My name is Doctor William Smith. For the past fifteen years, I have been the resident psychoanalyst at the Stamford State Penitentiary for men, in Claytonville, New York.
During my stay here, I have interviewed literally thousands of men. Not only are all new inmates required to have a session with me, but the men are also allowed to make appointments with me and see me during the duration of their terms within the prison walls.
In the course of my study, I have encountered a wide variety of problems in these socially unacceptable young men, and it is from these recorded sessions that I have compiled the following book.
I feel that the subject of forced sex, or rape, is a problem that is taken far too lightly in the modern world today. I feel that much more emphasis should be placed upon it.
It is for these reasons that I have recorded this study, in the hopes that more people will get a broader view of the type of men that commit this unspeakable act, what is in their make up, and if possible, what led them to the crimes that in many cases have put them away for life.
Not all of the patients that I have interviewed were given prison sentences from their sex-related crimes, however, their deviant sexual practices surely play an important part in their makeup, and I feel quite strongly that they also played an important part in whatever other crimes they may have partaken of.
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CASE HISTORY ONE
Subject: Bob F. Age: Thirty-five
INTERVIEW ONE
The following two interviews were recorded by me during my conversation with Bob F., two days after his arrival at the prison. He was a handsome young man as I recall, very clean-cut, and quite easygoing.
He came in for his routine visit, a requirement for all new inmates, and I was soon to find out that his unspeakable act was what had drawn him a five year sentence.
Here then is his story, word for word as he told it to me.
Well, Doctor, I really don't know where to begin. I have never been in jail before, and frankly, I find it quite strange sitting here talking to you. But, they say that I have to, at least this once, so I'll tell you what I can.
Actually, I guess when it first started was when I was working for the supermarket as production manager. I had been out of college for quite a while, and had tried running a men's store, and a couple of other stores that just didn't work out.
A friend of mine ran a small chain of supermarkets, and when an opening came up which suited me, he called me in right away. I liked the job, it gave me quite a bit of authority, something I really need to survive on, and the pay was fantastic. Also, I must admit, that the small town that the store was in was the home of some of the hottest looking pieces of ass I had ever laid eyes on.
I lived in a small town about ten miles from the town where my work was, and commuted every day. There weren't any women in my town that looked like the women in this one.
I was, and still am, single. I never felt like that old marrying and settling down type. I always wanted to fuck and suck every pussy I could get my hands on, and the idea of settling down with just one broad, was too limiting for me, too confining for my sexual outlets. I would have gone crazy!
There was one woman in particular who always caught my eye when she came into the store. I found out from my friend that her name was Mary Baker, and that her husband was a big shot lawyer in the city.
He was constantly away on business trips and conventions, leaving that beautiful piece of ass all alone in their big house, to fend for herself, and to entertain herself.
I guess I have to be honest, Doctor, I wanted that cunt the minute I laid eyes on her. There was just something in the way that she walked that really got to me. Every time I looked at her my stiff nine inches sprang to attention.
I had lover's nuts for weeks from seeing that woman, and thinking about her every night I went home. Many a night I jerked off just before falling asleep, and the thoughts of arousal I used to project myself into a sexual state, were always of Mary.
I guess I should tell you a little more about what she looks like. She is around five-foot-four inches tall, with very long, straight sun kissed blond hair.
She has the biggest blue eyes you have ever seen, and skin that is creamy white, almost milk-colored. Her body is easily the greatest womanly shape I have ever seen in my life.
Her knockers always stood out proud and firm in the tight-fitting sweaters that she wore. It was almost as if she was flaunting her huge size thirty-eights at the world, laughing at the world, saying, "Look, but remember, I'm married, and you can never touch!"
Well, Doctor, I wanted to touch!
I couldn't stand just looking at her. She was driving me out of my mind. I tried to make eye contact with her several times, but it was impossible. There were always a lot of people in the store, and because of my position, I had to be extra careful with what I did and said. Besides, she was a married woman, and flirtations, in a town that size, would not have been wise at all.
It was quite by accident that we first met. I had just finished making sure that all of the stock boys had loaded the shelves for the following day. It was Friday night, and Saturday was always a madhouse in the store.
Seeing that everything was in order, I remembered that I wanted to ask my friend, who owned the store something about a purchase of can goods that was due in the next morning, and since he always left about fifteen minutes before closing, I started racing up to the front of the store, in hopes of catching him before he left for the night.
In my hastiness, I rounded a comer, and ran right into Mary's shopping cart. I knocked it over, spilling all of her last-minute shopping out onto the aisle.
I was extremely embarrassed. Had it been any other customer, I would have gotten over it quickly, and just called one of the bag boys to come and help her clean up the mess.
But this was Mary, the woman whom I had been checking out for over two months, the woman that I had jerked off about for so many lonely nights, the woman that I wanted, the woman that I had to have, with her permission or without it.
"Excuse me, Oh no. Wow! I'm really sorry," I stuttered, feeling the flush in my embarrassed face spreading like wild fire.
"Oh, that's okay," she said, in her sweet, almost inviting tone of voice. "Hey, haven't I seen you here before?"
"Yes, my name is Bob, I'm the production manager. I really am sorry for the trouble, here, let me help you."
"Oh, that isn't necessary, I'm sure that you have more important things to do. Besides, it isn't too much of a mess, I'll be able to clean it up in no time."
She bent down and began organizing the can goods, and placing them back into the shopping cart.
She was wearing a miniskirt, and when she kneeled down, it rode way up her thighs, revealing what had to be the nicest pair of legs I had ever seen.
She usually wore pants suits when she came shopping, but this was a particularly warm Friday night. She was barelegged, too! She had on a tight little sleeveless blouse, which revealed her beautiful tits in the most alluring fashion.
I quickly scooted down in front of her, and started helping her clean up. The store was pretty empty, most of the customers were up at the checkout counter, as it was already five-minutes of nine. There was no one around us, and to be honest, doc, I wanted to grab her right there in the fucking store.
I kept reminding myself of my position of authority and responsibility, but when Mary smiled at me, and thanked me for helping her, I started to lose all sense of reality. The only thing that was beginning to matter was me and her, and fucking the holy shit out of her.
I decided that second that I had to have her, and that night. I knew I was crazy, because I didn't even know if her fucking husband was in town this weekend or not.
I had to find out!
"I guess your husband should have come with you tonight and you probably wouldn't be having things like this happen to you," I said, realizing that it sounded awkward, but not really knowing just how to get the information put of her that I wanted.
She obliged me, however, with just what I was looking for.
"Oh, my husband is up in Trentonville for three days at a convention, so he couldn't be much help any way."
"I'm glad to help," I said, swallowing hard, and realizing that she was going to be sleeping alone in that big house over on Chestnut Street. I just had to find a way to get to her-no matter what!
I decided to use the accident as a decoy. "Please, I insist that you let me help you home with these groceries."
"Oh, I wouldn't hear of troubling you like that."
"Oh, but I insist. Please, for my own mind, let me do this small favor for you, so my conscience will be clear. After all, I do have the reputation of the store to uphold."
"Yes, but, well I can have a bag boy help me into the car, and then I'm sure I can manage once I get to my house."
"Oh, do you have servants to help you into the house?"
"No, but I know that I can manage, thank you though."
I wouldn't, I couldn't give up!
"I really must insist. I'm getting off work now anyway, my assistant is locking up, and I would feel so much better if you let me help you home with your things. It's such a small favor for my piece of mind. Please won't you let me?"
She looked at me quietly for a few minutes, and then smiled at me.
"Well, if you really don't think it will be any trouble, I do have quite a bit of groceries here tonight, and I must admit, the help would be welcome."
"It's settled then. I just have a couple of things to attend to that won't take more than five minutes. While you are checking out, I will do them, and then help you with your things."
"Okay, Bob," she said, giving me what I interpreted as a more than casual smile. I wasn't sure whether or not it was exactly an invitation, but it was friendly all right, very friendly indeed.
I escorted her to the checkout counter once I had helped her get all of her food back into her cart. Then, I quickly went to give the bag and stock boys their early morning assignments, made a quick check to make sure the safe was locked and everything was in order, and then told my assistant to lock up for me, that I was going to help a customer home with her things.
Had I known what the evening was going to bring for me, and the consequences of my acts, I wouldn't have been quite so careless, letting people know I was leaving with Mary. I should have figured out a way of meeting her outside the store.
Oh, well, live and learn, I guess, heh Doctor?
Where was I. Oh, yes, beautiful Mary!
I stood near the checkout counter, as Mary, who was the last one in the store, also making what I was doing even more obvious than it would have been if we were crowded, checked out her things.
I watched the young bag boy eyeing her up and down as he neatly and quickly put all of her food into the double-paper bags. I lifted them off the end of the counter and put all five of them into one of our store carts. I said a few hasty goodnights, reminding my assistant to be sure and check the lock on the delivery entrance door, and then escorted Mary out of the little supermarket.
"Beautiful night, isn't it?" she asked me, walking ahead of me just a little, jingling her car keys, and swaying those beautiful hips almost deliberately to excite meat least that was what it seemed like at the time.
She had a huge Lincoln convertible. She obviously wasn't starving, and apparently her husband was doing more than just okay with his law firm and business ventures.
I suddenly envied him very much. He had a lot of money, and more important, he had beautiful Mary, all to himself. She was there every night for him when he got home from the office, or from a trip, always waiting to service him, to let him fuck her.
I wanted what he owned, and I was determined to get it, one way or another, with or without her permission.
I must admit, I had no intentions at that point of being as brutal as I was. I had high hopes that her friendliness was a sign of flirtation towards me, but, as fate has it, I was really reading her messages wrong.
So anyway, I helped her with her things into her car, and then followed her to the door. She opened it, and then reached over and unlocked the other side.
"How are you going to get back?" she asked me.
"Oh, you don't live far, and it's a nice night, I'll just walk."
She looked at me strangely all of a sudden.
"How do you know where I live, Bob?" she asked, a sudden sound, a real concern swelling in her voice.
"Oh, ah, well," I stuttered, "well, you see it's the bookkeeping. I have to enter the records of all the checks in the books once a month, and I have seen so many of yours and your husbands that I remember the address from them."
"Oh," she said.
I wasn't completely satisfied that she believed me, but the roaring erection that was pressing against the thin cotton of my slacks was taking my mind from any sensible thoughts. All I wanted to do was to get into her box, and nothing, absolutely nothing was going to stop me.
I realized that I would probably never have the opportunity that was being presented to me at that moment. After all, when would her husband be away again, and when would I ever be able to finagle myself into helping her home with her groceries, and getting a ride in her car.
No, this was the night all right, this was the time. Nothing was going to deter me, absolutely nothing!
She drove the short distance to her house, pulling into the large circular drive carefully. The huge triple-car garage door opened when her lights flashed on it. She pulled into the garage, shut off the lights and ignition.
I thought I wasn't going to be able to control myself. I wanted to reach over right then and there, in that flash second of close darkness in the car before she opened the door, but somehow I managed to control myself.
Besides, I wanted her ass on a big bed!
Seeing that the time for our session was just about over, I told Bob that he could continue his story the next time we got together, which was in one week.
INTERVIEW TWO
I told Bob where he had left off in his story, and I saw the difference in the expression in his face. I knew that he realized he would shortly be telling me the sordid details of his rape of Mary, the reason he was doing three-to-five, and it was apparently making him somewhat nervous.
Just relax and finish your story, I told him, and he did. Here then is the exact transcript of the details of his brutal rape of the voluptuous housewife.
Well, she turned on the lights in the garage, and I started taking the groceries out of the back of the car.
"Just set them here on the kitchen table," she said, once I was inside her home, a bag of groceries in each hand.
She went to go out and get some herself, but I stopped her quickly.
No, no, let me do that," I insisted, and she did.
The next time that I came into the house, she was smiling at me again, that smile that drove me crazy, and made my already stiff erection jump up in my slacks. I could feel the ache way down deep in my balls, and I knew that I had to fuck that bitch if it was the last thing I did on this earth.
When I brought the last of the groceries in, she was boiling some water.
"I know it's late and all, but I do appreciate you for helping me so very much, please stay for a moment and have a cup of coffee. I can put these things away later."
This was all I needed to hear!
The trap was set!
I sat down and tried to relax as much as possible, but believe me, with that hunk of fine-looking sexy woman in front of me, it wasn't easy, not at all.
I watched the curves of her beautiful body as she quickly prepared the coffee and served me. She sat down directly across from me, so close I could reach out and touch her.
We chatted about this and that. She told me that she got lonely and bored quite often, as her husband was out of town so much. It almost seemed that she was inviting me to attack her. At least that was the way I was reading it.
I realize now that I was probably just wanting what she said to sound inviting, when in reality, she was just a lonely woman, with a few moments to talk openly to a stranger, almost like what I'm doing here with you, Doctor.
I couldn't wait any longer. I decided that I just had to make a pass. She was too beautiful, too inviting, to sensuous, and shit, was she ever built. I could almost taste her cunt, I could almost feel the soft mushy fullness of her bubbling butt and her beautiful bouncing breasts.
I stood up, and walked over to the coffee percolator, as if I was helping myself to another cup of coffee. But, after lying the cup on the sideboard, I turned around, and threw my arms around her neck and hugged her.
Her reaction scared the shit out of me, and I guess was what really set me off, turning me into some kind of a mad man for the next several hours.
She screamed so loud I thought the fucking windows were going to break. I panicked, spun her around in the seat, and let my strong fist smash right into her jaw, knocking her out in one quickly aimed blow.
She slumped over onto the table. I quickly scooped her up in my arms, and started stumbling through the house, finding light switches by feeling around in the dark, and looking desperately for the master bedroom.
Finally, at the top of the stairs to the right, I found it. There was a gigantic bed inside, which to me looked like an arena for sexual perversion, an arena that I had every intention of using the fullest possible advantage.
She was still out cold, and I threw her roughly on the bed. I wasted no time in stripping all of my clothes off. My cock stood way out in front of me, eager for action, eager to go sliding in and out of her tight little pussy.
Once I was naked, I set about stripping her. I didn't touch her until she was completely naked. She wasn't moving at all, and I realized that I must have really belted her good. I guess I put more gusto into my punch than I meant to, but it was just as well. It would give me time to fool around a bit with her, and get her tied up before she came to.
I took off all her clothes, and then stood back away from the bed and just stared at her for awhile. She was a sight for sore eyes, let me tell you.
She was even more beautiful naked like this than I had imagined she would be. The soft and sensual curves of her womanly and super-stacked body seemed so inviting to me.
I started caressing her tits, toying with her nipples, pinching them severely, as my cock throbbed on. I was getting so sexually excited that I noticed a tiny pool of pre-orgasmic cum flowing effortlessly out of the tip of my prick.
I waited, trying to decide whether I should just rape her while she was out cold, or whether or not I should revive her. I decided that it would be much more exciting to have her awake, even if she was kicking and screaming.
That was when I got the idea to tie her to the four comers of the bed, spreadeagled, and also to gag her. I knew that she wasn't about to let me just fuck her without fighting me, and I didn't want any nosy neighbors to hear any screaming and call the pigs.
After a quick frantic search, I found a drawer full of her nylons. I held them up to my nose and smelled their sweet womanly fragrance. The girl that I had been seeing off and on for good sex was out of town and had been for two weeks, and I was homier than a hoot owl. I was ready all right, more than ready.
I tied her hands and feet securely, and then used one of the pillow cases to gag her mouth so that she couldn't scream.
I stood back and looked at my handy work. She was lying there like an unattended virgin, just waiting to be plucked.
Making sure that she was tied very securely, and that there would be not the slightest possibility of escape once I got to screwing the living shit out of her, and also making damn sure that the gag was bound securely, and she wouldn't be able to mutter anything other than a very low pitched moan or groan, I got some water from the bathroom and splashed some on her face.
She woke up instantly, and immediately realizing what I had done to her, and looking horrifyingly at my erect and ready nine inches, she began to desperately try to free herself.
"Don't waste your energy, bitch," I screamed cruelly at her, "you're not going anywhere, not unless I want you to. You are under my power completely now, and I'm going to do what I damn well please with you. And you know, there isn't one damn thing you can ,do to stop me, so you might just as well give up fighting. It will only wear you out!
She never once tried to stop fighting, during the whole rape. She was only making it tougher on herself, but now that I think about it, perhaps way in the back of my mind, that was why I woke her up. I didn't want to just fuck a dead woman, I wanted her alive and kicking. That made it all the more exciting to me.
I got over on top of her on the bed and began licking her tits. They were so gigantic I couldn't believe it.
Her nipples seemed stiff and ready, as I chomped down severely on them.
She moaned out in pain as my teeth sunk deeper and deeper into her stiff bright red nipples. I loved the feeling of the skin between my teeth, and bit her harder and harder.
My cock was throbbing between my legs, and my balls were still aching madly.
I knew that if I didn't stick my cock into her then, and release at least my first load of cum, I was going to go crazy.
So, after just a little more foreplay with her tits, I positioned my cock in front of her gaping pussy, and with one mighty, and I might add brutal shove, I entered her.
I had fucked many a cunt in my day, but never one that felt as tight and warm as that one.
I started plunging in and out of her like a wild animal.
Nothing was going to stop me now!
Nothing was going to stop me from cumming inside of her.
Nothing was going to stop me from the pleasure I felt I had earned with her.
Nothing!
I had her where I wanted her now, right between my throbbing and pulsating thighs. I jabbed my cock in and out of her pussy with all the savage brutality I could muster.
I must admit, that I was like a wild animal. I had never been so possessed with the need for sexual release in my life. The squirming and moaning woman underneath me, her helpless spreadeagled body, the realization that she was mine to do with whatever I wanted, all led to make me more and more sexually stimulated.
It didn't take long at all before I was ready to cum, at least the first time. I was too hot, and I had to cool off, and the only way I could possibly do it was to shoot.
I could have slowed down my fucking rhythm and prolonged the inevitable, but I didn't want to. Besides, I had every intention of fucking her many more times, and in many different positions. This first orgasm was only to release my tension, so that I could get into some real heavy and prolonged fucking in a little while.
I felt the cum burning up in my balls, and then with one more quick jab into her tight pussy, my cum exploded.
My senses were flying as my cum shot up into her. What seemed like a neverending supply of hot gooey gism filled her love hole. I shot so much cum into her I could feel it overflowing her pussy box and dribbling down over my balls and her creamy-white thighs.
She was really rocking about on the bed, and probably screaming to the top of her lungs. But the motion did no good as she was tied very securely, and the loud screaming only came out as soft distressing moans because of the tightly tied gag in her pretty little mouth.
I jumped off of her once I had caught my breath, and looked down at her sadistically.
I must admit to you, doc, that I had a great feeling of power at that moment. I can't begin to tell you how exciting it was to have a voluptuous and super-stacked woman like Mary at my disposal, at my beck-and-call, helpless to do anything other than what I wanted her to do.
In hardly no time at all, just from standing away from her and looking at her writhing body, I once again had a roaring erection.
She glanced down at my cock, and started freaking out all over again. I know that she was thinking she just couldn't believe that I could get a hardon that quickly after such an obvious turbulent orgasm, and actually I was surprised myself.
But believe me, doc, I wasn't about to fight the feeling.
Suddenly, I had the idea of doing something that I had never done before. After all, she was so helpless, so vulnerable, I thought that I should take full advantage of the situation. After all, I didn't think I would ever have an opportunity like that again, or that it was highly unlikely, and for me not to make the most out of my position of dominance over her, would be stupid.
"Now listen to me carefully, bitch," I leered at her, "I'm going to untie you and flip you over on your belly, and fuck the living shit out of that beautiful round butt of yours. Now make it easy on yourself and let me do it without knocking you out again. If you give me any trouble, I'll smash that pretty face of yours in, and fuck you while you're out cold."
She was trembling, and the tears were flowing freely from her eyes. However, when I untied her, she didn't resist. I guess she didn't want to get hit again.
I couldn't blame her.
So anyway, I got her over on her belly, and retied her, opening her beautiful long lean legs wide, revealing her anus, right in the middle of the most beautiful round and smooth ass cheeks I had ever laid my eyes on.
I had always wanted to fuck a woman in the ass, but every time I tried to with a trick of mine, she would never let me. They always told me that it hurt too much, and that my cock was way to big to enter them there.
I think that the knowledge that I was going to really hurt her, to rip her fucking insides out, only added to my already stimulated condition. It sure made my cock throb wantonly between my legs.
I was ready once again. Ready to fuck her at will, to use her body in any savage and dominating way that I saw fit. I was really getting off on the fact that I was raping her, and my mind was surely helping my already highly stimulated physical condition.
I jumped onto the bed, and began spanking her. I felt like her daddy, and that she had been a bad girl, and I was punishing her. I hit her with all my might, as she tightened her ass cheeks, and accepted the furious wrath of my blows.
Her cheeks were reddening quickly under the onslaught of my powerful beating. The sight excited me even more. I spanked her and spanked her and then spanked her some more.
