In the general course of my work, I encounter many different types of sexual aberrations.
One of the more common forms of sexual perversion is rape, which is far more frequent than people realize. More rapes are committed than are reported to the police.
When one thinks of rape, one thinks of it with horror, but what I want to point out in this case book, is that there is a considerable amount of ambivalence about it, among both rapists, and their victims.
That ambivalence, which I do not believe has been studied in sufficient depth, is the subject of this series of case studies.
Missie D., fourteen, was dragged into an alley and deflowered. She said it enhanced her social life.
Veronica L., fifteen, was raped by an intruder in her house. She begged for more.
Deanna D., sixteen, went camping with her Girl Scout troop, and found sex lurking in an abandoned farmhouse where she was fucked in both her holes.
Lorene S., thirteen, was raped in the furnace room of her school by one of her classmates. Seeking poetic vengeance, she, in turn, raped him.
Adele M., fourteen, went skinny-dipping at night in her small community, and was deflowered by a stranger lurking in the dunes.
Karen B., fifteen, went to a drive-in on her first date. She learned about sex in the back seat of a car, the hard way!
Nan W., fourteen, was raped by her parents' gardener in the potting shed, and by her father's chauffeur a few weeks later in the garage. She keeps seeking the excitement of rape in her social behavior.
Winnie T., fifteen, was raped in her father's barn by one of her father's farm laborers. She enjoyed it so much that she can't get enough of men.
I would like to point out to the reader, that these cases are by no means unusual. I will make further remarks in the conclusion of each case.
CASE HISTORY ONE
Subject: Missie D. Age: Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Missie D. was a tawny-skinned young black girl who was sent to me by her social worker.
The social worker insisted that some of her conversation indicated aberrant sexual attitudes.
She was a gorgeous young teenager, and typical of youngsters who grow up in the ghetto, she was singularly well-developed for her age.
She was a bubbly, intelligent little girl, who told me her story in a forthright manner, and without any embarrassment or hesitation.
I have transcribed it verbatim.
Well, I know why I'm here.
My social worker thinks I'm queer, but she doesn't know anything, anyway. You see, she's sort of middle-class, and she acts like she never left home at all, and we're always scaring her, or upsetting her or something like that.
Don't get me wrong. I didn't mean to upset her deliberately. It's just that she had been talking to about six of us kids, all girls, about sex.
Of course most of us were tittering. She doesn't talk sex with all of us together. She separates the girls from the boys.
Anyway she was talking about the facts of life, and all of us were giggling, because we all know more than she does.
I think she's still a virgin, if you want to know. But none of the girls in my class are virgins, and I was the last one to get my cherry popped.
That happened about six months ago. It was the best thing that ever happened to me, let me tell you.
So she was talking about the evils of sex, and rape and stuff like that, and I told her that girls who were stupid enough to hang onto their virginity deserved to get raped.
After she finished talking with us, she called me up and wanted to know what I meant. She acted shocked.
"It's not like you to be flippant, Missie."
"I wasn't flippant, Miss Smith. I meant what I said."
"How could you, Missie?"
Well, I didn't tell her how I could, but I had got raped.
I just didn't want her to know it, because I figured I had upset her enough, and even if she does act dippy sometimes, she is a nice lady.
Did I report it? No, why should I report it? It just happened that's all. As I said, I was the last hold-out in my class. My friends didn't tease me too much about it, but they kept trying to fix me up with guys. Only I didn't like the guys, so I just wouldn't go out with them.
I didn't have any dates at all. The only way you get dates is to put out and I just hadn't.
I don't have any special feelings about myself. I'm black. I live in a ghetto. I probably won't get past high school. There was no reason for me to be special like that.
I just didn't like the guys.
They're dumb!
It all happened the afternoon I was getting out of school, and Vinnie came up to me and asked me to go out with him on Friday night.
I was a little bit shocked. I mean, Vinnie is the school stud, and the baddest boy in school, and the nicest.
Now Vinnie is my kind of guy. He's tough without being mean, and he's smart. And not only that, can he dance!
But how could I go out with him? I mean, I was a virgin and all, and I really wasn't in the mood for getting my cherry popped.
To tell the truth, one of the reasons I didn't get my cherry popped was that I was scared shitless. I mean, I listened to all my girlfriends talking about their various horror stories about how it hurt, and how they bled and all that.
Anyway, I said no to Vinnie. And if Vinnie shocked me asking me out, I guess from the look on his face that I shocked him for saying no!
"Why?"
"I just don't want to, that's all. Thanks anyway, Vinnie."
I mean, a girl just doesn't go around telling guys she can't go out with them, because they expect her to put out, and she's a virgin-plus she's chicken. Although if you want to know the truth, I sort of liked and respected Vinnie, so I was tempted to say just that.
"What's wrong with me?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing! I think you're super."
"Then go out with me Friday. I'll pick you up at six."
"No, thank you, Vinnie. I can't."
"Why?"
"Well, just because I can't."
I started to walk away from him, but he caught up to me just as I was going out into the street.
"You never go out with any of the guys. What's the matter? Are you too good for us, or something?"
"No, Vinnie, I'm no better and no worse than the rest of you."
I was getting a little bit angry, and kind of nervous, because Vinnie was being so angry about it all. So I pulled away from him and then stared up at him, as I was going down the stairs.
"I mean, it isn't that you can't have any girl that you want!" I exclaimed. "What's so great about me that you have to fight about it? I don't want to fight with you!"
Vinnie just stood there, staring at me, and I started to walk home as fast as I could. I was kind of upset, because I would have liked to go out with him.
I live in a half abandoned neighborhood. It's very run-down, and there are a lot of dark alleys. I always walk on the street if it's after dark, on on the edge of the sidewalk if it's still daylight.
But I was so upset about my talk with Vinnie that I wasn't paying attention, and that's when it happened.
If I had been minding my own business, I probably could have avoided it, but I was off in dreamland, and only rich kids can afford to daydream when they're walking in their nice neighborhoods in the streets.
I felt this hand grab me, and pull me into one of the alleys close to my house. Then I felt another hand over my mouth. I struggled, and tried to bite the hand, but it was too tight over my mouth.
Whoever grabbed me pulled me deep, deep into the alley, where it was darkest, and then I felt the guy's hand fumbling with the belt to my jeans.
Well, I knew what he wanted, and I just had all these crazy conflicting thoughts. First of all I was scared, and then I was mad, and then I got madder and wished that this guy had got to me the day before so I could have said yes to Vinnie.
Because I knew this guy meant to rape me. He pulled my jeans down while I was kicking him, and no amount of scratching and pulling with my arms got my mouth free of his other hand.
He was one strong dude.
Then he ripped off my panties, and all I wanted was for him to get it over with.
I guess I whimpered a little, as he dragged me up against a wall, and then pushed me down onto my back. I stared up at him, but I was really too scared to look at his face.
I heard him grunting as he pulled down his pants, and I caught the faint light gleaming on his muscular haunches. And his cock!
It looked like it was about five feet long. Oh, I know I'm exaggerating, but I was a virgin, and that huge prick scared the shit out of me.
I felt his free hand press into my muff. I don't have much hair yet, and the feeling of his hand was incredible.
Even though I was scared and mad, I felt all these marvelous sort of shivery sensations go through me.
Then I felt him sticking one of his strong, long fingers into my never-opened twat.
I got really scared then, and I grunted behind his hand, and started to struggle again.
He shoved his finger in hard, and I screamed. He shoved it in so hard that he popped my cherry with his finger. I felt a sharp sting, and then the gush of blood.
He pulled his finger out of my aching cunt, and held it up. It was dark with my blood.
"So, that's why you wouldn't go out with me!"
I stopped struggling and looked up at his face.
It was Vinnie!
INTERVIEW TWO
I had to stop Missie at the point in her story where she recognized her rapist, because her time was up, and I had another young girl waiting. I made another appointment for her and she showed up promptly.
I was telling you about how I got raped.
Anyway, I got madder than ever when I saw Vinnie's face. I mean, if he were going to rape me, I figured that the least he could do for me was shove his cock in me so I knew what it felt like.
He was grinning down at me. His teeth showed white in his dark face. Then he slowly pulled his hand off my mouth, ready to slam it back on my face if I screamed.
"You suck!" I yelled at him.
He slammed his hand back on my mouth and laughed.
Then he lay down on top of me, and he spread my legs wide with his legs. I felt him press his big cock head at the entrance to my pussy, and he pushed it in.
I groaned when I felt him push it in at first, because it stretched my pussy walls wide, and I could feel them throbbing.
The throbbing in my pussy as he started to push his cock into me became harder and harder, and then it began to feel like a tom-tom going off in my brain.
He grunted, and his breathing got awful heavy. I felt his heavy, hairy balls pressing against my ass cheeks.
My juices started to flow then, because it started to feel good. Then Vinnie started to move in me, and I could feel my pussy walls stretching to accommodate his huge cock.
My pussy cream began to coat my tunnel, and then it greased Vinnie's cock, so it was easier for him to push it in and pull it out.
After awhile, when he started to pump in and out of me harder, and I had relaxed, and was beginning to enjoy it, he pulled his hand off my mouth again.
I put my arms around his neck, and raised my knees, to make it easier. I could feel the heat building in my cunt, as his huge cock plowed in and out of me.
My own breathing was getting heavier and harsher, as all sorts of wild feelings bloated my body.
Vinnie's cock seemed to pierce me right up to my throat it was so big. And it began to feel so good that I started to squirm and whimper.
"Shut up, will ya? Ya want the neighbors to hear us?" he growled at me. Then he kissed me.
If it felt good before, it felt marvelous now. He has a nice mouth, and I could feel his tongue flick between my teeth. You can't make too much noise when you have two tongues in your mouth, and anyway it felt so good, I didn't want any one to discover us and stop us.
I could feel my body starting to tremble as the pleasure grew. It was like a giant that had been asleep in my body, and now it stretched and filled me with a life I didn't even know I had.
I ran my hands over Vinnie's back. He was sweating and his shirt was all wet. His body felt so good on top of mine. It was hard and strong and hot and my body started to hump upward.
I felt like I wanted to get his balls into my cunt, it felt so good. Then I got all weak and shivery.
Vinnie started to moan against my mouth, and I felt his cock get even bigger in my cunt.
He kept pumping in and out of me. By now my pussy cream was flowing so heavily that it was dripping out of my cunt, and it coated my ass.
When Vinnie's balls slapped against my ass, as he lunged into me, they got wetter and wetter, until they made wet slapping noises against my ass flesh.
The throbbing in his cock got stronger and stronger, and I got hotter and hotter. I was really writhing and tossing under his body now.
I've masturbated a lot and wondered what it was like to have a boy's cock in me, but I never had feelings like I had in that alley. They were fantastic.
I could feel my pussy walls pulsing, as Vinnie's powerful cock pushed in and out of me, stretching me wider and wider.
And then I felt my orgasm starting to build in my belly.
I clutched onto Vinnie's neck for dear life. I could hear all sorts of queer, high-pitched noises coming from my throat, and it felt as the orgasm built, like they weren't even my noises.
Vinnie's tongue went wild in my mouth. I could feel him flicking his tongue around and around, pushing it deep into my throat.
All of me started to convulse wildly as the orgasm roared through me. My mouth sucked on his tongue, drawing it further and further into my throat.
My hips humped up and down, and then twisted against the hairy base of his cock, as he lunged deeply into me.
I even felt all the muscles of my body getting tingly and hot with the wild pleasure which bloated my body.
And then, as my own orgasm was building, I felt something else fantastic. I felt Vinnie spewing his gism into my convulsing cunt.
My orgasm pitched higher and higher and higher, as I felt his thick, steaming gism pour into me. It filled my pussy up, and mixed with my come cream, and then oozed out of my well-stuffed hole.
My ass was humping up and down in a slimy puddle.
My orgasm peaked, and I got stiff all over. The only thing I could feel was the hot pleasure of Vinnie's spewing cock pumping in and out of me, and the only sound I could hear were the wet sucking noises of his huge prick pumping in and out of my tight twat.
And then my body collapsed, and I writhed crazily under Vinnie. He had to hold me down I was writhing so much.
It was all pleasure, but it felt almost like agony, it was so intense, and there was no such thing at that time as restraint, or will power, or reason.
There was just me and my spastic snatch, stuffed with Vinnie's big peter. Vinnie groaned into my mouth, and he humped harder, spewing the last of his wad into my teeming twat.
I felt my orgasm start to fade away as Vinnie collapsed on top of my body. His cock was still stuffed in my cunt, throbbing away, and it still felt good.
All the pain when he stuck his finger in my twat, and popped my cherry was gone.
I decided that I was angry with my girlfriends for all their horror stories about what it was like to get your cherry popped.
I loved it when Vinnie stuck his cock in me.
He broke the kiss, and then grinned down at me.
"Now will you go out with me Friday night?"
I giggled, and hugged him. "Sure."
"Hey!" he exclaimed. "Why did you tell me I sucked?"
"I thought you weren't going to stick your cock in me," I said. "If I'm gonna have my cherry popped, the least I can do is get to feel a cock, too!"
Well, Vinnie pulled his cock out of me, and helped me to my feet, and then helped me to get into my jeans.
I was all bloody and sticky around my thighs and my pussy where the blood and come had oozed out, but I felt almost drunk, I felt so good.
I went out with Vinnie Friday night, and we had a very good time. Of course my being seen with him made me a good catch in the eyes of the other boys in school, and the girls were all jealous.
So now I have plenty of dates, and I feel better, and I think sex is marvelous.
And Vinnie is my favorite date, even though I do go out with other guys. I guess he feels the same way, because even though he goes out with other girls, he takes me out the most.
He said on our first date that there's no place for innocence in a ghetto, and girls shouldn't be protected from life's hardness, because that's all they're going to know.
I think he's right, and that's why I said what I did to Miss Smith.
I mean, Vinnie may be right about life being hard in a ghetto, but look at all the pleasure I was missing by not having sex?
I wouldn't give it up for anything in the world!
CONCLUSION
Missie is a case in point of what I have been talking about in terms of ambivalence.
In her violent environment, it was expected. She herself admitted that fully half the young girls in her class were deflowered by rape, and almost all of them have experienced it at least once.
When Missie was raped, she thought it would be a way into the society she needed and wanted, and therefore, the fact of its violence, indeed, the fact that she accepted it from a boy she knew and then went out with him, was not the black and horrible crime society usually regards it.
The fact that she got pleasure from it, and continued to have pleasurable sexual experiences only enhanced its value in her eyes.
She didn't need much therapy. I did give her a few sessions to enhance her self image a little.
After all, Missie is a redoubtable little girl, who shouldn't feel that her life is limited to the harsh realities of the ghetto.
She is bright enough and ambitious enough to break out of the mold, and I merely wanted to point out some alternatives to her.
I am happy to say that she gave my advice some thought, and plans to act on it.
CASE HISTORY TWO
Subject: Veronica L. Age: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Veronica L. was sent to me by her distraught parents, after she had been raped in her home by a masked intruder.
Her mother had described her as having become withdrawn, and extremely silent on the matter, even with the police, so that they were afraid that she had been severely traumatized.
It took considerable prodding for me to get the story out of her. At first, she was extremely reluctant to talk to me at all, but eventually, she did open up.
Well, I suppose it's no use beating around the bush. I'm not going to get out of this appointment. My parents are frantic. I think they're more traumatized than I am.
But I feel so guilty.
I mean, I was raped!
Excuse me, I didn't mean to crack up like that, but it really is funny.
Even if it did start out as rape, how can I call it rape, when I enjoyed it?
I even asked him to do it again!
That's what was so awful about answering the questions everybody asked, the police, my parents and you. I don't want to be a hypocrite about it, so I don't say anything.
The trouble is, now everyone thinks that I'm severely traumatized, because I just wanted to leave well enough alone.
It all happened the night Mom and Dad went to play bridge with the Simpsons. They do that at least twice a month, and now that I'm fifteen, they feel it's all right to leave me alone in the house.
Dad usually checks to make sure the ground floor windows are locked and stuff like that, and I feel pretty safe. It's a nice neighborhood.
When I came home from school that Thursday, Mom was getting ready to go out.
"Ronnie?"
"Yeah, Mom?"
"Do you mind eating a TV dinner tonight?
Dad and I are going to the Simpsons to play bridge."
"No, I don't mind."
I didn't either! I really enjoyed having the house to myself. I could eat junk food without Mom telling me about my complexion, and I could sprawl all over the couch without Dad telling me to be a lady.
Don't get me wrong, I like my parents. My mother always calls me Ronnie, although Dad calls me Veronica, and hates it when he hears my nickname.
Anyway, Dad was late getting home from work, and he had to rush; at the door, Mom said to him, "John, did you check the windows and the door in the back?"
"Don't worry about it, Mom, I'll go check it now," I said, just itching to get them out of the house, so I could turn on the TV and start sprawling and eating.
"Very well, dear. Don't forget now."
"I won't. 'Bye."
I watched them drive off, and then I went to the back of the house. I did check the windows, and they were locked, and I checked the door. It was locked, too. What no one, not me, nor my dad, ever thought of, were the windows leading into the basement, and I didn't check the basement door to see if it were locked.
I just raided the refrigerator, and got all the junk food out of it, that I thought I might want to eat, and I went into the living room to watch television.
It's funny, too, because I was watching a murder mystery, and it was spine-tingling good. At least, I was scared enough to wish there were someone else in the house.
The movie was at the point where the girl is out on the rain-lashed moors, and I had gone through half a big economy bag of potato chips in my excitement, and the guy with the gun is chasing her, when all of a sudden, I couldn't catch my breath.
My eyes had traveled to the door leading from the dining room into the living room.
There was this tall, masked man standing in the doorway.
I know I froze in my seat, and I know I opened my mouth wide to scream, but since I couldn't catch my breath, I couldn't make a sound.
He was the scariest-looking man I've ever seen in my life, and I guess that was the worst moment of awful panic I ever had in my life, or, frankly, ever hope to have.
The stranger didn't wait for me to catch my breath. He came across the room very fast, and then he fell on me. His hand covered my wide-open mouth.
"Don't make a sound and nothing will happen to you," he said. He had a strange deep voice, that scared me just as much as his appearance had.
I was shaking like a leaf.
He sat up on the couch, and ripped my T-shirt off me. And then my hands and my feet got cold because I knew what he was going to do. Before I could react, he had ripped off my slacks.
I tried to sit up, but he slapped me and I fell back down on the couch. He didn't slap me very hard, but just enough to stop me.
He ripped off my bra and my panties, and he grunted.
Something strange started to happen to me. I felt myself getting very hot in my virginal pussy. My juices started to flow.
I couldn't understand it! I was scared shitless, I was going to be raped, and yet I felt this strange pleasure building up in my groin.
I heard the harsh rasping of metal on metal and looked down as he pulled out this huge cock.
It was long and hard-looking, and thick. I gasped with terror, but I couldn't move. I didn't dare. I was afraid he would kill me.
His cock was sort of red, and there was a drop of pre-come gleaming on the mushroom-shaped tip of it. It looked big and hot and hard enough to kill me.
He lay down on top of me again. I was shaking like a leaf.
"Please!" I begged, "don't.. . ! "
"Shut up!" he snarled.
I started to cry as I felt him reach down between our bodies, and press the sticky-wet tip of his cock against my hole.
It felt strange. It was hot and hard, but the skin felt so smooth and soft. I could feel it pulsing against my pussy.
He pressed his hands against my naked shoulders, and I could see his eyes glinting fiercely behind the mask.
"I'm going to rape you!" he snarled. "I'm going to stick my big fat dick into your little cherry hole."
"No!" I gasped. I started to struggle again. I arched my hips up, and then gasped. Instead of getting away from him, I had impaled my virginal body on his throbbing, huge cock head.
The pressure was incredible. At first, it was uncomfortable, feeling my pussy walls stretched so wide.
He laughed gutturally, as I squirmed under him in my distress.
There was something very erotic, the way he was dressed and I wasn't. As his cock head pulsed against the walls of my tiny twat, I felt my juices flowing more and more freely, and I started to get very excited.
