There are many, many problems that young girls encounter while growing into womanhood, not the least of which are sexual advances from older and more experienced men.
Most of the time, these problems are solved on a somewhat agreeable level, but sometimes things can get out of hand and that is when much mental damage can be done to an innocent and helpless young female.
Rape, of course, is the worst of the crimes inflicted on them. That, accompanied with guilt at their response to the act can end up destroying some young girls healthy responses to sex.
When the rape takes place in a learning environment, this is even more tragic.
Darcy L., seventeen: "I didn't realize what they had in mind for me. I didn't know that if I truly wanted to be popular, I would have to fuck and suck every member of the team! The first time they just took me, and took me... " Marcia S., eighteen: "If I had known that the richest boy on campus was just taking me out so that he could have his way with me, I never would have gone. We were stuck in a snow storm, in his car, and I was trapped. I couldn't escape when he grabbed me and began tearing at my clothes... " Angela M., fifteen: "I'm not a bad girl, but they put me in reform school. I was so scared when the big, ugly man who was guarding me came into my cell and shut the door behind him. He unzipped his pants and approached me, the lust burning in his eyes... " Willow K., fourteen: "My Daddy was an art teacher. My Mommy didn't want to sleep with him anymore. When he crawled into my bed that night, I knew I wouldn't be able to stop him from doing what he wanted... "
CASE HISTORY ONE
SUBJECT: Darcy L. AGE: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
Since I began compiling these cases, I have tried to deduce why so many girls are first introduced to sex in a brutal and violent fashion.
There is no doubt that the girl's first time, if traumatic will tend to scar her for the future.
Rape, of course, is the most degrading form of sex initiation and all too prevalent today.
Darcy L. is a case in point. She is a rather shy girl. She sat in the large chair beside my desk, almost dwarfed by the piece of furniture. She was very pretty in that classical, fragile manner, with large round eyes and an enticingly full lower lip. She was quite snail, perhaps only five foot tall at best and wore what I would consider a rather old-fashioned dress for these times, that came well below her shapely knees. She self-consciously tugged it down as I glanced at her, and lowered her eyes in constant embarrassment.
She was obviously disturbed, suffering from some harsh and painful incident and I tried my best to put her at ease. I suggested she begin by telling me a little bit about herself, slowly working up to the reason why she was here.
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I know why I'm here, Doctor, I am here because I am a failure at being a person. I have never been popular and that's the end of that. Whenever I tried to be, something always went wrong. In fact, things kept going more and more wrong until I got where I am this day.
Oh, well, I suppose it really doesn't matter. I've been through enough lately that I don't think anything could bother me anymore. I am not just trying to be tough, I mean that.
You see, my parents never really wanted to have me. They had two kids already and my mother told me just a little while ago, that they hadn't planned on having a third one at all. You can imagine how important and loved that made me feel. I mean, I've even started feeling guilty for being born!
As far back as I can remember, I have always been out of place. Out of step. When my sisters were growing up, they were very active in sports and had a lot of friends. But then I came along, and I'm so small that I've never been good at any game, not any of them.
I went through grammar school and then got into high school never having played any games at all unless it was during gym class. I was always the last one picked, too. Even the heavier girls got picked before me. I guess the other kids figured they couldn't hit a ball any worse than I and if they did, they might really be able to hit it because they were big.
I know that this is all kid's stuff and not really important. I don't mean to sound like I'm crying on anybody's shoulder, but it did affect me, Doctor, it did. That's why I got into this mess in the first place. I just wanted to be popular, that's all, I just wanted to be popular!
Well, at any rate, I got into high school and I didn't have a single, real friend. I know a lot of young girls go out on dates at thirteen and fourteen these days, but I hadn't gone near a single boy until recently. I mean, here I am seventeen and I haven't had a date yet. I've been fucked all right, but" I haven't had a date yet!
It's not because my parents wouldn't let me go, either. My sisters went out before they turned thirteen. My parents gave them a lot of freedom and I could have had the same if I could have made any use of it. But nobody even looked twice at me until this year, and that's only because my damn body has started to fill out.
It's horrible, Doctor, when you are a girl and nobody cares about you. Nobody wants to take you out. That's depressing and I've cried myself to sleep plenty of times over it. I wanted to have a boyfriend so bad it hurt sometimes! I used to dream about boys and dates. I read all about sex. My sisters had these books I found hidden away one time and I just poured over them. Most of them I didn't understand very well, but I did learn about masturbation and after I tried that I really started to wonder about the subject. I don't want you to get the idea that I was thinking of sleeping around, either. I didn't intend to give up my virginity to just any person. I had my mind set on someone very special. I didn't know who that might be, but I knew I would recognize him the moment I met him.
What a dreamy little jerk I was. I sure didn't know much about life, that's for sure! But, getting back to my story. As I said, I didn't go out on dates and didn't play sports so all that was left to me was learning. I threw myself into school work and projects and kept my grades at the top of the class. Sometimes I think the girls thought I was stuck-up, but it wasn't that really. It was just that I was so scared and lonely and this was the only way to make myself noticed.
So I worked hard at school. I studied and studied but it didn't help the loneliness that I was feeling and when one of my teachers commented on me this fall, telling me that I had gotten very pretty over the summer, I couldn't believe it. She urged me to try out for the cheer-leading squad and after thinking about it hard for a week, I gathered up my courage and took a chance. I thought, what the hell, I can only get turned down.
Boy, the competition was fierce, there must have been fifty girls trying out for the two or three open spots on the squad. I didn't think I had a chance against those others. Most of them were taller, prettier and better coordinated than I was, but I didn't let that stop me. I had come this far, I might just as well see the whole thing through.
Later on, of course, I found out that they had purposely picked me over some of the better girls just to have somebody to appease their boyfriends. Yes, that's why they wanted me. They thought that because I was so lonely, I'd be willing to do anything to join the group, and fucking some of the boys was going to be the price I would have to pay.
But I didn't find that out until later. All I knew was that a few days after the try-outs, I got a note in my homeroom telling me I had been selected. I was so happy I thought I would die! I kind of just glided through the rest of the day on a cloud. I hardly heard anything that was said in all my classes and for the first time in years didn't take a single note all day long. I was supposed to meet the girls in the gym at the end of the day and I couldn't wait for the time to arrive.
I made my way down to the gym after school and sat in the bleachers watching the girls practice their cheers while the basketball team went through their workout. Since it was just the beginning of the year, nobody did very much and after about forty-five minutes of anxious waiting, the leader of the squad called me down to the floor.
"Now listen closely, Darcy," she told me, pulling me close to her and whispering in my ear. "One of the biggest things you have to do around here is impress the boys. They don't want just any girl cheering them on, she has to be the right sort of person for the job. We always allow the three most important jocks make the final decisions about any girl we choose. If you pass their test, you get the spot, if not, well, what can I say?"
I told her I understood and glanced across the room at the four boys that were standing there, nervously looking me over it seemed. I knew about them all. There was Mike, a quarterback for our football team; Steve, our number one swimmer; Rick, our basketball star; and finally, Mark, a track star. They were the cream of the crop and I was scared to death that they would think I was a jerk or something and reject me. I wanted to get on the squad in the worst way. I had seen enough of how popular and important the other girls were and I wanted desperately to be as highly thought of as they were.
Needless to say, I was really scared when Lois, the squad leader, took me over to meet the boys. I tried not to show it, however and said hello as calmly and brightly as possible.
Mike stuck out his hand first and I shook it, then all the others. He looked me up and down and smiled wickedly. "Well, Lois, looks like you have really out-done yourself this time," he said, whistling low and long. "I hope you gave her a little idea of what to expect."
Lois laughed and shook her head. "I thought I'd surprise her, But I did tell her that the most important thing is that you guys like her. I said she should be nice to you."
Steve laughed happily. "Good old Lois, always taking care of her boys. I'm glad you told her that, kid, because we all need someone being nice to us now and then, don't we?"
I was so dumb and so eager to be liked that I didn't even have the slightest idea what they were talking about. I just kind of chuckled along with the rest of them, hoping that my first impression on them was a good one.
Mike told Lois that he and the rest would take good care of me and then sent her away. "Come on, Darcy," he said, taking my hand. "We like to conduct our interviews in private."
I said I thought that was a good idea and I willingly followed him and the rest down the back stairs to the locker rooms in the basement. The locker rooms are just off the swimming pool and there is a small storage room behind them. Mike had a key for the tiny chamber and after making sure no one was around, he opened the door and let us all in, locking it behind us.
On the way down, Steve and Rick kind of got familiar, if you know what I mean. They had been running their fingers lightly over my dress, pressing my boobs and fondling my bottom, but I hadn't said anything about it, I just figured they were being playful and why start a fuss.
Once we got into the room, however, everything got serious. The door wasn't shut five seconds before Mike had grabbed me from behind, spun me around and was running his mouth over mine in a feverish kind of kiss. I squirmed and wiggled, trying to push him away and the rest of them were laughing softly under their breath.
"Just wanted to see what kind of kisser you are," Mike said after he let me go. "You aren't very good, but you'll learn with practice, it's important that you do, you know?"
I was rubbing my lips with the back of my hand, getting angry at such gall on his part. "Who said you could do that," I sputtered, shaking my head. "I didn't say you could kiss me, you know!"
Steve laughed again, his voice a harsh bark. "Listen kid, you want to be a member of the team, you got to play by the rules," he explained cruelly. "And part of that is making the players feel comfortable."
"Take off your clothes," hissed Rick, taking a threatening step forward in my direction. "I want a look at what we're going to be buying for the rest of the year!"
I stared at them with my eyes wide and my chin dropped. I couldn't believe what I had heard. "You must be crazy," I whispered in shock. "I don't have to do that for you!"
Mike sighed as if he had wasted enough time with me as it was. "I can see this little bitch is going to need some help," he groaned. He got up and walked over to where I was standing, shaking with rage. "I don't mind, one of you guys can handle the next one."
I backed away, a fear starting to churn in my tummy as he approached. I suddenly started to get an idea of what they wanted and it scared and repelled me. I tried to get past Mike, but he just laughed and caught my arm. I spun around, slapping him in the face and he backed off, a little surprised.
I ran to the door, twisting and turning the knob, forgetting that it was locked. In a moment the three of them were on me. Mike pinned my arms behind my back and hooked one of his big, thick legs around mine to hold me tight, It was like fighting a bear, all I could do was struggle helplessly in his grasp.
Swiftly Rick unbuttoned my blouse and pulled the folds of my garment out of the waist band of my shirt. I was wearing the sexiest thing I had, a tight, blue skirt that barely came to my knees and in a few seconds he had the buttons undone and the zipper down on that, too.
He pulled it free from my body and I squirmed helplessly in Mike's grasp while the other three paused to admire my body. My breasts rose and fell with my frightened breathing and my pussy throbbed against my tight panty hose and panties as I tried in vain to get free of the huge, bulky football player. "So far, so good," whistled Rick as he ran his eyes up and down my half-naked frame. "But, let's see the rest, huh? I'll take the bra, Steve, you get the rest!"
I screamed as he came near me again and tried to kick at him but Mike wrapped one big, massive arm around my neck and ordered me to shut up or else. "You wanted to be part of this, bitch," he growled. "Now quit fighting it."
I began to cry, my body quivering in fear and shame as Rick stepped forward again and reached behind my back, fumbling with the hooks to my bra. In seconds he had it free and it popped loose from my body, revealing my small breasts to their eager eyes.
"Nice tits," Rick whistled in delight. He ran his hand lightly over the tips of my nipples and in spite of my fear and embarrassment, they got real hard and -red right away. "Ummm, look at that, I think we have a hot one here, boys. Those nipples are already turned on!"
God, I felt as if I would die, but it had just begun. Now Rick came forward and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my panty hose and panties. He leaned forward a bit and quickly kissed the cleft between my tits, much to the amusement of the others, then he swiftly tugged on the rest of my underclothing, pulling them down to my feet.
I screamed in terror once again as he exposed me completely and my feet lashed out instinctively as he pulled the tangled garments from my toes. Now I was completely naked and trapped with all there of them in that tiny room.
At this point, Mike let me go and I ran to the door, sobbing, huddling against it trying to cover up my nakedness as much as possible. "Please, please let me out of here," I begged them. I looked from one to the other, hardly able to "see for all the tears in my eyes. "Please, please, I want to go home!"
Rick came up to me and pulled my arms away from my body, spinning me around in a circle so that the others could inspect every inch of me. "Good ass, nice box, great thighs," were some of the comments Mike made.
"Who's going first, who gets the cherry?" asked Steve, his voice low and serious. Now I really was scared. I knew what that meant and I was terrified. I started banging on the door again, screaming at the top of my lungs. Mark, the silent one so far,, came forward and pinned my arms behind my back, whispering softly in my ear as he held me tightly to his sweaty body.
"If I were you, I'd play along," he said in a quiet, calm tone of voice. "These guys can be really nasty when they want to. It won't do you any good, you have to give in, now."
Meanwhile, the other three had thrown fingers for me and Mike, of course, had won. "Bring her over here," he commanded the others. "Put her down on the mats!"
I moaned and cried out, kicking as the other two each grabbed one of my legs and carried me over to the pile of dusty mats that littered the floor at the other end of the tiny room.
Mark held my arms behind me, while both Rick and Steve spread my legs far apart. My pussy was wet with sweat and it glistened under the harsh glow of the high powered bulb overhead. I fought and struggled, but I was held too tightly to do anything else other than bounce and quake against the mats beneath me.
"Ummm, luscious little piece, isn't she?" chuckled Mike as he knelt down and ran his huge, thick hand over my body, pressing firmly with his palm from my neck to my crotch. "Jesus, guys, this bitch is really hot, she's got a fire in her pussy, I swear it!"
Ohh, Doctor, this wasn't at all like I had wanted it to be. I was sobbing wildly, thrashing about on the rough, hard mats, trying desperately to escape. I moaned as I felt Mike gripping and kneading my cunt, plucking at the sparse tufts of hair that barely covered my pussy.
I felt his hand exploring my thighs and cunt, pinching the tender lips of my pussy with a cruel and nasty grip. I gasped in pain but he didn't seem to notice, all he seemed to want to do was get the juice flowing inside of me. I turned my head away went he bent down for a kiss, but he took my chin between his fingers and ruthlessly brought my head back around.
"I'm getting a little tired of this cockteasing bullshit, bitch," he hissed, his foul, bad breath stinging my nostrils. "Now just settle down and get into the swing of things, all right?"
He pulled my mouth open and covered my lips with his own. His mouth tasted as bad as his breath smelled and I almost gagged when he pried my teeth apart and jammed his tongue into my mouth, slashing wildly at my own.
As he was kissing me passionately, his fingers roamed all over my body, pinching my nipples, squeezing my breasts, fondling my hot, damp mound. I wanted to curl up and die on the spot and I felt as if every part of me were being degraded.
He hungrily ran his mouth back and forth across mine, kissing me cruelly, his teeth nipping at my lips while his tongue continued to stab at mine. I shivered in shame and anger, aching to grab hold of his hair or something. I wanted to scratch his eyes out or kick him in the balls but I was completely under the control of the other three and they were not about to let me go.
Mike began to run his fingers up and down along my pussy, turning and spreading my cunt lips apart, getting his fingers slippery and wet with the lubricant that was now seeping from my aching pit. I sobbed wildly and screamed in shock as I felt him jam two of the hard prongs beyond my damp entrance.
God, Doctor, how horrible it was to feel those unwanted digits driving deep into my pussy, turning and scratching at my inner walls, exploring me without regard to how I felt or what I wanted.
I sobbed uncontrollably now, still fighting and struggling, but the energy swiftly flowing out of me as I realized the doomed position that I was in. I didn't want to even think about it, but I knew deep in my heart, that none of them were going to be content with merely touching and playing with my tits and cunt.
Slowly Mike buried his fingers in my womb, tapping them against the taut, unyielding membrane that was my virginity. I sobbed and pleaded with him as he tested the strength of the flesh, a ripple of pain tearing through my womb under his attack.
"Please don't, please," I pleaded with him as I watched him hurriedly unzipping his pants. "Ohh, God, don't rape me, don't! I'm a virgin, I'm a virgin! Don't, please, please don't!"
He just laughed at me, Doctor and told me I wouldn't have to be worried about that for very much longer. I watched in terror as he pulled his hard, thick cock from his pants. It was bigger than anything I could have imagined and I could see it throbbing powerfully in his palm, the engorged tip seeming to be about to burst.
"You're gonna love this meat, honey," Mike chuckled as he lifted himself over my legs and settled between my thighs. "Just wait until you feel this hard prick in you, you're gonna die from loving it, just die!"
I shut my eyes and cried out in fear and agony as I felt him slither the huge, hot tip of his cock up and down between my pussy lips. He grunted and used his fingers to spread them wide apart. I moaned and shuddered involuntarily, tensing up for the invasion of his cock in my tight, virginal pit.
I was quivering violently when I suddenly felt him thrusting forward, pushing the massive, hard head of his shaft beyond my cunt lips. I screamed as he entered me, forcing my womb wide apart, the pain stinging and burning to the depths of my loins. He was so big I didn't think I could take him in me, but he grunted with the effort and after adjusting himself, drove forward a bit more, pushing his dick hard against my taut maidenhead.
I groaned with the rolling pain that kept coming over me. My cunt seemed to pulsate wildly around his prick and my muscles were fluttering out of my control. I sighed in hope as he pulled back a bit, removing the huge, fat shaft from my taut tunnel.
"Nice and tight, men, just the way we like them," Mike laughed, curling his fingers around my small, round ass, digging them hard into my spongy cheeks. "Now hold her good, guys, I'm gonna bust her!"
I started to beg once more, but before I could get two words out, Mike thrust himself forward and slammed his cock down into me, tearing through my hymen in one swift, vicious stroke, taking my virginity away from me before I ever had a chance to plead with him not to.
I screamed in agony and shuddered violently as his prick buried itself in my loins and he lay his full weight down upon me. I felt crushed by his body and my cunt burned with pain as his cock throbbed powerfully in my aching pussy. I could not see anymore for the tears in my eyes and I could hardly believe that this horrible thing was happening to me.
The other three held me in place, none of them showing the slightest concern for my condition or feelings. I felt like nothing more than a piece of meat as Mike began to pump his cock in and out of my cunt, twisting and turning, grinding his prick hard against my raped womb.
His hands squeezed my bottom cruelly, the fingers kneading and gripping my cheeks so hard that more pain was added to the ache I already was feeling in my cunt. His mouth mashed hard against my own, his wet, vile lips hungrily kissing mine with a passion that made me gag.
I still fought him, I had that much left of my will and dignity, but I more and more felt as if it was useless to struggle anymore, now that I had lost what I had prized so dear.
Harder and faster he slammed his thick, hot shaft into my womb. I felt the hard prong shuddering violently against my pussy walls, and it seemed as if the huge shaft were burning white-hot in the depths of my aching pit.
I cried and sobbed, trying desperately to pull my cunt away from his prick, but of course that was impossible. With his fingers clutching my buttocks and the other boys holding me tightly, my arms and legs spread wide, there was nothing I could do but endure the horrible attack.
More and more his cock seemed to expand against my taut, damp tunnel. My pussy felt as if it were going to be torn apart by the thickness of his shaft and the force with which he was fucking me.
"Yeah, baby, yeah," he sighed, quaking violently within me. "That's good, bitch, that's real good! Ahhh, do I ever like this tight pussy! Ummm, boy, hot and tight, just the right size!"
He rammed his prick into me once again and I quaked under the impact of his hard, violent thrust. I sensed he was approaching his climax and I prayed that this would soon be over. All I wanted to do was get free of them. I could think of nothing else, now, but my shame and despair, and the constant pain that throbbed in my loins.
"Ahh, yeah, here I come, baby," Mike groaned, burying his cock to the hilt in my pussy, the thick, burning shaft pounding against my inner walls. "Ummm, yeah, gonna come so good, baby, gonna come real good!"
He gasped once more and shuddered violently as the orgasm tore through him. I felt a steaming, hot wad of come burst from his shaft and sear my aching pussy walls with its creamy fire. Spurt after spurt of the sticky fluid shot from his prick and his moans and shudders continued as he bucked and pumped the exploding rod in and out of my virginal cave.
It seemed to go on and on, and I felt as if it would never end. I had never been so abused and degraded in my life, and when he finally sighed a final breath of pleasure, and withdrew the still quaking shaft from my tortured chamber; I rolled away from him and drew myself into a ball, sobbing quietly, quivering with pain and humiliation.
