Anal sex can be a most painful thing for some people. However, those who have discovered the joy of it are those who have learned how to let their bodies relax and take it all in, and they are usually much happier for it.
Sometimes, it becomes an insatiable need: Ruby G., fifteen: "The first time it happened to me was also the first time I ever really remembered experiencing pleasure. I felt the hard cock sliding into my ass and my whole body started to tingle. I was coming long before the guy ever moved his hand to my pussy to start working me over...."
Natalie D., sixteen: "The two guys grabbed me and pulled me into the bushes. They started to rape me, and while one guy was fucking my cunt, he rolled over, exposing my vulnerable ass. I felt the other man rubbing his hard flesh between my buttocks...."
Ellie G., fifteen: "I caught my sister making it with her dyke friend, and they grabbed me and stripped me. The dyke started to go down on me, and I hated it. But then, all of a sudden, I felt this dildo up my ass, and she was fucking me hard with it. My head started to spin and I shoved her head closer to my pussy to get her going...."
Lisa G., fourteen: "He was fucking me from behind, moving his hard meat in and out of my pussy. All of a sudden, he seemed to slip out, and the next thing I felt was this cock penetrating my asshole, followed by the most exhilarating wave of calm pleasure...."
CASE HISTORY ONE
SUBJECT: Ruby G. AGE: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Ruby G. is an attractive young girl with shoulder-length red hair and green eyes. She has long, lovely eyelashes and high cheek bones. I wasn't quite sure if she was wearing any rouge the afternoon she came to see me, for even though her cheeks were quite red (which could have been natural) she wore no other make-up.
She was wearing a tight-green sweater, and I could see that she had average-sized breasts for a girl her age. She wore a tight skirt, stockings and boots, seeming rather fashionable and tasteful in my opinion.
However, from the very start, I could sense something a little schizoid about Ruby, and I think you will notice from her tape transcript that there seems to be a number of people living inside of her, which accounts for many things that happen to her.
I hardly even remember losing my virginity, doctor. It wasn't one of the most pleasant experiences of my life, nor was it one of the worst. I sometimes wish I could remember more about it, and I probably wouldn't even remember what I do know if my friend Susan hadn't been there to see just what was happening.
I guess my family has always been pretty open, sexually.
My father and mother both always walked around without any clothes on, so I was seeing naked genitals from the time I was two. Of course, I didn't know too much about them. I never saw my father erect until after I had lost my virginity.
My parents would talk about sex quite openly and honestly, although they would tell both me and my sister that they didn't want us to go out and fuck everyone we saw. In fact, my mother kept advising us to try and save ourselves for some guy that we thought we would love, rather than anyone who just wanted to get into our pants.
"I understand, girls, that nowadays, kids are losing their virginity at the ages of eleven and twelve. Sex has finally come through, and people know that it's okay to do it, so even kids start young. Only I don't want you to go through any real fuck-ups, do you know what I mean?"
Wendy, my sister, and I both knew what she meant.
But that didn't stop me from losing it at age thirteen, and if Susan hadn't been there to confirm that it had all happened, I don't know if I would have remembered.
This guy named Joey who was really rich was having this party at his house. His parents had gone out for the night, but that didn't make any difference. There was this tool shed in the back of the house, and his parents had cleaned it out and had set it up as a place for Joey and his friends to hang out.
There was a fire going, I remember. Susan and I were two out of the three girls who were there. I don't even remember the other girl's name. There were about seven guys however, and after getting the fire lit, they all sat around smoking pot. I don't smoke much pot, because when I do, I start to get depressed. I don't know why that happens, but it does.
When I'm with a crowd that's smoking, though, I will, too.
Soon, I heard some of the guys talking about sex. Most of them were thirteen and fourteen, and I'd say that all of us were virgins.
"God," Joey said, "sometimes I get a real big hard-on, and I think about fucking a girl, just so I'll know what it's like. I can imagine it as I jerk myself off."
"I jerk myself off a lot, too," Ken, another guy said. "Sometimes two or three times a day, because I keep going back up."
"What about you girls?" one of the guys asked. "Do any of you ever masturbate? I always wondered if a girl can get a hard-on."
"In some ways," Susan told him. "We get a stiff clit, and then you just got to do something or else you know that you're gonna die from frustration."
I had masturbated a few times in my life, so I knew a little bit about it. All this talk about sex, for some reason, was starting to turn me on. That hardly ever happened to me, and I did like the feeling.
I remember feeling like I had a hard-on, or a hard clit as Susan called it.
"It would be fun to experiment," Joey said, lighting another joint.
I don't know what made me do what I did next. I hardly even believe that I did it, but, like I said, Susan was there and she's my best friend. I stood up, without saying anything, and started to move slowly to this music that was playing. As I did, I started to do a slow, erotic striptease. I pulled my blouse off slowly, and all the guys were cheering and whistling as they looked at me in a bra. I pulled off my pants., and then I was down to the nitty-gritty of things.
I started to open my bra slowly, and I had pretty nice tits for a thirteen-year-old girl. They weren't all that big, but they weren't small.
I've always found fires pretty erotic, and I know that this one was because my nipples were stiff. I pulled on them a little more, and then I slipped my hand into my panties and slid them all the way down, exposing my fuzzy red patch and my wet pussy lips.
Everyone supposedly went crazy, for the boys never thought that I would go all the way. I looked around and they all had hard-ons, I think.
Joey had pulled his hard-on out of his pants, and for a kid of fourteen, he was pretty big. It was red and swollen at the head, and he was jerking his hand so fast that I knew he was going to have to come soon. I didn't know how a guy came, but I knew that they reached a point where they did and had to rest.
"If you want to experiment, how about a guinea pig?"
Now doc, that's just what Susan told me I said. I don't think that I could ever say anything like that. It's not in me to say that.
But that's what led up to my gang-bang.
For Joey stood up and then pushed me down on the floor, right in front of the fireplace. All the others moved back to watch as Joey started to slide his cock into my pussy. I didn't have a hymen because I had already broken it once with a dildo. Joey slid all the way inside of me, and it felt nice to have a cock, I think.
I don't remember.
Anyway, I know that he came very fast. He thrust in and out once, and then I heard him let out this groan that I thought would be heard for miles.
I didn't know that he was coming inside of me until I felt his cock shrinking and sloshing around in some kind of cream. You see, I wasn't all that wet at the time. It takes me a while to get worked up where I'm dripping wet.
There's only one thing that ever made me come right away, and, as a matter-of-fact, it was the only fucking session that I can really remember vividly.
That was the time I got fucked up the ass, but I'll tell you about it later.
When Joey pulled out, I guess I was rather disappointed. At least that's what Susan said, because after he climbed off, I put my arms out and begged for someone else.
"Next," I said. "I want someone who's hard, but who isn't going to come so fast. No offense, Joey, but I didn't come with you. Maybe we'll try again later."
"You bet," he said, licking his lips.
He sunk down on his knees beside me and started to suck on my nipples. I could feel them swelling even more under the touch of his terrific tongue, and then his friend Ken positioned himself between my legs. He rubbed his cock head against my pussy lips and then he rammed his way in.
Susan told me that he had the biggest cock of all.
I guess he did, because I could feel him stretching me so wide, and I started to come hard and fast as he fucked me. I guess some of it had to do with the fact that Joey was sucking my nipples, because that was a real turn-on.
"I can take one this way," I said, opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue. "At least I think I can. I've never done it, but I think it's something that a girl should learn how to do in life."
I had never tasted a cock before, and believe me when I tell you that I didn't even remember what it tasted like after it was over. The only time I remember what it tasted like is that time when I was ass-fucked. I was being worked over by two guys, and at one point, one was fucking my ass while I sucked the other.
I guess I was all there at the time, if you know what I mean.
When I stuck out my tongue, I felt a cock rubbing against it. I looked up and saw that Richie, this thirteen-year-old kid was rubbing his cock head over my tongue. I sucked him into my mouth, and it was a little awkward, I have to admit. I couldn't see anything but his buttocks, and it was kind of stifling.
However, as Susan says, I just kept sucking and sucking, and after Richie came, there was another cock to take his place.
Now I know that I was enjoying this whole scene, doctor. I know it because I kept sticking out my tongue for more and I kept asking for another cock to fill my pussy. Since there were seven guys, and I was the only girl willing to put out, there was always a waiting line of guys, ready to fill my next hole. Except, of course, my asshole. I don't know why no one suggested fucking me in the asshole. I would have been willing, I think. I might have even remembered the first time, because there was something about being ass fucked that one time which brought out the best in me.
Still, that first night, I was strictly a cunt and mouth, and I don't even know how many loads of come I swallowed before I told them that I was tired of eating so much come and I wanted them to concentrate on my pussy only.
Maybe deep down I hoped that one guy would complain and force himself into my asshole, but they were all young and innocent, and I was their first girl, all of them. They weren't going to try anything different because they didn't know how to do anything different. They were only going to do what I would let them do, and somehow, the subject of being fucked in the ass just never came up.
At one point in the evening, Susan tells me, after I had stopped sucking and was only letting guys fuck me, she crawled over and sat beside me. She turned to me and moved her lips to my ears, then started to whisper.
"Ruby, why are you letting them do this to you? I don't understand it. I don't understand it at all. You're just lying here and letting them all fuck the shit out of you, do you know that? Why?"
"It feels so fucking good, Sue," I told her.
"If you knew how good it feels you would probably spread your pussy, too. Although, it seems like all the guys are getting their fill with me, and I don't see anymore hard-ons. I guess you're out of luck."
"Oh, God, Ruby, that's disgusting," she said to me. "I can't stand to hear you talking like that. It's just so cheap."
"Hey, did I ever say I was expensive?"
Susan told me all about the conversation, and after I said that to her, she supposedly gave up on trying to reason with me. Besides, as I said to her, I had exhausted all the cocks. Each guy must have come at least twice, and some of them came three and four times, depending on how often they could get their dicks up.
Everyone just kind of sat around naked after that, and we passed more smoke. Then I got dressed and left.
The next day was when I started to think that there might be something wrong with me. Susan called me to see how I was, and she was acting kind of strange toward me. I could tell by her voice that she had taken some kind of attitude with me, and I wasn't too sure if I liked it. So I told her.
"Hey, stop being a bitch with me," I said. "What's eating you?"
"Last night," she said. "I couldn't believe what you did."
"What did I do?" I asked her. "I don't know what I did. I remember getting very high, and sitting around and talking. And I don't know, did we go out to eat? I can't even remember that. Did we go out to eat after we left Joey's?"
"How could you eat anything after all that come?" she asked me.
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Don't play any games with me, Ruby. Why are you trying to act so innocent, all of a sudden? How can you even try to act innocent after letting all those guys fuck you?"
I started to cry when she told me that, and when she heard me crying, she knew that there was really something wrong. I asked her to calmly tell me just what she was talking about, in explicit detail so I would know everything that she claimed I did.
As she told me each thing, I could feel myself getting a little horny. I rubbed my legs together and the feeling went away.
After she was finished, I just told her that I must have been so stoned that I didn't even remember doing it all. She believed me, because there had been times in her life when she had been stoned, and even though she never fucked, she did some pretty crazy things that I had to remind her about.
We made some plans to do something, but as soon as I hung up, I ran upstairs to my room and started to cry. My sister Wendy saw me running right by her and she followed me into my room. Wendy was a year older than I was, and she grabbed me and shook me, telling me to calm down. I started to tell her what Susan had said.
She listened, and I could see that she was getting a little frightened, too.
"Let's just hope that it was the pot," she said to me. "If it wasn't, maybe you're just crazy like her."
I didn't tell you about my older sister, Mary. We don't talk about her too much, mainly because we don't see her and we really don't want to. My parents are rich enough to be able to afford to keep her locked away.
She was our eldest sister, and even when I was about three and she was eight, I noticed that she wasn't all there.
She did some weird things to me when she would babysit. Once, we played cowboys and indians and she tied me up. She did that so she could sit and watch television for the rest of the night without having to worry about me. I don't know where Wendy was at the time, although I imagine she was tied up somewhere, too.
She had to be.
When I would scream, my sister would bring a lit match close to me and threaten to burn me at the stake.
I would never tell my parents about what she did because she always threatened me, telling me that she would get me the next time.
It scared, me, too. I was so young.
When I was five, I remember that she tied me and Wendy up back to back, stripped naked. She started to play with our pussies, and I blacked out and didn't wake up until much later, in my pajamas, in my bed, sleeping.
Mary tried to kill herself when I was ten and she was fifteen, and that's when my parents decided to have her committed. Wendy and I never told my parents the things that she did, for we knew she was really sick. We hardly ever talked about those things ourselves, or about Mary. But that day was the first day in a long time when Susan brought it up, and she started to talk about the time when I was five and Mary was playing with our cunts, good and hard, while we were tied.
"You seemed to like it then," Wendy said to me. "You moaned, a little."
"I passed out," I said to her. "I don't remember any of it."
"She's crazy," Wendy said. "Let's just hope that you're not crazy, either. I think that we should tell mom and dad. Maybe they'll send you to a shrink."
"No. I don't want them to know. There's something that I want to do first."
I knew that I had to fuck someone else, now that I was aware of the way I just drifted off during sex. I wanted to try it and try to keep my mind together at the same time. I wanted to, real bad.
However, I was just too scared to go out and do it.
It took me a few months before I built up the courage to ask someone to fuck me. It turned out to be my cousin's friend. My cousin was eighteen, and I had thought about letting him do it. But he was a first cousin, and that was incest. I didn't want something like that to get in the way, too.
My cousin didn't think it was fair that I was going to let his friend Jay fuck me, so I made him some kind of a deal. It was for my sake, too.
I told him that if he asked Jay to fuck me, I would let him sit there and watch.
"But," I added, "if I call you later to ask you what happened, I want you to tell me everything, okay? Everything, without leaving out a detail."
"Huh? What the hell for? I don't understand."
"It's all a test," I said to him. "I can't explain it to you."
My cousin didn't think about it too much. He said it would be okay, and his friend Jay came over one afternoon while my aunt and uncle were out. Jay was a really good-looking boy with short reddish brown hair.
As he stripped, I remember that I was impressed with his body. He had a pretty hairy chest and a nice, long cock. He had a lot of hair around his cock, and balls that hung down pretty low in his sack.
I do remember all that, doctor, but the rest is what my cousin told me. I don't remember anything from the time that he touched me, on.
When he did touch me, he started to take off my clothes. I reached for his long, thick cock, and started to stroke him.
"I can't wait to feel this throbbing meat in my pussy," I was saying to him. "I want to be filled with this thick, pulsating meat."
He moaned as he thrust his cock back and forth in my clenched hand. There was a drop of come at the tip, and I smeared it all over his cock head. He got into it even more when I did something like that.
He moved his mouth down to my pussy after he undressed me, and he started to eat me. Then, I started to pull his cock toward my mouth.
"I hope that you can get it up again, baby," I said to him. "I'm gonna suck your dick dry once, and I hope you have the stamina to get it up into a good, hard fucking condition after unloading one load. Do you think you got it?"
"With you, anytime," he said to me.
He started to fuck my face hard, driving his cock all the way in the back of my throat. My cousin told me that I couldn't get enough of it. I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him close so that his cock was in my throat for a long time. My cousin said that he didn't know how I managed to breathe.
Meanwhile, Jay was flicking his tongue back and forth over my clit, and it was really terrific.
I was thrusting my ass up and down off the bed like crazy. My cousin told me that as I came, he was masturbating himself and he came. He's such a voyeur.
I felt Jay's cock starting to pulsate in my mouth, and then he groaned as he shot thick loads of come into my mouth. I swallowed it all and kept sucking him, as if I wanted to drink his cock down with the come.
He lay on top of me for a short while after he had come, rubbing his body all over mine, licking my nipples and my neck. His cock was rubbing against my leg, and it wasn't too long before he started to get hard again.
Then he spread my legs and shoved his cock right into my cunt. My body must have been exploding with pleasure because my cousin said that I grabbed the bedspread and started to claw it as I raised my legs and let out screams of pleasure.
The screams were so loud, that he thought the neighbors were going to come running to see what was going on. They didn't.
Jay was a terrific fucker, from what my cousin said my reaction was. He not only thrust his cock in and out of my cunt, but he was constantly grinding it around so that my pussy was stretching and he was making better clit contact. I remember afterwards that there was a huge wet spot on the bed, and it was all from me. I was sweating like crazy because of the way this guy was turning me on.
When his cock started to pulsate, he came inside of me.
My cousin told me that he didn't know how many orgasms I had had, but if screams could indicate anything to someone who was just looking on, it might have been three or four. He came three times, jerking off and watching.
But I didn't remember any of it until he told me, after Jay left.
"I hate to say it, cousin," he said to me, "but maybe there's something wrong with you, in your head. Like your older sister."
"There can't be," I said.
"I didn't think there was. Shit, you were one of the hottest bitches I've ever seen in action You were squirming on that bed like crazy, and you just wanted more and more and more, until he couldn't give it to you any longer."
"You're kidding," I said. "That doesn't sound like me. It just doesn't."
"It's another side of you. I've never seen that side of you, but I'd like to see it one day, too, if you know what I mean."
"Right," I said. "Well, when I decide that I'm in the mood for some first-cousin incest, I'll let you know, okay. Thanks for everything."
Wendy walked into my room the minute I came home. She had known what I was planning to do, and she wanted to know what the reaction was. When I told her that I didn't remember any of it until after Jay had left, she started to cry.
"God, two looney sisters," she said. "I'm next."
She kept telling me to tell my parents, but I didn't want to end up locked up the way my sister Mary was. I kept thinking that it would come to that, if they ever found out what was happening with me.
In some ways, then, I'm happy for what happened at the drive-in movie with Jay and his friend. I was really naive to think that he was just asking me out to the movies, especially after our fucking session. He wanted more, of course, and I gave in. I didn't remember too much of it at the beginning, but then, when his friend Robbie stuck his thick dick into my asshole, I was one whole person, loving it all....
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Ruby came to see me, she seemed in much better condition than she had the first time. She was neatly dressed, once again, and she had her long red hair pulled back in a pony tail.
I noticed the second time, that she didn't seem to change character too often as she talked, like she had the first time. Perhaps, to say that she changed mood would make it clearer for the reader, but along with that mood change seemed to be, in my mind, a complete change of personality.
However, that was the first time, and since I saw less of it the second time, I could only assume that she was on her way to some kind of recovery.
Jay called me about five days later, after our experience. I guess he must have thought I was acting a little strange. I mean, he was really coming on to me, like some great Latin lover or something.
But since I didn't have too much recollection about what we had done, except for what my cousin had told me, I was just treating him like a friend. He kept telling me how hot he thought I was, and how beautiful I was, even for a girl of fourteen. Then he asked me if I wanted to go to the drive-in.
I thought it would be fun, especially when he told me what was playing. I love movies, and you always see double features at drive-ins.
He came to pick me up, and as I walked out with him to his car, I noticed another guy sitting in the front seat.
"This is my friend Robbie," he said. "He just got back from his first year away at college, so he's pretty experienced. Hey, Ruby, why don't you sit in the middle?"
I sat between them and felt their legs brushing against mine through most of the ride to the drive-in. I was happy that they both felt free enough to put their arms around me, but still, I never thought they would want me to do anything.
You have to understand, doctor, that the other times when I had fucked were times when I had decided that the guys could do it. I was really naive to think that a guy would never decide on his own, but that's the way I thought.
After we were there for a few minutes, Jay pulled out a bottle of wine and some joints. We all started to get pretty smashed, and then I noticed that they were pulling my blouse buttons open, both of them.
I didn't try to fight with them, I know that. But I didn't remember anything until this one particular point.