Once again pre-orgasmic drips of cum were spewing freely out of the tip of my love pole, and I knew that the time for entry was at hand. It was as if, all over again, I felt like I hadn't fucked in years.
I was hot all right, very hot indeed!
I bent over and began biting and chewing on her beautiful ass. I was preparing myself for what I knew was going to be a really exciting and stimulating experience, that of entering this tied-up housewife's beautiful bared bottom.
I started licking and kissing her asshole, letting the saliva flow freely from my mouth, filling her ass crack, lubricating the way for my ready cock.
Once I felt she was greased up sufficiently, I spit a little saliva onto the tip of my cock and rubbed it in, wanting to make sure that I was greased enough for comfortable, but forceful fucking.
I placed my cock head at the entrance to her back portal, and shoved with all my might!
Shit, doc, I thought that her cunt was tight, but it was the fucking Grand Canyon compared to what her ass felt like. I had never fucked such a tight hole in my life, and it was no time before I was ready to cum all over again.
I pounded in and out of her, letting my big balls smash up against the smoothness of her ass cheeks. In and out I went, each thrust more savage than the one preceding it.
I felt the cum boiling and boiling, and then I had to shoot. I was too hot, once again, to hold it back. I had to let it go, filling up her backside to the brim.
As it had done in the front, I spewed so much fucking cum that it ran out of her hole, and dribbled down the back of her ass. She was moaning and groaning and writhing about savagely, but my tight knots held her firmly on the bed.
She was my prisoner all right, totally and completely.
Well, doc, I fucked her five more times that night, beating her, lapping her, using her any way I wanted to, until the light of day broke through the windows in the early morning.
This was when I made my big mistake. I don't know why I just left her there, tied up like that. I must have been totally mad at that moment.
I just got dressed, and walked away from the house, living in a fantasy world, somehow thinking that walking away would be leaving the whole incident behind, and freeing myself from all responsibility.
Unfortunately for me, a neighbor came over in the morning for coffee with Mary, and found her on the bed. Needless to say, I was picked up at the store within the hour.
And here I am, serving a three to five for rape and assault.
CONCLUSION
Bob was obviously a very disturbed young man. He was more upset about his negligence and consequent discovery, than he was about the actual brutal ravishment of the young woman's body.
My recommendation to the warden was, as it had to be, that Bob not be let out on parole. I found him a very disturbed individual, and truly believed that he would no sooner be released, than he would look for some other young woman to attack.
CASE HISTORY TWO
Subject: Bill E. Age: Thirty-two
INTERVIEW ONE
Bill, unlike Bob, came to see me about this particular sexual problem of his several years after he had been in prison. Sure, he had his initial interview with me like the other prisoners, but he was very frightened of revealing too much about himself at that time. When he came to me, however, he had a lot he wanted to get off his chest, and he felt that I was the only one to whom he should reveal these hidden mental tormenting secrets he was harboring inside of him, and had been for so very long.
Here then is the transcript of our two interviews. I hope you find them as interesting as I did at the time.
Thank you for seeing me, Doctor, I just had to talk to someone. I know that I probably should have told you all of this before, when I first got here, but I just couldn't.
However, for the last past few years it has been eating me up inside, and I think I'm going to lose all sanity if I don't get it out into the open and discuss it.
It all started that summer when Peggy, my youngest daughter's girlfriend from summer camp came to stay with us. The camp only went until the second week in August. That left two weeks before school started, and Peggy's parents had gone to Europe on kind of a second honeymoon.
My wife Martha and I agreed readily to let Peggy stay with us for those two weeks. We had known her for a while, and she was very close with my daughter at the time.
I think from the moment she walked in with her suitcase that hot day in the middle of the summer, wearing those practically nonexistent pair of short shorts, and that halter which showed her overly-developed breasts bulging blatantly out for all the world to see, especially my own horny and eager eyes and senses.
Her legs went on for ever, beautiful long limbs stretching up into what I knew had to be the most beautiful cunt in the world. Her creamy-white skin was free from even the slightest blemish.
She looked like she had just stepped off the cover of a high-fashion magazine, instead of being the plain seventeen-year-old girl that she really was.
My wife and I greeted her warmly, and showed her to the guest room where she would be staying for the next two weeks. She and my daughter were giggling and carrying on like a couple of typical teenage girls that were excited about spending a couple of weeks together.
The erection in my pants at watching her walk up the stairs, shaking those beautiful buns in my face, was a little embarrassing. For a minute I thought I caught my daughter looking at the huge protrusion below my beltline, but I figured it was just my paranoia working overtime.
Her shorts were so tight on her, that her ass crack was clearly visible in the almost transparent thin white cotton briefs. My mouth watered as I carried her heavy suitcase up the stairs behind her.
"Well, I'm sure you two girls have a lot of chitchat to get on with, so I'll leave you alone now," I said after placing the suitcase on the twin bed. "See you at dinner."
Peggy smiled at me, and her smile made my heart flutter. I tried to get a hold of my emotions, because my wife was standing right beside me, and my daughter was standing in front of me and looking at me curiously.
I camouflaged the way I was feeling inside as best as I could by making a speedy exit.
At dinner, the contact between Peggy and I continued. What I thought was just my imagination, just what I wanted her to be doing, I began to find out was, in reality, exactly what was happening.
That hot little bitch was flirting with me!
Oh, she was clever, very clever indeed. She wouldn't dream of letting my daughter or my wife see what she was up to. I watched her as she constantly checked them out, making sure that neither of them was watching her, or even had the slightest hint as to what she was up to, and then she would turn at me and smile, or maybe wink, or maybe brush her foot against mine under the table.
For a while, I thought that I had to be imagining it, but then her flirtations became so obvious that I would have been a fool not to recognize them.
I started trying to figure out what she wanted. Oh, if I had only been clever enough to realize how smart that little bitch was, and that she had a plan of her own, a plan to use me, to torment me, and to drive me eventually to ruin, I would have sent her packing in a minute.
However, I must admit that my attraction for her was making me blind to what she was up to. I started thinking about having sex with her.
Oh no, not just casually on certain occasions, or just when she flirted with me, but all the time. I felt my mind wandering at the job, constantly thinking thoughts of Peggy, and her lovely body, and of how desperately I was wanting to make love to her.
Of course, you must understand that my love life, at that time, was next to nothing. My wife had long since been very affectionate, even though we had only been married a few years, compared to some of the older couples we hung around with, all of the life, all of the zest seemed to have vanished from what was, at one time, a highly stimulating and mutually exciting relationship.
I had never fooled around with any other women, feeling that the matrimonial vow I took was sacred. I just never thought I would be capable of fucking another woman, that was, until Peggy!
Peggy changed everything however, right down to my very way of thinking. I was thinking thoughts that I had never thought possible to have before.
Not only was it unusual for me to want to have sex with another woman other than my wife, but the very idea that I was wanting sex with a young girl, still a teenager, was beyond my comprehension.
Nevertheless, the constant and blatant flirtations that Peggy was giving me were impossible to escape. My cock throbbed every time she winked at me, or smiled in that special way that told me she desired me.
I felt safe in a way, at least for a time being, realizing that the chances that the two of us were ever alone in the house were very slight.
My wife was home all the time, and if she did go out shopping or something like that, either I was at the office working, or if I was home, my daughter was there as well.
And then there was that day, that day that I will never forget, that day that was the beginning of the end for me.
It was an especially hot day, only three days before Peggy was scheduled to return home to meet her parents who were flying in from London, England.
My wife's mother came down with the flu, and called her to come over. She lived fifty miles away from us, so my wife took the car, and sa id she would be gone for a couple of days.
I remember her saying goodbye to Peggy, and telling her that she hop'ed she got back to see her off.
She never did.
My daughter was also gone from the house that day. Her boyfriend who had been away working all summer came home, and asked her to spend day with him.
So, when I left for the office that day, I knew that Peggy would be in the house, all alone, when I got back. My daughter was staying at her boyfriend's house for dinner, and wouldn't be home until close to midnight.
I thought about Peggy all morning long at the office. I couldn't get a single fucking thing done. My head was spinning, and every time I dwelled on her image more than a fleeting second, my cock would spring to full erection, and I would have to sit down embarrassed behind my desk, for fear my secretary would come barging in with some checks for me to sign or something, and see my condition, my obviously sexual condition and wonder just what was going on.
I wish now that I had gone with my first impulse at five o'clock that night, which was to not go home. I thought of going to a movie, or a bar and drinking, which I never did.
I wanted desperately to avoid being alone in the house with Peggy. I knew that if she came on to me even in the slightest, which I was sure she was waiting for me in hopes of doing, there wouldn't be any way in the world that I would be able to stop myself.
I wanted her, and then I didn't want her. I would have loved to make it with her if she was older and I wasn't married. I knew that the thoughts that she was seeming to plant in my mind were bad thoughts, thoughts that should be gotten rid of, and not dwelled on.
However, I just couldn't.
I decided that I had to go home. I had to prove to myself that I could be alone with her and control my feelings of wanting her, even though down deep inside I had heavy doubts that I would be able to do that.
My heart was beating so loud when I turned the front door knob and entered the hallway, I thought that it could be heard by anyone who came near me.
My cock was twitching nervously in my pants, ready at any second to jump into full erection, at the mere sight of her lithe young body standing in front of me.
I didn't hear a sound in the house, and for a fleeting second I was relieved. I thought that perhaps she had gone out somewhere for the night.
Oh, thinking back now, do I wish the hell that little cunt had.
She was like a demon who had taken over my soul, leaving me helpless, helpless to control my own emotions and feelings, my own sexual drives of perversion and delight.
I sat down in the living room after taking off my jacket and mixed myself a scotch and soda. The liquor helped to relax me, and slow my heart down to an almost normal rate of beating.
However, this rest period was short lived.
Suddenly the door out into the back yard where our enclosed pool was opened, and Peggy, naked from the waist up, wearing only a tiny Gstring to cover her pussy, her pubic hairs clearly exhibited, walked into the room.
"Ohhhhh," she wailed, crisscrossing her arms girlishly to cover her womanly breasts, "I didn't know you were home. I was just taking a dip, and I thought that since no one was here it would be okay if I didn't wear a top. I'm sorry, I'm"
"Oh nonsense," I said, trying my best to make nothing of the incident, even though my cock had already sprung to full erection. I caught her glancing down at the obvious bulge in the front of my loosefitting slacks, and I knew that my face was turning twenty- shades of red.
She started walking over towards me.
"You sure are a handsome man," she said, coming right up next to me, standing a scarce inch or two in front of me, still covering her breasts casually with her crisscrossed arms.
I tried with everything in me to turn and walk away, to not let my eyes wonder down over her wet and vivacious body. Her tits were so fucking big, doc, that they bulged over her thin arms. She couldn't cover even a quarter of them they were so huge.
She knew that she was making me hot, that little cunt, and she was loving it. She began to smile, a cruel and all-knowing smile, and I realized that I was helpless.
She was using her looks and her body to trap me, and I was falling for it hook line and sinker. I was hers, totally, and I wanted her desperately.
"Peggy, I think that perhaps you should get something on so you don't catch cold," I said, in one last desperate attempt to get her to leave the room and put some clothes on.
In actuality, I wanted to throw her down non the thickly carpeted floor and make love to her all night, but I had all the warning lights flashing in front of my face, stop signs that were telling me I was just begging for trouble to be even thinking of making love to that young, and seemingly available young, vixen.
Oh, if I had only followed my instincts, but I didn't.
Seeing that the time for our session was over, and realizing that he obviously had quite a bit more of this tale to tell me, I told him that we should end the first interview, but that I wanted to see him again the following afternoon at two o'clock to finish his story for my records.
INTERVIEW TWO
The following day he returned to finish his story. Here is the transcript of that second meeting.
Well, as I was saying yesterday, Doctor, I was completely helpless. Even though I knew the thoughts rolling about in my head were dangerous ones, and that I would be a fool to act on them, I couldn't control myself, not in the slightest.
"Please make me a drink," she said suddenly, dropping her arms from her breasts, exposing those two huge jugs openly and plainly in front of my eyes, and sitting on our oversized sofa, stretching her long lean legs out in front of her, exhibiting almost her entire cunt.
Only the very slit itself was covered with the thin little string she was wearing around her shapely and curvaceous hips.
Now there was certainly no game playing at all. She was openly and blatantly offering her body to me, and I just couldn't refuse the lurid and seductive invitation.
"Why are you doing this, Peggy?" I asked, hoping desperately for some kind of rational thinking to come from her. "Don't you realize what your doing? Don't you realize that I'm a married man, and that I can't be doing this?"
"Why not?
Everyone's gone, and no one will be back until late tonight. Come on, let's have some fun. I'm a big girl, or haven't you noticed."
She was being so cute, I wanted to wrap her in the mouth, but instead I dropped to my knees in front of her on the sofa, and kissed her creamy thighs.
That was it, it was the beginning of the end!
"Come on, let's go up to your bedroom," she said cutely, winking at me, and flaunting her abnormally large tits in my face.
I gave in completely, having not even the slightest ounce of inhibiting forces working in my system. I was giving into her completely, letting her lead me around like I had no mind of my own. Her sexual prowess and determination was incredibly strong for a young girl of her age, but I should have realized long before that moment that Peggy was anything but a young innocent girl, the image she gave off to everyone else, but not to me!
I didn't say a word. I reached down and picked her up in my arms. She threw her long white arms around my neck and cuddled up close to me, as I carried her into the bedroom.
I laid her gently on the bed, and started taking off my clothes.
"Let me do that for you," she said, after I had taken off my shirt, and had started taking off my pants.
Her long thin fingers pulled wantonly at my zipper, quickly exposing my roaring hardon.
"Wow," she said hungrily, "you're even bigger than I had imagined.
Without another word, she dropped to her knees at the foot of the bed, and sticking her pink saliva-coated tongue out of her pretty mouth, she began licking and sucking on my balls.
She was like a mad woman, as I grabbed the bed post to keep from being knocked over by her sexual assault on my genitals. She licked and sucked and sucked and licked.
She somehow managed to get both of my balls into her hot wet slippery mouth, and that really drove me out of my mind with lustful desires.
I don't know where the passiveness in me changed to dominance, but I think it was probably around this time.
I suddenly began to feel that I wanted to teach her a lesson and that she couldn't seduce me this way, and expect me to just do everything that her little heart desired.
I felt my masculinity was being challenged and that I had to take her forcefully to prove my own manhood.
I decided that I would let her blow me for awhile, getting me good and hot, even hotter than I already was, and believe me doc, that was pretty fucking hot.
So, I just stood there, while her talented wet mouth went to work on my love pole.
She started at the very base of my cock just where it met my huge sagging balls. She let her tongue make darting little circular strokes, keeping a steady supply of hot gooey saliva pouring out of her mouth cavity, lubricating my cock as she went inch by inch up to the top, nearing my bulging purple cockhead second by second.
Once at the top, she plunged over the crown, and descended all the way down to the very bottom of my cock shaft, pulling all of my healthy and torridly hard eight inches into her mouth.
My wife was never into cocksucking very much, and the little bit that she did do, was nothing like th is. This girl was a wild woman as she went to work on my cock.
In and out and up and down she went, sucking me madly, trying desperately to draw the cum right out of my fucking balls, forcing it to shoot out of my piss slit and into her mouth.
But no, I wasn't going to let her. Just when I was at the point of ejaculation, when one more suck of her hot young mouth would have surely brought me to the point of blissful release, I quickly pulled my long thick prick out of her mouth and backed away from her.
She looked up at me astonished.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
I didn't answer her. I picked her up, and not gently I might add, and threw her on the bed.
"Hey, what the hell are you"
I didn't give her a chance to answer!
I dropped down on top of her, crushing her into the mattress beneath me. When she realized that I wasn't going to hurt her, or so she thought at the time, she began to get into being handled roughly.
I tore into her mouth, prying her wet lips open with mine, jamming my tongue down her throat, and spewing my own hot saliva into her. Our tongues battled with each other in blissful union.
I found myself becoming more and more dominant the longer I kissed her. It was as if I had to prove something to myself, as well as to her. I had to prove my sexual prowess, my dominating capabilities, and that little bitch had got me so hot they were bursting to the surface in an erotic sexual explosion.
I started sliding down over her womanly body. I found her nipples and chomped down on them severely, biting the stiff little projectiles of flesh hard between my strong teeth.
She screamed out with the pain and tried to push me away, but I just grabbed her thin arms and pinned them down to her sides. She was helpless now, and that excited me all the more.
I kissed and fondled her breasts with my mouth, getting more excited the longer I caressed her sensual body. I was being driven by some kind of wild lust, and felt totally different from the person who had walked through that door after a hard days work, less than an hour before.
I was now king of the bed, and I meant to prove it to her, and that is just what I did.
I shot my mouth down to her pussy, and began licking her cuntal hairs with my tongue. She squirmed about on the bed, once again relaxing, once again enjoying my erotic lovemaking techniques.
I found her clitty, and began toying with it with my tongue until it stiffened, and the juices from her box started flowing slowly but steadily from her now-excited snatch.
I had her where I wanted her now, she was under my power, and I loved it. I started jabbing my tongue furiously in and out of her hole, until I knew I was bringing her desperately close to the point of multiple quivering orgasm.
Then, I abruptly stopped for a few long seconds, giving her desires a chance to cool, only to start all over again, even more savagely, more determined, than the time before.
She moaned and pleaded with me to let her cum. She told me she was going out of her mind with the need for orgasm, but what she said didn't bother me in the slightest.
She had cock-teased me for the past two fucking weeks, and now she would cum when I was damn well ready to let her, or, if I ever let her at all.
I positioned myself up over her body, and without any further foreplay I jabbed my huge roaring-hard, throbbing, and more-than-ready cock into her juiced-up hole.
She screamed as the pain of my brutal thrust racked her very senses. Deeper and deeper my cock went until I could-feel my balls slamming up against her pussy lips.
Her cunt felt tighter than believable, as I sunk into her deeper and deeper. I wasn't holding back any of my power, either, doctor, I was letting her have it full blast.
I felt the cum boiling in my balls, and knew that I could shoot forth my load at any second, but I wanted her to feel the wrath of the power within me which she had enticed, and now released.
I wanted her to have to suffer the consequences of her teasing enticing ways during the past two weeks.
She had asked for it, all right, and now she was going to get it!
I slowed my rhythm almost to a stand still, and she moaned out loud.
"Oh, why did you stop, I was just going to cum!"
"Shut up, bitch," I screamed at her, "you'll cum if and when I feel you can. You are nothing to me but a sex object, and I'm going to use you for my own pleasure, and not worry about giving you any at all."
"Why are you talking like this?" she asked incredulously.
"Because you are a slut, a slut who tried to tempt me into submission, and I can't stand for that. Now shut the fuck up!"
With those words, I slapped her very harshly across her face. She screamed more from fright than from pain as my hand slapped into her cheek, making a large welting red mark across her beautiful snow-white expression.
Now I started pumping into her again, furiously. It was as if I couldn't fuck her hard enough, or cause her enough pain.
As the time went on, her cunt got sore, I could tell. She was beginning to whimper from the pain I was causing her, and the more my savage rape progressed, the more she was uncomfortable, and strangely enough doctor, the more excited I became.
I kept her shoulders pinned down as I continued pounding my torrid tool in and out of her gaping snatch. I was using and abusing her and I loved every single exciting (excruciating for her) thrust!
I slapped her face over and over again, every time she tried to make the slightest bit of protest, showing her who was boss, showing her that I was in control.
If I only knew that at the time, she was storing every second of the incident deep in her mind, planning, plotting, as she had even been doing before we got into the bedroom, to blackmail me.
She was a little girl who had her sights set on the finer things in life. She wanted a house with a pool and all the trimmings, like I had worked hard for years to obtain.
She didn't want to work for it, either. No, she had a much better plan. Get a married man to fuck her, to rape her, and then threaten turning him into the police, since she was underage it would be a threat, unless I coughed up the money she demanded.
Of course at the time, I thought I was riding high. I thought I really had my shit together, as the kids nowadays say. Little did I know that it was her who was using me, even though it appeared to me to be the other way around.
Over and over again I neared orgasm, only to deliberately stop myself and her from cumming. I knew for sure that by this time her cunt must have been raw.
I had been fucking her pussy hole, off and on, for over an hour. I knew that no cunt, no matter how seasoned a veteran owned it, could withstand such a continued savage assault, like the one that I was so cruelly administering to the little bitchy vixen.
Finally, I could stand it no longer. I was determined not to let her cum, but on the same hand, I had to. My big banging balls were aching with all of the near misses of ejaculation they had suffered.
It was time to release my pent up load of hot gooey gism up into her open, if not too willing, pussy hole. I had to cum, I couldn't wait another second.
I waited for a moment, making sure that she was not near orgasm, and then with one or two quick strokes, when she wasn't expecting them, I began to cum.
I never thought the fucking cum was going to stop shooting out of my prick. Over and over great gushes of the white life juice flew up into her snatch, filling her to the brim.