* * *
Darcy bowed her head and began to cry, and I allowed her to sob in the chair for awhile. Her little body was quivering with the sorrow she was experiencing, so as gently as possible, I suggested we end our session at this point. I asked her to return the following week at the same time, so that we might pick up the rest of the story and make some decisions afterwards.
INTERVIEW TWO
When Darcy returned the following week, she was not in a better frame of mind. She told me she had been thinking about everything all week long, and I could tell that she was quite troubled by her thoughts.
I knew that wasting any more time brooding about it would be bad for her, so I suggested that she get right back into her story, without any further delay. She sat in the same chair, trying to keep control of herself, her voice quaking as she resumed the story.
Well, Doctor, I wish that I could say that that was all that happened that afternoon. I wish I could say they left me alone after that, but of course they didn't. And, what is worse, I am afraid what happened next wasn't exactly what you might imagine.
After Mike had finished, and I was still lying on the mats, a trickle of blood seeping from my aching womb, my arms wrapped around my body as I cried, I was praying that it was over. But, of course, I was wrong. Things were just beginning.
Rick crawled over to me and turned me over on my back. He smiled down at me and ran his hands over my boobs, squeezing and fondling them. "Ahh, watching Mike has gotten me a little horny, baby," he said, chuckling wickedly. "Now I think I'm gonna have to do something about that!"
I couldn't believe that anyone would be so callous and cruel to want to use me after what # I had just been through. It shocked and hurt me to see his head bending down to mine, his lips caressing my own with greedy wanting.
I wanted to fight, but all my will and strength were gone now, and I couldn't gather up a bit of energy at all. I just lay there quivering, feeling his hungry mouth moving back and forth across my own. I hated him and myself for allowing this shame and hurt to go on, but there was no way to stop any of them any longer.
I felt his hand riding over my pussy, gripping and squeezing my damaged box, the fingers playing excitedly with my swollen cunt petals. I sobbed a bit, pleading with him in a weak voice not to hurt me anymore, but I doubt he even heard me.
He must have been a lot more experienced with girls, or at least had done some reading, for his touch was much gentler than Mike's and it did not hurt my aching pussy as much as the other boy's hands had. Lovingly he rode his fingers up and down along the cleft between my still moist petals, and to my surprise, my weak and battered body began to respond.
Here's where the horrible part comes in, Doctor. Here's where I started to feel like absolute shit. As his fingers danced and played about my pussy, lightly teasing and caressing my genitals, I began to feel a kind of liquid warmth in my loins that I knew was passion. It was a more intense and vibrating sensation than what I had felt during masturbation. As he took his free hand and returned it to my breasts, I felt them tingling in anticipation, and to my horror, I began to realize that, as much as I shouldn't, and didn't want to, I was enjoying it.
Ohh, God, I wish I could have died right then! I started to sway and shiver against the mats, groans of pleasure- escaping my lips. My mouth was dry with the aching sensations that I was feeling in my loins, and my pussy was starting to grow warm and wet despite the pain that still throbbed within me from the cruel rape of just moments before.
"I knew you'd get off on this, baby," laughed Rick in a thick, tight voice, his own passion beginning to grow feverishly. "Just you wait, you're going to be screaming in pleasure in just a little while, baby! You see, old Rick knows how to take care of a girl!"
That must have been true because I was no longer just accepting his caresses and attentions, I was responding to them willingly with my body. Though my mind screamed at me with disgust to do something, I could not seem to ignore the powerful urges that were building in my flesh.
I quivered violently as his hand cupped my hot, aching hillock and he slithered a single finger into my tight, wet pit. My cunt seemed to quake with passion and I thrust my pussy up against the probing digit, driving it further into my battered chamber.
He laughed happily, turning and flicking the invading prong until he had buried it deep inside of me and was lazily scratching at my inner walls. God, the waves of pure delight that seemed to roll through my womb. He pressed his narrow, soft thumb down on my clit and it burst to life under his touch, tingling against the gently rubbing knob.
His other hand kneaded and gripped my tits, squeezing them gently, rubbing his fingers around my nipples until they were a rosy pink and as hard as two tiny pebbles.
"Yes," I found myself gasping wildly, thrusting my cunt and chest against his hands, urgently. "Yes, yes! Ohhh, God damn you, it's so good! Please, stop, ohhh, please don't make me feel this good! Stop, ohhh, God, stop, it's too nice, too nice!"
Of course, Rick had no intention of stopping. He caught my nipple and my clit between his thumbs and forefingers and rolled the two, tender nuggets back and forth until twin sensations of stinging pleasure were attacking my flesh and I was breathing rapidly with passion, quivering and sighing as the delights raced through me.
He pumped his finger in and out of my cunt with rhythmic strokes that seemed to carry me higher and higher into ecstasy. I had never felt this good before. All the times I had played with myself meant nothing compared to what I was experiencing now. I shuddered and screamed softly, the sobs of pleasure no longer disguised as the boy continued to play with my aching pit.
From the corner of my eye, I could see Steve watching us intently, his hands clutched at his groin, kneading the thick bulge in the front of his pants. Something in my glance must have given him an idea, for he quickly unzipped his trousers and withdrew his thick, long shaft.
He made his way over to me and knelt beside me, his cock dangling in the air. He said nothing, but merely smiled and reached down, taking my wrist. I did not fight him, but allowed him to press the hot, throbbing prick into my fist. I gasped as I felt the fevered blood pounding in his rod, making the massive prong quake violently against my fingers. I began to knead and caress the huge member, thrilling now, to the powerful force that roared through the shaft.
I was beside myself now and could no longer control my actions. I am ashamed to say that I frantically reached out and fumbled with the zipper to Rick's shorts, eager to have his prick in my other hand. In moments I wiggled the tight garment free and was now firmly gripping two pounding cocks at the same time.
Both of the boys shivered in spasms of delight as I squeezed and massaged their tools. I pinched the thick, engorged heads of their shafts between my thumbs and forefingers and they almost leaped away with me in delight.
How could I enjoy this, Doctor, how could I? I didn't care anymore about having been raped. All I wanted was the experience of their pricks and whatever they intended to do with them. I groaned as Rick resumed his assault on my pussy, and my boobs quivered pleasingly when Steve bent down and pressed his thin, soft lips to them.
I found myself experimenting with rhythmic pumping actions on their cocks. Up and down I drove my hands against their warm, throbbing flesh. I loved the way each stroke I took seemed to drive them crazy with delight, and my heart seemed to warm up and get cosy when I thought about making them feel this good.
Rick powered his fingers back and forth against my aching pussy walls, turning and driving them as deeply as possible into my steaming tunnel. My cunt still hurt a bit from Mike's cruel assault, but more and more, the pleasure was replacing the pain and I could not deny my lust any longer.
I gripped their cocks tightly in my hands, twisting and turning them, tugging on them hard. The two boys were moaning loudly now, both of them shuddering involuntarily with the tremors and spasms of lust they were experiencing.
Steve kissed and lathered my tits with his lips and tongue, jabbing the pleasing spear between my boobs in a teasing fashion. I felt the delicious tingle and warmth of his mouth caress and I moaned softly, rocking and swaying under their attack.
When Steve caught my nipple between his teeth and began to suck greedily on my quivering mounds, I felt a fiery need in my loins and I hungrily drew his cock toward my mouth without even thinking about it.
He was quite surprised, of course, and he shuddered spasmodically as I pursed my lips and tenderly kissed the thick, hot tip of his mighty tool. He gasped with pleasure and thrust his cock against my teeth, moaning and sighing under my loving kisses.
"Ohh, Jesus, baby, yeah," he sighed, quivering as I ran my tongue around the rim of his helmet. "Ohh, wow, yeah, work on it baby, work on it! Do my cock, you sweet bitch, do it good!"
I am ashamed to say that by then, I needed little encouragement to continue. I licked and lathered his flesh with my tongue, slithering it around and over every inch of the quaking shaft. He rocked and bucked uncontrollably, his prick crashing against my lips again and again under his violent spasms of lust.
As I worked my way down along his shaft, nibbling with my teeth, kissing the fevered prong lovingly, I felt Rick moaning and quaking as I continued to pump my hand up and down on his hot, pounding manhood.
"Ahh, I gotta put it in you now, baby," he groaned in a thick, tight voice. "I can't wait any longer, I just can't wait! You're so hot and wet, honey, I know it's gonna be good, I just know it!"
Excitedly I pushed him toward my thighs. I quickly ran my mouth down to the root of Steve's cock and slithered my lips over his hot, trembling ball bag. The hard sack was damp with sweat and passion and as I opened my mouth and sucked the taut container between my teeth, I felt him quaking so violently that I thought he might go out of control.
I'm sure neither of them expected so much passion on my part, they seemed a little confused by it in fact. But I didn't care about that. I was sucking on a marvelous pair of balls, now, and a huge, hot cock was going to be inside me soon, and that was all that mattered.
Quickly, Rick slithered between my thighs, pulling his cock from my greedy grasp. He guided it to the damp, fluttering petals of my pussy lips and I moaned in pleasure as I felt the huge, throbbing head riding up and down between them.
I bucked forward involuntarily, driving the engorged head beyond my aching entrance. This time the invasion sent shivers of delight, rather than pain, through my loins and I could not help myself from trying to gather more of the hot, pounding tool into my aching tunnel.
I sucked hungrily on Steve's balls. I slapped them back and forth against my cheeks with my tongue and chewed on his hairy bag with my teeth. He quivered and sighed with overwhelming pleasure, his hard, burning nuts throbbing passionately in my mouth.
"Ooo, suck them, baby, suck my balls," he groaned, bucking his groin against my eager mouth. "Suck them hard, baby, yeah, suck them hard!"
As I hummed a tune against his flesh, sending pleasing vibrations through his tortured stones, Rick was turning and twisting his cock inside of me, slowly forcing it to the depths of my tight, willing cave.
I could take little more of this pleasure and I pulled my mouth from Steve's balls and thrashed under Rick's pleasing invasion. "Fuck me, fuck me," I gasped, thrusting my cunt hard against the plunging tool. "Ummm, yes, yes, fuck me hard! I need it, fuck me hard!"
God, Doctor, I was disgusting. I drove my pussy up against his groin and thrilled to the feeling of his cock burying itself to the hilt in my aching cave. I wanted nothing more than for him to fuck me so hard I couldn't stand it, and I was equally as willing to suck Steve's cock at the same time.
I quickly ran my lips back up along his pounding shaft, nibbling and kissing as I went along, not bothering to wait for him to ask me to do anything. I made an oval with my lips and gently sucked the huge, thick head of his prick between my petals and locked my teeth around the rim of his shaft.
He cried out in delight, shivering spasmodically as I lathered the hot tip of his prong with my tongue and sucked lovingly on the trapped helmet. I could feel his prick throbbing wildly in my mouth and I relaxed my throat muscles in anticipation of his shaft.
Greedily, he drove forward, slithering the huge, hot prong into my tight, warm tunnel. I tried as hard as I could to accept the thick member into my throat. I loved how it felt disappearing down my canal, throbbing violently, the warm flesh beating against my taut interior.
Rick, too, was feeling the overwhelming desires churning in his loins and he clutched my ass tightly in his fingers and ground his belly hard against my own, rocking and swaying his manhood deliciously inside of me.
Now all three of us were caught up in the passion and lust we were feeling. I sucked the rest of Steve's cock into my mouth and bore down on the shaft as it slithered to the depths of my throat.
Hungrily I began to pump the rod in and out of my mouth, my fingers kneading and caressing his balls, as I bobbed my head back and forth against the marvelous prong that was invading my oral cavity.
Rick now began to pump his cock in and out of my pussy with a slow, rhythmic force. It was such a wonderful sensation. I squirmed and quaked beneath the driving tool, all the while sucking and blowing on the other prick that was riding in and out of my mouth.
The sensations I was experiencing swirled and danced against my flesh with a more pleasing force and delight than I have ever known. I had both boys almost sobbing with pleasure as they worked on my flesh, pumping their cocks hard against my mouth and pussy.
Faster and harder the two lovely spears rammed into me. I could think of nothing now but the violent, urgent wanting I was having and the thrill of their manhood attacking my willing flesh.
I bore down on Steve's cock, tugging my head from side to side, sucking and licking every marvelous inch of his cock. I dragged my teeth along the burning flesh, making him almost scream with pleasure.
Rick continued to drive his cock harder and faster along my pussy walls, turning and twisting the plunging tool as he went along, making me gasp and shudder with each marvelous, delicious stroke of his mighty spear.
All three of us were caught in the aching throes of pleasure now, and crying out in delight. The room was thick with a steaming funk from our lust and echoing with our sounds and cries.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," I chanted, bucking my pussy up to meet his plunging spear. "Oooo, it's so good, so nice and good! Harder, Rick, fuck me harder and harder and harder!"
"Ohh, baby, you're good," Rick sighed, shivering and grinding his dick inside of me. "So very good, so fucking good! Ohh, baby, yeah, yeah!"
Steve's cock shuddered in my mouth and throat as he gasped and moaned his pleasure and delight. "Suck it, honey, suck my cock so nice," he groaned, thrusting the huge prong deep into my taut throat. "Yeah, baby, suck it good! You suck so fucking good, honey, so damn good!"
All of us seemed to be growing tighter and tighter, as if someone was wrapping a thick, hard cord around our bodies. I felt my pussy grow tense in anticipation and I screamed my pleasure as my orgasm came closer to its explosion.
Rick's cock was throbbing wildly in my cunt and from the way he was gasping and quaking against my body, I could tell that he was nearer a wild climax himself. He drove deep into my pussy and shivered violently as a sudden, powerful eruption went off in the depths of his loins.
"I'm coming, baby, I'm coming right now," he cried in a strangled voice, the hot come spurting from his rod and searing my inner walls. "Ummm, yeah, uh-huh! Coming good, baby, coming in you now, real good!"
The force and power of his orgasm, mingled with the teasing sensation of his come spurting violently inside of me, made me ache and shudder and feel my own needs reach a feverish pitch. I screamed softly against Steve's fiery flesh as the orgasm tore through my loins and my own come burst and swirled around Rick's sticky fluid.
"Ohhh, God, ohhh, God," I sobbed, my voice muffled by the huge cock assaulting my mouth. "I'm coming so nice! Oooo, it's wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!"
I shuddered uncontrollably, screaming and crying, the tears pouring down my face as my climax rippled through my aching loins. Again and again the spasms of pleasure raced through me and I bore down on Steve's cock, determined to bring him off as soon as possible.
Rick and I continued to shiver and thrash on the mats as I sucked harder on the thick prong that was riding furiously in and out of my mouth. I moaned and quaked and lathered the shaft, feeling the prong vibrating ever harder against my throat walls.
The boy groaned in a low, harsh tone and a violent spasm tore through him as his boiling come suddenly spurt from his prick and I desperately gulped and swallowed the thick, creamy fluid.
The three of us thrashed about the mats so violently that it was a wonder we didn't hurt each other. The orgasms went on and on, until I thought I would die from so much overpowering pleasure. Finally Rick rolled away from me and Steve pulled his cock from my mouth, and the three of us just lay there, moaning and sobbing with the final tremors of lust that tingled in our loins. You know what I'm going to tell you next, don't you, Doctor? After that, they didn't have to ask me anymore. They didn't have to command me, I did anything they wanted. Ohh, God, Doctor. I have fucked and sucked over fifty boys since then! I can't seem to stop, I can't! Please, please help me, Doctor! Tell me what's wrong with me, please! Tell me, tell me, tell me!
CONCLUSION
At this point the girl broke down again. I gave her something to calm her nerves and when she recovered enough to listen to me, I tried to explain her feelings and actions to her.
It was obvious that her desperate need to be loved and cared for drove her to accept these cruel attacks on her. She was so lonely that she would do anything for affection and that is why she responded to the boys.
I told her that given time, she could come to realize that she had more to offer than a willing body. As she got older, men would see her differently, I explained, and the best thing she could do right now was avoid any more contact with the people at school than was needed. I assured her that she was quite healthy and really did not have to be worried or ashamed about herself at all.
CASE HISTORY TWO
SUBJECT: Marcia S. AGE: Eighteen
INTERVIEW ONE
So often girls do not realize their own feelings and responses to events. There are many, many cases of rape that are not even understood as such to many young girls. Sometimes they can be raped and not even feel anger about it. Only guilt. Marcia S. is a case in point.
The first time she came to see me, I was surprised at her manner. She was cool, calm and seemingly in control of every aspect of her life. She wore a smart, trim, flight suit that clung to her attractive figure in an enticing fashion. She was a tall, leggy girl and moved with a very graceful manner. At first glance, one would never know how deeply troubled she was.
She sat on my couch, relaxed and comfortable, betraying no concern or worry about talking to me. When she spoke, she never once lost her composure or calm, however much I could tell that what she was saying to me was hurting her quite badly.
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I feel rather strange in talking to you, Doctor, I want to admit that. You see, I have always prided myself on being in control of my life. My father died when I was quite young and my mother had to work to support us. I missed having the constant attention of parents, but I did feel warmth and love from my mother, so it's not as if I had an empty childhood.
I grew up independent, having to take care of myself, and I like it that way. I never thought I would end up the slave of some man I don't even like. It is confusing and worrying me to no end and that is why I am here. I want to put an end to all of this before I get more screwed up than I already am.
As I said, I grew up on my own and glad of it. I liked taking care of myself. I enjoyed cooking what I wanted to eat and having to be aware of my own needs. I never had the slightest doubt that I would go to college and become a career woman. From the first day at school I could tell that making my own living was what I wanted to do. I saw my mother, and though she was lonely, she was full of respect for herself. Next to her, the married, housewife friends of hers seemed more fucked up and miserable than my mom ever was, and they had men!
I won't say I didn't like men. Even in school I was attracted to boys, though I had little time for dates with all my studying. However, when I went out, I was always having to fight off their greedy, little hands, and that's probably why I didn't go out very often. I didn't like them pawing at me at all. I would just as soon stay home and masturbate.
Yes, I learned about sex at an early age. My mother had a number of casual affairs and she taught me that sex was healthy and important. She made sure I knew as much as possible as I was growing up. She didn't want me to get the wrong ideas about it, or find myself in some trouble I couldn't get out of.
By the time I got to college, I was still a virgin, but I wasn't dumb concerning sex. I was sure that when the moment was right, I would be ready. I had done almost everything else by then. I had experimented with a number of boys. I had petted and kissed and even achieved an orgasm once or twice at then-hands. Once I even brought a boy off with my fingers and it hadn't repulsed me, though it did seem a rather messy way of going about things.
When I got to college, though, I made the decision that I wasn't going to make-out anymore. It was too frustrating for both myself and whoever I was with and I didn't want the hassle of anybody pressuring me to have sex. I felt that I would just stay away from men until I found someone I could feel comfortable enough to go to bed with.
That worked out just fine all last semester. I was so busy getting involved in my work and all the marvelous new and different aspects of college life, that I hardly had time for outside activities at all. It was near mid-term before I even went out with anyone.
His name was Brent and he wasn't exactly my idea of an ideal man. He didn't look bad and certainly wasn't mean or petty, but he had some weird idea about school and life that I just couldn't buy.
He was quite rich and had been driving his own car since he was about sixteen. At the moment he had a beautiful sports car that his family had given him as a going away present. I was amazed that he had bothered coming to a small town college like we were attending and I often asked him why he was here.
He told me that he didn't want to have to work too hard in school. "I'm here for fun," he would explain. "There will be plenty of time after I graduate for work. Once I get done, my old man is going to put me in the business and work my ass off, I know!"
It kind of made me mad to see someone so lucky that they didn't have to worry about their grades, and I guess that's why I wonder why I got involved with him at all. We are so un-alike that it seems crazy that we'd even go out once, much less a number of times before the bad thing happened.
I only went out with him, honestly, because he had many interesting friends and contacts in the business world. I did not ever think of him as a lover and since he never made a pass at me until that night, I think it never crossed my mind that he would want to sleep with me.
But this one evening, just before finals last semester, all that changed. It was snowing, I remember and very cold. We went to a movie about thirty miles away in the city and were on our way home, trying to see through the blizzard that had began while we were in the theater.
