Jailbait Humpers, Under The Age Of Consent
by Unknown


INTRODUCTION 

In this volume I will explore the sexual psyche of young females. I would 
like to give my reasons for this. I feel that in the teen years, the crucial 
stage of development, habits and patterns are formed which will establish 
the kind of personality which will develop later on in life. 

It is clear to me the importance of seeing how young people deal with their 
sexual problems and how they adjust to their environment. For this reason I 
chose young girls. The following are excerpts from the cases in this book. 

MARY P: (18) "Daddy, I'm sorry! Don't do this to me! Don't take my panties 
off, I'll die. I won't ever do it again I swear." But her words went 
unheard. He continued to tug on her panties until they were down around her 
ankles and her bare bottom was exposed to him." 

JILL A: (17) "It felt so good as my father brought his lips down onto my hot 
body. I needed to feel him, wanted to feel that next experience. He stopped 
at my navel for a minute and looked up at me and smiled. Then, without an 
instant's hesitation his lips moved down between my legs. I nearly jumped 
off the bed as I felt his wet tongue touch me in places that no man had ever 
even seen." 

JOSEPHINE K: (17) "Suddenly he slammed the door shut behind us and shoved me 
down onto the bed. "Please George, don't." I whispered. "Oh come on baby, 
this is what you've wanted ever since I got here," he moaned as he grabbed 
my thighs. "You know you want it baby, well now I'm going to give it to 
you." 

 CASE HISTORY ONE 

Subject: Mary P. Age: Eighteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

I was expecting Mary this morning. I tried in my own mind to prepare some 
sort of introductory therapy, a gentle format to encourage Mary to relate 
her story, and to try to resolve some of the guilt, and despair. I had 
spoken to her on the phone a few days ago, when she made the appointment, 
briefly telling me of her horrible encounter. I have diagnosed a number of 
cases like Mary's, but each new one rekindles the immense sorrow I feel, 
along with a barbaric rage to avenge the seducer. That I still receive many 
requests to analyse the feelings, and symptoms of the innocent victims is a 
small satsifaction I can still meekly claim, in the midst of perhaps the 
most crucial and ugly crisis a young woman will face in her life. The 
knowledge, too, that I am helping a person, weakened and fallen, to get up 
and fight to attain a pleasure so hopelessly thought lost, is slightly 
consoling. However, I was barely prepared as usual, to lead a sensitive, 
helpful encounter with Mary, in hopes of her regaining her lost sexual 
powers. But this was usual, and I was not unconfident. 

A minute later, Mary did enter the office. We exchanged formal greetings, 
and I offered her the couch to lie down on. She was a remarkably pretty girl 
of eighteen, with thick black hair set in soft wavy curls two inches above 
her shoulders. She stood five feet, six inches tall, and wore plain-looking 
pants and shirt beneath her navy blue midi coat. Her face was expressionless 
through confused brown eyes. 

After she was in a comfortable position on the couch, I instructed her of 
the general therapy procedure. I advised her that, unfortunately, truthful 
and precise dialogue was not only the best way, but the only way to cure her 
condition. 

Mary then proceeded to relate the details of her seduction by her father. 

"It happened five years ago when I was thirteen. My father had given me 
permission to throw a party. I invited practically everyone I knew. We have 
a great house with a swimming pool, and for so long I thought I would be 
great to give a party. So he finally let me. He promised not to snoop, or 
spy, unless things got too unruly. 

"Well the party was going great. About forty-five people showed up. Most of 
them brought booze with them. I was glad, because I had been drinking a few 
times before, and I liked it. Now all I had to do was keep the place from 
getting rowdy. 

"I was drinking vodka, and orange juice. My tolerance was pretty low, so I 
got high real quick. As the night went by, and most people behaved 
themselves, I figured everything was okay, and I was home safe. Someone had 
turned the stereo louder, but that was alright. 

"About midnight. I took my boyfriend down to the basement. Ten or tweleve 
guys and chicks were dancing, and sitting around drinking. We snuck into a 
storage room down there. I had a key, so no one else could come in. There 
was a window on the door, I looked for something to cover it up with, but 
couldn't find anything. I didn't really care. 

"We sat down on a stuffy old sofa. I was flying high, so when Mike started 
kissing me, my head spun; He gradually brought his hand down on top of my 
breasts, outside my dress. The kissing got heavier. Then casually his hand 
undid the top button of my dress. And the next. And two more. I would not 
allow him to feel between my legs underneath my dress. He got the message. 
He was content to roam my chest. I was wearing a modest bra. 

"Outside the room, some slight commotion startled us. The talking grew 
louder. Somebody must have knocked into a table, because we heard some 
bottles smash on the floor. Somebody yelled out a few obscenities, but there 
was loud laughter right after. I thought I should go out and tell them to 
cool it, but I figured, 'Ah, the hell with it." 

"But when I looked up, my old man was staring at us through the window in 
the door. And there I was sprawled out on the couch with my top wide open, 
and Mike's hands inside my dress. There was a bottle of vodka on the floor. 
He must have heard the noise, and come down to look. He took out his key and 
slammed open the door. He was fuming. The basement had cleared. Mike got up, 
mumbled some apology, and tried to squeeze out the door. The old man took a 
swing, but missed him. Mike just ran like hell. 

"I buttoned my dress, and tried to leave the room. Four-letter words filled 
the air, but there was nothing I could say. Suddenly I felt him grab me. His 
arms were around my waist, dragging me to the couch. He sat down. I was 
across his lap now, my stomach resting on his left knee, while he extended 
his right leg to hold down my own legs. Both my wrists were locked in his 
powerful left hand." 

I listened attentively as she recounted the details to me. 

Her father was saying "Now, young lady, you shall receive a lesson which I 
hope you will remember for the rest of your life. That was a damn stupid 
thing you just did, especially right inside your own house." He lifted up 
her dress until her blue cotton panties were exposed to him. His hand 
fidgeted to jerk them from her waist against her pleas, and struggling 
limbs. 

"Daddy, I'm sorry! Don't do this to me! Don't take my panties off, I'll die! 
I won't ever do it again, I promise! You can't do this to me!" 

He scolded back, "You sure as hell won't do it again, but I want to make 
sure of it." Finally he forced the panties down to her knees. His right leg 
ensured that she could not twist loose. Now the bare cheeks were in front of 
him. He brought his right hand down on her ass. One, two, three ... a dozen 
sharp slaps to her bare derriere. It continued. The count was up to two 
dozen. Her precious globes were dancing up and down with each hit. What 
perfectly formed white mounds they were. Round, supple, symmetric. They 
shook noticeably, the tight muscles flexing and contracting. They stood out 
like snow-capped mountains between the valley of her lower back and her 
trim, slender legs. The smacking sound was intoxicating, intensified by the 
screams of terror accompanying. 

"You bitch, you cheat" hollered her old man. "No more, never again, you 
understand?" 

She sobbed back, "No, never again, dad! I've had enough; stop, you're 
killing me!" 

He showed no mercy. The hitting continued. The milk-white mounds were taking 
on a crimson hue. He knew it was hurting, but knew when to stop. She could 
stand more. Each spank was landing with a distinctive 'crack', the noise no 
doubt adding immensely to her suffering. "Dad, please, I'm so ashamed, I 
can't take any more!" 

"Shut up!" 

Noticing the vodka bottle on the floor, he picked it up. Sadistically, he 
poured a generous amount all over her pinkish buns. She screamed, "Ah, that 
stings, it's burning me! I'm on fire! Dad, let me go, I'm on fire!" 

Poor Mary was truly a sight now. Her young cakes were glistening under the 
vodka. A portion found its way into her crack, causing her to wiggle 
uncomfortably. Her father went back to his punishing. He spanked and spanked 
her burning backside. It was actually warm. The vodka was causing an 
additional unbearable stinging. He made sure to attack every inch of white 
skin until it was transformed into a crimson color. Thirty more smacks. Mary 
was just crying now, the pain and the stinging being overwhelming. She had 
ended her struggle, hoping that he would tire and end it all. Instead, his 
sharp eye caught sight of a scrubbing brush on the table in front of him. 
Picking it up, he applied it to the stinging red globes. It caught her by 
surprise and she shrieked as the stiff bristles came crashing onto her ass. 

