This text is a collection of case histories about the first sexual experiences of young boys and girls. It covers their individual stories about it. It delves into their feelings and attitudes. The stories are transcripts of taped interviews and are in their own words.
Amy B. Fourteen, a sweet girl, finding love in the arms of her young boy friend. Even though she had almost gone all the way, he was her first.
Yvette R. Thirteen, a very precocious girl who actually seduced her English professor into making love to her. She gets him to a motel and he satisfies her needs completely.
Bob E. Fourteen, working in his uncle's grocery store. Bob meets up with a horny older woman who seduces him and shows him how great sex can be when he delivers her groceries.
Shelly M. Fifteen, pretty, but rejected from the cheerleading team, Shelly lets a stranger take her for a ride. She learns about sex in his car in a lonely clearing.
Taffy P. Thirteen, Taffy is a tease, and when boredom sets in during a visit from her older cousin, she flirts with him, culminating in a visit to his motel room.
Timmy R. Twelve, he wasn't supposed to be at the party, but when he watched his older brother's friends screwing on the bed, he gets himself into a situation that is highly instructive. His teacher is a lovely seventeen year old.
Betty B. Fourteen, from a wealthy family, Betty never spent much time with her peer group. One summer she met the son of her parents' friends. He was nineteen and knew everything that she wanted to know.
Donna D. Fifteen, a girl who elects to cooperate and encourage a strange man who accosts her. She was curious and very practical.
CASE HISTORY ONE
Subject: Amy B. Age: Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Amy is a shy girl of fourteen, with brown hair and lovely, large hazel eyes and at first, she was so intimidated that she spoke only in a whisper, but by the second interview, she was able to be more direct.
This girl is typical of what teenage girls are expected to look like. Her hair is long and waves over her shoulders. Her eyes are bright and she looks as though she is constantly practicing some cheering routine in her head. She is bright, sensitive and very endearing.
Well, doctor, I really don't know where to begin. I guess it started a few months ago, when I first met Don. He was in one of my classes, and I found out that I couldn't pay attention when he was sitting next to me. He's really good-looking.
I don't know why he took the class, but he seemed good in the subject. It was biology, and I figured that he was a sophomore, like I was. But he looked so great that I couldn't believe that he was my age.
As it turned out, when I got to know him a little, he was there because he decided to change his courses, and hadn't taken it the last year that he ,was there. He was a junior and he decided that he wanted to go to college after all. He wants to become a doctor.
Anyway, when he would sit next to me, I would think about him, and what he did. I wanted to say something to him, but I didn't know what to say. Before I found out that he was a junior, I almost said something stupid like asking him how come he was so late taking biology. I'm glad that I shut up.
It was about the third week that he had been in the class, and most of the time he sat next to me. I was beginning to think that maybe he liked me, but it was not something that I was sure of. My girlfriend told me that he would look at me when I wasn't looking, but I couldn't be sure.
Anyway, this time, he sat next to me. I was wearing my pink blouse, with the pretty painted buttons, my mother got it for me one birthday. I love it. It makes me feel so special, it's really pretty.
He leaned over to me and I could see that he was looking right at my chest when he said it. He was looking right through the blouse, and talking to me.
"That's the prettiest thing that I've seen. You dress very nicely."
I was a little shocked at first, but I smiled and thanked him for the nice compliment. I didn't want to say anything too much. I didn't want to scare him. I don't always wear this kind of thing to school, but my mother doesn't like me wearing only torn jeans and that kind of thing.
"Uh, I know that you know my name is Chuck, but I just wanted to say hello."
"Hi. I guess you know that my name is Amy. Hi, Chuck."
Then the both of us laughed for a while. Some of the other kids looked at us, since the teacher had already walked into the room, and everybody had stopped talking and I giggled into my hand and tried to be serious, when all I wanted to do was to keep on laughing.
The class took forever, and finally, when the bell rang, I turned to Chuck. He smiled and he looked so handsome to me. I couldn't help giggling when I looked at him. He walked to the door with me, and I didn't know what to say. I liked him. And I didn't want him to think that I didn't.
I felt very pretty in the blouse and skirt that I was wearing. I had to go to my next class, and I didn't want to leave him. He wasn't in any of my other classes and I couldn't see him till the next day.
"See you tomorrow, Chuck."
"Yeah, sure."
He seemed a little upset and he walked away from me. I didn't know what was wrong, but I didn't know what to do about it, either. I just smiled after him, but then I felt miserable. The wonderful, happy feeling that I had all during biology, with him sitting next to me was gone.
The rest of the day was really a waste. I couldn't concentrate on any of the things that the teachers were saying, and I didn't really care what they were saying, anyway.
But then, at lunch. I saw Chuck in the corner of the cafeteria. Now, the cafeteria is a big place and I had to walk really fast to get, there since I didn't want him to leave before I got there, but I finally made it.
I just told my girlfriends that I might not have lunch with them before I walked away. I had to see him. He was making me unhappy. I figured that I had hurt him for something like that.
I walked right up to him and stood next to him. He looked up, but he didn't smile. He looked confused, to tell the truth.
"I can't find any of my friends to have lunch, and I was walking by."
He just kept looking at me, and I felt awful telling a lie like that. He didn't look too happy either. So, I just took the chance and told him the truth.
"I saw you and I wanted to have lunch with you. Am I disturbing you?"
"Oh, no, Amy. Come on, sit down. You got your lunch?"
"Yes, I do. Thanks."
He started to smile and then I smiled and pretty soon, we were giggling again. We weren't saying anything funny at all. It was funny that we started laughing and kept laughing all during lunch. But I had a lot of fun and I wanted to see more of him. But then, as I started to go, he asked me.
"You do anything after school?"
"Oh, sometimes. It depends. I won't be doing anything today."
"Good. How about going for a soda, or just to talk?"
"Yeah, I'd like that."
That's how it all started, doctor. I met him after school, and we just walked for a long time. It was still kind of warm, since the summer hadn't gone away completely. The colder weather hadn't set in yet. It was nice, just walking along with him. We weren't even holding hands or anything like that.
But, then, as we turned up towards the hilly section, he took my hand and held it tight. I was thrilled and wanted to fall on the floor from excitement. I was thinking of who I could tell first when I got back home.
My girlfriend Melissa had a boyfriend then, and I was a little jealous. She wasn't the kind who threw it up to me, but I wanted a boy for my own. Nobody till then had asked me out like that. I didn't go to any dances with boys. I would go with my girlfriends, when my mother would let me.
But, when I was a freshman, it was kind of silly. The boys in my class were usually too young to know anything about girls, or to want to do anything about them. They just drank Coke and kidded around with each other. It was really dumb.
And not too many of the older guys wanted anything to do with a freshman. It was like going out with a stooge. A freshman is nowhere. It's like not being a real human being. Do you know what I mean?
But, anyway, there we were, walking all alone and Chuck took hold of my hand. I didn't do anything except let him hold it. I held on, myself, but not too tightly. I didn't want him to think that I was after him like that. I wanted him to make the move first.
The truth, doctor, is that I didn't know what to do. I had only been kissed once before, and that was when I was at someone's birthday party. We played some kissing game and one of the boys had to kiss me. I didn't like it that much then but now, I wanted Chuck to kiss me.
Even while I was hoping that he would kiss me, I wasn't sure if I should let him know all I knew about making a boy want it more by not giving it to him, and I didn't want to look easy. You know what I mean?
But I didn't have to do anything. Chuck held my hand without saying anything until we got to some rocks. Then he stopped and looked at me. J smiled, since I didn't know what else to j. My heart was pounding so loud, I swear that he must have heard it, too.
He pulled me down on one of the big rocks, and we sat there for a few minutes without saying anything. I didn't know what to say. I was beginning to think that he liked me, but I didn't want to say something silly.
Chuck looked all around and then he started to pull me close to him. I wanted to let him, but we hadn't even been on a date or anything like that. I started to pull back a little when he did it. He just stopped and looked at me.
"I like you, Amy. I really do."
He sounded so sincere that I didn't have the heart to stop him. I wanted him to kiss me, anyway. I hadn't had it but once and it wasn't that great, like I told you. Now, I wanted to feel his lips on mine.
This time, I bent forward, and he understood that I was consenting to the kiss, and I closed my eyes and he pulled me to him. He put his lips on mine and kissed me for a long time.
It wasn't anything like you might think. His lips were closed and so were mine, but it was like an electric shock going all through me. I mean it! I wanted to touch him or something, cause I just couldn't stand sitting there, not touching him or doing anything. It was driving me crazy.
So what I did was to put my hand on his. It was in his lap and without looking, I put my hand on his leg. I didn't know what to do. I did not want to pull it away, but I wanted to find his hand.
Then, I started to move my hand all around, trying to find his hand, and before I knew it, I had landed right between his legs! I wanted to cry with embarrassment. But, Chuck, he felt different. He was a little upset, I think, but he didn't show it. He just let me keep my hand there, and when I realized where I was, I grabbed my hand back.
I wanted to cry with shame, but he was still kissing me, and I didn't stop. Instead, he pulled my hand back onto his lap and when it went back to his thing, it was big. I was upset, not knowing what I would do.
If I grabbed my hand away, he would think that I didn't like him, but, I couldn't leave my hand there. That would make him think that I was easy. I wasn't like that.
But something else made me want to keep my hand there. I had never felt a boy's thing before. I mean I had heard about boy's cocks, but I had never touched one before.
And you know what else? I never even saw one. Not ever, before then. I was feeling something in my stomach and I wanted to keep touching him. I didn't feel anything that I would tell about, but I wanted to keep holding him.
What I felt under my hand was this lump kind of thing, and that was all. His pants felt very hard and there was this big thing there and I was fascinated, because I used to look at him in school and there was never any kind of thing between his legs then.
Chuck started kissing me harder and then he tried to push his tongue against my lips. I was getting a funny feeling all over, but I was scared, too. So I pulled away from him and got up. I walked a few feet away and then stopped. I didn't want him to think that I was upset about touching him, but I was scared about touching him.
"I'm sorry, Amy, really!"
He sounded so sorry, really, he did. He didn't come after me, and when I turned around, he was sitting there, looking away. He looked awful and I didn't want him to look that way. I went over to him and knelt down in front of him. He turned to me when I did and the look in his eyes was so cute.
"I'm not mad, Chuck. I just got a little scared, that's all. It was the first time for me."
"Yeah? You mean that?"
I nodded, because I couldn't talk. I felt this thumping in my heart and that feeling in my stomach getting in the way. I felt like I was going to faint right there. I didn't know what to do. So, I put my head down on his knee and rested it there. I thought I was going to pass out.
Chuck put his hand on my head, and stroked my hair. He was so gentle that I started to feel better. I could feel the beat of my heart and I was a little scared but there wasn't anything that I could do.
We stayed that way for a while, and when we finally got up, cause it was time to go home, there was something funny about me. When I got home I saw that there was something in my panties. I was wet with something, and I got a little scared.
INTERVIEW TWO
As I mentioned before, Amy was a bit shy on our first try, so she agreed to come back to try again. After the week's interval, she seemed to be in better control of herself and was eager to tell of what had happened.
She looked very happy when I saw her the second time, and we were able to accomplish all that I had hoped for.
Her words follow below.
Chuck walked me home that first day. We didn't talk much on he way, but he held my hand and I was beginning to think that I was falling in love with him. There was that feeling in my stomach. There wasn't anything that I could do about it, and it was driving me crazy.
When we got to my house, he kissed me on the lips very quickly, and walked away.
I floated up the steps to the house, and didn't talk to anyone all night. I was lost in a fog, to quote my mother. She kept trying to talk to me about some shopping trip that we were supposed to go on, and I kept nodding to her.
Finally, she just stopped trying to talk to me and went inside. I was glad. I wanted to be alone with my feelings for Chuck. He had kissed me, and I knew that he wanted me so badly. I didn't know what that meant, but I wanted it, too. I called my friend, Melissa, and she told me that it must be the real thing if I felt that way.
It was so new that I didn't really want to talk about it to anyone, even Melissa and I was glad that I didn't. I forgot about what a big mouth she was sometimes, and I wouldn't want Chuck to think that I was one of those silly girls.
The next day, he was more open about it. He smiled at me, really serious like, during the class and then, after class, he walked me to the door. He stopped before he left and asked me if I could have lunch. I was thrilled, even though I had to break a date with Melissa
I didn't really care who I broke a date with for Chuck. He was something like I had never experienced before. I met him in the cafeteria, and during lunch, we just looked at each other. I didn't see anyone else but him, and he didn't see anyone else but me.
That afternoon, he walked me home again, since I had to be home for that shopping trip with my mother. She peeked from behind the curtain to see who this boy was, but I didn't mind. I was proud of Chuck and I didn't care who knew about him. He was the boy I cared about.
Right then, we made plans for the weekend. I wanted to see him a lot, but there wasn't much time. Our schedules were different, since he was in a different class. I was so proud that he was a junior, and not a sophomore, like myself. He was a real man.
I couldn't wait for Friday. We were going to go to a movie. He was sixteen, and he was able to stay out till midnight, when it wasn't a school night. I was only allowed out till ten or so. But I had never been on a real date before and it was kind of exciting.
Friday dragged so much, but finally the day was over and I ran home to get ready for my date. I spent the afternoon in the bathroom, taking a bubble bath and fixing my hair. I had washed it two days before, but I figured that I better wash it again. I wanted everything to be just right. I tried on six or seven things before
I decided what I would wear. It had to be right.
The movie was silly, but we had fun being together. He held my hand and some time during the movie, he kissed me on the lips. But there was this one scene in the movie that drove me crazy. It was where the girl and boy are kissing and you could see that his tongue was in her mouth and all. I felt that strange feeling again and tried to watch the movie.
Later on though, I started thinking about that scene in the movie, and I wanted to kiss Chuck that way. We were almost at my house and I had to go soon, but I did want to try that kind of kiss with him.
We had only just done it a little before I got up and walked away. So, when he was saying goodnight to me, I grabbed him and kissed him the way I saw the girl in the picture do. He practically fell over.
He wasn't holding me, but when I pushed my tongue into his mouth, I thought that he could squeeze me to death! He grabbed me and was pushing his tongue back into my mouth, and then I felt something pressing against me from his front.
He had a hard-on. He told me what it was called later on. I just knew that it felt funny against me, but I liked the funny feeling. I liked that rock-hard thing against my belly. I put my arms around him and kissed him hard. We were in the shadows of the front porch, but I could hear my parents inside. Someone made some noise, and we stopped.
I was panting from the kiss and Chuck looked real upset. He was breathing hard and I didn't realize at first that he had his hand on my tit. I liked the feeling and especially when he squeezed it a little.
"Amy, I want to do it to you."
"What do you mean?"
"You know, do it. Go all the way, screw!"
"Chuck, how can you talk that way?"
"Oh, don't go getting mad. I know that you want it too. You were getting hot, too, and you can't say you weren't."
I don't like to lie, and I didn't want Chuck to think that I didn't want him.
"You're right, but I don't know anything about the other stuff. Do you?"
He looked down when he spoke and I couldn't see his face.
"Yeah, I know about it."
Well, we didn't talk about it anymore then, because my father came out on the porch, "just for a breath of fresh air." I was glad that we weren't doing anything. He was trying to catch us doing something, and we were only talking. But, Chuck and I knew that we were going to do it, when we got the place and the time.
We dated for the next couple of weeks, and each time we saw each other, it was harder to keep our hands to ourselves. Even I wanted to touch him. When I was alone in bed, at night, I thought all about what his cock could look like. It was something that I thought about almost all the time. I had felt it through his pants, but so far, I had never touched it outside.
One Saturday night, after the movies, we were both so hot that we kissed for two hours. I didn't want to let go of him, and he was trying not to touch me. But it wasn't any good. He had his hand on my breasts and I wanted them there. I was pressing against his cock through his pants.
But, even though we wanted to do it, there wasn't enough time, or anyplace to do it.
"Amy, we got to do it. We got to go someplace and do it. I'm going crazy!"
"I know, Chuck. I want it, too."
So we talked for a while, and decided that the first time that anyone of us could find a place that was free for a while, we would try it. You know, like maybe my mother would go out for the day, or his parents were going to be out for some time. Or just maybe in the woods. It was still a little warm.
Then, in the middle of the next week, Chuck got an idea. He told me that all we had to do was to find a place that was empty, and we could say that we were going to a movie. We didn't really have to. I wasn't that crazy about the idea, since I did not like to lie to my parents. If I went to a movie, that's what I told them and if that was what I told them, that's what I did.
"Well, tell them that we're going to a party, then."
I agreed with that, and then something great happened. Chuck's parents got an invitation to go out on Saturday night. It was some kind of reunion with Chuck's father's friends, and they would be out all night, practically.
"Yeah, every time they go out to one of these parties, they don't come home till four o'clock in the rooming."
I just didn't say anything to my parents. I said that we were going out and we would be home the same time. I had never been late since I started dating Chuck, so my folks didn't question it or give us a hard time. I felt a little guilty, but I forced myself to keep my mouth shut.
When Chuck picked me up, he was nervous. His eyes were bright and he looked very happy, even though he was scared, like me. Instead of going to the movie, we went directly to his house. I had never been there, and I wanted to look around, anyway.
It was very nice, and his mother was good about leaving him snacks. There was so much stuff in the refrigerator that I wasn't sure if they were coming back before a week's time.
"No, my folks are big on snacking. They're both' a little overweight and they spend their nights watching television and eating."
So, we sat down in the living room and turned on the television. It was strange. like being at home, but still being on a date. At first, I was a little nervous, and I didn't feel very thrilled. I mean that I didn't feel like doing anything just yet.
But then, Chuck put his arm around me and he pulled me against him. He kissed me and I felt a spark go through me. It was really wild, I mean it. The television was playing, but all I could hear was the noise in my head. I wanted to do all the things that I had been dreaming about, and no one was around.
Chuck was getting very hot, too. He was breathing hard, and his hands were grabbing at my tits. I liked the feeling that I got when he did that, and I wanted more of it. He let his hand slip to my leg and then he ran it up an down my thigh. I could feel my pussy getting very wet. It usually did when we were necking and petting. But, now, I was really wet.
We were on the couch, and Chuck slid on top of me. He was pressing his cock into me through our clothes, and I was more desperate to see him than ever. I wanted to feel him in my hand and rub it. I wanted to do everything to him and just never stop. He was getting really hot, too.
"Chuck, can I feel you? You know, take it out and rub it?"
"Oh, yeah, I want you to . "
He got up off me for a minute, and then quickly unzipped his pants. He took out his cock and I was so shocked that I gasped. It was huge! It was bigger than I would ever have imagined it would be, that it could be. It didn't look as though it could belong to him.
Well, what I mean is that it was so long and so thick. And it was hot and red, too. I put my hand out and touched it, and it felt as though it was on fire. Really! Chuck groaned when I touched it and then he held my hand there with his. He pressed my hand against his cock and then, a little bit of stuff came out the hole in the top.
I was fascinated by what I saw and how it felt and I just couldn't think of it way up inside me. I had an idea what happened, since I had already taken some courses in school, and Melissa had told me about what she did with her boyfriend, but I was kind of scared of it.
Then Chuck started kissing me over and over again, while I was touching him like that. The thing got harder in my hand and I felt as though it was made of steel. I was fascinated, because it was so big, and it never looked strange when I saw him on the street or anything.
Something was screaming at me from way inside. I wanted to feel him inside me and I didn't know how to say it to him. But, since we had come here to be alone, I figured that we would do everything that there was to do. I wanted to do that. All of it, doctor, everything.
Then I felt Chuck's hand under my skirt. I had worn one especially. I wanted to be able to get undressed quick, you know? He snuck his fingers up and then into my panties. He had never done that before, in all the time that we had been together. I liked the feeling, especially when he went into my panties and right into the slit in my pussy.
At that point, I think that I yelled a little bit. I wanted him to touch me and his fingers felt like lightning. I was so hot down below that every time his fingers touched me, I jumped.
We both knew that we couldn't stand it for very long, so little by little, we took off our clothes. He unbuttoned my blouse and then went behind me to unhook my bra. He pulled and my tits fell into, his hand. I yelled as he touched my bare skin. I loved the feeling.
Chuck pulled my blouse and my bra all the way off. I was lying on the couch with just my skirt and my panties on then. I wanted to be naked in front of him.
It was important to be naked in front of him. And I wanted to see his cock and his whole body naked, too.
Then I took off my skirt and only my panties were left. I lay there, watching Chuck taking his pants and his shirt off. He was breathing very hard now, and I was so thrilled. He was getting undressed very fast. I was waiting to see the rest of his body.
Chuck kicked off all his clothes and then he came towards me. I reached up for him as he came down on top of me, and his thick, hard cock stuck into my stomach. He moaned when he pressed it against me, and I did, too. I wanted to feel that big thing way inside me. I had to.
He started kissing me again, but it was so different without any clothes on. I felt like he had touched me with an electric shock. It was so very different and wild without any clothes on. He had his chest flattened up against my breasts and they felt good against the hair on his chest. I never realized that one person could have so much hair on his body. He was very hairy, and that was nice, too.