I was sucking Jay's-dick at the time, and I was completely naked. Both Jay and Robbie were semi-nude, and it all started to come together when I felt something rubbing against my asshole.
I pulled my mouth away from Jay's cock and stroked it, and then I turned around, just in time to see Robbie ram his cock deep into my asshole. I could feel this burning pain ripping through me, and it was just at that moment when I came out of whatever daze I was in and got into the fucking.
"Just ease up a little," Robbie was saying. "You're nice and tight. Shit, Jay, this is only the second asshole that I've ever fucked, and you wouldn't believe how good it is. Tighter than a cunt, for sure."
I was moaning so loud as Robbie continued to ram his cock in and out. He had moved his hand around to my pussy, and I could feel him starting to finger my cunt. He knew just what to do, and then I remembered what Jay had said about his being away at college.
I couldn't wait to go away to college from that moment on, and I still can't.
Robbie's hot balls were slapping against my buttocks as he thrust in, and when his cock started to throb, the pain was greater than ever.
But it was nothing that I couldn't deal with. In fact, I moved my mouth back to Jay's dick and ate him, more greedily than ever. I sucked on his balls for a long time and then started to take his shaft all the way down my throat.
Robbie was patting my ass with his other hand.
And Jay was stroking my tits. I could actually feel the pleasure from it all, for the first time, ever. No one had to remind me about the things that I did or the moans and groans that I let out, because I remembered.
When Robbie's cock started to pulsate very hard, so hard that I thought he would come, I begged him to slow down a little. I had to drop Jay's dick from my mouth to do it, but I didn't care. It was worth it, just to keep feeling that cock up in my asshole. The pain. The pleasure. Jesus, it was incredible.
As I started to suck on Jay's cock again, he moaned, then pulsed, then pumped his come into my mouth. I know that my pussy started to spasm like crazy when that happened, and Robbie started to moan loud, too.
"God, my fingers are flooding with her juices, Jay. You were right. She is, indeed, a rare find. A hot girl who enjoys a good fuck. How fucking outrageous!"
"Yeah," Jay moaned, draining the last of his come into my mouth. "I couldn't agree with you more."
I could feel Robbie on the verge of coming, and I had a feeling that when he did come, I would just drift out of it again. I kept my mind working to try and fight that.
In the meantime, I could feel his warm cream beginning to coat my ass walls as his cock filled me up, and that was a sensational feeling.
He kept thrusting until his cock went limp, and then he pulled out.
My mind was still together, doctor. I rolled over on my back and Robbie moved his mouth right down between my legs. He started to lick my pussy, and while he did that, Jay moved his mouth to my tits.
He sucked on one nipple and then on the other, and I could feel myself bursting with pleasure, all over. Jay had a fast, hot tongue, and so did Robbie.
When I felt myself drifting at one point, just a bit, I started to moan.
"Oh, Robbie, finger my asshole. I just loved the way it felt when you fucked me before, and I need something in there to keep it going. Oh, finger me. Put in one finger. Put in two, or three. Just make it tight."
I could feel Robbie massaging my asshole entrance with his fingers, and as the muscles started to loosen up, he could slide them in quite easily. He started to thrust three fingers in and out.
There was that pain again. It shot through me like a bolt. However, there was still so much pleasure, more than I ever would have imagined, that I didn't care.
Best of all, it was keeping my mind there so I could moved my hand down to Jay's cock and stroke him. He was on the floor of the car, and we had the front seat pushed back as far as possible so we could have more room to maneuver. I bet that the people in the cars next to us were watching us, rather than the movie.
I know that we were much more exciting than the film.
I don't know how many times I came while Robbie ate me and fucked me with his finger, but my pussy was in a constant state of spasm.
Now I don't know if I told you, but Jay's dick was a little bit thicker than Robbie's. I think that Jay was in the mood to fuck my cunt, since I had been such a hot piece for him at my cousin's house. But as Jay started to grow in my hand, I knew that I was going to have to feel that meat in my asshole.
"How's your dick doing?" I asked Robbie. "Are you up again yet?"
"Pretty soon," he said. "Why do you ask?"
"I want to make a fuck sandwich. I saw a picture of it once in a magazine, and I want to do it. I think we can, even in the car."
"Hey, she's hot," Jay said, pulling on my nipple. "But what the fuck is a fuck sandwich, honey? I don't know what you're talking about."
"Jesus, you should go to college for a year," Robbie said. "I was involved in one fuck sandwich at school in the dorms. It's the best way to keep it going with two guys and one girl. One guy on the bottom, dick in her cunt, the girl in the middle, and the other guy on top with his dick in her ass. You all kind of move together and you just feel each other's pulsing genitals, and, well, shit, let's not talk about it anymore. Let's just get the action rolling."
I could see that they were both getting onto the floor of the car, facing me. I was lying across on the seat, and Jay started to climb under me.
"Hold it," I said. "Since I am the filling for this sandwich, can't I decide who goes on top and who is on bottom?"
"Sure," Jay said, "but I was really looking forward to fucking your cunt."
"You can do that later," I said. "I love your cock, Jay, and I want to see how it feels in my asshole. Come on, Robbie, tell him how good it is."
"She's right, Jay. I think you'd like an asshole. You should try it at least once. One thing I learned in school is to try anything."
"At least once?" I asked him.
"Nope. Three times. Who knows? You might end up liking it in the end. I think that one try at something is not really right. It might not work right or something, so you have to try it again. Know what I mean?"
Did I ever? After those other experiences where I had never felt anything, or rather, couldn't even remember what the fuck went on, it was terrific that this, my third time, was one where I was in sexual heaven.
Jay smiled at me, then knelt back down on the floor.
"Her pussy is all yours, Robbie old boy," he said to his friend.
Robbie lay down on the seat and I climbed on top of him. I loved the way his nice dick stood up straight. I lowered my pussy down on it, and as soon as his cock made contact with my clit, I was feeling sensational. He started to thrust up and down fast, but I pressed my weight down on his groin.
"Wait until Jay enters me. Come on Jay. Come on. Fuck my ass, baby."
Jay climbed on top of me, and I could feel him rubbing his cock near my asshole. I was still a little wet from all Robbie's come, although it was beginning to dry and get a little sticky in there. Robbie seemed to sense that Jay was having trouble entering.
"If you have to, use a little spit," he said to his Jay.
I heard Jay spitting into his hand, and then he rubbed the saliva over the tip of his cock. I felt him prodding the head of it against my asshole once again, and then he started to thrust his way into me.
I moaned as I felt myself stretching to take his thick cock head in, but I was all there, and that was what was important to me.
I don't know if I love anal fucking that much. It can be very painful, if you want to know the truth, doctor. But the idea of having something working my cunt at the same time that a cock is in my ass is pleasing enough. What I mean by something, obviously, is a cock, or fingers, both of which can do the job well enough.
That fuck sandwich was the greatest experience of my life so far. We were all thrusting our hips up and down, at the same rate, pretty much, and I could feel one cock pulsating and then feel the other.
I imagine that they could have felt each other's shaft, too, since they were so close together inside my body. I don't mean that they would actually feel each other's cock flesh, but they could sure as hell feel the movement through the membrane of skin that separates my asshole and pussy.
Robbie had a pretty hairy body, too, and that was one thing that I loved. I like a boy with a hairy chest, and I could feel Robbie's chest fur rubbing over my nipples while Jay's chest fur rubbed over my back.
"Shit," Robbie moaned, "this is terrific. What a tight cunt."
"Not as tight as this asshole," Jay moaned, panting at the same time.
"I didn't say that," Robbie said. "Her asshole is about the best and tightest asshole that I've ever fucked. Even though I've only fucked one other."
"Well, you two guys have got great cocks, both of you," I moaned. "So let's not ever go and forget something like that, okay?"
That seemed to please them.
We didn't all come together. I was kind of surprised that Robbie came in my cunt before Jay shot off in my asshole, mainly because Robbie seemed more experienced and my ass was much tighter. However, there reached this point where I was so hot that I thought my cunt walls were going to cut Robbie's cock right off.
It was so tight that he started to shiver with pleasure, right under me. Then he started to shoot his come into my cunt.
Jay came shortly afterwards, and we lay like that for a long time.
During the rest of the movie, they would take turns playing with my asshole and pussy, and I loved every minute of it.
When I went home and told Wendy about it, she was really happy. She thought it was kind of strange that I got off that way, but as long as I was still there, in mind as well as body, while it was happening, she thought it was fine.
Now the reason I'm so happy this week is because last week, after I came to see you, I made it with Joey again. Remember Joey? My first fuck. We went to the tool shed and lit a fire, and then he got me high and tried to make me.
"Joey," I said to him, "there's something new that I'm into, and if you don't think you can do it, I won't let you touch me."
When I told him that I wanted him to make sure to play with my asshole, and even to make sure that he fucked my asshole at one point, he thought that I was a little bit crazy. But once he started, he loved it.
He fucked my asshole for the longest time, and when I came because of his cunt-wandering fingers, it was a terrific orgasm.
I masturbate sometimes now, too. I'm beginning to get it down to a science. There have been times, while I'm masturbating, where I don't touch my asshole. Sometimes, I can feel my mind drifting.
However, I can usually catch myself in time and ram my fingers up my asshole. That bolt of pain always brings me back to the reality of what's happening, and I'm always there for the rest of whatever I do, which usually includes some nipple-play and some good, hot clit stimulation.
I haven't drifted too many times with anything else, and now that I'm not drifting off during sex, I really don't give a flying fuck about anything else.
CONCLUSION
I told Ruby that she definitely should be more concerned about drifting off during any other waking hours of the day, because if it continues to happen, she will surely need psychiatric therapy. She had never been to a psychiatrist, except for when she came to see me, but there is every indication that she suffers from multiple personality.
The first time anyone ever touched her cunt was when she was tied and scared because her older sister was acting crazy. That could be the first time the other personality came out, since her sister Wendy said that she was moaning passionately, while Ruby only remembered blacking out.
There is, then, one side of her that loves sex more than the rest of her, and that side came out during her first few sexual escapades. However, there is something about anal fucking that keeps Ruby all together. Perhaps, as she says, it is the jolt of the pain, which she probably enjoys. Or, perhaps, the pain from the anal sex scares the other side of her away because that side can't stand pain.
CASE HISTORY TWO
SUBJECT: Natalie D. AGE: Sixteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Natalie is a short black-haired girl who seemed, on first glance, to be rather strong-willed and determined. She walked into my office, determined to tell me everything that she wanted to without breaking down.
However, her first interview dealt with a rape that occurred a few years ago, and it was very hard for her to keep up that strength she wanted to display. She ended up breaking down and crying as she spoke.
Natalie was dressed in a plaid skirt and white blouse and looked quite nice.
I once thought that I would never let anyone fuck me in the ass. Ever. That was before I was raped and forced to take a cock in my asshole. And even after it was over, I knew, once again, that I would never let it happen again.
Having your ass fucked, I thought, was the biggest invasion of all. The asshole is so tight and a cock is so thick, and I always thought that it was just ridiculous for a guy to think that a girl would want to go through all that pain and discomfort just so he could get his rocks off.
Of course, when you're being raped, they don't ask you what you want.
It happened one night in the park. I was sitting there, waiting for my friend Linda to come meet me. We were supposed to be leaving and going to the movies from there, but she was delayed for the longest time.
I found out later on that she was having a fight with her mother about something or other, and I couldn't blame her for being late. I've met her mother, and she's not the kind of woman who lets you walk out on her when she's in the middle of fighting with you. Instead, she's the bitchy kind who makes you sit there and listen to what she has to say, even if you couldn't give a shit about it.
It started to get dark, and all of a sudden, I felt a hand over my mouth.
I wanted to scream, but the hand was making sure that I couldn't. I felt myself being dragged back into the bushes.
There was one other man waiting there, and I could only see him in the shadows. Once they had me, they started to rip at my clothes. One of the men stuffed a gag in my mouth so that they wouldn't have to worry about me screaming.
I felt one clawing at my pussy, and I knew that they were going to rape me. In some ways, I know that I resigned myself to the fact that it would happen. I thought that there was no sense in trying to keep my legs clenched together if they were just going to punch the shit out of my face to make me spread anyway.
So I did spread my legs, but the one who was clawing my pussy was doing it so hard that there was a lot more pain than there was pleasure. Then, the one who had pulled me back into the bushes started to lick my tits.
That felt pretty nice, and I have to admit that my pussy responded. Once I started to get a little wet, the one clawing me pulled his fingers out.
I felt him prodding his cock against my pussy, and then he rammed himself in. Once my pussy was stimulated, I don't think any amount of hard fucking could really turn me off. I was happy that I had been fucked a few times before, otherwise I'm sure it would have felt worse than it did.
Instead, I just started to think back to that first time with this older man named Perry. Perry was a friend of my father's, if you can believe it, and he had met me one day at a party my dad threw.
I was a little surprised when he called me up and asked me to the theater. My parents thought that it was pretty nice, too. I guess they never knew that the man had this thing for little girls. I was thirteen at the time.
He took me to his apartment after the show, and he made his intentions clear.
"I like you a lot, Natalie," he said to me. I was pretty mature for my age. "I know, and you know, that you're going to lose your virginity one day. I was thinking that maybe you'd like me to be the one. I'd like to be."
"I'm not sure," I said.
"Look, I know a lot more than any kid, and I could make you feel better than you've ever felt. You know that if you get someone inexperienced, he might not be able to do what's right and you might not like it. A first time is very important."
I imagined that he was right, especially because of the way he was being so sincere. He was holding my hand and stroking it lightly, and I could actually feel my body starting to tingle a little bit.
When I told him that it was okay, he lifted me into his arms and started to carry me off into his bedroom. It was just like a honeymoon scene.
He stripped me naked and then started to eat my whole body. He sucked on my small tits, flicking his tongue back and forth over the tips of them. Then, he moved his hand down to my pussy and started to rub my naked lips.
I could feel myself getting wet, and every so often, I would think about what I was doing and Perry would just tell me to relax.
For a man his age, about forty, he had a sensational body. He had a hairy chest and a long, thick cock. I loved the feeling of his body on top of mine, before he even did anything else. I loved the way his fur felt.
As he started to eat me, I stroked his cock. I loved the way he shuddered, and it made me think that a woman could have a lot of control over a man. A hard cock was so sensitive to touch that the man was like jelly.
Of course, that was because Perry was tender and gentle. When he finally did enter me, he had to rip through my hymen.
I thought that I was going to die from pain, for only a split second. He stayed deep inside of me and waited until I told him the pain had died. He was kissing me all over the face at the time, telling me that he was sorry for my pain but there was always a little pain the first few times.
When I told him that it was okay, he started to thrust his cock in and out a little faster and harder, and soon, I was having my first orgasm from fucking. In fact, I had two before Perry got so excited that he started to come.
"Do you know that if a young kid your age did this to you, chances are you probably wouldn't have come because the kid would shoot the gun."
"What do you mean by that?" I asked him.
"A young, eager kid, would probably come before you even had a chance to come."
I remember thinking about that as I was being raped. I wondered if it was really possible for someone to come so fast. I hoped that the rapist would come in a second so I wouldn't feel all that pain.
The only pleasure I felt was because I was thinking about that time with Perry. I was thinking about how gentle he was with me.
I was thinking about how I had had some control over Perry when I touched his cock, but I didn't have any control over these men. They knew that they had the power over me and they could force me to do anything they wanted.
At one point the guy fucking me wrapped his arms around me and pulled me on top. His cock never left my pussy, only he had to slow down his thrusting as he did that. He started up again as soon as I was on top.
My ass was a little sweaty and dirty from the fucking, and I could feel this cool breeze blowing over my buttocks. I hated it. It was too cold, and it was just making the whole thing even worse.
But then, all of a sudden, I felt some flesh rubbing against my buttocks. I turned my head and I could see that the other man, the one who had grabbed me originally, had his cock out and was rubbing it between my ass cheeks.
Once, my friend Janie and I were discussing ass-fucking. We both weren't virgins, and even though neither one of us had a steady lover, we did masturbate a lot.
"Are you kidding?" I asked her. "Do you really think you'd like it?"
"Sure. I find that as I masturbate more and more, I start to move my fingers down to my asshole so I can slide them in. It loosens me up and makes me feel great."
"I've tried that," I said to her. "I can hardly get it in. It feels so painful that I can't believe people really do it."
"They not only do it, they love it," she said to me.
Well, no matter what she said, I still couldn't imagine it. Why, I used to squirm when my mother would take my temperature with a thermometer, and you know how thin those things are. I just hated it.
As I saw the rapist starting to shove his cock in, my eyes bulged with fright. I wanted to scream out and beg him to do anything to me but that. I just didn't think that I could stand for something like that.
He rammed his way right in, deep, so that his groin was rubbing against my buttocks. I felt this burning pain running through my entire body, and I tried to squirm to get away. It was impossible, and all my squirming did was make the man fuck my ass harder, just to make sure that he stayed in.
I just felt pain on top of pain, and I tried to think about my pussy again. One thing Perry had taught me to do was to get into the pleasures of whatever was happening, in case someone did something too hard.
But the pain was unbearable, and no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't make the pleasure take over. It just wouldn't work.
I felt the guy in my cunt starting to come, and then the one in my asshole came shortly afterwards. His cream felt soothing against my ass walls, and I just wish that he would have stayed in a little longer when it was over, just so he could have coated my walls a little more.
They both pulled out and left me lying in the ground.
I heard my friend calling to me a few minutes later, and I yelled for help. She came running into the woods, saw me, then started to scream.
I had to calm her down and tell her to call the police. They arrived with an ambulance and I was taken to the hospital. I was suffering from internal bleeding, which was pretty bad, and they had to do some surgery.
So my stay in the hospital was not a short one. I remember that for the first few days, I could hardly sit without being comfortable. There was this intense burning in my asshole that I didn't like at all.
Some of my friends came to see me, and most of them were too embarrassed to talk about what had happened. One person who wasn't was Janie.
"So, according to rumor, you've finally gotten it up the ass. How did it feel?"
"I hated it," I said to her.
"How could you hate it?" she asked me. "The thought of it is making me come in my panties, right now."
"Janie, it's one thing to take it, but another thing to have it forced on you. I hardly even liked the fucking because it was forced."
I could hardly believe that I said those words. They were the exact same words that Troy said to me when we started going out together and he wanted to fuck me in the ass. I hadn't told him about my rape, but when he grew insistent, I broke down and confessed.
Then he asked me how I could think that was ass-fucking? He said that ass-fucking involved the willingness of both parties and that we should try it so he could show me just how good it could feel.
In the end, he had to force himself on me at first, just to hold me down. But when he did it nice and slow, it was good.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Natalie came to see me, she seemed a little more together. I think that one of the reasons for this change in mood was that the incident she was planning to talk of left her with good feelings.
I notice that with a lot of my patients, and it's quite understandable. Any situation that left a young girl filled with pain and anguish, can only be painful to talk about once again.
But if it is a good experience, the young girl is usually more calm.
Natalie was here to talk about a period of change and experimentation in her life, and, in many, many ways, it helped her to come to terms with her rape.
Troy was this boy that I met a few months later. I felt strange with a lot of my friends because they all seemed to know what had happened to me. I know that none of them had changed their feelings about me, but I was becoming very paranoid, thinking that they were giving me dirty looks.
So I started to go out with different people. Sometimes, I went out with some cousins and their friends, or some of the kids that I went to camp with who lived a few miles away. I met Troy through my friend Marcy.
Marcy was this girl I had gone to summer camp with for about three summers in a row. I liked her a lot, but somehow, we never kept in touch during the winter because we lived a couple of miles away from each other. We didn't go to the same school and we had different winter friends.
But after my rape, I called her up and decided to see her.