He was tiring, so he wanted these brush spankings to really hurt. They made 
little white spots on the skin, disappearing in an instant. It felt like 
thousands of little needles stabbing her. She jerked and screamed with 
renewed energy. Fire couldn't be hotter she imagined. He dumped the 
remainder of the vodka on the enflamed skin. Mary screamed in utter agony, 
pressing her waist downwards in an effort to escape the fiery vodka. But 
there was no escape. Now she was crying heavily, really wailing. The last 
few slaps with the scrub brush landed solidly, causing her to wince. Twenty 
smacks she had received with the brush. 

He threw it down, and just as quickly grabbed the panties at her knees and 
dragged them down her legs and off, over her red and yellow platform shoes. 
When she could catch her breathing again, she practically whispered, "Can I 
have my panties back? I'm so ashamed." 

"No." 

Mary was soothing her burning buns, gently stroking them. Her hands lightly 
made contact with the red globes, passing her palms over them as if to 
absorb some of the hurt. "Ow!" she yelped in a few instances. "I can't even 
move." It was a lovely picture, Mary's hands behind her, massaging the flesh 
of her delicate seat. Ever so slowly did her hands roam the hills, smarting 
painfully every second. 

Her father rushed out for a minute, leaving her to lament her humiliating 
ordeal alone. When he returned, she still had her hands stroking the rump. 
"Get up!" he ordered. "I'm not finished with you yet!" 

"Give me back my panties, please?" There was no answer. Turning around to 
face her tormentor, Mary nearly died when she saw what he was holding. It 
was an enema bag, tube, and nozzle. Her back just dropped onto the sofa, her 
hands covering her face which was flushed with humiliation. "You can't give 
me an enema, dad. I'm too big now. Mommy hasn't made me take one since I was 
so small." 

He was laying out the black rubber tubing, attaching it at one end to the 
nozzle, and at the other end to the two-quart bag. Mary turned over again, 
hid her face between her arms, and moaned her pitiful situation. "I told you 
that you weren't finished yet. Now take off that dress." 

"No, I won't do it." He picked up the brush, and smashed it across her 
protruding posterior. 

"Take it off." Shamedly, she sat up and slowly unbuttoned her pretty red and 
yellow dress. The last button was two inches below her knees. She let it 
fall to the floor. 

Now her knees were locked together, in an effort to shield her naked vagina, 
and its dainty little black bush. "Stand up!" 

Slowly, nervously, her body moved into an upright position, her back to the 
tormentor. Her red asscheeks shone like red cherries on a sundae between her 
curvy white back, and her long, white legs adorned in sheer nylon stockings. 
"Turn around and face me." 

It took a minute before she obeyed the command. Now Mary stood facing her 
punishing father. Her head drooped below, to conceal the tears, and to avoid 
meeting his glaring eyes. "Look at me." 

Her head shook from side to side. "No," she whispered. 

"Look at me," he repeated, smacking the brush on her stockinged thigh. 
Lazily, she lifted her head until she was staring at his shoulders. "Look in 
my face," he roared impatiently. Through her tears, she aimed her eyes at 
him, gazing hypnotically. "Now put your hands behind your back." Nothing. 

"Daddy, I can't," she cried. 

"Do it, I said." Hesitantly she brought her fragile hands away from her 
young virgin cunt, and around to her back. They clasped one another, and 
rested in the small of her back. Mary was completely mortified, standing 
submissively in front of him, with her cunt fully exposed to him. "Now take 
off your bra." 

This was it, she felt, when the shock of his statement settled in her. When 
she wouldn't move, he threatened her with the brush. She trembled, and 
proceeded to the degrading task of unfastening the hooks in her pretty blue 
bra. In so doing, her chest was forced outwards, making her budding little 
tits stand majestically at attention. The bra fell on the floor next to her 
dress and panties. She bit on her lips to restrain her fearful emotions. 
Clad only in her stockings, and her red and yellow platform shoes, she was 
forced to stand in naked judgment by her father. Her weight was shifting 
back and forth on both legs while she moved her feet nervously. 

"Keep your hands behind you and keep still." Quiet. More mental anguish, as 
the absence of sound forced her to dwell on her punishment. "Follow me," he 
said harshly. 

She dragged her feet defeatedly, following him to the rear of the storage 
room. There was a mirror leaning against one wall. The adjoining wall was 
cluttered with junk. He grabbed an old heavy wooden chair from next to the 
couch, setting it up facing the mirror. He ordered her behind the chair, 
looking into the mirror. She saw her reflection, but quickly looked away. 

"Look into the mirror," he cracked at her. She focused her attention down at 
her feet, and at the clunky red and yellow shoes. The sheer nylon hosiery 
was barely distinguishable, except for the darker two-inch band of the 
garter belt at the tops. Otherwise it was her birthday suit. "Bend over." 

Meekly and lingeringly, she bent her torso over the upright back of the 
chair, its edge making a faint crease in her slender belly. She resigned 
herself to receiving the enema as bravely as possible. Her hands were 
resting on the seat momentarily, when he snatched them and secured her 
wrists with some rope. Tying a knot around the wrist, he fastened it to the 
front leg of the chair where it came up and joined at the underage of the 
seat. It took her by surprise, hence she was powerless to resist. Moments 
later, the other wrist was fastened in the exact same way. Mary had known 
sue to receive an enema, but this was now turning into a bizarre torture. 

"What are you doing?" she demanded. 

"Shut up," he replied, spanking her lovely asscheeks which were in an 
irresistible position. 

"Ouch!" she screamed. The buns were still stinging from the severe clouting 
of a few minutes ago. At least her body was not so exposed in this contorted 
state. Her mind, though, was renewed with despair and humiliation. 

She was next aware of his presence down at her feet. He tied another piece 
of rope in a secure knot abound her dainty ankle, then fastening it to the 
rear leg of the chair. He repeated the bondage on the other ankle, leaving 
about two inches slack in each rope. She was struggling in obvious 
discomfort, unable to move. "What are you doing to me? I thought you were 
giving me an enema!" 

Instead, he stooped down and slid the rope on her ankle an inch higher. She 
felt him undo the ankle strap of her shoe, and slide it off her foot. Now 
without the aid of the platform, she was forced to support herself on her 
tiptoes, the slack in the rope now being drawn tight. He removed her other 
open-toed skyscraper, and now her entire body was perched up on her 
delicious slim toes. Her slender foot was now curved exquisitely along her 
insteps, nearly perpendicular to the floor. He examined her immobile feet, 
still sporting the delectable nylons. 

Then, just to amuse himself, he proceeded to glide his fingers gently across 
Marys defenseless, ticklish soles. His head spun at the grainy touch of her 
sheer nylons. His fingers danced along the soft sensitive flesh on the 
bottoms of her feet. She could not move them, so had to accept the torment. 
"Don't tickle my feet, please, I can't stand it! You know how ticklish they 
are!" 

She was screaming, "Stop it, don't tickle me any more!" His fingers tickled 
down on her arches to her gorgeous toes. Her toenails were polished in 
fire-engine red, and stood out invitingly from underneath her stockings. He 
teasingly massaged her toes, while she begged him to end the tickling. But 
he wanted to titilate her slim ankles before this session ended. So he 
trailed his fingers, lingeringly, the distance of her soles, enjoying her 
agony immensely. Finally, he was caressing her ankles which were no less 
responsive to the tickling. He travelled all around the ankles, touching, 
pinching. His hands absorbed the sensations from the stockings. When his own 
arousal had been generated, he ended it, in the midst of incoherent pleas or 
"No more tickling!" 

Quickly he left the room, returning with a pail of warm, soapy water. When 
Mary saw it in the mirror, she was almost relieved. She felt like cursing 
him out with all her might, but in her position, it wouldn't be too wise. 
Besides she had enough trouble to deal with already. 

Her old man picked up the nozzle, with the tube already connected, and 
inserted it up her asshole. She fidgeted and squirmed against the bulky 
thing being placed in such a vulnerable area. "Get it over with," she 
stammered. 