But neither of us wanted to wait any more. We were hot for each other. It was the time for it. I hadn't been with anybody else, but I guessed that he had been, since he said that he knew all about this kind of thing. Well, he pushed his finger down into my pussy, and I gasped from the feeling.
It was a strange feeling to have something inside of me. I mean, pushing and shoving into me. I was rubbing myself against his finger without realizing it, and Chuck smiled at me when I did it.
"You really want to get it, don't you?"
"Sure, I do. Don't you?"
Then he poked his finger into me deeper and deeper. I was being teased, and it was making me crazy. I wanted to feel his cock inside me. My pussy was so wet that I was a little embarrassed. I mean that I didn't know what was supposed to happen then, and I figured that maybe something was going wrong. I didn't want that, especially in front of Chuck.
But, before I could do anything about it, he moved his body and his cock started heading towards my pussy. I was excited and a little scared. But more excited than scared. The blunt tip of it was moving in between my lips and the feeling was something else. I felt it rubbing against that clit there and I wanted to yell from the good feeling.
The thick head was rubbing into the wetness of my pussy and I thought that I might come right then. I had been masturbating thinking about Chuck, but he had never done it for me. I had never even done it to him. We never had the privacy that we needed for that.
So there we were, him on top of me on the couch, and his cock getting closer to my vagina. I was a little scared now, I remember. I was getting scared, because he seemed too big to go into my cunt.
Then it was too late to do anything, because, Chuck started to push his cock down towards the hole. I was scared, but I was curious and excited, too. I waited until I felt him right there before I did anything else. Then, the feeling of the wetness all over the head of his cock pressing against my pussy, drove me wild. It was great.
"Oh, Chuck, you're so big, I don't know if it will go in."
"It will go in, Amy. I just have to push myself in. That's all."
What he said got me hotter, as I felt the thickness pushing me apart. I loved the feeling, but then, I didn't have any time to catch my breath. Chuck got very hot and he started pushing like crazy. He didn't stop for a minute. The thickness started pushing me apart, and I was waiting for it to hurt.
But it never did. He was pushing and I was rocking all around. I mean that the feeling was too much to take lying down. I wanted to feel him all the way up, and every time that he pushed into me, I got worse. There was this itch, that I can't explain any other way. I started feeling it worse when he was halfway in. I was pushing his bottom down, so that I would be pushed into him. I was trying to shove his cock into my pussy.
About halfway in, Chuck stopped and looked down at me. He was sweating a lot and his hands around me were a little wet. He was very excited. His face looked a little different.
"I'm gonna push it all the way in, Amy. I have to. I want to shove it all the way into you."
I just looked at him and then I put my hands on his backside and pressured him. He got even more excited, and before I could do anything else, Chuck grabbed me under my bottom and then drove the thick cock all the way in. He just started shoving and didn't stop.
All of a sudden, the rest of it went up, and I yelled that time. I was, well, I can't really explain it. I was kind of surprised. The feeling was so new to me. I had never felt it before and that was just too much.
I threw my legs over his ass and suddenly, I went wild. Now that he was inside me all the way, I just started thrashing all around, jumping and jerking. I started moving my body so that his cock was moving in and out of me fast. I was so hot and then I couldn't help what I was doing.
Right then, he yelled and I felt this blast of something hot, shooting all the way inside me.
"I can't help it. I'm coming! Amy, I'm coming!"
I started moving like crazy. I wasn't really even listening to him then. I was working on this feeling inside my pussy that was driving me crazy. I had to get it over with, and the stream of hot stuff was just the thing that did it.
The stuff was shooting into me, and as we both moved so fast, while it was happening, it started to come out and down my thighs. I was wet and even my ass-hole was getting wet with it.
I was jerking around and then it happened. I went wilder than before. I just threw myself up and all around and this fantastic feeling started inside me. I could not help it. I had to move and rock all around. I was scratching him and biting him without even realizing it. I was yelling and he was grunting. We were both kind of lost in it.
Chuck heaved his ass up for the last shot of come into me and I went beserk on the couch. I couldn't get enough of the wonderful feelings going all through me. He pulled me up tight to him, and I kissed him, pushing my tongue deep into his mouth. We stayed that way until all the feeling was gone for the both of us. We kept kissing without tongues.
I was so wet, but it felt great. We rested that way, and little by little, Chuck's cock started to get small. I was really interested to look at him that way. He sat back afterwards and let me look at him for a long time. But then, as I was touching his cock, it started to get big again and soon we were back at it. I loved it, every minute of it.
Chuck and I are still going out, and we like each other a lot. I never felt this way about a boy before and he says that he never liked a girl the way he-likes me. I believe him. Life is just fantastic now that we make love all the time. We always find the way. There are always ways when you want to do something.
My parents like him, and he-likes them. They sort of warn us about going together, saying that we're too young, and we can get hurt, but we just humor them when they say that. I think that I may love him. I won't ask him if he loves me. We really get it together when we make love.
CONCLUSION
Amy showed every sign of developing a very healthy attitude towards her body and her sex life. There was no regret in her voice or in her story. She enjoyed the first experience, and those afterwards have gotten better.
This was a case of a consent on the part of both parties. Chuck was young and wanted to make love to her. He was her friend as well as her lover. They did not merely meet and then copulate. There, then, was an emotional involvement as well as the physical.
Fortunately, for her, there was no unpleasant experience to overcome in order to enjoy her sex life. She does seem to attach her sexual happiness to the form of stable relationship. I doubt that this girl would become promiscu ous on any real level.
CASE HISTORY TWO
Subject: Yvette R. Age: Thirteen
INTERVIEW ONE
No one would guess that this attractive teenager is only thirteen years old, and a new freshman in high school. Her long sandy-colored hair is worn parted to one side and her finely chiseled profile belongs to a young woman, closer to twenty than to thirteen.
Her precociousness did not stop with her looks. Upon meeting her, I had no idea of the depth of her desires and her schemes to get what she wanted. In that area, Yvette is no child. She is an expert. She was very eager to talk about her first experience.
The interviews were consolidated because of the wealth of information that the girl was able to produce for us.
I must have been aware of sex all my life. No, really, I mean that. When I was very little, I used to play with my body. I enjoyed the feeling of excitement and then an orgasm. It felt good even then, though there was no comparison with the real thing.
My parents are older people, and they always gave me whatever it was that I wanted. But they also saw that I had things that were good for me. My mother taught me how to read when I was a little girl. I was reading before I went to school.
Of course my parents didn't know, but once in a while, I would pick up some of their private books. They kept them locked up, pretty much, but when I was very little, I guess they felt as though I wouldn't understand about it. They weren't that strict about keeping them away from me when I was very little.
Every now and then, I would grab a book, and one of them had pictures, and I spent most of the day looking at the pictures. I couldn't understand all the words, but then, some of them weren't in the dictionary.
Well, I remember the pictures. They were about a man doing something to a woman. She had her legs open and he had this big thing that was stuck almost into her. It was very silly to me then, but I couldn't get it out of my head. I didn't have the chance to get back to the book, because my mother found it and locked it away.
Well, I mentioned that to point out the fact that I've always been interested in sex. But not with all the little kids and the way they used to play with each other. Yes, sometimes, they would get together and the kids would touch each other. They would masturbate, you know what I mean.
I masturbated by myself, I liked to think of the pictures that I had seen in my parents books and I would make up stories in my head about it. I liked to read stories about love affairs, even when I was still in kindergarten. I went to a small school and I didn't advance until some bright person discovered that I could read at a much higher level, and I was skipped into the second grade.
Anyway, to get to the important stuff that you're interested in. I was just twelve when I started in high school. I was in some advanced classes since I had done some extra work during the summer. I was in sophomore
English, since I had done all the reading for the freshman course before I started high school.
The professor was really, something. I had my hooks set for him from the time that I met him in class. He is something else. He is about six feet tall and he is trim and good looking. He wears a beard, but keeps it well trimmed. He is sexy, in no uncertain terms. He is something else.
Well, I made up my mind that I wanted to go to bed with him. I had known what it was for a few years before that, but I hadn't had any desire to get into anything else like that. Again, I had read my parents books.
They had some wonderful marriage manuals and I enjoyed reading them. I got some pointers from them, but it seemed a little silly, since I didn't have any practical experience.
Anyway, I was getting tired of masturbating. Not too many of the boys dated me or even bothered with me, because I was more mature than the other girls in my class, and they were scared of me, I think. So, I was left pretty much to myself.
I don't have any brothers and sisters and I was used to being by myself, but I wanted to experience some real love. Real sex. I wasn't happy with the books and the stolen manuals for the explicit terms.
Then, when Peter came along, I decided that I had been a stupid virgin for long enough. It had to be taken care of, and Peter should be the one. He was gentle though firm, a really nice person. He turned me on a lot. I mean that. He is a sexy man, hand's down.
In September I made up my mind that I wanted him for my first lover. In all the books that I have read, they make such a big deal about the first lover, so I decided to go about it carefully. I wanted him and that was all there was to it.
I decided that I would have to get close to him before I could make any move to influence him. I had to find out if he was married, and if he had children. You see, I didn't care about all that. I wasn't in love with him, I just wanted him.
But the reason I wanted to know about him was what kind of life he lead. I had to know that to get involved with him. I wanted to know when I could see him. So then, I could plan for my time, too. My parents are still kind of strict with me, and I would have to make suitable plans to get around their surveillance.
I made every effort to be very brillaint in class. That was bound to get his attention. I didn't have to try that hard, though. He knew that I had been put into his class because I was advanced, and he would be watching me. That was a boon for me.
Well, the first day after I made up my mind, I looked at him very closely. He was really the one I wanted. I had to figure out a way to seduce him. Luckily, I was in a public school, where we weren't required to wear some horrid uniform. That wouldn't do at all.
No, now I made sure that I wore the nicest clothes. I wanted him to notice me, but I couldn't make it obvious to everyone else that I was trying to get him. That would have killed everything. Fortunately, he is married. That meant that there wouldn't be that many of the single schoolteachers trying for him. Not seriously.
That would have been a pain. Having to fight off the dumb teachers who had my marks in their hands would have been unpleasant, to say the least, had they found out about it.
I started with one of the classics that he was working on. We. were together in the class before the period started, and I thought it would be a perfect time. It couldn't be after class. There were too many people there as witnesses. I didn't want that.
I went up to him and excused myself for bothering him during his free time. He smiled and said that he enjoyed being interrupted by a student.
"Especially one as pretty and intelligent as you are."
"Why, thank you, Mr. G. That's quite a compliment coming from you."
I made sure that I was close to him, and that I almost poked my breasts in his face. As you can see, doctor, I have a rather mature figure for my age. I have been that way since I was about eleven and a half. It can be a handicap, but it does come in handly. Such as now.
I was wearing a jeans outfit, but not a sloppy one. I don't enjoy sloppy clothes. I think clothes were meant to make people look nicer, not worse. Some of the kids in school make themselves look worse than they have to. I don't understand it, but nonetheless, I don't practice it.
Anyway, he was looking, and I enjoyed the way he was looking. That meant that he was interested. It was nice to think that he was looking, even before I made a beeline for him. I wanted him to want me, too. But I was smart enough to know that I would have to do something to effect the relationship.
Most men in their late thirties and forties are frightened off by a girl in her beginning teens. Remember, when I came into his class, months ago, I was still twelve. That is babyhood, you must admit. A normal twelve year old, I will agree is just a child, but I am different.
I asked Mr. G. about the play that I was reading, and he seemed very impressed with my choice.
"I finished the novels on the list, Mr. G. and I was working my way through the plays. This one, by Chekov caught my attention and I started reading it. However, I am having just a bit of difficulty with it."
"Oh, what is that?"
I could see that he was very enthusiastic about my choice and about my going ahead. It was close to class time, and I knew that we would not have time to discuss the problem. However, that fit into my plans beautifully.
"I wanted to discuss the viability of one character in this scene, and the correct interpretation that is given to the character. I know that it might take some time, and I hesitated to ask you in the first place."
"Oh, you must not feel that way, Yvette. I'm delighted to help you."
"Yes, but this will take some time to discuss, and it's not even one of the plays that we'll be discussing this term. I feel as though I'm imposing."
He looked up at me and frowned.
"That is not the right attitude. Yvette, you couldn't know this, but it is a joy for a teacher to come across an honest student. One who loves to learn. That is so truly rare. It will be a pleasure to work with you."
"You don't mind the extra time? It will take away from your free time, I'm afraid."
"Now, don't you worry about that. I will be delighted to spend some afternoons or whatever time schedule that we can get up."
"Oh, thank you, Mr. G. You really are a conscientious person. I have known so many teachers who just don't want to take the time. Thanks."
He took the bait. We arranged to meet after school the following day to discuss the introduction to the problem. By the time that the arrangements had been made, I was sitting in my seat, working on some papers and no one was the wiser. It was working nicely.
The next day, I wore a very sporty outfit. I wanted to get to know him before I started fishing for an affair with him. I wore a skirt and a matching sweater over a pretty blouse. I looked close to twice my age, but that never bothered me. I learned to live with that.
I met him in the classroom after school. I bought my book and all my charm. He talked about Chekov and we discussed what I thought of him as a writer and an artist. That took more than an hour. I knew that this had been a good choice.
I made sure that I got in all my adult ideas. He was impressed no end. But, at four-fifteen, I told him that I had an appointment and asked if we could pick up some other time.
"Fine. I should be going, myself. What about tomorrow afternoon?"
It turned out that I saw him for almost two weeks without finishing the talk about Chekov. I made sure that I talked about all Russian art and literature. I got onto the topic of the dance and brought in the romantic and sexual connotations of dance.
We got into an argument about that, and I enjoyed watching his face become so animated. He was just the man I wanted for my first lover. Well, now was the time to get him out of the school atmosphere. I wanted him to be mine very soon.
I began to think of him each night. I would masturbate when I thought about him, wondering what kind of a body he had. I had not seen a man's body till then, and I was anxious. Now, I had seen pictures of that in the marriage manuals that my folks had, but not in the flesh, if you know what I mean.
All the time, I noticed that Andrew G. was getting closer to me each time that we met. Physically, he sat very far away from me the first time, but now, he was not as frightened of me, I think. But, just the same, I wanted to get closer to him right away.
"I love the ballet. But, there isn't anyone that I know who-likes it. I hate to go alone, but I intend to. I don't care. I love to watch it. Some of the movements can be so passionate."
"Oh, Yvette, that's too bad. Well, I enjoy it. Funny, my wife never-likes to go so, say, why don't we go together? You know, maybe a matinee on a Saturday?"
"Oh, Mr. G. That would be so very nice. I don't think you know how much I appreciate your intelligent conversation. It is a welcome addition to my life."
"You flatter me, Yvette."
"No, it's the truth."
What a good piece of luck. I had no idea that his wife didn't like the ballet, but it certainly helped that she didn't. That would mean a Saturday afternoon and we would be completely away from the school. Great.
Andrew got the tickets, and we arranged to meet by the music hall. I said that I could get there, but I might have some trouble getting home.
"Don't you worry, I have a car. I'll be happy to drive you. If you don't have to get home right away, maybe we could have some dinner."
I was thrilled, to be truthful. This was the perfect set up. I made sure that I dressed in a very adult fashion, in a dress and was early for the appointment. Andy came walking up to me, but not very steadily. I didn't know what was wrong until he actually spoke it to me.
"Yvette?"
"Hi, Mr. G."
"I wasn't sure that it was you. You look so, well, so different. So, grown up."
"I know. Sometimes, I feel like a misfit."
"Oh, why do you say that?"
"Just for that reason. I look older, I act older and my mind is older. Just my age is against me."
I smiled in spite of what I had just said, and tried to be brave in front of him. He was very sympathetic, but didn't agree with me.
"I don't think that's true."
"Yes, it is. Even our relationship shows that awful problem."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, we really have the relationship that friends do, but because of my age, you feel as though you had a to treat me differently. When all I want is to get to know you and appreciate your friendship."
He seemed distrubed by what I had said, but he denied it over and over again. I dropped the subject and we went into the matinee. The ballet was very good, and I watched without a pause. It was wonderful. We clapped and clapped when it came to an end, and it was still early enough to get some dinner.
We went to a small restaurant and got a back table. Andrew didn't look very comfortable, however, and he ordered a drink. He ordered a martini, and I figured that he was upset. It turned out that he was. He started talking after the second drink. Andy can drink, but he can't keep his countenance after he does.
"You see, the trouble, Yvette, is that I have started to think of you in a very different way. An awful way."
"Awful? Wouldn't that be up to me to decide that?"
He just looked at me, and then he started to speak again. He seemed very determined that he get this over with.
"You may have guessed it already. I know that I look at you more as a woman, instead of one of my young students. Your body sets me on fire, do you know that?"
I looked at him, and I was pleased. More than pleased, to be truthful. He was looking at my breasts when he spoke, and even though I knew that he was a bit intoxicated, I didn't mind that.
"Why is that terrible, Andrew? I've wanted you as a man."
He looked at me and there was an incredulous look in his eyes. He didn't seem to be hearing right. He didn't react very much, and I got scared for a minute. I wanted him to react, to want me. I didn't want him to be non-plussed.
For emphasis, I nudged his leg under the table. I wanted to thrust my hand into his crotch and give him some real action. Then he would know that I wasn't kidding and that I knew what I was talking about. But, instead, I just nudged his leg, resting my hand on his thigh briefly. , Almost instantly, he came to life. He started looking down my dress and he pushed back with his leg. He was close to me, and I enjoyed the sensation of him so very near. I wanted him on top of me, to tell the truth.
We had dinner and all the time, we were very close to each other. Somehow, after I started using his first name, there wasn't any problem about my being his young student. He treated me like a date. I loved it. I couldn't wait to get someplace to put my hands on him.
It was almost seven o'clock, and we were ready to leave the restaurant. We got to his car, and when we got inside, I sat very close to him. I was very excited by the time we got out of the city limits. I wanted to pull over and stop right away, but wasn't sure just how to do it. Then I thought about a motel.
"Andy, can we go someplace?"
"Sure, where do you want to go?"
"A motel!"
He maneuvered the car to a slower pace, and looked at me. He didn't believe me when I was talking earlier at dinner, and now he really took a look at me.
"A motel, Yvette?"
"Yes. Stop treating me like I'm crazy. I want you, that's all. Is that so very terrible?"
"No, of course not. I told you that I was looking at you very strangely, myself. I just wasn't ready to hear that!"
I knew that I had to do something, so I ran my fingers along his inner thigh and caressed his cock. It was semi-hard, so I knew that he was thinking about something such as I had suggested. I wanted him right then. I would fuck with him right on the road. Right there.
"You see what I mean? You're doing it to me, too."
It was the only thing I could think of to say just then, but it worked. He slowed the car, and then, without saying anything to me, he headed towards the sign for the next motel on the road.
I was tingling with excitement as we pulled into the parking lot in front of the motel. He looked at me then, and I mean looked. He took me in from head to toe and then he opened his door.
"Wait here. I'll be back in a minute."
I guessed that he was going to get the key, and I was thrilled, waiting for him. I was pleased that I didn't have to go inside the office, but then, I look so old, that no one guesses my real age. I mean no one at all.
Andrew was back in only a few moments, just as he had said, and he started the car. I was worried, not knowing why he was driving away. But before I could ask him anything, he swung back around to the other motel rooms. We stopped in front of number three and Andrew shut the motor. He seemed a little nervous, but he didn't speak.
I got out on my side and waited while he unlocked the door. It was getting dark, so he snapped on the light. It was just like I had seen in a movie once. The same layout. The double bed, and the partition that separates the room from the bathroom. It was pretty nice, actually, not sordid as many books depict. A bit drab here and there but not sordid.
When he closed the door in back of me, and chain-locked it, I kicked off my shoes and fell onto the bed. Andy just stood there for a while, but soon, he took his jacket off and sat down next to me. He put his hand out to me and I grabbed it. I put it against my breast and I could see the reaction on his face.
"Yvette, you have no idea how much I have wanted to do this. You're right. It was your age that was stopping me."
"I'm glad that you were able to overcome that. I want you."
"I've wanted to shove my cock inside you for all the time that I've known you. Sitting in that classroom after school was a terrible temptation for me."
I was thrilled to hear his words and encouraged him to talk some more. While he was telling me what he wanted to do to me, I started to undress him. I unbuttoned his shirt. I played with the hair on his chest, and before he knew it, I was unbuckling his belt.
When I got to his belt, I stopped. I wanted to undress myself. There was a flame building inside me that was different from the other times. I wanted him very much right then. Sure, I didn't actually know what I was experiencing, but I knew that I wanted it an awful lot. He was driving me crazy and I was going after that need.
I slipped my hand back and undid the zipper on my dress. While he continued talking, I slipped the dress from my shoulders and then to my waist. I had to shift myself to get it off, and then Andrew started to notice that we were getting more naked by the minute. He started to react, by helping me with the dress.
The touch of his fingers on my naked skin turned me on all the way. I knew that I wouldn't be satisfied until he smashed my cherry. I wanted him to make me a woman. I was tired of looking like one and not being one. He would solve that dilemma.