I felt humiliated, and weak, and helpless, and at the same time, my heart was beating wildly with a strange sort of anticipatory pleasure.
He started to push his cock into me. I squealed and squirmed, pressing my hands against his big chest. But he was too big, and too strong for me.
His chest pressed into my burgeoning tits, and pressed them flat. My nipples puckered, and started to tingle fiercely. I was bewildered by the strange combination of sensations which I was feeling.
As he pushed his dick into me, my walls stretched more and more. I thought his huge peter was going to" split me in two, and I was scared.
Then his cock started to hurt as he got deeper in me. I felt his cock head pressing against something, and the pain increased, and then I felt this real sharp pain that ripped hotly through me.
I screamed as he slammed into my hymen, and then broke it. As he pushed his cock in further, I could feel the blood well up and start to gush down my hole.
Strangely enough, as the blood mixed with my pussy juices, and made my twat wetter, the hot pleasure increased. It mixed with the pain, and then became stronger than the pain.
I started to whimper with my excitement, as he lunged into me and buried his cock balls-deep in my cunt.
I could feel his balls pressing into my quivering, wet ass cheeks. The hair tickled my sensitive skin and added another dimension to the hot wild feelings that were coursing through me.
The masked man started to grunt. Against my pain-wracked pussy walls, his huge hard cock throbbed. The throbbing became a pleasurable sensation after awhile.
He started to move in me. He pulled his cock out until only the tip of it was in me. I thought that he was pulling my whole insides out, his cock was so tightly lodged in my cunt.
Then he pushed his cock into me again, hard. I felt all my insides churn up as his huge cock pierced my womanhood.
At first, it was very uncomfortable, and the ruptured cherry hurt when his throbbing hard shaft rubbed against it.
But after awhile the blood stopped, and the sting started to go away. He kept pushing his cock in and pulling it out with this steady rhythm that started to go to my head.
I thought that my heart was beating in the same rhythm, as he lunged into me and then pulled out, and then pushed his huge prick in again.
My pussy juices were really flowing now, flooding down the quivering walls of my cunt. They coated his huge cock as he pistoned it in and out of me, and that made it easier.
I could feel my pussy walls relaxing, and stretching a little to accommodate his dick, and then it started to feel really good.
He started to hump in and out of me faster and faster. By now his balls were all soaking wet and slimy with the juices which were pouring out of my cunt.
I felt as if my body were getting all swollen with the hot sensations which were coursing through me. As if his cock weren't enough, I felt my stretched pussy walls start to close in around his throbbing shaft, massaging the hot hard sides of his cock.
My cunt started to feel greedy, and I started to feel as if I never wanted it to stop. I started to moan as the pleasure built and built.
I didn't even care any more about all the enigmatic feelings which were rippling through me. As the pleasure got stronger and stronger, all the strange mixed-up feelings became a part of the pleasure.
I could hardly breathe, the pleasure was getting so intense. It was like a physical thing that took possession of my body, and the stronger the sensations got, the more of it I wanted.
I mean, it was weird! Here I was being raped by a scary stranger, and I was enjoying it. Not only that, I started to respond to the man's hard humping.
I bent my knees up, and all the sensations in my cunt changed. It was as if the man's pumping cock had found new places to rub against and all sorts of new pleasures coursed through me.
I started to arch my hips up. When I did that, my pussy lips, which were all wet and swollen and throbbing with desire, rubbed against the hairy base of the man's cock.
My clitoris became inflamed. It swelled and popped out of its fleshy nest and started to tingle wildly, and the sensation was like lightning flickering through my body.
My sweat started to pour from my skin, as I got hotter and hotter. It felt almost as if I had a fever. My head felt as if it were swelling, and my pussy meat, which I kept grinding and smashing into the man's hairy pubes felt as if it were bloated.
The man kept pumping his cock in and out of me, and the hot pleasure rose in my body until I thought I would just float away, or explode.
As the man pumped harder and faster, I felt a strange new kind of pressure in my gut, and I knew I was going to come.
I was actually going to have an orgasm with a man's cock in me.
It suddenly didn't seem like such a bad idea to be raped. Most of my girlfriends had already had their cherries popped, and I really wanted to be fucked.
I'd dreamed about it for a long, long time, and was just waiting for the right hoy to come along.
My body started to go wild under the man's body. As the strange pressure built up in me, I started to really hump and grind my pussy into the man's down-thrusting loins.
I could feel my whole body shivering with these fabulous sensations. They got hotter and more insistent, and pretty soon I had started to squeal. I felt as if my mind had abandoned my body.
My cunt was the most insistent reality I knew as I lay under the stranger who was raping me. I thought my whole body would explode as I felt my orgasm grip at my hot, throbbing entrails.
Actually, in a way, I did explode. It was as if all my internal organs had melted away, and began drooling out of my hot, well-stuffed box. I thought that my veins and arteries had exploded, and my blood was just running wild in my body, filling me up.
My cuntal walls started to ripple, and then I felt my pussy muscles gripping rhythmically, and strongly at the rapist's hard-driving cock.
The convulsions got stronger and stronger. As I writhed under the man who was raping me, I felt another fabulous sensation. I felt the man's cock swell even larger in my cunt, and then his come slit exploded with wads and wads of thick, steaming gism.
It kept flushing out of his throbbing cock, and pouring into me, filling me up. It mixed with my juices, and flowed out of my well-stuffed cunt in a thick, slimy stream.
I thought I would go crazy with the waves of hot pleasure which filled me up. I thought that I would die with the intense ecstasy which took possession of me, and caused me to convulse wildly under the man's hard-humping body.
He kept on pumping into me, and his cock kept spewing his juices deep into my well of lust.
My orgasm peaked and my body stiffened for a moment. It felt as if I had received a shock, but an unspeakably pleasurable one. Then my body relaxed.
I writhed a little more as the man spewed the last of his load into me, and then he fell on top of my body.
His chest was heaving with his labored breathing, and his heart was beating so hard I could feel it.
I just lay there for the longest time, feeling his cock throbbing in my cunt.
I started to cry because I was sorry it was over. I wanted him to do it again, and the fact that I wanted it made me feel ashamed.
INTERVIEW TWO
I had to stop Veronica at that point in her narrative. I scheduled another appointment for her for a week later.
She was still reticent, and somewhat reluctant to tell the story.
I was telling you how I enjoyed being raped. I feel so guilty about it sometimes that it makes me want to cry all over again.
Anyway, I started to cry when it was over because I wanted more.
"Stop it!" he growled. "I can't stand crying females."
I tried to stop but I couldn't. He slapped my face again, lightly.
"What's the matter? You didn't like it?"
I looked up at him and nodded. He just frowned.
"Then what are you crying for?"
"Because I want more!" I gasped.
I couldn't believe I had said it, and I didn't believe it when I put my arms around his neck.
He just laughed. I could feel his cock swell in my cunt, getting bigger and hotter and harder.
He reached down and kissed me, and I could feel his tongue snaking wetly into my mouth.
I moaned and sucked on his tongue, feeling my juices flowing around his thick hard cock.
The throbbing in my cunt was so intense it was almost painful, as he started to move in me again.
This time is was all pleasure. I felt no discomfort from my broken cherry, and I had forgotten that he was a rapist. The only thing I could think of was my hot cunt, and his hot hard cock, rubbing against my itchy walls, and making the pleasure come back all over again.
I closed my eyes and surrendered to the wild pleasure which his cock was giving me. I thought I was going to die from ecstasy.
I threw my legs up in the air, and wrapped them around his hard-humping waist. That exposed more of my pussy to his hairy groin as he slammed into me.
I mashed my pussy lips hard against his hairy pubes, as he lunged in and out of me.
My clitoris became inflamed again, and I could feel my pink wet flesh swelling and throbbing with passion.
He pumped his cock in and out of me. As he plunged into my womanhood, his cock got even hotter and harder.
I felt a little bit the way a whore must feel when she fucks a stranger. This guy had sneaked into our house, and raped me, and I had begged for more!
I started to get the feeling that maybe I was sick, and if I were sick, I didn't care, because I was having the best feelings and the best time of my life.
I wondered how I could ever do without fucking. I arched my hips up and ground my muff heavily into his raging groin, and surrendered to the hot feelings which got stronger and stronger in my cunt.
My blood boiled in my veins, and my head was throbbing with the hot passions which coursed through me.
The more excited I got, the wilder and the more wanton I got under the rapist's hard-humping body.
I kept sucking on his tongue. I heard him moaning, as he swiveled his hips around and around, twisting his cock around in my cunt. He bit my lower lip, and started to tongue-fuck my mouth with the same rhythm that he was fucking my twat.
I felt his arms move around under my sweating, heaving back, and he pressed my tits hard into his chest. I felt my tits flatten out against his chest. My nipples puckered hard and sent tingling shafts of pleasure ripping through me.
My cunt got hotter and hotter. My juices flowed lavishly around the man's pumping cock. I arched my hips up and down with a frenzied motion, my upward motions matching his downward thrusts.
His prick was like a ramrod. He drove it deeper and deeper into my willing pussy. I wanted to feel it go through my whole body and plug my throat.
I started to squeal, and I felt my body shivering violently as he pumped in and out of me.
My hands started to caress his back. I ripped at his shirt, I was so excited. I placed my hands on his humping buttocks, and felt his ass muscles ripping through his trousers.
I got turned on even more by the hot sensation of feeling his ass rise and fall. I was tingling all over with the hot pleasure which gripped me, and made me convulse.
I started to have another orgasm. It started slowly, gripping at my cunt and causing my cuntal walls to quiver with excitement. My pussy cream flowed like thick honey from my hot box.
The man's cock kept rubbing my pussy walls, massaging them, soothing them. His cock throbbed strongly against my sensitive flesh.
I felt my body start to stiffen as another orgasm rippled up in me. I started to gasp as if I were dying, and in a way it felt like that.
My eyes were tightly closed, and my whole body convulsed. I felt as if I didn't belong to my body, or maybe my body didn't belong to me. I couldn't control it.
I shook violently, and squirmed wildly under the man as he drove his cock in and out of me. I could feel wild pin pricks of hot ecstasy lighting up my body and making it feel as if I were going to explode.
His cock felt as if it were getting bigger and bigger. My pussy felt like an inferno as he dug his huge spear deep into my willing wet flesh.
I got hotter and hotter, as I writhed wildly underneath his body. He pierced my womanhood over and over again, and each thrust was sheer ecstasy.
I started to convulse. I felt my pussy walls gripping greedily at his hard-humping peter as the hot pleasure coursed through me like a tidal wave.
It felt as if my body had turned into a volcano. The rumbling started deep in the pit of my belly, and my hot lava flowed all around the thick cock that was pumping in and out of me. And then I sort of exploded again, my body convulsing violently.
I seemed to convulse for a long time, and then my body started to relax. But it never really came down all the way. I twisted and undulated with incredible sensations of pleasure.
His cock swelled even more in my cunt. The throbbing was like a tom-tom, and it beat against my sensitive sex flesh and echoed through my whole body.
Then he started to spew his gism again into my hot cunt, and the orgasm began all over again. I spiraled upward into a hot sexy sea that had me convulsing wildly.
My whole body tingled with the hot waves of joy which seemed to have no end, as they rippled through my body.
He kept pumping furiously into me, his balls slapping with lewd wet smacking noises, against my ass cheeks. His cock seemed to have even more scum this time around.
My feet started to beat against his hard humping ass, as I hung, nailed to his body. My whole body responded to the pleasure in my cunt, as my orgasm peaked again, and then started to fade away.
Only I still didn't want him to stop. I kept squirming and wriggling and he kept pumping. I didn't think a cock could stay that hard for so long.
What finally stopped us was the sound of the key in the lock. The man gasped, and pulled out of me. His cock made a weird wet popping sound.
I moaned because I felt suddenly empty, and I wanted him to put his cock back in my cunt. But my mother and father were coming through the door.
I saw my father gasp, as he saw the masked man, who was stuffing his cock back in his trousers. Then the man turned and ran.
My father ran after him, and pursued him out the back door and into the backyard. He kept jumping over fences until he got away. When my father came back into the house, he was red in the face, and panting.
My mother was crying and hugging me and acting as if the worst thing in the world happened to me.
But it wasn't the worst thing. It was the very best thing that ever happened to me.
I looked down at my tingling pussy. The hairs were all wet and matted with the combined come cream of my rapist and me, and there were blood stains all over my thighs, which were also stained with come cream.
They brought me to the hospital, but I wasn't hurt at all.
I just didn't know what to do or say.
I feel ashamed because I enjoyed it, and begged for more, and at the same time, I don't feel ashamed at all. I don't think I could ever do without sex again.
It's the most fabulous feeling in the world.
But what am I going to do about all these people who think that such a terrible thing happened to me? I just can't keep on lying about it, so I keep my mouth shut, but I don't like that way of doing things, either.
What should I do?
CONCLUSION
Veronica is suffering more from the attitudes of her family and friends, than she is from the rapist.
Veronica had had a peak experience with the rapist. In this case, it was the shock and horror which her parents suffered which traumatized her more than the rape.
I counseled Veronica to be quiet about how she felt because that was her personal business. I also told her there was nothing wrong with her reaction, that it was normal and natural.
Eventually, Veronica stopped feeling so guilty about the incident, and just accepted it as another stepping-stone in her growing-up.
I am happy to say that she is doing well.
Her sex life is active and happy, and she ascribes this to her experience with rape.
She is probably right.
CASE HISTORY THREE
Subject: Deanna D. Age: Sixteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Deanna was an exquisite sixteen-year-old. She was fully developed, and tall for her age. She was extremely self-possessed, and told her story freely.
She had been sent to me by her parents, as a precautionary measure, following her rape on a camping trip.
They were wise enough to assume that their daughter might talk more freely to a therapist than to them, and rather than have her bottle up whatever emotions she may have experienced, they sought out counseling as a mode of preventing neurosis.
I guess Mom and Dad know what's best for me.
It makes me love them a little more. They didn't blame me, or carry on terribly about what happened, and they didn't feel offended when they thought that I wouldn't tell them everything.
I mean, there are some things you just can't tell your mother and father.
like, I know I was raped, and at first it was a frightening experience, but then it was a fantastic experience for me, and I enjoyed it.
But how can you tell the cops, or your mother and father that you actually enjoyed being violated, forced?
I don't know if I'm sick or not, either. I shouldn't have felt such pleasure, should I? Wasn't that wrong?
I'm really glad I have someone to talk to about it, because it really was a violent and very impressive thing to go through.
It all happened when I went on a camping trip this summer. There were eight of us in all from my Girl Scout troop.
I suppose I should tell you that I'm not a virgin. I've had an active sex life since I was about fourteen.
Anyway, the one thing we all missed when we went camping, was boys. Sometimes we'd sit and giggle in the tents at night, thinking of how our counselors thought we were such innocent sweet little things, and how would they behave if they found us doing some of the things we were doing.
like, we'd frig each other, and sixty-nine each other. It isn't that we're lesbians, either. It's just that a girl is a good substitute for a boy, unless you really dig masturbating, which I don't-not if I can have a girl or a boy!
The first three nights we were on the camping trip, we were pretty close to civilization. After that, as we got deeper and deeper into the country, the most we would find would be an occasional camper, or a farm house.
A lot of the farmhouses were empty, and boarded up, and one night we got caught in this stupendous rain storm.
The ground got so wet and soggy that we couldn't even pitch our tents.
"And this is supposed to be fun!" Meg said.
"Girls, I want three of you to go see if you can find an abandoned shack or farmhouse," one of her leaders said.
Meg and Dot and I volunteered.
"Remember, stay together at all times, and keep your landmarks in sight. Remember the rules of good woodsmanship that we have taught you!" she lectured.
We giggled.
When we got far enough away from where the others were sheltered under a huge tree, the three of us decided that we were smarter than the leaders.
Instead of three of us going in the same direction, we decided to split up. We could keep each other in communication by hollering out every three or four minutes.
So we all split up.
At first it was easy, but then the rain got harder and harder, and it became difficult to hear each other's voice, after awhile, I circled back, to join up with them, and I got lost. I hollered and hollered, and I didn't hear anyone responding to me.
I got a little scared, because then I started to lose the trail. The rain was washing everything away. I kept wandering around, until the woods got thinner and thinner, and then I found a trail.
I followed it, knowing it had to lead somewhere where I could get help getting back to my troop.
I came to the edge of the woods, and there in the middle of the clearing was an old farmhouse.
It looked like it was ready to fall down, but it would be warm, and dry at least in some rooms, so I started to run for it.
I almost broke my leg as I came up on the porch steps. A rotten board gave way and I plunged up to my knee.
I was fortunate, though, because all I did was scrape some of the skin off my shins, and bruise my knee.
I tried the door. It was open.
It creaked on rusty hinges, as I pushed it in. The entrance hall was large, and in one corner there was a beautiful staircase going up.
It was dry in the room, and I started to smile with self-satisfaction. All my friends were out in the rain, being buffeted by the winds, and I was safe and sound inside.
I walked into the room and looked around. I guess it must have been a very nice place once upon a time. But it sure was dirty and old now.
I explored the first floor, and then started cautiously up the stairs to the second floor.
I opened doors, looking in rooms. Some rooms even had some furniture in them. It was a little bit like a ghost house.
As I opened the door to one room, I saw stars. I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head, and the floor came up to meet me.
I passed out.
When I woke up, I felt very uncomfortable. My head was pounding, and my shoulders felt strained. I started to reach up to rub my head, and I realized that my arms were bound.
Then I opened my eyes. My hands had been tied to a rope which suspended from a beam in the ceiling.
And I was stark naked!
I opened my mouth to scream, and nothing came out, I was so terrified. I looked around the room. There wasn't anyone else in it.
That scared me even more. I didn't think a ghost could strip me and tie me up, but someone must have, and I didn't know who.
I'm fully developed, as you can see, and I have a nice thick furry muff which I'm very proud of. I love showing off by wearing bikinis on the beach. But I sure didn't like the idea of being naked.
It was humiliating.
After awhile, I heard footsteps on the stairs, and the door opened.
"Har, har, har! Sully, she's awake!"
I turned my head in the direction of the voice. There were two tall men standing in the doorway.
They looked rough and mean. I blushed to the roots of my hair I was so embarrassed.
"Yeah, Marty," the other one said. "And she's a real piece."
My jaw dropped, as I watched them watching me.
The man named Marty walked up in front of me, and then roughly grabbed my tits and began fondling them. At first, I flinched, but the feeling of his rough hands on my bare tits did something to me.
I started to feel warm flashes rush through my body. I could feel my cunt tingling.
And suddenly the thought of being raped didn't seem so bad. I had already been four days without boys, and I don't like going that long without nookie.
I shivered as Marty began to rub his hands up and down my body. Sully got behind me, and I could feel him rubbing his hands up and down over my back.
"Nice smooth skin, huh?" Marty said.
"Yeah, when was the last time you had a real decent piece, Marty?"
"Oh, I don't know, Sully. Must have been last year in Pittsburgh when we raped that little girl going home from school."
I shivered again. Mixed with my fear was a wild, hot longing. Maybe I had had rape fantasies before, and just wouldn't admit it to myself, but the way they were talking was just turning me on!
I felt embarrassed that I was taking pleasure in my imminent rape, and I also felt a little bit guilty.
I mean, you have to be a pervert to get turned on to things like that, don't you?
"I'm gonna fuck her cunt," Marty said, squeezing my breasts a little harder. My nipples puckered and started to tingle madly. I could feel the hot tingling ripples of pleasure flow through me.
My pussy started to cream.
"I guess I'll take her ass-hole, then," said Sully, who was still rubbing his hands up and down over my back.
His hands moved down over my ass cheeks. I could feel his strong fingers digging into my soft flesh.
I was more than a little scared now. I had always wanted to try it, just once, anyway, up my ass-hole, but my boyfriends wouldn't ever do it. It turned them off.
But it was one thing to be ass-fucked by a boyfriend who will be a little bit considerate, and by a rapist. I was afraid he'd split me apart.
