The following volume is composed of true case histories of women who found themselves involved in sexual relationships based on the premise of submission to a stronger male. They are drawn from years of research in the field by a well-known psychologist.
While most people are aware of the nature and consequences of the act of rape, few are knowledgeable about its causes and motivations. Many women find that they seem to invite rape and abuse from their lovers, something they are unable to understand until it is too late to rectify the situation.
In many cases, the woman will be a confirmed masochist, somebody who finds sexual pleasure in pain and degradation. Such a woman may be happily married and consider herself quite normal until she meets a man who can take advantage of her need for punishment and her desire for submission.
However, the matter cannot be dismissed quite that easy. There is something of the masochist in each of us, and most women have had the experience of submitting to the man they did not love, someone who appealed to them as one who could punish them for their sexual desires.
Such women feel guilty about sex, which their parents have told them is evil and sinister. Unable to enjoy sex and unwilling to give it up altogether, these unfortunate individuals will go out of their way to find a man who can treat them in the way they think just.
Many women learn from these experiences, going on to form healthier and more relationships, but others find that they can no longer live without the punishment and humiliation they have come to crave. It becomes an obsession with them, something they cannot drive out of their minds.
Thus, the following case histories have been designed to help fill the gaps in our knowledge of this fascinating and wide-spread phenomenon. It is hoped that they will help to educate the general adult reader, as well as provide stimulating entertainment.
CASE HISTORY ONE
Subject: Joan T. Age: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
Joan came to my office on referral from her parents. She was seventeen years old at the time of our first meeting, a tall, pleasant-looking blonde who was enrolled as a senior at the local high school.
I asked Joan a few general questions and discovered that she was the oldest of three children, having a brother of fourteen and a sister of eleven. Both her parents were alive and living together. I soon guessed that her problems did not involve her family life.
Joan told me that she had always been a good student, earning the kind of grades that her parents required of her. She would be graduating this year and hopefully going on to college with a scholarship. With three children it was difficult for her parents to pay for her tuition.
I asked Joan if she got on well with the rest of her family and she answered in the affirmative. Her younger brother and sister looked up to her and often went to her for advice. She considered her parents rather strict and old-fashioned but otherwise had nothing to complain about in that area.
Joan was majoring in biology and intended to go on to medical school and become a doctor. Her parents had encouraged her along these lines and she was not at all intimidated by the idea of spending eight or nine years on college and medical school.
I found Joan to be a pleasant and articulate girl, although somewhat timid about talking to me. I asked her to lie down on the couch and tell me what specific problem had brought her to my offices. Joan lay down on the couch and told her story in the following words.
Well, Doctor, I really don't know how to begin telling you all the terrible things that have happened to me over the last few months.
It all seems like a nightmare to me, something that I still can't believe myself.
As I've told you, I always worked hard in school and make sure that my grades put me right at the top of the class. We don't have a hell of a lot of money and I knew that it would be a strain for my parents to put me through college if I didn't win some sort of scholarship.
You see, my father never had a chance to go to college and as a result he's been locked into a job that he doesn't like very much, something not equal to his talents. Thus, he's always wanted to make sure that I had the opportunity that's been denied to him.
So, I've studied hard ever since I can remember and I've had a lot of luck in my studies. I got interested in biology in my first year of high school and I've stayed with it ever since. If everything continues to go well, I'll be a pre-med major and then go on to become a doctor.
I was pretty happy studying hard and pleasing my parents but it never left me much time to develop a social life. The boys have been interested in me ever since my body started to develop but I've never really had the time to go out on dates, if you know what I mean.
I mean, I come home from school and then I have to hit the books. I am no genius and I have to study pretty hard to get my grades. That involves a certain degree of sacrifice on my part, but now that all this stuff has happened, I wonder if it was all worthwhile.
Let's see, my problems really started just this year. I was kind of envious of my other girl friends, who seemed to have all the time in the world to think about boys, while I was stuck home or in the library studying. But it wasn't my girl friends who gave me a hard time about my studying, not by a long shot.
No, there was this one boy at school who got a crush on me earlier this year. His name is Jeff Robertson and I couldn't understand why he'd even be interested in me. I know that I'm fairly attractive, but there are so many other good-looking girls at school.
In any case, Jeff was a really funny character, a kid who fancied himself a real hoodlum. He dressed in tight black jeans and leather jackets and hangs around with a bunch of kids who are all going to end up in jail someday as sure as I'm sitting here before you.
Well, you realize that I never could accept Jeff's offer to go out on a date with him. My parents would have given me hell for hanging out with a tough guy like him and I really didn't want to neglect my studies in any case, even if he had been nicer and cleaner.
Jeff didn't take it too well all the times I refused to go out with him. He used to hang around me at school, telling me all sorts of things, threatening to do terrible things to me if I continued to refuse his offer. I guess I didn't take him very seriously at first, but I soon found out that he wasn't kidding about those threats.
One day I had stayed late at school, studying in the library. I started for home and it was already dark outside. That didn't worry me at first, since I go home like that all the time, but this particular night, things were going to be different, as I soon discovered.
I was walking past these garden apartments that they put up a few years ago and suddenly I felt somebody walking behind me. Ordinarily that wouldn't bother me either, but this time I had a premonition that something was wrong, that something terrible was about to happen to me.
I turned around and saw that it was Jeff Robertson who was following me. That struck me as pretty strange but I said hello to him and made some comment about him following me. He stopped me where I was and started talking to me and then I found out what was on his mind.
It was late and there was nobody in the street and I started to get afraid of him. If it had only been an hour earlier there would have been all sorts of people on the street, heading home after work, but now we were all alone and I knew he was going to do something to me.
Jeff said that he wanted to talk to me, that I had been ignoring him for too long. I felt that he had a point there, considering that I never had been very nice to him. He asked me to follow him, which I did, until I saw that he was leading me to a basement.
But by then it was too late for me to protest. He was walking right behind me and even if I screamed for help, nobody was likely to hear me. No, I was stuck with him now, hoping that he wouldn't be too angry at me. There was just nothing I could do to protect myself from him.
This housing development was honeycombed with basement storage rooms and that's just where he took me. We walked into an open door and I could see that he had turned the place into some sort of clubhouse, having arranged all the furniture that people were no longer using. I had to admit that it looked like a very friendly and pleasant place to be.
After that, things started to get pretty frantic. Jeff sat down next to me and told me how I had shunned him for too long, that he was really mad at me for being such a prude.
He didn't use those words, but I'd be too ashamed to repeat all the curses and nasty things he said to me.
Well, a few seconds later, I found exactly what was on his mind. Jeff took me in his arms and started to kiss me without giving me a chance to change my mind about him. I had never really disliked him but now I was angry that he was being so brutal to me, as you might well imagine.
Jeff placed his face up against mine and started kissing me, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I was pretty confused about things at that stage of the game. I mean, I was interested in boys, but I had had no experience at all with them, had been kissed only a few times before.
Well, I cooperated with him at first, for two reasons. First of all, I was interested in sex, and besides that, he really was a nice-looking boy, despite the way he tried to make himself appear. In any case, as I've said already, there wasn't much I could do to stop him.
I opened my mouth and let him stick his tongue into it, finding that I actually liked kissing him. If it had stayed at that, I wouldn't be here now, but he had all sorts of other things in mind. He kissed me for a few minutes longer and then I felt him grabbing for my tits. That's when I knew I was in for some big trouble with Jeff.
I let him feel me for a few minutes but that wasn't nearly enough to satisfy him. Jeff let go of my tits, having gotten me pretty excited and then told me just what was on his mind. He was now going to get even with me for ignoring him by giving me a blow-job.
I knew what that was, of course, even though I had never done anything of the sort before. I guess I got pretty scared when he said it, but at the same time I almost felt like he was right. I mean, it was really wrong for a good-looking young girl like myself to have no sex life at all, especially when there were so many boys interested in me.
Jeff grabbed me by the shoulders and forced me to go down on my knees before him. I felt kind of humiliated when he did that, but it got even worse a few seconds later. Before I knew what was happening, he had opened his pants and pulled his prick out, shoving it right into my face.
I grabbed his prick with my right hand and began to stroke it gently, not really knowing how to turn him on. I guess I made a mental decision to go through with the whole thing, to do what he wanted and then get away from him as quickly as I could. That made a lot of sense to me.
His prick started to get hard as I was stroking it and then it was time to take the big thing into my mouth. I had never seen an erect prick before, but I was rather surprised at how long and thick it was. I could have sworn that his prick was a full eight inches in length.
Anyway, I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, letting his thick cock slide between my lips. I had to stretch my jaw and lips to take him in but it wasn't really uncomfortable. The only thing I didn't like about the whole thing was that he was forcing me, giving me no chance to make up my own mind about what I wanted to do with him.
Well, I started to suck on his cock, not knowing what I was doing, but trying to make the best of it. I could see that it wasn't going to take much to satisfy him, which made me feel a lot less scared. I knew a lot about sex, but only from reading and studying about it.
I began to drag my tongue back and forth over the head of his prick, learning as I went along. Everything I did seemed to turn him on pretty well but there were certain things that seemed to drive him out of his mind with lust. I was actually proud of my ability to turn him on.
I let his cock slide a little further into my mouth and then I felt the big thing banging up against my throat. It triggered my gag reflex, but I got used to it rather quickly, learning to ignore my choking and to regulate my breathing to the pace of his thrusts into my mouth.
Well, he kept that up for a few minutes, shoving his prick into my mouth and trying to hurt me with it. But I was pretty cool about the whole thing, realizing that he wasn't quite as tough as he came on, that actually he needed me far more than I needed him.
I don't remember everything that happened but I do know that I got better and better at sucking his cock. I would bite into it gently and then suck it deeper into my throat, noticing that he was getting hot and bothered by the minute. I knew that he would ejaculate rather soon but I wasn't at all scared of swallowing his come.
I grabbed his balls with my right hand, finally admitting to myself that I was rather glad that he had forced me to blow him. I mean, I had no sexual experience at all and probably wouldn't have had any to this day except for him. In a strange way I felt very grateful towards Jeff.
A few minutes later I could feel a few drops of come leaking out of his prick and knew that pretty soon he would be ready to shoot his load, right into my mouth. I kept sucking his cock and doing everything in my power to turn him on, glad that it would all be over so soon. Then maybe he would let me go home and think about what had happened.
He started to shove his prick into my mouth harder and faster, making it very difficult to service his huge thick cock. But I held onto it as well as I could, biting into the big thing occasionally to keep it in position. I figured that the whole thing would be over in a matter of seconds.
Then he shoved the thing into my mouth for the last time and let it erupt inside me. I felt a flood of come washing into me but I gulped down the hot juices as fast as he could produce them, not at all intimidated by his orgasm.
As soon as he was done coming, he let me get up and go home, saying that he would see me at school the following day at which time we could make another appointment. I didn't know whether I was mad at him or not, so I just said goodbye and then walked the rest of the way to my house.
That's about all that happend the first time, Doctor. I didn't tell my parents, of course, knowing that they would want to send him to jail or something equally ridiculous.
I listened to Joan's story and then asked her several questions about it, wanting to know if she had told me the entire truth or a convenient lie. She insisted that every detail was correct, that she had not added or left out a single thing in telling me her story.
I then asked if she liked the boy and she answered in the affirmative, saying that she had discovered that he was much nicer than he pretended to be. There was no possibility of telling her parents about the affair and she would appreciate it if I kept the whole thing confidential.
I told Joan that I always treated my patients in that manner, that I had no intention of telling her parents a thing unless I cleared it with her first. She thanked me for my kindness and then told me that she would be glad to come back and tell me more about her sexual experiences.
I told Joan that we had gone far enough for a single session and that I wanted her to come back the following Monday and tell me more about her relationship with her boyfriend. We then parted on very good terms.
INTERVIEW TWO
Joan arrived at my office at the specified time, having come directly from school. I could see that there was something on her mind, but she seemed far too shy to tell me about it at first. I asked her if she had continued to see her boyfriend and she nodded her head in affirmation.
I asked Joan a few more questions about her family life, wondering how she had managed to grow so distant from her parents. She informed me that she had always been secretive with them, considering it her privilege as long as she kept them happy by getting good marks in school.
Her parents were willing not to ask any questions, although she was sure that they would be mortified if they knew that she had lost her virginity at the age of seventeen. I had not realized that their relationship had gone so far and asked Joan to fill me in on the details.
Joan lay on the couch, thought things over for a few minutes, and then continued her story in these words.
Well, Doctor, I already told you that I was of two minds about this whole thing. I mean, I had had a good time with Jeff but I didn't like the fact that he had taken advantage of me. I met him at school the next day and I could see that he already thought of me as his girl friend, something that surprised me, all in all.
He put his arm around me outside school, where all his friends could see that he was doing it. It made me embarrassed and proud at the same time. I knew that a lot of the other girls thought that he was rather attractive, but I still wasn't sure that I really wanted to get involved with him.
But Jeff knew exactly what he wanted from me and just how to get it. He hung around school with me all day and then told me that it was about time I lost my virginity. I was kind of shocked to hear him say that, but at the same time I knew that he was perfectly right.
We talked about it at lunch and then he told me that I was to meet him in the same place, right after school. That way we would have plenty of time to fuck and then get home before my parents got suspicious. I was surprised to find myself agreeing and going along with him.
It's strange, but just a a week earlier I would have done anything rather than fuck a boy like that. But I guess I liked the fact that he was so forceful, that he could dominate me so easily. It made me feel weak and young and helpless, which in turn made me feel very sensual and feminine.
Anyway, I left school without going to the library and then met him down in the basement. It was daylight of course so I was very careful about not letting anybody see me. I felt like a real criminal, something else that turned me on, considering how dull my life had been before meeting Jeff.
Jeff showed up a few minutes after I did. He looked very handsome and strong that day, as if he was not going to give me any chance to refuse him. I didn't think I was ready to go all the way with him, but it didn't look like he was going to give me any choice in the matter.
Jeff told me to get out of my clothing, something that made me rather embarrassed. I had never been naked with a boy before but this time I got right out of my clothing, knowing that he would rip it off my body if I tried to resist. I guess you could say that the whole thing was nothing more than a case of rape, rather than seduction.
In any case, I was out of my clothing in a few seconds and he hurried to join me. I could see that his prick was already hard, but he made me suck it for a few minutes, telling me that he had to be fully erect in order to take my virginity without hurting me too badly.
Well, I sucked his cock for a few minutes and then his prick was as hard as a bar of iron. It was strange that I was enjoying the whole thing so much. I mean, I was afraid of him and turned on by him at the same time, something that I could not understand no matter how hard I tried to do so.
Then he made me lie down on the couch, flat on my back. He stood over me for a few minutes, staring at my body and making me feel rather nervous. He was very strong and masterful with me, however, and I soon was able to relax, knowing that it was going to happen no matter what I thought about it.
Then he started to play with my pussy, no longer saying a word to me. I got good and wet as soon as he shoved one of his fingers into me. It felt really good, even though I knew that it was going to hurt later, as soon as he forced the huge weapon into my virgin slit.
Anyway, he waited until my cunt was good and wet and then he told me it was time for him to fuck me. I spread my legs as wide as they would go and then he got right on top of me, guiding his prick into position with his strong right hand, banging it right against the opening of my pussy.
Then I felt his prick sliding into my body at last. It felt good for the first few seconds but then he came up against the unseen barrier of my intact maidenhead. Then it started to hurt me. I felt that his prick was just too large, that he would split me in two and make me bleed. But as I've said, I was helpless to protect myself.
Then he leaned his weight into me and I felt his prick splitting my cherry, moving all the way into my pussy. It hurt terribly at first but then I started to like it, as soon as he got all the way into my twat. I wasn't bleeding, but I knew that I would be eventually.
Strange as it may sound, it felt really great to have his prick inside me. I had been waiting a long time to find out about sex and now I was getting it all in one lesson. I let him fuck me for a few minutes and then found that I was beginning to react to his ardent caresses.
I started to move around a little beneath him, feeling my tits getting crushed against his wiry chest. His hair tickled me and made my nipples stand up straight and puckered but that only served to turn me on further. I began to wonder if he would be glad to bring me to orgasm the first time we fucked, something that would really be great for me.
A few minutes later I realized that that was exactly what was going to happen. My body began to get stiff and then I could feel a fire inside my cunt. I continued to move with him, finding that he was being very gentle with me, all things considered.
Then it started to happen to me, suddenly and without warning. My cunt began to contract around the prick that was filling it to capacity and then my whole body went out of control. I felt the fluids pouring out of my cunt and then I went blank. My orgasm was over in a few seconds and I knew that I was having a really good time with Jeff.
It was really great to be with him like that, but I soon realized that I wasn't doing anything to turn him on. I could feel the veins bulging on his huge dick, could actually feel the throbbing of his pulse. That told me that he was pretty close to firing his wad inside me.
I wrapped my arms around his muscular back and tried to draw his prick further into my pussy. I felt really great now that I had come, much better lubricated than ever before. It was fun to move with him, to make him moan with ecstasy as he got closer and closer to his orgasm.
Then he started to fuck me harder and faster, really socking it to me. My cunt felt like it was being torn in two, but I liked the sensation. Maybe I was being a masochist about the whole thing, but the fact was that I was enjoying myself every bit as much as Jeff was.
A few minutes later I knew he would come. His face was red and covered with sweat and I could see that his endurance was beginning to wane. That was fine with me, since I was getting real sore inside, wondering how much more I could take before I burst into tears.
He finally shoved his cock into me for the last time and let the juices flood into my box. It felt great to have him doing that to me but it was all over so soon that I was disappointed. I would have liked to stay and fuck him again but I knew that my parents would get suspicious if I didn't hurry up and get home before supper.
We got dressed a few minutes after that and then he told me to go home. We would meet at school the next day and then we would fuck again the following night.
I asked Joan to tell me more about her relationship with her boyfriend, wondering if Jeff had any feeling for the girl or was just using her for her body. She thought about it for a few minutes and then told me that she could not possibly know for sure and didn't really care.
She loved Jeff, loved the way he treated her, even if he didn't care as much about her as she did about him. In any case, their relationship was already an accomplished fact and nothing was going to keep her away from him as long as she could keep their affair secret.
Joan went on to tell me how she had been neglecting her schoolwork ever since her affair with Jeff had been initiated. She knew that that was a mistake but she could not remain interested in her studies, now that her life had become so much more interesting and exciting.
I told Joan that she should be careful with a boy like Jeff. I did not know him personally but I was quite certain that he had little care of her happiness. Joan smiled when I said that, explaining that it just didn't matter anymore, as long as he continued to turn her on in bed.
I then dismissed Joan for the day, repeating my promise not to tell her parents about her affair. She thanked me for listening to her problems and then we made an appointment to have another session the following Wednesday.
INTERVIEW THREE
Joan arrived at my office at the specified time, looking confused and unsure of herself. I asked her to sit down and tell me exactly what was on her mind, but she was quite reticent about talking to me at first, evidently worried about confiding in me any longer.
I asked Joan if she had returned to her formerly studious ways and she answered in the negative, saying that her parents were in for an unpleasant surprise when they received her next report card. She didn't think that it would jeopardize her chances to get into college, however.
I could see that something was bothering Joan, so I asked her to lie down on the couch and tell me about her problems. She went over to the couch and reclined for a few minutes, evidently trying to gather her thoughts, or perhaps wondering if she could really trust me.
Joan lay down for a few minutes, arranged her skirt around her knees, and then told me her story in these words.
I just don't know what to do about things anymore, Doctor. I thought that I had made the right decision in going to bed with Jeff, and maybe I did, but now I can't be certain. But let me tell you about it from the beginning and then maybe you'll be able to help me make up my mind.
I met Jeff at school the next day and he seemed to think that he owned me completely. It was nice in a way to hang around with him, since I had never had a boyfriend at all, but I didn't like the fact that all his friends were around, staring at me so knowingly.
That meant that he must have told them about what we had done together, something that was very unfair to me. A girl with a bad reputation is really up the creek at school and I just didn't want to have that happen to me, for my parents' sake if for no other reason.
Anyway, we met that night at the usual place and I told him my suspicions, expecting that he would deny them. But Jeff answered me immediately, saying that he had told his friends and was not sorry for doing so. In fact, he would expect me to put out for them someday, after I had a little more experience fucking him.
I told him that I had no intention of doing anything of the sort and that got him really angry. He actually hit me at that point, slapping me across the face and almost making me burst into tears. He went on to say that I would have to put out and like it. He and his friends share everything among themselves, especially their girl friends.
I didn't argue the point any further, figuring that I had to think about it on my own. I asked him to let me go home at that point but he just laughed at me and told me that he had a few things he wanted to do to me first. I knew then that he was up to no good.
Jeff told me to get undressed, which I did immediately. He got out of his clothing with alacrity and then told me that he was going to fuck me up the ass, something that filled my heart with terror. After all, I had just lost my virginity a few days before that.