"You have a might big mouth, there, lady. Haven't you learned anything yet?" 
She felt like crawling through the floor when he said that. It had a ring of 
'other things to come' in it. He took the pail of soapy water and drained it 
through a funnel into the top of the enema bag. The pouring seemed endless 
to Mary. "How much are you giving me?" 

"Two quarts. It'll be good for you." He elevated the bag above his shoulders 
so that the tubing sloped downward into her hole. He squeezed the bag, 
forcing the fluid through the tube and gushing into her body. Before one 
quart was gone, she was complaining, "That's enough. It's too much, it's all 
I can take!" 

He paid no attention, planning to empty the two full quarts inside her. As 
the process continued, she bitched and moaned about being full. "It hurts, 
oh, don't give me any more. I'll explode!" But she persisted until the bag 
was empty. At the completion, he left the nozzle up her ass to ensure 
against temporary leakage. He left her that way for a short time. Her back 
was hurting, her stomach had cramps, her stretched arms were stiff and 
tired, her petite toes and legs ached significantly. She was still forced to 
stand on her toes only. Straining her neck, she looked up into the mirror, 
seeing herself clothed only in her scanty stockings and wondering why this 
all wasn't only a dream. Damn, if she could be released from standing on her 
toes. 

She got her wish. Returning shortly, he untied her wrist bonds, allowing her 
to stand flatly on the floor. The enema tip was still inserted inside her. 
Shortly, though, he took her arms, and tied them to a pipe above her in the 
ceiling. She had no idea what this was all about, and he didn't tell her. 
She hoped only that he would remove the damn plug from her ass and let out 
the soapy water which bloated her. Now her body was perfectly upright, her 
arms above her head, while her ankles remained fastened to the legs of the 
chair. She could do nothing, but he forced to stare at herself in the 
mirror. The stockings still protected her from total nudity. 

"I'm going out. When I come back, there had better not be a drop of water on 
that floor below you." With that he yanked out the tip, leaving only her 
self-control to prevent a spill. And to ensure that she started with an 
unfair advantage, he spent a few minutes tickling her exposed underarms. It 
caused her to wiggle and twist, and the liquid sloshed around in her belly. 
"Don't spill a drop," he warned. 

"It's inhuman," she protested to deaf ears. Then he went out. 

She was steaming. The enema was punishment enough in the first place, and 
the retention was worse. But not knowing how long she must retain it was 
plain cruelity. How long-half an hour? an hour? four hours? Not only that, 
but she could not move freely. The only way to hold it in was to twitch her 
hips and do ridiculous stationary dances. At least if she were allowed to 
walk it would be easier. And now all alone to ponder his nightmare. It was 
hell. The only place to look was in the mirror, to observe her own maturing, 
semi-naked body in disgrace. And the stockings made her feel slutty, like 
she was performing as some call girl, and the uniform required seamless 
nylons. It was pornographic. 

Time passed. She couldn't tell how much. Fortunately the initial discomfort 
(due to his tickling) was minimal. Her arms and legs were tiring. She 
daydreamed, and contemplated the whole matter, wondering how she would act 
towards her father tomorrow. She did love him, but felt he was carrying 
things a bit far tonight. What she felt now was rage and resentment. 

Gradually the load in her tummy became a burden, causing her muscles to 
twitch in order to retain the enema. He'd been gone over an hour. She 
thought of letting it go, but figured she could stick it out until the end. 
She tried to shift her weight from one foot to another, or lift one foot off 
the ground to relieve the tension, but she couldn't. She was cursing her 
fate, when she detected an annoying itch on her back. Now she was mad. The 
itch spread to include about half her back. It was so damn unnerving. She 
didn't know whether to cry or scream, so she just let out with "Shittttt!" 
But the tickled remained, compounding the enema predicament. 

Soon everything got to her. The ropes were into her wrists and ankles. The 
itch would not go away, and the enema was close to spilling. She had just 
about reached her breaking point, when her old man returned. She was 
relieved slightly. She immediately asked him to scratch her back. "Hurry, 
it's driving me crazy." He thought a moment. 

"First give me a kiss." Mary didn't know if he was serious or not. 

"You're not for real, are you?" But she saw there was no choice in the 
matter. And by now the damn itch had her in agony. "Oh, alright!" she 
consented. Leaning toward her, she quickly planted a peck on his chin and 
pulled away. 

"Now scratch my back." 

"Give me a nice kiss first." Annoyed, she bestowed a very tasty kiss on his 
chin. "Now scratch my back, and let me spill this enema." 

"Give me one more kiss and you can drop the water." She gave him a plump 
kiss, at the same time discharging the horrible fluid all over the floor. 
She gasped in ecstasy when the last drops rolled down her thighs. So great 
was her relief that she hadn't noticed that the itch disappeared. 

Mary had no way of knowing but her father's well-intentioned punishment 
lesson was heading toward fulfillment of his own sexual desires at her 
expense. His outburst at finding her with the boy led to the domination of 
her spanking, the bondage, and the enema His arousal was triggered by the 
sensual spanking, and the intoxicating foot-tickling. Now his daughter was 
tied up in front of him, a helpless virgin, a veritable feast screaming to 
be captured. She was completely submissive to him. Most of her fighting and 
struggling was gone. The most intimate parts of her body she had displayed 
to him, which he violated. He had conquered her physically and mentally. All 
that remained of her spirit was a sense of endurance, and the expectation 
that it had to end sometime. 

As she stood there, Mary was a picture of elegance. The old man finally 
fully awakened to that fact. Now because of his own selfishness, and 
momentary insanity, he wanted his own daughter in the name of Eros. He 
studied her perfect body: rich black hair, tender face, brown eyes; firm, 
round breasts with dark brown nipples. Her waist tapered off into gorgeous 
symmetric curves, flowing smoothly into full ripe hips. She had a flat belly 
ending a croppy black bush which guarded her womanly cunt. 

Her legs were long, sleek, with voluptuous thighs and slender calves. She 
still had on the stockings, filling head with countless fantasies. Her toes 
were wiggling in the stockings against the position they'd been made to 
remain in during the past hours. The toenails sporting that red polish stood 
out like a red light on a dark night. She turned him on like no other female 
ever did. He couldn't control himself any longer. He only hoped she might 
forgive him. 

He went to her, kissing her helpless body. He kissed her face, eyes, nose. 
His mouth went to her lips, which were defenseless against his. His lips 
explored her mouth, nose, chin. He returned to lick her lips, tasting the 
film of her saliva. His tongue went inside to brush along her pearly whites. 
They glistened as his satanic symbol drank up the juices from her mouth. 

He returned his attention to her flawless forehead, where he repeated the 
passionate kissing. His hands were combing through her hair, clutching at 
the flowing silken strands, like cave men did to cave women. Lust was the 
whole motivation behind him now. Her face was smothered under kisses and 
tongue caresses. His fingers toyed with her tiny ears, concentrating on her 
erogenous lobes. His hands slid over to stroke her neck, powerful hands 
soothed her aching neck, and along her shoulders. 

Now the father's mouth traveled slowly to the daughter's breasts. Mary 
protested this out rage verbally with a quick firing of obscenities. 

He slapped her face soundly six or seven times, bringing her to tears. He 
picked up her panties and bra, shoving them in her mouth to gag her. 

His oral delight at his daughter's tit resumed. His mouth was upon the tasty 
swelling, sucking on the nipple like a piece of candy. His hands drew 
circles around the base of the tit, then crawled upward toward the rounded 
summit. The subtle titilation caused her nipple to become erect. It forced 
its way to the eager teeth of her attacker. He seized the hardened nipple 
between his teeth, bestowing little love bites and playful nips upon it. He 
delicately chewed the dark brown tissue, pulling at it, and drawing it away 
from the skin. It excited him enormously being able to take such sacred 
erotic liberties as he chose to. Again he bit into the nipple tenderly, 
rolling it along the sharp edges of his teeth. As he let it go, he caught it 
between his lips. He commenced kissing it adoringly. Then his mouth opened 
wide in an attempt to devour her breast. He made giant sucking motions all 
around the supple flesh. 