He pulled my bra off and my tits fell onto his hands. The nipples were already standing up and when he touched one of them, I almost screamed from the intense pleasure that I felt. I held his hand onto my tit and he got the message.
Andrew massaged my nipples with the fingers of both hands,, and I started to get more excited than I already was. I wanted to feel the main thrust right then. I did not want to wait.
So I plunged my hand into his open pants and grabbed hold of his cock. It was swollen and hard. I squeezed it and he moaned, frowning deeply as he did. He rubbed my tits harder and faster and I squeezed him more.
I had seen the pictures of what couples did, but not any real motion pictures. I had no idea how one got to that position or this. I only saw it after it had been accomplished. So I was at a loss to guide things. I would have to rely on Andrew for that.
Apparently, the manual prodding that I had given him was more than sufficient. He pulled his own pants off and helped me out of the rest of my clothing very quickly. Then he pulled me up onto the bed, so that I was lying there, with my legs spread just a bit open. I could feel the air on my pussy hair and it felt good to be naked in front of him.
Andrew looked down at me and smiled. He put his hand on my tits and then ran his fingers down over my flat stomach. He scratched his fingertips across my thighs and I thought that I would go crazy from the sensations he was producing.
"You're a beautiful creature, Yvette. What a fool I have been."
"Make up for it, then, Andy."
He looked down at me and smiled a bit wickedly. Without saying anything else, he pitched down on top of me and put his tongue into my pussy. I squirmed when he did that. I had seen pictures of that but I never knew what it could feel like.
He poked his tongue into my pussy over and over again hitting my clit. He was thrilling me more than I knew about. I never dreamed that such a feeling could exist. He pushed his tongue further down and I gasped as he thrust his tongue into my vagina. My body quivered as the slippery softness of his tongue thrilled me over and over again.
I wanted to reach up and grab hold of his cock, but he was too far from me to reach. I had to lie there, tortured by his licking and teasing. There was a need in me that I couldn't fight. The only thing that I could do was squirm around and moan louder each time that his tongue hit me.
I jerked my ass up in the air and almost threw Andrew off me. He grabbed onto my ass and forced his tongue into my pussy. There was nothing that I could do then and I was about to come. His tongue was doing such strange things to me. I had never heard of anyone licking like that. He was doing such wonderful things to me.
Then it happened! While he was licking me and sucking my clit, I started to come. I yelled and jerked my pussy into his mouth. My come was oozing all over his tongue, and he was drinking it up. What a fantastic experience!
But by the time I had finished with the come, he was just about to crawl on top of me. He was there, with his cock only an inch from the virgin opening when I looked iiito his eyes.
Till this time, I hadn't told him that I was a virgin. I didn't intend to now. There was no way that I would possibly jeopardize my chances with him. I hadn't begun to enjoy him the way that I wanted to.
I looked up at him and even though I was kind of exhausted and taken aback from the wild orgasm, I was ready for him. I wanted to feel him pushing into me. I put my hand on his back and pushed firmly. He got the massage and then I felt the first push against my pussy.
I was wet from the come that he gave me before and from the heat that was all through my body. My thighs were wet from the excitement that I felt and it helped wedge his thick cock head into my small pussy. Even though my body is adult-sized, my pussy is small. I don't know why, but it feels good.
Then, when his tip was inside me, I couldn't believe the feeling inside me. He was stretching my body immensely and I loved it. Each time he pushed into me, I felt the tight passage widening. It was fantastic, really.
Andrew was gripping my shoulders and thrusting his great thick cock into me. He hadn't yet hit my cherry. I didn't feel any pain, , but I was beginning to feel some discomfort. I didn't want to say anything about it, but then, suddenly, I felt a very sharp pain.
I yelled out in pain, and Andrew looked down at me. He stopped pushing and just looked at me. Then, the comprehension hit him. He stared at me and I thought that he might get mad. But, instead, a strange look came over him. He started to grin but it was sort of an evil grin.
"I just popped your cherry, didn't I?"
"That's right. Now, come on, fuck me."
"Oh, you bet I will! A real cherry. That's fantastic!"
After that, he started shoving harder into me and it was great. He was forcing that thick piece of meat inside me and I loved it. There wasn't any more pain, but the lubrication was getting better. He was stuffing that cock inside me and there wasn't anything that would stop him.
I began to move when he was all the way inside me. I felt his balls banging again at my ass and that was the most erotic thing that I could think of. I hadn't been able to see that in the pictures that I had looked at. Now I could feel the real thing.
That was when he really started to fuck me. He was forcing his cock in all the way and then pulling it out almost to the end. He rammed that thick thing back inside me over and over again. I was spread wider than I could have imagined and it felt wonderful. There was something inside me that wanted to burst. I felt something start to pound and itch.
Now I was moving all over that thick cock, gliding, forcing it inside me. Then I started to move my hips. Later on, Andrew said that I was grinding on his cock. He said that he loved it and wanted to do it all the time that we made love. But then when I was doing it, all I knew was that it felt great. Really fantastic.
Andrew changed his position and grabbed underneath my ass. He stuck his cock all the way in hard and fast and I gasped for air. The feeling was fantastic and I loved it, but it was so new. I wasn't used to having a big pole thrust into my pussy. That was something else.
Andrew was breathing hard and pushing into me and I figured that he might come. I hadn't ever seen a man come before, and I wanted to. But there wasn't any way that he was going to stop. Anyway, I was getting really hung up on his feeling inside me. It was something that I had felt but only in a very small way, compared to what was happening then.
I was forced to move all over that cock, making him scratch against me, grinding my pussy all over his cock. I couldn't stop. Something was forcing me to go on and then I realized that I was about to come again. I was going to make him wetter than he was now.
"Andrew, I think that I'm going to come. I'm coming."
"Go ahead. I'm right behind you."
I forgot everything except the cock inside me and the need that I felt then. I ground my hips all over and tried to satisfy the feeling inside me. Nothing else would do but to satisfy it. I wanted to come all over him.
Then, something hit me like a bolt of lightning. I felt something growing inside my body and then it flooded the warm, wet flesh all over his cock. I was coming. I jerked all over him and felt the fantastic feeling go through me. It was like a Fourth of July rocket exploding in my brain.
I was yelling and rocking all over the bed and then the wonderful feelings got more wonderful. I was working my ass up and down, forcing the best part out of him. He thrust into me harder and harder, and then he started yelling, too. He was slamming into me now.
"I can't stand it, Yvette. I'm going to shoot into you. I can't hold out."
After that, he just jerked around on top of me, and even though he was holding my ass cheeks, he seemed out of control of the situation. He was so excited as he came that he was yelling.
What he was shooting into me was wild. Some of it came out while he was pumping into me and my thighs and my ass were all wet with his come. It felt really great and very wicked, too. I liked that part of it. It was wicked.
When he finished shooting off, he just stopped moving. I was just about to finish then and I stopped a little later on. I couldn't help moving to get the most out of it. It had been the first fucking in my life and it was an important time for me.
After all, Doctor, it only happens to a person once in his or her life. I lay there with Andrew on top of me, thinking about how happy I was because he had done it for me. I didn't want anyone else to do it but him and I had had my wish.
Now we see each other kind of regularly. He was a bit upset later on, after the liquor wore off, but he was thrilled about having taken my cherry. We talked about it later on, after we did it again and he said that I had been the first one, well, the only cherry that he had ever had.
I know that I had to get him drunk and practically seduce him, but I'm glad that I finally succeeded in getting Andrew to be the one. I wanted him to fuck me so badly. It was really important to me for him to do it.
CONCLUSION
This subject shows clearly how the child seduced the adult. There was nothing haphazard about it. She planned it and made sure that it came to fruition. This girl is highly sexed and very involved with her sexuality. She had lead a life that was not typical in that she had access to books that most children could not read. However, being precocious, she had availed herself of the enjoyment of this literature in her very early years.
However, this type of youngster, though not as sophisticated as Yvette is not necessarily rare. Many children seduce adults, though the seduction may not be that real in terms of sexuality. She expressed her feelings through her body and her very matured desires.
Chances are that Yvette will lead a very satisfying sex life. She took the first step and was very positive about her role in the sex act. She is now still active and her initial experience has apparently encouraged her to experiment further. This we must list as a positive response.
CASE HISTORY THREE
Subject: Bob E. Age: Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
This young man is very attractive. The budding sexuality is very easy to detect when talking to him. Though not commenting on the experience that he has had, I can see easily why some woman would approach him. There is something in his behavior that suggests such an interest.
He has red hair and a robust complexion. His body is strong and firm. His manner is very manly and in some ways, flirtatious. He didn't show that much embarrassment at his experience and told of it freely.
His words follow below. We went into two interviews since the story was rather involved.
Now that I think about it, I never was very upset about all of it. I kind of enjoyed it, to tell the truth. But, really, honest, I didn't know what she was trying to do. I figured that she was just being friendly and that I should be polite.
You know how parents are always telling kids to be polite to their elders. Well, that's just what I figured that I would do. She was alone and I figured that she needed some help, too.
Last summer, I worked at the grocery store that my uncle owns. Sometimes, he would leave me alone when he had to go someplace, since he said that I did a terrific job for him.
This afternoon that I'm talking about, she came in. Uncle Tom had gone over to the bank to get something settled about some check and I was alone for about almost an hour. Not that many people came in, to tell the truth.
Well, I was behind the counter and she walked in. She was in a dress, I think. I didn't notice anything except that she had pretty legs. The skirt was short, I think, because I could see all the way up when she bent over to get something.
I was watching, all right. I figured that I could tell the guys later on when I saw them. She was pretty, too. She smiled and bought some things. But she wanted ten pounds of potatoes and she couldn't carry them.
"I'm wearing these little shoes and I won't be able to balance on them. See?"
She pulled her skirt up a little more and posed them. like in the pictures that you see in those magazines. I was kind of embarrassed, but kind of excited, too. I was getting hot watching what she was doing.
Now, even though I used to look at those magazines, and sometimes, I would jerk off, looking at them, I had never had a real girl. For anything. I didn't date girls then and I was just getting used to dancing with them, when we had a school dance.
I wanted to be nice to the lady, especially since she hadn't been in the store before. Uncle Tom is always telling me to be nice to new customers. If they came in once, maybe they'll come in again. That's the way to build a steady customer, he says.
"Gee, I could deliver them for you, ma'am."
"Oh, that would be very nice. I like nice people."
"I can't take them right now, because my uncle left me in charge of the place, but if you write down the address, I'll be pleased to deliver the groceries later on."
"That's very sweet of you. What's your name."
"Bob."
"Okay, Bob, here's the address. You can deliver them when you get a chance. I should be home very soon."
She bought a few more things and then I added them all up on the register. I felt nervous when she was looking at me, but I was real excited about taking care of her. It made me feel really grown up.
I looked at the paper she wrote her address on. It said Millie Black. No Mrs. or anything. She smiled and explained how I could get there. It was real close by, but she really couldn't carry anything that heavy.
"It's nice to have a strong young man like you to take care of that for me.
"Gee, I'd be real happy to do it for you, Mrs. Black."
"It's Millie, Bob. Just Millie. Okay?"
"Sure, Millie."
Then she left, and I watched her wiggle out of the store. She paid for the stuff and trusted me to bring it to her. I forgot to give her a receipt or anything. I was scared of what Uncle Tom would say, but I was too busy thinking about Millie to worry a lot about what he would say.
When he came back, I told him that a new lady customer had come in and that since she couldn't carry all the stuff, I offered to deliver for her. He was really pleased that I might have a new customer. He told me that I did a good job and to hurry and deliver the order.
I packed everything in a box and since it was close to my lunch hour, Uncle Tom felt real big about it.
"You take yourself an extra long lunch, Bob. You deserve it for the business-like way you acted."
Well, I was hungry, but I wanted to get that delivery attended to. I had packed all the stuff into a box and I put it into a wagon that Uncle Tom had for delivery. It is like a bike, with a big wooden box in front of it. I pedaled over to where the paper said it was and it really didn't take me very long.
I rang the doorbell when I got there, balancing the box on my knee. I really couldn't carry all of it at one time. When Millie opened the door, I was fit to be tied.
Doctor, she wasn't wearing anything except this silly thing that I could see clear through. I just stared at what she was showing me, and forgot to say why I was there.
"HI, Bob, come on in."
I walked into the doorway and I almost stumbled over her. I was carrying the box of groceries and I was looking at her instead of where I was going. She reached out for me and put her hand on my chest, sort of to steady me. I felt her long fingernails against my shirt and it felt kind of strange.
"Just put them in here, Bob."
She led me into the kitchen and I set the stuff down on the table. I just stood there, knowing that I should say goodbye and leave. I didn't want to wait for a tip or anything like that. That way, she would be a new customer for Uncle Tom's store.
Millie didn't have anything on her. I mean, she didn't have a pocketbook or a purse for a tip and I started to go out the kitchen back the way I had come.
"What are you hurrying away for?"
"Oh, nothing, I haven't had lunch yet, and I just thought that I would get to it."
"Oh, well, the least that I can do is make you a sandwich. Come on, sit down. I'll make you something quick."
I didn't say anything. I just sat down at the kitchen table and watched her as she went to the refrigerator and took out some stuff for a sandwich. While she was fixing it, she brought me a soda to drink. I thanked her and started drinking it.
Something told me that I really shouldn't be there. After all, she wasn't wearing anything much and maybe she had a husband who would come home soon. I knew that Uncle Tom wouldn't want me being there. It would be bad for the store, he would say.
I sneaked a look at her while she was milking the sandwich and it looked kind of funny for a lady to be cooking without hardly anything on at all. I mean, this thing was really just nothing. It was like a bathrobe, but it was frilly and I would see everything that she owned.
She had a nice body. She wasn't fast or anything like some old women, she was pretty and her legs were real nice. She was wearing some kind of slippers with a high hell and they made her legs look just great. Her tits were something else. They stood put with these big nipples. Suckers, the kids call them, sometimes.
Pretty soon she had the sandwich on the table, but I was too interested in watching her to eat. She sat down next to me and put her hand on my arm. She was feeling my muscles, and just the touch of her fingers on me made me feel funny.
I knew that I was getting kind of hot. My cock was getting big in my pants and I got that feeling I always get when I want to jerk off. It can't keep my hands off my cock when the time comes. I just got to open up and dig in there.
There was no way that I could jerk off. I felt embarrassed about it. If I got up, she would see my hard-on and I couldn't concentrate on anything with that thing between my legs standing up like that.
Well, I didn't have to say anything to Millie. She looked at me and smiled. Then she looked down at my pants. She laughed a little bit and I got scared. I figured that she was laughing at me. I didn't want her to laugh at me.
"You've got a nice hard-on."
I didn't know what to say, so I laughed a little, too. but before I could do anything, she put her hand in my lap and started touching me all over.
"I love to touch a nice hard-on. Your cock is nice, you know that, Bob? Real nice."
"Thanks, Millie."
"I sure would like to see it. What do you say?"
"Sure anything you want."
"Come here."
She pulled the chair over toward her and I helped turn the chair that way. She got down on her knees and came over right close to my cock. She unzipped my pants and then pulled out my prick. I was getting such a hard-on that I figured that I might blow right in her face.
I couldn't believe that this was happening to me. I had looked at those magazines for a long time, but I never figured that I would be sitting there with my cock in some doll's face.
She put her fingers all over it and she even ran her nails over my cock. It felt just great. I was so close to coming that I tried to think of something else while she played with my prick.
But, she started rubbing it hard, just like I do when I want to jerk off. I got nervous, figuring that I would come right then, and I didn't want to do that to her. I didn't want to get her all wet with my come.
"Hey, Millie, I might come if you do that."
"How cute. I bet you never had a woman before. Have a girlfriend?"
"Nope."
"How sweet."
She brought her face down to my cock and when she kissed my cock, I wanted to yell. She was really kissing my cock. She opened her lips and then took the very tip in her mouth. I was close to shooting off my load, but I was trying hard not to?
"Now come on, Bob, don't fight it. Just let it happen. I'll suck you off."
When she said that, I just let go. I sat back in the chair and she started pushing her mouth down over my cock. I was hard and very hot. She rolled her tongue all over my stiff prick. I was yelling then and there wasn't anything that I could do about it.
She started sucking all over my cock. She stuffed the head into her mouth, and was almost swallowing it. Right down like that. I watched her doing it and it was fantastic. She was eating my prick right there at the kitchen table.
Pretty soon, I couldn't do nothing but come. I felt the stuff about to shoot out of me and I started to force my cock against her mouth. She got kind of excited and started sucking harder and harder. Well, that did it. I just let go; I was humping up against her from the chair and then I started blasting my load into her mouth. She was gobbling up the hot come real fast. Nothing dripped down from her lips or anything. She was busy swallowing up my cock juice.
I yelled as I came, and she didn't let go once till all my come was in her mouth. Really great. I was panting from all the great feelings that she was giving me. I had never come like that before. I mean it was fantastic. You know what I mean?
All the time, I knew that I shouldn't be there, but I wanted to be there. I wanted her to be eating my cock. I loved every minute she was doing it. I lay back in the chair and just caught my breath for a few minutes.
INTERVIEW TWO
As I mentioned before, we ran out of time with Bob, so he agreed to come back and tell the balance of his experience. He was very blunt about the details and showed no guilt whatsoever. He seemed to have enjoyed what he did.
When I opened my eyes, I figured that she would be sitting on the other chair, but she wasn't. Millie was still stroking my cock and sometimes, she would lick it holding it in her hand. She was purring like and moving her ass around a little.
"You know something, Bob?"
"No, what, Millie?"
"You've got a great cock. It's awfully big for a young man your age. I love young cocks. Did you like what I did to you?"
"Yeah, sure. I loved it, Millie."
"Well, I'm sure that you want to help me get off, too. I was pretty hot while I sucked you off, you know."
"Yeah."
"Oh, sure, I get really turned on by sucking your cock. Feel for yourself."
Then she grabbed my hand and pushed it down to her pussy. She pushed my finger into her hole and it was all wet. Really wet. It felt funny. I had seen some pictures of cunts, but I had never felt one before.
She made me stick my finger into her a lot and she started getting hot all over again. She moaned and started moving her hips all around. Then she started pulling me down on top of her.
I almost lost my balance, but she helped me down onto the floor next to her. I mean that we were on the kitchen floor. She was pulling my cock toward her. I did not have a hard-on just then, but the feeling of her wet pussy wrapped all over my finger made me hot.
"Oh, that feels so good, Bobby. You want to make it feel good for me, don't you, honey?"
"Yeah, I do."
"How do you like my cunt."
"I love it."
"Why don't you rub it a little more. Then, when I get your cock up, you can shove it in there."
Well, just really thinking about getting laid, that was great. I never had a girl before and now this groovy broad was asking me to lay her. I was getting excited just thinking about it. My finger was in her pussy, reaming her like crazy. She wanted that, and I was giving it to her.
Pretty soon, she was working my dick up to a great fat hard-on again. I was real anxious to get my hands on her and to get my cock inside her. I ran my other hand over her tits. She pushed them toward me and I guessed that she wanted me to kiss and suck them. I had seen pictures like that.
I licked her tit and she moaned, jerking on my cock to make me hard faster. Then I put one of those great nipples in my mouth and sucked with all my might.
"Oh, Bobby, be gentle. A little bit, anyway. Don't suck it off."
"Sorry, Millie, I'm just hot for you, you know?"
"Yeah, that's why I love it so much."
She was jerking on my cock like crazy and I was big as I had been before. I can raise a hard-on pretty quick. Once I jerked off twice in a row all in ten minutes.
Anyway, I had my pants open, but that wasn't good for fucking her and she started to unbuckle my pants. She helped me pull them down since I had one hand in her pussy. My ass felt good when the cool air was drifting across it. It made my naked cock feel almost bigger than ever. I wanted to shove it into her right then.
She was caressing my ass and my balls, now, too. I was trying to act like I had it all the time, but she knew that she was driving me crazy. I think she liked it that way. She pulled my head back to her tits and I started sucking on her tit again.
It was a great feeling. I had my finger in her pussy, and she was beating my meat with both her hands. She let go of my ass to tickle my balls and my cock. She knew how to use her hands real well. I was getting so hot that I was thinking about coming in her hand while she jerked me off.
"Okay, Bob, I think we're ready for this. I want you to get on top of me."
I shifted my weight, and heaved on top of her. She opened her legs and I felt the wetness that had only been on my finger. Her pussy was open and spreading the stuff all over my legs and my balls. It felt just great.
"Now, just rub the tip of your dick into my pussy. Get the tip nice and wet with my juices."
I rubbed her pussy lips wide open with my prick and that felt like nothing I had felt before. She was slippery and it was just great. The creamy stuff all over my cock was great. I rubbed it harder and harder and she was squirming all around underneath me. I liked it a lot.
But I was getting pretty hot and she was, too. I wanted to try to stuff my cock in her hole. I wanted to push my cock all the way up into her. But I didn't want to do anything without asking her first.
"I really want to fuck you, Millie. Is it all right?"