Her cunt swallowed my seemingly endless supply of gism, taking it all in, not leaking a single drop. She had some hole down in there, I thought to myself as I emptied into her.
I began sweating like a pig as my orgasm neared its completion. I had become like an animal, and it was all because of her. If she hadn't tempted, lured, and excited me into this position, I would not have been there fucking her.
I knew that there was no way I would have made any advance towards her, even though the thought was constantly in my mind during the previous two weeks.
No, it was her all right. She had asked for my vengeance, and she had gotten it.
Shit, doctor, if I had only known that the whole thing was a plot to get me into a blackmailable position. I suppose I should have known she was up to something by how blatantly coming on to me she was. I should have known that a young girl, especially one as vivacious as her wouldn't have come on to me in that erotic and titillating manner unless she had some sort of ulterior motive in mind.
Well, she did all right, and my daughter coming home early was just perfect for her plan.
Suddenly, even before I had pulled my now limping prick out of her cum-drenched pussy hole, we both heard my daughter's boyfriends car stop quickly in front of the house, a door slam, and then the car drive away.
"Oh no, it's my daughter."
"So it is. Now listen pig, and listen good," she said, her whole face contorting, as if she had suddenly become another person. In actuality, looking back on it, I realize that it was then that she was showing her true colors for the first time. She was being the real conniving Peggy, the super-cunt that she really was, and it was horrifying.
"What, what, let me up, my daughter!" I begged, but she had her arms clasped firmly around my neck, her fingernails digging into my back muscles. I could feel them breaking the skin, and tiny trickles of blood running down over my shoulders and back.
"I'll get out of here and into the shower before she comes in but it is going to cost you some money to keep me quiet. If you're not interested just tell me, and I'll stay right here. I'll also make a quick phone call to your wife, and believe me, I'm going to scream rape like you've never heard it screamed before."
"Okay, okay, anything you want, only let me up before she catches us!" I pleaded.
I was crazed!
All I was concerned about was getting her out of my bedroom so that my innocent daughter wouldn't be shamed by finding out what was going on between her daddy and her best girlfriend.
She quickly unclasped me, and in a second she was gone from the room. I heard the shower start in the guest bathroom, and thought that that was quick thinking.
I turned out the lights and shut the bedroom door, so that my daughter would assume I was asleep. I often went to bed around ten at night, if I was especially tired, so I knew that she wouldn't suspect anything funny.
My heart was beating so loudly I could hardly hear her footsteps in the hall as she passed by my door. I heard her stop at the door to the guest room, and apparently hearing the shower and knowing that Peggy was still up, went inside, obviously for a little gab session or something.
I realized that my whole life, everything that I worked for, my family, everything, was all in the hands of that little bitch. All she had to do was open her mouth, letting anyone know that we had even had sex, let alone that it was rape, which I believed she would say if necessary, and it was all over.
I didn't think of prison or anything like that at the time, all I thought about was the degradation her talking would bring me.
The whole picture fell into place after Peggy moved out. I didn't hear from her for almost a month. I thought that perhaps she had reconsidered her threat to ask for money, because of her friendship with my daughter perhaps, but I was sadly mistaken.
One night, luckily when my wife and daughter had gone to a movie and left me alone, she called.
"So how are you, lover?"
"Cut the shit, you little bitch," I yelled at her. "What do you want. Why can't you leave me alone. Go away!"
I wanted to hang up on her, but I didn't dare to. I didn't want to set off the obvious wrath of vengeance that was lurking just beneath the surface of this little vixen.
"I'm never going to leave you alone, lover boy, and if you don't give me what I want, I'll tell everyone, including the police, how you dragged me, fighting against my will, of course, up to your bedroom while your wife and daughter was out of the house, tore off my clothes, and proceeded to beat and fuck me silly. I'll tell them you threatened to kill me if I ever spoke, and that is why I haven't said anything up until now."
I knew she had me, and pretending otherwise would have been futile.
"What do you want?" I asked her, wanting to get the bad news out into the open.
"I want twenty- thousand dollars in cash, and I want it by the end of the week."
"Why you little"
"Shut up," she cut me off with, "that's just the beginning payment. Then I want one thousand dollars a month for life!"
"You've got to be crazy. I can't get that kind of money," I told her, hoping to reach some soft spot in her somewhere, but it was in vain.
"You'll get it," she said, "you'll find a way. I'll call you later on during the week to tell you where to meet me. Bye, lover boy!"
She said the last remark with a sneer.
I was outraged, and I wanted to kill her. However, I realized to even attempt to see her would be crazy. Not only would it be risky, after all that had happened between us, but I realized that upon seeing the little cunt blackmailer, I may very well kill her. I really thought that I would be able to do it, that's how outraged at her I was for what she was doing to me.
My mind was racing. I thought of every way possible to raise the money without raising suspicion, and I didn't come up with anything, until I thought about the bank.
For the past three years, I had been a junior vice president of a fairly prominent bank in our community. I handled large sums of money every day, and I realized that there just might be a chance to squeeze some cash out, and by adjusting the books, get away with it.
I knew that it was risky, and that if caught, I would go to jail. But, it was take that chance, and hope I didn't get caught, or just give in to her, and have her ruin my life, my marriage, and my reputation for all time to come.
No, I just had to risk it.
Well, Doctor, the rest is history. I got away with it for awhile, actually, I got some thirty- thousand dollars to her over a period of time before I finally got caught. But then, well, like I said, the rest is history.
CONCLUSION
I found Bill E.'s case a very interesting one, definitely worth inclusion in this study on sexual patterns among inmates.
He didn't come to prison directly because of a sexual offense, but indirectly, he did. If it wasn't for the burning lust which that young lady invoked in his inner being, he would have been okay, able to remain in control.
But as it turned out, his giving into her, his letting his desires overrule his judgment, was his downfall.
CASE HISTORY THREE
Subject: Don L. Age: Thirty-eight
INTERVIEW ONE
I realize that in my profession, this following statement is a little risky and out of context, but I must say that I feel Don L. was a rapist practically from the time of puberty.
I will let his story speak for itself. These are the two interviews that I had with him, and they were his compulsory sessions upon admittance to the prison.
Well, doctor, they told me that I had to rap to you for a couple of hours, so I guess I will. I don't really know what you want me to say, probably my life story, well, if you want it, you're going to get it.
I guess I should tell you some of my rapes. There were some that were a lot better than others, but I do remember the first one as being especially nice. It sure made me want more, and more, and much, much more!
I had just moved with my family to a new small town, actually, it's only about twenty-five miles from here. I hated to move. We had lived in our other house all my life, and having to go through the last half of your senior year of high school in a strange town with all your friends graduating in your old home town, was really a drag.
I know that I had a chip on my shoulder as soon as I walked into that school, feeling that I didn't need anyone, anything, and especially anybody.
I had had a girlfriend back home, that I had been trying to fuck for two years. Finally just when I thought I was about to make it with her, my lousy family decided to move.
My father was a doctor, an M.D., and his practice was not what he wanted it to be. The town we moved in offered him a good position on the staff of the local hospital, a job he said he couldn't turn down.
So anyway, I get to this lousy school, and all the cunts look the same. They're into their local football heroes, and none of them give me as much as a toss.
There was one girl, her name was Sandy. She wasn't like the rest. She was really young and innocent looking, with red hair and freckles, and the biggest pair of jugs I had ever laid eyes on in my life.
So I start chumming up to her, trying to get friendly, you know, but she wouldn't buy it.
I really went out of my way, you know, doc? shit, I went to all of her favorite places, so that every time she turned around I was there smiling at her, but she would just turn away and continue rapping to her lousy girlfriends.
Now I can take a brush off, it wasn't the first time some girl had done it. But this girl was different. I really wanted to make it with her, plus I wanted a friend. I didn't know anyone in this lousy new school, and everyone was really snobbish.
But, try as I did, she wouldn't give me a tumble.
She always went to the library on Friday nights, and stayed until it closed. Then she walked home. She lived up a dark deserted road, away from the main street of town.
I followed her a couple of times when I wanted to make sure where she lived, but the idea of raping her never really crossed my mind until that day in the malt shop that she really embarrassed me.
I was sitting in the booth across from her, alone as usual, and eyeing her up and down. She was with the same two girlfriends that she usually was with, lousy looking broads if ever I saw any, by the way.
So, I'm giving her the eye, right, when all of a sudden, out of nowhere, she gets up, walks over, and throws this piece of blueberry pie right in my face, telling me to leave her alone, that she hates me.
I couldn't believe it. I had never been so fucking embarrassed in my entire life. Everyone in the place saw exactly what had happened, and they were in stitches.
I got up quickly from my seat, and started to storm out of the place, making a real heavy exit, ya know, when I tripped over a chair and fell flat on my face.
As if I hadn't given everybody enough of a reason to laugh before. Now they were peeing their pants and splitting their guts laughing and carrying on.
I finally managed to work my way, or I should say stumble my way, out of that fucking place.
I decided right then and there that I was going to get even with that bitch for the humiliating experience she put me through. I would teach her to treat me like that.
Things had been bad enough in that lousy town, and trying to make her and getting nowhere. But, when she pulled that number on me, well, she was just asking for it.
I waited until the following Friday night, when I knew she would be at the library, and she would be walking home on that dark deserted street.
I would show her.
Just like clockwork she came out of the library about five past nine. I started following her, from a safe distance of course, I sure as hell didn't want her seeing me now, especially after that incident in the malt shop.
She would know instinctively that I was up to something. So, I kept my distance. I waited until the opportunity was just right. There was a sharp turn in the road, after it was well into the wooded area, and fortunately, for me, just when it was away from all houses.
It was a very dark night, and I had no trouble sneaking up on her. I, quickly approached her, and threw my arm around her, my hand covering her face so that she couldn't scream.
I have to admit, she was a strong little bitch, but I was stronger. I think it was my determination to fuck the shit out of her. After all, I had been cool, I had tried to be friendly, keeping my distance, passing her easy flirtations with the eyes, things like that, but she chose to not only ignore them, but to embarrass me in a public place, something which I just couldn't stand by and take.
I slapped her a couple of times in the face, and told her to shut up or I'd kill her. I think I was just exaggerating to scare her, but I don't know.
I was hot!
I forced her down to the ground, and began kissing her. She bit my lip, so I had to belt her. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and for a minute I thought I had killed her, or that she was at least going to pass out, but she didn't. She was a strong bitch all right.
"Listen, you fucking cunt, I'm going to fuck the living shit out of you right here and now. If you make even the slightest noise, I'll fucking strangle you. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she managed to whimper out.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I promise, I'll be quiet."
"You better, because I'm not kidding," I told her, a tone of seriousness in my voice.
"I know, I know, I'll be good, I promise, please don't hit me again, please!"
"As long as you're cool, i won't!"
I loved it!
I had her just where I wanted her, and I was going to take the fullest possible advantage of her.
She was wearing a dress, which made things ever so much simpler. I jerked it up, revealing her beautiful legs, and her white thighs. Her thighs tapered up into the tiny briefs she wore. I ripped at them, tearing right through them as she lay there trembling.
She didn't make a sound!
She knew better!
Once I saw her cunt, I went wild.
I tore down into it, and began licking and tasting the sweet-smelling V of her pussy. She smelled so good I wanted to dive right in head first, but I settled for the head of my cock instead.
I started jabbing my tongue in and out of her furiously, not letting up on my oral attack for a single second. She writhed about on the ground, not daring to try to escape, but not being able to lie perfectly still while I worked her over, either.
In and out my tongue went, and for a moment, I thought she was actually enjoying it, but then I realized that I was imagining it.
I didn't want the bitch to enjoy it. I wanted it to be a hassle for her, I wanted it to be pain and discomfort for her.
After all, she had brought this all on herself.
We could have had a cool groovy relationship if she hadn't been such a stuckup little cunty bitch.
Well, now it was too late. Now I was in control, and I was going to make her pay for her insolence. She would learn never to scorn men again, and I would teach her.
One way or the other!!!
I realized that our time was just about up, and since I knew that once he got into the actual intercourse part of his story, I wouldn't want to stop him.
I told him that we would have to continue the following day.
INTERVIEW TWO
He had a big grin on his face the next time he came in to see me. It was as if all he needed was the first visit from the previous day to see what I was all about, and what the session was all about, and now he was riding high.
I didn't pretend to notice his good mood, and got right down to business, reading him the last couple of statements he had made, and insisting that he continue with his detailed description of his perverted sexual experiences.
Well, okay, I'll finish this stupid story, I can see you want me to. Well anyway, I was really getting hot with this bitch. I wanted to slam right into her right from the start, but I also wanted to take my time. I had a feeling that this would be the one and only time I would get to do this, especially under these totally dominating circumstances, and I wanted to take full advantage of the situation.
I ripped off the buttons of her blouse, and was surprised to find out that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her titties were even larger and more beautiful than I had hoped for.
She turned her head to the other side, apparently not able to look me in the face as I went to work on those two womanly mounds, those two mountains of flesh that I loved so very much.
I fondled her breasts with my cool fingers, squeezing the flesh together, pushing the nipples up and out.
They seemed to get stiffer from my attention, and that really got me hot.
I flew down over them, and began running my tongue all around them, and then making the circles smaller and smaller until I was right over the nipples.
I bit down on them harshly, and she whimpered her show of pain. I was glad that she didn't scream out, it saved me having to knock her out and fuck her while she was unconscious.
I definitely wanted her awake, and aware of every humiliating second, every throbbing inch of my lust.
She had to pay for what she did to me, and this was the only way that I knew how to really get her back.
It was MY way!
So anyway, I began to really lick this little cunt's titties. I chomped and chomped on the nipples, and I knew from the pressure I was bringing to bear with my teeth that I was really causing her a great deal of pain, but still she didn't resist, still she didn't cry out for help.
Not that anyone would have heard her, we were quite a ways into the woods, and even farther from any house.
I worked over her tits, as my throbbing cock got harder and harder in my pants. It was pressing against my jeans so hard I thought it was going to put a fucking hole right through the damn denim.
I decided that I better take it the fuck out and let it breathe.
I reached down and unzipped my pants, letting my cock dangle free. She knew what I had done, and what that signified. She knew that she was going to get the shit fucked right out of her very soon, and she started whimpering, very softly.
I climbed up on top of her, and began kissing her neck and her ears, as my cock slipped and slid across her open gaping pussy.
I was surprised to find some juices flowing down there, especially since she was suppose to be so frightened. I thought maybe it was just some strange nervous reaction that was making her womanly juices flow, I didn't really care.
All it meant to me was that the runway for my cock would be nice and juicy and ready.
Finally, I could stand it no longer. I had to get my cock into her cunt. Her pussy hole seemed to be beckoning and calling me for entry, and I just had to do it then.
I lifted up off her, and with my right hand I steered my cock into her hole. I wasn't easy upon entry, not at all. Quite to the contrary.
I wanted her to feel me going into her. I wanted her to feel the wrath of my vengeful cock as plunged into her innermost depths . I wanted her to suffer, and she was going to, if it was the last fucking thing I did with her!
She had to feel pain, and a lot of it, in order for me to be satisfied!
With one mighty shove I plunged all seven inches of my extra thick cock down deep into her pussy hole. She screamed out, not too loudly however, as my cock went to the very bottom of her canal.
I could feel her tight cunt walls squeezing up against my prick as I plunged it in, and it felt all warm and juicy. I had never felt a cunt that great.
She was something else.
When I felt my balls rubbing up against her furry pussy lips. I knew I was all the way in. I slowly pulled my cock almost all the way out, right up to the tip of my cock head, and then once again, even more brutally than the time before, I plunged all of my mighty love pole down deeply and savagely into her vagina.
She writhed about as she felt the enormous size of my cock. I was proud of my cock, happy to show it off, happy to make her feel its power and its surging thrust.
I now began a steady in and out rhythm of my cock. Each thrust was more vengeful, more determined, than the one preceding it. I couldn't fuck too fast for too long, because my cum boiling point was at an all time high.
It was as if the slightest thrust right after another one, would bring me to fruition. I had to thrust once, rest for a second or two, and then thrust again.
It was beginning to be impossible to hold back my orgasm. It seemed that every single fiber in my body was screaming for release!
"Oh, shit," I moaned, "I'm going to cum."
I think she realized that if she helped me out, I would cum, and that would be the end of it, or so she thought, because suddenly she began to work with me instead of against me.
Every time I sent my cock thrashing down deep into her hole, she squeezed her cunt lips together tightly around my cock shaft, and then released it, getting a steady squeezing and releasing motion going that only stimulated my already stimulated slammer.
As I with drew the cock, in preparation for another descent, she would once again squeeze her thighs together, which would in turn squeeze her pussy lips against the sides of my cock, sending shivers of erotic excitement coursing up and down my love-starved and more than average horny young body.
That did it!
I couldn't take it another second!
It was definitely time to CUM!!!
I started to quicken, almost doubling the pace which I was fucking in and out of her, until that blissful point of no return was at hand.
I felt the cum start surging up from way down deep in my balls.. It was cumming higher and higher, until it reached the tiny piss slit at the very top of my bulbous cock head.
Then in one big gush, it started spurting out of my cock shaft and spewing into her open and accepting pussy hole.
I couldn't believe how much cum I was shooting.
I don't think I had ever shot as much cum as that in my life!
I must have been very, very excited!
The cum kept flowing, and I kept jabbing in and out of her as fast as I could go. The life force was actually being drained from my body as what seemed to be gallons and gallons of cum spewed out of me and filled her up.
I poured so much cum into that little wench, that it overflowed her deep pussy canal, and started dribbling down over my slamming balls.
I didn't let up the tremendous pummeling I was doing, until the very last drop of my cum was emptied. Then, I just lay down, falling over on top of her, leaving my cock wedged between her soft wet pussy lips, unable to move an inch.
I was totally spent, totally exhausted, totally wasted. I had let it all go, something I had wanted to do with that cunt ever since I had laid eyes on her months before.
She had given me a constant state of lover's nuts for all that time, and this particular orgasm, was like a release of three or four months of heavy forplay.
It was one hell of an orgasm.
We just lied there joined together, cock into pussy, pussy gripping cock, for a seemingly endless amount of time before even one word was spoken.
Finally, it was her who broke the long silence.
"What are you going to do?" she asked, in a meager, but longing voice. I wondered if she was actually fearful for her life, and then took a look at her, and decided that she was.
"Why?" I asked smugly.
"I just want to know, that's all," she said softly in my ear.
"Well, I haven't decided yet. But, I will tell you one thing. If you ever tell anyone about this, I'll tell them that I met you outside the library, and you asked me to come up on this dark road, which I a new guy in town should know nothing about, and then you asked me to please, please have intercourse with you.
She looked at me incredulously.
"But, but that isn't the way it happened at all," she said, in small protest.
"I know, but do you really think they will believe you? After all, look where we are, right up on your street, right near your house.
And you've lived here all your life. You should know these woods."
"Oh, no, you're right. My father would never believe me. He doesn't even believe that I go to the library every night. He thinks I'm just out with some boys fooling around or something."
"Oh, you have one of those fathers," I said, mocking her predicament.
Shit, doc, it was perfect for me. I wasn't completely sure of what I had said to her, saying it more to check out whether or not it would scare her into silence.
Then, finding out that she had a really strict old man, whom she was obviously afraid of, made everything just perfect. It couldn't have been a better setup if I had blueprinted it myself.
"Yes, I know that my father would believe you, and not me, his very own daughter!"
"Well, it looks like you better keep your fucking mouth shut, now, doesn't it."
"Oh yes, I will. Please, please don't tell him about this, please?"
This was crazy, she was actually asking me not to tell anyone that I raped her. I loved it, just simply loved it.
"Okay, my mouth is shut, if your mouth is shut."
"Okay, I won't tell anyone, if you don't," she said, and I knew that this little episode was safe from all public knowledge.
Much to my surprise, laying on her warm body and just rapping for a bit, leaving my previously limp cock imbedded deeply inside her twat, it had started to get stiff again.
She noticed it immediately.
"Oh, no, you're getting hard again. Already!"
"Yeah, what do you think of that?"
"I don't know," she whimpered, "does this mean you want to dp it again?" she asked.
"Well, since you asked," I said, and slowly pulled my stiff cock out of her, and then let it slide back down into the soft folds of her pussy walls.
Her cunt felt even better this time. It was more worked, more broken it, and much, much wetter. Of course all of my cum was still buried deep up inside her hole, and I was sure that that was adding greatly to the lubrication, and heightening the already exciting feelings my body and senses got when I slipped in and out of her cunt hole.
So, once again, I began to fuck her.
This time, because I had just shot less than ten minutes before, I began a steady in and out rhythm, getting into a good pace, that was comfortable and enjoyable at the same time.
In and out of her snatch I went, and much to my surprise she began to get into my rhythm. Once again, I didn't know why she was doing it, other than to possibly speed up my possession of her.
Then again, there was always the chance that was enjoying it. But I guess I would never find out.