Troy was one of the guys she knew from school, and he was a senior. He had short blond hair and a great smile. When we went out together the first time, I thought that he was her date. I didn't realize that they were just good friends.
Then, a few days later, he called me and told me that he had gotten my phone number from Marcy. He asked me out on a date, and I went with him.
He took me bowling, then took me out to eat. Then he said that we were going to go parking, and I was a little nervous.
You see, I hadn't been with anyone since the rape, and I wasn't sure how I was going to adjust to fucking someone. Troy could sense that I was nervous and he started to kiss me to calm me down, as soon as he parked.
"Hey," he said, "is this your first time?"
"No, not at all," I told him. "Why do you even think that?"
"You're sure acting like it is. I've never seen anyone this nervous."
"Well, it's my first time with you," I said.
He shook his head, as if he understood. Then, he moved his hand to my breast and started to stroke it through my blouse. I could feel my nipples stiffening, both of them, and I was getting pretty hot.
I reached for his cock and opened his zipper to take it out. He was nice and hard. I hadn't sucked a cock in a long time, and I was in the mood to suck his. I moved my mouth down there and he just leaned back in the car and spread his legs.
At the same time, he was letting his hand wander all over my ass. I was still dressed, of course, but as I started to suck him all the way down, he pulled my pants down and started to rub my naked buttocks.
I could feel my ass tingling, until he moved his fingers to my asshole and tried to touch it. I almost bit on his cock;
I pulled my mouth away from his dick and told him not to touch me there.
"God, what a sensitive asshole," he said, and he let his fingers wander down to my cunt instead. I could feel him sliding his fingers in and out of my pussy, and once I was content with the way that felt, I started to suck him again.
He was tasting pretty good. I could feel his cock pulsating in my mouth a few seconds later, and then I started to drink his come.
As he came, I came, too. I couldn't believe it when my pussy began to spasm around his fingers, and because of that orgasm, I was kind of relaxed for the rest of the night. An orgasm is such a good release.
After I had sucked him, he started to eat me. He did that only until his cock was fully hard again, and then he spread my legs and started fucking me. I closed my eyes when I first felt his cock rubbing against my pussy. I somehow thought that I was going to have some kind of breakdown or something.
I mean, I kept anticipating that. I've read so many things about rape victims having trouble adjusting to sex after their experience. I guess reading can also be bad for you sometimes, because it puts ideas in your head.
For I didn't feel anything bad. Everything was working right. My pussy was wrapping around his thick cock, and he was throbbing right back. I could feel his lips moving to touch mine, and I opened my mouth and sucked his tongue right between my lips.
I could feel myself coming very hard, and that's when he pulled his cock out of my pussy and pulled back.
"Hey, don't you want to come?" I asked him. "I'd love to feel you come."
"I do. I want to come in your asshole. I love it that way."
"No," I said to him, and I know that I must have been shaking again. "No, we just can't do it that way."
"Hey, I can understand. Not in a car. Yeah, that's pretty shitty. Let's just forget about it for now. I'll come back in."
With those words, he slid into my cunt and started to fuck me good and hard. I could hear him moaning, and I knew that he was getting off on the way my pussy felt. I was getting off, too.
That's one thing I'll never understand anyway. Why would a guy want to fuck an asshole when he can have a warm, juicy pussy, with working muscles. I know there are muscles in the asshole, but the feeling is better for a girl in her pussy.
I'm not against ass-fucking anymore, though. I've done it a few times now with Troy, but that first time when he tried to talk me into it, after the incident in the car, was something else.
His parents were letting him move out, so as our relationship developed, he got his own apartment. It was terrific, or so I thought.
For the first night, as we lay side by side, naked in bed, he slid his cock hear my asshole and started to rub it there. I could feel him trying to prod his way in, and I immediately started to think of the rape.
"Hey, is you just relax and let it in, you won't feel any pain. The pain comes from your resisting it. Just take it nice and slow and easy."
I just couldn't, and I slid away from him. I was crying.
"Troy, I can't," I said to him. "I was raped once, and they did that to me, and I just can't do it. I know I can't."
"You were raped?" he asked me.
"Yes," I screamed. "It happened about a year ago. A year and a half. I hardly even remember since I'm trying to forget."
"I want to know all about it," he said. "Tell me everything."
"Now that's sick," I said. "Are you going to get off on it? Is that why you want to know? Shit, you're crazy."
He pulled me down beside him and kissed me hard on the lips. I could feel him plucking at my nipples at the same time.
"Hey, don't make me the crazy one. I happen to like you a lot, and if there's something which bothers you, I want to try to help you overcome it."
"I'm sorry," I said. "I just hate thinking about it."
He calmed me down a little bit, and then he relaxed me enough so I could tell him. He kept asking me all these questions. He wanted to know if I had been a virgin, and I told him only in the asshole. He wanted to know what my first fuck was like.
Then, after it was over, he smiled.
"And so now, you're never going to let anyone ass-fuck you," he said.
"I've never even liked the thought of it," I told him. "I didn't like the feeling of it, either.
I don't even think I have to test it."
"Oh, it's supposed to be great. I've never had it done, of course, but I play with my asshole when I masturbate. It can feel terrific and it can make an orgasm even more powerful than ever."
As he spoke, he was moving closer and closer to me. I hardly even knew what he was planning to do until he pushed me face forward on the floor.
He had one hand under my body, near my pussy, and he was finger-fucking me. I was thrusting my hips up and down as I got into that feeling.
"There's some muscle in there that will just make you come in all directions," he said. "If it's hit right, that is. I know I can get you."
I was really lost in his words, and his fingering, so when he started to thrust his cock into my asshole, I was caught off-guard.
I opened my mouth and started to scream, and he pulled his hand there and covered my mouth. For a second, I thought I was going through my rape again.
But he was so much nicer than the rapist had ever been.
"Hey, look how slow I'm going," he said, and he was moving his cock at a nice, steady pace. It was inside of me, and the only thing that really hurt was the initial thrust which stretched me. But after that, once I was stretched, it wasn't bad.
"It feels so good for me," he moaned, "and I would imagine that it would feel so good for you. You should love it. So nice, so relaxing."
Of course, his fingers which were working my pussy had a lot to do with the relaxed feeling that was running through my body. They were making me come with this pleasant, mild orgasms. It was just enough to keep my body and all sensations at a high.
When his cock started to throb inside of my asshole, I started to come. I felt something releasing inside of my body, and he laughed as he felt my cunt dripping juices all over his fingers. I laughed a little bit, too, especially when he moved his mouth next to my ear and whispered while he licked.
"For a girl who hates it, you're sure getting off on it a hell of a lot," he moaned, and then I felt his cock starting to shoot off inside of me.
I loved the way he was moaning. It was a low, steady moan, but his mouth was only inches from my ear, and I could hear it as if he was moaning over a loudspeaker. It turned me on like crazy to hear him reacting like that.
As he pulled out of my ass, I felt it tighten again.
When he rolled me over, I could feel some pain in my asshole. But it wasn't all that bad, on the whole.
"We have to get into this more often," he said to me. "I think that anal sex is the best kind of sex there is."
"For who?" I asked. "I would prefer to have you fucking me in the cunt. Or even in the mouth, for that matter."
"I'm planning on doing that, too," he said.
"Look, I don't know if I can make this a steady thing," I said to him. "I would like to think that I could, but I still don't love it so much."
"I know some things that will make you love it."
That night, we only fucked the regular way for the rest of the time. And I was pretty happy that he didn't bring up anal fucking for a long time. But then, another evening, when we were at his place, he had these downs that he told me made sex terrific. He said that every nerve was open for sensation, and that your body was so loose and relaxed that you'd have the best orgasms of your life.
I'll try anything once, so I took the down. In about an hour, I was lying naked on his bed, ready for the best night of sex ever.
When he touched my body, I felt myself tingling everywhere. He started to kiss my tits and I kept pressing them against his face because I didn't want him to stop. I could tell from his hard cock that he was just as aroused as I was.
As he started to eat my pussy, I sucked him off. He came very fast, but he didn't lose his hard-on. It was the first time I had ever been with a guy who had the ability to do something like that.
Anyway, as he started to get ready to fuck me, he pushed my legs all the way up over my head. Then, he rubbed his cock near my asshole.
"Don't do that," I said to him, with as much conviction as I could on a mellow down.
"Why not? I bet I can make you come without touching your pussy."
"You're on," I said. I was willing to do anything. "What's the bet?"
"If I can do it, I can fuck your ass whenever you want and you can't stop me."
"And if I win, you can fuck my ass whenever I want. I won't want it."
"Then there's a lot at stake here."
He moved his cock right into my asshole. He was still wet with my saliva, and as he slid in, I couldn't believe how relaxed I was. It was the first time I had ever been ass fucked in the missionary position.
In some ways, I felt like I was being fucked in the cunt, only I couldn't feel anything near my pussy. It was really weird. He started to grind his cock in my ass, as if he was searching for that magic button he had told me that would make me come. I still didn't believe that there was anything.
But then, his cock hit something and I started going crazy. I could feel my pussy spasming like mad, and juicing up at the same time.
I started to moan, and he moved his fingers to my pussy and felt how wet I was there. He smiled at me, then mouthed the words, "I win." He started to fuck my asshole harder and harder, and-I was in heaven.
I moved my hands to his chest and pulled on his nipples. They were as stiff as his cock, and he moaned louder when I touched him there.
As his cock started to pulsate in my cunt, I came harder. Then, I felt him shooting his cream deep in my ass, and it was so warm and comforting.
So you could say that I'm into ass-fucking now, even if it's not of my own free will. I think that if I ever went with another guy who didn't want to do it, I could just as well live without it.
But since Troy is so cute and so good for me, and since he was willing to try and help me with my problems after the rape, I think that I owe it to him. Besides, if you remember, I did lose the bet and I was never one to not pay off a loss.
CONCLUSION
Anal intercourse, more than any other kind of sexplay, is the hardest thing for someone adapt to. It's quite true that the asshole has to stretch a great deal for something the size of a penis to enter, and a girl has to have the need to feel the penis inside of her before she can take it in without pain.
In short, the girl has to want it.
It was quite hard for Natalie to get adjusted to anal intercourse, especially after being forced the first time. However, she seems to be adjusting quite well, and I wouldn't be surprised if she does reach a point where she wants it, even if she doesn't think that she will right now.
CASE HISTORY THREE
SUBJECT: Ellie G. AGE: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Ellie G. is a shy-looking girl with straight brown hair and rather plain features. That is not to say that Ellie is a plain-looking girl. Taking each feature separately, one could see how average she is, but together, she seems quite interesting.
It was also easy to tell that if she tried to make herself look better, with make-up and a new hairstyle, she would probably look fabulous.
When she came to see me she was wearing a pair of overalls. I could see that she had nice breasts and long legs.
It was hard to get her to talk at first, but when I assured her that these tapes would be kept strictly confidential, she opened up.
I've never admitted this to anyone else before, but I think I always hated my sister. Maybe it was because I knew what she was even when I was younger and I never really approved of it. Well, that didn't happen at such a young age.
My sister is a lesbian. She's three years older than me, and when I was about eleven and she was fourteen, she used to dress like a guy. Since none of the kids her age were that sexually free, no one really noticed.
But I could tell by the way Lee used to look at me in the mirror as I undressed. I was hardly that fascinated with my own body, but she seemed entranced by it. She sometimes licked her lips as she looked at my hairless pussy.
Oh, believe me, doctor, she never tried anything with me, except for that one time. I couldn't hold too much against her when it came to that one time, either. When I think back on it, I was a real shit then. I said some things that I never should have said.
But I will bet to that, believe me.
I don't know how old Lee was when she first started to lick pussy. I mean, she might have had the tendencies, but I think she must have been about seventeen. I was fourteen at the time, and my body was developing pretty well.
I had nice tits and thick pussy hairs.
Once I was masturbating on my bed and I think I caught her watching me, but I didn't say anything. After all, if she was doing anything wrong in watching, I was doing something wrong in masturbating to begin with.
Anyway, at about age seventeen, Lee became really close to this older girl named Alice. Now Alice was a cute blonde and she would have been cuter if she didn't keep her hair cut so short and butch.
It was easy to tell that Alice would be the man in any lesbian relationship she got herself into. She looked like a man.
I never hung out with my sister much anyway, and when she started to hang out with Alice, it was reason enough to stay away. My parents didn't think twice about the two of them, no matter how much of a dyke she looked like. To my folks, Alice was just Lee's good friend, and that was it.
Parents never want to admit to themselves that their kids are queer, so they never look for any signs, even if they're being slapped right across the face with them.
I didn't know whether or not my sister and Alice made it until one day when I came home from school and found them in bed together. Usually, Tuesday afternoons were for cheerleading practice, and I think my sister knew it.
Both of my parents worked, and when I first caught then, I suspected that they must have been doing it for the longest time.
I walked upstairs and I could hear all this moaning and groaning coming from my sister's room. I walked over. The door was half open, and she and Alice were both on the bed, licking each other's cunt.
My sister had a beautiful body. She had long brown hair and big tits that I'm pretty jealous of. I'm even more jealous when I know that she's never going to let a man suck on them. Tits are what turn men on, so if. she was going to be a dyke, couldn't I have gotten the big tits?
She had her legs spread so wide, and Alice had her head there. She was licking Lee's pussy like crazy and humping her own hairy muff against my sister's face. I honestly thought that I was going to be sick.
To know about it is one thing, but to actually see it, especially for the first time, was quite another.
"I'm gonna come, Alice," I heard Lee moaning, and she started to thrust her hips so hard. I seemed that Alice liked it even more when my sister's pussy was slapping her in the face. For she was moaning louder than Lee.
I saw some of Lee's juices running down Alice's chin as she lifted her head and saw me standing by the door.
"Come in," she said to me, licking her lips and smiling.
"Ellie, what are you doing here?" Lee asked. "You're supposed to be out this afternoon. Why are you here?"
"Bad knee," I said. "I didn't feel like cheerleading. But you. Look at you. How long have you been doing this? I can't fucking believe it."
"Now, Ellie, you calm down," Lee said. "There is nothing wrong with what I'm doing, believe me. This is what I want."
"Christ, it's disgusting. Look at Alice. What a fucking dyke. How could you want that thing licking your cunt? How?"
"Who are you calling a dyke, you little bitch?" Alice screamed.
She hopped off the bed and ran behind me. She grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back, then pushed me over to the bed.
She started to tear at my clothes, and I tried to bite her. I couldn't do much else because of the way she was holding me. I wanted to kick her dyke pussy in, that's how mad I was with her.
My sister was standing on her knees, on the bed. She seemed so shocked to see that Alice was stripping me.
"What are you going to do?" she asked her dyke lover.
"Don't you know what she's going to do?" I asked. "I'm a new cunt and she hasn't had a chance to taste me. She wants to taste my pussy, that's all. She'll taste any pussy as long as it's a new one. Fucking bull dyke."
"Don't do that to her," Lee was pleading with Alice. "She's not gay. She's not gay so don't make her have to go through this."
"She wants to," Alice said.
"I don't want it and you know it. Lee, make her stop. This has gone far enough." By that time, she lid me stripped completely and she was sticking her fingers into my pussy and trying to make me come. I felt nothing. "If you don't make her stop I'm going to have to tell mom and dad about this."
Suddenly, Lee reached out and slapped me across the face.
"Don't you ever threaten to tell mom and dad about this to get something from me, do you understand you little bitch? I don't even want them to know until I'm damn good and ready to tell them, so if you do, I'll kill you."
She started to pull on my nipples, hard, and even though they were getting stiff, I wasn't feeling any pleasure, still.
"Let me eat her," Alice said.
She threw me down on the bed and Lee held my arms. Alice moved her mouth to my tits and sucked on each one for a second. I felt her biting my nipples at one point, and that certainly didn't turn me on.
As she licked her way down to my pussy, she was moaning and talking about how good I was going to taste. I continued to squirm and try and get away, but there was really nothing I could do. Dykes are strong as shit.
I looked up at my sister with pleading eyes, but she still seemed to be mad at me because of my threat to tell my parents.
In some ways, I could understand why she was so upset. It was one thing for me to know and hate her, but my parents never would have understood. It was, and still is, definitely her place to tell them when she wants to. I know that she's waiting to move out before coming out.
As Alice started to lick my pussy, I squirmed even more. This was the first time that anyone had ever eaten me, and the fact that it was a girl scared me.
I know that my fear overpowered everything else I was feeling for the longest time, and that was why she did what she did next.
"This bitch needs something that's going to relax her," Alice said, and I couldn't even see what she was doing.
But then, I felt her moving this dildo in and out of my pussy. It was making good contact with my clit, so I was getting a little wet. She kept shoving it in and out, saying that she wanted it to get just a little wetter.
"A little more, a little more," she moaned.
Then, when it was wet enough, she spread my buttocks and rammed the thing into my asshole. The initial shock was one of complete pain.
I bit my lip to keep from screaming when I felt the pain shoot through me.
But then, all of a sudden, I was so relaxed. She started to shove that dildo in and out of my asshole and I could feel my pussy spasming like crazy. She was hitting something inside of me that was setting off a good chain reaction.
She moved her mouth back to my cunt and started to lick. This time, she could taste a lot of my pussy juices dripping onto her tongue. I closed my eyes and started to fantasize that it was a man eating me.
I don't know why I couldn't get off on the fact that it was a woman licking me. She did do a good job, but I've always been pretty straight in my ways. Maybe I could get off on the thought of a woman, who knows? But not that woman. She was too much of a dyke for me, and a total turn off.
So I kept imagining that it was this guy I liked at school who was fucking my ass with his cock and eating me at the same time.
I realize that it's physically impossible for a man to do that, but I didn't even think along those lines. I just didn't want to face up to the reality of a lesbian and a dildo, and thinking the way I did made me come again, even harder.
Alice was licking me like crazy, and she almost knocked me out from sexual exhaustion by the time she was finished and I had come so many times.
As she slid the dildo out, I somehow wished that she hadn't. I was so used to it up my ass, and I could have kept it there for another few hours.
I started to dress and my sister didn't say anything. As I turned to leave the room, however, I had a few more things to say.
"I won't tell mommy and daddy, Lee, so you don't have to worry about that. I still don't approve, number one, of what you're doing, and number two, of that bitch. But it's your fucking life so do as you please."
"Thanks," she said, smiling.
It was the first time I can ever remember her thanking me for anything. I went back to my room and started to undress again. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at my naked body. It was the first time I had studied myself in a long time.
For some reason, my tits looked so much fuller than they had been. I wondered if it was because of all the sexual pleasure I had just experienced. My cunt mound looked a little matted, and my pussy lips were very wet.
I slid my hand down to my cunt and started to finger myself I could feel myself spasming mildly, and it was very nice.
And then, I moved my other hand over my ass and touched my buttocks. I knew that something big was brewing inside of me.
I started to touch my asshole, and the minute I did, I could feel my cunt exploding. My ass muscles were working around my fingers, and it was almost as if they were trying to suck my fingers in deeper.
I had never even thought of being fucked in the ass before, even though it had just happened with the dildo. Somehow, I couldn't get my mind off of it as I stood looking at myself in the mirror.
I started to slide my finger deeper and deeper into my asshole, and my juices were dripping down my leg as I came harder and harder.
That night, after dinner, my sister apologized to me for what had happened. I didn't have much to say to her, except one thing.
"Look, do you think that I can borrow your dildo for the night?"
"Sure," she said. "Just make sure you keep it hidden because you know that the shit will hit if mom ever finds it."
As I walked with her up to her room to get it, she was snickering.
"I bet you'll get into this a lot," she said. "Today was only your first day, but you want it again tonight. You'll love it after a while."
