Beautiful teenage girls - with a lust for domination!
These nymphets are deceptive beauties. Their soft, almost childlike faces and their ripening bodies mask complex adult lusts.
We automatically assume these young girls to be exploited in a sexual relationship with an adult male or female - but this is no longer the case.
As these documented case histories from my personal files prove, teenage girls can be as cruel and demanding sexually as any adult.
Here, told in their own words, are the case histories of:
TINA - she and her lesbian lover put her daddy under heel!
DEBBIE - she taught her high school teacher how to crawl!
ELLEN - the ringleader of a rape orgy of a young beauty!
MARLA - bisexual teen beauty who dominated a husband and wife!
LORI - assisting her dominatrix mother in the discipline of a naked male slave!
These authentic case histories are taken verbatim from tape recorded files. Only the names have been changed to protect the confidentiality of the participants.
-The Publisher
CASE HISTORY ONE
SUBJECT: Tina W.
AGE: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
Pert and pretty Tina, with her cute and wholesome girl-next-door good looks, does not look like the cruel dominator she really is.
She is a student, finishing her senior year in high school in a quiet suburban town. She is bright, pretty, popular with teachers and students alike.
She is an inch or two over five-and-a-half feet tall. Her face, round, sunny, and smiling, retains traces of baby fat.
Her pale blonde hair is a mass of curly ringlets framing her face. She has green eyes, a saucy upturned nose, and wide pink lips.
She arrived for her first interview looking very much the proper young miss. She wore a simple one-piece pale blue dress.
Violet - her friend and lover, who features prominently in Tina's case history - has been a patient of mine since the time she reached puberty.
Young Violet was raped by her mother's lover and - but that's another story for another casebook. At any rate, despite her outward brassiness, Violet is a disturbed young lady with a real obsession to dominate and degrade men.
Violet is a few years older than Tina -almost twenty. When the two of them got together, it was like joining two highly charged atomic particles - an explosive chain reaction was bound to follow.
That is precisely what happened - and Tina's adoring father was caught right up in the Shockwaves.
But let Tina tell her story, in her own words.
* * *
I caught my dad playing with himself - with his dick.
It was Friday night. Daddy thought I had gone out with some friends. That was what I wanted him to think. He fell for it, all right.
It was a cool spring night. It was dark outside, where I hid in the back of our house. I sat on the grass and waited, giving him time.
I felt a little chilly - all I wore was a thin T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. I hugged myself to keep warm.
It was boring, just waiting around. But I had to be patient - that's what Violet said, and she never ever gives me bad advice.
I kind of wished I was with Violet then, in the little basement apartment she had on the other side of town. But this was more important.
Lights were on in my house. It felt really strange, to be spying on it. Once or twice I saw Daddy's silhouette on the curtains.
More time passed before a light went on in the second floor, in his bedroom.
I got up. I could make my move now. I walked on tiptoes to the back door and used my key to unlock it. I was as quiet as I could possibly be.
I let myself into the kitchen, closing the door behind me. The light was out, but there was light shining in from the living room.
I felt all excited - like I was a burglar, or spy, or something.
I kicked off my sneakers, so I was barefoot, and left them by the door.
I took lots of little tiny steps, so I wouldn't make any noise. I reached the foot of the stairs. Daddy's door was closed.
When I was ten, Mom ran away with one of the neighbors. Since then, I've lived alone with Daddy in this small and cozy house of ours.
His bedroom door was closed. Light shone under it. I climbed the stairs one at a time, keeping as quiet as I could.
I had a story all ready, just in case Daddy should come out unexpectedly and catch me on the stairs. I didn't think he would.
Every other time he did this, he stayed locked in his bedroom for at least an hour, and he had only gone in there a few minutes ago.
I reached the top of the stairs. I got down on my hands and knees and crawled to his closed door. My tits dangled - I wasn't wearing a bra.
My heart beat fast when I reached his door. It was cool inside, but I was sweating, and my face felt all hot and flushed.
I pressed my face to the lock and peered through the keyhole.
There was a flash of naked flesh. Daddy had taken off all his clothes.
He's sweet, but he's a very ordinary middle aged man. His hair is thinning out on top. He's soft but not fat, if you know what I mean.
I guess that comes from sitting behind a desk all day, five days a week.
Anyway, I was getting as close a look at Daddy as I ever had gotten.
He's about 5'8", give or take an inch or two. He's got a square face with a long thin nose and a thin-lipped mouth and a wide chin.
He was all undressed. His clothes were scattered on the bedroom floor. I could see his cock and balls, and his naked ass, and everything!
His body was pale and very lightly haired. He had wide shoulders, a soft belly, and a wide plump ass. His thighs were pretty muscular.
His dick was all red and thick, but it wasn't hard ... yet. His balls were all round and hairy, and swung as he walked.
Daddy went to the far corner of the bedroom and lifted up the carpet. There was something hidden under there which he took out.
It was a glossy magazine. It was hard for me to see it - that small keyhole didn't give me much of a view - but it looked like a girlie magazine.
It had to be one - why else would he have hidden it? Then I saw a photo with bright pink flesh on the magazine's cover, and I knew I was right.
He didn't stop there. Next, he went to his chest of drawers and rummaged through the piles of socks and white cotton under shorts.
He pulled some garments out. They weren't like the others. They were pink and frilly and soft and shimmering - feminine garments.
This was getting more and more interesting. Sure, they could have belonged to his girlfriend - but I knew Daddy didn't have a girlfriend.
All he had was me. Now, it looked like I was going to have him. He was putting himself right in the palm of my hand, like Violet said he would.
That Violet is sure smart. She knows a lot about men - grown-up men, not boys like the ones I go to high school with.
She knows all the kinks they've got inside their heads. Yes, there's a lot I can learn from Violet.
So far she had done a pretty good job of teaching me.
Even I was hardly ready for what happened next. Daddy held one of the garments. It was a pink nightie, with a lacy collar and hem.
His face was all red and flushed and hot. His eyes shone. He stroked the garment like he was touching a real live girl.
He held it up to his face and rubbed it against his cheek. He squeezed his eyes shut for a second and moaned.
Then he put the garment on. He must have bought it specially for himself, since it fit him perfectly, and wasn't too small.
He pulled it over his head, sticking his arms through the openings, then tugging down the hem so that it fell past his knees.
The garment was all filmy and sheer, so I could partially see through it. When he moved in front of a light, his body was outlined.
It had a lace collar and thin shoulder straps, but the rest was loose and flowing. Daddy got hard almost as soon as he put it on.
His penis jerked and jumped. It got thicker and redder. Daddy wrapped some of the pink nightie's folds around his dick and rubbed it.
He got really hard. He wasn't the greatest physical specimen in the world, but the size of his dick was more than okay - it was impressive.
He was a lot bigger and harder than most of the boys I've had. Not that they're not fun, too, in their own way.
But this was something different. I felt like I was finally being taken behind the scenes and shown what people are really like.
Daddy didn't stop there, oh no. There was a pair of panties to go with the nightie. Wild, man, wild. Hey - I was sweating.
The panties were pink satin. They were loaded - overloaded, for my taste - with lacy ruffles and frills, and even a tiny satin bow or two.
He must have gotten them from the same place he got the nightie, buying them for himself, 'cause the panties fit him perfectly.
He put them on. His hard dick made a big bulge in the crotch of the panties, so big that it looked like it just might split the seams.
The panties were pulled tight across his ass. I shook my head in wonder.
Daddy lay down on his back on the bed. He picked up the magazine and started to leaf through it. He held the magazine in his left hand.
He touched himself with his right hand. He squeezed his little nipples and rubbed his plump pale thighs and then he spread his legs.
He was sweating, which made his face all shiny. The head of his dick stuck out of the top of the panties. He pinched it.
He rubbed his dick through the panties, slow at first, then faster and harder. Soon he was panting for breath and moaning.
He found a picture he liked and kept the magazine at that page. Finally he got so hot from touching himself that he had to have some relief.
He pulled down the panties. His dick popped up. He took the panties and wrapped them around his stiff cock and closed his fist on them.
He pulled his hand up and down, stroking his hot hard dick with the panties. His hand moved faster and faster. His red face huffed and puffed for breath as his hand pumped his cock.
He came. His face got all screwed up, like he was suffering. He moaned and whipped his head from side to side on the pillow.
His hand squeezed his cock. He arched his back, lifting his ass up off the mattress, as he shot his come all in the panties.
He shook for some seconds. He looked like he was being electrocuted. Then he moaned and slumped back down on the mattress.
I didn't even trust myself to breathe, I was afraid I'd give myself away. But Daddy was off in another world somewhere.
Sweat made my eyes burn. I decided it was a good time to get out of there, before Daddy had to get up and go to the bathroom, or something.
I sneaked out of the house as quickly and quietly as I could - would I have something to tell Violet when I saw her!
A half-hour later, I was in Violet's little apartment. It's a small room on the corner of the fourth floor in an old brick building.
For once, Violet was alone. That was good. She poured me some wine and passed me a joint, so I could get into a groove.
Violet's a wild girl. She was kicked out of high school a few years ago. They might have let her back in, but she told them to shove it.
Being a dropout hasn't hurt her. Violet doesn't work at a job. She has men friends, older men, who pay her bills - and women, too.
She's what you might call a punk rocker or something. She just doesn't give a damn for anything the straight world has to say.
She's only a few years older than me, but already she knows more about sex than 99 out of a 100 married women will ever know.
You might call her a whore, but I call her my friend - and lover.
She's tall and lean, skinny almost. She's got high cheekbones and sunken cheeks and a bold, red-lipped mouth. Her deep set eyes are hot.
She wears her hair cut short and spiky, in a real punky cut that never fails to get stared at by straight cornballs on the street.
Violet doesn't care - she loves to blow their little minds. When she's all decked out in her leather pants and boots and badges, she really looks wild!
She was just lounging around the apartment, waiting for me to arrive. She wore a neat, tight blouse with long sleeves, a plunging neckline, and a leopard-skin design.
She's built different from me. She's tall and thin, with real long legs, small tits, and a high rounded ass.
I'm shorter but more stacked. I'm younger, but my tits are much bigger. She just loves to kiss and suck on them for hours.
People who don't know us think it's strange that we're so close, since we look so different. I dress and act like a real straight arrow.
That's just my style, that's all. It makes people think I'm so sweet and nice, just because I wear frilly feminine blouses and neat skirts.
That's what Daddy thinks. I'm his very own sweet darling little daughter. He doesn't - or didn't - have the slightest idea of what I'm really all about.
Violet knew. I love her 'cause she's got a lust for kicks, and so do I.
She left high school in a real scandal, where the rumors were flying fast and thick.
The word on the grapevine was that she was a dyke - that she was having a lesbian affair with this young student teacher in the English department.
Even if it hadn't been true - it was - but even if it hadn't been, Violet would have encouraged the rumors, just for fun.
When I heard the other girls talking about it in whispers, I pretended that I was all shocked, too. But really, it turned me on.
You see, I've been fucking boys, and even some men, since I was twelve. Only in the last few years was I finding out about my lust for girls.
It was easy for me to find out where Violet lived and hung out. She really had it made -no parents (they live hundreds of miles away), and no pain-in-the-ass steady boyfriends to try and run her life.
To make a long story short, it didn't take very long for Violet to take me to bed. I'm still not sure if she seduced me, or I seduced her.
Anyway, I sat in her apartment that night. My hands were shaking, I was so excited by the strange scene I had spied on in Daddy's bedroom.
Soon the good smoke was in my lungs, and in my head, and the wine was all warm in my belly, a warmth which oozed into my pussy.
Violet's leopard-skin print shirt was long, a kind of shirt-dress whose hem reached down to the middle of her smooth thighs.
There were some cool sounds on the stereo, and the smell of the weed made it all exotic, like incense or something.
I told Violet what I had seen. She sat on the other side of the table from me. She questioned me closely on all the details.
When I finished talking, she sat there without saying a word for a minute, just thinking hard, her eyes all bright and hot.
Then she put her hand on my leg and caressed my thigh while she told me her plan.
It sounded crazy to me at first. I said that I thought it would never work. She laughed and said we had Daddy by the balls.
I was still doubtful. Violet was talking about a pretty heavy number.
"Listen," she said, "you don't know what these guys are like, Tina! But I do! I tell you, they love it when you make them suffer!"
"I don't know, Violet-"
"I do know. It's my business to know such things. If I had a dime for every straight suit-and-tie businessman who wants to be tied up and whipped and forced to lick boots, I'd be the richest woman in the country!"
"I see you don't believe me, Tina, so I'll prove it to you, and show you that I know exactly what I'm talking about."
I was excited. "It sounds too good to be true, Violet. But if it worked ... " I sat there and thought about how neat it would be if her plan worked.
Then Daddy would be my slave - our slave.
No more working for me. Violet could live in my house, share my bed. She wouldn't have to work either. We could be together all the time.
Violet said, "Just you wait 'till tomorrow, Tina. I'll show you things that will blow even your mind!"
We were both high and hot now, hot from thinking about the big plan, hot from just being around each other. Violet stroked my thighs.
My nipples tingled. They throbbed as they got all hard and stood out, jutting at the tips of my tits like fat pebbles of flesh.
Violet got up, muscles flexing in her long lean legs. She stood behind my chair and put her hands on my shoulders and squeezed them.
I tilted my head to the side and rubbed my cheek against her hand. I got up from my chair and turned around and faced her.
She's tall - almost half a head taller than me when she's in her bare feet. She wrapped her arms around me and lowered her head.
We kissed. Our mouths were open. Her tongue was inside my mouth, rubbing my tongue and cheeks, licking them, tasting and probing.
I pressed my body against hers. She put her hand on my soft round hip and ran it up and down along my thigh and my backside.
She patted my ass cheeks. The jeans I wore were old and thin and worn. I felt her hand, the heat of it, right through the frayed denim.
She pulled and squeezed my ass cheeks. All this time we kept on kissing, of course. Finally we broke away.
We looked at each other. She put her arm around me and we went over to the bed. There was no bedroom - this was a one-room studio apartment.
The bed was a plush mattress tucked into the corner. As we stood by it, Violet pulled off my shirt, so that I was bare from the waist up.
My tits are big, with fat nipples and wide round circles of flesh around each nipple. Violet opened the top of my jeans and unzipped them.
I was naked under the jeans - I wasn't wearing panties.
I'm a little on the plump side. There's a roundness to my tummy which no amount of exercise can ever get rid of.
But my hips are nice and wide, and my ass cheeks are firm, even if they are full. I've got what you would call an hourglass shape.
Violet loves it. She's always saying that she wishes her tits were bigger, like mine. Personally, I wish I was as skinny as she is.
I let her take the lead. I like that. I don't have to do anything but respond. And I never have to worry about getting pregnant, either.
Now, I was all naked. My tits and my buttocks jiggled. My bush is darker than my hair, so it's got a light brown color. The bush is fleecy and full.
I've got thick pink pussy lips, dark pink, very soft and smooth and warm.
Violet stripped me and eased me down on my back on the mattress. She lifted her arms and peeled off her leopard-print top.
She's thin and tall, built almost like a boy. She's got long arms and legs, with bony elbows and knees. Her shoulders and hipbones are sharp.
Her tits are small, like plums - little budding breasts which rise gently from her chest. The nipples are very long, even when not erect.
Her nipples are a dark pinkish-brown color, and so are her pussy lips. Her skin is very pale and smooth, almost shining, like ivory.
Her ass is the most fleshy part of her body. It's gorgeous, with a pair of smooth and rounded cheeks that make my mouth water.
Her hips are narrow. Her bush was thick and jet black. It was glossy and shiny, like a seal's skin. The bush is softer than silk.
Her pussy lips are long and thin, like the rest of her. The sight of them made my mouth water, too. I reached up for her.
She dimmed the lamp so it was dark and intimate. Her flesh had a golden glow from its light as she got down on the mattress with me.
She straddled my head, planting her sharp knees on either side, while she faced my feet. Her pussy was over my face.
Her legs were folded under her, the thighs warm against my cheeks. I put my hands on her thin hips and she lowered herself down on my open mouth.
Her pussy lips were amazingly soft and warm. They split and spread when they touched down on my mouth, flashing her pink insides.
Her pussy smelled so good, so musky and sexy! I knew she was all sexed-up, just like I was, from the wild scheme we had cooked up.
Her juices smeared on my face as she sat on it. She leaned forward, so her pussy pressed even harder on my mouth, which was licking inside her.
She rested her hands on my thighs and spread them wider apart and dropped her mouth to my pussy. I squirmed just from her hot breath on my sex.
Her mouth felt much better ... much, much better. I felt like I was going to crawl out of my skin when she worked her lips and tongue on me.
She dipped her tongue deep into my pussy. Her open mouth was clamped on my pussy lips while that tongue of hers glided inside me.
I was even juicier than she was - but then, I had watched that scene with Daddy, which I must admit had kind of blown my mind.
I hoped Violet knew what she was talking about, when she said we could make him a slave.
Then Violet moved her tongue up to my clit, and I forgot all about Daddy.
My clit is like a marble of flesh. Violet's is smaller, a pink pearl. She massaged my marble with her tongue, while I polished her pearl.
Even with her thighs pressed against my ears, I could hear the liquid slurping sounds we made as we went down on each other's pussies.
Violet tasted rich and tangy. Her juices were all soaked into my face. I held my tongue pointing upward, pressed on her clit.
She rocked her lean hips forward, backward, sideways. I kept my tongue on her clit no matter where she moved. I heard her moan.
I was moaning, too, from what her tongue was doing to me. It didn't take us very long before we came. I came like a thunderbolt.
She climbed off me and slumped into the mattress, sighing deeply from her climax. My breasts jiggled as I gasped for breath.
We rested. We played with each other. I pinched her nipples stiff and pulled and tweaked them 'till she moaned and reached for me.
She rolled me on my back. She gripped my tit and held it upright, her long thin fingers sinking into the flesh of my tit.
My nipple, hard as a rock, jutted out of the top of her fist. She fastened her lips on it and sucked it up between them.
I got hot all over again from the way she was kissing and sucking my nipple. Violet kept on licking me. She took her mouth off my tit and ran her tongue down my belly. Her breath was hot on my pussy.
Her mouth was hotter. She pinned my hips down to the mattress and tongued me until I was crying from pleasure. Then she made me come.
INTERVIEW TWO
At her second interview, Tina showed me some most bizarre photos.
She took an envelope out of her purse. Inside the envelope was a handful of glossy snapshots, which she spilled out on my desk.
The snapshots were from the type of camera which develops the picture inside the camera itself, in the course of some sixty seconds.
The subject in these photos was a middle aged man - Tina's father. The photos documented his degradation at the hands of his daughter and Violet.
In most of the photos he was naked, his soft flesh plump and pale, but his penis in an impressive state of erection.
Most of the photos showed him alone, usually in strict bondage, often gagged.
Other photos showed him on his knees', with his hands tied behind his back, as he orally worshipped the naked backside of Violet.
Still others depicted him in the frilly nightie and lace panties of a female.
In the pictures, his facial expression showed that combination of supreme humiliation and intense masochistic ecstasy associated with the submissive.
Tina laughed as she collected the pictures and put them safely away. "As long as I have these, Daddy's going to stay under my thumb!"
With that, Tina completed her narrative of how she and Violet enslaved her father, and forced him into slavery and submission.
* * *
When Violet finally signaled that it was okay or me to come into the living room, I came in on tiptoes, so Daddy wouldn't hear me.
I had been hiding in the kitchen for most of the time, and I had watched Violet as she did her dominant thing on Daddy.
Now he was really a sight to behold! He was mostly naked, except for the pair of panties Violet had put him in before really going to work on him.
His hands were tied behind his back. He was on his knees in front of the armchair where Violet sat. His forehead touched the floor.
A black blindfold covered his eyes. His round face was all shiny with sweat and red and stained with the tears he had shed.
Violet brought along a special pair of black lace panties for him. They weren't hers -Daddy was too big to fit in skinny Violet's panties.
I wondered if he would fit in mine. I would have to find out.
The panties were pulled down to the tops of his thighs, just the way they had been when she took them down to whip him with his own belt.
His plump ass cheeks burned bright red. There were welts and blisters rising up from the surface. His bottom was blazing.