His tongue darted, next, into her cleavage, exploring that valley of her 
breastbone. She gave a small involuntary shiver as the chilly air evaporated 
her saliva-coated bosoms. His mouth was on her other breast, tasting the 
unique substance of the velvety and swollen mound. He bathed every inch of 
tit with his fiery tongue. He worked at licking the entire surface of the 
round-like treasure. He could not open his mouth wide enough to swallow as 
much as he'd like to. He just flickered his lips tantalizingly over the 
elastic brown nipple. 

His hands then went up, each to capture a boob. They massaged the saliva 
into the juicy meat, bringing the nipples unwillingly to life. Fingers 
stroked lightly from the base of the tit upward along the slope until 
reaching the little brown buttons. They were playfully squeezed between the 
fingers, causing Mary to wince breathlessly. 

Then father held his daughter in a passionate embrace. His chest pressed up 
against her breasts. His arms were around her waist, rubbing against her 
back. The muscles in her back stretched firmly, as her arms were raised 
above her head, still secured to the pipes by the rope. He instituted a 
massage, kneading the flesh from her lower back to her rib cage. His 
knuckles grabbed at the meaty substance, wringing out the aches and the 
stiffness. His palms and thumbs worked against her skin, soothing and 
refreshing. She became giddy as he slid his fingertips up and down her 
spine. She arched her back forward, goose bumps appearing on her skin. 

He descended to her bare buttocks, still crimson and painful from the 
spanking. The cakes were still so sore that the slightest titillation 
brought about evasive twisting, and screams from underneath the gag. He 
would have indulged himself at her painful expense, had his half-mast pecker 
(inside his pants) not brushed against her wriggling hips, reminding him of 
his ultimate goal. For an instant, his cock was pressing rather close to her 
box, indicating to Marty exactly what his demon plans were. 

Soon his hands were exploring her inviting belly. The creamy skin felt 
exquisite to him. Her slim, supple belly was squirming against the ticklish 
touchings of her disgusting, horny old man. The texture was electrifying. 
His mind raced as he realized the scene: taking advantage of a beautiful 
mistress, captive in bondage. This was especially true as he feasted on her 
belly, truly one of the most erotic specimens of the female anatomy. He lost 
himself in the endless strokings of her tummy, from just above her jewel 
box, all along her rib cage. His fingers played across the visible ribs, as 
if he were strumming a harp. His hands went up, and teased lightly under her 
breasts, then returned to it as if it had springs attached. 

Mary's fight had given way almost to indifference. She couldn't believe the 
son-of-a-bitch was raping her. But she had endured ruthless indignation 
already, and the gag had diminished her vocal disagreement to nil. She 
prepared herself as he went to attack her cunt. Her tired body possessed 
little resistance. 

She felt his mouth snake its way through her bush, while a hand was sliding 
down each thigh. The curious tongue penetrated the fibrous outer lips of her 
slit. The loss of privacy of such a private part of her body made Mary brood 
in a state of guilt. The slithering tongue went to work along the perimeter. 
It made smooth contact with her box of earthy delight. His tongue actually 
tingled as it swept upward inside the roomy womb. He pretended his tongue 
was a prick, sliding it in and out with a fucking motion. 

Father was all fun and games at this point. His daughter's naughtiness, his 
rage, the spankings, the enema were all forgotten in his present state of 
madness. His stern, moral effort to punish Mary was out of the window. All 
his ethics, and good intentions for his daughter unfortunately became 
overshadowed during his frenzied state of passion. 

His tongue licked at the womanly flesh. It searched out her budding clit, 
drawing it out from amid the thick tissue. His teeth bit gently into it. His 
lips kissed it feverishly. Then his mouth sucked on the magic button, as it 
had done with her nipples. His hands, meanwhile, stroked with nervous energy 
on the inside of her stockinged thighs, still slightly spread apart, and 
fastened at the ankles to the chair. 

As he continued the oral worship, her virgin juices began to flow. The walls 
of her cunt trembled slightly under the pressure of the determined tongue. 
As he drank up the forbidden nectar, an astounding thing occurred. Mary's 
dormant virgin clit sprang to life, despite her valiant efforts. That he 
succeeded in arousing her, against her strength and will, this finalized her 
shame and humiliation. She had never experienced sexual excitation before, 
so the overwhelmingly titillation sensations running through her body were a 
mystery. But she decided she would fight them, not allow them to overtake 
her. She knew it was no use to plead through the gag. Her fight would be a 
silent one. 

His hands had not rested either. Her stockings kept him occupied so greatly. 
He was no longer content to just stroke them, but he rolled the nylons up 
and back over her knees. He grabbed at the sheer fabric, clutching it 
religiously in his fists. 

Back in his mouth, the awakening of her clitoris served to inspire him. He 
stroked his tongue back and forth over the hardened little button. He licked 
at the flesh, then trapped it between his lips. There, his biting lips 
squeezed it softly. Pivoting his head from the neck, her clit was contorted 
in small fashion. 

To Mary's puzzlement, her fight had ended shortly. The erotic sensations 
overwhelmed her. She gasped breathlessly with reluctent delight as the old 
man performed this dreadful act. Yet she became passive, and now longed to 
feel his mouth attack her clit. The trembling of her muscles became 
substantial. It was not long before her walls began to quake. The pulsations 
in her box were mounting unbearably. An indescrible tickling plagued her 
clitoris. Her back had arched forward, sending her breasts high out in front 
of her. She was beyond control now. She was awaiting some unknown, 
inevitable climax she sensed. Suddenly an enormous rush of energy invaded 
her cunt. It seemed to burst her clitoris. She shivered for a moment. Her 
box then exploded with the first contraction of her premiere climax. After 
that, her pelvis vibrated furiously as she pounded out the final spending of 
her virgin discharge. 

When the immediate ecstasy had passed, she looked at her father. She felt 
horrible-violated, raped, degraded. But the worst was still ahead. Daddy was 
as horny as a sailor in a Chinese whorehouse with twenty pounds of rice. 
Like an animal, he untied her wrists from the pipe overhead. When Mary 
dropped her arms to her side, he swiftly grabbed them and tied them behind 
her back. Next he undid one of her ankle bonds, and with one foot still tied 
to the rear leg of the chair, pivoted her so that the newly-freed ankle was 
in position at a front chair leg. Still some slack remained in the ropes. In 
this manner her knees were away from the chair, and were free to bend. 

He ordered her to lie on her stomach on the floor. First she drooped to her 
knees and then fell forward-face down. Again, she was a helpless creature in 
his command. Quickly he shed his pants. He then ripped away the 
panties-and-bra gag he'd stuffed in her mouth earlier. Finally, he assumed 
his position on the floor directly in front of Mary. He spread his legs open 
so that his mammoth hard-on was staring her in the face. Now he lay back. 

"Lick it, suck it!" he sternly ordered. When she saw the stiff prick, she 
screamed in horror. But he was in no mood to be frustrated, or denied. He 
grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head so that her mouth was right up 
against the massive organ. "Suck it, I said!" 

On putting her lips on the hard-on, it revolted her. But his persistant 
fistful of her lovely hair caused her to work a little more diligently. 

"Lick, it won't kill you!" 

Her teeth parted, sending out her innocent, thirteen-year-old tongue. 
Frightfully, it slid along the blood-filled rod, reaching the twin balls. 
Her naive tongue sent a wave of tingling excitement up his enormous cock. 
She reversed her route and came in contact with the evil blue helmet. Her 
lips brushed against it. 

"Kiss it!" he stammered. Her timid lips placed skimpy kisses on the ugly 
helmet with a hole in the top. She switched her attention to the less 
sickening chore of licking the rod-He had to drag her head around so that 
she licked the sensitive underside. The pressure she applied was so slight, 
yet it made the blood pound away in his erection. He made her take his hairy 
balls into her mouth, and suck on them, and blow them. He tried to speed her 
meek mouth up, to suck harder. He was horny beyond belief. He was berserk 
with arousal. 

As she continued the blow job, he felt his urge mounting to the limit. 
Unknowingly, Mary was prolonging his climax unbearably. When finally he 
shoved her face down onto the trembling cock, her mouth succeeded in 
bringing on the first semi-shots of his come. 

