To even the casual reader of the daily newspaper, the alarming increase in violent rape is quite apparent in our society, and while it is the function of the police to apprehend these immoral and sick individuals, it is my job to try to help the victims of rape adjust and cope with their own sense of shame and guilt.
All of the girls discussed in the following report have been raped by men who held them against their will and forced them to submit to a variety of sex acts. Not only were their vaginas penetrated by these men's hard cocks, but some of them actually were involved in ass-fucking and oral sex.
It is particularly upsetting when a young thirteen-year-old like Trudy S. who found that a man she trusted wanted only to fuck her. Melanie was raped by the elevator operator, and Roberta found that not only her friend's father couldn't wait to get his prick into her cunt, but that her friend himself had a raging hard-on for her.
There are other girls who are listed here who have undergone similar happenings, and I hope the reader will share my conviction of the criminality of these degenerate men.
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CASE HISTORY ONE
Subject: Arlene F. Age: Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Arlene was terrified when she walked into my office. She just stared at me with the eyes of a frightened animal. I knew that it would be best if I just said nothing and waited for her to calm down, which she did after about ten to fifteen minutes. She still looked as if she thought I was going to attack her, and though I now know why she felt like that, at that time I knew that something really terrifying must have happened to her.
She was not coherent at first, and even later she still seemed to have trouble articulating her innermost feelings. I have taken the liberty to piece together the patches of her story so as to enable the reader to follow along. Had I not done so, and presented the transcript verbatim, I'm sure that the casual reader would give up as hopeless any attempt to understand Arlene and read on to the next case. What follows is, however, the essence and substance of what she said to me.
You aren't going to rape me, are you doctor? Please don't rape me. It hurts when I get raped. I don't like it. I mean when Mr. Trumbull stuck his cock inside my pussy, I started to cry. It really hurt me. My cunt really made me all upset.
I know that when I get fucked with love my pussy doesn't hurt, it feels really good, but when I am forced to lie down and spread my legs so that some guy and shove his penis into me, I really feel pain inside my pussy.
I don't know why he did it to me. Why me? There were lots of other girls in the class. I'm not the only one. A lot of the girls are prettier than I am, and he could have had all of them. Maybe he did have them and it was just my turn, but I'm really upset over it. I would tell my mother and father, but they would beat me. I know they would. I just don't know what to do.
It happened last Thursday. Mr. Trumbull is my teacher. He's one of my teachers anyway, and I not only have him for math, he is my home room teacher at school. It was just as we were about to all go home and we went to our home room to get our coats that he first came up to me. Oh, doctor, I don't want to go into this all over again. Please don't make me tell you. I can't. It's too painful.
Well, I guess I'm all right now. Thank you. I may get really upset talking to you, so please understand. Mr. Trumbull has always kept his eye on all the girls in the class. Even Bobby, the boy who sits next to me noticed that only the girls were getting good recommendations in class and he thought it was the girls who put out for him.
Bobby told me this and I told him it wasn't so. I said that Mr. Trumbull hadn't ever fucked me or even indicated that he wanted to. Bobby didn't believe me because Mr. Trumbull had given me an A in math, and had written some nice things about me to my parents.
Bobby was sure that Mr. Trumbull had fucked me. He was really upset about it, because I had told Bobby that I hadn't been fucked by anyone but him, and he now told me I was lying. I started to cry, and Bobby apologized. I guess he really thought that Mr. Trumbull had fucked me, and I promised Bobby that it was only his cock and balls I was interested in, and that no one else would ever get near my pussy hole.
Well, I really was keeping my promise. I didn't let anyone, not even Tony, who promised to buy me a hamburger and coke if I would spread my legs for him. I wouldn't let Tony inside my cunt, and I certainly wasn't going to allow Mr. Trumbull to slide his dick into my hole.
Bobby and I are really close, and I want to marry him someday when he gets out of medical school. He is going to be a doctor, and he would practice playing doctor with me. It was a lot of fun, especially when he would examine my vagina. I would play nurse and stroke his prick to make him feel better.
We had lots of good times together, and I knew that my cunt would only be for Bobby. I didn't want anyone else to have it.
Bobby got sick one day, and he didn't come into school. I was going to go over to his house right at three o'clock, because that's when we get out of school. He had a virus or something and I knew that he would be out for several days.
Mr. Trumbull saw that I was in a hurry to leave school, and he stopped me just as I was putting on my coat.
"Oh, Arlene," he said, "could I speak with you just a moment please?"
"Uh, sure, Mr. Trumbull," I said, "but I'm in a hurry to see Bobby. He's sick and I would like to go over there now."
"You sure like Bobby, don't you?" he said to me.
"Yes, Mr. Trumbull," I replied. "I love him. I'm going to marry him when he gets out of medical school."
"That's very nice, Arlene," said Mr. Trumbull. "That's very good news. I'm glad that you like him so much. I only hope that he-likes you as much as you like him."
"Oh, he does," I exclaimed. "We love each other very much."
"Because you are a very-likeable person," he said. "You are a really nice girl, and I'm glad to see you happy. Does he make you happy?" he asked.
"Yes, he makes me very happy."
"Good. I would hate to see you unhappy." I was pleased that my teacher was telling me all this. I was glad that my teacher liked me, and even though he was saying all these nice things to me, I wished that he would let me go so I could go and visit Bobby.
"I'm leaving now too," he said. "Shall I walk you part of the way?"
"Oh, that would be very nice," I said. "I'm really in a hurry."
"How are you going? Which way do you walk?" he asked.
"Well, I'm going to go through the park to Bobby's house," I said. "It's shorter that way."
"What a coincidence!" he exclaimed. "That's just the way I'm going. Come on, we'll walk through the park."
I was pleased. We walked through the park and he held my hand. I let him do it because I knew that he liked me and that he didn't want to see me get hurt, you know, like fall or anything. A couple of times he wanted to go and sit behind a couple of trees, telling me that he just loved to look at the trees and the sky. "It's so close to nature," he said, but as I was in a hurry, I just wouldn't go into the bush with him.
He seemed a bit upset when I wouldn't sit down next to him and I realized that it was so late I started to break into a run. "See you tomorrow!" I called out as I broke away from him and ran all the rest of the way to Bobby's house.
Mr. Trumbull looked really upset that I got away so quickly. I guess he just wanted to take a nice stroll and I couldn't really join him in that.
I saw Bobby that afternoon, and though we couldn't make love like always, because he was sick and his mother was coming home soon, I promised him that as soon as he was better, I would spend a whole weekend with him and he could fuck me ten times if he wanted to.
I promised to see him right after school the next day, and I went home. The next day in school, I was also in a hurry to leave, and this time, Mr. Trumbull came over to me and told me to sit down. "You are always in a hurry, young lady," he said, "but today you will not be able to leave."
"But why?" I asked. "I want to see Bobby."
"Bobby is sick," he said.
"Yes, that's why I want to see him," I told my teacher.
"Well, if he's sick, he isn't going to go anywhere," he said. "Sit down. Take your coat off. I have to talk to you."
"Couldn't it wait?"
"No."
What could I do? I took my coat off and was getting really upset. I wished there was a way I could contact Bobby and tell him I would be late. "What did you want to speak to me about?" I asked Mr. Trumbull.
"You ran away from me yesterday," he said. I didn't understand and told him so. He scowled at me. "I don't like it when girls run away from me."
"But Mr. Trumbull, I had to see Bobby."
"You were with me. You ran away."
"I told you I was in a hurry. You were walking so slowly. I was late."
"That's no excuse," he said. "You ran away. I was holding your hand and telling you how nice I thought you were. I don't think you are so nice anymore. I don't think you are the same girl I used to like."
"Well. . . " I didn't know what to say.
"You don't act nice anymore. I bet you don't even act nice to Bobby."
"Oh, yes, I'm very nice to him. I really am."
"How nice?"
"Very nice. I like him a lot."
"Do you let him fuck you?" I blushed. I couldn't believe my teacher would be asking me such a question. I stammered for a bit. "Well? Does he fuck you? Is your pussy full of his cock juice?"
"N-n-not right now," I said. I didn't know what to say. I was confused.
"Of course not right now," he said, "but obviously he does fuck you. He fucks you because you are nice to him, right?"
"W-well, yes," I said.
"When we were nice to each other, you never let me fuck you. You weren't that nice to me."
"But Mr. Trumbull, he's my boyfriend."
"I was your friend too, until you ran away from me yesterday. I don't like it when girls don't want me to be their friends. I want to be your friend, Arlene, and I want you to be nice to me. You are going to have to be as nice to me as you are to Bobby."
He looked around the room and saw that it was empty. He went over to the door. I thought he was going to leave, but instead, he locked the door. He pulled the shades down over the windows and came back to me.
"Well, now, Arlene," he said. "I would like you to be as nice to me as you are to your boyfriend Bobby." I didn't know what he was driving at, until he put his hand on my shoulder. I tried to brush it off, but I couldn't do it. He was holding onto me very tightly.
His hand started to slide underneath my blouse. I could feel his hands on my breasts. "You aren't wearing a bra," he said. "That's good. Your body feels so nice and warm."
"Don't!" I cried. "Don't do that! I will scream if you do that."
"No one will hear you," he said. "No one will hear you scream because there is no one on this floor. We are alone, Arlene, and I want something from you. I want to touch you all over."
I pulled away from him and I ran to the other end of the room, but I couldn't escape. He ran after me and caught me. "Don't try to run!" he shouted. "I will only catch you and that will make it worse for you. Now, Arlene, let me continue."
He pushed me down onto one of the chairs. He stood up next to me and kept his hands down inside my blouse. He started stroking my tits harder and harder. He squeezed and massaged my nipples, and I was becoming frozen with fear.
From the look on his face, I knew that he was getting really excited. I glanced down at his fly and saw that it was bulging. His prick was getting hard because he was rubbing and touching my nipples and tits.
"I want your body," he said. "I want your whole body. I want to fuck you, Arlene. I want to fuck your hot pussy with my hard prick."
"No!" I cried. I tried getting up, but he was too strong for me. I screamed. He laughed. I was becoming more and more terrified, and I didn't know what to do.
He picked me up off the chair, and pulled me to the front of the room where there was a large open space of floor. He pushed me down onto the floor, and then started to lie down next to me.
I thought that maybe all he really wanted to do was kiss me, because he put his lips against mine and forced his tongue into my mouth. Well, if that was all he really wanted, I saw no harm in that, particularly as I really had no choice in the matter. I allowed him to kiss me as hard as he wanted.
His prick was getting harder and harder. I could feel his stiff dick pressing onto my body when he climbed on top of me. I knew then that he really did intend to fuck me. He was only getting himself hotter by kissing me, and maybe he thought that I would get hotter too.
He started to remove my blouse. I felt tears coming to my eyes, and I thought of Bobby. I wished that Bobby were there. He would protect me. He wouldn't let this mad maniac fuck me and stick his pecker up my hole.
"No, don't!" I pleaded. "No, please don't!"
"Yes," he said sinisterly. "Yes, I am going to fuck you. Oh, Arlene, your tits really turn me on. They are so soft and supple, so ripe and fleshy. You have really big tits for a girl your age. Your nipples are so nice and round. I want to suck your tits, Arlene. I want to draw out all the juice from your sweet and luscious nipples."
He started kissing my tits. My blouse was off completely, and I felt his hot and wet tongue all over my breasts. I wanted him to stop, but there was no way I could get him to stop.
"Oh, Arlene, I want to eat you all up. I want to lick you all over. I want my mouth to suck on and lick out every corner of your body. I'm going to eat you up, Arlene. You really turn me on so much. I want to taste you all over."
He started licking my body from my neck down past my tits until he got to my belly. Then he began to undress me completely. He started to remove my skirt and as he was doing so, he slid his fingers underneath my panties.
"Your cunt feels so good to me," he said as he placed his hands onto my cunt hairs. "Your sweet pussy is just what I want. I want your hot and wet pussy to feel so good around my stiff cock. I'm going to fuck you so nice. You will want my cock instead of Bobby's prick and balls."
"Never!" I cried. "I will never want your prick instead of Bobby's. I will only want Bobby's penis inside my hole."
"HA! We'll see about that! We'll see whose cock you will prefer. I'm going to fuck you really hard, Arlene, and I'm going to make your cunt hole desperately crave for my dick and balls. You will love it when I fuck you."
I knew I would hate it, but I couldn't make him believe it. All he wanted was to slide his dick into my cunt slit, and there was nothing I could do to make him stop.
He pulled down my panties. I screamed as I felt his wet tongue pressing against my pussy lips. I didn't want him inside my hole. I was beginning to feel real panic. I hated it. I hated it especially when he started to suck and lick out my cunt hole.
"Oh, Arlene, this tastes so good! I love sucking your pussy! I love eating your hot cunt! I want to suck and lick your sweet hot pussy for hours." I felt his tongue sliding in and out of my vagina. I wished I could get away. His tongue went all the way in and came all the way out. Back and forth, in and out went his tongue. I screamed, but that only turned him on more, and he sucked harder, ate my pussy harder, until he was really so hard that I knew his cock would suddenly force its way into my pussy hole.
His penis was really stiff, and for the moment when he stood up to unzip his fly and take out his cock and balls, I thought I could make an escape, but the door was locked, and even though I banged hard on it, I just couldn't get anyone outside to hear me.
"That won't work!" he cried. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, Arlene. I'm going to ram my dick all the way into your hot pussy hole! Come on and get fucked, Arlene! I'm going to make you a really happy girl."
"Only Bobby can make me happy!" I said back to him, but he grabbed me, threw me down on the floor again, and then showed me his thick long hard dick.
"See this?" he said. "Yes," I mumbled.
"This is going to make you happy. This hard prick is going to ram your cunt hole and make your sweet pussy ooze with ecstasy. I can make you really feel good," he said. "I can make your cunt feel better than it could with Bobby's prick inside of it."
"No you can't!" I told him, but he just laughed. He pressed his body closer to mine, and I could feel the tip of his penis pressing against my pussy lips. He forced my legs to spread wide apart, and he began to slide his long spear deeper and deeper into my hole.
I screamed. It hurt. My pussy wasn't wet, and it really hurt me when I felt that cock entering and penetrating my hole.
"Stop! Stop!" I cried. He laughed. "Please stop! Please! You are hurting me! You are hurting me!"
"No, I'm making you feel good!" he said. "You feel really good!"
"No, my pussy is dry. Your cock is hurting my cunt. It hurts. Take it out! Take it out!"
He rammed his dick into me even harder. Mr. Trumbull had a really thick cock and it pressed hard against my pussy walls. I couldn't stop screaming. I wanted him to take his hard-on out of my vagina, but he just kept ramming it in deeper and deeper.
"You see!" he shouted. "You see! If you had gotten all hot and juicy the way you do for Bobby, then my penis wouldn't hurt you so much. It's your own fault you are hurting. Not mine. Most girls love it when I fuck them, because they relax and enjoy it. They know that I can give them the greatest fucks of their lives. I love to fuck, and all the girls love to get fucked. My prick really pleases them all."
It was really hurting me now. His long hard dick was shoved all the way into my hole, and he started to pump his prick in and out of my hole. No matter how hard I screamed, he just laughed and smashed his dick all the way into me.
His balls were swinging wildly and banging against my pussy. I felt his whole body crushing me, and his lips were pressed hard on my tits, and he was licking my nipples with his tongue. I was in tears, and that only made his dong harder.
"Oh, Arlene, my cock is on fire! I'm really hard inside your sweet quim. I want to fuck you so hard my cock goes all the way up your body! I want you, baby! I want to fuck you and make you hot and happy!"
His penis was giving me great pain. It still hurt. My cunt walls were getting more and more sore, and no matter what I did, it only seemed to intensify the pain.
I thought of Bobby. I knew that Bobby wouldn't hurt me. I thought of how wonderful his prick and balls made me feel, and I wished that it was he that was fucking me. I knew that when Bobby fucks me, my cunt gets all hot and juicy.
Apparently thinking of Bobby made my cunt feel better. Mr. Trumbull's prick and balls stopped hurting me so much, and he grinned as he realized that my pussy juices were indeed beginning to lubricate. His cock started to slide in and out of my hole a lot easier now, and he was pumping me faster and faster.
"I knew my cock would make your pussy hot and yummy," he said. "My prick is really juicing you up. Your lubricating honeys are starting to flow wildly now."
"Only because I'm thinking of Bobby," I said. "It's only because I'm thinking that it is his prick and balls fucking me."
"No, it's because my cock really turns you on. I'm really fucking you good and hard and you love it. I think I will fuck you all the time now."
His prick was getting coated with my vaginal secretions. I could feel his cock getting hotter, and I knew that his prick was going to explode and fill me up with his hot semen. I wished that he would ejaculate and get it over with, but he was taking his time, really enjoying my pussy meat and his balls weren't yet ready to release their sticky fluid.
"I'm fucking you, baby!" he cried, as his breathing got heavier, and his body began to sweat. "I'm really fucking you hard!"
His whole body seemed to me to be pounding into mine. His powerful ass pushed his cock so far into my vagina, that I thought he would break a hole in me. My pussy was getting hotter and hotter. If only it was Bobby inside my cunt!
"Oh, baby!" he cried. "I'm going to shoot my load! I'm going to come! Oh, baby, my cock is on fire! I'm coming! I'm coming!"
I suddenly felt his prick shooting out hot thick spurts of his creamy semen. It poured into my hole, and my cunt walls were becoming coated with his jism. I started to scream in spite of myself. I pictured Bobby's penis shooting hot come, and I wished that it was him and he would be spurting more and more into me.
My oozing pussy overflowed with our juices. His semen mixed with my syrups and they began to seep out of my vagina. I felt ray whole body getting wet with our creams. His cock was still spurting as I pressed my legs together, and the last of his sperm dripped out of his cock and into my vagina.
As he slowly began to withdraw his cock from my slit, he smiled at me. "There, now, Arlene, I knew you would enjoy it. I knew that you would really love it when I fucked you. Your pussy got so hot, that it made my penis' explode really wildly. I loved fucking you. I'm going to fuck you again and again."
"No!" I cried. "No! You mustn't fuck me. You must never fuck me again. I don't want to feel your dick inside my hole! No! No! You must never do that again!"
He just laughed, and he stared to play with his penis again. I saw it get hard, and as soon as it was hard, he shoved it into my hole. He was going to fuck me again!
Oh, doctor! My teacher keeps me after class and he fucks me. He has fucked me about five times, and each time it hurts. The pain is so great, that the only way I can keep my cunt from hurting me is to think of Bobby. Then, when he feels my cunt juices flowing, he thinks that it is because he is really thrilling me, which he is not doing, and he wants to fuck me again, telling me that I love it. I just don't know what to do.
CONCLUSION
It is obvious that we have here a very serious problem, and that Mr. Trumbull ought to be removed from the school and put in jail. To rape a young girl is immoral, and that unless people like him were put away, they could just go on fucking as much as they wanted.
As far as she was concerned, I said I would help her get over her fear, and that together, all three of us, myself, Arlene, and Bobby, would work together to see that she realizes that she is indeed loved, and she should in no way feel guilty for having been raped. It wasn't her fault, and that sex was indeed beautiful, but only if there is love and affection coupled with it. Brutal rape cannot be condoned, and the scars that it leaves on people, particularly young people is incalculable.
Mr. Trumbull obviously was deranged, and anyone who needs to have sex with unwilling teenaged girls is sick I told Arlene that he needed treatment a lot more than she did. She still is, however, coming to see me, a perfect example of the damage that people like Mr. Trumbull can inflict on young and still-forming minds. There is no excuse for people like Mr. Trumbull, and he should be made to pay the full penalty for what he had done to young
Arlene. I am happy to say that as of right now, he is indeed in jail, and unable to teach.
CASE HISTORY TWO
Subject: Susanna J. Age: Thirteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Susanna was an extraordinarily pretty girl. She looked quite young. Even I, who usually was able to determine people's ages, thought she was only about ten or eleven. She was really a charming girl, and I was not surprised to discover that she was the object of the attentions of many men.
There are quite a few men who like young girls, and Susanna certainly was the type to appeal to most of them. She was blonde and had freckles, and she looked just like a perfect angel.
When she came into my office, she seemed quite disturbed. I knew that something was deeply troubling her, and I was anxious for her to begin talking to me. Though she was upset, she had no trouble communicating to me. This made my treatment of her considerably easier.
Oh, doctor, it's just so difficult for me to talk. I want to tell you what happened, but I can't bring myself to do it. It was so terrible. I just don't know what to do. I don't know why they all want to pick on me, but they do. All they want from me is my body. They are all crazy, doctor. I hate them all. I don't want to see men ever again. Except you of course.
It's very difficult for me to talk about this. I know that I'm here so you can help me, but it's so hard to talk about. Oh, I wish I were dead!