I began to increase my rhythm, a new wave of excitement coursing throughout my body because of the additional help and joining in that she was doing.
When she joined me, her cunt felt a hundred times more exciting than when she just lied there. I couldn't believe how fucking beautiful it felt on my cock as my prick slid in and out of her quivering juicy snatch.
There were loud squishing sounds coming from her pussy as I pulled my fat throbbing cock head right out, and then slid it back in again.
I could feel her stiff little clitty brushing against my cock and knew that no matter what frame of mind she was in, no matter how she may hate and despise me and what I was doing to her, she had to be enjoying that sensation.
I think that the clitty work was what was making her shake all over, as if she herself was going to have an orgasm.
Actually, that was just what happened.
I felt her pussy tightening in short little convulsive movements on my cock, and knew that her multiple orgasms were beginning. I decided to let her have this one pleasure, actually, I decided to help make it great.
I began tearing my cock in and out of her, somewhere finding the strength to exert myself even more than the first torrid fuck.
I suddenly wanted to give her the best orgasm of her life, one that she would never forget, one she would remember as long as she lived.
I know that it was those first feelings of excitement when I had first seen her, and merely thought of having her totally, like this, that was making me feel somewhat compassionate now.
After all, the first time I just fucked away at will, using her body like she wasn't even a human being, degrading her, making her pay for the humiliating experience she subjected me to.
But this second fuck was completely different!
I was into this fuck, and into pleasing her as much as pleasing my self. That made all the difference in the world.
I think she sensed the difference right from the start, or perhaps it was just my sudden mellowness of spirit that got her. Whatever the case, she was treating me like her long lost lover all of a sudden.
All of a sudden, she threw her arms around my neck, and pulled me down close to her. She opened her mouth wide and my lips met her in a warm embrace.
The saliva started flowing like an ocean between us. She spit some of her saliva down into my throat, and I swallowed it wantonly.
I spit some of mine back, and she did the same thing.
Our tongues wrestled with each other, toying, teasing, enticing, exciting, and even loving.
Yes, for some strange reason I was actually feeling love for this beautiful woman. It was weird, especially considering how I got her there and all, but I couldn't deny the sensations coursing through my system.
Suddenly, we both started cumming. I think I shot first, but it was as if my hot cum flying up into her snatch set off a trigger inside of her and made her begin to cum too.
I never saw a woman cum like that before!
The cum oozed and oozed out of her pussy. I could feel it covering my cock, and mixing with the gigantic supply of cum that I was shooting out of my love pole.
We had made a pool of cum in her pussy, working for that one goal together, as a team, and it had been fucking great, I must admit that, doctor.
Her whole body was shaking, almost as if someone had electrocuted her somehow. She writhed about underneath me as she gave in totally to the throes of her erotic and impulsive orgasmic climax.
The two of us came and came, for what seemed like a fucking eternity.
Finally, it was over, for a second time!
I waited a reasonable amount of time, and we kissed softly during it, before taking out my cock. She moaned as the last inch of my now semilimp cock slipped out of her snatch hole.
"That was beautiful," she said, and the words were strange to my ear.
What had happened to all the roughness, all the abuse, all the revenge that I had been seeking. All of that seemed to make things quite different, indeed!
So, that was it doctor,' at least for that. I thought that I had finally found myself a great lover, but, as my girlfriend had done back home, her parents suddenly decided to move.
She left so fast I didn't even have a chance to talk to her before she split. It could have been anything. Maybe even her father found out what had happened, and was so disgraced that their precious beautiful little daughter could have gotten fucked in the woods right near the house, was just much too much to take.
After all, what would the neighbors say if word got out!
But, I wasn't sure, and I never found out. As for me, I became rape crazy. I started raping every chick I could. I always did the same type of number, raping them as close to their own houses as I could, and then blackmailing them into silence.
It always worked!
Until I went to camp.
I decided to work this summer at a camp upstate, just to get out into the country, and also to find some new women to do my number on. After going through all of the female counselors, raping some of the owner's wives, using the same tricks to force them into silence, I began messing around with some of the very, very young girls that came there for the summer.
This was my mistake.
One of them went screaming to her parents, even after what I told her, and I was arrested for rape of a minor less than a week later. Then, because it was a camp-associated crime, there was much questioning, and all of the sordid details about all the other girls that I had molested, came cruelly to the surface, and well, here I am.
I guess you know the rest doctor, so that's about all that I have to say.
CONCLUSION
This young man was a very interesting case, and I hope that you have enjoyed reading it as much as I did researching, and recording it.
I did notice a certain feeling of compassion when he talked about the more tender moments of his first rape with his high school sweetheart in the woods.
It is obvious that he has some very deep psychological problems, but I feel that with constant guidance, he would someday soon be ready to face the outside world, with a healthy and happy attitude.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
Subject: Bernard J. Age: Thirty-eight
INTERVIEW ONE
Bernard J. was living and working in a large city as chief mechanic for a top automotive agency. For years his life appeared to function on an organized, relatively happy plane.
Then suddenly it changed. Here is his story, as usual, in two interviews.
Well, I can't say that everything was perfect in my life, but it was about as damned close to it, I guess, as you could get. No, I wasn't rich, at least not in any monetary sense, but in other ways I was. My wife was absolutely great and so were my five kids. We were a very closely knit family and on weekends, I would take Trudy, that's my wife, and the kids out on little excursions.
Just about the time that things were moving so smoothly that I thought they were always going to remain that way, something happened.
This good-looking kid moved in next door to me with her mother. Right off I felt sorry for her, because I noticed that, as beautiful as she was, she had a forlorn look about her.
She was hurt and confused. It was no small wonder. Her mother was raising her all by herself. She'd gotten a divorce from her husband, and was undertaking the job of raising her daughter and doing a pretty lousy job.
The poor girl was alone quite a bit of the time. Her mother naturally had to work, but even when she got off work, instead of coming home and visiting with the daughter and attending to her needs, the mother would go out and drink.
She'd truck home sometimes late at night, obviously under the weather, with some guy. There would be different guys moving through there, and all this was happening when the poor girl was around.
My wife and I were coming back from doing the shopping one evening when she marched in with some character. They were both pretty drunk and making quite a bit of noise.
"That woman's a disgrace to the neighborhood," I remember my wife telling me.
"It really concerns me what's happening to that girl," I shook my head.
"Me too, That's what I was thinking about. It's just plain awful, that woman going out and getting drunk and leaving that girl there alone so much of the time."
"Of course, she is fifteen years old."
"But that is by no means a woman," she countered. "She certainly looks like one and in many ways acts like one, but that isn't the same as being one. I don't care what people say about the modern generation of children. They too are immature until they get to be a certain age. And at fifteen she could use some more guidance from her mother."
I dropped the subject right then and there, not wanting to say anyting more about it. Every time I did see this girl, though, I did my best to be friendly. She was an awfully nice kid, and just the kind that you'd expect to find on the cover of some kind of teenage magazine.
She had coal-black hair and rich creamy white skin that contrasted beautifully with the coloring of her hair . She had sparkling dark eyes and already possessed beautiful breasts. She was something else, for damn sure.
The more frequently Trudy started talking about Bonnie, the girl next door, the more eager I was to get her off on another subject. She acted like it was her personal responsibility to see that the girl was brought up right.
I wanted to kind of shy away from it. It wasn't my responsibility as I saw it. I'd continue speaking to her when I saw her, and being friendly like you'd expect a neighbor to be, but without any strings attached.
Then one afternoon as I was driving my wife and the kids back from a movie, Trudy came up with a bright idea.
"You know, it would be nice to take Bonnie out with us sometime," she said. "I saw her sitting in the back yard, just staring sadly into space. Her mother was gone. Out with some drunk, I suppose. That poor girl. I feel so sorry for her. Next time we go somewhere, why don't we at least make arrangements to ask her along."
I paused for a long period of time, then finally agreed. Little did I realize it, but my entire life would change once I would follow through with that commitment.
We began taking Bonnie with us just about everywhere we went. We would take her to movies, family picnics, the whole works. I remember one afternoon in particular when we took her to a trout fishing stream where we often went. She was clad in a white blouse and red shorts, and I never got a hardon like I did that day.
It bugged me, because I kept thinking that maybe Trudy would see it. I would turn my body whenever Trudy was around and I was good and hard. What made it such a frustrating erection was that I couldn't get my rocks off.
I kept looking at this gorgeous chick's ass every time that she would bend over, and would dream about planting my love pole up her tight little pussy.
I guess I should have been a lot more fearful about what would happen with gorgeous Bonnie than I was. I kind of dismissed that erection, telling myself that it was just a guy responding to a beautiful young girl, that there was no more to it than that.
Just because I was attracted to her did not mean that I would actually follow through and have sex with her.
But I was a hell of a lot closer to that possibility than I was letting on.
One afternoon I decided to stay home and just take care of my car, something I would do on occasion. Trudy would chide me when I would do it, telling me that I just couldn't get away from my job. But I'm the kind of guy who really digs my job. I work as a mechanic, and there's nothing I like better than getting in there and working on a car. That particular day I was trying to fix some little thing that had gone wrong with my automobile, and there I was in the garage, working away.
I had taken Trudy and the kids over to her sister's a few miles away: They would spend the whole day there. It was getting hot and I was sweating pretty heavily. It was one of those humid days.
Just as I was taking a little break and sipping a can of beer, I heard a friendly voice call out.
Hello, I immediately recognized the voice as being that of Bonnie.
I jerked my head around quickly, recognizing just how eager I was to get a look at her.
She was wearing that same outfit that she had had on the day that we had gone trout fishing. Those tight-fitting shorts. She looked absolutely gorgeous in them.
I looked at her creamy legs, and brought my eyes upward and got a good glimpse of her solid tits. They really danced out, being firm and beautiful.
I kept thinking that this girl at fifteen was built better than most women ever dreamed of being. It was a good thing that Trudy wasn't jealous of her. She sure as hell could have been, since the kid was built so well.
Not only that, but she had the most beautiful pair of dark hypnotic eyes that you could ever find. When she looked at you, she automatically won you over, no matter what you might have been thinking before.
"How's it going?" I asked Bonnie.
"Oh, just fine. I can see you're busy working on your car."
"Yes, I am."
"I just got up."
"You slept pretty late, didn't you?"
"My mother had a party over at the house last night. It was. impossible for me to sleep. It was just too much noise."
"Oh, is that right I must have really been sleepy. I didn't hear any of it."
"Well, there's quite a bit of distance separating our two houses. That and the windows were closed. Mom tries not to disturb other people when she's carrying on, but I sure did hear it."
"Sorry you had problems getting to sleep."
"Just one of those things," she shrugged. "Mom's gone again today and I'm over there all by myself. Say, when you get through with your work, why don't you take me for a ride. That is, if you're not doing anything else."
"I suppose I could."
"It really would do me a little good. I'd like to get out of the house for a while."
"Gosh, maybe you probably could' have gone with Trudy and the kids. They went to see her sister."
"Maybe I could have. Oh well, it would be nice, though, if you could take me for a little ride. Doesn't have to be a long one. It's just that it will perk up my morale. I mean, if you're busy, then no problem, but if you aren't, I'd really love it."
"I'm not that busy, at all," I said eagerly. "As a matter-of-fact, I'm just about done fixing the car. I'll take a quick shower and see you out front here in about twenty- minutes. How will that be?"
"That will be great," Bonnie smiled.
I began realizing just how turned on I was getting to this gorgeous girl when I went into the house and took my shower. My fingers were quivering as I worked the soap around my chest and under my arms.
I really did have strong desires for this girl. I kept telling myself that I liked Bonnie just as a friend. More like a daughter than anything else. But down deep I guess I never really believed that.
I took her out in the car and we went for a ride for a few blocks. As I was driving back to the place, she looked at me and smiled.
"You like me quite a bit, don't you, Bernie?"
"Of course I like you, you're a very nice girl."
"I don't mean that way. I mean in another way," Bonnie laughed. "You don't have to try and put me on, Bernie. I know I'M beautiful. I've had enough guys chase after me, but you know, I'm not like my mother. My mother's almost like Will Rogers."
"What?"
"Well, it was Will Rogers who said he never met a man he didn't like. That's just about the way my mother is. She's never met a man she doesn't like. You get what I mean?"
"I get you," I nodded. "But let's not talk about that. I don't want to put your mother down."
"I'm not really saying that to put her down. I'm just saying that with me it's a little different. I don't like just any man. I do kind of like you, though. I've noticed certain things about you. As a matter of fact, I recognize things sometimes a lot quicker than older women do. Like your wife Trudy. I don't think that she ever noticed that huge hardon you had for me when we went trout fishing that day."
' 'This conversation is getting awfully personal," I gulped, not knowing what else to say. "We'd better talk about something else, honey."
"Don't try and put me off or put me on," Bonnie laughed. "It's up to you whether you're gonna make a move or not, but I just think that you're a pretty nice guy, Bernie. I'm not gonna say anything more than that."
At that point I decided to say nothing. My mind was spinning crazily. I just didn't know how to react to this beautiful young girl who was sitting next to me.
We didn't exchange another word until I drove the car into the driveway. At that point, after taking out the keys, I looked with intensity into her eyes.
At the time I was looking into those eyes, she did something that really turned me on. She began licking her thick red lips. I observed her even white teeth and felt motivated to kiss her.
I slipped my lips forward, allowing them to land with sharp impact against her lips.
While the lips were making brisk contact against each other, I reached out and threw my arms around her body. It felt warm and vibrant as it pressed against mine. I loved the feel of her firm, hot breasts, clutching against mine.
I removed my lips from hers, then decided that I would slip my tongue inside her mouth. So I flipped it forward, allowing it to slide inside her mouth.
I saw that our time was just about up, so I ended this particular interview.
INTERVIEW TWO
After letting him know where he left off, he started right in again, apparently eager to finish his story.
Well, our tongues suddenly began to clash, sweeping brilliantly against each other, back and forth, back and forth. They penetrated each other with great excitement, and all the while the impulses within me became that much more uncontrollable.
When I removed my tongue from Bonnie's mouth, I looked at her and exclaimed, "Could we go to your place, honey?"
"Sure," she said.
"Your mother won't be back for a while?"
"She told me she wouldn't."
She opened her door. It seemed like it would take forever for her to open it, and get inside. Once inside, I felt the fervent desire to reach out and kiss Bonnie again. Once more I pressed her body convincingly against my own, and as I did I slipped my tongue inside her mouth. Our tongues clashed with great magnificence. This time we let the kiss linger even longer than it had the other time when we were sitting in the car.
Back and forth I kept on sharply stabbing my tongue against hers. We made beautiful time together. Bonnie knew just how to manipulate her tongue, keeping perfect time to my movements.
I continued to French kiss her until I decided that I just had to remove my tongue from her mouth. I was just too plain excited by it all, so I took my tongue out of her mouth and let my fingers run over the smooth skin of her face.
"I might regret this later, but I desperately want to go to bed with you," I told her.
"Why do you think you'll regret it?"
"You are just a young girl. Heck, I've got a daughter one year older than you."
"Don't worry, honey, you want me, you know you do, you want me real bad. Don't tease yourself. Don't lie to yourself. Let's go into the bedroom."
We walked quickly together toward the bedroom, and then closed the door behind us.
I kissed her on the lips once making it a quick kiss, then got up and my cock was bulging sharply and I just had to get it out of the trousers.
Bonnie lay there on the bed, stretched out and watching every move that I made. I pulled off my shirt with a couple of quick nervous stabs, then undid my trousers, removing them as well.
"That's a nice cock," she sighed, when it was finally revealed. "I like it!"
I threw my naked body into bed with her, delivering a few more forceful kisses to her lips. As I finally removed my lips, I recognized that it was time to undress her. I reached out behind her and began to unbutton her blouse. When I pulled it off, and observed her bra, I realized I was that much closer to attaining my final objective.
I flipped off the bra with one twist of the fingers, then heaved a loud sigh as I came to grips with her beautiful tits!!!
I liked the way they stood out, so firm and proud, so ready for my touch. I reached out, and with both hands, let my fingers glide over her tits and nipples. "Suck my tits," she cried out. "Go ahead, baby, bury your tongue on them. Suck them real nice."
I reached down between her breasts, letting my tongue attack the shadowy valley which rested between them.
While my tongue lapped up and down, I reached out and let the fingers of both hands glide eagerly over her tits.
I kept my firm, steady movements, permitting my fingers to go to work over her tits. While the action was continuing, my heart pounded with great enthusiasm. I realized just how eager I was for some additional action. It was great to suck her tits, but I would be even more eager to whip my cock into action.
After sucking the shadowy valley between her gigantic tits, I went to work on her left tit, allowing my tongue to dance spryly up and down it.
Every time that my tongue came into brisk contact with the firm, creamy skin, I got that much homier. My cock was standing out like a slab of concrete. It was that damned hard. And on top of that my balls were absolutely scorching, itching like crazy, screaming for release.
I finished sucking her left tit, then moved my tongue over toward the right, repeating the same brisk movements. Back and forth I would let my tongue slide, driving it with great determination as I pushed myself even closer to an orgasm.
When I reached the point where my balls were aching so much that I didn't think I could control them any longer, I removed my tongue from her breast. I reached down with my nervous fingers and began to tug at her red shorts.
I kept on tugging at her shorts until I pulled them off. When I saw that she had on nothing beneath them, my heart really did a few flip-flops. I could see her beautiful pussy, surrounded by shiny black pubic hair.
My first instinct was to want to kiss her snatch, so I plunged my head forward and puckered up, allowing my lips to collide with her mound.
"Ah, you're kissing my cunt ," she giggled girlishly, flipping her hips back and I forth and making herself that much more enticing a target. "You can do it again, baby, come on and kiss my pussy."
I wound up kissing Bonnie's cunt about six or eight times in rapid succession. Hell, I can't say exactly how many because I lost track. All I know was that my heart kept thumping wildly and my body trembled while I kissed her cunt. I was getting carried away in a sea of passion.
"Eat me, go ahead, honey. Put your tongue to work on my snatch. Come on and really slide it, baby. Oh, I want you to suck me there. I want you to suck my pussy. Go ahead and suck my snatch. That's what I'd really like. I'd really like some wonderful sensations from your tongue, my dear. Go ahead, darling. Come on and suck my pussy. Oh, yes, please do it for me. I want it. Oh, how I want it. Come on and suck my snatch."
All I had to do was listen to the tone of her voice and I knew how much she wanted to be sucked. She was practically begging me, and on top of that, I wasn't all that unreceptive in the first place. I wanted to taste her, to slip my tongue into her young slit.
At that point in the action, something really came over me. Here I was, a man of my age, and I was feeling like fifteen myself. I felt like I could conquer the whole world. I had the same kind of damned cocksure confidence that a person has when he's a little ignorant, the kind of ignorance that you get when you're at a certain age. I had it when I was about Bonnie's age, and there it was surfacing again. I felt like nothing in the entire world could conquer me, and I wanted to plant my tongue eagerly inside my lover's box.
I worked my fingers up and down her smooth thighs. The longer that I touched them, the harder that my heart pounded. I just had to suck this beautiful young girl, I just had to flip my tongue around inside her pussy hole.
I was looking forward to gauging her response. I knew she just about would flip out when I planted my tongue against her pussy.
My fingers worked up and down her legs. I loved every bit of intimate body contact that I enjoyed with Bonnie. While my fingers kept sliding against them, I planted my tongue down between her legs and began to let it fly.
Perhaps I should have started out manipulating my tongue a little more slowly. That might have been the way to handle things from the finesse standpoint, but at that point I wasn't in much of a mood for the finer ways of lovemaking.
I drove my tongue wildly, letting it slide back and forth inside her pussy.
While I was sucking Bonnie's snatch, I reached out and let my fingers glide up and down her legs. The longer that we made contact, the farther along she got. I could see that it wouldn't take much in the way of sucking on my part in order to bring her off.
While I kept letting my tongue surge and stab inside her mound, I kept up my inspired pace, driving my tongue quickly, pushing her that much closer toward a dramatic climax.
"Keep your tongue planted in my box," she cried out, "Oh, I want it, honey, I want you to suck me off. Keep driving your tongue. Oh, yeah. Come on, let it slide, honey."
I hardly even needed her encouragement. It helped a little, but it couldn't help a lot because I didn't really need a lot of help. All I needed was the chance to keep on slipping my tongue relentlessly inside her mound, and I was taking advantage of the situation by driving it back and forth speedily, sliding it inside her snatch.
The longer that I sucked her cunt, the faster that she manipulated her hips, bringing them in a flipping motion from side to side, driving them with great enthusiasm as I continued to go at her cunt with my eager and ready tongue.
I recognized that I couldn't keep up that kind of pace for very long and that she wouldn't be able to withstand it either. She was just too plain excited by what was happening, and I was so carried away with her that I would not let up for one solitary second until her hot pussy juices burst into my mouth.