Violet sat in the chair. She looked really wild. She wore a pair of red satin panties, and wet-look black vinyl boots which came up to her knees.
The boots had pointed toes and high spiked heels, which added to her height.
And that was all she wore. She was naked from the waist up. Her dark nipples stood out like pebbles. Her white flesh was shiny with sweat.
She had a right to sweat, from the effort of the beating she had just given Daddy.
It was early in the evening, not too long after dinner. The lights were on in the living room, and the curtains were drawn tightly shut.
Violet's long legs were spread, so that her satin panties were a red triangle tightly covering her crotch.
She still held the belt she had used to whip Daddy with. It was his own belt, the one she had taken from his pants after she took them off him.
Daddy looked wild. He was really strung out on the kind of action Violet had given him. It had blown my mind to watch her work.
It had blown his mind, too. Now, Violet rubbed the top of her boot against his red swollen face. He whimpered and groaned with longing.
She poked the pointed toe of the boot into his soft flesh. "Would my little slave boy like to lick my boots? Hmmmmm? Don't be shy, honey."
She repeated her question. Daddy swallowed hard. In a broken voice that cracked and wheezed, he said, "Yes - I would like to lick your boots!"
Violet leaned forward, her small firm breasts bobbing. She cracked the doubled belt against his upraised naked ass.
It caught Daddy by surprise, since the blindfold kept him from seeing anything. He cried out in pain, and wiggled his sore bottom.
His ass cheeks were already so red and sizzling that the latest slash of the belt hardly added to the mass of angry red welts on his ass.
His mouth hung open, with saliva drooling out of the corners. He shivered after the belt fell on his flesh, his shoulders shaking.
Violet said, "When you address your mistress, boy, you better mind your manners!"
"I'm sorry, Mistress Violet," Daddy sobbed.
It was really wild to hear him weeping like that. There he was, a big grown adult male, crying like a baby at the booted feet of a beautiful teen!
Violet held the leather belt ready as she repeated her question, asking Daddy if he would like - no, love - to lick her boots.
This time Daddy got it right. "Yes, Mistress Violet - I'd love to lick your boots! Please, please, let me worship them, Mistress!"
"Very well, slave." Violet rubbed the smooth polished vinyl against his face. Daddy's flesh left gleaming sweat smears on it.
She pressed the sharply pointed toe of the boot against his lips. "Open up, slave boy. I want to see how you do in the sucking department."
Daddy opened his mouth wider as she pushed her toe inside, stretching the corners of his mouth as she wedged the boot toe inside it.
She filled his mouth with the boot. "Go ahead, suck it!"
Saliva drooled out of the corners of his mouth, wetting his chin. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked and slurped on the pointed toe.
He bobbed his head up and down, like he was sucking on a cock, instead of the smooth and shiny black vinyl.
Violet sat there, looking over him at me, a cat-that-ate-the-canary smile pasted all over her face, like she was saying, "I told you so!"
She had a right to gloat - I had been kind of doubtful that she could pull off her plan, while Violet never had any doubts whatsoever.
"Believe me, he'll be a pushover," she had told me. She was right.
We had worked it real simply, Violet and I. Simple plans are usually the best.
We waited until Friday, so that we would have the whole weekend to mold him. "When Sunday night finally rolls around, his ass will belong permanently to us," Violet had said. We began on Friday night.
I pretended to go out. I went as far as the corner of the street my house was on. Violet's car was parked there.
She looked really foxy. She had put lots of make-up on, making her look bold and kind of whorish, very dominant and sexy.
Her brows were penciled into dark arches. She had on thick lashes and lots of eye shadow to make her eyes look all deep and mysterious.
Her thin lips were painted with a glossy red lipstick. She wore a thin black leather jacket, and a red blouse with a plunging neckline.
Her leather skirt, the fabric black as her jacket, was so short that its hem only came to the middle of her white thighs.
The knee-high black boots completed her outfit. She looked so good, I wanted to get down on my knees for her myself.
But I could always do that. Right now, we were after different game - Daddy.
I kissed Violet. Her lipstick tasted sweet. "He's all yours," I said.
Violet started her car and drove it to my house. I lurked behind some bushes, so I could see what was going to happen.
She parked the car in front of my house, killed the engine, got out, and walked to the front door, her long white legs flashing.
She rang the bell - after a moment, the door opened.
Violet and I had our little story all worked out. I had pretended to Daddy that I was walking down to the store to pick up some things.
I had told him that I would be gone an hour. Now, Violet had arrived. She would say that she had come to meet me for tonight.
She would ask if she could wait in the house until I returned. When Violet wants something, she can be very persuasive.
She must have been all of that, because after a moment Daddy stepped aside to let her in the house through the front door.
The door closed behind her, locking me out of the picture. The rest of the story I got later from Violet, when we were able to talk.
She had followed Daddy into the living room. He was very nice to her, polite and friendly, but he did nothing sexual in nature.
He acted just the way a father is supposed to act with one of his daughter's friends. But Violet, of course, was no ordinary friend of mine.
She told me that she knew she was getting under his skin right from the start. Daddy couldn't help but stare at her body and boots.
He was sitting in the living room, reading the paper. Violet sat down across from him. She took off her jacket first.
Beneath the black leather jacket she wore a sleeveless red blouse with thin shoulder straps and a plunging neckline which almost reached her navel.
Her small firm breasts were unbound by any bra. The nipples jutted against the cups of the blouse. The swelling curves of her breasts could be seen.
Daddy was apparently doing plenty of looking, too.
Daddy must have looked real cute, sitting there with his paper, trying to pretend that he wasn't hypnotized by this luscious teen beauty.
Violet was like his wet dream come true. She had a handsome but stern face, with her make-up making her loof fiercely dominant.
Her eyes flashed. Her red lips formed thin, teasing smiles. She was tantalizing him by her physical presence, making him squirm in his seat.
He had told her that I would be gone for an hour (the story I told him), but Violet said that she didn't mind waiting.
He rustled his newspaper. He kept peeking over the top and the sides of it, to get a better look at her. She was really pouring it on.
Each time she was certain that he was looking at her, she would cross her legs, doing it very slowly and teasingly.
The short leather skirt would ride high up on her thighs. She would let her thighs fall open, flashing her red panties at him.
She asked him if she might have some refreshments while she was waiting. Daddy was glad of that - it gave him the chance to play good host, and keep his mind off her haughty face, small sharp breasts, luscious bottom, long legs.
He offered her some soda or milk. Violet smiled thinly and said she would prefer some wine if it wasn't too much trouble, thank you very much.
Daddy, flustered and red-faced, poured her a glass of white wine. Violet followed him into the kitchen, and hovered around him.
She stood so close to him that he could smell her perfume. She let her long masses of straight dark hair fall against his flesh.
Daddy was sweating. His hands shook so much that he almost spilled the wine he was pouring. Violet curtly thanked him for the drink.
She was doing a number on him. She was hardly anybody's idea of a typical teen, and she was totally unlike any other girlfriend of mine that he had ever met.
They went back into the living room. Daddy sat down in his armchair and picked up his paper. Violet took off her blouse.
She stood close to his chair and peeled it off, casually, like she undressing in the privacy of her own bedroom, instead of in the living room of a friend's house.
Daddy was astonished, to say the least. Violet pulled off her blouse and showed him her tits. He might have been shocked, but he did plenty of looking.
Before he could do anything but gasp, Violet sat down in his lap. She parked her rounded bottom on his groin, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
All at once, Daddy had a double armful of live, naked, wriggling girl. Violet rubbed her warm bottom against his throbbing crotch.
She held his stunned and sweating head in her hands. His eyes bulged. Within seconds he had another bulge to match, namely the bulge between his legs.
He made choking sounds. His mouth was open, but no words came out. When he tried to speak, Violet rubbed her tits against his face.
She put her mouth close to his ear, so that her warm breath tickled him. She whispered that she really had an itch for mature, older men.
Then she stuck out her tongue and licked the inside of his ear. She felt his cock getting hard as it pressed against her pantied bottom.
It was, uh, child's play for a girl like Violet to control him.
She shifted position on his lap, resting her bottom on his plump thigh. She spread her long legs and reached between them.
Daddy moaned when she put her hand on his bulging groin and massaged his stiff cock, squeezing it through the fabric of his trousers.
She slid off his lap. By now, Daddy would have done anything she wanted. She leaned forward, resting her palms on the chair arm.
Her tits with their sharp dark nipples were right under his nose. She leaned into him. Daddy gasped when her nipples grazed his face.
After he got over his surprise, he shaped his mouth into a sucking O and tried to kiss her nipples and take them into his mouth.
Teasing Violet pulled away from him, keeping her tits just out of reach of her mouth. Daddy moaned with wanting her.
He got up out of his chair. Violet was naturally tall, and with those high spiked heels on her boots, she could look down on the bald spot on top of Daddy's head.
She told him it would be better if he took off his clothes. His hands were shaking as he started to undress, reaching for his top buttons.
Violet slapped his hands away. Daddy's face got redder than ever. Violet said that she would undress him, and she went on to do just that.
Daddy tried to embrace her as she unbuttoned his shirt. She took hold of his hands and firmly put them down along his sides.
She told him that she was a very independent minded girl, and that this would be done her way, or not at all.
Daddy was very grabby, she added, just like a little boy who couldn't keep his hands to himself.
Violet told him that she knew just how to handle little boys. The good ones, the ones who did as she told them, were rewarded.
But the bad little boys, the ones who could not follow her commands, were given the kind of strict discipline they deserved.
She asked him what he was going to be, a good little boy or a bad little boy. Daddy was red-faced with embarrassment mixed with lust.
He said in a small voice that he wanted to be a man for her, not a boy.
Violet squelched that with a cold laugh. She could get all the men she wanted, real men, fit, firm, in top condition.
Daddy could not compete with them. No, he must find some other way to please her. If her pleased her, Violet would please him in return.
As she talked, she was heating him up. She pulled his unbuttoned shirt out of his pants and ran her hands on his bare chest.
She unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. His pants fell down at his ankles. His stiff cock bulged in his boxer shorts.
Violet held his head in her hands and glared at him. She said that he should be ashamed of himself, a middle aged man trying to seduce his daughter's best friend.
She pulled his belt out of his pants. The thin leather belt was whippy and flexible. She doubled it in her hand for added striking power.
Daddy's red face whitened when Violet tapped the belt ominously against her palm and told him that he deserved to be punished.
"You know you need it, little man," she teased. "Now, if you get down on your knees and beg for it, I just might give you what you want!"
For an instant, Daddy tried to bluster his way out. It's funny how silly men can be, when they come face to face with what they want most.
Here was Daddy's dream fantasy come true - a beautiful but cruel young dominatrix taking control of him and bringing him to heel.
It was what he wanted, but he couldn't shake those old habits and morality which is part of the package of being a straight suburban homeowner.
He started to say that Violet was very much mistaken, that he wasn't that kind, and wasn't even remotely interested in what she was offering.
She silenced his lies with a slap across the face. The slap was more humiliating than insulting, but it took him totally by surprise.
As she slapped him, with her other hand she grabbed the top of his shorts and yanked them down, exposing his stiff cock, which sprang right up.
She wrapped her hand around his hot hard cock. She laughed and told him to stop kidding himself - he sure wasn't kidding her with this nonsense.
She told him to get his clothes off right that second, or he would really be in big trouble -or maybe he wanted me to hear all about this?
When she brought up my name, Daddy got scared. But she reminded him that I had promised to be gone for at least an hour.
So, there was nothing to stop them from getting it on. Daddy showed signs of hesitation, despite the tremendous erection he had.
Violet whipped away the last of his hesitancy by slashing the belt across his thigh. She ordered Daddy to strip and get on his knees.
Groaning with shame and desire, Daddy obeyed the teen dominant.
He stepped out of his clothes, leaving them on the floor where they fell. When he was stark naked, Violet pushed him down on his knees.
She sneered down at him as she opened her pocket book. She had a little reward for his good behavior, one she was sure would delight him.
She took out a pair of black lace panties. She unfolded them and put her hands inside the waistband and spread them open.
Daddy's eyes had shame and longing in them as Violet waved the panties in front of his face, brushing them against his heated flesh.
He made strangled sounds when she told him to put them on. She dropped them on his head. Daddy caught the panties in both hands.
"Sure, tell me that you don't love this," Violet mocked, as she rubbed the smooth top of her boot against the underside of his heated cock.
She let the belt fall lightly on his shaking shoulder. "I know just what you need, Daddy-O, and I'm here to make sure that you get it!"
"I know all about guys like you, honey, so let's not have any more games. You know that you want it, you need it, and you love it."
"When you address me, little boy, you can call me 'Mistress Violet' - or we can forget the whole thing, and I'll tell Tina everything - everything!"
"Oh, no, please don't do that - Mistress Violet," Daddy whimpered.
"That's better, little boy. Now put on those panties!"
Daddy's knees knocked together, his legs were shaking so hard. He placed his feet through the leg openings and pulled up the panties.
His stiff cock bulged in the lacy crotch of the black panties.
Daddy was oohing and aahing, totally under her spell. After he put on the panties, Violet took off her skirt to tease him some more.
She pulled out some rope from her pocket book, and used it to tie his hands. When Daddy found enough gumption to ask her timidly what she intended doing, she informed him that she binding him for his spanking.
He deserved a spanking. He was nothing but a dirty middle aged man who should be punished for his nasty habits. She would see to his correction.
She tied his hands behind his back. Daddy closed his eyes and hung his head.
When she was done tying him, she sat down in the armchair and ordered him to get down on his belly and crawl to her like the worm he was.
When he finally reached her booted feet he was red-faced and huffing for breath, with his stiff cock hotter than ever from rubbing the carpeted floor.
She made him get up so she could pull him over her lap. The panties provided only the thinnest covering for his heated cock flesh.
Soon his ass was as hot as his cock, thanks to the strapping she gave him with the belt. She tanned his hide but good!
Daddy was not a weak man, and he could have rebelled against the painful and embarrassing punishment, if he had really wanted to.
But escape was the last thing on his mind. He lay across her lap, nestled against her rounded thighs, his ass upturned for her painful punishment.
She whipped his ass until it was red and raw and hot to the touch. He wept, tears rolling down his red face, his shoulders shaking.
As he was whipped, he humped his panty-covered cock against Violet's thighs.
Of course, what happened was just what she expected, and wanted, to happen - the friction and the whipping made Daddy come.
He came in his panties and on her thighs. As he humped into her lap, his red spurting cock head slipped out of the panties.
Violet whipped him as hard as she could when he came. This would train him to associate pain with pleasure - a prime training tool.
She heaped verbal abuse and humiliation on him, calling him every kind of name for being so perverted as to come from being punished.
She pushed him off her lap and made him kneel at her feet and lick the come off her thighs. He did it, too, his lapping tongue slurping up his semen.
I came in at the end of the show. After Daddy finished licking her thighs clean, Violet wouldn't let him go any higher up her thighs, although he wanted to go down on her pussy. She covered his eyes with a blindfold.
She turned off some of the outside lights - our prearranged signal. I came in the house through the back door, not making a sound.
Now that I was present, Daddy still had no idea that he wasn't alone in the living room with Violet. His blindfolded head was hanging low.
Violet brought in a kitchen chair and tied him to it. She tied his ankles to the front legs of the chair. She used a clothesline rope which was in the bottom of the pantry, a rope I had told her all about.
When he was safely tied, Violet gagged him with the soiled panties. They muffled his moans of shame when she took off his blindfold and he saw me laughing at him.
Daddy's been our slave ever since.
CONCLUSION
The incredible humiliation - the supremely crushing shame which Tina's father must have suffered when the blindfold was pulled off his eyes by Violet, revealing his beloved daughter Tina staring and smirking down at him - can only be imagined.
The panties stuffed in his mouth, the crotch of them soiled with his own semen, muffled his roar of outrage and despair.
Tina and Violet stood arm in arm, mocking him. His ears, as red as his face, must have burned from the silvery sound of their girlish laughter.
But he was even more undone by his own body, for, at the very summit of his shame, his penis stiffened and jutted from his hips in a jutting erection.
He groaned behind the panty gag as Violet flicked the tip of his hard cock with her fingers, pointing out the visible sign and symbol of his enslavement.
His struggles lessened when Violet sat on his lap. She rubbed her breasts against his face, teasing him while Tina got the camera.
Soon the room was filled with the fleeting glare of flashbulbs exploding, as Tina snapped picture after picture of his shamed condition.
Then, right under his nose, Tina and Violet made love on the floor. They stripped naked and fastened their mouths to each other's sex.
During the rest of the weekend, they enslaved him totally. Once he realized that rebellion was futile, and that his daughter was now his master, he accepted his fate.
He accepts it still, as he leads a double life. By day, during the week, he is a hardworking citizen; by night, he is a hardworking slave, serving his crafty daughter and her brunette lesbian lover, Violet.
CASE HISTORY TWO
SUBJECT: Debbie H.
AGE: Sixteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Young Debbie is not the sort of girl that parents like their daughters to be friends with. Debbie is constantly in trouble.
She looks like trouble. Despite her tender years, her body is lustily nubile, with full firm breasts, a rounded bottom, and long legs.
She is a girl who comes from the wrong side of the tracks, and looks it. She is the product of a broken home who grew up too fast, too soon.
Her black hair is dyed a harsh platinum blonde, although the dark roots show. Her face is striking, but not cute or wholesome.
She wears a good deal of make-up - perhaps too much so. Her cock mocking eyes have thick lashes and are heavily shadowed.
She wears clothes which show off her superb physique to perfection - tight blouses, short skirts, skin-tight designer jeans.
Debbie only recently was involved with a married man, a teacher in the high school she attends. He has been dismissed from his teaching position.
Debbie did not want to drop out, so she was required to see me for counseling. But this amoral beauty was hardly sorry about the mess she was involved with.
She seemed to describe the affair with relish as she lay on the couch in my private office.
* * *
I knew that I had Teacher right where I wanted him. His eyes bulged so much that they looked like they were gonna fall out of his head.
We were in the classroom, just the two of us. School was over, and we were all alone, when I started taking off my clothes.
Teacher started shaking when he saw me strip.
I call him Teacher, but he has a real name. It's Garvey, Gene Garvey, or Mr. Garvey as we students are supposed to call him.
He was a pretty good looking guy. He was in his early thirties. He had a ruggedly handsome face and a body in fine shape.
He was a history teacher who helped coach the football team during the season. He had wavy brown hair, deep dark eyes, and big broad shoulders.
Teacher wore a brown jacket, a white shirt, a dark brown tie, and tan slacks.
I was dressed for action. I wore a red satin blouse and a short blue skirt and black loafers. My legs were bare - no pantyhose.
The door was closed. I was supposed to be meeting him to see what I could do to get my low history grades to perk up.
I had a plan to boost my grades, and get some kicks, too.
I never met the man I couldn't have. Oh, sure, some men are harder to seduce than others, but sooner or later, they come around.
Teacher was a big red-blooded male animal in his physical prime. I could tell I was getting to him right from the start.
He sat at his desk, with a textbook out in front of him, so he could show me the course of study which was supposed to pick up my grades.
I was standing, leaning over his shoulder, with my palms resting on his desk. I leaned so that my hair fell across his shoulder.
He looked up, a quick glance, but he didn't try to move my hair away or anything. He went on talking, that boring history jive.
I leaned a little more forward, so that the tips of my tits pressed his shoulder. That got a reaction out of him, all right.
He squirmed around, fidgeting on his seat. He shifted over to the side, so his shoulder was out of the way.
He blushed. That was kind of cute. Red color rose up into his cheeks. He was in big trouble if he was that uncomfortable around me.
I walked away from him and went to the door, which was shut. I looked out into the hall. The lights were off and the hall was empty.
When I turned around, I was opening my blouse. He was annoyed at my rudeness in walking away while he was talking, and he started to scold me.
His words stuck in his throat as he saw me pick open the little buttons of the blouse, unbuttoning it from my neck to my navel.
I wasn't wearing a bra. I don't need to, since my tits are high and firm, even though they are full and heavy.
For a second he looked puzzled, confused, like he didn't know what was happening. I pulled my shirt out of my skirt and took it off.