It all started only about a week or two ago. I had no idea that this would happen when that new family moved in next door. At first, they all seemed so nice. I was very pleased because they had a dog, and I love dogs.
You see, my sister is allergic to dogs, and therefore we can't have one. When that family moved in, they had this cutest and most adorable puppy, and I loved to pet it, and play with it when they would let it out for a walk
The nice man who walked the dog usually seemed to like me. From the first day, when he moved in with his wife and dog, I was sure that I would be really happy that they were there.
Things began to change though after he noticed that I just loved playing with Pippin. Oh, Pippin is the name of the dog. He was so tiny and cute, and he had all of this fur. The man told me that this dog was a Pomeranian. I think that's what he said. They are really cute, and the dog was so playful! Oh, I can't tell you how much I miss not having a dog in the house.
Well, when he realized that I just loved to pet the dog, he started talking to me all the time. At first, I thought he was just being friendly, and I was pleased to see that I had such a nice neighbor. The people who had been living there before were really creeps, and I was very glad to discover that they were moving. The always complained about the noise, and we never made any noise. Honestly, doctor, we are a very quiet family.
Well, anyway, Mr. Peters, oh, that's the man's name, Mr. Peters always let me talk to Pippin, and the dog and I got along really well. He's so cute, doctor. I love puppies.
"Pippin-likes you," said the man. "Pippin-likes little girls."
"So I see," I said. "I like Pippin. I love it when he tries to bite me. He just tickles, he's so small." I knew that if Pippin was a really big dog, I wouldn't let him bite me, but it felt so funny. He has such a small mouth.
Every day at the same time the man would take Pippin out for a walk. I always was there so I could play with the dog. I loved it. Every day for a week, Pippin and I would have a really great time playing with each other.
One day it was raining out, and I missed seeing the dog. I wondered if the reason that Mr. Peters didn't take Pippin out was because of the rain. I rang the bell and asked if Pippin was sick.
"No, he's not sick, but I thought it best not to take him out today," said Mr. Peters. "He's just had some shots, and I have to be careful."
"Oh," I said. I started to leave, but Mr. Peters called me back.
"Oh, Susanna," he said, because I had already told him my name, "Susanna, would you like to come in and play with Pippin? I'm sure that he will miss you if he doesn't see you today."
"Oh, I would love to," I said, "that is if you and Mrs. Peters don't mind."
"I don't mind, and Mrs. Peters, my wife, is out shopping. She won't be back until quite late tonight. You can come in. I'll have some milk and cookies for you."
I went in, eager to see the dog again. The dog was quite happy to see me, and we played for a while, and I would throw a toy across the room and he would dash after it and bring it back to me. He looked so cute with his dog toys in his mouth.
Mr. Peters brought me some milk and cookies, and while he had coffee, I drank my milk with him in the living room.
It was getting late, and I decided that I would go home. My mother wouldn't know where I was, and she would be just getting back from the day at the beauty parlor.
"Thank you for letting me play with Pippin," I said. "I really appreciate it."
"Oh, you are not going already?" he said. "I don't want you to go. We were all having such a nice time."
"Thank you, Mr. Peters, but I must go. I would very much like to come back again."
"Well," he said, "there is something I would like to say to you."
"What?" I asked, not knowing what he wanted.
"I just wanted to know why you like playing with Pippin so much. Why don't you have a dog too? Then Pippin and your dog can play."
"My sister Roberta can't have dogs in the house. She's allergic."
"Oh."
"But I like playing with dogs. I like the way he runs around and the way he feels when I touch him."
"You like touching things?" he asked me.
"Oh, yes, I like touching his fur."
"I like touching things too," he said. "I love to put my hands on things that are soft and silky. I bet your skin feels better than his fur."
I laughed. "Yeah, my skin feels good when I touch it. See," I said as I patted my own arm, "my skin is soft and silky, just like Pippin's fur."
"Oh, let me touch your skin," he said, "so I can find out if it is just like Pippin's fur."
I let him put his fingers onto my arm. I d idn't think anything of it.
"That's nice," he said as he stroked my arm. "That feels really good. You do have some very soft and silky skin."
I got up. It was getting late, and I really had to get back home. I thanked him again, for letting me play with his dog, and I started to leave. He went over to the door and locked it.
I didn't know why he did that. I couldn't understand. I wanted to leave, and he was blocking the way so I couldn't get out. I tried to laugh with him, thinking he was just playing a little joke on me, but I realized that there was something very funny going on. He seemed to be looking at me very strangely, and I was beginning to feel afraid, for the first time that I had been there.
"Let me out, please," I said.
"No," he replied.
"Why?"
"Because I want to touch you," he said. "I loved touching your skin, and I want to touch you all over."
"No," I answered. "Let me out. Let me out or I will call my father and he will beat you up. Let me out right now." I was very insistant, but he just laughed and laughed.
"Come here," he said as he dragged me over to the sofa. "I want to touch your skin again. I want to touch you all over and make you feel good."
I started to scream, but it was no use. He put his hands on me and rubbed and caressed me. First he put his hands on my shoulder, and then he touched me on the neck. I really became upset when he put his hands inside my blouse.
"Your tits feel so nice," he said. "Your tits really feel nice and soft and sweet. I love to touch tits, and I want to touch your tits with my tongue."
"No!" I shouted. "No! No! No!"
"Yes," he said. "Yes. I'm going to lick your tits, and make my hot and wet tongue lick you all over. I want to suck on your nipples, Susannah. I want to lick and eat you all up."
I tried to free myself, but it was no use. I just couldn't get away. He nearly tore off my blouse trying to press his lips against my breasts. I regretted ever having come over to play with his dog.
"Oh, your tits taste good," he said. "I want to lick your tits all over." He sucked so hard on my nipples, that they became reddened. It was beginning to hurt me, and I started to cry.
He started to lick my eyes. "I want to dry your tears," he said. That was strange, because he was the one who was causing them to be wet in the first place.
"Oh, Susanna, I want to lick you and eat you. I want my tongue to be all over your body." I felt him removing the rest of my clothes. I shouted for him to stop, but he took off my skirt and my panties. I felt cold, and the fact that his body was against mine didn't make me feel any warmer.
His tongue went down the length of my body, until it reached my cunt. He stopped, and for a moment, I thought that he was going to let me go. He stopped licking my body, and then looked up into my eyes.
"Didn't you like that?" he said. "Didn't you like it when I licked your tits?"
"No," I said.
"Oh, then I'll have to lick you until you do like it. I will have to lick you until you want me to lick every nook and cranny of your body."
I didn't know what to do. If I told him I didn't like it, he would say he would like me until I did. If I said I did like it, he would then tell me he was continuing to make me feel even better. I was so upset. My mother had always warned me to stay away from strange men, but I thought that because he was a neighbor, that he was all right.
He resumed licking me, and I felt his tongue lapping up whatever it could. He pressed his lips against my cunt hairs, and he smiled. "Your cunt is growing hairs," he said. "I can't wait until your bush is really well-developed. Your cunt will be so luscious and delicious when it is completely covered with cunt hairs."
"Stop it, please, stop it!" I cried. I didn't want his tongue to slide into my pussy, and I tried pushing him away.
"I will never stop," he told me nastily, "until I have sucked out every bit of juice from your cunt. I want to lick you dry," he said. "I want to suck you out until you have no more hot honey to give me."
He pushed my legs apart, and he pressed his mouth against my pussy lips. I couldn't get his head from between my legs. I tried to kick him, but his hands just held me down as his mouth worked its way all up and down my cunt.
"Mmmmm," he murmured, "this tastes so good. I love sucking cunt. I love sucking young cunt. I love sucking your cunt because you are so sweet and tender. I want to suck your cunt all day and all night long. Your pussy is making me feel so good. Mmmmmm, you have a really luscious cunt."
He sucked and licked my pussy until I felt it getting red from the friction of his tongue. I begged him to stop, but he started to laugh and he began to pinch my tits. I began to hurt all over.
He was starting to remove his pants now. I at first didn't know why, but then when he got them down, I saw his huge organ throbbing and pulsating. I screamed. I had never before seen anything so big and ugly.
"I want you to have this," he said. "I want you to have this and it will make you happy."
I felt him press his cock against my lips, and I kept my mouth tightly closed. I didn't want to take that thing into my mouth, and this was one thing I could do. He couldn't force his penis into me because I just wouldn't open my mouth.
He got really mad. "You had better suck this prick, girlie," he snarled. "You just better suck my fucking prick."
"I won't!" I told him. "If you put it in my mouth, I will bite it off." He growled at me and yelled things in me that I didn't understand. I was starting to cry again, but this time he didn't bother to lick the tears away from my eyes.
"Cry if you want to, you fucking bitch!" he screamed. "You are going to be really sorry that you didn't suck my cock." I didn't know what he was going to do. Suddenly, I became really terrified. I thought he was going to rape me. I had heard what men do with their hard pricks, and a girlfriend had told me she had been raped and it hurt like hell.
"No! No! NO!" I was screaming louder and louder. I struggled so hard, that I think I may have convinced him not to fuck me, because he stopped trying to press his penis into my cunt slit. I wanted to kick him again in the balls, but he just held onto my legs.
"Okay, bitch, you'll be sorry," he said. He put his face down to my cunt again, and started to lick me as hard as he could with his tongue.
I didn't know what to expect. He was really playing with his dick shaft and he stroked it faster and faster. I was afraid of what might happen, and suddenly, he withdrew his mouth from my vagina and rubbed his penis over it.
Suddenly, he started to shout. "Oh, baby, I'm coming! I'm shooting! I'm coming over your nice hot young pussy. Take it, baby! I'm coming all over you!"
His prick released some hot fluid and it spattered all over my body. I cried hysterically. I didn't know what that was. I was going crazy as he jerked himself off over me.
His balls were swinging wildly. More and more of that hot creamy water came pouring out of his dick. I didn't know what it was, but I knew I didn't like it.
"Oh, baby, that was good!" he shouted when his cock had stopped spurting. "That really was good and hot. I know what I'm going to do with your cunt now. You can't stop me. I'm going to make my prick feel really good!"
Oh, doctor, I just can't go on. It was too horrible. I just can't go on. Please don't make me tell you what happened next. I just can't do it! Help, me doctor, I just can't go on!
I stopped Susanna right there. I knew that when a patient reached a certain point, it would only be harmful to continue. I asked Susanna if she would like to come back another time, and she agreed to it. I knew that it would be better that way.
She lay still for a while, and I gave her a handkerchief to dry her eyes. She started to cry again, and I had to have my nurse assist me in calming her down. I knew that what followed was very traumatic, and I hoped that she would have to courage to come back and keep her next appointment with me.
INTERVIEW TWO
Good. She did come back. I was quite relieved. Sometimes I have had the experience of a patient coming to a point that was quite traumatic and was unable to continue. After promising to return for another appointment, I would clear my schedule for them, only to discover that I was never going to see them again.
Some of the people who did that needed treatment even more than Susanna, but I was pleased to see that this girl knew that running away from what was bothering her was not the answer to her problems. She knew she had to work out her experience with me, no matter how upsetting, and the fact that she did so, indicated to me, that although she was only thirteen, she was already on her way to becoming a mature young woman.
I feel better today, doctor. I know I acted quite like a child last time, but I'm all right now. I hope I stay that way and don't break down the way I did.
Anyway, after he had jerked off over my cunt, I started to cry. I didn't know what that milky substance was that came out of his cock, but I also didn't want to know. All I knew was that I didn't like it, and the fact that he told me he had something else for me only made me more terrified and afraid.
I was sure he was going to slide his dick into my cunt. I knew I would find that so painful, and I began to scream in anticipation of that.
"Don't fuck me!" I yelled. "Please don't fuck me! I don't want you to fuck me! Don't shove your cock into my cunt! I've never been fucked before and it will hurt. Please don't fuck me!"
I was really going hysterical now. He put his hand over my mouth and then told me what he was going to do.
"Relax, kid," he said. "If you are that afraid of my prick, I won't fuck you. I'm not out to hurt you. Did I hurt you before? Did I? Did the fact that I shot my load over your cunt hurt you? It was only semen you know."
"You hurt me! You are going to hurt me!" I was hysterical.
"I didn't hurt you. You are lying. I just sucked your pussy and licked your tits before I jerked off over you. I didn't hurt you."
"You hurt my legs. Ycu held them down, and that hurt."
"Only because you were going to kick me," he said. "I didn't really hurt you. It's all in your mind."
"What are you going to do?" I asked. "If you aren't going to fuck me, what then are you going to do?"
"You are going to suck my prick," he said. "You are going to take my cock into your mouth and suck on it. You will love it,' Susanna, you will love it when you lick my spear up and down. It will make your cunt really hot."
"No! I won't do it! I won't suck your prick!"
"Yes, you will," he said. "You will suck my cock and lick my balls if I tell you to. You admitted I didn't hurt you before, didn't you?"
"Well. . . "
"Never mind. You will be hurt now, and I mean it, if you don't suck my cock. And just to make sure that you don't get any funny ideas, I will kill you if you bite my prick. That's a warning, so don't bite my cock or balls."
I was planning to do just that, but when he threatened me, I knew that I would have no choice. I would have to suck his cock even if I didn't want to.
He placed his meat against my lips, and though it took me a long while before I relaxed enough to open my jaws, when I did so, he slid his penis into my mouth and started to pump harder and harder.
"Come on, Susanna, use your tongue. Lick my long hard shaft. Make my cock feel really good. I want you to suck my prick and lick my hot and heavy balls!"
I felt his shaft entering my throat. I nearly choked on it. His dick slid all the way in and I thought I would die.
"Suck it, baby!" he cried. "Suck my fucking hard prick! Eat that cock, baby! Lick my fucking hard meat!"
He started to pump faster and faster. I was feeling sick inside, and I didn't want to have to take his cock in me any more. I tried to get him to take it out, but he just wouldn't.
His balls were banging against my chin. I felt those hairy things against my lips, and I wished that I could just get up and run out of there. He was going to torture me if I hurt him in any way, so I had to be very careful when sucking his cock.
"Oh, baby, that's it, that's it!" he cried.
"You are really sucking me off beautifully. Suck my cock even harder, Susanna. Suck my dick and lick my balls!"
I continued to suck his prick, but then he tried to get his balls into my mouth. I couldn't take them in. His balls were really too big for my mouth, and I went crazy trying to suck on his shaft alone.
"Come on, Susanna, you can eat my balls too! Lick those balls, baby! Suck on my balls! Take my balls into your mouth and lick them along with my spear!"
He forced his balls into my mouth. I didn't want them, but I had to take them in. I felt my whole mouth full of cock and balls, and I nearly gagged. I hated it. I hated sucking his cock.
"Oh, baby, that feels so good! Oh, baby, that really makes me feel good! Suck it, Susanna! Suck that cock! Oh, baby, I'm going to shoot my hot cream into your mouth! I'm going to shoot my fucking hot cream all the way down your throat!"
His penis started to pound my face even harder. He plunged it in faster and faster, and I knew that he was soon going to spurt his hot liquid deep into me. I was gagging on it, and he was loving it. He must have known I didn't want it, because he just kept ramming his prick all the way into my desperate mouth.
"Eat it, baby! Eat it! Suck me off, baby! Suck that fucking hard prick! Oh , baby, I'm going to come! I'm coming, baby! I'm going to fill your fucking hot mouth with my juice!"
Suddenly his prick went wild. I could feel that hot semen pouring into my face. I gagged. I choked as it poured into my throat.
That only made him wilder because his prick seemed to have a never-ending supply of hot cream. He rammed his cock into me so hard, that I was sure I was going to die.
"Oh, baby, eat that come!" he yelled. "Eat me! Suck me! SUCK MY FUCKING HOT PRICK!! "
His jism spilled out of my mouth. I just couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't swallow another drop of his juice. I was going crazy. My mouth and throat had filled up with his sperm, and I couldn't hold another drop.
"Oh, baby, you were beautiful," he said. "You really can suck cock! I bet you love to suck cock, don't you?"
I shook my head. I hated it. I didn't like it when he had made me suck his prick, and I told him that I never before had sucked cock.
"I don't believe you," he said. "You really sucked my prick and balls like an expert. You are an expert. You really sucked me and I feel really great."
His juice ran down the side of my cheek. I was too weak and afraid to wipe it off. I wished that he would get me a towel and clean my face and my chin, but he just stood there, his dripping penis hanging over me, and I saw that his balls were covered in his own semen.
"I loved it," he said. "I really loved the way you sucked my cock. There is something else that I would like to do now. There is something else now that will make you feel even better. I am going to fuck you now."
Just as I was about to scream, we both heard footsteps coming up the front. He quickly realized that it was his wife coming home. "A word about this to anyone and I will kill you," h e said. "Now get dressed and be fucking quick about it."
I got dressed faster than I had ever dressed before, and just as Mrs. Peters came in, I left. We nodded hello, and I ran home. I haven't told anyone about this, except you. I am afraid that he will really kill me.
CONCLUSION
Again, I explained to a patient the need to contact the authorities, in this case it would be the police. She continued to refuse, and in a way I don't blame her. She is convinced that he will kill her, and though I said that he couldn't get her if he was in jail, she adamantly refused to prosecute.
It is unfortunate that these madmen can instill such fear in ones so young. These people cannot be allowed to run loose, and I am happy to report that Mr. Peters tried to rape another girl, but he was found out when his wife came home unexpectedly, and called the cops.
CASE HISTORY THREE
Subject: Francine W. Age: Sixteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Francine was one of the loveliest redheads I had ever seen. She seemed remarkably physically mature for her age, and at first I thought she was in her twenties. Her whole body seemed to exude femininity, and I even felt some lustful stirrings within me when she first entered my office.
After she talked for a while, I realized that she was not as developed emotionally as she was physically, but that is no criticism. She was undergoing the trials of adolescence, particularly in regard to sex.
She was afraid to talk to anyone else about it, and it was only with some difficulty that I managed to get her to open up to me.
Oh, doctor, I just don't know who to turn to. I can't talk to my mother or father about it. They would just kill me, they just would. I know it, because years ago, my father said that if he found out I wasn't a virgin when I got married, he would kill me.
I haven't been a virgin since I was fourteen, but that is a whole different story, which I don't think is relevant to what just happened to me. Then, it was my boyfriend, or my boyfriend at the time, Willie, who fucked me. I wanted it then, doctor. I wanted to be fucked then, but this was different. I didn't want it, but it just happened. Oh, doctor, I'm so ashamed of myself. I knew I shouldn't have let him touch me, but I let him, and then he raped me. I'm so embarrassed, I don't know if I can talk to you at all about it.
Well, I suppose that's what I'm here for, so I might as well tell you everything that has happened right from the beginning. It's just so hard, I hope you will be patient with me. I'm not used to talking to strangers about my sex life, as scanty as it has been, and though I know that I must, because I feel so terrible about what happened, I know that I will become afraid and ashamed that it may take longer than usual.
It all started about a month ago. As usual, I walk home from school via a short-cut. I know I've been warned that it can be unsafe, but I never thought that anything would happen to me. Especially because I was sure I could trust this guy. He told me I could, and I believed him.
What happened was that I shouldn't have let him come near me, but how was I to know at the time that he wasn't who he said he was? I thought he was my uncle. He said so, and I have so many relatives that I just didn't realized that this man was no more related to me than the man in the moon.
This guy was standing in front of a parked car for several days running. Every time I came out of school, there he was, looking at all of the girls. I paid him no attention because I was going with Fred at the time, and I didn't even look at another male.
One day, I happened to walk right past him. I was going to go to the sweet shoppe to meet a couple of girls right after school. As soon as I walked in front of him, he stopped me and said, "Hi!"
"Hi," I replied and kept going.
"Excuse me," he said, not letting me continue to meet my friends, "but don't you remember me?"
I looked at him closely. Perhaps he was someone I knew and had just forgotten. I stared for a while and I said that-I didn't know who he was.
"Of course you remember me," he said. "Yes, it's been a long time since we've seen each other. I just wasn't sure it was you, that's why I was here for several days, just wanting to make sure."
I still didn't know who he was, but I was curious if I could have possibly met him once before. Perhaps he was a friend of my father's.
Just then, a couple of girls came out of the school, and said goodbye to me. I waved to them and returned to this man.
"You must be Francine," he said to me. At the time I was astounded that he knew my name. It never occurred to me that he had just heard it from the girls who had just come out of the school.
"Yes," I said. "Maybe I did meet you."
"I'm your Uncle Douglas."
"Uncle Douglas?"
"Yes, don't you remember?"
"I never knew I had an Uncle Douglas," I said.
"Of course you remember. Though maybe not. We haven't seen each other in a long time. I remember you when you were just knee high," he said.