"Just keep sliding your tongue, oh, keep sucking me ," she called out, "drive it, baby. Oh, I'm on fire, my pussy is on fire. You did it with your tongue. You're gonna make me cum. Come on, honey, make me orgasm. Go after my hot load. Yes, oh, I want you to eat me, baby, you've got to eat me!"
While I kept up my thorough pussy sucking, I noticed that her body was twisting even faster than before. She would raise it upward ever so slightly every time that I would allow my tongue to dart uncontrollably against her mound.
I had been exercising my fingers on her thighs, working them vigorously around them. I switched my movements abruptly, allowing my fingers to go to work on her ass cheeks.
I clutched at her buttocks ever so hungrily, determined to extract every ounce of pleasure that I could from her beautiful body. All the while I kept working on her pussy, driving my tongue against her box, pushing her that much more eagerly toward climax.
"Eat out my pussy lining," she cried out, "just a few more strokes, honey. Keep that tongue buried in my box. Oh, eat me, lover, yes, oh, drive your tongue. Drive that hot, burning tongue into my pussy hole. I'm in flames, lover. My box is in flames.
"You can tell. Oh, yes, you can. I'm getting ready to juice. I'm gonna shoot that juice into your mouth. Oh, you're gonna swallow my hot load. Yes, lover, oh, keep your tongue twisting."
At that point I clutched my fingers more sharply than ever around her ass cheeks. I was clinging to them like I would never let go.
I held on for dear life, hanging onto them tightly as my tongue kept winding around her pussy, driving eagerly into her pussy lining, propelling her that much closer to her final objective.
"Ah, I'm there," she exclaimed loudly.
She didn't even need to tell me. I could feel the hot juices spilling eagerly into my mouth. I gulped them down just as quickly as she shot them into me, all the while hanging onto her ass cheeks with both hands.
"Eat me, oh, eat my box, lover, oh, I'm shooting the juices into you," she exclaimed.
"Come on, lover, eat every drop. Go after every drop of my hot load. Oh, you're really giving me a great suck. You're really swallowing my hot cum. I love it, lover, I love it. Oh, what a pussy licker you are. Oh, what a wonderful suck!"
I stayed with her until the last few droplets of her load had shot from her pussy.
Now that I had succeeded in gobbling up Bonnie's hot juices, I wondered what I ought to do next. My cock was bulging and I wanted to stick it in her. But the more I thought about it, the more fearful I became about the idea of doing that.
I had to bear in mind that she was a young girl. There was always the chance that I could knock her up. It really terrified me. It's tough being caught in a crosscurrent like that, where your old cock is bulging hard and you want to get your rocks off in the worst way, but you're afraid to do anything about it.
"How much fucking have you done in your life, Bonnie?" I asked her.
"A little bit. I had quite an affair with one of my mother's boyfriends."
"Did he do everything to you?"
"Just about. I usually don't like the guys she goes with. Most of them are creeps. But this guy was all right. He had a nice cock on him and he wasn't bad looking. On top of that he was a pretty good guy. Of course my mother never found out. If she ever knew I had ever fucked anyone, she would kill me."
"So what should we do now?" I asked.
"Come on, honey, stick your cock in me," she said.
The longer that I looked at her pussy and outstretched legs, the hungrier I became over the possibility of sticking my dick inside her love hole.
I reached down and ran my fingers up and down her legs. I started with her thighs, then slid my fingers down toward her ankles.
My fingers kept on going to work speedily. The longer I kept up the action, the more eager I became to plunge my prick into her pussy well.
As I kept on exercising my fingers over her smooth, warm skin, I felt it was time to plunge my dick into her cunt. So I slammed my cock forward, permitting it to make its first penetration into her mound.
"Keep slamming your cock into me," she called out, "oh, drive your prick into me, baby, do it now, really fuck me good."
The longer that my cock continued to plunge into her mound, the more at home I felt fucking her. I kept on slamming my dick relentlessly, driving it deep inside her pussy, plunging that much closer to orgasm.
I liked the way that she was responding to my cock movements. Back and forth she flipped her hips, manipulating them sharply while I kept up my cock stabs. I kept up my bruising attack, slamming my cock into her, moving ever closer to a dramatic climax.
A few sharp strokes later, I found myself on the verge of a climax.
As I kept on slamming my pecker hard into her hole, she kept on twisting her buttocks. I was going to it in grand style, fucking her, driving my dick into her pussy, moving into the final few strokes of the act.
"I like that," she sighed, "just keep planting your cock into my mound, baby.
Well, the rest is history, doctor. Her mother pressed charges on every count from rape to molesting a minor, to assault, and so on, and so on. I'm sure that she must have frightened my little sex partner, because all during the hearing and all, she didn't say a word. She would just stand there and stare at me, with big empty eyes.
And here I am!
CONCLUSION
I found this case most interesting, because of the innocence of this particular man. Even though he knew he wasn't doing something he should be, fooling around with a minor and all, he had a streak of sincere compassion as his underlying force, a force that was driving him on.
For that reason, and this man's general attitude, he was released just prior to the publishing of this book, and for that, I was happy to have had a major part in.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
Subject: Louis P. Age: 45
INTERVIEW ONE
I began treatment with Louis about three years ago. He was referred to me by the warden. My purpose was to alleviate his anxiety attacks brought on by extreme guilt.
My first impression of the patient was one of extreme composure and self-confidence. He was about six feet tall, he had light brown hair and light blue eyes. His body was in top physical condition and I knew from first glance that he worked out in a gym. He was a very strong person and had a will to match it.
From the first moment of our meeting we became friends. He didn't seem to be your usual crime offender.
The following is his case history recorded in his own words.
Doctor, I really don't know why the warden asked me to come down to see you, I'm really quite sane. You see, I believe my crime was committed without me being totally aware of it. It all started the day my sister and brother-in-law asked me to babysit for my niece, who at the time was about thirteen years of age.
She was a beautiful child and we always got along. She was actually an unusual child and I'm not just bragging because she's my niece. Her I.Q. was well above standard and when you had a conversation with her it was as if you were speaking to an adult .
Anyway, getting back to that first day. I was glad to take care of her for my sister because she really wasn't any trouble at all. It just so happened that it was my day off so I suggested that they bring her to my house and we could spend the afternoon together.
They dropped her off and said they wouldn't be much later than three or four hours. I saw them to the door and went back into the living room where my beautiful little niece was sitting, reading one of her school books.
She loved to read. Mysteries were her favorite. I sat down on the couch next to her and looked over her shoulder to see what book she was reading. It was summer and all she had on was a light cotton dress which really didn't cover much of her body.
She shifted her weight to get comfortable and the hem of her dress moved way above her shapely knees. She had legs just like my sister. Long and tapered. The skin was creamy smooth without a mark on it.
Her young body was just beginning to fill out and I could see her thighs blooming out into a womanly shape.
My attention suddenly left the book she was reading and moved along the lines of her youthful body. I hadn't really noticed until that day how big her breasts had developed and suddenly I felt a surging desire run through every vein in my body.
My eyes took in every inch of her and my desires took over with each passing minute. Suddenly I was determined to make love to my beautiful young niece. I wanted to shower her with kisses.
I let my hand brush against her bare leg and I felt as if I was going to burst with desire. I had to have this young girl. She was the one thing I wanted and I had to have her.
In my mind I began plotting just how I was going to get the ball rolling. I decided the direct approach would be best. So I began asking her about her love life if it existed and if she had any special boyfriend she was seeing.
She was startled at first at the nature of my question but she immediately gained composure after a moment of thought. She thought for a moment and began telling me of her youthful experiences.
This really excited me. While she was telling me a trite story about a boy in school I began stroking the inside of her hot burning thighs. Oddly enough she didn't try to stop me. I think she was really getting turned on. I didn't stop what I was doing and she didn't stop me.
I could feel my cock filling up with blood forcing the head of it to press against the zipper in my pants. I couldn't wait much longer. I had to make love to her soon or I would burst.
She was still talking about her experience and I began to move my hand up a little further caressing the fold between her legs and letting my index finger brush against her cotton panties.
She smelled so clean. I could detect a faint odor of baby powder which made me think she had just stepped out of the shower before she came over to visit.
By now she opened her legs an inch more so I could have access to her lovely honey pot situated at the top of her firm legs. Her skin was so smooth, it felt like baby skin. I have been to bed with many a woman but this young creature was the goddess of them all.
I could feel the heat radiating from her body and this urged me to stimulate her even quicker than I had anticipated. I let my middle finger brush against the elastic around the bottom of her panties and she moved her bottom into the seat which sent me wild. I couldn't control myself much longer.
All the time I was caressing her, she looked out into space without making contact with me. I could see the color rising in her cheeks and the little beads of sweat forming on her pretty little forehead.
I suddenly slipped my finger underneath her panties and began searching between the fold of her almost hairless pussy. It felt so small against my big hand. I could feel heat radiating through my fingers as I began manipulating my two fingers between the lips of her virgin pussy.
It seemed so small, so fresh, so young yet at the same time it felt as if my hand belonged in between her legs. I let my fingers dance up and down her vulva until she let out a sigh.
Now I knew I was getting somewhere. I was sure there was a chance of me being the first man in her life to make love to her. I was thrilled that she was enjoying my caresses and I was equally glad I was her first lover. I wanted to teach her how to make love the right way.
I wanted to teach her how to really make love to a man. Not to be afraid of a man's body and most of all to love his member of love. My cock was throbbing and I moved my hand inside of hers and placed it against my burning cockhead.
At first she was startled but after a second or two she began to move her hand up and down my shaft. I could see the gleam in her eye. It was the same gleam she got when she came downstairs Christmas morning to open her presents.
I could feel her tiny hand just exploring every inch of my eight inches. She marveled at the size of my cock and she actually asked to see it in the flesh.
I was mighty glad to oblige her so I opened my pants and let my cock free from all of it's bindings. It was free at last. Free to feel all of the caresses my little darling was giving to me.
I still kept my fingers busy in her hot twat but this time I decided to find her little clit and give her a piece of the action. I wanted to see her helplessly writhing with pain and passion. I wanted to see her beg me to make her come, to relieve her of her burning desires.
I wanted to squeeze her button till it made her whimper. I wanted to suck her love button but I contained myself and proceeded to take her little clitty between my fingers and roll it around like a piece of used gum.
Her body came alive when my fingers massaged it ever so lightly. I removed my finger from her hot burning twat and slipped my fingers into my mouth to wet my fingers which would enable me to slip my fingers in and out of her with ease.
As my finger came close to my face I could smell the faint aroma of pussy juice and the smell just about drove me wild. It was so clean smelling, so fresh, it almost smelled like a flower.
At that point she took me completely by surprise as she leaned her head forward and allowed her lips to press against mine.
My cock became harder than ever as she kept following through with the kiss, allowing her lips plenty of freedom as they pressed firmly against my lips.
When she looked into my eyes so longingly, my will power immediately vanished. I slipped my tongue inside her mouth. Eagerly I let our tongues mesh.
Every time that my tongue pressed against hers I became that much more anxious for action.
Our tongues kept on devastatingly colliding, and finally she removed hers from my mouth. My heart was pounding uncontrollably. On top of that my cock was standing on end..
I decided it would be better if we moved into the bedroom. That way if anyone came in we could get ourselves together in a hurry. We went into the room and I put my fingers to work immediately, letting them work with blinding speed as I removed her dress.
We both started panting, and as I took the dress off I could see that she was sweating just like I was. Her body tingled and trembled as she lay back on the bed.
She had nothing but a bra and a scanty pair of panties. I reached out and undid her bra straps, pulling off her bra, then moving my fingers against her tits.
With great deliberation I pressed my fingers against her skin, enjoying the strokes that were developing between us. I kept on pressing against it, getting her that much hotter.
I remembered how many times I had seen those lovely breasts of hers in the distance, and how many times I had wondered what they looked like fully exposed.
Now I had the opportunity to not only look to my heart's content, but to feel them as well. I loved her rosy red nipples, and her smooth creamy white skin.
It was like satin, but firm satin, as I pressed my fingers eagerly against it. "I knew you wanted me, honey. Any shrewd girl can see when a guy is really wild about her. Keep up those movements. Oh, I like the way you're pressing my skin."
I kept up my flowing finger movements for the next few minutes.
I then removed them from her tits.
I reached down and tugged at her panties, intending to completely remove them.
"Take them off, take off my panties, I want to be stripped completely nude for you, dear uncle," she sighed. "Oh, I want to be yours, baby boy. It means so much to me. Oh, darling, lover, let's let ourselves completely go."
"Let's really make beautiful love. Teach me how to love, uncle.
I want you to make beautiful love to me.
I love you so much, honey, it doesn't bother me to say it."
I couldn't believe my ears. Just a few moments ago we were sitting in the living room reading a book together. Now we were in bed about to make love. She suddenly turned from a mild mannered little girl into a wild temptress.
As I kept pulling the panties down her legs, I became that much more hungrier with desire. I removed her panties, then reached out and slipped my fingers against her legs.
I clutched at her trembling thighs, enjoying every movement, my heart pounding with devastating passion all the while. I reached out with my left hand, allowing my fingers to maneuver smoothly over her hot burning pussy.
I observed her red cunt hairs, which coincided with the coloring of her lovely head of hair. I toyed with her pubic mound for a while, then I slipped my finger against her smooth, velvety vagina.
"You're touching me so beautifully," she said "I knew you'd be a sensitive lover, uncle love. "Oh, I love what you're doing to me, uncle.
"Oh, yes, ah, that's so nice, sweetheart. Keep your fingers moving, don't stop whatever you do."
I continued my finger activity over her pussy for the next few minutes. I was gratified over the fact that moisture was beginning to surface on her mound from the steady movements that my fingers constantly made.
When I recognized how hot she was getting, I removed my fingers from her snatch.
"You know, I'd better take my clothes off," I laughed. "I got so carried away undressing you and playing with your beautiful body that I haven't had a chance to take off my own clothes."
"Do you want me to help you, uncle?"
"No, that might just slow things down. I want to undress as quickly as I can. I want you badly, baby."
She lay back in the middle of the bed, looking her sexiest as I quickly removed my clothing.
"I want you, how I ever want you," I exclaimed.
I removed my clothes, then threw myself into bed with her. I reached down and pressed my tongue against her left nipple. I permitted my tongue to slip back and forth over the nipple.
Then I reached down and exercised my teeth against it. I teased them with my teeth, getting her more agitated than ever, precipitating all kinds of passionate reactions from her.
Her body slipped eagerly back and forth, and soon she began to kick her legs from the passionate movements that I was bringing to bear. I finished up on her left nipple, then moved over to her right, once more exercising my teeth.
"It's wonderful, honey, oh, I love what you're doing," she said. "Keep it going, darling. Oh, keep your tongue moving, oh, keep your teeth at work."
When I finished toying with her breasts and nipples, I decided to drop my head down between her lovely legs. My fingers moved soothingly against her thighs, and with great determination I began to apply my tongue to her mound.
I could see that I was building additional fires within her body every time that I exercised my tongue on her budding pussy. I slipped it eagerly against her nest, moving it back and forth, covering every crevice of her snatch.
"Keep your tongue working, oh, slide it over my nest uncle," she exclaimed. "You're so good, uncle. Oh, your tongue's so passionate. You're moving it so well."
Busily I kept up my pace, driving my tongue forward, propelling it against her mound in the way I hadn't sucked anybody's pussy since I was a boy tasting it for the first time.
While my tongue kept on winding its way eagerly around her box, my fingers kept on moving as well.
I would drive them systematically against her buttocks, liking the extra sensations that I was picking up.
I felt like I had my freedom for the first time in years. I mean, it wasn't that I was living in a straight jacket or anything, it was just that I had been so busy with my work and had felt so disappointed in love that I just couldn't seem to let myself go.
But now I was doing it, licking her twat eagerly, driving my tongue sharply into her mound as I moved my lovely niece that much closer to the point when she would orgasm in my mouth.
"My how you can suck," she said, "Oh, keep pumping your tongue, darling. You really know how to race it inside my mound. You did it just right."
"You timed yourself beautifully, then you suck me all the way. Oh, I'm gonna juice, honey, it's gonna shoot out of there right now."
"I want to do it, oh, do I ever want to shoot inside of your mouth. I'm gonna unload, ah, I'm gonna really unload."
A few moments later, while my fingers caressed her breasts, her pussy exploded. The juices shot into my mouth, and I felt like I was in heaven. When I completed the act of sucking, she looked down at my rockhard dick. She knew the same thing that I did-that I had to get my rocks off.
"Just look at your prick," she laughed. "It's really ready for action. Do you want to unleash it against me, honey?"
"I do, but I'm a little afraid. I don't know if I ought to be getting that intimate with you."
"Don't be a fool. You want my pussy, don't you? Wouldn't you like to fuck me there?"
"You know I would."
"Then that's that." .
To seal the deal, she reached out and slipped her tongue inside my mouth. Back and forth our tongues collided, and my last bit of resistance had fallen by the wayside.
Sure I could impregnate her. There was always that possibility. And certainly I would be drawing myself in that much deeper. But at a time like that there was no other way out.
I wanted her and wanted her damned bad. I toyed with her breasts, running my fingers over her nipples, caressing their pink loveliness. I then threw my cock into high gear.
I reached out and parted her legs smoothly and slowly with my fingers then got set to enter her with my hard, throbbing penis.
"I want you, oh, do I ever want to fuck you," I said hungrily as I spread her cunt lips apart for easier passage.
At this moment I had to stop the patient. Our time was up and I had to see another patient before the afternoon was over. I asked Louis to stop and remember where he left off. I gave him an appointment for the following week and we said goodbye to each other.
INTERVIEW TWO
Louis showed up at his designated time. I was impressed with his punctuality. I could see the anxiety on his face as he began his story exactly where he left off. It went as follows.
Well, I was telling you about caressing her young firm tits and I was about to fuck her. She was wild by now and she started saying things like, "Slam your dick into me, uncle. Put it in me all the way. I want to feel your cock up to my stomach."
"I'm not afraid, I want you to fill me all the way. Just plant your prick into my mound. Give me a good solid fuck. I want your cock, honey. Oh, I really want it. Come on and fuck me dear uncle. Oh, come on and screw me good."
While my fingers kept tantalizing her nipples, I shoved my dick into her young mound. I could already feel a tremendous itchiness in my balls as I pushed my cockhead against her virginal hymen.
Just looking at her beautiful body was enough to send me into a state of wild agitation. As I manipulated my buttocks back and forth, grinding my cock into her mound, she in turn flipped her body around, rotating her hips vigorously, meeting my every hot stroking desire.
The thing that I liked about her was that she had beautiful instinctive timing. She knew just how to excite me with her hip movements even though this was her very first time.
I kept up my blistering attach, pushing the head of my cock inch by inch until I felt the wall of her box open and give my prick entrance into her love pot.
Now I was driving it even deeper into her pussy.
"Fuck me," she exclaimed, "oh, do it even faster, baby. Really get that cock of yours moving. Drive it into my mound. Oh drive it hard, my love."
"You can do it, uncle. Oh, pepper me with that hard rod. Keep slamming it in me."
I moved my fingers at one point from her tits to her buttocks. I kept clutching them ever so zealously, pumping my dick all the while, driving it high and hard into her mound.
"Ah, nice, nice, nice," she exclaimed," keep up your pumping, honey. Oh, I like the pattern. I like the way that the action is moving. You're really sending that hot charging dick into me. Oh, grind it into me, my love. Keep it going. Oh keep up the fucking, it feels so good."
By that time I was darting my piston-like penis into her with everything that I had. I gritted my teeth, heaved a deep sigh, then plunged deeper and faster. Everything I had sent into every stroke as I kept up my savage penetrations, probing and grinding my dick forward.
I slammed it into her ever so relentlessly, moving my dick that much closer to the moment when the hot juices would spray out of the end of it.
"Ah, that's good, ah, I really like the action," I sighed, "yes, baby. I am gonna juice. You're so right honey. The hot stuff is gonna fly. Such a wonderful sensation. Oh, it's so nice."
"I'll bet your balls are itching."
"They're on fire."
"I can tell from the way you're fucking me."
"I'm gonna keep grinding it into you, darling. Oh, what grinding movements I'll keep slamming it in there until I juice inside of you."
"Keep your dick coming," she said. "Oh, yes, baby. I like that. Ah, I really do."
My fingers kept on circulating briskly over her ass cheeks as I ground my dick that much closer to climax. A few strokes later the first few droplets of the orgasmic juice spilled out of my pecker.
"Oh, nice , nice," she sighed softly. "It's spraying, baby. It feels good."
As my jism spilled out of the end of my organ, I reached out and kissed her lips with mine. I pressed my warm lips against hers ever so firmly until the last drop of the load had finished spilling out of the end of my rod and into her mound.
I figured that that was it for the day. After all, I had received a beautiful fuck, and had prior to that time sucked her to a wonderful womanly climax.
I was a little on the tired side. It wasn't even so much from the sex. It was from the psychological traumas I had undergone prior to the time that I had actually jumped into bed with her.