Jeff made me suck his prick for a few minutes, shoving it deep into my throat and forcing me to swallow the full length of the huge thing. I thought that I was going to puke but he only made me do it for a few minutes. Then he forced me to turn over, to go down on my hands and knees on the couch.
I did that right away and then he stuck his fingers into my cunt and asshole, explaining that he was lubricating me so it would be easy to cornhole me. At that point I realized what a mistake I had made in falling for him but it was far too late for me to be able to save myself.
Well, after a few minutes he was ready to fuck me up the ass. I was dripping wet back there and his prick was hard as a bar of iron. I held my buttocks as far apart as they would go, knowing that I was in for a pretty painful experience as soon as he started to cornhole me.
He spread my cheeks even further and then started to force his huge prick into me. It didn't hurt at first but then I realized that there was no way he could stuff that big prick into my tight asshole without really killing me. I tried to ask him to stop but he just wouldn't listen to me.
I held my breath as I felt his cock sliding deeper into my unprotected asshole. It hurt like hell but he was only halfway into me. I closed my eyes and tried to think about other things but there was no way I could ignore the way his prick was penetrating my virgin asshole.
He leaned his weight forward, forcing most of the rest of his cock inside me. I felt like candy on a stick, as if he could have picked me up and carried me around the room suspended on the tip of his huge prick. I started to cry at that point, but that only served to make him laugh at me and tell me what a baby I was.
The he leaned back and started to spank me as his prick continued to wreak havoc deep inside my asshole. I wasn't bleeding, but every muscle in my body was starting to ache and go stiff on me. I didn't know how much more I could take, especially since he was hitting me pretty hard and cursing me as he did so.
He kept spanking me and fucking me at the same time and I began to cry uncontrollably. I soon discovered that the more crying I did, the worse he was going to treat me. I bit back my tears and tried to console myself with the fact that it would all be over in just a few more minutes. It never had taken him long to come in the past.
Then he finally stopped slapping my ass and concentrated on fucking me. The pain wasn't so bad anymore but I really resented my helplessness and the way he was degrading me. I would have done anything for him, even that, but I couldn't take the way he kept putting me down.
I felt his hands reaching around and starting to play with my tits, something that made it even worse for me. There was no way that he was going to turn me on while buggering me and I was pretty sure he was doing it to show what a subservient position he had forced me into.
He played with my tits for a few minutes longer and then let go of them. My nipples had reacted to his caresses but all I could think of was the pain and humiliation he was causing me. I knew it would be over soon and that things would never be the same between us again.
The thought of going to bed with any of his disgusting friends was enough to send me into hysterics. They were a horrible bunch of boys, and so were their girl friends, all the sluts of the school. I couldn't see myself hanging around with people like that, to say the very least.
He grabbed for my cunt at that point, brushing his fingers back and forth over my labia and then gripping my clitoris between his thumb and forefinger. Ordinarily that would have-turned me on but now it didn't do a thing for me except make me more aware of the way he was using me:
I began .to panic at that point, talking to Jeff and trying to get him to stop fucking me up the ass. I promised to blow him or fuck him or do anything else be wanted, if only he would stop hurting me so badly. The only thing he did was laugh at me as soon as I had spoken.
I stopped talking after that, not wanting to let myself in for any' further humiliation. I sat there with' his prick sliding in and out of my asshole, trying to pretend that it was all happening to somebody else. Then he slowed down the pace a little, evidently deciding that he had not yet had nearly enough fun with me.
It. was even worse when he would fuck me slowly, pulling his cock almost all the way out of my asshole so that only the very tip remained embedded in my body. Then he would slam it in again as hard as he could, almost causing me to fall flat on my face from the violence of his strokes.
He kept doing that for a full five minutes. By that point, my asshole had dried out completely and it was hurting worse than ever. It must have hurt him, too, but he never stopped for a minute. It was then that I realized that he was a true sadist, that I was in for worse things if I stayed with Jeff.
Jeff started to fuck me harder and faster at that point, and I knew that he was getting closer to his orgasm. I wanted him to hurry up and finish but at the same time things were getting more painful for me. I knew that it would hurt like hell when he finally came in my asshole.
Well, it was all over a few minutes later, but not until I had been completely humiliated. Jeff started to talk to me at that point, telling me about all the things he was going to make me do with his friends. That hurt more than his prick since I had deceived myself into thinking that he really cared for me, something I now knew was not true.
I can't even repeat all the things he said, but they were enough to unnerve me completely. He was shouting right in my ear so I had to listen to his plans. I didn't know what to do about it but then I remembered that I still had you to confide in.
So, he shoved his prick into me one more time and then I felt it exploding deep in my asshole. It hurt like hell at first but then his semen soothed my irritated tissues. His prick got soft almost immediately and then he ripped it out of my body, giving me a hard slap across the ass for good measure. I couldn't wait to get away from him.
Then he allowed me to get into my clothing and go home at last. I was crying but I made sure to look normal by the time my parents opened the door to let me in. I still didn't want them to know about what I was doing with him.
That's about all that happened, Doctor. It was only two days ago and I haven t gone to school since. I mean, I'm scared to see him again but I don't dare tell my parents. You've got to help me get out of this mess.
CONCLUSION
I told Joan not to worry about a thing, that I would find some way to get Jeff to stop molesting her. I made sure that she realized that the whole thing was as much her fault as his, that she could not continue to get involved with that sort of person again.
I managed to end their relationship without telling Joan's parents that it had ever existed. I called the school and had a long talk with the principal, after which he agreed to have Jeff transferred to another school. I was then satisfied that Joan would never see him again.
Joan remained in analysis for another six months, during which time we continually discussed her masochistic propensities. There has been no recurrence of her affair with Jeff and I am sure she will be more careful in the future.
CASE HISTORY TWO
Subject: Ellen P. Age: Thirty-eight
INTERVIEW ONE
Ellen P. came to my office without referral, explaining that she had passed it several times on her way to and from her house, which was located only a few blocks away. She had seen the sign on the door and decided to ask my assistance now that she was suffering certain emotional difficulties.
Ellen was a tall woman of thirty-eight years of age, rather attractive, but dressed in a slovenly manner. She wore no makeup and seemed to want to blend with her surroundings in order to maintain her privacy.
It was hard to hear what Ellen was saying, but I soon discovered that she was a single woman, who had lived alone for the past fifteen years. Before that she had lived with her parents but now they had retired and moved to another part of the country, so she saw them quite rarely.
I asked Ellen why she had never married and she was quite evasive in telling me that she did not have any great love for men, that she considered romance a waste of time. She had never been particularly interested in men, until something had happened to change her mind.
I realized that Ellen's problems probably related to sex in some manner. She told me that she was not a virgin but until quite recently had not been with a man in years. I was quite curious about her problems and soon asked her to describe them in detail.
Ellen lay down on the couch, took a few minutes to relax, and then told her story in these words.
Let me tell you a little more about myself, Doctor. I have lived alone since my parents threw me out of the house. They had discovered that I was making it with a young man and were disgraced that I had lost my virginity before getting married and settling down.
They were always rather strict and moralistic with me, but I could accept that about them. In fact, it had its effect on me. I felt terribly guilty about fucking and vowed to myself that I would win their forgiveness by avoiding men to the best of my ability.
My parents were well off for as long as I can remember. My father is a sales representative, which meant that he was out of the house for extended periods of time when I was a child. I had no brothers or sisters and my mother worked also, leaving me alone for most of the time. I soon grew into a reticent and private type of person.
Even though my parents condemned me for losing my virginity, they continued to support me. I get a check from them every week, just like clockwork, and it's enough for me to live on without working. But I take part-time jobs occasionally, to earn a little extra spending money and to give me something to do with my time.
It's gone on like that for as long as I can remember and I didn't think I had anything to complain about. My first sexual experiences faded rather rapidly in my mind and I was content to live without men. I guess there are women like me all over the world.
I work at a variety of jobs, mostly secretarial work since I took a commercial course in high school. I guess when I was younger I still wanted to have sex, but now that I'm an older women I thought that it was all behind me, at least until the things that happened between me and Bill.
I suppose I might as well tell you about Bill right off the bat He's the one who changed everything for me, took me away from my former lifestyle. To this day I have no idea whether it was good for me to know him, but now that it's happened that's a pretty moot question.
Anyway, I met Bill at a time when I wasn't working. I live right near him in a small furnished apartment. It's not exactly a palace but it's certainly big enough for my needs. The rent is low and I have a lot of privacy there, something that I've become accustomed to over the years.
In any case, I was redecorating my apartment, something I do every couple of years, just for a change. I'm not really concerned about furniture and things like that but it does give me a lot to think about. Otherwise, since I have no particular hobby, I would get rather bored.
Anyway, one day I stayed home rather than going for a walk as I generally do. I was expecting a delivery from the department store of some of the furniture that I had ordered. I knew that it would come sometime in the morning so I just hung around the house waiting patiently.
About eleven in the morning there was a knock on the door and I figured it had to be the delivery men. Nobody else ever came to visit me except the woman I have in to clean once in a while. I guess you must think it pretty strange for me to have no friends, but I never did like getting involved with people, if you know what I mean.
I opened the door and saw that they had sent only one man over to see me. He was sweating heavily, carrying a great deal of freight on this particularly hot and sweltering day. I helped him with his packages but I could see that the man was in a bad mood at having to work so hard.
Well, we got the packages into the house and I gave the man what I considered to be a rather generous tip. He was a young fellow, perhaps twenty-five years old as far as I could tell and rather handsome as well. I figured that it would be nice if I offered to let him stay and have a beer before he had to go back to his delivery truck.
Bill sat down and let me serve him. He was a big, strong fellow with a florid complexion, the type of man who looks like he's going to die of apoplexy at any minute. But he sat down and had his beer, looking at me all the while, evidently sizing me up and seeing what kind of woman I was.
I suppose I found Bill attractive right from the start. This was just a few months ago and I had started to get worried about the way I was aging. I knew that I'm getting old and unattractive, but I had never let that bother me before. Now I felt that life was passing me by, that I was never going to have any fun anymore.
Bill was sitting next to me on the couch. He hardly talked to me at all for the first few minutes, just sipped his beer and complained about how hard he worked. I found out that he was single, uneducated and unsatisfied with his way of life, pretty similar to myself, all in all.
Anyway, Bill kept staring at me and I knew that he had something on his mind. Remember, I had not been with a man in years so I really didn't know how to react to him. I was flattered and frightened at the same time, worried that he would try to seduce me or something like that.
Bill slid a little closer to me on the couch and then I felt his arm being wrapped around my shoulder. He was looking around the apartment and he seemed annoyed that I had things so easy, that he had to break his back delivering all those packages to a lazy, unemployed woman.
He muttered something along those lines, but by that stage of the game he had already polished off four cans of beer and it was pretty difficult to understand just what he was saying. I knew then that he was going to rape me but there wasn't too much I could do about it.
As he held me closer and closer to his strong sweating body, I thought of the way my parents had reacted to the first time I had told them about my sexual experiences. I came to my senses immediately, realizing that it was wrong and immoral of me to go to bed with a man who was a complete stranger. I tried to get up but he would not hear of it
"don't pull any of that crap on me," Bill said in an angry tone of voice. "I know women like you and what you need is a good lay, something I'm just about to give you."
"No, don't do that," I pleaded with him. "I'll give you some money. I'll give you anything but that"
Bill's only reply was to laugh in my face and pull me even closer to his body. He had a strong aroma about him, not really unpleasant and I found that he was far too strong to handle. I guess I could have screamed for help but I would have felt pretty bad being caught in that kind of position.
In any case, he was so strong and imperious that I was actually afraid of him. He looked like a violent and hot-tempered man and I figured that it would be best to submit to him and then hope he would leave me alone. I didn't know what I was getting myself into, I suppose.
In any case, he didn't really give much of a chance to defend myself. I let Bill kiss me and then he immediately started to grab for my tits, ripping at my clothing and shouting in my ear all the things he was going to do to me. I felt rather embarrassed hearing his language but that turned out to be the very least of my worries.
Bill got me naked rather rapidly, all things considered. I was out of my clothing in no time at all and then he got off the couch and ordered me to lead him to my bedroom. I was embarrassed at being naked with him but didn't dare to do anything that would get him even angrier at me.
Once we were in the bedroom together Bill took off his own garments and told me to lie down flat on my back. I had not been with a man in a long time but I knew what he wanted of me Like I told you before, I was flattered that a young man like him would find me so attractive.
I lay down on my stomach and then realized that I was making a mistake. Bill yelled at me, calling me a stupid bitch and then I felt his hard, flat palm crashing down onto my buttocks. It reminded me of the spankings that I used to get from my mother when I was a child.
It seemed so strange and unreal to me that I didn't even complain about what he was doing. His hand crashed down into my ass again and again and then I could no longer ignore the pain he was inflicting on me, even if I thought I deserved it for putting out so easily for a stranger.
Bill continued to spank me for several minutes, until the pain started to get terribly intense. I begged him to stop but he just kept laughing and telling me what a good time I was having, how lucky I was to find a man who wanted me. I guess I could see the justice in his words, for I just lay there with no inclination to protect myself from him.
He stopped spanking me after awhile and told me to turn over if I didn't want to be hit anymore. I did what he told me and then noticed that his prick had risen to a full state of erection. He must have been turned on from spanking me, something I had not thought of before.
In any case, he got right on top of me, giving me no chance to get ready for him. I had not been with a man in a long time but I could see that his prick was larger than any I had ever serviced before. I wondered how that huge thing was going to fit into my neglected pussy.
Bill mounted me and then forced his prick between my labia, giving me no chance to resist. I felt like he was tearing me in half but once he got most of his prick inside me it didn't hurt too much anymore. In fact, a few seconds later I started to react to his ardent caresses.
I guess I liked the idea that he was punishing me and fucking me at the same time. I have a strong sense of morality as a result of the way my parents raised me and I knew that it was wrong of me to invite him into the house in the first place. I deserved whatever punishment he meted out to me.
He was fucking me only for his own pleasure but at the same time he was turning me on like never before. One of the reasons I had found it so easy to do without sex was that I didn't like my few experiences in that field. But this was a horse of a different color, to say the very least.
A few minutes later I knew that I was going to come. He was lying on top of me, crushing me with his heavy body but my cunt was absolutely on fire. I held my breath as I felt my orgasm come over me, knowing that in a few seconds I would be spilling my juices all over his cock and balls.
A few more strokes of his huge prick brought me right over the verge. I closed my eyes and let my orgasm run through my entire body. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before and I knew that I was his for the asking, that I would fuck him again any time he wanted me.
But first he had to have his orgasm, something that happened only a few seconds later. Bill shoved his prick into me again and again and then I felt his muscles starting to contract. All the while, he never said a word to me, but then I felt his prick exploding within my cunt.
I sat there and waited for him to finish his orgasm, wondering how he would treat me afterwards. Then he pulled his prick out of me and told me that he needed some money. Without thinking of what I was doing, I reached for my handbag and gave him most of the the money I had.
Then he dressed himself and got out of the house, telling me that he would be back the following day to fuck me again. I dressed myself after he left and wondered how it had all happened to me. I was a little worried but could not deny that I had had a hell of a good time with him.
I listened to Ellen's story and immediately asked her some questions about her childhood. She said that her parents had been terribly strict with her, particularly her mother, who seemed to take a positive pleasure in abusing her. Her childhood had consisted of punishment and discipline with only a small admixture of love and affection.
Ellen thought that her childhood and upbringing were perfectly normal, that all parents treated their children in that manner. I tried to explain to her the causes of her masochism but she didn't seem to get the point at all, insisting that she deserved any punishment she received.
I went on to say that Ellen was a masochist, a woman who felt that she deserved to be treated as badly as possible. She told me that she had heard the word before but had never thought to apply it to her own case.
I then decided that we had gone far enough for a single session and asked Ellen to return to my office on the following day so that we could continue her treatment.
INTERVIEW TWO
Ellen arrived at my office at the specified time, looking as slovenly and absent-minded as ever. I asked her to tell me about her first lover and she stated that he was a man who had beeen several years older than herself, somebody she had met during a summer job.
He had seduced her and then abandoned her completely, after which she had had a scene with her parents. Given this introduction to sex, I did not find it hard to understand her masochistic feelings. I tried to explain this to her but she seemed not to understand at all.
I did not know what to do about Ellen but figured that it would be best for me to defer judgment until I had learned more about her character and experiences. I told her to lie down on the couch and tell me what had happened during her next meeting with Bill.
Ellen lay down on the couch, thought things over for a moment, and then continued her story in these words.
Well Doctor, it's funny the way I felt after that first time with Bill. He hadn't treated me very well but he had turned me on at the same time. I guess I liked the fact that he didn't care about roe at all, but was just using me for my body, in order to gratify his lust.
He showed up the following day and this time I could see that he already thought of me as his mistress. I had waited around the house for him, feeling a great deal of excitement at the thought of his visit In any case, there was no thought in my mind of not being there when he came.
Bill walked in as if he owned the place, ordering me to go to the refrigerator and get him a beer. I brought the beer and then he asked me for some hard liquor, something that I happened to have a bottle of around the house. I drink only occasionally but I always keep a bottle handy.
Bill got good and drunk and then he started to abuse me verbally. I had told him about myself and the way I lived and he seemed to think that was terrible. He had to work for a living while I was sitting there waiting for my parents to kick off so that I could inherit their money! He thought that was unfair and I guess I agreed with him.
Then he got even angrier at me, for no apparent reason that I could see. I didn't know much about Bill but I could see that he had a grudge against the whole female sex. Probably some woman had given him a hard time when he was younger and he meant to take out his frustrations on me.
We went into the bedroom together and Bill told me to get out of my clothing. I was really afraid of him this time, drunk as he was, but I didn't dare disobey him, knowing that I would only make things worse for myself by doing so. Besides, I was pretty anxious to have him fuck me again.
Once I was naked, Bill took his belt off his pants and held it threateningly in his hands. He ordered me to go down on my hands and knees and then I knew just what he was going to do to me. That spanking he had given me the first time was just the beginning of my continuing punishment.
I asked Bill to take it easy on me but soon discovered that he had no intention of doing so. He held the belt coiled in his hand and then I turned my head away from him, bending it down to the floor. He was going to beat me but I didn't feel that I had to watch him doing it.
He made me wait for a few seconds and then I felt an incredible searing pain across my buttocks as his belt dug into my skin. I hurt like shit but there was nothing I could do to protect myself. I had to sit there and take it if I ever expected him to fuck me again.
Bill continued to whip me for a few minutes longer. He didn't do me any real damage, but he kept cursing at me and telling me that that was just the beginning, that he had all sorts of other things in store for me. I got rather frightened hearing him talk to me like that.
Then he stopped beating me and got down into position behind me. I thought he was going to fuck me up the ass, but didn't say a word about it, knowing that anything I told him would only increase his anger. A few seconds later I realized that I was going to get off easier than that, that he was only going to fuck me from the rear.
Bill worked his prick into my cunt and I was surprised to see how easily it fit into me this time. It was either because of the new position or because I had been turned on by the way he had hit me. I guess you were right in telling me that pain turns me on with a man.
But that's all beside the point. Bill shoved his prick right into my cunt, giving me no chance to get ready for him. The big thing was soon buried to the hilt and I knew that he would bring me to orgasm in record time. My whole body felt young and healthy and alive and I hardly felt the pain any longer from the way he had whipped me.
I arched my back to allow him to shove his prick into me even deeper, knowing that he would appreciate the gesture. He didn't say a word to me but I could feel the way his muscles were contracting. That showed me that he liked fucking me as much as he enjoyed making me squirm with pain.
In any case, he worked his prick all the way into my cunt and then I could feel his wiry black pubic hair digging into my buttocks and asshole. I held my position, feeling myself moving closer and closer to the point of orgasm, amazed at the ease with which he could turn me on.
Pretty soon my orgasm arrived, right on schedule. I was down on my hands and knees and his cock was driving me out of my mind with lust and desire. He kept fucking me so hard that I didn't know how he could keep it up but that didn't bother me anymore, as long as he kept turning me on.
Then my orgasm finally came to me, just as my cunt started to hurt from all the friction he had created. I let myself relax and abandoned myself completely to the sensations that were starting to wreak my tired body. It turned out to be the best orgasm I had ever experienced.
I felt my cunt starting to contract around his prick and then I sort of went blank, not knowing any longer what was happening to me. My orgasm lasted for quite awhile, until I thought I was going to pass out for real, but then my passion finally began to subside a little.
Bill must have been annoyed at my sensuality because he started to fuck me even harder than before. He was using his prick as a weapon now, forcing it into me so hard that it was not easy for me to keep my balance. I wondered how much longer it would take him to get his rocks off, to fill my cunt with another huge load of come.