"Oh, sweet baby, you bet it is."
"Can I do it now?"
"You just get the tip in the hole. Here, I'll help you."
She pushed her fingers down there and started pushing the tip of my dick into her pussy. Wow, the feeling of her fingers pressing on my slippery cock was just great. I loved it and I couldn't help moaning a little bit.
She laughed when I did that and kissed me.
"If you think that feels good, wait till you get your cock in my pussy."
Well, that was what I was trying to do, and I kept on trying. She moved the tip right into the opening and I was ready to stuff it all the way up. I was just waiting for her to get her hand away and I'd start in.
"There we are. Now, you push in and I'll push the other way against you."
"Hey, that feels just great."
"Oh, Bobby, what a great cock you have. So big!"
Then I started pushing into her for real. The hole she had was tight and I really had to push. My dick was getting the hell squeezed out of him and I loved it all the time. It was like something that I had dreamed about, but never thought could come true. She was really something else.
Then she started wiggling her ass and my dick started slipping in faster. I was going crazy with the feeling of my dick getting squeezed and the thrills going through me from it. Her pussy was slippery all inside, too, and the stuff was oozing all over my cock that way, too.
It seemed like every time I moved, the slipperiness would get me in deeper. I was taking my time, because I didn't know how to do it. But then, I wanted to shove into her real hard.
"Come on, Bobby, you can do it. Push that cock in all the way."
I did like she told me and it was fantastic. It was really far out. Her pussy was wiggling all over my prick and squeezing it. I was rubbing it inside the tight hole and she loved it each time I did it.
"Oh, Bobby, rub it harder. Harder!"
I didn't know how to do that, really. I was doing it faster, but not harder, and pretty soon, she started taking over. She grabbed hold of my hips and my ass and she started moving me in a circle.
Well, that was something else. I was grinding into her. I knew that some guys did that with their girlfriends when they wanted to fuck, but couldn't, but I didn't know how to do it.
Anyway, she was making me grind into her and my cock was all wet now. Some of the stuff was dripping out and onto my balls and my thighs, making me feel real wet all over. Even the crack in my ass was getting wet.
I thought that I would go crazy, really, Doctor. That cunt of hers was driving me up the wall. She was grinding into me and making me feel really fantastic. But then she did something that almost made me shoot into her right then.
She poked her finger into my ass-hole. Just like that. It hurt a little bit since she had long fingernails, but it was a real turn-on. The feeling of her prying open my ass-hole was something great.
"I want to shove my finger all the way in, Bobby. It feels nice, doesn't it?"
"Oh, yeah, it feels great, Millie."
"As I push my finger up into your ass, Bobby, I'm going to make you go wild."
"You are?"
"That's right. I'm going to push my finger into you and make you come in my cunt."
I was getting pretty high from all this. I had never been in a pussy before and now I had her finger stuck up my ass-hole, too. She was working it in and out and then I felt her start to wiggle under me.
"Come on, give me all that great cream, Bobby. Give it to me. I need it."
I wasn't going to argue with her. I was grinding into her on my own now that I knew how to do it. My cock was gonna burst if I didn't shoot off pretty soon and I wanted to give it to her bad.
I started ramming into her, even while she had her finger in my ass-hole. She was rocking into me and moving and then I felt the feeling in my balls. I was going crazy with the great feeling all over my cock, but it hadn't gotten like that.
I was going crazy, I tell you. I couldn't hold out anymore. I was yelling, I think, but then, I started feeling her working harder on my ass-hole. I was trying to get away from her finger a little, since she was hurting me a little.
I squirmed and moved all over her. But then, I felt it coming up through my cock. I was going to shoot off right then.
"Millie, I'm gonna come. Gonna come! Aaahhh!"
Then I shot my come. The thick white stuff was coming fast out of my cock and getting her real bad. She was yelling, too, and squirming around under me, but I was not paying much attention to her. I was too busy coming, myself, to worry about her.
"That's it, Bobby. Shoot that sweet cream into me. That's it, baby."
I was grunting and moaning while she started to come. I didn't know she was coming until I felt her pussy squeezing down on my cock. She was poking that finger deeper into my ass and I was wiggling terribly to try to get away, even though I was shooting my load then.
Later on, she told me that was the way she got a kid to make her come. He would have to wiggle from what she was doing to him and that, plus the come he was shooting, made her come really good.
So I was grinding and wiggling, squirming around on top of her and finally I finished coming. I was awfully tired, but I tried to move a little. I didn't know what to do, really.
She was yelling and fingering my ass-hole but not as hard as before. She was just sort of poking it in and out lightly. It wasn't so bad then. I could feel her cream all over me and I liked the feeling.
But, then, she finally stopped and real quick, she pulled her finger out of my ass-hole. She patted my ass and told me to pull out. Then we had some lunch after I cleaned up a little.
I went back to see her after that. She said that she liked to break young kids in. It gave her a real turn-on. I loved it, too. Wow, I never thought it could be this good, you know.
Sometimes, I go see her now, but she must have some other kid she's breaking in. Anyway, now that I know how to do it, I have my own girl friends, they love the way I fuck them. Life is a real gas, now.
CONCLUSION
Bob has shown complete acceptance of his role as a sexual being. He does not appear traumatized at all. He admits that he enjoyed it and he saw nothing wrong with it.
This ability to now go onto other lovers, his young girlfriends, is a very healthy transference of his knowledge and his sexual objects. Millie will probably have a special place in his sexual memories, but she will not inhibit him in his sexual exploits.
For all his experience, I would conclude that Bob is a healthy youngster, somewhat enriched by his experience.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
Subject: Shelly M. Age: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
This youngster, very attractive, but in a classic teenage way, was very shy when we first began the interview. Her voice was barely above a whisper most of the time. It was for this reason that we broke the interview into two sessions.
Shelly had brown hair, and slightly protruding teeth. However, it is an attractive picture that she gives. Her lips are held slightly open, giving a very coquettish look to her face.
Even though she agreed to the session, Shelly had to be prompted at some points and therefore the text of her interview had to be edited just slightly. She begins thus.
I know that I said I would talk to you, but now that I'm here, I feel kind of scared. You know what I mean? I don't know why. I know that you won't tell anybody who I am, or anything like that. Or tell my parents.
I couldn't stand for them to know about this. They would probably try to put him in jail for what he did. I don't want that. I only want to forget about it for a while. Nobody knows about it. Nobody.
My folks are pretty good people. I like my parents. I can usually talk to them about anything. Anything but sex, that is. I think they want to talk about it, but they get scared or something. I don't know what it is.
But, naturally, I couldn't tell them about this. I was afraid of a couple of things, I guess. I suppose that I was afraid that they would stop loving me. That they would think it had been my fault. Maybe they wouldn't even do anything to that man, after all. I don't know.
I think that would make me feel worse than anything. You know, if they didn't do anything at all to him, that would mean that they think I'm the bad one. I don't want to think about that kind of thing. It makes me feel creepy inside.
Doctor, do you think I'm bad? I really didn't ask him to do it to me. Honest, I didn't. Maybe I shouldn't have been so dumb. You know, to go with him when he said to, but I really didn't think that anything would happen.
Once, my older sister almost got kidnapped by someone, and from that time on, my parents always told all of us not to go with anyone when they told us to. Well, that was fine when I was a kid, but I'm fifteen years old now and I figured that I was safe. I'm no little kid anymore.
And, then, I was enjoying talking to him. My friends had left because they had to go to cheerleading practice. I wasn't picked for it and I didn't know what else to do except sit there on the bench reading.
I wasn't really reading. I was trying to forget that I wasn't going to practice. I could have gone along to watch, I know that, but that would have been worse than not going at all. Then I would show everybody how much I missed being picked for the squad.
It was a sunny day and it was kind of warm. School had started two months before and the real cold weather hadn't set in yet. I was sitting on one of the benches outside the park across from the schoolyard.
There were a couple of kids in the schoolyard, playing some football and I was kind of watching them. There's this one girl who plays really well. She was roughing it up with some of the guys and they were going at the game really seriously. I got bored watching them so I picked up one of my schoolbooks.
I should have gone home, I know. That way, I would have been real safe and none of this would have happened. But I didn't want to go home. I was sort of feeling sorry for myself. I had practiced for the tryouts on the team and I didn't even make the semi-finals.
I think that's the part that hurt the most. I know that I'm not the greatest in cheering, but all the girls that got cut out right away looked awful when they moved. Really, clumsy. I didn't want to think that was what I looked like, and I tried to block that out of my mind.
Just the same, I was feeling kind of low and I didn't want to go home. I would have to start my homework and help with dinner and I wasn't in the mood for that right now.
Well, while I was sitting there, this man walks up. He wasn't riding in a car or anything like that and I wasn't scared. It was three-fifteen in the afternoon and the sun was shining brightly. There wasn't anything to be afraid of.
He stopped to look at the football practice across the street. That's what he was really doing for a while. He sat down on the other end of the bench where I was sitting and he watched them.
Then he turned to me and he asked me a very simple question. He was interested to know about the one who looked like a girl.
"Excuse me, but you look as though you go to this school."
"Yes, I do."
"I don't mean to interrupt your studies, but I was very curious about something."
"Oh, that's okay. I wasn't really studying."
"Good. I would hate to interrupt a pretty and intelligent girl like you."
I just looked down. I didn't know what to day, but I liked the compliment. If the coaches of the cheering team didn't like what I looked like, at least someone did. I smiled at him in response.
"Is that one over there a girl?"
"Uh huh. That's right."
"And they let her play with boys in tackle?"
"Oh, I don't think that's an official game. Sure, some of the guys think she is really great. That's what I've heard, anyway."
"Well, she is certainly built sturdily."
"I guess so."
"I don't mean to insult her. It's just that she is pretty solid."
"You're right, she is. I don't go in much for that kind of thing."
"Well, I could hardly imagine you in some get-up like that, tossing around a grimy football."
I didn't know what he meant by that, but it didn't sound like an insult. I looked at him for the first time, really. He was good-looking and somewhere about thirty-five or forty. I'm not that good on ages and sometimes I get them confused.
Anyway, he was attractive and he spoke nicely. He didn't move over toward me right away. He kept talking from where he was. I was bored with the book that I had open and I closed it. It was more fun talking to him than doing anything that I had to do.
But, I liked sitting there, talking to him. We talked about girls being in everything now. He said that he thought it was a good thing.. That girls should get the chance that boys had all these years.
Before I knew it, he was closer to me on the bench. Oh, nothing out of line, but just closer. I don't have a boyfriend, and most of my friends do. I never go out very much. Once in a while, a boy will ask me to go to a danqe or something like that. But it's never anything steady like the other girls have.
like I said, though, he was getting closer to me on the bench. He put his hand on the back of the bench, but I didn't think anything of it. Sometimes, when I'm real lazy, I sit that way, too.
Well, finally, he said that he had to go, but he wanted to get some coffee.
"Do you know anyplace around here that I could get some?"
"Sure, it's not that easy to tell you how to get there, but I'll show you. I ought to be getting home. I'll show you."
"Oh, please, don't bother on my account, really."
"I haven't got anything to do, anyway. I don't mind."
"Thanks a lot. I appreciate it."
We walked along side by side. He didn't say anything about a car then. We talked about school and how strange it was to see girls in some sports. We laughed and I was sort of annoyed when we had walked all the way to the coffee shop. Well, it's a restaurant, I guess, but it's small and everyone goes there.
I stopped in front of it and hesitated before starting on my way. I really didn't want to go home, Doctor. That's the truth.
"Look, do you have time for a soda? I don't like drinking coffee alone and you've been so nice to me-"
I was really delighted when he asked me and
I only hesitated for a moment when he asked me. Then I agreed. I walked alongside him into the restaurant, and I felt great. He was good-looking, you know. He really was. I guess that was one reason why I wasn't afraid of him.
We sat down in one of the booths there and he ordered some coffee for himself and I asked for a tall soda. I like them, I really do. But I didn't want to be a baby and have an ice cream soda. That would have looked really dumb.
While we were there, having the soda and the coffee, he started talking about girls and how pretty they could be, especially without clothes. But I thought that he was talking about bathing suits and I didn't pay any attention. I was flattered when he said that I was pretty and had a nice figure.
You see, Doctor, I always try to keep my body in shape. I'm not that popular and I have to try to look nice. My mother said that I worry too much about how I look, but she isn't at school with me. I have to worry about it. I want to be liked.
Anyway, he started talking about girls with no clothes on at all. How beautiful some women were that way and how it was intended to be that way. I was just happy to be someplace with someone and not sitting home.
"Well, I should be going. Can I drive you home, Shelly?"
"I don't live that far away, thanks."
"You were very nice to me, and besides that, I enjoy being with you."
"Well, okay, where's your car?"
"A few blocks away."
I didn't think about that, then. I should have guessed that he knew his way around the place if his car was not far away, but I didn't. Maybe I didn't want to think that way.
So we walked to his car and it was nice and big. It looked like it cost a lot of money. Then I felt even better. He was rich and he liked me. I didn't think of him as a boyfriend, but just the same, it was nice that he was rich.
He opened the door for me and I got in, just like a real date. I felt so, well, so grown up then. He got in the other side and started the car. He didn't ask me where I lived or anything like that. He just started driving. For the minute, I didn't even think to tell him where I lived.
It was when we were about a mile out of the town that I started to get a little scared. He still wasn't saying anything bad, though and I couldn't accuse him of anything then.
"I think that I should be getting home."
"Sure, I'm sorry I didn't watch the time. I'm having such a good time just being with you."
I couldn't get mad at him for saying something like that and anyway, I was having a good time, myself. Well, that is, besides being scared, I liked being with him in that big car.
But then, he finally swung onto a deserted road and it wasn't going anywhere. I was frightened then, but he still didn't do anything. He kept talking about the weather and stuff like that and finally we came to a clearing and he stopped. He pulled off the road and stopped the car.
"Why don't we just sit and talk for a little while?"
And that's what we did. I stopped feeling that nervous when he didn't make any move toward me. And I tell you that he wasn't a scary character. He made me feel okay. He was good-looking. I never had a good-looking boyfriend before.
Before I knew it, he had his arm around me and I was kind of close to him. I don't remember getting close to him, but then, while we were talking, his hand was on my leg. I mean high up on my leg.
That got me kind of excited, I admit that. I never had a real boyfriend before this and he was so nice and good-looking. And the car was so pretty and all. It was hard to be scared of him or to ask him to stop.
"You're a very pretty girl, Shelly. I've seen you a few times before, and I've always wanted to know you."
"I thought that you were a stranger here."
"No, I didn't say that. As a matter-of-fact, I come to the school a couple of times a week. I work in another school district and I have some work here."
"I didn't know that."
"Sure. I told you my name was Ralph, but I didn't tell you my last name. It's Reardon."
I hadn't heard of him that much. Somebody mentioned the name a couple of times, but I always thought of him as a real important person with the schools, not a teacher or anything like that.
"You're in the administration, aren't you?"
"That's right. Now you know who I am and there's no reason to be worried about me. I'm not monster from the unknown."
Well, we both laughed but he didn't take his hand away from me. He was talking and getting closer and closer to me. I was getting a little excited. I mean that I almost wanted him to kiss me. I don't go for old guys, but he was so handsome and important.
Then he kissed me lightly on the cheek and I turned my head to look at him when he did that. He kissed me on the lips and what a kiss it was. I mean that he actually put his lips-and they were open-against my mouth. He was kissing me and he seemed to like doing it.
I was enjoying it, too. I knew that I shouldn't be doing this with Mr. Reardon, but he was the only who started it, anyway. Before I knew it, he had his tongue in my mouth and he was forcing it all around. I liked it then. I liked what he was doing to me.
Then, he slipped his hand down to my tits. He was grabbing them and rubbing them right over my blouse. I was wearing a skirt and blouse, with knee socks. I like to dress like that sometimes. Sometimes we wore jeans. I mean that I wear jeans.
Some of the kids wear them all the time, but they have to be neat or else they have to go home and change. The school is pretty strict about that. They have to be neat, or you can't wear them.
So I was wearing this skirt and blouse and then, while he was feeling my tits, he slipped one hand under my skirt and he started rubbing my thighs just below my crotch. I was getting hot when he did that.
But, when he poked one finger under the elastic on the leg of my panties and the finger hit me right there, I thought that I would come. I felt so different, that I didn't know what to do. I didn't want him to stop that. It felt too good.
"You like that, don't you, Shelly?"
"Yes, I do. It feels good."
"I'm glad you like it, 'cause there are a lot of other things that I want to do to you."
INTERVIEW TWO
Shelly became upset when she mentioned the beginning of more involved sexual contact and she broke off for a while. It was just as well, since the interview had come to an end.
For that reason, we scheduled another session. She was a bit more frightened in this one but once she got into the explicit details, she started to get involved in it and lost the sense of fright that she brought in with her.
She continued with her own words below.
After he had his hand in my panties, there wasn't anything that I could do to stop him. At first, I admit that I didn't want to stop him, but then he started to breathe hard and it scared me a little. I didn't push him away, I know, but I wanted to.
After he put his finger into my pussy, and was rubbing me hard there, he started to pull my hand over to his pants. I could see that there was a big bulge in his pants and I didn't know what it was. I guessed that it was his cock, since I knew about it enough to know the name.
But outside of that, I didn't know very much about a man's thing. It was very hard when he put my hand against it, and I didn't know what to do. So, I just held it there. Then, as soon as he took his hand away, I sort of let my hand slip onto his leg.
But each time that I did that, he came back and pressed my hand against his cock. I was a little curious to see what it looked like, but I didn't really want to ask him to take it out to show me.
It felt good. I mean what he was doing to me, I really liked it, and I guess he could tell that.
"You like it, don't you?"
I nodded to answer him. I didn't know what to say to him.
"You want to make it feel even better? I can."
He was looking at me, and I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what he was talking about, but I was curious to know what could feel better than what he was doing to me now.
I think I knew, somewhere back in my head what he wanted to do to me, but I was feeling too good to stop and think. I let him keep touching me until I almost came. I wanted to come. Now that he had taken me this far, I didn't want to stop at all.
But, he looked like he wanted me to do something to him, too, and I was interested in that, too. I didn't know what a girl did to a guy and I really was fascinated, feeling his thing, so close under his pants. I wanted to see what it looked like.
I had to see it.
"Shelly, I know I'm making you feel good, but I want to feel good, too."
He looked at me, but he didn't say anything more for a while. Then he stopped touching me for a minute. I looked at him, and he read the disappointment on my face I guess. I wanted to force him to start touching me again.
"You see, that is what it feels like when you take your hand away from my cock. It doesn't feel very good, does it?"
"No, it doesn't. Sort of like teasing a person."
"That's exactly right. You've been teasing me.
"I have half a mind to punish you for that." I didn't know what he was talking about, but then, he started to pull my panties down and then off. I didn't stop him. I was still thinking about him making me come. I think that then, I would have started to make myself come.
"I'm going to make a deal with you, Shelly."
"What?"
"I want to feel good, and you do, too. There is one way that we can both feel very good."
"There is?"
I knew what he was talking about then, but I guess that I got curious. And, anyway, if I wanted to stop him, what was I going to do?
"Sure, there is. Would you like to do that, if we could both feel good at the same time?"
"I don't know. I guess so."
"All right. We'll start it. See if you like it. Only, I don't want to stop in the middle. A man can't."
"He can't? Why not?"
"If a man stops in the middle, he gets sick. He goes into a lot of pain and then that's very bad. You understand?"
"I'm not so sure that I should, then."
"Why not?"
"Well, I don't want you to feel that way. Maybe I won't like it."
"Did you like what I was doing to you before?"
While he spoke to me, now, he was running his finger up and down the slit in my pussy. He was forcing his finger against my clitoris. That bump there. The one that feels so good when you rub it. I started to feel so good, that I didn't want to stop at all.
'You really like this, don't you, Shelly?"
"Yeah, I sure do."
"Well, what I want to do to you will feel even better than this. That's a promise."
I was too hot to stop now. I didn't want to do anything bad, but I was too hot to stop him. I wanted him to touch me the way he was doing, and if something felt better that was great with me.
Then he started to take his cock out. He unbuckled his pants and unzipped them. Then he pulled them and his shorts off and sat there bare with this great big cock sticking out in front of him.
I was fascinated. I just looked at it. I didn't put my hand on it yet, but he pulled my hand closer to him.
"Go ahead. He doesn't bite. Really. Go on."
I touched him, and the thing that got to me was that it was so hot. Really, it felt like it was on fire. And it was almost dark red. It was thick. About two inches thick, I think. And it had these veins all over it. They were standing out and something was pulsing through it.
When I touched it, I was surprised at how smooth it was. It was like a baby's skin. Especially the head. It was soft, but very hard underneath. Really hard like steel. I couldn't believe it.
When I put pressure on it, he moaned with pleasure. I looked up at him and he smiled at me. He was encouraging me to do it again. He wrapped his hand around mine and made me touch it again. I liked the feel of it against my hand. That's the truth.
"Now, I think it's time to start that nice thing that we were talking about."