I didn't say anything. I just smiled, nodded in appreciation, then walked to my room. I locked the door and stripped, and lay down on my bed. I started to touch my pussy with the dildo, and I thought about fucking myself with it. But it was my asshole that was really screaming to be filled, and soon enough, it was.
I bet that Lee, in her wildest imagination, never thought that I was going to fall asleep with her dildo up my asshole and wake up the next morning in sexual bliss.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Ellie came to see me, she did have her hair styled in a different way and it was most becoming. She did seem just as shy, however, so it was easy to see that the changes in her appearance were purely external.
She was wearing a turtle-neck sweater, and it was so tight that I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. She wore tight jeans which showed the full curve of her hips.
Even though I started to fantasize about cocks, I never really thought about where they would go. I mean, as I would masturbate, I would just had an image of a large cock in my head, and some guy jerking himself.
I also didn't think about going out and making my fantasy come true. There was something pretty nice about masturbation. I came very hard each time I masturbated because I knew just what to do to make it better.
One day, during cheerleading practice, this guy who was a senior on the football team came over to talk to me. His name was Doug, and he was a big, dumb jock. I hung out with guys like that all the time, but I had never thought about letting any one of them fuck me. I hadn't thought about letting anyone fuck me, really.
Doug had short brown hair and nice eyes. He asked me out to the school dance and I thought that it would look impressive if I went with him. I didn't realize that when-you actually went out on a date with those jocks, they expected you to put out.
Doug didn't come right out and ask me. He escorted me to the dance and we danced around and had a lot of fun. It was nice.
After the dance, he told me that we were going to go to lover's lane. I didn't protest because I wasn't planning to let him do anything anyway.
I mean, I was going to let him neck with me, but that was all.
As he parked, he moved close to me and started to kiss me hard. He was so big and so dumb that he didn't even know how to handle me. I kept trying to push him away and he kept trying to fight with me to get some pussy.
At one point, he had his hand in my panties and he was wiggling my clit back and forth. I could feel myself getting a little hot in the pants, but even more, in the ass.
That was when I decided on something that I was sure would get me out of it.
"Hey, Doug," I said, "I don't want you to fuck me, okay? I don't want to be fucked in the cunt, but, if you want, you can fuck my asshole."
"You're kidding?" he asked.
"No," I said, and I was getting hot just thinking about it. I knew that if the dildo had felt good, his cock would have to feel good, too.
But deep down, I thought that he wasn't going to want to do it. The thought of fucking an asshole turns some people off the way it turns me on.
"All right," he said, smiling and pulling his pants down.
I was a little shocked that he had agreed, but I was even more shocked by the piece of meat I could see between his legs. His cock was so thick that I thought he would probably rip me open. I moved my hand there to rub it and couldn't touch the-tips of my fingers to my palm, that was how thick he was.
"Uh, maybe we should forget about this," I said. "I think I spoke too soon. Before seeing the size of you, that is."
He was thrusting his cock back and forth in my hand, licking his lips and grunting.
"Hey, you can't cut out on me now," he said. "Not when you've turned me on like this already. I love the way your hand feels."
"I'll jerk you off, Doug."
"No, baby, I want more than that. You promised me your ass, and I want it."
"I, uh, I can't do it without lubrication," I said, thinking fast. "You're so thick and unless I'm lubed, it's going to hurt."
I was shocked when he reached over and opened the glove compartment. He pulled out a jar of vaseline, and before I could even say anything, he was rubbing it all over his cock. I have to admit that I was getting a little more turned on.
"Now what's your excuse?" he asked, once his cock was greased up.
"What can I say?" I asked him.
I got up on my hands and knees on the front seat and he moved behind me. I could feel him starting to rub his cock between my buttocks, and I just spread them as wide as I could while he started to enter me.
My asshole seemed to suck him right in, and as he shoved his way in all the way, I started to moan as loud as I could.
I had never felt anything like that before. A dildo was one thing, that was true, but a real piece of cock flesh was quite another thing. I could feel the heat running through my body the second he entered me.
"Finger my cunt," I moaned.
I don't even know if I would have had to tell him that, for two fingers were on their way there before I finished my sentence.
Doug started to thrust his cock back and forth in my asshole, and I could feel his heavy balls hitting my buttocks.
I thought about the dildo again, and I didn't know if I would ever be able to use it after trying out the real thing. There is nothing like a cock in my ass.
As Doug started to moan I begged him to hold back. But he was a big dumb jock anyway and all they're always interested in is getting their rocks off. As he started to pulsate hard, past the point where I knew he was going to come, he just kept it up. He didn't even try to hold back, and as I felt his come shooting into my asshole, I came hard.
I could feel the way he was trying to dry his fingers in my cunt patch, and I took that to mean that he just didn't like cunt cream dripping all over his fingers.
I really didn't care. I just kept moving my ass to try and hold him inside of me for as long as possible.
As he shrunk more, he pulled out. I know that he could have stayed in longer because his cock is really thick, even when limp. I bet he could have stayed in there for a second fuck, but he wanted to wait to get hard again.
As we stroked each other in the car, he kept talking about fucking my cunt.
"Hey, I let you fuck my ass, Doug. How much do you expect for one date?"
"I don't know," he said. "Look, Ellie, most girls would go crazy with desire if I told them I was going to fuck them."
"I'm not like most girls," I said.
And I knew that I was telling the truth. As far as most of my friends go, they seem to all like being fucked in the cunt. One of my friends winced when I told her about ass-fucking. She thought that the whole thing was disgusting.
I wanted Doug to fuck my asshole again that night, but he said that he only wanted to fuck my cunt. I compromised by just sucking him off.
Last week I went out with this guy named Allen, and he tried to fuck me, too. Allen didn't have such a thick cock, although it was very long. I told him that I would let him fuck my asshole, too, and he did.
It wasn't that pleasant with a thin cock, doc. I don't know why. I somehow thought that any cock was going to be able to turn me on, but I've had that dildo which was very thick, and then Doug's cock.
Allen wanted to fuck my cunt, but I said no.
You see, I've decided to save myself for marriage. If I had had a greater urge to be fucked in the cunt, I would go out and try it. But so far, I'm quite content to take it up my asshole all the time.
In fact, last night I went to talk with my sister about it. I think that the talk brought us a lot closer because it was the first time we ever had a talk like this one. I was lying on her bed, playing with my cunt.
"You like that now, don't you?" she asked me. "You've gotten into pussy pleasure."
"I like it a little," I said.
"Come on, sister. You've been seeing a lot of guys. A lot of jocks from the team. No don't tell me you haven't put out for them."
"No, I haven't," I said to her. "If you want to know the truth, I'm still a virgin as far as it goes, technically. No man has ever fucked me."
Lee seemed quite surprised, and she sat up and moved closer to me. She put her arm around me and kissed me on the cheek.
"Are we sister under the lesbian sun?" she asked me.
"No, we're not," I told her, and I could see how disappointed she was. "Unless you love being fucked in the ass, too."
"Is that the way you like it?" she asked me, smiling.
"Yes. That's the only way I've had it and that's the only way I'm planning to have it for a long time to come."
"That's crazy," she said.
I smiled at her and stroked her hair. I think that we are much closer now.
"Look, you like pussy and I like cock, only I like it in my ass. Is that any more crazy than the fact that you like pussy?"
"No," she said, "I guess not. If it's your thing then you've got to do it no matter what it is. I think."
I don't even have to think about something like that. I know for a fact.
CONCLUSION
I tried to reason with Ellie by telling her that she should have a normal sexual experience as soon as possible. There is nothing wrong with the fact that she adores anal intercourse as much as she does, but I feel that she is limiting herself to that, and that only. The girl is quite capable of feeling pleasure from her pussy, but right now, because of the tremendous surges she felt from the dildo, she thinks that's the only way she's going to get turned on.
I'm sure that had she allowed Doug to fuck her cunt, she probably would have loved it.
And so, before she left, all I could tell her was that I hoped it would happen to her soon, because, besides that one thing, she seems perfectly normal.
She nodded and smiled when told that.
I think it really will happen very soon.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
Subject: Lisa G. AGE: Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Lisa is a rather tall girl with long straight black hair. When she came to see me, she looked a little pale. I thought that it looked rather sickly, until she told me that pale white was her natural complexion.
She is a most attractive girl, with high cheek bones, deep set eyes, and rather large breasts, especially when you consider that she is only fourteen. She seemed hesitant to talk, at first, which I find with most patients. However, once she got started, she proceeded to talk at a rapid-fire rate, and I was happy that I had my tape recorder.
When my friends told me that you were interested in talking to girls who liked to be fucked up the ass, I knew that I had to come and see you. There's really no problem that I have that I can think of.
Unless, of course, loving it is a problem. Sometimes I wonder if I'm going to go crazy because I love it so much. I've been fucked in my pussy a few times too, but I've always found that a little uncomfortable.
The time I liked best was when Ray was over with his friend and the two of them took me. One fucked my ass, Ray of course, and his friend fucked my pussy.
I guess I should tell you how it started in the first place, before I even get into some of the sensational things that I've felt from it.
I lost my virginity pretty young, and it was easy for me to do it. You see, my dad died when I was very young, so my mother had to work all the time. She had a job that started at ten in the morning and let out at six.
She told me that she preferred it that way because she would beat the rush hour every morning. I preferred it that way, too, because that meant I had about three hours to myself every afternoon when school was out.
And watch out during the summer, when I didn't do anything but hang out. I had the house all to myself from the moment she left to the moment she came home.
I lost my cherry when I was twelve, and some of it was by accident. I mean, I was planning to play around, fool around, touch this guy's cock and everything, but I wasn't prepared to let him do anything.
His name was Jimmy and he was my boyfriend for the summer. We had only kissed and shit like that, but one day, he came over with some wine that he had taken from his parents cellar. I had gotten drunk a few times in my life, and everything like that, but I had never started to drink so early in the afternoon.
Or morning, I should say, because Jimmy was over by ten-fifteen.
The more we drank, the more free we felt with each other. Jimmy had straight blond hair and a really smooth face. He kept getting up and going to the bathroom during so many different points in the morning. He kept telling me that he was going to piss, and I believed him the first few times.
However, the third time he did it, I started joking with him.
"Are you sure that you're not going there to beat your meat?" I asked him.
"Look, Lisa, when I drink I've always gotta piss. One thing follows the other."
"How come I didn't have to piss yet?"
"You probably have a bigger bladder than me."
"Oh yeah, well I don't believe that you're pissing. I think you're beating your meat because you must be horny or something."
"If you don't believe me, then come and watch."
I was so drunk that I did just that. I walked into the bathroom, just in time for Jimmy to pull his prick out of his pants. I asked him if I could hold it as he peed, and he said that I could. I started to rub him a little bit, just so I could make the piss hit the bowl in different places.
But then, after he'd finished peeing, he started to grow so big in my hand. Soon, he had a hard-on that was quite sizeable.
"Now you're going to have to do something to relieve that," he said to me.
"I'll jerk it off."
"I want more than that. I can jerk it off."
I was jerking him harder and harder, and I could feel this terrific kind of power in his cock. I have to admit that my pussy was a little excited, and I could feel myself tingling. But since it was something that I was feeling for a first time, I really didn't know what to do to act upon it.
When I started to rub my legs together, thinking that I would make some of that wetness go away, Jimmy started to laugh. Then he started to come, right in the toilet and a little bit on my hand. There was so much of it, and he was laughing and panting so hard.
There was so much come, I couldn't believe it. And the thing was, he didn't go limp at all. He stayed as hard as he had been before he came, right after he came.
He pushed me down on the bathroom floor and then started to pull my clothes off. He made sure to move his hand down between my legs as soon as he could, and once he started to finger my pussy, there was nothing that I could do to keep him from going all the way. It turned me on so much that I wanted it to happen, I guess.
But the reason I say that it all happened by accident was that one thing just led to the other. If I didn't know better, I'd say that Jimmy planned the whole thing.
He fingered my pussy for a few seconds, but I was so wet that he knew it was time to enter me. He rubbed his cock against my pussy lips then rammed his way in.
I felt a bolt of pain, but only for a second.
Jimmy told me to wrap my legs around his ass, and then he started to thrust. The whole thing was pretty incredible, and my only misgiving was that Jimmy came a little too fast. I could feel his cock pulsating inside of me.
Then he started to kiss my neck, and he was moaning that he was going to come. He started to grunt a little, and then I felt my cunt get so wet. I figured that he was shooting a lot of come into my pussy.
For one second I thought that I could get pregnant, but then I decided that I was just too young. It wouldn't happen to me.
Jimmy kept thrusting his cock in and out of me, and he did go limp after that orgasm. At one point, his cock fell right out of my pussy and was rubbing against my leg. I liked the way it felt there, and I moved my hand down to touch it and rub it a little more, hoping that he would get it up again.
He did, and we spent most of that day fucking and drinking. I liked the way the whole day just moved along, and time really flew, let me tell you.
Time does fly when you're fucking someone.
Now you wanted to know about my anal-fixation, and the first time I was ever fucked in the ass, it happened by accident, too.
I was going with this guy named Mike, and he had this huge cock. He was also pretty hairy for a kid of sixteen, and I liked him that way.
My friends all used to tell me that the only reason Mike was seeing me was because I had a house where I could fuck him. They were all jealous, as far as I was concerned, and even if that was all Mike wanted, I didn't care.
I figured that we didn't have much else going for us. I mean, I liked to talk with him a little, but on the most part, he bored me. The times when I liked him best was the times when his cock was hard and he had that look of pleasure on his face. I liked to pull on his balls as I sucked his cock, and he loved that.
Anyway, Mike was the one who first started suggesting that he fuck me from behind, in the cunt, of course.
I hadn't tried that position, and I thought it would be nice. Mike got me pretty wet by eating me, then started to rub his cock over my wet lips. He thrust his way into my cunt, deep, and he reached for my hanging tits and started to massage them.
I was going out of my mind. I had never felt anything so good.
He was going really fast, and I hardly even noticed when he slipped out of my cunt and then rammed his way into my asshole. All of a sudden, I felt this rush of something going through my body, and my asshole was stretching to take his thick dick in.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Lisa came to see me, she was wearing a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. She was also wearing some rouge, and the rouge made all the difference in the world. With her cheeks looking nice and red, and the rest of her face pale, she looked incredibly beautiful with a doll-like quality.
She didn't seem at all hesitant to talk this time.
When I felt that cock in my asshole, I didn't know what to do. But then, all of a sudden, this rush of complete contentment took over everything.
You see, upon his initial entry, I didn't know if it was pain or pleasure that I was feeling more than anything else. But once he was inside of me, I knew that it was pleasure, and I started to wiggle my ass in anticipation.
The whole thing reminded me of this story where the parts of the body were talking and trying to decide who was the strongest and who ruled the whole body. Of course the brain said that he did, and the heart said that he did. The feet even put in a claim for themselves, saying that if they didn't let the body walk, the person couldn't get anywhere. And then, the asshole spoke up, claiming that he was the ruler.
The other parts of the body laughed at him, and he got so mad that he just clammed up and wouldn't let the person shit. Did you ever hear this one, doc? The person doesn't go to the bathroom for days, and the rest of the body starts feeling so bad. The brain is sick and the heart has trouble, and finally they all tell the asshole that he is the ruler of the body. So don't get upset if anyone ever calls you an asshole.
I was reminded of that story because of the sudden control that the asshole was taking of my body, just because of the pulsating cock that was inside. I don't know what he was touching or anything like that, but I felt so content.
Mike loved it, too. I could hear him moaning so loud, and he kept saying how tight I was back there and how this was definitely the way fucking should always be. I didn't know if I agreed with him, but for the time that he was fucking my asshole, I sure loved it. And then, when he started to throb, I came instantly.
He had his hand under my pussy and he could feel all my juices dripping out. I think that turned him. on a great deal because he started to come in a few seconds. I felt my asshole getting so warm as he filled me with his come, and he leaned forward so his chest was rubbing against my back, and I felt how wet he was.
It was a sweaty, intense fuck, let me tell you.
After a while, I started to think that Mike was taking advantage of me. He wanted to come over and fuck my asshole every free moment that we had. When I would suggest that he work on my cunt for a change, he would get a little upset. I could tell, when he ate me, that he wasn't doing it with the same enthusiasm he once did.
He would really have a good go at me, but since he always wanted to fuck my ass, it seemed as if everything else was a chore for him to do. I hated that fucking attitude he took, and I told him so a few times.
I definitely think that it's wrong for a person to decide that he only likes one particular thing and then decides that that's all he wants to do. I still loved it when he fucked my cunt, and I even liked to suck him off. But he always wanted to try and save his orgasms for my asshole.
Now that didn't turn me off, but it didn't turn me on so much after a while, either.
So Mike and I eventually split, but that wasn't before I met Ray. Ray was this older boy, about twenty, and I met him at a college mixer. He was living off campus in a house, and that was terrific. Some times I would go over and then call my mother and tell her I was spending the night at a girlfriends.
She never minded. She liked me to be independent.
Ray loved to fuck me in all different positions, and that was sensational. The first time he ever fucked my asshole in the standard missionary position was terrific. Mike had always fucked me from behind, but the other way, it was like a regular fuck.
I could look at Ray's sweet face and run my hands over his chest, pulling on his nipples because he liked it like that.
His balls would slap against my ass, and it always added to the sensation. It was', to say the least, my ideal way of fucking.
That was until Ray decided to bring his friend in so we could have a threesome. His friend's name was Richie, and he was pretty good looking himself. When Ray first suggested that the three of us get it on, I was a little scared.
After all, I knew that when he spoke about the three of us, I was the only girl and I was going to have to do a lot to satisfy both of them.
Was I ever wrong!
When they got me in the bedroom they both started to strip me. All I had to do was lay back and enjoy the pleasures that they were sending through my body. Richie started to lick my nipple while Ray moved his mouth down to my pussy and started to eat me. Two mouths are certainly better than one.
Eventually, Richie sat on my chest and started to fuck my face. I loved it. I love sucking cock and tasting come, and I like it even better when the guy does the thrusting. That way, all I have to do is lay back and keep my mouth open.
But the reason it was so terrific was that while I sucked him, Ray was still licking my pussy and taking me through one orgasm after another. I don't remember ever experiencing so many in one session.
Richie started to come in my mouth, and there was so much that I could hardly swallow it. But in the end, I did lick up everything that dripped out of my mouth. I didn't want to make a mess, and I also loved the flavor.
Then, Ray started to fuck my cunt. Richie stood on the side and watched, and I could see that he was starting to get hard again.
Ray was the one who suggested the double fuck. He pulled out of my cunt and lay down on the bed. He told me that I should sit on his cock, and he wanted to go into my asshole. I had a hard time getting his cock head in, but once it was in, I felt that calm coming over my body again.
As soon as he was all the way in, Richie moved between my legs and rammed his hard cock into my pussy.
If I had thought that getting ass fucked and being fingered at the same time was terrific, this was ten times as great. Of course, I knew that it wasn't something I was going to do all the time, because you did need three people.
But I just closed my eyes and got into the one experience, thinking that it would be a great thing to fantasize about in the future. I could feel two cocks in my body, both thrusting with the same speed and intensity.
Ray's cock was so thick, and when he started to pulsate he slowed down a little bit so that he wouldn't come too fast. He was rubbing my tits and whispering in my ear, telling me that we were going to all try to come together.
It was fabulous the way that worked. Richie would moan a little, and we'd know that he was on the verge of coming.
It reached a point where both of them were fucking me with intensely pulsating cocks. They were waiting for me to start to come and then they were planning to release their loads at the same time.
I don't know why it took me so long to come. Maybe it was psychological. I knew that when I came they would both come, and then it would be over. I still wanted the fuck to go on and on and on.