Bill kept fucking me hard and fast, cursing me under his breath. I found that very stimulating and began to wonder if I would have my second orgasm before he had his first. But then I could feel him shoving his prick in for the last time and knew that it would all be over soon.
He came inside me a few seconds later, leaving me completely hung up. My body was aching but I wanted to come again, wanted him to keep shoving his prick into my cunt. He laughed at me as he pulled his cock away, saying that I would have to wait for the next time we got together for that.
Then he asked me for some more money, but I told him that I had used the balance of my parents' money to pay the rent. He looked like he was going to beat me again, but then he just laughed and told me to stay home the next day because he would be coming to see me again.
I listened to Ellen's story, wondering what I would be able to do for the unfortunate woman. I figured that she should have started psychoanalysis years earlier, that it would take a long time for me to help her understand herself and deal adequately with her deep-rooted neuroses.
Ellen told me that she was pefectly satisfied with Bill, that he was the only man who had ever been able to turn her on in bed. She knew that he was using her for her money but that did not bother her any longer as long as she could count on him to continue his visits.
I then dismissed Ellen for the day, figuring that we had covered enough ground for the present. We made an appointment for the following Monday although I was still unsure of my ability to help the unfortunate woman. In any case, it was my professional duty to make the attempt.
INTERVIEW THREE
Ellen arrived at my office at the specified time, seeming to be in rather a good mood. I could not help noticing that she had been in better spirits since she had started her treatment but I knew that her mood had been more a result of her sex life than anything I had done for her.
Ellen told me a little more about her family life, explaining how she had been an only child who had lived completely under her mother's domination. Her father had been away from home most of the time, which left her entirely in her neurotic mother's hands.
Ellen had been mistreated terribly when she was a child, not permitted to have any friends to temper her misery. Her mother had been a strict and religious woman who thought of sex as a necessary evil and little more.
The lessons her mother had taught her had stayed with Ellen all the way through her adult life. Now she was in the power of a man who knew how to exploit her weaknesses and I didn't see how she was going to get away from him.
I asked Ellen to tell me more about her experiences with Bill. She lay down on the couch, relaxed for a moment and then told her story in the following words.
Well, Doctor, I thought about all those things you told me but it didn't seem to make any difference. The fact was, and still is, that I'm happy for the first time in my life. I know my parents would not approve of Bill but there was no way of their finding out about him.
They never came North to visit me and in any case, I'm sure that he would go out of his way to avoid them. He comes to see me almost every night now and I find that I feel younger and better than I have in ages. I know what you, think about this, but I can't change myself now.
As you might have noticed, I've begun to take far better care of myself since meeting Bill. I have somebody to dress up for now, somebody who cares about me in his own way. WeVe been getting along better and better and I know that he does love me.
I have plenty of money for both of us, so that doesn't present any problems at all. In fact, I could always go back to work since he's never around during the day. I talked it over with Bill and he thinks it is a good idea, so I guess I'll go out looking for a job one of these days. That will give me something to do with myself during the day.
Anyway, let me tell you about the last time I saw Bill. It was just a few nights ago, as a matter-of-fact, just after the last time I saw you. No, I haven't told Bill that I'm seeing you. I don't think he'd approve of my spending my money on doctors when I'm in such good physical health.
Bill came over at about seven in the evening, just after he was done with work. He was very tired and I asked him if he wanted to bathe before fucking me. I didn't want him to be so tired and weary when we were in bed together, as you might well imagine for yourself.
I took Bill into the bathroom and helped him get out of his clothing. Then I drew a hot tub for him and helped him climb into it. He really was exhausted, which made me feel even more guilty about my life of ease. I washed him off for a few minutes and I think he was pretty grateful for that.
In any case, it only took me a few minutes to get him relaxed. He lounged in the tub and then climbed out of it, looking fresh and healthy again. But he was still mad at me, this time for being so passive. He told me that any woman who let a man get away with things like he did to me deserved anything that was dished out to her.
So saying, he told me to get down on my hands and knees before him. I obeyed him unquestioningly, just as I have in the past. Then he stood before me and told me to start begging for his cock. If I begged and pleaded humbly enough, he would let me take the big thing into my mouth.
I sat up on my heels and put my hands in front of my chest, just like a dog begging for a bone. Bill laughed at that and told me that I was doing a good job. I couldn't help but notice that this prick was getting hard and firm just from the way he was managing to degrade and humiliate me.
Actually, I was able to think of the whole thing as a game that we were playing. I didn't think that he was humiliating me at all. I had never sucked my lover's cock before and the thought of his shoving it into my mouth and filling me with come was enough to get me completely stimulated.
Then he allowed me to move a little closer to him, so that my mouth was just a few tantalizing inches away from his huge stiffening cock. I tried to reach out for it but every time I did so, he would back up a little. I began to find the whole thing very frustrating.
We kept it up like that for awhile and then he began to curse at me again, which was worse than any beating I had ever received from my lover. He told me that I was a cheap whore, too ugly to work for money, that I was lucky he was condescending and allowing me to waste his time.
I didn't want to answer him but the words came out anyway. I told Bill that I loved him dearly, that I was willing to go on paying him for his lovemaking. I would do anything for him, worthless woman that I was. He laughed aloud when I said that but I could see that it had affected him, for he soon allowed me to take his cock into my mouth.
Anyway, he let me come close to him and then I had his prick in my mouth. It was great to have the big thing getting harder and stiffer as I worked it over with every possible combination of my lips, teeth and tongue. I knew that he could not hold out long under that kind of stimulation.
As soon as his prick got fully erect, Bill pulled it out of my mouth. That disappointed me but I soon saw what he had in mind. He held his prick in his right hand and then slapped me across the face with the huge thing, practically knocking me off my feet and onto the floor.
He wasn't doing it hard enough to do me any real harm, but I felt that it wasn't fair to stop me from sucking his cock after he had promised to let me do so. I complained about it but he kept whipping me across the face with the big thing, keeping me continually off-balance.
We went on like that for a few minutes and then I guess he got too horny to resist me any longer. He went and sat down on the couch and told me to go down on my hands and knees before him so that he could fuck my mouth as if it were a cunt, something that turned me on completely.
I got down into position and then he grabbed me by the hair and forced his prick into my mouth. I started to lick it with my tongue but then he shoved it further into me, all the way into the back of my throat. I soon discovered that he wanted me to swallow the full nine inches of the giant thing, something I was not sure I could accomplish.
I opened my throat as far as it would go and allowed the huge thing to penetrate all the way into me. It was hard to breathe and I guess my face was turning red from lack of oxygen but I never took a backward step. I was turning my lover on and that was enough to keep me happy.
Soon I managed to swallow the full length of his cock. It was great to feel my teeth sinking into its base while my lips were pressed up against his hairy midsection. He made me keep it in my throat for awhile but then he let go of my hair and allowed me to blow him at my own pace, at least for the next couple of minutes.
I let his prick slide part-way out of my mouth and then began to do everything I could to turn him on. First I used just my lips and tongue, brushing them back and forth over his prick and making sure to cover the huge thing with a bath of my thick saliva.
Then I spit his prick all the way out of my mouth and started to lick the thing as if it were a gigantic lollipop. It was great to start down at the base and work my way slowly up to the head, letting my tongue linger around that most sensitive part of a man's body.
He was covered with sweat at that point, showing me that I was doing a good job of stimulating him. I kept flicking my tongue back and forth over the head of his prick, knowing that it would not be long before he filled my mouth with come, the first time that had happened to me since the earliest days of my sexual career.
Then I let go of his prick altogether and went to work on my lover's hairy balls. They were dangling between his legs, the only part of my lover's body that could be considered vulnerable. I started to lick them gently, liking the way the hairs would be wet and stick to the surface.
I kept that up for a few minutes, noticing that he was finally beginning to take it easy on me. His cock was slapping up against my face but that didn't bother me at all. I knew that I had plenty of time to take it back into my mouth at which time he would shoot his load into me.
Anyway, I soon decided to take his balls into my mouth, something that I had never done before. I opened my mouth wide and then was able to take both hairy globes into my mouth. It was great to suck them and lick them and dangle them until he started to get impatient again.
I spit his balls out of my mouth a few seconds later and then his prick was staring me right in the eye. It was great to be sucking him off again, pulling his prick into my mouth. I stopped being gentle with him at that point, knowing how close he was to shooting his load, and" how happy I would be when he finally filled my mouth with come.
I sucked his prick all the way into my mouth again and concentrated on bringing my lover to the point of orgasm. I traced the veins of his prick with my tongue, starting at the head and working my way down to the thick base, I knew he wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer.
Then it started to happen at last. I felt a preliminary drop of come leaking into my mouth and knew that I had the battle won. He had his eyes closed now and was holding me by the hair, giving me no chance to pull away from him. That was the last thing I would have wanted to do but I guess he wasn't taking any chances at that stage of the game.
Then he finally began to shoot his load. I felt a little more come leaking into my mouth and then the big thing exploded. I started to swallow the juices as quickly as he was producing them, but then I discovered that my lover had something else in mind, something he had been waiting to do to me.
He pulled his prick out of my mouth while the big thing was still spewing forth its juices. I looked right into it and he held me by the hair, forcing me to bathe in the thick seminal fluids. It got into my hair and eyes and all over the rest of my face, before I really knew what was happening to me.
It almost blinded me to have the juices shooting into my face. In fact, it was like being in front of a water cannon or something like that. But I didn't even try to get away from him, knowing that he would punish the slightest sign of disobedience or rebellion on my part.
After I was finished he wouldn't let me get up from the floor. The come had started to dry on my face, but he made me lick his cock completely clean before I was allowed to go into the bathroom and clean myself up. All the while he was laughing at the little joke he had pulled on me.
After that he told me that he had to go home and get some sleep. I kissed him good night after making him promise that he would come and see me the next day.
CONCLUSION
I listened to Ellen's story and told her again that she was doing herself a disservice in spending time with a man who mistreated so badly. She told me that she was well aware of that aspect of their relationship but had decided that it was what she wanted from him.
Ellen remained in analysis for another three months, during which time I was unable to help her with her masochistic propensities. She quit therapy after awhile, saying that she had confessed to her lover, who was against the idea of her continuing to see me. I have no idea where she is now or how her relationship with Bill had proceeded.
CASE HISTORY THREE
Subject: George D. Age: Thirty-eight
INTERVIEW ONE
The case of George D. was bizarre. In my work, I come across many strange and frightening cases, but that of George D. promised to be one of the strangest. I had already a little background of his case, but only the interviews could give me the full details of his story.
I was still thinking about this when my assistant showed him in and the first interview began. He was a large fellow, muscular and tall, but it was his face that really told the story. It was a heavy, even brutal face and so I was prepared for the worst.
He was sitting in the chair, waiting for me to begin it seemed, since he remained silent. I decided that perhaps it was best to go along with his expectations and I opened the interview with a cheery greeting.
"Well, George, how are you? I'm glad to see you."
He frowned in response and kept silent. I tried again, this time attacking directly his closeness.
"Come now, Geroge, say something. We can't have an interview with no words. You did come here on your own, didn't you?"
This time I got a better response. He blushed a little and coughed nervously. I waited a few minutes and finally he spoke.
"Well, I guess I'm a little nervous. I'm sorry if I was a bit rude."
He fell silent agian, perhaps thinking and I waited for him. He began again a minute later, a little hesitantly, but he finally started.
Well, Doctor, I guess it's time to begin. I came here on my own, yes, so there's no reason to hold back. I need you to help me. You already know a little about me and what my problem is, but you couldn't possibly know the full horror of it.
It started I suppose when I was a child, for I have many memories of the awful things I did. Why or how it started I have no idea-I only know that as a child, I was no better than I am now. I was aggressive, obviously, and I used that aggression to many ends. I usually got what I wanted, one way or the other, and there were many things that I wanted.
Once I remember I had picked a fight with one of my classmates because he had insulted me-I don't even remember what it was he did to make me so angry. Well, I beat him up, of course, but he wouldn't forget it. He told his mother about it and I got into trouble. I was punished by my parents and I vowed to get even with the punk and I did.
He had an older sister about fifteen. She was the most beautiful girl on the block and all the older boys fought over her. Even though I was only thirteen, and quite big for my age, I was interested in girls-that is up until I made my vow.
The best way to get back at the kid was through his sister. She was the pride of the family and he was always talking about her. One of the biggest boasts he made about her, in private of course, was that she was still a virgin even though she was so beautiful and desirable.
I decided to fix that!
She got out of class late one night and I was sitting waiting. I didn't know that she would get out of school late, actually, I had been waiting anyway. I must've waited about three hours for her and even though I was uncomfortably crouched in the bushes, I was becoming happier and happier as each hour went by. The later it got, the darker it got and the chances of our being seen got slimmer.
Finally, I saw her come out of the building. She was walking by herself and came past my hiding place. She wore no socks or stockings and her legs were beautiful. Her dress was a little on the short side and full so I had no problem looking straight up to her pussy.
As soon as she got half a block away, I slipped quietly from the bushes but stayed in the shadows and moved right behind her. I had everything planned and I was waiting for her to reach a certain spot-a small, dark alley that lay half-way between her home and the school. I had already decided to use that alley as the place where I would get her.
Finally, she neared the spot and I moved closer to her, still quiet as a mouse. This was the tricky part, but I knew I could do it. She had just reached the opening of the alley when I jumped out and grabbed her around the throat. Before she could scream, I had my hands around her mouth, tightly, so that she would be frightened.
She was looking up at me with wide eyes as I dragged her into the alley. Her body was shaking and cold and I stuck out a hand. She jerked her whole body back and whimpered again and I smacked her across the face. That made her shut up but it didn't stop her from trying to get away.
She was still squirming and backing off so I grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her back to where she was before. I didn't let go of her and kept my hands on her body. She didn't like it and she started to whimper again.
I slapped her once more across the face and twisted her shoulders back until her tits stuck out in front of me. She kept twisting and I kept holding until one of her buttons popped off her blouse. I then tore away the rest of it and her breasts fell out soft and bouncing.
I grabbed her leg before she could kick me and then pushed it hard against her belly. Then, I did the same thing to the other leg and her pussy stuck out between them. I let go of one leg and pushed it up hard against her pussy and I could feel the heat right through the panties. I quickly tore them off.
She seemed to know what I was going to do to her and she whimpered loudly and kept trying to get away. I slapped her again and kept holding her down. She kept crying and tried to hit me, her arms flailing out wildly. I caught them both and forced them to her side. I lay down on top of her and bit her nipple hard. That stopped her from squirming, but just to make sure, I bit it again, harder.
I still had all my clothes on and I decided that now was the time to get them off. I reached down with one hand and unzipped my pants and my cock fell out hard and big. The heat of her pussy against my cock excited me and my cock got even bigger.
My other hand spread her pussy apart and guided my cock into it. She was completely dry and that would make it difficult for me, but I didn't really mind as long as I could get it in.
Just as I got my cock to her pussy, she screamed. I didn't expect it and it gave me a start. But I wasn't scared-I knew that nobody could possibly hear her and that was why I had chosen that spot in the alley. Still, there was no reason to take chances, so I bent my head down to her face and covered her mouth with mine.
She shut her mouth immediately, but I kept my mouth there, now trying to open it so that I could shove my tongue in. I bit her full lips. She opened her mouth then and I quickly flung my tongue in. She tried to close it again, but it was too late and I pushed my tongue in further, exploring the inside of her wet mouth.
All that made me forget her pussy, but I was still hard when I finally did remember. I tightened my hold on my cock and spread her pussy lips wider. My cock was at the hole and I worked it in, trying to get just a little in before I took the plunge.
She tried to scream but I still had my mouth on hers. I pulled my cock out of her and then shoved it in again. Her body stiffened under me and so when I pulled it out again, I plunged in deeper and harder. I felt something wet in her pussy, and, as I found later, it was blood. She really was a virgin. But that made no difference to me-I was still going to fuck her as hard as I could.
Then, I finally felt a tingle in my cock and I started going faster. I was plunging my cock in faster and faster and she was crying and trying to scream.
Suddenly, I felt my cock jerk and something spurted out. It was followed by a flood of gism and it lubricated her pussy, almost making me horny again. But I was finished and quite satisfied and I pulled my cock out from her pussy and stood up.
She looked at me, wondering if it was all over. I laughed at her and started to dress, standing over her so that she couldn't get away. Just as I was finished, she tried to get away. She started to sit up and back off, looking at me with big, frightened eyes. I didn't want her trying to get away, yet, so I gave a kick to her stomach-not too hard, just enough to scare her and make her double over.
I was ready to go, but I hesitated. I felt that there was something else to do, something that I'd forgotten. Then, I remembered and it made me laugh. What I'd forgotten was the whole reason for raping the girl-the grudge I had against her brother.
That was perhaps the turning point of my life and though I was satisfied in knowing that I had settled the grudge, I was thinking about other things. All the way home, I was planning other things for certain girls in my neighborhood and school. I thought briefly about Peggy, the girl I had just raped, and I laughed. She had unwittingly taught me about certain things in life I never knew existed.
Then I thought, perhaps I had taught her something, too. Who knows? But, I certainly didn't really care-she was unimportant. It was the girls after her that were important and I began picking out my next victim and planning carefully. By the time I got home, everything was ready.
There were many girl in my school and almost as many as I wanted to rape. In my class there were none-they were too young and they didn't interest me. However, in the older grades, I had my pick of nearly every girl. There were some that were too ugly or too fat or too skinny to bother with, but on the whole, the girls in my school were well-formed and sexy.
I didn't start right away, and it was really because of Peggy. Everyone was shocked over what had happened and girls were afraid to go out alone after five o'clock. It was perhaps three weeks that I was forced to wait and just think about my action. Then, little by little, the fear died down and though everyone still talked about it, they relaxed and acted as though it would never happen again.
Girls began staying late at school to help the teacher and I knew that I would get my chance. I waited about a week before doing anything-I felt it was safer. During that week, I picked out my spots and victims and finalized my plans.
The girl I picked was older than me, of course, and more beautiful than Peggy. She was about eighteen, which probably accounted for her having a better body than Peggy. Her tits were bigger and more shapely and the same was true of her ass. Her legs were longer as she was taller than Peggy and they were smooth and lovely to look at. She had long, black hair, almost down to her waist, and it gave me new ideas.
She too stayed late to help the teacher and I waited for her in the same bushes I'd waited for Peggy. By the time she came out, I had already waited for four hours and the sun was long gone. There was still enough light, however, to see by and my eyes travelled over her legs as she passed by.
She walked past and down the street but in order to get home, she had to take a different route than Peggy had taken. There was no problem there, I had already taken that into consideration.
I followed her, moving in the shadows, and watching her lovely ass swaying as she walked. Her legs looked strong as she moved, but I knew I was stronger than her-besides, if she put up a fight, so much the better for me.
The place I had picked out this time was a little park a few blocks from her house and I knew at the time it would be deserted. Later on, the bushes would be filled with lovers, but now, so close to dinner time, there would be no one.
At last, she came abreast of the park and I moved up closer. Just as she reached a particular clump of bushes, I lunged out and grabbed her. She screamed and I threw her down on the ground so hard, the wind was knocked out of her.
She looked at me with eyes filled with deep horror. The mask I had chosen for her was quite ugly. Then, still holding back her head by her hair, I brought my other hand up to her chest and took hold of her blouse.
With one violent pull, I ripped it off and her tits fell out, white and full. I kneaded and twisted them roughly until the marks stood out as red as her nipples. Then, I moved my hand down to the hem of her skirt and slid my hand underneath.
Her crotch was hot and soft and I slid my hand up further until it reached the top of her panties. I pulled down hard and the panties ripped. She started to struggle and I yanked her hair hard. But, she didn't stop and I was forced to use both hands to hold her down. I unzipped my pants and took out my pecker and covered her mouth with my own to prevent her from screaming out.
I then went for her snatch. It was dry as I rubbed my cock against it but it was a little bigger than Peggy's. It didn't take much to work the head of my cock in and soon I was ready to shove it in. But I teased her a little, giving her little warning pushes and she struggled and squirmed.
I held her mouth harder and pinned her arms tighter to her sides. Then, I wrapped my legs around hers, knowing that it would be impossible for her to move and make her cunt tighter. I braced my legs and arms against her body and plunged in hard. She struggled wildly, but I held her so tightly that she could barely move. I plunged in again, harder this time, and my cock started tingling. I moved in and out of her faster and harder and soon my come filled her cunt.
She was crying now, but she knew enough not to try and get away. She just lay there, hardly daring to look at me again-I laughed. I zipped my pants and straightened out my clothes and just before I left, I bent down to give her tits a hard squeeze. Then, I left.
The news of that girl's rape came out that night and everyone got scared again. Girls took to travelling in pairs and trios at the least suggestion and even during the day. Parents forbade them from going out at all at night.