I was bare from the waist up. My tits jiggled as I walked toward him. I cupped them in my palms and raised them high, offering them to him.
"My God, Debbie!" When he finally found his voice, that's all he could say.
My nipples tingled. They started to hurt. I pinched them hard, so hard that it brought tears to my eyes, but it made them get all stiff and hard.
My nipples are fat, and when they get hard, they're really something to see. They jutted out from the tips of my tits like jewels.
His eyes widened so that I could see white all around the irises. His mouth hung open, like he was trying to catch flies with it, or something.
"My God, Debbie!" He was at it again. He forgot that he was a man as he remembered that he was a teacher, a man with responsibilities.
The little wheels on his chair squeaked as he pushed it back, but before he could get up out of it I was there, putting my hands on his shoulders.
He's a big grown man, and I'm only a teen. He's about ten times stronger than I am, but you wouldn't have thought so, from the way I held him down.
I peered down between his legs. I saw the bulge his cock and balls made in the crotch of his baggy slacks. His dick wasn't hard.
He was still so stunned and surprised by what had happened that he hadn't had time to get turned on by me - but I would take care of that.
His face was red and hot to the touch. I rubbed his cheek. My tits with their stiff nipples hung over his head. I played with his hair.
He remembered that he was supposed to be in charge. He set his jaw real firm and tried to take a businesslike approach.
"Debbie, get those clothes back on, or I'll-I'll-"
"You'll what?!" I laughed at him. "You don't want me to get dressed, anyway. You want me to finish getting undressed!"
I felt those good hard muscles of his shoulders bunching up under his jacket as he got himself ready to rise up out of his chair.
"Don't do anything stupid," I said. "You'll spoil everything, especially when I start screaming for help at the top of my lungs."
He had nothing to be guilty about, except that maybe he was getting a tingle, a forbidden glow, from looking at my naked tits.
But when I threatened to make some noise and raise a ruckus, he looked sick, green around the gills. He looked over at the door.
"Yeah, you sure would have a tough time explaining this to the school board," I went on. "This would sure take a lot of fast talking to wiggle out of!"
I was right, and he knew it, too. It would be his word against mine if I hollered "Rape!" - and I can fake crying so that it's more convincing than the real thing.
His rebellion didn't last long. He sighed - there was a groan in that sigh - and then he kind of slumped down in his chair, like a whipped dog.
I told him that it wasn't very flattering, his acting like that around a girl who was standing there waiting for him to make a move.
In a sick kind of voice he asked me just what it was I wanted from him.
I answered him by showing him. He gasped as I put my hand in his lap and squeezed his cock and told him that was what I wanted.
I had him off balance, and it was the time to go full speed ahead. My fingers kneaded and pulled the limp, thick cock.
That reminded him he was a man. His cock quivered at my touch. I felt the fat blunt head of his cock and I ran my fingers over it.
His cock grew inside his pants. He squirmed on his seat as his dick got all hard and stiff, so that it bulged in the crotch of his pants.
I smiled to let him know that I liked what I was holding. His cock felt like a piece of pipe tucked in the crotch of his trousers.
His eyes got even wider as I got down on my knees. The wooden floorboards were hard against my knees, but I just ignored them.
My head was level with his groin. I slid my fingers under the flap of his fly, picked up the zipper, and pulled it down.
His knuckles whitened as he gripped the arms of his chair. His face looked like a red mask. He was scared and he was turned on.
I opened his fly and slipped my hand inside. His stiff cock thrust against the white cotton under shorts he wore, stretching 'em at the seams.
I told him that he would have to stand up for a minute. I had him under my spell now -he looked like he was hypnotized.
He got up creakily, like an old man rising up from a wheelchair. There was nothing old or creaky about the hard cock which bulged even fatter now.
He tried to open his pants, but his hands were shaking too hard. I took hold of his wrists and pulled his hands down to his sides.
I opened his belt buckle and the top of his pants. It was easy - I've undressed plenty of men. I tugged his pants off his hips.
The change and keys in his pockets rattled as his pants hit the floor. He had lean hips and strong, muscular, hairy thighs.
He was a man. I love the bodies of grown men.
I rubbed his stiff cock through his shorts, feeling and fondling it. He chewed his lips, so that they turned pale white.
He groaned when I slipped my hand under the elastic waistband of his shorts. It was my turn to sigh when I felt his hot hard cock.
His cock throbbed against my fingers. I wrapped them around his cock and gave it a good solid squeeze before I took down his shorts.
I pulled the shorts off him, peeling them down off his hips, rolling them at the tops of his muscular thighs, which were stiff from tension.
Tension is a mild word to describe what Teacher was going through. He shook like he was having a fit. His hands were trembling.
I got off on that - it gave me a feeling of power that made me all hot.
I got even hotter when his shorts came down and his cock sprang free of them. His dick was long and thick, with a bullet shaped head.
"That's what I wanted to see," I murmured, licking my lips to get them all wet and glimmering. I wrapped my hand around him.
His voice sounded like he was being strangled. He whispered his fears of someone, anyone, walking into the room and finding us like this.
It could have happened, too, at any second, since there's no way to lock the classroom doors in any room in the school.
That made him sweat, but it only got me more turned on, 'cause I like some danger when I'm having sex - it makes everything more intense.
I told him if he was so worried, that he should just sit down. I tugged downward on his cock to add weight to my words.
I was hot. My nipples were so stiff that they hurt when they throbbed. There was a feeling of wet warmth inside my pussy.
I knew my pussy was going to feel very, very good in a few minutes - but first it was time for the preliminaries.
Looking dazed, Teacher sat down in his desk chair. I crawled on my knees until I was crouched in the space under his desk.
Since the desk was solid, nobody coming in through the door could see me, or see him from the waist down.
He was still dressed in his jacket and tie and white shirt, so he looked normal, except for his face, which was all hot and twitching.
My legs were folded under me. My bottom rested on the backs of my heels. I put my hands on his bare thighs, spreading them wider apart.
He was all tense, and his thigh muscles felt like rocks. His pants and shorts were hanging down around his ankles. His cock bobbed and jerked.
I caught hold of it and squeezed it. It was in my fist, with its fat red head jutting out of the top of my fist.
When I pulled on his cock, the fat blue veins which wound around it throbbed against my fingers. A drop of fluid leaked out.
It was a single drop, clear and colorless. I parted my lips and stuck out my pink pointed tongue and licked the drop off the tip of his cock.
He sounded like he was crying with joy. His hands were pale white, he was gripping the arms of his chair so hard.
Holding his cock, I guided it deep inside my mouth.
INTERVIEW TWO
Debbie showed no remorse or twinges of conscience as she described how she had used the threat of falsely accused rape to make the teacher obey her.
The girl seemed to view the incident as one more amusing erotic episode, one of the many sexual encounters she caused to happen.
* * *
Doctor, you would have thought that Mr. Garvey had never had his cock sucked before - and for all I know, maybe he never had.
In any case, it was time for me to show Teacher a few tricks. I took the head of his cock between my puckered lips and sucked it.
His cock was thick and long. The head of it was fat and red and swollen. I curled my lips over my teeth, and pressed them around his throbbing shaft.
He groaned, he gasped, he moaned. His face was all red and screwed up, with a big black moaning mouth seeming to take up half of it.
I whipped my tongue across the tip of his cock head. He squirmed and shifted in the chair, every muscle of his shaking from the strain.
I loved the way his cock filled my mouth, like it was specially designed for it. I put my free hand, the one which wasn't holding his cock, between his legs.
I fingered his balls. They were all swollen, tight in the sac. He squirmed and gasped some more as I ran my fingertips down the divide in his sac.
I let his twitching balls lay there in the palm of my hand, which cradled them. I moved my head forward, taking him deeper into my mouth.
I rubbed his swollen cock head against the slippery roof of my mouth.
Lust was getting the better of his fear now. He moved forward on the chair now, so he could put his hard cock deeper in my mouth.
I slurped and sucked on his knobbed cock head, wrapping my tongue around it. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked him hot and heavy.
I took him deeper into my throat. He let out a hiss of breath which sounded like steam escaping from a leaky radiator.
Really turned on now, he reached forward, shyly at first, and touched my face.
He rested his hands on my cheeks. I bobbed my head back and forth, running my puckered lips up and down his heated cock flesh.
His cock was a red-hot bar of flesh in my mouth. Saliva drooled from the corners of my lips as I sucked him faster and faster.
He was moving to meet me now. He rocked back and forth on the seat of the chair, his naked sweating buttocks squeaking against it.
As I moved my head, I would pull back so that only his knobbed cock head remained in my mouth. I whipped my tongue over the tip.
I strung him out. When he moaned that he couldn't take it anymore, I lowered my head back down, taking his shaft inside my lips.
My head rocked faster and faster. I stroked the base of his cock, and his swollen balls. I whipped my tongue against his shaft.
His moans were getting kind of loud - he would come soon. It was time to finish him off. I took his cock in deep.
He wailed as my mouth clamped down on the length of his shaft. My puckered lips were pressed against the base of his throbbing rod.
The moment of truth had come - and so did Teacher.
For a second, his stiff cock twitched on my tongue. Then a deep, heaving groan was forced out of him as he came inside my mouth.
Since the time I was twelve, I knew enough to swallow come. His cock was planted deep in my throat when semen spurted from its head.
The come jetted from his cock in thick gushes. It splashed against the soft tissues at the back of my throat. I gulped the fluid down.
It was thick and cool as it glided down my gullet like honey. Teacher's head whipped from side to side, throwing off drops of sweat.
He came heavily. There was a lot of stuff, shooting out from his cock, and I gulped it all down, milking him for every last drop.
His body went all stiff, as stiff as his cock was in my mouth. He shook like he had fever chills. He made weak wailing noises.
I kept his cock deep in my mouth. Finally the spurting come died down to a thin oozing trickle which leaked from the tip of his cock.
I sucked it all down. He gave one last cry, like he was giving up the ghost. Then he threw off the tension in his body, like a dog throwing off water.
He put his arms on his desk and rested the side of his head on the blotter. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open and moaning.
He seemed weak as a kitten after he came -except for his cock, which was still stiff. That was good - I wasn't through with him yet.
Finally I pulled my head back. I held the base of his cock between my thumb and my index finger. My lips glided over his flesh.
His cock was bright red. Saliva and his own come glimmered on it. It was red and rubbery and flexible as it came free from my lips.
A fat pearly drop of come oozed from his cock head when I squeezed him. I licked it up before I got out from the desk.
A strand of come was stuck to my chin. I scooped it up and swallowed it.
Sometimes, right after I've sucked off a guy, it really turns me on to force him to kiss me, so he can taste his own come in my mouth.
I decided that I better not pull that gag with Teacher just yet. He would have to work up to that one. But I wasn't through with him yet.
His hard red cock jutted between his hairy thighs. Slowly he lifted his head up from his desk, like he was waking up from a long nap.
I put my mouth up close to his ear and told him what I wanted to do.
He didn't like it much. I told him that if he wasn't nice to me, it would spoil things, and I'd get really mad at him.
But I had a more convincing argument than mere threats. I saw he was reluctant, so I pulled up my dress and took down my panties.
He stared at my bush as the panties went down, revealing my pubic patch and then my thin and pinkly perfect, delicate little pussy lips.
I stepped out of my shoes, so I was bare foot. I pulled my panties past my hips, and then they fell quickly down my thighs and calves.
The panties fluttered down to my ankles. I stepped out of them. I held my skirt raised up past my waist and showed Teacher what I had.
Then I did more than show him. I took hold of his hand and guided it between my legs.
He didn't need much urging. His hand shook as he fingered the soft brown curls of my bush, then fondled my pussy lips.
My pussy lips were all quivering and sensitive. They tingled as he rubbed them with the tips of his fingers, stroking them.
As he rubbed them harder and harder, they rippled and then split, flashing pink wet pussy membranes which dripped with secretions.
Now he was ready to perform. He got out of the chair. He looked comical. He wore his suit, tie, and white shirt, but his white shirt tails only came down to his waist, and his stiff shining red cock jutted below them.
Holding my skirt up, I parked my bottom on the seat of his chair. It was wet from his sweating buttocks. I reached up and grabbed his tie.
His tie was like a rein which I could use to guide him. As I pulled down on it, his. strong hairy legs folded, bending at the knees.
We switched places. I sat in his chair, and he got down on his knees under the desk, the spot where I had been only a moment ago.
I spread my legs wide apart and let him have a good look at what I had. My pussy was a thin-lipped pink slit below the hairy brown bush.
Just to get him hotter, I fingered my pussy, stroking it, rubbing it. I pulled back the pussy lips to show him my tiny, throbbing clitoris.
I put my hands on the back of his neck, which was dripping with sweat. I pulled his head forward, between my parted thighs.
He didn't need much urging any more. He eagerly put his head between my legs, pressing his hot face against my pussy.
His puckered lips planted hot kisses on my pussy, which sure didn't need the stimulation, since I was already hotter than hell.
I pressed his face hard against my pussy. The pussy lips spread, exposing my wet membranes, which I ground up against his face.
My juices smeared on his mouth and chin. I gasped as his tongue snaked inside me, licking the juices as it glided over my membranes.
His mouth was a hot wet thing clamped to my sex. His tongue dipped inside me. I lifted my legs, draping them over his shoulders.
The backs of my knees rested on the tops of his shoulders. My calves and feet hung down on his broad muscular back.
My pussy felt like it was plugged into a current of electric pleasure as his mouth worked on it. I crossed my ankles.
Now my soft smooth inner thighs pressed the sides of his head. I slumped back in the chair so I could thrust my pussy even harder against his mouth.
He moved his tongue up my slit, until he probed for the clitoris, found it, pressed his tongue tip against it, and wouldn't take it away.
I took hold of his hands and lifted them - his arms were heavy. I put his hands on my tits, one on each of them, pressing them there.
He gripped my tits, squeezing them as his tongue worked on my clitoris. I was hot and sweating now, as I enjoyed what I had set out to have.
My sweating buttocks stuck to the seat so that it made wet sticky sounds as I rocked my hips back and forth, fucking his mouth with my pussy.
It was hot and fast and hard, and it didn't take me long to come.
When I came, I squeezed my thighs shut as tight as I could on his head. I had a fit of ecstasy that almost knocked me out of the chair.
I was in a steamy, sexed-up haze. I shook my head to clear it. Sweat stung my eyes, and I blinked them to take some of that salty sting out.
Teacher had done a pretty fine job of eating my pussy. I opened my legs and let my feet fall on the floor. He lifted his head and gasped for air.
My juices were smeared all over his face. My pussy felt like a ball of hot electric pleasure floating between my legs.
I felt good all over, but I was far from satisfied. Teacher had used his mouth to make my pussy come - now, I would see how good he was with his cock.
I got out of the chair and stood up. My orgasm made me all lightheaded and dizzy, so I had to hold on to the desk for support for a moment.
He crawled out from under the desk. The red rod of flesh between his legs looked stiffer and hotter than ever to me.
He groaned as he stood up. He looked even more dazed than I felt. I turned my back to him and leaned forward from the waist.
I put my palms on the top of the desk for support. The nipples on my dangling tits were hard and throbbing. My wet pussy lips quivered.
I pulled up my skirt so that it was bunched up past my skinny waist. My ass cheeks wiggled and jiggled as I shook my butt at him.
He came up behind me. Teacher didn't need any teaching now - he knew what to do. He wrapped his big broad hands around my hips.
He planted a hot wet kiss right on my ass. I could have gone for more of that kind of action - a lot more - but the fire in my pussy was urgent.
I spread my legs, parting my thighs, opening my pussy to him.
He pressed up behind me. His hard cock rubbed my naked ass cheeks. He reached up and fondled my tits as he kissed me on the back of the neck.
I reached around behind me, my hand closing over his cock. It throbbed inside my grip as I guided the red swollen cock head to my pussy.
I rubbed the cock head against my pussy, loving the feelings it sent shooting through the wet lips as it massaged them up and down.
Teacher was eager. He pressed his cock head against my pussy lips. His cock head was a wedge prying the pussy lips open for his entrance.
I arched my back, thrusting my ass against him. His cock head was in my pussy now. He was big, just like I'd dreamed he'd be.
He shoved into me, corkscrewing his cock into me. Now it was my turn to moan and groan as he fed the hot rod of heated cock flesh inside my pussy.
He filled me, and then some. I was moaning as his hot fat rod stretched my sleek wet insides. He held on to my hips as he thrust deep.
A moan was forced out of me as his cock sank deep inside me. He was so big that I could hardly take all of him, but I managed.
It was a quick, steamy fuck. He thrust forward into me like he was attacking me with his cock, stabbing me with it.
I'm sure he was mad at the games I had played - no man likes to be dominated by a girl half his age. Well, some men do, but that's another story.
He worked his cock in and out of me. I held on to the desk and let him fuck me. He was mad, and that made the sex twice as sweet.
He rammed so deep into me that I squealed and rose up on tiptoes. He was yelling, "Is this what you wanted, you little bitch?! Is it?! IS IT?"
As a matter of fact, it was, but I never got the chance to tell him.
All the noise we were making must have circulated out into the hall, because suddenly the classroom door was jerked open.
Just as Teacher came inside me, Mr. Dill, the vice-principal, stormed into the room, thinking he would catch some students making out.
He caught us - and that's why I'm here now for counseling, Doctor.
CONCLUSION
The unfortunate victim in this case history is of course Mr. Garvey, the hapless teacher who was literally caught with his pants down.
While Debbie got off with a suspension, poor Garvey was drummed out of his teaching job in disgrace.
CASE HISTORY THREE
SUBJECT: Joan B.
AGE: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Joan came to me for counseling after a traumatic incident of sexual abuse.
She is a quiet girl, shy and studious. She is slim and slender, with a pale, delicate face and a lean body which has hardly ripened into feminine curves.
Her fellow students consider her a bookworm - she is very bright - and she does not make friends easily. Her clothes are drab, out of style.
Despite her lack of knowledge at properly presenting herself, Joan is quite a pretty girl, with soft brown hair, wide brown eyes, and soft pink lips.
She has small budding breasts, a rounded bottom, and long thin legs. Joan is a shy person who keeps mostly to herself, making few friends.
Only recently, she became the victim in a sordid case of sexual abuse.
* * *
It happened after school, in the middle of the week. My parents' house is not far from the school, so I usually walk there.
I was a block or two away from the building, standing on the corner, when the car drove up. Three of my fellow students were inside.
They were a grade older than me. There was Ellen, Bobby, and Joe.
They're part of a wild crowd. Ellen is the ringleader. She's a hard, tough girl who's been mixed up and in trouble with the law before.
She's very pretty, in a tough kind of way. And she has a super body.
Her mane of thick hair is so black that it glints with blue highlights. She has a heart-shaped face, green eyes, and a wide-lipped mouth.
She wears a lot of make-up. That day, she had thick lashes and dark brows and her lips were painted glossy red with a thick gloss.
She's short, but with big breasts and rounded hips. She's easy, too, so there's always lots of boys hanging around her all the time.
That day, she wore a red blouse and a black skirt. She sat in the front seat of the car, on the passenger side.
Bobby was the oldest. He was seventeen, and it was his car. He's handsome and a star athlete, with thick dark hair and a lean body.
Joe was in my grade. He's on the short side, with an overweight problem. But his parents have a lot of money, which helps his popularity.
The car slowed while I stood on the corner, holding my books to my chest. I had a lot of studying to do, so I had plenty of books.
Ellen rolled down the window and asked if I wanted a ride home. I wondered why she asked me, since we hardly ever talk to each other in school.
I said that I didn't mind walking. The boys urged me to take a ride. Bobby is very cute, and I was so flattered by his attention that I couldn't say no.
I got in the back seat. Joe was there. The car pulled away from the curb very fast, leaving burnt rubber tracks on the street.
Now that I was in the car, I saw that they were all drinking beer. Joe offered me a can but I said that I didn't want any, thank you.
Ellen teased me for being a straight and a square. She was drinking.
The car drove past the street where it would have had to turn to take me home. I told Bobby that, but he didn't stop the car.
He looked at Ellen. She winked at him. They looked like they were planning to do something. Once again I asked him to stop the car and let me out.
Bobby said that it was a nice day for a drive into the hills. I said that I didn't want to go for a drive, I wanted to go home.