But he was in a rage of lust now, his patience gone. He got up from the 
floor, went to the chair legs and untied her ankles. Then he freed her 
wrists. He turned her over on her back, and pounded on top of her. She tried 
to push him off her but he easily overpowered her. His cock was practically 
spurting all by itself, dying for the comfort of a warm pussy. He aimed his 
weapon into her clit, which first closed up in fear. But when he forced open 
the lips and dug it into her love button, the muscles relaxed, and he shoved 
it in there. 

Mary cried out in pain. "Take it out. You're tearing me open!" Her fists 
pounded at his back and her nails scraped his flesh. But it only aroused him 
further. His weapon was spreading her love juices on those first tight 
strokes. Now he was in all the way. He jerked himself in and out of her, 
smashing her hymen, and sporting the blood on his prick. She was in agony 
under the force of his driving pecker. She felt as though she would split 
down the middle. 

It wasn't long before the agitated cock shot out the hot filmy come into her 
hole. He was slamming against her body, making her brace against him. As he 
thrust his pelvis forward, the white liquid spilled out and drenched her 
black pubic locks. He drove like a wild man to extract those final manly 
juices. When he had totally spent, he got out and went out. 

 CONCLUSION 

"Mary, in my opinion, your problem can be treated quite conventionally. Your 
father still loves you. His actions that night were caused in a state of 
mild insanity, by a number of various causes. It does happen, and not rarely 
either. The way for you to be cured of your present frigidity is through 
honest analysis and therapy. 

"Now I want you to come see me once a week. I want you to examine your mind 
for questions and explanations. Truth is what will remove the frustrations 
and the guilt. When you've progressed sufficiently, I'll maybe bring your 
father to the sessions also. 

"That you were able to forgive him later on is a giant step in the right 
direction. It shows there are no severe emotional scars. Also, that you were 
able to achieve that climax under those extraordinary conditions is a 
definite positive omen. As you mature, and get to trust in a man, your body 
will learn to respond physically in a normal way." 

 CASE HISTORY TWO 

Subject: Jill A. Age: Seventeen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

When Jill came for her first visit she was an intensely disturbed young 
girl. She indicated that she was severely depressed and anxious. I detected 
schizoid tendencies. She was a seventeen-year-old girl with an ulcer that 
had been active for over two years. I concluded that the latter condition 
although physical was brought on by her psychological disturbances. 

Jill was acutely anxious over an affair she was having with her married 
brother. Her problems began at the age of thirteen when she was seduced by 
her father. She was unable to sexual ties with anyone outside of her family. 
Her story was a fascinating study for psychological journals around the 
world. 

"Doctor, I hardly know where to begin. When I was growing up we were a happy 
affectionate, open and trusting family, although after my mother died, my 
dad seemed to change. It was hardly noticeable at first. When mom was alive 
she would insist we all swim together and bathe together and often roam 
around the house in the nude. Quite often she would insist that dad give me 
a bath even when I was ten and eleven and my body was just beginning to 
change. At first I could sense my father was reluctant and awkward but after 
awhile he became more relaxed and used to the idea. When my mother had 
passed away I was twelve. I already had breasts and was developing pubic 
hairs. After my mom's death my father became noticeably distant. 

I had no idea why. I often wondered whether he had blamed me for my mother's 
early death. He seemed to recede into himself and would have little to do 
with either me or my brother. The hugging and affection stopped. I now got 
no more than a perfunctory good night kiss on my forehead. It was such a 
turnabout in our relationship that I was certain that I had done something I 
must somehow make up for. I was determined to make my father the 
demonstrative, feeling, affectionate man he was before my mother's death. 

With the innocence only a child could have I made overtures to my father in 
every imaginable way. I would take off his socks and get his slippers. I 
would draw his bath for him. I. would offer (as my mother had so often done 
when she was alive) to scrub him down in the bath. The first time I offered 
he vehemently declined. But he later conceded to allow me to rub him down 
after his bath with some alcohol. My heart jumped feeling that I had made 
some headway; I would not mess up the opportunity to get into my father's 
graces. 

So for the next few months, almost a year I think, these were the only 
moments I was allowed to touch him or feel close to him. As time went on, 
although he became more noticeably relaxed, I could feel the tension 
disappear from under his skin as my little thirteen-year-old hands would 
caress and rub his big, brawny, curly body. 

One night when he was especially relaxed and plesant, my hands almost 
unconsicously roamed to spots I had seen my mother venture to. I saw nothing 
harmful or degrading in this. I was just imitating what I had often seen my 
mother do. My hands had slipped below the towel into his ass crack. His body 
became unbelievably tense for the moment and I thought he was going to yell 
at me but he didn't. 

Instead, he opened his legs a little and in almost a totally nonverbal way 
instructed me to continue what I was doing. I reached for the powder and 
worked it into his ass crack and around the ass cheeks with small circular 
motions of my hands. My father was moaning a little so I intensified the 
circular motion with my left hand and rubbed my other hand into his ass 
crack. He smiled and asked me in a very warm voice to stop what I was doing 
and get the Vaseline out of the bathroom medicine chest. His voice was the 
kindest it had been in two years. Although my dad didn't realize it I knew 
what he was going to ask me to do. 

When I got back, he instructed me to put the Vaseline on my finger and work 
it into his ass hole. "Harder," he yelled as my unsure fingers began their 
task. I did this for a few minutes and then he asked me to stop. He had a 
strange look on his face and when he thanked me, he hugged me for the first 
time in almost a year and a half. 

That night I went to bed happy for the first time in " a long time. When I 
was almost fourteen, I believe it was a few weeks after my birthday, my 
father was sitting in the living room watching a baseball game It was a warm 
humid day and he was wearing just shorts and a tee-shirt. In the old days 
when my mother was alive, that was considered dressy attire. I was 
practicing my ballet and had just stepped into the kitchen to get a cold 
drink. 

When I passed through the living room, he smiled at me in the way he used to 
greet my mother when she came back from a long shopping trip. I was wearing, 
as I remember, a black leotard and my body was glistening with sweat, my 
long blond hair was matted to the top of my head. He asked me to come sit 
near him and his manner was affectionate yet distant. He gave me a little 
squeeze around my waist and asked me to go to the kitchen and get him a 
drink. 

When I came back I sat next to him and noticed he was breathing a little 
heavily. When I looked down, I saw protruding from his underwear the most 
terrific hard-on. Although he was embarrassed, he guided my hand to it. It 
was long and hard and very wet with cock juice. I thought he wanted me to 
put it in my mouth, as I had seen my mother do, but instead he lay back on 
the couch, made me kneel next to him and asked me to jerk him off. 

I thought it would just be like a rubdown of sorts and began to move his 
penis in a circular motion. He out his hand over mine and showed me how to 
pull lengthwise along his cock while he asked me to fondle his balls with my 
other hand. My father's cock was heavy and long and I had never quite seen 
it in this state. It was for me a beautiful experience as his cock-odor 
began to make me dizzy in a beautiful way. 

After a few minutes, my father's voice became real stringy and breathless 
and he yelled at me, "Squeeze my balls hard." I was reluctant to, but just 
as I did that a hot thick creamy liquid came shooting out of his cock. The 
force that it shot out with almost frightened me. My father grinned to see 
my response. I was simply pleased to please him anyway that I could. What 
made me sad was that after intimacies such as this, my father would withdraw 
and become quiet and taciturn again. He would withdraw into himself as if he 
were afraid of me. 

Although I enjoyed our new relationship, I was at this time afraid of my 
father, as if I felt something explosive was about to happen. After the last 
incident, I would now always employ this type of massage on my father and it 
usually gave him great satisfaction. What I still found out was that my 
father was still very reluctant about touching me. Sometimes I felt as if 
the pleasure I gave him was just the way human beings should relate to each 
other on a warm and friendly basis, although something made me never discuss 
it with my friends or relatives. 

One day just before I was to go out on a date with a few friends, he came 
into my room for a talk. He asked me who I was going out with and if it was 
possible for me to break the date. I was reluctant to do this for I had been 
looking forward to this particular date for a while. The urgency in his 
request made me reconsider and I called off the date. When I got off the 
phone I thought I would give him one of those special massages, but was in 
for the surprise of my life. 

