Violent sex is the latest rage, and there is no pun intended. It seems to stem, mainly, from the family, for most of the cases of violent rape seem to be incestuous. But when there is no family for a man to take his hating lust out on, violent sex must spread to the streets, the victims are just as unwilling and liable to suffer more because of the unexpected attack.
The rapist is always the one who feels pleasure, and the victim is always the one who suffers for it:
Marianne, fifteen: "I didn't realize that when those boys asked us to go to a party, we were the party. I didn't realize it until my friend and I were tied up and spread, and two boys were attacking us each. I felt a thick cock being rammed up my cunt and couldn't scream because another was headed for my mouth...."
Trudy, sixteen: "You've got to be tough in Harlem, and I had to learn the hard way. I learned when one of those dyke bitches from the Hot Ladies started to thrust her cunt against my face and I had to lap it all up...."
Lola, fourteen: "I lost my cherry when my whorish mother's customer didn't think he had his money's worth. He rammed his cock into my cunt so fast that all I felt was pain, while my mother lay drunk on the bed beside us...."
Carly, sixteen: "My mother started in on me, plucking at my nipples. When I began to scream in pain, my father came in. He saw me naked and decided that he was going to fill my spread cunt with his raging manhood...."
CASE HISTORY ONE
SUBJECT: Marianne Y.
AGE: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Marianne is a very attractive girl with refined, straight features. She had a beautiful mouth, high cheekbones, and deep brown eyes. She had more of a womanly beauty to her, although she still had child-like mannerisms.
Marianne's hair is brown, neck-length, and straight. When she came to see me she was wearing tight jeans, displaying fabulous curves, a blouse and a jean vest. She looked somewhat tough in appearance, but, as in most cases, appearance can be deceiving.
There are many frail young girls who like to appear tough to cover their inner fears, and Marianne is just another one of them.
If it wasn't for my friend, Randy, I don't think that I ever would have been able to pull through the rape. Randy's my closest girlfriend, and she is a little tougher than I am. But that isn't saying too much. I don't consider myself strong at all.
In some ways, I guess I am, but not physically. After those guys took us to the park and I started to realize that Randy and I were the party they were talking about, I knew that they were going to rape us.
You see, they picked us up and told us they would take us to a party.
Randy and I were naive enough to believe them.
We were naive twice, and the second time it was the worst. The first time wasn't all that bad. It was when I lost my virginity, and when I started to think that sex wasn't too great. I imagine all people who've had a pretty forgettable first experience think that way. But that time, now that I remember it, the boys used a party line, too.
I was thirteen when I lost it, and Randy and I were friends even that far back. I remember that my parents had gone away for the weekend, leaving me home alone. I wasn't actually alone. They were too scared to let me stay home alone, so I told them that Randy would stay over.
When Randy and I were together, watch out.
On Saturday night the two of us went out to this bar. We were both thirteen but looked older, and also we both had some double proof. It was all phony, but you know bars. Money talks there, and as long as we had money to pay the cover, we got in. It was a conveniently located bar, a few blocks from my house.
When we were there I saw this guy Steven that I knew. I had always admired him and Randy knew about it. Well, when Steven saw me looking at him, he started coming on to me. I loved it, and soon, Randy and I were sitting with Steven and his friend Niles.
"This bar's awfully noisy," Steven said at one point, and I had to agree.
"Hey," Randy suddenly said, "Marianne's parents are away this weekend. I bet that if we wanted to, we could go to her place."
"Could we, Marianne?" Steven asked me, and I felt him moving his leg up my thigh.
I knew what would happen if we went, but then, Niles put it another way.
"We could have a great party there. Don't you want to have a party?"
"Sure," I said, smiling. "That would be great. Who else should we invite?"
"Four seems like the perfect number for a party," Steven said, and then he placed his hand right on my pussy and squeezed. I felt myself getting wet, felt myself getting a little nervous, and then, Randy nudged me in the arm.
"So? What the fuck are we waiting for?" she asked.
As we left the bar, Steven put his arm around my shoulders and Niles put his around Randy's. I guess they had already decided who would take who, and I didn't mind all that much. Like I said, I liked Steven.
We got to my parents' house and Steven pulled out a joint. I was used to getting high, but not with stuff as strong as that. I noticed, halfway through the joint, that Niles was beginning to kiss Randy's neck.
My friend Randy looks a little bit like me. She wears her hair the same way, only it's black. Her face is a little fuller, too. But I was transfixed by the look of pleasure on her face as Niles kissed her.
She had her eyes closed and her mouth open, and she was licking her lips like crazy. Then, suddenly, Steven leaned over and he started to kiss me hard on my lips. He pressed his tongue into my mouth and I started to suck on it.
At the same time, he moved his hand up to my cunt again and started to squeeze. I was still fully dressed at the time, and I really had no intention of getting undressed. I think that all thoughts of getting laid had left my mind, mainly because it's easy to think about it, but when the possibility is as near as it was, you just get too fucking scared. Scared! Yeah! That's the word for it.
I was even more scared by what Steven said next.
"Why don't we move upstairs and take a room for ourselves?"
"What?"
"It would be so much nicer if we could do it in private. Come on. Come on."
He stood up and helped me to my feet. I was so stoned that I had to lean on him the whole way up. I know that he must have loved that.
As we walked down the hall, toward my room, I heard him go, "Wow!" Then he started to lead me across the hall.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked. "This is my mother and father's room. We can't do it in here. Come on, we can't. It's not right. Let's go to my room."
"It's a much bigger bed here," he said to me. "We'll be more comfortable here."
He pushed me flat on my back as soon as we got close to my parents' queen-size bed, and then he was on top of me.
He pressed his lips against mine and I tried to fight him off by pulling on his brown hair. But he was just too strong for me, and I think that was the point when I decided that I was just going to have to let it happen. I knew that there was no way to stop it, and I told myself that deep down, I really wanted it anyway.
Remember, I was only thirteen at the time, and scared.
As he opened my blouse he started to kiss my tits, right through my bra. It wasn't long before he pulled my bra down under my tits, though, and then he started to kiss my naked brown nipples. I think that was the part I liked best about the first time.
When Steven kissed my nipples, I could feel all these tingling sensations in my cunt. I hadn't really felt anything like that before, and for the first time since he had started and my fear had grown, I think I really wanted his cock.
When he moved his mouth from one tit to the other, I moved my hand to his bulge. However, when I touched it he started to shiver so much that I decided to forget about it. I didn't realize then that he was pretty new to this whole thing also. I know now that had I continued to stroke his cock, I would have brought him off in a matter of seconds and then I never would have lost it that time.
When Steven started to kiss his way down my belly, I think I came mildly. I know now that it's possible to have bigger and better orgasms. In fact, I knew a few minutes after he first made it with me, because I masturbated.
But I'll get to that.
Steven stripped off my pants and panties, and I admit that I was a little embarrassed. He was the first boy who had ever seen my cunt. I didn't have such a full pussy patch then, but there was a little bit of hair.
He started to stroke my pussy lips, but only for a few seconds.
Then, he sat up on his knees. I watched as he started ripping at his shirt, like a maniac. He really wanted to get those clothes off. He had a few tufts of brown hair around his nipples and I thought that was pretty nice.
I remember reaching up to touch them as he started working on his pants, and that was when I realized that men's tits get stiff during sexual pleasure, too. His nipples were as hard as mine were, and I started to pinch them gently.
As he pushed his pants and underwear down at the same time, I saw my first cock. It was stiff all right. It was red, and the head was pretty big. I thought that his cock was really huge back then, but since then I've seen even bigger ones, so now I know better. He was an average size, and that was good.
Had it been any bigger, I bet it would have been more painful than it was.
I only saw his cock erect for a few seconds, because as soon as he had stripped off his pants, he thrust himself into me. He caught me off-guard, too. I just felt his cock pressing against my pussy lips, and then, all of a sudden, he was right in my cunt.
I was a virgin, you have to remember, and I still had my cherry. When I felt the pain inside of me as his cock busted through, I yelled so loud that I heard Randy calling from downstairs. She was breathing hard as she yelled up.
"Are you okay, Marianne?" she screamed.
"Yes," I said to her, trying to clench my teeth and fight the pain as best I could. It was still there, throughout the whole fuck.
Steven moved in and out of me a few times, and then, it was over. I felt his cock spasming and then he was shooting his come into me. I can honestly say that I had no idea of what was happening or what had happened, until a few months later when I finally made it with a guy who went slower and was more tender.
All I know, with Steven, was that when he pulled out, his cock was limp and dripping. He looked up at me and smiled, then kissed my tits again.
"You were great, Marianne," he said to me. Really great."
Then, he got off me and started to dress. I couldn't believe that he was leaving so fast. I looked between my legs and saw some blood dripping, and I quickly ran to the bathroom before it had a chance to stain my mother's bed. I didn't even hear him walking down the stairs.
He didn't even thank me. He just left, and when I saw him a few times after that, there was never any mention made of the fucking.
Anyway, I had lost my virginity, but I still felt pretty shitty about it. I felt even worse after I checked upstairs and saw that Steven was nowhere to be found. Then, I put on a robe and went down, trying not to think of the throbbing pain between my legs. I looked in the living room and I could see a bobbing ass moving on the couch.
I knew that Niles was fucking Randy, and after I searched the kitchen, I came to the conclusion that Steven had just left.
It was some fucking party, I thought, walking upstairs. Randy and I were the party and that shithead Steven had just taken advantage of me.
I sat on my bed, and as I did, my robe opened. It was the first time in a really long time that I had looked over my body. I was pretty impressed with the way my tits had grown in, and then I moved my hand down to my pussy.
It was still hurting a little, but as I touched my cunt lips, I felt a warm chill running through my body. I started to rub them a little harder and the chill increased even more. It was incredible the way it felt.
When I say warm chill, I really mean it. It was a combination of warmth and a coolness and as soon as I realized what was happening, I decided that I'd masturbate myself to orgasm. After all, Steven hadn't even brought me close to climax, and I thought that the pleasure might be able to overcome the pain from the fucking.
As I slid my fingers between my cunt lips, I felt another painful throb. I didn't know if my cunt was ready to take another fucking, even if it was only a finger-fucking. But I was determined. I started to flick my hard clit back and forth and I could feel the pleasure rising rapidly.
After that happened, I went at it, full force, gung-ho!
I started to finger-fuck myself a little violently, I must admit. I was ramming my fingers in and out of my cunt faster than I can ever remember doing. I wasn't hurting myself, however. In fact, after the first few thrusts when my pussy started to spasm, it was a pleasure rise the whole way.
There was no pain at all, and it seemed like the harder I was going to do it, the better it was going to feel.
I guess you can say that there's something violent in that. I was violently fucking myself, but it doesn't hurt as much as when someone does it to you. It's a real threat when someone else does it to you because that person can do whatever the fuck he wants. I knew that I would never really hurt myself.
I soon started to pinch my tits, too. I moved my other hand back and forth from one tit to the other and I could feel the pleasure getting even better.
Before I even knew it, I was unconsciously humping my ass up and down off the bed so that my fingers would slide in deeper. I was also stretching my cunt walls with my fingers and trying to always be aware of my clit.
That, you know, is the key to all my pleasure. All I have to do is keep that going and I keep myself going and everything's great.
I sometimes wish that I could have felt that way during my first fuck. I mean, I could see colors, I could feel my body sweating with passion, and I could feel myself tingling everywhere. The only thing that I had felt during the fucking was a little bit of pleasure when my nipples were kissed, and then a hell of a lot of pain as he entered me. And of course, the fuck was just too short for me to feel anything.
But I think that my masturbating made up for it.
I did it for about fifteen minutes, and my cunt was in a constant state of spasm. It wasn't until I realized that I'd die of exhaustion, that I finally stopped. I remember feeling a chill from the cool air as the heat from my orgasm subsided and the sweat on my body just started to drip.
Then, I heard someone laughing and looked over. Randy was standing there, naked.
"I guess your first time wasn't that great, either," she said to me.
"I can hardly even remember it now," I said to her,. "I was just masturbating to make myself feel better."
"Move over, I want to join you."
"You mean that Niles wasn't good? I could have sworn that he'd be good because I walked down and saw his ass humping up and down."
"Yeah," Randy said. "His ass. Meanwhile, he could hardly get it hard, and then, when he could get it hard, he had trouble getting it in, and then, when he got it in, he had trouble staying in, and finally, when he could stay in, he came too fast."
I started to laugh, and I could see that Randy wasn't too happy. In fact, I think that she took the experience worse than I did, but I just reached over and touched her cunt. I pulled her over to the bed and pulled her down next to me.
"Just work on your own cunt and forget about it," I said to her.
No, doctor, we didn't touch each other. I mean, she was lying close enough to me so that I could feel her flesh next to mine, but she didn't once try to masturbate me and I didn't try anything on her.
I just didn't think that it would be right. Besides, how much sexual exploration can you expect from a girl in one night? I think losing my virginity was enough. Lesbianism was something I never considered. We were just good friends.
Of course, that night in the woods, was a little different. I think that Randy and I understood, when they forced us to make it with each other at one point, that we were only doing it because we were being forced, and no other reason.
Anyway, we masturbated and both fell asleep with our hands in our pussies. We woke up the next morning, really late, and had to hurry in order to clean up the house before my folks got home.
My next sexual experience, which was far superior to the first, happened about two or three months later. I was with this guy who was very experienced, and he didn't come the moment he put his cock inside of me.
In fact, that was one thing I noticed that Steven, and the guys who raped us, both did. They fucked us with only their own pleasure in mind.
They didn't seem to care about whether or not we came. They only cared about whether they came, whether they could get it up again, and whether they could come again.
But Dave wasn't like that. He was thirty, an older businessman, and he just picked me up for a one-night stand that went on a few nights. I guess he liked me because I was young, and hot for him. I don't see why any girl wouldn't have been hot for him because he had a great body. It was muscular and hairy.
When he started to fuck me, grinding his cock as well as thrusting it, I thought that I was going to die from pleasure.
That's the complete opposite of how I felt with those boys that night at the park. Then, I thought that I would die from pain. And I would have, too, except that I had two things going for me. First of ah, Randy was there, and I think that helped us both, and second, I knew what good fucking was like by that time and I had the memory of some terrific fucks to keep me going.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Marianne came to see me, she was wearing a long dungaree dress and a white T-shirt. It was evident that she wore no bra because her nipples pressed right through, and were completely visible.
She seemed to be a little more relaxed this time, but I thought that it was just an act and suspected that she could have possibly taken some kind of drug in order to come here and talk to me.
Still, she was coherent, and that was all that counted. She was also able to speak about her experience without the slightest bit of hesitation, which only made me suspect that she's either already come to grips with it, or has put up some kind of protective shell to keep from dealing with it. If the latter is the case, she will certainly feel it much later in life.
When I think about how stupid we were, I could just kill myself. It's easy to fall for a line once, but we fell for it twice. And do you know when I remembered where I had heard that line before? I remembered it when I was getting fucked by one of the guys while giving head to another.
"Hey, you two girls want to go to a party?" was the first thing we were asked when we met these four guys.
I knew two of them from school. One was this guy Mike, who I had a crush on. I bet you think that I have a crush on everyone, don't you? I mean, I also had a crush on Steve when I saw him at the bar, and that crush lasted until the time he was fucking me.
But Mike seemed different. He had black curly hair and black hair on his chest. It was evident from the shirts he wore, and that always turned me on. I was rather surprised that he had even asked me about going to a party, for it seemed like he hardly ever paid any attention to me in school.
Ron was the other guy we both knew from school. Both Mike and Ron had black hair, and then, there were these two other guys we were introduced to. One's name was Rob. He had short brown hair. The other was Pete, and I thought that he was kind of cute, but also kind of boyish looking. That didn't turn me on at all.
"What kind of party?" I asked Mike.
Randy and I had just been out walking on a Saturday night. When neither one of us had dates (and that was fairly often) we would get together and hang out. I think we had been watching some television, and I guess it was about eleven.
We had been walking toward the local bar, thinking that we might stop for drinks. I know that we were still underage, but it's never stopped us before.
Anyway, as we had walked by the bar, I had seen Mike and his friends leaning up against a car. They were passing a joint down between them and laughing. Mike, noticing me looking at him, beckoned us over to the car.
"What kind of party?" Randy said, repeating my question. They had been staring at us, all kind of dazed and stoned, and they hadn't answered.
"A swell party," Ron said. "A real swell party. But that's all that we can tell you two about it right now. That's all."
"Yeah, a real swell party," Mike said. "I guarantee that you're gonna love it. I don't see how you could hate it."
"Yeah, love it," Pete said.
I hardly even noticed that they were really all just picking up on what each other said. They were all having a good time.
"Well, I'm never one to want to miss a good party," I said to them.
"Me, too," Randy said. "How far is it?"
"Not far," Mike told us, opening the car. "It's just a short ride and we're gonna be there. Hop in. There's smoke, and booze, just to get you started."
He started to drive, and he could have been driving around for hours. I didn't even know, because once they started to get us high, I didn't know how much time had passed. I do know that they drove up to Lily Park, this park near where I lived.
In fact, now that I think about it, he purposely drove around just to get us high because he really could have been to the park in a minute if he had driven there directly. It was only a five minute walk, and an even shorter drive.
Anyway, as he drove up into the parking lot, Randy and I were laughing. Then, he stopped the car and we all got out. All I could see ahead of us was the dark woods, and I wasn't at all nervous. Just drunk and high.
"Where's the party?" I asked.
"It's in the woods. It's being thrown in the woods. Come on."
They took our hands, and that was nice. I mean, there were four of them and two of us, so I had two boys on each side of me, and Randy had two on each side of her. They found a pretty nice, clear spot, then threw down a large blanket. Rob went to gather some wood, and soon they had a nice fire going.
"I thought there were going to be other people here," I said.
"There will be," Mike assured me.
I was leaning back against his legs as he sat on his side, and then he moved his lips to mine and kissed me hard on the mouth. He shoved his tongue into my mouth and then I felt other hands on my tits.
I knew that two of them were working on me, and that's when I realized that the party was Randy and me, all over again.
When I started to panic, and I did, Mike just put his hand over my mouth and he whispered in my ear.
"Hey, it's going to be all right. That is, if you shut up and take it."
I looked over and I could see that Rob and Ron were working on Randy. They had already stripped her pretty well. I could see Rob sitting on her tits and he was rubbing his cock head against her mouth.
She had her head thrown back, and I knew that she wasn't going to be able to do anything but take it. Meanwhile, Ron was fingering her pussy and I could see that she was humping her ass up and down off the ground.
That was one thing about this rape that was okay. I mean, there was some pleasure at times. It wasn't like my first time, which was, by far, the worst because there just wasn't any remembrance of it but pain. At least there was some pleasure here.
As I was watching Randy, and Ron was getting ready to shove his cock into her cunt, Mike and Pete were peeling off my clothes. Ripping at them was more the word, although they didn't really maul me. I mean, I could dress and look half-decent when it was over. There were just a few minor tears.
After I was naked, Mike sat up on his knees and started to pull off his clothes. I have to admit, that by firelight, he looked pretty good. His cock seemed to glisten in the flickering light. It was pretty big.
He forced me up on my knees, then bent my head down and shoved his cock between my lips. He didn't even tell me to open my mouth. Instead, he just rammed his cock against my lips and I knew enough to open them in time.
He shoved it deep in the back of my throat, and I could feel myself gagging.
"Learn to take it, you bitch," he said to me, and he slapped me across the face repeatedly. "You can definitely learn to take it that way.
I think one of the reasons I didn't feel so much pain on my cheeks was because of what Pete was doing from behind. He was rubbing his hands all over my ass and that kind of excited me. Then, he was spreading my ass chick and licking my asshole, and then, even better, he moved his mouth down to my pussy.
He started to eat me as I ate Mike, and that helped me put up with it. After a while, I wasn't even gagging on his cock anymore. My throat got used to that thick dick sliding in and out because I knew I had no choice.
I started to come, mildly, from the way I was being eaten, and then I felt Pete Starting to fuck me, doggie-style.