It had been awfully hard for me to go all the way. I would think about my sister and what she would think about me fucking her young beautiful daughter.
But much to my surprise, Tina wasn't through yet. She wanted some more action. As I lay there on the bed, stretching out and closing my eyes, thinking about all that had happened, I felt her fingers working over my balls.
She was fascinated with the loose skin and asked me if I minded her touching my cock and balls. I smiled at her and told her to knock herself out.
I laid there on the bed, stretching out and closing my eyes, thinking about all that had happened, I felt her fingers working over my balls. She manipulated her fingers very slowly at first, preferring to tickle me more than anything else.
But I soon found out that there was still plenty of tingle in my balls, and my cock began to harden a little as she pressed her finger tips against my ball sacs.
"This is nice," she said. "I really love touching you, there, uncle. Oh yes, that's very nice."
She kept up her finger work over my testicles for a little while, then, as she continued to manipulate them, worked her fingers against my cock. She started out by letting them work over the tip of it, after which she moved them down the full length of my rangy pecker.
It surprised me just how much in the way of enthusiasm I still had left in my cock. Once that I had orgasmed, I figured that that was it, but my thinking had been incorrect.
She was probing and pumping my penis, bringing new life back into it with her little fingers.
"How do you like that, uncle?" she asked laughingly.
"All I can say is that my balls really itch."
"It's as hard as concrete. Oh, your fingers are really giving it a workout."
"You're damned right they are. I guess I've got what you'd call magic fingers. They really get the job done, don't they?"
"Oh, my balls are itching so bad it's like I could orgasm right now."
"You're not going to do that, you're going to save it for a little while."
"What do you want me to do now? Fuck you in the cunt once more?"
"Oh no, I've got a big surprise in store for you," she laughed. "You did a good job of tonguing my cunt. Well, I'm gonna return the favor, my sweet uncle.
"I'm gonna turn my tongue loose on your cock. How does that grab you?"
"You don't have any hangups when it comes to sex, do you?"
"I guess not. I'm interested in one thing, the pleasure you introduced me to. I want to get all I can get ou of it. I'll get plenty of pleasure sucking your luscious cock, uncle."
Now she was working her tongue over the top of my prick, and as she did so she played with my balls. Soon she was sliding her tongue more rapidly taking every inch of my warm, firm pecker.
She was driving me closer to the point where I would be exploding inside of her mouth. Relentlessly she kept up her pace, driving her tongue up and down, pumping hard and pushing me that much closer.
She kept teasing my balls with her tickling finger movements and before I knew it I was almost there, right on the verge of orgasm.
I suddenly decided that I wanted to fuck this young girl once more before our afternoon of lovemaking was over. I gently turned her over and got on top of her. As I positioned my cock at the entrance to her vagina, I felt her cross her legs over my back.
It was obvious from that little gesture that I was the first guy to enjoy that dainty little cunt of hers. Well, this drove me wild with lust and I was enjoying every minute of it.
In I went, and we both let out an audible "ahhhh" as my hard prick pushed aside the tender walls of her cunt. Then I started to work my tool back and forth on the fast flowing pussyjuices that surrounded it.
There certainly couldn't be any doubt at all about my niece having had prior sexual experiences. She had a sort of natural rhythm she had, the way. she moved her hips in time to my thrusts.
I had her left breasts in my mouth and was sucking away on it like mad. Not just the left nipple, mind you, but a good part of the left tit, for like I told you, her beautiful body was just overwhelming.
In....out....in....out....
"Fuck me uncle! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Cock in cunt! Cock in cunt! Cock in cunt!
"Gotta come uncle! Just gotta!"
There was no question about the fact that she was getting wound up pretty damn fast, but then you could say the same thing about me.
I would have come several seconds ago if I hadn't made careful use of breathing and leg muscle control to keep myself from going over the top.
She was really wriggling underneath me as I laid my cock into her time and time again. Delicate, petite, but really full of energy and bounce. A nice tight cunt that was nevertheless very well lubricated.
In short, the perfect lay.
Buck! Buck! Buck! Buck!
CONCLUSION
At that point in the story, my subject broke down. Louis had himself a lengthy cry, after which he settled back and had another cup of coffee.
"You see, here's what happened after the part of the story I described," Louis said.
I started taking care of my niece more and more. Each time we would get together we would make love and play with each other until her parents returned.
It was a beautiful life. I was never so satisfied in my entire life. I had finally found fulfillment. I knew it was sick but I couldn't stop myself. She was so beautiful, so young, so innocent. She was my whole life.
I would do anything for her.
Things were going along nicely for about two years until one day my sister and her husband came back early and we were in the bedroom fucking our asses off. We really didn't hear them come in.
My sister opened the bedroom door and found her daughter in my arms, my cock stuck in her young pussy and my hungry mouth on her throbbing red-tipped nipple.
Needless to say they had me arrested for child molestation and I was sent to this prison.
Therapy was obviously called for in this case. Quite aside from the perfectly reasonable fear which Louis had lived in for those two years he was clearly a very unhappy, insecure man. This insecurity had happened to manifest itself as incest, but in fact it could have taken all sorts of other forms.
The most important task that lay before us was tracking Louis's insecurity back to its childhood roots. These essentially involved a very demanding father who had wanted his son to be a professional athlete despite the fact that the boy lacked the necessary coordination.
Once these long-buried roots were dug out, Louis was able to face up to the insecurities which assailed him in his daily life and whose existence he had tried to hide from himself.
We have come a long way with therapy and Louis is finding that his anxiety attacks are few and far less behind. His progress is remarkable and I believe he will be able to function in a normal state after he is released from these dreary prison walls.
CASE HISTORY SIX
Subject: Leonard M. Age: Thirty-Four
INTERVIEW ONE
Leonard M. was a man who looked nothing at all like the stereotyped image most people have of the rapist. His face was kind and gentle, with soft blue eyes that seemed to twinkle with a kind of merriment rarely found inside a correctional institution. His hair was short and neat and his face cleanly shaven.
Also, unlike many patients at their first interview with a doctor, Lenny was able to converse easily about the reasons for his arrest and the events leading up to them. After awhile I found it difficult not to feel sorry for this man who, out of what he honestly believed to be love, had behaved in such a way as to wind up behind bars.
I gotta tell you, Doc, if you had said to me a year ago that I was going to wind up here in the slammer, talking to a shrink, I would have said that you're the one whose got some screws loose upstairs. For crying out loud, I've been here almost a month now and I've sat through that trial and all-and I still can't believe its all happened.
Yeah, I know what you're going to say-you want me to tell you everything single thing that happened so you can decide whether or not I'm a mental case.
Sure, I'll tell you. I'm not ashamed. I think that probably any red blooded guy in my position would have wound up doing the same thing. Hell, we're only human, Doc, right? I mean, when some gorgeous little thing lays down and spreads her legs and invites you to shove it in whose going to say no, right?
Well, this is how it all happened. And you tell me whether or not I didn't do just what any other guy who found himself in the same position would have done....
It all started because I was working in this greenhouse, out in that fancy section of Long Island-you know where, near the water on the North Shore. I'd only been working there a couple of months, you know, killing time between jobs that would keep me outside. I don't like indoor work. Gardening and landscaping is my line.
Anyhow, like I said, I was working in that place, hoping to hear about some fulltime landscaping job that would open up when I see this girl one day. She was a customer, but she was just sort of standing there, in the middle of all those big, expensive house plants, sort of staring at me.
Now I got to admit I realized that she couldn't be more than twenty-. Actually, as it turned out she was a hell of a lot younger than that. Sixteen years old, to be exact. But the way she was built and the way she had that pretty blonde hair of hers all done up fancy, she looked a few years older.
Like I started to say, she was standing there, giving me the eye-and I swear to you Doc, there was no mistaking that come-on over smile of hers.
Shit, what was I going to do? Pretend that the sight of those tits in that tight sweater she was wearing didn't give me a hardon? Look, the way I figure, if a dame wants it so bad she practically holds up a sign, a guy has to be some kind of dope not to oblige-unless of course she's got a husband or something like that.
I checked out her left hand real fast with my eyes and sure enough there's no little gold band there. So I figure there's nothing wrong with trying my luck.
"Can I help you, Miss?" I asked, smiling at her real friendly-like as I walked over.
She smiled right back at me, Doc-looked me straight in the eye as if to tell me what she really wanted-which had nothing to do with plants.
"I'm looking for a birthday present for my mother," she said. "Mom likes plants a lot-especially the big ones that sit on the floor. The only trouble is she's not very good about keeping them alive. You know what I mean?"
"Lots of people have the same trouble," I told her, honestly. "Usually its because they give them too much water without realizing it."
"Not my mom. She forgets half the time."
"I've got the perfect answer," I told her honestly. "Here have a look at this Margenata. Only has to be watered about every week to ten days or so and it'll grow like a weed for you. What do you think?"
"I'll take it," she said.
"Don't you want to know what it costs?" I asked, knowing that the big specimen she was talking about was going to run close to a hundred smackers.
"There's only one thing I want to know. Will you deliver it personally?"
Well, there was no mistaking that invitation. "At your service, ma'am."
"Carole. Carole Porter."
"Yes, Miss Porter-I mean, Carole. The address where you want this delivered, please?" She laughed softly-like velvetas I started to write up the sales slip. "Just give them my name at the register. They'll know where to deliver it. Put it on my charge. See you at six-thirty, all right?"
"Six-thirty it is. And thank you. Thanks a lot."
Like I said, Doc, I was new on the job at that greenhouse and I didn't know that the Porters were one of the richest families in the vicinity. The manager gave me the address and seemed glad that I had made a sale of such an expensive plant-but when I pulled the delivery wagon up in front of those stone entrance gates I had to check the number three times to make sure I was in the right place.
My heart was pounding inside my chest like a high school kid as I drove up that long gravel driveway and saw that white mansion with the pillars out front. Shit, it was like something out of a movie about the old South. Really, just like a plantation.
To tell you the truth, I was so shook up I didn't even remember to go around to the back door like you're supposed to when you deliver things to a fancy house. I just went right up the front steps and rang the bell.
If I had any doubts about what Carole had in mind they vanished when she answered the door. She had brushed that beautiful blonde hair down loose over her shoulders and she was wearing one of those fancy, high-fashion hostess gowns with the front plunging all the way down to her belly button. And let me tell you, that neckline of hers was wide enough to let me know in no uncertain terms that she had no bra on underneath.
I must have gulped at least ten times as she invited me into the house and showed me where to put the plant.
"I was just in the middle of a Scotch and soda," Carole said, flashing that come-to-bed-with-me smile of hers, again. "And there's nothing worse than drinking alone. You'll join me, won't you?"
I looked around, half-expecting her mother or father to come walking in at any moment.
Carole seemed to read my mind.
"Everyone's gone," she said. "Some friends of my folks are throwing my mom a surprise birthday party. I'm due to join them-but not until later-much later.
The last of my worries disappeared when she said that. I knew right then and there that I was going to score.
"Sure," I said, "a drink sounds fine. Make mine Scotch too. On-the-rocks."
Carole sashayed across the room to a real fancy built-in bar that was all made out of mahogany. My eyes were glued to her gorgeous bottom as she moved. The way the material of her dress clung to her ass was enough to raise my temperature to the boiling point. Boy, was that kid built-in all directions. And she sure knew how to move it around.
To make a long story short, one drink led to two and then, before I hardly realized it, we were working on our third round.
Carole was a real sweet chick. She was telling me about the trips she had taken with her family and all the different foreign countries she had seen and stuff like that. Then, somehow or other she got me to open up and start talking about myself.
I told her all about how I liked to do outdoor work with gardens and landscaping best and how I was only working at that greenhouse until something better came along, and all. That's when she sort of put it on the line to me.
"You know, its really funny that you should say that," she told me, moving a little closer on the soft couch where we were sitting and smiling that smile that went right through me. "My folks have been looking for a fulltime gardener for almost a month now. What with summer just a couple of weeks away, most capable people are all tied up. Would that sort of position interest you, Lenny?"
"Would it!" I blurted out. "That's exactly what I've been hoping to find!"
"You'd have to live here on the grounds. There's a small apartment right over the garages."
"Suits me fine." I went on, enthusiastically. "But I want to tell you something from the start," Carole said. "If you want me to put in a good word to my folks for you, then you'll have to do something nice for me."
"Anything," I told her right away. "Just name it."
She put her drink down on the end table and ran her tongue quickly across her pink, juicy lips. "Do I have to spell it out for you?" Well, Doc, that was the end of me. No man in his right mind could have resisted an invitation like that. Shaking so hard that I was afraid I was going to spill that drink, I put the glass down and pulled Carole into my arms.
The feel of her big, firm tits crushing flat against my chest did more to my brain than the liquor ever could have. She melted against me like we'd been practicing for years. And without any hesitation whatsoever, she opened her mouth and shoved her tongue half way down my throat.
The smell of her expensive perfume and the feel of her body so close to my own was causing a hurricane down between my legs. I could feel my cock throbbing and straining to get loose from my pants.
I thought I was going to pop my load right then and there.
The kiss ended and I pulled away from Carole to catch my breath-but only for a second. The sight of those juicy tits of hers, half in and half out of her dress was more than I could resist.
My hand was shaking as I reached in and cupped one of her boobs. Man was that soft! Like silk, I swear. Smooth and real nice to touch.
The nipple was small but as soon as I started to play with it, the thing jumped up between my fingers and got real stiff. We were both huffing and puffing pretty loud as I rolled that nubby little nipple back and forth, making it get hotter and harder-just the way my prick was doing.
I'm telling you, Doc. I felt like I was going right out of my mind. There it was-so much of a good thing-and it was all mine, just for the taking!
I know it sounds nutty, but at that particular moment I would have been happy to be an octopus. I wished that I had eight hands and a couple of mouths so I could touch Carole and kiss her and feel her all over at the same time. There was so much I wanted to do to that luscious body I hardly could decide where to begin!
I pushed my other hand into the neckline of her dress and pulled both of her tits right out into the open.
She didn't say a word-didn't resist-nothing! She just leaned back against the back of the couch and closed her eyes and just sort of gave her body to me for whatever it was I wanted.
And let me tell you, I wanted everything I could get!
I took her naked tits-one in each of my hands-and just looked at them for a few seconds.
They were perfect. And I mean absolutely! The skin was pure white without so much as a freckle to mar it. Her nipples, just as I had felt, were small-the kind you only usually see on a virgin. They were small-but they were the prettiest color pink you ever did look at.
I bent over and kissed one little knob and then the other. Carole sighed good and loud when I did that and I figured she really enjoyed it-so I kept on doing it for a while. I would stick my tongue out and lick one nipple with it until the thing stood up all hard and shiny from my spit.
Then I would move my head over to the other side and start to work on her other tit. Sometimes, I would grab one of her nipples in between my teeth, kind of playful-like and tease it lightly until she moaned out loud.
Sometimes I would just push her tits together and rub them against each other.
Sometimes I would catch a nipple between the fingers of each of my hands and rub the little sweet things until they were both standing straight up and pointing right out at me.
I could feel the blood pounding in my head and I knew my face must be beet-red with excitement-but I really didn't give a damn anymore. I was beyond caring how I looked. All I could think about was getting more of that sweet girl's body.
Now I slid down onto the rug in front of her and pushed her skirt up over her thighs. Without a word, Carole spread her legs wide open-giving me a real hot view of her little pink bikini panties and the dark triangle were her pussy bush was hiding inside the material.
I started kissing my way up the inside of one of her legs. Her flesh was soft and sweet as sugar. I purposely moved slowly, kissing my way up her leg inch-by-inch, driving both of us crazy as we got hotter and hotter with each passing moment.
In a few minutes I started to smell the heat of her cunt and I could see she was starting to drip from her crotch. Her panties were darker there, right underneath the hole-which told me she was really getting ready for me.
Still, I didn't want to rush things. I knew that the longer I could hold out, the better it was going to bef-or both of us.
As I ran my mouth up and down the insides of her thighs, I started to stroke her flesh with my fingers. Slowly but surely, I worked my way up toward her crotch until the tips of the fingers of my right hand were resting against the elastic leg opening of her panties.
Carole spread herself even wider-telling me without words that it was all right for me to move inside her underwear.
I didn't lose a minute. Shaking like a leaf, I slid my finger into her panties and started to stroke the soft hair on her pussy.
Like I said, she had become dripping wet and ready for me. That sweet mound of cunt curls was damp and musky, and the little hairs would cling to my fingers as I played around with her crotch.
Both of us gasped out loud when my touch reached her pussy lips. Her cunt was damp and hot. I could feel the heat of it as I stroked the wet slit-moving slowly and carefully-inching my way toward her clit.
Her hole was tight-real tight. It took a couple of seconds, but suddenly it dawned on me. This girl was a virgin!
Knowing that was the final touch. My cock got so hot I thought it was going to bum a hole right through the front of my pants. I'm sure I would have creamed my load in another two seconds if Carole hadn't suggested that we go into her bedroom.
Let me tell you, I followed right after her like a puppy dog. I could hardly breathe and the world seemed to be tumbling all around me as I realized that in just a couple of more minutes I was going to be shoving my big cock into a sweet, tight pussy hole that had never been fucked before!
Her bedroom was all pink and white and soft-just like Carole was. I watched, gaping, as she reached for the couple of buttons at her waist and then that dressing gown fell to the rug without a sound.
What a sight, man! She was naked except for her panties. I could see a couple of damp clumps of pussy hair sticking out of them around the crotch where I had been feeling her up back there in the living room.
"Take my panties off, Lenny," she said, her voice all husky and hot with desire.
Let me tell you, I didn't have to be asked twice. In a flash I had those flimsy little things down around her ankles-and there I was on my knees in front of her.
I buried my head between her thighs and started to lick away at her sweet twat for all I was worth. Carole held onto my skull and pulled my face even harder against her blonde bush. Slowly, we moved together until she was sitting on the edge of the bed-then lying back on the mattress with her legs spread wide apart, and that pink, wet slit all open and exposed for me.
As gently as I could-considering how really worked up I was at that moment-I pried her cunt lips apart with both hands and shoved my tongue as far as I could get it up inside her virgin hole.
Carole cried out and ground her pussy down even harder over my mouth. "That's fantastic!" she groaned. "Like nothing I've ever felt before. Don't stop, darling. For heaven's sake, don't ever stop!"
Let me tell you, she wasn't about to get any arguments from me. I could have been happy to just stay there on my knees between her creamy-white thighs, slurping away at her gash for the rest of my life.
But soon, my cock started to get other ideas.
I couldn't hold back, Doc. My prick felt like it was on fire and I thought I was going to go nuts if I didn't drop my load soon.
Without taking my tongue out of her dripping cunt, I reached down and managed to get my pants open. In a few minutes I was stripped from the waist down-shoes, socks, everything. And let me tell you, my pole was sticking out so far it felt like you could hang a flag on it!
Now, I took my mouth out of her snatch and worked my way to a half-standing position. At the same time, I held her legs behind her knees and guided them up over her body.
Her cunt was really spread now-that is, as far as a cherry cunt can spread-and that was all I could stand.
I leaned forward-and I swear, my cock seemed to know the way. The head of it went right for her gash and wedged into the narrow opening.
All of a sudden, Carole started to yell. "No, please-don't do that!" she said. "Don't put it inside me!"
"What are you talking about?" I started to say.
But it was too late
Before I could do anything to stop myself, I felt the giant load that had been burning up inside me start to explode. Jet after jet of hot gism shot right out of my cock, splattering Carole's face and tits and even running as far down as her pussy bush.
She reached down and jerked me off with one hand. And at the same time, with her other hand, she finished herself off by fingerfucking her own cunt.
I saw the pussy juice flow out of her like a river-down between her spread thighs and onto the bed, making a dark stain right in front of her pretty ass cheeks.
All of a sudden, I didn't know what to say or do. Feeling kind of embarrassed because of what had happened at the end-you know, the way we had shot our loads-I hurried back into my clothes and walked out into the living room.
In another minute, Carole came out to join me, dressed again in that gown that was just about as good as being naked.
"I hope what happened back there hasn't changed your mind about taking the job," Carole said softly.
I couldn't look her straight in the eye. I wasn't sure what to think, considering how she had led me on and then pushed me off at the last second.
"I don't know," I told her. "The way you acted back there-well, it's kind of funny, that's all."
She walked around in front of me, wound her arms around my shoulders and kissed me right on the lips-tongue down my throat and everything.
"Please-just be patient with me," she said. "After awhile-in time-I'll let you-you know-do whatever you want. Please? And she kissed me again-this time, shoving one of her hands down between our bodies and cupping my cock and balls in her palm.
Well, maybe I should have read the writing on the wall and packed it in right then and there, Doc, but I'm only made out of flesh and blood. The promise that one day soon I was going to bust that girl's little cherry was more than I could refuse. There was something about her that was absolutely irresistible to me.
The next day I met her mother for an interview.
The day after that, I moved into the garage apartment on the estate.
I was hooked. Hooked on the promise of sweet young pussy. But I swear to you, it felt just like love.