I was forced to lay low again, but only for a while. It took longer for them to calm down this time, but eventually they did and I was able to go back to my work. At first, I didn't dare rape more than one girl and then wait for everyone to calm down, but after a while I became more brazen and I would rape girls whenever I felt like it. I knew I'd never be caught as long as I was careful and careful I was.
You see, Doctor, it got to be almost an obsession and I couldn't be bothered with worrying about whether or not people were on their guard. And, as I said, I was always very careful. It got to the point where I was raping a girl nearly every week and then I started worrying about whether I'd run out of girls. But I was getting older and I could go out at night without my parents asking where I was going.
I took to travelling to other parts of the city and just waiting for girls to come along. I would find a nice, dark spot and wait for a girl to walk past. I had to be careful because sometimes the girl would have someone just behind her a little ways.
You know, Doctor, it's really very easy to get away with just about anything. You have to be careful, though, and then you can get away with it. It's so easy it's funny and that's what bothers me. I have a feeling that somebody really does know and that they're waiting for me to feel safe and then spring on me. I'm scared, Doctor, and I don't like it. I've never been scared before and I don't know what to do. It's driving me crazy, being scared all the time. Please, help me, Doctor-tell me what to do. How do I live with this fear?
INTERVIEW TWO
George D. was a sick man, perhaps too sick to ever get helped. But I couldn't really tell, yet, I'd only spoken to him once. I would have to wait until the second interview before I could really tell for sure and then perhaps time would tell.
He seemed to be much the same when my assistant showed him in for the second interview, only this time he didn't wait such a long time before speaking. In fact, he seemed eager to speak, as though he'd been waiting all week to tell me more about himself.
"Good afternoon, Doctor," he began gently. "Now, the second interview, eh?"
I smiled my reply. "That's right, George. You do want to, don't you?"
"Of course," he assured me with a smile. Then he fell silent and I was afraid that he would not speak after all, that he had changed his mind suddenly. But I was wrong-he was merely remembering and thinking out the best way to begin. He didn't take long and in less than a minute, he started talking.
So, Doctor, I told you quite a lot last time, didn't I? Well let's begin where I left off. I had already told you that I was growing up and I could go out at night and all that. Well, that's the way things went till I was sixteen.
Then, my parents decided to move.
They felt that the neighborhood was unsafe with all the rapings. They didn't really have any reason to move since I was an only child and already sixteen, but they were a little scared, I guess and they moved away. We moved to another city in the same state, just outside the city, actually, in the suburbs.
We had been there for about a week and I had already been looking things over. You know, looking for parks and alleys to rape the girls in. Then, I made a discovery that almost wrecked everything. The neighborhood had a gang. They were all boys about my age, about ten of them, and I was a little scared about what might happen.
I was new there, so it would take a while before I could make friends with them and find out if they would be friendly with me or a danger to my plans. It took less time than I thought because they were looking for a leader and I looked like a natural being so big for my age.
I was approached by one of them one day after school and the guy said that he knew I was the new boy. Then, he asked me if I'd like to come over and meet the boys in the gang. I said that I would and we went over to a local soda shop where the rest of the gang hung out. I met all of them and we talked for about an hour. Actually, they did all the talking and I listened, trying to see what kind of guys they were.
The next day, I met them in the same soda shop and we talked some more. This time, I loosened up a little and told them about myself. Not about the raping, mind you, but where I came from, my other friends, things like that. We hit it off pretty well.
It was the next day that they accepted me into the gang and they asked me to be their leader. We shook hands on it and then one of them asked me what I wanted to do for kicks. I wasn't sure what they meant by that and it made me a little nervous. But I didn't show it-I just shrugged and asked them what they usually did. They looked at each other and nodded and told me.
It turned out that they didn't really do much of anything, but there was plenty of things they wanted to do. All they needed was a leader to show them how. They pretty much wanted the same kicks I wanted. They phrased it a little differently, though they called it "bothering girls." I tried to look nervous, as though I'd never done anything like that and that I wasn't sure that I wanted to.
They fell for it and started trying to convince me, saying that I should at least try it before judging it. Finally, I told them that I would at least try it and see what it was like.
It was very different with the gang. Alone, it was easy-all you had to do was find-a dark spot and attack the girl. With the gang, you couldn't rely that much on stealth-the best you could do was find a place that was far from most people. But, there were advantages, too. You didn't have to settle for just one girl a shot.
One day after school, we met together in an alley that lay between the school and our homes. It was quite dark in the alley-we could barely see each other. But there was enough light to know that we were all there watching and waiting nervously. We whispered to each other about the girls who'd be coming along soon-making us more excited for the attack. Then, one of us whispered that it was five o'clock and the girls would be coming from cheerleading practice soon. We fell silent and waited, one of us keeping a watch on the street.
Shortly, the signal came-the girls were coming-we got into our positions. We stayed in the alley, but six of us moved to the front so that we could grab the girls as they went by. Then, the moment came-the three girls came abreast of the alley and I and the other five leaped. We grabbed them around their throats and pulled them into the alley, out from the street, our hands covering their mouths so they couldn't scream.
In the alley, the rest of the gang appeared since we had already planned everything down to the smallest detail there was no confusion. There were no less than three guys to a girl and while one or two pinned down each girl, the others were free to do as they pleased.
Four of us were on one girl and we pushed her to the ground. One of us spread her legs while another ripped off her blouse and she managed to scream when a hand holding her mouth slipped. The hand went directly back, but one of the guys got angry and slapped her. That gave them all nerve, even the ones holding the other girls, and the guys started tearing off all their clothes until they were completely naked.
Then one of us took hold of her legs and shoved them back against her belly. This made her naked cunt stick up and the guy leaned over and shoved a finger in as far as it would go. Then, he pulled it out when she squirmed as though it hurt and I wondered if he got scared. I was wrong-he had been egged on by that and he was dropping his pants.
That made the other guys horny and they started dropping their pants too. At first I was going to protest because I didn't want any confusion or fighting within the gang. But then I saw that experienced as I was, I still had things to learn too. The other two girls were being fucked by the two other members of the gang and so I watched with curiosity as this particular horny member dropped to his knees beside the girl, his dong sticking straight out and stiff.
It seemed that the one that was fucking her already knew what he wanted to do because he took the girl by the ass and the two of them lifted her up, her cunt still impaled by the cock. They rolled her over to her side and the other guys led her to the first member's cock.
By this time, two other members of the gang had their pants dropped, ready to thrust them into the asses of the other girls. Just as the first found he had his victim's asshole, he shoved it in deeply. The two on the girl I was holding were coming all over the place. They were thrusting in hard and fast, one from behind, and one in the front and they were coming simultaneously.
When they finished, they pulled their soft pricks from the girl and immediately someone else was beside them with his stiff prick ready. They both moved away to give him room and I realized that it was my turn.
The one who had fucked the girl in her asshole took over her arms and I dropped my pants and moved down. The other guy was already in her cunt so I guided my cock to her ass. I was glad of that because I had never before fucked a girl in her ass.
I took the cheeks of her ass in both my hands and squeezed. They were soft and full and felt almost as good as tits. Then, I pushed them apart until I could see the whole crack and moved my cock to the hole. I had to use my hand to guide it and as I did, her cheeks closed again on the rest of my cock.
I got it in and then braced my body for a hard shove. Her body stiffened under me in anticipation of what I was about to do and I forced my cock in as hard as I could. It was incredibly tight and dry, but it felt great.
When I plunged in the second time, I went much deeper and I could feel the cock of the other guy in her cunt. The cock on the other side made her asshole tighter and we both moved in and out in unison, making it better for both of us. The more we fucked, the faster we went and pretty soon we were ready to come. It didn't take long for my gism to rumble its way to the point of exploding.
I looked up and saw that the other guy in her pussy was finished too. He then sat up on his knees, panting like a dog. Looking around, I saw that the rest of the gang had just about finished too. There were two last members still fucking one of the other girls, but from the way they were going, it looked as though they were just about to come.
I looked at the girls and saw that they were still scared out of their wits. They lay still, their eyes wide and their naked bodies white and gleaming in the dark.
The others soon finished and we all stood to get dressed. Upon finishing, we gave the girls a last feeling-up and then we split. We bounced their tits and pinched their nipples and one of the guys spread the legs of one of the girls, making her think that we were about to start in on her again. She tried to scramble away and he pulled her back against him roughly and threw her down.
She lay quietly and waited for us to rape her again. But, we didn't, of course, we were finished for the night and quite satisfied. We stood up over the girls, one of the guys rubbed a pussy with his foot, then we were gone.
The next day, we saw each other on and off in school, but we played it cool, acting like we hadn't seen each other since the day before at school and there was no suspicious snickering or whispering between us. After school we met in the soda shop, still playing it cool for about half an hour and then, we started discussing it-talking in ambiguous terms.
When we were satisfied that no one was listening, we started talking about it specifically. We asked each other how each liked it. It turned out that everyone had enjoyed themselves immensely, more than all had expected. They all wanted to continue the escapade-of course if I wanted to. Besides, I was their leader and what I liked is what we would or wouldn't do.
I remained silent for a while, which made them nervous, and then I told them that I guessed I liked it and I agreed to keep on leading them in our adventures. They all smiled and relaxed-I don't think they'd ever been happier-and once again, we shook hands all around.
After that, we planned many rapes and carried them all through, each time thinking up some new idea like I had done once with that second girl's hair. We didn't just stay in the same neighborhood, either. We moved to other parts of the suburb and occassionally out of the city.
The gang stayed together through thick and thin. It wasn't until after high school that we began to break up. Some of us went to college, some of us to the Army or Navy jand some just moved away. I lost contact with most of them, but every now and then, I see one of them and we say a few words. Of course, we don't talk much about our raping days and it's for that reason that I think one of them is going to talk.
You see, Doctor, I haven't stopped raping girls although I think that most of them have. And now, I'm afraid that one of them is going to talk. What should I do? I'm scared, Doctor. You've got to help me.
And that is the story of George D. For men like that, there is little hope, perhaps no help at all. He never realized that what he was doing was wrong and he probably never will realize it. How can you make a man look at his conscience? That, in itself is very difficult, but a man like George D. has no conscience. That is why for him, there is no hope.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
Subject: Mary P. Age: Thirty
INTERVIEW ONE
Mrs. P. came to my office three months ago and presented me with a unique problem. To look at her, I thought she'd attended a ladies' finishing school. She was stylishly dressed, elegant, and sat down before my desk as if breakfasting with a king.
But when she began to tell me what was behind that polish, my twenty years of psychiatric experience couldn't prevent me from feeling shocked. This was her story as I taped it during our first interview.
My problem, Doctor, is that I'm overcome by the strangest feelings at the strangest times-it happens during the day, at night, when I'm shopping, at the hairdresser's, and I have no control over these impulses. I feel very guilty about them. I love my husband, we have a nice home and he gives me everything I want. The trouble is, he's so gentle and kind, so considerate, and I'm so selfish! I don't know what to do. Perhaps if I tell you everything, from the beginning to the end, you'll be able to help me.
I was a virgin when we married and I must confess our first night was a disaster. Neither of us knew how to fuck and I was left frustrated and unhappy. Right through the honeymoon, my husband did his best, but it was never good enough.
However, my mother told me that was the lot of all women, and, to console me to it, she taught me about dildos and finger exercises. At first, I really enjoyed them. As soon as my husband left for the office, I would take my apparatus out of its hiding place and watch TV and fuck myself.
It wasn't until a few months of this had passed that I began to notice how certain movies and shows excited me more than others. And later I spotted certain parts of these films; I'm ashamed to admit it, but they were the violent scenes that turned me on. I loved watching those huge men beating each other shitless, if you'll excuse the expression.
Pretty soon I watched the Roller Derby and the boxing matches, and started going to movies and fingering myself off in the dark. That was a lot of fun, sitting all alone in the seat with my hand up my dress manipulating my pussy while the blood gushed on the picture screen.
I'd moan and writhe in the seat and always was afraid of one day being caught and humiliated before the other members of the audience. I had dreams of being on stage, a spotlight on me, jerking off, while men fought brutally on the screen.
Well, one afternoon it happened. I was in my usual spot watching a couple of black men fight over a white woman, and my hand was practically inside my cunt. Suddenly, I looked up to see this guy leaning back and looking right at me.
For a moment, I didn't know what to do. He started to grin and he didn't take his eyes off me. I panicked, pulled my dress down over my knees and tried to get my breathing back to normal. He got up and came towards me. Why didn't I run? I couldn't move. He was a huge, ugly man, bald, with hair growing up over his collar. He looked like an ex-boxer who's always at the wrong end of a fist. I began to sweat when he came near me.
He didn't say a word, he just grabbed my chin in a vise-like grip and wrenched my face against his own. He kissed me with all the force of a bear and his breath stank of old tobacco and liquor. His face felt like a rasp and his eyes were those of a pig. I felt like throwing up. His hands took my tits and nearly ripped them off.
When I thought about it, I had plenty of time to escape, but I sat there while he mauled me. He ripped the front of my dress and began sucking on my tits as if he meant to chew them up and swallow them. His hands grabbed my cunt and squeezed it like a rubber ball.
The guy was breathing heavily and I whimpered in the semi-darkness. He looked like a monster looming over me, his stone hands violating every part of me. And, as if we were far away from the maddening crowd, he reefed my dress over my head, tore off my panties and inserted a tool of such horrifying proportion that I lost my head and started to scream.
He didn't even interrupt himself, just belted me about the head with his fist of iron and rammed his cock inside me. I felt as though a bolt of lightning had split my legs open. Like a crazy bull he rutted into me, mumbling and spluttering, raging at me, telling me what a filthy slut I was, a whore, a bitch, all the nastiness he was capable of. Then he blew with a gush that still makes me dizzy, got off me and left the movie house.
I've never seen him since, though God knows I've looked for him. After he left, I lay back in my seat, my clothes in a mess, my dress still over my breasts. I couldn't move, my breathing was harsh, my senses were reeling. People sat closer to me, inspecting my bleeding crotch, and I didn't care.
The following morning I realized what I'd let myself in for. I couldn't peacefully lay at home watching the TV movies and jerk off. My hole turned out to have a hoarse voice, and it screamed for action.
I tried to fight it. For a week my dildos lay idle, I cooked and cleaned and tried to teach my husband a few tricks. But nothing could stop that rising tide of lust. My husband had to leave the country for a few weeks on business, and I knew this was it.
The first night alone in the house, I dressed myself like a tramp and set out for the crummiest movies in town. It cost seventy-five cents to get in, so you can imagine what the inside and clientele were like. The place reeked of old piss, tobacco and men slouched in ripped seats, smoking and shouting obscenities at the screen. It was awful and I loved it.
I sat in the center of the row and waited for a reaction. It didn't take long. A swarthy guy with an oily hairdo and knife sticking out of his waistband slid over and began talking to me. He asked me if I wanted to fuck or suck, did I like it up my ass and had I ever tried sticking a knife up my cunt.
I ignored him in a very lady-like manner but I crossed my legs so that my dress crept up to the edge of my panties, just to show him I meant business.
Then his friend came along. I sat between them looking as if I was preparing for a picnic with Mary Poppins.
As if on signal, they both grabbed me and began to play with my tits and cunt. The movie screen was dripping with blood and obscenity, the audience was participating, and I thought I'd lose my mind. One man took out his cock and pushed my face into it, holding me by the back of my neck and pumping my head up and down as if I was a piece of liver.
I felt a finger rush up my cunt, then two and three. He was trying for a fourth but my cunt's too new to the business for that. His fingers moved in and out, I felt his fingernails catching on the pink, tender flesh inside, and my body began to hum with pleasure.
The big cock in my mouth was threatening to choke me. My tongue flew, sucking and blowing, chewing and kissing, but it wasn't good enough. The man kept saying, "Come on, bitch, ain't you eaten meat before, come on, suck!" and the more he swore, the more frantic I got.
Finally he tore my head away like a rag doll, to plant me on his dick and shake me violently as he plunged it in time and time again. Meanwhile his friend had jammed his finger up my ass, and had me jerking him off while his other hand kept slapping me around the back of my head. The crowd was thick around us, all I could see was a blur of ugly, leering faces, nudging men, some of them beating their meat off.
Then one of the men fucked me, then another, and then another. I was fucked on a filthy floor, draped face-down over the seat, and stretched between several men. It was heaven.
But it wasn't enough. When they were finished, they threw me out into the street, dishevelled and barely able to see where I was going. By chance, I came upon a local chapter of the Hell's Angels.
How much can a woman take, Doctor? That's what I was wondering when I stumbled into that dark parking lot and approached those glowering hoodlums with a bright smile.
How much can a woman be fucked before she loses either the urge or her mind?
They looked at me and wouldn't speak to me at first, but when I invited them home for a party, they nodded. One of them, a gorilla disguised as a human, hoisted me onto his back and then we were off on his cycle.
We roared into my quiet neighborhood sounding like lions roaring in the jungle. They parked the bikes on the front lawn that my husband had lovingly created and stomped into the house.
First they had drinks. The women with them opened the cases and cans and they drank the stuff down like it was going out of style. I was trembling all over and watching their bulging crotches as they sat open-legged on the floor.
Suddenly, I got impatient and I stripped down to the buff. They looked at me kind of funny, so I told them I was too old to play games and were they going to get down to business or mess around. The gorilla stared at me without expression, motioned for me to get him another can of beer and then leaned back.
I felt weak in the knees as I gave it to him. He was so horrible he made my first lover look like a cherub. His eyes were riveted on my cunt but he might as well have been watching cartoons. Then he reached out and opened my pussy.
The others all roared with laughter as he fingered it and then with great force jabbed me with a finger until I fell to the floor. His buddies then came over and watched as he fucked me. Then they followed suit-all ten of them. They fucked my poor quim till it was raw and then fucked it some more. They fucked, drank beer and smoked their cigarettes at the same time. It was heaven.
The gorilla looked at me as I lay on the floor, my cunt dripping with everyone's sperm and my tits red from the harsh fingering. "You're the worst fuck in the world," he said to me and motioned to the girls to give me my reward.
They came at me in a pack, swaggering and sneering, calling me names and saying they'd punish me for giving such a bad fuck. I couldn't take that, doctor, so I ran for my life, stark naked, out into the street.
I was lucky. The Angels left the house and disappeared out of my life. They'd kill me if they ever saw me again, just to keep quiet. But maybe I'm imagining things. The point is, Doctor, what can I do next? Take on the entire Super Bowl audience? I'm insatiable-the more I get the more I want.
Even when I returned home from hiding out in the public lavatory near my place, even then, I was trying to work out new ways of finding satisfaction. My body was broken and my cunt distended. My house was a wreck and I wanted more, more, more. I was ready to go to the Statue of Liberty and ram her torch into my cunt. Doctor, I can't go on like this, help me.
I advised her to talk with her husband about this problem-not to give him the details, just the sensations and fantasies involved, so that they could work on the problem together.
I also asked her a number of questions about her past, and she revealed to me how her father had often punished her for small wrong doings, using a belt or cane on her bottom at the slightest pretext.
Her mother, on the other hand, never laid a hand on her. Naturally, she had come to identify punishment with masculinity.
After a short talk, I sent her home, and told her to return in a month.
She returned in a month, as agreed, and I noticed a good deal of improvement in her demeanor. Her polish faded and she was more naturaL All in all, she looked relaxed, and aloof. I asked her to tell me what had transpired during the past month. This is the story.
I found it very difficult to tell my husband the truth. As I told you, he's a very gentle man. One evening, not long after I first saw you, I got him into a heart-to-heart discussion, and told him as much as I could without including my infidelities.
It was quite a lesson to meMihey always told me never to judge a book by its cover, well, here's one that I even misread! He was delighted by my confessions.
By telling him the secrets of my life, he was made to feel free to tell me of his. It seems he's very interested in domineering women and for some time he'd been seeing a woman twice his age who used to be a professional wrestler. She understands what he needs and gives it to him unsparingly. My husband suggested I learn to take up where she left off.
I didn't think I could do it. I was brought up in the old school-do as your husband tells you. But I thought I'd at least try.
The next morning, I went to this woman's house. She was holding a party as it happened, so I didn't really get to converse with her for long, she had to prepare things. She invited me to come back that evening for the party. I did.
It changed my life.
It began innocently. Out of the twenty people there, about six went to one corner of the room and disrobed. They mingled with the guests, passing out drinks and joint after joint of reefer. A woman came up to me and slipped her hands between my legs. I was indignant at first, but there was something about her touch that I liked.
My husband's lover came over and introduced us and then she and my husband went to one side to talk. They talked for some time. The woman finally nodded and said for me to come with her. I refused. She frightened me. As soon as I saw her I thought of those female guards at the SS camps. Again, she motioned to me, and when I refused she then grabbed my arm and literally dragged me into an adjoining room.
She kicked the door shut and caressed me. Her fingers touched all those parts of a woman that make her shiver. She did such a good job on my tits that I climaxed twice in one minute.