Well, if he was my uncle, then I suppose I was glad to see him. We shook hands, and he asked me if I was going home.
"Well, not right away," I said. "I was going to meet some friends after school."
"Oh, that's too bad," he said, "because I thought we could talk about things, you know. It's been so long since I've seen you."
"Well, I guess it doesn't matter if I see them or not," I said. "I see those girls every day."
"Good," he replied. "Would you like to take a walk?"
"Sure," I replied, and he picked up my hand and held it as we walked. We walked towards the park. Well, it was such a nice day, that I thought it might be nice if we spent the afternoon outdoors.
"You sure have grown, Francine," he said. "I just can't believe it's you." I wondered why my parents had never mentioned Uncle Douglas. I was about to ask him, when I realized that perhaps he had been in jail or something and to bring up the subject now would be very awkward for both of us. I continued to walk with him.
"Yes, Francine," he said, "you are a most pretty girl." We walked into a large clearing in back of some trees. The grass looked so soft and green and both of us were a bit tired. We sat down and he started to tell me some story of my Aunt Agatha. Well, I had never heard of Aunt Agatha, but I went along with it. It sounded plausible at the time, and I didn't think to question it. My folks never mentioned her, but perhaps they didn't like them.
"So how old are you now?" he asked me, stroking my hand. Well, I thought he was my uncle.
"Sixteen," I replied.
"You look like a real young lady now. I remember when you were just a tiny tot. You were so cute then, I said to your father that you would sure grow up to be a stunning young woman, and I was right."
"Thank you," I said. I was slightly blushing, and he laughed when he saw my face turn red.
"You shouldn't be embarrassed because someone calls you attractive. I bet all the boys think you are just the prettiest girl in the whole school."
"I don't care what all the boys say," I said, "I only care what Fred says."
"Your latest?"
"Yes, and he's really a darling boy. We are going to be married someday."
"Well, congratulations," he said. "I am very happy for you." It was getting late, and I thought it would be good if I were to start getting home. I knew my mother would be expecting me, and I didn't want to upset her by being late.
"Well, I have to get home," I said, standing up. "It's late."
"Nonsense," said this man. "If your mother yells at you, I will tell her it is all my fault. Your mother is a very understanding woman." I realized that of course he must know my mother because she is indeed a very understanding woman.
"Well, just for another little bit," I said, sitting back down again, "but then I really must go. I have lots of homework to do."
"Sure," he said. "I wouldn't want to keep you from getting good grades. You ought to be able to get into a good college."
"Yes, I certainly do want to," I said. He seemed like a really nice fellow. When he started to stroke my arm, I thought nothing of it.
"Your skin is still as smooth as ever," he said. "You are really a very pretty girl, very pretty indeed." I blushed again. He continued to stroke my arm, but I thought that he was just being very fatherly to me. I know that my father sometimes strokes my arm, but my father has never fucked me, and I never dreamed that this nice man would soon be undressing me and climbing on top of me. Why I let him do it, I'll never know.
His hands started rubbing my shoulder. It.. .felt really good, and I started to rub his shoulder.
"That feels really nice," he said. "Your touch is wonderful. It's just like we used to do."
"Used to do?" I asked.
"Oh, don't you remember? Surely you remember the way we used to touch each other all over. You even said that you always wanted to do it with me. Of course you remember, Francine."
Well, I didn't remember, but I didn't want to admit it, so I said that I did remember. He smiled at me. "Shall we do it just the way we used to?" he asked.
"Of course," I said. I didn't want to admit that I had no idea of the way we used to do it, and so I let him start. He put his hands just slightly underneath my blouse, and when I backed away from him just a bit, he frowned.
"I thought you wanted to do it just the way we used to," he said. "If you don't want to, just say so."
"No, no, that's okay," I said. I felt terrible at hurting my "uncle." He continued to slide .his fingers underneath my blouse, and just to make things even, I started to caress his chest. He seemed to really like that, and I was pleased that I was making him happy.
His fingers crossed my breasts. "Oh, sorry," he said, "ray fingers just slipped. But you certainly are quite well developed for a girl your age."
"It's okay," I said. "I didn't mind." He began to tickle my breasts again. This time I knew it was deliberate, but for some funny reason, I let him do it. If that's what we used to do, I saw no harm in letting him do it again.
He started to caress my tits. Even though I realized that I should stop him, I just didn't. I had already offended him by not recognizing him, and I wanted to make sure that I didn't offend him again.
He noticed that my nipples began to get stiff and erect. He smiled as he toyed with my nipples, and then I did the same to him. I had never realized that a similar thing could happen to a man, and the more he touched my tits, the more I caressed and rubbed his chest.
His breathing became heavier. I felt his hand provide more pressure on my tits, and though I was feeling good, I somehow sensed that things had gone far enough, and I pulled back from him.
"Oh, you don't mean to get unfriendly now," he said, "do you?"
"No, Uncle Douglas," I said, "I'm sorry."
"Here," he said, "here is something for you to touch. I know that you will like to touch it very much."
I didn't know what he was talking about until he took hold of my hand and placed it on his fly. I screamed when I felt his huge stiff organ, and I tried to get away from him. I didn't care if he was my uncle, I wanted to get out of there.
He was much stronger than me, and he held my hand onto his crotch. I couldn't get away. I felt that huge thing right there, and he pressed my hand hard and I could feel both his shaft and his balls, and I had great forebodings of what he was going to do to me.
"Let me go!" I screamed. "Let me go or I will call the police!"
He laughed. "Call them," he said. "Go ahead and call them!" I was afraid that he would put his hand against ray mouth, but he didn't. I immediately started to call for help.
"Help! Police! Help! Rape! Help!" But there was no answer. He laughed. He knew that this spot was quite deserted, and that no one would come to my rescue.
I was completely terrified. I didn't know what to do next. I tried to get up and run, but he was so strong, that he actually hurt me pulling me back down again.
"That's no way to treat an uncle," he said. "We were just doing what we used to do."
"That's not true!" I yelled. "I never did that."
"Oh, but you did. You used to touch my cock and balls all the time,, and you always let me put my fingers inside your pussy. If I remember, you have the loveliest pussy I have ever seen. Your cunt is so soft and succulent. I want to slide my fingers into your pussy. I want to finger-fuck you, Francine. I'm going to finger-fuck you, just like we used to do."
He slid his fingers underneath my panties. I tried really hard to prevent him from doing this, but I was completely unsuccessful. I was writhing and trying to get away, but his hands began to remove my skirt and panties, and I knew that I was going to be fucked.
"Oh, Francine, baby, your pussy is so soft and sweet. I want to fuck you, baby! I want to slide my prick all the way up your sweet tender hole. Let me fuck you, Francine. Let me fuck you just like we always used to do."
"We never fucked!" I yelled. "We never did. I would never let a pig like you fuck me. You are too dirty for me! I hate you! I hate you!"
I started to bite him. He just laughed. I hit him, and he laughed even harder. I was going hysterical, and I just couldn't be calmed down.
"Now Francine, you know you are becoming wild. You will really regret it if you don't calm down. I'm going to fuck you, and there is nothing in the world that you can do about it. You will have to let me fuck you, and the sooner you realize that, the better off you will be."
"No!" I screamed. "No! No! No! You will never fuck me! Never! Never! Never!"
"We'll see about that!" he yelled, and he ripped off my clothes and then started to unzip his fly. His cock was huge. I became more terrified as I realized that he was going to put that big huge thing right into my pussy. I was sure it would really hurt and rip me apart.
"Relax!" he said, as he started to press his cock against my cunt hole. "Just relax, and you will feel really good. You will love it," he said. "You will love it, Francine."
I continued to struggle, but it was obviously doomed to failure. He was so much stronger than I was, that I knew that I would have to let him fuck me. I knew that his cock and balls would soon be pounding my hole.
"I'm telling you, Francine," he said, "that if my cock hurts you, it will be your own fault. You have just got to relax, baby! I won't hurt you if your pussy juices start flowing."
He was right. I knew that if I was stubborn and tried to resist him all the way, then my vagina would hurt me. I stopped fighting with him, and leaned back on the hard and cold ground, and let his slide his penis into my cunt.
"Oh, baby, that's much better. That's much, much better! Your pussy really feels good now. Your hole is so lovely and soft and juicy. I want to fuck you, baby! I am going to fuck you and make you feel really hot and good."
As his long hard spear penetrated my cunt hole, I slowly began to enjoy it. Can you imagine, doctor? I actually was enjoying getting fucked by the man who said he was my uncle.
"Oh, baby, your pussy is so tight! Your pussy is getting so juicy that my prick is going to explode. Oh, baby, your pussy is so sweet and juicy! I love it! I love it!"
I was really beginning to love it too. His cock was so large, and it was making my pussy hole feel really hot and good. I knew that I was going to be sorry for enjoying it so much, but at the time I couldn't help myself. I was getting fucked by this guy and his prick was driving me wild.
"Fuck me," I said softly. I was actually embarrassed to say it. I knew that he would gloat and feel this it was his cock that persuaded me to want to be fucked, and perhaps he was right. Perhaps I did want to get fucked just because he had a huge piece of meat and that was driving me completely crazy.
"I knew it," he said. "I knew that you would want to get fucked. Oh, Francine, baby, your hot cunt is so soft and yummy. I want to fuck you until your hot lubricants flow like a wild and raging river. I'm going to make your explode inside your sweet soft and wonderful body." He began to pump his penis harder and harder. My cunt juices were flowing faster and faster out of my slit, and as they oozed out and got my pussy hairs wet, I craved for him to fuck me harder. I couldn't believe what I was saying, but I knew at the time I wanted to be fucked as hard as I could.
"More!" I yelled. "More! I want more! Oh, please give it to me more! Shove it all the way into me! I want it! Oh, please I want it!"
His whole body was pressing hard into mine. I clasped my arms around his waist and I pulled him closer and closer towards me. I was begging for him to ram his prick meat all the way into my soft and tender hole.
"Oh, baby!" he cried. "I'm going to come! I'm going to shoot! I want to fill you up with my fucking hot cream! Take it, baby! Take my hot come and really get fucked!"
"Yes! Yes!" I cried. "Yes, fuck me! Shoot my cunt full of your ball juice! Make me happy, Uncle Douglas! Make me really happy!"
I felt hot gushes of creamy liquid spilling into my hole. I wanted it so badly. I wanted my vagina to feel the warmth of his sweet semen.
My cunt became hotter and hotter. I started to cry and writhe and I felt my clit driving me really wild. I knew that I was going to come, something I thought could only happen when Fred was fucking me. I had never achieved orgasm with any guy except Fred, and now this man, this man I called my Uncle Douglas was going to make me climax. I couldn't believe it. His prick was pounding me so hard, that my cunt was going to feel sweet joyous ecstasy.
As his sperm shot out of his dick, his balls' pounded and slapped against my cunt. I went wild. I was feeling sensations of pleasure that I had never felt before. It was the most wonderful thing in the world.
His semen mixed with my juices and poured out of my hole and dripped down the side of my body. I wanted more, and he was ready to give me more. I couldn't believe the wild ecstasy I felt when his penis ripped right through my pussy hole, and made me crave to be fucked over and over again. I was so lost in the power of his physical charms, that I completely forgot that I was being raped and that I had fought him in the beginning.
CONCLUSION
I realized that Francine's problem stemmed from guilt feelings about having enjoyed sex with someone other than her boyfriend, to whom she had apparently sworn fidelity. Though it wasn't her fault that she had gotten raped, she somehow felt that she shouldn't have enjoyed sex.
When I pointed out to her, that if she was going to be fucked, she might as well relax, since if she remained tense she could have seriously been hurt, she didn't think I knew what I was talking about. I told her that I wasn't condoning rape, quite the contrary. In fact, if the reader will refer to other parts of this book, I have made it perfectly clear what I thought ought to be done to rapist like this man.
Francine was convinced that she could never face Fred again, and though she told herself it was because his prick couldn't satisfy her anymore, I knew that it was because of the guilt she felt at having been raped and having enjoyed it.
Though I'm pleased to say that she ultimately did talk to her boyfriend about it, and as far as I know is still planning to marry him, I do wish that she hadn't interrupted her therapy. She had a lot of ground to cover with me over and above this particular incident of rape, and I only hope that she has sought treatment elsewhere, otherwise she is doomed to a very unhappy and guilt-ridden life with or without Fred.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
Subject: Catherine R. Age: Thirteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Catherine, or Cathy, as she preferred to be called, was a sprightly thirteen-year-old. She seemed to resent coming to see me, however, and it was all I could co to convince her that I was her friend, and not a "crazy doctor" who had come to put her away.
So many people have a false notion of people like me who only want to help others. I do not sneer at, or despise people who have problems in the area of sex, and I want very much for them to understand that my only concern is their happiness, not some arbitrary standard of what is or is not considered "moral."
Morality is subjective anyway, and what to one person is considered the height of depravity, others will consider common and right. I draw the line only where one person's notion is inflicted and forced upon another, and when sex, of whatever kind, is not done willingly by the people involved, such as rape. Rape, to me, is abhorrent, and I can never condone the forcible subjection of one person by another.
I was told I had to see you and here I am. My mother thinks I'm crazy, and I suppose so do you. You are all a-like. All you big people want to do is to yell and scold us. I told my mother that I didn't know that man was going to fuck me, and she says that I am only a child, and I don't know about people.
I suppose none of this makes any sense to you. Well, it does to me. What happened is that I am thirteen, and my mother still thinks I need a baby sitter when she goes out with my father. That is complete and utter nonsense, because I can take care of myself, and just because of one time, she thinks she can never leave me alone again.
It wasn't that it was so terrible. Oh, I hated it at the time, and I cried and cried, but now that I think about it, it wasn't so bad, and even while I was being fucked, there were moments, between my tears, that I enjoyed it.
My mother seems to think, that just because of one incident, I can no longer be on my own whenever they are out of the house.
I suppose I ought to tell you what happened. I had been having a baby sitter come and stay over on Saturday nights whenever my folks when out. Now, doctor, I ask you, I am thirteen. Do you think I need a baby sitter? I'm no baby, and my mother and father seem to think I still am.
They always had this woman, a Mrs. Welton, who is fat and ugly, come over on Saturday night to stay with me, and she is boring. She hates television, makes me go to bed at ten, and wouldn't let me raid the refrigerator. I really hated her.
Anyway, I yelled and screamed, and they finally let me stay home alone one evening. They had gone to the opera, to hear something or other sung very loud, and they said they wouldn't be home until very late.
I was really excited and I told all the neighbors that my parents finally thought enough of me to let me stay home alone.
Well, after they left, the first thing I did was to make myself four peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I just love peanut butter and jelly. Especially the crunchy kind. It's so much better than the creamy kind, don't you think so?
Anyway, I was on my third sandwich, which I was having with a big glass of milk, when the doorbell rang. I didn't know what to do. I know my mother said not to answer the bell unless I was expecting someone, but I had gotten really lonely, just sitting there all by myself, eating those peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. The one thing that Mrs. Welton did was talk to me, and I guess I did miss having a companion.
I thought I would call Linda. Linda is my best friend, but she was out with her parents. I sometimes go out with my parents, but this time they were going to the opera, and I hate opera. Don't you hate opera, doctor? All these people and fat ladies singing at the top of their lungs in some foreign language really makes me sick.
Anyway, I wanted someone to talk to, even if it was just a neighbor wanting to borrow a cup of flour or sugar or something.
"Who is it?" I called. I knew that much. I knew not to open the door until the person on the other side responded. If no one answered, I would know that it was a burglar or something.
"Could I come in please?" a man's voice asked.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Mr. Jones," he said. "I want to speak to the lady of the house."
"She's not in."
"Could I speak to you then?" he asked. "Your mother would want me to."
Well, if my mother would want it, I suppose there was no harm in letting him in. I opened the door, and this strange looking man came in.
"What do you want?" I asked, wondering now if I should have let him in.
"I'm selling encyclopedias," he said. "Would you like to buy one?"
"You will have to ask my mother," I said. "I can't afford to buy anything. They don't give me enough money for my allowance. I can't even go to the movies without having to ask for money."
"Oh, that's terrible," said the man. I knew I liked him.
"Yes, so I can't afford the encyclopedia."
"You can at least look at it," he said. "You seem old enough to know what you want, and if you want the books, you can tell your mother and she can buy it for you."
"That's fair enough," I said. I let him come all the way in, and he was carrying a book in his hand so I figured that it was all right.
He sat down on the living room sofa and I sat down next to him. He opened the book and told me that I would enjoy reading it.
I was eager to look. There were lots of pictures in it, and I love looking at pictures.
The first page that he opened to showed a picture of a naked man and a naked lady together. I giggled. "Oh, I'm sorry," he said. "I thought you were old enough to be able to look at pictures of people without laughing." He closed the book.
"I'm sorry, I won't laugh. Please open the book again." He did so. I realized that I shouldn't have giggled. I didn't mean to, and I know that naked people shouldn't be laughed at.
He turned to the same page, and I saw the picture again. Then he turned to another page. I gasped. I tried not to laugh.
The next page had a picture of the same man, but his thing, his dick was standing up straight. I don't think I had ever seen anything like it before.
I stared at it for a while, and when he wanted to turn the page, I wouldn't let him. I wanted to look at the picture some more.
"D-do men really look like that?" I asked.
"Sometimes," he said. I was confused. He turned the page, and there was the same man and the same woman, only this time, he was on top of her, and the picture showed him putting his dick into her vagina. I realized what they were doing, and I suddenly remembered what those books had told me about sex. That was why the man's dick was hard.
"I know that these pictures can embarrass you, but I thought that you were old enough to understand them."
"Oh, I do, I do," I said. I wasn't giggling anymore, and he turned the page. I saw the same two people, and the pictures were really strange. He was doing all sorts of things to her, and I thought that she must be getting hurt.
I asked him if the guy's dick hurt the girl. "No," he said. "It gives pleasure. The girls all like it when a guy puts his cock into their cunts."
I asked him if his prick looked like the one in the picture, and he said it did, but it was a little different. When I asked him how different, he stood up. "I'll show you," he said, as he started to unzip his fly.
I watched him as he took his cock and balls out of his pants. He was already stiff and I thought that his prick was even bigger than the one in the photograph.
"Oooh, I bet that would hurt a girl. I know it would hurt me," I said.
"No, it wouldn't hurt you at all," he said. "It would make you feel really good. I know it. I know that you would really love it if I were to stick my dick inside your hole."
I put my hand on it to see how it felt, and it was warm. I could feel his pulse inside his cock, and as I slowly rubbed it, he seemed to be sighing and groaning. I was enjoying touching his hard cock.
"That makes me feel really good," he said. "I know it would make you feel really good."
"Are you sure?" I asked. I didn't want to be hurt.
"Of course I'm sure," he said. "I'll tell you what, if you let me stick my cock inside your cunt and it hurts you even just a teensy bit, I will take it out, okay?"
I thought about it. I agreed, because I liked feeling good. I wanted to feel really good that night because it was the first time that my parents had let me stay home alone without a baby sitter.
"Well, if you really promise that if your cock hurts me, you will take it out of my pussy, then I'll let you do it," I said.
"Good," he replied. "Now let me take off your clothes and then we can do it."
"Take off my clothes?" I asked. "Couldn't you just slide it under my panties?"
"No," he said. "It will be much better if we are both nude. That way, the clothes won't get in our way. If we didn't take them all off, it will hurt a bit."
Well, I didn't want to get hurt, and so I let him take my clothes off. First he put his hands on my blouse and as he unbuttoned it, he slid his fingers onto my tits. I thought he was tickling me and I began to laugh.
"Big girls don't laugh," he said. I stopped giggling immediately. "That's better," he said as he started to massage and caress my nipples.
I wanted him to stick his prick inside my cunt right away, but he was busy doing other things first. He continued to massage and caress my tits and nipples, and then he ran his hands all over my body. My blouse was off, and he was removing my skirt, feeling my ass, and sliding his finger into my ass-crack. I knew I couldn't laugh, but it did tickle.
"You have a beautiful body," he said. "You have a really luscious and tempting body. I know that your cunt will really feel good when I stick my cock all the way into your hole. I am going to make you very happy, you are going to feel really good."
"I'm glad," I said, as he pulled down my panties. He began to touch my cunt lips. I was beginning to tingle and I wanted his cock inside me more and more. I couldn't wait until he decided he was ready to stick it in.
He bent down over me, and then started to kiss my tits. That really made me feel good.
That made my whole body feel wonderful.
I felt his tongue licking and sucking on my tits and I wanted him to do it to me all over. His tongue really felt good.
"Oooh, can you lick me on my belly?" I asked. "I like it when you lick me." It felt so good that I was pleased he had come over. I knew that what he told me about making my cunt feel good must be true.