He was very strong. He moved over to me and then his cock was very close. It was then that I noticed how big his balls were. He told me that they were called that. He took one hand and made me rub them. They were so soft that I couldn't believe that they were part of the hard thing up front.
"Now, you turn away from me, and I'll do everything. You do what I tell you to do and everything will be just great."
I did what he told me to do, and I was sort of leaning on my arms next to the door. I was still kind of hot and I was hoping that he could do something fast to make me come. I wanted to come right then.
He poked his finger all the way into my pussy. Right into that hole. He shoved it in and I gasped. It was a strange feeling. He pulled it out and shoved it in again. Then he kept doing it over and over. I loved the feeling. I wasn't scared or anything just then.
But then, he did something that I didn't recognize. It was very big, that's all I could feel. He put his thing up against the hole in my pussy and started to move it all around inside me. I was wet with something, and he was moaning as he did it.
"You're nice and ready for it, Shelly. Your pussy wants it bad. You know that?"
"It does?"
"Sure. That's why it's all wet like this. That makes her ready."
He didn't wait after that. He started shoving that thing against me. I knew that it had to be his cock, but I couldn't imagine that he could ever get it in, so I was not worried about that.
I couldn't believe that he could try to get that big thing into my small pussy. But then I felt the stretching. I was scared. I knew what he was trying to do, then. He was going to shove that big thing into me.
"No, you mustn't do this. It's too big to do that."
"No it's not, Shelly. My cock will fit into that cunt of yours. Your pretty pussy will stretch all around my cock."
He said it with a laugh m his voice. He was very excited now, and I knew that he wouldn't stop. He started to rub that clitoris again. I started to feel better when he did that, because I wasn't thinking about what he was doing to me. I figured that I could come and he wouldn't even know it.
Well, he rubbed my clit over and over again, and I was starting to get real hot again. I knew that I could make it, and I forgot about the thick cock shoved up into my pussy.
But, as I started to almost come, he started pushing again. I realized that he was in farther than he was before, and I hadn't noticed what he was doing until now. Then, there was a terrible pain. It was short and sharp, but I yelled out anyway.
"That's it, there goes the cherry! Ahhhh!"
Then he just became like a madman. He started shoving and pushing and he forgot about my clit. He stopped rubbing me and he took hold of my hips. He was in back of me and he was pushing harder than he had before. That thick thing was going all the way in.
The pain stopped, but I was scared. I felt as though he was going to tear me apart. I didn't know that my pussy could stretch like that. But he just kept pushing and I was yelling, and trying to get off that thing.
"That's right, move all around. It makes my cock feel even better."
I was hurting a little from moving, since I was smaller than he figured, anyway and my pussy couldn't take all that cock the first time. I was crying a little, but then, suddenly, I became aware that it wasn't hurting that much anymore.
Soon, in place of the nothing feeling there, I started to feel the same kind of pleasure that I had when he was rubbing my clit. He was pounding in and out of my pussy, grinding, too, and I started to like it. I was moving now, so that it would feel better. I was beginning to like it.
He guessed that I was liking it, because he started moving all around and shoving it into me harder and faster. I wasn't yelling anymore. I was kind of moaning, like he had done before, and I was gasping when he pushed it all the way in.
We didn't say anything then. He just kept shoving it into me. I was liking it then and I wanted to come. I had almost come before, and my body seemed really hot since that happened.
Suddenly, I felt that nice feeling start again. I was lying there, on my side, with his big cock stuffed up inside me. I thought of what it looked like, and then I really got hot.
There he was, with his cock stuffed into me, pulling it out and pushing it in, working it all over and the juice was coming out of my pussy. I felt the wetness, and all I could think of was coming right then.
The more he shoved it into me, the more I felt like coming. I was moving as much as I could. But I was kind of new to it, and I didn't know what I was doing. Then, as he was shoving into me, I felt something start and I began to yell.
"Oh, ohhh, I think I'm coming. It feels so good!"
"That's it, come on my cock! Cover it with cream!"
He started pumping into me faster and I did come then. I was yelling and screaming and he was pumping into me. All I could feel was the shocks going through me and I wasn't thinking about him.
Then, all of a sudden, he started to yell, and I felt something hot shooting into me. It was very hot, and very wet. There was a lot of it, too, and he was shoving into me hard. Real hard.
I was still coming, but he stopped dead on me. He just shoved it in all the way and left it there. I was squeezing all over him, but he lay there, breathing really hard.
Pretty soon, he pulled his cock out of me, and I turned around it to look at it. It was soggy and getting tiny. Then I noticed the pink and red on his cock. I was scared until he told me that it was my cherry. That's what had bled. I felt bad after that, but not that bad.
He helped me clean up, and then I noticed what time it was. I was scared because I was going to be late getting home. He started the car after I had finished putting my panties on.
He dropped me off a couple of blocks from my house, but he didn't say anything. All he said was that I should be a good girl.
"Take a bath when you get home. Then you'll be fine. Maybe I'll see you again, Shelly. Oh, and remember, no one would believe you if you told, so don't say anything."
I didn't say anything, just stood there while he drove away. I didn't want to tell anyone. Not until I heard about you, Doctor. I haven't seen anyone since this happened.
Sometimes, I think about what happened and I wish that he could come back and we would do it again. I don't know where to get in touch with him and anyway, guess I must be crazy to think like that.
But, I can't bring myself to do it with anyone else. No one asks me out anyway. Nothing has changed like that. I wish that he could come back so that we could do it again. I can't tell anyone about it, and I sometimes want it again.
CONCLUSION
Shelly seemed to be somewhat traumatized by this incident. She was stricken by the fact that she wanted to do it when he was seducing her. In her eyes, that makes her guilty and there is nothing that she can do about that.
However, she is a shy girl and she does not have any outlets for her healthy normal sexual tensions. She, instead, goes back, in fantasy, to the time she was with this man, and relives her experience with him. That is not healthy if it continues for very long.
I am hopeful that Shelly will overcome her seduction as she grows older and find a stable and acceptable object of her passions. As she matures, there should be boys in her life that will make her feel excited and she will be able to enjoy a very normal and gratifying sex life.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
Subject: Taffy P. Age: Thirteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Taffy is a sweet girl, and she does not seem, at first glance, to be the kind who would attract an older man. In this case, it was a relative. A distant one, and one by marriage, but just the same someone she met in her family circle.
Her short blonde hair is still a straw color and her blue eyes are very inviting. She looks as though she should always be dressed in white cotton pinafores, but she takes to jeans and sneakers more readily.
She told me her story without much emotion, and I suspect that she was more interested in this member of the family before he made any attempt with her.
I don't really know what to call Larry. He's my cousin from my father's side. He married one of my father's cousins. But I don't know whether that is a second cousin or what. Anyway, we always call everyone cousin or "uncle" in my family.
I just got to know him as "Cousin Larry." He's not as old as my father, I don't think, but he's an older man. I guess he must be close to forty-five or something like that. I think.
Sometimes, it's hard for me to tell things apart. You know, ages, and stuff. I don't know. Anyway, I didn't see Larry that much anymore, since he and his wife moved to a new town. Then, they moved again, and Larry came back to say goodbye since they weren't going to be seeing us for a while.
He was going to be in town for a few days to say goodbye to everyone. They were staying at a motel, since the house that they had was sold and someone was living there now. His wife, Mary was visiting with some of her aunts and stuff like that and we had to be with Larry for a while.
I mean, I never grooved on Larry. He was okay, but I was so young when he was a young man, that I always thought of him as an old guy. But, anyway, he was nice to me and this time, he brought me a present.
It was a lovely necklace with a pretty pendant. I felt so grown-up in it. But I was kind of interested to get outside with some friends of mine. But, then my father got to me.
"Your cousin is going away, and we probably won't see him for a very long time. He brought you a very nice present. Now, you can just stay here, and spend some time with him and your friends can wait. That's final."
I was mad at him for that, but I figured that he was right. I could always see my friends in a little while, when he went away. So, I stopped trying to get out of the house and stayed in the living room, sort of listening to what they were saying.
I noticed that Larry was looking at me. Sure, I wear my jeans tight, but I never thought of Larry as somebody who would be looking at me. I was a little pissed at having to stay there, so I decided to have some fun. I started looking back at Larry.
I was only fooling, you see, but he was looking at me, and I wondered if Daddy had seen it. Of course, he would probably tell me that I was a terrible little snip for saying something like that, so I didn't.
I thought that I would scream just sitting there, while the television was playing and the old folks were sitting there, drinking. I had a coke and I was sipping on it. When I finished it, I dragged on the straw and my father shot me a look that told me I was being a pest.
I wanted to leave, but when I got up, he asked me to get another toaster for Larry. I wanted to race out the door, but my father would have walloped me when I got back. There is a big thing for "family" in my house. It's like a sin if someone comes and you want to do something else.
So I decided to play some games, instead. Larry was looking at me, and I decided to give him something to look at. I shook my ass in front of him as I gave him the coaster, and I started making eyes at him.
Somehow, he seemed really uptight when I did that. I was kidding around, but he was taking me serious. Then, a strange thought popped into my head. I figured that it would be a ball if Larry tried something with me. Then I wouldn't have to sit there for the boring family meetings anymore.
I don't know if I really thought about it seriously, you know what I mean. But I figured that it would be a nice game. I was flirting with Larry. He was getting red in the face and I was getting a real kick out of it.
But then, Larry started to slap his head. He started to laugh and he says that he forgot something in the motel.
"It's a present for Minnie. How stupid. I forgot about it until I was looking at that thing on television. I'll go back for it."
Minnie is my mother. I was curious about what he got her. The stuff he got me was nice and even though I didn't mind waiting, I was kind of anxious to get out of the house.
My father was trying to talk him out of going for it.
"You can mail it, Larry. Sit, take it easy. You'll be traveling enough when you leave in a day or two."
"No, I wouldn't hear of it. It will only be a little while. I'll go and get it now, before Minnie has dinner ready."
"Can I take the ride with you, Larry?"
My father looked at me and I could see that he was pleased. He figured that I was trying to be nice to him. Then he smiled and-encouraged Larry to take me along.
"Go ahead. You and Taffy go. By the time you see her next, she'll be a woman, already."
Larry's eyes lit up and he said okay. We were outside and in the car in a snap and I was kind of excited about getting out of the house. It was a lovely day and I wanted to lay in the sunshine, not sit in the house listening to company.
The sun was shining and a lovely breeze was blowing. I like having short hair in the springtime and the summer. It looks so good. The breeze blows it all around and it still looks good.
I was feeling a little flirty, anyway, so when Larry patted my leg when we got in the car, I didn't mind. I don't know if I really thought that he could do anything to me.
Now, I had some boyfriends, and I would neck and pet with them. I even jerked off a couple of them. They did it for me and I did it for them. But I had never done it all the way. I knew what the score was, I think, but I just hadn't done it.
I can't say why. I guess that I wasn't turned on enough to do it yet. None of the guys that I fooled around with was that exciting. Sure, I like to kiss them and I like to jerk them off, but it wasn't the same thing as going all the way.
Larry was looking at me as we drove to the motel. I wanted to take the drive, and since Larry was there, that was okay with me. I was getting a kick out of how excited he seemed to be getting.
"You know, Taffy, you're really grown up fast. You look like a real pretty girl. A real knock out."
"Thanks. But how do you know? You never see me in anything interesting. I always dress in jeans when you're around."
I thought that he would choke when I said that, and I almost giggled. I thought that it was funny to tease him that way. He was driving kind of funny, though, and I figured that I ought to stop. I didn't want him to crash the car.
We got to the motel, and he drove up to the door. I had never been in a motel before and I was kind of curious about it all. I was waiting for him to open the door. You see, I got out before he did. But he was doing something and I was getting annoyed with him. I wanted to go inside.
"Come on, Larry, what's taking you so long?" '
"As if you didn't know."
I didn't understand what he meant. I hadn't looked down at him, and I wasn't really thinking of Cousin Larry as someone I could turn on to. He was grinning and when he finally came out of the car, he was bending over a little.
Then I understood what he was talking about. He had a hard-on. Well, I thought that was very funny, and I started to giggle. He looked at me and I couldn't tell what he was thinking from the way he was looking at me.
But he looked different.
I ran into the room as soon as he opened the door, and I looked all round. They had left the kids someplace, and they weren't there. Mary wasn't there, either, and I was looking in the bathroom and all. It was very modern and I liked the look of it.
Larry followed me all around the place and he was getting real close to me when he did. I didn't mind, and I was talking to him back and forth. He was getting so close to me every time that I found that I was dodging him.
Finally, I walked out of the small room and plopped down on one of the beds.
"It's really nice on that bed, Taffy."
He came down on the bed with me and then, before I knew what was happening, he was pressing his hands all over my chest. I have some tits, but I'm not very big. I would like to have big tits but I don't.
"Hey, Larry, what are you doing?"
"I'm feeling those cute tits that you've been throwing at me, that's what."
"I haven't been doing anything like that, Larry. You know that."
"You're a real tease, aren't you. You know how to get a guy's cock all hard."
I giggled when he said that, and he got a real serious look on his face. I didn't know what he was going to do, but then, in a flash, he unzipped his pants and took out his cock.
"See how hard you got it? Feel it!"
I was looking at the biggest cock that I had ever seen. None of my boyfriends had cocks like that. He could see that I was interested and he was pressing closer to me. I wanted to touch it, but I knew that I shouldn't.
Then something wicked came into my head. I knew that Larry was going away for a long time, and he would be able to tell anybody about it. And that way, I couldn't get in trouble for it.
I was getting horny looking at his cock. It was thick and long. Very long. I put my hand over it and it must have been twelve inches long. I swear it was. I didn't know what to do, so I just treated it like one of the cocks of the boys that I had jerked off.
I started to rub it back and forth and Larry started moaning a lot. He was frowning and closing his eyes when I rubbed him that way. I guessed that he liked it and I did it faster.
I was having fun doing it. I loved looking at it. It was the biggest thing that I had seen and I wanted to play with it. I watched some stuff come out of the head and then I wondered if I jerked him off, if he would have a lot more come than the kids with small pricks.
"Hey, Larry, if I jacked you off, you would shoot off, right."
"Yeah, that's right."
"You have a lot of come when that happens?"
"I don't know, Taffy. I don't jerk off very often. I usually make love the way that men like to. I bet you like to do it, too."
"I've never done that, Larry. Sure, I know how to rub a guy or neck, but I never did that."
"Would you like to?"
I thought about it for a minute. I didn't want to let him go. He had the greatest cock that I had seen and I wanted to feel him. But I knew that he was my cousin and that I shouldn't do it.
Anyway, he was about as old as my father, and I didn't know if that was right. You know, to do it with a guy that old. Just the same, I was getting hot, just looking at him.
"How about it, Taffy?"
"You wouldn't tell anyone, would you?"
"Of course not. You wouldn't, would you?"
"No, I promise."
"Then let's do it."
I jumped up and took off my jeans and then my shirt. I was standing there in my tiny bra and my bikini panties and Larry whistled.
"You're the cutest thing I ever saw. Nice and round bottom, but not fat. Real nice."
For that, I shook my ass at him and laughed. I was getting hot and that makes me silly sometimes. I wanted him to do some things to me, too and that was what was making me do that.
So, I took off my bra and panties, while he got undressed, too. He didn't look so bad without his clothes on. He had hair all over his body and he looked kind of sexy to me. He didn't have any fat or anything and his body looked pretty good.
But the best thing was his cock sticking out straight in front of him. I wanted to feel him all over me. I wanted him to do some things to me that were really something.
I lay on the bed and I spread my legs open, the way that I did for the boys who would masturbate me. He came on to the bed again, but this time, he pressed himself against me. His cock was sticking into me and I got really excited.
"How does that cock feel? Pretty good? Wait till you feel it the real way, Taffy."
"It's really good, huh."
"Fantastic. Just wait."
"I don't want to wait, Larry, do it now."
"You're a hot little bitch, aren't you."
"I just want to do it, that's all."
"Okay, get ready."
He slid down to my pussy and started fingering it. It felt wonderful, but he. was sticking his fingers into me. The boys had never done that before. It felt kind of strange. I had done it to myself once, but never again.
His fingers were thick and it felt good. He was sticking one in and out and I felt my body getting really wet. I knew that happened when I came, sometimes. But now, I was really wet.
I started moving my hips up and down on his fingers and he laughed when he saw me doing that.
"You're a born fucker. You know how to do it, now."
"Is this how you do it?"
"Something like it. Only with a cock in you, you can't move that much."
What he said got me hot and I worked myself more and more on his fingers. Then he pushed another finger into me and I yelled a little.
"Wow, that feels big. Really big."
"You haven't felt anything, sugar. You will, just wait."
Then Larry started playing with my tits. He was sucking on the nipples. The guys did that, too, but they never did it the way he was doing it. It felt like I never had it done before. I loved it. It was just great, you know?
I was getting so hot that Larry started pulling his fingers out of me. He wanted to get into me, I know, and he was getting too hot to wait. That's what he said, anyway.
"I got to get in you, baby, or else, I'm gonna pop right here."
Then he got on his back, and spread his legs open. He told me to get on top of him.
"Sit on top of me. Across my cock, like you were riding a horse."
He was holding my hips and he helped me get into position. Then he fiddled with my pussy until he got the head of his cock into the hole. I would have done anything just then, I was hot and horny.
When he had the tip in, he started to bring me down on top of him. He let go of me a little and my own weight was pushing me onto him.
"Larry, it's so big. I'm never going to make it."
"Just let down on it. like that. It may take a few minutes."
Then I felt the stretching in my pussy, I couldn't believe it. I was wet and I was slippery, but his cock was skidding along inside of me. He was pushing up with his hips and I was trying to get down on his cock. It wasn't that easy.
But I was horny, and the idea of being naked with Larry and having his cock shoved up my pussy, that made me go on. His body was hairy and sexy and I wanted to be fucked by him. I really did, then.
Then, he lifted me up just a little. I was on my knees, straddling him, but he was supporting most of my weight. He pulled me up a little and the thing started to come out of me.
But, before I could do anything, he slammed me down on his cock again and this time, it went almost all the way up. I yelled out loud and he picked me up again.
This time, he rammed his cock back into me with his hips, harder, and it went all the way in. It was unbelievable. I didn't feel anything when he did it, but a small something. I don't know. It wasn't a pain or anything like that, though.
Well, I was really turned on now, and the cock was all the way in me. I didn't believe that I could take all that inside me. It was just so big, you know? But, in a few minutes, I got the hang of how to sit on top of him and I started to work a little on my own.
"Just move up and down on my cock. That's it."
I learned how to do it pretty quickly and then I just started to do it all by myself. I felt as though I would never get off his cock, cause it was so big, though.
Larry was breathing hard, and he was pushing down on my ass with all his might. I figured that he was hot and that he wanted to come. I was ready, but I didn't come yet.
Anyway, I was rubbing myself all over his cock and then I started getting some of the feelings that Larry had been telling me about. I started yelling and moving like crazy all over him and then, just before I made it, he started jerking all over the bed.
"You tight, hot little bitch! I'm coming! Ahhh!"
I didn't care what he was doing, but I was coming. I worked my ass up and down over his cock and pretty soon, I felt the fantastic things start to happen inside me. I was dancing all over his cock and coming like crazy.
"You fucking cock! Fuck me. I'm coming!"
I knew that I was yelling, but then I felt his come shoot up into me. For a minute I had forgotten about him coming like that. I had forgotten about wanting to know how he would come when he did.
Hell, jerking off isn't anything compared to that. I was rubbing all over his shooting cock and going wild. I loved it, and so did Cousin Larry. He was working my ass up and down like crazy.
Each time he spurt some more come into me, I felt the craziest feeling. It was like coming again for myself. He was shooting his hot stuff way up into my belly and I loved it.
It was hot and wet.
Some of it was seeping out of my pussy as he shot into me. I was on top of him and gravity wasn't with him. It was making it fall back down again. It was crazy but so sexy, too.
So I finished yelling and screaming and was panting like crazy, and he just stopped dead in his tracks. I guess he couldn't take anymore, but then, he wasn't such a young guy, and I figured that was the way it was.
Both of us were laying there, panting like crazy and trying to catch our breaths. It was great. His cock felt great, still inside there, and I was so wet that I didn't know what to do first.
My pussy was feeling better than it had ever before. I had heard about having some pain and all of that shit, but I guess that it wasn't true. I was happier than anything and nothing had happened to me.
INTERVIEW TWO
I had thought that Taffy was finished, but she said that there was much more and I thought that it was important to let her continue. She came in for another session and the following transcriptions are the result.
As I mentioned before, the child was not in the least bit embarrassed by what she was relating and she went on with the boldest fervor.
After we had fucked for the first time, I was all eager to start something else. I didn't want to go home then. Well, Larry agreed with me that it had been kind of fast and we could do something else before we left.
I decided that I wanted to take a shower and Larry's eyes light up.
"Sure, that's a great idea. Maybe we can try something else."
"Sure, I'm game."
Well, he started the shower and I jumped in there with him. I didn't have to worry about my hair since it was short and would dry anyway. Larry was soaping my body and he was playing with my tits a lot.