Neither of us were worried, however, for there were plenty of motels we could stop at along the way if it got too bad. It's strange, because however romantic the situation was, I didn't feel any of that at all. In fact, even the idea of spending the night with him at a motel didn't titillate me, I assumed we would get separate rooms.
Well, the snow got worse and worse and finally Brent pulled the car off to the side of the road when it would be safe. He let the engine idle, explaining that we would wait awhile to see if things cleared up.
He had a tape deck and plenty of tapes and the music would be nice, he said. He also had some marijuana and a small bottle of wine in the glove compartment. I had only just started trying grass and it had a powerful effect on me. He had gotten high before the movie, but I couldn't do that, I wouldn't have been able to understand it if I had.
I had no idea, of course, that he had anything on his mind but getting a little stoned and listening to music while we waited for the snow to settle down. I agreed to the idea and quickly began to share the cigarette he offered me. We passed the acrid smoke back and forth until it was done, then settled back in our seats, letting the soothing, pleasing affects of the weed ripple through our systems.
He handed the bottle of wine back and forth and listened to the rather soft and mellow music fill the car with its comforting sounds.
If I am painting a sensual picture of the scene, I don't mean to. I still thought only of the time we would have to wait and so it surprised me when he edged nearer to me, his hand scraping slightly along my thigh.
I was wearing a matching blouse and skirt, the bottom part of which had kind of ridden up my leg and exposed my thigh at mid-point. I wasn't paying all that much attention to his fingers. His touch was light and not insistent and the sensation of his digits riding gently back and forth through my panty hose was pleasing, I will admit.
"You know, I've always been turned on by you, Marcia," Brent said in a quiet voice, not bothering to hide his emotion. His hand now curled around my thigh and began to knead and massage it insistently. "I have always felt you were my kind of woman, you know? I mean, I can tell you'd be very good in bed if you'd only loosen up a bit."
At this point, Doctor, I began to get alarmed. My lower body felt too loose and warm for my comfort and his voice was no longer light and conversational. Absently, yet firmly, I brushed his hand away from my thigh and straightened up in my seat.
"I think we ought to try going on," I said in a firm, even tone of voice, staring determinedly into his eyes. "You and I both know what all this can lead to, and we don't want that, do we?"
I thought, foolishly, that that would do it. I was totally taken by surprise when, instead of doing as I suggested, he moved even closer toward me, pinning me against the door and the seat.
I could smell his after-shave and a faint trace of the wine he had drunk and I tried to turn my head away from his seeking lips. I felt them slithering across my cheek greedily searching for mine and I put my hands on his chest, trying to push him away.
"Come on, now, Brent," I said in a tight voice, shoving and pushing at him as he leaned into me. "Don't start something we are both going to feel bad about later. We've had a nice time up until now, don't spoil it!"
He just laughed and then I gasped in shock as I felt his hand clasp my breasts, his fingers frantically kneading and massaging my small mounds. "Fuck you, bitch," he hissed, mashing his mouth against mine in a wet, sloppy kiss. "I've been cockteased by you long enough! This time we're going to accomplish something!"
I still wasn't scared at that point, just annoyed that he would have the nerve to say and do these things to me. I bit his working lip with my teeth hard enough to draw blood and he yelped in pain and leaped back from me a bit.
"Now stop it," I said harshly. He was holding his fingers to his slightly bleeding lips, looking at me in amazement. "I can defend myself if I have to," I added grimly, hoping that he would be warned off.
"Why you little cunt," he growled. His hand shot out and he slapped me so hard across the cheek that my head slammed back into the window and I saw stars for a few seconds. "You're going to pay for this shit, whore!"
I blinked my eyes to clear them, struggling to get my breath and wits about me. Once again he slapped me viciously and through the pain I felt, I suddenly began to get very frightened.
His mouth was over mine once more and I began to punch and squirm under the weight of his body as he crushed himself against me. I felt his tongue jabbing insistently at my tightly clenched teeth, then suddenly, he yanked my jaw open with his hand and drove his tongue into my mouth. The sensation was horrible as he slashed at my own tongue with his and I felt like gagging under his attack.
His fingers were all over me, pulling on the buttons to my blouse, slithering up along my inner thighs. I clasped my legs tightly together and pushed at his other hand with my own. He took hold of my wrist and twisted it painfully until I cried out in pain.
"Please stop, Brent, please don't do this anymore," I begged, the feeling of worry and fear creeping through my belly and loins. "I... I'll forget all about it, honest I will. Don't do any more, Brent, please, please, don't!"
I was pleading passionately now, no longer trying to cow him. I just wanted him to stop and anyway I could accomplish that was fine with me. But he had no intention of stopping now.
He pinched the soft, spongy flesh of my inner thigh cruelly in his fingers and I screamed with the pain, my legs jerking open and shut spasmodically. His other hand now returned to my blouse and he was tearing the buttons loose, now, not caring whether he ripped the garment or not.
I heard one, then another button fly loose and hit the front window and then he was pulling the folds of my blouse free from my skirt and spreading them apart. My breasts were rising and falling rapidly now, from fear and worry, and I could just see his greedy eyes feasting upon the small globes.
Cruelly he hooked his fingers into the front of my halter and ripped it down from my tits. I screamed as the metal hooks that held the bra shut tore across the flesh of my back before they parted. He tugged and pulled until he was able to tear the flimsy halter completely from my body and expose my quivering boobs.
I tried to cover myself up with my hands but he brushed them away in contempt and quickly clasped one hand over a trembling mound.
"Stop, stop it," I groaned, feeling guilty and ashamed at this ruthless assault on me. I started crying, hitting at him with my fists, kicking and squirming with my legs. "God, don't do this Brent! Don't make me get you into trouble!"
"You're the one that's in trouble, bitch," he laughed in response. "If you don't get into this, I don't care, because I'm having you whether you like it or not!"
Now I was really scared. I doubled my efforts against him but it seemed to have little affect. His grasping fingers kneaded and massaged my breasts, his thumbs pinching my nipples, rolling them back and forth until they were as hard and erect as two small stones.
I clawed at him with my fingernails but it seemed to do no good. He just laughed off my meager actions and went right on with what he wanted to do. My boobs ached with his violent attack on them and my pussy tingled with fear as I felt his hand diving between my thighs, forcing them apart.
I just couldn't believe that this was actually happening to me. I bit his lip again, then I felt his fingers tightening around my throat, choking off my air, making me gasp urgently.
"Now you listen to me, bitch," he hissed in a nasty, almost crazy tone of voice. "If I have to, I will knock you out to fuck you, do you want that? I don't think so. I'd rather have you awake, but I'm going to have you, understand? I'm going to fucking have you, cunt!"
I was terrified. I couldn't get any air and I struggled and moaned in fear until he released his grip and returned his hand to my tits. His other hand was now pressing and rubbing against my cunt mound. He pushed and kneaded my aching hillock, his fingers jamming hard against my pussy lips, forcing them to part unwillingly against the stiff prongs and the material of my underwear.
I screamed loudly as he gathered up the spongy fabric of my panty hose and began to tug viciously at the garment, trying to rip it from my loins as he had my bra from my breasts.
I was helpless against him. He was stronger than I had ever realized and totally caught up in what he was after. I sobbed as I heard my panty hose rip into shreds and felt the tattered remains fall against my knees. Now he hooked his fingers into the crotch of my panties, and though I locked my thighs tightly together, he easily tore them free from my flesh and threw them aside in disgust.
Now my body was naked and defenseless under his greedy hands and eager mouth. His lips ran over mine, kissing and sucking passionately, his tongue slashing at my teeth. He drove his hand between my thighs once again and dug his fingers deep into my flesh, making me scream loudly and unwillingly part them for his pleasure.
Cruelly he began to pinch and knead my damp, trembling cunt lips. My pussy was wet, now, with a juice that came from fear rather than passion, but he did not care. All that mattered to him was that I was moist enough for his purpose and in moments those ugly, offensive fingers were slithering up and down between my cunt petals, spreading them apart, tugging and pinching them greedily.
Oh, Doctor, if I had only known what he would do, if I had only known! I was not prepared for any of this! I thought rape only happened in dark alleys or abandoned buildings. I never suspected that someone I knew would attack me.
All I could do now was try my best to keep him away from me. His hands were all over my flesh, now, squeezing and caressing my hot, slippery cunt, cupping and fondling my aching tits. He pinched my nipples until they stung with pain and crushed my poor boobs in his hands.
After a few seconds he took hold of my wrist and rudely pulled my hand down to his pants. I felt him pressing my palm against the hard, throbbing bulge in the front of his trousers and I was repelled by a cock for the first time in my life.
"Take it, you cunt," he gasped, angry and full of desire. "God damn you, bitch, take it now! I want you to play with my prick, baby, play with it until it's ready for your cunt! Come on, bitch, before I beat the shit out of you!"
I stifled a sob, my mind reeling and my body shuddering violently. I groaned and fumbled with his zipper, hoping that if I played along, I might yet be able to save my virginity.
Hungrily he spread my cunt lips apart and jammed two fingers inside of me. What a horrible sensation, Doctor! To have your body so ruthlessly invaded without any thought or care given to how you might feel. I cried out more in despair than pain at that point, as he twisted and turned the thick, unwanted prongs inside of me. I feel him scratching viciously at my taut inner walls, tapping the tips of the spears at my thin maidenhead.
Now I pulled his zipper free and reached into his pants, frantic to get his cock. I felt if I masturbated him quickly enough, he might have his orgasm before he could attempt to penetrate my virgin pit. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and quickly drew it from his trousers.
It lay in my hand, hot and throbbing, the steaming blood pounding through it with a violent fury. I could tell he was completely aroused and that was what I had hoped for. I can not say it was completely unpleasing to feel the huge shaft pulsating in my fist. I have always like the sensation of a throbbing cock in my hand and even then a part of me was enjoying itself a bit.
But all that was to come later. At that moment my only thought was getting him to climax rapidly before more damage and shame could be done to me. I squeezed and massaged his tool, pumping my hand up and down on the rod, twisting and turning his hot, trembling flesh as I went along. He groaned in a tight voice and quivered under my riding fingers, but it did not help to stem the violence of his attack on me.
He pumped his finger in and out of my cunt so rapidly that I was driven against the back of the seat with every stroke and I feared that he would rip through my hymen at any moment. I sobbed as the pain of his assault tore through my loins and my pussy hurt from just the finger-fucking alone.
"Ohh, God, Brent, let's stop," I cried, squeezing my fingers tightly around his cock, yanking it viciously from side to side. "Please, please let's stop! I'm... I'm still a virgin! Don't rape me, Brent, please, please don't take that away from me, I beg you!"
God, he laughed cruelly, digging his fingers into my pussy, pounding them at my maidenhead, while his free hand squeezed and crushed my aching tits.
He was obviously enjoying my fear and torment, for he whispered in my ear, biting my lobe with a wicked and cruel snap of his teeth. "Gonna fuck you hard, baby," he said, hissing passionately. "Gonna really, really fuck you good, bitch! Yeah, you're so hot and tight, I am really gonna enjoy it!"
Now I pumped my fingers up and down on his cock as hard and as fast as I could. I pinched the hard, hot head of his prick between my thumb and forefinger and dug my nails into his flesh making him moan and quiver in pain and pleasure.
Again and again my gripping fingers tried to bring him to orgasm. I was desperate to make him come, and I prayed that the violent, throbbing power that I felt pulsating in his shaft was an indication that he was about to arrive at his orgasm.
But, he knew very well what I was up to. He drove his knee between my thighs and spread them wide apart. I sobbed and shuddered, resuming my punching at him, letting go of his cock, realizing that I wasn't going to be able to bring him off in time.
"Now you see, huh, bitch, now you see," he chuckled happily, pushing and pulling my aching thighs apart. "Now you see what I'm going to do! You can't stop it, bitch, you can't stop me at all! I'm gonna bust that cherry of yours wide open!"
He leaped between my legs, spreading his meaty thighs against my own, baring my defenceless cunt to his eager cock. I tried to reach down and grab the horrible tool, but he pinned my arms above my head with one hand and drew his prick toward my pussy with the other.
I sobbed and shook my head from side to side, screaming at the top of my lungs as I felt the hot, quaking tool slithering across my inner thigh, nearing my virginal chamber. Suddenly I felt the tip of his shaft pressing against my cunt lips and I pulled back as far as I could, my last attempt at saving my chastity.
It was as if I were not fighting him at all, Doctor. He merely bucked forward, driving the head of his shaft beyond my wet, trembling entrance and penetrating the taut interior beyond.
My cunt recoiled under his attack. I moaned in despair as he laughed wildly and squirmed from left to right, driving a bit more of the rod into me. His hips rode along my thighs, his heavy leather belt scraping against my flesh with a vicious bite. I gasped as he twisted and turned, burying his cock inside of me, the huge, hard head tapping against my taut hymen.
Once more I sobbed and begged him to stop. His cock seemed to spread my pussy as far as it could go and the way it throbbed so powerfully in my cunt made me tremble with fear and horror at what he was about to do to me.
"Please, one last time, please don't," I wailed, my head rocking from side to side, the tears streaming from my eyes. "For God's sake, Brent, don't, please don't rape me!"
He laughed one last time then pulled his cock halfway out of me and paused for a single moment to adjust himself. I sobbed and gasped as he suddenly thrust forward, slamming his prick hard against my maidenhead. The thin membrane remained intact and unyielding for a few seconds. The pain was so intense I felt I might black out, then he pulled back once more.
I heard him breathing heavily with his effort, cursing me under his breath. He pinned my wrists up over my head and dropped his mouth to my breasts. His lips curled around one of my nipples and he locked his teeth on the tiny pebble, sucking wildly and lathering it with his tongue.
His prick seemed to be growing and growing and when he drove forward again, there was nothing I could do but endure the plunging shaft as it tore through my hymen with a vicious power and force.
I screamed as he ripped through the minute wall of flesh, taking my maidenhood from me, grinding and twisting until the cruel, unwanted tool was buried to the hilt in my poor, battered womb.
He groaned in satisfaction, shuddering deep inside of me, his cock quaking against my hot inner walls. "Ummm, good pussy, good fucking pussy," he sighed contentedly, rocking a bit from side to side within me. "Love fucking good pussy, just love it! You asked for this baby, boy have you ever asked for this! Now you're gonna get it! Now, you're gonna get the hard fucking you deserve!"
Viciously he began to pump the thick, pounding shaft in and out of my cunt. My naked buttocks were rubbing hard against the seat, the cool leather scraping across my bottom painfully as his hard, urgent thrusts rocked and mashed me against the hard seat. He was breathing rapidly, in loud, short gasps, driving his cock harder and faster into the depths of my helpless vagina.
He cared nothing for me now. I was just a wet, warm hole for him to relieve himself in. Again and again he slammed the thick, hard cock into me and I could only cry and moan, now, my head turned away as he drove toward his orgasm, blind to my shame and humiliation.
All I could do was pray that it would all be over quickly. He slammed into me once again and I felt him shiver uncontrollably as he buried his cock in my cunt and a steaming, thick river of come shot from the head of his shaft and burned my aching womb with its creamy fire.
"Ahhh, yeah, yeah," he gasped, laughing and sighing at the same time, grinding his cock hard inside of me. "I'm coming, bitch, coming in your cherry pit real good! How do you like it, whore, how do you like it, now! I'm coming in you, you little cockteaser, coming in you good!"
I don't remember how long his orgasm lasted, but it seemed like a long, long time, before he pulled his cock out of me. He wiped the final traces of come on my thigh then sat back in his seat and tidied himself up.
"The snow's stopped," he commented off-handedly. "I guess we'll head back. All you gotta remember, bitch, is that nobody will believe you if you tell them I raped you. It will only be your word against mine. From now on, you'll do what I say, and that's that."
Then he drove me home and dropped me off at my dorm without so much as a goodnight. I was glad my roommate was asleep when I got in, I don't think I could have taken her seeing me in my condition. I showered and cleaned myself, but I could still feel his cock and come in me and it made me sick to my stomach.
* * *
Marcia's voice was trembling and weak and I felt that this would be a good time to pause in her story. I gently suggested we continue a couple of days from then and I believe she felt relieved when I did. We made an appointment and she left, promising she would return.
INTERVIEW TWO
Marcia showed up on time, looking as neat and controlled as ever. She took her spot on the couch and seemed anxious to begin. I advised her that these things can be painful and perhaps it might be a good idea to work up to the bad part of her story.
She, however, brushed that aside. She had much to tell me. Quite a bit on her mind, she explained, and didn't have the time to waste wading through a lot of crap. I nodded and motioned her to begin.
* * *
Well, Doctor, I suppose after an incident like that, you would figure I would never even look at Brent again, much less have anything to do with him. So did I. That night and the next morning, I felt as if I would puke if I ever laid eyes on him another time.- I was lucky. My exams were upon me and I had plenty of work to do. I finished up with good grades as always and then went home on vacation. That's when the strange things began to happen.
For no reason, I decided to got to a clinic and get birth control pills. I hadn't planned on sex with anyone and I certainly didn't intend on seeing Brent again, but I just seemed to think it would be a good idea to get them.
I thought a lot about the rape, too and kept having dreams about it. But they weren't nightmares by any means. In my dreams, I wanted to be raped. I wanted to feel Brent, or anyone, tearing my clothes from me, fucking me viciously in" every orifice in my body. I would wake up after those dreams, not screaming, but finding myself weak and spent, trembling with exhaustion, my pussy soaked with cunt juice.
I didn't know what to think or do about it, and needless to say, when I returned to school, I was more than a little worried. I tried to avoid almost everyone I knew and even kept away from my roommate as much as possible.
It wasn't easy, but I was just getting into things and starting to feel comfortable when that damn Brent showed up in my room one evening. We have an open, co-ed dorm and it's nice in some ways, but bad in others.
I couldn't believe it when I saw him standing there, smiling that wicked smile of his, hands tucked in his jeans, in a tough stance.
"Get out of here, you bastard," I hissed, trying to keep control, not wanting to make a scene. "Get out before I call the campus police!"
He just laughed and walked over to the door, pushing it shut and turning the lock before I had a chance to stop him. I started to speak but his hand flew out and against my cheek and knocked me to the rug.
"I told you I'd be back, bitch," he growled, hovering over me. "Get up you little slut, get up right now!"
He reached down and grabbed me by the hair, hauling me to my feet. He curled his arm around my waist and pulled me to him roughly. "I need some pussy, bitch," he said, his voice thick and nasty. "Now do you give it to me nicely, or do I have to take it again?"
"You're crazy, you can't do this here," I gasped, struggling in his clutches, trying to pull away. "I'll scream, I swear I will! I'll say you're raping me, I'll tell them everything!"
He shook his head, gathering my hair in his fingers and tugging hard, yanking my head way back, making me wince in pain. "Sure, sure you will," he whispered in a mocking voice. "Sure, I just walked into the room, locked the door and raped you like I did before in the car! Nobody will believe that shit! Besides, you love it, I can tell! You love it rough, so, I'll give it to you that way!"
I was wearing a thin, print dress and he curled his fingers in my neckline and pulled downward, tearing the garment from me in one vicious rip. I screamed softly, somehow unable to yell any louder, and stood there trembling in my bra and panties.
I started shaking violently as he reached around my back and almost tenderly, unhooked my bra. Somehow I was powerless before him. He tossed my halter away then bent down and slithered my panties down over my hips and thighs, dragging his knuckles across my flesh as he dropped the garment to the floor.
Now I was naked and he was inspecting me with glee. "Umm, first time I have seen you in the light," he whispered in a husky voice. "Not bad, a little skinny, but not bad."
I felt like an animal on display, but he was right, Doctor. As much as I hated him and myself, he was right! I did enjoy this degradation he was putting me through. He reached out and ran his hand up and down the front of my body, from my cunt to my chin and back again. He squeezed and kneaded my tits, pinched the firm flesh of my stomach and belly and roughly massaged my pussy mound.
My cunt quickly grew damp and hot and I moaned in despair because I was beginning to respond to his ugly inspection and caressing fingers. I shook my head but he laughingly pushed me back to my bed, forcing me to lay down along the length of it, right next to the edge.
"I'm going to show you a little trick, baby," he told me, running his fingers lightly along my pussy lips, twirling and spinning them across ever inch of my aching mound. "While I take care of that cunt of yours, I want you to take care of my cock. What I'm looking for is a good blow job, honey, so you had better do your best, if you know what's good for you!"