"I am going to lick you all over before I put my prick into your hole," he said. "I am going to lick your tits and your ass and most of all, I am going to lick your cunt slit and it is going to make you feel better than you have ever felt in your life."
I couldn't wait for his tongue to slide into my vagina, and I spread my legs, so that he could fit his head down there. I can't tell you doctor, how wonderful it felt. I loved it. He was beginning to lick my cunt hole, and I wanted his tongue to go all over me.
"Do you like that?" he asked. "Do you like it when I lick and suck your cunt hole?"
"Oh, yes," I cried. "I love it. I love it! Keep licking my hole! Make me feel really good."
He pressed his mouth hard against my vagina. It was wonderful. I wanted his cock inside my slit, and I put my hands on it so my hands would feel good and warm.
He started to sweat and breathe heavily, and then he put me onto the sofa, so he could climb on top of me, just the way they were doing in the picture.
I felt his penis pressing against my cunt, and he started to spread my cunt lips with the tip of his dick. At first I loved the way it felt when his cock started to slide into my hole, but then as he really got to go in deeper, I felt great pain.
"No! No!" I cried. "Oh, Mr. Jones, please stop! Please don't do it! You promised! You said that you would take out your prick when it started to hurt and I want you to stop."
He ignored me, and I became frightened. It was hurting, and I wanted him to stop. He wouldn't stop. He kept sliding his meat into my hole.
Finally, I felt the pain subside, and I realized that he had stopped fucking me. "You ain't never been fucked before, am I right?" he asked.
"No," I said. "I never felt it before and I'm glad, because it hurts."
"It will only hurt for a moment," he said, and he started to press his prick against my hole again. I didn't want it and I started to scream and try to get away. He held me down on the sofa, and for the first time that evening, I was really afraid.
He rammed his cock into my hole. I screamed at the top of my lungs. The pain was intense. I had never felt such pain before.
Finally, with one final jab, he rammed my hole so hard, that I nearly fainted. It was a good thing that I didn't look down or I would have seen some blood, but then when he began to fuck my cunt harder, I realized "that the pain was disappearing, and I was feeling as good as he had promised I would feel.
"That's better," I said, as his dick started to slide in and out of my hole. "That feels much, much better."
"I told you it would," he said. "I told you it would feel better when I started to fuck you really hard. Your pussy is so soft and delicate. I love your sweet hot cunt."
I began to kiss him hard. His lips felt soft and warm, and he slid his tongue into my mouth and licked me from the inside. It tickled, and I was pleased once again that he started to fuck me.
I felt his huge round balls pounding against my cunt. They seemed to be hitting me harder and harder, and I realized that he was beginning to breathe really heavily. I knew that something was happening to my pussy, and it was only later that I realized that I was secreting a lot of liquid and it was oozing and dripping out of my pussy hole.
"Oh, baby!" he cried, "your pussy is making me really hot and hard. You have a great cunt, and I want to fuck you really hard."
"Yes!" I cried. "I want you to fuck me. It makes me feel so good! I want you to fuck me and I don't want you to ever stop! Fuck me as hard as you can!" I begged. "Please fuck me, and make me feel really good!"
I was crying now. His whole body was making me feel so good, that my tears started to flow. At first, when he saw them, he thought he was hurting me, and he scolded me for crying. When I told him that they were tears of joy, he smiled. "I knew I would make you feel really good. Aren't you glad that I am fucking you?"
His penis kept pounding me harder and harder. I indeed was glad that he was fucking me, and I told him so. I wanted his cock to be inside my cunt all the time.
He started to groan louder and louder. I wondered why, and when he told me he was going to come, I didn't understand what he meant.
"My cock is going to fill you up with some hot juice," he said. "I am going to shoot all of my semen into your sweet and delicate hole."
I didn't know how it would feel, but he assured me that it would feel just fine. I was eager to feel as good as I could, and I told him to fill me up with whatever it was that he wanted to.
Suddenly, his balls went wild, and his cock rammed my hole so hard, that I felt I would die. It seemed to be plunging all the way up my body, and I wondered just how far a cock could go inside my hole before it would have to stop.
"I'm coming!" he yelled. "Oh, baby, I'm coming! I'm shooting!" I felt something hot and wet coming out of his prick and he really went wild, pounding my body so hard, that he started to hurt me all over again.
But I was going wild also. My pussy was feeling so great, that I didn't even notice the pain. I just wanted more of that juice to fill up I my hole.
"More!" I cried. "Oh, Mr. Jones, I want your cock. I want it, Mr. Jones. Fuck me, Mr. Jones. Fu ck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
I was going insane. Everything he had told me was true. He had made me feel so much better. I had never felt so good as his prick spurted out his hot juice and it started to slide and ooze out of my cunt. It was the most wonderful experience of my life.
I told Cathy that her time was up, and she agreed immediately to return the next week. She still wanted to tell me a good deal of what happened later, and again she started to complain that her parents thought her a child. I knew that she was still a child, and I hoped that someday she would be able to grow up.
INTERVIEW TWO
Cathy returned and this time she was really furious at her parents. Apparently she had been caught finger-fucking herself and she was annoyed because she was going to be punished for doing it. Cathy wanted to know what was wrong with finger-fucking herself, and I knew that it probably wasn't the act so much as the fact that she confronted her parents with the desire to have wild sex with lots of men that made them think she needed treatment.
Cathy was in a lot of trouble, and I knew that it would be quite difficult to deal with her and understand her, and hopefully, to cure her.
Well, after Mr. Jones had finished fucking me, I thanked him for making me feel so good. I wanted him to come back and do it again. "I will buy your encyclopedia if you will come back and make me feel good again."
He promised to do so, and he got dressed and left. I was so pleased with what he had done to my pussy, that I started to play with my cunt, and I would stick candles and things into my hole because it felt almost as good as his penis did.
The next time my parents were out, I realized that Mr. Jones may come back. I don't know why he never showed up when my parents were in, but I figured that perhaps he knew them, and knew when they were out. I waited and waited for him, but he never came.
I got really impatient, and I started to play with the candle again. I started to slide it into my hole, and I was really getting to feel very good.
I pretended that it was Mr. Jones' cock and my pussy juices started to flow really wildly.
As I was crying out to be fucked, the doorbell rang. I eagerly awaited Mr. Jones, and when I opened the door and saw my mother and father, I gasped.
I had answered the door completely in the nude, and they were quite startled.
"Cathy!" screamed my mother. "What is the meaning of this? How dare you answer the door without any clothes on!"
"I thought it was someone else," I said.
"Who were you expecting?" they asked me.
"A friend."
"Who? You answer us this minute, young lady. You tell us right here and how who you were expecting."
I didn't answer but ran into the living room to get my candle. My father snatched it out of my hand. "What were you doing with this?" he demanded to know.
"It's mine! Give it back! I want it! Give it back to me!"
"What is going on here?" asked my mother. "What is going on here?"
"I want that candle," I shouted. "You give it to me! It's mine!"
"What were you doing with it?" my father asked.
I looked at him and told him. "I was putting it into my cunt," I said. "It was making me feel really good. I like sliding it into my cunt. I feel almost as good with it as I did when Mr. Jones fucked me."
"WHAT!! ! ! "
"Mr. Jones was here last Saturday night, and he fucked me. He came in and told me all about a set of books that had pictures of naked men and women and they were fucking. He asked me if he could do the same to me, because it would make me feel really good, and I let him."
"You did what?"
"I let Mr. Jones fuck me. His prick was so big and thick and then when he shot out this thick wet stuff, my cunt really felt good. I thought it was him coming back to fuck me again."
"You are crazy!" my father shouted. "Who was this Mr. Jones? Where does he live."
"I don't know."
"Of course you know. Who is he?"
"I don't know. I just want to be fucked. Would you fuck me, Daddy? Would you stick your prick into my hole?"
I started to finger-fuck myself. He started to run after me, but I ran into my room and bolted the door. I was going wild. My cunt was driving me crazy. I shoved my fingers into my cunt slit and I started to pretend that it was Mr. Jones' prick inside my hole and that he was fucking me really hard.
"Fuck me!" I cried. "Fuck me, oh, please fuck me! I want to feel your hard dick all the way inside my slit! Fuck me hard! Oh, please Mr. Jones, fuck me really hard!"
I was going wild. My cunt was on fire. I felt almost as good as I did when Mr. Jones was actually fucking me with his stiff and thick cock.
My father was furious. He was trying to beat down the door. I was going really wild with my fingers inside my vagina. It was making me feel so hot that my pussy juices were oozing and dripping faster and faster out of my slit. I wanted to be fucked. I wished that Mr. Jones were there with his long hard penis and that he was ramming it all the way into my slit.
Ramming my hole so hard, that I actually imagined Mr. Jones' big penis with his two huge hairy balls slapping my cunt. My juices were flowing faster and faster. I was in a state of wild ecstasy.
"Ram your dick into me!" I screamed. "Fuck me! Fuck my cunt with your big hairy prick!"
I was never so hot in my life. My juices went wild. There was something inside my vagina that was making me feel better than ever. I didn't know it, but I was having a wild orgasm.
Just as I was coming, and I was crying and screaming to be fucked as hard as possible, my father succeeded in ramming down my door.
He was furious. He pulled my fingers out of my cunt, and started to beat me until I was black and blue all over.
I couldn't understand it, and I started to cry. The more I cried, the more he beat me. I don't know why I couldn't feel good. I don't know why my father hates me so much he wouldn't let my cunt make me happy.
I really had been happy, doctor. When I was fucking myself with my fingers, and I started to squeeze and pinch my nipples and tits, I was the happiest person in the world.
Why did my father try to stop me? Why does he hate me so much? I love to finger-fuck myself. Oh, doctor, my cunt is now driving me wild. I must have cock. Please doctor, will you fuck me? You must have a really big cock. Please slide your penis into my cunt. Please fuck me, doctor! Please fuck me! Oh, my cunt is driving me wild!
CONCLUSION
I had to call the nurse in to help me control this girl. She had gone completely insane, and she was sliding her fingers in and out of her pussy begging for me to fuck her. Her cunt was quite hot and wet, and though I did feel some stirrings inside my pants, a fact which my nurse immediately noticed, I knew that I certainly couldn't take advantage of this troubled young girl. I knew that as much as she tempted me, I just could not yield to my desires.
It took quite some time before we calmed her down. She was quite far gone, and I don't know just what to do with her.
I have referred her to my colleague, Dr.
Hans Gebmann, a noted Viennese specialist in disorders of this type, and I only hope that he is able to help her better than I can.
She obviously is a very troubled and immature girl, and though she claims that her family hates her by denying her pleasure, they are only interested in her welfare, and they are doing everything possible to see that the best care is offered her.
To date, she is still in Dr. Gebmann's care, and though she does show some signs of progress, she still begs any man she sees to fuck her. This Mr. Jones really did a great deal of damage to such an innocent young girl, and I hope that he suffers for it in the afterlife, if he is not already doing so in this one.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
Subject: Barbara O. Age: Thirteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Barbara had really been through a traumatic experience, and she was very disheveled when she came into my office. She didn't have an appointment, and when I heard the nurse trying to calm the girl down on the telephone, I immediately told the nurse that I would see the girl right away.
Barbara rushed into my office, and broke down and cried for a good ten minutes. She had heard of me because her older sister had been one of my patients several years ago, and I had cured that girl of nymphomania.
Barbara was sure she was a nymphomaniac also, and she begged for my assistance. I promised her that I would do what I could, but that I would need her help. When I asked her why she thought she was a nymphomaniac, she said it was because she wanted cock, but I learned later, that she had been fucked only once, and even though she said she enjoyed it, and wanted it again, I knew that this was only a defense against her feelings of guilt.
Barbara had been forcibly raped and she felt that it was her own fault. Of course it wasn't, but that is not an easy thing to convince a young girl.
I loved it, doctor! I loved it! When he rammed his penis into my hole, I just went wild with delight! Forgive me, doctor, I know it's wrong, but I can't help it. I wanted his huge body to be next to mine all the time.
I must tell you how it all happened. It happened twice. I wanted it even more the second time. I loved his prick and balls, doctor. I must have it again, and I know I shouldn't. Oh, I'm so upset. Why do I want to be fucked?
When you saw my sister Alicia a few years ago, you told her that it was all right to have sex with men as long as they didn't force themselves on her, but this guy made me suck his prick and get fucked, and I loved it. I didn't want to do it at first, but he just drove me so wild, that I had to do it again and again.
I just don't know what to do. Alicia made me call you. I must talk to you. I just must.
What happened is that my mother was out when he came over. He is so handsome and his body just drives me wild!
I shouldn't be telling you this, because not even Alicia knows, and my mother doesn't know that I know, but the milkman and my mother are having an affair.
You might be wondering what all this has to do with me, but it was the milkman who fucked me. I know it sounds strange and corny, but it's true. You must believe me, it is true.
You see, one afternoon, I came home from school early. There had been a fire drill, and since it was so late, the principal decided to let us out at two-thirty, rather than at three. Well, I went right home, and when I-got there, I heard noises in my mother's bedroom.
I tiptoed up, not knowing what I would find. The door was opened just a crack, and I peeked in and saw this guy. He looked very familiar, and only later did I realize it was the milkman.
He was naked and so was my mother, and I saw him put his penis inside her hole. His cock was ramming her cunt harder and harder, and I saw him when he went wild and spurted out his thick cream into her pussy.
No one had ever done that to me, though I knew what he was doing because I had read lots of books on sex. My mother had gotten some of them from the library, and my friend Tracy has a whole collection of pictures of boys and girls fucking. She says they belong to her brother Frank who is in the Army, but I don't know.
Any way, I knew that this man was fucking my mother, and I watched for a long while, and I began to feel itchy inside my pussy.
When I realized that they were finished, I tiptoed back down into the kitchen, and poured myself a glass of milk, and had some cookies. I didn't want them to know that I had been looking at them.
The milkman came downstairs first, and when he saw me in the kitchen he winked at me. "Just collecting the bill," he said. He looked at me up and down, and I smiled back at him. He looked so sexy standing there in his blue jeans and T-shirt.
My mother followed shortly. "Barbara! You are home early, aren't you?"
"I just walked in the door," I said. "We had a fire drill about five minutes before we were supposed to be let out, so we all just went home."
It was-a lie, but only a slight variation on the truth. Apparently she believed me, because she then offered me some more cookies. Nothing else was said, and then my mother went into the living room to get her purse so she could pay the milkman.
The milkman again winked at me. I knew that he liked me. I liked him. He was so cute, and I like cute boys. He couldn't have been more than twenty. He was young, and really good looking.
"Oh, dear," said my mother as she came back into the kitchen, "I don't have any money with me. I'm so sorry. Could you come back another time?"
"Well, ma'am, I could come back tomorrow, but that's the only day until next week. I'm going to be pretty busy all week." My mother frowned.
"I can't be here tomorrow," she said. "The Ladies' Auxiliary is having their meeting tomorrow. I promised that I would be there to set up the punch."
"I'll be here tomorrow," I volunteered. "You leave me the money, and then I will pay him."
"Oh, that's a good idea," said my mother.
"Yes, I'll be back tomorrow," said the milkman. He winked at me a third time, and he left.
"I'm so glad that he is understanding about things like this," said my mother. "Some other milkmen would just stop delivering the milk, and I wouldn't like that."
"Neither would I," I said, "because then I couldn't have my milk and cookies whenever I came home from school."
I looked forward to the next day, because I wanted to see the milkman again. He really was cute. At the time, I had no idea of what he wanted, but I just thought he liked me, and was always nice to young girls.
My mother left the money in her bureau drawer, and when I came home, I got it and waited for the milkman. He arrived shortly after I got home.
"Hello," he said after he knocked on the back door. I looked at him up and down. He was so handsome. He seemed to be eyeing me, and I was pleased that he liked the way I looked.
"Come on in," I said. "I have the money for you." I knew that I should give it to him right away, but I didn't do so, because I wanted to sit with him and look into his dreamy eyes. He had the dreamiest eyes I had ever seen.
He came into the living room with me and sat down. I was pleased that he didn't ask me again for the money and immediately leave.
"Do you want a glass of milk?" I asked him.
He laughed.
"God no!" he replied. "I sell it. I don't drink it."
"Well, then what would you like?" I asked him. I didn't know that the milkman didn't drink milk. I would have thought that he would drink more than anyone since it was free.
"What have you got?" he asked.
"Uh, I don't know. My father has liquor, but he would kill me if he knew I took some out of the cupboard."
"Where is the cupboard?" he asked. "I'll take it out and then he won't kill you."
That sounded logical to me, and I fetched him a drink. I didn't know how to make it, so he just poured a couple of things into a glass and started to drink it.
"Ann, that feels good," he said. I was pleased that he liked it. I wanted to make him happy.
He seemed to move closer to me on the sofa. I looked at him, and I knew that I would do anything he asked me to. He was really cute, and I wanted to be with him.
He picked up my hand and he held it tight. It really felt good, and when he drew my hand over to his chest, I started to rub it, just like I did with Daddy when we were kidding around.
He moved my hand down his body. I loved the way it felt, and then he put my hand onto his lap. I felt something stiff and hard underneath his pants. At first I didn't know what it was, but then I realized that it must be his penis. I knew that boys sometimes had hard penises, and I realized what he was doing.
"Uh, I don't want to touch you there," I said. I really did, but I felt that I shouldn't do it. I had never touched a boy with a hard penis before.
"Why not?" he asked. "Are you afraid."
"No, of course not. I'm not afraid of anything."
"Then why don't you want to put your hand on my lap? What do you think is there? A giant lizard with teeth?"
I laughed. "No," I said. "I guess it is your penis. I have never touched one before."
"That's exactly what is there," he said. "My cock is underneath my pants, and if you have never touched one, then you are in for a real treat."
"But I don't think I should," I said. "Why not."
"I don't know."
"Well, then let me tell you that it will make you feel really good. Here, come and put your hands just slightly lower down. There now, what do you feel?"
"Something soft and roundish like."
"My balls. You are putting your hand on my balls. Now put your hand all over my fly. Feel my cock and balls. Now doesn't that feel good?"
"Y-yes," I stammered, "it does feel good."
"It will feel better if you were to unzip my fly, and then felt my cock and balls. You could feel it even more. It will make your whole body tingle with excitement."
"Should I?"
"Of course," he said. "I wouldn't tell you to do it if I didn't think you would like it."
"Well, okay," I said. I began to unzip his fly. As soon as it had gone down all the way, his enormous prick sprung up at me. I jumped. He laughed.
"You've really never seen a cock before?" h e asked.
"Well, I've seen pictures of cocks, and I've seen my daddy naked, but I have never been so close to a really big stiff one before."
"Put your hands all over it," he said. "You will love the way it feels." I did so, and he was right. It felt so good. I just wanted to rub it more and more. He leaned back and let me play with his cock and balls.
"Now it's my turn," he said. I let go of his penis thinking that he wanted to rub his own cock and balls, but that wasn't what he meant. "No," he said, "I want to feel what you have between your pretty legs."
"I don't have a cock," I said. He laughed again. I wondered what I had said that was so funny.
"I know you don't," he said. "If you did, I wouldn't be interested. I know what you have, and that is what I want to touch."
"I don't think you should," I said. No man, except Dr. Spitz had ever touched me there before.
"Why not?"
"Because that is private," I said.
"Well, so is my penis, but you touched it," he said. "If you can touch my prick, I can touch your cunt."
"My father wouldn't like it," I said.
"He's not here. Now don't be stubborn. I want to touch your pussy. I want to slide my fingers inside your hole."
"No," I said. "I don't want you to do it."
"Yes," he said. He immediately reached underneath my skirt, and began to press his fingers against my panties. I squirmed, and tried to get away, but I couldn't. I was beginning to panic now. I didn't want him to touch me at all.
"Please don't touch me there," I said as I felt him beginning to slide his fingers into my cunt. "I don't want you to touch my pussy."
"I want to," he said. "I want to touch you all over. You have such a nice pussy. My prick is getting really hard because you have such a nice pussy."
I looked at his cock. It was throbbing and pulsating, and I felt that he was going to want to fuck me. I had never been fucked, and I was afraid of feeling his penis inside my cunt.
"You are so beautiful," he said. "You are really luscious and I want to feel your legs wrapped around me."
I tried to resist, but he was getting hotter and hotter. I knew that he wanted to fuck me, and I tried to get up and go away, but he held onto me.
"I want to shove my prick into your sweet pussy, Barbara," he said. "I want to fuck you. My prick is so hard and I have to have your cunt."
"No, please don't," I said, but he wouldn't believe that I didn't want him to fuck me. He just laughed again, and immediately climbed on top of me, and he started to slide his cock into my hole.