Marty removed his hands from my boobs, and started to take his clothes off. He had a big hairy chest, and huge muscles.
When he dropped his pants, and his cock popped out, I almost died! It was huge. It was like his body, all muscular and strong-looking. It stood straight out from his hairy groin.
Below his erect, and throbbing cock, I could see his balls. They hung, huge and hairy, twin orbs of flesh and lust, and I felt my pussy cream start to flow more heavily.
I had never seen a cock that huge, or balls that sexy-looking! He was fantastic, and my pussy quivered with anticipation.
I started to whimper and to struggle with my bonds. I was more distressed by the way I was feeling, by the hot heavy waves of lust which coursed through me at the idea of being raped, than at the thought of the rape itself.
Marty laughed.
"She wriggles real nice. Her tits is jiggling!" he said, in a coarse voice.
Sully grunted. I could feel him parting my ass cheeks. I tried to look over my shoulder, but I couldn't.
He stretched my ass cheeks wide apart, revealing the puckered little brown hole of my ass.
"Mmmmm! Real nice little bung hole!" Sully grunted. I felt his hand wriggling around the entrance.
"Awful tight though. Better get some vaseline, Marty."
"Hunh! Where you going to get vaseline?"
"There's some in the satchel."
"Oh!" Marty walked to the door, his cock bobbing wildly with his motions. He leaned over, and I saw the satchel, in a corner beside the door. He opened it up and rummaged in it.
"I got it!" he said, pulling out a jar. He brought it to Sully.
I felt relieved! I actually felt relieved that he found that jar of vaseline, and the relief coursed through me like a wave of lust. My pussy juices gushed lavishly out of my hot tingling hole.
I actually wanted him to fuck my ass! It made me feel very, very strange. I heard Sully open the jar of vaseline, and then he separated my ass cheeks again.
I felt the smooth kiss of vaseline as he rubbed it up and down my ass cheeks. It turned me on even more.
Then he scooped up another gob of vaseline, and pushed it into my tight quivering ass-hole. He pushed his finger all the way up, and I felt my sphincter muscles clench hotly around it.
"Yup! She's tight all right!" Sully grunted. He pulled his ringer out of my hole and my rectal walls quivered with an obscene, hot pleasure.
Then he scooped up another gob of vaseline and stuck it in my hole again.
"You getting her ready up front?" Sully asked Marty.
Marty was massaging my tits again, and running his hand all over my body.
"Yup," he said, as he cupped my quivering muff. I jerked in my bonds at the hot pleasurable shock of feeling his hand on my cunt.
"We don't want no dead chick on our hands, like Bob in Montana. We just want our fuck," Sully said.
I felt something gooey and sticky pressing between my ass cheeks, and I gasped. It was his cock. He had greased it up with the vaseline.
I felt his cock pressing at the entrance to my greased hole, as Marty's fingers started to press into my swollen and throbbing pink pussy meat.
"I'm ready to shove it in," Sully said, bracing my body by putting his hands on my waist.
"Wait till I grease her up a little more in front," Marty said. His fingertip wiggled around my tight, drooling hole.
Marty grunted, and ran his now-wet finger up over my throbbing pussy flesh, and then slithered his hand downward, until the finger tip was at my hole again.
He pushed his finger into my hole, and I quivered all over.
"O.K., " Marty said, as he wriggled his finger around and around in my slick cunt, "push it in, Sully."
I know I should have been humiliated. I should have been kicking and screaming and crying, trying to get away from them. But instead, I lay in my bonds like a sodden slut, enjoying all the obscene things they said, and all the dirty, nasty things they were doing.
I felt Sully's cock push into the puckered brown ring of my ass-hole. I thought it would hurt, at least for a little while, but he had me so greased up, and his cock was so thick with the vaseline, that it popped in easily.
It felt incredible! Obscenely, lasciviously fabulous. I enjoyed the feel of his huge cock pushing into my rectum, spread the walls, and causing them to throb with hot pleasure.
My cunt was drooling more and more slimy hot streams of liquid desire out of my pussy.
Marty had his hands on my haunches, just below Sully's hands.
"You got it all the way in, yet?" Marty asked Sully.
"No, a couple more shoves, Marty," he grunted. I felt his cock push in a little more, and then he thrust inward again. I felt as if his cock were coming out of my throat. It seemed to go on forever. The hot obscene pressure that built in my gut made me feel as if my whole body were throbbing.
"O.K., Marty, now it's your turn," Sully said. Marty pressed his cock head at the entrance to my drooling pussy.
"Unh!" he grunted, as he thrust inward.
The pressure became incredibly intense as
Marty shoved his cock in my cunt.
"She's nice and wet in front," Marty grunted.
Their dirty language had an almost physical impact on me, as I swung on the ropes, helpless and subject to their every whim.
Marty kept grunting as he pushed his cock into my quim. It was difficult because Sully's cock already distended my back channel and the pressure as Marty shoved his cock further and further into my quim became incredible.
Marty lunged inward, until I felt his balls slap against my quivering ass cheeks.
He reached under and grabbed me behind my knees, and brought my feet up. He straddled my thighs on either side of his waist.
This pushed me forward a little, and Sully's cock moved out of my ass a little. The way it moved was fantastic and my whole body quivered with the obscene pleasure.
"Hey, Sully, I can feel your cock moving!" Marty gasped, as he pushed inward a little more. I felt his cock head pry deeply into the well of my lust.
I felt so dirty and so used, and at the same time, I felt as if I were bloated with pleasure.
Sully pushed his cock in again. The grease soothed my spread walls, and sent hot waves of pleasure through me. My cunt got hotter and hotter.
"You ready to move, Sully?" Marty asked.
"Yeah, you push backward first, and then I'll push her forward."
"O.K., " Marty grunted. They were using me like a piece of meat, and talking like engineers trying to get an engine to move.
Marty pushed backward, and his cock pulled out of my cunt until only the cock head was lodged tightly in my quivering hole.
My body was flaming hot at this point, and I was sweating violently. I shivered with the lascivious ecstasy which took possession of my body.
I had no control over myself, as Sully pushed me toward Marty. Marty's cock slithered into my hot wet hole again, and Sully's cock pushed outward.
My burning ass-hole started to quiver with the same insane pleasure which was making my cuntal walls ripple wildly.
I was alternately speared with a cock in my cunt, and a cock in my ass-hole, as the two men pushed and pulled, pushed and pulled, driving their cocks in and out of my two nether holes.
My whole body was inflamed. As Marty ground in and out of my quivering cunt, his hairy pubes pressed against my pussy flesh. It was swollen and throbbing with lust, and each time his pubic hairs rubbed into it, it quivered with more wild feelings.
The balls of both men started to get wet and sticky, as my juices poured out of me hotly. They slapped into my nether flesh, making wet sucking noises which further aroused me.
They kept pumping their cocks into my ass-hole and my cunt. I felt as if I were one big hole. My ass-hole burned with lust, and so did my cunt.
The feelings were powerful, and I shivered violently. I felt my sweat starting to pour in lavish streams from my body, as the two men impaled me on their thick, throbbing spears.
I started to whimper again, only this time it was for the hot demanding pulsations of pleasure which throbbed through me. My heart beat violently. My head felt as if it were swelling.
I could feel my whole body throbbing with the hot lascivious pleasure of the two cocks thrusting into my bung hole, and my fuck hole.
Marty's face had got very red, and a thin trickle of saliva gleamed at the corner of his mouth.
Sully's hands moved up over my body, and he cupped my breasts. I felt his fingers starting to knead the soft spongy tissue. He tweaked my nipples, pulling on them, making hot fiery sensations quiver in them.
I thought I would die from the hot wild pleasure which flowed through me. I couldn't catch my breath. It hissed in my passion-constricted throat as the two men pumped their massive cocks in and out of my two holes.
Finally my body started to tremble, and I could feel my muscles jerking spastically.
At the same time, I felt my sphincter muscles close in around Sully's cock, and my cuntal muscles closed in around Marty's cock.
"She's coming!" Marty grunted loudly. He started to pump harder and faster in me.
"I can feel her cream just pouring out of her!" he gasped.
"Oooh, yeah!" Sully screamed, as his cock pistoned in and put of my ass-hole. "She's squeezing my cock real good!"
Both men pumped into me with more and more frenzy. I felt their cocks swell in my two holes, as they pumped in and out of me.
My body started to convulse violently. I jerked and twitched insanely in my bonds. The hands of the two men gripped me with a bruising strength as they tried to control me.
They didn't have too much luck. As I was pushed back and forth, nailed on the two cocks, Marty's cock pierced my cunt, and Sully's cock pierced the depths of my bowels.
I felt as if I were coming in both holes. I felt as if my whole body were actually coming.
My muscles jerked and twitched spastically. My blood boiled in my veins, and I started to squeal and grunt in wild tones that I never heard from my throat before.
My mouth swelled with saliva, and it started to trickle out of the corner of my mouth. I gnashed my teeth, and clenched them tightly together.
My hands in the ropes that imprisoned me between these two men, clenched tightly. I could feel my fingernails digging into the soft sweaty palms of my hands.
My orgasm gripped at my belly. It felt as if all my insides were melting. The cocks in my two holes got hotter and hotter, and then they felt as if they were getting bigger and bigger.
They throbbed violent against my sensitive, quivering flesh, and the throbbing of their cocks was like a pulse point gone wild.
I almost passed out from the violence of the orgasm which took possession of my body. I remember the hot wild feelings, and how they increased when the two men started to shoot in me at the same time.
They seemed to have gallons of come.
They both grunted, and groaned, and then-sweat just covered my body, mixing with my sex sweat and pouring off me.
My pussy juice kept on flowing as if all the juices in my body had decided to boil out of me at the same time.
My head snapped backward, and my mouth opened in a silent scream as the orgasm peaked and then started to fade away.
The two men pushed me back and forth and kept spewing their heavy loads into me.
I could feel Sully's come cream flowing deeply and hotly into the depths of my bowels, and then it started to drool out of me. My pussy juices mixed hotly with Marty's gism, and spewed out of my tight fuck hole.
The sensation was incredible. The two men thrust into me one last time, and then they gasped. They stood still, with me in between them.
I could feel the tremor in their bodies, as they gasped with the after-effects of their ejaculations. Their cocks still throbbed in my ass-hole and my pussy.
I was dribbling what felt like gallons of come cream from both holes.
"Let's take a breather, and fuck her some more!" Marty gasped.
INTERVIEW TWO
On her second interview, Deanna was as cooperative as she was on her first one.
She started to tell her story right away, continuing from where she had left off at our previous session.
Well, they pulled their cocks out of my cunt, and then went over to where the satchel was. Sully dug into the satchel, and brought out a blanket, which they spread on the floor.
Then he reached in again, and pulled out a pint bottle of some kind of liquor. The bottle was in a paper bag. They left the bottle in the paper bag, and drank from it, passing it back and forth.
All the time they were drinking it, they kept staring at me, and making obscene comments.
I was greased and ready for more action. I didn't say a word, because I wanted to be fucked again.
I wasn't scared any more, except for the perverse pleasure I was taking in my degradation.
"She sure got some nice tits," Marty said.
"I like her pussy," Sully said. "I gotta try that next."
Marty took a swig from the bottle, and passed it to Sully, and then he stood up. His cock was still erect and throbbing and a drop of pre-come glistened on his piss slit.
He walked over to where I was dangling.
By now my shoulders were on fire with the strain, but I didn't care. The discomfort of my shoulders didn't equal the ribald pleasure which had fogged my mind, and made me aware of only one thing, my drooling cunt.
"What if I cut her down," Marty said. "She seems quiet enough."
"Sure, bring her over here. We can play with her here."
Marty undid the knots on the rope, and then, grabbing me around my upper arm he brought me over to the blanket. He pushed me a little bit.
"Lie down!" he commanded.
I did as he told me.
Marty sat down on the blanket, and leaned against the wall. He leered at me, and then pointed to his cock.
"Eat it," he said.
I sat up and crawled over to his cock, and stared at it. It was the biggest cock I had ever seen. Sully's was big, too. I guess I was just used to little boy cocks.
I've eaten cock before, Doctor. All my boyfriends like the way I give head.
I sniffed at his cock. It smelled strongly of his man juices, and my come cream.
It was still gleaming with the combined juices which had spewed out of us when he had fucked me before.
I bent over, and opened my mouth wide, and then I closed it around his cock head.
I started to lick his cock head, flicking my tongue around and around the soft, bulbous head. I pried my tongue into his piss slit, and tasted his come.
I like the taste of gism. His gism tasted stronger than any of my boyfriends.
My ass was way up in the air, and I was creaming again, as I started to take more and more of his huge, throbbing meat into my mouth.
I felt his cock head pressing against the entrance to my throat, and I started to swallow. I wasn't sure I could take all of his cock in, but I was going to try.
I started to push downward, feeling my throat muscles stretch more than they had ever been stretched. His massive prick throbbed against the walls of my throat, as I pushed down even further.
I kept moving down over his cock, flicking my tongue along his powerful shaft, until my nose was buried in his hairy pubes.
"Oh, man, she knows how to give head!" Marty gasped. His buttocks arched up off the blanket, and he thrust his cock even deeper into my gulping throat.
"And she got some pretty pussy meat. I'm hungry!" Sully said behind me.
Again I felt his hands on my ass cheeks. Then I felt his breath blowing on my overheated, swollen, throbbing meat. His tongue flicked out, as I started to move up over Marty's cock. I moved up until only his cock head was in my mouth.
I sucked on it, and teased his piss slit with my tongue as Sully's tongue flicked against my drooling box.
I moaned, and Marty howled and bucked upward, as the vibration of my moan stimulated his cock.
It swelled to even greater size in my mouth as I moved down over it again, and pushed it deep into my throat.
I kept flicking my tongue around and around on his throbbing shaft, as Sully's tongue moved up and down over my mushy-wet meat.
I started to buck my ass cheeks backward, as I pulled off Marty's meat, sucking on it harder and harder as my excitement grew.
I was totally abandoned to the wild, lawless sex that I had walked in on. Outside, the rain pounded on the windows.
I no longer cared about my troop, or how worried they were, or even that I was being raped.
All I cared for was the hot hard pleasure that was scintillating in my gut, and driving me wilder and wilder.
My tongue moved faster and faster, as I bobbed up and down on Marty's raging meat, while Sully's tongue ravished my pussy.
Sully's hands gripped my thighs, and spread them far apart. The strain spread my outer pussy lips. I could actually feel the hot, swollen labia spreading, flowering outward.
The throbbing in my pussy became violent and it spread through me, adding to the sensuous clouds of lust which had possessed me.
I felt the flat of his tongue lapping up my spread-open labia. Hot tingles burned into me, and made me wild with joy.
As I got more and more excited, my mouth moved faster and harder up and down over Marty's cock. I slammed my mouth down hard over his cock, until my nose was tickled by his hairy pubes.
I kept up the swallowing rhythm, and my gulping got more and more furious as the hot lust built in me.
My body felt like a raging inferno. It was almost like a form of insanity. I had to stop and think about that for awhile.
Even when I had sex with my boyfriends in the backs of cars, or down by the lake, there was this sense that sex was insane.
I guess I became more aware of it here because the situation was so weird. These were strangers and they were raping me, and I was enjoying every last minute of it.
Sully's mouth opened wider, and he buried my whole cunt in his hot wet oral cavity. I felt him starting to suck, drawing the slimy streams of my come cream into his mouth.
His tongue lapped wetly on my pussy as he sucked, and the pleasure became so intense, it was like pain, almost.
I kept bobbing up and down on Marty's cock. It pulsed and swelled in my mouth. The throbbing shaft seemed to get larger as my tongue lashed at his raging phallus.
He grunted, and braced his hands on either side of his body, behind him. He started to hump upward violently, driving his cock deeper and deeper into my throat.
I felt his come slit explode with his hot heavy juices. The scum poured down my throat in thick hot streams, and I swallowed even faster and harder than I had before, trying to get all of it in my belly.
I started to come. I could feel my cunt contracting and expanding, contracting and expanding in that demanding rhythm which always made me crazy with lust and joy.
My hips bucked backward harder. I could feel my juices spurting onto Sully's tongue. My pussy was twitching and throbbing madly as I bucked backward. Sully's mouth worked wildly on my pussy, as I came and came and came!
I was making queer, pig-like noises, as I smashed my mouth down harder and harder on Marty's spewing cock, and then bucked into Sully's hard-sucking mouth.
My orgasm peaked just as Marty spewed the last of his load down my throat. He had shot too much spunk for me to swallow it all. It filled my mouth and trickled out of the corners of my mouth, down my chin, and onto my breasts, which jiggled lewdly as I bounced back and forth between the two men.
"Arrgghh!" Marty gasped, as he lunged into me one more time, depositing his last load into my mouth.
I felt my own orgasm start to dwindle away. Sully nipped at my clitoris, sending one final shiver of delight rippling over me, and then he sat back.
"I want her cunt this time, Marty," Sully growled.
Marty pulled his cock out of my mouth, and pushed me over onto my back. Sully crawled over, and parted my legs, bending my knees up. He leered at my swollen meat that he had just eaten. There were still gobs of slimy cream from my pussy on his cheeks and chin.
He crawled in between my spread-eagled legs, and pressed his cock at my hole. Then he lunged inward with a loud bellow.
His cock was so huge, that even though my pussy was well greased and hot, it took three hard lunges, before he had plunged through the mushy tight tunnel of my twat, and buried his cock balls-deep in my lusty depths.
He grunted and started to piston his huge prick in and out of my creaming, hot hole.
"What a hot hole she got, huh, Marty?"
Marty grinned.
"Yeah, Sully," he said. His cock was still erect. He was watching the two of us fuck. He lit a cigarette.
It turned me on even more to watch him watching me getting fucked by Sully.
I felt positively wanton, as I started to grind my hips up onto his hairy cock.
"Nice hot one, huh?" Marty said, watching my hips gyrate lasciviously.
"Yeah, best we've ever had!" Sully grunted, as he braced himself above me, his forearms on the floor in a push-up position.
He started to pump in and out of me with increasing speed and frenzy. I thought he was driving his huge cock straight up to my throat.
"Ohh!" I gasped. I felt my hips go wild. They humped furiously up onto his down-thrusting cock. My pussy lips pressed wetly against his wet, matted pubic hairs.
I started to squeal and grunt.
Marty laughed when I started to come, and that only made me more and more lust-besotted.
My body jerked and quivered under Sully's hard-humping body.
"Oooh!" Sully groaned, thrusting into me so fast that his hips were almost a blur of motion, "suck on that cock, baby, suck on it!"
I could feel my pussy muscles gripping rhythmically at Sully's hard-pistoning cock.
I threw my legs up in the air, and wrapped them arund his sweaty, pumping waist, and kicked at his buttocks with my heels.
I heard Sully bellow, and then I felt the load of his hot scum pouring into my overheated quim. My orgasm pitched higher, like a helium-filled balloon, and my body bounced wildly in an ether of pure ecstasy.
I think I lost consciousness momentarily, because I suddenly found, without any of the pleasure having diminished, that my orgasm was fading away.
Sully was lying on top of me, and I didn't remember him shooting the last of his wad.
His cock still throbbed in my cunt, semi-erect.
My ass-hole was burning, and my cunt was burning. My whole body throbbed with the hot lascivious pleasure that gripped at my gut.
They weren't finished with me, even after that.
They made me suck their cocks, and I swallowed their juices as if I were dying of thirst.
Then they sodomized me again, both of them, and then they fucked me again in the cunt, doggie-style.
When they finished I felt as if all of my insides were gutted, burned out. And the only thing that stopped them was the sound of my troop, calling me loudly.
The two of them heard the girls outside, and they threw their clothes on picked up their satchel, and then disappeared.
The girls found me sprawled all over the floor, moaning. Only I wasn't moaning from pain, although that's what they thought.
I was moaning because they left, and I could have gone on all night. I was a mess. I was covered with come, and it drooled from my mouth and my ass and my cunt.
They took me to a local hospital, where I spent a day. Then they released me.
Everybody carries on about how horrible it all was, and I've been getting lots of attention and presents, and stuff like that.