I know that is when I should have jumped to my feet and started screaming, but I was helpless. The dreams and passions I had had came back to me and I found my fingers eagerly tugging on his zipper as he continued to massage and fondle my genitals.
I feel sick telling you this, but I can't help but go on. I pulled the zipper down and quickly drew his semi-erect penis from his pants. He slapped my face a couple of times, warning me to be gentle and I loved the stinging pain his hand left me with.
He began to ride his fingers faster and harder along the wet cleft between my cunt petals and in moments he had slithered two fingers inside of me and was lazily turning and burying them in the depths of my tight pit.
I was going mad, Doctor, just mad! I willingly began to kiss and lather his prick with my tongue and lips. I nibbled eagerly on his flesh and sucked on the hard tool with an angry need. I really and truly wanted this abuse, there is no other way to put it. I wanted it! ( I felt his free hand reaching down, yanking my jaw open, and then his prick was sliding over my lips and plunging down the narrow tunnel of my throat. I relaxed my muscles in anticipation and thrilled to the sensation of his cock filling my mouth to bursting.
"Suck that cock, baby," he hissed. "And I'll bring you off! Suck it, cunt, suck it hard!"
What can I say, Doctor? At that moment I was more than willing. I hated myself and was crying a little bit in shame and guilt, but I was gathering every inch of that rod that I could into the tight, warm chamber of my mouth and the soft tunnel of my throat.
I bobbed my head back and forth, sucking and blowing on the riding tool, lathering the pounding flesh with my tongue. He was now driving his fingers in and out of me with a delicious rhythmic motion that was creating an orgasm in my loins like I had never felt before.
I closed my tear-stained eyes and concentrated on sucking his cock as best I could. I wanted to feel him coming in my mouth. I wanted to swallow his horrid come. I wanted to be shamed and degraded as much as possible.
He was more than willing to do that. He rammed his prick in and out of my throat again and again, following almost perfectly the plunging motion of his pumping fingers that were assaulting my pussy. I felt a sudden surge of pleasure in my womb and then I was bucking and thrashing as the most wonderful orgasm I ever felt exploded in my loins and washed over his fingers with a thick, creamy sea of come.
I could only groan and mumble against his cock as I shuddered and quaked with the delicious climax. I bore down on his rod, blowing and sucking on his hot meat until he was swaying wildly on his heels, his eyes tight with lust. I felt his prick growing hard and thick and I could tell he was going to come any minute.
"Yeah, baby, uh-huh," he groaned in a thick, tortured voice. "Ummm, yeah, suck it, honey, suck it good! Umm, gonna come, baby, gonna come right now in your mouth!"
I heard him gasp again and then he slammed his prick deep inside of my tight passage and the come spurt from his rod into my mouth with a violent force. I gulped and swallowed, licking the gobs of milky fluid from his rod as he came in my mouth.
I sucked and drank from the cock until I had gotten every sour drop of fluid that he had and he stumbled away from me, weak and spent. That was just a couple of weeks ago, Doctor and now I can't wait for the next time. He wants to do all sorts of terrible things to me and I find myself more than willing. I've even agreed to put on a show for his friends with a dog! God, Doctor, what's wrong with me, what is wrong with me?
CONCLUSION
Marcia was clearly distressed to the point of a breakdown over these events and I strongly urged her not to return to classes but to take a rest. I tried to get her to realize that loneliness will sometimes drive people to do and accept things they would not normally think of. I explained that she enjoyed Brent's meanness because it meant to her that he was interested and cared about her. I urged her not to see the obviously sick young man again, and advised her to seek more intensive professional help.
CASE HISTORY THREE
SUBJECT: Angela M. AGE: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Angela M. was an adorable-looking little girl that one would never suspect as having come from the harsh, rugged home life that she had. She wore jeans and cut-offs when she visited me and chewed gum all the time she talked.
She obviously was an outdoor kind of child, but I was shocked to find out that her tan came from working in the fields of a reform school. Her story was a grim one, to say the least.
* * *
You ever been fucked in the ass, Doctor?
Well, if you haven't, you ain't missed anything, I can tell you that. I just had that happen to me about three hours ago. It's pretty normal where I come from.
I got busted for grass. My parents were shits, they didn't want me, so they let the state take me off their hands. The State is trying out this new idea, a reform school that's co-ed. Sounds like a good idea, and it isn't bad, except for the guards.
I was scared when I went in five months ago. I didn't know what would happen to me, but that's all different now. By this time, I wouldn't be shocked by anything and I have come to accept it all.
But that first night, ummm, boy, was I terrified. They shoved about fifteen of us girls into a small room and made us strip naked. There were both male and female guards watching us and all of them giggled and made comments as we took off our clothing.
I couldn't believe that they had men guards in there, too and I made the mistake of bitching about it. I said I wasn't taking off one stitch until all the men left the room. That earned me a beating. They tore my clothes off of me and dragged me over to a wall where they tied my hands with some leather thongs and one of the women guards laid into me with a belt.
Christ, my parents used to punish me, but never anything like that! I screamed and even begged for mercy after awhile but they didn't care. They just kept it up until I almost fainted. Finally the head warden, this dyke called Miss Lewis, came over and shoved her fingers into my cunt.
"Still a virgin, huh," she laughed, turning the ugly dry fingers from left to right inside of' me. "We'll fix that real fast! You're going to be an example to the other girls, whore! After they see what happens to little snots like you, they won't give us any trouble!"
As quick as you could imagine, they spun me around and retied my wrists and then my legs, so that I was bound tightly to the wall and spread wide. God, I was out of my mind with fear. I ain't got much of a body, you can see that. No tits to speak of and there is barely any hair at all on my pussy.
I must have looked pathetic hanging there, my tiny boobs quivering with my frightened breath, the small nipples hard with the damp chill that was in the room; my cunt mound trembling in fright.
One of the male guards, a skinny, forty-year-old goon by the name of Edgar was motioned over by Miss Lewis. "Fuck her," she told him. "Fuck her hard and good, she needs it!"
The old fuck nodded happily and I could actually see spit running from his lips, he was so excited. I screamed in terror as he approached me. I struggled against the tight thongs that held me fast, but it was really quite useless, I wasn't going anywhere. The ugly son of a bitch reached out and ran his fingers over my cheek. I turned my head and tried to bite them and he pulled them away before I could. He slapped me hard across the face then caught my chin in his hand and held it tightly.
"Don't try anything funny," he warned, squeezing my tit with his other hand so hard that I yelped in pain. "Either you calm down, or I'll ram my cock into you right now, dry as you are!"
To make his point, he jammed two fingers crudely into my cunt and I screamed as the pain ripped through me. I had messed around a bit, but not as much as my parents thought and my cunt was still pretty much virgin territory, if you know what I mean.
He was punching the thick, gnarled prongs at my hymen insistently, each tap a warning of what was to come.
"No, no more trouble, huh, little girl?" he laughed cruelly.
He stepped nearer to me, leaning his lanky frame against my quivering naked flesh. His hand reached out and cupped over one of my small breasts. I groaned as he began to fondle my boobie, his thumb and forefinger pinching my tiny nipple ruthlessly.
He bent his head to mine and made me kiss his twisted mouth. His breath stank of rotting teeth and I gagged as he forced his tongue between my teeth and entwined the prong around my own. His mouth ran back and forth across my lips, greedily lathering my petals with his sloppy kisses. He was obviously enjoying himself and more than willing to be the one to make an example of me. Over his shoulder I could see the other girls cowering with fear, watching what was happening to me with disgust and shame.
I gasped as Edgar took his free hand and began to knead and caress my pussy. His fingers rode up and down over my tender petals, pinching and squeezing them, sending waves of pain racing through my loins. My whole body felt under attack and I did not want to believe that all this was happening to me.
Hungrily his mouth crushed against mine, his tongue dancing in and out of my own, slashing and stabbing at my little arrow as he continued to explore my helpless cunt. He drove two fingers between my pussy lips once more and harshly twirled and twisted them inside of me until they were once again tapping at my maidenhead.
He pumped the two shafts in and out of my cunt in an erratic fashion, trying to get the juice flowing in my womb and prepare it for the invasion of his cock. I heard the zipper go down on his pants and in moments he had his semi-erect prick dangling from his skinny fingers, and he was riding his hand up and down on the rod, desperately trying to get it hard enough to penetrate my virginal pit.
I was sobbing by this time, never so ashamed or terrified in my life. His fingers gripped and massaged my tits, working from one to the other, squeezing and pinching my nipples so hard that they were soon tender and aching under his relentless attack.
"Ahhh," he sighed happily, as the cunt juice began to seep from my womb, coating his fingers with a thin coat of liquid pleasure. "I can see you're getting ready for me, honey! That's good! I hate to have to fuck a dry hole, you know?"
"Please, please don't," I begged, losing all control of myself, sobbing and crying wildly. "Don't hurt me, don't! Please, I don't want you to do this, please don't!"
He just laughed and twirled those horrible digits around inside of me again. I shivered violently as I felt him spreading my cunt petals wide, and then I cried out in fear as I felt his dick head pressing against the swollen petals.
He adjusted himself between my thighs and wrapped one arm around my back to steady himself. I tensed under the poised shaft, fear overcoming me completely. I moaned as I felt him slowly slithering the hard, thick head of his cock between my cunt lips. He grunted with his effort, commenting on how tight I was, then he suddenly thrust forward. The force of his action drove his cock deep inside of me, spreading my taut, virginal womb far apart.
I screamed in pain and despair as I felt him bucking his prick against my virginity, grinding his belly against my own as he tried to rip through the thin wall of flesh that kept him from the rest of my loins.
I cried and thrashed against my bonds but it was in vain. My unyielding maidenhood stopped him for only a moment. He sighed and withdrew his cock about three-quarters of the way out of me. He paused for a moment, got a better grip on my waist, and then slammed forward once more.
The taut membrane held for a scant second, the pain searing me to the depths of my loins, and then he burst through the last barrier of my chastity and buried his cock to the hilt in my defenseless pussy.
He sighed happily, glad of what he had done, and then he began to pump his prick in and out of me in a sporadic fashion. Each stroke sent stinging waves of pain tearing through me and it felt as if he were ripping my cunt apart as he drove his prick into me again and again.
Finally he shivered a couple of times, spurting a load of come into my poor, battered womb, the creamy liquid burning like fire inside of me, and then stumbled backward, his prick shrinking rapidly.
* * *
Angela was breathing laboriously and her words were coming in anguished bursts, so I thought it best to end our interview at this point in her story. After giving her a few moments to calm down, I made another appointment with her for the following week.
INTERVIEW TWO
Angela returned to me, seemingly worse than before. This time she made no attempts to hide her worry and fear. Her eyes kept darting about the room and she sat in the chair, shivering almost uncontrollably. After a few moments of small talk, she broke into her story again, rapidly telling me everything, as if she had little time to do so.
* * *
After that first time, the old fuck regularly came to see me in my cell. They start all the girls off in one person cells. To get them adjusted to the place is the excuse they use, but the real reason is so that they can use them all they want.
You remember I told you I got fucked in the ass just before I came, last time? Well, that's old Edgar's favorite way of doing things. I remember vividly the first time it happened to me.
It was maybe a week after he'd taken my virginity. I was still sore from the rape and I was doing my best to stay out of trouble. Late one night I was sleeping in my tiny cell, when I was awoken by the sound of the lock being turned in my door.
I sat up right, frozen in fear and to my horror, old Edgar walked in, wearing only a bathrobe. I asked him what he wanted, which was a dumb thing to do.
"What do you think, honey?" he chuckled, sitting down next to me, stroking my bare thigh with one of his big hands. "I kind of like you, you know?"
"Please, please," I begged him. "I'm still sore from the last time! I don't think I can do it again so soon, really I don't!"
"There's other ways," he laughed, taking hold of my shoulders and suddenly turning me on my belly on the cot. "Can't use one door, you go in through another!"
I kicked and screamed, as if that would do any good. I had heard a lot of screams myself and nobody ever seemed to pay any attention to them. I felt his hands riding over my short gown, flipping it up to my waist, baring my round bottom.
I still didn't understand what he meant, but when I felt his fingers gripping and squeezing my buttocks, digging them into me with an insistent force, I began to realize what he had in mind.
That's when I really went crazy. I shouted at the top of my lungs, bucking and fighting, but his arm was hard across my back, pinning me to the narrow cot like a heavy log across my body.
Eagerly he slid the tips of his fingers up and down along the narrow cleft between my spongy cheeks. I moaned as he twirled and tapped at my taut, anal dot. I had never even had a finger in there, much less a cock and I was terrified of how much it would hurt.
I tried to relax my anal muscles and when I did, I heard him sigh with pleasure as he slithered one finger inside of my tight, little bum. I moaned with the shivering pain I was feeling and desperately attempted to loosen up my entire body.
"Now you got the idea, honey," he chuckled happily, pumping his thick, painful finger in and out of my aching bum. "Just settle down and get ready, because ain't nobody going to stop this ass-fucking!"
He twisted and turned his finger, spreading my tight anal pit as far apart as possible. I was desperately squirming and quaking to accommodate his fingers and I was relieved that at least some juice was flowing in my bottom to make the way easier for him.
After a little while longer of his stroking digit, I felt him remove the hard, gnarled prong from my rear and then clutch my buttocks in his hands.
Taking hold of his cock, he spread my cheeks as far apart as possible and placed the engorged tip of his rod inside of my taut, unyielding tunnel. God, it hurt! I screamed in agony and sobbed for him to stop, but he merely growled for me to shut up and continued forcing more of the hard prick into my bottom.
I was bucking and thrashing uncontrollably as he drove more and more of the thick tool into my tiny bum. My asshole screamed with pain and I felt as if it were being ripped to pieces as he gasped and moaned. He pushed forward, driving more of the cock into me, twisting and turning the shaft against my inner walls, until it was buried to the hilt in my bum and quaking violently in the depth of my anal pit.
Now he began to rock back and forth, slithering his prick in and out of my asshole with a rhythmic motion. His prick expanded my bum beyond its limits and the blood vessels cracked, but he didn't give one damn. He shivered and groaned, picking up speed with every stroke, driving his cock into me faster and harder as his lust grew and grew.
I don't remember how long he fucked my bum, it seemed like forever. I nearly passed out from the pain. He slammed his cock deep into my pit and ground his belly against my cheeks. "He was laughing and moaning with pleasure and when he finally came, the steaming come seared my aching inner walls with a thick, creamy fury.
After that night, he returned again and again. My asshole is so sore and torn that I can hardly sit, Doctor. I'm in agony most of the time. They warned me to tell you nothing, but, Jesus, I just had to talk to somebody. Help me, Doctor, for the love of God, help me, please!
CONCLUSION
Obviously, the girl could not be allowed to return to the institution. I had no idea whether her story was true, or if she had invented it, but her emotion and fear were real and she belonged in a hospital. I arranged for her to enter the clinic I work at and at the same time, I filed a report with the State Board, suggesting they investigate the school she had been sent to.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
SUBJECT: Willow K. AGE: Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Willow K. was perhaps one of the saddest cases I have ever encountered. She could hardly speak when I saw her, so frightened and upset was she. She was a pretty little thing, barely out of childhood, and as she sat telling her story, her voice constantly breaking, I felt deep despair for the helpless and disturbed child.
* * *
Mommy told me all of this was my fault, Doctor. I didn't want any of it to happen, but I guess she's right. You see, I've always loved my Mommy and Daddy, but I guess I loved my Daddy a lot more.
My parents are both artists and we have always been a very open and warm family. But in the last year, there has been a coldness between Mommy and me, I know now, why.
Sometimes my Mommy has to go out of town on trips and the whole bad thing happened when she did that a few weeks ago. Daddy was having a hard time with one of his paintings and I wanted desperately to help him, but I didn't know how.
When Daddy is having a hard time, he starts drinking. He never gets mean or anything, but he does get a little crazy. That's why I wasn't surprised when he came into my room that night, smelling of beer, walking on unsteady legs.
He lay down beside me on my bed, like he had so many times before, and began to run his hand over my leg, squeezing and massaging my thigh. I wasn't afraid or upset, he had done that a lot and besides, it felt kind of good.
He whispered that he loved me and asked if I loved him. I told him, of course I did, and he said that was good. I didn't really understand what he wanted, but when his hand slithered under my night gown and began to fondle my pussy, I started to get a little scared.
I don't have any hair down there and it was a strange and kind of nice sensation that his fingers were creating in me.
I moaned softly and started to sway back and forth on the bed. I didn't really want him to do this and I told him so. I explained that this was something he should be doing with Mommy but he shook his head.
"You're the only one that loves me, Willow," he moaned. "The only one that cares. Your Mommy doesn't care, she's found out she likes girls better!"
That was a horrible thing to hear. I felt so sorry for him, but I didn't know what I could do. He bent his head down and began to kiss my lips hungrily, running his big mouth over mine, stabbing his tongue between my teeth in an insistent fashion.
I started to try and push him away, but he's so much bigger than I am, I think he was thinking that I was just playing. He laughed and pinned my arms to the bed, running his mouth all over my neck and the tops of my boobies. Using his teeth he pulled my gown down away from them and began to lather them with his tongue.
My tits are so small that he was easily able to suck a whole breast into his mouth and chew on it with his teeth. I groaned and quivered, a mixture of pleasure and pain rippling through me. I liked it, I did, but I was so scared!
Then I felt him flipping my gown up to my hips and moving his hand up and down on my naked cunt. I shook violently, trying desperately to get away from him, now. I started to cry and he took hold of my chin and held it tightly.
"You have to help Daddy," he hissed violently, madder than I had ever seen him before. "It's up to you to help him. Are you going to deny your father, like your mother denies him, now?"
I couldn't say anything, I was too scared. I shook my head and he nodded, dropping his hand to my pussy once more. I moaned as I felt his fingers gently probing the tight passage of my cunt, spreading my lips apart to allow his fingers more room. He kissed my boobies again and then I felt him take his hand from my little mound and pull down his zipper.
* * *
Willow broke down at this point and began sobbing so wildly that I did not know if she would be able to continue. My nurse came into the room and took her to a private room I have in the back. She had her lay down and take a short rest before continuing.
INTERVIEW TWO
After about an hour, Willow seemed recovered enough to resume her story. I kept a careful eye on her as she spoke, making sure she did not lose control again.
* * *
Ohhh, Doctor, I was feeling so strange. Part of me liked it when he started to pump his fingers in and out of my little hole, and another part of me felt horrible about it.
There was a thick, hot juice flowing from my pussy now, and I kept shivering uncontrollably as weird waves of pleasure rippled through me. My virginity hurt when he tapped at it with his fingers, but I tried to ignore the pain. I thought that maybe he just wanted to play with me for awhile, so I figured I would let him.
He turned and spread my cunt lips wide, kneading and tugging on them until they were as far apart as possible. Suddenly he was crawling on top of me, pushing my thighs far apart. I starting screaming in fear then, thrashing violently, really trying to push him away from me now.
I cried and begged him to stop but he didn't seem to hear me. I guess he could only think about the wet, warm thing he wanted so badly.
I groaned as I felt him push the big head of his cock between my cunt lips, the pain beginning to pulsate in my virgin pit.
I moaned and sobbed, but Daddy just went right on, laying his weight on top of me, grunting as he drove his prick into my tiny tunnel. My cunt ached with the force of his attack and it felt like it was been filled to bursting. His prick bumped into my thin hymen and he groaned in despair.
I pleaded with him then, sobbing and kicking, trying to get him off of me. He must have forgot that I was his daughter, because he just cursed under his breath and pulled back for another thrust.
He gathered his strength then rammed his cock hard into my cunt, tearing through my maidenhead, driving his dick to the depths of my womb. The pain was awful and it went on and on as he rode his cock faster and harder along my tiny insides.
His cock was so big it filled me up all the way and each time he buried it to the hilt in my young pussy, I could feel the hot blood pounding through it as it quaked against my inner walls.
Finally I heard him gasping and groaning, his whole body shivering out of control. Something hot and sticky burned my insides and I realized that he was coming in me. I was sobbing and moaning as he shook and churned his prick in my pussy until he had finally drained himself of every drop of fluid and slithered back out of me.
Oh, Doctor, he came back to my room a lot after that. I didn't want to let him do that to me, but how could I stop him? He was my Daddy! My Mommy was right, I am a bad person! It must be my fault, mustn't it? Mustn't it?
CONCLUSION
Of course it was not her fault. As best as I could, I tried to explain to the child that she was in no way guilty of luring her father on. Many disturbed people will take advantage of a child's love and affection, and this was a clear case of both parents doing just that.