He asked me to come into the living room. He told me to lie on the couch and 
close my eyes. I was a little frightened but excited by what was to come. He 
knelt down beside me and put his tongue tip into and around my ear. I felt 
my nipples harden and a wet substance flow from my cunt. He ran his tongue 
down my neck and into my mouth. He directed my tongue to parry and sway with 
the thrust of his and my body and began to flick it around my nipples. 

I was paralyzed with pleasure. I pushed his head down not quite knowing why. 
He stopped at my navel, looked at me and smiled then began to rub his lips 
against my cunt lips. "Oh Daddy! Shit! Oh Daddy! Shit! Oh Shit! Oh my cunt, 
oh my cunt. Daddy my cunt my cunt!!! My cunt!!! 

He was relentless. He was rubbing his beard stubbles against my cunt hairs. 

"Oh! Oh! Daddy suck my cunt, my cunt, my cunt. My Daddy oh cunt! Cunt! Cunt" 

My body was a lump of hot come. I felt so warm and secure. And oh oh my 
daddy! Heated honey fondled my body as I cradled in a pool of familiar love 
juice. Oh shit Daddy I'll never leave you! I'll never leave you! I'll never 
leave you, I thought to myself. I felt as if there was no higher pleasure in 
life than this and that I had reached some kind of heaven. 

The usual pattern renewed itself after this with my father retreating into 
himself. It seemed that the deeper and more pleasure our intimacy would 
bring, the deeper would be his withdrawal from me. 

After our last incident, I decided to play it a little coy myself and this 
unnerved him. He seemed off balance and awkward as I treated his coolness 
with a coolness of my own. He started to become a little more attentive and 
unsure asking me more often where I was going and who I was seeing. His 
interest and attention would always seem to peak at these times. I sensed 
something about him as if he were about to make some new maneuver, to regain 
the lead in our game of one-upmanship. 

One rainy Tuesday, he had stayed home from the office. Although he wasn't 
really sick, I asked if he needed a doctor. "No," he smiled, a nurse was 
more what he had in mind. He half dragged me to the couch where he ripped 
the two top buttons off my blouse. He bored his head into my stomach and 
began to rip my underwear with his teeth and then ripped them off except for 
the elastic band around my waist. He began to nuzzle my cunt and gently pull 
on my pubic hairs with his teeth. My loins were aching and ready for him to 
suck his pretty baby's cunt and that is just what he had in mind but this 
time he mounted me and directed his cock into my mouth. 

His cock head was wet and gleaming red with a bead of come slipping from his 
slit. I wet his cock in my mouth and ran my tongue along its length as I've 
seen many a businessman do to a cigar. I took his cock out of my mouth and 
sucked on each ball until he cried with pleasure as he sucked me till I was 
insane. 

I came first and was sucking on his feverish swelling cock until it was 
almost ready to explode. "Go my little baby," he yelled, "Go my little baby. 
Suck Daddy's-cock like a good girl. Suck it suck it suck it oh oh oh oh oh 
Jill suck it, suck it Jill suck. Ahhh! Oh!" 

After we lay in the afterglow of our excess we became affectionate and 
friendly. I knew now that I would never be with another man. I would never 
want anyone else. I was daddy's slave again for there was no cock in the 
world I could suck that had given me life. I was hooked and daddy knew it. I 
could tell from the way he lit his cigarette and asked me to get him a beer. 

Daddy and I were dating quite regularly now and Saturday we had planned a 
drive in the country. Daddy knew a beach off the private beaches, that was 
completely isolated. When we got there, there wasn't a soul on the beach and 
the water was bathtub warm. We both took a dip and came out wet and 
refreshed. Daddy suggested we not use the towels and dry off in the sun. We 
rubbed each other in suntan oil and lay back to sizzle in the sun. 

After about five minutes, I was almost ready to sleep. I felt daddy undoing 
the sides of my bikini bottom. His voice was strange and distant as he told 
me it was about time that it came to this. I was a little embarrassed that 
somehow someone would see us and something in me half wanted it. 

He mounted and put a finger in my cunt hole repeatedly, asking me if his 
little baby was ready. When my cunt juice was running down my leg he forced 
his hand into the hole with a ramming motion. In and out, in and out. Why 
daddy? Why? His fist almost up in me and I though he would continue up to 
his elbow. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! My juices were matting the hair on his arm. He 
withdrew his fist and inserted his cock halfway then stopped short. "Yipe, 
Oh shit, Yipe. Oh! Oh! He was splitting me in half! 

The sky was changing colors. I felt like I was blacking out. Shit! Shit! 
Shit! My hands were digging into the sand. Daddy reassured me that he 
wouldn't hurt me. He withdrew his delicious stretcher and spit on it to make 
it moist. When he reinserted his cement cock, I was less afraid and more 
able to accommodate him. Damn, it must have been nine inches long but felt 
like twelve. It was so thick across the middle it was more log than cock. 

How's my baby like it, huh? Oh, daddy I love it slam it in! Ooh! Slam it in! 
Ooh! Slam it in! With my readiness he rose to the occasion and banged me 
into the sand until I came like a Diesel with a horn blowing in my ear. At 
this point in our relationship, daddy nor I was playing it cool. I convinced 
him to stop going to work and he convinced me to stop going to school. 
Convince, actually was not the right word. We fucked and sucked in every 
room of the house and then we would play daddy and daughter again. 

He was becoming frighteningly possessive now and saw threats and dangers 
everywhere. It got to the point where he would not let me go to the store! 
We were getting notes from the school and when the truant officer showed up, 
daddy punched him in the nose. I was beginning to think that maybe daddy was 
flipping out. 

As I said before, our appetites knew no bounds and we were fucking all over 
the place. One afternoon as daddy was ramming me against the living room 
wall, my best friend, Ginny, walked in on us. "Sonofabitch!" she said before 
she passed out. I went and got her a cold drink from the kitchen. I tried to 
convince her when she came to me that it was a recurring acid trip that made 
her see what she saw, but she wasn't buying it. 

Holy Shit! was all she could say for about twenty minutes. Now Ginny had 
sorta been around but of course the idea of me. and my father was a bit 
overwhelming for her. She had once mentioned screwing her eleven-year-old 
cousin when she was twelve under the summer beach house, but this was too 
much. After she calmed down, I began to talk to her and explain how my 
father and I were just doing what other people repress most of their lives. 

She relaxed and began to ogle Dad. I kind of sensed what was coming and had 
to play along to molify her. 

She began to strip and do a belly dance much to my father's enjoyment. His 
cock was perched and ready. She and dad slipped into the bedroom and were 
fucking up a storm when I returned. I got on the bed and without annoying 
them, put some honey in the crack of Ginny's ass and began to make like a 
bear. 

At first Ginny was uncomfortable but the honey and shit were freaking me out 
and her and dad were grinding away. It was nice to watch dad screw another 
woman and I was getting real hot. After dad relaxed, I got some more honey 
and Ginny and I were eating each other out on the bed. I had about three 
orgasms and celebrated my new discovery. After some fried chicken and beer, 
we were ready to start up the party again. 

For dessert, we really hit the top. We switched from the bed to the floor 
where we had more room to maneuver. While dad was fucking me, I was sucking 
Ginny's cunt (I was addicted by now) and dad was licking her tits. Bang! 
Fuck! Ball juice, cunt juice, tits, cock, balls, pussy. We were flipping 
out. The room was a bouquet of sex. 

Ginny's cunt lips were pressed to my mouth. Dad's cock digging into my womb 
and dad's tongue whipping Ginny's tits. The three of us were ready to die. 
After we got tired of that, we decided one more fling and we would call it a 
night. 

I was sent out to the store and returned with a giant sized dildo. Dad and I 
tied Ginny to the bed, hands and feet. After we licked ice cream out of her 
cunt, and off her tits, she was properly juiced. Dad slipped under her and 
wedged his cock into her ass hole. I attached the dildo greased it with 
mayonnaise and rammed it full speed ahead. Ginny was making out-of-body 
noises like she was on another planet and we (me and dad) were really 
nailing her pretty good. We were all smelling pretty good and Ginny let out 
a frightening scream and came, but so did my older brother, unexpected, from 
his out of town college, just as we all dismounted. This was going to be 
tough to explain! 