I had never really been into doggie-style fucking before and I knew that from fucking Dave. The cock doesn't make such good contact with the clit, and unless you're being fingered at the same time, it's not so hot.
Luckily, I was able to move my fingers to my cunt and I started to finger myself, just to try and build up some pleasure to keep me going.
I didn't even have a chance to look over at Randy, but every so often I could hear her grunting and groaning. She was pretty strong, and even though we've talked about this a lot and both agree that we hate it, she was able to put up with it better than I was. In fact, I never would have been able to put up with it if she hadn't been there.
Pete's cock started to spasm pretty fast in my cunt, and soon he was coming. When that happened, I started to suck as hard as I could on Mike's cock. I never dreamed that after one orgasm, they were going to try and get hard again for more. I just thought that after one, they'd let us go.
When Mike's cock started to pulsate, I almost gagged on it again, and what's worse, he liked keeping it in the back of my throat during that whole time. He didn't thrust as much as he was on the verge of coming.
I swallowed his first load because I had no choice. It shot right down my throat and was not at all pleasant.
The rest shot onto my tongue and I let it all drip out of the side of my mouth. I looked up at him to see if he was mad, and he was. In fact, he was ready to hit me again, but suddenly, Pete reached over.
"Don't, Mike," he said. "She's being pretty cooperative."
I was glad that Pete had stopped Mike from hitting me because my cheeks were still hurting from the first few slaps. Mike pulled his limp dick out of my mouth and then, unexpectedly, slapped me hard on the ass.
Then, they pushed me down and looked over. Randy was in the same position I had been, except that Ron looked like he could have been fucking her ass. I couldn't tell because my vision was blurry, and she insists that he wasn't. I don't know if I believe her.
Yeah, even though we're best friends, I have some reason to doubt what she said. I know that if I had been ass-fucked, I wouldn't have admitted it to her. I would have been too embarrassed, as I think she is.
Anyway, Ron pulled out just as he was coming and I watched him shoot his come all over Randy's ass. He was rubbing it into her skin as he jerked himself to get it all out of his cock, moaning loud.
Then, Rob started to grunt, and I knew that he was pumping his come into Randy's mouth. However, she swallowed it all.
When the two boys were finished with her, they kind of flopped on the blanket next to her. Randy looked exhausted, and I know I was.
"Hey," Mike suddenly said, "this party is getting a little boring, don't you guys think so? I think that the girls should entertain."
I got a little scared again. Each time they mentioned us and spoke of something that we should do, it scared me. I thought, too, that they were going to kill us when they were finished because they were raping us and we could report them.
"I agree," Ron said, and I saw him tugging on his limp cock.
"What do you want us to do?" I asked.
Mike took my by the neck and shoved me into the middle of the blanket, just as Rob did the same thing to Randy. We hit each other as we fell.
"Get it on, girls, get it on," Mike said. "Let's see a little pussy licking from each of you. Girls should know how to do it better. Let's see you go."
I looked at Randy and she looked at me. We had our understanding then, and I spread my legs so that she could go down on me, and she did the same.
We were in the sixty-nine position with Randy on top, and we could hear the boys cheering the whole time that we were going at it.
I spread Randy's pussy lips with my fingers and started to lick her cunt. I wasn't really trying to do such a good job. I didn't want to bring her off, even if I could, because that would have made her too vulnerable. I wanted her to be strong to help me get through the whole thing, too.
But she was doing a pretty good job on my cunt. She told me later that she was so stoned she didn't know what the fuck she was doing, and that she doesn't think shell ever try to do it again.
I'm not too sure of that, however. I think she has it in her. I think that we all have it in us, but I'm not going to let it loose.
I liked the taste of Randy's pussy, and in a few more minutes, I heard her starting to moan. At first, I thought that I was making her come, but then, I looked and saw that Mike was behind her, rubbing his cock against her ass and holding her hanging tits.
I kept my eyes open and watched his cock start to get hard. Then, as soon as that happened, he shoved it into her cunt from behind. He yelled down and told me to keep licking, but to make sure that I got his cock licked, too.
I was running my tongue along the underside of it through most of the fuck. It wasn't until one of the other guys got horny and pulled me out from under Randy that I stopped licking her pussy.
I think it was Ron who pulled me out. He told me that he had always wanted to fuck me and that was just what he was going to do. His cock was hard, and a nice size, but the way he yanked my legs open and treated me like nothing but a piece of meat just turned me off.
He also thrust a little too hard and knocked the breath right out of me. Then, when he yelled at me for not scratching his back and ass as he fucked me, he moved his mouth to mine, started to kiss me, and instead, bit my hp hard.
Well, that didn't feel too good, let me tell you.
The only thing that felt good was when his cock started to throb because then it made good contact with my clit and I started to come. I think that I came pretty hard that time, although, there were so many fucks that night that I can hardly remember.
As soon as Ron was finished and his cock had shot its full load, Pete mounted me and started slamming his home.
I looked over and saw that Mike was still fucking Randy from the back and I had to admire him for his willpower. He could sure hold back when he wanted to.
Randy's eyes were clenched shut, as if she was trying to block the whole thing from her mind, and it wasn't until then that I thought of doing the same thing. I thought of all those wonderful times I had had with Dave, and I closed my eyes and imagined that Pete's hard thrusts were Dave's.
That helped me along. However, I didn't know what to think when Rob started to fuck my face from above. First of all, I couldn't continue to believe that Dave was fucking me because the man doesn't have two cocks. And second, Rob had big balls and they were smothering me. But after I started sucking as he thrust, it got a little easier.
I can hardly remember how many loads of come I was forced to swallow. The only thing I was glad about was that I didn't get beaten to a pulp. Occasionally, one of the guys would slap me across the face, or hit my ass, and then they would all start to laugh about it like it was the greatest joke ever.
However, my cunt ached for weeks after that fucking, and my mouth was a little swollen. I don't remember what lie I told my mother the next morning to account for the ragged way that I looked, but I'm a pretty good bullshitter.
After they were finished, and they each must have come about three or four times on an average, they started to dress. Then, suddenly, I felt the blanket being yanked out from underneath me and Randy and I were both lying on the ground.
Mike threw our clothes over to us, and then they started to walk away.
"You're not going to just leave us here, are you?" I screamed.
"Why not?" Mike yelled back, and they all laughed.
"You scumbags," I screamed. "Fucking asshole shitfaces!"
"Right," Mike yelled, "you're right. We should have thanked you. Thanks for the party, girls. You really know how to throw a good one."
"That is the last fucking party we ever accept invitations to," I moaned, as Randy and I started to dress.
CONCLUSION
As I said earlier, it is hard for me to decipher whether or not Marianne has fully come to grips with her violent rape, or if she has a shell up. There were times when I thought one thing, and then other times, where she still looked so vulnerable.
I explained to her, fully, how I feel about suppressing true feelings and what will happen in the future if she does. She still said she was fine, and so, I had to believe her.
Still, her case shows the violence that can occur anywhere in the city, in any local park. It would have probably been an even more brutal rape had Marianne and Randy been attacked in the park by someone they didn't even know, as is usually the case. In some ways, then, they got off a little easier.
As Marianne matures, I expect that she will place the sexual side of her nature into its proper place, relative to the other aspects of her life: work, education, etc.
For now, she is going through a stage of experimentation, curious about sex, willing to try different things with a number of different partners. Once she decides what she really wants, her sexual side will settle into a fully pleasurable routine.
CASE HISTORY TWO
SUBJECT: Trudy T.
AGE: Sixteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Trudy is a tough-looking black girl who lives in Harlem, and her case deals with the violent attacks in the alleys off the streets. When she came to see me, she was wearing leather pants and a vest. It seemed as if she had nothing on under the vest, and since her breasts were somewhat small, it was not all that revealing.
She has short frizzy hair and thick lips, and seemed a little more refined, only slipping into the 'jive' lingo of the streets once in a while.
I only moved to Harlem recently, but a girl's gotta learn fast when she's on the streets. Man, if you don't got no one to protect you, then you can get your ass wiped up all over the streets. Man, the streets are tough.
When I first got there, I met this chick named Stella. Stella thought that she was a real tough broad, and I could see why. She was a dyke at heart. She had big tits and big shoulders, and she dressed just the way I'm dressed now. Know why? Because this is the way the members of the Hot Ladies dress.
Stella first approached me in school and asked me if I wanted to become a member. I told her no because I was straight.
She laughed and called me a dumb-ass nigger-bitch, telling me that you could be straight or gay, or what the fuck? You still needed protection.
I didn't believe her at first, and I guess that's why she raped me. She was even nice enough to bring this guy with her because she didn't think that I'd like any pussy without some cock on the side.
They raped me in the woods in this park. I was walking home one night and Stella stepped out of the darkness and she told me that she wanted to talk to me. I said that I had to get home and get to sleep, and she started screaming and telling me that unless I talked with her, I'd be in trouble.
It seemed that the Merry Maidens, this other tough group, was trying to get me as their member. At least that's what Stella said, and she told me that I wouldn't like being a member of that group because they were heavy leather dykes.
I said to her, what the fuck do you think you are, huh? Look at the way you dress, and that pissed her off. That was when I felt someone grabbing me from behind and then I was shoved and pulled into the woods.
This guy tied my hands together and then he started to open my blouse. They did everything pretty carefully, making sure not to rip nothing. I remember that as soon as my small tits were exposed, Stella moved her mouth to them and started to lick one, then the other. I could feel my nipples getting stiff, under the influence of her huge black lips. I could also feel this huge dick on the guy behind me, rubbing against my ass. The dick excited me as much as it scared me.
As the guy pushed my pants down, I felt two sensations at once. First, I felt a chill from his naked cock touching my buttocks, then I felt a bit of fright because of the way Stella moved her fingers into my pussy.
I had never been made by a chick before, nor did I ever make a chick. Up until that point, and even after, I didn't. But now, I don't mind it. It's okay. It's the way of the streets, and the streets around here are the way of life.
Stella moved her mouth down to my cunt and I watched the way she stretched my pussy lips to expose my clit. Then she started to suck on it and I started to go crazy. I think that part of me was upset because I was getting turned on by this whole thing. I knew that if I got turned on, I would be a dyke.
At the same time, I concentrated on this big dick that was rubbing against my ass. I knew that the guy was probably going to fuck me and so I just told myself that I'd better be able to stretch to take this huge thing in.
But he didn't enter me for a long time. First, Stella had to finish her feast down there, and I knew that she was loving it because she was moaning like crazy. She kept moving her tongue all over the place and her lips never seemed to stop sucking.
I was pretty exhausted by the time they bent me forward and she pulled her mouth from my cunt. She told me that it was my turn to satisfy her and then she pulled her pants down. She wasn't wearing any panties and I could see that she had a shaved cunt. There wasn't a hair around there.
"Lick my pussy," she said, and I didn't have a choice because she pulled my head right to her cunt and I started to lap or suffocate.
At the same time, I could feel the guy probing his huge cock into my cunt from behind, and it was just like I thought. I had to stretch a great deal to take him in and it was pretty painful at first. But then, he started to grind himself around and that caused his cock to make great contact with my clit.
It was such a big, thick cock, probably the biggest that I'll ever see.
Stella's pussy started to spasm pretty fast, and she told me that I had to lick her juices and bring her off again. I didn't like the taste of cunt that first time, and it took me a while to get used to it.
In fact, even as I was licking, I couldn't help thinking that this was a really hard and brutal city rape.
However, it wasn't until Laverne and her Merry Maidens got to me that I realized there's a difference between out-and-out rape, and someone trying to appeal to you by building up your sexual desire.
For that was all Stella really wanted to do.
She started to thrust her cunt against my face over and over again, and I just licked and licked, pushing my tongue deeper and deeper into her cunt each time. I wasn't really trying to lick her clit, but I know that my tongue hit it a few times.
She was very wet, and that might have been one thing that I didn't like about her. I think maybe if she didn't come so much I might have gotten used to the flavor, but there was just so much that I hated it.
Suddenly, I could feel the guy's cock starting to pulsate hard in my cunt. I thought, for the first few seconds, that he was going to split me right open. But then, after I got used to it again, it felt sensational. It made my cunt get even wetter, and I started to have my first really good orgasm of the night.
The ones with Stella were okay, however, I just couldn't really appreciate them because it was all psychological. I just thought that it was all wrong to make it with a woman, and to enjoy it was even worse.
But then, he started to come and that made everything seem okay. In fact, I even think that for the few seconds that he was coming in my cunt, shooting that warm cream, I even enjoyed the taste of Stella's cunt.
Pleasure at its peak, can do the strangest things to you, don't you think?
Well, Stella had her second, and possibly, third orgasm, and then the guy behind me finally let go of me. I fell right to the ground, rolled over on my back and looked up. The two of them looked so towering and I was scared.
"Well," Stella said, putting her foot on my naked tit and pressing down rather hard so that I couldn't get up and run, "do you want to become a member of the Hot Ladies now, or do you need more convincing?"
"Stella, do you really think that you're beating me up's gonna make me wanna be friends with you? Girl, you're a dumb-ass nigger if I've ever seen one."
"You stupid bitch," she said to me. "Just you wait. "You don't get the protection of the one group that can save your black beauty soul, then you're gonna get the beating of your life from the other one."
"And what the fuck do you call this?" I asked her. "What the fuck do you call this? A friendly rape? Stupid nigger, there's no such thing."
She suddenly stooped down and slapped me across the face.
"I like you girl, but it's gonna take you some time to learn the ways around here. I'm gonna let you have that time. There's very few that I give the opportunity to. Some people just get their asses whipped good."
I spit on her. She slapped me and that knocked me out. When I woke up, they were gone and I dressed fast and ran home.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Trudy came to see me, she was dressed in the same uniform, only she had small tags on the denim vest now, which she told me were her medals that she received from the Hot Ladies for service above the call of duty.
She looked even more tough than she had the week before, even to the point where her arms looked more muscular. Upon hearing my comment, she told me that she and the girls had been working out for a rumble.
Stella was right, and I had to learn it the hard way. A few days later, there was this other dyke that came onto me. She was black, too, like all the toughies, and she even had the balls to die her hair red.
"I'd like you to come to one of our meetings," Laverne, the leader of the Merry Maidens said to me. "I think you'd love it."
"I heard about your whips and your ways, so fuck off," I said.
There were some other girls walking with Laverne, and when they heard the way I talked to her they all quieted down. I knew that I had said the wrong thing. But I also knew that it was broad daylight, and she couldn't do anything to me.
"You can talk like that now," she said. "But you just wait, pussy. You're gonna see a whole different light."
"Not on your nigger face," I said, and then I pushed my way past her friends and I started to run. I have to admit that I was quite wary of walking on the streets late at night for the longest time.
One night there was this dance at school, and Stella came up and told me that she had heard a rumor, and warned me to watch it. I didn't believe her. That was my biggest mistake. I even had the balls to walk home alone that night.
As I was walking right by this alley, I felt someone grabbing me from behind. I knew that it was a woman because I could feel tits pressing against my body. My hands were pulled behind my back and I heard the snap of cuffs.
"Now you're gonna get what's coming to you," I heard Laverne whisper in my ear, and she pushed me into this alley.
I saw all these other girls standing around there. Some of them were holding flashlights and that was the only way they could see. They were all dressed in leather, and some of it was too heavy for me to believe.
I felt Laverne ripping my clothes off, and soon I was stripped naked. Then, someone let their lash whip out on my tit, stinging and cutting right into my flesh. I started to turn, but I could feel the whips coming from all over.
Suddenly, Laverne yelled out that she wanted them all to stop. She didn't want me hurt so bad until she could have me the way she wanted me.
She walked over and then shoved her hand into my pussy as hard as she could. I felt her starting to pinch my clit and as she did, my knees were buckling. I knew that I wouldn't be able to stand much longer.
I fell down, and she yanked her fingers out just in time. But I fell on my back and when she saw me lying there, so vulnerable, she pulled down her shorts and bared her pussy. The cunt even had the nerve to dye her pussy hair red, too. I couldn't believe that she could do it and get away with it.
The first thing I thought about as she shoved her muff up against my face was that I could easily die from whatever it was she used to change her hair color. But I didn't have too much time to think, because she was soon thrusting her cunt back and forth against my face, and I had to lick her.
At the same time, she was fingering my pussy a little, but then, I felt the most incredible pain as she thrust this huge dildo up my cunt.
I thought about Stella and realized that at least she had had the fucking courtesy of getting a guy with a real cock, and not some plastic piece of shit. Also, Stella's man thrust a little better, while Laverne was thrusting that dildo as if she intended to kill with it.
I didn't get turned on at all, not like with Stella. In fact, I thought that I would have screamed had I not had a face full of cunt.
I wanted to bite on her clit, just to bring her some pain. But I knew that the Merry Maidens weren't going to mess around. If I hurt their leader, they would probably whip the shit out of me because they were serious.
As it was, after I brought Laverne off and she got up, leaving the painfully huge dildo in my cunt, they all started to whip me anyway. I was writhing around on the dirt in the lot, trying to get out of the way.
Suddenly, I heard some hollering, and then I looked over. Stella and her Hot Ladies were running into the alley, all carrying switchblades. There were a few guys too, and that's what I like about the Hot Ladies. They're AC/DC, whereas the Merry Maidens are all a bunch of heavy dykes.
They started to have this really huge fight.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. There was tearing of clothes and biting of tits. I never saw so many black tits flying around in my life. I think that's when I started getting turned on by the thought of making a woman.
You see, when I'm with a man I like the man to be strong. I somehow always thought that a woman should be weak, and not only that, but that she actually was weak. Well, honey, you've never seen a bunch of tougher broads fighting each other. The guys managed to be holding their own, too, but the women were great.
There were some serious injuries, sure, as there always are when there's a fight like that, but it's to be expected.
Later that night, after it was over and the Merry Maidens ran off, leaving me with my group, the Hot Ladies, Stella and I went to her place and we made it. That guy, whose name turned out to be Vernon, came over, too.
Vernon's my man now. Stella really doesn't get into men, but she gets off by sitting on the side and watching me and Vernon. She loves to touch his cock as he's fucking me and sometimes, even to lick it. But she says that she doesn't want to be fucked anymore because she's been fucked over her whole life.
That first night I spent with Stella and Vernon was nice, because they used soft sex to make my wounds go away. I was hurt bad, and that's why I stayed.
"You see," Stella said to me, "I...."
"Nigger, don't you give me that 'I told you so' routine because I don't want to hear it. I'll admit that you did tell me, so fuck it."
You see, she started to say it as I was going down on Vernon and it was the first time I'd ever had his cock in my mouth.
Well, doc, you wanted to know what street life was like in Harlem and you're looking at me like this whole thing's sick. Well, I'll be the first to admit that it's sick, but it's a set-up that you can't try to fight off anymore.
I tried, and look what it got me. Whip marks all over my body from those fucking dykes the Merry Maidens, and some of those scars ain't gonna go away.
And it happens, often, too. Believe me. Just the other day, this chick named Roni moved into the neighborhood. They've all been looking her over in the locker rooms and Roni's beginning to freak a little.
I've spoke with her and told her about the Hot Ladies, and I know that I'm coming on to her just the way Stella came on to me. That's why she's so scared and she won't listen to reason. But she'll learn, just like I did.
We all have to learn the hard way at some time or another, don't you think?
CONCLUSION
I have to admit that this is one of the most brutal cases I've ever listened to, only because people involved have accepted this brutality as a way of life. That's exactly what Trudy says at the end, and since the force is so strong already there is no way to fight it. You have to join it or learn the hard way.
The sex in the streets here is most violent, and that is the best way for one group to overpower another. What used to be just an ordinary rumble between two groups, has more or less become a violent sexual orgy.
I am only one person, and I certainly won't try to stop it.
CASE HISTORY THREE
SUBJECT: Jane S.
AGE: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
Jane had obviously been a beautiful and happily well-balanced girl not long before she came to consult with me. This was a very sad and troubling case to deal with because it was apparently the case of a girl whose entire life had been ruined by one unfortunate and traumatic incident.