I was laughing and playing with his balls. He didn't have a hard-on now and it hung down on his legs. It was long even when it wasn't big. Funny, it could be so hard and thick one minute, and soft and tiny the next.
But he said that he wanted to play with me, and that I should let him. Well, I didn't mind that at all. I was standing there, and he was working the soap all over my tits. He covered the nipples with soap and then rubbed them between his fingers.
That really felt great and I loved having him feel me up. I watched him touching me and I noticed that he was getting a little hard-on when he did it. I got a kick out of that. I liked turning him on. Especially after what he had done to me, it made me feel really good to turn him on.
But then, he turned me away from him and he started soaping my back up. I liked what he was doing, but it was so much better when he was working on my tits. So, when he started working towards my ass, I liked it a lot better.
He was working his hands down towards my ass-hole, and that was something else. He didn't poke into it right away, but he was playing all around it with his soapy finger. He didn't poke his finger into my pussy, and that was a little sore from the great fucking he had given me.
So then, he puts one hand in front of me and works my pussy. The clit in front. The soap felt so great. He was working it all over me and I loved it. I was moaning and getting hot all over again. It didn't take long to get me hot again.
Well, Larry was soaping up my pussy and then he started working on my ass, fulltime. He was working all around the hole and I wanted to scream from the way he was teasing me.
Just as I was about to say something to him about it, he stopped and started to poke his finger into the hole. It was the wildest feeling that I ever had. Really. With the soap making his finger slippery and all, it was great.
"Oh, wow, that feels great, Larry."
"I thought you would like it. You seem to be the right one for this."
"I sure like it a lot."
I didn't know what he was talking about then, but I sure found out. He started to push his finger in and out kind of fast and I was yelling when he was doing that. I thought that. I was gonna go crazy from the way that he was teasing me.
I wanted something in my cunt when he did that. I was really hot and he was just playing with my ass-hole. But what he did, I didn't expect. He took his finger out and put something else there instead. It was his cock.
I was surprised how hard it got in so short a time. He was ready to poke it into me again. I thought that old guys couldn't do that kind of thing, but I guess that I was wrong. He was ready to go again.
But he wasn't pushing at my pussy this time. He was pushing at my ass-hole. I didn't know what to do. It hurt a little when he did that, and I wanted him to stop.
"Hey, Larry, that hurts, stop."
"It will only hurt for a little while. But when I get it all the way in, you'll love it."
"I don't know about that. I like the other way better."
"Well, let's try it for a little, I love to do it this way."
"Okay, but just for a little while."
"Bend over, it will be different then."
So, I bent over and he was shoving his cock into my ass-hole. He forced my body all the way over and his cock was getting in deeper than I thought he could. He spread my ass cheeks open now and pressed me on him.
It hurt a lot when he stabbed at me and I wanted to tell him to stop. But before I could say anything, he slipped his finger into my pussy and worked it around with the soap all over it.
I forgot a little about the pain in my ass and then, before I knew it, he was really pushing hard at my ass.
"Come on, just take a deep breath. That's it. The pain will stop."
I tried, but it didn't get any better for me. I felt as though I couldn't move, and finally I thought that he was going to take it out of there. I liked his finger in there much better.
"Just relax your muscles. Just relax. I won't push it in all the way."
When he said that, I stopped being so scared and started to relax a little. He was pushing at me and I felt some more of it go into me. But then he sort of went crazy, and started pushing like crazy.
I started to yell, cause he was hurting me a lot. It really hurt and I thought about the size of his cock stuck up my tiny ass-hole.
"Larry, come on, stop. Come on, that hurts too much."
"Oh, come on. Just a little more. I'll probably come from just shoving the head in your ass-hole."
"No, come on. No."
"Oh, okay, you're a little spoil sport."
"No, I'm not. I'm not getting anything from it. Just you."
"You're a smart little devil. Well, you just stay right there, and I'll give you something to feel."
He pulled his cock out of my ass-hole, and I felt a lot better. I just wasn't ready for something like that. But I stayed that way, like he told me. He was washing off his cock, I think, cause I heard him get back into the shower spray, but then he was back to me.
"Now, hold still. This should feel pretty good."
Larry got up behind me again, and he bent over. All the way over. This time he soaped up his cock a little and was pushing it into the crack in my ass, but he wasn't going anywhere near my ass-hole. He was slipping into the slit in my pussy lips and I kind of got the idea of what he was going to do.
"Can you do it this way, Larry?"
"Sure you can. You can do it lots of ways."
Then he stopped talking and started shoving his cock nearer and nearer my opening. He had just busted my cherry and now he was going to show me some more about making love. I loved the idea.
Before I could do anything, he was at the opening, and pretty soon, he was shoving towards me with that cock. He was prodding me faster and harder and soon, the very tip went into my pussy.
I gasped from the way he did it, though. It was wild. He was forcing me all the way down. I had my hands on my knees and my legs were spread. He had his hand on the lower part of my back and he made sure that I stayed down.
While he was pushing his cock into my pussy, he brought his finger around and started rubbing my clit. He was rubbing and I was moaning. I wasn't worried anymore about my cherry and I was paying more attention to what was going on.
Larry slammed into me again and again and pretty soon I could feel the same excited feeling. I was starting to get ready. He was reaming out my pussy and I loved every second of it. Really.
Larry kept sawing into me. He was ramming the hell out of me. Shoving that thick cock into my small pussy. He was moaning and rocking into me real fast now. He worked his finger in a circle when he was rubbing my clit.
"You have the tightest little cunt I've ever fucked, Taffy."
"It feels great, what you're doing Larry."
"Good, cause I'm gonna shoot up into you in no time. You make me pop real soon, little cousin."
I laughed when he mentioned our relationship. It seemed silly right now, anyway. All I wanted from him was to fuck me and make me come. I loved what we were doing and for the first time that day, I was really glad that he had come over.
Larry was reaming me steadily. I mean that he didn't stop once. He was just banging back and forth, forcing his cock deep into my pussy. Do you know that it feels different when a guy had you that way? Yeah, it feels different.
To me anyway. It feels so great that I love doing it that way, now. But anyway I want to talk about that first time. Larry was banging into me and I was feeling pretty good. He didn't stop working on my pussy, in the front I mean.
I knew that I was going to come pretty soon, and I was moaning and groaning myself. Larry was grunting a little bit, but mostly, the only sound was the shower going.
We were both ready for what was going to happen, and I was kind of hot just thinking about how he was going to shoot into me. It was like I was jerking him off with my pussy.
"You better get ready, Taffy. I'm almost there."
"Okay, it's okay with me, Larry."
Then, suddenly, Larry started pumping into me like crazy. Faster than he had been before. like crazy. He was ramming into my pussy and I was so wet that I was surprised that he didn't slip out.
Except that he's so long and thick that I was hooked onto his cock. I couldn't slip off that if I wanted to. He started ramming me and then before I knew it he was grunting and shooting his hot stuff into me. I bent over and slammed myself back onto his cock.
Larry banged into me like crazy and I started yelling while he was coming all inside me. He was driving me crazy with all that come shooting into my pussy. The stuff started to run down my legs and was all over his balls, too. I know, cause I could feel it.
"You little fucking bitch. You get me real hot!"
Larry was yelling at me while he was coming, but I wasn't listening so good, since I was making it too. I just yelled anyway and then the great feelings started. I couldn't get enough of it. It was something really great.
Larry slammed into me again and again, but finally, like the first time, he was all out of spunk and he just stopped moving. Well, I was still coming, and I didn't want to stop.
"Come on, move that cock. I'm making it!"
He didn't say anything, but he started moving his cock. But it wasn't that hard anymore and I wasn't making it that good from it. I was a little mad, but finally the come stopped and I was pissed off.
We went back to the house, and Larry made up some story about forgetting the present in the house. My father didn't think anything, even though we were late for dinner.
We just told him that we were looking all over for it. It was a pretty good story. I'm kind of sorry that cousin Larry isn't going to be here any more. He could really fuck. Now, even though I do it with the kids, they can't do it the way that he does.
So, whenever I can I try to get guys like Larry. Older guys. They know how to fuck a girl. They really do. I love to be fucked that way. Now, I love getting as often as I can.
CONCLUSION
I was easy to detect in Taffy, the readiness for such an act. She had been involved with various sexual acts, or readiness for them, and she wanted to experience her body as a woman.
Larry was detrimental to her in only one way, I believe. She continued to seek older men. That in itself is not bad, for she will some day find young men as competent and she will accept them.
I do not think she looks for substitutes for Larry as a father figure, but merely as a competent sexual partner. The only ones she had found are older men, but that can change. Otherwise, her instincts and her desires are very healthy and normal.
CASE HISTORY SIX
Subject: Timmy R. Age: Twelve
INTERVIEW ONE
This youngster is very outgoing and was very eager to impart his story to us for the record. He spoke with extreme candor and spirit. He seemed to enjoy the telling of the experience as much as the actual experience itself.
It was a bit surprised by his talk since Timmy looks very young for his age. He is a short child and when he is acting young, he can be mistaken for a ten year old. Nonetheless, his story was interesting and pertinent to our study.
I have not edited the text of his sessions.
They appear below in final form and have not been touched at all.
I think that I could give you a real good story, doctor. I mean, it's true and all that, but I think that it's pretty exciting. I think that I might be the youngest kid in history who got fucked.
Now, from most of the kids around here, I think I was the youngest. I got this girl and she's older than I am. It happened at this party, and most of the guys who were older didn't even know anything about it. That's a real pisser.
The only reason that I got invited to this party was because of my brother. He couldn't go because he was supposed to take care of me. But he didn't really want to.
"Listen, gang, I can't come unless I watch the idiot."
"So, bring him along. We'll stick him in another room while we make it good."
So that was how I got to go to this party. Now, my brother is older than I am. He's four years older and I know that he does it. He doesn't talk to me about it, but I know for sure that he does it.
How do I know? Cause I looked in his pockets once and found the rubbers that he used. I guess that's the thing that all guys use. I don't know how to use them yet. The chick that I was with didn't bother with them.
So here it was. It was back in November. My folks are split and my mother works whenever she can. She's a nurse, but she don't make as much money as you think. And she had to work all these crazy shifts.
It was a Friday night, and Mom was working the shift that lasts till midnight. She told Randy that he had to watch me and if he went someplace that I went or he didn't go. Well, that was okay with me. Randy had some swell friends.
The party started about seven-thirty, and most of the kids didn't show up until eight. We were there early. We heard that there would be some eats, and we always like that. It's not that Mom doesn't cook good, but she just doesn't have the time.
They had some cheese crackers and potato chips and all. Some hamburgers and some hot dogs. They were really super. I spent most of my time eating. But I had to sneak around, because the kids didn't want me at the party.
What they said was that they didn't want the girls to get nervous with a squirt standing around, watching and listening. I didn't get mad. They were right. I was a squirt then. Not now, though.
So, I was in the other room, somebody's bedroom, but I don't know whose. I was watching a television set and munching on some stuff. I was really hungry, and since I was a guest, I was getting a little uptight.
I had to sneak to the John, because they didn't want the girls to see me. And then, I had to sneak into the kitchen to see what I could find. They just didn't want the crummy girls to see me.
Well, I was getting kind of bored and I didn't want to sit and watch television all night. That would be kind of dumb. Anyway, I was getting curious why there wasn't that much noise coming from the next room.
So, I decided to peek and find out what they were doing. When I looked through the crack in the door, I was shocked. Really. I didn't think that guys did this thing. Sure, I had jerked off a lot, but I didn't go in for this kissing shit.
This one guy, I think his name is Bill. He had his hand up his girl's shirt. He was rubbing her tits something wild. She was moaning and kissing and I saw her hand rubbing his pecker.
He didn't have it out or anything, but she was rubbing over his pants. I started getting a hard-on just from watching this action. It was pretty good. No wonder they didn't want me hanging around.
Then I saw one couple and they were really going at it. He was inside her pants and she had his zipper open. She was rubbing his dick up and down and I could almost see it from where I was.
I didn't know if they would be coming in, but I didn't want to be caught, with this hard-on in my pants, too. But when the door opened, I slipped into the closet right by the dresser.
They didn't put the lights on, but the door was open a little to the next room and there was some light from that. I could see enough to get me really horny. He was going to fuck her and there wasn't any doubt about it.
The girl took her pants and shirt off, but the guy only took his pants and shoes off. He was lying on the bed with his shirt and his socks on. His thing was sticking out a mile and though it was long it wasn't very fat.
Well, the girl opens her legs and he's kissing her tits while he is trying to get his dick into her. She was moaning and pulling at his bare ass, and I couldn't help what I was doing while I was watching.
I slid down the zipper on my jeans while I was watching. I did it as quiet as I could and then I took out my cock. It was hard and ready to shoot off. I worked my hand over my cock as I watched them fucking on the bed.
Neither of them was saying anything, but they were breathing kind of hard. He finally got it into her and then he started shoving it all the way in. The chick took her hands off her pussy and his cock and grabbed onto his ass.
She was working her ass up and down and trying to push it into her cunt all the way. She looked hotter than he was, and the guy looked kind of dumb, like he didn't know what he was really doing.
I tried not to make a sound, but it didn't bother the two on the bed. I was in the closet, and I was wetting somebody's shoes. I was splashing up against the door and the wall, and then onto the shoes on the floor.
After I finished jerking off, I started to pay attention to what was going on on the bed. The girl was rubbing her ass all over the place, and the guy was grunting and shoving into her like crazy.
"Not yet, Bill, Come on, not yet!"
"I can't help it, Gloria. Can't help it!"
Then he must have come, cause he nearly screamed. Yeah, I mean it. He was jerking on top of her something wild, and then he just collapsed. He didn't move at all on top of her and she started to yell at him.
"Move you sonofabitch! You can't leave me like this!"
"Look, I can't do anything about it, Gloria. Stop bitching!"
"Get out of here, you bastard. I never want to see you again!"
"Okay, okay!"
He got up off her, and his cock was shining in the light from the other room. It was hanging down and he looked really upset. He sounded like he was mad, but he was embarrassed, I think.
Bill dressed without talking to her, and he turned his back to her. He was slinking out the door and he just closed it. He didn't slam it, like he would have if he was mad, you know.
I still had my dick out, and I was trying to put him away. But, I couldn't manage the zipper without straightening up, and so I figured that I would wait till she left before trying it.
But she didn't move, and I was starting to get cramped, sitting that way.I wanted to move, I couldn't stand it anymore. I guess that I must have made some noise, cause the girl sat up on the bed and looked my way.
"Who's there. Who are you?"
I didn't know what to do except come out of the closet. But I didn't know what to say. I didn't want her to yell or nothing like that.
"Don't get scared. It's only me."
"Who the hell are you?"
"I'm Timmy, Randy's brother."
"Well what are you doing in that closet?"
I had walked over to the bed by then, and she saw that my cock was still out. She laughed at that and pulled me onto the bed. I was really scared of what she might do. After all, she wasn't a kid, you know.
Gloria was pretty. I didn't know her at all. I never even heard Randy talk about her. But she wasn't one of his girlfriends, so that was okay. She knew who he was, at least, so I felt good about that.
"You were watching, weren't you?"
I nodded and she put her hand on my cock. It felt good. No one had ever done that for me before. Never.
"Did you jerk off while you watched?" They might get mad, you know?"
"I wouldn't tell anyone. But I want you to do something for me."
"Yeah, sure. Anything you say."
"Good. That's just great."
She didn't do anything right then, and I was just sitting next to her on the bed. She didn't move. It looked like she was thinking of something, and then she smiled at me and asked me a question.
"How old are you, Timmy?"
"Thirteen," I lied.
"How would you like to get laid?"
INTERVIEW TWO
Since Timmy's recounting of the incident was so full, we ran out of time the first session, and he came back to complete the story. He was very excited when he spoke, and he made sure that he told of each detail, as it happened.
His words were strong and carried the flavor of his personality. He was very proud of telling this story. He made sure that he got in the full story, so that his manhood could be documented. He was very proud of his early arrival into the hallowed state.
I guess you can imagine how shocked I was, doctor, when she said that, but I was not scared. Not me. I never thought much about getting laid, not just yet. I didn't even have a girlfriend.
"Yeah, why not?"
"Okay, you're on."
I didn't know what Gloria was thinking about when she asked me to fuck her. I didn't know what she could get out of it, but I knew that she probably didn't come with that other guy and she was mad.
I was a little scared in one way. I didn't know what to do then, and I figured that if I did it wrong, she might yell at me, like she did with Billy. I didn't want her to yell at me.
She told me to get undressed, and so I took my pants off, like I saw Billy do. I didn't take anything else off, and she started telling me to take them off.
"Come on. To fuck, you've got to take everything off. For me, anyway."
Well, I wasn't going to argue with her, cause I didn't know anything about fucking at all. I just took all my clothes off. I felt like I was in some kind of dream. This didn't seem like it was real.
I felt kind of dumb sitting on the bed without any clothes on. I felt young and really silly, but she was looking at my body and saying how nice it was. She wasn't mean to me. She didn't say things like you'll be nice when you grow up.
I mean that Gloria was really old. She was about sixteen or seventeen. I mean that's old. I bet a lot of people wouldn't believe me, but it's the truth. She was real pretty too, her hair was long and it floated down her back. I didn't know that much about tits, but she had some nice ones. They were big and I put my hand out to touch one of them and she laughed. I stopped and looked at her.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't laughing at you. I was just thinking that you're not that young after all."
"I'm not?"
"You seem to want to touch and learn, don't you?"
"Oh, sure, sure I do."
"You can touch me, if you want to. If you want to, you can touch me anywhere."
I didn't know what she meant, so she took my hand and touched it to her cunt. I mean that. Really. She pulled my hand over her pussy and pushed it into the slit there.
"Does that feel nice to you?"
"Oh, yeah, it does."
"Well, I'm really hot, and I want to feel your cock inside me."
Without realizing how it got there, I looked down and there was a hard-on between my legs. It was really wild. I was looking down at a huge hard-on. She looked at it and she smiled.
"That's a nice cock. I think I'm going to enjoy having your cock inside me."
Then I felt the blood rushing through my cock, and it was starting to pulse, to throb, you know? I must have been really hot for her. I mean hot for some good fucking. Now I know what that means.
"You want to touch my tits?"
"Sure, Gloria."
"Go ahead, touch them."
She smiled and helped me touch her. She held my hand to her tits and rubbed across them. Then she put my fingers around her tips, those small parts and told me to roll them back and forth in my fingers.
"Now, suck on them. That feels good to me.
I was scared, cause I didn't know what to do, but I started to suck on them, just like I would on a lollipop or something like that. She started to moan like she liked it and I was happy that I did it right.
Pretty soon, I rubbed her with one hand and sucked on he;tit with my mouth. I was getting good at it, and she pressed my head to her tits. She was rubbing down on my body and then she grabbed hold of my cock.
"Nice cock. I want him inside me."
I almost yelled when she rubbed my cock. It felt so great, I can't tell you how great. The way she handled my cock was something special. She knew what she was doing. Gloria was a real woman.
Then she fell back onto the bed all the way. She made me come with her and she pulled me down, flat on top of her. She spread her legs apart, just like she had done with Billy on top of her and started to move her hips a little. "Did you watch closely, Timmy."
"What do you mean?"
"You think you can do what you have to."
"Sure."
I tried to get my cock somewhere in her pussy, but I wasn't getting anyplace. I just didn't know how to move on top of her. So, when she saw that I was having a hard time, without saying anything, she started to move.
She put her hand down there and pulled her pussy lips apart. Then she put her hand on my dick and guided it into her pussy. Right like that. She moved the tip of my prick around until it was in the center of the hole.
"Now, push into it. Just push."
I tried, and when I felt the fantastic feeling all over the tip of my cock, I didn't have much of a problem. It was wet inside her, and I remembered that Billy's prick had shone in the light of the room.
I was getting real hot and I wanted to get off, but I tried to remember what Billy had done wrong. I didn't know what to do that was right or wrong and I was kind of scared.
But, Gloria didn't seem very worried. She was working her pussy over my cock and she looked like she was enjoying it a lot. I mean really. She was making faces and grabbing hold of my cock when she pushed up on my prick.
Gloria was pushing my cock in from the back. She grabbed hold of the part that was still sticking out and tickled it and pressed on it. What a wild feeling! It was too much. Just too much. She even played with my balls.
"You really have a nice cock, Timmy. No fooling."
"Thanks, Gloria. It feels great where I am."
"Good. I'm gonna come first, and then I'll make you come."
"Sure, anything you say."
I tried to move the way that she was moving, but it didn't always work, but she made sure that she was squirming her ass all around. I was getting the thrill of my life.
Then, in the middle, I started thinking about what I would do afterwards. I was wondering who I could tell. Should I tell Randy first? Or should I tell one of my friends. That was what was going through my head when I was inside her.
Well, she was squirming all around and I was getting hotter and hotter. She was all wet and the stuff was all over my cock, too. I mean, that it was all over me. Down my balls, too. It felt good to me.