I made arrangements for the girl to be placed in a foster home until such time as both adults had been deemed fit to have her back with them again. It will take long enough as it is to help Willow understand what has happened, and the influence of her rather ill parents would not do her any good at all.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
SUBJECT: Jennifer AGE: Eighteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Jennifer is a stunning blonde haired girl, with light blue, reflective-looking eyes. She has been through quite a lot in the past year, and it's easy to tell from the vacant look on her face that mentally, she is not all there. In fact, I tended to doubt quite a lot of what she said, and whether it is true or not, there is no arguing with the fact that she believes these things really happened.
Easily enough, I can state right now that Jennifer would have been better off had she not been a virgin at the time when she entered college. Her parents strict upbringing did not help matters either.
When Jennifer came to see me she was wearing a light summer blouse, and a pair of tight jeans. She has an incredible figure, and overall, is a girl of enormous beauty. I feel sorry for her at this stage in her life, for it's going to take her a very long time to work out her problems.
* * *
You might not believe everything that I tell you is true, doctor. I can't back up anything I'm saying, and all the girls in the sorority would tell you that I'm crazy, too. That's because they're all evil, and they know that they can get in a lot of trouble for some of the rituals they carry out.
They're into all kinds of practices that involve... I don't know, doctor. I still have a lot of trouble even saying that word.
Sex. Yes, that's it. I can't help it. You don't know the kinds of things that used to happen to me back home when I would even mention the word. I still have one scar that never healed, but I'm not going to show it to you.
Doctor, my parents were very strict in bringing up me and my brother. I don't remember ever learning anything about sex, until I was seventeen. That was the year before I went to college. Sometimes I wish that I would have known everything before I went to college, but that's all in the past now. I can't live in the past, can I?
I first remember seeing my father naked when I was about five. My mother had always had her rules about walking around the house naked. We just weren't allowed. And I always felt kind of ashamed of my naked body. I can hardly remember ever looking at myself naked in front of a mirror, because each time I took off my clothes, I felt dirty, and immediately felt as if I had to put something else on.
It's so strange, doctor. When I first got to college and my roommate Helen walked out of the bathroom to greet me, naked, you can imagine how I must have felt.
But my first experience with seeing a naked man was that time when I was five. It was late at night, and I had to get up to go to the bathroom. My father must have thought that I was asleep when he came into the bathroom.
He opened the door, and there I was sitting on the toilet. I tried to cover myself, but I was too busy staring at him. He had a hairy body, with black hairs all over his chest and legs. Then, I looked between his legs, and saw his huge thing buried in the thickest patch of hair on his entire body.
His cock wasn't hard, now that I know what one looks like when it's hard. But it wasn't completely soft, either. I guess it had to be at some stage in-between. But the thing that I'll never forget is the way it seemed to glisten, as if it was covered with some kind of jelly or cream, or something like that.
And dripping, right out of the little slit at the very tip of it, was one drop of something that looked kind of white, and creamy. Yes, that was it. Almost like a drop of cream. I couldn't take my eyes off it.
"Hey, you comin' back to bed?" I heard my mother yell to him.
When he turned around to yell back at her, I noticed his cock kind of bob up and down. That's when I first saw those two little balls, in their sack. They looked like they were wet, and dripping with something. I don't know.
"Shut up, woman," he screamed back at her, and then he turned to me. "Now what the hell you doin' up here so late at night?"
"What does it look like, daddy?" I asked him. "On the potty."
"Don't give me none of your sass," he said, and he slapped me across the face.
Of course I started to cry then, and that brought my mother running down the hall. She was the second person I'd ever seen naked, because she was as naked as he was. Her large tits were bouncing up and down, and her red nipples looked flushed. I don't really know if that makes sense. Maybe it wasn't the nipple that looked flushed, doctor. Maybe it was the area around the nipple. As if someone had been biting it.
"What's goin' on here?" she asked, and then she looked over my father's shoulder. She was so close to him that her body had to be rubbing against his. "What are you doin' up here this time of night, Jennifer?"
I didn't answer her, and she got madder. But there was a reason why I wasn't answering her question. I was looking between my father's legs, doctor, and I was watching how his cock was starting to stiffen and get thicker.
It took my mother about two minutes to realize what I was looking at, and why I wasn't answering, and when she looked down between his legs, she got angry. She pushed past him, and he just let her while he stood there with this huge grin on his face. My mother pulled me to my feet and started to slap me across the face, repeatedly.
"You filthy little girl," she was screaming at me, over and over again, until I was crying so much that I couldn't even see anything.
I don't remember anything after that. I just woke up in bed the next morning, but it's something that I'm never going to forget.
Now you might wonder what was going on with all my friends, and why I didn't learn anything from them. It can be explained very easily.
I didn't have many friends, doctor. It had a lot to do with my parents, and the fact that my mother always had chores for me to do, so I had to run right home after school. Then, I wouldn't be allowed out at night because I was being punished for one thing or another, and after a time, the boys stopped asking me. You can always make excuses so many times before the boy starts to think that you don't like him.
The same thing was going on with my brother Danny, at the same time, and so, it was only natural that the two of us become very close at that time. Danny was two years older than me, and he was a striking looking boy, with wavy black hair. He had very straight looking features, and was the spitting image of my father before my father got older and started to drink as much as he did.
The only thing that Danny and I didn't talk too much about was sex, until that time when I was seventeen. I know that it all had to do with my parents again. Danny was treated the same way that I was when he was younger, being beaten whenever anything sexual was discussed, and never being allowed to even say the word.
But I figure, especially now that I've been through one year of college and I met a few guys, that men have higher sex drives than women.
You see, up until that time, I had never had the urge to masturbate. Sure, I would feel some kind of tingling between my legs, but it never urged me on to do anything more than try and talk myself out of it. I thought, perhaps, that there might be something wrong with me, getting this tingling, and feeling myself getting wet, and so, I would always try to rationalize it all out.
In that way, I would soon lose whatever urge I had.
Now when I was seventeen, my brother was nineteen. He was supposed to have gone away to college, on the money that my grandparents had left for our college fund. However, he had spent it all on a car two years before, when he was still in high school. My father wouldn't lend him the money, and so there was a lot of hatred between the two of them. Danny had been thinking about taking out a loan, but he couldn't really get one. And a scholarship was out of the question, because of his grades.
I, on the other hand, knew for sure that I was going to be going to college the next year when I was eighteen. You see, that was one thing that my parents had always wanted for us, and I'm sure the only reason for that was because my grandparents had always wanted it for us, and they instilled that in my folks. I had made sure not to spend the money, because I was planning to go, if not for an education, then at least to get away from home.
Two nights before Danny and I had our long sexual talk, he had mentioned to me that he was planning on running off and joining the Navy. He told me that it was impossible for him to get a job, and that the longer he stayed at home, the worse off he was going to be. He said that he didn't like the idea of doing it, but it seemed to him the only way out for the time being.
I had thought about it a lot for a few days, and then, suddenly I had this burst in inspiration. I ran out of my room, that night, and barged right into Danny's room.
"Danny, I've been thinking. You really don't want to join the Navy, and you'd rather have a job, right? Well, why not call up Uncle Alex in California. He runs that factory there, and I'm sure he could do something without mom and dad knowing and... " I had been talking on and on, and not even looking at him.
But suddenly, I saw him. He was sitting on his bed completely naked, rubbing his hard cock up and down. Immediately I shut the door and stood against it because I didn't want my parents to walk by.
"Lock it," he said to me. "Quick. Go on and lock it."
I heard him mumbling something about how he forgot to lock it, and now that I was there, I'd better do it. Then I turned around again.
My brother did have a very handsome looking body. He had the same kind of black hair like my father had, and the thickest patch, again, was right between his legs. However, as I had seen my father's cock hard, for only a minute, and now I was looking at Danny's, I thought that his seemed bigger. Of course, seeing my father's cock by that time was only a memory, but still, I was sure that Danny's was longer and thicker. And his balls certainly looked so large there, nestled against his buttocks.
"What are you doing?" I asked, and I walked a little bit closer, but still stayed a great enough distance away.
"Come on," he said, smiling slyly. "You mean to tell me that you don't know what it is I'm doing? You don't do something like it, but in a different way?"
"No. What are you saying, Danny? I don't understand."
He sat up, and I saw his arm muscles bulging. It was the first time, I guess, that I had ever thought about how strong he was.
He reached out to touch me, and when he touched my arm, he pulled me closer. I felt him pulling me down on the bed, in only a sitting position, opposite him.
"I'm masturbating," he said, as calmly and as naturally as he could. "I probably shouldn't have been so harsh on you. I should have realized that you probably didn't know anything about a man's physical make-up, just as you probably don't even know too much about yours. Not with them here."
"Please. What is it?"
"Sex," he said, and I gasped. He smiled, then laughed softly. "Yes, I used to react the same way. I've yet to see if I like sex. I know that I like it when I use my own hand, but I also know that it's not the way it's supposed to be. Get undressed."
"No. What are you saying? Danny, I'm not going to. I can't. I... "
"I'm not going to try anything, or make you do anything that you don't want to do. Believe me. Have I ever lied to you before? I just think we should learn from each other. And I know, some things that I can teach you."
"Where'd you learn these things?" I had to ask him. "There ain't nothing around in this house that would teach you things like that."
"In mom and dad's dresser drawer," he said.
"Second from the bottom."
I gasped, and he started to laugh again. Then he started to ask me to think about what he had said. He asked me if I didn't think that they were hypocrites, bringing us up the way that they had, and then having books like that in their dresser. I nodded my head, and said that I still didn't know if I should believe him, but that if the book was, in fact, there, then I would believe him.
"We can't look now, so you're going to have to trust me," he said.
I had always trusted him before, just like he had said. So I started to get undressed really slow, and my brother had to keep telling me to take off this piece, and the next, because I kept stopping between them.
Finally I was naked, and I was blushing red, all over my body. But my brother just ran his hands up and down my arms, and smiled lovingly.
"You're beautiful," he said to me. "So fucking beautiful, Jennifer."
I turned around and looked at myself in the mirror. It was true, I had to admit. My long blonde hair was cascading down to my shoulders, and stopped a few inches above my nipple. In that way, it was really covering the top of my tit, but that didn't mater. My breasts were very firm, and my nipples looked so attractive, too.
But then there was the rest of my body. My hips were curved, and I loved the way my blonde mound looked between my legs. It was the first time that I had ever really noticed it before, but I liked it.
My pussy lips were red, and because the blonde hair was so light, you could practically see them, and it almost looked as if there was no hair at all from far away.
When my brother moved his hand to my pussy, I pulled back.
"I'm sorry," he said. "Maybe we shouldn't touch. Maybe I should just show you how I like to come, and then I can tell you how to make yourself come."
I didn't even know what he meant by come, and when I told him that, he calmly talked about the orgasm, and how it worked in a man and a woman. Then, he started to rub his cock again. I saw how he gripped it in his hand, and how his fingers were able to wrap tightly around it. But he was so thick, that the tips of his fingers didn't even reach the inner part of the palm of his hand.
He moved his other hand to his balls, and cupped them.
"Now," he was saying, "this is really just called jerking off, because it's exactly what I'm doing. But when a man fucks a woman, it's different. He slides his cock into her cunt, and the thrusting action, moving the cock in and out, is pretty much the same as this. At least that's what I read."
I could see the purple head of his cock getting deeper in color, and then I saw a drop at the tip of it. I thought about the drop at the tip of my father's then, and wondered if he and my mother had been having sex that night.
"Only the cunt gets wet inside, and tight," my brother continued. "That's why it's supposed to be so great. As far as I can tell, man was made to have sex, and it's the most natural thing in the world. Of course, it is supposed to be better when someone else touches you. Better than when you touch yourself."
I was really fascinated by everything he was telling me, and very curious. I moved my hand to his chest, and touched his chest fur. I couldn't believe it, but his chest hair was dripping with sweat. When I looked surprised, he told me that you can build up a sensational sweat when you get into it enough.
I moved my hand a little further down, and touched his belly. He started to moan a little bit, and I could hear him breathing so much heavier than he had been before. I was amazed. I couldn't take my eyes off of his cock.
"And what would happen if I did this?" I asked him.
I just moved my hand to his cock, and he pulled his hand away in order to let mine take over. I tried to grasp his shaft as firmly as I had seen him doing it, and all of a sudden, I could feel something happening inside of it.
There was this fiery kind of heat, and the cock seemed to be pulsating in some strange kind of way. It was throbbing in my hand. Yes, that was it.
My brother's forehead was dripping with sweat, and I kind of slowed down what I was doing without realizing it. But that didn't stop him from jerking his hips up and down so that his cock was moving in my hand, still.
"Oh God," he moaned, and then I saw the first spurt of white cream shoot out of the tip of his cock. "Keep jerking it, please."
When I had seen the cream, at first, I did want to stop. However, I could tell that he wanted more, and I continued. When the cream started to drip down the side of his dick, I could feel it on my hand. It was sticky, but that was the only thing I can remember about it. Oh, yes, it was warm, too.
I couldn't believe how much of it he was shooting out. First, there was that initial big load, and then, there were about five or six more, not as packed with cream, but still, with a lot of drops of it. There was a small pool of it in his navel from the first load that had shot out.
After a while, the pulsations stopped and his cock started to go limp in my hand.
I inhaled deeply and noticed that the room was filled with this strong fragrance. It smelled so nice, and then, I felt my cunt getting wet again. My brother had his eyes closed, and I was still tugging on his cock.
After about two minutes, he opened his eyes and he started to laugh. When I asked him what he was laughing about, he pointed between my legs.
My cunt lips were getting very wet, and I could see how it was starting to show.
"Why don't you masturbate and let me watch?" he asked me.
"I don't even know how. You knew how, but I don't know what to do."
"I can tell you some of the things the book says," he said to me, and he reached over and tried to touch me.
I couldn't let him though. These chills started rushing through my body, and I pulled back a little bit. He said that he understood, and then told me that he wouldn't try touching me again. He then instructed me on what to do.
He told me to spread my pussy lips, and moved my fingers in and out of my cunt, rubbing them upwards, along the top of my entrance. I could feel my clit stiffening, and when he asked me if I felt anything, and I told him yes, he started to explain just what my clit was, and how it would bring me pleasure, the same way his cock had brought him pleasure, but only if I did it right.
"Well, what's the right way?" I had to ask him. "Tell me."
"There is no right way, the book says. Everyone likes it different. Just try it. Squeeze it. Wiggle it. Massage it, and see which one works best."
I started to wiggle it first, and I discovered that it was what was working for me. I could feel my whole body starting to tremble with pleasure.
Each time I moved my fingers deeper inside, I could feel how wet I was getting. And I was starting to get tighter, too. Or at least, for moments. The muscles inside were spasming back and forth, I guess.
The wetness was creamy and sticky, and it had a different odor than my brother's come had had. I could see him leaning closer to watch, and I heard him sniffing hard, as if he wanted to take in the scent of my juices, the same way that I had taken in the scent of his. Then, he broke his promise, but it wasn't anything terrible that I got mad at him for.
He reached over and moved his hands to my tits, and started to rub them. He was pinching one of my nipples, and I could feel it bursting with pleasure, and getting stiffer the more he rubbed it.
I started to moan softly, and closed my eyes. I could feel myself getting ready to explode inside, and I didn't know how much of it I was going to be able to take.
Then I felt my brother pulling one hand away from my tit, and he started to moan a little bit, too. I opened my eyes and saw that his cock was hard again, and he was jerking himself faster than I was moving my fingers.
It was almost like we started to have a race then. I started to move my fingers in and out of my cunt, faster than he was jerking his, and he kept trying to go faster. It was no wonder then that we both started to come good and hard in that way, with him still rubbing my nipple.
When I started to come, the come kind of rolled out of me, onto my fingers, and right onto his bed. When he came, it shot right up, and one or two loads landed on the tit with the nipple that he was massaging.
He started to smear it all over my tit, and I loved the way that felt.
After we were both finished, we went to take separate showers. We never could have gotten away with doing it together, and I don't think I would have wanted to, even though my brother did suggest it.
When we were both in our robes, we went downstairs to the kitchen and got something to eat. Then, my brother started telling me how much fun we had had. But then, he had something that he thought he had to tell me, and he said it was serious.
"Look, I know I still have inhibitions, and I think I'm working out some of them in my mind. I mean, I was really ready to fuck you tonight. But your inhibitions are even greater than mine, and you just couldn't bring yourself to do it. It's understandable in some ways. You never masturbated before, and I have.
"But you're going to college soon, and people there might have come from different backgrounds. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that people do fuck each other when they're away at school. And they don't feel that they have to be married. I'm not telling you to do it, I'm just hoping that you won't be shocked when someone tries it."
I hardly even listened to what he said because I was just looking at him. But it turned out to be something that I would think about a lot, especially when I started pledging at the Gamma Phi Sigma Sorority. I saw so many sexual things happening, and none of it was happening to me.
They were waiting for Hell Night, of course, and that was when I was to be taken and raped. That was what they had planned for me.
Anyway, there was no reason to think much about what my brother had said, at first. Because right before I left for school, my mother told me to watch myself, and watch my virginity. But it was more like a threat than a bit of advice.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Jennifer came to see me, she had many new things to add to her story. Besides the experiences that happened to her while she was pledging, which are incredible enough as it is, there was an additional story about what happened when she and her brother were reunited. I'm sure that their meeting has helped her out in some ways, although there is a possibility that I am wrong.
You see, although she was able to have a sexual encounter with her brother, without getting upset the way she thought she would have, it was obvious to me that she was stoned on some kind of drug when she came to see me, and that he had given her the drug. For that is what he had to give her to relax her enough so she could make love to him.
Jennifer was wearing a pair of leotard tops, and jeans, and her figure looked more incredible this time than it had the last time. She had her hair pulled back and piled on top of her head in a bun.
* * *
My closest friend at college, up until a certain point, was Helen. She was my roommate, and that, I'm sure, is why we were so close. Neither one of us knew anyone else on campus, so when we first met, we had a lot of things to talk about.
Of course, it took me time to get myself together, because, as I told you earlier, she was naked the first time I ever saw her. I didn't even think that there was anyone else in the room when I first entered, struggling with my two suitcases. I even called out to see if there was anyone else there, and when no one responded, I thought that I was all alone. Then, the bathroom door opened.
Out stepped Helen with her short cropped black hair, and nothing else but a towel. And she was holding it in her hand. She had small, but firm looking tits, with thick brownish nipples. Her pussy patch was incredibly thick, black and curly.
"Hi," she said, walking up to me with her hand held out. "I'm Helen. You must be Jenny. We're gonna be roomies, unless I get into a sorority. I don't like the idea of living in the dorms, and if you get into a sorority you get to live in a nice house."
I was too stunned to say anything, and she must have realized that it was all because she was naked. She laughed and then wrapped the towel around herself. Although it did cover her tits, it was so short that her pussy still showed. Anyway, she ended up sitting on the bed with her feet under her ass, so the towel wasn't doing much good.
But she was kind of sweet, and one of the things that she asked, and it was probably because of my reaction to her, was whether or not I was a virgin. When I told her I was, she admitted to me that she was, too.
I felt kind of good about it, but then she said something that disturbed me.
"And shit, I can't fucking wait to lose it already."
"You mean that you want to see what sex is like. You want someone to do it?"
"Why not? I haven't experienced anything else in life yet that I find worthwhile. I've heard about sex, and I think that could be it."
"I don't know. There's your education, and studying to do what you want to do in life. That's important. A career. You want to do something with your life."
"Maybe. Maybe not. Right now I want to fuck, and when that happens I've decided I'm going to take it from there."
I started to unpack my things, and then I saw something on her dresser.
When she saw what I was looking at, she leaned over, picked it up, then said: "You see, I even came prepared. Got myself a diaphragm and everything."
That night, as I lay in bed, I couldn't stop thinking about Helen and her attitude. I wasn't sure if I was going to like being her roomie, but I decided, right then and there, that I wasn't going to hold anything against her. We were going to be roommates and friends, and I was going to make a conscious effort.
The next day, I met her for lunch at the cafeteria, after attending my first three classes. I was taking Psychology, Education, and English. As soon as Helen sat down, she started bubbling with news.
"I went to Gamma Phi Sigma today and they're starting to take pledges. I put my name in and I put your name in, too."