INTERVIEW TWO
When Lenny appeared for his next interview his appearance had changed drastically, even though only one week had passed since last I'd spoken with him. Deep circles framed his eyes adding years to his looks. The skin on his face was drawn and tight, his cheeks sunken and hollow-looking. Immediately, I inquired after his health wondering, reflexively, if, like so many other prisoners, he had found a way to get his hands on some kind of narcotics-even though, to my knowledge, he had no previous history of drug use.
"No, Doc, there's nothing wrong with meat least physically, that is. Except that I just can't seem to get any sleep. Since the last time I talked to you, I've been doing a lot of thinking, you know-about Carole and what went on with her and me. I just can't seem to put it out of my head. What a dope I was, Doc. Really, I can't believe how stupid I acted! And for what? Pussy. Ain't that always the reason that things get loused up?
I suggested that Lenny try and calm himself and pick up his story from where he'd left off last time. This is what he went on to relate....
Like I told you last time, Doc, a couple of days later I got the job and moved into my quarters over the garage on the Porter estate.
I didn't see Carole again for about a week, but to tell you the truth, I was so tired at the end of each day, I don't really know if I would have had the strength to really fuck her right-if you know what I mean. Those people hadn't had a gardener in that season on a regular basis, and there was so much to do on the grounds that by the end of the day I practically fell into bed and passed out.
Then, one Friday, I remember that Mister Porter came home real early from his office on Wall Street. I didn't realize why until I saw him and his wife get into their car and I hurried over to help them load the luggage.
"We'll be gone for the weekend," Mister Porter told me. "I've given the rest of the staff Saturday and Sunday off, Lenny, so you might as well take some time yourself."
I thanked him and watched the shiny black Caddie roll down the driveway-wondering, at the same time, where Carole was.
Needless to say, I didn't have to wonder very long. Not two minutes after I was back in my quarters the intercom on the telephone rang-and it was Carole on the other end of the line, calling from the main house.
Just that silvery sound of her voice was all I needed to hear. I couldn't think of being mad at her, no matter what she had done-or, in this case, what she hadn't done.
"We've got the whole weekend, Lenny darling," she crooned, while I shook like jello at the other end of the connection. "Want to come over and visit me?"
I almost choked trying to find my voice. "Just give me time to shower," I told her.
"Isn't that amusing?" she said, in that special tone of voice of hers that always could turn my insides to jelly. "I was just about to step into the tub myself. Perhaps you'd like to join me?"
I guess I don't have to tell you that I was out of there like a shot and racing toward the main house. Inside my head I was already picturing what Carole was going to look like naked and bathing-that perfect skin-those beautiful, smooth tits with the little pink nipples-that sweet bush of blonde pussy hair that dripped like crazy when she got hot.
I had already forgotten the way she had refused to let me fuck her. All I could think about was getting next to her again, tasting her sweet cunt, spreading the lips open and burying my face in that creamy nest of her crotch.
As I reached the top step of the front entrance the door opened and Carole was standing there, smiling from ear to her, with that special twinkle in her eyes that told me she was just as horny as I was.
She was wearing another one of her robes that was as good as if she had nothing on at all. The material was so thin I could see the outlines of her nipples clearly-so clear, in fact, that I could tell they were already hard.
I pulled her into my arms and was about to crush her mouth under my own when she placed a finger over my lips, telling me to keep quiet.
"The other servants haven't left for the weekend yet," she whispered. "They're busy packing now. Don't make any noise or say anything while we go upstairs to my room."
I nodded, ready to obey her without a second thought. I'll tell you the truth, Doc, I was so head-over-heels about that girl by that time that I would have jumped off a bridge if she'd asked me to just to please her.
As I followed her up the curving staircase toward her bedroom, I couldn't take my eyes off her cute, round ass or her long, shapely legs. The way her robe clung to her flesh made my mouth go dry.
Inside my pants my cock was quickly getting stiff and ready again. Ready to fuck for hours. Ready to jam all the way up her tight, virgin gash and to bang the shit out of her until she begged for mercy.
What an afternoon this was going to be, I told myself gleefully. Shit, what a weekend! Three days of nothing but Carole's sweet pussy to drive me to heaven! What more could a guy ask for?
And let me tell you, that girl didn't waste a second! As soon as we got inside her room she opened her robe and smiled as my eyes popped wide open at the sight of her naked flesh underneath.
Naked, that is, except for a pair of panties. Very special panties.
"Like what you see?" she asked, as if she didn't already know what my answer had to be.
I swear, Doc, I was just speechless. I couldn't say a word-and you wouldn't have been able to either, if you saw what I had just seen.
Those panties I told you about. Well, they were red-I mean scarlet, blood red, with black lace trim. Only they didn't have any crotch! That's right-just like I said. Those damned things were made so that the cunt area was cut out-and what was staring me in the face was a luscious mound of blonde pussy curls framed in black lace.
Her bush seemed to be screaming 'Come and get it!'
Which is exactly what I did.
Let me tell you, I dove for that snatch like a guy in the desert goes for water. Before you could blink your eyes I was down on my knees in front of her-worshiping her gorgeous twat-lapping her cunt hair and her pussy lips and her creamy, perfumed thighs.
Carole seemed to love it every bit as much as I did. She stood there and spread her legs to make more room for my face.
"Use your tongue again," she told me. "Do it like you did the first time. Stick it all the way in andy-ou know-flutter it around inside."
I never thought of myself as an expert cuntlapper, Doc, but let me tell you-this girl was giving me the kind of come-on that made me feel like Romeo, himself. Who was going to argue with a dish like that?
Just like she'd asked-I spread the lips of her pussy as wide as I could get them to go. Already I could start to smell her juices starting to flow-which only added to my own wild excitement.
As I turned her outer lips back, I got a real good view of the inside of her cunt. The flesh was pink and shiny with her love drippings-and this time, I could see the little knob of her clit, tucked in there between the folds-just begging me to make it stand up good and hard.
And that's exactly what I did.
I got my mouth over her cunt and slid my tongue in as far as it could go. While Carole moaned and thrashed around, I ate out her hole for all I was worth. My jaws were aching and my mouth felt like it was going to snap in two pieces-but the way she was shuddering and sort-of crying softly-like, I didn't care how much it hurt me. This time, I told myself, I was really going to get her worked up good and proper. So damned hot that she'd want to get fucked as bad as I wanted to fuck her.
She twisted her fingers in my hair and I could feel her long fingernails scratching my scalp-and still, I continued to suck and nibble at her dripping pussy. The clit was hard now, throbbing and jerking around as I teased it with my tongue and sometimes-when I could get in far enough-with the edges of my teeth.
Carole spread her legs even wider and squatted down a bit, opening her crotch even wider for my mouth to nibble around in. I reached around behind her legs and started to rub the backs of her thighs. Then, my fingers moved up onto the mounds of her asscheeks.
They were like satin, Doc. I had all I could do to keep myself from digging my fingers in and pinching her-but I was afraid that she might not like that. So instead, I inched my touch up toward her asshole.
She didn't seem to mind that a bit. In fact, she purred like a little kitten as I rubbed her asshole in time with the lapping of my tongue inside her cunt.
"I think maybe we'd better take that shower now," she said, interrupting all of a sudden and snapping me out of my dream world.
Like I told you before, Doc-I was so nuts for this beautiful chick that if she'd asked me to stand on my head and whistle Dixie, that's what I would have done for her.
Still on my knees, I pulled her panties down and waited while she lifted one foot at a time to step out of them. Then, I lifted those silky things to my nose-unable to help myself.
The smell of her cunt was all over the material and I went wild. I pulled my breath in as far as my lungs would allow , loving the things that her body fragrance did to my mind-to say nothing of what it did to my throbbing cock!
The sound of water running cut through to my brain and I suddenly realized that Carole had left me alone in the bedroom-on my knees-sniffing her crotchless panties.
Well, let me tell you-I was ready-more than ready for a little flesh-to-flesh encounter. In what has to be the world's record for stripping I was naked as a blue-jay and running into the bathroom-with my pecker sticking out a mile in front of me-pointing the way toward Carole!
She was standing in the tub knee-deep in hot, soapy water. In one hand she held a washcloth. In the other, a bar of pink, sweet-smelling soap.
"Care to wash a friend's back?" she asked, with a look on her face that made my cock want to drip.
I knew there was no sense trying to answer her-my voice would have just come out sounding like a croaking frog. Instead, I stepped into the tub next to her and took the soap and cloth out of her hands.
She turned around, presenting me with a beautiful view of her ass and long, silky legs.
I soaped up the washcloth real good and started at her shoulders-rubbing slowly-in tight circles, while Carole shivered and moaned with pleasure.
She started swaying back and forth like a cat when you stroke its fur. My cock was bobbing and bouncing around, stiff and excited like crazy. Every now and again it would touch her on the ass-or the head of it would slip in between her thighs or ass cheeks-and I thought I was going to faint dead away from the sheer excitement of being so close to fucking her luscious young body.
I soaped my way down to her round, smooth hips-then let the washcloth start to work its way into the crack of her ass. She didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, she spread her legs a little-giving me free access to her cunt, from the back.
Through the cloth I could feel her pussy crack as I washed her in between her legs. I pressed a little harder and Carole shivered. Then she leaned back against me, trapping my hard prick between her butt and my belly.
Her ass was all slick and slippery from the perfumed soap and my cock slipped right into the length of her ass crack. I groaned out loud. Shit, it almost felt like I was inside a slippery pussy. My mind felt like it was going to blow a fuse right then and there!
As you probably have figured out by now, Carole was the kind of girl who knew exactly what she wanted and was used to getting it. I suppose that's how it is when you're rich and spoiled. At any rate, she turned around to face me, wound her arms around my shaking body and pulled me in, real close.
I buried my tongue in her mouth and trembled as I felt my hot cock rubbing against her cunt hairs. The underside of my dick-you know, that real sensitive stretch of flesh-was being tortured like never before in my life-and I was loving every second of it. The only thing I was afraid of was that all this teasing and excitement might make me come before I was actually inside of her.
Not this time, I promised myself. Today, Carole was going to get her little cherry busted inside of her if it was the last thing I ever did!
Like I said, this girl knew what she wanted-and wasted no time showing me exactly what she'd like me to do. As our tongues moved back and forth inside each other's mouth, she took my right hand and shoved it down between her slippery thighs. Then, she squeezed her legs together real tight-and I could feel the crack of her pussy against my fingers.
I tilted my middle finger upward and slipped the tip of it in between the lips of her virgin hole. Her cunt was all hot and wet from pussy juice and soap and water-so this time, my finger went in further than ever before.
No sooner was it inside her up a little past the first knuckle, than she started to moan and tremble. She rocked her body back and forth-and I could feel her stiff little clit rubbing against me. Together, we were whacking her off!
Let me tell you, Doc, I was really caught between the Devil and the deep blue sea. On one hand, I was having the time of my life, fingerfucking this hot, beautiful young chick who I was really crazy in love with. But on the other, my cock was crying out for the real thing.
I had been teased enough.
I needed to fuck-to bury my rod inside her hole-needed it bad.
And damn it to hell-I intended to have it!
I played with her snatch for a while like she wanted me to-making sure not to let her get too far gone. Every time I thought she was ready to go off the deep end and come, I would pull my finger out a little and stop shoving it back and forth.
That's when she would really go bananas. She'd start to whimper and cry and she would climb right back onto my finger until she was humping it again for all she was worth.
Man, what I wouldn't give to have her do that same thing to my cock, I thought to myself a dozen times. All I had to do was get her hot enough, I figured. Work her up until she'd passed the point of no return and needed to get fucked as much as I needed to fuck her, fuck her.
The only thing wrong was it seemed to be taking forever for her to reach that state of excitement. Shit, was I going to be able to hold out from shooting my wad before she was ready to accept my cock inside her pussy?
I was really starting to worry. I mean, how much can a guy take before blue balls set in?
Suddenly, the answer came to me like a flash.
"Come on-let's rinse off," I told her. "I've got something in mind for you."
"Like what?" she said, teasing me with her eyes.
"Like I don't like the taste of soap in my mouth," I answered-figuring if that message didn't get her back into the bedroom in a hurry, nothing was ever going to.
It worked my little plan-just like I hoped it would. All of a sudden, Carole understood what I had meant-and figuring that I planned to eat her pussy out again, she hurried to rinse the soap off her delicious body.
The two of us dried ourselves off real quick-and in a couple of minutes we were back in the bedroom.
I guess I don't have to tell you that Carole wasn't the shy type, Doctor. Far from it, actually. Like it was nothing to her, she plopped herself across that big, soft, double bed of hers, spread her legs wide open-and actually held her pussy lips apart for me to get in between.
Well, that was it. The last of my self-control was shot to hell.
I dove for her like a torpedo. Before she could realize that I wasn't going to eat her cunt, I had her legs up and back over her shoulders and my cock on its way up her tight cunt.
"But you said no-please-don't do that!" Carole begged. "I don't want you to put your thing inside me! I thought you were going to-you know-use your mouth!"
I swear to you, Doc, I never meant to hurt her. Shit, that was the last thing I ever wanted to do to that girl. But I just couldn't hold out any more!
I didn't answer her. I couldn't. There was only one thing on my mind then-only one thing I was capable of thinking of. And that was simply that if I didn't get my prick up inside that girl's pussy-if I didn't fuck her and shoot my load into her snatch, I was going to go stark raving mad!
I had no strength left to do it in slow, easy-stages. My flesh and my brain were so hot and bothered that all I could do was shove my prick-deeper and deeper into that hot, tight hole.
Somewhere out around the edges of my mind I guess I must have heard her screaming-but I was too far gone to stop. Again and again I shoved my dick forward and up-getting deeper and deeper inside her hole each time.
I felt her cherry stretching around the head of my cock-and then, just as I broke through, I heard the sound of Carole's insane shrieking-felt it, as though it was going to break my eardrums.
And still, I kept on fucking her. At last, I was all the way inside her pussy. After all the torture she had put me through I had finally buried my dick to the hilt in her hole.
I pumped away like a jackhammer.
I shoved my arms around her body and got an ass cheek in each of my hands. Then, I spread her bottom wide open and held her right where I needed her to be-with her wide-open cunt directly in the path of my pounding cock.
I knew that her fingernails were digging into my back-drawing blood-but there was no stopping me now. The load of juice that had been building up inside my aching balls shot out with what felt like the force of a cannon-flooding her insides with gush after gush of hot, sticky come.
Then, before I realized what was happening, all hell broke loose.
I guess she had screamed so loud that they heard it all the way over in the servants wing.
The next thing I knew was that Tony-that's the Porter's chauffeur-and Sam the caretaker-had me by the shoulders and the neck. They dragged me off Carole and threw me onto the floor. Then Tony pulled me up onto my feet and beat the living shit out of me. When the two of them were finished working me over, I had two broken ribs. Then they called the cops.
And you know the rest of the story.
CONCLUSION
Rape, statutory or otherwise, is never a simple matter. Rarely is there a clear-cut case of victim and offender-for often, it has been proven, on either a conscious or unconscious level, both parties participate, in some way, to precipitate the occurrence.
This case in particular provides what many might consider to be a strong example of mixed or shared guilt. Certainly, Leonard's behavior is not without blame for, as an adult, he should have been able to better judge the nature of the girl he was dealing with. To say he was guilty of naivete would be oversimplifying the issue.
Unfortunately, the law does not make such fine distinctions. Until such time when-and it seems highly unlikely-Carole can be persuaded to tell the entire truth about what happened, Lenny will remain in jail. Hopefully, that will not be for a very long time.
CASE HISTORY SEVEN
Subject: Robert F.
Age: Twenty- eight
INTERVIEW ONE
The next case history presents one of the cruelest and, perhaps one of the saddest examples of emotional instability that I have ever come across. Patients such as Robert, unfortunately, are, at best, almost impossible to cure. Their disturbances are so complex and deeply rooted that years of intensive therapy, at the very least, are necessary in order to effect change.
Robert's case was brought to my attention when the man attempted suicide while awaiting trial. His offenses-at least the ones we knew of-were drug dealing, possession of narcotics, assault with a dangerous weapon, corrupting the morals of a minor-and rape.
Like so many severely disturbed patients, Robert had lost all touch with and sense of right and wrong. During the course of his interviews, he free-I ya I most braggingly described in graphic detail each of his crimes.
His other offenses, while alarming, are not truly relevant to the subject matter of this volume. For this reason, I have deleted that material which does not deal directly or indirectly with his activity as a rapist of teenage girls.
Robert yanked himself away from the guards who had brought him to my office and slammed the door closed behind him. I motioned to the guard to remain silent at the door as the prisoner took a few steps toward my desk, then looked around the room wild eyed and tense-an animal, cornered.
Tall and lean, Robert swaggered belligerently across the distance between us, leaned over my desk and glared menacingly at me.
"What the fuck did they bring me here for?" he demanded. "I don't need to see no shrink."
I took a deep breath, knowing this was going to be a difficult person to deal with highly volatile easily able to explode with or without the least provocation.
"I'm the one who needs your help," I told him, forcing my expression to remain constant and my voice calm, despite the knowledge that this man was totally capable of attacking me physically at any second.
My answer seemed to catch him off guard. His expression softened slightly. The tight lines of tension and anger around his mouth relaxed.
"How's that?"
"I said that I need your help. I need to be able to understand you, to know what you've done."
"What for?"
"So that when your trial comes and I'm asked for my opinion as to whether or not you should be sentenced to jail I'll have some basis in fact to speak about. Hopefully, I'll be able to influence the judge as to your sentencing."
Robert took a few minutes to mull this over in his mind. "That really so? They listen to you?"
"I think so."
"So if you tell them I'm not such a rat they'll believe you and let me off easy?"
"Possibly."
He sat down in the chair beside my desk and pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket. "Okay, Doc, shoot-what is it you want to know?"
"Everything."
Boyish blue eyes regarded me with a combination of suspicion and disbelief. "Everything about what?" .
"The girls, in particular."
Suddenly, Robert broke into a wide grin. "Oh, them?" he said, chuckling as he sat straight up, proudly, in the seat. "I guess word's gotten around about the Baby-faced Stud, right?"
"You're not exactly anonymous."
"Damned right, I'm not. Famous, Doc. That's what I am. And that's what I should be!" He leaned forward and his tone turned confidential. "Would you believe it-I'll bet I've screwed close to three hundred different chicks. How's that for staying power, Doc? Know many people who can top that record?"
"Nope. I don't know anyone who comes even close to it, actually."
Obviously, this pleased him. His chest puffed out and he all but preened in front of me.
"Okay, Doc. I guess you want to know my secret. How it is I'm such a sure shot with the chicks, right?"
I nodded. "That's exactly what I want to know. How'd you manage to do what you did-to say nothing of how you got away with it for so long."
"Where should I start?"
"Anyplace you like."
Robert took a deep drag on his cigarette, crossed his legs and began.
I've always had this thing for young stuff, Doc. You know what I mean? I like 'em fresh and juicy, like a good steak.
Now mind you, there's plenty of good-looking chicks in their twenties-and in their thirties even, sometimes-but there's nothing on this earth that can compare with a pussy that belongs to a fifteen or a sixteen-year-old, nice and tight and fuckable. And especially if the kid's a virgin.
Yeah, I like cherry the best. Nothing like it.
Like Rita, for example. Actually, she's the one who gave me the clue. Knowing her got me started on my long, successful career of young girl humping. Who knows, if not for Rita, I could have gone on for years without knowing what a goldmine I had right in my own two hands.
I guess you know my old man died when I was a kid and left my mom a whole lot of bread-and I mean a real whole lot. Well, Mom kicked the bucket a couple of years back, and since I was the only kid, guess who got all the dough?
The first thing I did was get me a real fancy pad down in the village. I don't mean one of those hole in the wall kind of places that they renovate and charge a fortune for, either! I'm talking about seven rooms top floor penthouse! And I furnished it with the works-stereo in every room, fur chairs and sofa, a bar that comes out of the wall-I mean everything! Just like the guys in the magazines.
For awhile I just cruised around, laying whatever I could find. It wasn't bad, mind you-but it was never exactly what I wanted. Know what I mean? The chicks were available, all right, but they'd all been fucked a hundred times before.
The ones I really wanted and really dug the real young ones they weren't so easy to get.
Then I met Rita.
The minute I laid eyes on her I knew I wasn't ever going to rest until I'd shot a good load up inside her sweet little twat. I mean, this chick was really something else. Dynamite!
To start with, she had hair-long, gold hair-all the way down to her ass.
And what an ass! Every time I looked at it my cock would start to get horny.
And she was every bit as tasty-looking from the front. Even without any bra, her tits stuck straight out a mile. And the nipple-sman, like two quarters, just beggin' to be flipped.
Fortunately, when I met her, she didn't have anyplace to stay. I knew in a flash that she was flying-probably on ups-which meant that sooner or later she was going to have to crash.
It was only a matter of time.
So I waited.