She still looked the image of the sweet, lovely college girl from a small town, though that is certainly not what she felt like inside. She had long and straight strawberry blonde hair which fell to her shoulders. She was a very slender girl with narrow hips and a tiny waist although she stood at least five foot six.
Despite the fact that she had a very narrow build her breasts were very prominent in her sweater, and you could see the way that the front of her sweater was stretched out.
Her nervousness was obvious as she wiggled her legs and kept touching herself during our conversation. She was anxious to talk about her traumatic situation.
I need to talk to someone, doctor, that's why I'm so glad for this chance to talk to you. It's all been so hard for me to adjust to.
Of course I had wanted to lose my virginity. Any girl who goes off to college in New York has that in mind. She knows that there'll come a time for her to have her cherry busted. It's just that the way it happened was so awful.
I just know that Mom and Dad would drop dead if they ever heard me talking about getting my cherry busted. It took me nearly a year to convince them to let me go off to school in New York at all. Now they just keep telling me that they told me so and they're already making plans for me to return to our horrible little small town in Iowa.
I wasn't such a dummy when I first came to the big city. Or, at least I didn't think I was such a dummy. I had dated a lot of boys back home and I had done what we used to call 'heavy petting'.
There was one boy who was a pretty steady boyfriend of mine. He kept begging me to let him fuck me, but he had never fucked a girl before and I didn't love him enough. Back then I felt sure that I would only let a guy fuck me if I really loved him and if he was guaranteed to be a fabulous stud.
Ralph didn't seem to score on either category. But we used to make out a lot in the den of my parents' house. When we'd come in from a date and my folks were already asleep, Ralph and I would go to the den and sit together on the couch.
It would start with a lot of kissing. Ralph did kiss really well and he taught me how to french kiss. He would push his tongue against my lips until I would open my mouth and suck in his tongue. Then our tongues would play around together in my mouth until I could push through and push my tongue in his mouth.
When he sucked on my tongue it would always make my blood start to boil. That's when his hand would start to creep up my leg, inside my skirt. I never had the nerve to put my hand on his leg until he was already touching the front of my panties.
By that time the panties would be soaked with my pussy juice and my legs would be working in and out. I was dying to masturbate my pussy once he got that far, but I didn't dare. After all, no nice girl in Iowa would do such a thing.
Then I would work my hand up Ralph's pant leg. I could feel the perspiration on the fabric of his pants. He would already be fingering my snatch by the time I got my hand up to his rock-hard cock. His cock would throb at my touch and I would knead it.
The furthest that we ever got was the time that he actually pulled his cock out of his pants. It was all glisteny from the pre-cum that was dripping out of his piss-slit, and it looked beautiful to me.
When Ralph did this, he also lifted up my skirt and pulled my panties down around my knees, so that both of us had our pubic hair and our sex organs fully exposed. He was now able to spread the lips of my pussy with his fingers and play with the reddish blonde hair that fringed my twat.
I was in heaven and I stroked his cock up and down in my fist. That's when he really begged me to let him fuck me, but I refused. It was only a week before I was going to leave for New York and I was not going to risk losing my virginity to a boy I might never see again.
That's really a joke. Had I known what was going to happen to me in the city I could've let Ralph do whatever he wanted to do to me.
When Ralph suggested that I take his cock in my mouth, I pulled away from him and readjusted my clothes. The thought was horrifying. At that time, having grown up in a little Iowa hick town, I never imagined that people did things like that.
It's surprising how quickly a girl learns things in New York.
I kicked Ralph out of the house that night and never saw him after that. It was just as well because I became so busy with all of my packing and preparation for going to college.
Arriving in New York the following week I was in for the first of many surprises. I had been accepted into a special summer school program so that I was actually starting college in July. Everything had been so simple back home that it never occurred to me what a huge and messy organization the University on Manhattan's upper west side could be.
I was close to tears on my first day in town. The school had no records of my existence and there was no one to help me out. What was worse was that I was sitting there with my suitcases all ready to move in to a dormitory and there was no dormitory for me.
No one seemed to care about my plight. Only the dormitory that would be open for the summer, and that was fully booked up. I showed them the letter that I had which affirmed the fact that there was dormitory space for me and they just laughed and told me that the person who had written that letter had left his job, so now the whole thing was invalid.
I sat down on my suitcases and was all ready to take the first bus back to my home town, even though I didn't want to. But it turned out that I didn't have to, by a stroke of luck, which appeared. Considering what happened later, it's hard to think on it as a stroke of luck.
One of the younger people who was working for the University brought a particular bulletin board to my attention. There were all sorts of notices which had been posted by faculty members and students. One of these notices was by someone who wanted to sublet an apartment for the summer.
This student had a small studio apartment in a beautiful old building on 82nd Street and West End Avenue. It was more than a mile from the campus, but it seemed like the best bet.
I was very impressed by the building which had been built at the turn of the century and had beautiful workmanship and carving all over the front. But I was really upset by the rent. The cost for that one room apartment in Manhattan was equal to the cost of a whole house in Iowa. There really wasn't much choice though. They had straightened out my credentials as far as my taking the summer courses and they told me that I could move into the dormitory in the fall, I just had to sublet this apartment for the two months of the summer.
The building really wasn't so bad. It needed a paint job inside, but it seemed sturdy enough and the ceilings were enormously high. It was close to a lot of shopping on Broadway and though it wasn't the loveliest neighborhood in the world, I figured that I was now in New York and would just have to get used to a different type of person from the Iowa farm boys I had known at home.
It was simple enough to get on the bus right outside the school gate and ride right down Broadway till it got to my block. I usually would stop at the supermarket that was on that block and then I would get in the rickety old elevator and ride up to the fourth floor. There were only three apartments to a floor. One apartment on my floor was occupied by a little old lady and I never saw the occupant of the apartment next to mine.
My life was really getting humdrum. It seemed like all the other kids in my classes lived in the dormitory because they were all under-freshman, just like me. I was the only one who was stuck a mile and a half away.
Nobody made any effort to be friendly to me, but I can't really blame them. We were all still high school kids in awe of the big city and we all wanted to have everyone else be nice to us. None of us could take out the time to be nice to anyone else.
My parents were throwing fits back in Iowa. As soon as they found out that I wouldn't be living on the campus they imagined a lot of dreadful things happening to me and they insisted that I come home to Iowa. Sometimes your parents turn out to be right.
It was around the second week of school that I decided that I should give a party for the kids in my freshman social science class. There was one boy in the class who was very tall and had blond hair. I really had my eye on him and figured that this would be a good chance to get to know him. Besides, if I gave a party it would mean that people would get to know me and I would get some friends at the school.
The party never came to be.
I had scheduled the party for Friday night and I was so nervous about it that I kept moving furniture all week long. I would run to the store at least three times a day because I would keep thinking of things that I needed for the party. Somehow I felt sure that nothing would turn out right.
It was so hot and uncomfortable on Wednesday that I actually sat around my apartment wearing a swimsuit. I had already been down to the store twice that day and suddenly came up with a new list of things that I needed for the party.
Although it was well past nine o'clock I thought nothing of going out to the market. That is one advantage of Manhattan over Iowa-you can go to the market at any time of night. And although people like my parents think that the streets are so unsafe, the block is so crowded and well-lit at all times of the night and the day that it is nearly impossible to get attacked there.
It would not be the street that would be my undoing.
I bought a huge shopping bag full of things. I had gotten more wine and some candles and I got cord so that I could hang these wonderful little mobile decorations that I had bought. I even got a pack of playing cards in case there was a group of people at my party who would want to play cards. I really wanted to be prepared for anything at my party.
As I walked back to my apartment building I remember noticing that the street lamps seemed to dim down and then flickered back up again. I thought that this was odd but figured that the electricity pull had been so terrible from all of the air conditioning that it was probably creating a kind of brown-out.
It's funny. I had never heard terms like 'brown out' before coming to New York. There is so much electricity consumed in New York that when the power company cannot supply enough energy to meet all the needs they cut back a little and create a brown-out. A brown-out is done in order to prevent a black out-this is a piece of information I would find out much later.
When I got into my building, there were two boys waiting for the elevator. One was a hulking black boy with shiny black skin and the other was Puerto Rican boy with wavy light brown hair. They both looked like they were younger than me, though both of them had husky physiques.
They both were wearing jeans and tee shirts and their clothes were soaked through to the skin. I was already sweating profusely myself, despite the fact that I was only wearing a tank top and very short shorts along with sandals.
The two boys were kicking the door of the elevator. One of them was cursing in Spanish and apparently they had had to wait quite a while for the elevator to arrive. I was wishing that the elevator would arrive quickly because the bundle that I was carrying was getting heavier by the minute. The front of my blouse was covered with sweat just from holding the bag so close to myself.
When the elevator did come, the two boys did not even have the decency to let me enter first. They were certainly not brought up in the genteel Iowa society that I was used to.
They were apparently on their way to a party on the sixth floor and I would be happy just to get up to my fourth floor apartment and get into a cool tub of water. But as it was none of us reached our destinations.
The elevator had hardly begun moving when it stopped and the lights went out. I fell to the floor and the contents of my package scattered across the elevator.
"Damn!" I heard a black voice call out.
Apparently, I had fallen right to the floor in front of the black boy's foot. It was very embarrassing.
"I excused myself and tried to pick myself up, but apparently I had lost my sense of direction in the dark.
There was silence for a moment. I suppose the three of us were waiting to see whether the lights would go back on again, or not. Or maybe we were even waiting for the impact of a bomb.
After that moment, the Puerto Rican boy lit a match and introduced himself as Hector. The big black boy along with him was named Tad. The match was now burning Hector's ringers so he blew it out. That's when I thought of the candles I had just bought for my party.
I scrounged around on the floor and searched for the candles. When Hector lit another match he was able to light the candle. I found the rest of my groceries by the light of the candle and put them all back in the bag. I was somehow assuming that the lights would go back on in a minute and we would soon be on our way again in the elevator.
Little did I know that all of New York City had just suffered a massive blackout-the first one in twelve years-and I would be trapped in this elevator all night with these young hoodlums.
When Tad saw the deck of cards that I was about to put back in the bag he grabbed them away from me and said, "Hey, howsabout a game of strip poker?"
I pulled the cards away from him and said, "No thank you."
Hector laughed uproariously, making me feel that I had taken the whole thing too seriously. I turned away so that the two boys would not see me blush in the candlelight. The three of us were sitting on the floor and I realized that I really had to relax. There was no telling how long the elevator would be stuck.
The two boys were also sitting on the floor and I could see their skin sticking to their sweat-soaked clothes.
Hector began laughing as he pulled his soaking tee shirt over his smooth and muscular chest. "You gonna pull the clothes back on me, girlie?"
Tad followed suit and in a minutes, time I was leaning my own sweat-soaked body against the wall of the elevator and looking at the two boys who were sitting in their underwear and their sneakers.
INTERVIEW TWO
They both had smooth and well-muscled bodies. Hector's skin was a golden tan and he wore a baggy pair of boxer shorts. Tad's skin was like burned chocolate pudding. It was the blackest black I had ever seen and it stood out even more sharply because of his white jockey shorts.
Both of the boys chuckled as they looked at me. They began rummaging through the bag I had brought from the supermarket.
"You must be as sweaty as us, girlie," Hector said, "why don'cha strip down too?"
"No thank you," I said as I tried to look away from the two appealing, masculine bodies.
"Ain't she the polite one." Hector remarked to his friend.
But, Tad was occupied elsewhere. He had just discovered the bottle of wine that was in my bag. He began to open the bottle without saying a word.
"Stop that," I said, "that's for my friends."
"So who are we?" Tad snickered.
This last remarked had angered Hector and he stood up to talk to me. "Look, girlie, don't you have a brain in your head? It's hot and you get pissed off that we wanna get our sweaty clothes off. We're stuck here and you wanna save your wine for your friends. For all we know we may never get saved from this elevator. Then what good will your wine do you?"
His comments made me ashamed of myself. I realized that Hector was right. The three of us were stuck in a disaster situation. I really should have been less concerned with my damn Iowa decorum than with making it through.
I was just about to apologize to Hector when I became aware of his boxer shorts. They were sticking out in the front like there was something at least nine inches long and so thick around that I couldn't have even fit it in my fist the way I had for my boyfriend Ralph. I could not let these boys see the admiration in my eyes at Hector's cock.
Tad taunted his friend, "If that's the biggest she ever saw it's only because I still got my shorts on."
In a minute, as the black boy skinned off his jockey shorts that had stuck to his skin with sweat, he proved that his statement was not just an idle boast. His meat was fully hard and was more than an inch longer than Hector's. It seemed to be even thicker in it's width. I had grown up around farms so you can believe me when I say that that boy was really hung just like a horse.
"Please." I whimpered, "Please don't hurt me.
The boys both grinned as they moved toward me slowly. Soon there were two pairs of hands on my overheated body. Sweaty hands touched my sweaty shoulders.
A pair of black hands reached under the thin cotton of my blouse. Rough hands were stroking the soft, white flesh on my stomach as they lifted my tank top up. Slowly they moved, tracing the path that my blouse was taking. The black hands gently out-lined the round curve of my breasts.
The sweat-soaked blouse was now over my face, as I felt the black hands pinch my pink tits. I called out a little moan in protest. I felt the huge black dong hitting against the soft, white skin of my thigh. There was a drop of moisture at the tip of his cock, which was not sweat. A drop of the black boy's pre-cum had dribbled out of the firm flesh onto my thigh.
Then I felt another set of hands join the first. The black hands were still kneading one of my round, meaty tits and the Puerto Rican boy's hands began tickling and pinching my other tit. I felt his enormous dick press against my other thigh as he leaned forward and began licking my tit. He nipped at it with his teeth.
The black hands were now working their way down my sweat-streaked belly and searching for the top button on them, to pull them down my legs. My bikini panties were now exposed.
One large black hand reached into my panties and grasped a handful of my tender blonde pubic hairs. Meanwhile, the thick, hot tongue of the Puerto Rican boy was tickling my nipple.
My sweaty panties were now binding my thighs together while the large insistent hand of the black boy reached in to part my pussy lips.
The two of them tossed me across the floor of the elevator. There was hardly room for me to lay out fully across the floor from end to end. Two sets of rough hands finished stripping me. My shorts and panties came down my slender legs and my tank top was pulled out of the tangle of long blonde hair to come off the top of my head.
Both sets of hands felt up my body. Tan colored hands roamed up my thighs and squeezed together the burning lips of my cunt. Black hands ran over my pink tits and squeezed them in a mighty grasp.
The boys were both covered in sweat, and their hands continued to move around.
The vicious boy had picked up the candle and was dripping the wax onto my delicate blonde pubic hairs. Each drop of wax that slid onto my soft white skin made me wince from the heat.
"We'll fill up your whole damn twat with wax unless you let us do what we want."
As he said this, I felt his rough fingers part my pussy lips. A drop of molten wax fell right on the exposed inner portion of my delicate cunt. I screeched out in agony.
Tad laughed, "Looks like she learned to open that mouth of hers."
Hector was very quickly back in his position. His broad cock head was right at my mouth. I knew that I had no choice. I opened my mouth and prepared to let the boy slip his meat inside my moist orifice.
I was not prepared for the vicious shove with which he pushed half of his cock inside my mouth. I was sure that I would choke as I felt his mushroom shaped cock head hit my windpipe.
I was certain that he would not be able to fit anymore of his cock into my throat, but he began to push his strong hips forward. His hands were holding onto my ears so that I could not pull away. Aside from that my head was being crushed down against the floor.
Slowly and certainly I was being fed more and more of the stinking cock. The smell of male sweat and piss mingled in my nostrils as my eyes opened to watch the washboard stomach move closer toward my face.
Although I was certain that it was physically impossible I knew that I had all nine inches of Hector's cock in my mouth. I felt the kinky pubic hair scrape against my nose and I felt the heavy balls weigh down on my chin. I could not move my head at all.
I was incapable of even making the slightest movement in my mouth or throat. If I tried to swallow I felt the thick cock holding my throat muscles apart so that I could not even move my tongue to try to lubricate my mouth.
He had been so slow in pushing his dick inside my mouth that it came as a surprise when he very quickly pulled most of his cock meat out of my mouth. He pushed back in again so quickly that I couldn't even get a chance to swallow in between his motions.
Hector began this brutal fucking motion in and out of my mouth. After two or three strokes I finally figured out that I would be able to get a chance to swallow or to breath in if I timed it correctly to his thrusts out of my mouth.
That is when I felt the rough black fingers touch my pussy lips. I had forgotten about Tad and his monster cock. My body froze as I felt the black boy touching my cunt. I had seen the size of his fuck hammer and I knew that it would rip me apart.
I struggled to free my mouth of Hector's insistent, invading meat. I wanted to shout out and tell the boys that I was a virgin in all respects. Maybe they would be a little more gentle with me.
But Hector was not about to let my attempts to be free stop him from enjoying the glorious blowjob he was receiving. Though I was doing none of the work he was enjoying the in-and-out fucking of my hot mouth.
I felt the thick black cock head at the lips of my pussy. I bucked and rocked my body back and forth to try to escape, to try to protest. But I knew that I was trapped in a stalled, candle-lit elevator. There was no escape.
Tad's cock pushed and pushed at the entrance of my cunt. I could tell that he was feeling as much agony as I was, because the skin was being pulled back on his cock much the same way that the skin was being pulled on my pussy lips.
A moment of relief. He took his cock away from my cunt lips. I had time to worry about my mouth. I was convinced that my jaw was now locked in this position. I had had to open my mouth so wide to suck off the Puerto Rican cock that I thought I would never again get it closed.
Then I felt the black fingers once more at my cunt lips. The fingers were now wet and cool. I could tell that he had covered his fingers with his own saliva and he was using that to lubricate my steaming cunt.
The lips of my pussy closed down tight against the invading fingers. If I tightened up like this over the fingers how could my pussy react to the cock that was ten times as thick?
A moment later and the enormous black cock was upon me. He pushed in just an inch and I felt as if I had been stretched out beyond my power to stretch. He kept pushing and pushing, digging his cock into me. There was a popping sound and I could tell that his entire cock head had finally dug into my tender pussy lips.
Tad pushed my legs up in the air so that he would have an easier target. Hector was now on top of my mouth and fucking in and out with as much energy as he had at the outset. Hector's legs were spread and pressing down on my tender, succulent white breasts. Meanwhile Tad was pushing his enormous prong into my pussy lips.
Tad put his mighty hands around my waist and began to lift me up. I could tell that he was leaning back on his heels, his cock head firmly lodged inside my cunt.
His friend figured out what was happening too. Without missing a beat in his vicious fucking, Hector held onto my head and began to lift his body up.
Soon the three of us were in a new position. Hector was standing up with his cock still firmly implanted in my mouth. I was sitting down and Tad was sitting beneath me, his big dick penetrating my cunt.
There were too things primarily on my mind. The aching in my jaw was turning to numbness as Hector continually fucked in and out of my mouth. Every other muscle in my body was tight as a spring because of Tad's huge meat which was already stretching out my virgin pussy.
I knew that if I relaxed the muscles in my legs and arms-the muscles which were keeping me just a few inches off of the floor-that I would slide down onto Tad's enormous cock and split my cunt in two.
What I didn't count on was the terrible sadistic streak that ran through the two boys. Tad reached out and fondled my breasts. From there he ran his fingertips to my armpits.
Being ticklish under my armpits I could not help but laugh. That laugh caused me to lose control over my leg muscles and I soon felt Tad's ten inches take my virginity.
The laugh soon turned to a howl of pain, but the sound was stifled by the throbbing length of Hector's cock which plunged into my throat. The combination of the laughter and the howl were enough to make the Puerto Rican boy shoot his hot load of cum into my throat.
I struggled and tried to pull my head away. I don't know which was worse, the searing pain of the thick black meat that filled up my pussy or the loads of gooey steamy cum that were filling my mouth.
Tad was lifting me up so that his shaft was partly exposed. Then he plunged me down even harder and further than he had the first time.