So it took some time, but when I did, Richie gave Ray the go-ahead, and I felt them both exploding in me at the same time. There was so much come dripping inside of me that I could feel my head spinning. My body was like a bundle of nerves, each and every one open for stimulation.
It was, to say the least, the best experience of my life, doc. That's all.
CONCLUSION
It's very refreshing to see a girl like Lisa who enjoys good, healthy sex. I think it's rather interesting that she claims that there were two accidents, the first when she lost her virginity, and the second when she was fucked anally for the first time. I have a strong suspicion that she wanted both, very much.
Her threesome experience sounds very exciting, and I can easily understand why it brings back such good memories for her. I could only wish her good luck in the future.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
SUBJECT; Lydia E. AGE; Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
When Lydia first came into my office she struck me as being a true young belle of the old South. She had the gentility and the cordial charm that one rarely finds in a girl so young.
Her long blonde hair framed her rounded pink face. She had bright blue eyes and a lovely smile and she did not wear a drop of make up.
Lydia did not have a slender body. She was very rounded and her breasts were already very developed for a girl of her age. She still needed to lose another five to ten pounds of her baby fat, but what was there was very well proportioned.
Even though she was dressed with a modesty and simplicity that reflected her family upbringing, she could not hide her voluptuous body.
Doctor, I don't know what to do. I am so confused now.
This all began with my cousin Tommy. Until he came to visit for the summer everything around our house was nice and peaceful. Well, as far as my papa is concerned everything around our house is still nice and peaceful.
Tommy is a very evil boy and he knows all sorts of wicked things that I never even knew existed. I knew nothing about them. But Tommy is the one who taught me everything!
But now I'm getting carried away!
I'd better go back and tell you about my family first.
My father is descended from General Robert E. Lee himself, and unlike most of the descendants of General Lee my father has quite a bit of money.
I was brought up on a very fine tobacco plantation in Virginia and I know all of the proper things that a young lady should know. I was always very sheltered and I never had a chance to learn a thing about sex.
There were private tutors for me because any school would have had too much riff-raff in it. My folks are very choosey about whom I associate with, if you know what I mean.
My mother is descended from a Colonel Pickering who was also very notable in his time. In the South, rebel generals and colonels mean the same thing as dukes and earls mean in England.
There has been a lot of inter-marriage within my mother's family, that is to say, cousins marrying cousins. I suppose that there was also a lot of inter-marriage in my father's family. I haven't asked about it because frankly it is a subject that makes me sick.
Even the word 'Cousin' makes me sick.
The only way that my folks could be certain that the children that I was dealing with were good enough for me, the only children I ever got to deal with were my cousins.
I can tell you that at the beginning of the summer there was this marvelous boy that I met. He should have been everything that my parents could have desired.
You have to understand when I tell you this that I have still never dated a boy. My parents would not hear of it.
But there was this one boy named Doug. I met him because he was working on my father's plantation for the summer. He was tall and handsome and very blond, just like me.
He happened to be the son of my father's foreman and he was only working for the summer so that he could work his way through medical school. He was just eighteen and getting straight 'A' grades in college.
He used to talk to me very politely and then one day he asked me if I wanted to go to see a movie with him. I told him that I would have to ask my parents.
When I asked my mother she got all huffy and nervous and she started fidgeting with the white gloves that she was wearing. She told me that she would have to ask my father.
My father came to me and told me that he did not want me to associate with 'Riff-Raff. For the first time that I could remember I actually stood up to my father.
"Doug is an honor student in college!" I told my father.
"And what do we know about his family?" he asked in that snarling way that he has.
"His daddy has worked for you for almost twenty years!" I answered, quite logically.
"My daughter is not meant for the son of a laborer!"
"Doug's daddy is your foreman and he's studying to be a doctor!" I tried to keep a pleasant and even tone in my voice, and I feel certain that I did. But my papa smacked me across the face and sent me falling to the floor.
I was too stunned to even cry. I just looked up at him with a surprised look in my eyes and he walked out of the room. He never expressed any regret for that.
The next day I found out that Doug had been fired and that his father, the foreman, had received a severe reprimand for 'Not keeping his son in his place' or something like that.
My God! You would think that I wanted to go out with a black boy or something.
You can understand why I was furious with my father. He had done this to a boy who needed the money to work his way through medical school. My father inherited all his money and he's always had foremen and business managers to run his business.
He spends all his time yelling about the go Id bricks who are ruining this country by living off of welfare and meanwhile he collects fifty-thousand a year for the acreage that he doesn't farm. That seems like a pretty big chunk of welfare to me!
My mother, who is a very high-strung woman who drinks a lot, noticed that I was very moody. Well, who wouldn't be moody if they felt to blame for a guy losing his job when he really needed the money.
I had learned my lesson. I just wasn't going to speak to a soul all summer long. That way I couldn't get anyone in any trouble.
That's when they informed me that my cousin Tommy and his older sister Alfreda would be coming to visit for the summer. That way I would have two people near my age who would be able to enjoy the summer with me.
My folks spoke about Tommy and Alfreda as if they were two refugees that they were taking in. They lived in a fashionable suburb of Baltimore where my Uncle Alfred had committed the unpardonable sin of marrying a Northern woman.
But, in spite of their mother, my parents decided that Tommy and Alfreda still had enough Southern blood in them to make them worthwhile companions for me.
In fact, my Uncle Alfred had made quite a fortune on his own. But I think that my family looked down on him because he actually had to work for his money. He had made money with his brains and his imagination and in my family the only accepted form of money was inherited.
I suppose that was why Tommy and Alfreda were so well thought of. The two of them did not have a brain between them and they would never earn anything in their lives that wasn't given to them.
They were used to a very elegant style of living and their father had enough money to insure it.
And then I got the news that just made my summer a real hell! Alfreda suddenly became sick with a strange infection in her intestines, but Tommy would be coming anyway.
That rotten kid! How dare he take a visit to Virginia while his sister was sick with an intestinal infection?
So my cousin Tommy arrived. I have to admit, though grudgingly, that he was very good-looking.
Tommy was seventeen-years-old and he was kind of slim. My mother joked about how she would fatten him up with lots of Virginia-grits.
He had dark, shaggy hair that hung down into his eyes and great big dark eyes that always seemed to be looking at me. His face was long but it had a strange and very sensual look about it.
Tommy was put in his own bedroom suite in the west wing, the same wing of the house that had my bedroom. My parents are the exclusive custodians of the east wing of the house.
The first day that he arrived my father suggested that I take Tommy for a swim in the pond that is on our property. So we got onto this little motorized bike that my father got me so that I could get around our grounds and we went through the little patch of woods to get to the pond.
There I am, pulling off my dress because I had my swimsuit on underneath it. When I turned to Tommy he was just standing there and smiling at me.
I looked at his corduroy pants. He lost a point right there. Who the hell wears corduroy pants in Virginia in the summer. He was the kind of boy who didn't quite fill out his pants because his ass was so flat.
But the front of his pants sure looked filled out to me. I know an erection when I see one and that boy had an erection!
"Can't go into the pond in them corduroy pants!" I said.
"No one can see us here, can they?" he asked as he tried to be real casual about rubbing the front of his pants.
That was when I got into the water. I figured that if he was gonna try anything funny, he couldn't attack me as easily if I were in the water. Anyhow, I'm a champion swimmer.
I looked away when Tommy unzipped his pants. Believe me when I say that I wouldn't have been the least bit surprised if he had whipped out his hard cock. There was no way that I knew for sure that the boy had trunks on under his pants and from the way that he had been talking, I was feeling very nervous.
But after swimming away a little bit, I turned to look back and saw that he had trunks on. The tan colored boxer style trunks seemed just as loose on him as the pants did, and yet they were standing out quite a way in the front.
He pulled off his shirt and I was surprised to find that he had a very sexy body. His body was very trim and tight. Though his arms and legs did not have a lot of bulk on them, I could see all the sinews of his muscles. He had smooth skin that was very fair, I suppose from living in the city.
He jumped in the water and tried to catch up with me.
As he came close he smiled a kind of friendly smile and said, "It's just that I was wondering if we needed to wear swimsuits here!" His friendly smile turned into a leering grin.
I stood on the hard ground at the bottom of the clear pool and I looked him straight in the eye as I said, "Tommy Pickering Newman, don't you dare say such a thing in my presence!"
I never heard of such a thing. He hadn't been in town for two hours and already he wanted to go skinny-dipping with me!
"Well, what's the harm?" he asked, getting very defensive. "I never get to be anyplace private like this in Baltimore."
I decided to swim away from him and to occupy myself with my swimming. I also wanted to impress the boy with just how well I swam.
But when I turned back and looked at my cousin, he was holding those tan trunks in his hand and waving them around as he smiled at me. His other hand was under the water and I had a pretty good guess of what that was doing!
I swam for the edge of the pond and I started to climb out. As I looked over my shoulder I saw that he was really beating himself off and that he was looking right at me.
To tell you the truth I was wearing a very sexy swimsuit. Even though I am only fifteen it showed off the cleavage between my breasts and it made my hips look nicely rounded instead of just covered with left-over baby fat.
I turned away from him, but I knew that the boy was jerking off and looking at my round and firm ass. I really wished that I had worn a more modest swimsuit.
Really, what was I supposed to do in that situation?
When I peeked over my shoulder I saw that Tommy was standing really still. I could only see him from his chest up, with his brown nipples sticking out above the water, but I just knew that he was cumming.
I hopped on that motorized bike and I took off through the woods. But I hadn't even gone half-way back to the house when I realized that I couldn't do that.
What would happen if I showed up at home without my cousin beside me? I would have to start answering questions. My mother would accuse me of not showing proper southern hospitality. After all, I had left my cousin in the pond and taken the bike.
And if I tried to tell my parents what had happened I know that all hell would have broken loose.
You have to understand the kind of thinking that goes on in my house. A southern woman has a code of honor. If she thinks that a man has had an impure thought about her, she is supposed to shoot herself.
I can just see it now. If I told my father that Tommy had beat off while looking at me in my swimsuit I would have gotten a beating for knowing what a cock was and then another beating for knowing what beating off was. Then I would have gotten a gun and a suggestion that I go shoot myself for the terrible offense that I had done-being sexually desirable to a boy!
Sometimes I think that I am living in an insane asylum.
When I got back for my cousin, he was sitting on the shore. I saw his naked ass against the ground and I knew that he was sitting there without his trunks on.
I turned my back and said, "Tommy, I will drive you back to the house, but I am not turning around until you have those shorts on you!" After waiting for a minute I asked, "Can I turn around now?"
When he said that I could turn around, I did. Well, there he was as naked as the day he was born. But I bet that his cock wasn't that big seventeen years before.
The only hair on his body was the thick black bush of pubic hair that surrounded the broad base of his cock. His cock was hanging down quite a distance between his legs.
I turned around and got on the motor bike. Before I could even get the thing started I saw Tommy pull his shorts on and then grab up the rest of his clothes.
He jumped on the bike behind me just as I started it up.
I rode off through the woods very fast and he clutched onto me a little too tight. I don't know whether God will punish me for this, but I was sort of wishing that Tommy would fall off the back of the bike and would land in a ditch.
It wasn't just the things that that boy did, it was the way that he did them. He treated people as if he had a right to use them. He just expected that everything in the world should go his way.
You probably know people like that.
I do have to admit something though, Doctor. When I saw his cock by the pond I started to feel this funny sort of itching in my pussy. I know what it is to frig myself, I've been doing that enough years. But this was a really powerful urge that was inside me.
When we got back to the house, I jumped off the bike and rushed to get inside. He grabbed me by the arm and said, "What's the matter? Didn't you ever see a cock before?"
I pulled my arm away from his and I said, "Don't you dare use language like that when you speak to me!"
Then I rushed upstairs and locked myself in my room. If anyone had asked me the reason that I went to my room, I could have told them that I wanted to get out of my wet swimsuit. But the real reason was that I wanted to frig myself.
While the memory of Tommy's sexy young body was still so crisp in my mind, I felt that I had to touch the lips of my cunt and spread them apart and shove my finger inside and fjig it up and down till I filled up with pussy juice.
Soon it was time to go downstairs for dinner. I resolved firmly that if anything else happened with Tommy, and I felt sure that it would, that I would go to my parents the very next day.
I could not have guessed what was going to happen that night.
I was sleeping soundly and it was well past midnight. I know that I had locked the door to my bedroom suite, Which is why I was sleeping soundly. I already had enough sense to know that I should not trust Tommy.
He later revealed to me that he had climbed over from the terrace outside his bedroom to the terrace that was outside my bedroom. Strangely enough, that was a bit dangerous and I was a bit complimented that he had taken the risk on my behalf.
When I woke up he already had his hand over my mouth. He was sitting on the edge of my bed in his jockey shorts and once again he filled out the front of them a lot better than he filled out the back of them.
He held me down on the bed with his knee and he kept one hand over my mouth. With his other hand he pulled down his underpants and I got a close up view of his cock in all its iron-hard glory.
I struggled, but apparently he was a lot stronger than his wiry frame might have suggested. Holding me down with his body, he pulled his underwear off and stuffed it in my mouth.
It was horrible. I gagged, nauseous on the filthy shorts. They tasted of piss and cum and boy-sweat and he had stuffed them so far down my throat that I was gagging on them.
Now that he was naked, he took some rope from the side of my bed. Heaven knows where he found the rope! He really planned this whole thing out carefully. In a jiffy my arms and legs were tied up.
Then it was just a matter of Tommy taking off my nightie and my panties. He had to make a big production out of it. That boy would make a big production out of anything at all.
He pulled my nightie up real slow. I was wearing the pink that was the same color as my skin and once again I cursed myself for wearing something that was so sexy. Although, judging from the condition of his erection I figure that he was already turned on even before he saw my pink nightie.
When my tits were revealed he started to caress them and feel them. Then he took one of my tits between his thumbnail and his forefinger and he pressed his nail into the erect nipple as if he was trying to rip right into it.
I tried to cry out, but I couldn't because of the gag that was in my mouth. He could tell from the way that I was squirming around that I was in pain. He only smiled when he saw that.
Tommy pulled my nightie off and then I was just wearing my pink panties. He gently ran his fingers along the top of the panties and then he tugged on them.
My nightie was tangled around my hands and my panties were tangled around my knees. He couldn't pull them all the way off because he had already tied me up. This made me think that maybe he hadn't planned everything out that carefully.
He held his cock in his hand and he said, "Now, where should I put this big feller?"
I could not respond because of the filthy shorts that were stuffed in my mouth, but I knew that Tommy could read the terror that was in my eyes.
Tommy chuckled softly and said, "Now, let me see. I can't put my cock up your pussy because if I bust your cherry you'd have evidence to take to your mommy and daddy."
My sadistic cousin was slowly stroking his cock was he continued thinking out loud. "And I wouldn't put my cock in your mouth because you could hurt me with your teeth."
Without saying another word, Tommy tossed me over on my stomach. Even though I was tied up I struggled to look over my shoulder and see what the boy was doing.
I was shocked at what I saw. The attractive seventeen-year-old boy, his shaggy dark hair falling forward, leaned down and put his lips to my pink, puckered ass hole.
My whole body tensed as I felt his tongue slithering up and down along my ass crack. I have to admit that the odd sensation made my cunt tingle, even though he was having no contact at all with my pussy.
Then his tongue pressed into my ass hole and pushed hard to squeeze between the tight anal opening. He seemed to be spitting into my ass hole, and trying to get it very wet.
When I began wriggling up and down on the bed I realized that I had begun oozing cunt cream onto my pussy lips. His tongue was actually fucking my ass hole, strange as that may seem!
Then, when my bottom hole was dripping wet, he pulled away from me. Odd as the sensation was, it had been very pleasurable to have his tongue in my bottom. When he pulled away from me, I looked over my shoulder once again to see what he was doing.
Tommy was spitting on his palm and greasing up his cock. His cock glistened from the bit of moonlight that was peeking in through my lace curtains.
My breathing stopped when I saw that he was actually pointing his cock directly at my ass hole. I had never heard of such a thing being done and I had never even dreamed of such a thing!
There was his great big cock being shoved into my ass hole! I thought that he would split me in half when his cock head first entered my tight bung hole, but he gave one shove and I felt the flared mushroom head of his cock slam all the way into me.
I suppose that once his cock head was inside of me, the rest was easy.
Little by little the thick fuck-pole shoved into my body. I felt as if he was tugging my ass cheeks inside of me. The spit did not stay on very long and pretty soon he was fucking into me dry.
Every little shove that he made into my ass, I kept praying that his whole cock was in me. He was at such an angle that I really couldn't tell whether he had gotten all the way inside.
Finally, just when I thought that his cock was going to go on forever, I felt his balls slam down hard against my ass cheeks.
The sadistic boy rested his entire weight on my back and I thought he was going to crush me. It was very funny. He seemed so slim to me and yet he was really very strong and felt very heavy as he lay on top of me.
But the worst was yet to come. He began to pull his cock out of me. Slowly and torturously he tugged on his hard meat. The thick sides of his cock flesh pulled at the delicate and moist flesh that was inside of my ass hole.
And then I felt the edge of his flared cock head pressing against the tight anal opening. That was the most brutal feeling of all because it was the widest part of his cock against the tightest part of my ass hole.
So, how can I explain why my cunt had fully juiced up? By that time I knew that I had already begun dribbling cunt juice onto the bed! I would never have let Tommy know that my body was experiencing so much pleasure.
As soon as he had pulled his cock almost all the way out of my ass hole, he slammed it in with great power and force. It really knocked the breath out of me!
He kept doing that over and over again. He would pull his cock out of my ass hole and then he would slam it back in. He would slam the full length all at once and it would really rip into me.
Each time that he slammed back inside of my ass I felt as if he was slamming even harder and further into my battered bottom.
I sighed softly, muffled by the pillow and by the shorts that were stuffed in my mouth. I closed my eyes tightly to try to keep the tears from streaming down my face and to try to stop the pain that was emanating through my body.
But his thick cock was still ramming away at my butt.
Then I felt his cock drive in harder and further than ever before. I was sure that he had split me wide open and had ripped the flesh of my insides.
I could tell that the boy was absolutely still and that his entire body was fully tensed up. But even though he was lying still, his cock was still throbbing and bobbing inside of my ass hole.
When I felt the first splash of hot cum that burst out of his cock head, I could not help myself. My pussy began to undulate and I was cummin g.
INTERVIEW TWO
When I saw just how upset Lydia was after our first interview, I scheduled a special session with her for the following day. Her story had come pouring out and I knew that she was anxious to tell me the rest of it.
She was just a little more relaxed the second day. She began talking even before she had sat down in the office.
I'm very grateful that you could see me now, Doctor. I've been so confused and troubled by this whole thing with my cousin.
After he had finished fucking me up the ass that first night, he pulled his cock out of my sloppy ass hole and turned me over.
It was impossible for me to hide my condition. He ran his fingers along the blonde fringe of hair that surrounded my cunt lips and he knew that I had cum.
He smiled as he brought the pussy juice taste on his fingers to his lips.
Then he pulled his filthy jockey shorts out of my mouth. I was trying to get the taste of cotton out of my mouth. I was churning my mouth around and sticking out my tongue.
Before I realized what was happening, Tommy had slammed his mouth down against mine and his tongue was playing with my tongue. I have never been so revolted in my entire life!
He had had his tongue up my ass hole and now he was licking it against my tongue!
Although I tried to fight him off, he was too strong for me. Also I was still in the bonds so there was very little that I could do.
But as I tried to pull my own tongue back in my mouth and his tongue followed, I decided that if I was going to have to have his shit-eating tongue in my mouth, I would at least teach him a lesson.
I clamped my teeth down hard around his tongue and I would not let go no matter how Tommy tried to pull away. There was a hot taste in my mouth and I think that I may have even drawn blood as I bit into his delicate tongue.