I don't really mind, but I do feel kind of funny about having got so much pleasure out of being raped.
Do you think I'm a pervert, Doctor?
CONCLUSION
I hastened to assure Deanna that she was not perverted at all. Sex was a normal, natural thing, and she was a developed woman, mature for her years, and that it was part of life to enjoy sex, even if it were rape.
I explained to her that rape, even if it is an act of degradation, is still pleasurable, and that her very pleasure in the acts that were performed on her probably saved her from a lot of physical damage.
After a few counseling sessions, she understood her own sexuality, and accepted it more.
She is still living a normal happy life, and has a good sex life, at last report.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
Subject: Lorene S. Age: Thirteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Lorene and her boyfriend Tommy were sent to me by the school principal. They had been caught in flagrante delicto in the furnace room.
The principal of the school is an enlightened older woman, who, rather than suspending the children, sent them for counseling, to find out why they indulged in such flagrantly anti-social behavior.
Well, you already know why I'm here.
If the school principal didn't tell you, then Tommy did. I know he had a session with you a couple of hours ago. I wasn't able to find him to find out what it was like, though. We have classes all afternoon, both of us, and we're on different floors.
Anyway, the school principal didn't believe me when I said I was raping him. She thought maybe he was raping me, at first.
But he was making so much noise, which is how we got discovered in the first place, that the principal thought it was a fight, and that he had won!
Of course, I raped him. Actually, I was getting even with him, on account of he raped me the week before in the furnace room.
It all started on our Friday night date. We had had a big fight, and now he was trying to make it up.
We were sitting in his car, in the drive-in, and I was staring straight ahead. I was too mad to see the picture.
Anyway, Tommy moved over to my side of the seat, and started to nuzzle my neck with his mouth.
Tommy has a beautiful mouth, and it always turns me on when he runs it up and down my neck.
I was too angry with him, though, and I decided, even though I was shivering with pleasure that I wasn't going to give in to him that night.
He ran his hand over my tit, and I felt the nipple pucker.
"Come on, huh?" Baby?" he said, purring in my ear.
"No! Take me home!" I said.
His hand moved down over my belly, and then I felt his fingers softly rubbing my twat through my jeans.
I felt my pussy jerk and twitch under his hand, but I closed my thighs tightly. I could feel my pussy juices flowing out of my cunt, and getting my jeans all wet and soggy.
I don't usually wear underwear when I go out with Tommy because we always fuck.
I love the way Tommy fucks, and he can go on forever.
But he had said a lot of things that got me real furious.
He finally gave up trying, and got mad himself. He started the car and backed it out of the drive-in, and drove me home.
He called me to see if I wanted to go out with him Saturday night, and I was still mad, so I said no again.
He called me Sunday afternoon, and said he was sorry. I knew that I had him on tenterhooks and I decided to keep him that way.
I accepted his apology, but said I wouldn't go out with him. I knew what he wanted. He wanted my cunt.
I wanted his cock, too, in the worst way. I spent most of Saturday and Sunday frigging myself blind, but it didn't help, much.
That's how stubborn I was.
On Monday when I went to school, he saw me in the halls, going to my first class. He glared at me with wild anger on his face.
But he had another look on his face, too, and it was one that always sent shivers up and down my spine.
I didn't think I could hold out with my sex strike much longer. Tommy, as you know, is a very good-looking guy. He's tall, dark, and handsome, and he's hung like a horse.
I go out with other guys, but Tommy's my favorite.
Anyway, my pussy twitched with hunger all through my morning classes. I decided to hunt Tommy up at noontime, and beg him for his cock, and tell him I was sorry, and maybe cry a little.
Crying always melts Tommy's determination-at least, when I do it!
At noontime, I went down to the lockers to look for him. No one had seen him. He wasn't in the cafeteria, either. I ate my lunch, wondering where he had gone. And I was cursing myself for being so stupid, because by now I was really horny.
And when I'm horny, my studies suffer. I can't think of anything else, and I can't do anything else when I'm alone but frig myself.
I had a gym class at two in the afternoon. The gym was an extension of the old building, and you got to it through the basement, where the locker rooms, the Johns, and the furnace and supply rooms are.
I really didn't want to go to gym. What I really wanted to do was go to the girls' room, and masturbate, that's how hot I was. My panties were a soggy mess, and my cunt ached.
I wasn't even paying any attention when I went down to the locker room to change into my gym outfit.
I didn't even know what hit me when I passed the furnace room. I felt a hand snake out from the dark doorway and cover my mouth.
Before I could even react, to scream or to struggle, an arm had snaked around my waist and I was dragged into the warm dark room.
The school custodian uses the room as an office. He's not there very often around lunch time, and the kids frequently go in there to fuck. It has a couch and some chairs and a table.
My heart was beating like a trip-hammer when I was dragged into the furnace room. I heard the door slam, and then the hand that was around my waist reached back and I heard the bolt slip into the door, locking us in.
Against my back, I could feel the boy's chest heaving. I could actually hear his heart beating.
I whimpered against the hand and tried to pull it off my mouth, but the grip only increased. He started to drag me toward the couch, with me kicking and trying to scream through his hand.
I tried to bite it, but he pressed his hand so tight against my mouth that my upper lip was cut against my teeth.
I tried to twist my head to see who it was, but I couldn't. Then I started to cry, because it didn't look as if I was going to get out of the situation.
The boy, who was big, sat down on the couch, with me on his lap. Then his free hand groped at my belt buckle.
He didn't say anything at all, but I could hear his labored breathing, and when he pushed me down on his lap, I could feel his hard-on. I didn't have any illusions about what was going to happen to me.
I was scared, and at the same time, I was excited. I hated the idea of being raped, which is not uncommon in that school, or, I guess, in any school, but I really needed a cock. I would have preferred it to be Tommy's cock, but I wasn't about to get myself killed on general principles.
If he wanted to rape me, he could, and I had every intention of enjoying it.
He finally got my belt buckle undone, and then he unzipped my jeans. I was still struggling a little, but he stood up, and peeled the jeans off my hips, down to my ankles.
Then I could feel him fumbling with his own jeans. All this time, his strong hand still covered my mouth and prevented me from seeing who it was.
It took my breath away, when he dropped his own jeans, and I felt his cock pressing against my ass cheeks.
I thought he was going to butt-fuck me for awhile.
But instead, he bent me over, and I felt the thick, drooling head of his cock pressed against my pussy hole.
I didn't care any more that I was being raped, when I felt his hot meat, throbbing against my wanting honey pot. I heard him grunt as he thrust inward, and I shivered with a weird kind of pleasure.
It was weird because I knew I shouldn't be taking pleasure in my own rape. But his cock was hot and big, and it fit so tightly in my hungry hole that I didn't care. I wanted relief, and even though I knew it was my own fault for holding out on Tommy, I couldn't deny the hot pleasurable feelings that were coursing through me.
His free hand gripped me around my lower belly, as he shoved his cock into me. I felt my knees shaking with desire, as I felt my cuntal walls spread wide to accommodate his thick, hot prick.
Then he backed up and sat down on the couch again.
When he did, the rest of his cock slithered up into my hot, drooling hole. His cock was so big and hot that it took my breath away.
I just closed my eyes, as I felt his hips start to buck up into me. He drove his cock deeper and deeper into my cunt.
My cunt got hotter and hotter, as his cock pushed into me and then pulled out of me. I could feel his big, heavy balls pressing into me, as he shoved his cock deeply into my honey pot.
My juices started to flow more and more heavily. I heard him groan, and then a bell went off in my head.
There was something familiar about the sound of that voice.
As he swiveled his cock around and around in my pussy, I got more and more excited.
The more excited I got, the wilder I got. I finally gave up any thought of struggle, and any thought of just sitting on his lap, passively, letting him fuck me.
I couldn't help it. The feelings which were rippling through me were too strong, and I was getting more and more aroused.
My whole body shivered with hot pleasure. My pussy syrup rolled heavily out of my tightly-stuffed twat.
I braced my feet on the floor, beside his feet, and I started to lift myself up and down on his cock.
He pistoned in and out of me, faster and faster. I could feel the throbbing in his cock get stronger and stronger. My pussy walls were itching fiercely, as the hot joy of being fucked built to a feverish pitch.
Beside myself with sexual rage, I started to hump up and down on his hairy groin. My eyes were tightly shut, and I could see brilliant lights going off as my sexual excitement became more profound.
I felt as if I were on a merry-go-round. My head swam with the delicious sensations which filled me.
His balls got all wet and sticky with my syrup, as it poured out of my cunt. His throbbing shaft massaged the aching walls of my cunt.
My body arched outward, like a bow, as I felt the first stirrings of an orgasm deep in my belly. My body started to get stiff, and my muscles felt as if they were all bunched together, as electric-like currents of ecstasy shot through me.
I started to come. I could feel my cuntal walls close in around his hot, hard-driving peter. Then my pussy muscles started to convulse. They expanded and contracted, gripping greedily at the boy's cock.
His cock swelled in my cunt, and the hot pressure increased. I needed to come in the worst way, as I writhed in the delicious throes of pre-orgasmic tension.
When the orgasm did finally built, it was like a huge tidal wave that swept over my body.
I broke out into a copious sweat. My pussy juices flooded my cunt, greased the rapist's cock, making it easier to pump it in and out of my pussy. The convulsions in my cunt became violent, and in my excitement, I bounced up and down furiously on the huge phallus which was reaming me out.
His grip around my mouth and around my waist tightened, as his excitement grew. I could feel the wetness of his shirt against my back, and I knew that he was ready to ejaculate.
His cock lunged into me deeper and deeper. The throbbing got more and more violent, and his grunting got louder and louder.
My orgasm peaked. I sort of exploded with the hot wild pleasure. Waves of relief ran through my body, and traveled up and down my spine. I felt goose bumps forming on my smooth flesh.
Then I felt his come slit explode with his hot, frothing juices. His gism spewed in heavy loads into my creaming cunt. I could feel his scum mixing with my come cream, swelling the flooding slimy river which was already pouring out of me.
The wet sticky mess on his hairy groin increased. As I slammed down on his cock, our bodies made wet sticky noises, that aroused me even more.
The furnace room reeked of our sex juices.
I kept coming and coming. I wasn't used to doing without sex for long periods of time, so the relief that flooded me was wild, and prolonged.
My rapist kept shoving his cock into me, and each time he lunged into my teeming well of sex, he left more and more of his juice.
Only Tommy had that much juice in his balls, I thought, as I felt his hot man juice washing against the aching walls of my cunt, and dribbling down in a fragrant sticky mess, making our groins wetter and wetter.
I don't remember how long I squirmed and squealed with this guy's cock in me. I didn't care.
I loved the sex, and he hadn't hurt me, so what harm had been done?
Finally I collapsed on top of his body. He plunged into me a. few more times, until his balls were emptied, and then he, too, sort of collapsed. I just lay there like a rag doll, a sexy rag doll, at that, feeling my juices, mixed with his scum, pouring out of my twat.
His cock was still embedded tightly in my cunt, throbbing.
My pussy tingled wildly. It was so aroused, that the sensation was almost like a phantom cock reaming me out all over again. I was so aroused from that rape, that I wanted more.
But how do you tell a rapist to do it again?
His hand relaxed on my mouth, and then he took it away. He started to knead my titties with his hands, tweaking the nipples through my T-shirt.
I felt all the shivers of excitement course through me again, and I felt my syrup start to well up around his cock and flow downward. At the same time, I felt his cock throbbing with renewed, lusty life, getting bigger in my hungry cunt.
I was too horny to cry out or struggle. I finally opened my eyes, and looked up at him.
"Ohhh!" I squealed, getting angry. My body stiffened, and I lurched to a sitting position.
It was Tommy!
He grabbed me, laughing, and pulled me back down onto his lap.
"I'm not finished with you, yet!" he said. "You owe me a fuck for Friday, Saturday and Sunday, not to mention today's fuck, and I'm getting all of them, you hear?"
"You bastard!" I growled, getting mad at him all over again. I tried to pull his hands off my waist, where he had grabbed me, but he started to lunge up into me again, and his cock had more persuasive powers than anything he could have said.
I moaned, needing his cock, needing to be fucked.
Maybe he thought I owed him all those fucks, but I needed to make up for my sex-starved weekend, too.
I surrendered to his hot, hard fucking, and decided to wait until later to get revenge.
Whatever he did to me, he couldn't get away with what he was doing. I had to find a way to teach him a lesson.
INTERVIEW TWO
I had to interrupt Lorene's story, and make another appointment with her for several days later, because her time was up.
I had no intention of prescribing any course of therapy, or making any decisions on the case, until I had heard both sides of the case, in their entirety.
Following is a verbatim transcript of her second interview.
I guess you know I didn't go to gym that day. When I went home that night, I felt as if I had a potato in my cunt.
Tommy really fucked me furiously.
In a way, I didn't mind, even if he were raping me. He was so masterful, and his prick was so big and hot and hard and I kept having one orgasm after another.
When the bell was about to ring for final class, he let me go. He was grinning. Even though I was crazy about him, I hated him at that moment, just because he had raped me. I guess I hated him on general principles.
In a way I hated myself for having surrendered to the hot sexy pleasure of his cock. I had a sense of helplessness. When he wasn't around, it was sort of easy to resist him, even if I did miss his cock.
When he was fucking me I felt as if I would take a gun to my head and shoot myself if he asked me to.
Not that he ever would ask me anything like that. Tommy's a nice friend besides being a good stud.
I guess the whole quarrel had been silly to begin with, and I had become more angry than I should have.
"I'm going to get you for this," I said, as I struggled into my clothes. My hands were shaking, and I felt feverish.
Even though he had fucked me almost blind, I still felt as if I could have been fucked more. I never got enough of Tommy's cock.
He laughed.
"What are you going to do, rape me?"
"That's not a bad idea," I snorted, as I straightened myself out, and picked up my books, which were scattered all over the floor.
"You can't rape a boy, silly."
"Who says?" I demanded.
"Well, stop and think about it. First of all, you'd have to overcome me, and you're not strong enough. Then you'd have to get me hard. It's easier for a boy. All I have to do is get hard. I'm stronger than you are anyway, and all I have to do is stick it in."
Well, I thought about that for a whole week. When Frank asked me out on Friday night, I accepted the date, mostly because I was still mad at Tommy.
What he had pointed out to me seemed to be true. And if it were true, it just wasn't fair. How come, just because I had a cunt, and I was smaller and weaker than a boy, I could get raped and a boy couldn't?
I talked it over with some of my friends. I guess they hadn't thought about it, either.
Some of my girlfriends have been raped. As I said, it's fairly common. Most of us don't bother to report it. It gets reported if our parents find out about it, or the girls get hurt.
But that doesn't happen so often. Anyway, Tommy was really mad when he asked me out and I said I already had a date. We had another furious quarrel.
Friday nights I usually had a steady date with Tommy, and he just assumed that I'd be going out with him.
"It serves you right for taking me for granted!" I said to him.
"I don't take you for granted! I suppose you're not taking me for granted just because we've had a steady date for Friday nights for all this time?" he said. He was real nasty.
"Well, Frank asked me first, so I'm going out with him. Find another girl."
Tommy stormed away from me. I could tell from the way he was walking that he was furious. I was beginning to wonder if that was the end of our relationship.
In a way I was sorry. I was hoping that somehow or other we could patch it up.
Sally, one of my classmates, came up with a good idea the following week. She suggested waylaying Tommy and getting him tied up before he could fight.
But in order to do that, I'd have to learn how to tie knots that would work.
Sally's boyfriend had an older brother who had a sailboat, and he knew all sorts of knots, so she posed the problem to him.
He thought it was very funny. He had the same attitude that Tommy did: that a girl just couldn't rape a guy.
But he decided to go along with it. He promised that if I succeeded, he'd treat all of us to pizza and Coke. That just gave me an added inducement, in addition to my need to prove Tommy wrong.
Tommy didn't speak to me for the whole week. But I had one consolation, anyway: He didn't avoid me. He seemed to go out of his way to meet me, so that he could glare at me.
And every time I'd look into his dark, smoldering eyes, my pussy would cream.
For a whole week, and all weekend, when I wasn't going out with other guys, I practiced making the knots.
One of them was a slip-knot. Sally's boyfriend's brother had also given me enough rope.
Then he said I'd have to plan my strategy carefully. He said I'd have to know Tommy's movements, and find a good place to waylay him so I could rape him and get away with it.
The whole thing was an education to me. I guess I would never like to be any kind of a criminal. All the things you have to think about, and all the consequences that have to be considered.
What I did was to sit down on Sunday, and plot where Tommy might possibly be all day Monday, and then correlate it with where I might possibly be.
I figured it would have to be at a time when we would both be least missed, like in gym or a general assembly.
Tommy had, gym last period in the morning. On Monday's, I had a history class at that time. The history class had been exceptionally large for several weeks, because one of the history teachers was out sick, so they had doubled up two classes.
Miss Donaldson used to look over the room and note absences, but she never reported them. They just automatically went on the report card. I figured, since I was a good student anyway, and was up-to-date in my home assignments, that she wouldn't make a fuss about it.
What I didn't know was that the school custodian had cleaned out the furnace room that weekend. What he found was a pair of panties under his couch, and several condoms.
He had gone to the school principal, and reported that he thought us kids were making whoopie in the furnace room, which was the truth. Of course, the principal got furious, and decided to police the room at lunch hour, and before and after school.
That's how I got caught. An unforeseen circumstance!
But all the rest of the plan I worked out was really good. I guess I'll practice doing that kind of thinking for other things, because it really worked.
On Monday, I was so excited, I could barely sit still in class. I told Sally that this was D-day. I had my ropes, and I had really practiced using them, and I had my tactics all planned.
I was going to cut history class. Sally was going to go up to Miss Donaldson, and say I went home with cramps.
When the bell rang just before history class, I went up to the school nurse to get the pass to go home, and I collected my books and everything, planning to go home when lunch was over. I'd hide in the furnace room, or fuck Tommy, if I could get him to stay hard that long, until then.
I was really proud of myself, as I sneaked down to the furnace room, and waited. Tommy was always a lagger, and he had to go by the room, just as I did, in order to get to the locker rooms.
My heart was beating wildly, as the first huge group of kids came down to go to the locker room.
Then a couple of stragglers came down. Everything was working in my favor. Finally, I heard whistling. That was Tommy's voice.
I got my rope ready, and waited. I figured if I got it around his neck and yanked hard enough, I could knock him down and wind him sufficiently to then get ropes around his wrists, so he couldn't fight back.
I knew how to get him hard. That was easy!
Just as I had trouble resisting him sexually, I knew he had the same trouble resisting me-especially if I used my mouth on his cock.
My heart was hammering so hard it felt like it had grown to twice its normal size, as Tommy got nearer and nearer.
I opened the door a little more, and swung the rope. I had to wipe my palms on my jeans because they were sweating with my excitement.
He kept whistling until he walked part-way past the door, when I swung the rope. I caught him on the first throw, and yanked, but not too tightly. I didn't want to strangle him.
He keeled over backward, and landed part-way through the furnace room door. He was stunned which is what I wanted. I took the other end of the rope, and tied it fast around his wrists, and then dragged his body into the furnace room.
Then I went out into the hall, and picked up his books, which had scattered all over the floor, and brought them into the furnace room.
I slammed the door and locked it, and then looked down at him.
By now, he was recovering from the fall, which had winded him, and he was struggling with the ropes.
"You let me go!" he snarled, kicking out at me. I jumped back a little to avoid his flailing legs, and then laughed at him.
"Why should I? You didn't let me go!"
"You let me go, you little bitch!"
I just laughed louder.
I walked around him until I was standing at his head, and then I straddled his chest. He started to kick real hard then, so I decided to tie his legs together. I got more rope, and secured his ankles together, and then went back up to his chest, which I straddled again.
"I'm going to rape you!" I exclaimed, breathless with my initial victory.
"You are like hell!"
"Oh, yes I am," I said. I undid the buckle of his belt, and then pulled down his zipper.