She took her clothes off, too, and revealed to me her magnificent body. She began to play with my body and strummed every part of it. She fingered my asshole and then firmly placed her lips to my cunt and clit.
When I was speechless and helpless with bliss, she girded on a large dildo and fucked me easily. She moved gently and as she did, her big tits pressed down on my face. An hour later we reappeared in the living room. By this time everyone was naked, but still casual, drinking and smoking. A few couples were intimate, but mainly they seemed to be waiting for the hostess.
We walked into the room naked and at peace. They all knew it and they seemed happy for me. My husband was in the center of the room talking with several young girls, and looked at me curiously.
The old woman raised her hand and the whole room fell silent. She threw a switch that piped hard, crutchy rock music into the room, pounding an irresistible beat through all of us, getting us dancing and moving towards each other like animals in spring.
I found myself dancing with a young, slender woman who told me she admired me and only wanted to be with me. I didn't like the idea at all. She was pretty, and I was even attracted to her, but after what the old woman had done for me, I figured I'd have to stick with older women all my life!
So I told her to ease off. She protested, hugged me, and even began to cry when I tried to repulse her. No one took any notice of us, they were all pulsating about with their magnetic loins. I wanted to join them, and here I was, stuck with this stupid young chick!
She insisted she'd never leave me no matter what I did. That was more than I could stand and I pushed her away roughly. She got up off the floor and flung her arms around me, kissing me, crying and pleading. I hit her sharply across the face, but she still wouldn't let go!
When I'd tried everything I dragged her into the bedroom. I was angry as hell, this bitch was spoiling the whole night for me! I threw her onto the bed and began yelling at her to leave me alone. She screamed she'd cling to me like ivy, and I hit her with my fist, I was so mad. She cowered and yelled, so I hit her again and again, hitting her till I was exhausted and fell down on the bed beside her. As if I hadn't hurt her at all, she went down on me! I lay back, watching her with amazement.
She was good. The old woman was the champion but this young girl was in training for the crown. I couldn't resist, I had to try myself, so I curled around till I was buried deep into her cunt. Wow! It was beautiful, Doc. If you haven't tried it, don't delay.
It tasted like mushrooms, salt, and heaven, soft, wet and smooth and kind of pliable. Not like rubber, no, those cunt lips felt like a little kitten, you know what I mean? When you squeeze a little kitten, it makes you want to squeeze them to death. That's what her cunt was like.
We lay there merging into each other, eating and drinking from the other's fountain of love, our bodies hot and alive with pleasure. Each time she came a rush of fresh oil came down out of her hole and I drank it in like mother's milk.
I don't know how long we were there for. The party was in full swing when we emerged, a huge tangle of people fucking and sucking and loving like maniacs, the old woman in the very center of it, her eyes closed, her hands in every orifice that came within reach. Her cunt was locked against another woman's , their lips scissoring and there were two men at her breasts, a young stud screwing her in the ass, and she still managed to give a fellow head.
We joined in by diving into the tangle and immersing ourselves in the flesh and sweat and all the juices running through it. One by one we exhausted ourselves and had more drinks and smokes to recharge the batteries.
It was pleasant to relax in that big room with the deep pile carpet and the fat pillows as the only furniture. The music had died down to muzak, people lay about talking or just resting. I noticed my husband lying in the old woman's arms, like a suckling child. His face looked angelic. I'd never seen him as happy.
Several young men were sitting near her, trying to amuse her with wit and words, and the old woman sat there like the reigning queen, with men at her feet paying her tribute. I wanted to be near her, too, but since she didn't invite me over, I stayed near my new-found friend who couldn't do enough for me.
A young man dissociated himself from a small clique of people and sat down beside me. I didn't take much notice of him, though he was an exceptionally well-built man-bulging and hairless muscles rippled whenever he moved, a deep chest, narrow hips and powerful thighs. Had I been less satisfied, I would have seen what joy it could be for him to ride me.
He stuck up a conversation with me, I forgot what it was about, but I know it led directly to him inviting me to take a walk in the garden with him. That was too corny to be true, I thought, but no, he insisted that it was a lovely evening and wouldn't I care to accompany him?
My new friend insisted on going with us as our chaperone. Again the man surprised me by accepting this. He introduced himself as Wilson and my chaperone curtsied and said her name was Helene. So, wedged between Wilson and Helene, I got taken up the garden path.
It was a lovely night, mellow, moonlit, and the garden seemed more like a park to me Trees, shrubs, flower beds, rolling lawns, everything but swings. Wilson led me over to a bench and brushed it clean with his hand before he'd let me sit down.
He proceeded to tell me how beautiful he thought my eyes were, that my lips were wine-red, my ears were pink and shell-like, that my breasts resembled ice creams with a cherry on top, and a whole lot of cliches that I'd last heard in a Nelson Eddy movie. But he did it well, you know, his voice was deep and persuasive. He held my hand in his, and I became pretty interested in his prick which lay on his thigh like a deadly weapon in its scabbard.
Helene sat on my other side and watched Wilson very closely. Whenever his hand strayed to my knee, she'd brush it away sharply. And any lewd suggestion that might creep into wooing was put down immediately. Yet her free hand kept caressing my buttocks and she leaned her head against my breast quite often.
Wilson reached my cunt in his description of me, and called it a divine piece of work, one which he, a connoisseur, should like to inspect more closely. Thanks to Helene's caresses, I opened my legs automatically, and Wilson bent over most gallantly, separated my cunt lips with a dainty finger, straightened up again, and complimented my fine folds.
I became impatient. My loins had started up again, a wild warmth generated by flattery and caresses, and to put it plainly, I was out to fuck Wilson. But Wilson was the perfect gentleman, probably the last on this planet, thank goodness.
He sat there in his splendid nakedness as if in a tuxedo and my fingertips itched to touch those muscles, that flat, hard belly, and that full-blown prick of his. Helene, too, started to wriggle and pressed closer to me.
Wilson had described me from top to toe and was about to extol my spiritual qualities when I made my pounce. Straight down on his dick I went, and swallowed it in its entirety. He was shocked, outraged, and struggled to release his captured member, but I was in no mood to be trifled with. His prick tasted delicious, young and firm, growing firmer by the second, till I had my mouth full of him and began a rhythmic beat which dampened his protest till he leaned back with a whimper, submitting his lot to me.
Helene kissed my hole and fingered me to get me good and wet while I tried to suck Wilson into action. But Wilson was a pacifist. He sat on the bench, his eyes closed, his hands elapsed to his chest, muttering to himself. I didn't care.
When Helene had readied me, I eased my cunt over Wilson's prick which was standing fierce and proud unlike its owner. He winced but didn't move. Slowly I sank down upon it, its firmness sending hot flashes through me. I drove my lips into his, trying to pry his mouth open to insert my tongue, my hands restlessly explored his body, and my cunt embraced his prick hotly, but Wilson didn't budge.
In the end I forgot about him altogether, all but his prick, long and thick and erect to the end. What excitement I discovered in fucking a man, fucking him as if he's an innocent. I raped Wilson that night, Doc, and he was so upset afterwards I thought he might call the cops on me.
When my husband and I left the party towards dawn, we knew our marriage could survive. Since that time we get a lot of fucking done, one way or another, and he's fallen utterly in love with my cunt. He even goes to sleep between my legs now. It's just as you said, Doctor, we worked on it as a couple and our marriage has been saved.
CONCLUSION
I sent her home, certain I would never see her again, at least not as a patient. Her cure had been effected with the help of friends and an understanding husband. I wonder how many people could get rid of their problems this way, by simply going out and trying different ways.
Of course the old woman helped her the most, more then I could have, by pushing her through the gamut of sexuality. She'd shown her that sex is fun if it's done well.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
Subject: David R. Age: Thirty-five
INTERVIEW ONE
David R. came to my office for help at a time when it seemed to him his life was over. Drawn, sallow, nervous, he found it difficult to look me in the eye. His fingernails were badly chewed and his dress neglected. At one point, my female receptionist entered my office and he jumped as if he'd seen a rattlesnake.
He told me he was a lawyer, worked for a respectable firm, and had achieved the good life. But his problem was a serious one and threatened to undo everything he'd put together. It took awhile before he could talk to me about it, but when I'd set him at his ease, he told me a coherent tale.
My marriage isn't the greatest in the world, Doctor, to put it mildly. My wife is completely frigid, my children are at boarding school for most of the year and my career keeps me too busy to really become involved with them. Until three years ago, I didn't think much about that. My friends were all in the same boat, so why should I expect my life to be different?
Then, one night, when I was on my way home from a long day at the office, I saw a girl ahead of me. She was a pretty little thing wearing a canary yellow dress, one of those mini-dresses. It was a summer evening, with a slight breeze blowing, and every gust lifted her dress a little so I could see the lace on her panties. It was driving me crazy! I walked behind her with my eyes fixed on that dress.
She must have known I was there because I was practically breathing down her neck at one point. My mind was working overtime, I almost had X-ray vision, imagining her round little buttocks quiver at every step inside those panties, and the way her thighs rubbed ever so lightly just beneath her little cunt.
Suddenly I had a hold of her and I was pressing her against the fence. I told her how beautiful she was, how I was wild about her, and my hands were all over her. She was scared and struggling, but not hard enough to drive me away. I couldn't have stopped right then if she'd resisted hard enough, I'm sure of it.
She was beautiful, Doc, lithe, small-breasted, with skin as smooth as a baby's. Her hair was blonde and long and felt silky to touch, and she smelled like fresh-mown hay. I had her against the fence with her panties down around her knees, and she was fumbling with my fly, helping me. She was hot and ready for me, and when she saw I was on the starting line, she turned around, gripped the fence palings with both hands, and poked her pink little ass at me like a plum pudding you could stick your thumb into. That's what I did, only I didn't use my thumb.
I know it was a chance happening, Doctor, a once-in-a-lifetime coincidence that she was hot when I was, on that lonely street and at that time we fucked like a concert, all instruments going at once. Then we parted.
Every night after that I came off the train and began looking around. I followed girls, tried to screw them, talk them into it, I did everything to recapture that evening, but nothing worked. The police took to watching me and girls had their boyfriends meet them at the platform. My name stunk in that suburb. We had to move.
My wife had been frigid up till that time. After that, she became as cold as liquid oxygen, and you know how cold that is. If you stick your finger in it, it'll drop off! I began spending more time in the city, staying after work with a few friends, having a few drinks, and listening to their methods for coping with a chilly marriage.
One of them, Jim, took me to a massage p evening. It was a classy place, not o hose rat traps where you're lucky if you v.. get blown. And it wasn't called a massage parlor. It was Le Gymnasium.
They sure had a lot of beautiful women in that place. We were taken to a private room with couches and beds, soft music and low lights, and they just sent women in till we found a couple we wanted to ourselves. Mine was a blonde Amazon. Jim chose a little Japanese girl.
This Amazon got down to it straight away. She came dressed up in an almost-nothing negligee, terrific tits with nipples that looked up to the ceiling, and a wide box covered in little blonde curls. She knelt down in front of me and rested her face on my lap, gently rubbing me and undoing my belt.
I sat there for awhile, taking all she handed out, and she was good, Doc, with the magic touch. Soon she had me so hard that I would have burst my trousers if she hadn't taken them off. She was licking my cock, kissing my balls, pressing her full tits against my knees, and stroking my belly. That woman was a one-woman band!
Then I snapped, Doctor. I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to fuck her into the ground. I wanted to destroy her with my powerful prick. I wanted to fuck till she begged for mercy! So I grabbed her and threw her. on the bed, ripped her negligee off, and made to jump her.
I told you she was an Amazon. Well, apparently she didn't get paid to fuck, because she punched me in the face and sent me sprawling to the floor. I was mad. I jumped up, grabbed her by the foot and she came down like a felled oak. The blow must have stunned her because she lay still for a moment, just long enough for me to straddle her and ram my cock right up her classical cunt!
She didn't like it one bit, neither did her Japanese friend who threw herself upon me like a furious Pekinese. While I doggedly fucked the Amazon, she and her friend did their best to shake me off. I fought and fucked, and Jim lay on his couch laughing like a hyena.
It was fantastic! I came with a force that cramped my body up like a foetus, and lay there, panting and spent. The two women got me on the carpet and tried to kick me in the balls but Jim stepped in and discouraged them with a measured punch.
That quieted things down for awhile. We all had a few drinks and the blonde whore swore she'd get her revenge. The little Japanese girl was near crying. She kept hugging the blonde, telling her to forget it and never to let it happen again. The blonde soothed her, kissed her tears away, while Jim and I sat quietly, not wanting to disturb them.
They forgot about us and turned from soothing each other to making love. It was quite a sight. The Japanese girl had tiny tits, was about five feet tall, with brownish-yellow skin. The Amazon was near to six feet, shaped like an hourglass, and white as snow. The little girl was almost lost between the statuesque thighs of her friend but she burrowed down there like a little mole, and the blonde's eyes began to glaze over pretty soon.
Then the Amazon stretched out on the couch and the little Japanese placed her knees at either side of the blonde head to offer her little, almost hairless cunt, to her friend who dug in greedily with small moans, while the Japanese reached down to manipulate the blonde cunt with her whole hand.
I guess the years of deprivation made me eager, Doc, because halfway through their lovemaking, I had to do it again. Never in my whole life have I been so driven, and I've never got such a kick out of it. With a yell I leaped onto the couch, and pushed my dick up the little girl's cunt, driving it in to the hilt and then some, a sincere attempt at giving my balls some of the action, too. The Amazon's head was right beneath my ass, and she was mad at me.
Nothing mattered to me. I banged that little woman so hard the sparks were flying, mauling her little pillow-like tits and fingering her asshole, while beneath us lay the enemy, ready to bite my balls off. She didn't. She wasn't dumb enough to do a thing like that. But she did everything to distract me from her girl friend.
She kept slapping my ass, and scratching it with her long nails, but the only effect that had on me was like that of prodding a racehorse with an electric crop. Then she began to lash at my balls, harder and harder to see how much I could take. On I went, ramming and reaming, the Japanese girl cursing me out in her own language and struggling to get away.
The Amazon saw she was defeating her own purpose, and with a snarl of rage, she sank her teeth into my buttocks. That hurt, but Jim saw it and rushed over to stop her. She wouldn't, so he dragged her out from under us, and fucked her.
The noise alarmed a couple of the bouncers, and they threw us out with strict orders never to come back.
Of course, that affair spelled the end for me. I didn't want to get into rape, and I didn't want to do without sex again either. Looking back, it seems to me that ten years of my life had been wasted already, and that was more than enough. My wife refused me a divorce on the grounds that the children need both parents. What was I to do?
I thought about it for a long time, and finally decided to forget about sex altogether. Don't laugh. I was determined not to look or think except when I was safe in my office, surrounded by four walls and a bunch of filing cabinets. That lasted for two weeks.
Just as I thought I'd go crazy, a friend of mine invited me out to his country home. He said I could bring my wife if I felt like taking coals to Newcastle. I answered that I'd leave her behind to keep the home fires burning.
This friend, Paul is the kind of guy everyone envies. At school he lost his cherry before he learned how to read, and from there on he copped every stray fuck available. He lived for fucking, and he'd even managed to make a great living out of it by producing and starring in his own porno movies.
It turned out he'd gathered a few of his colleagues and stars together to have a quiet weekend of debauchery and drunkenness. When I arrived they were already drunk and halfway debauched. To the women I was fresh meat, and they gave me a terrific reception.
To my horror I noticed nothing in me responding to these gorgeous, half-naked women rushing at me. Can you beat that? I looked at them, and they might as well have been an old TV re-run for all I cared. They took me inside, felt me up, even tried to blow me before dinner, and nothing happened. In the end they wrote me off as a dead fish. I couldn't blame them.
My friends thought my behavior was odd, but they were too drunk to care. We ate and drank, and later sat around in the screening room to view a new porno film. It was all about women in chains, men getting whipped, the whole S&M trip, and none of it stirred me, till one scene occurred.
In itself, it wasn't a great scene. In fact, it was only part of a mass gang-bang, but I spotted it straight off. In the far corner of the room where the film was shot were a man and a woman. He kept approaching her, but she refused him, cold as ice. She even walked away at one point. As soon as her back was turned, he kicked her right up the ass, and before she could recover, he had her pinned to the ground and fucked her relentlessly. It was as though somebody had turned my ignition key, my eyes became scanning beams looking for the nearest cunt in the room. And the nearest cunt was my friend's favorite girl.
She sat in the chair next to mine in the darkened room. I turned to her and asked her for a quick fuck. She didn't feel like it. I followed through with a list of suggested positions, till she got angry and threatened to tell her boy friend. The more angry she got, the more excited I became. As a clincher she told me to piss off, that I was a limp dick, and I had a face like an asshole.
I knocked her off her chair and tore her slacks off her, my cock was throbbing and looking for a place to go. She screamed and the others said for me to leave her alone. I fell on top of her and took the cheeks of her ass in both hands to pull them apart as far as they'd go, then I shoved my dick inside her cunt. She was dry and it hurt, so much the better, and I pushed through till I was deep inside.
She screamed-and it was really loud and it alarmed her boy friend. He rushed me and threw me out. He said he'd kill me if I ever came back. I suppose he had to say that to look good in front of his woman. But I was left with a roaring hard-on and no place to put it.
I walked for hours, intent only on finding a juicy quim to drain me of my fury. There was no one for miles, that's what the country is all about I suppose, but then I saw a girl no older than seventeen, a young innocent in a canary yellow dress. Instantly, I grew a hairy hump on my back like Jekyll and Hyde, and I raped that girl where she stood. I raped her, Doc, she was bleeding when I was through, she could hardly walk. I loved it but I don't want to get into that deal, it's too dangerous for everyone.
You must help me, Doctor, if I did it once, I'll do it again. This time I was lucky as the girl enjoyed it and it'll never go any further. But the next time....
David became silent, shaken and near tears. He added a few words about his faltering career, but I cut him off, and advised him to think about what he had just told me. Women who wanted him didn't arouse him-icy women did. And who was icier than his wife?
INTERVIEW TWO
The next time I saw David R., he had lost quite! a bit of weight but his clothes were clean and pressed. He was still tense, anxious and obviously unhappy.
I thought a lot about the things you told me, Doctor, especially the part about my wife. It made sense to me, she is the coldest woman in my life and she ought to be the biggest challenge.
So, when I got home, I decided to break through her cold front.She was in front of the TV as usual and didn't look up when I walked in. I turned the set off and looked her straight in the eye, telling her I intended to fuck her ass off that night.
She looked at me as if she smelled something rotten, and told me to turn the TV back on. I hit her in the mouth. She couldn't believe it, asked if I'd been drinking. There was nothing more to be said. I threw her on the floor and stuck my hand up her dress, feeling her cunt, her estranged cunt that had once lured me into marriage sight unseen.
At first she struggled and screamed but I kept it up. When she saw I meant business, she resorted to one of her old tricks, playing dead.
I rucked her all right, Doctor, but it was like fucking a mattress! She lay on the carpet with her clothes scattered about her, legs apart, while I went to town. She didn't even twitch, she didn't get wet, not one reaction! I blew up, lost my hard-on, and smashed her face in.
That cost me the last of my savings in dentist's fees, and soon after that I lost my job for 'prolonged inattention' as they called it. But how can you think about corporate law when you walk down the street in a shower of flying cunts, and tits dance before your eyes whenever you close them?
One spin-off benefit, though, my wife became the sole center of my obsession. I tried everything to find out what really appealed to her-everyone has a weak spot.
For weeks I left lesbian magazines lying around the house, I checked every cupboard for dildos and I smelled all the candles and bananas in the house. No luck. I barged into the john while she was taking a leak, thinking perhaps she might dig love in the bathroom. Failed again. I exposed myself, I begged, I licked her toes, kissed her ass, I slaved and domineered, she wouldn't crack.
Till one night-Eureka! We were in bed. My wife was fast asleep, snoring, and I was lying next to her wondering if I should jerk off. While I thought about it, I got very hard, and reckless. Why should I hold myself back, I thought, she's my wife, my cunt and tits, I'll do whatever I want with them.
Carefully, I got the vaseline out of the drawer and dabbed some on her cunt, adding a little to the head of my dick. Then, taking care not to awaken her I moved her leg so that she was lying with her ass facing me and enough room between her thighs to get to her snatch. It slipped in smooth as an oyster going down your gullet, it was so nice and warm in there, and ever so slowly I pumped her and she, still asleep, began to moan with pleasure. Her body undulated in time with my thrusts, her hands moved behind her to my belly and balls, caressing them with expertise. Even when she woke she continued to respond like a real woman, a great woman, giving my prick maximum access to her valley of love, and after I blew she got down on me to suck in the juices and the sperm generated by our union.