He tugged on one of my tits as if he was going to pull it off. So both of us gave in at the same time. He let go of my tit and I loosened the hold that my teeth had on his tongue.
But when Tommy stood up he slapped me across the face and looked down at me.
"Don't you think that you're gonna tell your folks about any of this. I have a real convincing way of winning people over and if you say a word to your mama or daddy I will tell them that you came to me and seduced me!"
That bastard! He knew the way that things worked in our family. He knew that the girl was always suspect because she was fully responsible for protecting her own virtue.
Tommy pulled on his underpants and readjusted his cock inside of them. Then he unlocked my bedroom door and was about to go out when he turned to me with one last remark. "You oughta be grateful! I didn't ruin you for marriage!" Then he left.
That bastard!
I went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. Squeezing my ass muscles open as far as I could I dribbled out gobs of the boy's cum that had filled up my bottom.
Then I went to bed and tried to sleep. But I couldn't get to sleep.
Instead of sleeping I began to frig myself. Can you imagine that? I still felt the pain in my ass that felt as if I had been stretched wide open with a thick lead pipe, and yet I was fingerfucking my pussy as I thought about having my cousin's thick cock up my ass.
Well, all of that is nothing compared to what happened the next day in the pantry.
That next day I went down to breakfast. Thank heavens that our dining room chairs are well cushioned. I never could have managed sitting otherwise. I still felt a strange aching in my ass cheeks.
I remained cordial but cold to Tommy and I flatly refused to go swimming with him. Most of that day I managed to avoid Tommy.
Now I have one place in the house that I often use for thinking and being alone. There is a pantry in the cellar. My mother keeps a big supply of food in this big cold place and the servants only come down there about once a week to re-stock the kitchen pantry or else when they have just made a big shopping trip.
So that is the one place in the house that I can count on for being alone. I disappear down there when nobody knows where I have gone.
But on that day when I disappeared down to the pantry, it was obvious that I had been followed.
I thought that I was alone and I had even taken off my slacks. I had begun to frig my cunt lips through the soft and shiny fabric of my white panties.
Then I heard someone clear his throat. When I turned around and saw Tommy standing over me and looking at me, I was shocked. I grabbed my pants and pulled them in front of me.
"That's pretty silly, little girl. After all, I've seen a lot more of you than those pretty white panties!" Tommy sneered.
"You get away from me!" I cried out as I stood up and tried to edge away from him.
Tommy lunged forward and slammed me down across a sack of potatoes. I tried to kick up, but he was too fast for me.
Even through the heavy fabric of his corduroy pants I could feel his hard cock pressing down against the soft white flesh on my upper thighs.
I squirmed and tried my best to pull away from me, but he had a good hold on me. He was trying to hold me with one hand and with the weight of his body, while he used his other hand to open his pants and tug down his pants and shorts.
His big, thick cock slammed into my body and dribbled a bit of pre-cum that drooled onto my thigh.
But when I got one of my hands free I reached it up and waved it around. I'm not sure what I grabbed onto. I think that it was a great big five pound can of tomatoes. But I swung my arm around and smashed the can into my sadistic cousin's head.
All of a sudden I felt his whole body go limp. I shoved him off of me and he rolled onto the ground. I grabbed up my slacks and I was about to leave and leave him there with his cock hanging out for all the world to see. But when I looked down at him I felt a strange tingling in my pussy. I knew then that I would not just leave him like that.
Who knows what power was guiding me or controlling me when I did what I did next. I know that I wanted revenge on the boy who had raped my ass hole and yet why did I peel off his shirt so that he would be completely naked to his knees, his pants and shorts still tangled down around his knees.
There was a lot of rope around the cellar and it was easy enough for me to tie him up by the arms and the legs. Then I turned him on his side. There was his ass hole. I remembered that he had brutalized me and I began to formulate my plan for revenge.
My cunt had already oozed out so much that my panties were soaking wet.
I grabbed up a zucchini that was lying among a bunch of vegetables and I aimed it toward the unconscious boy's ass hole.
But much as I tried to press the squash against his bung hole, I saw that it would not go. So I took a can of cooking fat and spread it around the top of the zucchini. Then I splashed a dollop of the grease at the boy's tight anal knot.
He still remained unconscious and unmoving. But when I pressed the end of the green squash against his ass hole and it began to work its way inside his bottom hole, I heard him begin to moan and groan.
"Wh-what?" Tommy said. "I'm tied up! What the hell?!"
And then I really slammed the zucchini into his bottom. I knew that it had penetrated him.
He shrieked out with pain and terror.
T never would have dreamed of doing anything like that to my cousin if it weren't for the brutalizing way that he fucked my ass hole. In fact, I would have been worried that his ass could not have taken the penetration, except that I knew that my more slender bottom had taken the hard shaft of his cock, so I figured that he could take this.
Inch by painful inch I shoved the greasy vegetable into Tommy's tight bottom hole.
My cunt was tingling with delight as I saw the torment that the boy was going through. And yet, despite his guttural sounds of pain, when I looked at his cock I saw that it was standing stiffly out.
Something snapped inside of me. I don't know why I did what I did next. My pussy was all juiced up and I was just wearing my panties and my blouse.
Quickly unbuttoning my blouse, I tossed it aside and then I slid off my panties. I watched Tommy's cock throb as he saw my stripping.
Since he was tied up and helpless he could not fight me when I repositioned him. The zucchini was shoved in so far that it was solidly imbedded in his ass.
When I rolled the boy onto his back that sadistically forced even more of the green squash up his bottom. As he landed on the vegetable and impaled himself even further onto the thick thing, his cock sprang up in the air.
I didn't even give his cock a chance to land back down against his body. I grabbed it and I squatted over him.
It never even occurred to me to put that dick up my pussy. I knew what I wanted and I knew how to get it.
I slathered some more of the cooking grease onto his dick and then I took a bit in my fingers and I poked my finger up my bottom hole.
Can you imagine? Just the previous night I had been shocked by the very idea of having a cock up my ass and now I was putting the grease on my own anal opening.
I pressed the mushroom head of his cock against my bung hole and I pushed him inside of me. Once again it hurt at the beginning. The wide part of his cock coming into contact with the tight part of my ass hole was a bit much for me to take, even now that I was determined that I wanted it. But I pushed on.
Once his cock was firmly implanted in my ass hole, I felt as if I didn't need to hold onto his cock anymore. I just used both of my hands to support myself on the cold concrete floor of the pantry and I slowly lowered myself onto his cock.
The cooking grease was drooling heavily and oozing down his shaft because of the heat of our bodies.
Gritting my teeth and closing my eyes I let myself slide all the way down the rest of his cock. The rounded cheeks of my ass slammed hard against his cum-filled balls as I breathed a sigh of relief.
I felt all filled up and I felt wonderful having the cock inside of me. It was painful and yet it was stimulating.
Then I started to bounce up and down and up and down. I was riding his cock with my ass hole. I put my fingers up my virgin cunt and did not mind the fact that his cock was in my ass instead of up my pussy lips.
I knew that each time that I bounced down on his cock I was pressing him further down onto the big zucchini that was stuffed up his ass. I then felt the boy bouncing up and down and I knew that he was shoving himself up into my ass and then back down against the thick vegetable that was stuffed inside of his body.
Soon he was shooting up inside of my ass and as soon as I felt that my fingers then felt the undulating feel of my cunt lips quivering and vibrating.
I had purposely impaled my own ass hole on my cousin's cock. Once my pussy had oozed out all the cunt juice that was in me, I pulled my bottom off the boy and I turned away from him.
"Take me off of this thing!" he groaned in a hoarse whisper.
When I turned to him he added the word, "Please!"
That was when I realized that he still had the zucchini shoved up his ass. I went and turned him over and started to pull the big thing out of his battered bottom.
I heard him take a sharp intake of breath through his clenched teeth and I knew that this was hurting him now because most of the grease had oozed off of the hot piece of vegetable.
When I knew that I was causing him pain, I tugged the squash even faster and harder because I wanted to pay him back for the pain that he had caused me the previous night when he had raped me up the ass.
But I have to tell you that I was really confused then, Doctor. I mean, I had willingly submitted to having the boy fuck my ass.
Only when I was fully dressed did I loosen his bonds so that he could get free. I rushed up to the stairs so that I could get Out of the cellar before he was out of his bonds and fully dressed.
For the rest of the day I avoided Tommy.
But that evening when he was alone with me for one moment he mumbled to me, "You really enjoyed that! You wanted it!"
What could I say to him? I rushed away.
I had no recourse of going to my parents. I am a terrible liar and even if I told my parents everything else and they believed me I could not lie to them about the fact that I had mounted Tommy's cock, and that I did enjoy having his meat between my pink ass cheeks.
I have kept my door and all of my windows locked and I have avoided any chance of being alone with Tommy. My mother has commented that I have been acting queerly and I always try to mumble some excuse.
What can I do?
Doctor, can you help me?
CONCLUSION
It is not easy to try to help Lydia. The fact that she likes to be fucked anally is not her real problem. She can grow up and find a loving relationship in which she enjoys both cunt and ass-fucking.
Her problem is one that deals with her family. They have restricted her upbringing so that she has not had any experience with any different sorts of people and that is an unhealthy situation.
It is important in this instance that her mother and father accompany her to a family therapy session so that they can all honestly understand the needs that this girl has.
While incest can be a healthy outlet for a young persons sexual drives, it is not healthy when accompanied by rape and it is healthy only up to a certain point. As Lydia discussed her family background I was reminded of the old belief that inter-marriage between cousins caused insanity in the family!
CASE HISTORY SIX
SUBJECT; Myrtle A. AGE; Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Myrtle was certainly one of the most beautiful black girls I had ever seen come into my office. Her skin was the blackest jet black and her eyes moved back and forth like a cat's eyes.
Her body was slender and yet her large breasts stood out firm and rounded in front of her. Her hips filled out her skirt.
Although her clothes were of a cheap type, they fit her very well and showed off her sexy body.
I don't know, Doc. Maybe I shouldn't be here. I mean, I know my way around.
I've been out on the streets for a year now and before that I knew about the score from my mama. Mama worked as a hooker for years and she's still on the streets.
There's just one thing that's been bothering me. I guess it all goes back to the day that I lost my cherry. That was a little over a year ago when I was still twelve.
It was a hell of a way to lose my cherry. But I guess I better tell you a little background first.
I ain't the type who goes around crying. So, my life is rotten. There are people with worse than me. I'm a survivor because I'm planning to survive in this world.
My mama tells me that she doesn't know who my daddy is, and I figure that she's telling the truth. I mean, now that I'm out on the street I can see how it is. You don't exactly keep track of the men if you have five or seven in one night.
Mama really tried her best to provide for me and keep me looking good. She wanted me to stay in school, but there wasn't nothing in the school that interested me.
I always knew that I was gonna grow up to be just like mama. But even though I always knew that it would come, I didn't expect it to happen when it did.
When I was twelve I used to sleep in the kitchen because mama would bring her tricks home and use the couch in the other room. It was really a one room apartment with a kitchen and bathroom.
So mama would pretend that I wasn't even there because she didn't want the tricks to know that she had a daughter. I don't know if it was that she was worried about me or that she didn't want them to know that she was old enough to have a twelve-year-old daughter.
What mama didn't know was that I used to watch her through the door of the kitchen. I loved to see the men with their big cocks ramming into mama's pussy.
I would frig my own little hairless virgin cunt and make believe that the great big, thick cock was shoving into me! Little did I know that those make-believe days would soon be over with.
One night mama came in real drunk with these two tricks. They were all talking about the way that they had each promised to pay her the full amount if she would take on both of them at once. My eyes sure did light up. I never saw two men at once.
I knew all about fucking and sucking from watching my mama, because she used to do so much of both. I figured that one of the guys was gonna go up mama's pussy and the other guy would fuck her mouth.
This seemed like a really exciting thing to watch, so I settled in by the kitchen door and I put my hand up under my long white nightgown.
They were having a ball all stripping each other naked.
One of the guys was a great big Puerto Rican with wavy brown hair and a chestnut tan kind of complexion and the other guy was a big, tall blond man with broad shoulders.
When they were naked I saw that the Puerto Rican guy was all hairy and that the blond guy was all smooth and very white looking compared to my mama and his buddy.
They both had so much hard meat in front of them that it was hard to say which one of them had the bigger cock. They both looked enormous. And believe me, even though I was twelve I had already seen a lot of big cocks.
But then the three of them started to argue. My mama figured the same as I did, that she would get fucked by one of the guys and she would suck off the other one.
The guys had their own idea about how they were going to fuck with my mama. The blond guy wanted to go up her pussy and the older, Puerto Rican guy wanted to shove his cock up her ass.
I never saw mama quite like that. She grabbed up her dress and held it in front of herself, covering her great big boobs and everything. She ordered both of these fellas to leave the place.
What she did really didn't make too much sense. The problem was that she was already naked and these two guys had hard-ons. I could see that trouble was coming.
The two of them pounced on my mama and threw her to the floor. They used her dress to tie up her hands and then they started to beat her all around the head and the face and the shoulders.
I've got a brain or two in my head. I don't go rushing in and doing crazy things. As soon as I saw that the guys had pounced on my mother I figured, 'Okay, they're gonna fuck her ass. Nothing I can do about it."
After all, I was brought up on the street and I am not about to risk getting killed. Don't think that I don't have a soft-heart. I may have a soft-heart, but I also have a hard head!
So, I wasn't planning on making a sound when it looked like these two guys were gonna rape my mama. My mama's seen worse, a lot worse. But then when they started to beat her around the head and right on her boobs, I forgot about everything.
I rushed right out to the other room and grabbed at the guys. I know that that made no sense and I know that anybody who's been brought up on the streets would know better than to do that, but something got into me. It was something even stronger than my street sense.
Well, my mama was already unconscious, so the guys didn't have to bother with her. At least when I got into the room and stopped them that took their attention away from my mama and they stopped hitting her.
Maybe what I did wasn't so dumb. What happened to me, happened. But maybe if they had kept on hitting at my mama they could have killed her. So I can't have regrets about what happened.
You can't afford regrets in the ghetto.
So, like I said, my mama was already unconscious and the guys grabbed me.
The blond guy said, "Where did she have this tasty morsel hid?"
"I ain't no morsel. You get your honky hands off of me!" I cried out as I struggled with the two of them.
But it was pretty easy for the two big studs to pull off my nightgown. I was stripped naked and both of the guys were already naked and had big raging hard-ons.
The blond one had his cock at my cunt lips and I cried out, "Hey man, I'm a virgin!"
Both of the guys laughed and the blond shoved in real hard and fast. I will always connect the sound of laughter with the feeling of having my cherry popped.
I remember the way that it felt when the fleshy wall inside of my cunt ripped open and the cock slid into me on a hot sea of blood.
There on the filthy living room floor, I was biting my lip so that I wouldn't cry out. I had my eyes closed so that the tears wouldn't go down my face.
Then I turned around and looked for the big Puerto Rican guy. He was over at my mother's things and he was rummaging through. I saw him coming back towards me with a bottle of cold cream.
My muscles tightened up. I remembered what he and his friend had been talking to my mother about. They wanted to fuck her ass and my mother wouldn't let them. I tightened up my ass muscles as I thought about that terrible intrusion. , But when I tightened up my ass muscles, the blond guy who was in my pussy began to moan. That's when I realized that when I tightened my ass, my cunt also tightened up at the same time.
Just as I felt the blond guy's curly blond cock hairs pressing against my hairless cunt lips, I also felt something cold at my ass crack.
The big Puerto Rican guy was rubbing the cold cream along my ass and he was looking for my bottom hole. I whimpered softly then. I couldn't help it.
Then I felt his big fat cock against the tight opening of my bottom hole. I tried to tighten up the cheeks of my ass.
He slapped me on my ass so that I felt a stinging pain running through me. Then he hissed in my ear, "Listen you little bitch! I am gonna get my cock up your ass hole whether you like it or not! If you relax you can enjoy it. But if you don't relax I will tear you to shreds!"
My breathing was heavy. What could I do? I tried to relax as I felt his thick headed cock slip in between the tight wrinkled opening of my ass hole.
With the blond guy slamming his cock into my cunt very fast, I felt that I was being shoved onto the Puerto Rican guy's cock at the same time.
Each time that the blond pushed into me, he pushed me backwards so that more and more of the thick Puerto Rican cock was slammed into my body.
Meanwhile, I felt the Puerto Rican guys thumbs pressing against the cheeks of my ass. He was pulling me apart with his hands, although I felt that his cock was enough to split me in two.
And then it was done. The Puerto Rican cock was hard against my ass. I could feel the kinky hair on the man's crotch and his lower belly as it pressed against the tender and soft flesh of my ass.
Between the two guys I had more than eighteen inches of cock inside my body at the same time. I don't know how many girls can say that. Especially girls who are only twelve and have just lost their virginity.
When the Puerto Rican started to fuck in and out of my ass, he started keeping the same timing and rhythm as his blond friend who was fucking my pussy.
The blond shouted out, "Hey man, I can feel your cock inside this girl's body!"
And I knew that he was telling the truth. I could feel that both of their cocks were slamming into the center of my body. The thick cock of the white boy was pressing my cunt walls in and the great big cock of the Puerto Rican man was slamming hard against my ass hole walls.
I don't know how much distance there is between one and the other, but I felt like the two cock heads were going to touch in the middle if they kept ramming into me like they were.
Then the blond boy rolled onto his back and the three of us rolled over like a sandwich that was all attached.
The blond was on his back with his cock still up my cunt slit and the big guy was still on top of me with his cock up my ass hole. It was like I was bouncing up and down between the two guys with one guy fucking up and the other guy fucking down.
There was no direction for me to go. The more that I pulled away from one of the guys, the more that I was pushed towards the other guy-I have to admit that it was really very exciting getting fucked from two directions at once. I knew that my pussy was juicing up.
Even though I felt pain in my cunt from having just had my cherry popped and I also felt pain from having my ass spread open and stuffed with the big cock, I was starting to cum.
My cunt tightened up around the blond boy's cock as if it was trying to make him keep still inside of me. The rubbing and rubbing against the tender and moist flesh of my pussy was more than I could take.
I knew that the boy couldn't even keep fucking me because my pussy walls had gotten so tight around his cock, and then I felt his cock slam into the side of my cunt flesh.
When the cock head hit the side of my pussy meat, it left a big and hot splash of cock juice. Then he kept slamming into me with more and more of the hot cock juice.
Meanwhile I knew that my cunt was wriggling around and the flesh inside me was moving all with a mind of its own.
Every time that my cunt moved, my ass also tightened up at the same time. And that man who was fucking my bottom hole slammed into me real hard and I felt the middle of his cock get a lot wider.
Then I felt a hot flood shoot up my ass.
I was being filled up with cock juice. The blond boy was cumming up my pussy and the Puerto Rican guy was shooting up my ass.
How can I tell you that I didn't enjoy the abuse and torment that they put me through, when the truth of the matter is that I was cumming at the same time.
For a long time the three of us laid there on the floor. We were like an ice cream sandwich and I was the chocolate ice cream in the middle.
Then both of the guys pulled out of me. I just stayed there on the floor. I didn't want to ever move again. The two of them ignored me while they put their clothes back on.
When they were about to leave they tossed forty dollars down on the floor and then walked out.
I realized that that was the money that they had agreed to pay to my mother, and that they were giving it to me because I was the one that they had fucked.
Well, I may have lost my cherry and gotten fucked up the ass at the same time, but at least I made forty dollars on the deal!
My mother was still passed out. I couldn't tell whether it was from the liquor or the beating she had received. I went to the bathroom and got all cleaned up. Then I got dressed and went to wake my mother up.