It really began to hurt. I started to cry, and then he quickly jabbed his prick hard into me and I felt a really hot burst of pain.
I screamed. He ignored me. I couldn't understand why he wouldn't stop fucking me, but as his penis kept pounding my hole harder and harder, I suddenly began to feel the same tingle I had felt when he had been fucking my mother and I was watching.
My vagina started to feel hot and juicy. I didn't know what was happening, but all I knew was that I was feeling really good. I loved it. His prick really made my cunt so hot and wet, that I started to beg for him to fuck me even harder.
I had hated it when he forced his penis into me, but now that his cock was sliding in and out of my greasy wet slit, I craved for his sexy body to fuck me harder.
"Please do it harder!" I begged. "I want you to fuck me as hard as you can!" His balls were banging against my hole. I went wild. I put my hands around his balls and I squeezed them as hard as I could.
He let out a shout and I guess I may have hurt him, but he continued to slide his dong deeper and deeper into my juicing hole.
My pussy lubricants were really going wild. I felt them oozing out of my vagina. It was the most wonderful feeling in the whole world. My whole body felt hot and wet and wild. I couldn't believe that this sexy man could be making me feel so good.
"How do you like getting fucked?" he asked me. "I bet your pussy is making you feel really good right now."
"It is! It is!" I screamed. "Please fuck me harder! Your balls feel so good! I want to squeeze your balls and feel your cock sliding in and out of my hole!"
He went wild as I squeezed his balls really hard. I couldn't control myself anymore. I went completely wild also. I was writhing and shaking on the sofa, and I begged for him to press his penis into me as hard as he could.
I felt him beginning to tremble, and I realized that he was going to shoot out his hot liquid into my craving body right away. He was going to come. I had never before felt a man's hot juice pouring into my pussy, but as soon as he shot his load, I knew that I would have to have it done to me over and over again.
"More!" I cried. "More! More!" I loved it. His body shook violently as his prick burst open with his hot semen. It poured thick white creamy waves of hot sperm into my cunt, and I wanted it all. I pressed him close to me, and made sure that his fucked his whole load of cream into my juicy slit.
His sperm got my young pussy hairs all wet. I loved the way it smelled on my cunt, and I wanted to lick it up with my fingers. I wanted to taste his juice.
"I'm going to give you some to taste," he said. "I'm going to give you a lot of jism to taste."
"I want it," I said. "I want to drink your hot cream."
He started to take his penis out of my cunt slit, and it was still hard. His cock was so beautiful to look at. It was really thick and stiff, and I started to play with his balls.
He put his mouth at my cunt, and his tongue made me feel really good inside. I felt his tongue enter the same hole that his prick had been in, and I wanted to lick his meat.
"I want to taste your cock," I said as he kept sucking out my pussy hole. "I want to suck your dick."
"That's what you are going to do," he said. "I want you to eat my prick and balls. I want you to suck my cock, Barbara. I love getting my cock sucked."
He turned around so that he could continue sucking on my pussy juices while I was able to take his penis into my mouth.
At first, it felt funny, and I didn't want to take it all the way in, but he forced his hard shaft all the way into my mouth, and I started to suck really hard on it. I wanted to eat his prick and balls now, and as he sucked my cunt, I licked and licked his hard spear.
"Suck that fucking cock!" he screamed. "Suck me off, baby! Suck it! Suck it! Eat my hot and hairy balls!"
I put my tongue all over his penis. His long hard shaft really felt good, though when he rammed it all the way down my throat, I thought I would gag on it.
His balls made my mouth feel funny. I got hairs stuck in my teeth, and I had to pick them out. His hard long piece of cock meat was fucking my face as fast as it had been fucking my pussy a moment before. I was going wild. I felt his tongue inside my pussy hole, and I couldn't get enough of his hard masculine body.
"Suck that cock, baby!" he screamed. "Suck it! Suck it! Suck me off!" His balls started to bang on my chin after I stopped licking them and just tongued his shaft. He was going to shoot some more of his juice into me, and I really wanted to taste it. I just loved come. I had never before tasted it, but I knew now that I would always have to have some hot juice inside my mouth.
His prick started to go really wild as he pounded my face harder and harder. He was going to shoot his come.
"Eat me!" he yelled. "Eat me! Eat me! Oh, baby, I'm going to fill your mouth up! I'm going to fill your fucking hot mouth up with my cream!"
His scum poured out of his cock and I tasted the thick white jets of foam as it poured and flowed into me. I loved it. Oh, doctor, I can't tell you how much I loved it. I don't know what I like more, getting fucked, or sucking cock.
Please let me suck cock, doctor. I know that I shouldn't be doing it, but I love it. I love it when a guy fucks me, and when he lets me eat his penis. Please let me do it. Don't tell me that I am crazy because I love to suck and get fucked.
After Alicia saw you for a while, she stopped allowing guys to fuck her vagina, and I don't want you to do that to me. I want to be able to suck as many guys as I want. Even the milkman wants to fuck me again, and I will let him stick his penis into me as much as he wants. I want to be fucked, doctor! I must have cock! I just must!
CONCLUSION
The nature of sex, and just because it gave her momentary pleasure she thought that she had a right to go out and let guys fuck her and give her their cocks to suck.
Barbara didn't really understand what she was doing. She was too young, and the milkman certainly could be held responsible for corrupting the morals of a minor.
While I don't believe that all young girls need be chaste until they reach twenty-one, I do feel that certain girls are too young and Barbara was one of them. She was in serious trouble now, and I knew that she would just go on being a nymphomaniac as long as she lives in the state where she lives only for the chance to offer her sweetly innocent young pussy to any guy who wanted to stick his prick in it.
Barbara is still under my care, and I cannot give a final report on her. She still wants sex, and she has propositioned me a number of times, saying that she knows I want to put my own penis into her. She obviously needs a lot more help before she can be considered cured. Unfortunately, the milkman has disappeared, and there is no chance that he will be apprehended and put in jail where he belongs.
CASE HISTORY SEVEN
Subject: Roberta A. Age: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Roberta was a very confused girl. She wasn't sure whether she should come to me or not, and to tell the truth, I didn't think she needed assistance, because she struck me as quite mature. However, she had decided to tell someone about her experience when she was raped, and I agreed to take the time and allow her to resolve her own feelings about it.
Roberta knew that what had happened was wrong, though I know that being raped did not leave her with any traumatic scars, as is so often the case.
I wish I had the kind of mother to whom I could talk about these things, but I guess I don't. I know that some mothers would be sympathetic and understanding, but my mother doesn't really care what happens to me so long as I fulfill her notions of an ideal and well-bred young lady.
How could I tell her I had been raped? She would immediately react with shock and disgust, and though she would tell me that it wasn't my fault, deep down I know that she would take it out on me, and that would damage our already fragile relationship.
Mother just cannot understand these things, let alone Father, and that is why I need to talk to you about it.
I suppose you are thinking that I have been really traumatized by this, and that my whole life is going to be affected by it, but I don't think so. Oh, it was quite shocking when it happened, and I was very upset, but I think I'm over most of it now, though I will find out if that is true when I tell you what happened and have to relive the experience myself.
Mr. Stevenson was just not the kind of man I would have thought capable of rape. Of course, his wife had left him just the month before, and perhaps he still had to prove himself a man. I don't really wish to speculate on his needs to rape me, but I couldn't ever picture him as a man who had violent tendencies.
Mr. Stevenson is my friend Albert Stevenson's father. Albert, or Al as I call him, is a very close friend of mine. We're not engaged or even going steady, though Al has fucked me a number of times. Al is a guy I like to spend some time with, and we study together as he is in several of my classes, and we frequently go to the movies.
I had made a date, or rather just an appointment with Al to go over our history lessons. We were going to have our final examination in a week, and both of us wanted to do quite well on it. I phoned Al and he told me to come over that day at four.
Well, when I got there, Mr. Stevenson opened the door. I was surprised to see him, because I know that he works, and I said hello, and asked to see Al.
"Al isn't here," he said.
"Oh?" I was quite surprised. I had made this time available for him because he said that he would be home. "Where is he?"
"He had to run on an errand for me," said Al's father. "He'll be back shortly." I decided to wait, though had I known that Al wouldn't return until six-thirty, I would have gone on home and come back in the evening.
"I hope it won't take too long," I said, sitting myself down in one of their easy chairs. "I really do want to study for this test."
"He'll be back in a little while," said Mr. Stevenson. "Can I get you something? A drink, perhaps, or coffee?"
"Coffee will be fine," I said. I didn't want to start drinking so early in the day. My parents don't even like it if I have even so much as a glass of wine at any time.
He went into the kitchen and returned a few minutes later with two cups of coffee. I had suspected, though I didn't know until later, that he had laced his coffee with gin.
Both of us drank several cups of coffee and it was then that I began to suspect that Mr. Stevenson had put alcohol in his.
He was getting more and more drunk. I began to smell the gin on his breath, and I wanted Al to return as soon as possible.
"So, you are Roberta," he said.
"Yes." I didn't know what to say to this man. He was really beginning to reek of alcohol, and if I could have gotten up tactfully and gone home, I would have done so, but I was afraid of embarrassing the father of a good friend of mine.
He kept peering at me, and though I wasn't sure at the time I thought he kept trying to look inside my blouse and under my skirt. The way he moved every time I did convinced me that there was something funny going on, and I wanted no part of it.
"Are you sure Al is coming right back?" I asked him.
"Sure I'm sure. I wouldn't lie to you, would I? Well, would I?"
How could I answer that except by saying that I knew he wouldn't lie to me? I had a strange feeling that Al wasn't going to return for some time, but what else could I do but stay there and wait for him?
"Al-likes you," he said suddenly.
"I like Al," I said, trying to smile and remain calm. The man was getting to be very obnoxious, and I really was beginning to dis-like him.
"Al-likes you very much," he said, moving closer to me. "Do you know that Al-likes you very much?"
"Yes, and I like Al very much."
"I know you like Al very much," he said. "I know that because I know what you and he have done together."
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"Let me put it more bluntly," he said. "You put out for him. Don't deny it, I know that you let him fuck you."
"Mr. Stevenson!" I was absolutely shocked. No man had ever spoken to me like that before.
"Come off your high horse, sweetie," he said. "I know that Al has fucked you, and I can see why he-likes to fuck you. I bet your pussy is as sweet as your face."
"I don't have to put up with this," I said indignantly, "I don't have to it here and listen to you rant and rave."
"Oh, yes you do," he said, getting up in front of me and running to the door. "You certainly are going to have to stay here and not only listen to me. You are going to have to do more than listen to me."
I suddenly saw him bolt the door. I started to panic. What was he going to do to me, kill me? I had visions of him pulling a knife on me because he may have thought that I corrupted his son or something.
"Now you are going to have to stay here and listen to whatever I tell you," he said. "You are going to have to sit down, and let me whisper things into your ear."
"What things?" I asked.
"Things like this," he said as he put his mouth to my ear. I backed away, but not before he started to lick my ear. "You have a very pretty ear," he said. "I want to lick your ear and taste you all over."
"Mr. Stevenson, please let me out of here. I came here to see Al, and I don't want to stay here alone with you a moment longer,"
"You will have to, my pretty," he said. "You will have to stay here because there are lots more things that I will want to say to you."
"No. I'm leaving. Don't stand in my way. I'm going home. You can tell your son that I went home."
"You are going nowhere," he said. "Sit down before I throw you down." He came towards me and pushed me down onto the floor. "See? That's what happens to girls who don't obey me. Now I will have to start playing rough with you."
"Leave me ?lone!" I cried. "I hate you! I hate you!"
"You will love me when I am through with you," he said. "I'm going to do to you just what you let Al do to you. I am going to fuck you, Roberta. I am going to fuck you until my hot prick juice spurts out of my cock and fills up your creamy sweet cunt."
"No!" I screamed. "No, you mustn't do that. You simply mustn't."
"Oh, we'll see about that," he said with a sneer. "Well see who must do what to whom."
He threw me down again on the floor after I tried to get up, and he pressed his hands against my tits. I screamed, but he only laughed at me. I should have realized that no one would hear me.
"I'm going to fuck you, Roberta, baby! I'm going to shove my big thick prick all the way into your creamy hot cunt. I bet your pussy is really juicy, baby! I bet your fucking hot hole is so juicy, that my cock will slide in and out so easily. I want to fuck you, and there is nothing you can do to stop me."
"No! No! NO!" I screamed. He only laughed at me, and he put his hands underneath my blouse and bra, and started to squeeze my tits. I tried to bite his hand, but I couldn't do it. He was massaging my nipples, and they were getting hard and stiff in spite of myself.
"Oh, baby, your tits are such a turn-on. I love your tits. Let me see them. Take off your blouse and your bra."
"No," I said. "I will do no such thing."
"Then I will have to rip them off," he said. "I'm going to tear off your clothes and then I will lick and suck on your nipples and tits. You are a very luscious girl. No wonder that Al loves to stick his prick into you."
I knew that if I didn't remove my clothes he would Tip them, and I started to unbutton my blouse, but I wasn't doing it fast enough for him, and he began to rip off my clothes anyway. I became quite hysterical, but Mr. Stevenson didn't care one whit.
"Oh, baby," he said when he was massaging my tits, "you have the sweetest and tenderest pair of tits that I've ever seen. You are luscious, my pretty little girl, and I'm going to suck and lick you all over."
I tried to resist, but it was a futile attempt. His tongue started to cover my whole body, and I felt his hot lips sucking on my tits, and working their way down to other parts of my body.
"Mmmmm, you really taste good. I'm going to taste you from the inside now."
His tongue worked its way down to my belly. He slid his hands underneath my skirt, and pressed down onto my cunt. "Your pussy is getting wet," he said. "I can tell because your panties are already wet."
"They are not," I said. I didn't want to encourage him. I hoped that perhaps at the last minute he would change his mind and not fuck me.
"Oh, yes your panties are sopping wet. Your sweet cunt is releasing all of your hot juices. I really want to press my prick meat right into your yummy cunt hole. I am going to fuck you, Roberta, and I'm going to find out just what it is that turns my son on so much."
I couldn't move. I tried to get up, but he placed his hands onto my arms and held me down on the floor. I screamed even louder, but it was to no avail. My body was heating up despite myself. I knew that my cunt was getting wet, and I wished that there could be some way of disguising that fact.
Mr. Stevenson buried his head on my cunt after he took down my skirt. He removed my panties very gently with his teeth clamping onto the elastic. He pressed his lips onto my pussy hairs, and I felt his tongue slowly entering my juicing vaginal hole.
"You taste really good," he said as he started to suck out my cunt. "You really taste good, Roberta, and I'm going to suck you out so much that you won't have any more juices for me. You will run dry, Roberta. You will really love it as I suck you out with my tongue before I slide my penis deep into your hole.
"Oh, please don't hurt me!" I begged. "Please don't hurt me!" He stopped briefly.
"I won't hurt you," he said. "All I am going to do is to make you feel really good. I am going to make you feel so good when I fuck your sweet and juicy warm cunt."
His penis was getting quite hard, and he put my hand onto his fly. I could feel his large meat getting even larger. I wanted to touch him now, the same way that he had touched me. I wanted to suck his prick.
I couldn't believe what he was doing to me. I was sure I would be hating it, but I was wrong. I loved it. I loved it now that he was sucking out my hole, and he realized this when my juices started to flow so wildly, that I thought he might even drown in them.
"I want it," I said, meaning that I wanted to suck his cock but he thought that I meant that I wanted to be fucked.
"I know you want it," he told me, and I'm going to give it to you. I'm going to shove my big prick all the way up your fucking hot hole. You are going to love it, baby! Your sweet pussy juices will flow wildly all over my hot and thick cock."
Without wasting a single moment, he pressed his hardened penis onto my pussy lips. He forced me to spread my legs, and he slammed his dick all the way in. I screamed. Even though my vagina was really hot and juicy, the force with which he rammed my hole made it hurt a great deal, and the more he started to pound his prick into me, the more it hurt.
"Take it out!" I yelled. "Oh, please Mr. Stevenson, take it out!" I was starting to cry, but do you think he cared? No, he didn't care. All he wanted was his hot pleasure from my body, and his thing kept pumping harder and harder into me. His balls were banging against my cunt, and my pussy was getting more and more sore by the minute.
"Oh, baby, your sweet pussy feels so good. I love fucking your cunt. Your hot syrups are flowing, baby, and I love it. Don't you love it too?"
"No," I replied, but that wasn't the complete truth. I did enjoy getting fucked. His prick was so much bigger and thicker than Al's cock, and it was pleasing me a good deal more. I was really getting hot and juicy with his dong pounding my hole back and forth.
He started to lick my tits again, and this time I went crazy with desire. I wanted him to swallow up my whole body. I wanted to be part of him, and I knew that his hot tongue would send me into the wildest and sweetest of ecstasy.
"Fuck me!" I cried. I was really enjoying it now. I wanted his prick rammed up my hole, and the harder he fucked me, the harder I wanted him to. I wanted that thick stiff cock. His balls were making me go crazy. I put my hands on his hairy balls, and I squeezed them, trying to make his juice flow out of his cock and fill up my hole with his semen.
"Oh, baby, I'm really giving it to you. I'm filling up your fucking hot hole with my big fat cock. You turn me on, baby! You really turn me on!"
My ass was pounding the floor harder and harder. I knew that I would have a sore ass afterwards, but at the moment I didn't care. All I wanted was for this big man to fuck me, and he was doing it so well, I wouldn't ever want him to stop.
"More!" I cried. "I want more! I want you to fuck me harder! Ram it all the way in! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me! Fu ck me!"
My nipples were really hard and stiff, and he gave them tender little bites. It drove me wild, and I could feel a fire building inside my cunt hole. I wanted him to consume me. My vagina was oozing out my syrups, and my cunt hairs were becoming sopping wet. I couldn't stop moaning and groaning, and the more cock he gave me, the more I wanted.
His body started to shake violently. I knew that his balls were ready to release a flood of hot come into me. I wanted it. I squeezed his balls even harder, and this time it produced the effect that I wanted. I was really going wild as he started to shoot his hot load of semen into my oozing and boiling vaginal hole.
"Get fucked!" he yelled, as his prick exploded and sent forth bursts of hot thick goo. My cunt was overflowing. My clit was driving me mad. I pressed my body upwards towards him so that his meat could penetrate my hole all the way. My slit was on fire, and his juice was making it hotter. I couldn't stop shouting and writhing on the floor as his hot cock smashed into my ripe and boiling over pussy.
Roberta was beginning to get agitated now, and I realized that I would have to stop her. I didn't want her to get so carried away, that she would either break down or demand to be fucked. That was a very common problem with young girls who were telling me of how they got raped. Her hands were at her crotch, and I had to stop her before she got carried away.
She realized that things were getting a bit out of hand, and she agreed to come in the next day and continue. Her problem was not as superficial as I had first speculated.
INTERVIEW TWO
She returned and again she was as calm as a cucumber. Apparently the night's rest that she got did her some good. She was eager to continue telling me what happened to her, because she had not yet gotten to the point where her friend Al walked in.
Al was someone that she cared a great deal about, and she was quite upset that he would be very hurt by what he saw. It seemed to me that Roberta was placing a great deal of emphasis on Al's reaction to her only because she couldn't yet face her own feelings at the moment.
I think I left off just after Mr. Stevenson had come inside my vagina. Yes, that's what we were up to yesterday, but that's not all that happened. I remember feeling rather good. I hadn't expected to, and for a long time I denied that I felt good at all at what had happened, but I really did enjoy it. I don't know why it was so, but because his cock really filled up my pussy, it made me really come wildly.
The explosion that I felt inside my cunt had driven me so wild, that I thought it was the end of the world. My body seemed as if it was reaching a temperature of a thousand degrees. His hot jism filled me up so much, that it started to flow out of my cunt, and it felt as if it were a burning river dripping down my side.
"You loved it, didn't you?" he asked me with a grin on his face. I suddenly became uptight. I don't know why I objected to his knowing that I liked it, but as soon as he told me I enjoyed it, I started to deny it.
"Not really," I said. "I mean it was all right, but your cock was too big."
"Nan, you loved it," he said. "I know I did. Gosh, you really have a beautiful pussy. It's so hot and wet that my cock feels great inside it. I would love to fuck you again, baby! I would really love to slide my dick all the way inside your hole!"
"Please, once is enough," I said. I was about to get up and get dressed. I felt sure that Mr. Stevenson would finally let me go because now that he had gotten from me what he wanted, he no longer had any reason to keep me there.
"Once is not enough," he said. "I have tasted only your pussy. There is more to you than that. I want to taste your asshole and your mouth. I want to fuck you up the ass, and I want you to eat my prick."
"No!" I said. "You've gotten enough from me. You have done enough to me to last you a lifetime. I don't want you to fuck me ever again!"