Like I followed her around for hours, man. Everyplace she went, I tailed her. And then, sure enough, I saw her start to come down.
She was sitting in this coffee shop drinking cup after cup-black. I guess she must have figured that the caffeine could hold her up there for a while longer-or maybe let her down easier.
Bullshit, man! When you're crashing from ups there's only one thing that's going to help-more ups.
Or a bed.
I watched her starting to nod a couple of times. Then, when her face almost hit the table, I saw the manager start in her direction.
Cocksucker! He really laid it on heavy-started to give her a real hard time.
I saw my chance and I jumped right in.
"The lady's with me, buster," I told him-I heard that line in a movie once. "How much does she owe you?"
I paid her check and got her out of there. "Got anyplace to go?" I asked, knowing of course that she didn't.
She shook her head.
"Coming down?" Again, of course, I knew the answer-but I didn't want her to catch on.
"Crashing pretty bad," she told me. "Got any shit?"
"No, baby. I don't blow anything but sometimes a little smoke. What do you need?"
"Ups."
"Bad?"
"Real bad."
"Know where to get any?"
She smiled pathetically. "Not without bread, I don't."
Just the answer I had been hoping to hear from her. "That is no problem. I've got plenty of bread. Let's go back to my place and we'll get it."
"You got a phone?"
"Sure. What for?" I asked.
"So I can call my connection."
"Follow me." I told her. Then, I hailed a cab and poured Rita into the back seat.
Let me tell you it was no simple matter keeping my hands off her. I mean, she was so fucking spaced-out that I could have screwed her up the nose and she probably wouldn't have known what the hell was going on.
But just fucking her wasn't my plan. Especially not if she wasn't cooperating. What I had in mind required her full attention. And if it worked, I knew I had it made.
I'll skip the uninteresting details. To make a long story short, I got Rita to give me the name and phone number of the guy she bought from. Then, I grabbed some money from my drawer and out we went again.
It's a good thing Rita had me with her or I don't think she would have been able to make the buy. I mean she really had a hard time figuring out which way was up.
Just like I'd arranged-she introduced me to her connection and I bought the ups she wanted-plus a hell of a lot of other stuff. Now, Rita's connection was mine. I knew where to buy any kind of dope I needed.
A couple of ups and half an hour later and Rita was feeling a hell of a lot better. We were back in my apartment, and she was like a different girl.
Gone was the dopiness. She was radiant, man. Stoned, for sure. But beautiful!
"I really got to thank you, man," she said. "Don't know how I would have made it without you."
"That's okay, babe," I told her, real casual like. "Just tell me one thingwhat are you going to do when this set wears off?"
Suddenly, she looked scared. "What do you mean?"
"I mean what happens the next time you crash?"
She shrugged. "I figured-well, you know, I thought maybe you would give me the rest of the bottle."
"Got any bread?"
"No. You know I don't."
"Well then-I guess we'll have to work out another way of payment."
Now she started to get the message and her eyes lit up. Man, was she mad-and beautiful. Seeing it all come over her-knowing that she wasn't going to be able to do a fucking thing about it-really turned me on. My cock was throbbing like crazy.
"Look, Bobbie, you've been real nice to me and everything-but I don't put out. Certainly not for a bottle of ups."
I smiled, about to play my trump. "How about for an endless supply of whatever turns you on?"
"I'm not sure I understand."
"It's real simple, baby. You do for me, I do for you. Look around you-you can see I don't have any money problems. You want junk? Cool. Just as long as I get what I want-and that means everything."
I saw her shudder. She was real scared-but real tempted, too. And knowing that I had her in my power was like lightening in my balls.
"Give me some time to think about it, okay?"
"Take all the time you want," I told her. "You know where to find me."
I watched her beautiful ass, cupped in skintight blue jeans as she wiggled out through the front door of my apartment.
It took about four hours.
I knew she'd be back. And I was right. After all, how long can one fix last?
The second I opened the door and looked at her, I knew I had won. She wasn't down yet-not all the way, anyhow, but that desperate look on her face told me she was starting to fade.
"Don't bother to come in unless you're ready to play it my way," I told her, heading for the cigarette box on my glass table-the box that was filled with joints.
"Look, I'm not feeling so good," Rita said, following me into the room and shutting the door behind her. "How about letting me have a couple of those pills and we can talk about it."
It took everything I had not to laugh in her face.
"How about locking the door and putting the chain on?" I said. "And make it snappy!" I took a deep toke on the joint and felt the good smoke filling my lungs. I really dig sex on grass, man. Makes me feel like a king.
Rita hesitated for a few more minutes but I knew already that I had won. I plopped down onto that fur sofa that goes on for miles and took another drag on the joint-watching her face go through half a dozen changes before she realized she'd better play it my way.
"What do you want me to do?" she said at last-softly sounding more like the willing slave I had pictured her turning into when I first saw her.
"Like I said, put the fucking chain on the door."
She obeyed.
I was shaking with excitement. While her back was turned I groped my own tool, enjoying the way it was rockhard, already set and primed for action.
"Okay, come on over here," I told her, starting to feel the joint hit me.
She walked back across the room and stood in front of me. "Can I have the pills first?"
"Soon," I teased. "When you've convinced me that you're not putting me on. I don't like to have chicks think they can play me for a sucker."
"What does it take?"
I reached out, grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down onto my lap. The feel of her soft, round ass against my aching cock was pure heaven, especially with the grass lifting me higher every second.
"Look, I think there's something you should know," Rita said, suddenly looking more worried than ever. "II know you're not going to believe this, but I'm a virgin."
Now I did laugh out loud. "Come on, baby. You can do better than that. Don't put me on. I'm not stupid, you know."
"I'm serious."
"Bullshit."
"What do I have to do to make you believe me?"
I chuckled. "You're about to find out.
I pulled her face up to mine and covered her mouth with my own. She opened her lips and took my tongue down into her throat.
Man, she tasted good. I knew she couldn't be more than fifteen or sixteen at the most and that alone was more than enough to drive me crazy. But even the remote possibility that she wasn't lying that she really was cherry
Man, that was too much! I knew that if I thought about it too long, I'd probably cream all over the inside of my jeans and let me tell you, I had no intentions of wasting a good load that way, not when there was a tight young pussy around.
While I filled her mouth with my tongue I grabbed one of her tits and started to squeeze. Rita moaned loudly. I wasn't sure if she was digging the pain or what, but I really didn't give a shit.
She wasn't stopping me. That's what counted most.
I tugged her sweater up and reached underneath. Right on for Women's Lib, I told myself, glad that there was no bra to get in the way of my busy fingers.
What tits! Man, they were exquisite. Even better than I'd thought they were going to be!
Man, she had a pair of melons on her that could bring a dead man back from the grave. Thirty-six C--and that's being conservative. For a kid, she was way up at the head of the class!
"Lift up your arms, babe," I told her. "Let's get rid of this sweater."
"It's all I got, don't tear it!" she protested.
"Fuck it, I'll buy you a dozen more later. Now up! You hear me?"
She gave in and raised her arms toward the ceiling. In a flash I had her naked from the waist up, and man, was that one far out sight to see.
I shoved my face between her tits and squeezed those twin beauties against my cheeks. Good enough to eat, I thought and that's exactly what I did.
First one, then the other. Those nipples were fantastic. They felt and tasted every bit as delicious as they looked. I knew I could spend years and years just sucking on her big tits.
For a second, there, I got so excited I was afraid I was going to shoot my load. So I pulled my head back and reached for the burning joint.
"How about maybe one of those pills?"
I was not about to interrupt myself yet and go into the bedroom where I had stashed the buy.
"Later, babe," I told her. "Here, take a hit of this in the meantime."
I held the jay to her lips and let her take a couple of real deep tokes.
She was no amateur. Far from it. She pulled that stuff into her lungs like it was life itself.
I watched her lips and just knew, deep inside of me, that she was going to be doing a fantastic job on my own real, live, joint-and soon!
The grass started to hit her and I saw her relax a little. Suddenly, I wanted some music, and a lot less light.
"Here, suck on this for a while," I told her, handing her the joint and easing her off my lap. "Be right back."
"Where are you going?" she sounded panicky.
I turned back around and tweaked her right nipple. "Not far, you can be sure. Just stay loose."
She lifted the stick to her ripe, red mouth and pulled hard.
My cock twitched impatiently and I had to force myself to move in the direction of the stereo.
In a couple of minutes I had a stack, of way-out rock on the machine and the drapes tightly drawn. I went to the bedroom door and reached around to turn on the light in the other room.
"Please, Bobbie," Rita begged, with her tone and with those enormous, cat-green eyes. "Just one little pill?"
I smiled. "Make you a trade," I told her.
"What kind of trade?"
"One up for one pair of blue jeans. Yours."
We both knew she was in no position to argue. A second later she was fighting with the top button on her dungarees.
I went into the bedroom, kicked off my shoes and dumped a handful of uppers into my palm. Then, I poured all of them, except one back into the jar. Checking to see that Rita hadn't been peeking, I returned the treasure to it's hiding place.
When I came back out into the living room, Rita was sitting on the sofa, naked except for her panties. I forced myself to stand still and enjoyed the sensations that the grass were causing inside my skull.
It was like the whole world revolved around the dark shadow between that kid's milk-white thighs. Finally, unable to resist any longer, I pulled the bedroom door half-closed behind me-just enough to let in only the right amount of light-then moved back to the sofa.
She started to get up.
"Stay where you are," I said, squatting down in front of her.
"The pill?"
"Right here, baby." I handed it over.
Rita grabbed it and tossed it into her mouth. She didn't even ask for something to wash it down with. I wasn't about to waste time getting anything, either.
She'd finished the joint, so I opened the box and lit another. "Want more hit?"
She sort of smiled at me through dreamy, heavy-lidded eyes and reached out for the stick. I let her take three long swallows before I pulled it away from her.
"You really dig all this shit, don't you?" I said, rubbing my fingers around her crotch outside her panties while I took a few tokes for myself.
"Whatever gets me high is what I dig," she said, matter-of-factly.
"Far out." I took another deep drag and shoved my hand inside her panties.
"Hey, take it easy!" she whined when my middle finger made contact with her pussy lips.
The tone of voice-that edge of discomfort-the knowing that I had this chick under my thumb, so to speak worked on me every bit as strong as the grass. I dropped the roach into the ashtray and grabbed a handful of thin, pink panties.
"Lift your ass up, let's get these off."
"Look, Bobbie, maybe we ought to talk this over. What do you say? I could jerk you off, or maybe even go down on you after a little while, but"
That was it. She was trying to worm her way out of getting fucked, and I knew what I was going to do. What I had always wanted to do without fully realizing it.
I ripped the panties right off her ass. They fell apart and shredded like tissue paper.
Rita gasped.
I grabbed her by the hair with my left hand and slapped her back and forth a couple of times across the face with my right.
"Now we both know where it's at, don't we, babe?" I snarled, shoving my face right up close against hers. "You want to be nice to me?
Fine. If not, I'm going to kick the shit out of you and fuck you anyhow. Now how is it going to be?"
Two big tears tumbled out of her eyes and rolled down her pretty cheeks. She didn't say a word.
"Okay. Now lift your heels up onto the edge of the pillows. I want to see that cunt. And fast!"
She did what I told her-and the most beautiful sight I have ever seen in my life came into view.
As Rita raised her heels onto the sofa, her thighs parted wide and presented me with a perfect view of her sweet, tight cunt.
I fell to my knees in front of her and started to lick the narrow slit. The more I ate her, the more I wanted to.
She was too high-or too scared-or both to really get into it, but at that point I didn't give a shit. I knew that my spit was going to make her hole wet enough even if she didn't turn on.
While I ate her out, I reached up and grabbed a handful of tit in each hand. I started to pull on her knobs like I was milking a cow, and, at the same time, I sucked out her snatch and lapped the insides of her thighs and her cute, round ass cheeks.
Suddenly, there was something else I needed at least for a few minutes.
I stood up and whipped out my prod.
"Eat it!" I commanded her.
Rita's eyes were dull but she didn't give me any backtalk. I could tell that she wasn't really inspired but I had enough juice going for both of us.
She took the head of my cock into her mouth and started to tongue around the tip for a few moments.
I grabbed her skull hard.
"Open your fucking mouth wide!"
She gulped-then did as I told her.
I filled her mouth with cock and then some. She choked a little 'cause I'm pretty big-but after a few minutes of getting used to it, she managed to take it all.
Man, was that ever a groove-sliding my stiff dick in and out of this beautiful, young face. Just the sight of my big poker diving up and down into her throat came near to taking me off-but you can be sure as shit I wasn't going to cheat myself out of the main event.
When I knew that one or two more sucks were going to pop my load, I pulled out of Rita's gorgeous mouth, leaned over and picked her up bodily.
"What are you doing, man?" she asked, in a voice that sounded sort of sleepy and far away.
Taking you into the bedroom to be fucked.
Before she knew what happened, I had Rita's legs up over her head-showing me that beautiful cunt hole again. The head of my dick was more than she could take without whimpering, but I wasn't about to stop for anything.
I'm telling you, Doc, for the first couple of minutes it was like her cunt was made out of iron, it was that tight. But you better believe I wasn't about to let anything stop me.
I rammed my cock for all I was worth, working my way inch-by-inch into her virgin pussy. The more she screamed and yelled, the harder I gave it to her.
Then, all of a sudden, I was in-ball deep.
Rita was crying and biting her lip, but I showed that chick no mercy. I shoved my cock in and out of her tom and bleeding cunt until I thought the top of my head was going to fly right off and splatter against the ceiling.
The load I shot must have been enough to fill a fish tank.
Then, I let the grass take over and I tripped off to sleep.
INTERVIEW TWO
The next time that I interviewed Robert, his manner was completely free of all hostility. He actually seemed anxious to continue his tale.
Smiling, he began again, as though occupying center stage before an adoring audience.
That was the only time that Rita really gave me any real resistance, Doc. I mean, she must have figured that once a cherry's busted there's no sense carrying on about it, right?
Actually, she and I had a real sweet working arrangement going between us, you might say.
I gave Rita her drugs.
And Rita gave me what I wanted.
And I mean everything!
I tell you, Doc-once you get into serious girl humping, it can become a very creative business-just like any other brainstorm a genius gets.
What I mean is this: After a while I had done just about everything I could think of doing with Rita. I mean, inside of a couple of weeks time I had her so well trained she was sucking me off and taking my cock even up the ass-like a real pro.
There was nothing that chick wouldn't do for me because, of course, I was supplying her with her fixes and a place to live. Like man, she was really my live-in slave!
And wow, did I dig it, too! I mean, there was nothing that we two didn't do. I would make her walk around the house bare-assed sometimes, for days at a time. I'd watch her tits bounce till I thought I was going to blow my nuts.
Then I'd make her fingerfuck herself, or sit down on the pot and take a piss while I watched the stuff stream out of her cunt. Once, I even made her suck me off while she was peeing in the john. Far out, right?
Then, I got this really groovy idea.
If this kind of no-holds-barred sex was dynamite with one young chick-what would it be like with two?
That's when I laid it on Rita-you know, like 'this is what you do or the party's over' kind of thing.
I told Rita that if she wanted her next fix, she had better do what I wanted. Like when I swapped her the pill for her blue jeans.
This was the deal: One fix for one young, pretty, junkie chick like herself. It was time for a threesome.
Far out, right?
You wouldn't believe what little Rita brought home with her, that night.
A dyke!
That's it, man-you heard me right. A real, honest-to-goodness horny lesbian who thought-now get this-that Rita's intention was to put the make on her herself.
Man, I almost split my gut laughing when I saw what the score was. Luckily for me-and, of course for Rita-the chick didn't look like she was queer. You know what I mean-no short, mannish haircut or drag clothes or anything like that.
Her name was Kim and she was Eurasian. Olive skin and shining, silky black hair and no more than five-foot two.
I almost creamed just looking at her.
She looked kind of surprised when the two of them came in through the front door and there I was, sitting on the sofa, bare-assed naked. But Rita, knowing the score-no pussy-no fix-took care of everything with one sentence.
"My friend Kim needs a couple of downers. I told her you'd be willing to help out."
"Sure thing, honey," I said.
And with that, I walked into the bedroom. Rita followed me inside and laid the truth on me. "She's gay," she said. "That's all I could find."
"Don't worry, babe-you did fine. Here, take these reds and get her started. Let her eat you out a little. I'll be in soon." I patted Rita on the ass. "Go on-I want to see some real action in about fifteen minutes."
Let me tell you, those fifteen minutes that I waited in the bedroom for Rita to warm Kim up seemed like the longest in my life. I could hardly wait to go outside and see what was happening.
And let me tell you the wait was worth it!
When I got back, those two chicks were on the rug. Now dig this, Doc-Kim, naked and shining with her own sweat, was on her hands and knees eating the living shit out of Rita's cunt. Her ass was high up in the air and her back was toward me-which gave me a fantastic view of the girl's pussy and asshole.
In no-time at all, my cock was pointing toward the ceiling and my balls were churning and ready to go.
I walked across the room very quietly, lit up a joint and sat down to watch the action for awhile.
Those two were so stoned they didn't even seem to realize I was in the room-which was just fine with me.
Let me put it this way-this Kim kid, even though she couldn't have been a day over seventeen, if that, had a tongue like nothing I'd ever seen. The damned thing was like a snake.
Over and over again I watched it coil out and slide all the way up inside Rita's twat.
And would you believe-Rita was really grooving on it? No shit-she must have been a closet lez all alongcause each time Kim sloshed her mouth around Rita's snatch, the blonde kid groaned and cried and bucked her hips and ass like there was no tomorrow!
I don't suppose I have to tell you how this little scene was turning me on, do I?
All of a sudden, Kim decided to do an around-the-world number on my little Rita.
She started at Rita's knees and kissed and licked her way up the inside of Rita's quivering thighs. When she got to that beautiful blonde pussy, she spread the lips far apart with her fingers and kissed the wet, slippery inside flesh.
I grabbed her into a bear hug and shoved for all I was worth. My dork was buried to the hilt.
"Get her fucking hands, Rita!" I called out.
Rita knew better than to disobey. In a few seconds, she was holding Kim's hands immobilized-while I fucked the shit out of her twat.
Then I got a little more inspiration. Suddenly, I pulled my cock out of Kim's pussy, spread her beautiful legs wide and forced her down flat on top of Rita's belly.
"You ever hear a kid scream bloody murder the first time she's fucked up the ass?" I called out to Rita.
"Uhuh," Rita answered, sounding kind of spaced out but still slightly interested.
I spread a little of her cunt juice into her crack.
"Listen then," I said.
And with that, I invaded Kim's tiny asshole with one swift lunge.
I'll tell you, Doc, it's a good thing I lived in a soundproof building. That girl yelled louder than a Macy's Day Parade.
And the more she screamed, the harder I fucked her up her ass.
"Get her mouth on your cunt," I said to Rita. "Maybe we can all three shoot some gizz this time."
You don't think so, right Doc?
Well, let me tell you-not only did Kim and Rita shoot a couple of loads that night-but our threesome became a kind of regular thing. There isn't a hell of a lot that you can't do to a chick and make her like it too-as long as she knows who is the boss.
And when it comes to giving orders in bed, yours truly is hands-down, the champ of all time.
CONCLUSION
Unfortunately, Robert wasn't far from wrong when he said that he'd discovered a foolproof method of having young girls at his disposal for any kind of perverted sexual behavior he wished. Much publicity about teenaged runaways and drug abusers has come to light, recently, and there is little more that need be said about it here.
Fortunately, however, one of Robert's victims was subsequently returned to the home of her parents. When she told of what had been happening in Robert's apartment, the police were called in and Robert was arrested.
It was my recommendation that Robert be placed, not in jail, but in some kind of psychiatric institution where he could be protected from his selfdestructive compulsions and where others could be protected from his violent outbursts.
Robert has since been committed to a State hospital. I hold very little hope that he will ever be fit for release.
GENERAL CONCLUSION
The act of rape, or any other violent behavior is a symptom and not a cause. Such behavior, though similar in many cases, has very different origins-as dissimilar as the rapists, themselves.
Unfortunately, the fear of stigma and public scorn prevents many women from coming forward and naming their attackers. And so, all too often, rapists remain free to strike again.
The public must, somehow, be brought to realize that the rapist is to be isolated from society, to be certain-but that he is also a human being-an extremely ill human being-who often doesn't realize the full import of what he does.
Rape is committed out of fear, out of rage, out of countless reasons that go far back into the upbringing of the rapist-himself, a victim of illness and distortion stronger than his own powers of reason and discrimination.
The pressures of living will always take their toll on minds unfit to cope with enormous stress. Still, through education and understanding, we can hope that someday there will be more effective methods of spotting violent tendencies in youth-when there is still time for treatment and cure.
Until then, there will always be victims. For when the mind is ill, it affects far more than the person in which it lives. It affects everything and everyone that person comes in contact with.
Let us hope that a cure will be shortly forthcoming.