I had hidden the forty dollars and I didn't tell her about it. I went with my mother to the emergency room of the hospital so that she could make sure that those guys hadn't hurt her too bad. But I never told her anything about what happened that night.
She had been very serious with those guys about not letting them fuck her up the ass, so the last thing that I wanted her to know was that they had fucked me up the ass and paid me for it!
INTERVIEW TWO
When Myrtle came to my office the following week, she was not as nervous. She was able to speak to me without as much fear.
I also noticed that the clothes she was wearing were not as sexy. She was not working so hard to be grown-up. She felt at ease to be the beautiful, young girl that she really was.
Well, Doctor, the last time that I was here I told you all about the time that I lost my cherry and how those guys had fucked me up the ass at the same time.
I figure that that was something that happened. There ain't nothing that I can do to change that. So that is not what I have come to you about.
What troubles me is that ever since that first time I have had an itching to get my ass hole filled with cock!
It seems normal to me for a girl of my age to be hot and to want to get fucked up the cunt. But I know that there ain't that many girls who want to get fucked up the ass!
This is like a terrible secret that I keep and it's eating away at my insides. But when I frig myself I think about a guy shoving his cock up my ass.
Let me tell you the truth. I don't frig myself that often because I can usually get a big cock out on the streets. Even when I don't have a customer, there are a lot of guys who are friends of mine and who do it with me on a real regular basis.
But there I am with a guy's big cock up my pussy slit and I am thinking about how wonderful it would be to have his cock up my ass hole.
Every so often I get my dream come true, but it doesn't happen nearly enough to suite me. After all, when you're working as a hooker you can't tell the customers what you want them to do. The customer is the one who gives the instructions. I mean, he is the one who is paying for the ride.
Most of them want blowjobs because their wives won't do that for them. A lot of the horny younger ones just want to get laid because they don't have any other girls to fuck.
So, when you're a whore and you want to get fucked up the ass, what are you supposed to do?
There is this one black pimp who always comes around trying to get all the girls into his little group. I don't like pimps. I told you before that I'm a fighter and a survivor and girls don't survive as good with a pimp as they do on their own.
This pimp's name is Tyrone and he is the blackest black stud you have ever seen. He really plays the part for all it's worth. He wore the slick cashmere suits and the wide brim on his hat and he is a really sexy stud.
So, one day I was on my corner, minding my own business and waiting for some guy to pass my way. Tyrone's chauffeur driven limousine drives up and stops right in front of me.
"Hey there pretty mama!" he called out from the car window in his deep and mellow voice.
"I don't have nothin' to say to you!" I answered back, even though I was really scared of that tough character.
He held up some money in his hand, a really thick wad, and he said, "I got some business to discuss with you!"
I tried to be real casual and cool as I walked over to his car window and leaned down. I didn't want to show him that I was excited about that big bunch of money, but at the same time I didn't want to pass up a chance to make that sort of bread.
After all, I'm not in business for my health!
"I ain't gonna join your little harem, Tyrone!" I said immediately.
"You don't want to join, that'll be your loss!" he said just as casually as I had been talking. "But what I'm talking about now is a simple business proposition."
"Fifty bucks!" I said to him, looking away as if I was getting a dozen other offers at the same time.
He chuckled softly. I've gotta tell you that a black stud as sexy as Tyrone didn't have to pay for my pussy, but when you're dealing with the pimps you have to be careful not to give them an inch.
The next thing I knew, his chauffeur was around to my side of the car and he was opening the door so that I could get in.
The back of that limousine was so big and luxurious that it nearly knocked me over. I have seen cars with lots of things, but I have never before seen a car with its own window blinds.
Tyrone lowered window blinds on both of the side windows. I saw that the back window was tinted so that we could see out but people couldn't see inside.
Then he started to strip down. I watched him take off his cashmere jacket and hang it on the side. Then he unbuttoned his vest and hung it on the side also.
The girls on the street all said that Tyrone was the best there ever was. He was so cool about everything that he did, but at the same time he was also hot.
And they all said that he was wonderful about feeling a girl out. That ain't quite the same as feeling a girl up. He could tell just what a girl wanted to have and just how she wanted it.
It was like he had an extra sense at the end of his thick cock.
Tyrone unbuttoned his pink shirt and revealed his massive and broad chest that had just a few kinky hairs in the middle.
When I looked out the back window I saw that we were speeding down through town, but it didn't even feel like we were moving. That car sure did have some terrific shock absorbers.
Then he started working on his fly, first kicking off his pointy-toed shoes and peeling down his black socks. He turned to me and said, "How about you, little mama?"
"Here in the car?" I said.
"Best place I know!" he said, and I saw that he was already stripped to his silk boxer shorts.
I untied the blouse that was tied under my rounded breasts and I tugged it off. I just tossed it to the floor of the car, unlike Tyrone who had all those clothes hanging neatly from the side doors.
Then I unzipped the short shorts that I was wearing. I had a pair of white lace bikini panties on underneath the shorts. When I kicked off my sandals I was naked.
He looked at me and took one of my black tits in his big hand. He rubbed his thumb gently over my tit and sent waves of excitement through my body.
I couldn't resist touching the fabric of his underpants to see if they were really silk. It sure did feel good to the touch. Then I rubbed my hand over the big chunk of flesh that was sticking up in the undershorts.
He eased me backwards so gently that before I knew it I was on my back on the fur upholstery of his car backseat. I almost chuckled to myself as I thought about the fact that I was getting fucked in the backseat of a car just like some damn high school virgin!
His silk shorts were rubbing against my lace panties and soon his big black fingers pulled both of them down and I felt his huge hunk of cock pressing directly against my body.
When I looked down at his cock, I almost gasped out in shock. I've seen a heck of a lot of cocks in my day, but I never saw one that big. It wasn't just that it was over twelve inches long, it was also the thickest cock I had ever seen.
Hell, I had some customers whose cocks weren't even as long as Tyrone's cock was thick!
"You like it, pretty babe?" he asked in that voice of his. He had this voice that could melt butter in the snow!
Well, by this time I was hotter than a half-fucked fox in a forest fire. I know that most of the time a hooker is pretending to be hot so that the trick will get his rocks off. But this time I was trying to hold it down. Since I was dealing with a pimp I didn't want to seem too anxious.
But I soon saw why all of the girls were so thrilled over Tyrone. He didn't start fucking me right away. He was tender and he was rough. He would go from one to the other. And I think that during the whole thing he was aware of how I was reacting.
When I would react to something, he would do it some more. And he could tell right away when I didn't like something.
He patted my ass and I sort of humped up and down. Pretty soon his pats on my ass had gotten a little serious and he was slapping my rounded black ass. I was really hot then. I was chewing on his ear and scratching his ass with my long red fingernails.
Then he started playing with my ass meat. He was running his fingers over my ass. First he did that very gently and then he started to run his fingers over my ass a little harder, really pressing into the skin and grabbing at the hunks of flesh.
His finger found my ass crack and then he saw the way that I reacted to that. I was afraid now. I was really afraid that I was giving too much away and letting this pimp know too much about what I liked and didn't like.
A hooker has to be careful! She has to put on a good act for her clients and at the same time she has to keep her cool and not let the guy know too much about her.
When his finger shoved into my ass hole, the whole game was over. I went crazy. I was licking the sweat off of his thick black neck and my fingers were squeezing his great big balls.
Hell, that man's balls were so heavy that I could hardly lift them! But he lifted his own cock and then he put me right in the position that he wanted.
My feet were up around my shoulders and my knees were pressing down on my tits. I was bent in half at the ass and my cunt slit was showing in between my meaty black thighs.
But I already knew that this stud was not going to fuck my cunt. I could read his mind and knew that he was going to shove his cock up my ass hole.
Sure enough, he put that big hunk of meat at the tight opening of my ass hole. Even though I was hot for it, I knew that I couldn't take it inside of me just like that.
He pressed a button and a bar came swinging out of the wall that separated him from the front seat of the car. He took a tube of really fancy looking French stuff and he poured some out on his hand.
It felt so cool in my ass.
As he was spreading the goo into my ass hole, he was also pumping his fingers up and down and up and down. Soon he had three of his fingers into my ass hole and he was shoving them in and out in a hot fucking motion.
"Do it to me!" I moaned between my clenched teeth.
And that man sure did follow instructions. When he pressed the head of his cock against my ass hole I was sorry that I had said what I did. I realized how really big his cock head was and I was sure that he couldn't possibly shove that into me.
I mean, a pussy is one thing. A pussy is meant to stretch out and allow things in. But an ass hole is a whole other story.
But he got that hunk of meat inside of me. When he finally stopped ramming it into me, I thought that I was gonna have my insides permanently branded with the impression of his cock head.
He started off really slow and easy. He pulled his cock out of me and then he slammed it back inside of me.
At first he would be pulling on the skin of my ass hole each time he would move his cock at all. It hurt a lot and he also wasn't really getting a good fucking going.
But then as he did it more and more I found that I was able to relax my ass cheeks. I was able to relax my thighs and my whole body.
Then he was really fucking the hell out of me. He was slamming his cock against me so hard that his balls would slap out against my bottom and his pubic hairs would scratch against the top of my thighs.
I was moaning and groaning like crazy.
He shoved his fingers into my pussy slit and started to frig me at the same time that he was fucking my ass.
Then, when his cock slammed into me and he started to shoot his load of cock juice up into my body, I was shuddering and shaking and I felt his fingers shove deep into my cunt so that he could catch the pussy cream that was oozing out of my pussy walls.
A minute later and he was out of my ass and getting dressed. I had to catch my breath before I could get dressed.
He handed me a hundred-dollars instead of the fifty that I had asked for. But I tried to give him back the money as I said, "I don't want your money, Tyrone. Just say that you'll do that to me again."
He chuckled softly and said, "Hell, girl, you know that I can't do that. Wouldn't be fair to the girls that are in my stable."
"But you did it this time!" I said, trying to grasp at the thick mound of flesh that was sticking up in his pants.
"I have a policy," he said, pushing my hand away. "I'll do it with any foxy chick once. But to do it to her regular, she's gotta be in my stable!"
The driver was coming back to my corner. He pulled up and put the car in park. Then I realized that the big black driver had been able to see everything that we had been doing.
He opened the door for me and I got out of the car a little sad but a hundred dollars richer.
Not bad, huh?
Tyrone said to me, "Let me know what you decided, little fox!" Then the car zoomed off.
I once swore that I would never go in with a pimp, but I don't know if I would ever be able to find a man who can satisfy me the way that Tyrone does!
Should I join his stable of hookers? What do you think I should do, Doctor? I feel like the easiest thing for me to do would be to give up ass fucking altogether!
CONCLUSION
No! Giving up anal intercourse would not be the easiest thing for Myrtle to do. It is in her basic nature. It is the passion that she enjoys the most and doctors are not capable of replacing passions!
Her real problem is more for a lonely heart's column rather than an analyst, and I think that any columnist would tell the girl that Tyrone is a man who uses sex as a means to control girls. He is wonderfully sensitive to a woman's needs and it is a shame that more nice men cannot learn to be equally sensitive to a woman's reactions and desires.
Myrtle will have to wait a little longer to find a man that will share her passion for ass fucking!
CASE HISTORY SEVEN
SUBJECT; Vera Z. AGE; Nineteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Vera would not have won a beauty contest as the typical American girl next door, but she would have won a beauty contest as the most exotic beauty.
Her long straight black hair framed her oval, olive skinned face. Her eyes were enormous and dark and even without any eye make up, her black lashes looked lush.
She had the sort of slinky build that would have put most of the fashion models in town to shame. Since she was wearing no bra under her clinging dress, it was plain to see that her breasts were firm and nicely rounded.
Vera sat tensely at attention as she spoke to me.
I just feel that this wouldn't be quite so terrible if it weren't for my husband.
You see, Doctor, I can't help but feel that I've been cheating on my husband. I have never done it with another man. That is to say, I have never done it with another man since the time that I married Rick!
But I have these fantasies. Even when Rick is fucking me I am wandering off with my fantasies. And I just feel that that is wrong.
I know that you're a medical man and that you've heard a great many different things, but I still feel embarrassed telling you what my fantasies are.
You see, I was brought up in a very strict household. My parents were both from Europe and they taught me things that none of my friends had ever heard of.
For example, my parents taught me that it was rude to cross my legs or lean to one side as I sat. I had to sit with my legs tightly together and my hands folded in my lap.
If my father ever passed by and saw that my posture was less than perfect he would slap me with whatever was handy, a ruler, the handle of an umbrella, just anything.
Sometimes, when I wasn't even aware of his presence I would be slouching and I would feel my father's cane hit me across my behind. There was always a whacking sound that was followed by a sharp sting that would soon make my whole body glow with an intense heat.
That's why I know that my whole family would be terribly shocked if they even knew that I had come here to see you.
I can just imagine what there reaction would be if they knew that I had the sort of fantasies that I do.
My husband doesn't even know that I have come here, and of course he doesn't know about the fantasies.
As Rick is fucking me I will close my eyes and start seeing a particular scene going on. It's not that Rick isn't handsome. Quite the opposite is true. Rick is a very handsome man.
If opposites attract then we are a perfect couple. He has a freckled complexion with reddish blond hair and a turned up nose. His body is very husky as compared to my slender body and my tan skin.
But even though Rick is fucking me with his enormous prong, I begin to fantasize about other things.
My favorite fantasy involves the stocks. The stocks are an old type of torture instrument. A person who had done some evil thing like walking with her head uncovered on Sunday or using the Lord's name in vain, would be placed in the stocks.
In order to be in the stocks a person would have to lean forward and bend uncomfortably at the waist. Then her head is locked between two wooden boards and each of her hands are closed into two other holes in the boards.
This was very popular among the pilgrims.
So, I imagine myself back in that time, wearing a long black dress and one of those little white caps that the women wore in those days. I am locked into the stocks for some heinous offense. My offense is usually the same. The elders of the village have accused me of looking at his crotch.
Since I know that I am guilty, I try to take my punishment in stride, but I find that I have to lean forward uncomfortably in order to stay in the stocks.
The whole idea of the stocks is that they are supposed to be in the town square. When a woman is put in the stocks, all of the people in the town can throw fruit at her and can yell curses at her.
But for some strange reason the whole town square is empty. I am alone in the stocks and there is no one there to taunt me.
Then I feel a strong hand caressing my breasts. I know that it is a man's hand, but since my head is locked into the wooden board I cannot turn around to see who the man is.
I look around desperately, but there is no one here who can save me. The man fondles and then kneads my breasts and then his hands move down to feel my waist.
He is tugging at my skirt. I want to cry out for help but I am incapable of speech as this unseen man removes my skirt and I feel the wind blowing around my naked legs.
It is amazing that, once in the stocks, I am not only defenseless but I can't even see who is there behind me. It is the most defenseless position that I could imagine.
Then I feel the man's coarse fingers tugging on the waistband of my bloomers. He rips them off of me and then I am naked from the waist down.
I can feel his fingers running up and down the delicate fringe of black hair that is on my cunt lips. I know that he can feel the black hair through my pale and fleshy thighs.
And then I feel the cool moisture of lips pressing against my cunt lips. He is sticking his tongue up my pussy and he is licking the wrinkled flesh of the lips of my vagina.
Meanwhile I feel an intrusion against my ass hole. He is beginning to ram his index finger up my bottom hole. I wriggled and try to close up my legs so that he cannot get at me so easily, but that doesn't stop him. This man is very strong and he can manipulate me any way that he wants to.
I can tell that this man is big and strong even though I cannot see him. I can hear the rustling of cloth against cloth and the rustling of cloth against skin and I can tell that the man is undressing.
Even though I cannot see him, I can feel a prickling on my skin because I know that there is a hard cock near my ass and my cunt. I tense up.
That is when I feel the pressure of a thick cock head against my ass hole. I take a sharp intake of breath.
In the fantasy I do not understand why the man chooses to fuck my ass hole instead of fucking my pussy. In real life I do not understand why my fantasies involve a man fucking my ass hole instead of my pussy.
Perhaps it is a sense of outrage or of my body really being abused!
His cock head presses hard against my ass crack and then pushed into my tight anal knot. I can feel my ass cheeks giving way as the man's steely cock begins to punch into me.
The fact that I can't see the man is always an important part of the fantasy. Perhaps that is the reason why it always involves ass-fucking. That is literally something that is going on behind my back and helps to keep the man even more anonymous.
And then his cock shoves into my ass and it just oozes in slowly.
There, while I am helpless and defenseless in the stocks, he is fucking my ass in and out. He may be a big stud policeman or he may be a cruel older businessman. He can be anyone that he wants because he is behind me and I can't turn around to see who it is.
So, while my handsome husband is fucking my pussy with his big cock, I am having fantasies about some invisible stud who is ass-fucking me.
To tell you the truth, Doctor, I don't even know what it would feel like to get ass-fucked. I have never had the nerve to ask Rick to do it to me and I would never think of doing anything like that with another man.
I have bought an electric dildo and I have been meaning to try it out and see how it would feel to have it up my ass.
Perhaps I will hate the feeling of having my ass invaded. Then I will be able to give up my fantasy, and that would be wonderful.
But meanwhile I will continue to dream of having my ass rammed by some cock that I cannot see!
INTERVIEW TWO
Even though I had an appointment with Vera for the following week, she called me up three days later and told me that she had to see me immediately.
Fortunately I was able to give her an appointment that very day.
When she arrived at my office she looked like a nervous wreck. She did not even remember to sit up straight in the chair. The woman was completely distracted and disarmed.
Doctor, you remember that I told you about my fantasy? I had told you that I liked to fantasize that I was stuck in a torture device and that a man I could not see came up behind me and fucked me in the ass instead of in the pussy?
At that time I also told you that I had never even been fucked in the ass, although I had fantasized enough about it. Well, now that's all changed.
I had that dildo hidden at home. I had kept it hidden because I didn't want Rick to find it. It would have been impossible to have explained to him. I mean, he is a wonderful fuck and his cock is big and thick. The only reason for the dildo was that I didn't have the nerve to tell Rick about my anal rape fantasies.
But just yesterday I finally got up the nerve to try out the dildo.
I had the afternoon off from work because they had to shut down my office for painting. I knew that Rick would not be home until five-thirty in the evening.
So I took the dildo out of the hiding place, (I had kept it up in the closet behind the box with our wedding pictures), and I tried to get up the nerve to use it.
I knew that if I didn't use it that afternoon I would never use it and I would never ever know what it would be like to get a cock up my ass hole.
So I stripped naked and got onto the bed. My pussy was already juiced up just from knowing that I would soon feel that intrusion at my tightest fuck-hole.
I greased it up with some hand lotion that I had and I used a little more of the lotion on my bottom hole. I was even getting a thrill from feeling my finger ramming in and out of my ass hole.
Then I placed the head of the dildo at the opening of my anus. I was about to give up. I felt sure that it would never work. It seemed impossible that I would ever get the big thing up that tight crack.
Nature sort of took over then. I started to frig my pussy, only because my pussy was hot and I really felt that I wanted to fingerfuck myself. But I discovered that as I frigged my pussy the tight walls of my anal passage tightened and loosened and the head of the dildo began to penetrate into my body.
I was starting to sit on the dildo!
Then it became like a 'chicken and egg' thing, where the more I shoved the dildo into my ass hole the hotter I was frigging on my cunt lips and the hotter I frigged my cunt lips, the more I was able to get the dildo up my ass hole.
I was having a ball doing it. There was a great sharp pain as the wide dildo was penetrating my ass hole, but at the same time I also felt a thrill of sexual excitement unlike any other that I have ever had.
It felt like my pussy was taking a roller coaster ride as it undulated in and out and seemed to vibrate softly at the contact that the dildo was making with the soft and moist flesh that was inside of my ass hole.