Joe and Ellen told me to relax. Joe popped the top on a beer can. Foam bubbled out of the top as he held it toward me.
Some of it spilled on my dress. I felt sick. Now I would be in real trouble with my folks, when I came home stinking like a brewery.
Ellen told me that I had to go for a drive now, since that would give me time to have my skirt dry out. I was very uncomfortable.
Joe joked that I ought to take off my dress. He thought that was funny, and kept making remarks in that line, which I didn't like.
We left the town behind and rode up into the green hills overlooking the valley. It was a part of town I had never been in before.
We were close to the summit of the hill. Bobby slowed when we reached the entrance to an old abandoned quarry.
There was a metal fence and gate in front of the dirt road which led up into the quarry. But the gate wasn't locked.
Joe got out of the car and swung the gate open. I asked what we were doing here. Ellen said that we were going to have a picnic.
I was too far from home to walk there now, so I had to go along.
Bobby drove inside. Joe shut the gate and got back into the car. From the outside of the quarry, it looked like nobody had entered.
The car followed a dirt road. There were high rock walls and ancient rusted machines which had been used to quarry blocks of stone from the hillside.
It was very isolated and lonely. There wasn't a house in sight on this part of the hill. Bobby parked by some old sheds.
We got out of the car. It was early autumn and the sun was high and hot. Joe took a six-pack of beer and a blanket out of the back seat.
We climbed a small grassy hill. Ellen and Joe spread the blanket. The three of them sat down. I stood off to one side.
They kept on drinking. Bobby and Joe kept trying to get me to drink some beer, but I didn't want to. Ellen just watched me.
Ellen and Bobby kept whispering to each other, which I thought was rude, especially since they looked at me from time to time as they talked.
Finally Ellen started opening her blouse, unbuttoning it.
I was shocked. I asked her what she was doing. She said that she wanted to get some sun while it was still hot enough to get a tan.
She unbuttoned her blouse. I saw that she wore a sexy black bra. She pulled her shirt tails out of the blouse and laid it aside.
Despite my embarrassment at what was happening, I couldn't help but look enviously at Ellen. She was so well developed compared to me!
Her breasts and the rest of her body, was like the physique of a grown woman. Her breasts were larger than those of most adult females.
The black bra must have been a size too small for her. It was straining at the seams. It plumped up her breasts, lifting them, giving her deep cleavage.
I blushed. She wasn't embarrassed, but I was. There was a lot of tension in the air, now that she had taken off her top.
She asked Bobby to take off her bra. She turned her back to him. He eagerly unhooked the back strap of the bra and opened it.
I noticed that he didn't fumble and was very sure of how to undo a girl's bra. I guessed it was hardly the first time he had undressed a girl.
Ellen was a tease. She knew the effect she was having on the boys. She took her time in taking off the bra, slipping the straps down off her shoulders.
She kept pulling the bra cups down an inch or two at a time. More and more of the pink masses of her breasts came into view.
Finally she pulled the bra off altogether. Her big breasts jiggled as they came free from the bra cups, tumbling out of them.
I didn't want to, but for a few seconds I couldn't help but stare at her breasts, and at her fat nipples, which looked as big as thumbs.
Her rosettes, the circles of pink flesh surrounding the nipples, were wide and large, with blurred edges that faded into her white breasts.
Ellen was a real exhibitionist. She cupped her breasts, one in each palm, and lifted them to the sun, the fleshy mounds all shaking.
I was shaking, too. I didn't like where this little party was going. I decided that long walk or not, I was getting out of there.
As I got up to go away, Ellen's hand shot out and grabbed my ankle.
She's short and strong and big-boned, while I'm thin and frail. I was taken by surprise, too. She pulled me down on the blanket.
I tumbled down, not hurting myself, but falling awkwardly. My skirt, which was long, rode up to the middle of my thighs, and my legs were spread.
Ellen asked me what I thought I was doing. I said that I was going home. She and the boys laughed at me. My face got hot and red.
Ellen told me that I couldn't leave, that the party was just starting. I angrily told her that this wasn't my kind of party.
I said that they could do what they liked, but I was getting out of there. Ellen told me that I wasn't. "Isn't that right, boys?" she asked the others.
I could see that Bobby and Joe were both totally under her spell. That's when I realized that I was in big trouble, and got scared.
Bobby put his arm around my shoulders. He said that he thought I was cute, and asked for a kiss. When I wouldn't give it to him, he took it anyway.
He held me tight, so I couldn't go. I squirmed and struggled as he pressed his mouth on mine. His breath was hot.
He crushed his lips on mine. His tongue probed for my mouth, but I wouldn't open it so he could stick it in.
He put his hand on my breast and squeezed it. Joe snickered. I was breathless when I finally broke free from his embrace.
I was so mad that I hauled off and slapped his face very hard. His eyes narrowed. He told me that I shouldn't have done that.
Ellen spoke up. She said that since she had taken off some of her clothes and shown what she had, that now it was my turn to do the same.
I told her that she was crazy if she thought I was going to do that. She might be a tramp, but I wasn't like her!
Her face got all ugly. She said that I thought that I was high and mighty and too good for anybody else, and that I should be taught a lesson.
The boys crowded around me. A cloud covered the sun and it got all dark and cool on the hillside. I felt sick to my stomach.
I tried to run. Bobby and Joe laughed as they grabbed me and pulled me down on the blanket. Ellen encouraged them.
They pinned me down on my back. Joe gripped my wrists and held my arms pinned down to the ground. Bobby got between my legs.
Ellen crawled to me on her hands and knees, her dangling breasts shaking from side to side. The nipples were stiff now.
She said that she wanted to see what I had. I tried to break free, but I was like a child in the hands of the two boys.
I started shrieking for help when Ellen unbuttoned my blouse. He held both my wrists in one hand, and clapped his other hand off my mouth.
Ellen opened my shirt. I wore a plain white bra. The boys sat me up so that they could take off my blouse and my bra.
I was really scared now. Ellen told Bobby and Joe to be careful not to rip any of my clothes - "that way she can't say that she was forced," Ellen said.
Off went my blouse. Bobby opened my bra at the back. Joe put his hand on my breasts and pulled off the bra cups with his thick fat fingers.
I was in a panic as my breasts were bared.
Ellen's breasts were the size of grapefruits. My breasts were like plums. They were budding mounds of flesh, small and delicate.
My tiny nipples had neat small round rosettes. Joe and Bobby pawed me. They grabbed my breasts and pulled and poked them and squeezed them.
I started crying. But that didn't make them feel sorry for me. It just seemed to bring out the cruelty in them instead.
Ellen mocked me, comparing the size of her breasts to my own. She said that I was built like a little girl who hadn't even had her period yet.
Joe whispered hoarsely that he wanted to see the rest of me. Bobby grinned and agreed that it was a good idea. Ellen undid my skirt.
Joe sat on the blanket behind me. He wrapped his arms around me in a bear hug, pinning my arms to my sides.
He kept rubbing and squeezing my breasts. Meanwhile, Bobby caught my kicking legs and held them so Ellen could take down my dress.
She pulled my skirt off my hips, off my legs and feet, and tossed it aside, with the rest of my clothes. Now I wore only panties.
They were plain white cotton panties. I felt sick when Ellen slipped her hand inside them and peeled them off my narrow hips.
I struggled wildly, but it was useless. Ellen pulled the panties down, exposing my bush and pussy. She tugged the panties down past my thighs.
The three of them got all silent when I was naked. They looked at each other over me. Bobby said, "Well, what do we do now?"
"What do you think?" Ellen asked sarcastically.
INTERVIEW TWO
On her second interview, Joan had gained more confidence and trust in the confidentiality of the doctor/patient relationship.
She was now ready to detail the sexual attack she had suffered at the hands of her three classmates in the abandoned quarry.
* * *
Ellen was the leader. Joe and even Bobby looked to her for instructions.
Ellen started touching me. She handled my trembling breasts, kneading and squeezing them. She pulled them, twisting and stretching the flesh.
She pinched my nipples until they stood out stiff and straight. She moved her hands down on my body, caressing me, stroking my skin.
Bobby knelt and gripped my thin ankles, one in each hand. He held my legs so that they were spread wide open and couldn't be closed.
Ellen put her hand between my legs. I squirmed and moaned as she pinched my thighs. The boys laughed at my tears and my discomfort.
Ellen touched my pussy. She touched me like she was making love to me. I realized that she liked girls as much, if not more, than she liked boys.
Her eyes were all hot and glittering as she stroked my pussy. The pussy lips rippled as her fingers glided over them.
I was really scared now. Ellen couldn't keep her hands off me. All the pictures were falling into place. I knew what it was all about.
Ellen wanted me. Now, with the boys here to do what she wanted and provide the muscle to force me, she was going to have me, one way or another.
Even as I realized that, she stuck her finger in my pussy.
She didn't hurt me. In her own twisted way, she was making love to me. She stuck her finger in her mouth and sucked it, wetting it.
When the middle finger dripped with saliva, he pressed it against my pussy lips and slipped it inside me, deep into me.
She put it in slowly at first, being real careful, like she was probing for something. She buried her finger up to the knuckle in me.
She was surprised to discover that I wasn't a virgin. That was why she had been careful, because she expected to touch my maidenhead.
I knew that there were some rumors in the school hinting that I was a lesbian, because I almost never went out on dates.
But it was because I always thought that the boys in school were immature juveniles and I didn't want to waste my time with them.
That didn't mean that I was a prude. I had given my virginity last year to a handsome German exchange student who had taught me his language last summer.
Ellen shoved her finger in and out of me, fucking me with it. Bobby and Joe had wide eyes and open mouths as they watched my humiliation.
Ellen announced to them that I was not a virgin. They were surprised.
She leered down at me. She said that since I wasn't a virgin, I shouldn't mind letting them use my pussy for a little fun.
I stopped crying long enough to beg them to let me go. I promised that if they let me go, I wouldn't tell on them.
I could see that Joe was a little worried. He was horny, but he was also afraid of the law. But Ellen was the boss of the bunch.
Bobby would go first. Ellen urged him on. She held my legs. She seemed almost as strong as either of the boys. I couldn't break free.
I screamed for help. Bobby was worried. He said maybe they should gag me. But Ellen said that there wasn't anybody else around for miles.
Bobby knelt between my legs. Joe was behind me, holding down my arms and feeling up my breasts, pawing and squeezing them.
Bobby unbuckled his belt, opened his pants, and pulled down the zipper. He was hard. His stiff penis bulged in the crotch of his under shorts.
He pulled his pants down to his knees. His erection thrust against the white cotton crotch of his underpants. Ellen put her hand on his thing.
Bobby moaned as she touched him. His eyes got all hot and dreamy. He tugged down his tight shorts and his penis sprang up.
I moaned. His member was long and thick and red. It stood straight out from his hips. His balls were tightly swollen in the sac.
He stretched out on top of me, his naked flesh pressing mine. I squeezed my eyes shut and turned my head to the side.
His hard penis brushed my thighs. I could feel the heat of his member.
Bobby played with my breasts. He pushed them up and rubbed his face against them. His face felt as hot as his erection did.
He nibbled on my breasts. He sucked my nipples up between his lips. He made smacking sounds as he kissed and licked the breasts.
I was crying steadily, my eyes were blurred with tears. I moaned when Bobby's thick cock head prodded my delicate pussy lips.
His flesh was hot and hard. It hurt me. I was too tight and dry for it to fit inside me, although he hurt me as he tried to stick his thing in.
He pulled back. His cock looked redder and stiffer than ever. He smeared his saliva on his cock, making it all wet and gooey.
He smeared more saliva on my pussy lips. He handled them roughly, so that I was moaning and gasping. He stuck his fingers inside me.
When he got me all wet, he got back on top of me. He got up on his knees and gripped his penis below the rim of its fat red swollen head. He guided it back between my pussy lips as he lowered himself down on me. My pussy lips split and spread as his cock head pushed inside.
The saliva was a lubricant which helped his penis to go in easier. It still hurt me. And of course I was scared silly, terrified.
His penis head stretched my membranes. He grunted as he pushed it in me. His thing pried open my pussy, forcing its way inside me.
He grunted and sweated. He was moaning. The red thick shaft slipped inside my stretched pussy lips. He gripped my hips.
Ellen no longer held my legs. She didn't have to. He was deep inside me now, and there was no way I could get him out of me.
His stiff thing was so hot inside me that it felt like it was burning my membranes. He dug his fingers into my narrow hips as he penetrated me.
I squealed, then moaned, as he thrust his hips, forcing his cock deep.
His weight pinned me to the ground. His cock filled me. It twitched inside me. He started thrusting, rocking his hips back and forth.
Ellen got up. She reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties.
She had a rounded tummy and wide womanly hips. Her bush was a thick black triangle of hair, covering a pair of thick, fleshy pussy lips.
She stepped out of her panties and knelt down beside me, so she could watch the show. She was so close that her breath was hot on my face.
She was excited. Her eyes were bright and hard in her red face. Her painted lips were parted. Her massive breasts rose and fell as she breathed.
Her nipples were stiff. They were hard and puckered. They jutted from the tips of her breasts. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist.
As Bobby shoved his thing back and forth inside me, Ellen urged him on. She pushed back strands of hair from his sweating face.
She caressed his shoulders and upper back. She leaned into him so that her nipples rubbed his flesh. She urged him on in a hoarse rasping voice.
Joe reached out and touched her breasts. She turned to face him. He held my hands in one of his, pinning them to the ground behind my head.
He giggled as he felt her up. His fingers clutched her breasts, squeezing them. Soft bosom flesh oozed between the spaces of his open fingers.
Bobby thrust faster and faster, like an animal. I moaned and writhed under him.
His face was red, his mouth was open and panting for breath. Suddenly he shoved his thing as deep in me as it could go.
The head of his erection bumped the mouth of his womb. He was planted deep in me. He stopped thrusting and his cock twitched inside me.
Then he came.
Semen exploded from the head of his thing. I moaned, more from disgust than pain.
I was glad that I had given in to my impulses and given up my virginity last summer to a boy I really liked.
If this had been my first time, I might have been turned off sex forever.
Bobby's come was thick and gushing inside me. My membranes were sore from the rough, careless way he had raped me.
His cock pumped come inside me. The semen filled my pussy. It soaked into the sore membranes, temporarily soothing them.
Bobby moaned. He shook and shivered on top of me as he came, like he was having some kind of convulsive fit or attack.
Then the last drops of semen stopped spurting from his cock head. Bobby gave a final shudder and groan, and sank down on me.
His head was turned to the side and he was gasping for breath. Ellen fondled his sweat-damp hair and his neck and shoulders.
After a minute, Bobby opened his eyes. Joe asked him how it had been. He told Joe that I was good and tight - not bad at all.
He lifted himself up off me. He pulled his hips back. His penis was still hard. It glided over my membranes as he withdrew it.
My pussy lips were pushed out as his knobbed cock head came free of them. His come was on my pussy lips. Drops of it fell on my bush.
He rose up off me. I was too tired and drained to fight. I lay there with my eyes closed while Joe and Ellen argued over who would go next.
Bobby pulled up his shorts and pants and tucked away his thick red cock.
His come oozed out of my pussy lips. My pussy lips were twitching and quivering from the sexual attack, and there was more in store.
Ellen won the argument. That came as no surprise - she was the ringleader, the dominant force in this unholy threesome.
She said that my mouth must be dry, since I hadn't had anything to drink. She popped open a can of beer and poured it on my face.
I gasped and sputtered as she emptied the contents of the can on me. Then Ellen had something else which she said would make my mouth water.
She straddled my head and lowered herself down on me. She held her skirt up around her waist, so she was naked from the navel down.
Bobby and Joe exchanged surprised glances. I knew from the expressions on their faces that they hadn't expected Ellen's action, either.
They were kind of shocked, although they tried not to show it. But they were more than shocked - they were excited, sexually stimulated.
Ellen folded her plump legs under her. She sat with her knees planted on the ground on either side of my head. Her thighs pressed my face.
Her rounded thighs were smooth and warm. They pressed my head, holding my face in place so that it was upturned, and couldn't be pulled away.
Her breasts jiggled from her action of climbing on me. She rose up on her knees and she put her hand between her legs and fingered her pussy.
She told me that she had something for me, and that she expected me to go down on her. She said she was sure I would know what to do.
She said that I was a lesbian. I was too sick and disgusted to bother to deny it.
She lowered her pussy down towards my face. I kept my lips pressed shut.
Her pussy lowered toward my face. The pussy lips were thick and fleshy, and glowed a warm rosy color. They were hot on my lips.
As her weight pressed down on me, her pussy lips split and spread to the sides, exposing her hot sleek wet membranes inside.
She was a mass of wet heat inside her pussy. Juices oozed from the pussy walls. They smeared on my mouth and chin as she sat on my face.
She rested her heavy buttocks on the top of my chest. She rubbed her crotch against my face, grinding her pussy against my closed mouth.
Ellen got mad because I wouldn't open up for her. She warned me that if I didn't do what she wanted, she would really hurt me.
She gave me a taste of punishment. She pulled my nipples, twisting them cruelly, stretching them out of shape, digging her nails in.
When she finally stopped, both my nipples were red and raw and stiff. I was almost hysterical as I promised to do whatever she wanted.
She smiled grimly and said that I had better perform to her satisfaction. She then lowered her pussy back down on my mouth.
Her pussy smelled musky. The smell was so thick that it made me feel dizzy and lightheaded, especially combined with the wet heat of her sex.
My mouth was open now. Her pussy lips were clamped down on it. I stuck my tongue up inside her and did what she wanted.
I started by licking the inside of her pussy. The juices were thick on my tongue. I moved my tongue tip up to the top of her pussy.
She ordered me to lick her clitoris. It was fat and fleshy, big as a marble. It throbbed as I rubbed it fast and hard with my tongue.
Ellen was hot. She fondled her own breasts while she fucked my face with her wet pussy. She ground into me. I kept licking her.
She fondled her breasts and pinched her nipples. She rocked faster and faster. The root of my tongue and my jaw muscles ached.
She climaxed. When she came, she squeezed her thighs against my head and pressed her pussy tightly against my mouth, filling it.
When she finally climbed off me, she was weak and gasping and sighing. Her bush and pussy lips were dripping with my saliva.
It was Joe's turn now. He didn't want sloppy seconds, as he called it, on my pussy, which was still filled with Bobby's come.
He wanted to fuck me in the mouth instead. Ellen and Bobby held me up on my knees, twisting my arms behind my back to make me obey.
Just as Joe took down his pants and showed me his stiff cock, a police patrol cruiser rolled into the quarry - rescue had come for me.
CONCLUSION
Joan's ordeal demonstrates that teens can be as cruel and exploitive of each other as they are to adults.
Joan is basically a stable and sensible girl. My hope is that she will soon put her painful and humiliating ordeal behind her, and pick up the threads of her normal life. Her three attackers have been sentenced to terms in various state reformatories. Behind prison walls, Bobby, Joe, and Ellen may well become sexual victims instead of aggressors.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
SUBJECT: Gail S.
AGE: Thirty-six
INTERVIEW ONE
My psycho-therapeutic practice is not open only to adolescents. My patients are evenly divided into male and female, of various ages.
Gail is a patient of mine. She is a recently divorced housewife. She comes from an upper middle class background, and is comfortably provided for.
She is a handsome woman, stylish and chic. Her hair is jet black. Of medium height, she is voluptuous, with a lush hourglass figure.
Gail is used to winning - to getting what she wants. This was one of the reasons why her recent divorce was particularly damaging to her ego.
Her husband, Jeff, is a year or two younger than she is. I should properly label him as her ex-husband, since their divorce was finalized.
It was a messy court case, that divorce action, and Gail is still bitter.
* * *
I thought Marla was a good girl. And she was good - in bed. But she had a lot of big ideas and a lot of ambition, more than I could handle.
Let me tell you about the first time I made love to her.
Marla was hired as a housekeeper and babysitter by the couple who lived next door to my husband Jeff and I, in the suburbs.
Marla had a full-time job, as the neighbor woman had recently had another child, and needed Marla to keep the house in order.
Marla is a very striking girl. She made an impression on me the first time I ever saw her. She was the kind of girl used to being stared at.