The next day we were back to normal. She looked ashamed of the memory and stubbornly refused to talk about it. When I approached her during the day and the evening, I got no response at all. But I had the key, and I used it often in the coming weeks, till she got to like it so much that she'd fall asleep in the middle of the day, and our sex life promised to grow.
After a while, I wanted variety and she wouldn't go along. I wanted her to blow me one time and she nearly choked on the idea. Soon I was back on the street, cruising for love.
It was several days after hitting the streets again that my law firm finally fired me, and so, for the first time in fifteen odd years, I came home early and guess what I found?
The house was dead quiet and there was a strange car in the garage. I walked into the living room without a sound, and there, on the deep pile carpet we bought together for our happy love nest, lay my wife and another woman locked in a steaming embrace, mouth to cunt, cunt to mouth, low moans rising out of their passion.
I sat down and watched as they brought each other to climax after rocketting climax, and suddenly I understood it all. My wife was a lesbian. How could I not have known?
My wife applied a vibrator to the other woman's cunt and moved it slowly in and out of her wide-open pink hole, pushing it back now and then to titillate the clitoris, and licking the juices off it. The other woman stretched along the carpet like a cat in the sun, her legs opening ever so slowly for more and more.
When it came to my wife's turn, she turned over to lie on her stomach, with a pillow propped under her belly, and her head resting on her folded arms, eyes closed, as the woman slowly played with her cunt lips, the vibrator driven deep into the hole, humming in tune with my wife. The woman fondled my wife expertly, massaging her back and buttocks, kissing her in small bursts of passion nuzzling between her cheeks and licking around the planted dildo.
I sat there, just out of their sight, wondering what was left for me. My wife looked happy and fulfilled and, while I could do all that and more for her, she'd obviously made her decision.
I left the house and went on a major drunk. When I came back, three days had passed without my being aware of it.
My wife greeted me cordially and at one point in the day played dead so I could screw her. But there was nothing in it for me. I told her about losing my job that evening. She looked at me unbelievingly. It had never occurred to her I could lose my job.
She moved out that night to be with her lover and I drew what money I had out of the bank and took it to the best brothel in town. I was going to get my revenge even if it cost me my last dime.
The madam took me into the parade room and I picked out six of her best women, two of them black, one Thai, another from Germany, and the other three were straight American pie, pink and full-blown as you like, while the German wanted to hurt and maim, the Thai wanted to massage, and the two black chicks just wanted to fuck on the grand scale.
We locked ourselves into a room that was really one enormous bed taking with us enough scotch and food to last several days.
I took my old fantasies one by one. First, the carpet of women. I oiled each of the girls till they shone, slippery as snakes, and ordered them to lie face down on the bed. Then I crawled over, under and through them, bumping into cunts and tits, fingering and fucking and telling them to jerk off and satisfy each other.
What a sight it was. Six beautiful women lying with their legs wide open, their snatches staring me in the face, each fingering then-neighbor's hole fervently. I got up and poured a measure of scotch into their mouths, then got the Thai girl to stand on her head and tipped some into her snatch. When she was full, I clamped my mouth over her cunt and followed it down as she stood up, scotch in the box-I recommend it.
One of the black women began to tease me, asking when I was going to deliver, when would I take care of business, and I said we should all cooperate to bring the bacon home to her. So she lay on her back, I on top of her, and the others piled over us. I was squashed in a barrel of flesh, squirming to reach all parts of all bodies, straying into the various fragrances of various cunts, big tits, small tits, black ones and white. It was like a dream come true. We drank and fucked and ate each other. The girls performed on themselves, each other, and me-
In the morning we bathed together in a giant tub, more like one of those Roman baths. They scrubbed my back, front, washed my balls so carefully they shone, and I washed each cunt inside and out. A solid breakfast and back to bed.
I ordered the girls to line up, their asses facing me and pointing up into the air. Then-cunts hung like little silk purses between their thighs, each one open to me. I oiled them, and went down the line poking my dick into them, a game of tickle, till one of the girls had enough of little samples and threw herself upon me, mounting me by holding me down and sitting on my dick. Another girl sat on my face, rubbing her wooly crotch from my mouth to my nose, and helping herself along with deft fingering.
The other girls saw there was no more room and took to each other, strapping on dildos and changing partners. My girl lay down over me, pressing a breast into my mouth and moving only her loins, a slow rocking motion that made my dick feel trapped in a hairy soft machine.
This lasted for an entire weekend and when I staggered out I felt as though I had defeated sex at her own game. My body was without feeling, no urges left, I just wanted to sleep or curl up and die, it was all the same to me. I came home to find the place clean and a meal on the table-apparently my wife's lover had loved her while it was on a part-time basis, and, after a few days of 'married life' had sent her away.
I had become my wife's only security and on the strength of that she promised to try and adjust to me. She'd blow me and screw with me as much as I wanted, she said. I told her she had a few days' grace and fell asleep.
We didn't hit it off for all her efforts, I could tell she was forcing herself-coming into the room early in the morning with my breakfast, wearing only a little apron, and cuddling up to me in bed, it just didn't ring true. She went down on me all right but she was just grazing.
As a last resort I told her she could go out and work and do all the things a man does, thinking she might enjoy the role and become involved with me the way she was with that woman.
It was kind of comical, even though it worked for a while. She'd come home from her job and we would go through the whole routine of saying how was work, what's for dinner, eat, watch TV, and then, when we went to bed, I let her take the dominant role.
The first night she seduced me, she had some difficulty keeping track of her role. We were lying in bed when suddenly I felt her cuddle up to me, all little-girlish and cute. In keeping with the game, I failed to respond. She became more forceful, stroking my prick and kissing my chest, poking her tongue down into my mouth till I got hard.
As soon as she noticed my hard-on she rolled on top of me and inserted me into her cunt. We didn't do too badly. She said my prick felt just like a dildo.
During the following evenings we did a lot of dressing up. We exchanged clothes and played out our roles with more spirit. We played that she was picking me up and that I was a common street whore, sometimes she'd press a few dollar bills into my hand, you know, stuff like that.
One evening we began telling each other about our childhoods, and ended up playing doctors. That was fun. We squatted in the middle of our grown-up lounge room, poking a thermometer up each other's ass, and inspecting our private parts.
It might have worked out if we could have played games forever, if it hadnt been for the girl in the canary yellow dress. Last night I got my wife to put one on, a canary yellow mini-dress just like the one I saw that balmy summer's night.
That dress did it again. I became a wild man, ripping at it, ramming my wife up against the wall and pulling her ass apart to let me in. She screamed, beating her fists against my chest, crying I was not playing fair, but I saw red lust, and nothing could stop me.
I fucked her into the wall and banged away till the pictures dropped off and smashed on the floor. She cried and screamed, whimpering when she saw the bullish determination all over my face, struggling in vain. In and further in I thrust, my dick a ramjet, a pylon driver, my fingers digging into her flesh and bruising it.
When I came I sagged to the floor like a deflated balloon. My wife was crying, the canary yellow dress in tatters about her body. For a moment I felt like starting all over again, but she saw the flicker in my eye and ran out.
I haven't seen her since and I'd be surprised if she ever comes back. There's a lot I don't understand about this. All I really want is someone who enjoys to fuck and likes to fuck hard. But it seems all the women I know are either not interested or want money for it, and my wife and I are too much out of step to ever get back together again. The problem is, I learned how great sex is-if I hadn't found out, I'd still have a wife and a job. Tell me, Doc, does it have to be one or the other?
CONCLUSION
David R., is a classical case of a man warped by a society that tries to pass off passion as being animalistic and unworthy of civilized humans. It is cases like his that show us how important it is to head our instincts.
CASE HISTORY SIX
Subject: Robert T. Age: Thirty-five
INTERVIEW ONE
Robert T. came to my office on referral from his private physician, a man whom I knew on a professional basis. Robert had come to him worried about his depression and insomnia and the doctor had suggested that he make an appointment with me.
Robert was a tall, pleasant-looking man, thirty-five years of age at the time of our first meeting. I asked him to tell me a little about his background and discovered that he was a single man, working as a night watchman, rather shy and reticent about answering my inquiries.
Robert told me that he preferred working nights since it allowed him to avoid people for the most part. He had been timid, unsociable for as long as he could remember and saw that he could not function well among large groups of people, even if they were friendly towards him.
I discovered that Robert was equally shy with women. I knew immediately that his problem revolved around sex, but said nothing about it at first, not wanting to alienate him right at the beginning of our doctor-patient relationship. I figured he would get around to it on his own.
I asked Robert to move to the couch and tell me what problem had brought him to my offices. He reclined on the couch and then told his story in the following words.
Well, Doctor, I'm really embarrassed to tell you all this, but I've got to tell somebody and it might as well be you. I hope you won't decide that I'm sort of perverted! although I wouldn't be too surprised if that's the way you judge me in the long run.
As I already told you, I work as a night watchman, a job that suits my personality rather well. I've always been nervous around people and this way I can avoid them and not get in anybody's way. I know that I should see people more, on a social basis, but it's hard for me to do it.
In any case, I work nights and get home at about nine in the morning. I usually stay awake for a few hours and then sleep during the middle part of the day. I have a small apartment not too far from here. It's not much but it's certainly adequate for my modest needs.
My hours are kind of funny in that I see kids a lot more than adults. They are off to school just when I'm getting home and they return from calls just as I'm getting up in the morning. As a result I've got to know a lot of the children who live around my neighborhood.
You see, most of the parents who live around my apartment work, mothers as well as fathers. That means that the kids are left pretty much on their own. I like kids a lot, as they're the only people I feel comfortable with, since they don't constitute any emotional threat.
So, I got to know most of the kids arounds the building, even though I hardly know the parents, even by sight. That suits me just fine and I think the kids like me as well, as I'm the only grown-up they know who doesn't have some sort of axe to grind.
It's really nice to get to know all those young people, or so I thought when I first moved into the apartment. Some of them would knock on my door on their way home from school and come in for a chat. I guess it's pretty flattering to know that somebody likes me after all.
There was one girl in particular who seemed to take a shine to me, a high school student named Judy. Judy was about seventeen when we first met, a really charming little girl, I thought. But after I got to know her better I began to regret our friendship. I'll tell you what I mean by that in just a few more minutes.
Judy used to come and see me almost every day, which lifted my spirits a lot. She was a talkative and outgoing girl, just the opposite of myself. I guess she sort of thought of me as her own private friend, not really wanting to share me with the other kids in the building.
In any case, Judy and I used to talk about all sorts of things. She was a goodnatured girl, I thought, but after I got to know her better, I could see that there was more to her than that. I soon discovered that she was a lot more mature and sophisticated than she let on at first.
Judy didn't like her parents at all. In fact, she didn't care much for adults as a whole. Her folks were pretty strict with her, not letting the pretty little thing go out as much as she wanted. I could easily imagine how many boys were after her ass and how frustrating it must have been for her not to be able to go out on dates and have a good time.
It might sound strange that she would talk about things with me, but after all, I was the only adult she felt wouldn't hold it over her. She didn't trust her teachers and they were the only adults she knew outside her immediate family, as I already said, I think.
Well, we talked about sex a little and I found that I was getting overly curious towards the girl. She told me how she had given up on it entirely, satisfying herself with teasing boys and leading them on, since her folks made it impossible for her to to go any further than that.
Judy was a tall, blonde with a very womanly body. She had large, soft tits, jutting out precariously from her slender torso, and a large firm ass that I have to admit appealed to me from the first. I didn't know it at the time, but I was already lusting for that healthy young body.
After a while, Judy began to tease me, just as she had done to every other male in her life. I ignored it at first, realizing that she was a young girl who did not know better than to fool around with an older man, but after awhile I found that I was having a hard time controlling myself, keeping my hands away from her body.
We would sit together talking and she began to come out to me more and more obviously. I took it in stride at first but then I began to strain to stay away from her. I don't get laid very often, shy as I am, and in a physical sense she was enough woman to arouse all my desires.
Well, one day I just couldn't take it anymore. We had been talking about sex and she asked me all sorts of questions, firing my lust unbearably. I looked into her mischievous eyes and knew that I could hold myself back no longer. I just had to grab her and kiss her.
I wrapped my arms around Judy's shoulder and then drew her close to my body. She tried to break away from me, but I had been provoked too far to give up at that late stage of the game. No, I was determined to have some fun with the little cock-teaser, no matter what the consequences.
Judy wouldn't cooperate with me, which made me furious at her. She was too old to lead a man on and expect to get away with it. I didn't like being violent with her but she wasn't giving me any choice in the matter. It was about the time that I showed her how to act like a woman.
You must believe that I had never done anything of the sort before in my entire life. I have always been terribly shy with women, glad of an excuse to leave them before anything got started. But it was a different case with Judy. I just couldn't keep myself from raping her.
Judy started cursing me, telling me what a horrible thing I was doing to her. I couldn't tell whether she meant it or not but I guess I was past the point of caring. All I could think of was my own lust, the fact that my prick was beating in my pants, dying to be released from his tension, to be buried in her sweet little hole.
Judy was too slender to struggle against me for long, so eventually I had my way with her. I pulled off most of her clothing and then struggled out of my own garments, determined to fuck her without a second's hesitation. That was when she started to take me seriously at last.
Judy begged me not to take her virginity yet, saying that she would be willing to do anything else I asked of her. I was dying to fuck her but I realized how much trouble I could get into for doing anything like that. I also figured that there were plenty of other ways for her to turn me on.
Well, she had made her offer and I was going to take her up on it. I told Judy that she was going to have to give me a blow-job, something we had talked about already. She blanched when she heard that, but she was naked before me, with no way to protect herself from my advances.
I sat down on the couch and forced her to go down on her knees before me. She looked absolutely fantastic naked, with her skin all pink, and irritated as a result of our struggle. I looked at her broad-lipped sensual mouth and knew that she would be able to turn me on with ease.
Then she finally took my prick in her soft hands, saying that she had never done anything of the sort before. I didn't know whether to believe her or not since she was such a deceptive little girl, but that didn't matter either. I figured that she could learn as we went along and that within a few minutes she would know just what to do with me.
She worked on my cock with her long soft fingers for a few minutes, until I was practically in a full state of erection. It didn't look like she was at all intimidated by my big cock and I knew that pretty soon I would be shooting a double load of come into her lovely mouth.
I grabbed Judy by the hair and forced her head down to my prick, no longer caring if I frightened her. She opened her lips and sucked my prick into her mouth, evidently excited by the thoughts of being raped. I guess some women are like that, preferring to be forced to put out.
In any case, she started to suck me off right away, showing a lot of natural talent with a man. She took my cock and flicked her tongue back and forth over the spongy head, getting me good and excited. I could have come on the spot but I was unwilling to let things end quite that quickly.
Then she started to learn what to do. It was a very weird scene for me to be raping a girl, considering the fact that I'm usually so passive about things. But I was having the time of my life with her, getting even for all those afternoons when she had led me on with no thought of delivering. Now I was going to show her that she couldn't get away with that.
Well, I shoved my prick a little further into her mouth, delighted that I could overpower Judy so easily. She was still a little scared of me but that made it all the more pleasant. I could hardly wait to rear back and fire a hot load of come into her clinging lips.
I held her by the hair and raised myself up on the couch so that my prick slid even further into her mouth. It was great to watch her struggling with my big dick, turning red from a lack of oxygen. I felt very strong and masterful, maybe for the first time in my whole life.
She was getting pretty good at sucking my cock, too. It was really something to stare down into her frightened eyes, to know that I had conquered the girl completely. I was going to fuck her at the next possible opportunity, knowing that she would not be able to resist me after sucking my cock.
Nor did I feel guilty about what I was doing, even though I suppose I should have. My cock was buried deep in her throat and I was having the time of my life. I leaned back on the couch, abandoning myself to her completely, knowing that she was capable of bringing me to orgasm on her own.
Then I began to feel my passion building up to a fever pitch. She had her tongue wrapped around my cock and I could feel the blood coursing through my pubic veins. My prick seemed to have grown longer and thicker and harder than ever and she was having a great deal of trouble handling it.
Her lips and tongue were driving me wild with lust and I knew that I could not hold out too much longer. I began to fuck her mouth harder and faster, causing her to choke and almost vomit, happy that I had finally got even with the tantalizing little sexpot.
Then I felt my passion rising to the point where I could no longer hold it in check. My balls were full of come and there was only one way to get rid of the stuff and find the release I had been waiting for. I shoved my prick in a few more times and then I was ready to fly.
Judy could tell that I was going to come, even though I was the first man she had ever blown. We had talked about sex so much and at such detail that she knew everything about a man's sexuality. I could see that she was getting pretty nervous at the thought of coming in her mouth, but there wasn't much she could do about it anymore.
I shoved my prick in for the last time and then let it erupt in her mouth. She downed the juices skillfully but then it was too much for her and she had to spit my cock out while it was still spewing its juices, taking the come all over her pretty face and in her long blonde hair.
Then I was through with her for the time being. I told Judy to go up to her own apartment and to visit me the following day. She said that she would, showing that I had conquered her completely.
I listened to my patient's story and asked him if he had ever raped a girl before. He answered immediately in the "negative, saying that his sex life had been practically non-existent before he had managed to get into Judy.
I then asked my patient about his other sexual experiences, wondering what had led such an intelligent and good-natured man to rape. He told me that he was in a continual state of sexual frustration, not able to afford prostitutes and too timid to start a liaison with any other kind of woman.
Robert told me a little about his family life at that point, saying how he had grown up poor, the oldest of four children, born to impoverished parents. He had been expected to carry his weight from the time he had been old enough to work, giving him a rather strong sense of duty.
I figured that we had covered enough ground for a single session and. then dismissed Robert for the day. We made an appointment for the following Monday, which he promised to keep without a doubt.
INTERVIEW TWO
Robert arrived at my office at the specified time, looking rather worried and distraught. I asked him to tell me more about his family life, not wanting to force him to talk about Judy before he absolutely had to. Our relationship was proceeding nicely and I didn't want to alienate him with a lot of personal questions.
I discovered that Robert had resented his parents from the time of his adolescence. They had never allowed him to have a normal childhood, something that he realized had conditioned his future. Having never gone through a proper adolescense he was trying to recapture it during his adulthood, and as a result it was quite difficult for him to get along with people.
I asked Robert to elaborate and he told me that all he could think about was making a living for himself. There was no longer any need to support his family, since his parents were retired and his sister married, but still, he could not break out of his work-ethic mentality.
Robert went on to say that he had never thought of marrying, since he saw it only in terms of his own family experiences, something he was not willing to repeat if he could avoid it.
I then asked Robert to lie down on the couch and tell me more about his sexual experiences with Judy. He reclined and then told his story in these words.
Well, Doctor, I feel ashamed telling you all this, but I guess you want to know all about it. I mean, I couldn't imagine myself getting involved in something like this but Judy had got me right from the beginning and I found that I could not resist her charms.
I haven't really told you much about Judy, so I might as well do that now. She's seventeen years old, a senior in high school and about the most beautiful little girl I've ever met in my life. I guess I should have known right from the first that we'd end up in bed together.
Judy's parents have plenty of money, which intimidated me at first. I thought back on my own childhood, thinking about how envious I had been of the rich kids, how they had always had everything I had lacked. It was the same way with Judy, until I decided to make it with her.
I don't know what her parents do for a living, but they both seemed to do pretty well at it. I mean, they're living in just an ordinary building, but they have two cars and always seem to be able to go on vacations. Maybe they're rich only from my limited point of view.
Well, Judy grew up like any other rich girl, as far as I could tell. She seemed to expect that the world owed her a living, that she could do anything she wanted without having to pay for the consequences. I guess I was the first man who ever had the nerve to stand up to her.
She's an only child, as a matter-of-fact, something that made her even more appealing to me. I grew up sharing a bedroom with my two brothers and I still find it amazing that I have a whole apartment to myself, even if it consists of only two little rooms.
Well, I guess that fills you in on her background. I must have resented her high-and-mighty attitude right from the start but on the other hand, she fascinated me, being so different from anybody else I knew. Even the people I know at work aren't that sophisticated and spoiled.
So, I felt that she was doing me a favor at first, coming to visit a poor slob like me. I guess I shouldn't put myself down like that, but now that I've fucked her, I feel worse than ever about things. I could blame it all on my parents but that wouldn't be fair, either.
After that first time with Judy, I knew that I wouldn't have too much more trouble with her. I had made her suck my cock and swallow my come and now she would be sure to come back for more. I guess she was fascinated by a man who refused to put up with all her shit.
Anyway, I got home from work the next morning and fell right asleep. I wasn't all that tired but I knew I would go crazy if I had to sit around all day waiting for her to come home from school. I couldn't read or watch television or concentrate on anything other than the fact that I was going to fuck the little bitch until she bled.
She showed up right on time, looking like she was rather confused about things. I found that I was an entirely different person with Judy around. All my shyness would vanish and I would start to act like a real man, dominating her completely, and making all the decisions for both of us.