Hector was still shooting his hot sperm in my mouth and I was breathing heavily as I tried to swallow it all down. That heavy breathing is what set Tad off and I felt his great fuck pole throb inside of me.
A moment later and I was being filled up with cum. Cum was pouring down my throat. Cum was shooting up my cunt.
That's when I felt the sudden tingle in my pussy. The tingle turned to a throb. I felt a moisture. Somehow I knew that it wasn't just the moisture from Tad's enormous load of cum. It was a moisture that came from inside of me.
I was filling up with pussy juice.
My cunt walls tightened around the thick cock still shooting inside of me. I almost choked on cock juice as I began to moan.
It was the next morning before we were rescued from the elevator. In the course of the night both of the boys kept filling every part of my body with cum.
Now I'm very confused. Although this was the first sexual experience I ever had I feel like I want to have sex all the time. I only have to think of the beautiful bodies of these two rapists in the elevator and I find that my panties are soaked with pussy juice.
I did not report the rape at that time, but my parents know that I had a traumatic experience during the blackout. As of now I am planning to return to Iowa.
CONCLUSION
Returning to Iowa would be the worst thing that Jane could do.
What has actually happened is that Jane had sex for the first time and she discovered-much to her amazement-that she enjoyed it. Despite the fact that she was forced to participate in the sex act, she experienced a wonderful orgasm.
Jane is very much mistaken if she thinks that leaving the city will help her to stop having orgasms when she thinks about her rape. Nor will the Iowa environment help her to stop her desire for sex. If anything, going to her parents would only serve to make her all the more confused. She craves sex and in that environment she will be more stifled and prohibited than ever.
What Jane really needs is a wonderful boy with a big cock who will treat her right and fuck her often.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
SUBJECT: Lola L.
AGE: Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Lola looked like any one of a number of street-wise tough kids. She had black hair that billowed out in a very free manner. She wore a good deal of make-up for a girl of fourteen. When I first met her she was wearing a very short skirt and a tee shirt which showed the fact that there was no bra covering her pointy tits.
She still had signs of what some might call 'baby fat' and could certainly have afforded to lose ten or fifteen pounds. From a sexual perspective this made Lola very meaty and voluptuous. Her hips looked especially appetizing, and her breasts were amazingly well-developed and rounded for a girl of her age.
Had she worn a little less make up and had she not tried so hard to be trashy, she could have been a stunning and elegant girl. It was her misfortune that she bore all of the scars of her ghetto upbringing.
So, what do you wanna know, doc? Things are rough all over, right? You look at me and say that I'm only a kid of fourteen, but I've got scars I could show you that would knock your eyes out.
I'd show them to you too. I don't remember anytime when I was modest. There was no chance to be around our house. My mother was always bringing her customers up to our apartment and I always had to go sleep in the kitchen so I'd be out of the way. My brother was usually gone somewhere. He was just two years older than me and we never even knew if he was in jail or out.
I lost my cherry about two years ago. It was really such a natural thing that I kind of expected it all along.
There I was, sleeping on the couch like I usually did. I hear my mother at the door to our apartment. She's making a lot of noise and laughing and trying to find her key. I knew she was doing that on purpose.
You see, we had a signal. She knew that I'd be asleep on the couch. If she was coming home with a trick she would make a lot of noise so that I would wake up and go into the kitchen. She figured that seeing a kid around ruined the mood with the trick she was bringing home. She also took a lot of time at opening the door so that I would have time to get up and go into the kitchen.
I was so used to this by this time that I could wake up and fall right back to sleep without anything ever bothering me. I picked up my blanket and my pillow and made it into the kitchen in plenty of time for my mother to bring the man into our apartment.
When I saw her come into the living room on this particular night, I knew that all the laughing and noise wasn't just a part of her act. She was really stinking drunk. I didn't care. I had seen her that way before. It was okay with me as long as she got the twenty bucks from the guy who was gonna fuck her.
Things used to be just fine with us until I was about nine. All of them goddamn layoffs and this unemployment bullshit got to my old man. He ran away. One day, he just disappeared and we never heard from him again.
For awhile after that we got along okay. We could get welfare and there were a couple of other things like that that helped us through. Let's face it, I still had nice clothes then that my father had bought for me. And my mother could still say-"Look, it's only been four months since my husband left." But then four months slips into six months and six months slips into three years. The nice dresses that were left over from the time that I had a father and he had a job were all too small on me, so now it was crummy dresses that were salvaged from the salvation army.
Eventually the welfare runs out and none of the social agencies want to help anymore. There was only one thing my mother could do and that was to hook.
She was still a teenager when I was born so she sure wasn't an old hag by the time I was twelve. There were plenty of guys who would pay the twenty bucks to shove their cocks into her pussy. I know. I watched them parade through our living room.
When she was able to turn a lot of tricks we did okay. We were never exactly eating steak and wine, but at least we had food in the house. The problems came up when she got too drunk to turn tricks and the money was all gone.
On this particular night I could see that she was heading for a period of hard drinking. She couldn't even keep on her feet. Not that the guy who was with her was much better than she was. They were both falling all over the place.
I'd been through enough of these different things to stop being curious about them. I just curled up on the linoleum floor, with part of the blanket under me and part of the blanket over me. I tucked it in all around, figuring that I would at least make it a little harder for the cockroaches to attack me.
I was asleep in less than a minute, in spite of the fact that my mother and her client were still out in the living room laughing it up.
I don't know how long it was before I got woken up. The way I got woken up was pretty hairy in itself. This big, muscle-bound guy that my mother had brought home with her had come into the kitchen looking for a drink of water and he had fallen right on top of me.
"Goddamn this whole fuckin' place," the man was muttering.
"Get yer ass offa me, mister." I snarled.
Realizing that the lump on the kitchen floor he had just tripped over was actually a living, breathing little girl, was almost enough to sober the bastard up. He stared at me and then shuffled away.
Imagine this. Both of us are on the floor. I'm laying there in my panties and a nightgown and this hairy joker is stark naked with a roaring hard-on. When he realizes that I'm a little girl he put his hand over his hard meat. But, putting his hand over his meat is almost the same as his grabbing his cock and starting to jerk it off.
This was not the first time I had ever seen a cock. From the time I was eight years old the boys in school would offer me candy and nickels to show them my pussy. I never saw anything wrong with giving them a peek if it meant some profit to me.
Sometimes as a bonus the boys would then show me their cocks. Usually they were small hairless little things, but sometimes when one of the older boys was around I would get to see a larger, hairy cock.
This naked man had the first man-size cock I had ever seen.
"What the fuck are you doin' here?" The drunk asked.
"I live here. Now get the hell out of this kitchen and let me go to sleep." I said, rolling over and trying to ignore him.
"This is a fucked-up place. I go home with a whore and she's too drunk to stay awake while I fuck her."
"Maybe you just ain't good enough to keep her awake."
He jumped on top of me when I said this. I felt his thick cock pressing down against the tender white skin of my belly. I can tell you what I never would have told this guy. I was scared at that moment.
Much as I talked big and acted like I was real tough, I was still a virgin and I really wasn't prepared to lose my cherry to that enormous dong that was digging into me.
The drunk was clawing at my nightgown. He pulled it up to my body. I felt the hair of his belly rub against the softness of my belly. His rough, work-worn' hands kneaded my small and round breasts. I had always been proud of the fact that I had the best developed tits of any twelve year old girl in the school.
Apparently the drunk was enjoying my well-rounded tits as well. He was pinching the pink nipples and massaging the flesh around and around.
"Hey mister," I said, kiddingly, "come on. I'm only twelve years old and I'm a virgin."
He laughed as he pulled down my panties and roughly grasped my pussy lips. "No shit, kid. You really are a baby ain'cha."
For a moment I relaxed. I felt sure that he was going to stop what he was doing now that he realized that I was so young and innocent. That was my big mistake. He took that moment to rip my panties off and put his thick knob of a cock head against the lips of my cunt.
They must have heard my scream a mile away. That damn drunk shoved his whole cock into me without ever stopping. He just slid right in as if I was some damn fuck machine instead of being a hairless virgin pussy.
All I can remember is that damn whiskey breath and the grunting and piggy sounding noises that he made as he fucked me. His cock was very thick and it kept scraping against the sides of the walls in my vagina. I bit down on my lip. I wasn't going to let this bastard make me cry, or at least I wasn't going to let him know that I wanted to cry.
He only fucked me about five minutes when I felt his cock start to wave around on its own. It's like his cock hit me on the right side and then it hit me on the left side. The cock was twitching around inside of me even though the man was absolutely still.
After a few of these twitches, the cock twitched again and shot a load of hot cum inside of my pussy. Then it kept shooting and shooting. Even though this cock juice was very hot and gooey, it felt like a kind of salve for my aching cunt.
The walls of my insides had been so scraped and stretched out by his rough fucking that this steaming sperm was just what I needed to ease the pain.
A few seconds later this guy is stumbling out of the room and leaving me on the floor without saying a word. I throw the blanket around me and I follow him.
There, in my mother's bedroom, my mother is so passed out and dead to the world that she wouldn't even know if a bomb dropped. This guy is busy getting dressed, and still he doesn't look at me and he doesn't acknowledge me in any way.
So, I let him get dressed. Meanwhile, I went over to the front door of the apartment and placed myself right there-blocking his way out. When he came to the door, he tried to push me aside, still not saying a word to me.
"Hold on, Mister," I said, "where's my twenty bucks?"
"What?"
"I know the going rate. You fucked me. I want twenty bucks."
"Get out of my way little girl."
"You put a finger on me and I'll yell 'rape' so loud that half the neighborhood is gonna come running."
The man began chuckling, so I continued, "You may think that that's funny, but the men in this neighborhood take the idea of raping a twelve-year-old very seriously. They'd probably cut off your balls before they even give you to the cops."
His face turned white as he reached for his wallet. I sneered, "Since you gave me so much trouble, you can make that fifty bucks."
"Fifty? But you said twenty."
"You took my cherry. I'll never be able to sell my cherry again."
"I don't have fifty bucks with me."
I grabbed his wallet out of his hands. I pulled all of the money out of his wallet that he had there. I remember that I got thirty-seven bucks that night.
I went to sleep and never said anything about that to my mother.
That was the beginning of my career as a teenaged prostitute.
INTERVIEW TWO
When Lola came back for her second interview she was not nearly as high-strung as she had been that first day. She wore a little less make up than she had for the first interview. She still wore a little bit of lipstick and a little coloring in her cheeks, but she proved that she was a beautiful girl even without make up. Her eyes were so wide and dark that no eyeliner could have made them more striking.
By the second interview it was clear that Lola had begun to trust me and could speak with me as if I were an old friend.
I know that I really came across tough the last time I was here, doc. Maybe that's not the real me. But, when you live in a ghetto and everything is always 'dog eat dog' you have to act tough or else you'll get destroyed.
I do a very good job of acting tough. I don't even show the fact that I'm sick and tired of it.
Last time I talked to you I told you about the time that I first started peddling my pussy. I could tell you lots of stories of what happened to me since then. One night I even made a hundred bucks from one trick. He was an old guy in a big limousine and all he wanted me to do was to dress up in these little girl clothes and let him paddle me across the knee.
Let me tell you that my butt really hurt after that guy's act, but it was sure worth the hundred bucks. He never even stuck his cock into me.
With all of those stories of what happened in between I guess that I really ought to tell you what happened to me that made me want to change. It was a terrible night and I know that I can never go back to prostitution after this.
I had two years worth of experience at acting really tough and sharp. I dressed up really sexy and I could turn three or four tricks a night like it was nothing.
Every so often my brother Herbie gets into the act. When he comes home from a term in juvenile hall or from running around to god-knows-where, he sees that I'm making good money. By this time our mother is so into the booze that she doesn't even know what's going on. As long as I bring her bottles she's happy and she don't ask questions.
But Herbie is just full of questions. He decides that what I need is good management, and he decides that he's the perfect manager. Well, as far as I'm concerned I figure that it's my cunt that's getting fucked so I should keep all the money. I've never gone for the idea of having a pimp.
Every now and then over the last two years Herbie would show up again with the same suggestion. And I would always tell Herbie to go fry an egg.
Then, last month Herbie comes to me really desperate. He needs to have four hundred bucks and fast. He knows that I have that kind of money and more stashed away, but I figured that he had no right to any of it.
Screw the fact that he's my brother. I don't trust the kid. Besides, who ever heard of a fourteen year old girl lending money to her sixteen year old brother. It's just crazy. I told him to drop dead and we had some really nasty words which ended with me saying that I never wanted to see him again.
But I did see him again. Every night when I'd be working my corner I would see Herbie standing somewhere nearby and watching me. It was like he was studying me. He was always across the street, or leaning in some doorway. Somewhere where I wasn't supposed to see him. So I just figured that he was trying to spook me. I decided to ignore him.
Then one night I didn't see Herbie around. I figured that he had gotten tired of haunting me and that I could have some peace in my life finally. I thought that maybe that loanshark who wanted the four-hundred bucks from him had knocked him off. I didn't feel any regret at the loss of my brother.
That's when this big foreign car started to circle the block. He slowed up when he passed me so I opened an extra button and leaned back really sexy, pushing my hips a little bit forward. The next time he circled the block he slowed up again as he passed me.
I was wondering what the joker was waiting for. From the size of his car I could see that he could afford me. I was casually rubbing my tits when he circled the next time. I sure as hell wasn't going to let this one get away.
He stopped the car and leaned toward me. "You got the time, honey?" he asked me.
I smiled and started to open his car door as I said, "Sure, if you've got the place." It was hokey but ft worked. I didn't know that that would be the last time I would be using the line for a long time.
I settled back in the plush upholstery of the seat. I looked really foxy on that particular night. I had on a very short mini-skirt and a pair of platform shoes. My blouse just covered my tits, leaving my whole belly exposed.
As I turned to look at the man in the driver's seat, a sack was placed over my head by someone in the back seat. I struggled to free myself, but I was being held down by a man's strong hands.
The driver said, "I'll drop you off now. I gotta get this car back."
The man in the back seat replied, "Thanks for the help." I knew that voice. The strong hands that were holding me were my brother's hands.
The driver and my brother got together to tie me up. Soon my brother was carrying me out of the car and down a flight of steps. I could feel a chill in the air as if we were in some kind of basement or cellar.
I was tossed on the floor. I could not tell whether there was anyone else there, but I knew that my brother was there because he stood right next to me.
Even with the sack over my head I began shouting, "Herbie. Let me out of here, Herbie."
Herbie kicked me in my side and shouted "Shut up. Now I'm gonna get that four hundred dollars whether you like it or not."
I realized that it would be best for me to just stay quiet. There was no way that I could defend myself with the bag over my head and my body tied up as it was.
I waited in silence in the dank place. The fabric that was over my head was so heavy that I couldn't tell whether it was dark or light in this place. Then I heard footsteps and muffled voices. It was clear that they were whispering so as to keep their plans from me. I shivered in fear and expectation.
A group of men's hands lifted me up above their heads and carried me. I knew that I was going up a flight of stairs now because I felt my body being hit against the sides of the wall every so often.
There were many voices around me now. I could hear men talking and I could smell cigar smoke. I was placed down onto something and the sack was removed from my head.
My heart stood still at the sight that I beheld. There was a group of about thirty men. This was some kind of secret society and they were having a meeting. All of the men were staring directly at me as I lay bound on the stage.
"And this," the man on the podium began, "is our little entertainment for the evening."
All of the men in the room cheered. What followed next resembled an old-fashioned slave auction. I was stripped naked, the bonds stall left on my body, and displayed in front of the drooling men.
"What am I bid for first crack at this pussy?" the toastmaster asked.
The bidding went up to fifty dollars, as the man at the podium reminded his fellow members that the money was all going to go toward their special fund. I kept thinking, 'hey fellas, what about a special fund for me?'
The bidding did not go as high when they jostled for the post of second man at my pussy. The auctioneer then sold off all the other chances to fuck me in numerical order. The final six or seven men would only have to pay five dollars each if they could stick around long enough to have their turns.
I had lost track of the compilation of bids, but it was clear that it was well over eight-hundred dollars. I knew that my brother Herbie was going to get the four-hundred that he needed and that their charity fund would get the other four-hundred. There was one person who would end up with no money. A hell of a battered pussy, but no money.
The first man up had his choice of how he wanted me. He wanted me leaning forward with my ass out so that he could enter me from behind-doggy style. All of his lodge brothers watched him as he shoved his hard cock up my pussy slit. I gritted my teeth. I was determined not to show any emotion or give these bastards any satisfaction.
He was pretty fast at cumming, which pleased his anxious buddies. The second man up wanted me on my back and he had my feet tied to pullies that ran over the stage. I was not only spread-eagled but my legs were wide apart and in the air. This gave man number two a good chance to put his dong deep into my wide-open cunt.
While he was at it, the third man up realized that he could take advantage of my position. He plopped himself down right on top of my face and fucked me in the mouth as if it were some goddamn hole for him to use.
The two of them started to take on the same rhythm as they fucked my hot pussy and my mouth in unison. It seemed like it was taking forever for them to cum.
When they were both through, I was returned to the doggy style position so that man number four could get his rocks off. But I was in for a hell of a surprise. This bastard wanted it the hard way. He shoved his cock up my tight ass hole.
No matter how much I had sworn not to show any emotion, I let out a pained yowl when I felt that thickened prick shove, into my tight little shit hole. I had only been fucked up the ass once before and I had charged that trick fifty bucks to do it. I never wanted it done again. But, tied up and at the mercy of this gang of bastards, there wasn't much that I could do about it.
I lost track of the time. I lost track of the cocks. I lost track of everything as one after another these men used and abused my body. My pussy was so loose and sloppy and dripping with cum by the time they got down to the last few men, that most of them opted for fucking my mouth.
I no longer could fight them off with my mouth muscles. They were so distended and stretched out that anyone could do anything they wanted to me.
It was the next morning when they brought me once more to the basement where my brother, Herbie, was waiting. Handing me over to Herbie, they also gave the bastard his four hundred dollars.
Herbie told them, "Don't worry I'll see that the girl gets home all right."
He pulled the cloth over my head, kept me tied up and eventually tossed me out of the car, naked, into some vacant lot.
That's where they found me when they brought me to you, doctor. I can't go back to hooking. I never want to see another cock as long as I live. What is there left for me?
CONCLUSION
It is difficult, I assure you, but the therapist has to remember that this girl is still only fourteen. She has been through a lot and has seen a lot. Certainly she has seen too much for her age. As for her comment that she never wants any more cock, that will change as soon as the soreness goes away which has so inflamed her vagina. As for her question of "What is left for her?" the answer is very simple. Her childhood.
This girl was deprived of a real childhood. She is still fourteen. It is not too late. She needs to be placed in a good home, preferably in a country atmosphere far from the city life she has learned to master. She doesn't really want to be a tough street kid, she just wants to be a loved child.
Sue has had a tragic life-a hard life-and she has learned more than most women learn in a lifetime. The knowledge shouldn't hurt her, in spite of the circumstances under which it was learned. Indeed, because Lela has superior intelligence, she will be able to profit from the experience more than the average fourteen-year-old.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
SUBJECT: Carly B.
AGE: Sixteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Carly, a precociously lovely young brunette, was referred to me through the office of the school nurse at Mount Scopus Finishing School For Girls. Carly is the daughter of a very famous movie star, a divorcee, who will remain anonymous. From what I was told by the school nurse, with whom Carly had confided, the young girl's mother had sexually assaulted her on numerous occasions. I looked forward to interviewing the young lady, as homosexual incest is one of my specialties. The following is a taped transcript from my first meeting with young Carly.
Well, doctor, I must admit that I feel a little strange coming here this morning. I have told the school nurse everything and I don't know what more there is for me to talk about.
No, I'm not that upset about what happened. It's just that it doesn't seem right. You know, there just is something abnormal about a mother having sexual relations with her daughter. You and the school nurse, Miss Parsons, are the only people who know about this. Because of my mother's position, I wouldn't dare tell any of my girl friends.