She claimed she was nineteen, but detectives working for my lawyer found out that she had lied about her age in order to get the job.
At the time she worked for the neighbors, Marla was seventeen. She was lovely, lovely - it made my blood race just to watch her move.
She was tall and slender. At first glance she looked like a mere slip of a girl, all long flowing reddish-brown hair and those impossibly long legs.
Her hair was straight and long and fell almost to her waist. Her hair was her crowning glory - it was thick and glowed a glossy color.
When she performed her household chores, she wore her hair pinned up at the top of her head. When she off-duty, or minding the older children, she wore it long.
Her face was carefully shaped by Nature into real loveliness. Her facial bones were small, delicate, exquisitely formed.
She had almond-shaped eyes which looked Oriental, a long straight nose, and wide lips which were the color of ripe strawberries.
Her flesh was cream colored, rich, glowing, unblemished. Her neck was long, elegant, swanlike. Her body was a dancer's body.
She looked almost skinny, until you got close enough to notice the full roundness of her high firm bosom, which was surprisingly abundant.
Her body was in top condition, so her pert breasts were high, without sag. Her bottom was deliciously rounded, lushly curved.
But her ribs showed through her flesh, her belly was flat, and her hipbones were sharply prominent.
Her legs were long, the thighs and calves taut and shapely.
All in all, Marla was a prize package. It would be natural to assume that a girl so lovely had been hired for more than domestic duties.
But Marla was soft-spoken, modest, polite, educated. There was nothing vulgar or obvious about her, nothing of the tramp or the whore.
I knew that my neighbor was a jealous wife, and if Marla had given her the slightest grounds for suspicion that she was carrying on with the husband, the girl would have been immediately discharged.
Instead, my neighbor praised the girl to the skies. Good servants are impossible to find, and this Marla was a real jewel.
I envied my neighbor, and not merely because she had a diligent housekeeper.
Marla and I became friends. She was outgoing and easy to talk to. We would have coffee together in the morning and often share lunch.
One afternoon, when she was on her day off, she was visiting me. Jeff, my husband was away for the day, working at his job in the city.
Marla dressed like a college student, a serious student. This morning she wore a black turtleneck sweater and a gray skirt which came down to her knees.
I was lounging in my housecoat. I'm a late sleeper, and I wore a silky, gauzy nightie under my robe. High heeled mules were on my feet.
My breasts were naked under the nightie. It was pink and gauzy and clung to my curves. It was transparent, so my flesh could be seen through it.
My nipples jutted against the fabric. The hem of the garment came down to the middle of my rounded thighs.
I was brushing out her hair. It was unbound, and hung down her back in shimmering reddish-brown masses which shone all glossy and gleaming.
Marla took to the brushing like a cat. She was a sensual creature. As I ran the gliding brush through her hair, she sighed with delight.
Her hazel eyes were heavy-lidded. Her red lips, which were ripe and dark red even without the cosmetic benefit of lipstick, were parted.
Marla wore no make-up. She had a fresh-faced, well-scrubbed natural look.
Her hair felt like silk as I ran it through my hands. Marla sat in a kitchen chair. I stood behind her, doing the brushing.
As I brushed it, I questioned her about her social life. After all, a girl as pretty as she should have her day off filled with dates.
Marla said that she was not all that mad for men. She hinted at an unhappy love affair which had apparently left her feeling misused.
As I brushed her, she turned her head to the side and rubbed her cheek against my hand. She took hold of my hand and squeezed it.
My heart hammered in my chest. Was this the signal I had dreamed of?
I love women - and girls. I like men, but I have a real passion for young and innocent girls. That's what excites me most.
My hand was shaking as I laid it on her shoulder. Tentatively I caressed the line of her shoulder, doing it so lightly that there was nothing sexual in it.
Marla said that she liked me. I bent down, telling her how sweet she was as I lowered my head to kiss her forehead.
She tilted her head back so that I kissed her on the mouth instead.
She parted her lips, opening her mouth. Her breath was sweet, warm. Her lips were soft and yielding, but she pressed back as I kissed her.
Her tongue tip ran across my teeth. I opened my mouth wider and stuck my tongue in her mouth, tasting the sweetness of it.
I kissed her for a hot moment. Then Marla broke off the kiss. Red spots of color showed in her cheeks. Her brown eyes were wide.
She got up. She mumbled that she had to use the bathroom, would I excuse her? She hurried out of the room and up the stairs.
There was a bathroom close to the kitchen on the first floor. I wondered why she had used the one upstairs. I listened for her.
She was sending out confused signals. She wanted it but was shy, I thought. But her kiss had encouraged me to continue.
A moment later, Marla called my name. I exited the kitchen and stood at the bottom of the stairs. I asked her if something was wrong.
She asked me to come into my bedroom. I climbed the stairs. The bedroom door was open. Marla lay on the bed, mostly undressed.
The sheets and blankets were pulled down to the foot of the bed. She lay on her back with her legs spread and her hand between them.
The curtains were down and the light was off. It was daytime, but shadows were heavy in the bedroom, creating an intimate dimness.
Her creamy flesh seemed to radiate light as she lay on my bed - the bed that I shared with my husband, Jeff.
But his embraces had never given me the forbidden thrills I had known in the arms of beautiful young girls with wet willing mouths.
Marla's black sweater lay on the floor, alongside her skirt. She had worn no bra, so her breasts were naked and unbound.
She was bare from the waist up. She lay on a blanket of her own hair, which fanned out under her. I was surprised by the fullness of her breasts.
She wore a simple pair of white bikini panties, and a pair of charcoal-gray knee socks which she hadn't bothered to take off.
The panties were rolled down to the tops of her thighs. Her bush was full and its color was darker than the hair on her head.
Her pussy lips were pink and intricately folded. Her long fingers rubbed the labia which rippled under the gliding strokes of her hand.
Her tiny nipples were stiff and stood out on the tips of her breasts. Her breasts shook and her long legs thrashed on the mattress.
Her fingers were wet. Her pussy lips were parted, with the tips of some of the fingers planted inside that delicious narrow cleft.
I stood in the doorway, motionless, stunned by the loveliness of her. She turned her head to face me. Her face was calm, almost expressionless.
"Make love to me," she said. That's all she said.
I took off my robe, letting it fall from me as I approached the bed. My nipples were standing out stiff and straight, so stiff that they throbbed.
Moist warmth oozed inside my pussy. My hands trembled with eagerness so I kept them down at my sides so Marla wouldn't see how excited I was.
Keep cool, keep cool, I told myself. She was a girl and I was a woman. I was experienced in the art of making love to another female.
Marla's pert firm breasts jiggled as she sat up in bed, her long spread legs stretched out on the mattress, her hand still between them.
I didn't say a word as I kicked off my shoes and sat down on the edge of the bed. I wrapped my arms around her thin body.
Her flesh was so warm that it felt like it was on fire. The flawless flesh was smooth as satin. She gasped under my gliding touch.
I kissed her hard, tasting my fill of her mouth, rubbing my tongue against hers. I toyed with her breasts as I kissed her.
Her lips were pliant. So was the rest of her. Her attitude made it clear to me that she wanted me to be the aggressor and take the lead.
That was something which I was more than willing to do. I put my hands on her bare shoulders and gently but firmly pushed her down on her back.
I lifted her leg and laid it in my lap, across the tops of my rounded pink thighs. I unrolled her knee sock, caressing her as I removed it.
After the second sock joined its twin on the floor, I took hold of her panties and tugged them down. She lifted her buttocks from the bed.
I slipped the panties past her bottom, pulled them down her taut thighs, off her calves, and past her perfectly formed little feet.
I pulled off my nightie. My breasts were much heavier, more womanly than Marla's. My fat nipples were like pink grapes on the tips of my breasts.
All I now wore were my panties. I wasted no time taking them off. Now both Marla and I were naked on the bed. She lay there, waiting.
Her eyes were closed, but her parted lips were curved upward in a smile of pure pleasure.
I rested my hands on her thighs. My palms were sweating. I pushed her thighs apart, opening them for me. Marla silently moved her legs.
I knelt on the mattress between her spread legs. My bottom rested on the backs of my heels. I lowered my head between her legs.
She writhed her hips when she felt my hot breath playing over her pussy lips. Her bush was softer than silk as I nuzzled it.
She moaned as I planted my puckered lips on her pussy and covered it with quick darting kisses. At the same time, I fondled her thighs.
I stuck out my tongue and touched it to her pussy. The labia rippled as my tongue rolled over them, teasingly licking them.
I pressed my tongue tip against the labia and pushed it inside.
Marla was dripping wet. No doubt her fondling of her pussy while she waited in bed for me had contributed to that condition.
She was a delicious girl, just as I dreamed she would be. Her secretions tingled on my tongue with a naturally fresh taste which was uniquely hers.
When I had tasted my fill, I pressed my tongue tip to her clitoris.
The fleshy button was a throbbing pink pearl of flesh. Marla moaned faster and louder as my tongue whipped over it.
I reached across her belly and took her breasts in my hand. They were perfect handles of flesh. I squeezed them as I tongued her.
She lifted her taut and tensed buttocks off the sweat-stained mattress and ground her pussy into my mouth. Her eagerness excited me.
She was more excited, though, and she came violently.
Her body twisted under the influence of my darting tongue. Her head was tilted back, cording the muscles of her long neck.
Her open mouth was moaning constantly. Her eyes were squeezed shut. Her face was red, shiny with fine beaded droplets of sweat.
Her moans rose up into a high-pitched wail when she climaxed. She whipped her head from side to side on the pillows.
My mouth was pressed on her pussy so I felt the contractions of it as she came. I stopped whipping her clitoris with my tongue.
That much pleasure would have been too much for her. As it was, she shrieked in a wailing yowl which sounded like an alley cat in heat.
In less than a moment, the orgasmic fury faded. She fell back on the mattress, her muscles limp as she flopped down.
It took her a long time to recover. I was patient. You don't make a conquest like Marla every day. I would handle her with care.
She moaned, closed her thighs, pressed them against her pussy, which was dripping with my saliva. Her bush was damp.
She rolled on her side. She crossed her arms over her small breasts and curled her legs and panted to recover her breath.
I lay down alongside her, stretching out, on my back. I looked up at the ceiling.
Marla was still breathless when she turned to me. She collapsed on top of my body. Her sharply pointed breasts pressed my round, full, heavy ones.
She kissed my wet face and told me that she had never experienced so intense, so thrilling an orgasm as the one I had just brought her to.
She lay the side of her head on my breasts. She nuzzled them. She stuck out her tongue and ran it over my stiff and throbbing nipples.
She parted her lips and wrapped them around my nipple. Sharp tingling sensations shot through my nipple and breast as she sucked it.
She licked a wet line from the center of my breasts down to my navel. With a moan she pressed her open mouth against my pussy.
Soon it was my turn to moan, then to cry out with raw pleasure. I had been mistaken to think that this girl was a shy innocent.
She knew tricks with her mouth, techniques with her lips and tongue, which I had never even thought of. She drove me wild.
I was babbling in an erotic frenzy before too long. Wicked Marla, that devious girl, had mouthed me to the very brink of orgasm.
I hung trembling on the edge, but she wouldn't take me over. I begged for it, begged for it from this girl who was only half my age.
I was dimly aware of Marla crawling on her hands and knees, changing position. I stroked her thighs and breasts and buttocks.
She came around to the head of the bed. She straddled my face and lowered her pussy down on my mouth. Not until I was tonguing her clitoris did she lean forward and put her mouth on my quivering pussy and resume eating me.
The orgasm was one of the most intense I had ever had.
INTERVIEW TWO
That afternoon was the beginning of a passionate lesbian love affair between Gail and the beautiful teenager.
Gail had had many lovers of her own sex before, but most of those affairs were casual. The ones which were more intense usually found the other partner more in love with Gail than Gail was in love with her.
With Marla it was different. Gail was practically addicted to the lesbian pleasures of Marla's fair face, perfect form, and insatiable sexual appetite.
Marla seemed to return the passion. She spent most of her off-duty hours with Gail, at Gail's house. Of course, it was only natural that Marla would get to know Jeff, Gail's husband. Man and girl were soon overly friendly.
One Saturday afternoon, all of Gail's worse fears were confirmed.
* * *
Marla was a wanton little bitch. Jeff never had a chance against a girl like her. For that matter, neither did I - but it was Jeff she wanted.
I had proof of that during an orgy of humiliation for me. It was bad enough, what they were doing behind my back - now they were doing it under my nose!
And there was nothing I could do to stop it. I was bound and gagged. The only thing I could do was look away and not watch them fucking on my marriage bed.
I was in a chair which they had placed at the foot of the bed, so I would have a perfect view of all the filthy things they were doing.
I was naked. They had stripped off my clothes, but that was a minor humiliation compared to some of the others they inflicted on me.
My hands were tied behind my back. One of Jeff's old ties had been used to do the binding. I was in no mood to appreciate the irony of that.
I was naked in a high-backed chair. My legs were spread open, with the ankles bound to the front legs of the chair, so I couldn't close them.
Some of Jeff's belts were buckled around my upper body. They held my arms tightly secured to my sides. They cut into the flesh of my breasts.
Jeff had bound me, but it had been Marla who was the instigator, who supervised the operation. She was the one in control here now.
She had thought up the ingeniously perverse refinement of fastening two of the thin belts so that my nipples would be trapped between them.
My nipples were red and raw and swollen from the constant chafing pressure. The belts kept them in a state of constant irritation, so they wouldn't go down.
My bottom burned like fire. Jeff, had held me down on the bed while Marla whipped my behind with one of his belts. She loved it, the little bitch!
I was gagged - gagged with a pair of Marla's panties, adding to the supreme humiliation. A cloth strip held the panties in my mouth.
Marla had made sure to turn the panties inside-out, so that the crotch, soiled by contact with her wet pussy, would be exposed.
I had been a fool. I was positive that Marla was carrying on with Jeff behind my back. Less than an hour ago, I had caught them in the act.
They thought they were alone in the house. They didn't know I was hiding, just waiting to catch them doing something.
When I barged in on their scene, they were in the bedroom. Jeff sat on the bed, while Marla faced him, holding her skirt above her waist.
Jeff was bare from the waist up. Muscles rippled on his torso and thick arms. Marla's long fingers toyed with the black matted hair on his broad chest.
Her back was to me. I saw her rounded buttocks, which I had often covered with hot kisses and an even hotter tongue.
Now, her panties were rolled down to her knees. Her feet were planted as wide as she could move them with the panties still on.
One of Jeff's hands rested familiarly on her hip. His other hand- was between her thighs. His fingers stroked her pussy.
Oddly enough, I wasn't mad at Marla at all. It was Jeff I was furious with. Marla belonged to me! She was mine, and he had no right to her!
I stormed into the room, carrying on like a crazy woman. Jealousy drove me wild. I shrieked curses at Jeff, and hissed at Marla.
They didn't react the way I had expected. Neither of them showed the least sign of guilt or remorse about having been caught in deceiving me.
Instead, Jeff was angry that I was making a scene. Marla's expression was almost unreadable, but I could have sworn she looked pleased at the turn of events.
When Jeff stood up to confront me, I looked between his legs and laughed bitterly when I saw the fat bulge his hard cock made in his pants.
He grabbed me by the shoulders and gave me a shaking that rattled my teeth. I was totally stunned - I had never been treated like this in my life.
Jeff said he was glad that things had come to a crisis. He said that he didn't love me, that he loved Marla, and that he was going to divorce me.
I sneered and laughed in his face as I told him that I had been making love to Marla for months, and that she was mine, not his.
Jeff wasn't thrown by that. He said that he knew all about it, that Marla had told him everything when she confessed her love for him.
Marla quietly pointed out that it would make a lot of bad publicity for me if I ever took her to court in contesting the divorce.
She smiled when she said that she didn't think that my relatives and friends would be very happy hearing her tell the court all the details of our lesbian affair.
She looked so smugly hateful and triumphant that I saw red. In that moment, love turned to hate. I wanted to claw her eyes out.
I lunged for her. Jeff went crazy when he thought that his little darling might get what was coming to her. He grabbed me roughly.
I cried out in rage as he flung me down on the bed. Before I could react, he was on top of me, wrestling me, pinning me on the mattress.
Marla joined him. It was her idea that the two of them should torment me, but it was an idea which pleased and excited Jeff.
He tore my clothes off. He ripped them to shreds, tearing them off me and throwing the scraps of fabric away.
Marla held me down, assisting him. When I opened my mouth to shriek at them and call them every dirty name I could think of, the little bitch stuffed the corner of a pillow in my mouth - it was an effective gag.
Jeff stripped me naked. Fury and humiliation were the two emotions I suffered. My struggles against the two of them were laughable.
When I was naked, they held me down for my punishment. Marla used one of Jeff's belts to whip my behind until I screamed with pain.
My screams were muffled, so there was nobody to rescue me. Marla proved that the soul of a sadist lurked behind that angelic face of hers.
She slashed the belt across my quivering buttocks again and again. Each punishing stroke felt like a hot wire laid across my bottom.
That whipping did its work well. It broke my pride and my will to resist.
I don't like pain. I'm the type of person who thinks that a stubbed toe is agonizing. And violence has always sickened and frightened me.
I was afraid. My husband and the teenage beauty I had thought was my lover, were like a pair of wild animals, cruel and fierce.
I was very sorry that I hadn't just keep my mouth shut and gone about my business.
I groaned when Marla finally put aside the belt. My backside felt like a mass of fire. My muscles were taut, hard as rocks.
I shivered. My buttocks felt like they had been seared by the most painful sunburn ever. If you've ever really been badly burnt by the sun, you know what I mean.
I was breathless. I panted and panted but I could hardly catch my breath. I wasn't helped by the fact that my mouth was blocked with the pillow, so I had to breathe through my nostrils. My tears stung my eyes.
My buttocks continued to twitch, but no more painfully punishing strokes fell on them. I expected Marla to launch another attack on me.
Jeff held me down. He gripped my arms so tightly that they showed the bruises for days afterwards. He would show me no mercy.
"You don't have to worry about her," Marla said calmly, "she's tamed."
The truth of her remark cut as deep as one of the vicious slashing strokes she had whipped across my backside. I was tamed.
Jeff let go of my upper arms. I pulled the corner of the pillow out of my mouth, buried my face in my hands, and sobbed heartbrokenly.
I knew that Jeff and Marla were discussing what they should do next, but I didn't care what happened to me anymore, as long as I wasn't physically hurt.
Marla said to Jeff that they could have a lot of fun with me. She whispered the rest, so I couldn't hear what she was suggesting.
Whatever she came up with must have pleased Jeff, because he readily agreed. I noticed that he always did whatever Marla told him to do.
She was a clever little vixen. Sometimes she would suggest something to Jeff in a way which made him think that he had thought of it himself.
Oh, she was a sly one! She made her comments in a soft, whispery little-girl voice which sounded so sweet and shy.
The two of them reached a decision. Marla got off the bed. Her panties fell down to her feet. She stepped out of them.
Jeff stood guard over me while Marla went through the closet, selecting the items she would need to make my torment complete.
When she had found what she needed, she laid them out on the bed. She struck real fear in my heart when I saw her putting out a number of Jeff's belts.
Tears glistened on my red face when I lifted it from the mattress, which was damp from my crying. My voice was weak and wavering.
I begged her - begged the two of them, but mostly her, since she was in command, no matter how much she tried to act like it was all Jeff's idea.
I wept as I pleaded with her not to hurt me. Marla laughed. Her pretty face was marked with a twisted grin as she savored my sobs.
She laughed as she told me that she hadn't planned to whip me again, at least not for a while, and that the belts were for tying me up.
I whimpered that I didn't want to be tied.
Marla grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled it, twisting it by the roots until I gasped with pain. I knew she was loving it.
She warned me that if I wasn't a good little girl and didn't do what she and Jeff commanded me to do, I would be beaten until I obeyed.
She spoke to me like I was a child, adding to my humiliation. But my shame was nothing compared to the fear I had of being whipped again.
Jeff took hold of my hands and put them behind my back. Marla crossed my wrists. Jeff put his hand on the back of my neck.
He was waiting for me to show some sign of rebellion, but I had learned my lesson about the futility of resisting my two tormentors.