Gloria was getting really steamed. She was rubbing her tight pussy all over my cock and I loved it. I was getting the hang of it. Now, I wasn't so scared. It was easier to enjoy it now.
I was really getting into it.
"Just move a little bit more, now, Timmy and I think I'll make it."
Gloria was getting real excited. She was shoving my ass down against her to push my dick into her really far. I was surprised how far in I was. All of my cock was up inside of her.
"That's it, Timmy. You're good for a kid."
I didn't take notice of what she was saying then, cause I was feeling the beginnings of my come. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to come right the cause she hadn't come just yet.
I tried everything I could think of except not moving. I didn't know about that when I was fucking her for the first time. So, right in the middle of her moving all around, I stopped.
"What's the matter, Timmy? Come on, move."
"I think I'm gonna come, Gloria. I don't want to be bad with you."
"Well, I'm close, so keep moving. That's the only way I can come."
"Okay."
So I started to move again, and this time, I felt a little better. That bad time passed and I was able to start fucking her without coming first. I felt much better after that. I didn't want to do what Billy had done.
"Oh, Timmy, that's it. That's it."
"Wow, this feels great, Gloria. I love it."
"You just keep on doing it, Timmy. That's it."
She started moaning and groaning and she was moving faster than ever then. She was slamming her cunt up against my cock and I felt as though she was doing the fucking to me.
Then the stuff started oozing out onto my cock and she was rubbing all over on me. She was yelling and jerking all around.
"Great! Fuck me, Timmy. Fuck me!"
I was trying hard to keep up that fucking, but she was there, squeezing the life out of me. Well, I did just what I had to do. I started yelling and then, the juice was shooting out of me.
I yelled and jerked my body into hers. She was coming all over me and I was shooting into her. It was the greatest feeling of my life. Believe me, doctor, it was. You had to be there to know what it was like.
We were panting on top of each other and we didn't say nothing for a while. She seemed very happy. She just looked up at me and smiled. She was very happy, that's all I can tell you.
"Timmy, you're the best guy I've had in all my life."
"Yeah, really?"
"You sure are. I don't need Billy anymore with you around."
"I guess that's right."
Well, we were talking for a while, and then someone opened the door and tried to come in, but Gloria yelled at them and they backed out the door. I don't know who it was, but pretty soon, the guy who was giving the party came in.
"Hey, Gloria. I don't know what you're doing in here, but there are a couple of other people who want to use the room. Okay?"
"I'll get up when I'm ready. Don't you bother me."
She was really something. She told them all to go to hell. We talked for a little while, but then, I was getting hungry again, and I was getting tired. It was getting late, and I had to go home with Randy.
I saw her a couple of times, but that wasn't all that I did after I saw her. Now I knew what I was doing. She taught me how to fuck, that's true, doctor, but I think I got a natural talent for this thing.
Anyway, most of my girlfriends like it. Not many of them fuck yet, but the ones who do, really like my cock. I'm pretty popular right now. There are some girls who are waiting to go out with me.
I'm not kidding. Honest. I don't go out all that much. Glorialikes to go out with Billy anyway. I don't know why, but it was sure lucky for me that she had that fight with him that night.
I ended up telling Randy when we got home. He wanted to know what had been going on in there, and I told him the truth. He wouldn't believe me at first, but when I described it to him, he had to believe me.
Now he looks at me differently, but he made me swear that I would never tell my mother. Then she wouldn't ever let Randy take me anywhere. She might be afraid that I was getting into something that was too old for me.
I kind of miss Gloria. She was a real girl. She knew how to do it. Now, I have to teach most of my friends. There are a couple of girls that like to do it a lot. They're the ones that I go with most now.
But, just the same, Gloria taught me this, and I would go with her anytime she asked me to. She had a right to, I think. It was really the greatest, doc. The best time in my life.
CONCLUSION
Timmy, though he may have exaggerated in some parts of his tale, showed a very healthy enjoyment of his role in the sexual world. He liked what he did and he showed it very clearly.
Having been in the right place at the right time was indeed lucky for the young man, but he certainly has used his experience to good advantage. He has accepted the incident for what it was and gone on to his own friends and acquaintances.
I cannot see this as anything but a healthy adjustment to his circumstances. Timmy is indeed very proud of what he can do, and at the age that he is. He holds it as a triumph, and talks about it with little prompting. He is very happy and with good reason.
CASE HISTORY SEVEN
Subject: Betty B. Age: Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Betty is a very petite teenager. She wears her honey blonde hair in pigtails most of the time, and is what most people would describe as "cute." She was a bit reticent when we first began the interview, but as we got into the heart of the matter, she lost her shyness and spoke freely.
Betty's family is rather well to do and her experiences did not exactly parallel the stories the others told. She does not spend all her time with her peers at the school, and thus, a greater amount of time with her parents' friends.
Her transcript was not edited. These are her own words.
I don't know if I can tell you everything that went on. I mean that some things are very private. Anyway, that's what I was taught when I was little. My parents have their privacy and I have mine. I don't often go around telling things like this.
Of course, I realize that many girls do that. They sit around in their little cliques and chit chat about all the fun they had on Saturday night with their boyfriend. I think that's awfully silly, in the least.
But, I believe that you will respect the confidence that you say you will, and I kind of enjoy talking about this to someone. I haven't told anyone about this at all. It was a nice time and I enjoyed it a lot.
During the summer, I met someone thru my parent's friends. They're a nice couple and their son is a wonderful person. He's nineteen, and really good-looking. I liked him from the first time that we met. He is so strong and manly.
Dennis is in college, and he's going to be a lawyer. He was talking to me about how tough law school will be after college and then the bar examinations. He's very mature for his age, I can tell you that.
He wants to be a lawyer so that he can help the people who don't have good lawyers. He's tall and he has muscles that could pull a ship out of the water. He seemed to like me and I liked him right away.
Now, I hadn't been with many boys before that. I know that sometimes, things would go on at the parties that my parents gave, but that wasn't any of my business. That was for the adults.
I can't say that I wasn't interested in what went on, but the most I had ever done before this was to kiss and to hug the boys. They weren't that pushy or anything, so I didn't get any real experience in that. I wasn't the pushy kind, myself.
Well, anyway, Dennis and I got to know each other when our parents were together on the boat. His parents have this great boat. It's a yacht and it has enough sleeping room for everybody. But, the grown-ups were drinking and talking on the deck during the day.
Dennis and I were in the dining room, and he was making me some lemonade. I don't drink soda. That's much too dangerous. I try to keep to the intelligent way of eating. Anyway, he was making me some lemonade and we were talking. We liked each other right from the start.
Then we went up onto the deck, to drink the lemonade and to get some sun. He and I were lying down on the front of the boat when he asked me what I was doing that night.
"Oh, I don't know. Is there anything going on?"
"There's always a dance going on at the yacht club. Would you like to go somewhere?"
"That would be nice, Dennis."
My folks were happy that Dennis asked me out. They said that they were hoping that he might, but they don't believe in match-making. I appreciate that. It would be really bad if they did that.
Dennis's parents and mine went to the yacht club for the evening and Dennis picked me up at my house. I wore a new outfit that I had gotten the week before. It was all white. A skirt and a jacket with a sleeveless tank top underneath. It was really sharp.
He was wearing a nice outfit. Everything looks good on him, if you know what I mean. We hadn't actually decided that we would go to the yacht club dance. Anyway, I didn't want to be with our parents all night long.
"Any place special that you want to go?"
"No, Dennis, not really."
"Good. I've got some ideas for our evening."
"Really? Tell me. It's sounds exciting."
He was standing close to me then, and he put his arms around me. He hadn't kissed me up to this time, and when he touched me, I felt a shock go through me. It was so fantastic. He pulled me to him and when his lips touched mine, I thought that I would faint.
But he was holding me so close that I couldn't have fallen if I wanted to. I am much shorter than he is, and he was almost holding me in the air, high in his arms. The feeling was magnificent. Really wild.
He stopped kissing me, but he was still holding me, and I looked into his eyes. He was trying to tell me something. I knew that. He was telling me with his eyes that he wanted me.
I have to admit that I wasn't that much into fucking then. I didn't have the time or the opportunity to get involved with it. But now all that was different. Dennis was someone who would show me everything. That kiss told me everything would be wonderful with him.
"I want to make it with you."
I couldn't answer just then. I didn't know what to say. I wanted to be with him and do whatever it was that we were going to do, but I didn't know how to say the words. Instead of saying anything, I just kissed him back.
This time, though, instead of just kissing me, he pushed his tongue into my mouth and I felt a sudden shock go through me again. It was something that I had never felt before. It was something wild. I wanted more of it and when he put me down, finally, I knew that I was going to do it with him.
We got into his car and went for a drive. I hadn't had any dinner, so we went to a small restaurant. The owner knew his family, and so, when we ordered some wine, they didn't say anything. I had a little, since I don't like the taste too much yet, and we had a great time.
But I was kind of anxious to go, after we finished dinner. It was still kind of early. My folks wouldn't be back from the dance until very early in the morning, so we didn't have to worry about that, but I was anxious to do what we had been doing before. I have to tell you that I was thinking about it all during dinner and I wanted to get back to it.
We got back into his car and we started driving. We were heading for his house. His parents were with mine at the club, and we couldn't take the chance of using the boat for some privacy.
He drove up the driveway and parked the car in the back of the house. We went in the side entrance, that opens out onto the garden. It was really a lovely house. It is so nicely done, really. His mother has good taste in decorating.
Since we were on the garden patio, we stayed there. It is really a lovely place. There are two loveseats, and they swing. Everything is so nicely done. It was like being in a fairyland. The furniture is white.
By the time I was sitting on the loveseat, Dennis started kissing me again. He hadn't done anything in the car on the way over. But now, he put his arms around me. It was more comfortable this way.
You see, since he is taller than I am, it was awkward when we were standing up. But now, we were level and our lips met easily. It was like kissing a bolt of lightning. It was that wonderful.
Once he started kissing me, I could tell that he didn't want to stop. I knew then that I wasn't going to. There was too much to learn and to enjoy with him. I knew that he could teach me anything that I needed to know.
Before much time passed, instead of kissing, Dennis was holding me close and his hands started to wander. He was reaching over and touching my breasts with his fingers and the thrill that went through me, surprised me. I didn't think that anything could be that fantastic.
Dennis was getting aroused when I touched him that way. I was sitting close to him and then, he pulled me into his lap. I was sitting in his lap, on his cock, in reality. That was when
I felt something very strong underneath me.
I didn't know what it was then, but "I found out very soon. I was very excited. I mean that I couldn't sit still. I could feel my pussy getting itchy. I wanted to touch it just to make it feel better, but I couldn't do that in front of Dennis.
He wanted to do it for me though, I found out later on. He was rubbing his fingers over my breasts, and he put his hand under my blouse and squeezed hard on my nipples. I almost jumped, and when I did, I pressed down on his cock and he moaned.
"That feels great, Betty. I want to do all the other things with you right now."
"What other things, Dennis?"
"Wait a minute. Are you a virgin?"
"Yes." t "You mean that you never did it with a guy before?"
"Nope. I never did. Is that bad?"
He hesitated. But then, he smiled and kissed the tip of my nose. He didn't take his hand away from my breasts, but he wasn't squeezing them anymore, either. I felt funny. Uncomfortable, you know. like something was wrong.
"What's the matter, Dennis?"
"Oh, nothing. I just feel a little funny."
"Why?"
"I just never did it to a virgin before."
"Well, I can't help it. It's not my fault."
I felt terrible. I wanted to run away and hide. He didn't want to do anything to me anymore. I could tell. I started to pull away from him. I just couldn't sit there with him watching me and being uncomfortable with me there.
But, as I did that, Dennis pulled me against him. He rubbed his fingers against my tits again, and started to soothe me. He was holding me tight and I couldn't get away from him.
"Come on, I didn't mean that I didn't want you."
"You said ... "
"I said that I never did it with virgin before. That's all that I said. Stop jumping to conclusions."
I couldn't say anything just then. I was feeling funny. I didn't want him to stop rubbing on my nipples, but I was still upset from thinking that he didn't want me. It was a strange combination of feelings.
I felt his cock get really hard again, and he started to kiss my cheeks and my nose. He was heading down my neck with his kisses and I thought that I would die from the fantastic feeling.
"You know, it might be lots of fun to do it to you. I never thought about it before, but it might be a lot of fun."
I didn't care what he was saying, I just didn't want him to stop touching me and kissing me. I didn't want him to stop rubbing my tits or stop kissing me the way he was. I didn't know what the feeling in my pussy was, but I wanted more of it.
When Dennis put his hand under my skirt, though, I thought that I might faint. He slipped his fingers underneath my panties and started to rub his fingers into my pussy. I felt as though something was bursting in my head. When his fingers touched that tiny bump there, I thought that I would die.
He pulled me up a little on his lap and then he poked his finger into my vagina. You know, he pushed his finger right into the opening and then, he smiled.
"You're all wet, Betty. How nice?"
"I feel so strange, Dennis. like I can't sit still or anything like that."
"That's good. Maybe this won't be so bad after all."
Before too long, Dennis picked me up from his lap and laid me on the loveseat. I fit into the seat and I waited for him. I didn't know what he was going to do. But I didn't have to wait long to find out.
He pulled my panties off, completely and I felt so bad. I mean not terrible, but sort of wicked. Being there with no panties on was great. But, as I was thinking that, Dennis started to unzip and unbuckle his pants. I watched him, fascinated. I had never seen a man's cock before.
Dennis pulled his pants all the way down and then sat on the seat again. Then he pulled me on top of him, you know, sitting across his lap. That big thing was sticking up in front of me and I was thrilled by the look of it.
"I'm going to sit you on my cock."
"How do you do that?"
"I lift you up like this and then I shove it into your pussy."
"In there, where your finger was?"
"That's right."
"How will you get it in? It looks so big."
"That's the fun of it, Betty. And the fantastic feeling that goes with it."
I didn't say anything. I still felt as though I wanted to have him do it. I was curious as to how he could get it in there. I got more interested as he lifted me up and then I started to use my knees to hold myself up.
"That's it. Adjust yourself over me. like that."
He was watching my face as he did it. He seemed very interested in my expression. I couldn't help it. It was too exciting for me to play games. I wanted him to show me everything.
I closed my eyes when he started to pull me down on his cock. The feeling was so very different. I didn't know what to expect. The stretching feeling was something that I had never experienced before. It was really wild.
Dennis kept pushing down on my hips and I thought that I would split apart from the width of his cock. But I didn't. All that happened was that I started feeling some fantastic feeling in my pussy.
Dennis was breathing hard and he grunted once. Then he started to lift me upward off his cock, and I got confused. I looked at him. I wondered if that was all there was to it.
"Is that all?"
"Hell no. I'm gonna rub it in over and over again. Now, lift up and then come back down on it."
I got the idea of what it was about then, and I eagerly took to it. I worked my weight well on my knees and found it was as nice coming off his cock as going on. But when I slammed my weight down on Dennis, I saw stars. Really, it was something else.
Dennis put his head back and started to pump upward toward me. He was pushing his cock up into me and he looked like he was enjoying it, too. I liked that. I wanted him to like fucking me. That was part of the fun.
We must have been at it for some time, cause then, Dennis started to moan and get kind of frantic. I was about to start to come, I think, but I got distracted by him.
"What's the matter, Dennis?"
"I can't hold out much longer, Betty. Your cunt is so tight it's driving me crazy!"
"I think something is going to happen to me, Dennis. I feel so strange."
"Just keep on pumping like that."
So that was what I did. I started to ride him, but as the feeling increased, I started to ride faster and faster. I couldn't stop. It was as if the faster I went, the faster I had to keep going. Then finally, something happened. I didn't know what it was, at first.
"Dennis, something is happening to me!"
"Just relax and let it come. Come on, that's it."
I yelled and rocked and pumped up and down like crazy on his cock and then, the fantastic feelings started to happen. I mean that they really crashed through me. I was going wild, and the juice from my pussy was oozing all over his cock. It was wetting him like crazy and even myself.
Each time I rode up on his cock, the juice would ooze all over him. But, then while I was going crazy with my come, he started pumping into me like a madman. He was grunting and then, he yelled out.
"That cunt is squeezing the come out of me!"
Then, something very hot started to shoot into my pussy, and it was the wildest feeling that I ever had. He was yelling and grunting and shooting that stuff into my pussy, while I still came.
We kept riding and moving like that for quite a while, but finally, Dennis just stopped and was panting like crazy. He was really, pooped and he just stopped. Every now and then, a quiver went through his body. It was wild.
Then, after a while, Dennis lifted me up and his cock fell out of my pussy. Now it was soggy and limp. All the stuff was coming out of my pussy and onto his legs, but he didn't seem to mind at all.
"Wow, that was something else. You're great."
"I never felt anything like it in my life before. Crazy, really crazy."
"We'll have to do this a lot this summer. I liked it. How about you?"
"Oh, Dennis, you know how I feel, don't you?"
Then I buried my head in his neck and he held me. It was so wonderful then, I didn't worry about anything. It was like something out of a movie. Something so very exciting.
We went upstairs later on and washed up, and then we talked a bit more. But, he figured that I should go home then, since we would probably get involved again and that would make it late.
We made arrangements to meet the next day and then he drove me home. I was floating on a cloud when we said goodnight. When he kissed me goodnight, I thought about the time we had been locked together fucking, and I started to get excited again.
Well, we spent most of the summer together, and we did it a lot. After that, he went back to school, and now I write him. But, just the same, I know that he sees girls at school and I date other guys here.
I don't think that I could live without some fucking. I love the feeling now. I know a lot more than I did that first night, but I'll never forget the feeling that I had then. I was in heaven.
I'm sort of seeing one guy more than the rest, but I don't have a thing for him. I think about Dennis a lot, and wonder if we'll spend next summer together. That would be really nice, I think. I've learned so much since that time, this time it would be really fun.
CONCLUSION
Betty has shown that her introduction to intercourse was one most girls would like to have. She was involved romantically with the young man and the experience had double meaning for her.
There is no evidence to support any problem with her sexuality from this point on, and she is now exhibiting very healthy attitudes towards her own sexuality. Her desire to spend the time with someone that she cares about, as well as desires, is most encouraging.
I see no problems with this girl's development and hold only the highest expectations for a balanced attitude towards herself in every respect.
CASE HISTORY EIGHT
Subject: Donna D. Age: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Donna is a lovely, talented, sweet, gifted girl. She is pretty and quiet, with auburn hair that is thick and beautiful. She smiled a lot, and seems very happy with her life. When I first heard her story, I was very confused.
I would have expected her to be most disturbed by the story that she told me, but she showed no problem whatsoever. Only later on, did we get to her understanding and appreciation and I was amazed.
Her own words will explain what I found initially.
I usually help my mother out with the shopping whenever I can. She is busy with my younger brothers and sisters and she even holds down a part-time job, so I try to help her.
Well, one afternoon, about four months ago, she asked me to go to the grocery store and get something for her. I don't drive and this place is pretty close to the house. That way, I can get something without getting her into the car to go to the shopping center.
Anyway, I had to get a few things, mostly the things we use up everyday, like milk and bread. It was only a little thing and I went cheerfully. I like to be of help.
It was after school, and I remember that I was wearing my plaid skirt and my sweater. I change after school sometimes, but then, sometimes I don't. That day, I hadn't changed yet, though I intended to.
I got to the store and there was something strange about the place. The man who owns it wasn't behind the counter, and it as very quiet. I walked all the way in, looking for him. The milk refrigerator is in the back of the store anyway, and I had to get some.
Before I could do anything, I felt someone reach out and pull me sharply. I yelled but then, the man put something over my face. I don't know what it was, but I couldn't see anything. Later on, I found out that it was a sack of some kind.
"Just don't say anything and you'll be okay."
The voice was disguised a little, but I thought that I recognized it. It was startling. I was pretty scared, but something told me that everything wasn't right. I couldn't place the voice right then.
The man led me outside in the back of the store. I was getting very frightened but I felt something next to me, like a gun, and I didn't know what else to do except obey him.
But then, when we got into the back room, the man locked the door and pulled the sack off my head. Then I knew why I recognized the man. It was the brother of the store owner. I was really confused then.
"Gee, I bet I scared you. Sometimes, I like to play games."
He was holding a toy gun in his hand and I really was relieved to see that. I was about to walk towards the door. I still had to buy the milk and the bread before going home, but he stopped me with his arm.
"Come on, don't go so soon. I have to mind the store and I get kind of lonely. Have you ever been lonely?"
"Sure. But I have homework to do and I have to get home to my mother. She's waiting for me."
"That's too bad. Well maybe you can play with me for a while, anyway.
I didn't know this man too well, but I knew him enough to know that he was somewhere in his forties and he shouldn't have been playing this way. Before I could say anything to that though, he did something else.
He quickly pulled the zipper down on his pants and pulled out his cock. It was really big and he had half a hard-on. But then, while I watched him, he started to rub himself. He got very big, all of a sudden. I was surprised and I just watched him. It was fascinating to see it grow that way.
Now, I've necked with boys and I know, but I've never done anything like that with them. I have to say that I was interested. And then, something strange popped into my mind. If I did something with this man, then I could always say that he forced me to do it.