"It's a good thing you showed up," I told her. "I was getting tired of sitting around waiting for you. Twenty minutes later and I would have been gone."
"Don't be so mean to me," Judy answered timidly. "I got here as fast as I could. I swear I did."
"You know what I'm going to do to you, don't you?" I asked calmly. "I'm going to fuck you today and you better do a good job of putting out for me."
"I'll try," she answered humbly, "but I'm a virgin and I don't really know how to act with a man."
I had to laugh when she said that, remembering what a good job she had done of turning me on with her talented tongue and lips. I sat down and finished the beer I was drinking, leaving her standing over me, biting her nails and generally overcome with tension. I guess I was being pretty cruel.
I finished my beer and decided that it was time for us to get down to business. I knew she wouldn't dare struggle with me this time and if she did, I was all ready for her. No, this was my party and the little sexpot was going to cooperate or be sorry that she hadn't.
Well, I told her to get undressed, anxious to see her beautiful young body again. My prick was still at rest but I knew that it wasn't going to take much to get me started. She began to undress immediately and I liked the fact that she was now so timid and unsure of herself, not really knowing what I was going to demand of her.
I stripped out of my own clothing and looked at her at length. She was an incredibly beautiful girl, with the face of a child and the body of a mature woman. I knew that she would be able to take me on with ease, that I probably wouldn't hurt her at all with my big cock.
It got her very nervous to have me straining at her like that so I took pity on the girl and told her to he down on the bed. She did so immediately, trembling in every limb of her magnificent young body. I stared at her a little longer and then went directly for the girl's pussy.
I laid myself down on the bed with her and forced two of my fingers into her dripping vulva. She was so nervous that her sphincter muscles were locked, but I was quite patient about the whole thing, finger-fucking her for as long as was necessary before bringing out the heavy artillery.
Eventually she started to loosen up and I knew that the rest was going to be easy. Her cunt was still pretty dry, from nervousness if nothing else, so I inclined my head down and wedged it between her shapely, glistening thighs, determined to eat her out before I fucked her. That was a sure way to get her ready for what was to come next.
Well, her cunt was the sweetest thing I had ever tasted, so warm and wet that I got immediately excited. I forced my tongue between her closed labia and soon managed to get her well-lubricated. But that wasn't enough for me since I wanted her to react passionately to my assault.
I let my tongue slide out of Judy's twat and immediately forced it into her clitoris. The little pink organ soon came out from behind its fleshy, protective hood and then I knew I had her coming and going. She was moaning with lust and practically begging me to fuck her.
It was really great to force my tongue into her clitoris and bat the little thing back and forth until it had filled with blood, turning a dark red in color and swelling up to twice its normal size. I realized that it was time to stop fooling around and get down to serious business.
I told Judy to spread her legs and get ready to be fucked, something she did with alacrity. She was very confused, not knowing whether she should try to resist me or go along with whatever I wanted of her. Fortunately, she chose the latter course, making things quite simple for me.
I climbed right on top of her, holding my prick in my right hand and guiding it in ineluctably towards the opening of her fragrant pussy. She sighed with lust as my cock touched her sensitive membranes and then I knew that I had the little sexpot just where I wanted her.
I leaned my weight forward and then my cock slid into Judy's twat of its own volition. I got the first three inches into her without difficulty but then I came up against her maidenhead and began to realize that I would have to work harder for my pleasure.
I tried to slip my cock in gently, but it was no-go, to say the very least. She was tight as a drum even after I had eaten her pussy out so well. I realized that I would have to use force, hurt the girl a little now so that I would not have to hurt her worse later on.
Well, I lunged forward and then my prick shot right into the depths of her clinging pussy. Now I was buried almost to the hilt, with only an inch or so of my big prick remaining outside her vulva. I knew I was hurting her but I didn't care about it any longer. All I would think of now was my own pleasure.
I began to move my prick around inside her a little, knowing that it would not be too hard to turn her on and make her move with me. Even though she was fucking me against her will, Judy was a passionate little girl and could not help but react to my ardent strokes.
It was really great to be inside that incredibly tight snatch. I could hardly move around at all inside her but I was slowly hollowing Judy out from within, invading her body and changing it around to my own specifications. I was having the time of my life with the little sexpot, fucking her until she could no longer resist me.
Judy soon began to move with me, grinding her ass into the soft mattress beneath her. It was then that I realized how easy it would be to make her come, something I had no considered previously. I slammed my cock all the way into her again and concentrated on turning her on.
Actually, I was kind of debating with myself whether it was worth showing her a good time in bed. I was made at Judy for leading me on for so long, but now that she was putting out for me at last it was hard to stay angry, especially when she was so young and desirable.
Then she finally began to react in the proper manner. I knew I wasn't hurting her anymore. She wasn't bleeding and now her cunt had expanded enough to take my prick with the greatest of ease. No, she would react now, cover my cock and balls with come in just a few minutes.
I pulled my rigid prick part-way out of her dripping quim and then began to give her the works, knowing that her orgasm was now just around the corner. She started to moan with lust and then I knew that I had her eating out of my hand, just as I had always wanted.
It was really great to feel her wrapping her arms around my shoulders, holding me close to her body. All her big talk was now a thing of the past. She needed me now, would do anything to get me to keep fucking her. Fortunately for her, I was having a good time and had no intentions any longer of giving the little tease a hard time.
Then she finally began to have her long-awaited orgasm. I guess it was the first time she had ever come, unless she had masturbated without telling me about it. In any case, she seemed rather confused about he whole thing, to the point where I concluded that this was her first climax.
I shoved my prick all the way into her and let her come at her own pace. My cock was covered with come a few seconds later as I felt her taut pussy muscles contracting around me, trying to draw my whole body inside her. I was very proud of my ability to turn on the unwilling young girl.
Anyway, her orgasm didn't last all that long, violent and passionate as it was. I left my prick inside her and felt her body start to slack. Every muscle in her body seemed to relax and then she just lay there beneath me, too tired and confused to do a thing.
Now I could think of my own pleasure at last. I had held out a good long time but I wanted to shoot my load inside her quickly, show her who was the boss. To that effect, I began fucking her again, shoving my prick in hard and fast, showing her that it would all be over soon.
I slid my hand under her buttocks and began to give Judy the works. Having her in that position , I was able to shove my cock in up to the hilt, banging it against her womb over and over again. It must have hurt her a little but she wasn't letting on, not wanting to show me that I was dominating her with such ease and pleasure.
But I didn't care what she thought or felt anymore. It had been a long time of frustration and now I was finally nearing my release. I shoved my prick into her a little slower, releasing the feel of her clinging labia. She was so tight that I could penetrate right to the end of her vaginal cavity, which brought me even closer to orgasm.
Judy looked up at me with something strange in her expression. I think she was realizing really for the first time that I was the boss, that I had sexual demands of my own that had to be satisfied.
It wasn't at all like the time she had blown me. That had been only a game, something that she had done more out of curiosity than obedience. I shoved my prick in a few more times and then I felt the come building up in my balls, just about ready to be released.
Then I shoved my cock in for the last time, letting it explode deep inside her dripping slit. Judy lay there and let me fill her with come, unable to move a muscle as long as I was bearing down on her. It turned out to be one of the best orgasms I had ever experienced.
After that I pulled my prick out of her pussy and told her to get dressed. Oddly enough, Judy wanted to fuck me again but I knew that that would be too dangerous to chance. I didn't want her parents finding out about us, so I sent her home, saying that she should come back and see me the next day.
I know that it's wrong of me to fuck a girl that young but I don't seem to be able to control myself anymore. Maybe you can tell me what I ought to do about it.
I listened to Robert's story and then told him that I thought it was imperative for him to terminate his relationship with a girl who was so much younger than himself. He agreed with me right off the bat but said that he had no idea how to go about getting rid of Judy.
He had gotten used to making love to her, had come to expect it every day after he woke up. He had forgotten all the other women he had known and knew that it would be difficult to find another girl who could satisfy his lust as well as Judy could.
I told him that it would be a good idea if he moved out of his apartment. I knew that he enjoyed living there but it was a sacrifice he would have to make if he ever expected to conquer his guilt feelings. I could see no other way out of his uncomfortable dilemma.
Robert told me that he thought my idea was sound, that he would try to implement it as soon as he could. It would take a few days for him to find a new apartment but he had so few positions that it would be easy for him to make the move as soon as he had managed to find a new place.
I told Robert to go home for the day and to avoid Judy if at all possible. He thanked me for listening to his troubles and promised to come back and see me again on he following Tuesday.
INTERVIEW THREE
Robert arrived at my office at the specified time, looking far more self-possessed than during our previous meetings. I asked him if he had found a new apartment and he quickly and happily answered in the affirmative. I could see that we were finally making progress in his problems.
I asked Robert if he had told Judy that he was leaving and he told me that he had not had the courage to do so. He was somewhat frightened of the girl's reaction, afraid that she would panic and tell her parents what had happened between them, how he had taken her virginity.
I asked Robert to lie down on the couch and tell me about his sexual experiences with Judy. He reclined and then told me his story in the following words.
Well, Doctor, I went home that day determined to do what you told me. Judy wasn't going to be able to see me that day in any case, since she was going on some school trip or other. That meant I could spend the entire afternoon looking for a new room or apartment.
I managed to find a place rather quickly. It's more expensive than my current apartment, but it's in a much more isolated part of town. The best thing about it is that there are mostly old people in the building, no young girls to torment me and drive me wild with lust.
Anyway, I was prettty happy with her, as you might well imagine. The only thing that troubled me was that I had started this thing with Judy and now I would be running away from her. She was bound to consider me a worthless coward after all we had been through together.
But that was a sacrifice that I realized I had to make if I ever expected to get away from her. It's funny how it started with me forcing myself on her. Now I wonder if I'm not the more dependent party. It'll be a lot easier for her to find another lover, needless to say.
Anyway, the next day I got home from work and realized that I couldn't pack my gear, knowing that Judy would soon be there to join me. She came to my apartment right after school and this time I could see right off the bat that she was dying to go to bed with me again.
I would have preferred to avoid sex, but it was out of the question. Our relationship had started that way and I resigned myself to fucking her one last time, as long as I knew that I wouldn't have to go through with it again.
"Why don't you want to fuck me?" Judy asked perceptively. "Usually you'd have me naked by this time."
"I'm just a little tired," I replied as calmly as I could. "Don't worry about a thing. I'm going to give you the best fucking of your life."
"Are you sure that you're not trying to get rid of me?" she asked suspiciously. "I don't think that would be very nice of you after you fucked me so many times."
"Don't worry about it," I repeated, growing tongue-tied. "Just take off your clothes and you'll see what I mean."
Judy still was suspicious but she was not about to refuse to fuck me. I was still the boss as far as sex was concerned and she knew that I would strip her myself if she gave me a hard time about it. I guess she's the first female I was ever able to dominate.
I waited until she was out of her clothing and then stripped myself quickly. I was soon ready to get on down to business. Now I had to fuck her, to keep her from asking questions and finding out that I intended to abandon her.
Well, I took her in my arms and then led Judy to my bedroom, figuring that I had nothing to lose by giving her a good fucking. It would give me something to remember her by and vice versa. I was already getting hard and erect just from seeing her naked again.
We got down on the bed together and Judy wasted no time in going for my cock. I lay back and let her suck me off for awhile. I would have been content to come in her mouth but I knew that we had only an hour to spend together and wanted to fuck her at least once more.
Judy had gotten really good at sucking my cock. She was now able to work on almost the full length of it, covering the big thing with a patina of saliva. I watched her as she sucked me off and realized once again how hard it was going to be trying to get along without her.
I let her suck me off for a few more minutes and then shifted my position somewhat so that I could get at her already-dripping pussy. I never tired of eating that girl out. She was so wet and fragrant that I could have gone on for hours, until she had come again and again.
We stayed locked in the sixty-nine position for several minutes, until both of us were raring to go. I pulled my prick out of her mouth and then she let me take my tongue away from her pussy. She was dripping wet and all ready to service my cock in her lovely cunt.
Anyway, I told her to turn over on her hands and knees, so that I could fuck her from behind. We had done it in every other position but for some reason I had never fucked her that way before. As long as this was our last time together I figured that I might as well go all the way with her, enjoy myself as much as I could.
She turned over and I stopped for a few minutes, letting myself enjoy the view. She looked just great down on her hands and knees, her legs spread apart and her cunt and asshole sticking out from between her buttocks. I was tempted to fuck her up the ass.
But I didn't do that or anything like it. I had put Judy through a lot already and it wouldn't have been fair to cornhole her and then abandon the girl. No, I would confine my activities to her cunt, knowing that I would have a great time with her in any case.
I crouched down behind her, trying to keep my balance on the resilient mattress. Then I held my prick in my right hand and aimed it directly at her dripping labia. A few minutes later I had managed to penetrate her and I knew that I was going to have a great time with her.
Then I leaned my weight forward and watched my cock as it moved into her cunt one inch at a time. Soon I had managed to force it in to the hilt, knowing that she was loving every minute of it. I realized again how hard it was going to be for me to get along without her.
The thing I liked best about Judy was how hard it was to turn her on. She would always struggle with me, pretend to be indifferent to my sexual prowess. But I always managed to turn her on in the long run, bring her to orgasm despite herself.
Now my cock was buried to the hilt in her clinging pussy walls and I started to enjoy myself more than ever. I had always liked that position before but it was even better with Judy. I could feel her soft white buttocks pressed up against my midsection and wondered how long it was going to take me to bring her to orgasm.
I reached around and started to play with her tits, knowing that that was a sure way to turn the girl on. Her nipples came to life immediately, turning hard and red and puckered under my insistent manipulations. I knew that I would have her moaning with lust in just a few more minutes if I kept it up like that.
It was great to be working on her tits and cunt at the same time. She must have felt like there were three men fucking her. I didn't get at all tired this time, feeling that I could go on for hours if necessary.
In any case, she started to react to me at that point, grinding her ass into me and trying to take even more of my prick into her hungry box. It was great to be able to turn her on with such ease, something that I had never been able to do with older, more independent women.
In fact, I don't know how I'm going to be able to avoid turning to younger and younger girls. But that's a different story, something we can talk about later. Let me finish telling you about this first. I guess there's really not all that much more to talk to you about.
Then she finally began to react to me in the best possible manner. I realized that she was not too comfortable in the new position and needed a little something extra to get her over the verge. I thought about what I could do to turn her on better and then had a real brainstorm.
I let go of her tits and then grabbed for her clitoris, the most sensitive part of her body. I rubbed my knuckles back and forth over the tiny flap of pink flesh, feeling her entire body quivering as I did so. Then I knew that she was just about ready to cover my cock and balls with come, which I had been waiting for her to do.
She started to groan aloud and then I could feel her cunt clamping down on my thrusting prick. She came rather quickly and hen her passion subsided, showing me what a good job I had done of turning her on. I let her relax for a few minutes and then immediately started to fuck her again.
After she was done coming, I was able to think about my own sexual needs again. I shoved my prick back into her pussy but kept her clitoris held between thumb and forefinger, knowing how easy it would be to manipulate her in that fashion. I guessed that it would take me only a few more minutes to fill her tight cunt with semen.
I started to fuck Judy harder and faster, realizing that there was no point delaying the inevitable. My balls were full of come and my whole body was beginning to get terribly tired. Judy sensed it and did everything in her power to help me along.
Then my passion began to build to a real crescendo. I was shooting my prick into her so fast that it looked like a blur sliding in and out of her dripping cunt. I could feel the blood coursing through my body and knew that I could not hold out for another second.
Then I shoved my prick in for one last time and left it buried all the way inside her as I was faintly able to get my release. I shot twice, the second shot being one of the largest I had ever produced. After that I left my prick inside her, waiting for it to go soft.
A few minutes later we were all finished and I was able to drag my cock out of her tight snatch. She got up and dressed herself immediately, knowing that I didn't want to have her hanging around. I couldn't help thinking that she knew what was on my mind, that I was going to leave her the following day.
The next morning I packed up as soon as I got home from work. I'm settled in my new apartment again and I don't think Judy is about to come looking for me.
CONCLUSION
I congratulated Robert on his new resolve and tried to convince him that he had done what was best for himself as well as for Judy. He agreed with me in principle but I could see that he was still depressed about the whole thing, particularly the way it had ended.
Robert remained in analysis for another six months. He found it difficult to get along without his young mistress at first but then managed to adjust. He has still not been able to form a relationship with a woman of a more suitable age, but at least there has been no recurrence of his passion for younger girls who were unable to defend themselves against his lust.
CASE HISTORY SEVEN
Subject: Mary S. Age: Twenty
INTERVIEW ONE
Mary S. came to my office on referral from her school psychologist. She was enrolled at a local college, in her third year and had been suffering from a serious case of depression. I invited her to sit down on the chair in my office and tell me something about herself.
Mary was twenty years old at the time of our first meeting, a rather attractive girl on first impression. She was tall and slender, with long red hair that she wore over her shoulders. She was neatly dressed and I found her quite articulate and responsive.
I asked Mary a few questions and discovered that she did quite well in school as far as her grades were concerned. She was majoring in English literature and intended to become a teacher after going on to graduate school.
Mary told me that she was from out of town and was currently living in the school dormitory. She professed a dislike of the discipline and curfew there, but told me that she was not able to afford to rent an apartment of her own. Her parents were barely able to afford her tuition.
I talked to Mary for a few minutes longer and noticed that she was quite nervous and depressed. She had mentioned nothing about her boyfriends or sex life, but I had the impression that her problems were sexual in nature. Then I asked her to tell me exactly what had brought her to my office.
Mary lay down on the couch, cleared her throat and then told me her story in the following words.
I really don't know where to start, Doctor, so don't be impatient if I tell you things in a mixed-up way. I don't even know how this all started in a sense, and the more I think about it, the more confused I get. I don't see how I could get involved in something like this.
I grew up in a small city in Pennsylvania, one of three children. My older brother is in the Navy and my little sister is just starting high school. I see my family on vacations, but I've drifted away from them since I started college, which I suppose is nothing all that unusual.
It was fun growing up in Pennsylvania. We lived in a very nice suburb, even though we never really had enough money to make ends meet. My father worked as a bus driver and we always had to struggle a little with five mouths to feed. But life was pretty good to me back then.
In any case, I guess I grew up pretty innocent all in all. I started to fool around with sex a little when I was in high school and then lost my virginity before leaving for college. It was nothing spectacular and I didn't even love the boy who fucked me. I just thought it was a good idea to get that out of the way before entering college.
Coming to the big city was a new experience for me. We weren't exactly hicks, but ours was a small city and I had always taken it for granted that the rest of the world was no different. It took me most of my freshman year to get oriented to the fast pace of life here.
Living in the dormitory made things even worse for me. My parents had always given me a lot of freedom, but now I had a curfew that had to be kept religiously. They throw you out of school if you break curfew or get caught with a boy, which is pretty ridiculous in my book.
But I was able to adjust to that after awhile. I figured that it would be best for me to concentrate on my studies for the first two years. I was hoping that the school would give me a scholarship which would mean that I'd be able to stop being such a drag on my parents' finances.
Well, it didn't work out that way, even though my grades were good. I guess there are a lot of other needy students, or maybe they just didn't want to give a scholarship to a girl. My parents didn't mind sending me to school, but I knew that it was a struggle for them nonetheless.
Anyway, this year is my junior year and I started to feel more comfortable living here. I mean, I met plenty of other girls in the dormitory and we became good friends. I'm not the leader or even joiner type, but I manage to make the best of my situation.
The only thing lacking in my life was a boyfriend. I know that men find me reasonably attractive, but I felt out of place here. Everybody seemed so much more experienced and sophisticated than myself that I just kept out of the way at first, hoping that nobody would notice me.
As I said, I managed to get good grades and that was a real source of satisfaction to me. I studied hard and my professors liked my work, many of them telling me that I would be a good candidate for graduate school. That was just what I wanted to hear, since you have to go to a Masters Degree if you expect to get any kind of decent teaching position.
I used to go out on dates now and then, but I never really went too far with any of the boys who asked me out. I felt nervous being with them, thinking that they wanted nothing from me but sex. I know that that's a ridiculous attitude in this day and age, but I'm just trying to tell the truth.
There was one boy who liked me a lot and kept asking me for dates. His name is John Sellers and I guess he was what you would call a big man on campus or whatever. He had his own car and his own apartment, and seemed to have every girl in school dying to go out with him.
It seemed strange that he would be so interested in me, but I didn't argue about it. It was nice to be driven around in his car and taken to nice places. But for some reason I found that I didn't want to go to bed with him, even though he was rather attractive by any standard.
Well, John got rather angry at me for not putting out for him. I had told him that I wasn't a virgin and he began to make me regret my candor, nagging me constantly, asking me why I couldn't put out for him. I couldn't say much in my defense, but I just didn't want to fuck him.