No matter how I looked at it, the fact was that I was their prisoner, and that they could do anything they wanted to me!
That realization put me on my best behavior. I lay there limply, not moving, as Marla bound my hands behind my back with one of Jeff's old ties.
When my hands were tied, they rolled me over and sat me up. I gasped and moaned as I put my weight on my whipped buttocks.
Waves of fire sizzled through my backside, filling all of me, squeezing fresh tears from my eyes, and fresh moans from my mouth.
Jeff fastened one of his belts around the tops of my arms, over my breasts. He pulled the belt as tight as he could get it.
It was a thin leather belt, and it cut into the soft flesh of my bosom. As he was putting the next belt on me, Marla came up with her refinement.
She showed Jeff where to fasten the buckled strap, so that my nipples would be trapped and tormented between the pair of bindings.
Marla sat on the bed facing me. The cool elegant features of her face hardly matched the expression of gloating wickedness she showed.
She put her hands on my breasts. Her touch was hateful to me, but I didn't pull away or give her any other reason to punish me.
"Your really do have great tits, Gail," she mocked. "I'll grant you that. I wish that mine were as big as yours."
"I think that you're just perfect, darling." That was Jeff. He reached across me to caress Marla's breasts through her thin blouse.
Her pointed breasts rippled under the blouse as he fondled her. He stroked the mounds of flesh, gently squeezing them.
Marla put her hand on his, pressing it to her bosom. She gave it a little squeeze.
She said, "There'll be lots of time for that later, lover. First things first."
Her primary concern was tormenting me. She stroked my breasts, gliding her fingers along the smooth masses of warm soft flesh.
She tweaked my nipples. Marla had long nails. She pressed my nipple between the nails of her thumb and her index finger.
She kept on smiling as she increased the pressure, digging the nails into the nipple. I squirmed and moaned from the pain.
Having my hands tied behind my back caused my breasts to thrust out even more than usual, giving Marla a prime target for her attack.
I cried out as she pulled my nipple, stretching it out of shape, distending it. Jeff tightened his grip on me to hold me in place.
Fresh tears spilled down my face as Marla gave my nipple a final vicious twist.
The abused nipple was red and raw and jutted out stiffly erect, throbbing with pain. The other nipple came in for similar abuse.
Marla was not satisfied until both my nipples were stiff and sore. Then she had Jeff fasten the second belt across my breasts.
Now my nipples were pressed between the twin belts. There was no way for me to free them, since the belts were tight against my flesh.
Marla told Jeff to bring a chair to the foot of the bed. "That way Gail will have a front row seat for all the action."
Jeff dragged the chair in place from the opposite side of the room. He and Marla forced me to my feet and walked me to the chair.
I cried when I sat down on my bottom, it was so sore. I had looked over my shoulder at my backside, and seen the ugly red welts marking it.
Marla tied my feet to the small chair legs. The chair was heavily padded and cushioned, so that I sank deep into its masses.
When I was tied, it was Marla, not Jeff, who thought of gagging me. "After all, Jeff, darling, we don't want her interrupting our tender moments."
Marla giggled, just like the teenager she was. "I have just the most perfect gag!" She reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties.
She held the crotch of them under my nose. There were faint brown stains on the cotton crotch of the panties, which smelled of her pussy.
At one time, only a few hours ago, the natural scent of Marla's pussy had been sweeter and more fragrant to me than the most expensive perfumes.
Now, I hated it and her and everything about her.
Marla turned the panties inside-out, exposing the crotch. She told me to open my mouth wide "for a real treat I know you'll love, Gail!"
I kept my mouth tightly closed. Jeff said that he was going to slap my face until I learned how to obey, but she said that there was an easier way.
Marla merely pinched my nostrils shut with her fingers. When I opened my mouth to gasp for breath, she stuffed the wadded panties inside it.
The panties filled my mouth, muffling my shrieks of outrage. She used a cloth strip to hold the gag in place between my jaws.
When Marla finished knotting the strip at the back of my head, I was right where she wanted to have me - bound and gagged under her control.
Jeff reached for her to embrace her. Marla pressed her slim long-legged body against his, but she turned her head to look at me.
"Watch closely, Gail - I'll show you how a real woman pleases a man!"
Jeff gathered her up in his strong arms. Marla pressed her body against his, rubbing her hips against his groin, pressing her breasts against his chest.
His hands drifted down to lift the hem of her skirt and fondle her rounded naked buttocks. Their open mouths were locked in a long passionate kiss.
After a moment, Marla gently disengaged from him. He whispered that he was going to take off all her clothes so he could see her beautiful nudity.
He fondled her breasts before he took her blouse off. She wasn't wearing a bra, of course - she never did, not with those high firm breasts.
I writhed in an agony of humiliation as I watched my husband press his puckered lips to her youthful breasts and cover them with kisses.
His face was red and hot as he eagerly nuzzled her breasts. She pulled his head down to her naked bosom. His tongue licked her nipple.
Her nipples were hard. His mouth was shaped into a wanting O, hot and hungry.
Marla cupped her breast, lifting her nipple to his mouth, stuffing it between his lips. Jeff greedily nursed at her nipple like an oversized infant.
Marla fondled his thinning hair, smoothing it down on his head as she held him there, sucking on her breast.
He hadn't finished undressing her. Somehow he tore his mouth away from her breasts long enough to take off her short skirt.
It was her last item of clothing, and she was naked when it was removed. Her bush was a tufted mound of dark fur between her long legs.
I hated to watch, but there was no way that I could tear my gaze away from them. Their bodies held my attention like a magnet holds an iron nail.
Marla put her palms on Jeff's hairy, muscular chest. She fondled his big shoulders with slow sensual strokes, then moved her hands downward.
She put her hand between his legs and fondled his groin. His penis was hard.
Jeff took down his pants and shorts. His erection jutted out from his hips like a piece of pipe, thick and long and rigid.
Marla's hands touched him, delicately fingering his balls, stroking the blue veins quivering on his heated cock shaft.
Jeff was hot and bothered. He kept touching her, feeling her long masses of hair which fell across her breasts, veiling them.
Her stiff pink nipples jutted out from between glossy strands of her hair.
Jeff stepped out of his pants and shorts, and he was as naked as she was. Marla took his hand and brought him to the bed.
The blankets and sheets were pulled down. She swung her long legs up on the mattress, and mounted it so that she was face to face with me.
Marla was a sophisticated sadist. She wanted to be able to look straight at me and savor every facial reaction I expressed in my suffering.
She was on her hands and knees. Her pink-nippled, sharply pointed breasts dangled. Her legs were folded under her, and her ass was raised high.
Jeff mounted the bed behind her, with his cock facing her behind. He could watch me, too. He grinned as I writhed in my bindings.
Marla reached behind her and took hold of his cock, her long-fingered fist closing over it so that its red swollen head jutted from the top of the fist.
She didn't need any foreplay to make her pussy wet and lubricated for fucking.
She was already dripping wet. Subduing, stripping, whipping, and humiliating me had turned her on more than straight sex ever could.
Jeff fondled her high, smooth cupcake buttocks, the white globes rippling under his eager touch. Marla moved her knees wider apart.
"Watch this carefully, Gail - you might learn something."
"I doubt it," Jeff laughed. "After all, they say you can't teach an old dog new tricks!" Old dog! - he was only a year younger than me!
But it was Marla who knew the tricks. She rubbed the head of his cock against her pink pussy lips, massaging her flesh with his erection.
She leaned forward, pressing her buttocks against his red hot member.
Jeff pressed his cock head against her pussy lips and pushed it inside her.
He jammed his cock head between the labia. Marla really laid it on thick for his benefit, oohing and aahing like she was in ecstasy.
But I saw her face, which he couldn't see. Her expression was coolly composed, and her eyes were mocking, like she was laughing at the both of us.
Jeff snaked his cock inside her. She whimpered in that little-girl voice of hers, crying out that he was too big for her.
You know that Jeff ate that nonsense up. He sure thought he was some kind of stud with this girl half his age - but who was really using who?
Marla gasped as his red shaft sank into her pussy. When it was all the way inside, Jeff rocked his hips back and forth, fucking her.
Marla swung her hips to match his movements. Jeff reached under her and played with her tits, rubbing and kneading them.
Marla really flattered his male ego. She did everything but howl like a bitch in heat. Jeff squeezed the handle of flesh which was her breast.
Marla crouched, supporting herself with one hand while she reached between her legs with the other. I saw Jeff's stiff shining cock plowing her pussy.
While he fucked her, she pressed her fingers on her clitoris. She rubbed it fast and rough while his cock pumped back and forth in her pussy.
Jeff groaned. He let go of her breast and wrapped his big hands around her narrow hips and really went wild, stabbing his cock into her.
He came. His face, red and swollen, scrunched up like it was under heavy pressure. Groans were forced from deep in the pit of his stomach.
His mouth was a black hole which filled the lower half of his face. He shuddered as semen was pumped from his cock into the pussy of his teen mistress.
Marla carried on. She whipped her head from side to side, as though she was in uncontrollable ecstasy. She gasped and moaned.
Her hair flew in all directions, flailing her slim sweating back, falling over her face and breasts, the tips of hair brushing the mattress.
But I watched her face closely - and she was faking her orgasm. Her face was twisted in passion and she was moaning, but her eyes were clear and alert and watchful.
That put a new kind of thought in my head. I realized that Marla didn't care at all for anybody but herself.
She was sexually excited, yes, but not by Jeff. She was thrilled by the power which she, a teenage girl, held over both of us.
As if I could suddenly see the future, I could imagine what their life together would be like. Yes, she wanted Jeff - for now.
He was wealthy, and he obviously worshipped her, even though I knew now that she did not return his mad love, but was at best amused by it.
That was what she showed me - what she allowed me to see. Jeff couldn't see it, of course, since he was taking her from behind.
He would be what she wanted, yes, for a little while. She was an ambitious girl.
Faithfulness didn't exist in a bone of her body. She would take her pleasure where she found it, most likely from younger, more beautiful men.
When she found a man who was richer than Jeff, she would leave him with no more concern than a honeybee shows when it drains the nectar from one flower and moves on to the next.
Marla was the kind of girl who always got her own. When she could be free of Jeff, she would make him suffer before casting him aside.
I could almost feel sorry for the poor dope - almost.
Jeff groaned like a dying man as the last throes of his orgasm faded away. His eyes were squeezed shut in his red sweating face.
He kept his cock inside Marla while he hugged her and kissed her. In her little, breathless voice, she whimpered that only he could make her come alive.
Jeff fell for it hook, line, and sinker. Even as she praised him, Marla winked at me. I had her figured out.
Marla didn't torment me physically, any more that day. After Jeff pulled his red stiff cock out of her and flopped on the bed to rest, Marla even got up and took off the belts which cut my breasts and punished my nipples.
Her masses of long hair fell on the tops of my thighs as she lowered her head to my breasts. I feared that she was going to hurt me.
She didn't. Instead, she kissed each of my throbbing punished nipples in what I knew was a goodbye kiss.
"Sorry," she whispered, looking at Jeff, "but all's fair in love and war!"
I have a feeling Jeff is going to be discovering how true that is very shortly.
CONCLUSION
Gail proved to be a most reliable prophet. Within a year after Jeff divorced her and made Marla his bride, her extravagant demands had drained him financially.
Jeff, fearing he would lose the great love of his life, embezzled funds from the company where he held a trusted position of respect.
His clumsy theft was found out. Arrest, conviction, and disgrace were his. While he served his prison sentence, Marla divorced him.
Marla married the wealthy president of the company Jeff had worked for. At last report, the amoral beauty was sunning on the Riviera, happy and satisfied - for now.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
SUBJECT: Julia B.
AGE: Thirty-three
INTERVIEW ONE
Julia is a quiet young woman who lives alone in a house she inherited from her deceased parents. She was comfortably provided for in their will.
She is slim and delicate, with brown hair, a finely formed face with small pert features, green eyes, and a soft pink-lipped mouth.
She is uninterested in fashion, and wears plain, simple dresses. But she has a fine physique under the drab outer clothes she wears.
Since she does not have to work for a living, Julia is practically a recluse. She is a poetess who is happy with her books and her privacy.
Recently, however, her privacy and house were invaded, with chilling results.
* * *
Donald and Marie were in the kitchen of my house. I was with them. The two of them wouldn't let me out of their sight.
It was about eight o'clock in the evening. I was dressed only in my bra and my panties -and the ropes they had used to tie me to the chair.
It was a high-backed armless chair with a round cushioned seat. My hands were tied behind my back, and my upper body was tied to the back of the chair.
I still wore my glasses. They hadn't taken those from me. The glasses had slipped down to the middle of my nose while I squirmed.
It was maddening. I ached to straighten them out, but of course I couldn't, since my hands were securely tied.
It was very disorienting. My vision is none too good without glasses, and the glasses had fallen so that I could only partially see out of them.
Marie was fixing a snack. My little kitchen was filled with good food smells. But fear had killed any appetite I might have had.
I was a prisoner in my own house, held captive by the pair of strangers who had knocked on my front door only hours ago.
Marie had fooled me. She looked so sweet and innocent that the suspicion that she might be something other than a normal girl who's had an accident never crossed my mind. She had played her part to perfection, fooling me.
She was in her middle teens. That was my guess, but I couldn't be sure. But she looked quite young, particularly her face.
She was of medium height, an inch or two shorter than the average, I suppose. Her hair was the color of straw, adding to her all-American image.
She wore her hair in a pair of braids which framed her round face and fell to the tops of her breasts. Satin bows were tied on each braid.
Her face still had its baby fat. It was round and shining, with blue eyes, a saucy upturned nose, and bee stung red lips.
Her body was more mature. She was plump, almost buxom, with breasts which were much larger than my own, a wide bottom, and thick strong thighs.
She looked like a schoolgirl. She wore a red-and-white checked long-sleeved blouse, a blue denim skirt which came down past her knees, white ankle socks, and loafers.
Marie's partner, Donald, looked equally clean cut, which proves how deceptive appearances can be. I judged him to be in his early twenties.
He looked more like a graduate student in engineering than like the criminal he was. His short brown hair was neatly cut, parted on the side.
He had a fresh young face with barely a trace of a man's beard on it. He wore a flannel shirt, new blue jeans, and sneakers without socks.
He had a fine body, trim, lean, athletic, the kind of physique I associate with joggers and track men and runners.
The jarring note was the revolver which was stuck in his waistband.
I live alone in a small but comfortable house on the edge of a quiet suburban town. Life is usually calm and uneventful.
This evening, as I was finishing up my dinner, the doorbell rang.
Marie was at the door. She was crying and obviously in a state of tension. Fat tears rolled down her red cheeks. She twisted her hands nervously.
She cried that there had been an accident - that her boyfriend's motorcycle had overturned in a ditch - that he was seriously injured.
As soon as I opened the door to lend a hand to this poor girl, Donald stepped out of the shadows of the porch, where he had lurked in concealment.
At first, I thought it was merely a joke in poor taste. It was like something out of a television show. The gun seemed unreal, a stage prop.
Donald jabbed it in my ribs, hurting me. He and Marie forced their way into the house, with the girl shutting and locking the door behind them.
Then the nightmare began.
Despite their youthfully innocent appearance, they were a pair of young hoodlums, thieves who had had their eyes on my house for some time.
They knew that I lived alone. Donald menaced me with the gun. He was soft-spoken, almost polite, but somehow that was more chilling than if he had been brutish.
The old habits of a comfortable existence die hard. I wasn't quick enough to realize the total hold this criminal pair of youngsters had over me.
Marie slapped my face. I was more shocked by the violence so casually committed by this fair-faced, pretty, attractive young lady.
Donald gave the gun to Marie, who pointed it at me while he went through the house. He was making absolutely sure that I had been alone in it.
My pain made me realize the danger I was in. My house was isolated, so there were no neighbors to notice what was going on.
When Donald returned, I cooperated with them. I had never felt fear like this before. It was a new and terrifying sensation.
I didn't have much money in the house, but what I had, I gave to them. Donald collected my small pieces of jewelry.
Now that they had the loot they came for, I prayed that they would go and leave me unharmed. But no such relief was in sight for me.
Marie informed me that this was just the kind of quiet hide-out that she and Donald were in need of, and that they would be staying for the night.
I begged them to go - promised that I wouldn't call the police - but they only laughed at me and told me to shut up.
We were in my bedroom on the second floor, where my money and jewels were.
Donald told me to take my dress off.
I gasped. I raised a shaking hand to my open, speechless mouth. Donald grinned and Marie snickered at my flustered confusion.
Donald spoke sharply, said he wasn't kidding. Marie told me to hurry up and take off my dress before she stripped it off me.
Sexual terror filled me. Their cruel faces told me that there was no hope of pity or mercy from them. I started to strip.
I wore a long-sleeved white blouse, very feminine and frilly, with lots of lace and ruffles. My gray skirt reached down to my ankles.
My hands shook so hard that I was barely able to undo the mother-of-pearl buttons running down the front of the blouse.
My skin was cold, and my face was pale. I took off my blouse. I wore a white bra whose lacy cups held my small firm breasts.
My hands trembled too much for me to undo the catch of my skirt. Marie slapped my hands away from my side - I cried out in shock.
She opened the button and pulled down the small zipper and opened the skirt. She tugged it off my narrow hips so that it fell to my feet.
I wore a white satin half-slip which reached from my waist to my knees. My legs felt like rubber. My knees knocked together.
Marie took off my slip, too. I begged the two of them not to hurt me. Donald said I wouldn't be hurt if I did as I was told.
I stood there in my bra and panties. Every inch of my exposed flesh seemed to be crawling with apprehension at what the couple might do to me.
Marie fashioned a noose at the end of an eight foot length of clothesline. She slipped the noose over my head and fastened it around my neck.
I thought that they were going to murder me. Marie told me to relax. They weren't going to hang me - this was going to serve as a leash.
She tied my hands behind my back and took hold of the opposite end of the rope circling my neck. We set off to explore the house.
I took them through the house, from the attic to the basement. They picked up everything which could be gotten rid of for quick cash.
After they explored the house to their satisfaction, they went into the kitchen. Marie used the rope leash to bind me to the chair.
She cooked a meal for herself and Donald. They wanted liquor or drugs, demanded them. But I only kept a bottle of blackberry brandy in the house for medicinal use, and as for drugs, there was nothing more potent than aspirin.
"I'm sure that we'll find some way to keep ourselves occupied," Marie said when Donald informed her of the situation.
He picked up the bottle of brandy. "It's time to go to bed."
"Yeah," Marie said, "let's do it right in her bed - that will be a kick!"
I was untied from the chair only so I could be taken to my bedroom. I was between Marie and Donald as we climbed the stairs.
When we got into the bedroom, Donald pushed me against the wall. He put his hands on me, squeezing my small breasts through my bra.
I turned my head to the side and begged him to stop. He pressed his mouth on my lips and kissed me so hard that he made my lips hurt.
I was breathless and shaking when he stopped kissing me. But I wasn't being given a rest - now it was time for them to undress me, stripping me naked.
I was so frightened that I cried out. Marie held me from behind, clapping her hand over my mouth, muffling my outcries while Donald stripped me.
She unhooked my bra. Donald tugged the cups off my breasts, exposing them. The small breasts jiggled when the cups were pulled down. My nipples were soft and pink. They tingled when they were exposed. The bra was a rolled line of white fabric beneath my breasts.
Donald leered as he felt and fondled my naked breasts. He pulled them, pushed them together, pulled them to the sides, squeezed them.
He reached down and pulled off my panties. He hooked his arm under my knees, while Marie held me under my bound arms as they lifted me.
They lifted me completely off the floor and carried me to the bed and tossed me on it. I bounced on the mattress, crying out as I did so.
They warned me that if I didn't stop making so much noise, they would give me some rough treatment which would really give me something to cry about.
I couldn't stop my soft sobs, but they didn't seem to mind that, as long as I didn't shriek and wail in mortal terror as I had been doing.
"You know, she's not such a bad looking bitch at that!" Donald thoughtfully rubbed his chin as he stared at me squirming on the bed.
"No, not at all." Marie sat down on the bed and ran her fingers along my thigh.
"Which one of us is going to get to fuck her first?" Donald asked.