I guess you know who my mother is. Thank you, doctor. I know she is very beautiful.
Don't be fooled by the image that you have seen of my mother in the movies. Yes, she is blonde and beautiful and young and all of that, but she is also a very strange woman.
I guess I knew that there was something wrong with my mother even when I was very young. There was a look in her eyes when she looked at me that just wasn't right.
She divorced my father when I was around ten years-old and I never saw her with a man again. But she sure had lots of girlfriends. You see, doctor, my mother is a lesbian.
Most of the women she brought around the house to spend the night with her, were young girls. Some of them weren't much older than me. It was sort of embarrassing for me. I wouldn't invite friends over after school, because I didn't want them to see my mother carrying on like a crazy lesbian.
It was all so embarrassing. She would kiss these women on the mouth and fondle their breasts and on warm days she would go swimming with them nude in the pool.
Sometimes I would spy on them instead of doing my homework. I guess the young women were starlets or something like that. They were certainly very pretty.
My mother is only thirty-three, and she was only seventeen when she had me. She doesn't look much over twenty or twenty-one. It sure is strange having such a lovely mother.
But I was telling you about her and her girl friends. She would go swimming with them nude and I would watch them. They always messed around. I guess my mother is a real pervert. I feel sort of strange saying that about my own mother, but it's very true. She would sit on the side of the pool and spread her legs and the young women would suck on her pussy. Now, don't get me wrong. Last summer I had a boy friend, and we made love plenty of times. I know about oral sex and everything. But it sure is strange watching your own mother get sucked off, especially by another woman.
This went on all the time and it seemed like our home was turning into some sort of hang-out for perverts or something. I never knew what to expect when I came home each day from school.
One night my mother had a party. There were plenty of people, but they were all women. You should have seen it doctor. It was so decadent, just like in one of those European art films.
The women were all in pairs. Some of them were dressed up like men, and others like women. It was as though half of them were imitation men and the others were exaggerated females.
It was all so strange.
The women who thought they were men, were dressed in men's suits and they smoked cigars and acted just like men. I guess because most of them were connected with show business, they sure looked good.
And the feminine women couldn't be more feminine. They were dressed in slinky dresses and their hair was made up real fancy. I spied on them from the upstairs landing while they all danced together. Later in the night, several couples strolled outside and made out. It was all so peculiar.
There is an empty room next to mine, and later that night, while I was in bed, I heard noises coming from the room. It was very peculiar. It sounded like a couple were making love.
Of course, I was curious. I wouldn't be normal if I wasn't curious. So I opened the door part way and looked in.
I was right. There was a couple making love in the room next to mine. It was two women. They were naked and they were really going at it. They were so beautiful. I must admit I got turned on from watching them.
One of the women had really short cropped dark hair and her figure was very masculine. She had small breasts, hardly bigger than a little girl's. And her hips were almost non-existent. Between her narrow, but shapely thighs, there was a very ample pile of black pubic hair. She looked very much like a man, but she had no penis, of course.
She was making love with a very beautiful blonde woman. The blonde girl was as feminine as the dark one was masculine. They were really going at it. The blonde girl was in the dark woman's arms and they were kissing passionately. I could hear the sounds of their lips smacking and the deep sensual sighs coming from them.
There was a big candle burning next to them, and in the light, I could see very well.
The blonde girl spread her thighs wide apart, and the dark woman lowered her mouth to her blonde-covered snatch. She started to lick and suck her cunt and the blonde was sighing very loudly. It was all so sexual.
I must admit that my own little pussy began to get very hot from all of this. Hot juice began to trickle out of my pussy. I put my hand up under my night gown and began to fiddle with my vagina.
That doesn't mean I'm perverted, does it?
Anyway, I was fingering myself and fiddling with my clitoris while the dark woman was eating out the light one. They were really groaning and getting hot and bothered.
It was all so stimulating.
And then the blonde girl reached her orgasm.
You should have heard her moan and groan. It was really inspiring. I sort of wondered if it might be nicer to make love with a woman than a man. I mean, they did seem to be enjoying themselves more than I ever did with my boy friend.
After the blonde finished her orgasm, they changed positions. The dark one got on her back and spread her legs, and the blonde one got between her legs and started to kiss the black pubic patch.
The dark one groaned and moaned just like a man. She thrust her hips up against the blonde's mouth and reached out and began caressing her full breasts. God, they were a couple of horny women.
It's funny, but I always thought that girls were hornier when they were young. But I just don't think that's true. I think they get hornier as they get older.
Anyway, they were really going at it. And then the dark one began to pant and rave. She was having her orgasm.
She must have climaxed at least ten times. She was really getting carried away with herself. It was so strange.
And then they rested for awhile. I was still frigging myself. I was going very slowly, because I didn't want to come too soon. I wanted to make it last.
My breasts were very warm and heaving with anticipation. My little pink nipples had become quite firm and they were throbbing. It was all such a sexual delight.
And then the two women began to make love again. Only this time, the dark one had strapped a big dildo on her. At least that's what I think it's called. It looked just like a big penis. I think it was made of rubber. She had it strapped around the inside of her thighs and around her waist.
She was really giving it to the blonde. The young light one was really moaning and groaning while the dark one fucked her madly. The dildo was going in and out of the light girl's cunt with lightening speed.
They were both moaning and groaning excessively. And I was masturbating. Oh, doctor. I was truly inspired. It never crossed my mind that I might be a lesbian myself from deriving so much joy from watching them play with each other.
My pussy was soaking wet.
And that's when my mother came into my room. I hadn't seen her come in. But she sure saw me. I don't know how long she had been standing behind me, watching me masturbate while observing the two lesbians in the next room.
Suddenly, I felt my mother's hand on my shoulder, and I turned around to look up into her smiling, beautiful face. She closed the door to the bedroom so that I could no longer see the two lesbians making love and told me that she wanted to talk to me about something important.
She pulled me by my pussy-juice-soaked hand over to the bed and we sat down on the edge. I think my mother had been smoking marijuana. She seemed really spaced out.
She was so beautiful that night. Her long blonde hair hung down in thick plaits over her shoulders. It looked like spun gold. She was wearing a very tight silver dress. Her tits were practically falling out of the top of the dress.
She put her, arm around me and asked me if I knew what the two women in the adjacent bedroom were doing. I was surprised that she took me for such a prude. I, of course, told her that they were lesbians and that they were making love.
And then she smiled at me very strangely and asked me if I knew that she was a lesbian.
I blushed, and told her that I had known for a long time. She looked surprised. I guess parents never really realize that their children are growing up until it's too late.
She asked me to take off my nightgown. I asked her why. She told me that she just wanted to see how much I had developed since she had seen me naked last.
She had such a strange look in her eyes. I was really nervous. I couldn't believe that she was going to try to seduce me, her own daughter.
But that's exactly what she had in mind. I pulled off my gown and she looked at my body with hungry eyes. I guess I have a pretty nice figure. My breasts are full and ripe and I have a very lovely patch of dark curly pubes between my smooth thighs.
Mommy asked me to stand up and turn around. She wanted to look at me entirely. She said that I had a lovely body. She said that my ass was perfectly formed and that I should be proud of my body.
Mommy told me that I had what it takes to be a movie star. That really made me feel good.
She asked me if I knew what it meant to be a lesbian.
I played dumb. I felt so strange to be talking to my own mother about such things.
She began by telling me that lesbian love was really a very highly developed art of love.
She said that even in ancient Greece, the women made love with each other. My mother said that men just never understood the needs of the female. She said that men only wanted to shoot their come into a woman's vagina, but never cared about how the woman felt.
I guess she was right. When I was with my boy friend, he only seemed to care about fucking me. He never took the time to make me feel good. I didn't realize it, but my mother was seducing me into the ways of lesbian love.
And then she touched me on the breast. Her long fingers felt wonderful as they moved over my firm breast flesh. My nipples became hard. I was so nervous, doctor. I knew I couldn't deny my own mother. But the idea of making love with her, filled me with nervous anxiety. I began to cry. She pushed her lips against my tear-filled eyes and drank the tears.
And then she smiled and asked me if I would like to see her body.
I nodded.
I had to stop Carly at this point, as the time scheduled for her interview had lapsed. I wanted very much to continue the interview, to ascertain the extent of her homosexual liaison with her own mother, and so I scheduled her for a second appointment the following week.
INTERVIEW TWO
Carly showed up as scheduled for her second interview. She seemed as calm and lovely as ever. But a strange physical change had taken place since I saw her last. She was wearing a man's three-piece suit, and her hair was cropped very short. She looked lovely, but there was a definite masculine aura about her. The following is a taped transcript of the second interview with the young girl.
Gee, doctor, where was I? I think that last time I was here I was about to tell you the details of my first sexual encounter with my mother. Yes, that's right.
My mother had asked me if I wanted to see her body. I nodded. Sure, it seemed perfectly normal to want to see the naked body of a famous and beautiful movie star. It didn't matter that she was my own mother.
When she pulled her dress off, I was surprised that she wasn't wearing any under clothes. Her body was so beautiful. She really is just as beautiful as in the movies.
Have you seen her in any of the films. Well, then you know exactly how amazing she is. Let me describe her figure to you so that you understand why I felt so attracted to her.
She has really blonde hair. It is very long and sexy. And her breasts are like two ripened melons. Her nipples. Well, what can I say? They are the smoothest, most lovely nipples I have ever seen. When I think about the fact that I sucked milk from these nipples as an infant, it really turns me on.
I guess that was part of the attraction in the first place. I touched those lovely nipples and they became really firm. I couldn't wait to suck on them again. It had been such a long time. She stood up before me and showed me her lovely body. She was as slim as me. There wasn't an ounce of fat on her body. It sure was a turn on to have such a lovely mother. I moved my hands all over her body and got so turned on that I could hardly control myself.
I wanted to make love with my own mother.
I know you probably wont be able to understand this doctor. But love is a natural thing, no? Why should sexual expression of love be limited to the exploitation of a woman by a man. Shit, I wanted to make love with my own mother. Is that so strange? I don't care what society says about this. I felt in my heart that it was perfectly normal. And so I gave in to my feelings.
My mother reached out her arms to me and pulled me to her. Our bodies met in a hot embrace. It was lovely. Her breasts felt so warm and comfortable against mine. Both of our nipples were firm. Yes, mother and daughter's nipples were locked in a fleshy embrace.
It was romantic, and it was inspiring. I closed my eyes and drank in all the lovely pleasure that flowed between our two bodies. Her groin met mine and our temperatures rose. Her pussy was so hot and juicy.
It really turned me on to think that I had come into this world from that very pussy. I guess in a sort of bizarre, abstract way, I wanted to go back into that womb. I wanted to be sucked back from life. I wanted to be reclaimed. I guess deep down in my subconscious mind, there was a great yearning to return to the source. I guess I remember that it was very safe and warm in my mother's womb.
Oh, doctor, sometimes it feels so frightening out here in the world. People are so afraid of love and caring. I guess it is all because of ego. You know, every one thinks that they are so important that they can't really give too much of themselves to anyone else. Are they afraid to lose themselves?
And the people who do love. Are they merely trying to lose themselves? Is that what it's all about?
Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get off the track. I was telling you about making love with my mother.
Our bodies were pushed passionately together. Our lips met. It was not the kiss that a mother gives to her daughter. It was a real kiss. It was a kiss of passion and love like two lovers exchange in an effort to show how much they really love each other.
My mother's tongue went into my mouth. And I was so turned on that I almost creamed in my pants. That's just an expression. I really wasn't wearing any pants, doctor. I was totally nude.
My mother ran her tongue over my entire face. I felt like a little kitten who was being licked all over my her mother. I completely went limp in my mother's arms. I was hers, totally. I think she sensed that she could do with me whatever she wanted.
And she did.
Mommy pulled me over to the bed and lay me down softly on the soft quilt. It felt nice and silky against my naked flesh. And then she began kissing my breasts. Her tongue ran over my breast flesh and my mammary glands filled with passion and longing. I wanted my mother to fuck me. I wanted her to take me and teach me the ways of lesbian love. I wanted to be a lesbian.
She took one nipple and then the other into her mouth. God, doctor. It was exquisite. While she was sucking my nipples, she lowered her hand to my pubic mound.
As soon as she touched my cunt, I knew right away that I was going to like everything she planned to do to me. Her fingers were so very knowledgeable about turning on a woman's pussy.
She gently pulled at my pubic hairs and then began to explore the crevices of my cunt with her fingers. She was so tender and gentle with me. It was so nice. She stuck her finger into my pussy and then began to fiddle with my clitoris. It felt absolutely amazing. She was really jerking me off. I was getting terribly horny. It was difficult for me to contain myself.
I began to writhe and buck around on the bed. It had never been like this with my boyfriend.
And then she brought her mouth down to my pussy. Oh, doctor, it was so nice. She stuck her tongue deeply into my cunt hole and I began to pant and moan like a cat in heat.
I told her that I loved her and that I was glad she was seducing me. She smiled at me, and with a mouthful of my own cunt juices, she told me that she was very happy that this was happening.
I stroked her breasts softly while she sucked my cunt. I could hardly hold on any longer. I felt my orgasm rushing towards me like a freight train in the night.
And then my clit exploded and like a kaleidoscope of passionate feelings, my body shook and trembled with delight. I was on fire with passion. I was spinning and reeling nearly out of control.
My mother shoved her finger up my asshole just as I began to come and my body was filled completely with the most exquisite feelings imaginable. I pumped my hips up to her mouth to meet the thrusting tongue. I was helplessly under her control. I was completely my mother's. I was her sex object, her toy. Anything and everything she wanted me to be. At last we loved each other as very few mothers and daughters ever do.
After I finished coming, mommy said that she wanted me to make her feel good, too.
Of course, I was desirous of doing what ever I could to repay her for the lovely feelings that she filled me with.
She lay on her back and spread her legs wide apart. I stroked her pussy with my hand and she caught fire. I pushed my fingers down into her cunt and she literally bellowed. It was terribly inspiring.
Her anus seemed to pucker and smile at me. I knew that she was fond of having her asshole fiddled with. I could tell by the way she messed around, with mine.
I stuck my finger up her ass and then I pushed my mouth against her pussy. Her cunt lips quivered with excitement and expectation. I pushed my tongue up her snatch and she wriggled around madly. It was delightful.
I had such a sense of power to be turning my own mother on. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled my face down to her pussy tightly. I began licking her madly. She really got turned on from this. She was much more sexually developed than I had imagined.
I had watched her so many times making love with other women, and she never seemed to get as excited as when I was making love to her. This made me feel really proud. I knew that she wasn't just interested in me for my young body. I knew that she really liked me.
And then she started to come. Boy, did she come. She nearly threw me off the bed as she whipped around and kicked like a mule.
My mother is a very passionate woman. That's for sure.
I really wished at that moment that I had a penis. I really wanted to penetrate her. That seemed much more real to me than merely sucking each other off.
After my mother stopped coming, she relaxed and we lay side-by-side on the bed together. She held me tight and asked me if I had enjoyed making love with her. I told her it was a great pleasure to make love with her.
It was strange, doctor, because in many ways, I felt really pleased with myself because she was a famous movie star. Isn't that strange. I mean, I am her daughter. Why should it be so strange for me to make love with her? I guess when you are the daughter of a famous movie star, everything gets weird.
She said that she also enjoyed making love with me. She asked me if we could become regular lovers and continue this relationship on a daily basis.
That was exciting to me, because I would be able to sleep with her in her bed every night. It would be just like a man and wife. Only in this case, it would be a mother and daughter.
I told her that I wished that I had a penis so I could push myself into her.
She smiled and got up from the bed. She said she would be right back. I watched her disappear into the adjacent room where the other two women were making love. She came back in with the artificial penis strapped around her. She looked so sexy with the long dildo hanging between her thighs.
She said that she wanted to fuck me first.
I smiled. I sure didn't mind the idea of being fucked by my mother. That's for sure.
I lay on my back and spread my legs, and she climbed between my thighs. She pushed the tip of the dildo into my cunt. Oh, doctor, it felt wonderful. It was much better than being fucked by a real man. I mean, I had the cock in my pussy and it felt like a real cock. But it was being wielded not by a selfish man, but by my own loving ma.
Mommy fiddled with my clitoris while she fucked me with long strokes. It was so nice. My pussy was completely filled with the artificial penis. And my clitoris was throbbing with pleasure.
I wrapped my legs tightly around her waist and pumped her furiously. It was glorious. I don't know what else to say. It was simply marvelous.
She continued to fuck me with the dildo while stroking my clit and I knew that I was going to come again real soon. I threw my head back and sort of entered a magical dream world. My head was filled with delightful thoughts.
And then I screamed with passion and felt the orgasm flow out of me while mother continued to fuck me.
When she stopped, she pulled the dildo out of my pussy and we relaxed together.
Then mother took off the dildo and helped me strap it on me. It felt so strange to suddenly have a penis. I really felt as though I was a man. I pushed my new cock into my mother's pussy and she really went crazy with delight.
To be fucking my own mother seemed like such a special treat. I couldn't believe the magic of it all.
She gripped me really hard with her legs and pulled me into her as far as the dildo would go. Her lips pressed tightly against mine and we were locked in a hot, passionate lover's embrace.
It didn't take her very long to come this time. She was frigging her own clitoris while I fucked her. She sure was dramatic when she climaxed. I guess that might be because she's an actress.
As soon as she finished she asked me to fuck her in the ass with the dildo.
I felt very strange about doing that. I asked her if she wasn't afraid that the dildo wouldn't hurt her terribly. I mean, the asshole is so tight and the dildo was so big.
But she didn't care. She said that she needed to feel completely filled up. So, after she rolled over on her stomach, I pushed the tip of the dildo down against her anus and I entered her. She sure liked that.
Boy, did she sure moan and writhe about. It took me awhile to get in all the way. But she loved every minute of it. She got up on her elbows and knees and I jammed the dildo in all the way. She was going nuts with mad passion.
I really was filling her up. But there were no cries of pain. No, only whimpers of pleasure as the huge rubber dildo plunged in and out of her ass.
And then she came.
CONCLUSION
I had to stop Carly at this point as the time allotted for the second interview had passed. She didn't seem at all distraught by what had happened. On the contrary, she was quite pleased with herself. This was one of the strangest cases I had ever encountered. The girl was definitely in love with her mother and planned to continue her intense incestual relationship. She told me that she never thought she would meet a man or even another woman who could turn her on as much as her own mother did. I advised her to be careful. That if she started having feelings of guilt or similar confusion, which often accompanies such a perverse relationship, that she should contact me right away.
CASE HISTORY SIX
SUBJECT: Claudia B.
AGE: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Claudia's mother called me last week and was very distraught because of what she described as an unusual sexual problem that existed in their household. I asked the mother to elaborate on the phone, but she was, I believe, a bit squeamish to do so. I looked forward to meeting Claudia, as it seemed to me that whatever had been going on in her household would be most interesting. I found the young brunette to be much more interesting than I had anticipated. She seemed slightly nervous as she sat down in the chair across from me. Yet, she did seem rather sure of herself. There was something unusual, let us say almost decadent, about the young girl. The following is a taped transcript of my first interview with the young girl.
First of all, doctor, I don't want you to think that just because I am here today that there's anything wrong with me. Quite the contrary, it is my mother who thinks that I have a problem. She's the one with the problem, however. She has a small mind. She just doesn't understand that times have changed. Morals are different today than when she was a girl.
You see, doctor, I am a lesbian. I'm proud of it. I have no reason to change. And what's more, I'm an incestuous lesbian. It was my older sister who turned me on to homosexuality.
I guess I might as well start from the beginning. You see, my sister went away to school about two years ago. She was twenty at the time, and we hadn't formed a sexual relationship yet.
We were always close as children. In fact, we shunned friendships with outsiders so that we spent all our time together. We played a little game when we were young. I pretended that I was my sister's husband. I guess you might think all of that is a bit silly. But it sure isn't silly to us.
In a way, we were like clowns. We lived in a make believe world where women could marry other women and there was no need for a man in our lives. I guess the reason we did that is because of my father. You see, he was an alcoholic and he ran away from us when we were very young. My mother forgave him, but I guess my sister and I never did.