It went on like that for several months and I didn't understand why he kept asking for more. I mean, he could have gone out with dozens of other girls, some of them far more attractive than myself. He kept with it though, to the point where I began to feel sorry for him.
One night we took a long drive down to the beach. You must know that that's about thirty miles from here, but we started early in the afternoon, and I didn't have to be back in the dormitory until after midnight, since it was a Saturday night. I guess John had set it up with just that in mind, although I didn't realize it until it was too late.
We drove up to the beach and parked the car, getting out to take a walk on the sand. This was last month, April, and it was still pretty cold. We could see that there were some other people down at the other end of the beach, but aside from them, we were alone with each other.
Anyway, we took off our shoes and went down to the water, and that's when I knew for sure that I had made a mistake in coming there with John. He was very quiet with me, and didn't have a thing to say for himself. That was the opposite of the way he usually was, to say the least.
Well, he grabbed me as we were wading through the little breakers and tried to kiss me. I struggled against him and finally managed to break away. Then I told him that he knew I didn't want to fuck him, that he would have to take me back to the dormitory unless he was going to start behaving like more of a gentleman.
John laughed when I said that, insisting that he had waited long enough for a chance to fuck me. Now he had me all alone and nobody was going to come to my rescue. I would put out willingly for him or he was going to rape me. It was as simple as that, as far as he was concerned.
I tried to run away from him, but he wasn't about to let me off the hook that easily. I'm rather healthy and I've always been a good runner, but John was on the basketball team and I knew I didn't have much of a chance to get away from him. Basically, I was just playing for time.
He caught me and actually tackled me, knocking me to the sand and throwing himself right on top of me. I tried to struggle out of his arms, but he was so strong that I didn't have a chance against him. Then it became clear that he was actually going to rape me as he had promised.
I suppose it would have been wiser for me to submit, but I found myself continuing to fight with him, not letting him get to me without a struggle. He finally managed to force my mouth open and kiss me, but I was not yet resigned to going to bed with him, to say the very least.
We continued to struggle and then I started to weaken. He managed to kiss me and even make me respond, and then I felt him grabbing for my blouse, trying to force his hand down my neckline. That gave me new strength to resist for awhile, but then I lost even my second wind.
He managed to get me naked a few minutes after than, and I realized that there would be no escape for me. I felt cold sitting there under the clear sky, with the wind coming off the water and making my skin tighten. I was covered with goosebumps, but that was only the beginning of my troubles.
I cursed myself for letting him get me alone like that, knowing that it was all my fault. I encouraged him by dating him-out of my own loneliness I guess-and now he was taking advantage of me, forcing me to submit to his desires. There was no longer any way that I could protect myself, nobody I could turn to for assistance.
Well, he got out of his own clothing pretty quickly and went directly for my tits. He wasn't being really violent with me, but I still resented the way he treated me. He wanted to turn me on with his hands and mouth, but I didn't see how that was going to be possible.
He lowered his head and started sucking on my nipples, something that never fails to turn me on. I was tired of fighting him and tired of struggling with myself. But I just couldn't give in to him, for reasons that remained a mystery. I was absolutely miserable all in all.
Well, I finally started to react to his ardent caresses. My tits were cold and it felt great to have his warm mouth covering my nipples one at a time. I realized then that I might as well stop struggling and let him have his way, get the whole thing over with as quickly as possible.
He kept working on my tits for a few minutes and then I felt him grabbing my hand and forcing it down onto his cock. I hadn't touched a prick in almost a year and found that I was becoming rather horny. It was degrading, but there was nothing I could do to control my body.
Anyway, a few seconds later, I was holding his prick in my right hand and rubbing it gently, feeling the big thing getting stiff under my touch. He lay back and abandoned himself to me completely, no longer thinking that he had to force himself on me. I guess I could have gotten up and ran, but that was no longer on my mind.
I lowered my head down to his prick and let it glide between my parted lips. He sighed with relief as I started to suck him off, and I wondered what he must be thinking about me. It was wrong to give in like that, but he had me too aroused to do anything but submit.
I kept his prick in my mouth and continued sucking at it for a minute or two, until he was fully erect. Then I spit the big thing out and lay down on the cold sand, waiting for him to fuck me. I was pretty embarrassed but like I said, I was too stimulated to stop.
John got right on top of me, holding his prick against the opening of my vulva. I felt the huge organ slipping into my cunt and knew that it was all over, but the shooting. It felt great to be with a man again, even if he had taken me by force, like I was some sort of cheap whore.
He worked his cock deeper into my pussy and then I forgot all about my troubles. My cunt was quivering from within and I could no longer resist what he was doing to me. No, I was playing right into his hands now, feeling his huge tool bringing me inexorably towards my orgasm.
Well, a few seconds later I could control myself no longer. I still felt bad about fucking him, but there was no way I could resist John any longer. I guess he was pretty experienced with girls because he seemed to know just what to do to get me to have my climax.
He worked his prick deeper into me and then my cunt began to contract around it. I held my breath and felt my whole body vibrating as my orgasm finally arrived. It was the best sexual experience I had ever had-in purely physical terms-and I could not help but be grateful to John for doing such a good job of turning me on.
After that, I lay back and let him fuck me for a few minutes longer, knowing that it would not take long for him to get his rocks off. My cunt felt very tight even after I had spilled my juices. It felt as if his prick was getting harder and thicker with every lusty stroke.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and drew John's head closer to me. He responded by kissing me on the lips and then sucking my nipples again. I was getting good and worked up wondering when he was going to come. I wondered if I was doing a good job of getting his stimulated.
I know that I shouldn't have felt inadequate, but could not help it. I mean, there I was with this guy who had fucked every other girl on campus, and it was taking him a long time to come inside me. I started to move with him, doing everything in my power to help him fire his wad.
Then he started to react to me at last. It was cold as shit on the beach, but I felt hot under him, with sweat pouring off both our tired bodies. I kept pushing my hips upwards and squeezing his cock with my sphincter muscles, knowing that pretty soon he would be ready to fill my cunt with a man-sized load of-hot frothing come.
He shoved his prick in again and I felt it going off deep inside me. It was great to have him get his rocks off with such incredible lust at last, filling me up and making me feel like I had pleased him with my body. He lay down on top of me for a few minutes and I felt his prick going soft inside my clinging twat.
After that he told me that he hoped I had learned my lesson and wouldn't be such a prude in the future. I felt pretty stupid when he said that, knowing that he was right. We fucked again after that and then he said it was time to take me back to the dormitory.
He drove me up to my dorm and then kissed me good night, saying that we would meet again on the following evening to go to a fraternity party, or something like that.
I asked Mary if this had been the first time that a man had ever forced his attentions on her. She thought about it for a few minutes and then said that she was pretty sure it was a unique experience for her. Other men had tried to force her, but she had always been able to hold out.
Her problem, as she described it, was that she liked John a lot better now that he had forced her to submit to his desires. She felt that she had been holding herself back for too long and had finally met a man who knew what was on her mind and waht to do about it.
She was sure that John liked her, too, but he had been doing all sorts of strange things, things that made her wonder about his true feelings. I asked her what she meant by that, but Mary became rather embarrassed, saying that she would prefer to tell me about it at some other time.
I told her that that was perfectly all right with me. We would be seeing each other often and I didn't want to hurry her. She left after making an appointment for the following week, at which time she would tell me more about her sex life.
INTERVIEW TWO
Mary arrived at my office promptly, saying that she had come directly from class. I asked her to sit down and wait while I finished some paperwork, wanting her to get used to being in my office. So far, she had been quite candid with me and I wanted things to continue in that manner.
I asked Mary a few questions about her family life, wanting to know if there was anything in her background that would make her susceptible to a man like John, somebody who was evidently using her only for sex. She sat down and then told me a few things about her family.
Actually, I soon discovered that she had had quite a normal childhood. Her parents had always been affectionate to her and had given her a sheltered life. I realized that it was just that aspect about John that appealed to her, in contrast to anything she had known or experienced before.
Then I decided to ask Mary about her further experiences with John. She lay down on the couch, relaxed for a few moments and then told her story in these words.
I didn't know what to think about that party he was going to take me to, Doctor. I realized that John hung out with a pretty wild crowd, but I guess I had no idea of what I was letting myself in for. Had I known, I would have found some way to refuse his offer of another date.
But I was pretty happy after the way he had fucked me. It was the first time that I had ever enjoyed sex that much, and I could hardly wait for another chance to make love to him. That was wrong, too, but I'm not a very experienced girl and I was putty in John's hands, all in all.
I went to my classes the next day, but I couldn't concentrate on a thing. All I could think about was seeing John again and I was pretty happy to get back to my dormitory, eat supper and then change so that I could meet him. I knew that I would have to be back early, but I didn't let that bother me as long as I knew we could be together for a few hours.
John picked me up at about seven and drove me to one of his friend's apartments, the place where the party was going to be held. It was in full swing when we got there, just about the wildest party I had ever attended. I knew that I was out of my depth with those people.
In any case, music was blaring out of a huge stereo set and I soon noticed that everybody was getting high on grass. I smoked a little of it too, for practically the first time in my life. I had never been able to get high on the stuff before, but this time it really did it to me.
After we smoked the grass, John grabbed me by the arm and told me that he wanted me to meet a few friends of his. We went into a different room and I saw that there was a couple sitting in the darkness. Nothing seemed strange until I noticed that they were almost completely undressed.
We sat down next to them on the bed and John introduced me. The boy was named Roger and his girl friend was Carla, a very attractive girl as far as I could tell in the darkness. I was so stoned from the grass that I hardly knew what was going on around me, but I had the feeling that I was getting into something that would be very new to me.
Roger and Carla started to make out which made me feel rather out of place. A few seconds after that, John grabbed for me and practically threw me on the bed. We started to kiss and then I realized what was going to happen. I was getting involved in my first group sex scene.
I wanted to get up and leave, but was too stoned to do anything but sit there and let him take me. He got me undressed in just a few minutes and then I felt him grabbing for my cunt. I felt very embarrassed at fucking with another couple on the bed, but my troubles went a lot further than that.
John started to fuck me at that point, and I could see that Roger and Carla were also making it for real. We fucked for a few seconds and then John drew his prick out of my cunt. He tapped Roger on the shoulder and then he, too, took his prick out of Carla's pussy.
"Let's switch," John suggested, something that scared the shit out of me. "We can have a good time together."
"Sounds like a good idea," Roger answered him. "She's all yours as long as I can fuck this little beauty."
"No, I don't want to do that," I protested, knowing that it was useless. "Please let me go home now."
But they never gave me a chance to resist. I tried to get up from the bed, but that grass had made me absolutely helpless. Also, I had been pretty well turned on from the few minutes of fucking John had given me. I would have felt terrible leaving at that stage of the game.
Roger grabbed me and immediately took over from where John had left off. It felt good to be with a man again, but I still couldn't get over my nervousness. I had only fucked a few men in my life and now I was being forced to submit to a complete stranger.
Roger held me down on the bed and wasted no time in shoving his cock into my dripping pussy. It felt great to have him fucking me, and I could hear that John was having an equally good time with Carla. I actually felt jealous that the other girl was getting to fuck him.
Well, there wasn't much I could do to change things so I made the best of a bad situation. Roger turned out to be even better hung than Jeff and had had been fucking already that evening so that I could tell he wasn't going to fuck me for a few minutes and then come before I did.
No, he was fucking me good and skillfully, taking his time and turning me on with ease. It was crazy to fuck him, since I had no idea what he looked like. For all I knew, we had seen each other around campus before. That thought made me even more embarrassed than before.
I arched my back and helped Roger work his cock deeper into my cunt, knowing that it was futile to try to resist. Anything was better than lying there like a dog, making him think that I knew nothing about sex. Besides, I knew that John would get very angry if his friend told him that I had not put out properly for him.
It made me feel like a whore to sleep with a man under those circumstances, but for some reason that turned me on all the more. Maybe I'm pretty masochistic about sex, but I can't deny that he was getting me hot and bothered, that I was going to come rather soon.
I tried to hold back on my orgasm, embarrassed to let my new lover know that he had turned me on so easily, but there was no way I could control my body any longer. I abandoned myself completely to my new lover then felt that my time had come, if you know what I'm getting at.
Then it finally happened to me. I came all over the place, feeling one spasm after another wracking my tired body. It took only a few seconds but seemed to go on forever. It was one of the best orgasms I had ever experienced and I knew that I would have nothing to complain about later.
Then Roger started to fuck me harder and faster, giving me no chance to catch my breath. His prick slid in and out of my well-lubricated slit and then I knew that he, too, was just about ready to come. He shoved his prick in a few more times and then he shot his load right into my pussy, filling me with a double load of semen.
We finished up soon afterwards and started to think about what I had gotten myself into. Now that I had fucked Roger, John would probably expect me to put out for all his friends. It was a chilling thought and I had to struggle to keep myself from bursting into tears.
"What's the matter, Mary?" Roger asked me, noticing that I had become upset. "Don't let it get to you. Just turn over and watch them fucking."
"I don't know," I answered, glad of his kindness. "I've never done anything like this before."
But I took Roger's advice, figuring that anything was better than sitting there moping. I get hysterical pretty easily and I needed something to take my mind off my troubles, even if it meant watching John, the man I loved, fucking another girl and having a damned good time with her.
John was fucking the girl from behind, shoving his prick in and out of her cunt and reaching around to stroke her tits as he fucked her. It made me jealous again but then I really got into it at last, realizing that this was the first time I had ever watched somebody else making love.
That was enough to arouse my interest. I mean I've always wondered what I look like in bed. I mean, I didn't expect to learn that from watching another girl get laid, but on the other hand I could not help but be interested in what Carla and John were doing together.
I knew that John was a good lover but now I could see him in action, something that was really great to watch. He looked so strong and virile and sure of himself that I got turned on all over again. I would have fucked Roger again but I was far too shy to make the first move.
Carla was moaning with ecstasy and I could tell that she was going to come in a matter of seconds. By this time my eyes had grown accustomed to the semi-darkness and I could see everything that they were doing. Like I said, it really turned me on to watch them, even though I was kind of worried about what they were going to do to me next.
A few seconds later Carla was shooting her load, groaning with lust and covering John's cock and balls with come. She was a very nice-looking girl but I considered myself the prettier of the two of us, something that made me feel a lot more relaxed, to say the very least.
It was really something to watch another girl having her orgasm. Different as we were, I felt like I was watching a mirror image of myself. It got me hot and bothered watching her but her orgasm was over a few minutes later and I was able to concentrate on my lover, John.
John leaned his weight forward and shoved his prick back right into Carta's pussy. She must have been pretty tired from her climax, for she just sat there without moving, something that I never would have been able to do. John was such a good lover that I didn't see how she could fail to react to his strokes, even if she had just finished coming.
Anyway, John got right back into fucking her. I could see that he was not ready yet to shoot his own load, but it was a pleasure to watch his technique from my new point of vantage. As I said, I was so horny that I was all ready to be fucked again myself.
Then I felt Roger grabbing for my tits, doing just what I wanted from him. He stroked and caressed me for a few minutes but I kept watching John. I hardly knew Roger was there and I guess I must have been imagining that it was John's hands that was once again letting me hot and bothered.
Roger grabbed my hand and placed it on his prick. I started to massage the heavy organ immediately, getting into the same rhythm that John and Carla had established. It was like the four of us were all fucking at the same time, the strangest thing I had ever experienced.
Roger's cock grew thick and hard in my hands, even though I hardly knew what I was doing. He continued to stroke my tits and then I felt his hand moving down to my pussy. It was just what I needed to get myself back into the swing of things, to start on the way to my next orgasm.
By this time, John was just about ready to shoot his load. The four of us were lying inches apart and I could practically feel the heat seeping out of his body. I lowered my head and started to suck Roger's cock, knowing that he would soon be ready to fill my mouth with come.
I could still see John and Carla as I worked on my new lover's prick. They were heaving their bodies together, cemented by their sweat. I could tell from the look on John's face that he would not be able to hold out long, that it would all be over in just a few more moments.
I could also feel some of Roger's come leaking into my mouth. He was taut and hard now and I guess I had done a pretty good job of turning him on. I was gagging and choking on his huge prick, but that never slowed me down for a minute. No, I was hot to trot and could hardly wait to have my mouth flooded with semen.
A few seconds later John came and then Roger was quick to follow. He shoved his prick into my mouth and I felt the big thing exploding. It was really great the way the four of us were able to get it on together. I wanted to stay for the rest of the night, to say the very least.
But it was time to go back to the dormitory and here was nothing I could do about that. Carla had to get back to her room also, so John told us to get dressed and hurry out to the car. It was getting dangerously close to curfew time and it would have been stupid to get in trouble.
So, we got dressed and half an hour later I was back in my room. John had kissed me good night and told me that we would get together again the next night.
I listened to Mary's story and and then asked if this had really been her first experience with group sex. She told me that it had indeed and that she was not sure that she had done the right thing. Now that it was all over she felt quite guilty about going to bed with a strange man.
I then asked her about her relationship with John, trying to get the girl to realize that she was being used. Mary contradicted me on that point, insisting that she was sure John was getting very fond of her. As long as she followed his instructions, she was quite sure that their relationship would continue to improve.
I then realized that it was useless for me to try to change her mind. The girl was enjoying sex for the first time in her life and her boyfriend could do no wrong in her eyes, since he had been he one to liberate her from her long-held inhibitions.
Then I told Mary to go home for the day, that I would want her back in my office the following day. I was beginning to despair of being able to help her as long as she refused to face her problems honestly.
INTERVIEW THREE
Mary arrived at my office looking rather confused and unhappy. I guessed that she had finally realized the true nature of her relationship with John, but I said nothing about it, figuring that it would be best for her to come to that conclusion on her own.
I asked Mary how she was doing in her studies and she told me that she had managed to hold the line even though she was spending more and more time with John and his friends. The school year would be ending soon and she felt that she would manage to squeeze by with fairly good grades.
I asked Mary about her plans for the summer and she told me that she would return home to her family as she had always done before. She wanted to stay with John but it would be unfair to put her family to the additional expense of maintaining her in the dormitory over the summer.
I then asked Mary to lie down on the couch and tell me more about her sexual experiences. She reclined, relaxed for a moment, and then told her story in these words.
Well, Doctor, I had a lot to think about that night, to put it mildly. I mean, I had never had an experience vaguely like that before and just didn't know how to react to it. I had enjoyed myself on a purely physical level but knew that there was much more to it.
I felt kind of guilty for fucking a boy that I hardly knew, but at the same time I knew I'd do it again if that's what John wanted from me. I had never met a boy like him before and I was falling in love with him. I knew that I was letting myself in for some real trouble.
In any case, I went to my classes in a fog the next day, hardly able to understand the lectures. School seemed so artificial now, so far removed from my real life, that I couldn't pay much attention to it. It's amazing how much a few experiences can change the way you feel about things.
I ran into Carla during the day but we didn't have much of a chance to talk to each other. Frankly, I was a little scared of her. She was older than me and seemingly much more experienced. I was still jealous, worried that John thought she was better in bed than I was.
In any case, I knew that I'd be seeing her again that night so that there was no need to talk to her or ask her any questions. I went back to my dormitory after class and hurried through my dinner. After that I went up to my room and dressed carefully, trying to make myself as attractive as I could for John and his friends.
John picked me up at about six-thirty and complimented me on my appearance. I was wearing a short skirt and a tight sweater and knew that he would find me attractive, but it was nice of him to come out and say it. I felt very warm and affectionate towards him that night.
We got into his car and then John told me that we were going to Roger's apartment for a private party. I knew that he meant we were going to switch partners again and I would have liked to see his apartment but I didn't say anything about it, not wanting to alienate my lover.
And that, Doctor, is my problem. I would have done anything for him, but he got tired of me. He said I was all fucked out after that last swapping party. I had no choice but to go home.
CONCLUSION
I told Mary that she was quite fortunate to be returning home at this stage of her life. John had been a bad influence on her and I hoped that she would select her future lovers with greater care. She was worthy of a man who cared for her, rather than one who wanted only her sexual favors.
Carla returned home that summer and kept in touch with me by mail. Eventually she came to realize that I had been right in my appraisal of her lover's character and vowed that she would never again become involved in that kind of exploitative relationship.
GENERAL CONCLUSION
The careful reader will have noted the great variety of cases presented for his inspection in the foregoing volume. In speaking of rape, abduction and forced sex, we must be careful to define our terms precisely or we will fall into the trap of chasing straw men.
Thus, we may conclude that this form of sexuality is far more common than we have suspected in the past. Many women, particularly inexperienced girls, have found that this is the only form of sexual union that is capable of satisfying their needs.
Thus, it is hoped that the foregoing volume will serve to fill the lacunae in our knowledge about this fascinating phenomenon. It has been written for the general adult reader in the hope that he will find it educational as well as stimulating.