There was the toy gun and the sack he put over my head. I could always accuse him of rape. But then, the thought went away and I figured that I better be getting on home. I tried to step past him, but he grabbed my hand and put it on his cock.
That stopped me. He felt so hot that I enjoyed it. It was something crazy inside me. I didn't think anything about it before I started to rub his cock with my hand. We were there by the door, and then he led me to the desk back there.
I was still holding onto his cock and the head was enormous. I started thinking about being stuffed with that and the idea excited me. I was beginning to enjoy myself.
Now, one thing that you have to understand is that I do many things on impulse. I suddenly wanted to let him fuck me. I mean it. That may sound crazy, but it's the way that it happened.
He pulled down my panties under my skirt and started to play with my pussy. He fiddled with my clitoris and when he rubbed in a circular motion, I started to get really excited.
Well, here was an opportunity without all the fuss. I got the feeling that he wouldn't really force me to do something like that, but he certainly could cooperate with me.
After that, it was all pretty easy. He was pretty interested in my pussy and I let him do what he wanted to do. I found it very pleasing, though I didn't feel any kind of attachment to the situation.
He got down on his knees and he poked his nose into my pussy. I didn't do anything. Then, he pushed his tongue into my pussy. He was licking like crazy and the pleasure was rather full.
He kept thrusting his tongue deeply into my pussy. The pangs of need were beginning to come alive, but that was only better. I thought about the thick cock that he had and waited for the time when he would push that into me too.
It was wild to see his head buried in my crotch, and the feelings that went along with it were wild. I was rubbing myself against his tongue and I wanted to crush his head against my pussy. It was that good.
"Ohhh, I wonder how that big cock would feel in my pussy?"
He picked his head up and looked at me. He was smiling, as if his fondest dream was coming true.
"You do?"
"You're getting me so hot doing this that I want the other thing too."
"Sure, I'll do that to you."
Then he pushed me onto the desk and pushed my legs apart. He held my legs high in the air. He came near me with his cock and he placed the very tip of it up against the place where he had been licking. It felt really great when he did that and I closed my eyes, waiting for more of it.
"You really want to feel what it's like, hah?"
"I sure do. Why else would I have asked you to do it?"
"I know. But, I like to tease a little first, okay?"
"Okay, but just a little. I don't have much time and I want to do it with you."
He kept rubbing his cock up and down along the slit and then he started to poke the head in when he got to the opening again. I held my breath, and waited for him to push in all the way.
That's when he did it to me. He started to push the head in for real this time. He was getting very excited and so was I. The sensation of having his cock thrust into my pussy was something that was wild.
The very tip was in me and I couldn't believe how big his cock was. It felt bigger than it looked. The thing must have been two inches around, and it felt like a cannon going into me.
The sensation of the two together was wild. It was so sexy. I started to move around as he did that. The movement only made the cock go in faster. I gasped as the thick thing went almost all the way in. I felt something sharp and then there was a pain.
Honestly, I had forgotten about the pain. I never thought about it. But, when it came, I was frightened. I started to think about what I had gotten myself into by asking him to do this, and I started to freeze up.
"No, no, that hurts, now. Stop."
"I'm going to stop. I'm going to shoot off inside you."
"No, it hurts, stop."
"No!"
He had broken my cherry, but I didn't realize that the pain would go away after that happened. I was still yelling and he seemed to have gone wild. He was grunting and shoving it into me like crazy.
I couldn't do anything about it. My legs were spread wide and he was in complete control of the situation. It felt crazy. I was thumping all over the desk and I hit something. I screamed and something fell.
That was wild. He just kept fucking me, and when I got too far from him on the desk, he slid me forward onto his cock. The stretching that I was getting was amazing. I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't been there.
I was getting excited again. The pain was gone and I was getting into the mood again. It was coming back to me, and the more violent it became, the hotter I got. I could feel the cream oozing out of my pussy again. Now it was getting really wet.
With the wetness and his thrusts, I felt myself starting to come. It was wild. I just lay there, and there wasn't anything I could do to stop it now. And I didn't want to. Really, I didn't.
While I was standing there, he rammed his cock deeply into my pussy and that triggered something. I lay there, writhing and moaning as my come started.
It was something crazy. Something like I never felt before. I was getting wet from myself and from the great friction of his thick cock. He was grunting as he shoved into me, and somehow, my pussy started to move. I mean it was doing something.
"Damn bitch. You're squeezing me to death."
I had dreamed about fucking, but I never had the guts to do it before. But now there would be nothing stopping me. I wasn't a virgin anymore and that all the fucking I did from now on wouldn't count.
Again and again I felt the fantastic feeling going through me and he was yelling something. But when he started to shoot his come into me, then I couldn't ignore him.
"There, take that, you bitch!"
He shot another load of come into me and I was staggered by the forcefulness of it and the heat of his come. It was like nothing I had ever known or expected at all.
"Sweet cunt, take all that cream!"
Even after he stopped moving, my come continued. It was fantastic, and I didn't want it to stop ever. Now, i was free to do whatever
I wanted to do. That damned cherry was gone forever.
I lay there, with his cock still stuck all the way in, and my pussy throbbing all over it. The cream from his cock was running down my ass and was all over his balls too.
He pulled his cock out of me and it dangled damply against his pants. It wet his pants, but he didn't notice it. I was watching the funny look that he had on him and wondered for the first time if I would get hurt.
But, it turned out all right. He was just incredulous. He couldn't believe that anyone would give in to him this way, and demand nothing from him. That stopped him from doing something terrible, I think.
I started to get up, but he pushed me back down and then I got scared. I didn't know what he was going to do.
"I really have to go, you know."
"I know. There's just something that I like to do."
He pushed my legs open and started to lap the spilled cream all over my pussy. He licked and licked all of his and my cream up. He didn't miss a spot or a drop. In fact, he started to eat me again, and I can't say that I minded it at all.
When he finished, he helped me down and got my panties for me. I put them on and said goodbye. But then, I realized that I still needed the milk and the bread.
"Excuse me, but I came in to buy something. I still have to bring them home."
"Oh, yeah, sure. What was that?"
"Some milk and some bread."
I got the milk and he got the bread and then he put them in the bag. He gave the bag to me and nodded goodbye. I didn't say anything and walked out. I didn't pay for it at all.
I never said anything to anyone about it after that. I didn't feel any need to. I hadn't really been hurt and I really asked for it. He didn't do anything that I didn't want him to at all.
Hell, now, I can do anything that I want to, and fuck any guy that I please. I feel a lot freer than I used to, and I'm having a lot of fun now. But then, later on, I heard something that I didn't think about.
I heard that man tried that on someone else, and the girl resisted him and he hurt her. He hit her a lot and finally she fainted and hurt herself when she did. He was arrested by the police and now I think he's in jail.
I suppose that I should have thought about it, but I didn't. Not really. I wasn't trying to resist him. I wasn't thinking about getting hurt. I guess that I was lucky that's all.
CONCLUSION
As you can see, I found this story difficult to comprehend. The girl exhibited no fear in a situation that would normally have been frightening. She used the situation to her advantage.
Donna shows no sign of being traumatized by the event. She spoke about it with calm and some detachment. She showed signs of arousal when she was talking about the more explicit parts of it, but that was all.
I can see no evidence of any lasting trauma in her, and I have to admit that she seems to be enjoying a very normal sex life. She told of going out with different boys and enjoying each for himself.
That indicates every sign of her lasting health in regard to herself and her sexuality. She has already shown her ability to handle herself in difficult situations and the like.
CASE HISTORY NINE
Subject: Sally T. Age: Thirteen.
INTERVIEW ONE
Sally is a slim girl who has long brown hair and a figure which is athletic, and just beginning to show development. She is about five feet six inches, with a clear complexion, and blue eyes. Her marks are B average in school, and she excels in most sports including tennis and swimming. She is popular in her class, and appears to have many friends. Her best subjects in junior high school are art and composition. She is a little young for her ninth grade class average age, but does not seem to be in danger of of falling behind ,or neglecting her studies. The girl is also well liked by her home room teacher, and doesn't require any special discipline. The only reason she was brought to the attention of the interviewer was because she seemed to be daydreaming a considerable amount, and not paying attention. The frank interview was designed to determine what was on the mind of this otherwise normal and popular girl. Sally T.'s own words follow:
I can't say why I seem to be thinking of other things all the time. I like my studies and all my teachers. I certainly don't want to fall behind in my studies.
My ambition is to go to college when I graduate in four years and become an artist. I want to live in Spain and paint. But that is a long time from now.
I suppose there is a reason for my staring into space all the time. Even my mother began to notice it too and asked me. I just told her that I was thinking up pictures to paint in art class.
I don't think she suspects anything. And my father is so seldom around the house that he wouldn't notice. Just my teacher realized I wasn't listening in class anymore.
Well, I'll tell you. But you must promise that nobody else will ever know. I wouldn't want to talk about it, but it is really important that I keep up my marks. My grandfather will give me two thousand dollars when I graduate from high school, and I want to use that for more art lessons.
Well, you see, I found something strange about myself. I don't think it is really abnormal or anything from what I have read. It is just that I get bored playing with children my own age. The boys are so silly, and the girls only talk about what kids are doing well in the league teams, and that kind of stuff doesn't interest me.
Well, I guess I will tell you from the beginning. But please, nobody must ever know. My dad would throw me out of the house, and I would never get to go to Europe. And there is nothing I want more than to get out of this surburban community. I never liked growing up, and I go to travel films about Europe when I can, and look at TV all the time. I especially like the foreign films which show the Spanish and Italian boys, who I think are much more sexy.
Well, that's what I am getting at, I guess.
There is a boy who taught me things I never knew before, but I imagined lying there on my bed after doing my homework. I like to buy those men's magazines which show the boys naked, and their cocks and balls in little g-strings, or maybe not covered at all. I guess some of those magazines are for fag boys, you know, gays, but that doesn't matter. They look masculine and really turn me on.
Anyway, I got to playing with myself in bed and looking at those photos, and I got so sexy I could eventually make myself come, beginning when I was ten, just by looking at the pictures, closing my eyes, and not even fingering myself after all. I would just shut my eyes tight and press my legs together in a certain way that after squeezing them for a few minutes, I would have this terrific feeling. It was an orgasm, as I have read in books. I love it so much.
I was doing it every night in bed. But then after looking at those men's magazines so much, I just knew I would have to find a boy to stick his ... you know ... in there and make me really feel it. Well, I had some real luck.
You see, I know that the girls in my class talk about these things a lot, but none of them have ever had a boy yet. My community is pretty conservative, you know, not like some schools in the city.
So, anyway. I had noticed that this man who takes care of the horses where I go riding sometimes, always, treats me in a special way. I mean, he's the riding instructor as well as the groom. I guess Ron is about twenty-five years old or something. But that makes him about twelve years older than me. My parents would really freak out if they knew what was happening.
Anyway, what was going on was this. He always wears these very tight blue jeans at the stable. He knew I was kind of enjoying looking at his penis, the way it sort of stood out in a lump in his pants.
But I guess he really made the first move. Whenever he would help me on the horse, he would kind of give me a shove so that my crotch always came in contact with his fingers. You know, he would be sort of fingering with my cunt . ... excuse me . ... when ever I mounted the horse, then he would give me a big smile when I was in the saddle.
The thing is I immediately knew what he was doing, but I never really told him to cut it out or anything. What I would do was take longer getting up into the saddle so that he had to keep pressing me there. It gave him a chance to finger me longer. I would get so horny in the beginning that I would sort of come in my pants. I let him know that one day by slipping back into his hands, and coming almost midway in the stirrup. He could feel me trembling and I screamed too.
Soon after that I began to leave my panties off, and I just wore these very faded blue jeans, thin and worn. He began to get the message, and really rubbed me a lot as he boosted me into the saddle.
Then do you know what I did one day? Well, I took a razor blade and slit the seam of my jeans, so that in fact it was all open between my legs. The jeans on the inside of my thighs were kind of hanging in flaps. Then I went to the riding academy.
Fortunately Ron was on duty that day. I might have freaked out if the other boy, Sam, was on duty, because he doesn't turn me on at all.
Well, it all happened just like I expected. He helped me up on my favorite horse when he did, his hand went right up to my crotch and he felt my skin, and my little tuft, and he was so surprised for a moment he drew back, Then, he pretended nothing was any different, and he put his hand, and his middle fingers right up into my you-know-what. , Well, my thing was broken, because I do a lot of riding and sports, you understand, but I had never broken it when I used to play with myself, and no boy, or girl, for that matter ... ha,ha ... had ever been up there.
Well, that day, about three months ago it was, Ron knew that I was teasing him, and that I was serious too, for anything he could give me. I wasn't just pretending. I don't like those kind of games.
So, anyway, he got on his horse too, and we rode out to the countryside, and got away from the three others in the riding group. It wasn't hard, because one of them is an experienced rider, and can supervise the rest. So he took he to this quiet, beautiful part of the forest, where we dismounted and walked into a sort of glen with pine needles all over the ground ... so soft.
Then it all began to happen, and it was the most wonderful thing that had ever taken place in my life. Ron started by kissing me, and then he lowered me to the ground in this very calm, unhurried way and lay beside me. He kissed me long and hard, and then he moved his head down along my chest to my waist and then between my legs, and he put his face there where my pants were cut open. He lifted up the flaps, and he started to put his mouth on my . ... my cunt, right . ... and began kissing me, and sticking his tongue in. I can tell you, I was just rolling around, it felt so good ... and all. Then, he took my blouse off and started kissing my breasts, which are not very big, but it felt so good I just can't imagine how good it's going to be when I get bigger.
Then he took my hand and put it between his legs, and I opened the buttons on his jeans and I felt this enormous....cock . ... I might as well get used to saying it ... I've gotten so used to feeling it ...
I began rubbing him, and jerking him off, and he got all wet. We were down on the pine needle floor of the forest and the birds were singing and he took my head down and placed it gently around his . ... cock, and I started sucking a man for the first time in my life. He really loved it, Ron, did, I can tell you.
Well, soon we had all our clothes off,and I had a good look at his body and he was beautiful, and I sucked his cock, and when it was all slimy he put it inside me, and it went in so smoothly, and didn't hurt at all like I expected.
And we were there alone in the forest, and he did it to me, over and over again, and I experienced what it was like to come and come and come, and I licked him, over and over and I came and he screwed me until the sun went down.
Ever since then I have been dreaming about pricks, about Rons cock, and I can't study, and....and I want to get fucked all the time. I meet him whenever I can, and I paint pictures of his cock in art class, and I just want to get fucked all day and night long. I am not even fourteen years old yet. What will it be like when I am fifteen and sixteen?
INTERVIEW TWO
So, as I was saying before. He is always sucking me off. I am always eating his cock . ... It is taking the place of all my studies.
The other night I went back to the cottage where he stays. We started to play around on the floor, and he turned me over and put it in my ass. It felt so good. I close my eyes and dream of bigger and bigger pricks and balls, and tongues. He taught me how to suck slowly around the head of his prick, taking a long time to lick it, and play with it and then make him tongue when he is ready wherever he feels like putting it into me.
Lately, what has happened is that when I am bicycling through the country, the trees and the boulders look like balls, and everybody I see I think of his prick or his tongue on my clit. And holes look like cunts ...
In geometry class, angles are like cocks, and the slide stick is a prick, and in lunch, the bananas are cocks, and apples are balls, and apricots are tongues licking and squeezing my twat.
And I look at all the other boys' crotches. I want to suck everyone off. Now I have begun to excite other men because I know that Ron is fucking other girls, so I have to screw whomever I like.
But I never seem to get enough. I started by seducing the man who cuts the grass and trims the hedges on our property. I can tell you all about that, but it is a long story of sucking and screwing. Now I think I want to feel my sister up and suck her cunt too, and I have already given my younger twelve year old brother a blow-job and he-likes it and wants me to do it all the time.
Whenever I go riding now, I let the horses lick my cunt by putting sugar around my pubic area. It feels so good, the long tongue lapping around me there.
What am I going to do? What worries me the most is that my activities are going to be found out and then that is the end. Maybe I will even go to jail, or reform school, and all the boys who have sucked and fucked and screwed me will be in real trouble with the cops, and go to jail and it will be all my fault . ...
I am really afraid that my art teacher will send home all my erotic . ... .is that the word . ... .paintings. All the cocks and pricks and cunts....how I love to use those words . ... will blow my parents' minds. It is really awful. What can I do? How can I stop thinking about getting fucked all the time and spend more time on sports, and studies, and that kind of thing?
Not only that, doctor, but I also jerk myself off like crazy when I am alone, in the toilet of school, in the class at my desk, and in church on Sunday, and while I am doing my homework . ... and I make doodles of cocks in all my exercise books.
Doctor . ... .I want to go to Europe so much when I am sixteen. I cannot see how I can wait that long ... I want to screw all the French and Italian boys that I can get to come near me and feel my cunt, and lick me.
And almost as much as that I want to paint all the erotic things that I can. I want to be the most famous artist showing people screwing and playing with little girls like me and seducing children like me, and fucking children like me . ...
I want to show what is it like to have ten and eleven and twelve year old girls raped and fingered and laid and sucked......oh, I just can't stop thinking about it and drawing it, and dreaming about it . ...
Doctor, can you help me. I'll do anything for you. I'll suck you off right here and now and you can come in my mouth and come on my breasts, and rub your sperm in my navel, and shoot your wad all over my stomach.....
You can do all you want ... but don't tell my parents and my schoolteachers and my minister in the church. I'm not all that bad. I can get over it. But don't let me. I love it too much. Let's go riding together. You can suck me off among the trees.
We'll go to the little glen where I had my first experience. I want to live it all over again with an older man like you. Twenty-five is too young for me now. Oh want more experience . ... more wisdom. I want the touch of an older man. I want strength. I want every kind of prick. Help me. Fuck me. Cure me. Suck me. Now, yes, yes, yes. ... ..
CONCLUSION
This is an advanced case of adolescent nymphomania. She was all the symptoms of a normal girl in her previous behavior, but she has been caught up in a case of compulsive and advanced sexuality.
It is impossible to determine at this stage how she became so obsessed with sex, and her athletic activities, normal family life, and home environment would not point to this extraordinary need.
It is-likely that she will follow these strong instincts for a number of years until she finds an emotional relationship which will guide her towards greater selectivity, and reliance on one man.
In the meantime there appears little in the way of treatment that can be suggested except that she be assigned a sex counselor who can talk to her on a regular, perhaps daily basis, about her peculiar compulsions, and attempt to diminish them. The case of this young girl may and amaze some of you. But let me assure you that she is by no means an exceptional case. It seems that in the advent of the miracle of mass communication, especially television, our young people are more aware of the world around them and all its glory and horrors than we ever were at their age. It is a scientific fact that they are far more sexually advanced and far less inhibited, than earlier generations. All the young people that you have just read about went on to lead very happy normal lives. I'm sure that there will always be the kind of young lady that will want to have sex with the entire high school football team, just to say she did it. And there will always be a young man who will have sex with a dozen older women in the same day given the chance. Life is too short, and these rare individuals seem to have to live it as if there will be no tomorrow. Is that really such a crime? There are those who would call these teenagers abnormal and have them put in jail. That same kind of narrow-minded thinking a hundred years ago, had women burned at the stake. We have sought the stars and won, certainly, then we can help these lusty teenagers to curb their lusty sex drives to a more acceptable degree.
GENERAL CONCLUSION
In the foregoing case histories, we have shown the very different first experiences of nine youngsters. None of them showed any sign of real harm regardless of any kind of trauma involved with the experience.
Those who were seduced, had the spark of curiosity, which is perfectly normal and healthy. They showed no dislocation from reality or no desire to hide from life. Some showed the feelings of guilt, but that will fade, I believe, in good time.
Our study showed that there are many instances that provide the opportunity for the initial experience of sex. Again, as our related studies have shown, the most trauma comes from fear of the society.
The subjects in our study who were shy, were concerned that their parents would find out and thus, they would be labeled and censured. They came, concerned about the confidentiality of the interviews. They were fine once they believed that there would be no report to parents.
Children find their own ways and their own acceptance of the events of life, and more often than not, the pressure of society is what causes them pain and fear. These children that we presented showed no signs of trauma or any problem with their identity or sexuality.
It is my feeling that none of them will show evidence of this in the future, either. They are healthy young men and women and they will grow to enjoy their life in whatever they want to do.
Social pressure will be noticed especially in the episodes with the young men. They showed no problem about losing their virginity. For men in our society that is considered tantamount to coming of age. A sign of masculinity.
Had the society been supportive in either case of boys and girls, I believe that children would be more open and less inclined to fear in such cases. I believe that our society has to be more accepting to promote the higher qualities in people.
The study that I have presented for your judgment clearly states the truth that children usually are sturdy and survive what comes their way, sexually speaking. I believe that it is time to wipe out the guilt insofar as sex in concerned in their lives. Let them live the way they want.
We must let them find themselves. Their nature is to seek the right, and they seem to do so without problems or lasting trauma.