Gwen and I just got deeper and deeper into our make believe world. Gwen is my sister.
When we were really young, my mother bought us some clown outfits for Christmas. That was really great, because it helped us get deeper and deeper into our make believe clown world.
We would put white make-up on our faces, and paint big lips and eyes and stars and moons on our faces. Then we would dress in our harlequin outfits and play in the back yard.
We pretended that we were in a circus. Oh, it was great fun. We would tumble and do cartwheels and we pretended that we made people laugh.
You see, even at those tender ages, we sensed that people took, life too seriously. We just wanted to laugh and have a good time. But everyone wanted to be sad. We never wanted to be sad.
We continued to clown around like that for years.
My mother never took it very seriously. She thought that it was just normal play for a couple of young girls.
As we got older, the games began to change. One summer my mother went away on holiday for an entire week. Gwen and I got to stay alone at the house. That's when things changed.
I was thirteen and Gwen was twenty. We would put on our clown make-up in the morning and play around in the back yard. We wouldn't wear any clothes. I was already pretty developed, but nothing like Gwen. She already had nice titties and plenty of pubic hair. My titties were just beginning to form and I only had peach fuzz on my young pussy.
I guess there was sort of a natural attraction between us. I mean a sexual one.
One afternoon, we were tumbling about in the back yard with our clown make-up on and Gwen suddenly kissed me passionately on the mouth. Her mouth felt hot and wet against mine.
It was the first time I ever had sexual feelings. It was exciting. As Gwen put her tongue into my mouth, my breasts swelled with passion and my pussy tingled.
It was terribly nice. All of these were new sensations. Gwen had never messed around with any boys. She had taken herself seriously. She really wanted to marry me someday.
We had these plans to run off and join the circus. We were going to be real clowns.
That day in the back yard, Gwen and I gave ourselves to each other completely.
We made love. I will never forget how wonderful it was.
We kissed passionately for a very long time, and then Gwen put her hands on my titties and I put my hands on hers. We were deeply aroused. We pushed our bodies together and our groins met in a deep embrace. Her pussy was so hot.
Her pubic hair felt so good against my down-covered pussy. We caressed each other's tits and rubbed our cunts together until we were both breathing quite hard.
We were really turned on. It was the first time for me. And I am pretty sure that it was the first time for my sister. It was so romantic, doctor.
And then Gwen touched my vagina. Oh, dear Lord, I almost passed out with excitement. I could hardly bear it. These feelings were so new to me. I was completely beside myself.
Her fingers moved all over the surface of my pussy and then she began to probe inside my little hole.
I could feel my little cherry as she pushed her finger up against it. I thought she was going to pierce it right then and there. But I was wrong. She was saving that for later.
Instead, she pushed me down on my back, and I spread my legs wide. She pushed her tongue against my pussy and it felt as thought my pussy caught fire. She began flicking her tongue against my clit and I was completely beside myself with passion.
Oh, it really was too much. I was completely losing myself, I felt as though I was in a dream.
Yes, I can remember it exactly doctor. We were clowns in a circus and we weren't wearing any clothes. We were performing for a huge audience. There was much clapping and carrying on. I guess we were appreciated.
It's funny, but in my dream, I had really big tits and a hairy pussy. I was no ten year-old, that's for sure. It's funny how in a dream world, you can be anyone you want to be.
Gwen was sucking on my little clitoris and as I got higher and higher, I had the strangest visions.
Gwen and I were in this circus ring, and we were really going at each other. Her tongue was going in and out of my pussy and then suddenly, Gwen had a huge penis.
Now, doctor, don't think I'm crazy or anything like that. It really seemed real. Gwen was sucking my clitoris in the back yard and I was having this vision of us in the circus performing sexual acts for a huge audience.
And then suddenly Gwen had a penis. She didn't look like a man in any other respect. She had full breasts and the figure of a woman, but she had this big fleshy cock.
And it was erect.
She was coming at me with her cock. She was going to fuck me with it.
I found it all very exciting.
As she pushed the cock into my pussy, my whole body quaked and trembled with excitement. I was completely beside myself. I wrapped my legs around my sister's back and we pounded our loins against each other. It was an absolutely outrageous feeling that filled us. I could hardly control myself.
I must admit that I felt a little strange to be fucked by my sister in front of a huge audience, but I couldn't help it. I just let her pound her cock into my cunt and I was going crazy.
And then I opened my eyes and I realized that my sister had just shoved her finger through my cherry. That's what all the pain was about. She had taken my virginity away.
I didn't want to deal with the reality of it. There was just too much blood. So I closed my eyes and pretended that I was in the circus ring with her again. She was still fucking me with her big hunk of manhood and it felt divine.
I was about to have an orgasm. It was going to be the first orgasm of my life. I looked forward to it like a little rich society girl looks forward to her coming out party.
And then I came, doctor. I kept opening and closing my eyes and I was shifting back and forth between these two realities. One minute I was in the back yard with my sister being finger-fucked, and the next minute I was in the circus ring with a huge penis jammed up my pussy. It was so dramatic.
I felt myself being rolled over on my stomach. I felt something pushing up against my anus. I opened my eyes and realized that Gwen was shoving her finger up my ass. It felt terribly uncomfortable.
I closed my eyes and saw myself being sodomized by Gwen's huge penis in my ass. I was wondering if I was crazy. Doctor, is it normal for a person to be able to fantasize so clearly? It did seem so terribly real.
Gwen pulled me up on my elbows and knees. She was really ramming her cock into my ass with a great deal of force. It was tearing me apart. But I didn't care. It was all just a fantasy anyway.
When I opened my eyes, I realized that she was just fingering my ass with her fingers.
Oh, doctor, I was completely won over to the ways of lesbian love right then and there. There was just no way out for me. I was completely gone. I guess Gwen must have been fiddling with my clit while she was sodomizing me with her fingers, because I soon had a second orgasm, a thrilling, wonderful experience.
And then it was my turn to make Gwen feel better. She had taught me well. Her pussy felt so very nice against my mouth. My tongue went deeply into her vagina and I licked the entire area of her fuck hole out with crazy sucks.
She wrapped her legs around my back and we were really going at it. She was pumping her groin into my mouth and I stuck my finger into her ass and we were really having a great time. It didn't take her very long to reach orgasm. I don't know if she had been dreaming like I was. Her eyes were closed and she had a very strange expression on her face, that's for sure.
I forgot to ask her afterward.
After she came, we did a few more clown routines in the back yard and then we went into the house to take showers and change our clothes.
We carried on like this all week. It was a glorious week. By the time my mother came home, Gwen and I were deeply in love. She never learned of our secret. Well, she didn't learn of it until last week, I should say.
It wasn't long after that, that Gwen went off to clown school. You see, there is this circus school in San Francisco, where one can really learn to be a clown. Gwen wrote me many letters while she was at clown school. It was very exciting to hear about the circus world.
I think my mother was afraid that I would run away from home and join Gwen. I promised her I wouldn't. But she didn't believe me. My mother knew I was fond of Gwen. She just didn't know how fond I was of my loving sister.
Mother didn't like our love for the circus. When we were younger, she thought it was cute. But as we got older she began to worry. She thought that we were going to go crazy or something. She said it wasn't normal for older kids to want to be clowns.
I don't know why she had this prejudice. Perhaps she thought that we were living too much in a clown's world, and not enough in the real world.
And then the time came for Gwen to come home from school. She had really become a clown. She was going to stay with us for a week and then travel down to Arizona to join up with a circus that had hired her. It was all very exciting.
She wrote and said that she was going to bring a couple of girlfriends along with her who were also clowns. She said in the letter that they were just like us.
I knew right away that they must be lesbians. It was so exciting. Of course, my mother didn't suspect anything.
I waited with baited breath all week long for Gwen to come home. I dreamed of running off to the circus in Arizona with her. But I knew that I would first have to go to clown school myself.
And then Gwen and her two friends arrived. My mother had no idea that the girls were lesbians. That surprised me, because they all looked just like men. And so did Gwen.
I had to stop Claudia at this point as the time scheduled for her interview had elapsed. I was quite interested to learn what happened after Claudia's sister and her two-friends arrived from San Francisco from clown school. I scheduled Claudia for a second appointment the following week. I was and continue to be mystified by this young lady. She apparently lives in a very bizarre fantasy world. I am not sure at this point what the world of the circus and clowns has to do with her sexual images. Hopefully, this will come out in the second interview.
INTERVIEW TWO
Claudia showed up right on time for her second interview. I was more than shocked to find that she was dressed up as a clown. I had to suppress a laugh when I saw the young woman dressed up as a male hobo, complete with white face and red markings all over her face and a derby. The following is a taped transcript of this highly unusual session.
Go ahead and laugh if you want to. I don't expect you to really understand me. The fact that you are a psychiatrist really doesn't mean that you can't laugh. People laughed at me all the way here. On the bus they laughed. On the street they laughed and in the elevator on the way up to your office, they laughed.
I don't mind playing the fool. You see, doctor, I'm not really the fool. It's all those lost crazy people out there who are the fools. I am just a mirror for them.
When I wear the clown face, they are all really laughing at the crazy part of themselves. You see, we are all clowns. I am just more honest than most. You too are a clown, doctor. How does that grab you? You just sit there puffing on your pipe and stroking your goatee. And who do you think you are? I don't even know if you know who you are. And you're a psychiatrist. You are supposed to know.
You obviously think you are Sigmund Freud. Well, I at least have the courage to dress as a clown. You are a clown in your mind. I am a clown in the real world. Thus, I am your superior.
Now, don't you feel better after laughing? I don't mind at all.
Oh, my sister? Yes, she came with her two friends. Their names were Ruth and Mercy. They were great clowns. They arrived at the house in their clown makeup. It was a great party.
My stupid mother just didn't know what to think. Ruth was really tall and sort of looked like Abraham Lincoln, with a beard and everything. Mercy was short, and dressed up like a funny little fairy.
I ran up to my room and put on my clown outfit and makeup and we had a party. Gwen make a strong punch with rum in it and we were soon all drunk. We locked mother out of the play room and we put on a little show, just for us.
I only had my sister for a week, and so I wanted to get as much out of her as possible. I wanted her to show me everything she knew about clowning.
She really was a great clown. I told her that she would go on to fame. Ruth and Mercy agreed with me.
Gwen said that she wanted me to be a great clown, too. I promised that I would wear my clown suit and make-up every day while she was down in Arizona so that I would remember her.
As the four of us danced and tumbled and played the clown, things sort of got carried away. I mean, we got sexually aroused from all the excitement and the rum punch.
We took off our clothes, and while Ruth and Mercy danced slowly and closely together, Gwen and I pushed our vaginas together and kissed passionately. It had been so long since we had been together. It felt good to be locked in a passionate embrace again.
Our mouths were glued together in passion. Her tongue went into my mouth and filled me with delight.
Gwen threw me to the floor and began to suck my cunt. Oh, doctor, it was glorious. It had been so long. We held each other tightly and I wrapped my legs around her back while she sucked me.
Her tongue moved swiftly in and out of my pussy and she rubbed my titties furiously. I glanced over at Ruth and Mercy and saw that Ruth was fucking Mercy with a big rubber dildo strapped around her waist.
I had never seen anything like that before. It sure was interesting. I wondered if Gwen would do that to me also. I felt terribly excited. Gwen's tongue was really doing a job on me. She was sucking me passionately and I was writhing and moving about like a fish caught on a line.
I was overwhelmed. I guess that's the best way to describe it. I looked up into her clown face and felt tremendous love and admiration for my sister.
And then I came. My clitoris pounded and exploded and I felt ever so good. I just lay there under my sister and took quite some time to recover from the intensity of the feeling.
And then Gwen wanted me to suck her. I looked over at the other two clowns and saw that they were making love as well.
That dildo sure looked interesting.
I began to suck Gwen's pussy. Her cunt was so wet and lush. I pushed my tongue down into her fuck hole and scooped out all the lovely hot juices. It was glorious.
Then I began sucking on her clit. God, did she like that. She turned me over and we began rolling.
I was so good, because I didn't let go of her clit with my mouth the whole time we were rolling about the room.
And then we rolled up next to Ruth and Mercy. Their grunts and groans sort of turned us on, I guess. Anyway, we began to make even more hot and lustful love than before.
It was glorious. It was a total festival of fucking. That's the only way I could describe it. No, I think I could describe it better.
It was like a circus. Yes, that's what it was like. It was a regular circus.
And then Gwen began to shriek with ecstasy. She was having an orgasm. I bit into her clitoris deeply with my teeth and she whimpered and wailed. It was wonderful, she yelled.
I continued sucking her until she was completely depleted. And then we broke from each other's grip.
Ruth and Mercy had also finished making love. I looked over and saw that lovely dildo hanging from Ruth's waist. I wanted to feel it inside of me.
I asked Gwen if it would be all right if I let Ruth fuck me.
She laughed and said that it would be fine. She said that she had been wanting to suck Mercy's clit for ever-so-long, and that my being fucked by Ruth was a perfect excuse.
I got up from Gwen and went over to Ruth. She smiled at me as I asked her to fuck me. She said that she would be very glad to fuck me.
I was so excited about getting that big rubber cock shoved up my cunt. Yes, I was no longer a virgin, and I wanted to be filled with the real thing.
I lay down on my back, and I spread my legs real wide. Ruth smiled down at me very strangely as she introduced the tip of the dildo into my snatch.
Oh, Doctor, it was wild!
I can't begin to describe to you how wonderful it felt. It was glorious. It was marvelous. Really!
Ruth sucked on my nipples while she shoved the big rubber cock deeply into my cunt. She began pumping me real hard and I was getting hotter and hotter.
I could hardly control myself. I knew that I was going to come very quickly.
I looked over and saw that Gwen was having a wonderful time with the little fairy clown. Mercy looked so cute all made up with a blonde wig and happy clown's make-up while my sister was sucking her cunt.
But I couldn't concentrate very well on what was happening with her, because I was pretty well absorbed by what was happening to me.
I looked up at Ruth, who was made-up to look like a hobo. Her breasts were small and firm. I raised my head and began sucking on her nipples while she fucked me wildly. It was so very nice.
And then I came. God, did I come. It was the most intense orgasm I ever had. I just shuddered and writhed about while I was completely impaled by the dildo.
And then Ruth pulled the long rubber cock out of my cunt and rolled me over. I was going to be sodomized. It was frightening. The idea of taking that huge dildo into my ass was really too much.
Ruth could tell that I was frightened. She told me that I would enjoy it if I relaxed.
I told her that I would rather not be fucked in the ass, but she said that I was going to take it up the ass whether I liked it or not. I decided to go along with it.
What else could I do?
I felt the tip of the dildo come down against my anus and she began to shove it in.
Oh, doctor, this was something completely new and alien to me. Sure, Gwen had sodomized me with her fingers before and I had once imagined that she had fucked me in the ass with a real penis, but this was no imagination or finger.
This was a great big rubber dildo that was being shoved up my ass.
I screamed really loudly I guess. It did hurt terribly.
I didn't mean to make so much noise. I guess my mother heard me and got worried. She tried to open the door to the play room. But it was locked. She started screaming. But we were all too caught up in the sexual lust to pay any attention.
Mercy and Gwen were still sucking and fucking and I was in the process of getting fucked in the ass. Under the circumstances I think it's understandable that no one got up to open the door.
Mother sure freaked out. She must have gone out to the garage to get the axe.
Anyway, the next thing I knew, she was smashing in the door with the axe. Pieces of wood were flying everywhere.
She probably thought that someone was being killed in the play room.
I guess we were making a lot of noise.
I looked up just as she barged in the room. You should have seen the weird look on her face when she saw all of us with no clothes on fucking each other.
I guess the clown make-up made us look even stranger.
She ran up to Ruth and tried to pull her off of me. I wished she hadn't done that, because as the two of them struggled, the dildo was whipping around in my ass and it really hurt.
I guess my mother must have hurt Ruth! All I know is that Ruth jumped up from me and began beating my mother. It really did look rather comical to see the woman with the clown make-up and the huge dildo struggle with my mother. In a way I felt sorry for my mother, but still, it was all rather funny.
Gwen and Mercy joined in the struggle. It was strange, but I could tell right away what was going to happen next.
It was like I was able to see into the future, like a seer or something.
They were going to gang rape my mother. How bizarre. I joined in of course. I didn't want to be left out of all the fun.
They were tearing my mother's clothes off of her and after she was totally nude, they threw her to the floor.
Ruth leaped between her thighs and shoved the dildo deeply into her cunt.
My mother was screaming. She was really pissed off. I didn't care. I thought it was all very funny.
I put my mouth on my mother's mouth and stuck my tongue into her mouth. She looked up at me with the most disgusted look on her face. She really was horrified.
I thought it was all very funny.
Gwen rolled her over on her side and was sticking her tongue up mother's asshole.
She was screaming and carrying on and saying that she was going to call the police and so on. It was all so melodramatic.
Mercy was rubbing mommy's tits. We wouldn't let her get up. She was so pissed. Ruth and Gwen made mother come a bunch of times. She couldn't help it, though I knew she really didn't want to give in.
After we were all through with her, my mother told us all to get out of the house. She let me stay, because I'm still a minor and I have no place to go.
Gwen and her two friends left for Arizona that night. My mother said she never wanted to see Gwen's face again. That was really a heavy thing to say to your own daughter.
But I hadn't heard the end of it. My mother called you and insisted that I come and see you.
But I don't care what you say. As soon as I am eighteen, I am going to leave home and go to clown school up in San Francisco, and then I will meet up with Gwen. We will be lesbian clowns forever.
CONCLUSION
I had to stop Claudia at this point. As much as I would have liked to treat the child for her peculiar malady, she was so uncooperative that I think it would have been a mere waste of both of our time.
The girl is unusually demented, and I really am not sure what her real problem is. She just has so many. She's obviously a hopeless lesbian, but the incestual link to her sister and her strange hatred for her mother, topped off with this clown nonsense, really is beyond me to piece together.
I simply cannot make a diagnosis and a prognosis is beyond me. Time will tell.
CASE HISTORY SEVEN
SUBJECT: Mandy
AGE: Twenty-Two
INTERVIEW ONE
Mandy came into my office and, at first glance, I could not imagine why she had been sent to talk to me. She looked extremely happy. Her eyes sparkled and she punctuated each sentence with a small smile that made me think the young girl had really been enjoying life. She was thirteen years old, and had her hair tied in a bunch on each side of her head and decorated with a small, plaid bow. She was wearing a plaid jumper, with a little, crisp, white shirt underneath it. She had long white socks on her thin legs that were long and graceful for her age.
Mandy's feet were adorned with small, shiny, black patent leather shoes, and as she talked to me, she sat at the very edge of her chair and she swung her legs to and fro. She sat with her knees comfortably apart, not having yet learned the self-consciousness about her sex that would come in adolescence. Her short jumper skirt rolled up to expose the white square her panties made as they stretched over her little twat. I watched her thighs seem to get thicker and thinner as she vigorously swung her legs.
The following is a transcribed version of my first tape recorded interview with her.
My father is a fruit vender, Doctor. He doesn't make too much money. I think that is why the social worker sent me here. It certainly can't be because I don't come from a good family. When we all get together, we sure have fun. I have three older sisters, Doctor. They are ail beautiful, or at least, my brother says so. I think they are beautiful too, I guess. When I grow up, I'm going to look just like Gladys.
I also have two older brothers. I'm the youngest. But let me go through them all in order for you, Doc, as it's easy to get confused. Even my mother sometimes can't remember us all. She says she's seen so much life anyway by now that it would be hard, even if she'd had only a couple children, to remember now, at any given moment, who's fucking her. At least if she's got her back turned. When she looks at us, she can always remember us.
Anyway, let me describe them all and tell you about the kind of fun we all have together. My mother says family's should be close. My brother says that family's who can really enjoy each other the way we do are really the luckiest people in the world.