His cock was already semi-erect. I guess the idea had turned him on just as much as it turned me on.
I pulled his jeans down to his ankles, and then grabbed his cock at the base of it. I started to pump on it a little.
He was grunting. I had my back to his face, so I couldn't see his expressions, but I knew what he was feeling when I felt the blood start to pound in his cock, and it started to swell. I had to straddle his chest, to keep his arms down.
I lowered my head, and stuck his throbbing cock head in my mouth, and started to suck.
The more I sucked, the harder he got, and the harder and hotter his cock got, the more I creamed. I was feeling a real sense of power.
"Unh, stop it, Lorene!" Tommy gasped. His haunches were rolling from side to side, and his hips were making little undulating movements up and down as he humped into my mouth.
I knew he was trying not to get excited, just as I had tried when he raped me, but he couldn't help it any more than I could. That made me feel better.
I didn't feel quite so inferior or weak and helpless, then!
I kept sucking more and more of his cock into my mouth. I felt his cock head press against the entrance to my throat, and I started to swallow furiously.
Then Tommy really started to go crazy.
I nuzzled my face deep into his hairy crotch, inhaling his manly fragrance. That really turned me on.
His wiry pubic hairs tickled my nose and mouth.
I took my mouth off his cock and then sucked his balls into my mouth, teasing the hairy, wrinkled fleshy sacs with my tongue, thoroughly wetting them.
Tommy was grunting and groaning, and he had stopped struggling entirely now. His hips rolled from side to side on the linoleum floor, and every now and then he'd buck his hips up into my mouth.
"Ohh, Lorene, so good!" he gasped.
When his balls were thoroughly wet, I ran my mouth back up his shaft, wetting every inch of its thick, throbbing hardness with my tongue. I pried my tongue into his piss slit, when I reached the top and sucked up a drop of pre-come which glistened on it.
His cock was fully erect now. He had a beautiful cock. It was round and thick, and strong-looking. Right now it was reddened with his passion and the throbbing was clearly visible, as I grasped it at the base again.
Then I decided to tease him.
I suddenly stood up, and straddled him, facing him.
"There, how does that feel?" I asked, my hands on my hips. I still had my clothes on, and there he was, naked from the waist down, and bound. He looked so vulnerable and helpless that I almost forgave him for raping me and acting so bossy, assuming all the time that men rule the world!
"Oh, Lorene, stick it in your cunt. I need to come."
"Tough!" I said, backing off. I walked over to the couch where I had left my books, as if to leave.
Tommy's head shot up off the floor. His cock bobbed lewdly with his motion, and it stuck straight out from his thick pubic patch.
"You aren't going to leave me here like this, are you?" he asked.
I laughed. The expression on his face was a combination of lust and panic.
"I sure am. You can lie there till someone finds you. I hope your cock explodes!" I said.
I started to walk toward the door.
"You can't do this to me!" he screamed.
"Why not?" I asked, my hand on the door knob.
"Well, because, well-we're supposed to be friends!" .
"How come it's all right for you to rape me, and it's not all right for me to leave you there?'
"Aw, come on, Lorene! I made you come at least three times! I didn't tease you and leave you!"
There was another drop of pre-come gleaming on his piss slit, and I licked my lips.
And what he said was true. I had come. Actually, he lost count. I came five times, but one of my climaxes was a little one, so maybe he didn't notice it.
"Lorene, baby, please!" he said.
"Are you begging?'
"No!"
"O.K., " I sighed. I pulled the bolt out of the lock, and put my hand on the door again.
"Lorene!" he gasped. "I'm begging, please!"
I turned around and started to walk toward him.
"Well, maybe," I said. His hips were bucking up off the floor. I watched the muscles in his haunches rippling. He looked so sexy, that I felt the fires in my own cunt flare up.
I just had to have him!
I dropped my books on the floor, and then took off my jeans. I started to walk, ever so slowly, up over his legs. I could see his eyes, glazed with the fever of his lust, staring at my swollen pussy lips.
I knew that I was turning him on. His cock looked bigger and harder than I had ever seen it.
The pre-come was drooling from his piss slit in steady streams now, and his chest heaved with his labored breathing.
I can't begin to tell you what the sight of him did to me! I got more and more excited.
My pussy lips felt as if they were swollen to twice their normal size. My blood boiled in my veins. I even got light-headed, and my ears rang.
But I kept teasing him. I wanted him to never forget this.
"Just remember," I said, as I finally straddled his hips, "this time I'm raping you!"
His cock lurched when I said it, and I grinned lewdly at him. I think that some of the incredible excitement I felt then had to do with my sense of power over him.
I could feel my pussy juices, line hot slime, pouring from my cunt. I could hear Tommy's breathing. It was harsh and shallow, and it almost sounded as if he were sobbing.
I teased him by lowering myself slowly onto his cock, but I was teasing myself too, because all of a sudden, I wanted him real bad!
I finally got to my knees and pressed his cock head against my drooling, hot hole.
I almost came right then and there, but I decided to hold off. I wanted to tease him as much as I could without creating agony for me.
I began to appreciate the position a man is in, if a girl has a hard time coming. I mean, if he's really considerate, like Tommy, he doesn't come right away. I wanted to come, but if I were going to play the role the way I should, that meant I had to hold off until he came.
I started to squirm down onto his cock, applying a light pressure so that only a tiny little bit of his cock went in.
He started groaning like mad. He was sweating like a pig, and I could feel his body trembling with his desire, as I pressed my knees against his naked haunches.
He bit his lip hard. Every time he'd buck upward with his hips, I'd raise myself off his cock a little.
"I told you I was raping you. You just don't make a move until I tell you!" I ordered.
"I can't help it. I'm gonna shoot!"
"Oh, yeah?"
I pulled right off his cock. It was throbbing fiercely now, the blood pulsing in it powerfully. My own passion was getting hotter and harder to withstand.
"O.K.! O.K.! You win!" gasped Tommy.
I smiled, and placed his throbbing cock head against my hole again. By now my own cunt was aching to be stuffed, so this time, I moved down over his raging prick a little faster, but still not fast enough to suit Tommy, who moaned as if he were in pain.
And if he felt at all like me, he probably was in pain!
The pressure in my body was fantastic. I felt as if I were going to explode. I squirmed down over his cock, and felt his thick meat spreading my walls. The throbbing shaft rubbed my itching membranes, and I could already feel my orgasm gripping my insides.
It was so intense that it almost felt like a stomach cramp. I shivered with happiness, as Tommy's cock pushed further and further into my cunt.
The tremor in his body increased as I worked my way down further on his prick. It felt so hot, and so big. I felt as if my cunt were being stretched wider and bigger than it ever had been stretched before!
I loved the feeling!
I started to go crazy, as I felt his cock head prying into the depths of my teeming twat. The heat in my cunt was incredible, and the heat from his raging prick only added to it.
I felt "his pubic hairs tickling my swollen, throbbing pussy meat. I ground my muff around and around on the base of his cock, and the hot thrills that went through me almost drove me crazy.
I felt hot and cold all over, and totally possessed by the sexual sensations which filled me.
"Oh, Lorene," he gasped. Tommy's body got very stiff. I didn't care any more if he came. I was teetering on the edge of a wild orgasm myself, but I decided to make life more difficult for him, if I could.
"If you come before I'm ready, I'll get you hard again and leave you here!"
"Oh, Lorene, hurry up! I can't stand it!"
I never heard Tommy say something like that before. Always it was I who said it, when he was teasing me, and I got ravenous for his cock. Hearing him beg me to come just excited me more.
I started to pump up and down on his cock slowly. I closed my eyes, and got weak with the fever of lust which filled me. I braced my hands on his flat, hard belly as I rose and fell, feeling his cock rubbing against my drooling pussy walls.
I was creaming so hard that his pubic hairs were a sticky-wet puddle of my liquid lust.
I could feel my orgasm rumbling in my belly. It coursed through me like a fire. I couldn't help it. I really wanted to hold off my orgasm just to make Tommy suffer, but I couldn't.
I started to feel the spasms of my orgasm ripple through me. I bounced up and down furiously on his huge hot cock.
As my pussy muscles started to clamp down on his raging peter, his cock swelled. I could feel my snatch actually sucking at his cock.
"Ohh!" Tommy groaned. He kept groaning over and over again. I bounced up and down on his cock, as my orgasm got more and more intense.
Then I felt his come slit exploding with his hot juices. He started to grunt like a rutting pig, and his hips went out of control.
I didn't care any more. I was coming like gangbusters, and I was squealing and making a lot off noise, but I couldn't help it any more than Tommy could.
It was as if my whole body were convulsing in an orgasm. My muscles kept getting tight, and then relaxing, and my blood kept pounding into my head. I felt as if my head were swelling like a balloon.
As I slammed down, feeling Tommy's cock slither up into my creaming cunt, his pubic hairs tickled my swollen pussy lips.
My clitoris got inflamed, and wild tingling sensations ripped through my body, as my little love button got hard and twitched with the stimulation from Tommy's hairy groin.
Tommy's hips bucked up and down. He drove his cock deeper and deeper into me, until I thought it was lodged in my belly. I had never felt it so hot and wild.
I guess what turned me on so wildly, in addition to the sense of power I felt over Tommy, was Tommy's excitement. He grunted, and squealed, and pistoned his cock in and out of me.
Each thrust left hot furrows of pleasure behind. My cuntal walls rippled, and then they'd contract and expand, and the spasms got harder and more demanding. I almost passed out when my orgasm peaked.
Even my ass-hole tingled with sympathetic pleasure. My whole body felt alive. I felt as if I were on fire, and it was burning everything out of me, leaving my body a gaping, hungry hole that wanted more and more cock.
Tommy's cock spewed wad after wad of come juice deep into me. It mixed hotly with my own juices, and added to the sweet flood which spewed out of my hole around his throbbing shaft.
His prick didn't seem to get smaller. He just kept pumping into me, long after he had emptied his heavy, hairy balls into me.
I guess he kept on having small orgasms, just the way I was.
Finally, my body went limp. My pussy still tingled, and Tommy's hips were still swiveling around, thrusting his cock in and out of my cunt.
I reached down with trembling, sweaty hands, and released his wrists from the bonds.
Tommy sighed, and his body was still for a moment, but his cock still throbbed strongly in my cunt. I wanted more, and I could tell from the way Tommy's cock stayed hard, that he wanted more, too.
But as far as I was concerned, the rape part was finished.
I took the ropes off his ankles, leaning backward to do it. Every move I made caused Tommy's cock to slither around in my hot, and still-drooling pussy.
It felt so good. Tommy didn't make any move to get away from me, either, once I had released him from the bonds. He brought his hands up to massage my breasts.
"You have the best cunt, and the best tits in school, Lorene," he said.
"Yeah, I know!" I gasped. I was really feeling good about myself. I started to rock back and forth on his cock, feeling it swell and pulse in my pussy. I felt the heat start to rise again, and my nipples puckered hotly under Tommy's caressing hand.
Tommy has great hands, and he knows exactly how to use them. I just loved the way he was kneading my breasts, and making my nipples tingle. My breasts started to swell with the hot lusty passion which started to grow again, as I moved up and down, and then around and around on his raging cock.
Tommy started to hump his hips up and down again. The sensation of his cock moving back and forth against my hungry pussy walls was sensational. I felt as if I were going crazy, as I swiveled my hips around and around, trying to get his cock to touch every single inch of my pussy.
Tommy got hotter and hotter again. He started to grunt. His hands on my tits got more and more demanding, as his hips slammed up into me.
By now our groins were a sticky-wet mess. My cunt cream poured heavily from my twat, and his man juices from his last ejaculation still poured out of me, mixed with my pussy juices.
Our genitals made wet sticky noises as we moved up and down on each other. Tommy's upward humping matched my downward strokes.
His hands moved down from my tits, and he started to caress my ass cheeks, kneading the soft flesh. He parted my ass cheeks, and ran a finger up and down the sweat crevice.
Then I felt the tip of his finger prying into my ass-hole. I felt the pressure increase, and I couldn't hold back on another orgasm.
It hit me suddenly. I started to convulse almost immediately. He kept his finger in my ass-hole, as he pistoned his cock in and out of my cunt.
I felt my sphincter muscles close in around his finger. Then he groaned loudly, and started to buck up into me harder and harder.
His cock swelled again, and then his come slit exploded with another load of gism.
I actually screamed out loud, as I shivered and shook in the throes of my delicious delirium. My screams blended with Tommy's as he came and came!
I felt his hot juices pouring into my thirsty cunt. My convulsing pussy sucked the juices in. They mixed again with my come cream, and then flowed down, making us wetter. The room was filled with the smell of our sex juices.
My orgasm went on for a long time. When I started to come down, I could feel the pleasant after-glow fill me. I could feel that my cheeks were flushed.
I looked down at Tommy. His eyes were closed. He almost looked as if he were asleep.
I rubbed his tits, softly, and he shivered, and opened his eyes.
I just grinned at him. I felt so victorious.
"Are you still mad at me?" he asked.
I just grinned more. I didn't even feel like talking. I shook my head at him, and he grinned, too.
He reached up and grabbed my shoulders, and pulled me down on top of his chest. His cock still throbbed in my cunt.
"I could fuck you all day," I said. He reached up and kissed me. His tongue snaked into my mouth, and the excitement started all over again.
It was as if I couldn't get enough of him.
We fucked again, and came like gangbusters, only this time he was on top of me. I enjoyed it that way, too.
I felt as if I didn't have anything more I had to prove to him. After all, I had raped him. I had had it my way, so I was content to feel his big, heavy body pinning me against the floor.
And that's when we were discovered by the principal. She had come down to check out the room.
She let out the most ungodly scream I ever heard in my life. Tommy and I were well on our way to our fourth orgasm, and she stopped us, dead.
Do you know what it feels like to be stopped just before you come? It's awful. I had a crying jag in her office, only it wasn't because I felt guilty. She said we were engaging in anti-social behavior.
I'd like to know what's more sociable than fucking someone you like!
CONCLUSION
It's a pleasure when a psychiatrist, in the course of his work, can laugh with a patient.
I could laugh with Lorene, because basically she was right. She wasn't being anti-social at all.
' I did caution her about the places she picked to fuck in, however, since society does frown on teenaged sex.
I will speak more about her case in my general conclusion, because both she and Tommy had interesting insights on the two rapes, which apply to all sexual behavior.
I dismissed Lorene with my simple direction for more prudence.
She certainly doesn't need therapy, and neither, for that matter, does Tommy.
They are more than good lovers. They have a very good, and deepening friendship, which is unusual among teenagers.
I wouldn't be a bit surprised to find out that they got married, one day after graduation.
And my prognosis for a long and happy married life for the two of them would be very, very good!
CASE HISTORY FIVE
Subject: Adele M. Age: Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Adele, who is a stunning brunette, was referred to me by case workers from the police department.
She had been raped, and found, unconscious on the beach of the lake where she had been skinny-dipping, a common practice in her small community, and one which had never been discouraged.
The community is law-abiding, and crime is relatively scarce, so her rape created a furor.
The case worker rightly thought that the reactions of her family and friends might be more traumatic than the rape itself, since they were horrified.
Adele is extremely poised. She is unusually well-developed for a fourteen-year-old, and shows promise of being an absolute beauty in several years.
The psychological testing which I gave her did not point up any severe traumatization, or any unusual neurosis, so I asked her to tell me her story, thinking that perhaps I could discover if anything were bothering her, if she told me in her own words.
I had already read the basic facts in the police reports-, which the case worker very kindly lent me for study.
I think my parents feel worse about the rape than I do, Doctor.
I don't feel bad about it at all.
I suppose I was asking for it, going skinny-dipping alone. Usually we go in bunches.
And it wasn't as if I got my cherry popped. I've been sexually active since I was thirteen. I have lots of boyfriends and I think I have a good sex life.
But the awful thing is, I think my parents thought I was a virgin. I don't know why they should think that. Most of the kids in this town lose their cherries when they're about twelve or thirteen, so in that respect, my development was pretty normal.
Of course, I never told my parents about it.
I figured they would raise a great stink. And yet, the way we developed, us young kids, I have to believe they developed the same way.
It's funny about parents; how they do things themselves but expect their kids not to do them the same way.
I guess that's what you call possessiveness, or maybe they're just being protective. Anyway, I tolerate my parents' naivet', just as I hope, if they ever find out about my sex life, they'll tolerate that.
Come to think of it, if they did find out, they'd have to! They wouldn't have much choice in the matter, unless they decided to put me in a convent, which I doubt very much they would do.
But they can be so contradictory. For instance, everyone knows that if you go to Benton Lake, you go skinny-dipping. My parents did it, and used to talk about it a lot. They don't any more, not since I was raped.
And how can you go skinny-dipping with a whole bunch of boys and girls, and not learn about sex, especially on those warm summer evenings when you get to feel real sexy and hungry.
Now they have a police patrol up there all the time, and we have to wear bathing suits. Our parents have forbidden us to swim in the nude.
I don't think that's fair, really.
That's the only reason I feel bad about the rape, Doctor. I feel as if I've spoiled everyone's fun.
Oh, my friends don't blame me or anything. They just feel bad that it happened to me.
But still, no one was ever raped up there before, and no one probably will be ever again, unless that guy comes back.
Oh, yes, the guy. He didn't belong to the town. I had never seen him before. I told the police that I didn't know what he looked like; that he was dark, and tall, but that I couldn't make out his features. That was because he gave me such a good time, I didn't have the heart to get him arrested.
But I did see him, and I don't think I'll ever forget him.
I didn't tell the police, and I didn't tell any of my friends that I enjoyed being raped, either! I think that would have made them feel even worse than they did, or maybe they'd think I was some kind of freak.
I just don't talk about it, and when anyone asks me, I tell them I don't want to talk about it.
It was one of those hot spring nights, a few weeks ago, at the end of May. It was a Thursday night. I had finished my homework, and I was hot and sweaty.
I went downstairs and I asked Mom and Dad if they minded if I went swimming. The lake is only five minutes away from the house, and they said they didn't mind as long as I was home by ten.
I just grabbed a towel from the linen closet and left the house.
When I got to the beach, it was empty. I was a little disappointed. I thought I'd have some company, or that maybe some of the guys were there, and I could get a little extra nookie.
The beach is where I got my cherry popped, when I was thirteen. I had started out as an escapade, during the summer. I had got up about five one morning, before my parents were even awake, and had sneaked down to the beach to swim.
It was hot and muggy. When I had been swimming in the lake for awhile, I noticed a figure standing on top of one of the dunes.
It was Andy Jensen, who lived a couple of doors down from me. He's the same age I am. I waved to him, surprised to see him there at that hour of the morning. He stripped down and plunged in, and swam out to where I was.
He had been up early, too, and was out on his porch, trying to get some air, and he had seen me sneak away. He knew where I was going, so he had followed.
We swam and cooled off a bit, and then went back to the shore, where we lay down in the early morning sun, and talked.
After awhile, I looked over at him, and noticed that his cock was standing straight up from his groin.
"Can I touch it, Andy?"
He looked at me and grinned.
"Yeah, but don't pull it," he said. I reached over, and enclosed the base of his thick, big cock in my hand.
I'd seen lots of cocks. After all, I'd been coming to this beach since I was a kid. I guess it's a good way to get your sex education. The beach happens to be where most of the kids get their cherries popped.
"Are you a virgin?" Andy asked me.
"Yeah," I said, a little ruefully. I was already budding, and I was dying to get my cherry popped. Most of the girls in my class had already taken the step and I wanted to.
"Do you want to be?"
"No," I said, laughing. "Why?"
"I'll pop it for you, if you like," Andy said. He looked at me with a strange look in his eyes, and I got rather excited.
"Yeah, I'd like that," I said.
I'll admit, I was a little bit nervous. I didn't really know anything about sex, except that a man's cock got big, and he stuck it in that little hole, and rubbed it back and forth a few times.
And most of my girlfriends said it hurt a little the first time.
Andy rolled over onto his side. We were lying behind a sand dune. He reached out and cupped my breasts. I felt the nipples pucker right away and I shivered with hot excitement.