"What? What did you do something like that for?"
"Because it's a way to meet people. Girls, and then through the girls, guys, too. The fraternities and the sororities usually work together. Besides, you and I don't know too many people, and the girls there are great. Almost like sisters."
"Well, if they decide to take us, maybe I'll go. But we don't even know if they will."
"What a downer you are, Jennifer. Think positively."
It took about a week before they let us know if we were accepted. We had to go to this room and wait on line to find out. Now the way it worked with most of the girls is that they would go for interviews at a few different places, and they would hope to get into a few. Then, they would chose the one that was supposed to be the best, or closest to whatever standards each girl had. Some were filled with more beautiful girls. Others had the girls with more money, and things like that.
I had only applied to G.P.S., as they called it. Most of the sororities were called by their initials. It was easier than using the full name.
The reason I had only applied to one was because I really wasn't even sure if I wanted to get into any of them. But as Helen learned that she had gotten accepted to three different ones, she stepped aside and let me hear. I was sure I hadn't gotten in because I had done very little to impress the girls.
However, the girl behind the desk looked up, smiled, then pulled out my card and handed it to me. I had gotten into it.
Helen was ecstatic, and she and I went and packed our things so we could move into the sorority house that day. They also had two girls per room, so Helen and I were roomies again. In some ways then, things were the same.
But outside our room, it was different. They were in an old house, and although it was beautiful in its way, it was also very scary looking. Some of the members told us that the place was haunted, but I thought they just wanted to scare us.
However, it easily could have been a haunted house from the way it looked.
Now there were only three other pledges besides myself. Helen, of course, and then two girls named Nancy and Pam. Nancy was a thin blonde-haired girl, and Pam had flowing red hair. She was quite beautiful.
The four of us were called down to dinner that night, and the sorority president, Linda Adams, started filling us all in on the rules.
"You four girls are pledges right now, and during pledge week, you have to do whatever a full member tells you to do. If you disobey an order, you get a demerit. Six of them before the end of the week, and you are immediately thrown out.
"Our basic attitude here is to have fun. Most of us have come from boring homes with boring parents, and we want to do different things. We want to have the most fun times possible. That's really all."
Linda was a cute looking girl with brown hair, and after she'd made her speech, she walked around the dinner table and kissed us all on the cheeks.
Nothing happened that first night, I remember. In fact, before I went to sleep, I told Helen that pledging was easy. They hadn't asked us to do anything, and if it continued like this, we would be members in a week.
Helen reminded me of Hell Night, which was the last night of pledging. Anything went that night, and she said if they didn't bother us all week, they were sure to make up for it on that final night.
But they did start to do things the next night. It was a Friday night, and some of the guys from the fraternity next door had come over. I don't even remember a lot of their names. They all looked very rich and stuck up, with these chiseled features and cleft chins. I know I shouldn't throw them all together in one category, but that's just the way they all seemed to me.
Anyway, we were all sitting around drinking, something that I'd hardly ever done. I was told to make the drinks, and that was my job for the night. Lucille, a black girl in the sorority, noticed that I hadn't been having much to drink, and she made me down three vodka and tonics in a row.
Well, by that time, I could hardly walk straight, and I was filling the glasses less and less so that I wouldn't drop any. All of a sudden, I heard Jessica, one of the prettier members of the club, say something to Helen.
"Look over there at Billy." We both looked. Billy was a handsome blond boy with rugged features. He was wearing a work shirt and jeans, and he had his hands in his pants, as if he was playing with himself. "He looks a little horny," Jessica continued. "I want you to go and suck him off."
At first, there was silence in the room. I thought for sure that Jessica had to be kidding, but she and Helen stared at each other for a while.
"Will you do it, or take a demerit?" Jessica asked.
Meanwhile, Billy had pulled his cock out of his pants. He didn't just pull it out, really. He slid his pants down around his legs, and we could see his hairy legs and his thick heavy balls.
Helen had been sitting on the floor, and she started to crawl over to where Billy was. She moved her mouth to his cock, and licked the tip of it. The blond boy threw his head back and moaned, and there were a few snickers from some of the guys and the members of G.P.S. They were all loving it.
Helen seemed to like the way his cock tasted, but then, he grabbed her cheeks and pulled her mouth all the way down his shaft.
"That's the way to do it," he said. "Take it in deep. That's it."
She really didn't have any choice by that time, for he was holding her head and working it up and down his cock, faster than she probably wanted to do it. I could see that there were tears rolling down her cheeks, and she was gagging a lot because of the way he was doing things.
Meanwhile, some of the regular girls were starting to cheer, and Billy's face was beginning to turn redder than an apple.
"Oh yeah," he moaned, and he yanked Helen's head away from his cock, just in time to come on her face. He started jerking his cock and aiming it at her, and soon she was dripping with creamy white come.
"Eat it," Jessica said, and soon all the other girls were saying the same thing. It was pretty much like a chanting.
Helen started to rub her cheeks with her fingers, pushing the come into her mouth. Soon, she was licking it all over her face, and eating it.
Billy lay there with his dick still hanging out, rubbing her soft hair.
"More entertainment," Jessica screamed, and she looked toward me. But then, I am happy to say, she looked at Nancy. "Pull down your pants and panties. Take them off, Nancy. David here wants to eat you."
David, a guy with brown hair, had been sitting two people away from Billy. He must have gotten turned on watching, for his cock was hard and out of his pants. He was jerking himself, but as soon as Jessica spoke, he looked at Nancy.
"Come on," Linda, the president said, "do you want to do it, or take a demerit?"
Nancy got up, and I could see how she was blushing. In some ways, I felt that Helen's task had been easier. At least she didn't have to undress in front of everyone. But Nancy did, and she opened her pants slowly, then pushed them and her panties down around her legs. She kicked them off, and stood there, naked from the waist down.
She walked over to David who grabbed her hips with both hands, then pulled her pussy right up to his mouth. He told her to reach down and jerk his cock while he ate her, and she actually looked toward Jessica to see if she approved.
She shook her head yes, so Nancy reached down and jerked him.
I watched as he stuck his tongue out and started to lick her cunt. I could see how he was digging his tongue between her cunt lips, and pushing it upwards. He moved his fingers there and spread her lips, then started to suck on her clit.
Nancy had her eyes closed, and if she was trying to imagine that there was no one watching, I can't imagine how she succeeded. Girls and guys were constantly screaming out remarks, and there was some laughter, and some applause. I would have been humiliated had it been me up there, for when she started to come, she threw her head back, opened her mouth wide, and screamed with joy.
Then, I watched as the cock she was jerking started to shoot off.
Next, they made Pam lick a cock, and I knew it was my turn when the guy came. I had had another two drinks by that time, because I sensed that they were going to make me do something. When Jessica looked at me and told me to go to Jeffrey and let him lick my ass, I couldn't.
She said I would get a demerit, and then, Linda could see that I was getting sick. She told everyone to shut up, as I ran to the bathroom to puke.
Well, that was my way out of that first demand, and I didn't get a demerit for it.
What I didn't know though, was while I was out of the room, Helen was telling them that I probably had had too much to drink, for one thing, and that I was still a virgin, for another. Those were the two reasons, she imagined, responsible for my illness.
I'm sure that Linda and Jessica remembered that, and took it into account when Hell Night was just around the corner. But up until then, I saw many things being done, and had to participate in some. At another party, the next night, I was ordered to let Jeffrey lick my ass again, because I hadn't done it the night before.
I pulled down my pants and panties, bent over, and felt his tongue all over my buttocks. It did feel warm and nice, but then, when he started to dig his tongue into my asshole, I didn't like it too much.
Sunday was when Helen and I had our first big fight. I had gone to the library to get some books, and when I came back and opened the door to my room, I stood there in shock. I couldn't get over what was happening on the bed.
Both Helen and Pam were naked, and they were eating each other's pussies. I could see Helen with her head between Pam's legs, rubbing her hand through the girl's thick red muff as she licked her pussy lips, then dug her tongue in deeper.
They were both moaning with pleasure, and I screamed out.
"What are you doing? This is disgusting."
Suddenly, the door was closed behind me, and Jessica was standing there.
She had been watching them the whole time. In fact, she was the one who was making them do what they were doing, and when she looked at me, she smiled slyly, then spoke.
"Get undressed and get in the bed with them," she said to me. "I want to see what you look like naked, and having your cunt eaten."
I looked back at the two of them. They were kissing each other's tits now, and both of them were dripping with sweat. I looked back at Jessica and shook my head no. I got my first demerit then, and Jessica told me to move out of the way because she wanted to see what was going on.
She made me stand there and watch. At one point, she pulled out a dildo that she had in the pocket of her jeans and threw it on the bed. She told Pam to fuck Helen with it, and Pam did so, quite willingly.
After they were finished, Pam got dressed, and she and Jessica left the room. I started telling Helen how disappointed I was in her, and she kept saying that she couldn't understand why. I told her that she had done something sinfully disgusting, and she told me I was stuck up. She said I should loosen up because one day, someone was going to want my pussy, and if I didn't give it willingly, I was going to be taken.
We didn't talk to each other much after that. But the week was coming near an end. Friday night was to be Hell Night, and they hadn't done too many bad things to me.
I had to lick a guys balls while another girl sucked his cock, but nothing much worse than that.
The night of Hell Night is one I'll never forget for as long as I live. I was taken by three of the girls, and was told that I was being led to a secret chamber where they were going to carry out the Hell Night ceremony.
They started walking me toward the campus, and as they did, they stopped to blindfold me, saying that the place was secret. It was late at night by that time, and they started leading me onto the campus.
We couldn't have gone more than fifteen feet when I heard some guys starting to scream. Suddenly, no one was holding me anymore, and the girls I was with were yelling at the guys, and telling them to stop hitting them. I knew that they were being attacked, and I could hear the sounds of flesh hitting flesh, and bodies falling on the floor. I struggled to get my blindfold off, but it was on too tight. And by the time I was anywhere near getting it off, one guy had grabbed me by the arms and was pulling them behind my back. I felt myself being dragged through some bushes, and soon, there were a lot of hands all over me, and a lot of voices.
"We saved the prettiest one for some nice fucking and sucking," I heard a gruff voice saying, and my blouse was ripped open.
"Let's see that pussy," another one said, and my pants and panties were actually ripped right off in a number of pieces.
I was soon completely naked, and my hands were tied. I knew then that I was being raped, and I couldn't believe it. I was pushed back on the ground and felt the warm wet earth squishing between my buttocks.
"Who's first?" I heard one-guy say, and I was trying to figure out how many of them there were. There seemed to be too many voices to count.
I felt my legs being spread wide, and then there was this cock being rubbed against my cunt. I felt the warm heated flesh, and I started to scream.
"Please, don't," I yelled. "I can't. Not this way. I can't."
I heard one guy say that I had to have something in my mouth because I was yelling too loud and someone might hear me. I felt something warm and thick being rammed into my mouth, and it took me about five seconds to realize that it was a cock.-The guy started to thrust his cock in and out of my mouth, fast.
Then, I felt the shooting pain in my pussy. The guy who had been there was waiting for the other one to enter my mouth and muffle my screams before entering me. He did so with one long thrust, and I felt something bleeding inside.
"She's a virgin," the guy fucking me screamed. "Or at least, she was."
He thrust in deep, and then waited a few seconds. It was nice of him, I guess, because he didn't start thrusting in and out again until the pain had subsided. I don't know if he was aware of it or not.
I was almost gagging on the cock in my mouth, but that didn't make the guy slow down or anything. He kept ramming it in the back of my throat. I felt hands all over my thighs and tits, pinching my nipples.
You can imagine how agonizing something like this was to a girl in my position. I mean, the mere mention of sex had been taboo in my house, and my brother, I started thinking while it was happening, had been right.
I did have hang-ups, and this was no way to work them out. It was bothering me so much, and then, I felt the cock in my mouth starting to shoot its warm cream onto my tongue. The guy ordered me to swallow it, and I didn't want to argue, because as he spoke, he, or one of the guys, pinched my nipple so hard, as if it was a threat.
The guy was still fucking my cunt, fast, and suddenly, I felt myself getting wetter. His cock was twitching inside of me, and I hardly even realized that he had come.
"Next," I heard one voice said, and as soon as the guy between my legs had pulled out, I felt another cock ramming its way inside, invading me.
This cock was thicker than the one that had first fucked me, and I had to stretch a great deal to take him in. I thought that he was going to rip right through me, but he seemed to have some idea of what he was doing.
It wasn't until then that I felt something rubbing on my body, and I realized that some of the guys were probably on their knees, right around my body, rubbing their cocks against my skin. I was beginning to recognize what a cock head felt like, because I was now sucking on my second one.
I thought I heard some rustling in the bushes, and I wondered who could be there. If there was anyone else, I wondered why they weren't doing anything to help me.
But I had no chance to ask. There was never a time when there wasn't a cock in my mouth, and that prevented me from talking.
My body felt so used. My ass was getting muddier and muddier because I was sweating from all this abuse, and that was making the dirt underneath me even wetter than it had been when I was first thrown down.
And having my arms tied behind my back was not helping matters, either. Each time I felt some weight pressed down on my chest, it hurt my arms.
Now a single rape is not that bad, I've decided. I think it probably must leave a girl feeling terrible, of course, but after taking on all the men that I had to take on, and feeling cocks of all sizes and shapes, I could imagine being able to get through a single rape easily.
I think I must have had to suck at least seven cocks, although I did lose track, and there must have been at least fifteen different guys in my cunt. By the time the last one was in there, I was sore, although my cunt was so filled with come, that he was able to move around there easily.
As the last cock exploded in my cunt, and someone hit me in the nose with his cock, I felt them all starting to pull back. Then, I heard some more rustling in the bushes, and I was sure that they had run away.
I started to try and work the ropes that held my wrists bound, and upon doing it, I discovered that the knot had been tied like a shoelace. All I had to do was pull a string and the loops opened, and my hands were free.
As I moved my body, I noticed how each and every muscle was aching with pain. Still, I wanted to get up and leave.
I took my blindfold off, and that's when I saw them all there. Every girl from G.P.S. was standing around me, and there were a lot of guys from the fraternity next door. All their cocks were hanging out of their pants, and they were all limp. I knew then that those guys had been the ones, and everyone was laughing.
"Congratulations, Jennifer," Jessica was saying, and she was applauding louder than anyone else. "You've passed. You're a member."
I looked down at my abused, sore body, filled with mud, then back up at all of them. I could hear their laughing echoing through my brain, and I was so upset. I didn't know what to do, and suddenly, I just fainted.
I woke up in my bed back in the sorority, and Helen was sitting there.
"You gave us quite a scare," she said to me, and she was acting calm. "I should think you would have liked losing your virginity, especially when you think of all the different guys that you got to sample."
"I was raped," I said to her, and the thought of it still made me shiver.
"Don't be an asshole," she said. "You were initiated, that's all."
Well, that was what they thought. I stayed in the fraternity, but I was holding in all these hostile feelings toward the girls. I really hated them for what they had put me through, and I knew I hated them even more when Jeffrey asked me out one night and tried to make love to me.
As soon as he kissed me, and I felt him rubbing his cock bulge against my leg, I started to gag so much, that I thought I was going to throw up. He continued until I just pushed him off and ran out of his room. I don't even know why I had let him take me there in the first place.
I couldn't function with any boy at school, and that was why I came to see you last week, doctor. I thought that if I talked about what happened, and I could get someone who would understand the way I felt, it might help me.
You were so understanding last week, even though you didn't know about this rape back then. But last week, I saw my brother again.
He had joined the Navy, and he came to see me when he had a weekend leave. He had a motel room near campus for the weekend,- and I went to see him. He looked like a man, tall, well built, and incredibly handsome.
As we spoke, he pulled out some marijuana and some cocaine. He told me that almost all the guys in the Navy do these drugs, and that basically, it's the only way most of them are able to get through the day.
As we started to get higher, me for my first time, I felt him rubbing my thigh. I could feel myself getting nauseous again, and when he asked me what was wrong, I broke down and started to cry, telling him about Hell Night and how I had been raped.
He was gentle and understanding, and he told me that he was going to try and help me work it all out. I said that I didn't know how he could, and he explained that if he made love to me, perhaps more tenderly than I had had it done before, I wouldn't get sick everytime someone tried again.
I didn't know if I could let him, but he kept giving me joint after joint to smoke, and he went to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of wine. A few glasses of wine was what really made me relax enough to let him strip me, and then, he moved his mouth down between my legs and started to eat me with such love and affection. I could feel him squirming out of his pants, and then his hard cock was rubbing against my leg.
It didn't take him long to make me come, for I was so relaxed by that time, and when he started to kiss his way up my body and I felt him moving his cock up, I knew that he was going to enter me.
I must admit that my brother did help me in some ways. My pussy was warm and receptive for his cock, and I started to come only a few minutes after he had entered me. I looked at the proud expression on his face as he thrust in and out, and I could feel my pussy starting to spasm even harder.
We were both dripping with sweat by the time it was over, and he kissed me lovingly again. We spent the night in each other's arms.
I thought that I was fully cured, until I went back to the sorority house. I can't look at the. girls there without getting sick again, because each time I look at them, I think of what they saw happening to me, and remember that they were all responsible for it. I really think I hate them all, as a group.
CONCLUSION
The first thing I told Jennifer is that if the girls in the sorority bother her, she should quit and move back to the dorms. A girl's sex life at that particular age, is very important, and if the girls serve as a hindrance rather than a help in Jennifer's coming to grips with her stern upbringing and her Hell Night rape, then it is better for her to leave them.
I also think that her brother might have had good intentions in trying to make tender love to her, to help her relieve some of the anguish she felt from the rape. However, since Jennifer did have such a stern upbringing, I am sure that in the future, she will start having guilt feelings about her incestuous affair.
That is why she needs help now, and I offered her my services if she wants to come back in the future.
CASE HISTORY SIX
SUBJECT: Lisa C. AGE: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
Lisa is a short and very attractive young girl with curly black hair and high, sculptured cheekbones. When she came to see me she was wearing a tight white turtleneck sweater, and the sweater managed to hug her breasts and show them off to their fullest.
She wore a skirt, too, which I found rather odd for a girl of her age. Most high school girls tend to dress in jeans nowadays, and when I commented on that fact, she told me that she always preferred to dress like a woman, and not a man.
With those as her first words, she started to talk, quite willingly.
* * *
If I were ever to tell anyone about the way I was raped by my teacher, I'm sure there would be a lot of different consequences. For instance, he could get fired, or else he could deny the entire thing and turn it against me.
I think, though, that I blame the people who are behind giving us the regents that we have to take in French, because I figure that if I didn't have to take them, then I wouldn't have been worried about how I was doing in class, and then I wouldn't have had to ask Mr. Liser for lessons.
The one thing that I'm happy about, though, and I think it worked out the best because of it, is that I wasn't a virgin when the whole thing happened. I had met Lloyd in my class, the French one that is, and he took an instant liking to me.
He sat behind me in class, and he had short blond hair. He had just moved to New York from California, and he was really scared about taking the class. He didn't want to, but it was a requirement.
Now the reason he was so scared was because he had cheated his way through the first few years of French back in California, and he knew that even if he cheated his way through this year, there was still that regent to be taken at the end of the year. If we failed it, we would have to take French over again.
Lloyd asked me out the first day at school, and I thought he was so cute that I agreed to go with him. We ended up back at his place, at about ten-thirty, and he told me that his folks were both asleep because they worked in the city and had to travel by trains in the morning. They went to bed early every night, I soon found out, because after that first night with him, I was more than willing to get it on with him every night that we had a chance.
We were sitting on the couch when he first put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close enough to kiss me. I could feel my whole body tingling when he pressed his tongue into my mouth, and then he moved his hand between my legs.
I was wearing a dress that night, as I tend to do most of the time, and he slid his hand right under my dress and started to fondle my cunt through my panties. I could feel my pussy starting to get wetter, and he knew that it was happening, too, because my panties were starting to get wet.
I asked him if he had ever done anything like this before, and when he told me that he'd done it a lot, I knew that I should let him fuck me. I wanted someone who was experienced, to make up for my lack of experience.
He started to strip me, fast, and lovingly. I mean, when he opened my blouse and took it off, he kissed my tits, sucking on each brown nipple until it was perked right up and open to receptive touches.
He started to flick one back and forth with his tongue while his fingers worked at my skirt and pulled it down, along with my panties.