This was certainly the wrong thing to say, because as soon as I said it, it made his prick hard again. Apparently he was the kind of man to whom a challenge couldn't go unmet. He was told he would never fuck me again, and that meant he would do just that and right now.
"Okay, Roberta," he said, "you think I won't fuck you again? Well you are wrong. I'm going to fuck you, and you are going to really feel good all over again."
This time I started to scream really loud. He tried to stop me, but all of a sudden the door opened. Though it had been locked, someone, else had a key.
"Al!" I screamed Mr. Stevenson seemed quite surprised. "Al! Help me!"
Al was motionless. He just stood there as his father started to press his prick into my cunt again. I couldn't believe that my friend was not coming to my rescue.
"Father!" Al finally shouted. "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like?" he said. "I'm fucking Roberta. God, she has a luscious cunt. I know why you have talked about her so much. You love to fuck her, that's why you like her. Her pussy is so juicy and luscious. I really am going to fuck her over and over again."
Al came over to us. I was sure that he was going to hit his father and protect my honor. Imagine my surprise and horror when he came over to us, and started rubbing his crotch.
"Al! Help me! Get this man off me!" Al continued to rub his fly, and then he started to unzip his pants.
"She sure does have a beautiful pussy," he said. "My cock is getting hard for it. I want to fuck you, Roberta. I want to fuck you now just like I've always fucked you."
"No! No!" I shouted. "You are both mad!
You are both crazy! Help me! Someone help me!"
Al unzipped his pants and his dick was so thick and hard, that I knew I was going to feel that cock inside of me very soon. I was going to he fucked by two thick and stiff dicks.
"I want her cunt, Father," he said. "I want to fuck her. You can get sucked off, but I want to fuck her hole."
Al pulled his father away from me. The older man didn't argue with his son. He wished he could fuck me again, but he decided to let his son have his way. Mr. Stevenson then pressed his meat against my lips, and he forced his cock into my mouth.
"Suck my cock," he told me. "If Al is going to fuck you, I want you to eat my meat. Suck me off, baby! Lick me and make me come down your throat."
I had no choice. I knew I could have bitten him, but after all, that would be a terrible thing to do, and he wasn't really hurting me. I did as he told me, and I started to suck and lick his cock.
Al was sliding his fingers into my hole. He wanted to finger-fuck me first, as he always did before he fucked me with his hard cock. I knew that he was going to ram his prick really hard into my vagina, and I braced myself for the inevitable onslaught.
"Suck it!" Mr. Stevenson shouted. "Suck my fucking hard cock meat!" I felt that huge penis pounding away inside my face. I sucked on the long shaft, beginning at his reddened cock head, and then my tongue worked its way down the length of his spear until it came to the base of his cock. Then I started to lick his balls. He screamed with pleasurable ecstasy, and I knew that my mouth was giving him as much pleasure now as my cunt had done a few minutes earlier.
Al was now starting to fuck me. He took his fingers out of my cunt hole, and he pressed his hard-on against my pussy lips. As he slowly slid his meat into my cunt, I felt my pussy walls pressing hard against his staff and I knew that my hot juices were flowing as wildly for Al as they had done for his father.
"Eat me!" cried Mr. Stevenson. "Eat my fucking hot cock! Suck that dick, Roberta! Suck me off and make me come!"
He started to fuck my face really hard. I was getting fucked two times at once. Mr. Stevenson's cock was in my mouth and his son's prick was sliding in and out of my vagina.
I could feel both sets of balls banging against me. My chin really felt Mr. Stevenson's huge and thick hairy balls, and I wanted to lick them and suck them and feel them. His balls were too big, and I realized I couldn't take in the spear at the same time as his balls.
I felt Al's cock heating up faster and faster. That was one of the problems that Al had because I remember when we used to fuck a lot, he had a lot of trouble holding off on his ejaculation. He would sometimes come right after he would plunge his penis into my slit, and I never really got a chance to boil over inside.
His prick was about to burst, and Mr. Stevenson's cock was still pounding my face when Al's dick exploded and filled up my hot cunt with his jism. He shot a good deal of cream into my vagina, and though I enjoyed getting fucked by him, I can't say that he was the greatest lay that I ever had. That honor goes to Ralph, who was the boy who fucked me for the very first time many years ago. I still love to masturbate thinking of his beautiful cock and balls.
Mr. Stevenson was also just about to come, and his prick was ready to shoot my face full of hot sperm. I knew that because his balls started to twitch and he was sighing and groaning with increasing rapidity.
"Suck that cock!" he yelled. "Suck my fucking cock! Eat me!" he begged, "eat me and lick my hard cock and hot balls!"
He rammed his penis deep into my mouth, and I suddenly saw him quiver and shake, and I knew that that hot foam was about to pour into my mouth.
"Take it baby!" he yelled. "Take it! I'm coming in your mouth, baby! I'm shooting! I'm coming with my hot cream!"
He went wild. His penis exploded violently, and I felt those hot sticky waves of creamy white juice flow into my body. I was really filled up with cream now. All that semen was making me feel rather hot, and though I knew that I hadn't wanted to be fucked in the first place, now that I was really getting those cocks and balls, it was driving me wild--.
Even after Mr. Stevenson had fucked me and then I had sucked his prick and Al had also fucked me, I still wanted cock. I started to masturbate immediately after Mr: Stevenson removed his penis from my mouth. I was going wild. They both had started something and I just couldn't help myself.
I wanted more cock. I screamed for it. I begged for it. I just couldn't get enough of their cocks and balls. The evening went on and I never did study for my history exam. I really feel guilty about that, but I guess the sex is not bothering me too much. I really don't know if I did the right thing.
CONCLUSION
Roberta was one of those mature girls to whom sex was normal and natural, and though she had been raped, she certainly didn't suffer any for it. Mr. Stevenson was a man of unnatural desires, though Roberta obviously didn't want to prosecute him.
Roberta's main problem was that she somehow thought she shouldn't have liked it. It was really a matter of feeling guilt about not feeling guilt. That's the only way I can describe it, and I knew that she would have to leam between willing and forced sex. Just because she enjoyed it when Mr. Stevenson raped her was no reason for her to think it was perfectly natural and normal that he did so. At the time, she was quite upset with it, and she should have followed through and seen to it that Mr. Stevenson never did something like that again.
As it stands now, Mr. Stevenson probably will go on thinking that all young girls want to be raped just because Roberta enjoyed feeling his prick inside her vagina, and he will undoubtedly rape and violate girls over and over again.
CASE HISTORY EIGHT
Subject: Melanie C. Age: Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Melanie was a frightened girl. She seemed to think that all men were out to rape her, and I realized that she had had a very traumatic experience which had left her severely scarred. I knew that it would take a good deal of time before I could consider Melanie cured.
The girl was quite attractive, and I immediately knew when she told me she didn't like men, it was because one man, or several men, had taken a liking to her in a way that left her frightened and afraid of all men.
You won't hurt me, will you doctor? You won't be like those evil men in Riverside? They hated me, and they hurt me, and they made me cry.
It was terrible. Oh, the things they all did to me. Everyone of them. They did dirty things to me doctor. I can't tell you, oh, I just can't tell you.
I never want to go back there again. Never, never, never. I just want to stay home with my Mommy and Daddy. I don't ever want to leave home, because all the men are going to hurt me. It was terrible what they did.
Mommy and Daddy were going for a vacation, and I wanted to go with them. I pleaded for them to take me, and they said that they would love to because they loved me, but I had to go to school during the time they were going to be away.
Actually, it wasn't so much a vacation as a business trip for my Daddy, because his company was sending him to meet people so that his company could make lots of money. I pleaded with them and they realized that I would only be missing two days of school, so we all went to Riverside.
I hate the city of Riverside. It's ugly, and all the men were making faces at me. Oh, it was terrible, doctor. They all wanted to do things to me. One man did, and I hate him. Oh, I really hate him. He hurt me, and if my Daddy knew what he had done to me, he would kill him.
I can't tell Mommy or Daddy, because if I did, they wouldn't believe me. They are always telling me that I make up stories, but this really happened. I know that sometimes I do say things that aren't true, but this is true. The man hurt me when he put his thing into me.
You see, we were staying at this hotel. I don't remember the name of it. Ritz or something I think it was. Anyway, the man was mean and horrible.
We got our room in the hotel, and when my Daddy went out, Mommy and me stayed in the room and watched television. We watched for a while but later there was nothing on so we left the room and went downstairs. My mother said she wanted to go to the beauty salon, and told me to go right back up to the room. She said that I should read a book if I didn't want to watch television.
I decided to watch the set some more. I hated reading. I did enough of it in school, and I waited for the elevator to bring me up to the fourth floor.
When I got into the elevator, the man looked at me and asked me where I was going. I told him and he closed the door. There was a fat lady with us, but she got out on three. After he closed the doors again, he took up the elevator just a little way, and then it stopped.
"The door didn't open," I said as I waited to get out.
"It's stuck," h e said.
"Oh, no! It cant be stuck. I'm going to watch television."
"You'll have to wait until the man can come and fix it," he said.
"How long will that be?" I asked him.
"Just a few minutes. We'll wait here together. You don't mind waiting, do you? There is nothing to be frightened of. It's perfectly safe. It just got stuck, it won't fall or anything."
"Well, I hope he fixes it right away," I said, "because my mother told me to go to the room. She will be upset if she finds out I got caught in the elevator."
"No, she will understand," he told me. He seemed like a nice man at first. He smiled at me and he told me how pretty I looked. I like it when people tell me I'm pretty. I know I am, and it always makes me feel good.
"That's a really nice dress you have on," he said. "You look really great in that. I bet you look good in all your clothes."
"Yes, I have some very nice clothes, thank you," I said.
"I bet you look real pretty without your clothes too," he said. "I bet you look real great when you are naked."
I blushed. "I guess so," I said.
"Don't you know for sure?" he asked me.
"Well, I don't know." I didn't know what to tell him. I noticed that he was looking at me up and down, but I didn't know why he was doing that.
"I will know," he said. "I always know pretty girls with or without clothes."
"How?" I asked him.
"Well, you take your clothes off, and then I will tell you if you are as pretty without clothes as you are with clothes."
"I don't want to take off my clothes here," I said. "I don't know you. I'm embarrassed."
"Oh, there is no reason you should be embarrassed. There is no one here except you and me. You know I'm your friend. Don't you want to be my friend?"
"Well, yes," I said, "b ut. . . "
"But what? Come on, and let me see you without your clothes. I promise I won't tell anyone."
"No, I don't want to."
"Yes, you please take off your clothes. I want to see how pretty you are."
"Is the man coming to fix the elevator?" I asked. "I want to go back to my room."
"He won't come to fix it until you take off your clothes. When you take off your clothes then you can put them back on so he won't see you naked. Only I will see you naked."
"No. I don't want to take off my clothes. Make the elevator start again."
"I can't," he said. I was beginning to think that he just stopped it on his own. I noticed that he hadn't called for help.
"Yes you can," I told him. "Make the elevator start again so I can go to my room."
"Take off your clothes."
"No."
"Okay, then I will have to take them off for you. You will be sorry if I tear your pretty new clothes."
"They aren't new," I told him.
"Then your mother will have to buy you clothes that are new, because if I rip them off you won't be able to wear them."
"You wouldn't do that," I aid.
"Want to see? You don't believe me?"
"No."
"Okay, girlie," he said. "I'm going to take your clothes off so I can see your pretty pink body."
I backed away, but I was cornered. There was no place to run in that elevator. He switched off the light, and I started to scream. I felt a hand covering my mouth, and I really was terrified. I was afraid of what he was going to do to me.
He put his hand inside my blouse. He started to play with my tits, and I tried to bite his hand, but he brushed me aside. He was fondling my nipples and tits, and I could hear him breathing very heavily. He was a dirty old man, and I hated him.
"Your tits are really luscious," he said. "I want to suck on your tits. I want to lick you all over, my pretty girl. I want to suck you and lick you and tongue you. I am going to really make you feel hot and good."
"Go away!" I yelled. He covered my mouth again, and I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to breathe. I knew I would have to let him do whatever it was that he wanted to do.
"Oh, girlie, you are so luscious, so yummy. I want to touch you all over. I want to lick you out from the inside. I bet you taste really good. I bet your sweet pussy hole tastes really good."
"No!" I yelled. "Don't do that!" I had heard that it was wrong for a man to do something to a girl's pussy, and I knew that that was just what he wanted. He was going to stick his thing into my cunt and I didn't want him to.
"I'm going to lick your pussy, girlie. I'm going to lick your sweet pussy until I can suck out all of your juices. I know you will like that, won't you? You will really love it when I suck and lick out your quim hole."
"Please don't!" I begged. "I will hate you if you do."
He laughed. "I will love you, and you are going to hate me? HA!! "
The sound of that man laughing really upset me. I was very frightened, and I didn't know what to do. I felt his hand rubbing my tits, and I knew that there was nothing I could do to prevent him from fucking me.
He took my hand and placed it on his fly. I felt his prick getting very hard. He started to kiss me, and I could smell alcohol on his breath. I wanted to get out of there, but that just wasn't possible.
"You like what you are touching?" he asked. "I bet you have never had one of those."
"No," I admitted. "I never have, and I don't want yours."
"But you are going to get mine," he said, "you are going to feel my penis inside your sweet and tender pussy. Tell me you want it. Tell me you want my cock in your cunt."
"I don't want it," I said. He started to twist my arm. "Oww! You are hurting me!" I cried.
"Tell me you want to be fucked. Tell me that or I will twist your arm off."
"Oww!"
"Come on, girlie, you know and I know that you want to be fucked. Now admit it or I will remove your arm from your body."
He was strong enough to do it, and I really became frightened. "Okay," I said. "I admit it."
"You admit what?"
"What you said."
"What did I say?"
"About my being fucked."
"Well, now say it all together. Tell me that you want to be fucked. Tell me that you want my hard stiff dick meat inside your cunt. Come on, girlie, or you won't have an arm left."
"I want to be fucked. I want your cock inside my hole. I want it."
"Good. I'm glad you want to be fucked, because I want to fuck you. I want to shove my big prick all the way into your hole. I'm going to fuck you, my pretty little girl. My prick and balls are going to make you really happy."
I hated him. I hated that man more than I have ever hated anyone in my life. I really thought that he was the most evil person in the whole world. I knew that I would hate it when he fucked me. It hurt, doctor, it hurt so much.
"Now feel this," he said, as he unzipped his fly, and took out his prick and balls. "Put your hand on my balls and touch it. There, now don't you like it?"
"No," I said. "I don't like it." He started to twist my arm again. "Okay, okay, I like your balls and your cock. I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me."
"That's more like it," he said. "I want to feel your pussy. I want to lick your pussy hole and then I will fuck you and shoot my come into you. Wouldn't you like that?"
"No. Yes, I mean. Yes, I want it. I want you to fuck me."
He started to rub his dick. His balls were really big and hairy, and he slowly began to remove my skirt. His tongue was still licking and sucking on my tits and nipples, and I felt my nipples getting hard and erect.
"Your body is so soft and smooth and creamy," he said. "Your skin is like silk. I want to lick you all over your body. I want my tongue to taste every part of you."
I knew that my mother would kill me if she ever found out what I had done. I had never before been fucked and I knew that they would be furious with me if they found out.
"Feel my prick again," he said, putting my hand on his dick. "Now I'm going to feel your pussy. I'm going to touch your pussy lips, and then I'm going to slide my penis into your hole. I know that this will make you feel so good you will want me to fuck you again and again."
I was terrified. Was he going to fuck me for hours in that stalled elevator? I hoped and prayed that it would start up again.
"Oh, baby, your pussy is delicious. My tongue loves to suck out cunt, and your cunt tastes better than anyone else's pussy. I love your cunt, girlie. I want to suck you and lick you out clean before I put my dick into you."
He pressed his mouth to my vagina, and he started to insert his tongue into me very deeply. I felt that long tongue enter my hole, and I wanted to cry. I squeezed my legs together, but that only made him feel even better.
"Oh, you're hot!" he exclaimed. "You are really hot! I love sucking hot cunt! I want to suck your cunt until you come!"
He pushed my legs apart, and I felt his nose against my pussy hairs. I knew he was smelling my cunt, and it was turning him on. His penis was really hard, and he got up, and started to press his cock head against my hot pussy lips.
"Your cunt is really boiling over," he said. "Now I'm going to slide my meat all the way inside your hole. I bet you will love that."
"Yes, I will love that," I said.
"Good. My cock is driving me wild. I love fucking little girls. I love to stick my dong into the hot pussies that little girls have. You have a really tight pussy, little girl. I love fucking you. Oh, baby, your cunt is driving my prick really wild."
His penis slid in and out of my vagina. I was hot and wet inside, and suddenly I felt a great pain. He took his cock out, and then really rammed my hole so hard, that I didn't know what was happening to me. I went wild and started to cry and scream.
"Oh, baby!" he yelled. "Your pussy is on fire! Your hot pussy is on fire! Get fucked, girlie! Get fucked by my big thick hard cock!"
I started to wail. My cunt was hurting me. His penis was making me feel great pain, and I wished that I could just run out of there. I hated him. I hated him because he was fucking me and making me hurt.
His penis was now getting all coated with my lubricants. I didn't even know that I had so much juice inside my vagina. My cunt was so wet, that when his prick slid out, I touched it, and it felt all wet and greasy.
"Squeeze my balls!" he begged. "Squeeze my balls and make me come into your hot hole! Oh, girlie I your cunt slit is wet and wild. Your delicate pink cunt slit is going to be really fucked hard when I start to shoot!"
I didn't know what he meant at first, but then his penis started to pound my quim harder and harder. I could feel his balls banging against my hole, and I started to feel good. It still did hurt, but then he started to make me feel really good. I don't know why that happened, but as his penis slid in and out of ray creamy cunt hole, my whole body started to tingle with excitement, and the more he fucked me, the more I wanted it. I couldn't get enough of his cock meat now, and the more his balls banged and slapped against my pussy, the louder I cried with pleasure.
"Fuck me!" I screamed. This time I was screaming to be fucked for real. He didn't have to twist my arm to make me say I wanted it. I really did want it. "Fuck me, please fuck me harder! I want your cock and balls! I want my pussy to feel good!"
My pussy slit was feeling better than it had ever felt before. I wanted that cock in me. I really had to have it. I was driving me wild. I had never known that a penis could make my slit feel so good and warm and all tingly inside.
"I'm going to fill you up with my cream!" he told me. "I'm about to come! I'm going to ram your slit with my hot foam!"
I felt one last final thrust all the way into my cunt hole when he suddenly started to shake violently. He rammed his cock all the way into my quim, and I couldn't control myself anymore. I went wild, and my cunt walls became flooded with his sperm.
Wave after wave of hot creamy come spurted out of his cock and rammed into my cunt hole. I could feel the waves of semen hitting the insides of my cunt. I begged for more, and I put my hands around his balls to squeeze out every drop of semen.
"Fuck me!" I yelled. My pussy was burning up with flames. I wanted more cock juice. My cunt was reaching a temperature of a thousand degrees. I was going wild. My cunt was on fire.
His balls went wild, and his whole body seemed to plunge into mine. I cried for more. He gave me more. There was nothing else in the world that I wanted.
When he finally finished spurting his juice, he slowly started to take out his cock stick from my cunt. He leered at me and then told me he wasn't finished with me yet.
"There's more," he said. "There's lots and lots more."
"But I want to go back to my room now," I said. "You promised."
"The repair man hasn't come yet. No, he hasn't come yet. You will just have to wait for him, won't you?"
"But. . . "
"Turn around," he said. "Turn around and now let me see how nice your ass is. I want to look at your ass."
I couldn't understand what he wanted with my ass, but as soon as I turned around, he started to slide a finger into my ass-crack.
"Don't!" I yelled. "That really hurts."
"Tough," he said. "I want to ass-fuck you."
"What!"
"Yes, little girl. I am going to slide my dick all the way up your asshole. You will feel even better when I ass-fuck you. I know that you will really love it."
"No, don't do that! Stop! Help! Please don't! Oww! It hurts! Oww! HELP! STOP! OWWW!! "
His penis was still hard and he slammed it into my rear. It hurt like hell. I cried, and he couldn't stop me this time. I was going hysterical. My ass really hurt, and the more he pressed his penis into me, the more it hurt.
I felt that long thick shaft pounding into my rectum, and I can't tell you how much pain I felt when he did that. Oh, doctor, it was terrible. His balls started to slap against my ass, and I couldn't stop the pain.