Both of them laughed at my gasp of dismay. The criminal couple decided to solve the problem of who would violate me first. They tossed a coin - the winner would be the first to take me.
INTERVIEW TWO
Julia has problems confronting her traumatic violation - her dual violation, since she was used and abused by both Donald and Marie.
Still, Julia is a sensible young lady who realizes that the road to recovery will begin when she successfully comes to terms with the assault.
* * *
Now I was trussed up and ready for the raping.
It was even more bizarre than I had feared. I felt like a sexual babe in the woods compared to this dominant duo of sexual deviants.
Marie had called the toss, and won the right to be the first to have me. I hardly knew or could imagine how one female would rape another.
I would soon find out. Donald assisted Marie in positioning me for her perverted pleasure. First, I was turned on my tummy.
My legs were doubled under me. My hands remained tied behind my back. The side of my head and my upper body were pressed against the mattress.
Marie wedged pillows under my tummy, stuffing them in there. They supported me, and kept my backside raised so that it was high up.
Marie slipped a rope loop around my ankle. The loop was connected to a rope which was secured at its other end to a leg of the bed.
Donald did the same thing to my other ankle. The result was that I was tied so that my knees were far apart on the bed,
This parted my thighs and exposed my pussy to whatever violation they had in mind. My feet were tied so I could not close my legs.
Marie and Donald handled me while they tied me to the bed. They felt me like they were a pair of smart shoppers in the market inspecting a piece of meat.
They lifted my breasts, weighing them in their palms. They squeezed my buttocks. Donald pried them apart and probed my anus with his finger.
Never had I known indignity and humiliation like this. I had lived alone for years, and it had been over a year since I last had a sexual encounter.
Marie pulled my nipples, pinching them until they were stiff and sore. I whimpered when Donald poked and prodded the sensitive lips of my pussy.
Marie said she had to go downstairs to get a few things. When she exited the room, Donald took off his clothes, stripping naked.
He stood by the bedside and made me watch him. I tried not to look at first, but he grabbed my hair and twisted it by the roots.
He took off his shirt. His torso was lean, without fat, lightly haired. His skin was pale. He took down his pants and stepped out of them.
He wasn't wearing any shorts. His penis was limp but thick, and his balls dangled. He put his hand between his genitals and lovingly squeezed them.
He gripped his member. It quivered in his hand. He grinned as he approached me. I shrank as far back from him as the bindings would permit.
He touched the round swollen head of his penis against my smooth shoulder. His throbbing organ felt hot on my flesh.
He rubbed his penis against the smooth line of my shoulder and my upper arm. His member spasmed, growing in his hand as he touched me with it.
Within seconds his penis had doubled its length into a full-sized erection.
He told me that he wanted me to give it a great big kiss.
Luckily, the return of Marie temporarily spared me from that indignity. She held a small leather bag which was similar in size and shape to a purse.
She set the purse down on my night table. From inside the purse she took out a bizarre object, one which I had never seen before in my sheltered life.
After seeing it for only one second, its function and uses were obvious - and frightening. She told me the object was called a "dildo".
The dildo was shaped to resemble a stiff penis, a thick long member with a rounded bullet-shaped head. Straps dangled from the base of the shaft.
Donald stood beside her. Marie held the dildo in one hand. She wrapped her other hand around the real erection which jutted horizontally from his hips.
She told me that she was going to fuck me with the dildo, and that Donald would fuck me with his real cock. She had a filthy little mouth, the way she talked.
She smirked as she told me that they were going to turn me into their whore.
As she spoke, she stroked and fondled Donald's hard member and swollen balls. Her artful caresses soon had him gasping and sighing heavily.
She took both rods out of her hands so she could take off her clothes, which soon lay in a heaped pile on the floor when she stripped naked.
She was big-boned and buxom, in robust good health. Her oversized breasts were fat mounds of flesh with thick pink nipples and rosettes.
Her hips were wide and womanly despite her tender age. Her bush was a light shade of brown. It was downy and full and fleecy.
Her pussy lips were soft pink, intricately folded, warm. She rubbed them.
She strapped on the dildo. The awful thing looked doubly obscene, jutting from her full pink hips, which were so soft and feminine.
Marie started touching me. She whispered obscenities, rasping them in my ear, as she fondled and felt me, pawing every part of my body.
I was helpless to resist her. Her breath vibrated in my ear, sending chills up and down my spine. She squeezed and pinched my breasts.
She asked me if I ever sucked cocks. That was her language, not mine. She knew that even her ugly words sent shivers of fear and distaste through me.
She said that it was high time that I learned to master such an important skill, and that Donald would give me all the practice I needed.
Before that, she would give me an audition, to see how much coaching I would need. She ordered me to take the dildo in my mouth and suck it.
It was warm and firm in my mouth. I pressed my puckered lips against it, wincing from the painful way she twisted the fistful of my hair she held.
She pushed my head back and forth, so that my mouth bobbed up and down on the dildo, my lips gliding over it.
When she finally took it out of my mouth, she mounted the bed behind me. The ropes binding my feet kept me from closing my thighs to protect my pussy.
She wrapped her hands around my hips and lowered her head to my rear. A tingle shot through me as she nipped the skin of my buttock in her teeth.
Her warm breath playing over my pussy was highly disturbing, to say the least. I felt like a hot wet wire was plugged into my sex when she started licking me.
It was an indescribable sensation, the feeling of her mouth on my pussy.
Heat rose in my pussy as her tongue ran over my labia. I didn't lose my fear. But somehow my fear combined with my feeling of total helplessness, arousing me.
Since there was nothing I could say or do to stop the couple from taking what liberties they desired with my bound body, I might as well cooperate, in hopes of pleasing them, so that they might show mercy to me.
Soon my tingling, quivering pussy lips dripped with her saliva. She dipped her tongue inside me, where my juices seethed hotly around her tongue.
She tasted me. I was sorry when she took her mouth away from my pussy.
She put something else into it. She rubbed the wet head of the dildo against my dripping pussy lips, massaging them.
The tip of the dildo was nestled in the groove where my pussy lips came together. They were split and spread by the intruder.
She was on her knees behind me. She put her fingers on my pussy lips, which quivered at her touch. She pulled them to the sides.
She opened me, pulling back the sheltering pussy lips to expose the pink sleek membranes inside. They quivered and pulsed.
She pressed the dildo head inside my membranes. Pushing her hips forward, she forced the long thick artificial member deep inside me.
I groaned as I was deeply penetrated. When the length of the dildo was safely inside me, she let go of my pussy lips.
They closed, pressing against the base of the long pliable shaft which was sunk inside me. Marie caressed my narrow hips.
She reached under me and pressed her fingertip against my clitoris. I reacted violently.
She giggled as I bucked in my ropes. I pulled the loops tighter into my flesh with my useless thrashing. Marie tightly gripped my hips.
Her thrashing produced another side effect. As I bucked on the bed, the writhing motions of my hips worked the dildo deeper and deeper inside me.
I soon stopped moving. That was Marie's cue to begin fucking me. She shoved her plump hips back and forth, working the dildo inside me.
Sexual friction was created as the dildo glided over my sleek stretched membranes. She rubbed my clitoris as she thrust back and forth.
It was her handling of my throbbing clitoris, rather than the penetration by the dildo, which made the heat rise up inside me.
She pressed the fleshy button of my clitoris like she was tapping out Morse code on the key of a telegraph. Electricity sparked in my sex.
Marie knew how to handle me. Despite myself, I was soon moaning and panting from the sexual heat which seethed through my body.
When the heat got so hot I thought I could no longer stand it, I climaxed.
I came with the dildo inside me. Marie thrust it deep into me as I orgasmed. She hugged me, molding her body to mine which knelt beneath her.
Her fat warm breasts pressed against my heaving back. My pussy reflexively opened and closed, clamping down on the dildo and squeezing it.
I was still panting for breath and gasping from afterglow when she took the dildo out of me. It slid over my flesh and popped free from my pussy.
I lay there, my muscles flexing, my nerves tingling, my pussy quivering. My eyes were closed and my mouth was open and panting for breath.
Since my glasses were removed when I was tied to the bed, the figures of Marie and Donald faded to indistinct pink blurs when they stepped away from me.
I was dimly aware of Marie unstrapping the dildo and stepping out of it. She came to the bed's head and climbed on it.
She sat facing me, with her back pressed against the polished wood of the headboard, and her short thick legs extended in front of her.
She fingered and felt her pussy. The fat pink labia rippled as her fingers glided over them. Her stiff nipples jutted from her breasts.
There was movement behind me. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Donald mounting the bed, taking the same position behind me which Marie had occupied.
He gripped his rod of flesh, the red swollen head of it jutting from his closed fist. He stood on his knees, facing my rump.
My pussy was alive and tingling with electrical afterglow. I whimpered fearfully, begging him to be gentle with me and not hurt me too much.
Marie moved down on the bed, until my head was between her spread legs. She shoved her crotch forward so that her pussy was right under my nose.
Her pussy lips glowed red, irritated and aroused from the rough handling she had given them. I could smell the aroma of her sex.
The musky natural scent rose up from her pussy like perfume from a flower. It filled my lungs, making me feel lightheaded, dizzy.
She grabbed a fistful of my hair and jerked my head up so she could slide her hips under it. She ground her pussy into my face.
The soft thick lips spread, smearing my face with juices which oozed from the pink wet walls of her pussy.
She put her hand on the back of my head and held my face pressed down.
Something prodded my pussy lips. It wasn't cool and slick like the dildo - it was rubbery and warm and quivering with organic life.
It was the fat, mushroom-shaped head of Donald's stiff penis. My fearful gasps were muffled, since my mouth was filled with Marie's sex.
Her juices were smeared and sticky on my red face. Now Donald pressed the warm pulsing tip of his cock against my pussy lips.
Once more I was entered, violated, and penetrated, just as Marie had done with the dildo. But this time, a rod of red flesh raped me.
It was hot against my sleek wet membranes. I gasped as it stretched and filled me. I shivered from a heat wave rising out of my pussy.
Even in all my confusion, I had to admit that the dildo had not felt good and hot and flexible the way this real live erection did.
Donald gasped, too, as he entered me. He drove his cock deep into me, forcing the swollen head of the member to the bottom of the narrow pit.
He held my hips as he raped me. His lean hips rocked back and forth, working the rod in me, generating sexual friction from the contact.
He reached under my chest and pulled one of my breasts out from under me, so that it was stretched to the side, where he could reach it.
He gripped the stiff throbbing nipple in his pinching fingers and clutched my breast like a handle of flesh while he raped me.
Marie raped my mouth with her pussy. She showed no hesitation in commanding me as to where to lick her, and how hard or soft or fast to do it.
She took hold of my ears, clutching one in each hand, pulling them out to the sides of my head so that they jutted like jug handles.
Pulling on them, bringing my head up toward her, she forced my tongue upward on her quivering wet slit, to the pearly clitoris nestled at the tip of it.
I pressed my tongue against the throbbing button. I caressed the clitoris with my tongue, timing my movements with the thrusting of her hips.
It was hard for me to concentrate with Donald's hot rod hammering home inside me. He fucked me hard and deep, driving his member into me.
When he pulled back, he would leave only the knobbed cock head inside, where it throbbed against the membranes just inside the pussy lips.
When he could stand that tantalizing sensation no longer, he would shove his hips forward, forcing his stiff penis all the way into me.
As his passion increased, he stopped playing such teasing games. His member pumped inside me, ramming gasps and groans from me.
Suddenly he shoved in as deep as he could go. His cock head bumped the mouth of my womb, which convulsively opened and closed.
He stopped thrusting. His lean hips were nestled against my buttocks as his cock was planted deep in me. He gasped for air.
His gasps turned to groans as he came. His twitching penis had a sudden pressure inside it, like a garden hose suddenly filled with water.
Semen jetted from the tip of his cock. It came in thick gushes, filling me.
My groan of disgust and dismay was muffled against Marie's throbbing pussy flesh, since my open mouth was fastened on her pussy.
Donald's erection throbbed violently as semen was pumped from his swollen balls up the rigid column of his cock, and into my pussy.
Marie demandingly ground her pussy in my face. I had been too overcome to take care of her pleasure, so she now put me back to work.
My tongue tip flickered across her clitoris. She rocked her hips harder and harder, her panting gasping breaths ending in high-pitched squeals.
She came. I was being used at both ends. Donald's stiff penis oozed its last thin drops of trickling semen into my pussy, while Marie's pussy quivered and trembled under my mouth. Both of them had had their orgasms.
They rested, but not for long. I spent the rest of the night of my captivity in being used and abused by the boy and the girl in various sexual ways.
When morning came, they had gone, leaving me alone.
CONCLUSION
Julia is confused. Under normal circumstances, she never would even have dreamed of the bizarre sexual demands which she was forced to satisfy.
But, as a prisoner, the bound captive of the criminal adolescents, she was forced to endure forbidden caresses and practices which pleased some part of her.
When I asked Julia if she would press criminal charges against the youngsters in the event that they were apprehended by the police, she said she didn't know what she would do, charge them or refuse to press charges.
This ambivalent confusion shows the mixed currents of shame and a lust for pleasure which have bewildered Julia about her true sexual nature.
I will monitor the development of her case with great interest. Who knows what will stir up her libido?
CASE HISTORY SIX
SUBJECT: Felicia W.
AGE: Forty-three
INTERVIEW ONE
Let me stress at the outset of this case history that Felicia is not one of my patients, and has never been one.
So forceful, independent, and dominant a woman is hardly the type to come to a psycho-therapist for help with her personal problems.
No, Felicia is one of the many contacts I have made over the years in the course of my researches into the bizarre sexual underground of the S/M world.
Felicia is a professional dominatrix. She is divorced, the mother of a teenage girl named Lori. Felicia makes her living from her dominance.
I first met her while compiling case histories concerning the S/M world. She was eager to cooperate, so that the outside world would get an accurate picture of her dominant lifestyle. She furnished me with much accurate and useful information.
Felicia looks dominant. She is a large, big-boned, buxom brunette. Her masses of jet-black curly hair frame her wide, often fierce face.
She stands a few inches short of six feet. She has a powerful body, with oversized breasts, a thick middle, wide hips, a plump bottom, and long strong legs.
When I contacted Felicia, asking her if she could supply me with material on teen dominants, she was able to provide me with a startling narrative concerning her daughter's initiation into professional dominance.
* * *
I smiled as I looked over the chained and naked male slave who cowered on the floor of my basement dungeon.
He was going to get much more than he had bargained for during this session!
It was early Friday night. Edward was this slave's name. He was one of my regulars, and generally took a session once a week.
Edward was younger than most of my other slaves. He was in his early thirties. He was handsome and physically fit, a fine specimen of the enslaved male.
I had selected him from my stable of slaves for this occasion. He would be the first male to cringe under the heel of my dominant daughter.
Lori waited in the outer room, out of the sight of this slave. But she had a clear view of his sufferings through the many peepholes in the wall.
Edward didn't know that Lori was present. It would be a surprise to him - a big surprise! But I don't overly concern myself with the feelings of slaves.
If they are real slaves, they won't care what I do to them, as long as it pleases me. And if they are not real slaves, I drop them like hot potatoes.
Edward fitted my purposes for a number of reasons. He was single, having been recently divorced from his wife.
She had not understood his raging need to be dominated and degraded. She had not wanted to understand. She thought that he was hopelessly perverted when he confessed his desire to be whipped and abused by her.
She had left him. Now, he lived alone in his bachelor apartment. He had no steady girlfriend and no roommate, so there was nothing stopping me from keeping him in my dungeon for the rest of the weekend, if I so desired.
Since he had neither a wife nor girlfriend to answer to, it would not matter how badly he was marked from whippings or bondage.
My dungeon is in the basement of a small suburban house. A thick oak door, reinforced with iron, seals off the dungeon from the rest of the house.
The floor is stone. Gathered around the basement are various bondage implements and devices, some of them quite large.
This equipment was constructed by some of my handier slaves. To reward them for their pleasing labors, I tormented them on the devices they had built.
Electric heat kept the dungeon warm and toasty. That was for my comfort, not the slaves'. I work better when I'm nice and warm.
I had prepared Edward for the evening. His lean, athletic, naked physique was in bondage. He knelt on the floor at my booted feet.
He is about six feet tall, broad shoulders, a tapering torso, lean hips, a small and deliciously rounded bottom, and long legs.
He has short dark hair, neatly cut, brown eyes, a wide face. He writhed in discomfort, but he looked up at me with adoring submissive eyes.
His hands were secured behind his back. Leather cuffs, thick and unbreakable, circled his wrists snugly, an inch or two of strong chain linking them.
His genitals were in bondage, too. He wore a male chastity belt. His stiff cock was bound in a latex sheath on the inside of the belt's leather crotch piece.
Attached to the harness was a short thick plug. I had greased it well before putting it inside his tight and tiny anus and locking the belt in place.
His naked buttocks glowed redly from the mild paddling I inflicted on him before locking him into the belt.
I was dressed to thrill - it was a special occasion, after all. My darling daughter would celebrate her coming of age tonight.
She knows how her mother makes her living. From her earliest days, I have taught Lori that women, the superior sex, is destined to rule men.
Starting very shortly, Lori's education in dominance would move from the stage of theory into the realm of action.
My face was heavily made-up, to accent my dominance. My eyes were imperiously arched, with thin dark brows, and deeply shadowed with eyeliner.
My wide lips were painted with glossy red lipstick which looked like blood.
Black leather was my theme for this night. My middle was corseted with a waist cincher which was tightly laced up the back.
The black leather cincher pushed up my heavy breasts, and plumped out my bottom even more than it normally was.
My breasts were lifted and supported by the black leather bra I wore. The weight of my breasts caused the shoulder straps to cut into my soft flesh.
My breasts strained against the seams of the leather cups which held them. The stiff nipples were outlined against the fabric.
A pair of flack leather panties, bikini style, was stretched tight across my wide white hips. I wore the panties over my garters.
The garter tabs were pinned to the dark tops of the stockings which sheathed my legs. Black leather boots covered my legs from the knees down.
A leather cape with a high stiff collar completed my outfit. It was held in place by a clasp at the neck, and was pushed back to reveal my body.
Slave Edward was adoring my leather boots with his lips and tongue. His saliva was the polish which made those leather boots shine.
His tongue was the brush. It was long, pink, and pointed, and it extended out from his open mouth as he glided it over the tops of my boots.
I patted his head. "I have a very special treat for you, slave. Your behavior has been exceptionally correct over the last few weeks."
His eyes were all dreamy as he lovingly nuzzled my boots, which were sticky with his saliva, saliva which was also smeared on his face.
I told him that I was going to let him serve another my mistress - under my watchful eyes and careful supervision, of course.
Alarm flickered in his eyes, but he knew better than to dare to question the will or the whim of the leather-clad mistress who ruled him.
I said that I knew he would be on his very best and most submissive behavior, and that I was certain he would not disappoint me with misconduct.
He was squirming with eagerness. Once or twice before, I had shared this slave for a weekend of dominant pleasure with a fellow mistress.
I clapped my hands, summoning Lori into the room.
Edward failed to stifle the gasp of astonishment which Lori's youth and beauty called forth from him. She looked perfect.
Lori is in her middle teens. Just as I was at her age, she is slim and long-legged, with high firm breasts and a rounded bottom.
Of course, it has been more years than I really care to remember since I was as slim as she. I was quite proud of her.
Lori's thick masses of curly hair are much lighter than mine, which are jet black. Her hair is dark brown, chestnut, with some golden highlights.
Her hair was piled up in an elaborate mass at the top of her head. The silken tresses were pinned in place. Her face was accented by the hair style.
She has a chiseled face, with a smooth forehead, dark brows, deep dark eyes- which have seen it all, a Roman nose, and wide sensual lips.
I had personally applied the cosmetics on her face, putting them on with a light and subtle touch, to accent her natural beauty, not overwhelm it.
Her eyes were darkened with shadow. Her lips were glossy. Blusher accented her high cheekbones and her sunken cheeks.
Her face was almost expressionless, except for the mocking gleam in her eye as she coolly stared down at the chained and awestruck slave.
She was playing her part well. So much of dominating the male successfully depends on the attitude of the mistress.
I've seen plain housewives with sagging breasts, rounded belly's, and generous haunches, totally enslave their men into blind obedience.