"I don't know too much, Andy," I said by way of apology.
"That's all right," he said. "You have nice tits."
I giggled when I heard him say that word. It made me feel excited all over. I felt my pussy cream start to flow.
I was quite familiar with masturbation. I had been frigging myself since I was about ten years old. But it was different with a boy's hand on my tits.
I suppose that's a naive thing to say, but the difference excited me, mostly, I think, because I hadn't thought it would be different.
That's how dumb I was!
Andy moved closer to me, and his cock brushed against my belly. That made me even more excited.
Then he kissed me, and I felt his tongue push between my parted teeth. The tip of his tongue flicked against the tip of my tongue.
"Mmmmmm!" I moaned against his mouth.
Andy's hands moved down over my belly. My flesh jumped with pleasurable excitement as he caressed my skin. I was getting hotter and hotter, and the weather had nothing to do with it.
My thighs were getting all sticky-wet from the juices which were flowing from my cunt. My temples were throbbing with my excitement, and I felt as if I were having trouble breathing.
Then Andy's hand cupped my muff. I had a little bit of fuzz on it, but not much. He rubbed his hand up and down over my plump white outer lips. I could feel my pink inner lips getting all wet and swollen.
They were actually throbbing with desire.
Andy's finger pried into my cunt slit, and I gasped when I felt his fingers rubbing up and down my pink meat. I started to shiver, as the pressure built in me. I felt bloated.
Andy pushed me over onto my back, and then spread my legs. Then I got a little nervous all over again, because it was about to happen. I was about to be fucked for the first time.
His cock was red with lust, and there was a drop of pre-come glistening on the tip of it, when he grabbed it at the base, and then started to rub it up and down my pussy.
It was so hard, but the skin was so soft, as he teased my snatch. My cream started to flow heavier and heavier, as he pressed his big cock head against my hole.
Andy was shaking himself, as he started to push his cock into me.
"Ohh!" I gasped, as I felt his thick cock starting to spread my pussy walls wide. He kept pushing in, stuffing me with his thick, throbbing meat.
I kept moaning and gasping. I bent my knees up and spread my thighs wider, as his cock kept slithering into my soaking wet hole.
Then I felt his cock head hit against my hymen. He gripped my shoulders, and squeezed them hard.
"Are you ready?" he asked. He looked almost as nervous as I felt. "I guess so," I said.
I closed my eyes. This was when it was supposed to hurt.
Andy thrust inward, roughly, and I felt the delicate membrane pull away from the walls of my cunt.
I felt some blood gush out, as Andy's cock kept lunging into me, until I felt his balls pressing against my quivering ass cheeks.
Then I knew he was all the way in. I felt a slight stinging sensation but that was all, and the blood stopped flowing in a short while.
His cock was still in my cunt for a moment, and that gave me time to get used to the strange, wonderful sensation of being stuffed with man meat.
I could feel the sides of his shaft throbbing against my pulsing pussy.
Then he started to move in me, pulling his cock out to the tip and then pushing it in again.
It felt so good that I started squirming wildly under him. I could feel my pussy walls close in around his cock, feel my juices flowing downward, greasing my tight tunnel.
"Oh, Andy, it feels so good!" I gasped, as I felt my orgasm building in my cunt. The sensations drove me crazy with desire.
Every time he pumped into me the pleasure grew, until I was squealing and writhing under him like a mad woman.
Then he started to grunt. His sweat poured from his body, and fell on my body, and mixed with my sweat.
"Oh, Andy, it feels so good!" I gasped. My hips started to writhe. It was almost as if they had a will of their own. I arched them upward, trying to get even more of Andy's cock into me.
I didn't care if he stuffed his balls into me, it all started to feel so good. The pain went away as the pleasure built, and then I felt the first spasms of my orgasm start deep in my cunt. My cuntal muscles began to grip greedily around his hard-humping pole.
He grunted, and his cock started to swell in my pussy. Then I felt his gism starting to pour into me.
It felt so good. It poured into my teeming hole, and mixed with my come cream, making a delicious sticky-wet mess.
I writhed and grunted wildly under his body, as he kept lunging into me, deeper and deeper.
His chest pressed my tits flat. Every time he lunged inward, his chest would press into my tits harder. My nipples felt as if they were on fire.
My whole body felt as if it were being buffeted in a storm.
"Unh!" Andy grunted, and then his body collapsed on top of mine. I could feel his chest heaving as he tried to fill his passion-spent lungs with air. His cock still throbbed in my cunt.
He looked down at me.
"Are you all right?" he asked, with a concerned look on his face.
I was surprised at his question. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him, pushing my tongue into his mouth, and wrestling with his tongue.
"I feel wonderful," I gasped, still trying to catch my own breath.
We took another swim, so I could wash off the blood that had matted my pussy hair, and stained my thighs, and then I went home to breakfast. I was starved. I thought that it would show on my face, getting my cherry popped, and all, but my parents didn't seem to notice anything different about me. At least if they did, they didn't say anything.
INTERVIEW TWO
Adele's time was up, and she was only part-way finished with her story. I made another appointment for her for the same time, the following week.
I guess I got a little side-tracked the last time. I hope you don't mind. I mean, I was supposed to tell you about the rape, but instead I told you about how Andy popped my cherry.
I guess all I wanted to say about going to the Jake this night, was that every time I got to this particular dune, I remembered the morning Andy popped my cherry.
And when I met that man, the one who raped me, I was awfully glad I wasn't a virgin.
Anyway, I went down to the beach, as we call the sandy land that surrounds the lake, and I got undressed, and went into the water.
The water was warm, and still, and it felt glorious swimming in it, under the stars.
I sort of floated on my back, staring up at the sky. I could see the Big Dipper, and Orion, and there were other constellations which I couldn't name.
I was so preoccupied with staring at the stars, that I didn't notice the splash when someone else dove into the water.
It wouldn't have upset me. It was too dark to make out who was on the beach anyway, and I wouldn't have expected anyone I didn't know.
I didn't even get alarmed, when a big, hairy arm reached up out of the water, and pulled me under. I just held my breath, and assumed it was one of the kids from my crowd, who had decided to come down swimming and wanted to scare me.
I had my eyes closed, not that it would have made any difference. It was so dark, I wouldn't have been able to see under water.
I felt myself pressed into a big, strong hairy body. I got a little puzzled then, but not terribly worried. I didn't know anybody with a body that big and hairy, and since Andy had popped my cherry, I had had a very good and active sex life.
But it certainly wasn't a bad body. The chest was big, and the arms were very muscular. Whoever he was, he hadn't hurt me.
I could feel a monstrous cock between my legs, as I tread water. Then the man broke the surface, and I looked at him. I gasped with terror. I didn't know him at all.
He clampaed a hand over my mouth fast.
"One word out of you, and you'll be sorry," he said. His voice didn't sound mean, just, well, authoritative. I could feel my heart suddenly beating against my chest like a trip-hammer.
He removed the hand slowly. I didn't dare make a sound. Frankly, at that point, I don't think I could have made a sound anyway, I was so shocked.
I heard him grunt, and then felt his cock, that huge cock, pressed at the entrance to my hole.
I gasped as he shoved it in. My pussy had never been so full in my life. I thought he was going to split me in two.
My legs kicked in the water, and his hands reached behind me, and cupped my ass cheeks. He pressed my muff into him. I thought his cock had traveled up through my body into my throat, as he shoved it all the way in.
I kept my arms around his neck, where I had put them when he broke water. He grunted, and started to push in and out of me with his cock.
The sensation was incredible. I could hear my breathing coming in shallow gasps, as he pistoned his cock in and out of me. It was the biggest cock I had ever felt in my cunt.
My pussy walls spread wide each time he shoved inward, and when he pulled his cock out until only the tip of it was stretching my pussy, the rest of my cunt quivered with a growing pleasure.
My pussy juices started to flow heavily. I could feel them seeping out around the thick pole which had rammed into my hot hole, and drifted away in slimy tendrils in the still water.
I had never been fucked in the water before either, and the sensation was weird, but fabulous. I wrapped my legs around the man's muscular waist, as he lunged into me over and over again.
The heat from his cock permeated my cunt, and raised my lustful temperature higher and higher.
His thick wiry pubic hairs ground into my rapidly swelling pussy lips. They made harsh contact with my clitoris and inflamed it. My little love button sent flaming little shards of hot ecstasy coursing through me as the man kept plunging into me.
He kept fucking me until I felt an orgasm starting to rumble through me. My body tensed in the water, which lapped around us in undulating waves, sexily, as the man humped me with increasing fury.
Then I felt the convulsions in my cunt, and I got lost in the delicious throes of a wild orgasm.
I guess the intensity of the orgasm had to do with the fact that I was being raped by a stranger, in a strange way. Anyway, it was the wildest orgasm I had ever had.
His cock swelled in. my cunt, and the throbbing got stronger and stronger, and then I felt him release a load of his gism into me. It poured out of his piss slit in thick, warm masses, and mixed with my pussy cream, and poured out of me.
I tightened the grip I had around his waist, and around his neck, as his powerful hips pumped back and forth. He reamed me out wildly, until my orgasm peaked and then started to fade away.
He plugged my hole, his cock head prying deeply into the teeming well of my lust, and I felt the last of his hot juices pouring into me. Then his cock was quiet in my cunt for awhile.
I could feel the thick shaft throbbing against my pulsing pussy walls. He tread water, until we came to the beach, and then, at the edge of the water he started to fuck me again.
I came wildly the second time, my legs still locked around his hard-humping waist.
He didn't say one word after warning me not to make a noise. The only thing I heard from him was his grunting and groaning, as he dipped his wick into me over and over again.
I never came so wildly in my life. His cock was so thick, and so hard and so hot that it really sent me sky-high, as my second orgasm washed over me.
Each time his thick prick, wet with the slime from my cunt descended, it would rub wetly against my clitoris, and cause it to twitch and tingle madly.
I thought I was going to pass out when my second orgasm rolled over me. I couldn't believe how intense the orgasm was.
He kept lunging into me, causing my body to bounce and rock lasciviously, as his hairy groin kept slamming into mine, until he started to come again.
His massive hairy balls kept slapping into my quivering ass cheeks. By now my hips had gone out of my rational control. They humped up into his down-thrusting loins with a life of their own.
I felt his come cream pouring into my cunt again. I shivered with the hot, obscene pleasure which possessed me, as he spewed wad after steaming wad of his scum into me.
His cock was like a battering ram as it plowed in and out of my cunt. Finally I got very light-headed, and I started to pass out.
I moaned loudly, and then I heard a scream behind me.
The man humping me cursed. I felt his body get stiff, as he shot the last of his wad, and then he pulled out of me.
I wanted to make him stay, but then I heard bare feet running across the ground, which was covered with coarse grass, and then I heard Sandra's voice.
"Adele! Adele!"
"Ohhh!" I moaned. I knew I was lying there, stark naked, which really didn't matter, but spread eagled, and feeling my juices, mixed with his gism, oozing out of my pussy, which still quivered with unsatiated lust.
Sandra knelt down beside me, and my eyes fluttered open. I really had passed out lightly from that last orgasm.
"Oh, Adele, you poor thing. You just lie there, and I'll get help."
Sandra rushed up to the dune, where I had laid my clothes and a towel. She came back with my towel and her own, and covered me, and then she ran screaming toward the highway to get help.
She had called my house, and my mother said I had gone swimming, so she had come down to join me.
She saw the strange man humping me. At first, she thought maybe I was fucking one of the boys, until she got closer and realized that the man didn't belong in our town. That's the trouble and the blessing of a small town.
You know who belongs and who doesn't. You can't get into trouble without someone interfering.
She had seen me sort of pass out from my last orgasm, and screamed, thinking the man was hurting me.
Now how can I tell everyone that I got raped an enjoyed it? The only thing wrong about the whole episode is that my boyfriends' cocks are no longer enough. I know their cocks will grow as they grow, but I keep remembering that man's huge prick plowing in and out of my cunt, and I cream all over again.
CONCLUSION
Adele didn't really need therapy. She had accepted the rape with good grace. I hastened to assure her that it was perfectly normal to enjoy rape, and the man certainly hadn't harmed her physically.
Her attitude with regard to the shock her parents and friends sustained was also good. There was no sense, as she aptly pointed out, in upsetting them more.
I did mention to the social worker that the skinny-dipping, far from hurting the children, was obviously good for them, and that they should not stop a time-honored tradition.
Adele's story of her very natural and easy passage from childhood to womanhood with Andy was clear proof of that.
The rapist was caught several months later in a town a few miles from Adele's town, and the police guard was removed from the beach.
I assume that the children are back to their old habits of skinny-dipping and learning sex from each other-the natural way.
CASE HISTORY SIX
Subject: Karen B. Age: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Karen came to me one day in the normal course of my business, as psychologist at a large metropolitan school.
I had hours there from one until three, where the children had free access to me, being able to make their own appointments to discuss their problems if they felt they couldn't discuss them with anyone else.
The principal of the school had set up the program in conjunction with the Department of Mental Health of the city, thinking it would help bridge a gap between the adult world, and the adolescent world of the youngsters who lived in this turbulent urban world.
I came to you, Doctor, because I don't know who else to come to. I think I'm either crazy, or I'm a bad girl.
My mother told me not to go near those kids, the Black Skull Gang. And for a long time I didn't. I didn't even talk to the girls who hung out with them, because they're supposed to be as mean and bad as the guys.
But there was this one guy who was a member of the Black Skulls, and he turned me on. He was in my history class.
He used to always make smart-assed remarks. They weren't mean remarks. He wasn't like Artie, the gang leader, who was in my geometry class. He used to call the poor geometry teacher, Miss Quigley, a dried-up old maid, and then he used to tell her, right out loud in front of the class that he was going to get his men to gang bang her, and maybe that would loosen her up a little.
Miss Quigley's a dear sweet lady. She lives with her invalid mother, and takes good care of her, and she's so gentle and sweet. You can always go to Miss Quigley after class if you have a problem, and she doesn't care how long it takes, she'll help you with it and she never loses her patience.
And Miss Quigley never talked bad to Artie, or made nasty remarks about him, the way some of the other teachers did. She was as gentle and sweet with him as she was with all the other students.
But every time Artie would threaten to have Miss Quigley gang-banged, she'd get very white in the face, and her eyes would tear up, and then her under lip would quiver.
Then she would bite it, and say, after a pause, "Very well, shall we go on with the lesson, Arthur?"
She never called anyone by their nicknames, and she never raised her voice.
Anyway, this guy, Carl, wasn't smart-assed like that. He used to make remarks about the lesson, and they were very funny, and even the teacher would laugh.
The teacher, Mr. Melton, always called him smart-ass, and when he made the wise cracks, Mr. Melton would then ask him a tough question, and Carl always knew the answer.
He's sort of medium height, and very muscular. He's into Judo and Karate, and he even teaches it a couple of nights a week at the school in town. And he has dark blond hair, and very large brown eyes. I always loved staring at his eyes. It felt like I could fall in them and drown.
Anyway, I always had this mad crush on him. Of course most of the girls in school had mad crushes on at least one or two of the gang. It didn't matter that they were very wild, they were still awful good-looking, and tough, sort of.
One of the girls came in after a weekend date with one of them, and she told about being gang-banged by about six of them.
They tied her to a table in a basement, and then they took turns fucking her.
She became one of their girls, and could wear their emblem on her jacket.
I always thought the guys were real exciting, and wondered why the so-called normal nice guys in school weren't as exciting as the gang members were.
Most of them, as a matter-of-fact, are downright boring.
like, take Jimmy Doanes, for instance. He used to be my date. He was the only guy my mother and father would let me go out with. Well, he spent all the time talking about his father's hardware store, which he was going to take over when he graduated from high school, and his wife and his kids, like he was a ninety-year-old man, instead of a fifteen-year-old kid, and he really isn't that smart.
But the best I ever got from him was a goodnight kiss, with his mouth closed. What I wanted more than anything was to get my cherry popped. I didn't know the first thing about sex, much less have any experience.
Anyway, this particular Friday night, we were at the pizza parlor, where all the nice kids hung out, which meant it was nice and dull, and I was having an argument with Jimmy.
"I want sausages and mushrooms on it."
"Come on, Karen, I don't have that kind of money!"
"Oh, get off my back, Jimmy. You're just cheap."
"I want my pizza with everything on it."
"No!"
"All right, I'm leaving."
I got up and picked up my coat, and put it on.
"You can't leave! Not after I brought you here!"
"Goodbye!" I said.
I started to walk out the door. Jimmy ran after me, and grabbed me by the arm. He was mad.
"You made a date with me. The least you can do is keep it!"
I pulled away from him.
"I don't like you any more, Jimmy. I'm going home!"
I started to walk down the street. Now, the pizza parlor is in the neighborhood where the Black Skulls hung out, even if they didn't go into the place.
They drank, so they didn't need pizzas and Coke.
Girls weren't supposed to walk in that part of town by themselves, but I was seeing red, and I wasn't thinking.
I just kept walking. It was about half an hour's walk to my house. Jimmy and I had taken a bus down, but I was too mad to sit still. I didn't know what I was thinking of, walking in that neighborhood after dark, but I did it anyway.
I guess I was so mad, I was looking for trouble!
The next thing I knew, I felt a hand on my arm, detaining me, and I heard a familiar voice.
"Hey, where do you think you're going?"
I was still so mad, that I wasn't thinking, and I didn't quite see who had grabbed me by the arm. I yanked my arm away.
"I'm going home!" I hollered, and I kept right on walking.
Whoever it was, walked right beside me, keeping pace with me easily. I was walking so fast that it was close to a run, and I was starting to get winded.
"Want a ride?" the guy asked, as I came to a corner, where there was a big crowd gathered watching two guys fight. I recognized the black skulls on their jackets, and I backed away a little, nervous.
I looked up at the guy.
It was Carl! I backed away from him, my nervousness increasing.
"No, thank you," I said. I crossed the street, but Carl kept pace with me. I started to walk faster and faster, trying to get away from him.
He laughed, and grabbed my arm again.
"Hey, wait up! You're going to kill me if you keep walking that fast."
"Then get the hint, and go away!" I said. When I get scared, I get mad. I suppose it's my defense.
"Why? What did I do to you?" he asked, looking offended.
"You're a Black Skull, and no decent girl in her right mind would be seen dead with any of you!" I snorted.
I was very sorry I said that, mostly because it sounded as snotty as my parents who kept on telling me who I could go out with and who I couldn't be seen with, as if I were big cheese, or something like that.
I mean, if we're such great stuff, how come we're living in a ghetto with all these other people I'm not supposed to be seen with.
Then I felt bad because Carl really was a nice guy, even if he had a wild side. I mean, I had never seen his wild side. He was rough, and a smart-ass, and maybe he had to be rough to belong to the Black Skulls, but I never saw him pick on anyone, and I never heard him say anything mean.
I stopped, and turned to face him.
He was standing in the middle of the sidewalk, with his hands clenched at his sides. He looked mad. He also looked a little bit hurt.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I'm mad, and I'm taking it out on you. But I'm not supposed to be seen with you, anyway. Thank you for your offer, though."
I looked at him for a minute, and then I started to walk away. After awhile, he caught up with me.
"Well, if you're not supposed to be seen with me, I happen to know you're not supposed to be in this neighborhood. How come you're walking here."
So I told him. It all came pouring out; how I felt about my mother and father and their stupid snobbery, and how I felt about Jimmy Doanes, the cheap-skate who never even took me to a movie, and how my Friday night was spoiled, even if he was a bad date. At least he was a date!
Carl laughed.
"I'll take you to a movie," he said. "There's a good one at the drive-in."
I looked up at him, and I know my eyes were sparkling. That's another thing my parents do, Doctor. They censor every book I bring into the house, so I don't read the wrong things, and they censor every movie I go to see, and believe me, most of them I can't see!
Sometimes I feel like a positive retard!
And then, I know nothing about sex at all. My parents don't talk about it, my girlfriends are so hip I don't dare display my ignorance, hoping I'll learn something when they talk, but they always talk around the bush, and I can't find any books on it, even!