Then, he kissed his way down my belly, until he was on his knees between my legs. He started to lick my pussy, and the thing that I remember liking the most about it was when he was exhaling hot breath up my cunt.
I felt such a warmth then, that I started to come right away. I could feel my whole body trembling, and he sucked my juices right out of my pussy.
I was pinching my own nipples, but then, he started to open his shirt. He had thick brown nipples, and I saw how stiff they were. I started to pinch them, and he looked up at me and smiled approvingly.
He slid out of his pants next, and I looked at his thick cock. When he saw how fascinated I was by it, he stood up. I was still sitting so that when he stood, his cock was inches away from my mouth. He started to rub the stiffened head of it against my lips, and I opened my mouth and let him slide it in.
"That's right," he said to me. "That's nice. See how fast we learn."
He was being real gentle with me, unlike Mr. Liser who attacked me like he was some kind of animal or something, and continued, even when I protested. Now that's rape.
But Lloyd fed me his cock gently, and the reason for that, as it turned out, was because he didn't want to come in my mouth. He just wanted me to work him up a little bit more before he would fuck me.
As I sucked him, he pulled on my nipples, then bent forward a little more so that he was moving his hands to my pussy and massaging my cunt lips. I could feel them getting wetter than ever, and I loved how it felt.
Then, Lloyd pulled his cock out of my mouth and told me to lie down on the couch. As I did, he positioned himself between my legs and started to rub his cock head against my pussy lips. He then entered me with one long thrust, and I could feel my whole body exploding with pleasure when he did that.
It was such a sensational feeling. I felt the way his balls were hitting against my ass each time he thrust deep into my cunt, and looked at how he was sweating. I even moved my finger to the middle of his chest and started to rub one trickling drop of sweat back into his skin.
"Move, baby," he was saying, and I started to thrust my hips up and down to meet him halfway, so he wouldn't have to do all the thrusting on his own.
Then he leaned forward and started to kiss me on the lips. His strong chest pressed against my tits, and I thought that I was going to faint. That was how intense all the pleasure was, and it was something that I had just never been used to before. Of course, I wanted it to go on forever.
I don't know how long it did go on, but there were times when he was breathing heavy and he told me to slow down or it would be over. He must have done that about four times before he decided that it was time to let loose.
I could feel his cock exploding inside of me, and suddenly, my cunt was ten times as wet as it had been. I know that it was because as he came, I started to come, too. I loved the fact, and he seemed to love it to, that we were able to come together on our first fuck. He kept whispering in my ear, telling me how fabulous he felt because that had happened, and even though I didn't understand it all then, I do now, and it makes me happy to know that we did it.
You can imagine how much closer Lloyd and I were the next day, and for weeks and months to come after that.
We became a hot item around the school, and one day, after class, Mr. Liser asked me to stay so he could talk to me. I had no idea what he wanted to say. I walked up to his desk after class, and he looked up at me.
He had black hair, and was in his forties. I could tell that he would be bald pretty soon, because his hair was thin, and he combed in to cover his bald spot.
"Your grades started out rather poorly, and they've been deteriorating ever since. I think that Baker boy has been a bad influence."
"Lloyd. He's had nothing to do with my French grades."
"He's an extremely stupid student, and I feel he's rubbing off on you."
"Look, Mr. Liser," I said, "my personal life is none of your concern. If I'm doing poorly in French, that's one thing. But don't you go telling me who the hell you think is responsible, because that's none of your damn business."
I just turned around and walked out of the room, and it wasn't until I was outside that I started shaking. I realized that I had lost my head, and when I thought about who I had yelled at, I kept thinking he would hold it against me. Lloyd was waiting there for me, and when I told him what Liser had said, he told me the man was just jealous. We had a good laugh over that one.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Lisa came to see me, she was wearing a low cut blouse, and a long skirt. I had to admit that she looked sensational. Although the blouse was low cut, there was not much cleavage showing because of Lisa's small, but firm breasts. She reminded me, in some ways, of a model for a perfume ad.
Her skirt was long and flowing, and when she sat down, I could see that she was wearing high black leather boots.
She seemed quite eager to talk again this time, so I just let her begin.
* * *
When I think back to how Lloyd and I had that laugh over thinking that Mr. Liser was jealous, I realize that maybe we shouldn't have laughed. After all, we were laughing because the idea of it seemed so funny, and yet, as it turned out in the end, it was true. He was jealous of Lloyd, and he seemed to have an incredible hostility toward my boyfriend in class. Of course, he made us think that it was only because Lloyd was a poor student, and couldn't bring his grade up no matter how hard he studied.
And the reason he started to do so poorly was because Liser would watch over him like a hawk whenever he gave a test, so Lloyd couldn't cheat from anyone. Meanwhile, since he was concentrating on one person only, the rest of the class was cheating their asses off. Really. It just wasn't fair.
I was doing pretty badly myself, and when I went to see my grade advisor and told her that I feared I was going to fail French, she told me that I should ask my teacher to help me outside of class. She said that Mr. Liser was a kind gentleman, and always willing to help his students.
You can imagine what the thought of doing something like that was doing to me. I didn't want to ever have to talk to that man alone again, but what could I do? I wanted to pass my regent and graduate.
I went up to him one day when Lloyd was sick. I didn't think that I could let him know that I was going to ask Liser for help.
Liser looked at me, rather slyly. I had a feeling that he was thinking I had come crawling back to him on my hands and knees. At least that was the expression that he had on his face, and I've always been good at reading people.
"When would you like to meet?" he asked, with his suave French accent that made me sick. I usually loved French accents, but when you hate the man talking, it doesn't matter if he's using an accent that makes you melt when others use it. You just hate it then.
I kept telling him that I wanted to meet after class, or after school, but he said that he had a tight schedule. Then he told me that he sometimes tutored kids at his apartment on weekends, and although the thought of seeing him six, rather than five, days a week made me sick, I knew that there was no other way.
I didn't look forward to Saturday at all. I told Lloyd that I was going into the city to meet an old camp friend, and since he had heard me talk about camp so often, and how close I was to all the other girls, he thought he'd feel out of place. And that was just the way I wanted him to react.
When I got to Liser's apartment, a huge spacious place in the east thirties, I was shocked to find that I was the only one there.
"I thought there are other students that you tutor," I said.
"All privately," he said. "You can't tutor a group. It has to be one to one."
We sat down and he opened the French book. He put it on the coffee table so that we had to sit close on the couch, in order to read it. I noticed how he kept trying to put his arm around me, and I kept pulling away.
But finally, he did get his arm around me, and he pulled me very close to him.
"Mr. Liser, what are you doing?" I asked.
And that was when his attack began. He pushed me back on the couch and climbed on top of me. He moved his lips to mine and tried to kiss me, but I kept turning my head so his lips wouldn't touch mine.
"You know that you want me, just like I want you," I said to him.
His fingers were tearing at my blouse buttons, and he got most of them open without ripping them. Still, one did roll across the floor, and I had to sew it on when I was getting ready to leave, after the rape.
When my blouse was open, he moved his two hands to my tits and started to massage them. My nipples stiffened, but my body sickened. I hated him so much.
I kept trying to kick him in the groin. Lloyd had once told me that if I was ever attacked, it would be the easiest way out. But he was pressing his stiffened cock and groin against my leg, and I couldn't kick him with any kind of force.
He started to slide my skirt zipper down, and then, he pushed it down, along with my skirt and panties. When he saw my naked pussy, he moaned softly. Then he slid his fingers down between my legs and rammed them up my cunt.
"You fucking scumbag," I screamed, because I was dry, and he didn't seem to really give a shit about that. He was fingering me hard.
But when I said that, his mood suddenly changed again.
Added to his animal lust was a complete, face-reddening anger. He looked like he was about to kill me when he lifted his hand and then smashed it across my face.
"Shut your fucking mouth," he screamed.
He hit me three more times, and that knocked the energy out of me, and gave him time enough to stand up and strip off his pants and underpants. I could see that his cock was not all that big, even though it was hard.
I wanted to laugh at him for his puny size. At least it was puny in comparison with what I was used to from Lloyd.
But I sensed that if I laughed, he would really hit me harder than he had before. He spread my legs with a tremendous amount of brutal force, then rubbed his cock head against my pussy lips.
"I'm going to fuck you, young lady," he said. "You're going to learn just what pleasure is all about from someone who knows."
He didn't, and I knew it from his entry.
You see, he had been trying to get me wet, but I wasn't into being fucked my him. When you fuck, as Lloyd has told me at least a hundred times over, your mind is just as important as your body. If you can't get into the right frame of mind, nothing will work.
You can believe that I was not at all in the right frame of mind to be fucked by that man, and so, I was completely dry.
Still, he rammed his cock into me, and it didn't hurt as much as I had thought it would because of his size. But you should have seen what he was like when he forced that dick into my cunt. He pressed his body on top of mine and then started moving, only from the waist down, humping his ass so his cock was thrusting in and out.
He had the most contented smile on his face, too, as if he was loving the whole thing. That made me think that his sex life, up until that point, must have been one of the most pathetic things a man could have. If this was how he had to get off, raping unwilling girls and fucking dry pussies, then he was not what you'd call normal.
I don't know how long the whole thing lasted, but when he moved his mouth back to mine and tried to kiss me, I wouldn't let him thrust his tongue into my mouth. Oh, you can believe that he was trying like crazy to do it, but I kept my teeth clenched together so that even though he was able to get his tongue past my lips, he came up against my teeth and -knew he couldn't get in.
His face was turning red as he thrust in and out, and soon, it was starting to hurt. I mean, I was dry for the whole fuck, and he was beginning to chafe my pussy walls with his dry, scrawny cock skin.
"Would you come already, you fucking asshole," I said to him. And that was when I felt his cock starting to pulsate. I realized that he got off being called names like that. I mean, if he was pulsating, doesn't it follow.
So I decided to continue, and I went through every curse in the book.
"Mother fucking asshole. Can't you even get your dick to shoot. Come on, shitface. Let's feel your orgasm already. What the fuck is wrong with you?"
You should have seen how he was smiling more and more as I insulted him, and then I felt his come finally shooting into me. I was relieved because although I still hated him, and the whole rape, at least his come was lining the inside of my cunt, and that felt relaxing, overall. My walls were no longer dry and rough, but rather, lubricated. Even if it was with his scummy come.
You should have seen him when it was over, too. He looked at me with such love and affection, as if he thought this was the start of something big. I just pushed him off me, got dressed, sewed on my button, and left. He was trying to come on to me again, but I didn't let him get me down.
It wasn't until last Thursday, after my first visit here, that Lloyd confronted me with things. He had followed me here, and he also asked me if I had really seen a camp friend on Saturday. I finally broke down and told him what happened, and although he had sympathy for me, he told me that as long as it was over, the two of us might as well take advantage of what had happened.
We barged into his office as he was marking our test papers.
"Lisa told me how you raped her, you son-of-a-bitch," Lloyd said. "We have something to tell you, now. We'd better both get a hundred on all tests from now on, and you'd better do something to fix up our regents when we take it. Because if you don't, your name is going to be shit all over the school, understand? Lisa is willing to testify against you, right honey? And you'd be out on your ass."
The next day, we got our tests back. We'd both gotten a hundred. Yippee!
CONCLUSION
Although Lisa seemed to suffer at the time of her actual rape, there were many factors that, in the end, helped her get over it. The first, of course, was her relationship with Lloyd, and the fact that she had learned all about sex from him. The second was her ability to put up with her teacher, even when he seemed to go crazy on her. Her keeping a clear mind probably helped her get through the rape psychologically unharmed. And last, and seemingly the most important to Lisa, is the fact that now, she and her boyfriend can blackmail their teacher into giving them passing grades. They'll never learn French that way, although, I think that they are both experienced enough with the only kind of French that counts.
CASE HISTORY SEVEN
SUBJECT: Shari AGE: Eighteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Shari is a black girl with short black hair and a clear complexioned face. She had thick brown lips, deep set black eyes, and a pug nose.
She is quite attractive in her own right, and I noticed that she seemed to be wearing a little bit of make-up. She wore what seemed to be the minimal amount, for at first I couldn't really tell if she had any on.
She was wearing a pair of dungarees with a matching dungaree jacket, and a tight blouse which revealed curved, large breasts. I noticed, at first, that Shari was acting very tough when she came to see me, and I had the feeling that she was doing it to try and impress me. Once she realized that something like that would do nothing to impress me, however, she stopped the acting.
* * *
You must think that I'm some kind of asshole, putting on that act the way that I did. But I can't help it. You see, I came from out of the city, and it's only been about a year now since I've been here. I wish that my family never had to move, because it was pretty tough for me to make an adjustment from one high school to the other. Also, the schools back where I came from were never as tough.
I've been through so many things since I've been in the city, including a rape that turned out to be the most drastic. However, I'm going to tell you some other things first, because I suspect that there were certain people at school behind the rape, and I want to see if you agree.
First of all, I should tell you that I'm not a virgin. I was going with this guy named Don back home, and we had been making it with each other since we were reaching puberty, if you can believe it.
Don had a pretty large cock, so I had learned how to master fucking with a big dick. I didn't really think that there could be a cock bigger than Don's, and it had given me some great workouts in my cunt, and my mouth. He had taught me how to love the taste of come, so naturally, when I had to move, I decided I had to get myself another boyfriend. I couldn't live without a guy for more than a few days.
Coincidentally enough, the guy that I met was also named Don. He was another black boy with light brown skin, and he was quite handsome. I didn't come on to him. In fact, it was the complete opposite. He sat down next to me in the cafeteria, and then he started talking. He was really sweet, and when he asked me out that night, I refused. However, he finally talked me into going out with him at the end of the week.
I thought everything was going to be working out great now that I had a guy interested in me, but I couldn't have been more wrong.
You see, Don, as it turned out, was going out with Larissa, one of the toughest girls in the school. I didn't know that at the time, of course, but I was to find out a day later, in the showers at the gym.
I was washing the sweat off my naked body, after a good workout on the track, when I felt something hitting me.
I opened my eyes and saw this tough looking girl. She had just slapped one of my large tits with her hand, and she was getting ready to slap me again.
She had larger tits than I had, but that was because they were more fatty than anything else. Larissa, however, was not fat at all. It's just that her tits were so big that they seemed out of place on her body. Her black nipples were thick, and they looked like they were stiff when she hit me.
"You motherfucker," she said to me. "You fucking nigger motherfucker."
She slapped me across the face again, and I was getting ready to hit her back when I felt someone grab my arms and yank them behind my back. I turned around and saw that another girl had grabbed my arms. She was naked, and although she was black, she had dyed blonde hair, on her head and her pussy.
"What's going on?" I asked, getting a little scared now.
Most of the girls in the shower had stopped washing themselves so they could look over and see what Larissa was up to now. They had probably seen shit like that a hundred times before, and loved the violence.
"You got a date with my man Don," she said, in her uppity nigger tone of voice. I swear that I hated her from that minute.
"I didn't know that Don was your man, but if you have any gripes about it, don't you think you should talk to him? He's the one who made the date. Maybe he's sick of you by now and wants something else."
She pulled on my nipple, tugging so hard, that I thought she was going to pull it right off. I started to scream, but that didn't bring any of the others running. She moved her other hand to my other tit, so the pain was increased twice as much.
"Now you take that back, nigger," she said to me. "You take that back and you make sure that you break your date."
I shook my head no. I wasn't going to let some big-titted tough nigger tell me what to do because she was threatening me with pain. I should have shook my head yes then, to avoid what she did to me next.
She moved her fingers to my cunt and started to insert them. She started to scratch my cunt walls hard, and her fingernails were very long. I could feel my skin peeling off under her nails as she scraped her way around, and I thought that I was going to faint from the pain she was inflicting.
I could feel my knees buckling as she continued, but the girl in back of me was holding me up, until Larissa pulled her fingers out and they let me fall to the ground.
I was crying by that time, but it didn't stop that tough nigger from kicking me in the stomach and laughing.
"Remember what I said," she told me. "If you don't, I'll get your motherfucking ass in one way or another. Remember that. Let's go girls."
I could see about five of them walking away, and they were all as tough looking as that nigger Larissa had been. I could suddenly understand why none of the other girls had tried to help me. They only would have risked a punch in the stomach, or a kick in the cunt, from one of Larissa's girls. I couldn't blame them.
But I did have a talk with Don that afternoon. I could see Larissa and some of her girls hanging out in front of the school, watching as Don and I talked.
I told him what that bitch had done to me that day, and he looked over, then walked toward the car where the girls were hanging out.
I don't know what he said to her, but I could hear her screaming. He was yelling back in a few minutes, and then, I saw her slap him across the face. He suddenly slapped her back, even harder.
The next thing I knew, she was pulling a knife out so he wouldn't-hit her again.
"It's over," I heard him yelling, and he started walking back toward me.
He told me that he had been trying to end his relationship with her for about a year now, and that she tried this kind of shit with all the girls that he asked out. She was successful, too, because most of them, after some scaring from Larissa, were too scared to go out with him.
He looked so sweet, and I could tell how much he was beginning to hate her, so I decided that I was going to be one girl who that bitch wouldn't scare off. I decided that no matter what, I would go out with him.
On Friday, in the lockers, I found a note pinned on mine.
It was from her, and it was another warning. Then, while I was showering, she walked over to me again. She was about to try and abuse my cunt again, I could tell, but I was too fast for her. I aimed my knee toward her pussy and then smashed it right into her curly black cunt patch. She doubled over in pain and I told her that she'd better find herself another guy, because he didn't want her.
"I'll get you for this," she was screaming.
"Fuck you, cunt," I told her, and as I walked past her, I turned around and kicked her in the ass. She went skidding across the shower floor.
Now maybe I shouldn't have done that, because I think that Larissa and her girls were the ones who raped me Friday night, after my date with Don.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Shari came to see me, she was wearing a three piece pants suit, and she looked quite mature and feminine. She was not trying to act tough with me at all this second time, and I found that it made for a better rapport between the two of us when she was being honest and being herself.
She spoke a little slower this time, especially when she came to the part where she was dragged into the alley and beaten. I could see how painful it was for her to relive that experience, but she did so quite valiantly.
* * *
I'm glad I went out on my date with Don. He was such a gentleman, and he ended up having a cock that was as nice as my old Don's had been. He picked me up in his car and we went out to dinner. Then we went to a drive-in, and that was where he made his move. He leaned over and kissed me, and when I started to suck on his tongue, I could feel my pussy getting wet.
He already had his hands down there, and he was opening my pants and pushing them down around my knees. He started to slide his fingers into my panties, and I knew that he knew just what he was doing as soon as he felt for my clit and began to wiggle it back and forth, gently. I could feel my pussy getting even wetter, and that was when he moved his mouth down between my legs and started to eat me.
Meanwhile, I was moving my hand to his pants, rubbing the stiffening bulge that I could feel growing there. When he was hard, I pulled down his fly and then pulled his cock out of his pants. It was longer than my old Don's, but not as thick.
I don't know how we did it on the front seat of his car, but he managed to straddle his cock over my face while he ate my cunt, and in that way, we were able to go at each other in the sixty-nine position.
I could taste some drops of come at the tip of his cock as soon as he was rubbing it against my lips, and I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue, then started to run it up and down his brown cock shaft.
I loved the way his cock twitched upwards as I ran my tongue along the underside of it, and then, I sucked him between my lips. He started to thrust his cock in and out of my mouth, and I could soon feel him pulsating hard.
I had already come a few times by then, and he was busy sucking my juices out of my hot pussy when he started to come in my mouth. I could taste the thick loads of his cock cream shooting onto my tongue, and it was delicious. I was so excited that I started to come again hard, and he seemed to love it.
After we had brought each other off once, we sat up and watched the movie. Of course, you can believe that we didn't take our hands away from each other's genitals. I was feeling his cock grow in my hand, and he was keeping my pussy constantly stimulated, and it was always very wet.
After the first movie, he said he wanted to fuck me, and I was more than willing to spread my legs for his long pole. He started to rub it against my pussy lips and then entered me with one, long firm stroke. I could feel my whole body bursting with pleasure as he thrust in deep, and my pussy started to spasm around his cock right then and there. I could feel the heat from his solid piece of flesh, and it was running through my entire body and making me feel warm and safe.
We were fucking for the longest time before he started to come inside of me, and when he did, he was sweating all over me. I felt his cock shooting thick loads of come into my pussy, and I clung to him because I was loving it.