When dad died suddenly of a heart attack, I was a freshman at the 
University. Traveling home for the funeral, it struck me that each time 
there had been an important death in my life, I somehow felt a keen sense of 
accusation. My brother and his newly acquired wife greeted me at the 
airport. Their tone was one of sombre, tolerant persecution. I wondered how 
much my brother had told his new wife and what my brother planned to do with 
me now that dad was gone. Another gaping hole in my life, but there really 
was no one kind person I could turn to to ease my grief. During the 
programmed eulogy, I was tempted to yell out "He also had a great cock by 
the way," but was afraid and uncertain how my brother would react. After all 
the funeral hoopla we drove home silently in our rented cadillac. 

I wanted to tell my brother and his wife to screw off but I just didn't have 
the courage. Outside of the family I never seemed able to develop any real 
relationships. I resigned myself to the fact that I was at their mercy. We 
had moved into dad's house and my brother informed me in his shit-hole way, 
that we had to have a serious talk to discuss my future.. 

It was decided that for the time being, I would stay with them. Although my 
brother could not afford to pay my tuition at the University he felt obliged 
to offer me room and board. Although he offered the help, I could not avoid 
detecting a tone of disgust in both their attitudes toward me. I hoped it 
would somehow change. 

The first five weeks passed by uneventfully. My brother worked and my 
sister-in-law and myself stayed out of each other's way. One morning she 
asked me if I would help her with the laundry. I jumped at the opportunity 
because I wanted to get close to her. She was an attractive girl with light 
blue eyes and frizzy hair. She was small but with very good proportions to 
her body. As I began to unload the dirty wash into the washer, the aroma of 
her musky underwear and brassiers began to get me hot. I was beginning to 
get ideas but suspected that Tina was very straight. 

I was afraid to start anything. Around the house she often wore a real old 
pair of dungarees ripped at the crotch and a snug workshirt that revealed 
nicely her ample and inviting bosom. When she moved toward the washer, I put 
ray arm around her neck for an innocent hug but kissed her on the lips. 

She pulled back at first but I persisted and shot my tongue into her mouth. 
Our tongues were dancing now and I began to unbutton her work shirt, 
burrowing my face into her beautiful mommy breasts. She smelled beautiful 
and I could tell this was her first time with a chick. She kept looking at 
me, asking me to guide and instruct her. After she removed her dungarees, we 
locked lips and I traveled down to her cunt. 

Cunt juice splattered the kitchen floor; we were both freaking out and I 
unfolded her cunt lips and was lashing her tit with my tongue. 

Just as she came, the washer made a jerky noise and shifted into rinse; she 
got up to get detergent for another load. Although Tina had enjoyed herself, 
I sat in my room that night wondering if she would tell my brother. About 
one o'clock I heard an argument break out. I heard a face get slapped and a 
door slam. Needless to say, I was shitting a brick. My brother kicked open 
the door and was holding a thick plastic belt. He ordered me to strip but 
then changed his mind and ripped off my pajamas himself. 

"Whore! Whore! Cunt-sucking slut, cunt lapping whore, slut," he yelled as 
the belt tingled my buttocks and thighs. "Cunt lapping whore bitch," he 
yelled. He was practically foaming at the mouth. He did not let up with the 
belt which I was now beginning to enjoy. 

He sensed this and grabbed me by the neck and dragged me to the kitchen. I 
thought he was going to carve me up but he slammed open the refrigerator 
door and shoved my head into the second shelf. There was no way of avoiding 
it, so I began to eat the strawberry shortcake he pushed me into. He reached 
for the Reddi-whip and squeezed it into my ass. 

When he entered my asshole it hurt, Oh hell, what pain, I couldn't catch my 
breath. I had never had an ass-fuck before and my hole was bleeding and raw. 
Toward the end, his thrusts became meaner and stronger and was repeatedly 
bumping my head against the back of the fridge. 

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Ah! Ah! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!" He pulled me 
out, beat me with the plastic belt again and I went limping to bed. 

That's when my problems began, doctor. You see we all get along fine. Tina 
and I are reaching heights of pleasure I never imagined. And my brother is 
kind now and very attentive, but this is very embarrassing. I just can't, I 
mean I don't know how to tell him, that is you see I, maybe you can help me 
find a way that is, truthfully, I don't like anal intercourse and it's the 
only way he travels. What am I gonna do?!? What am I gonna do?" 

 CONCLUSION 

During the course of Jill's therapy I got her to admit to and face up to the 
fact that it was not an ulcer from which she was suffering from, but nerves, 
which as we know, untreated can cause both physical and mental stress. This 
admission was of course a first step on her road to the recovery of her 
mental health. 

My first step in the treatment was to allow Jill to become an independent, 
functioning adult. Toward this end, I advised visits once a week and a group 
encounter on Saturday. Also to pay for her treatments, I advised her to get 
welfare, medicaid and federal subsidies and to beg from her family and 
friends (in order to foster independence). 

 CASE HISTORY THREE 

Subject: Josephine K. Age: Seventeen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Josephine was sent to me by her lover of two months, Bill, who was 
frustrated by her "coldness" when they would have sex. Feeling at the end of 
his emotional tether, Bill proposed that either she seek out professional 
help or they would have to terminate their relationship. Josephine, who 
genuinely loved him and did not wish to lose him, agreed to come to me. 

At first she proved unusually reticent, quite unwilling to discuss any part 
of her past before she came to New York, a year ago. She claimed to be an 
orphan, and nineteen years old, though seventeen was more likely the case. 
She was an extremely beautiful and sexy girl, with a full round figure, 
large breasts, limpid blue eyes, and dazzling long blonde hair, and I could 
well appreciate Bill's maddened frustration at being unable to fully possess 
her. 

Several sessions of analysis and conversation passed before I had won over 
her confidence and she was finally able to unravel the mystery of her 
frigidity. As I suspected, the cause of the disfunction was a deep-seated 
sense of shame and guilt over something in her past, in Josephine's case a 
sordid incident of incest, blackmail, and perversion that, in her graphic 
telling, shocked even this hardened listener. At any rate, in the months 
since it happened, she had tried to sublimate it from her conscious memory, 
to the afore mentioned injurious effect on her sex life with her lover. When 
I made her realize that an open, conscious acceptance of the events in her 
past, good and bad, could help her past this "block," her long-suppressed 
story began to pour from her in a torrent. 

I have told you, doctor, that I am an orphan. That is not quite true, though 
it might as well be since I can never return to my home again. Only my 
father is dead, for nearly two years now. A few months after he died my 
mother remarried, an, odious man named Albert Connors becoming her new 
husband and my stepfather. I disliked him from the first, and thought he was 
secretly mean and treacherous, but my mother claimed to love him and 
certainly needed him to support her and her young daughter, and he was a 
very successful businessman and accommodated us in a luxurious suburban 
house. 

I had passed into puberty a little before this time and found myself with a 
rather fetching, attractive body. My mother suddenly became obsessed with my 
morals and my behavior in regards to that supposed "evil," sex. Again and 
again she berated me about how much it would hurt her if she ever found out 
I had done anything "dirty" with a boy. 

I would certainly have rebelled against the ultra-puritan strictures of hers 
against dating and going out were it not for one thing: she had developed a 
terrible heart condition and any kind of emotional upset could easily cause 
her great pain or even end her life. I loved her too much to let that 
happen, and besides, where would I be with her gone? Under the care of my 
stepfather, of course. So I obeyed her wishes. For a while. But like most 
girls my age, I was horny and very curious about sex., I started 
masturbating. Before long, though, I became tired, tired and disappointed 
with using my fingers, and only my fingers in my anxious, hungry cunt. 

What I needed, craved for, was a boy's cock, long and wet and hard, like my 
girlfriends had so vividly described to me. I felt that I had to have one in 
my grasp now or I would just burst. 

So, one weekday evening when my parents were going out to a party, and I got 
a call from one of the boys at school, a senior named George asking me for a 
date, I agreed to let him come over. If he was willing, I would let him 
seduce me that night. We would be discreet, he would leave early, and my 
mother would never know her daughter was anything but still innocent and 
virtuous. 

George was handsome, tall and lanky. He started right in, as soon as he 
arrived, kissing me, pawing at me, sliding his hand right up to the crotch 
of my panties. I reacted hotly to his touch, and my pussy dampened, but I 
still had a lot of modesty and fear to overcome before I could properly 
react. 