Then I was bouncing up and down on the dildo and frigging myself like it was going out of style. I don't remember when my cunt had ever felt so hot and juicy!
I knew then that I really needed the sexual contact with my ass hole. I understood clearly that it was something very special that I craved. I don't know why I am that way, but I know that I enjoy it a lot.
But just as I was about to cum onto my fingers, Rick appeared at the door.
I froze just as I was, which was pretty ludicrous when you think about it. I was naked on the bed, sitting on a dildo that was shoved eight inches up my ass and frigging my pussy.
Rick was in his jacket and tie and he was carrying his suitcase. I began to stammer.
Apparently Rick felt that he needed to give me some explanation, so he said, "I decided to leave work early today, since I knew that you'd be home!" His voice was mellow and almost apologetic.
But then he began to change. I could see that his face was growing red and angry and that his breathing was growing harsh and sharp.
"What the hell is this?" he bellowed, slamming his briefcase down on the floor and striding toward the bed.
There was no way that I could give him an answer, so he grabbed me by the tits and pulled me roughly toward him. "My cock isn't enough for you, you rotten slut!"
He yanked the eight inches of dildo violently out of my ass and I felt as though it had just ripped all of the skin off of my insides. I cried out in agony, which was the most coherent sound I had made all through this conversation.
Rick tossed me over his knee and he began to spank me.
His large open palm slammed down against the rounded cheeks of my pink ass. As I looked over my shoulder I saw that the cheeks of my ass were glowing red.
There was one problem that I had. Since I had been on the verge of cumming when he had first come in, I was now in the midst of an orgasm as he spanked me.
My body writhed and contorted on his lap as each of the slaps on my ass served to coax more and more pussy juice out of the walls of my vagina. I knew that the pussy juice was oozing out past the lips of my cunt and I could feel my cunt lips pressing against the wool fabric of his suit.
Each slap on my ass resounded and echoed through the room.
Then he rolled me off of his lap and let me fall on the floor. "What the fuck!" he said.
When I looked up at him from the floor I saw that he was looking at the cum stain that was on his pants. My cunt cream had dribbled onto his pants as he had been spanking me.
"What the hell kind of slut am I married to?" Rick screamed out as he sneered down at me.
"I'll give you what you deserve!" he said as he grabbed me by the hips and lifted me viciously up from the floor.
He tossed me across the bed so that I was leaning onto the bed. My knees were on the ground and my rounded breasts were pressed in hard against the bed. My ass was sticking up.
Rick's hand grabbed roughly between my thighs and tugged hard at my cunt lips. I am sure that he actually yanked some of my black pussy hairs out as he pulled at my pussy.
But then I felt his fingers at my ass hole. A wave of delight accompanied the fear that I felt.
My husband had seen that I had the dildo up my ass and he knew that that was what I craved. The secret that I had kept from him for over a year was now out and it would now have some results.
He didn't even bother to undress. I could feel the scratchy wool of his pants as they pressed against the backs of my naked white thighs.
His hard cock head was pushing in against my ass crack. He pressed it up and down and up and down, searching for the tiny opening.
Finally he felt the spot where his cock head could actually dig into me.
I felt his cock as it began to push into my supple ass flesh. My ass flesh yielded to his invading cock, and yet it sort of molded itself to his hard meat.
As his cock entered my body, I felt it leaving an impression in the pliable flesh and I was sure that the flared head of his enormous cock had left its outline.
And then he was just at my anal opening and once again I was sure that the entire battle was lost. I felt certain that he would not be able to move his cock at all from that point on.
But with one great lunge his cock really did enter into my ass hole. Once his wide head was inside of my bottom hole it was easy for him to slowly slide the rest of his cock inside of me.
He pulled his cock back about a half an inch and then he slammed his cock forward an inch. Then he repeated that process. In that way he was always beginning his thrusts in a part of my ass that had already been penetrated.
Inch by slow inch he managed to ease up my bottom until his whole cock was inside of me.
Oddly enough, through all of this, I did not turn around. I knew that it was my handsome husband. He is so good-looking that during sex I always enjoy looking at his body. But in this instance I did not want to turn around.
I was finally getting part of my fantasy fulfilled and I did not want to spoil it.
In my fantasy I am incapable of seeing who is fucking me and I am incapable of moving my body. Well, in this instance I was not in an old-fashioned stocks, with my head and arms immobile. But I could pretend that my hands and head could not move.
Even though it excited me to know that Rick was the one who was fucking my ass, it also excited me to have moments when I pretended that it was a strange man who was doing it to me.
Now that I was finally getting the ass-fucking that I had craved so much, it didn't seem so wicked and sinful to fantasize a little bit.
Rick began to knead on my breasts and he fondled them. He took each of my tits between two of his fingers and he rubbed them back and forth. This sent hot little waves of excitement running through my body and exciting my pussy juices.
Then his thrusts into my ass hole became even harder and more vicious than before. I felt the whole center of his cock expand to twice the size and I knew that the cock juice was beginning to rise up from his balls.
I lifted my ass into the air to make it easier for him to fuck me.
His balls were slapping very hard now against the tender back of my thighs. Then I felt his balls tighten up against his body and I knew that he was about to cum.
I felt the bottom of his fuck-shaft expand out as it filled up with cock juice. And then a moment later I felt his cock thrust up and slap hard against the inside of my ass hole.
He gave me quite a load of cum and then he collapsed across my body.
Ever since Rick pulled out of my bottom hole yesterday he has been giving me the silent treatment. I don't know what to do. I love my husband and I don't want any other man.
Now that Rick has fucked me up the ass our marriage has the potential to be even better than it was before. Now I could conceivably have my fantasies satisfied.
Maybe he's upset because he feels guilty about having ass-fucked me and maybe he's angry about the fact that I was using a dildo.
I don't want to lose him. What can I do, Doctor?
CONCLUSION
This is a classic example of why married couples or lovers must talk to one another. How can she find out what is bothering her husband unless the two of them sit down to talk?
If one member of a marriage has a sexual fantasy he or she must speak up. There are three choices. Either the fantasy will remain unsatisfied, or the partner will enjoy the same fantasy and they will have marital bliss or the person will be forced to look elsewhere for sexual fulfillment.
Vera and Rick are on the verge of having a perfect marriage where they can both enjoy the same fantasies together. They must sit down and discuss things so that they will not let this slip away from them!
CASE HISTORY EIGHT
SUBJECT; Mitzi G. AGE; Eighteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Mitzi was a voluptuous girl with a cheerful rounded face and a freckled complexion. She smiled a good deal, but I could see that she was smiling more out of nervous energy than anything else.
Her body was the well-rounded sort that made all of her clothes seem too tight on her. Her red hair was clipped short and framed her pixie-ish face.
She looked like a typical college freshman.
Doctor, I know that I made a terribly serious mistake in not coming to you six months ago. That was when I got raped.
The thing was that I never told anyone about this awful experience. I decided to keep the whole thing locked away inside of me, but since that time I have found that it has been impossible to live with the memory of what happened.
I must begin by telling you that I was not a virgin when I was raped. I had lost my virginity when I was sixteen.
You must also understand that I was not a bad girl when I was sixteen. I have never been the school tramp or anything like that.
When I went out on a first date with a boy I would not let him have more than a kiss. Then on the third date I would let him feel me up for about five minutes, but I would fight him off so that his hands never touched my boobs.
But by the time we had gotten up to a sixth or seventh date he would be feeling me up, even underneath my sweater, except that I would not let him get anywhere near my twat.
It's all very much like a ritual, you know. I was hot for it and the boys were sure as hell hot for it, but if I put out any more than that they would have called me a bad girl.
After any of these sessions I would just have to go home and frig myself. I knew for sure that the boys had gone home to jerk themselves off.
It was only when a boy had asked me to go steady that I. could actually let him put his hand up my skirt. And even then I wouldn't touch his cock, (even though I was dying to touch a cock and know what it felt like).
When I was sixteen I had been dating a big tall guy who was very handsome. His name was Drew and he was the best-looking boy in town. He was already eighteen and a senior in the high school. All the girls were jealous of me.
I was even jealous of me. After all, at night when I would go home from one of our dates and think about what I might let Drew do to, me, I would fingerfuck my pussy knowing that he was whacking at his cock and thinking of me.
He even had a fabulous car that his father had given him for his eighteenth birthday.
Drew and I had been going steady for three months when he took me to the senior prom. Well, I think it was obvious to both of us what was going to happen. I was this sixteen-year-old girl who was getting a chance to go to the senior prom, and he was this big stud that any other girl in school might have grabbed away from me.
After we went to the prom and then went to a very classy night spot afterwards, I was a little drunk from the spiked punch we had had. Drew drove his car up to the bluff in the park and the two of us started one of our make-out sessions.
We started nice and slow and easy, just like we always did. But we hurried through the preliminaries like kissing and feeling, because we knew that we were out for some serious business on that particular night.
Pretty soon my dress was up and his pants were down and we were going hot and heavy.
I never really got much of a chance to enjoy it though because it was all over very fast. Also, in the following years I discovered that there were lots of men who had bigger cocks than Drew's five inch hard-on.
But when I was sixteen I thought that that was the greatest fuck in the world!
There have been other guys in the intervening years. After Drew I decided that I would never date an immature high school boy again. I was only interested in college men.
And when you're going out with a college man it is not as easy to play games as it is when you're going with a high school boy.
But I still kept from being a tramp. I have only fucked with five boys in my life, not counting the incident where I was raped.
Now I'd better tell you about the rape. I guess that you can tell that I've been putting off telling you about it, Doctor. It really has me shaken up. You see, it was not a normal rape.
Actually, I don't even know if I should refer to it as simply fucking. I learned some things that afternoon that I never even knew existed.
I have this little car that my parents got me for my high school graduation. I suppose that's sort of a tradition in the suburbs where I come from, that parents give cars for eighteenth birthdays or high school graduations.
The car comes in very handy when I have to get to the college that I attend. There is a bus that goes there, but the schedule is irregular and the bus ride seems to take forever.
But like I said, it is an old car. My father paid something like four-hundred dollars for it and it is not terribly dependable.
One day I was taking a shortcut to the school and I was really very close to the campus, when the car broke down.
It had to be the worst possible location for the car to break down. It was along a back road that was virtually untraveled.
When I got out of the car I was close to tears. I looked up and down the road. To one side of me there were apple orchards and to the other side of me there were fields. There was no place to go to except along the road, which would take me another mile before I got to the first house.
I was cursing the shortcut. It took me from one highway to the next and avoided all of the traffic by cutting through two of these back roads, but now that I was stuck here it did not seem worth the effort.
A car passed about five minutes later and I tried to flag it down, but it was some woman in the car and she didn't even slow down.
Then I saw a pick-up truck coming down the road and I motioned for him to stop.
It turned out to be the truck for some Italian gardening service. A really handsome guy with very short black hair got out of the truck.
He had no shirt on and he had one of those very defined chests. He was wearing blue jeans and I couldn't help but stare at his crotch. He had that kind of sexiness.
His name was Tom and his pale blue eyes looked right through me. I told him that something was wrong with my car and he leaned in to see what the problem might be.
I watched the rippling muscles in his back as he fooled around with the motor. Then he gave me his opinion and he said that the car would need a lot of work.
When he offered to drive me down the road to a service station, I couldn't turn him down. He had such a friendly smile. Although I did notice when I looked at his crotch again that it seemed to be a little fuller.
He started to drive his pick-up truck at a very slow pace and he was talking to me in a friendly way. I couldn't help but look at the well-defined muscles in his chest and his arms as he drove the truck.
And I noticed that he was looking at me. He casually adjusted the bulge in his jeans as he asked me, "The girls at that college, they put out a lot?"
"I don't know what you mean?" I said, looking straight ahead.
"Come on!" he said in a very exuberant manner. "I'm talking about pussy! Do the girls like to fuck a lot?"
I shrugged and said, "The bad girls do!"
"And what about you?" Tom asked in an insinuating manner. "Are you a bad girl?"
"I certainly am not!" I said loudly. "And I think you should stop the truck right now because I'm getting out."
To tell you the truth, I expected an apology. I didn't expect him to stop the truck. I knew that I had to carry through on my threat, so I turned to the door. But Tom put his hand on my shoulder to stop me.
When I paused he said, "You ain't going nowhere?"
I tried to pull away from him, but he put both of his arms around me and held me tight. His hands were squeezing my breasts.
"You can't tease me like this and stare at my cock and then tell me that you're a good girl!"
The next thing I knew he was on top of me on the front seat of his truck.
INTERVIEW TWO
At this point Mitzi had broken down crying. She was unable to continue even after she went to the lady's room to wash her face.
I asked her to go and lie down until I had finished with all of my other patients for that day. She returned to my office at the end of my hours and she started her story once again.
I'm very grateful for your patience with me, Doctor.
I believe that I left off where Tom had just slammed me down against the front seat of the truck. I could feel his sweaty, smooth chest crushing down my firmly rounded breasts and I could feel the lump in the front of his pants as if pressed against my thigh.
He was a rough sort and he started to pull at my clothes.
Since I wasn't wearing any bra that day, he just had to pull my blouse open and he was able to finger and tug at my tits. Then he pulled down the pants I was wearing and he managed to rip the seam on them. He was in a real hurry.
Tom paused for a little while as he rubbed his hard denimmed crotch against the front of my silky panties. My panties were pink and blended in with my skin.
I felt his big fingers enter the waistband of my panties and then he slid them down so that his knuckles brushed past my reddish blonde pussy hairs.
To tell you the honest truth, I was steaming up by this point and I was almost on the verge of cumming. When his knuckles brushed past my cunt lips he snickered at me.
"You go around telling me that you're a good girl, but you're oozing cunt juice!" he laughed, and by the time that his laughter was done I was stripped totally naked.
Now I have to admit that the feel of the hard denim against all of my soft pink skin was very exciting to me. Also, the fact that the boy was very rough with his hands did a great deal to make me hot.
It was a simple matter for Tom to unzip his beltless pants and tug them down. He was completely naked as simple as that.
His cock was enormous and it was pressing against the supple flesh of my pussy. He left a little dribble of pre-cum against my blonde pussy hairs.
By that time I had already started to hump up and down against his body. I reached down and squeezed his cum-filled balls.
Tom grabbed my hand and pulled it away from his body. "Slut!" he cried out. "I don't fuck the pussies of sluts!"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He had wanted to rape me, but when I was getting hot and being cooperative he was getting angry.
That was when Tom turned me over onto my stomach. "What are you doing?" I asked hotly.
He opened the glove compartment of his truck and took out some lubricating oil. He splashed it sloppily around my ass crack and then he jabbed his finger into my ass hole.
I felt the slimy feel of the filthy oil oozing into my ass hole and when I looked over my shoulder I saw that Tom was slopping the stuff onto his cock.
"You're gonna get this hunk of Italian salami up your shit chute, girlie!" he said.
Believe it or not, I was so naive that I really had no idea at all what he was going to do to me. I tightened my ass hole, expecting some sort of invasion, but not knowing what it could possibly be.
You can imagine my surprise when I felt the head of his big piece of Italian meat shoving hard against my ass hole.
"What are you doing?" I screamed out. "You can't fit that in there! You can't"
As I kept screaming out that he couldn't fit his cock in my ass hole, he pressed down and shoved it into me. I gasped out hard and then I inhaled sharply between my clenched teeth.
The rest of his long cock just kept sliding into me and finally Tfelt his balls land down hard against the back of my thighs.
He grabbed me hard by the hips and he lifted me up. He manipulated me into a doggy type position with my hips up in the air.
His cock was fucking up into my ass now and it was fucking at such a strange angle that I felt the top of his cock head rubbing up against the inside of my ass hole, against the soft, pink flesh of my ass.
That rubbing on my insides was making me moan and groan in agony. I had never been rubbed there. I had never had my ass intruded and had grease spread all over my bottom hole.
There were two sensations that were most prevalent. The first was the feeling that my tight anal ring was being tugged in and out and being pulled into a distorted shape.
When he pulled his thick cock out of my ass, I felt like he was going to pull my ass hole out with it. And when he shoved into my ass, I felt that my ass cheeks were going to collapse inside of me.
As he was doing this, he started to play with my cunt lips and finger the blonde hair at the fringe. But he was not fingering it nicely like some of my boyfriends did. He was actually rubbing his sharp fingernails against the soft flesh of my cunt lips.
I was wriggling my cunt to try to get him to stop that. But of course, as I wriggled my cunt I also wriggled my ass hole.
Tom started to moan and cry out and soon I felt a surge of cum shoot up the length of his thick rod. It splashed out of the cock head and burned against the supple flesh on the inside of my ass.
He didn't even finish cumming. He tugged his cock out of my ass and wiped it off with a rag from the floor of his truck as his cock spat out the last load of cum against my soft, white thighs.
"Get dressed!" he ordered in a low voice. It took him just five seconds to pull up his pants and zip them. He had started up the truck before I had even gotten my silky pink panties up my legs.
He zoomed down the road and when he got to the gas station that had been a mile away just a minute ago, I was still buttoning my blouse.
The truck was idling. He did not bother to stop. I looked at the handsome Italian man and I waited for him to say something. He had brutalized my body!
But he just looked straight ahead and waited for me to leave the truck. As soon as I had gotten out of the truck, he zoomed off at the same time that he pulled the door closed behind me.
In soft tones I told the man at the gas station that my car had broken down. Then I went to the lady's room and tried to clean off the oil and mess that had been left on my ass.
Then I called my mother and I started to cry. She assumed that I was crying because my car had broken down and she told me not to worry because daddy would see that it got paid for.
I never told anyone about what Tom did to me in his truck. And now that I told you I feel much better.
But I still don't understand why he had to insult me and abuse me. I don't understand why he fucked me up the ass when I was willing to let him fuck my pussy.
Although I'm not a bad girl, I was really turned on to Tom's sexy body and my cunt was creaming. I know that I could have enjoyed having sex with him, but he didn't seem satisfied until he felt that he could hurt me!
I don't understand why there are people like that in the world, Doctor! Don't people want to enjoy fucking and have their partners enjoy the fucking?
This was very upsetting to me and I guess it was even more upsetting because Tom was such a sexy guy. I'm glad that I've finally been able to tell someone about it, but to, tell you the truth, it still haunts me.
Why did he have to be so mean?
CONCLUSION
There are two things to be learned here. Mitzi felt very relieved to finally be able to discuss her rape. Speaking openly about something is the first step to really dealing with it.
It was very destructive for this young girl to have suppressed the pain and the shame of this unfortunate incident.
Tom was the kind of man who hated sex and hated women. He could only enjoy sex if he knew that he was hurting someone. It would not have helped to have introduced Tom to one of the other women interviewed in this book who enjoyed anal sex. It wasn't the anal sex that Tom really wanted! He just wanted to do something that the girl would dislike!
The girl must simply recognize that this was one bad experience and she must not judge all men on the basis of Tom's actions. It is simply unfortunate that Mitzi was in the office for therapy when Tom was the one who really needed the help!
But now that she has the rape behind her, there is no reason that Mitzi cannot begin to truly enjoy a full and rich sex life, including ass-fucking!
GENERAL CONCLUSION
There are some men who enjoy anal sex much more than vaginal sex. However, you hear about many anal rapes with unwilling girls.
That surprises me a great deal, for, as the cases in this book illustrate, there are many girls who love it to begin with. Some of them love it more than vaginal sex.
It's quite easy to understand because when the muscles in the asshole loosen up, an inner calm can take over the entire body. Some people claim that it's the most relaxing thing that they can imagine.
So, if you're having trouble with a wife or lover, try to talk them into it, go gently at first, and then proceed all the way.