It went in deeper and deeper. He really wanted to rip me apart inside. I couldn't bear the pain, and when his cock started to spurt, I couldn't feel the pleasure that I had felt when he had fucked my pussy. This was terrible. Oh, it was horrible. Even his juice felt horrible. It really hurt me. I think my asshole is still sore, doctor. It still hurts. He was a mean man. I hate him. I hated being ass-fucked.
CONCLUSION
Melanie was really in a bad way. She had discovered how evil some men could be, and she was trying to convince herself that all men were bad. She told me later that she was sure that even I was going to fuck her and cause her pain.
When I tried to explain to her that I was a doctor and I was supposed to heal pain, in this case, to heal emotional and psychological pain, she still reiterated that I wanted to fuck her, and she started to undress herself to practically dare me to prove her wrong. She was sure that I wouldn't be able to resist her vagina and I would immediately rip off my clothes and ram my organ into her.
Melanie still refuses to speak to men other than myself and her father. She hates all her male teachers, and she is convinced that every last one of them wants to fuck her. Of course, the elevator operator brought all of this on, but he has so far gone unpunished, because she refuses to tell her father about it.
Though this evil man belongs in prison, where he cannot get at young and innocent girls, he is still free and God only knows how many other little girls he had terrorized in his falsely stalled elevator. I wonder that the hotel management didn't catch on. After all, they must know when an elevator is not moving, but perhaps they just don't care about the safety and comfort of their guests.
Melanie is still seeing me, and though I am making progress with her, it is very slow progress, and I don't know when she will be able to be considered "cured," or "normal."
CASE HISTORY NINE
Subject: Trudy S. Age: Thirteen
INTERVIEW ONE
I was quite upset to see a girl so young so unhappy. Trudy was crying when she came my office, and there was nothing I could do to calm her down. Even my nurse, who is an expert in such matters was unable to comfort her. Trudy was the unhappiest girl I had seen in a long time.
Why? Why, doctor, why? How could he do that to me? Why me? Oh, I'm so unhappy! My mother knows nothing of this, doctor, and she will kill me if you tell her. You won't tell her, will you? Oh, please don't let anyone find out.
Please don't let them find out!
I had to wait several more minutes before she had calmed down enough to tell me just what it was that her mother wasn't to find out. I knew it had to do with sex, and as soon as she was relaxed enough to tell me, my suspicions were confirmed.
He fucked me, doctor. Mr. Winters fucked me. Why? Why did he hate me like that? Why did he want me to feel ugly and bruised inside? Why?
Mr. Winters was such a nice man. He always smiled at me when I came into the store to buy things for my mother. He was so nice to me, and now he fucked me. He rammed his prick into me, doctor. Oh, doctor, I don't know what to do.
I never thought he would do something like that. It was just awful. He hurt me, doctor. He hurt me when he stuck that big thing into me. Oh, I hate him now. I hate him.
I had gone to the store for my mother as usual. She frequently sends me out to get eggs and milk and a couple of other things. This time she had sent me to get some lamb chops, and when I got all the stuff together, and he rang them up on the register, it came to a dollar more than my mother had given me.
"Oh dear!" I exclaimed. "My mother only gave me five dollars. That's all I have."
"Well, that's all right dear," said Mr. Winters. "You can owe me eighty-nine cents."
"But you trust me?" I asked.
He laughed. "Of course. I know you will come in to bring me the eighty-nine cents later. You can do it tonight after your dinner. I wouldn't want you to miss having a delicious supper just because your mother miscalculated."
"Gosh, thank you very much, Mr. Winters. I'll come right back after supper. I don't want to owe you the money a minute longer than that."
He wrapped up the food and I took it home. I explained to my mother what had happened.
"Oh, I'm so sorry dear," she said. "Right after you left, I realized that I had intended to give you a ten dollar bill, and I took out the five. I knew it would be more than five dollars. Well, if you don't mind going back later. . . "
"Oh, no, I don't mind. He's such a nice man. Mr. Winters is great and kind."
"It's only eighty-nine cents anyway. You could go tomorrow if you want."
"No. I promised him tonight, and I don't want to keep him waiting for his money. You have always taught me that it is wrong to owe people money, and I don't want you to owe him even eighty-nine cents."
"You are a good and honest girl," my mother said. "As soon as you finish your dessert, you can go back to him."
I had dinner, and it was very good. I love lambchops, and the way my mother makes them makes me hungry even when I just think about them.
She gave me a dollar and a quarter. "Buy yourself some ice cream when you have given Mr. Winters his money," she told me.
I raced out of the house and ran all the way back to the market. I wanted to get there before Mr. Winters closed for the night.
I ran into the store and looked around. I had thought it was closed, because it was deserted.
"Mr. Winters?" I called out. At first there was no answer, but then I heard him running out of the back.
"Oh, hello, Trudy," he said. "I was just about to lock up."
"I told you I was coming back with the money," I said. "I didn't want to break my promise."
"Thank you," he said. "It could have waited until tomorrow, but I'm glad that you did so. You are a very sweet girl. Come on into the back and I'll give you some ice cream."
He brought me into the back, and took out an ice cream pop from the freezer. I handed him the dollar and a quarter.
"It was only eighty-nine cents," he said. "Why are you giving me all this money?"
"For the ice cream," I said. "My mother gave me the extra money for ice cream."
"No, I told you that would be a treat on me," h e said. "You don't have to pay for it."
"Really?"
"Really. Keep your money. I'll give you change out of the dollar and the rest is yours. You are a very sweet girl, and I want to do something nice for you."
Mr. Winters seemed so nice and friendly. I couldn't believe that he would really do something like he did.
He gave me change, and then smiled again at me. We were still in the back of the store, and I was looking around at all the boxes that were piled up there.
"You've never been back here," he said, "have you?"
"No, Mr. Winters, I've never been here." I was fascinated by all the food. I had never seen so much food before.
I came across a box of melons. They looked so good. "I wonder if they are ripe," I said. "Won't they go bad if they are all ripe and they don't sell?"
"I hope they will sell," he said. "I've reduced the price on them for tomorrow.
Everyone will be coming into the store tomorrow and stock up on them."
"So will I," I said. "I love melons. Especially ripe ones."
"Ripe melons are so. good," he said. He began to stare at me and I couldn't understand why.
"Yes," I said. "I like ripe melons."
"How ripe are your melons?" he asked me.
"I beg your pardon?"
"How ripe are your melons? I bet you didn't know you had melons, did you, Trudy?"
"I have no melons. The last one we bought, we finished at dinner on Sunday." He laughed. I didn't know what he was laughing at.
"No, your own melons. Are they ripe? I bet they are ripe. They look ripe. Yes, Trudy, your melons look really luscious and ripe."
I blushed. It suddenly dawned on me just what he was talking about. He meant my breasts, and I guess because I was wearing a very tight sweater, he was noticing them.
"You see, you do know what I am talking about," he said. "I noticed even earlier today that your melons were really nice and ripe. I bet they are juicy too. I bet if I were to eat one of your melons they would burst with juice. "
"Mr. Winters! Don't say things like that!"
"Why not? You aren't a little girl anymore, are you?"
"No, I'm thirteen."
"You are a big girl," he said. "Thirteen is a big girl. I've got something big for a big girl like you."
"Oh, what is it, Mr. Winters?" I asked.
"This," he said. He picked up my hand and placed it on his fly. I screamed. I was feeling his hard cock, and I was shocked that he would have me do such a thing.
"Please let me go!" I said. "I want to go home."
"No, I want you to stay. I want to see if your melons are as ripe as you say they are. Come on, Trudy, let me taste your melons. I want to put my tongue on your melons and see if they are really ripe and juicy."
"I want to go home," I said. "Unlock the door so I can go home."
"No," he told me. "you will not go home until I have tasted your sweet juices. Let me taste your sweet and hot juices. I want to lick you, Trudy, and make you feel good."
I started to run, but there were so many boxes in the way, and I couldn't get very far. He grabbed me and tossed me on top of a box of grapefruits.
"Let me lick you, Trudy," he said. "I want to lick you. Let me suck you out, oh, please let me suck you out. You have driven me wild, Trudy. I have always wanted to taste your body. Let me lick you and eat you. You have made me mad, Trudy. I want you. I have wanted your body for a long time. You have no idea how long I have waited for an opportunity to suck you and lick you and touch you all over. I am not going to let you go now, Trudy. You cannot leave here until I have tasted all of your sweet feminine beauty."
I screamed, but he didn't care. He didn't even put his hands over my mouth. Apparently no one could hear us, because he just started to rip off my clothes and when he got my blouse off, he just flicked his tongue out at me and started to lick and suck on my young tits and nipples.
"Oh, yes, oh, yes, this is so beautiful! You are so luscious, Trudy. I want your tits. I want your nipples. I want to suck you dry. I want to eat your cunt, Trudy. Oh, Trudy, I want to suck out all the beautiful hot juices from your hot creamy pussy."
I screamed as loud as I could. No one could hear me. He unzipped his fly, and pressed his penis up against my mouth.
"Lick it!" he yelled. "Lick it! Suck it! Oh, Trudy, I want to feel my prick inside your mouth! Suck my cock, Trudy! Suck me off! Eat me, Trudy! Lick my balls and eat my cock!"
I refused to take his prick into my mouth. He begged me. He pleaded with me to suck his cock, but I refused. I didn't want that big ugly thing in me.
"I will have to fuck you then," he told me. "I will have to fuck you and ram my cock all the way into your hole. I must fuck you, Trudy. I just must!"
He rammed his cock into me. In one hard thrust, he managed to rip me up inside, and the blood came pouring out. No one had ever fucked me before, and I cried with terror and pain. It hurt, oh, doctor, it hurt so much! I hated it! He didn't care. The nice Mr. Winters kept fucking me, and ramming his prick meat all the way into my hole.
"Oh, baby, this is driving me wild! I love it! I want to fuck you! I want to feel your hot pussy juices all over my cock! Your sweet pussy walls are pressing so hard on my prick! Oh, I love it! I want to shoot my prick juice into your hole! I want to fuck you! Don't you love it? Don't you love my penis inside your quim?"
"No! Take it out! Take it out! It hurts me! Oww!" I was screaming and crying, but he didn't care. All he wanted was his own pleasure.
His balls were slamming against me, and I was powerless to move. I felt his warm penis sliding in and out of my hole, and I cried as I felt it penetrate my vagina even more. I was crying hysterically and he wouldn't stop.
His cock started to pound my cunt harder. No matter how hard I thought he was ramming my hole before, it would get worse as he got hotter and hotter. I screamed with pain, and that just drove him even wilder.
He started to ram me so hard, that it brought him to orgasm. His cock ejaculated inside my vagina, and I screamed as I felt that hot liquid spurt out of his prick and fill up my hole. I knew that it would soon be over as his semen flooded my pussy.
My pussy juices were flowing around his cock and mixing with his semen, and both of our juices were pouring and oozing out of my cunt. He told me what a pretty and pink cunt I had, and it was glistening in the light. I hated it, though, and I wished that I could go home and never see this horrid man again.
He kept pounding his penis into me, and by the time he was finished, I was sopping wet, my pussy juices had flowed really wildly, and his scum was all over my cunt hairs, and some other parts of my body. It was a horrible experience.
I gathered the remnants of my clothes together. I never went back to the market, though my mother was never told why. I just couldn't bear to tell her that Mr. Winters fucked me. His cock had really upset me, and I just didn't want to go into details with my mother. She wouldn't have understood.
Mr. Winters is an evil man, doctor. His penis really is a terrible thing and I think he should be prevented from letting his cock and balls hurt any girl ever again.
I hate him. Oh, doctor, please help me! I feel so terrible. My body still hurts. My cunt still hurts from what he did to me.
CONCLUSION
Mr. Winters certainly is an evil man. To fuck a girl so young and so tender is a very wicked thing to do, and I only wish that this young girl would report him. Of course, I could make a report myself, but she would have to back me up, and she didn't want to tell her parents about it.
Trudy needs a good deal of tender loving care, and while I know that her parents are only too eager to provide that care, she will still have to level with them, and be frank and honest and tell them everything that is upsetting her, or they will never be able to give her the comfort that such a lovely girl really needs.
CASE HISTORY TEN
Subject: Janet D. Age: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Janet was a tender shy girl. And highly desirable , for a girl her age. She had lovely blonde hair that was cut just a bit above her shoulder. She had round, pronounced breasts, and a very good figure for such a young woman. In all respects, she seemed much older, physically than her years. In this, obviously her problems began.
She had been brought to me by another specialist. But he wouldn't treat her while he thought I could. I have seen these things before. A case of a young girl, for the sake of her family, submitting to the advances of an older man. I was full of personal feelings in the matter. But I asked her to tell me what she had seen. What had happened.
She was distraught, obviously. She coiled up her fine body, and slowly began to talk.
It happened one afternoon in March, she began. I had gone to visit Daddy, at his office. He works in mid-town, and often I stop by after school and we ride home together.
I always see Mr. Browning, she said, and began to quiver a bit at the recollection of the man. This was the man who had forced her to have sex with him. Just the mention of him of his name, was sufficient to get her upset. I assured her that she was safe with me, and she continued.
Mr. Browning was always there, she said. He worked in Daddy's office for a long time. I really didn't know what either of them had to do with the place. They were in charge of sales of some products, I knew. But I didn't know which of them was higher in the company.
But that afternoon, Mr. Browning told me that he was Daddy's boss. I found out that he wasn't, but then, I believed him. Daddy was in a meeting then, and I was waiting for him. We had gotten our first semester marks, and I was proud to show them to him.
So I waited in the outer office. I began to read a magazine. It was comfortable there, in the overstuffed chair. Mr. Browning came around, and when he saw me sitting there, he asked me if I would like anything from the deli downstairs. I said I didn't. He kept looking at me in the funniest way. With a big smile on his face.
I couldn't tell what it was about. I didn't know if something had changed with the company or what. If he had sold a lot, that sort of thing. I never dreamed that it was my skirt. A very short one. We were all wearing them then.
I thanked him and said I was fine. He said, "You certainly are, sweetheart. Very fine. Are you sure I can't get you anything?" I changed my mind. We went to the deli for a slice of pound cake. When we came back up, to the office, he asked me to go to a different room with him. There were couches and the light was low. I could barely see the edges of the room. Mr. Browning asked if I would like a seat.
I sat down, and he sat on the couch next to me. "You have such fine legs," he said. "And your skirt is so short. Doesn't your father mind that you wear such a short skirt?"
I said that we had all argued about it, but that they had finally let me, since all my friends wore them the same way. They are good parents about things like that. They don't try to wreck my social life.
So he kept it up, and soon, he had his hand on my knee. He put his hand on my knee, and started to stroke my thigh. I was a little surprised. Mrs. Browning was a nice lady, and always visited our house.
And Mr. Browning, when he saw me at Daddy's office, always took time for me. But I didn't know what to do, when he started that. I moved back a little on the couch. He moved toward me. "What's wrong Janet?" he asked me. He was smiling so. And his shirt was getting wet with sweat. I thought it was awfully funny.
He put his hand way up my leg! He put it under my skirt, and into the place between my legs. I was surprised! Mr. Browning! I said. What is going on? "Just the fact that I'm crazy about you, Janet!"
I asked him what he meant. "Don't play games with me!" he said. He was really pissed off. He was angry. Shouting. He said, "Take off those panties, Janet. I'm going to fuck you!"
I was afraid! I asked him if he was joking. He didn't laugh. He looked deep into my eyes, and said, "No honey. No joke. I want to fuck you. I want to put my pecker between your legs, and drive it up your cunt. I want you, Janet!"
I saw that he meant it. I didn't know what to do. Then, I saw, I had a chance with my Daddy close by. I told Mr. Browning I would call for Daddy! "I'll scream!" I said. "I'll call my Daddy, Mr. Browning!"
Then he did laugh. "If you do, honey, hell be out of a job." I asked him what he meant by that. What a crazy thing to say. What could it have to do with Daddy's job? My-Daddy would beat him up! I said, "You're crazy!" And he is, now I know that. But at the time, he played it cool. He said, "Okay, Janet. You want to scream, you scream. And you'll see. Your Daddy will run, and find us here, and ask what's the matter. I'll say I found you screaming in this room by yourself. And then, I'll fire your father!"
"What do you mean, fire Daddy?! That's ridiculous! How could you fire him?" He sat down next to me, and said, "Because your father works for me, Janet. He is my employee. He does what I SAY!! I'M THE BOSS HERE!! ! "
His eyes were red and big. He was screaming. I thought he was just mad at me. I didn't know he was crazy! I just thought I'd pissed him off. I told him to calm down.
He said he would, if I would do what he told me to do. He got up, and said, "Strip, baby, take off all those nice, nice clothes. Yeah take it all off, sweetheart. Slowly. Slowly undress in front of me."
So I did. I slipped off my dress. I unbuckled my bra, and when he saw my tits bare, he started making noises.
I asked Janet to describe the noises. She said there were noises she could not imitate in what the man had done. But mostly, she said, they were like her dog, when he got mad at another dog. Or when he wanted to get loose from a leash. She looked at me with a quizzical expression and said, He was so much like Rex, our dog, Doctor. He had his eyes wild, like Rex, and he was just as crazy as Rex gets, when he's mad.
I don't know whether the girl actually knew what she meant, when she said the man was mad. But indeed, the fellow was psychotic. He had had a tremendous amount of pressure building up in him for years, and finally, the sight of the lovely young child sent him off. But before he got treatment, he got her and he got a little action that may console him, may leave him a bit looser in the days to come. We shall see.
His influence on Janet was profound. She recalls the rest of the scene with vivid memory to detail.
Doctor, she said to me, after describing the man's growling and lathering, he said that he wanted me to slowly take my panties off.
I was wearing a little pair of pink ones. They had lace all around, and a full panel in front. They were just the ones that I'm wearing now, as a matter-of-fact.
Janet then pulled her skirt up, and showed me her panties. I found it hard to look away. What a beautiful shape on such a young girl. like a full grown woman, actually. I marveled at the shape of her hips, and the full outline of her vagina. There was a great bulge in the front, where her genital fullness could be seen.
I found that I had begun to respond to the story with a degree of warm interest. And I found that I had attained erection. I pressed her to continue her story, that I might forget sexual thoughts.
Well Doctor, she said, I did what Mr. Browning said. I took my panties off. I had not washed that day, but it didn't matter to him. He was wild to see the hair on my pussy. It's blonde. Would you like to see it? I'll show you that it's blonde. A lot of people don't believe me when I tell them that. I used to tell Mr. Browning about it all the time. And he said I shouldn't talk about it at all. So he finally got to see that I hadn't been lying to him.
I took my panties off. And it felt good, to tell you the truth. My pussy gets hot in there. All closed up. It-likes to breathe. Sometimes I don't wear any panties to school under my dress. Just so my pussy gets air. Everything needs air, Doctor.
So I felt good, naked there in front of Mr. Browning. I stretched out like our cat does. I reached as high as my arms would go, and pulled, to get my muscles out of the strain they get in during the day. I yawned, and covered the mouth with the back of my hand.
Mr. Browning made even more noises like Rex. He said he wanted to lick me. It was just like having Rex there. I said it was funny. He said he still wanted to lick me. I asked him if I could call him Rex then. He said sure, anything.
So I said, "Here Rex. Here boy. Come lick me. Come on, boy." But instead of just licking my hand, the way Rex does, Mr. Browning licked my knee. He licked my leg, and pushed me, the way Rex sometimes does, onto the couch there in the dark little room, the lounge, where he took me.
I sat there, and he licked me up my leg. Then, he licked my pussy! I giggled! I threw back my head and laughed! Mr. Browning asked if I liked it. Did I like it? I guess so. It did feel nice. But funny. He licked my leg and went up my leg. He went higher. And higher.
He went up to my tummy, Doctor
All the way to my tummy, and stuck his tongue in my belly button. I giggled some more. And he had started to be so much fun, I just put my feet on his shoulders. I spread my legs way out and put them on top of Mr. Browning's shoulders. He liked it a lot, I guess. He started to make more noises. Loud ones.
And then, Doctor, he licked my pussy! I didn't ever have anybody lick me there before. I did a little game with some boys down the street once. They showed me their weenies. They pulled down their pants, and showed me cocks, they said. Peckers. I liked them and they stood up when I touched 'em! And they made me take my pants down, and they played with my pussy. They looked inside.
They didn't find anything inside. So, they decided to put things in. Just like a safe, they said. They put in sticks. They put little sticks inside my hole. Then they put money inside my pussy. They each put in a dime. Right inside my pussy. That was a dime each, and it was fifty cents altogether. I started to run, to take their money home in my pussy, but I fell down because my pants were still down.
They caught me, and they rolled me over, and took their dimes out of my safe. They were laughing at the joke I pulled. And they took out their peckers and stood them up again, and said they wanted to put them in my safe. I thought it would be fun. But I didn't know that that was what fucking was all about. I was going to do it until I heard somebody calling me. My mother. So I pulled my pants up and went home. I told the boys we could do it again some time. We never did, though.