"No, I can't! What if Mom and Dad find out?"
"Then you'll be branded a bad girl."
"But they'll have me sent away. They said so!"
"No, they won't. They're just intimidating you."
I was really tempted, because I had such a crush on him, so when he grabbed my arm, and led me down a side street to this real fantastic, souped-up car, I got in without resisting.
Actually, I think I am sick. You see, when he put me in the car, I was pretending he was abducting me. I sat far away from him when he drove to the drive-in, which was on the edge of town.
We pulled in near the back where it was good and dark, which made me even more nervous.
I was beginning to wonder what kind of an idiot I was, to let him do this to me, even if I was pretending to be kidnapped by a big, bad Black Skull!
He kept looking at me out of the corner of his eyes, and grinning.
"Hey! Are you afraid of me?" he barked in a loud voice.
I squealed and jumped, he scared me so much.
"Oh, you are, huh? Why?" he asked.
I looked at him, at those big brown eyes, which were almost glowing in the dark, and I could have melted. I could feel my pussy creaming, and I didn't want it to happen.
"I don't know. Because you're bad," I said. I mean, how could I answer him?
"C'mere, babe!" he said, in this strange, husky voice.
He grabbed me, and pulled me against his hard, muscular chest.
"No, don't.. . ! " I started to protest, but before I knew it, his mouth was on mine, and he was kissing me.
And it wasn't a stingy Jimmy Doanes type kiss either. He had his mouth open, and his tongue pried in between my teeth. I could feel it flicking against the tip of my tongue.
It took my breath away. It was my first real kiss, and I loved it!
I sort of just went limp in his arms, and he kept on kissing me and kissing me, until I felt I was on a merry-go-round, and my head was all throbbing and dizzy.
I suddenly moaned against his mouth. It was hard to say then what I was feeling. I guess it was desire. No, lust! I was feeling lust, big, bad, dirty lust!
I felt all weak and hot inside, and my pants were soaking wet.
I don't know how he did it. As I said, he's awfully strong, but somehow he got one arm under my knees, and the other one around my shoulders, and he tossed me into the back seat of the car.
I knew what was supposed to come next. I may be slightly ignorant, but I'm no dummy.
He got into the back seat with me, and lay down on top of me. It took my breath away. I mean, he was so big, and strong, and demanding. He pulled my T-shirt off, while I was trying to press my hands against him, to get him off me.
And all the time, I didn't know why I was doing it, because I wanted him to do it. I wanted him to fuck me.
He laughed, when he started to take off my jeans, and I crossed my legs.
"Aha!" he growled. "So you want a little game of rape, huh?"
Well, I figured by then that he wasn't going to take no for an answer. No, I didn't figure it out then. I always knew it about him. I guess that's why the Black Skulls are so big and bad and scary to girls who haven't had their cherries popped.
I mean, they're sexy!
So he kept laughing, as he pulled off my jeans, and I kept kicking, and squealing. When he pulled off my bra and panties, and then started to take off his own clothes, all the time holding me down easily, I really got scared.
When I saw his cock, I thought I was going to die. I honestly didn't think they were that big.
"You'll kill me with that thing!" I screamed, as he spread my legs, still laughing, like it was a big game, or something, and then lay on top of me again.
I was panting like a cornered deer or something. But the strangest thing was, even the feelings of fear I had, had overtones of wild pleasure in them.
"I intend to kill you with it," he grunted. He pressed his huge cock against my virginal hole and his teeth gleamed in the dark with his broad smile.
He rubbed his cock head up and down over my swollen pussy meat.
"You're nice and wet and ready," he said. Then he put both his hands on my shoulders and lunged in hard.
Well, at first, it was awful. His cock was so big and stiff and hard that he plunged balls deep into my cunt on the first thrust.
The pain took my breath away. I felt my hymen ripping away from my pussy, and I felt the blood gush up and pour downward.
He was awful quiet for a minute, as he looked down at me. My legs somehow were all tangled up in his powerful, muscular ones.
I gasped, as I caught my breath, and the stinging sensation started to go away. I could feel my pussy stretching slightly to accommodate his huge, throbbing pecker.
I don't know how I imagined a cock would feel, but I didn't think it would feel like that. As the pain went away the sensations were wild and very, very pleasurable.
My body relaxed a little, and I closed my eyes, as he worked his arms under my sweating back, and pressed my tits against his powerful chest. I could feel the nipples puckering.
I guess he had meant what he said; that he was going to kill me with his cock, and it would serve me right for messing around with him.
INTERVIEW TWO
Since Karen's time was up and I had another young person waiting, I made an appointment for her for the next available date, so she could finish telling her story.
I guess I was telling you how I got my cherry popped by Carl. Well, there I was in the back seat of the car, totally unprepared for what had happened, but I started to enjoy it.
He moved his cock in and out of me real slow, and the sensations were better and wilder than the wildest fantasy I had ever had frigging myself. I couldn't believe that a cock could feel so good!
I could hear my breath coming in gasping shallow puffs, as his big body covered mine, and his huge peter nailed me to him.
The sensations got hotter and hotter in my cunt, and I started to feel the cream pouring out of me heavily. My pussy syrup coated his cock, and it moved in easier and easier, and all the discomfort vanished, leaving only a scintillating wild kind of ecstasy that I had never felt before.
I kept thinking to myself, I'm being fucked, I'm being fucked, and this crazy happiness sort of welled up in me, and made me cry. But it wasn't miserable tears, it was real, crazy happy tears.
I really did feel crazy. As Carl's cock pumped in and out of my tight pussy I felt a wild orgasm stirring deep in my gut. And I cried harder and harder because I got happier and happier.
I felt as if my whole body had emptied out. My bones had turned to jelly and my blood had all poured hotly into my cunt.
I felt the convulsions ripple through my pussy. That's where all my strength had gone. I could actually feel my pussy sucking at Carl's huge prick. The muscles gripped rhythmically at his hard-thrusting pecker, and the spasms got stronger and stronger, until my body which was all fiery and trembling, started to writhe wildly under his strong body.
For a minute, I thought I was going to float away, or explode, or do something absolutely crazy. I thought I was going out of my mind. His cock hammered in and out of me, and his thrusting motions got harder, and faster.
His balls slapped against my quivering humping ass, and they got wetter and more sticky, as my come cream poured out of me, and covered my ass cheeks.
As my orgasm peaked, I felt another fantastic sensation. I felt his come slit explode with his hot juices.
That made me squeal, and writhe even more. My body felt as if I had absolutely no control over it. The only thing that saved me from really panicking at the powerful sensations which had gripped me, was Carl's huge body pressed into mine, and his strong arms around my back, pressing me into his chest.
I could feel his heart pounding wildly against my tit, as he spewed load after load of hot, sticky man juice into my quivering cunt.
My orgasm started to ease up, and then a warm, sort of afterglow filled my body. I still felt weak and shaky, but I wouldn't have given up the way I felt at that moment for anything in the world.
My whole body felt as if it were made of jello. I thought I'd never stand and walk again, and I didn't care. I didn't care!
And the stupid thing is, I kept right on crying, and I couldn't help it! It just felt so good, and I didn't ever want Carl to leave me.
But he did. He shot the last of his wad into my cunt and then pulled out of me. His cock was still huge, and sticky-wet as it lay across my thigh, throbbing.
I was sobbing like a silly little girl who's been spanked or something.
He sat up, and then sat me up, and hugged me against his chest. I could feel all those delicious sticky juices pouring out of my cunt, and I didn't want to lose them. I kept squeezing my cunt tight, trying to hold them in, but I couldn't. They just poured out anyway, and got the back seat of the car all wet.
"Shh! Shhh!" Carl kept saying, as he rocked me. Finally I calmed down a little bit.
"Why didn't you tell me you were a virgin?" he asked, as if it were my fault.
"You didn't ask me!" I said, hiccupping because I had cried so hard.
"Well, you should have told me anyway!"
"I didn't want to!" I wailed, starting to cry again.
"Then why in hell are you crying?" he yelled at me, getting frustrated. "Because I'm so happy!" Then he just laughed.
He got some kleenex and wiped up the blood, and even helped me to get dressed.
He helped me crawl into the front seat. I didn't want to go, but he said he wanted to get me home before my mother called the police. She would have, too.
"Want a Coke?" he asked me.
I nodded. I didn't want to go. I wanted him to fuck me again.
We drove out of the drive-in, and headed back to the pizza parlor. I didn't even think when we went in, about the rest of the kids, but they sure saw me. "Are you hungry?"
I nodded. My pussy was tingling wildly, and I could feel the juices making it all mushy and wet again.
"How do you like your pizza?" he asked.
"With everything!" I said.
Well, you gotta believe! Carl bought a whole pizza with everything on it, and a large Coke!
I saw Jimmy Doanes glaring at me, and some of my other girlfriends staring at me as if I were peeing in public or something, but I didn't care. I just felt good, and I made a pig of myself on that pizza!
And Carl drove me home. He insisted on taking me straight to the front of the house, and he waited until I was in the door, and it was locked before he drove away.
He told me I was the first virgin he had ever had. I thought that made us kind of special, and frankly, when I went upstairs to my apartment, I was hoping he'd ask me out again, and wondering how I could sneak out for the dates.
I didn't think I wanted to be gang-banged or take part in riots or things like that, but I really was crazy about Carl.
My mother and father met me at the door with murder written all over their faces.
"Where were you!" my mother demanded.
It wasn't a question. They knew!
I didn't know how to answer them.
"Huh?" I said, like I was stupid or something.
"Jimmy Doanes called, and said you left him, and went with one of those Black Skull thugs."
Well, did my temper flare then!
"Oh, fuck Jimmy Doanes!" I screamed. "And fuck you, too! You and your imagine ideas about who I'm supposed to be seen with and you pick the lousiest cheapest boy in the world, who won't even spend enough money to buy me a large Coke! Carl is in my class, and he's smart, even if he is a Black Skull, and he bought a whole pizza for me with everything on it!"
I stormed into my room, leaving my parents white-faced and gaping at me in shock.
Well, my parents didn't hit me or anything, but they told me I was grounded till the end of the school year.
Carl did ask me out again, and even if I have to go home right after school, he still sneaks me to places where we can fuck, and he buys me little presents.
And a funny thing happened, too.
I told him Jimmy Doanes had tattled to my parents, and a couple of nights later Jimmy was attacked by some Black Skulls. They bloodied his nose and gave him two black eyes.
I have a funny feeling I know who did it, but I don't care. And I'm not asking any questions.
But I really feel like a bad girl, or maybe I am sick. Do you think I am? I mean, I'm turning into such an awful sneak!
CONCLUSION
Karen's story caused me no end of amusement, although I tried to hide it from her.
I counseled her to try to make some kind of working arrangement with her parents, to get out of the house, that their punishment really was excessive.
I did remind her that they might never think her way, but that she certainly wasn't sick or bad to enjoy sex; that I had some acquaintance with the Black Skulls, and they certainly weren't all bad. They were just coping with the stringent environment they lived in the best way they knew how.
Her description of Carl certainly didn't seem to me to warrant any alarm.
Karen seemed very happy with what I had told her. After a few sessions, I didn't see her any more, so I assume she worked out her own problems to her satisfaction.
Some months later, when I was talking with one of the Black Skulls, I was told that Karen and Carl had been doing fine and that even her parents were making an attempt to get to know him.
CASE HISTORY SEVEN
Subject: Nan W. Age: Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Nan was one of my private patients, whom I saw on a regular basis. The following are extracts from two of her sessions with me, following rape.
She is a delectable fourteen-year-old, unusually well developed for her age, and very aware, both socially and sexually.
She came in for her regular session quite animated.
Well, it finally happened. After sitting here for two years complaining about not being able to find someone to pop my cherry, I finally found someone. Or I should say, he found me.
I was raped, and if you breathe a word of it to Daddy, I'll do something awful to make you sorry! Because I loved every minute of it.
I know you've been telling me to wait, and I know that Mom and Dad started to send me to you when they caught me trying to seduce one of my father's business associates, but I don't care what you grown-ups say. I was going to get what I wanted, and I finally did.
Even after Mom and Dad caught me, as you know, I didn't quit trying to find someone who'd fuck me. But most of the men I met were just chicken, and I swear, half the boys in school didn't know what I was talking about.
Friday night, Mom and Dad had a party, and all the best people were there. As usual, I ate dinner with them, and then wandered around. There were a lot of good-looking men at the party, and some of them were real humpy.
Claire von Humbert, you know, the lady I told you about that I caught fucking Mr. Eustace's chauffeur in Daddy's library last Christmas, brought this tall, very dark, good-looking man, who was just scrumptious, and I was creaming in my panties.
I tried to single him out, and I was doing a darned good job. I got him as far as the Directoire chair which is by the marble telephone stand under the front stairs, and was actually sitting on his lap, when Lisa, the maid, caught me!
She put down her tray and grabbed me and brought me out to the kitchen and scolded me.
"And zat man, oh, mon Dieu!" she screamed at me, rolling her eyes in the back of her head.
"What's wrong with that man?"
"Heem? He is a, what you call, a gigelot!"
I giggled.
"Is not funny, ma petite. You are too young!"
"No, I'm not, Lisa! If I don't find someone to fuck pretty soon, I'm going to walk down some dark street, or out in the woods late at night and hope to be raped!"
"But to pick a man like zat, ooohh!"
"He's fair game. I saw Claire fucking Mr. Eustace's chauffeur at the Christmas party! If she can pick someone else's man, then I can!"
The gardener came in with fresh flowers, which he gave to Lisa. Lisa pointed at me.
"You take care of the little one, ehh? I weel be right back!"
She took the flowers to put them in vases, leaving me with John, the gardener. He's a little bit elegant-looking. Mother occasionally talks about his secret mis-spent past, but I can't get any more information out of her than that.
He's tall and dark-haired, and rather sexy-looking. He sat down at the kitchen table, where I was sulking.
"What's the matter? What did you do now?" he asked, grinning at me.
"Nothing!"
"Nothing! Nothing at all!" Lisa said, bustling out to the kitchen. "She was seeting on ze lap of Monsieur Randolph, that's what eez nothing!"
The gardener laughed, and I just sulked more.
"You go to bed, ma petite. I weel come up to tuck you in," Lisa said to me.
"Just remember what I said!" I exclaimed, thoroughly frustrated. "I'm going to get myself raped, and then you'll be sorry."
"Sacre bleu, what do I do weeth the leetle one!" she exclaimed. Lisa is really strict with me, but she's adorable. I really like her. I think she cares for me even more than my mother does.
Anyway, when she gets mad her French accent gets thicker and thicker, and she was getting so angry that I could barely understand her, even though she was trying to teach me to speak better French.
I went to my room, and Lisa came up to tuck me in, and then she left. I was burning with excitement. I couldn't sleep, so I got up and looked out the window. I saw several people walking on the lawn, and then I saw Mr. Randolph, Claire's latest male acquisition.
There's a porch which circles our house, and the window of my bedroom led right out onto the roof.
I threw a pair of jeans on over my shortie pajamas, and slipped out. I really wanted to get my hands on that sexy man.
I was creaming in my pants, as I slipped out the window. My heart was beating with the excitement which I felt.
I got down off the porch easily, and started to walk in the gardens. I walked in the direction in which I had seen Mr. Randolph.
After awhile, I heard these funny sounds behind a hedge. I peered over the hedge, and there was Mr. Randolph, with Mrs. Llewellyn!
The sight just made all my juices boil in my veins! Mr. Randolph's tuxedo trousers were down to his knees. His muscular ass rose and fell in a wild, sexy rhythm into Mrs. Llewellyn's pussy.
Her voile dress was up above her waist. Her legs were wrapped around his waist. I never thought you could fuck like that, but it looked interesting. Her ass was wiggling all over the place, and when Mr. Randolph's ass rose up in the air, I could see his cock appearing from Mrs. Llewellyn's hole, all gleaming and wet-looking.
I was disappointed, because I wanted to fuck him, and I started walking toward the greenhouses and potting sheds. My poor little pussy was just crying for some man meat.
All along the way I found other couples doing various things, and it just turned me on even more.
I decided at least to frig myself before I went back to my room. Maybe I wouldn't go back to my room at all. Maybe I'd just do what I said I was going to do. I'd go walking in the woods, and hope there was a stranger in them who would grab me and throw me to the ground, and just ram his cock into me.
I went into the potting shed. I like it. It's a nice big room, with all sorts of gardening utensils in there, and Mom and I go out there a lot to pot flowers and fix up cuttings, and it has chairs and a couch in it.
Because Mom goes out there a lot, John keeps the place clean, and it always smells of loam and earth.
I was trembling with frustration and sexual arousal. The shed was warm and dark and sexy with the smell of fresh earth and green things. At first, when I walked into the shed, I couldn't see anything, because it was so dark.
Then I got this prickly sensation in the back of my neck, as if there were someone in the room with me. I took a couple more steps into the room, not knowing what had made me so alert
I grunted, when I felt the body behind me. He came up fast, and put his hand over my mouth. His free arm went around my waist, and lifted me up, and the whole thing happened so fast I didn't even have time to react. The grunt was muffled by the rough hand around my mouth.
At first I got terribly excited because I thought it might be Mr. Randolph. As the man threw me on the couch, and fell on top of me, I realized that it couldn't be Mr. Randolph, because I had seen Mr. Randolph fucking Mrs. Llewellyn.
My heart was beating like a trip hammer. The man's hands ripped off my thin shortie top, and then I felt him fumbling with my jeans.
I was too shocked to struggle, and when I finally thought of struggling, I didn't want to. I wanted to be raped. I wanted to feel a hot male spear piercing my womanhood.
I moaned under the man's hand, as he ripped my jeans off, and then I felt his rough hand massaging my plump white pussy. I'm just beginning to grow a fine fuzz of hair, and I heard the man grunt, as his finger pried into my cunt cleft, and he started to rub my pink pussy lips.
He ran his hand all over my body. I felt his hand massaging my tits, first one and then the other.
My soft smooth skin was covered with goose bumps, as chills of pleasure rippled through me. I could hear his breathing getting harder and hotter, as his fingers kneaded my little nipples, and made them pucker.
I started to whimper as the hunger in me built. My pussy juices started to flow like a hot, turgid river.
The man's hand moved over my flat belly. My flesh quivered and jumped at his hot touch.
Sometimes, when I thought of getting myself raped, I sort of resigned myself to getting roughed up a little. I mean, I always thought rapists got off hitting girls before they fucked him, but this guy wasn't hurting me at all.
My pussy lips started to swell, spreading my cunt cleft. The man's hand moved down over my muff again, and I felt one of his finger pry into my tiny little hole.
He wiggled his finger around, and the hot syrup of my desire, flowed over his finger, as he twirled it around. I could feel my pussy muscles clenching around his finger.
He removed his hand from my muff, and then I heard the harsh rasping of metal on metal. The man pulled off his trousers, and then he lay on top of me again.
I felt him place his huge cock head at the entrance to my cunt. I just kept my eyes closed. I still didn't know who it was, and I didn't care. I didn't want to do anything to discourage him from raping me.
I wanted to feel his hot cock in my cunt.
He started to push inward, and at first, his cock was so big, that I thought he was going to rip me wide open. I whimpered a little, when I felt my pussy walls spread as his cock pushed into my tight little hole.
The pressure was incredible, and my whole body throbbed. At first it was uncomfortable, and .then it got better, as he pushed in farther and farther. I could feel the hardness and the hotness of his meat.
I tried to relax as he shoved his cock into me, but I guess I was just too stiff. It started to hurt worse. I clenched my teeth together, to keep from crying out, because I didn't want him to stop.
His cock head pressed against my cherry, and my body quivered as I felt the sharp pain.
I anxiously braced myself
He grunted, and then rammed his cock through my cherry. I felt the pain rip through me, felt the blood start to flow from my ruptured hymen. His cock pushed all the way in, until I felt his hairy, heavy balls tickling my ass cheeks.
His cock throbbed against my quivering pussy walls, as he started to move in me. He pulled his cock out until only the tip of it was lodged in my tight tunnel, and then he pushed it all the way in again.