Then later I'll tell you about my father, the fruit vender, and what he did. The social worker doesn't like him, and I think it's something I told her about him that made her send me here.
In my house, the best time to catch everyone together is in the morning, in the kitchen. If you wait by the breakfast table, you get to see all of the family members creep sleepily in for breakfast, one by one. My mother, who is short and wears a big white apron while she's cooking, has curly black hair of shoulder length. She parts her hair in the middle and holds it down behind her ears with bobby pins. She's got real long legs for such a short person, and her body is really short. It's easy to see why my father fell in love with her.
She stands over the stove, making everyone's eggs to order. She doesn't even have to ask how we like them cooked. That she remembers. We just have to come walking in. She looks up to see which one of us it is, and then, immediately, the eggs are in the pan.
I'm usually the first down because I like to play this little game in the morning with my brother, Marc. I always say, "Wait, Mama. Hold it on those eggs. I want to wait and eat breakfast with Marc." So she just brings me some coffee with lots of milk in it, and when I hear Marc coming, I quickly slide of my chair at get down on all fours under the big kitchen table.
Marc is not the eldest. First, there's Shirley, then Gladys. Then comes Marc, then Louise, then Donnie, and then there's me. My Mama and Papa say that they sure do like to fuck. They say it at night, when we're all about to go to bed and all just sitting around in the living room, watching TV and playing a game that my father invented and that I'll tell you about later. After we've played the game for a little while, my father reaches over and slaps Mama on the thigh and he says, "We sure do like to fuck! Don't we, Mama?"
She usually turns her head away from him and buries her face in a shawl, but you can tell that she's laughing because, from under the shawl, you can see her shoulders going up and down. She looks at him over the top of the shawl with her eyes all crinkled up so that they look sneaky.
But, back to the breakfast table and the introductions, Marc comes in through the door and I stand under the table on all fours and try not to laugh so loud that he can hear me. I know that he knows I am under the table as we play the same game every morning, but I still always like to pretend that the whole thing will be a surprise for him.
He likes surprises just as much as I do, and he usually crosses the threshold of the kitchen on tiptoe. He has olive skin and dark brown curly hair and glistening light green eyes. His legs, like mine and Mama's, are extremely long. When I was little, I used to call him the scissor man, because when he takes long strides, on tiptoe, when he comes to surprise Mama in the kitchen, his legs move just like the blades of a pair of scissors.
From my hideout, under the table, I can watch his scissor-legs go silently across the floor. Sometimes his ankle bones give him away by cracking. But Mama likes surprises also, and she always pretends that she doesn't hear him. She stands with her back to the door, patiently stirring the warming milk, and pretending to be lost in her own thoughts.
Marc sneaks up behind and puts his arms in a circle over her head and encircles her shoulders with them. Then, reaching from behind, he gives her an affectionate squeeze on each breast. She has big, full breasts, my Mama. They are still full and firm despite all of us children who, she teases us, tried to ruin them. She says that we did make them bigger. "There were so many of you," she says, "that I had no choice but to grow to take care of you. You have all always been so damn greedy."
Mama's breasts sort of wander out away from her chest, each one pointing in a different direction. Marc takes hold of both of them, encircling each one with his fisted fingers. Mama's breasts are long enough so that he can put his whole hand around them and still not touch the nipples. He holds onto them as if he were holding onto two tubes and he shakes them back and forth so that her nipples graze over the inside of her shirt.
"Good morning, Mama!" he says with enthusiasm and he kisses her wetly on the neck. While he's holding onto her breasts, he works his mouth slowly down her back, kissing her all the way down her spinal column and sometimes nipping his head over just to give her an affectionate nibble on either side of her waist.
Then he kisses her on the top of each one of her buttocks, through her skirt and he pulls her breasts downward as he leans down to sink his teeth through the material and into the soft flesh.
If she doesn't start giggling and tell him to sit down, he brings his knee up and puts it in the crevice between her thighs. He's got thin knees and he can massage Mama's pussy from behind with his knee cap. Usually that makes her wriggle, but he hangs on tightly to her breasts and won't let her go until he's giving her pussy a real good, intimate stroking.
Then hell say, "That's to help you wake up, Mama. When I first came in, you looked half asleep."
She sure isn't sleepy anymore when Marc's finished saying good morning to her. She stands by the stove and she wriggles while she cooks the rest of the eggs. Sometimes she giggles to herself. When breakfast is done, if Papa's already gone, I know that she goes back upstairs, gets back into bed and she masturbates. She's told me that when she does this, she always dreams of Marc.
"That boy has such a wonderful knee!" she told me once. "Boy, he better watch out or that knee will get him a reputation. I think he could convince anybody of anything with that knee. It reminds of your father's middle finger when he was courting me. Marc better watch out or that knee will lead him straight away into making babies!" Then she'd put her shawl over her face and shake her shoulders up and down, and when she took the wool away from her mouth, her whole face would look very merry. "That I could have a son with such a knee!" she'd say, and shake her head and roll her eyes to heaven and continue about her work cheerfully.
I'd crouch under the table, straining my little pussy upwards because it turned me on to watch the way March played with Mama. I'd patiently wait my turn, and when he was through with her and came over to the table to sit down and wait for his eggs, I'd wait quietly until he got settled and his legs stopped scuffling and his chair was pulled all the way in.
Then I'd lunge at his ankle with my teeth and bite him. I cling on with my teeth and waggle my head from side to side and growl, pretending to be a little puppy dog, though I wouldn't bite him hard.
Marc would push his chair back, sticking his leg out so that I could still hang on to it easily. He'd reach down with his long arm and cup my little chin in his hand.
"Mama!" he'd say. "Since when did we get this cute little puppy dog?"
I'd pretend to bark and I'd shake my head from side to side. Then I'd roll up his pants a little ways and begin working my gripping mouth up the inside of his calf.
Marc would wiggle in his chair, sliding his buttocks from side to side so that the chair rubbed over the bottom of his balls and his cock bounced a little on top of them as they shifted between his thighs. "Oooh!" he'd say, turning to Mama and laughing. "She likes me!"
I'd start rocking my ass as fast and as hard as I could from side to side, pretending I was wagging my tail. I guess I was, literally. Really, I was trying to move my little pussy lips up and down against each other by swinging my thighs from side to side like that. I'd press my thighs tightly together and swing my hips so that my clitoris, caught tightly between my little pussy lips, would get rubbed and stroked. I'd feel my little pussy getting wet under my underpants.
Suddenly, Marc would push back his chair and get down on all fours by his chair beside me and start waggling his ass back and forth to and howling at me. He'd come real close and he'd lick my face. I'd make short little barking noises, but usually by this time, I could already imagine him mounting me and was already fantasizing about the way it would feel when he stroked my little breasts, that I would really feel shaky and cowed and not like barking, just like being still and staring at him.
I'd start to back up slowly, edging my way back carefully so that I could maneuver one of the table legs between my legs and rest my snatch against it and rub up and down, trying to get some relief.
Marc would be barking really exuberantly by this time, putting his head up and howling to make me laugh, then nuzzling his face into mine, and putting his nose against my neck and sniffing deeply and licking me. He's sort of nudge me around with his nose and his head until my little white panties, tight and damp over my moistened little pussy would be staring him right in the face. He'd give a long howl and I'd back up towards him, raising my ass just as high as I could into the air.
On all fours, Marc would climb on top of me and begin ramming his wanger up against my soft little buttocks. Boy would it feel good. Right through his pants I could feel how hot and big his old cock was. He'd rub it on my buttocks till they were sore, and sometimes he'd aim so good he'd get that long, thick dork of his right into the crevice over my little asshole or he'd bring the tip of it down and then up again so that I could feel the tip of his cock pressing into the back of my soft little pussy, right through his pants.
Then Marc would really start to get heated. He'd grab me with one arm around my waist and clutch me real tightly to him and hammer and press away at me until his body would shudder to a halt and he'd groan.
After he'd sat still for a few minutes, we'd start teasing each other again. I'd be sitting in his lap under the table and he'd still have his arm around my waist.
He'd say, "See what you made me do, you damn dog? You made me come in my pants!"
He'd hold me up by my waist and shake me. I liked it when he got a little rough with me. It made me realize how strong he was and that made me like to mess around with him even more.
I'd wiggle away just as fast as I could and run to Mama for protection. Marc was always trying to pour coffee down the front of my dress so I'd have to go upstairs and change clothes again before school. I'd cling to Mama and peek out at him from behind her and I'd say, "You better watch it, Marc! With a dork like that, you could get yourself a reputation. Right, Mama?"
Mama would pull her shawl over her eyes and snicker while she stirred the milk. Marc would chase me again with laughing outrage, while Mama stood at the stove and her shoulders shook up and down.
Now doesn't that sound like fun, Doc? And that's not even half the family. I guess I'll have to tell you about the others next time, and also about father's game. We sure have a lot of fun together. The social worker doesn't like it, I can tell. I wonder why not?
INTERVIEW TWO
When Mandy came into my office for the second time, she looked as bright and as cheerful as she had done on the first day I met her. This time she seemed to have gotten dressed up for her interview with me, and she really did look charming. She had on a little, pale green dress with a full skirt, puffed sleeves, a smocked bodice, and a sash that tied in a big bow at the back of her waist. In her hair she had green bows that perfectly matched her dress. She had on small white anklet socks and white leather shoes. She was well-developed for a thirteen year old. She was not large by any means, but neither was she a late bloomer. Her breasts made alluring, fist-sized bumps that stretched at the smocking over her dress.
Mandy seemed quite excited about our second session. I was hoping that we might begin from where her narrative ended.
Below is a copy of my second interview with her.
At night, when we have dinner, we're usually all together also, although most of the time, Papa doesn't come in until late. He goes to the wholesalers and unloads whatever he didn't sell during the day. My Papa is a real hard worker, Doctor. In the morning, he gets up early and goes back down to the wholesalers and he gets his fruit fresh for his cart each day. I don't know why the social worker doesn't like him. My Mama sure likes h Sometimes, when he comes in late, we'll all be sitting around the living room, lolling on the sofa, and my sister, Gladys, will be sewing. My sister, Gladys, is supposed to be the pretty one. Though I don't know if I understand why, because she always looks a little sad. She's a real quiet girl, with a dark face, and black eyes, and light, fine, brown hair that grows in front of her ears in curling, thin brown wisps. She's got heavy, honey-colored thighs and she always wears short shorts.
Sometimes, when Papa comes in late with his money in his pocket and his still unread paper under his arm, wearing that funny, old, beaten up, straw hat that he has that he says makes people want to buy fruit from him, Gladys will look up at him with blazing black eyes. He'll walk over to the chair where she's sitting with her legs hung over the arm, and he'll put his hands in the pockets of his baggy, khaki pants, and rock back and forth in front of her while she stares at him.
"So that's the way it is, huh?" hell say, in a voice that is half gentle but also quite stern.
My Papa caught my sister fucking with a boy who wasn't even related to us when she was only twelve. There's a little empty plot of asphalted space behind our apartment. It's surrounded by a wooden fence. Each of the slats has a pointed end, and they're high so that it's hard to climb over. It's like a cattle pen, or something. It doesn't seem to belong to anybody. It just sits there, empty, smack in the heart of the block.
Well, Papa had gone out to take out the garbage one night, and while he was banging the lid down on the can, he heard somebody grunting and wheezing in the empty plot. He thought maybe someone was hurt, or that maybe there was a robber hiding out behind the fence, so he decided to investigate. He pulled one of the trash cans over to the side of the fence and stood on it so that he could look over. Inside the house, we all heard him roar.
My sister told me later that she was on her back on a blanket on the ground and that this guy had his big schlong up her pussy and they were really fucking away. It was my sister's first time, and she said that first she really had to dig her heels into the blanket to stand the pain when he broke her hymen. She said that she thought her hymen must have been really thick. But after that she really liked it, so the two of them were porking happily away. She said they had completely forgotten themselves, otherwise they would have tried to keep the noise down. As it was, they were grunting and sighing and just fucking each other as hard as she could. She said that at the point my father's face appeared above the fence, she had shredded the back of his shirt with her nails and made some red welts in his flesh.
My Mama and me and Shirley and Louise, who was wearing overalls, were all sitting at the big, oil stained, wooden, kitchen table, shelling a bunch of fresh peas that Papa hadn't been able to unload again back at the wholesalers at the end of the day. There were so many of them, bowls and bowls full of them, that Mama had decided to shell them all and blanch and freeze them. Donnie was sitting with us at the table with a transistor radio pressed to his ear. I don't know where Marc was. I think he was upstairs doing his homework or beating off over a book or something.
Anyway, it was a pretty quiet night and all of us had given up talking and were just sitting there shelling and dreaming. You could hear the snaps of the fresh pea pods as we broke them open between our fingers, and you could hear the little tumbling thuds of the full, fresh, firm peas as they fell into the bowl. The window was open. It was a hot night, and every now and then you could hear a truck go grinding slowly by or a pedestrian yelling something to someone on the street.
All of a sudden this great roar and bellowing rose up through the back window. We heard scuffles and shouts, and then the sound of man's footsteps running. Then we heard some loud smacking sounds, and then, to our astonishment, we heard the sound that we all recognized as the sound my sister Gladys makes when she starts to cry. When Gladys cries, she goes on for ever. She doesn't even shed tears. She makes this long, soft moaning sound that you think must end because she'll run out of the breath with which to make it. But she keeps on going. Then, the moan ends in a series of whimpers that sound as if she is a motor and is having trouble starting the low moaning going again. She does get it going again. We all heard this sound come echoing through the alley and floating sadly in through the window.
When Mama and Donnie heard Gladys' voice, they both jumped up, thinking that she was in trouble, and they ran to the window. Mama had been sitting with her apron full of shelled peas and she didn't even bother to dump them in the bowl. They went spilling out all over the floor, and squished and glistened under her heels.
They couldn't see anything out of the window, and they were just about to open the door that led onto the back stairway and into the alley, when my father opened it from the outside and came in. He had Gladys by both of her wrists and he was lugging her along behind him. She was pulling back and struggling. But Papa is strong and he wouldn't let her go.
When he'd closed the door behind her, he let go of her wrists finally and she shrank back against the refrigerator. She looked as if she expected him to hit her. I did too. He looked awful mad.
But before he could do anything, Mama came to the rescue. She walked right up to my father, just as bold as you please. The rest of us are sort of afraid of him, but Mama's not. She didn't say anything but she looked at Papa and put one finger up as if she were about to scold him. She wrinkled the skin between her eyes into three deep creases and she shook her finger from side to side. She pressed her wet lips together and gave her head a tiny shake.
Then Mama looked at Gladys, and she said, "Maybe I didn't explain too good. When we get the urge," and here she relaxed the wrinkles out of her face and she began to smile, "we keep it in the family. Don't we, Papa? Until you get married. Then you start satisfying your urge with another family. But she can't help it if she gets the urge, Papa," she said turning to my father. "Don't I get the urge?" Here she began smiling at him. "Don't I, Papa?"
Papa was looking down at the floor and casting an occasional glance at Gladys. He looked at Mama, and he couldn't help it; he began to grin. Finally, his shoulders began to shake and he took his hand out of one of his pockets and he tried to hit Mama on the thigh. She bent down and put her hands on her knees and held her pussy away from him, smiling at him.
"Don't I, Papa?" she repeated.
The two of them stood grinning at each other and swaying back and forth in front of each other, as if they were about to pounce. Mama had her hands on her knees and Papa had his hands in his pockets and they were both eyeing each other with mischief in then-faces.
Suddenly, Mama darted, and Papa ran after her, laughing. Mama got behind Gladys and pushed my sister forwards so that Papa couldn't reach Mama without touching Gladys first. Mama, who is much shorter than my sister, stood on tiptoe and whispered over Gladys' shoulder, "We just got to keep the urge in the family, right?"
Papa began to smile, but he looked a little angry too as he looked at Gladys with her sulky face and her eyes cast down to the floor. He grabbed her by her wrist again and he pulled her over and sat her on top of the table.
Suddenly, he threw his hands up in the air. "Phew!" he cried out in a loud, deep voice. "I have to work so hard to keep everyone in this family satisfied. Louise, go get your brother, Marc. I can't do this all by myself or I will have nothing left for Mama!"
Louise scampered off to fetch my brother. Meanwhile Papa and Mama had each taken one of Gladys' breasts and were rubbing them hard, and Papa was spreading Gladys' thighs apart. Mama reached up and she pulled Gladys pants down. Gladys cooperatively lifted her buttocks off the table so that Mama could slip the panties down her legs. Mama held Gladys' inflamed pussy in her hand and then she looked up at Papa.
"You see what a good job we are doing?" said Mama. "Look at how we made her Papa. Is it any wonder that all the time she has the urge?"
Papa chuckled and tried to hit Mama in the pussy playfully again. Then he took over handling my sister's snatch. He spread her pussy lips apart and explored his middle finger through them.
"That's the finger," Mama said as she bent over and whispered in Gladys' ear, "for which your father had such a reputation."
Gladys had her eyes closed and a serious expression on her face. She looked as if she were concentrating hard. Papa's thick finger wandered in and out of her mottled, wet pussy lips, sliding through the moistness. She put her feet up suddenly on the table, spreading her legs so that her pussy opened very wide and we could see her small, red smoldering twat hole.
Papa whistled when he saw it and bent down and stuck his head in her muff. Gladys gave such a shudder. She rose up off her buttocks and pressed her pussy down into his face. I could tell that Papa had put his tongue in her cunt tunnel. I knew how thick and warm Papa's tongue could feel from when he kissed me, and I could feel my own little pussy getting warm and juicy. I wished Papa or Marc or Donnie or even Mama would pay attention to me.
"Psst!" said Mama with her eyes twinkling. She beckoned to me and Shirley and when we came to her she showed us how to please Papa from behind. Mama reached around Papa's waist and pulled his pants and his undershorts down. Boy, I had never seen such a big ass or such an enormous dork in all my life. No wonder Papa kept my Mama so happy. Mama showed Shirley how to rub her four fingers softly but firmly down through the crevice in Papa's buttocks and manipulate his hairy asshole. Shirley let me try it too and his asshole was so hairy that it felt soft and as if you were putting your fingers into a bird's nest. Shirley started sticking her little fingers slowly into Papa's asshole. This made him wiggle and jump, and he spread his legs and wiggled his big ass at her. I almost choked at the sight, he looked so good.
I got to hold his balls. Mama showed me how to reach around them from behind and bring my fingers firmly across the front of them. She showed me how to lift them up so they flowed into the back of his cock which was now inserted into Gladys' open twat. She was leaning limply over his back and moaning each time he shoved his great big dork into her.
I held his balls tightly and moved by fingers a little ways into the softness of them. Shirley spread his buttocks apart and tired to straighten his pubic hairs so that she could see into his asshole. Then she slipped her middle finger in.
My mother watched with a pleased and satisfied expression on her face. "You take after your father," she said to Shirley.
Just then, Louise and Marc came rushing in through the doorway. Mama surveyed me and Papa and Gladys and Shirley and she shook her head and beckoned for Louise and Marc and Donnie to come over to her. They sat down by the refrigerator, and Mama unbuttoned Donnie's and Marc's pants and brought out their cocks and showed Louise how to stroke them to erection. Mama was the best teacher I ever had.
Then when Donnie and Marc were good and stiff and hard, Mama got Louise going in a rhythm, inserting first Donnie's cock into her little cunt, then lifting herself off it and shifting over and coming down very slowly over Marc's cock. I couldn't stand watching them. I figured I was big enough. I wanted Marc's cock inside me so bad.
So while I was still holding onto my father's balls, I maneuvered around and got my pussy up right in Marc's face. He put his hand around my waist in that familiar way and all of a sudden, I finally felt it, Marc's big old schlong was sinking into my hot, steaming little pussy and I was in complete bliss.
The last thing I remember was looking down and seeing that Papa had his fingers in Louise's soft, pink snatch and that Donnie was fucking my mother. He was sprawled on top of her with his long legs sticking everywhere awkwardly and the toes of his shoes scraping over the kitchen linoleum. Mama looked so happy and she kept whispering softly, "Good! Good! You do it just right!"