It's all in the attitude. Lori looked every inch a princess, if not a queen. Her features were cold and sharp and regal.
A white choker collar circled her long, elegant neck. There was a pink cameo in the center of the collar - a gift I had given her to mark the occasion.
Just as I was dressed all in black leather, Lori was dressed according to a certain design, too. White was her theme.
Her lushly nubile body was encased in a white corselet.
The garment, which laced up the back, was strapless, leaving her tawny shoulders deliciously bare. Her skin had marvelous golden glowing tones.
Her high, conical breasts, with their sharply pointed nipples, were fitted into the lacy white cups of the garment, which were elaborately embroidered.
The garment pushed up her breasts. Their swelling tops were on display, the masses of firm flesh rippling with each movement, each breath.
The garment reached down to her narrow waist. Four frilly white garters hung down from it, framing her golden hips.
Her long taut legs were sheathed in white stockings which fit her like a second skin, without a single wrinkle.
A tall young lady, she was made even taller by the high heels of the white patent leather shoes which her small perfect feet were fitted into.
A pair of white satin panties was stretched across her hips. The panties were so tight that her arched pubis and her pussy lips were revealed.
Her long legs were white and glashing in those stockings as she crossed the room. I embraced her and kissed her on the lips'.
Lori stood over my slave. She spread her legs in an aggressive posture, and placed her hands on her hips as she scowled down at Edward.
She said, "Since you're sitting there with your tongue hanging out, like a dog on a hot day, you might as well put it to good use!"
She lifted her leg and put her foot on his shoulder and forced him to press his forehead to the floor, bowing in obedience and submission to her.
She moved her feet under his face so he could worship them with his mouth.
INTERVIEW TWO
Like any parent whose child has pleased them by proving to be a chip off the old block, Felicia beamed with pride as she described Lori's first session.
Lori had watched her mother working on slaves scores of times, so the practice and art of dominating the male submissive was what you might call "child's play" for her. Edward, the slave, learned to respect this young but skilled mistress.
* * *
Edward was secured to the bondage horse. The evening of degradation and domination was moving into high gear now.
Lori had given him as painful and punishing a whipping as the slave could have hoped for, and dreaded. He sobbed like a baby.
The bondage horse was a simple device. It was a carpenter's saw horse, a wooden construction made from a horizontal bar supported by two pairs of vertical posts.
The top bar was covered with padded black leather. Edward's feet were firmly on the cool stones of the floor. He bent from the waist.
His middle was draped over the top of the bar, while his upper body hung down on the other side. His fingertips just grazed the floor.
Edward's hands now were tied in front of them. Restraints attached to the bondage horse held his hands and feet tightly secured.
Lori had verbally humiliated him after forcing him to suck the sharp spiked heels of her white patent leather shoes like he was sucking a cock.
She had a real talent for verbal abuse. It was a shock to hear those vicious slurs and insults and degrading remarks pouring out of her pink-lipped mouth.
Lori did not commit the mistake of hollering at him at the top of her lungs. With her soft voice, the effect would have lacked the proper attitude.
Instead, she humiliated him in a cool, clear voice, saying every filthy word clearly as she heaped the oral abuse on him.
She pulled his hair, twisting it by the roots as she made him stand up so she could take off his male chastity belt.
Her expression was coldly composed as her long fingers nimbly unlaced the leather thongs which tied his cock inside the latex sheath.
Edward was even more humiliated by her command that he turn his back to her, bend forward, and present his backside to her.
She pulled the butt plug out of his anus. She showed not the slightest sign of nervousness or unease - she was calm and skilled.
I stood on the sidelines, nodding with approval from time to time. My arms were folded across the mounds of my breasts.
After she took the chastity belt off him, she examined him. Despite, or because of his shame, his penis was stiffly erect, red, and throbbing.
Deep indented red grooves in his cock flesh showed where the tight laces of the latex sheath had cut into his penis.
There was a shiny gleam of semen on the red tip of his cock. Lori brushed it off with her fingertip, and made him lick it off her.
After more torments, verbal and physical, she marched him over to the bondage horse to secure him for the punishment he so richly deserved.
He had done nothing to displease her, but all slaves deserve to be punished.
If he had actually been so foolish as to really displease her, she probably would have punished him by not punishing him at all.
A slave can withstand any torment - except being ignored by his mistress.
And there was no doubt here that Lori was completely controlling Edward. She had established her domination over him at the start.
Each new indignity she forced on him only confirmed his slave status, taking him deeper into degradation at the hands of a teen dominant.
When he was securely tied to the bondage horse in the manner I described earlier, Lori went to the wall where the punishment devices were hung.
Here was a variety of whips, lashes, rods, canes, switches, and other instruments of punishment too numerous to mention.
Lori selected a leather strap. It was thick, black, and two feet long. Edward flinched and winced as she slashed the strap through the air.
Her high heels clicked on the hard floor as she returned to him. She took up a position behind him, facing his exposed rump.
She noticed that his penis had not softened or gone down in the slightest, and that it jutted out from his hips like a rod of red flesh.
Lori told him that he would be even more severely punished than she had planned, since she had not given him permission to have an erection.
It blew slave Edward's mind to hear those words, those promises of pain, coming from the angel-face of my dominant daughter.
He did not know, had no idea, that Lori was my daughter. I'm sure he thought that she was a new assistant mistress I was taking on.
She scolded him, telling him that something must be done about his aroused condition before he could be properly punished.
All males think with their cocks rather than their brains, and slaves are no exception. Edward would not truly suffer as long as he was hard.
He twisted on the bondage horse, contorting himself as he tried to watch her.
Lori tugged down her panties, peeling them off her hips. Her bush was dark, darker than the hair on her head. The fleecy bush was neatly trimmed at the edges.
Her pussy lips were long and thin and pink. The panties rustled as they slid down her stockinged legs to fall around her high heels.
She reached under him with her panties, wrapping them around his stiff red cock, then closing her fist over his member and kneading it.
Her hand moved expertly as it pulled and tugged his erection. Since his excitement was so great, it took him only a minute to come.
He cried out as semen jetted inside the panties. Lori had wrapped them on his cock so that not a drop of his seminal fluid was spilled.
He lay there limply on the bondage horse after the force of his orgasm died away. His sweating face was now as red as his cock.
Lori unwrapped the panties from his penis. It glowed red. It was rubbery and flexible and it shone with glistening semen.
Lori pulled her panties down over his head, arranging them so that the semen-saturated crotch was pressed against his face, particularly his mouth.
Now that his erection had been taken care of, his punishment could begin.
Lori moved the panties to one side, so he could kiss her leather strap through the leg opening.
His voice quavered as he humbly thanked her for taking up her valuable time to discipline a worthless slave such as himself.
Lori cut him off in mid-sentence by pulling the panties back over his mouth.
She walked behind him, taking her time, prolonging the suspense. She took up a stance, carefully planting her high heeled feet.
Then she strapped him. If anything, she was too enthusiastic. She took a real delight in making him cry out in harsh whimpering pain.
Again and again, so many times that I lost count, there was the flat slapping sound of hard leather cracking against soft bottom flesh.
Edward was soon close to hysteria. Tears spilled from his eyes. He sobbed and begged for mercy, mercy which Lori was not quick to show him.
It's a trait I've noticed before in young dominants especially - they love to use the whip on a cringing slave, and pour on the physical abuse.
Older, more skilled and experienced mistresses make more use of the subtler methods of psychological control, which can often prove more effective.
Still, Lori was enjoying herself, and the slave could take it, so I let her give him quite a beating. It made me hot, too.
My nipples tingled, throbbed, became stiffly erect, so that they pressed against the leather cups of the bra which held them.
There was a tingling in my pussy, as warm wet juices oozed from the pores of the precious pink membranes. My labia quivered, pulsed.
Lori's eyes were wild, flashing. Red spots of color showed in her cheeks, which were flushed with lustful excitement.
Her nipples were stiff, too - I saw them jutting against the lacy white cups of her corselet. Her exposed pussy lips were red and glowing.
As she lashed the strap across his buttocks, she put her free hand between her legs and stroked her pussy, so that she masturbated while whipping him.
Her fingertips soon shone with secretions from her pussy. She rubbed and touched herself violently, so that pink pussy membranes flashed.
I would have signaled her to stop the punishment soon. I knew that slave Edward could take a lot, but I didn't want him taken past his limits.
Lori stopped because of her own pleasure. Her fingering of her pussy finally brought her to a wrenching climax which hit her in mid-stroke.
She bit her lip to keep from crying aloud at the force of her orgasm. I liked that, since it demonstrated the self-control a mistress needs.
A mistress should always be in control of herself. It's not good policy to let a slave see his mistress writhing in uncontrolled pleasure.
Since Lori stood behind Edward, and his face was still partially veiled by the panties, he could not see her shake from her climax.
The leather strap slapped down on his buttocks for the final stroke. His ass was bright red and burning from the small of his back to the tops of his thighs.
The buttocks were dark red, so dark that they were almost purple in the welted centers of the ass cheeks, where most of the lashes had fallen.
After the last stroke fell on his punished bottom flesh, Lori let the strap fall softly off him. She leaned forward from the waist.
Her breasts nearly spilled free from the lacy cups of her corselet.
She hugged herself as she came. She closed her thighs, pressing her wet hand against her quivering pussy, her body shaking from the climax.
It took some seconds for the powerful orgasm to run its course. She put out a hand, resting it on a rack to balance herself.
She shook her head to clear it, then straightened up. I caught her eye and silently signaled for her to rest for a moment or two.
Edward lay stretched across the bondage horse, his buttocks twitching although the punishing strap no longer fell on them.
When Lori caught her breath, and recovered from her climax, she took a look at the moaning, whimpering slave twitching on the bondage horse.
His face was sticky and shining from the semen which the soiled panties had put on it. His eyes brimmed with tears, and he sobbed like a little girl.
Lori patted his head. "You took that very well, slave." She walked around behind him and grabbed his bottom, digging her fingers into his flesh.
He gasped and writhed. She clutched him so tightly that his red ass cheeks turned white where her fingers held him. He sobbed softly.
She pried his ass cheeks apart, pulling them to the sides, exposing the wrinkled brown rosebud of his anus, which quivered as it was revealed.
Lori touched her fingertip to his asshole. He moaned. She wet her finger with saliva and stuck it inside him, pushing it in deep as he grunted and groaned.
His cock, which was red and thick but limp, jerked as she wiggled her finger inside him. It stiffened to a full, firm erection.
Lori shoved her finger in and out of his ass. She teased him, calling attention to the erection he had gotten from having his bottom penetrated.
She gripped the red rod of his cock and squeezed it. A drop of come oozed out.
She called him a horny little slave. She knew that he longed, he ached to fuck her, but that was not going to happen, so he could forget about it.
She went on to tell him that she was going to fuck him, though - fuck him in the ass with a dildo, taking him from behind, making him a girl.
She got a dildo and a jar of lubricant. She strapped on the dildo, so that the flesh colored artificial rod jutted from her lean hips.
She parted his ass cheeks. He groaned from the pain, but he wiggled his ass back and forth and sideways from sexual arousal.
She smeared a handful of goo in the crack of his ass. She stuffed it in his wrinkled brown anus, greasing him on the inside.
She tilted the jar sideways and pulled it on the dildo, dipping the dildo deep into the lubricant, swirling the jar to coat it.
When she took it off, the lubricant glimmered on the dildo. It pointed like a flesh colored arrow at the target of his red-whipped ass.
She spread his buttocks, opening them for the intruder. She gripped the dildo, pressing its tip against the wrinkled ring of his anus.
I had schooled her in the fine points of using a dildo. The rectum is extremely sensitive, and must not be damaged in the fucking.
The dildo head was a wedge prying open the sealed ring of his ass. The wrinkled folds were smoothed out as slave Edward was penetrated.
His head jerked up as the dildo head pushed past his anal ring. He cried out. Lori calmed him by stroking his hips and thighs.
She put it in him slowly, sinking the oiled shaft into his tight rectum by fractions of inches at a time, feeding it to him.
The greasy shaft disappeared inside him. Edward had offered up his ass for my dildo, but this was the first time he had been penetrated by another mistress.
When the dildo was deep in him, Lori gripped his cock and squeezed it as she started thrusting. She fucked his ass slow and deep.
By now, I was so turned on that I could hardly keep my hands off my quivering pussy. But there was a better source of stimulation readily available.
Lori was fucking his ass end, but his mouth was open for use. Edward did not look up and see me until my shadow fell on his face.
My panties were down. My crotch was inches from his mouth. I held his hair in my fingers, bringing his mouth level with my pussy.
I pushed forward, gasping with pleasure as his mouth was fastened on my pussy.
While Lori fucked him from behind, I rode his mouth to a delicious orgasm.
CONCLUSION
High school is over and done with for young Lori - or Mistress Lori, as she now insists on being addressed, in recognition of her dominant status.
Lori is now her mother's fulltime assistant in the dungeon. Male slaves and submissives twice her age, and older, weep as they beg for the pleasure of kissing her boots, and other, more intimate parts of her anatomy.
Felicia and Lori, dominant mother and daughter, continue to ply their trade in the basement of a small house in a town not unlike your own.
CASE HISTORY SEVEN
SUBJECT: Lisa L.
AGE: Sixteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Lisa comes from an extremely prosperous family background. She is the epitome of what could be labeled the "poor little rich girl".
Her great-grandfather was one of the industrial robber barons of the late 19th century, and acquired the family fortune.
Lisa's mother was one of the most celebrated debutantes of her day, and she still is a great beauty. Lisa was a disappointment to her at first.
Lisa was a frail, sickly child, scrawny and ailing. Her mother had little sympathy or patience for the youngster, and ignored her when she was little.
After attaining puberty, Lisa flowered into a young beauty. Her coltish awkwardness was replaced by high-breasted, long-legged grace.
It was only when Lisa was confident in her nubile beauty that she began to pay her mother back for years of neglect and indifference.
* * *
Mother is mad at me. Good. The whole point of me taking Steve from her was to make her furious. I really couldn't have cared less about him.
I hit Mother right where it hurts - in her vanity. It's killing her that her man was taken away from her by her teenaged daughter.
Revenge is sweet, just like they say it is. The pleasure of watching Mother suffer is far sweeter than the pleasure of having Steve make love to me.
Actually you could say that I made love to him, since I was the aggressor. But he sure didn't take much persuading!
It happened at poolside. It was a hot summer day. Mother had to go into town to attend one of those dreary charity luncheons she patronizes.
The sun was high and hot. The water in the pool was blue and refreshing. I lay on my tummy on a lounging chair, tanning.
I wore a very brief bikini. The top consisted of two triangles of fabric held together with fragile rings, and the bottom was equally scanty.
Steve padded out to the pool, in his swimming trunks, with a towel draped over his arm. He was Mother's latest male toy.
The older she gets, the younger she likes her men. Steve must have been at least ten years younger than she. He was looking good.
He comes from a good family with slim assets, so he's had to make his own way in the world on his personal assets, which are considerable.
He's got golden-boy good looks and a fine, trim, athletic body, ripely tanned and tautly trimmed. The fat bulge in the crotch of his swimming trunks was a clue as to why Mother was so wild about him.
I signaled him to come over to me. He came in a hurry - most men would.
It's a funny thing about Mother. She's blind in some ways. She likes to think of me as the ugly duckling I was when I was ten years old.
I was going to show her how wrong she was. She would never have left her man alone with any strange girl who looked as good as me.
And I do look good - there's no point in false modesty.
My tits are high and firm, my waist is narrow, and my ass is ripe and rounded. The scanty bikini was the next best thing to being naked.
The shoulder straps were down around my arms, and the bikini was falling off my tits, as I lay on my stomach.
Steve pulled up a deck chair and sat down beside me. I asked him to rub some tanning lotion on my back. The bottle was on a nearby table.
The creamy lotion was cool as he poured it on my back. It sent chills down my spine. Steve looked like he was really enjoying his task.
His strong hands glided over my flesh as he rubbed the lotion into it. He had good hands, skilled and sure, that caressed me as much as they massaged me.
My nipples tingled and got hard. They throbbed. There was a warm wetness inside my pussy. I oohed and aahed as he rubbed me.
He leaned over me. My arms dangled off the edges of the lounger. I reached up and put my hand between his legs and fondled his crotch.
It took him by surprise. I had known all along that he wanted me, but of course he was too smart to ever show it in Mother's presence.
But Mother wasn't here now. And the pool was very private, with a high solid fence surrounding it to screen out prying eyes.
Steve was a little surprised at first - delightfully surprised - but he quickly recovered from his astonishment and did what came naturally.
I fondled and felt the shape of his cock and balls in his trunks. His penis was limp and thick. It stiffened and grew from my touch.
It only took a few seconds for his cock to get rock hard, and hot.
I gave his hard cock a little squeeze before I rolled over on my back. The tanning lotion on my body made me feel slippery as an eel.
The bikini top fell off my tits when I changed position. I let it fall. My tits jiggled as I leaned back in the chair lounger.
My body was bronze but there were .white patches on my tits and hips where the bikini had covered me. My stiff nipples looked especially pink, in contrast with the white pear-shaped mounds of my tits.
Steve did what came natural. He got out of his chair and got on top of the lounger and on top of me. I could feel his hardness.
I wrapped my arms across his strong back. He kissed me. Our moths were open and he shoved his tongue in my mouth and rubbed it against my tongue.
He kept on kissing me. He took his mouth off my lips, kissed my cheeks, then he licked a line along my neck and shoulders.
He handled my tits, squeezing them softly, pinching the nipples. He pressed his lips to the stiff pink points and tongued them.
He kept working his way down my body with his lips and tongue. He rubbed my pussy through the bikini bottom before he pulled it off.
He pulled it down my legs and dropped it on the patio. I opened my legs for him. He put his hands on my thighs and kissed my pussy.
Yes, there was no doubt about what Mother appreciated in this young man. His tongue skillfully glided over my pussy lips.
I was wet on the inside. I got even wetter when he stuck his tongue inside my pussy and licked the juices off my slippery pussy walls.
When he lifted his head from between his legs to look up at me, his face was all wet and shining with his saliva and my juices.
He wanted to take me right there, on the lounger, but the deck chair was too flimsy for that kind of action. I knew a better place.
I swung my long legs off the lounger and stood up. The pulsing pleasure his mouth had put in my pussy made me feel faint for a second.
My bikini top fell to the concrete. I took his hand and we hurried to the cabanas on the side of the pool nearest to the house.
The cabanas were small wooden structures. Inside there was a bench with a padded mattress. I lay down on it, my legs hanging open.
Steve shucked off his swum trunks and his jock. I raised myself up on my elbows so I could watch as his stiff cock sprang up.
It looked delicious. It was long and thick and red and bobbed as it jutted from his hips. His hairy balls were swollen and tight.
He came to me. I gripped his cock, making him moan as I fondled it. It was hot in my fingers. I lightly fingered his sensitive balls.
While he kissed and caressed me, he kept telling me that he loved me. I ignored that. Rich girls learn to take declarations of love from less wealthy men with a grain of salt. I didn't want his love, just his lovemaking.
CONCLUSION
Accidentally on purpose, Lisa made sure that her mother discovered that her boyfriend had made love to her daughter.
Her mother was furious, enraged, but there was nothing she could do. Lisa's late father had provided for the girl in a trust fund which his wife could not touch.
There was no way she could punish Lisa.
GENERAL CONCLUSION
The concept of adolescence as we know it -the teen years - is an artificial invention barely a hundred years old.
Prior to this century, there was really no such state of adolescence. People were divided into children and adults.
It was thought that when a youth of either sex had reached puberty, and was able to breed and reproduce, then he or she was an adult.
It was perfectly natural for girls to be married off at the tender age of twelve. Even today in the USA, we see the survival of this custom in the backwoods of the South, where the child bride is quite common.
Despite what certain naive individuals would like to believe about the myth of the innocent teenager, there is no such animal.
When a male or female child reaches puberty, they are subject to the same raging hormonal storms of lust and desire as a full grown adult.
A great deal of misery has been caused by trying to keep youngsters frozen in a state of perpetual virginity during there teens.
The phenomenon of the dominant teen is a symbol and a warning of the coming sexual revolution of the under-twenty set.