The discomfort slowly faded, as my pussy walls stretched to accommodate his huge dork. As he pushed his cock in and out of me, the pleasure started to build, until it was stronger than the pain, which faded away.
My body relaxed. I felt myself getting all hot and shaky with the passion which started to ripple' through my gut. I felt as if I had a fever.
I bent my knees up, and that motion was a pleasant surprise. It opened my pussy meat wide open, and made it easier for the man's cock to slide in and out of my well-greased fuck chute.
I felt as if I couldn't catch my breath, as the man's huge prick pumped in and out of me, faster and faster. His breathing got harsher as he pumped his huge prick into me, and I started to hump my hips upward.
I could feel the hunger building in my body. I felt as if I wanted his whole body squirming around in my insatiable snatch.
His chest rubbed against my small, ripening boobs, and the nipples kept puckering and tingling with hot pleasure, as his smooth hot skin massaged the sensitive tit-flesh.
He took his hand off my mouth and I felt his hot mouth cover mine. His tongue snaked into my mouth, and ran all around the hot, moist inner flesh.
I sucked on his tongue, trying to draw it into my throat. I was hot and wild, as his peter slithered in and out of my quivering cunt.
Already I could feel the first rippling of an orgasm, which started deep in my cunt.
His humping got hotter and harder. I could feel his cock head prying deeply into my pussy, driving the excitement higher and higher, until I writhed and wriggled under him insanely.
He worked his hands under my back, and then I felt them moving down over my smooth flesh until his hands cupped my small firm buttocks.
He pushed my hips tightly into his hairy, hard-humping groin, and then his humping became wildly furious.
I could feel his cock swell in my cunt. I didn't think cocks were that big, but I no longer cared, because the sensations which took possession of me were so fantastic that I was beside myself with joy.
He pressed my hips against his hips, and his cock whipped in and out of me faster and faster. His body became hotter and hotter, and it was soaked with sweat, which fell down on my hot, sweaty body, and poured off me.
All the time, his tongue was fucking my mouth. I felt my pussy walls close in around his hard, hot prick, and then my cunt seemed to convulse.
My hips arched stiffly upward, as his cock lunged into me with a wild frenzy. My pussy muscles gripped rhythmically at his cock, with harder and harder spasms, as my orgasm peaked.
I squealed against his mouth, as I felt the orgasm ripple through me.
Then his cock exploded with a thick, copious mass of frothing, steaming come cream. I felt it pour into me, bloating me, filling me up. My wildly convulsing cunt spewed more and more pussy juices, which got mixed with his gism.
His balls which slapped harder and harder against my humping quivering ass cheeks, got very wet and sticky. They made wet slapping noises, as they slammed into my soft ass flesh.
The man grunted like a rutting pig against my mouth. His tongue pried deeply into my throat, as his cock poured its heavy load of juice into me.
He pumped gallons of the stuff into me, it felt like, and I just kept coming and coming, writhing and squealing noisily against his sweating, hard-humping body.
And then my body got all shaky and warm and weak, as I started to come down from the wild, beautiful orgasm I had experienced.
His body collapsed on top of mine. I threw my arms around his neck, and opened my eyes.
It was the gardener!
I just grinned at him, and let him fuck me again. He had a nice cock.
And now I was a woman. I had what I wanted.
INTERVIEW TWO
The following week, at her regular session, I wanted to pursue Nan's rape, to try to work through the emotional implications for the irrepressible girl, but she had another story to tell, which was just as arresting as her first story.
Remember how I told you I got raped, last week?
Well, it happened again this Friday. No, it wasn't John, this time. John and I have been fucking regularly since he popped my cherry. I can't do without sex. I'm surprised I just didn't shrivel up and die all those years I was waiting to have my cherry popped.
John had Friday and Saturday off, and Mother was giving another dinner party. After dinner, I had a glass of sherry, and talked with the guests, and then I went out to the kitchen.
There wasn't a single guy there that I could have made, even if I had wanted to. Lisa was busy fixing dessert, which was to be served on the terrace in about half an hour.
I kept getting under her feet, and finally she got annoyed with me, and told me to go out in the garden for awhile.
"All right, I'm going out to the garage. I'm going to get into the back seat of Daddy's Bentley and I'm going to frig myself blind I" I said to Lisa crossly.
"Very well," Lisa said, matter-of-factly. "Don't forget to bring your panties back. I would be very embarrassing if the chauffeur found them."
Mother always said that Lisa was worth her weight in gold because she knew how to handle me. I guess I'm growing up. When I was younger, I didn't know what Mother meant, but when Lisa answered me the way she did, it made me laugh, and I stopped being cross.
I went to the door, and Lisa asked, "Where are you going, Nan?"
"I told you!" I laughed at her. "I'm going out to Daddy's Bentley and take off all my clothes and masturbate."
Lisa clucked her tongue at me, and shook her head. I did want to frig myself. For two days I wouldn't have cock, and I wanted it badly.
For some perverse reason, I decided to do exactly what I said I was going to do. I decided it would be a fun trip. I mean, there was always the chance that I could get caught, and that excited me. Not that any of my parents' guests this particular Friday night were so sexually interesting.
They were legal colleagues of Daddy's, and they were all old, old, old! I suppose they were a nicer sort of people than the ones Mom and Dad had had the week before, but they weren't so exciting.
I went out to the garage, and peered into the darkness. Daddy had just hired a new chauffeur and made the old chauffeur the chief steward in the house, in charge of all the other servants.
I liked the old chauffeur, but the new one was much younger, and very good-looking. He was blond.
I got into Daddy's car, and took off all my clothes, and then I lay down, and started to fondle my body. I made a lot of noise, because I was feeling so excited, and really, kind of perverted. Really! Getting undressed in the garage to frig myself, when I had a perfectly good bed in my room where I could masturbate undisturbed.
I heard this low laugh. I gasped, and opened my eyes. The chauffeur was sitting in the front seat of the car, leering at me.
I was so excited that I didn't care.
"Well, don't just stand there leering at me. Fuck me! And what are you doing in the car anyway?"
He got out of the car, and then got into the back seat, and removed his clothes. He had a tall elegant figure.
"I was catching some shut-eye, waiting for your father to call to drive the Alwins home," he said. He lay down on top of me, and I moaned, and spread my legs, feeling my swollen pussy meat getting tickled by his hairy groin.
He moaned, and fondled my tits, and I felt his cock growing. I reached down and fondled it, savoring the feel of it in my hand.
Well, I guess you can't really call it rape, because I almost ordered the guy to do it.
But it felt like the same thing, because he was a stranger, who had sort of interrupted me, frigging myself.
He pushed his cock into my well-greased cunt. It was different from John's cock, and that added to my pleasure. Maybe if you have the same cock again and again, you start to take it for granted.
Anyway, I got terribly excited as I felt his monstrous prick plowing through my tunnel.
It was bigger, and longer than John's and the hot pleasurable pressure was intense, as I felt his huge shaft throbbing against my stretched tunnel.
I started to hump my hips upward, as he drove his cock into me over and over again.
The seat of the car was a sticky mess in no time at all, as my juices poured out of me.
This guy really knew how to fuck. His name is Roger. I ran my hands down over his lean, muscular back, and fondled his ass cheeks. I love doing that when I'm fucked. It makes the pleasure hotter, when I can feel the man's ass rise, drawing his cock out, and then fall as he pushed his cock back in.
Roger kept pistoning his cock in and out of me. He moved his hips in such a way that every time he slammed into me, his hairy groin rubbed into my pussy flesh, and tickled my clitoris.
I felt like a wild abandoned woman, and I guess that's what I've become, and I like the feeling. I don't want to give up sex, or even do without it for one single day.
Roger started to brace himself on his forearms, and then did a sort of push up. I looked down over my body, and my spread-eagled legs, and gasped, as I watched his cock, gleaming with my juices, appear and then disappear, as he slammed it harder and faster into my tight little cunny.
He was looking at the lewd joining of our bodies, too, as he pistoned in and out of me furiously.
I started to come. The sight of his cock spearing me was too much. I came wildly, my body humping up and down, sensuously like a snake. It was the most beautiful sight I ever saw in my life.
John had never fucked me like that. I even reached down to touch his long spear, as he pulled it out of my cunt, feeling the sticky wetness of my pussy cream.
I came wildly, as I felt him spew his hot juices into me. We fucked like that until Daddy called Roger to drive Judge Alwin and his wife home.
Roger is more clever than John, because after he came home, he climbed up onto the porch, and he fucked me in my room all night. I had a sore pussy the next day.
But I feel great, not being a silly virgin any more.
CONCLUSION
Nan's sexual development is normal. Actually, her rape is a moot point, since she had already evinced a desire for it in front of the gardener.
Men will be men, and he obliged her without any evident trauma.
The only thing I could do for the irrepressible Nan was caution some discretion.
The sex life of the adolescent is far more active than most adults want to acknowledge. They tend to block out that period of their development in their attempts to control their children.
In Nan's case, there is little or no harm done. She is still in my care, mostly for supportive therapy, to guide her through the turbulent years of her coming-of-age.
CASE HISTORY EIGHT
Subject: Winnie T. Age: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Winnie T. was sent to me by her worried mother, after she had been raped by one of the seasonal laborers that her father uses.
She said that she thought her daughter had become rather withdrawn, and had refused to talk to her about it.
Winnie was an exceptionally well-developed and extremely beautiful blonde. She was equally hesitant to discuss the matter with me, initially, but after some supportive encouragement on my part, she finally opened up.
It all happened one Friday afternoon. I was helping my father bale hay in the north field. The laborers were picking corn in the west field, and digging up the potatoes in the south field.
My father sent me to the barn to get the thresher.
It was a beautiful day, and I sort of sauntered. When I got to the barn, I lay down on a hay stack for awhile, watching the golden sunlight filtering in speckled golden shafts through the chinks in the barn siding.
It was like a magical day to me, and if an elf or a fairy princess had poked through the hay and told me I could have three wishes, I wouldn't have thought it was a dream at all.
I guess I lost track of the time. Maybe I even dozed for a moment, because the next thing I knew, I was startled awake by the almost physical sensation of a shadow lying across my body, blocking out the sun.
I sat up, and there was one of the hired hands, staring down at me.
His name was William. A lot of the hands we hire at harvest time come every year, so I know them. This man was new, and he always made me shiver. I didn't like him.
He had a way of looking at me that always made my skin crawl.
"What do you want?" I asked, getting a little bit scared.
"Your father sent me to look for you. He wants the thresher."
I started to get up, but William walked forward, and pushed me back onto the hay. He stood over me, his legs slightly spread apart.
I saw the bulge in his crotch, and tried to get up, wanting to get away from him. I may have been a virgin, but I was no dummy.
He pushed me back down and lay on top of me.
"And I want you," he added, his voice husky. His thick meat pressed into my jean-covered crotch. I struggled to get off his body, but he was stronger than I was.
"Let go of me!" I screamed.
He laughed, and his eyes glowed with lust.
"Yell all you want. The barn's too far away for anyone to hear."
He ripped my denim shirt off my back with one violent wrench. Then I started to cry, hoping that would dissuade him from his fell intent.
He just laughed more, as he coped easily with my wildly flailing body. He ripped off my jeans, and then started to caress my body roughly.
All my struggling was to no avail, and his hands moved lewdly over my flesh. I could feel my skin crawl at his touch, but at the same time, there were some very hot feelings coursing through me.
My nippies puckered as he caressed my tits, and tweaked my nipples, and my breathing started to get very labored.
I couldn't believe this was happening to me, on my own farm, in what I though was the security and safety of my own barn.
I slapped his face in a desperate effort to get him away from me, to turn him off. He just laughed.
With one of his big hands, he gripped my wrists together, and pushed them over my head, pinning them to the straw.
With his other hand, he removed his own jeans, and I saw his monstrous phallus pop to lewd life. His cock was huge and red, and there was s drop of pre-come gleaming at the tip of it.
Scared as I was, the sight of it turned me on. It was a funny sensation, being scared and wanting to get away from him, and at the same time being so enormously turned on by his prick and the fact that he was going to rape me.
His hand moved down over my muff, and he caressed it.
"I'm going to stick my prick in your sweet little pussy, and I'm going to make you come!" he said, his voice husky.
His dirty words caused my pussy juices to start to flow. I was embarrassed that I was getting turned on, and there was no way I could hide my arousal from him.
He laughed when his finger pried through my plump white outer lips, and he started to massage my inner pussy meat.
His finger dipped into my honey pot, and I could feel my pink sex flesh swell and throb with desire.
He spread my resisting legs with his hand, and then positioned himself between them. Still holding me tightly by my wrists.
His cock was aimed like a deadly spear at my virginal twat. I felt his cock pressing into my flesh, pushing against my never-opened hole, and my whole body stiffened.
And then his hips humped downward, and his cock lunged into my pussy. His first thrust was violent and his cock plunged into me brutally. I felt my pussy walls give way before the violent onslaught of his fleshy spear, as he pierced my womanhood deeply.
His cock head rammed against my hymen, and ruptured it. I could feel the blood pouring from the ripped membrane, mixing hotly with my juices, and pouring down my cunt.
The last thing I had wanted to do was to enjoy my violation, to surrender to this man's prick, but even as I felt the sharp pain of my defloration, I felt, too, the hot pleasure of his man meat stuffing my quim.
His body was now pressed on top of mine, his cock throbbing powerfully against my wounded pussy walls. I could feel his balls pressing against my quivering ass cheeks, the heavy hair on them tickling my sensitive ass flesh.
I moaned, as I felt his chest pressing into my tits, flattening them out. He started to move in me. He pulled his huge, hard dork out to the tip and then pushed it in again.
At first his pumping in and out of my cunt was somewhat uncomfortable, but as my pussy walls relaxed, accommodating his huge peter more readily, the hot fucking became more and more pleasurable.
I got panicked as I felt myself surrendering to his fucking, and I started to struggle again.
He grunted, as my body writhed against his hard-humping torso. In my struggles, I arched my hips up, trying to knock him off me before I abandoned myself to the obscene act he was committing on me. All I did was embed his cock deeper into my cunt.
I felt my pussy meat swelling even more as his hairy loins ground into my muff with each stroke.
I decided to just lie still and let him get his rocks off. He kept swiveling his cock in and out of me, each thrust arousing more and more passion in the depths of my body.
His body became hotter and it was covered with sweat, as his hips rose and fell in a lascivious rhythm, as he dipped his wick into my honey pot over and over again.
My whole body felt as if it were on fire, and I started to tremble violently, and I started to cry again.
I was desperate for him to get it over with. "Hurry up and get it over with!" I screamed at him.
He only laughed at me.
"I told you I was going to make you come," he said, his voice guttural with the hot lust which consumed him.
My head tossed from side to side on the sweet fragrant straw as I tried to resist the incipient orgasm I could feel rippling in my belly. That would be, to me, the ultimate humiliation, to have an orgasm while I was being raped.
But I couldn't help it. It happened anyway.
He just kept stroking my pussy meat with his cock, which was now slimy with my pussy juices, and the feeling of it rubbing against my sensitive flesh got better and better.
There was no way I could stop the explosion of pleasure which coursed through me, as his cock pried deeply into my cunt.
I felt my cuntal walls close in around his cock. I felt the rippling turn into gentle spasms, and then my whole body seemed to convulse.
His humping became harder and fiercer as the hot sensations coursed through me, consuming my body, obliterating my reason. My body went out of control.
My pussy juices spewed in lavish, viscid streams out of my cunt, and trickled down my quivering ass, as I came violently.
I heard him grunt, and then his cock seemed to swell in my cunt, getting bigger.
Then I felt his gism pouring into me, adding to the heavy flow of my own juices. The sensation was indescribable.
I had often wondered, when I was frigging myself, what it would feel like to be fucked, and now I knew.
It was gorgeous!
My orgasm peaked, and my body humped up madly against his sweating, undulating body. My legs flew up in the air, as I exposed more of my pussy to his hard-thrusting groin, desperate to increase the hot sensations which had taken possession of my body.
He kept spewing heavy loads of his thick juice into me, as my pussy convulsed and my body thrashed insanely under his body. Even my ass-hole seemed to tingle with the pleasure which overcame me.
I had lost all my inhibitions, as I squealed and squirmed under his body. The orgasm started to fade away.
Unfortunately for me, it left me with a voracious appetite for more and more sex.
William shot the last of his load, emptying his balls into my quivering quim, and then his body relaxed on top of mine. I could feel his heart pounding violently against my tit.
My pussy muscles gripped at his cock. I bit my tongue to refrain from begging him for more, but I couldn't deceive him.
He laughed at me, mockingly, and his great spear started to move in and out of my cunt again.
While I still possessed a shred of my reasoning, I tried to resist him. This time, though, I didn't have to worry about it, because my father came into the barn, and caught William fucking me.
It was obvious that he had deflowered me, when, with a great bellow of rage and anguish he tore the man off my body. I was covered with blood, and so was his erect cock.
My father almost took a knife to his cock, but my brother, who had come in after him, stopped it.
I just lay curled up, mortally ashamed of my wanton surrender to the rapist, and cried. I can't talk about it to my mother. She's no sexual prude, but how can I tell her that I enjoyed it, that I surrendered to the man's cock?
I think she would be shocked and horrified.
I think that's why she sent me to you.
I have something else to confess, though. You see, after they booked William for rape, and he got out on bail, he came back.
I really feel guilty about this.
He came back the following night. I saw him lurking in back of the house, when I went out to feed the chickens just after supper.
I saw him, and I didn't say anything. When I had finished my chore, I watched him, walking across the field to the barn.
I followed him. I couldn't believe I was doing it.
I walked into the fragrant darkness of the barn. I could hear his breathing, before I ever saw him.
He came up to me and grabbed me, and this time there was no need to use force.
I had to have him, I had to! I had to experience that incredible bliss all over again, and there was no one else I could think of to whom I could go and seek the relief I so desperately needed.
He pushed me down onto the hay, and pulled off my clothes, while I, breathing heavily, struggled with his clothes.
I spread my legs willingly for him this time, and felt his huge, hot prick plow through my tight tunnel.
I came almost instantly, I was so hungry for his cock. He fucked me for a long time.
The next night, he didn't come, although I waited for him, and I wept as if I were heart-broken.
Well, that's the whole story, Doctor, and I don't know what to do.
My pussy aches all the time, and the hunger is driving me to distraction.
What should I do?
CONCLUSION
For all her cool factual knowledge about sex, Winnie was totally unprepared for the powerful emotional reaction she experienced when she was raped.
This could be a failing among a lot of farm people. The people assume that their children, who know the technical aspects of sex by necessity, won't have any trouble with it.
This is not true.
Man, un-like animals, takes sex personally, and that means there is some emotional involvement, no matter how crude or violent the act.
It took a few sessions of intensive counseling to reconcile Winnie to her awakened sexual nature, and to assure her, finally, that she was perfectly normal to feel the way she did about sex.
GENERAL CONCLUSION
As these case histories show, there is considerable ambivalence with regard to sex. It is as frequently accompanied by enormous pleasure as it is with pain.
I would estimate that fully half the patients I have had who have had the experience of rape, have enjoyed it, and many of them have been awakened sexually by it.
Lorene is a singular case in point. What
Lorene did was very valuable psychologically.
When she raped her boyfriend, in retaliation for his raping her, she was role-playing. Her insights into the problems a man might have sexually with the act itself, or with a particular partner are very valuable for her in terms of her sexual life.
It will make her a more valuable partner to any man she has a relationship with.
Lorene's case was one of my earlier cases, when I was studying the effects of rape. I have since used the role-playing technique to get my patients to come to terms with the sex act itself, and with the feelings they had about rape, if they have experienced it.
It has proved to be an invaluable device for teaching people that it is not perverted or abnormal to enjoy sex, in whatever form it comes.
The old adage which says, "If rape is inevitable, relax and enjoy it," is an important one to teach young girls.
The very enjoyment will prevent bodily harm, and minimize the effects of the trauma.
Nowadays, children are more "hip," as they say, and they seem to take such experiences, which are increasing, in stride.