So when Mr. Browning licked my pussy, I giggled. He put his face right up there and stuck his tongue in. I have periods, Doctor, but this was one time when I was in between. So I guess it didn't matter how much there was inside. Sweat and stuff. So I let him lick. I figured it wouldn't make any difference. It wouldn't hurt him.
Besides, Doctor, it felt great! I never felt anybody licking my pussy before, and I loved the feeling. It was a little tickle. But I didn't laugh. I just moved my hips up and down. And it wasn't like when the boys down the street put sticks inside, Because my pussy isn't a little kitten any more. It's more like a cat. With fur. Blonde fur, like I said. And it's big. So it has a lot of different feelings. They come and go. I don't know.
But I do know that it felt wonderful when Mr. Browning licked my pussy. A really warm good cuddly feeling. He put his tongue way inside me. And kissed the skin on the outside of my pussy with his mouth. I liked it!
I told him to do more. I still had a while to wait for Daddy, I thought. So why not have fun? It was a lot more fun than a magazine, tell you the truth. I put my pussy right up to Mr. Browning's face. He got wild!
He put his arms behind me. He lifted my butt up with his hands. And he turned me around on the couch, and he licked me harder and harder with his face. I pumped at his face.
I don't know where I learned to move that way. I never had done that before. Just in and out, back and forth.
Mr. Browning began to suck on my pussy. And he chewed, I could feel it. He was fun. At last, like he used to be, Mr. Browning was fun again. I thought maybe he had been fooling me, when he was so crazy before. Making those Rex noises.
But in a second, he looked at me. And his eyes were still red and wild. I laughed. He asked me, "What is it, cunt? What's wrong? You coming?" I didn't know from coming, Doctor. I said, "What's coming?" He said, "Are YOU coming? Are you going to come, when I eat you, honey."
I still didn't know what he meant. I said, "I don't know what coming is, Mr. Browning. Tell me."
He said that coming was a feeling that I would get in my pussy. "You jump and feel yourself go funny inside. And water, or juice, some sort of shit comes out of you. It's supposed to be a nice feeling. It is nice. You'll know when it happens."
I said, "Lick me some more, inside my pussy, Mr. Browning." Then he asks me to call him Ted. So I said, "Okay, Ted. Lick my pussy. Maybe I'll come, then I'll know what coming is."
So he licked. And he licked and growled and chewed. He was so much like Rex, tearing at a piece of meat, or a bone. He tossed his head all around. And he made noises, wild sounds in his throat. And his mouth was all wet, from my pussy I guess, when he looked up at me with his mad red eyes.
And I LOVED the feeling he was giving me in my pussy, Doctor. You know? Warm and hot and loose. I spread my legs way out, and told him, "Eat me, Ted! Chew on the pussy, Ted. Just like Rex! Eat it boy. Go on. Take some more!" I laughed and laughed. He got more into me. And then, he hit some special place. Way up in the front, sort of the top of my pussy. I jumped when he hit it. He hit it with his nose, at first.
Then he looked up at me, and asked, "Is that it? Did I find it? God, I thought I was on it all along. No wonder you haven't come." I asked him did he find what. I thought of the boys down the street, leaving their money in my pussy.
I thought maybe Mr. Browning had left something in my pussy, my safe. But I knew he had never been there. I couldn't figure it out, what he meant. So I said, "Ted, what did you find. What is it, Ted?" And he looked up. His face was all wet! He was covered with the water from inside my pussy. He said, "The clit, bitch! Your goddamned clit! You know! You jumped when I hit it."
So that was it! Clit! I said, I knew he had found something. I didn't have a name for it, but he had hit something. Clit. So I said, "Yes, Ted. You hit something. Hit it again, boy."
So he jumped back down. Back into my pussy. And he found the thing again. Clit. And he licked it. What a jumpy place it is! I screamed, almost, when he touched it. He licked it for just a little while, and then I jumped. I bounced on the couch, and I felt myself jerk inside.
The feeling was the nicest thing I've ever had in my pussy. Something just went off. And I couldn't control it. My hips and butt just flew around. I don't know. And Mr. Browning said that was coming.
"So that's coming!" I said. "Do you come, Mr. Browning. Ted? Do you come too? Or is it just girls. With pussies?"
He said he could come too. With his pecker. And then he said, "That's where we are now, Janet. You're gonna make me come. In your mouth, or in your pussy. Maybe both. I don't care. I'm gonna fuck you Janet! Help me take off my pants!"
So, I helped him. His pecker was huge! Nothing like the boys down the street. Not at all. I opened my mouth, when I saw how big Mr. Browning's pecker was. Big and fat. A huge dog, with fur all around it. like mine, on my pussy. Only black. And his balls were big. They hung down.
And I watched when his pecker stood up. Just like the boys down the street did with theirs. Except Mr. Browning's pecker got really tall! I gasped. What a big thing you have, I said to him.
And he said, "Okay, Janet. I want you to lick my cock. Suck me!" I wasn't sure at first. I thought he might be joking again. But I knew what had happened before. I had thought he was being funny. And he was. But he wasn't joking.
So I said, "Okay, Ted. Come over here. Lie down. And I'll lick your pecker." He was growling again. Making wild noises in his throat. He laid back onto the couch.
I went on top of him, Doctor. I laid down on top of Mr. Browning. So I could suck his cock. And he made his legs jump. And his stomach went up and down. He looked at me, crazy again. And he said, "Okay, bitch. What are you waiting for?"
So I bent down, and I licked it. He was hairy all over. But there was a big patch of fur down at the bottom of his cock. I put my mouth by the fur first of all. So it would remind me of sucking Rex's pecker. I do that for Rex since he has to stay in the yard so much of the time.
They had to keep him in the yard because he gets out and humps other dogs, and some of our neighbors have these prize dogs. So Rex stays in. And I suck his pecker, until he goes crazy, and shoots this stuff out of his pecker. He-likes me to do it.
So I thought that's what Mr. Browning wanted, too. I put his cock in my mouth. like I do with Rex. And I sucked on it. I licked it, and pushed it into my mouth. Except it was so big! So much bigger than what Rex has! Mr. Browning has a giant pecker, Doctor. I could barely get my mouth around it.
But he loved it when I sucked on it. But before I could make him shoot this stuff out of his pecker, He sat up. "Okay Janet," he said. "Now, we're gonna fuck. Lie down, honey."
I wondered if he didn't like what I'd done for him. The way I'd licked his cock. But I went back down on the couch. And he put his fingers into my pussy, It was nice. I moved my butt around, and let my pussy climb up his finger.
He played inside my pussy some more. He even hit the clit. I love that feeling so much. I said, "Hit the clit! Go on Ted. Hit it!" And so he put his finger up there. I jumped again. My pussy was all wet, dripping onto the couch. I asked him if we shouldn't clean up the couch.
He said, "Fuck the couch!" He was crazy. And then he bent over me. He took his pecker in his hands, and he spread my legs. He said, "Okay, Janet. This is it. We're gonna do it."
Then he drove his cock into my pussy. It hurt! I jumped! He held me. He made his eyes narrow. And he growled at me, "It's this, or find your father a new job! I wouldn't think you'd be so selfish, Janet. Such a simple thing. You'll like it a lot, once I'm in you. Just like when I licked your clit, you little bitch! You want your brothers and sisters to starve, to go to a home for orphans!"
I said I didn't. I said that he could fuck me. I lay back on the couch. He stuck his cock into my pussy again. It really hurt that time. He broke something. I felt something inside my pussy break.
I looked down, and saw that there was blood on the couch! I thought it might be my period! I said, "I'm bleeding, Ted! Maybe it's my period!"
He groaned, and said, "Don't your parents ever talk to you? That's your cherry, idiot! You're not a virgin anymore. I popped your cherry! It's not your period. Jesus!"
He seemed to know what he was saying. So I lay back on the couch. He put his pecker all the way into me then.
It was really a tight fit. It took us a while to get his cock into my pussy. I kept telling him how little my hole was, in comparison to his cock. He said, "Fuck that! So what! I'm gonna fuck you, you little bitch. And you're gonna take my prick!"
So I took it. He pushed it in and I was afraid if he lay down on top of me, he would squeeze me to death. That he would take all the air out of me, and I would not be able to breathe.
But he held himself up on his hands, and pushed his pecker into me. It reached way inside of, me. And I felt his cock on my clit. I began to push with my pussy. I pushed with my hips and butt.
He drooled. I could see his face. He really looked crazy. His eyes were big and red! And he kept on growling! Wraughhhh! Unnnghghh! When he growled, I thought about Rex, doing this to me. He would just scratch me if he did.
But Mr. Browning kept working his cock into me. And he got really excited, and started to yell, "Oh God I'm gonna come! I can't stand it! What a fantastic little pussy you have, Janet! Oh God! Ohhhhh. UUUUUNNNNhhh!! ! ! Jesus. Oh God!! WWWWWHUUUUUNHH!! ! "
And then he jerked and drove his pecker way into me. I was feeling really neat in my pussy, Doctor. I felt coming again, too. And I guess by the way Mr. Browning was flying around, and shoving his butt in and out, and shivering, that he was coming too.
I felt him blast a lot of hot stuff in me, it was wet. I knew it had to be like the stuff Rex shoots when I suck his pecker. Except it was human. And he was shooting it into me, Doctor!
And just about then, I heard this pounding on the door of the lounge.
I guessed that maybe Daddy had found out about us being there. I shouted, "Wait a second, Daddy. Mr. Browning and I aren't through yet!" But they couldn't wait. They kept pounding.
Mr. Browning's eyes got really big. And he pulled his pecker out of me. It was not as big.
It was shriveled. And the end had stuff on it like Rex's does. It dropped out of him. It was white stuff. And I felt my pussy.
There was a lot of water and juice inside my pussy. I asked Mr. Browning if he had put his stuff in my safe. He didn't hear me. He was trying to get his clothes back on. He was wild, and swearing. And he started to cry. And he fell over, trying to get his legs into his pants.
I went over to the door, to tell Daddy to wait. When I got up, Mr. Browning yelled at me, "Don't move! I told you what would happen!" Then he looked funny again. like he was scared.
Then they broke the door down. Daddy and some other men came running into the lounge. Daddy jumped on Mr. Browning and started to hit him. He called him every dirty name. I screamed, "Don't Daddy! He'll fire you! And then we'll have to live in an orphanage, like he said. Tell them, Ted. like you said!"
They were all yelling real loud at poor Mr. Browning, and Daddy's secretary hugged me. I tried to reach my clothes. But I felt so lazy and good after Mr. Browning and I had fucked like that. My pussy felt wonderful. But I was worried about the couch, and Daddy getting fired.
Daddy's secretary told me not to worry, that everything would be all right now. I asked her if she thought my Daddy would get fired for beating Mr. Browing that way. She said no.
Daddy kicked Mr. Browning, and I thought he was very mean. I couldn't watch. Mr. Browning had been fun. He was crazy, I thought. like Rex gets. Daddy's secretary led me out of the room.
And we put my clothes on. A doctor came and looked in my pussy, and said something. I said, "Mr. Browning said that he popped my cherry. It hurt and blood came out. But he found my clit before that. And we fucked. I was coming and so was he. Does that help, Doctor?"
They all looked at me, and hugged me, and acted as if somebody had died. I asked them if somebody had died. They said no.
Everybody was really upset. There were cops all around. And people took pictures and stuff. It was crazy. I kept asking what was going on. I said Ted and I fucked and it felt neat. My pussy liked it. But the other doctor cleaned out my pussy with some kind of cold medicine that stung. And he washed out all of Mr. Browning's stuff from his pecker. Then they took me to the hospital.
Daddy was crying and hugging me. And Mommy came to see me. I had a lot of things to eat. I kept telling them that the whole thing was crazy. They said they knew. They said Mr.
Browning was crazy.
I asked them if they were going to do anything about getting Daddy a new job, and I explained what Mr. Browning had said about firing Daddy. They said he had lied to me. That Daddy was really his boss, and that Mr. Browning would need to find a job. But that he would probably be sent to prison.
But it seemed silly to me. I asked them if they were sending him to prison just for popping my cherry. Or what? For lying to me, or making me suck his cock? They wouldn't tell me very much, Doctor. They would only hug me, and tell me to be quiet when I told them what a big pecker Ted has. And how it felt to be coming, with his pecker in my pussy. Or to have him sucking my pussy.
I liked it all, to tell you the truth. I don't see anything the matter with the fun we had. I would have done it all anyway, if I had known how much fun it would be. And I don't think he should be punished. He lied to me about Daddy working for him, I know.
They told me he works or used to work for Daddy, instead of the other way around. And that he had a breakdown. That he couldn't work or anything else. I thought that was too bad. He was fun. It hurt a little bit when he popped my cherry. But the rest was great!
I would love to try it again. With maybe somebody my own age, Doctor. Maybe as soon as I leave here. My pussy liked the cock inside it. I liked coming. And my clit loved the nose and mouth on it. So why is everybody so upset?
I'm not. I want to fuck again. My pussy is really fun, when I let men or boys do things like fuck or stick their tongues in it. I like it.
And Janet pulled up her skirt, and pulled her panties down. Her vaginal area was well-formed. Emotionally, she was still very much a child. And she was lucky not to have suffered a severe trauma because of the rape.
I found her a very attractive woman, even though I knew her to be a girl. My erotic impulses responded to her signals. My own penis was fully erect, and anxious for penetration of her. But I controlled myself. It was no situation for sex.
And that, I believe, is the difference. Ted Browning could not distinguish appropriate situations for sex. Under a different situation, Janet could have done everything that she did for him and they both would have enjoyed it. Physically, she is a woman. And, as such, needs sex with a man. But Ted Browning made his horrible mistake trying to force her to sex in a place where he knew they would be caught. Rather than the pleasures of sex with Janet, which I am certain he had, he seemed rather more interested in punishment, and in being caught by an authority.
He made a good choice of a sexual partner, however. I find myself deeply attracted to Janet. The full firm breasts. So well developed and well formed, round and nice. And her hips. The lushly tufted vagina. I find myself getting dizzy watching her with her skirt up above her waist. With deep reluctance, I ask her to put her skirt down. Who could see me looking at her cunt, after all? But I would find it hard to ask her, if she showed her genitals to me for another minute. I, too, would be asking this lovely young girl for sexual favors. A blow job. A fuck. She could be a fantastic fuck.
But Janet refused to pull up her skirt. I continued to stare at her beautiful vagina. It was so soft, so delicate, so delicious.
I knew that she wanted me to fuck her. That much was obvious, but I couldn't. I am a professional man whose job it is to help those with sexual problems. I should be helping her, not adding to her problems.
But would I be adding to her problems by fucking her? I was confused. I wanted it. I knew she wanted it. What would be wrong with fucking her?
She sensed my indecision. I knew she was watching me carefully. Her glance traveled from my eyes down to my crotch. She saw it.
She knew that I had a hard-on.
I slowly tried to control myself. I knew it was wrong. I knew that I shouldn't fuck this girl, but I was beginning to lose that control. I found my hand on the top of my zipper. I was starting to lower my fly.
She watched me carefully as I took my cock and balls out of my pants. She began to press her fingers against her vagina. Her cunt was so luscious. The more I looked at it, the harder my dick became, and I knew I was going to lose the battle.
Her soft delicate pussy hairs were getting to be too much for me. I started to rub my cock. She knew what I wanted. She knew I wanted to slide my penis into her hole. Her cunt was going to drive me wild and I had no choice. I had to fuck her!
She came over to me, and she put her hands on my balls. She caressed them softly and gently. As she began to stroke my shaft, I put my hands onto her cunt.
Yes! It was every bit as soft and tender as I thought. It turned me on even more, and as I rubbed the palms of my hand onto her cunt lips, she groaned with pleasure, and started to suck my cock.
Though I didn't want my cock sucked, because I wanted to come inside her sweet slit, I began to push my penis deeper and deeper into her mouth. Perhaps I wouldn't be causing her any damage by letting her suck me off. Perhaps that would be a happy compromise. I knew that I could traumatize her if I were to fuck her, but perhaps this would be different.
I started to shout to be sucked. This shocked me! I couldn't believe that these words were coming out of my mouth, but they were. I went wild with hysterical delight. I wanted my cock to slide all the way down her mouth. I wanted it in her throat. I wanted my balls in her mouth too, and I knew that I would not only have to shoot my jism into her mouth, but I would then have to fuck her.
Every ounce of professionalism was going out the window. I no longer cared about my reputation. I cared only for the pleasure that her body was going to give to my cock. My prick was so hard, and my balls were so full, that nothing mattered by shooting my load inside her tender young body.
She flicked her tongue all over my spear. It drove me wild. I cried and shouted louder and louder, and this drove her even more frantic herself. I went crazy. My penis rammed her face really hard, and all at once I felt my balls releasing their hot juice.
She sucked me as hard as I have ever been sucked. It was wonderful. All that juice poured into her face and she continued to suck hard.
My semen was thick and creamy, and some of it spilled out of her mouth, and began to pour down the side of her face. Quickly, she scooped up the jism with her fingers, and then licked them. She didn't want to lose a single drop of my come!
I felt the last of my juice being sucked out of the tip of my cock. Though I had been drained, I still wanted more. I wasn't yet satisfied!
Her cunt was now more appealing than ever. I wanted to fuck her! I had to fuck her! She was so young and tender and delicate. She was going to make me really happy, and as I started to press my hands onto her pussy again, I knew that I had done the right thing. She was happy. She had loved sucking my prick and I knew that fucking her was only going to add to her joy.
I pressed my penis against her pussy hairs now. She squealed with delight. She loved it! I was right! She was going to love it every bit as much as I did.
I slid my dick all the way into her, pressing hard against her cunt walls. Her pussy opened up wide for me, and I was giving her all I had.
My dick was now just as hard as it had been when I first saw her. I was pounding my masculine flesh hard into her, and she seemed to be begging for more. I knew she loved it.
She screamed louder and louder, and that drove me even more wild.
I started to massage and caress her tender young tits. I was going wild. My cock was pounding in and out of her flesh faster and faster. My balls were banging hard against her cunt, and I knew that I was about to come. I was going to smash right through her body. I was going to shoot my load and fill her up with my hot jism.
Suddenly, my penis exploded like a firecracker. I went wild. I shivered and shook and my semen spurted out of my dick, filling up her tender spicy cavern. Her cunt overflowed. Her juices had flowed wildly, and now they mixed with my scum and together they poured out of her hole.
It was incredible. There I was, a doctor, and she was my patient, and all I could think of was fucking her over and over again.
I just couldn't believe that I was doing this. It all seemed so unreal. I have never believed in fucking my patients, and up until this moment I would have said that it was the worst thing a doctor could do.
But all I knew was that her cunt was the wildest and sweetest piece of female flesh I had ever seen. There was nothing I could do. Nothing. I had to fuck her, and I did. And I loved it.
I knew that there was one significant difference between me and the other men. I was not raping her. That was a crucial difference. She enjoyed it as much as I did. She knew that my cock had pleased her, and even now, now that she had sucked my prick and I had fucked her, she still wanted more cock. I knew that I could fuck her all the time now. She could stay with me and I could fuck her, or she could come back later for some more of my semen. Either way, it would make me happy.
CONCLUSION
Janet forced me to re-evaluate my role as a healer of the psychologically disturbed. It took me some time to work things out, but I finally did.
As I stated earlier, the significant difference between me and the men not only in her life, but in the lives of the other cases mentioned, was that I did not impose myself on her. Janet wanted me. She desperately craved my penis, and though I was too weak to refuse, I did her no harm by fucking her. If I had fucked her against her will, then I would have no right to speak out against all these other men who had violently attacked these young girls.
So far, Janet has shown no signs of having been traumatized by my fucking her. She is today a very happy and healthy girl, and every now and then we see each other outside of my office. Though it is not common for a man of my age to be seen with a girl of Janet's age, still, no one knows or suspects what we do together, and I must say that everything has worked out quite well.
GENERAL CONCLUSION
The reader will note that my opinions of people who take advantage of little girls are quite strong. Perhaps the reader will disagree, but to him all I can say is that would you want someone to do something to you that you were really afraid of?
Though many of these cases indicate that the girls themselves only pretended to resist, when in reality they actually encouraged these men to violate them and use their pricks on them, still the man who will allow his passion to get out of hand and thrust his organ into the unwilling vagina of a young and tender female is a man to be condemned.
Sex is healthy and beautiful, but it cannot be forced on those who are unwilling. I'm sure that most people in the field, and indeed, the layman, will readily understand that point, and will try to see that justice is done and have the rapists put behind bars where they belong.