He kept kissing me and filling me at the same time, and he rested on top of me for about a half an hour, after he had come.
That was one thing my old Don had never done, and I was glad that the new one was into some nice afterplay. I can be stroked for a good hour after I come, and still feel quite stimulated because of it.
After the movie, it was kind of late, and Don drove me home. He kissed me tenderly before dropping me off in front of my building.
I was just about to open the front door when I heard some moaning coming from the alley. I thought that someone sounded like they were in pain, and so, I decided that I had to go there and help.
I've always been like that. I walked into the dark alley, deeper and deeper.
Suddenly, I felt something hitting me in the stomach, and my hands were grabbed behind my back. They were wrenched tightly together, and a leather strap was tied around them so I couldn't pull them apart.
"Let's get this bitch," I heard a deep voice say.
"Yes," another one said, and I knew that I was going to be raped then.
I could feel hands tearing at my clothing, and soon, I was naked. When I opened my mouth to try and scream, a gag was stuffed into my mouth. I had enough trouble trying to breathe once that thing was in my mouth.
I was shoved down on the dirty ground, on my back.
I felt fingers spreading my pussy, and that's when I continued to have my suspicions. You see, the nails felt kind of long, and I thought that it had to be Larissa and her crew. Then I thought about the voices, and how they had sounded.
Deep, and forced, doctor. It easily could have been the niggers pretending that they were men by putting on phony voices.
But then, another thing threw me off. I could feel something that felt like a cock being rammed up my cunt. It was thicker than anything I could imagine. I had never thought that any man could have a cock that big.
I had to muffle my screams on the gag, because it was all I could do. However, the cock seemed to be ripping me apart. I was glad that I was still a little bit wet from all the petting that we had done in the car on the way home, otherwise it would have been worse that ever.
I could feel the weight of someone's body on top of mine, and it did feel like whoever was fucking me, had tits. That's why I'm pretty sure it was a girl wearing a strap-on dildo, and I wouldn't be surprised to learn that it was Larissa.
Because it did turn out to be a dildo. I kept wondering why this cock inside of me wasn't giving off any heat, and why it didn't seem like it was about to come, even though it was fucking me fast and hard.
There didn't seem to be any pulsations or anything.
That was when I thought that it was a dildo. A dildo wouldn't serve like a real cock, and not only that, but a dildo could easily be made as big as this cock inside of me was feeling at the time. That would have explained its size, too.
It was a brutal, agonizing size for any girl to have to take in.
I didn't come at all during the fucking, even though I was getting a little bit wetter. I don't think that the intentions of the rapist and his or her cohorts was to make me come. It was just to bring me pain, and they did.
And the thing that pretty much confirmed my dildo thesis in my mind was when the cock started to pull out. It had never come, and it was just as thick as it had been when I first felt it enter me.
I was relieved when it was pulled out, and then, I felt myself being rolled over. The leather strap was taken off my wrists, and I was kicked in the ass at least a dozen times. Some of the people were wearing boots, and those boots had taps on the bottom, so you can imagine how hard that felt.
Then, I heard them all running away. Since I was in the deepest darkest part of the alleyway, and they were running toward a lighter area, I was able to make out the backs of some of them in the shadows.
Some of them looked like they could have been girls, although I don't think I'll ever really know for sure.
I struggled to get up and dressed, then managed to get home. I washed all the blood and dirt off myself, happy that my parents were already asleep. I would have hated for them to get up and see what I looked like.
But I was hurting inside for the longest time, and I felt as if the entire world was against me. I didn't want to talk to Don for the rest of the weekend, even though he kept trying to call. Of course, there was nothing that I could do about avoiding him in school on Monday. He sensed that something was wrong, and I told him all about what had happened to me Friday night.
I even told him that I suspected it was his ex-girlfriend and her cronies, and although he told me that she could never do anything like that, I don't think that he even believed that himself. He just seemed to be saying it to try and appease me.
However, I did see him go up and talk to her after he spoke with me, and he seemed pretty angry with her. I don't know what he said to her again, but all I know is that she's never bothered me since that Monday.
I've been seeing Don steadily now, and although I have an enemy in Larissa, she's a silent enemy now. She's never tried to do anything to me, and I always get the feeling now that she's trying to avoid me.
Don always sees me to my front door now, too. And sex with him is better than it's been with anyone. He was so understanding after my rape, and maybe that's the reason why I get off with him. Or maybe, if he knows for a fact that Larissa and her friends were responsible, he might feel a little guilty and so he might be trying extra hard to please me. I really don't care which is the reason.
It's the end results that makes me happy, and our fucking has been great.
CONCLUSION
I am glad that Shari was able to adapt so well to what happened to her, but I think that her incredible amount of intellect and reasoning were solely responsible for her coming through with flying colors.
Rather than fight back, she submitted to her attackers, which saved her a lot of anguish, I'm sure. And instead of just lying there, she was trying to figure out clues so she could know who was responsible.
I tend to agree with her suspicions, but since Larissa is no longer bothering her and she has recovered, there is no reason to even think about it anymore.
CASE HISTORY EIGHT
SUBJECT: Ali N. AGE: Nineteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Ali is a stunning blonde-haired girl, who wears her hair cut in the fashion that recently became popular when a certain television personality achieved fame, by wearing her blonde hair in that tossed shag cut.
Although the television star in question is beautiful, I can honestly state that Ali is as least ten times as beautiful, with her more perfect features and figure.
When she came to see me she was wearing a loose fitting sweater and tight slacks, and I had the feeling that she purposely dressed to show off her shapely figure. But then again, if a girl has a figure like Ali's, she should show it off.
* * *
The last year and a half of my life has been the most incredible time of my life. Up until the age of seventeen, nothing was happening to me. Now when I say nothing, I am talking only about sex. The reason for that is because once I learned about sex, and what pleasures my body was capable of achieving, I just can't get enough of it. It reached a point where I even raped a man because he was the only man around and I was desperate to feel a cock inside of me, filling me like a cock should.
I don't know why I get those urges sometimes, but I'll tell you everything.
I was sixteen when my mother died, and it was one of the saddest things that ever happened to me and my father. I kind of took my mother's place as far as the work in the house went. I would rush home after school to clean up and make my father's dinner.
I don't even remember what caused him to rape me when I was seventeen. I know that he was drunk that night when he came home from work, and I know that it must have had a lot to do with the way I was dressed.
You see, I had been going through some of my mother's clothing, and I had come across this sheer, almost see through blouse that she had once owned. I had put it on and was wearing it when my father came home from work.
He took one look at me and went crazy. Now I have to admit that when he first threw me down, I was prepared for what was going to happen.
Don't think me a dirty little girl, doctor, but the truth of the matter is I had been having fantasies about my father fucking me ever since I was little. I had seen him and my mother in their bedroom a few times, right in the middle of their fucking, and I had not only been intrigued, but turned on.
My father started to kiss me on the lips as he ripped at the beautiful blouse I was wearing. He literally ripped it into pieces, probably because he not only wanted to get to my naked flesh, but also because he didn't want me to ever wear it again.
My large tits were heaving up and down, and I could smell the liquor on his breath when he moved his, mouth down to my tit. He started to nibble at my pink nipple, and I could feel it stiffening in a second. His leg was grinding between my legs, and my pussy was starting to get wetter and wetter.
I wanted to beg him to fuck me already, but thought that I should wait.
I had a feeling that he wouldn't like it if I begged him, and I sensed that he was going to go all the way anyway. I could feel his cock bulge pressing against me, and that dick of his obviously wanted me.
He started to kiss his way down my belly, and he-pulled off my pants and panties at the same time. He moved his mouth to my pussy and started to eat me; spreading my cunt lips with his two thumbs and flicking his tongue deep into me.
He started to suck on my clit, and I was going crazy. I humped my pussy up and down against his face, and he kept sucking and sucking, and I started to come in less than a minute. I fed his face as he lapped my juices.
He was moaning the entire time, and when he lifted his mouth, I could see all my pussy cream rolling down his chin.
As he looked at me, he started ripping off his shirt. I loved his black hairy chest and his stiff nipples. I couldn't wait to see his cock.
When he finally got his pants off, I could see how thick he was. His dick was sticking straight up and pointing toward me, and he looked so proud as he looked down at himself, then back up at me. He could see how much I liked him.
He rammed himself into me with one long thrust, and I could feel my whole body exploding with pleasure. His cock really filled me up, and it stretched me. The only thing was, I didn't feel him ripping my hymen, and that was good, I guess. My mother had told me all about sex before she died, and she had told me how some girls lose their hymen before the first time, and how those girls were the lucky ones. Then she went on to describe the bloody pain that went along with that first time, and it sounded awful. When I felt no pain, I was quite happy.
My father thrust in and out of me a few times, and I was feeling myself on the verge of coming. But then, all of a sudden, I could feel his cock pulsating and I felt myself getting wetter as he started to shoot his cream into me.
Two seconds later, his cock was shrinking, and all the pleasure I had felt on the rise suddenly subsided. It was not the great fuck I had been anticipating it would be, and when he started to pull away, I grabbed his cock.
"Do it again," I said. "I didn't get off that time, daddy. Do it again. I want to feel your cock filling me and making me come."
He looked at me, and suddenly, it was as if he had sobered up. The expression on his face changed, and he looked like he was feeling disgusted and guilty at the same time. He slapped me across the face and I dropped his dick.
He pulled his pants up and started to leave.
He didn't come home again that night, and you can imagine that I must have felt like shit. I felt as if I was responsible, even though he had been the one who had attacked me first. However, I learned something that night, and it got me through the entire night.
I learned how to masturbate. You see, I could still feel this incredible longing in my cunt, and I started to slide my fingers in and out of my pussy. I could feel them rubbing over my clit, and when my clit started to tingle, I knew that I was going in the right direction. I continued to work my fingers in and out, and soon, I was feeling the pleasures shooting through my body.
It was much more fulfilling than my father's fast fuck had been, but I was determined for us to give it another try.
The next day, I made myself up before he came home. I had a picture of my mother right in front of me, and I did my hair and my make-up the way she used to do hers. By the time I was finished, I looked like a younger version of her.
My father came home drunk again that night, and he seemed shocked by the way I looked. I started to undress in front of him, and he was getting hornier and hornier by the minute. I could see him rubbing his cock through his pants, and when he pulled it out, I lay back and spread my legs.
He came just as he entered me, and you can imagine how that made me feel. I hadn't even begun to work myself up, and it was over already.
I kept playing with his cock, begging him to get hard again.
That's when he seemed to come out of his drunken stupor again, and he pulled back and started running toward his room.
"Wait," I said, getting up and running after him. "There's nothing wrong with what we're doing. Daddy, wait."
I flung his bedroom door open and saw him lying on his bed, crying. I moved closer to him, and when I tried to touch his cock, he slapped my hand away.
"You're bad. You're evil. I've got to get you out of this house."
I couldn't believe what he was saying, and I thought that he was just talking like that because he was drunk. I left his room and forgot all about it. However, the next day, when he came home, he showed me the papers.
He had enrolled me in a private girl's school upstate in New York, and he told me that he was sure I could straighten out up there.
But my adventures were soon to increase once I laid eyes on the gardener.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Ali came to see me, she seemed a little bit upset. When I asked her what was wrong, she told me that she had just heard from her father and that he was planning to get remarried.
I tried to explain to her that her feelings for her father were indeed, quite unnatural, and that she should have been happy at the news. But no matter how much I tried to convince her, I could not change the jealous feelings she had.
* * `
At first I thought I was going to hate the school upstate, especially because it was filled with girls. All I could think about, at the school, and even on my way up when I took the bus, was cocks.
I looked at men on the bus and wondered what their cock would look like and how large it would be, and how it would fill me.
I met a few of the girls that first night, but they all seemed to be boring. I also met Lily, the woman who ran the school. She was sweet, if not old and matronly looking. I was bored at the start.
But then, the first night, I was sitting and writing dirty things in my diary when I looked outside and saw a handsome young man standing in the garden. I asked my roommate who he was, and she said that he was the gardener.
His name was Hans, and he was Swedish. He was only twenty-five, and spoke very little English.
"I think he's having something with Lily," she said to me.
I couldn't stop thinking about Hans all that night. In fact, I ended up masturbating as I thought about what he would be like naked, with his fair Swedish body and his long cock. Of course, the cock part was all fantasy.
I went down to see him the next day, but he seemed rather cold and withdrawn. In some ways, he reminded me of my father.
Well, doctor, my eighteenth birthday was getting nearer and nearer, and I kept thinking to myself that I was going to have to get myself fucked on that special of special days. I would have to. I was not going to lead a celibate life.
I didn't tell any of the girls about my birthday, although I had mentioned it to Hans a number of times. He acted like he didn't hear me.
:tad seen him going to this small cabin in s the back of the school grounds. That was where he supposedly lived.
The night I turned eighteen was when I decided to rape him. I waited until we were supposed to be in bed, with all the lights out, and even after Lily had checked to make sure we were all in.
Then I snuck out of my room and ran into the back. There was a small light on in his room, and I could see him doing exercises in front of the mirror. He was completely naked, and I couldn't get over his body. His cock was short and thick, although, when I did see it hard later, it was much longer. He had curved ass cheeks, and overall, bulging muscles everywhere.
I didn't know how to approach him, so I waited for him to shut off the light and then get into his bed. Then, I opened his door quietly and snuck into the room. I moved toward the bed where he was sleeping.
He hadn't pulled any covers "over himself, and I immediately grabbed his semi-hard cock in my hand as I kneeled beside him.
He sat up immediately and looked at me.
"What are you doing?" he asked, his English choppy and broken.
"Rape is the word, Hans," I said. "It's my birthday and I want you."
I could see that he was a little scared, and although he tried to push me away, I wouldn't let go of his cock. I knew that if I held his cock in my hand and kept it as hard as I had made it, I would have complete and total control over him.
He started to moan when I moved my mouth down to his cock and started to suck it between my lips. It was the first time I had ever done anything like that, but I had dreamed about it often enough to know that I wanted to do it.
I moved my mouth all the way down to his groin and inhaled deeply. His blond pubic hair was dripping with sweat, and the fragrance was just sending me into heaven. I pulled his hand between my legs and made him finger my cunt.
Then, I could feel his cock pulsating in my mouth, and I started to suck even harder. I was soon tasting his come on my tongue, and his whole body was spasming as he released all that thick cream from his dick.
He seemed to try and get away after that, but I climbed on the bed and moved my cunt next to his mouth.
"You should know how to eat pussy," I said to him. "For my birthday."
I pulled his head up and pulled him so close to my cunt, that he could either eat me or suffocate to death. He chose the former, and went about eating me like an expert, with timed tongue flicks and good clit play.
Meanwhile, I was holding my hands behind my back and playing with his cock and balls. I could feel how thick and heavy his balls were, and the more I rubbed him, the harder he was starting to get. I knew that once he was hard, I was going to sit on his cock and fuck myself good.
I had planned it that way for a reason. I thought of those times when my father had fucked me, and how he had been on top, thrusting as fast as he wanted so that he came before I had a chance to work myself up.
I decided that it wasn't going to happen with this Swede.
When his dick was hard, and it was at least three oral orgasms later for me, I started to slide down his body.
I lifted my ass up and then lowered myself on his cock. It was heaven.
I could feel my whole body exploding. His cock was thicker than my father's had been, and with me in control, it was the greatest thing I could imagine. I started to move up and down on his cock, and I could feel his dick rubbing my clit and making me spasm and juice up continuously.
I lifted him to a sitting position so he could eat my tits.
I didn't let him come for almost an hour, and by that time, I had come about three times more, all because of this super fuck. I could feel his cock pulsating a number of times, but I would slow down when it happened.
I finally let him come in my cunt, and I felt him shooting thick creamy loads. It was so warm, wet and wonderful, that I started to come again as he came. I was glad that even when his cock went limp, it was still big enough to sit in my cunt peacefully and rest there. But we didn't fuck again that night.
But it was a night that I'll always remember.
I didn't think that anything would come of it, because by the next day, he was avoiding me again, the same way he always had. I noticed that Lily was giving me strange looks, too, and I wondered if she knew. But then I thought that she couldn't possibly know. Even if she did make it with Hans, I was sure that he wouldn't tell her what had happened, most likely because he had been too scared.
One weekend, my roommate went home, and that was the weekend that Lily approached me and confronted me with what I had done.
She walked into my room without knocking, and looked at me.
"You made him fuck you one night, didn't you?" she asked.
There was no sense in denying it, and I told her, outright, that I had. I told her the reason, too, and she smiled.
"Happy birthday to you," she said, and she opened the door again.
Hans was standing outside in the hall, and she let him into the room. She commanded us both to strip, and I did so more willingly than he did. Then she stood next to him and started to rub his cock, as if to tantalize me. He was fully hard by the time he had stripped, and she had full control of him.
"Do you want him?" she asked, and I shook my head yes. "Well, there are some things I want you to do for me before I let you take him."
"What?"
I couldn't get over what she did next. She started to strip off her robe, which was all she had been wearing, and I could see that she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing underneath. Her black pussy hair was already wet, and her lips looked wet, too.
She beckoned me closer, then pushed me down on my knees, right in front of her. I immediately turned my mouth to Hans's cock, but she turned my head back and pulled it right up to her cunt.
"I want you to eat me now," she said, and I could smell her pussy.
I had never done anything like that before, and I figured that if I did, she would keep her promise and let me have Hans.
I looked at him and saw that great looking dick between his legs. I could feel it rubbing against my shoulders at times, and that made me want him even more. I started to lick her pussy, thinking about his cock the whole time.
She moaned and groaned as I flicked my tongue in and out of her tight box, and I had to wait a while before her pussy lips got wet enough to part and I could work my tongue into her with ease.
She grabbed my head and started to hump her pussy back and forth against my mouth. I could feel her pussy wetness building up each time my lips touched her cunt, and at one point, I grabbed her sweet ass cheeks and pulled her close and held her there.
"Yes," she was moaning. "Yes, yes, yes."
I felt her explode and I started to suck her juices into my mouth. I liked the way they tasted very much, and it was turning me on a great deal. I kept sucking at her cunt until she was coming out of the orgasm.
"Now I want him," I said to her, and I grabbed Hans's cock right out of her hand and pulled him over to the bed.
I lay down on my back and pulled him close enough so that his cock was rubbing against my cunt lips. He entered me and I was already coming.
I kept looking at Lily while he fucked me, for I could hear her moaning the whole time. What I saw was this older woman masturbating herself into a frenzy while the boy was fucking me blind.
And he was a good fuck, too, even though he was on top. I mean, he knew well enough to slow down himself. It was different from the way it had been with my father, and it was much better, too. He must have been fucking me for a good hour before he felt the need to shoot his cream into me.
I was exhausted from the fuck, and the two of them left.
The next day, however, Lily came to see me in my room. She was only wearing her robe, and as she sat on my bed and it opened a little bit, I could see that she was naked underneath again.
"You had fun?" she asked me, smiling, almost motherly.
"Yes. I think that Hans is sensational. He's a beautiful man with a beautiful body and a cock like dynamite."
She started to pull my hand between her legs, and I let her.
CONCLUSION
It is easy to understand why Ali felt an insatiable urge to have the gardener Hans. Her two sexual experiences up until that time had been completely unsatisfying because her father had come before she could get worked up.
In some ways, she turned into a nymphomaniac, although it is only a slight case. However, she still needed to have her urges filled.
The arrangement that she worked out in the end, satisfying the woman who runs the school in return for having Hans satisfy her, seems to be fine for Ali at this point in her life. I did warn her that I think she could easily get into making love to a woman if she continues such activity, even though she is sure she is not a lesbian. I told her that a person can never be sure of anything.
GENERAL CONCLUSION
As we have seen, young girls are especially vulnerable to rape and all its horrible after effects. When they are confused and overwhelmed by their feelings and the sick ideas of others, they can be plunged into a world of terrifying guilt.
Darcy L. could only do what the boys wanted because she was so lonely that she was willing to do anything for friendship.
Marcia S. made the mistake of thinking that things like sex are not on a young, self-centered and spoiled rich man's mind.
Angela M. tragically was rejected by a family that didn't care and thrust into an institution that was meant only to house her for awhile.
Willow K. was torn between love and shame and could not separate the two long enough to understand what was happening to her.
These girls, like many others, are victims of a cruel and uncaring society that doesn't seem to want to spend the time to help them. It is tragic and a pitiful waste we must try and stop from happening again.