I felt Papa's balls rumble when he came. He really emptied them. I could feel the liquid shifting under the skin. He must have shot quite a hot load into Gladys. I saw him groping for Mama's hand and they looked at each other, with their eyes half-closed for an instant, and Mama whispered, "We got to keep the whole family satisfied."
Well, Doc, this whole scene became a nightly event. We tried all the combinations. We have so much fun, and the family feels so close. It's very loving to be always touching each other. One night, two weeks ago, while we were really going at it, and Donnie and Marc were trying to see if they could get both of their cocks into each one of us girls at the same time, the social worker walked in.
She's a huffy, prissy lady. She didn't stay. She looked around the room with an irritated expression on her face and she said, "I'm shocked!" Then she left and banged the door shut behind her.
Donnie and Marc had both been fucking me when she had come in, and the next day we got a form in the mail that said that the government would pay for me to come and see you. So here I am, Doc. And I'm glad. You seem like such a nice man, though it would be hard to love anyone as much as I love my dear Papa. He gives me so much. He is a good man, and really knows how to keep his family happy.
CONCLUSION
After this session with Mandy, I decided to write a short note to the social worker, telling her that all was well and that her little charge would be fine.
The only problem is that it will be difficult for her to one day leave her house and start a family on her own.
But then, she has her mother as a good example.
I'm quite sure she will manage with some counseling to become adult and independent. She will get over the minor traumas in her life, and live fully.
CASE HISTORY EIGHT
SUBJECT: Leona
AGE: Eighteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Leona was a beautiful, young girl who was brought to my attention by a social worker. The social worker said that although she had not noticed any specific aberration as yet in Leona, she had been told by some of the girl's teachers that Leona seemed more interested in sex than in her studies. She felt that, because of her family environment, Leona should be placed under a doctor's surveillance. Preventative therapy might forestall a future outbreak of madness. The social worker said that given her home environment, Leona simply did not have a good or normal conception of reality. The social worker did not feel that Leona should remain in the home, but when questioned over the phone, she would not elaborate.
Leona has long, straight, black hair which she parts in the middle. When she first came to my office, she was wearing a pair of extremely tight, blue, bell-bottom pants and a small, white cotton shirt that was rolled up to her elbows. She looked very much like a sports enthusiast.
The following is a transcription of my first tape recorded interview with her.
Hello, Doctor. I'm Leona. My social worker said I should come to you because you will help me be a better person. I hope so. I want to be a better person. My father says that you must be, "the best, the best, the best," that you can be.
My father owns a bicycle shop. He fixes bicycles; he buys and sells bicycles; he even makes bicycles to order. He makes copies of the old fashioned kind that have large front wheels and seats that are six feet above the ground. He is really interested in bicycling as a sport, and he made a four-seater bicycle for the family and we all go out riding on it on weekends. We go to pretty spots and have picnics.
My father prefers that we all eat health food. He is sort of a health nut, at least that is what my social worker says. My mother told the social worker to bug off and that my father was only trying to protect himself and hence his family. The social worker doesn't like that. Each time we get a little close to each other in front of her, she gets really jealous and cross. When he's trying to get me to hurry up and get ready for an outing, my father likes to squeeze my buns and breasts. The social worker frowns when he does that in public. She is embarrassed that he does it in front of her. I guess she's jealous. The last thing that happened before she sent me to you was that I asked her outright; I decided I was tired of not being honest. I said; "Oh, would you like my father to squeeze your breasts too?"
My father was grinning. He looked really proud. The social worker said she certainly would not and then she left in a huff. But the next day I got a note to say that I was supposed to come and see you.
Next thing you know, my brother will be in here too. He's a really serious young man, you know, and he's always making important decisions about his life. The person he trusts most in the family is my mother. He loves me too, I guess. But I'm like my father; all ideas and dreams and not very practical. Mom really knows about real life and she always gives good advice. And when Robin, that's my brother, is really troubled or anxious about his future, Mom sits down with him and gets the worry all talked out. While she's talking to him, she strokes his cock. That really eases a lot of the pressure inside. Sometimes, if he's really worried, Mom will reach into his pants and bring out his cock and squeeze it between her fingers and sort of toss it from hand to hand while she's talking to him. Hell close his eyes and slide down in his chair and look like he's not listening to her. Hell start moving his buttocks up and down so that his cock presses in and out of her fingers. She just keeps on talking to him in a calm voice. She told me that even if he doesn't listen to the separate words, he gets comforted by the sound of her voice while she's stroking him. She keeps squeezing his cock until the silvery come starts bubbling stickily out of the tip of it and he holds his buttocks up for an instant as if he's really straining to push that sperm out, and then hell let his ass fall limply back down into the chair again and, though hell keep his eyes closed for a while afterwards, a big smile spreads over his face.
After he's come, he's always a lot calmer and he seems to think a lot more clearly. At least, he doesn't seem to panic so much over things. He really can be a worrying type.
But Mom says that that's true of a lot of men, and that it's something that I ought to learn right now. She says that men take things very seriously. She says that later I'll meet the type of man who is nasty and always is yelling at somebody. She says that most of the time they don't seem to even have a reason to go on yelling. When you think the argument is over, it's not over. They just keep on and on and on. It's like they don't have a reason to yell at you but they do it anyway, because they simply need to yell at somebody. I thought that was real strange, but Mom said that my social worker is sort of like that. She said that when people get like that, it just means that they're not getting stroked enough. And I think she's right!
My Dad and my Mom both stroke me when I get into bed at night. I get into my little white covers and the two of them come to kiss me good night and they sit down on either side of my bed and they talk to me. They just ask me about how my day's gone and then they put their hands under my sheets and they let their hands float over my body. I don't even know who se hand is whose, but the hands touch me all over. They slide over my breasts and down over the front of my pussy. I can feel one little finger shaking hands with my clitoris, and another finger slipping into my little twat hole. The thing is that their hands are so gentle and so full of love and caring for my body. When I open my eyes they are looking down at me with concerned faces and shifting their hands over my body. My dad's hands are really gentle and he'll squeeze my little breasts while he turns his head sideways, as if he is checking to see that they're all right; as if he is feeling through them for something, as if he is listening for a sound. My Mom will just let her fingers glide slowly back and forth over my abdomen while she listens to me talking.
We have a pretty nice family, I guess. We're all kind of gathered tightly around my father who really is sort of a lovable nut. Like I said, ever since he got into the bicycle shop business, he's been on a health food binge. Sometimes I get tired of it. Me and Robin, that's my brother, and he also is my twin, will sneak out at night to a hamburger stand and well just purchase ourselves the greasiest, crummiest food that money can buy. Then when we come home, we have to hold our hands over our mouths and look guilty till we can get to the bathroom and brush our teeth. Daddy can smell grease from a half a mile away it seems. He once tried to scold us. Back in the days when he was eating organically raised beef, he had quite a temper. He came up to me and he hit me across the face with the back of his hand. Robin ducked and ran away. Dad was about to go after him, but then he seemed to just get sad and shrugged and turned away and went back to his room. He turned around once and he yelled back to us that if he had his life to do over again, the one thing he would do differently is that he would really take care of his body.
I could tell he really meant it, and that he wasn't so much angry with us as that he was really trying to help us lead the best lives we could, and that he was really saddened and disappointed.
Later that night, my mother came in to talk to Robin and me. We share a bedroom but we have separate beds, and ever since we were very little, it's been the biggest treat in the world when we can sleep in the same bed together. 'We look a lot alike, though our temperaments are really different. My father says that I have moods the way a cow has moods. I guess I am pretty constantly genial. My brother gets thoughtful and silent sometimes. He has a lot of energy but it comes in little, pugnacious spurts. My father says now that we are the way we are, and that not even vitamins can change us.
My mother said that me and Robin could sleep in the same bed if we didn't eat any junk for a week. Then she said that we mustn't worry about anything my father said. She said that he was just at the age where he had begun to worry about his age, and that it was turning out to be a rather hard time for him and that we all had to bear with him. Robin and I promised that we would, and that we would try to be good.
Since that time, my father's stopped eating meat completely. He's very calm now and he never yells. Even when I think he's really going to blow up at that social worker, he still manages to be quiet if not exactly sweet to her. He says that that's because he's been eating a lot of wheat germ. He takes yeast pills.
While my mother was talking to us, the moon rose and it came shining through our bedroom window. Robin and I had both taken baths and we were tucked in under the clean white sheets. It felt really good and comfortable, and I loved to feel Robin's hairy, big-boned ankle next to the side of my foot. I loved to feel the side of his hairy hip next to my own round, smooth one. It's fun to snuggle together now that we have the bodies of a full grown man and a woman while at the same time, the smell of Robin is so familiar and something I learned to love when I was just a little kid. We have our own position too, that we lie in. We've been lying in it since we were five. Robin rolls over on his side and puts his chin against my forehead and I roll over on my side and breath in the hollow of his neck. He puts one curled fist against my chest and I stick my thighs between his legs, bending my knees up. Between Robin's enormous, soft thighs, it's always warm. I love to sleep with him in the winter.
Anyway, it's been really interesting as we've grown up to sleep with each other occasionally, in this same position. We've been able to feel exactly the ways our two bodies were growing and changing. I remember the first time that I shivered when Robin curled his familiar fist against my chest, because I knew for the first time that he was going to feel that I had a tiny breast growing there. At first I felt self-conscious, but Robin stroked my tit lovingly when he discovered it, rolling my nipple flat under his thumb and drawing his thumb firmly and slowly from the middle to the side of each of my breasts. The he put his fist tightly against one of them and seemed to fall promptly to sleep. When I looked down at his hand, buried in my breast, I saw that the back of it was covered with dark, curly hair. So I knew that Robin was growing up too.
I myself had grown pubic hair, although Robin had never seen it. I thought it made me look very nice and soft, and I suddenly wanted to show him how much my body was developing and besides, I had an inkling that if he had hair on his hands, he had hair on his prick too. When you're twins, you know, you feel like your bodies are always especially close since they got made in the same womb at the same time, right next to each other. It was real fun when we were growing up to compare notes.
When I bent my knees up, I could feel how heavy his balls were as the tops of my thighs sunk into the bottom of them and lifted them slightly up against the underside of his cock.
I always was crazy about Robin's cock. We used to play with it together when we were little, making it stand up at attention. Robin used to lie on his back and let me decorate it. Once I made a little soldier's suit for it. It was easy to make-it was just a cylinder and didn't need any arms and legs. I sewed little circles of yellow felt down the front of it to make buttons and the top I made blue and the bottom, where I imagined that the pants would be, I made red. "That's to show that this soldier's dick is on fire," I told him. It was really easy but Robin said that I was really clever when I slipped it onto his dork. Then I fumbled his cock around and around, squeezing it between my fingers and manipulating it from side to side with both of my hands until he got an erection. "Now look at the soldier," I said. "He's so proud of his new suit that he's standing right up at attention."
"Let's watch him march," said Robin. "Let's see him walk right into the arched, dark doorway to the castle."
I would laugh because I would know what he meant, and I would put my knees up and spread my little legs.
Robin would bounce his little erect cock in its soldier's suit towards my little snatch by leaning back on his hands and bouncing his buttocks up and down on the ground. His cock looked just as if it were jumping towards me, or as if it were on a galloping horse.
When he got to right up to my snatch, I'd say in a deep voice, "Halt! Who goes there?"
"It is I, Robin!" he'd say. "Up with the drawbridge!"
Then I'd put my little fingers down inside of my little twat and I'd hold my pussy lips and spread them open really slowly so that it looked like the door over the mouth of the castle was going up. He could see the pink, mottled skin inside my pussy lips. I was always moist and ready for him. He could see the love juice glistening in my little twat.
Then Robin would bounce his buttocks till his prick was nestled right in between my pussy lips. I'd squirm and squirm around him feeling how delightfully hard and thick he felt inside my little box. Then he'd back up and he'd put the head of his cock right at the entrance of my little, juicy, oozing twat hole, and with one great thrust, he'd shoot his cock barging right into me, as if I really were a castle and he was making a stampede into me. The bottom of my twat was like a let down draw bridge, it was so extended with excitement. He ran his big, clothed cock right over it, and stuffed himself inside me. He'd feel so big to me that it was just as if I were trying to stretch my little snatch around a cauliflower. Then we'd move back and forth, grinning at each other and swaying in unison. I could feel his prick pressing hard against my little cervix. I'd stare up at him, smiling and breathless, and swaying my pussy to his every movement. I'd keep my night gown hiked up over my widely spread legs and stand on my feet and let my little buttocks sway back and forth over the floor, just lightly tickled by the fuzz of the carpet. Then I'd feel a rumbling in his cock, just as if it was gurgling. His sperm would ooze out into me, hot and soft, just like someone had broken a boiled egg yolk inside of me. I'd squeeze my little thighs together around him, trying to squeeze out every last drop and hold it all inside of me.
Afterwards, we'd roll over so that I could be lying with my back towards him and nestled against his chest, and my legs bent over his legs so that his body made a little sideways seat for me. He'd hold me close to him and he'd keep his soft prick in me and I'd close my eyes and feel lulled by the sound of his breathing. He'd tell me that he loved me.
INTERVIEW TWO
When Leona came into my office for her second interview, she looked particularly healthy and as if she had been spending a great deal of time out in the fresh air. Her nose and her cheeks were burned pink from the sun and her eyes seemed to have taken on an added, special glow. She sat down in front of my desk and neatly crossed her legs, not without giving me a glimpse of a pretty pair of transparent blue lace underpanties first. The blue lace rosettes really stood out and looked pretty against the black, velvety softness of her sable cunt.
She seemed very excited. She was dressed in a red shirt that tied at her midriff and exposed her sunburned, luscious cleavage. She had on a white, linen skirt and she looked very fresh and energetic and charming. Her straight hair was neatly combed and it stretched down her back almost to her waist.
The following is a transcription of my second taped interview with her.
We took one of our family outings on Sunday, Doctor. Boy, did we have a marvelous time. We got plenty of fresh air and healthy exercise. My father says that those two things are essential. Boy, he sure gave me a workout, and Robin and my Mom too. And I don't mean just on the bicycle.
My mother says that it is because of the vitamins that my father is taking. She says particularly that vitamin E is making a big difference in his life. Anyway, every morning on the weekends, when the bicycle shop is closed and my father doesn't have to go work, he stands at the front door, looking out into the weather and he breathes in deeply and he pounds on his chest. He says, "Honey, I feel GREAT today!"
My mother who is usually sitting on the couch with her legs up on the coffee table, looking sleepily, usually grins at him with a twinkling weariness in her eyes and says, "Uh oh! I know just what that means!"
When she says this, Dad usually turns around and he says, "Hey! Hey! Hey!" and he zips over to the couch to her and before she has time even to stand up and try to make a get-away, he's got her bath robe open and is rubbing her tits up and down, with both his hands. Then he sinks his hands in between her thighs and pulls her legs open and sticks his head into her black muff. He eats her pussy with gusto. Robin and I can hear him gobbling and slurping. We usually tease her and say, "Hey, come on, Mom. We're hungry too."
But we always have to wait for my Dad to get his breakfast first. Mom usually just goes limp in his arms, and then he picks her up off the couch just as if she were a baby and lies her down sideways with her eyes closed and stretches her legs out. He spreads her legs apart and eats her pussy some more, sticking his tongue delicately in between her twat lips while he manipulates her nipples back and forth with both hands. Then he digs his face into her pussy and his whole head gets lost between her thighs. Mom usually puts her legs over his shoulders and crosses her ankles behind his neck so that he can get his tongue as far inside her pussy hole as is possible. We can watch Dad's head moving round and round, embedded in the soft flesh of my Mom's thighs. He doesn't stop until she comes. She comes with soft, prolonged groans, and always puts her arms limply above her head and undulates her abdomen, pressing her pussy tightly into his face.
Then she lies still, and after awhile, she sits up, blinking and looking as if she'd fallen asleep and is surprised to see everyone again. She wraps her bathrobe modestly around herself again, and she gets up very slowly. She walks as if her leg muscles are stiff. She shuffles off to the kitchen to fix us all some breakfast. She mutters something about Vitamin E as she goes limping off and she looks back at my Dad and grins ruefully at him and blinks her eyes in the most understanding, gentle, and seductive way.
For breakfast on the weekends we usually get to have granola and carrot juice to give us quick energy, though most of the time we have to eat hundreds and hundreds of eggs. Dad says that they'll keep my skin oily, and that it'll make Robin's sperm as thick as quick silver and very potent.
After breakfast, Mom packs us a lunch and a wen-equipped first aid kit that go in the side baskets of the bicycle built for four and all of us set out to a pre-chosen destination.
We reached the beach in no time, and just let the bike fall and all tumbled off it laughing and-fell in the sand. Mom already had her hands on my dad's cock, and was manipulating his soft head from side to side through his pants. With her other hand she was gently stroking the back of his neck and looking up into his face with trusting, loving eyes.
"Sweetheart," she cooed to him. "I love you."
"Hmmm," said my father in a joking voice, "the violent type, I see," and he gave her one of the most charming smiles I had ever seen on his face. He put his hand down and brought each one of her knees up next to his waist so that her legs were open and her open pussy was pointing straight at him and her skirt was rolled up almost to her waist. As he sunk his fingers between her thighs, took hold of one of her pussy lips and slid it back and forth between two of his fingers, she kept on staring at him with a curious little smile on her face, and a proud little arch of her neck. She unzipped his pants with the grace and ease of familiarity and fumbled his cock out and held onto it with her fingers while she rubbed the back of her thumb slowly over his head. My dad's got a prick that's just as big and as stiff as a javelin. He looks beautiful when it's out of his pants.
I turned to Robin and he had the same peaceful, sure, possessive expression on his face as my dad did. He kept his eyes glued fast on my face so that somehow, I couldn't move my eyes away. It felt as if my eyes were actually falling into his. He reached up and took hold of my ear lobe and squeezed it. Then he brought his hand down between my thighs and pushed them apart. I held one leg up so that there was plenty of room for him to squeeze his abdomen between them. I thought of how big his balls had felt in bed and I moaned with delight at the thought that he was now going to fuck me. My very own twin brother had grown so beautiful and so large. He unbuckled his pants and took them down over his buttocks so that I could see the whole of his beautiful, hairy groin. He slid his prick inside of me without stopping when he felt a tightness, he thrust right on through as if he was claiming something that was his by right. I didn't even flinch though I was a little dry and his enormous penis pinched a little bit. He put one hand down and worked my clitoris up and down to help me come, and he began moving his cock up and down inside of me with the same sure ease and grace that my father was using to push his own gigantic cock up and down inside of my mother. Hypnotized by Robin's eyes, I slid slowly up and down.
Suddenly, who should come by but that crazy social worker. She saw the four of us lying on the beach. "I don't care about you two," she said to my parents. "But the children! And twin brother and sister as well. You wait till the agency hears about this!" She shook her fist at us but seemed embarrassed to get too close. Then she got into her car and drove away.
That was when my parents admitted to Robin and me for the first time that they also were twin brother and sister. "We got born like this," said my father staring into my mother's eyes, "and we've lived like this always."
It may be wrong, Doctor, but I think it's very beautiful.
CONCLUSION
Social mores are not my job. Psychological health is. I dismissed this patient, telling her that there was nothing I could do for her. I warned her that hers was a special situation and that she should be careful whom she discussed it with. But after she left, I was glad I got to hear about it. I had a feeling that she was going to remain, despite the warnings of the social worker, quite happy.
GENERAL CONCLUSION
Very few young girls are able to handle something as terrible as a violent sex. Usually, in most cases, you can call the sex act an act of rape, since the young girl is being forced to submit.
Still, the violent sexual outbursts continue to happen and very little can be done about it. I am, and always have been, against forced sex. I plead with those people out there to seek help. I am willing to help.
For if you had to interview any of the young girls, you would see how much hurt there is, and realize how much their future lives are going to be affected by what happened to them. For a violent rape is one that stays in one's memory for an entire lifetime.