We were sitting on the couch drinking the beer he had brought, and before 
very long I had to urinate. I stood up from George's grasp. 

"Hey, where ya going?" 

"Uh, I have to go to the bathroom," I declared embarassedly. "Aw, shit." 

"No, piss--" 

George raised his eyebrows and laughed. 

"I mean, oh, I'll be right back. You just wait down here." 

George sighed, patting my fanny. "The bathroom's upstairs?" 

"Yes." 

"Mm-hm." 

I scurried up to the second floor and into the bathroom. Dropping my panties 
and sitting down on the pot, I had a long pee. When I went back out to the 
hall, George called out from behind me: "Jo." He was standing outside my 
bedroom. 

"What are you doing there?" I asked him. 

"Come here, I want to show you something." 

His intentions seemed dubious, but I went over. He held my shoulder and 
ushered me into the dark room. He gave me a hard shove that sent me 
stumbling in and sprawling down on my bed. He slammed the door shut and 
turned on the overhead light. 

"George," I muttered nervously, "let's not rush into this." 

"Oh come on, baby," he cackled. "You know you want it. You've been eyeing my 
prick since I got here. Now I'll give it to you. 

You can do what you want with it. Touching that wet pussy of yours has made 
it all hard and sweaty." 

I watched mutely as he unbuckled his blue jeans and dropped them. He was in 
his white briefs now and I could see the bulge of throbbing cock stretching 
the thin cotton to its farthest. The hint of flesh showed through the white, 
and I tingled with anticipation at the revelation to come any moment. 

"Here," he said, crawling back to me on the bed. "I'll let you take my 
underpants off." He stood on his knees, just a foot before me. I could smell 
the heat of the boy's manhood. "Go on, pull them off. You can feel my cock 
and see it coming out inch by inch." 

I extended an eager but trembling hand to the elastic waistband, and I 
tugged down. I uncovered black curly pubic hair, and then with both hands I 
pulled the panties over his hips and down, till the root of his fuck shaft 
was visible. I licked my lips and took a deep breath. Two inches of prick 
appeared. The long muscle flexed, and the briefs jumped within my delicate 
hold. A few inches more, and the rest of it slid out by itself and rose up 
gloriously, finally unleashed from its straining captivity. I dropped my 
hands away and stared in awe at this beautiful thing. No image I had 
conjured up in my wildest flights of masturbatory fantasy could compare with 
seeing it there in the flesh, a bloody red-pink flesh at that. George took 
it in his fist and waved it at me like a club. It got longer and thicker 
every moment. He slipped his briefs off and threw them to the floor. 

"Feel it, Jo. Take my prick in your hands and squeeze it tight." 

I grabbed it around the middle in my fist and squeezed. It grew tauter 
still, and a bead of clear liquid swelled from the eye on the fat knob. 

"Pull it up and down..up and down, get the come flowing." 

I did just that, pulling the great tool upward till the foreskin crinkled up 
and half covered the sweaty head, then down till the cock was extended 
fully. I slid my hand to the base and nestled it in the soft bed of his 
pubic bush. I curled my fingers down around his balls and lifted them and 
poked a finger between them. 

God, it was such a glorious, exciting, sexy thing! I had to have it in me 
right away. 

"Fuck me, George, I can't wait any longer!" 

"Okay baby, you don't want to waste any time, huh? Get your clothes off, and 
I'll fuck you shitless!" 

"Yes ... yes," I mumbled, quickly unbuttoning my blouse. I threw it down and 
unclasped my bra. His cock bobbed and throbbed at the sight of my firm young 
tits. The ripe boobs stood up tensely, and the nipples were sprouting out 
hard. George put his hands on my breasts, lifting them gently and squeezing 
in on them. My chest tingled right down to my crotch. 

"What a pair," George exclaimed. "What beautiful tits." 

When I dropped my skirt and squirmed out of my panties, he moved his hands 
to my fleshy, round behind. He lifted and parted my ass cheeks while, before 
me, he bent his head to enclose my left titty. He sucked in, taking the 
nipple, the wide red roseate, and even more into his open mouth. He licked 
it and pulled on the extended nipple with his lips. 

Meanwhile, his hands were working at my ass, prying apart the firm cheeks 
and running long fingers into the damp crevasse. I felt him threading 
through the tightly woven hairs all up my ass. He touched my shit hole 
finally, dabbing his finger all around the rim of the puckered opening. I 
opened my thighs wider, and wildly flexed my sphincter on his finger. 

"That's a big, soft asshole, Jo," George sighed. 

My own left hand I let trail to my golden bush and down further to the outer 
lips of my pussy. Sticky juices were running freely and dripping onto the 
bedspread. My cunt was on fire, all ready to burst with passionate head. 

With my free hand I grabbed George's great pole and tugged on it. A layer of 
filmy sperm covered the entire joint. 

"God your prick is beautiful!" 

I licked my lips and ground my cunt at him anxiously. "Come on, come on, put 
it in me before I explode." 

George smiled broadly and pushed my fanny down till it touched the bed. I 
lay back fully and pulled up my legs. He moved in between them, his swollen 
cock brushing against my pliant thigh. He slowly bent the stiff, swollen 
tool downwards, down to my gaping hole. It held so rigid I thought it would 
break in two, but no, it bowed from the base, till it touched my drooling, 
yearning, hairy pouch of passion. The swollen head dragged against my outer 
lips, rubbing up and down around them, taking quick, furtive stabs in at the 
deep cave beyond. My pussy belched white come juice, crazed with lust. The 
cock head squirmed into the pit, ate up inch after inch, and the shaft 
following inward, pulsating like a piston, deeper and deeper. His prick was 
abrading my hymen, that sensitive cord of virginity. I wanted to scream. It 
was a pain that was pure white-hot pleasure. I bit deeply into my lip. 

"That's your cherry, baby ... and this is the big moment...." 

His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my ass, clawing for a tight grip, and 
then launching the hardest thrust. A flash of pain seared up my body as he 
tore through the resistance, and then he was plunging in all the way, 
unimpeded now, and pure ecstasy returned to me, but now at an even higher 
pitch. I raised my legs into the air and kicked the heels down into his 
shoulders. My cunt spread wider and he squirmed into the free space and his 
cock came in harder and deeper. 

"Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard...." 

In and out he went, his ass flying up maniacally, then down, down into the 
depths of my cunt ... Out, right to the tip of the huge knob, then quickly 
ramming back at top speed. 

"Gaahhd ... screw my pussy, George!" 

"Oh Jo, you've got a cunt that's made to fuck ... so soft, so tight..it's 
like plowing my prick through hot melted butter...." 

He kept the piston moving, even faster, bringing me to the heights of sweet 
pleasure.... 

My mind was blanking out, I was as if on another world, on another level of 
consciousness, aware only of swelling voluptuous bliss, and a background 
music of my juicy come squishing loudly in cadence to the plunging prick. 
You could smell the wet sex hanging in the air around us, a musky fervid 
stench that smelled better than anything else in the world. 

George's fingers pinched at my ass, spreading the cheeks, leaving my shit 
hole wide open. My cunt juices and his come trickled into the tight aperture 
and my sphincter flexed, sucking the wetness inward. 

"I'm going to come, baby ... I'm coming, baby, drink it up your sweet 
pussy." 

I felt the first rippling jab of his ejaculating prick. It was hot, 
startlingly hot, and it poured through my system like a flood. My cunt 
quivered and clamped even tighter around him. 

"Beautiful," I moaned, "fuck me, fuck my cunt ... ahh, yes, yes, oh shit, oh 
oh oh oh shit ... prick, prick, prick, fuck me...." 

He came and came, shooting his warm juices into my trembling honeypot. It 
filled my cunt to the brim and flowed over, soaking my bush and streaming 
down into my gaping asshole ... the whole crotch was in fiery liquid.... 

Ultimately the squirting subsided, and George's thrusts slowed, till with 
one final stab, lunging his softening prick deep within me, he collapsed 
into my arms, both of us moaning deeply, panting with exhaustion. My legs 
dropped from his shoulders and sprawled apart on the mattress. I embraced 
him tightly, and ran my hands slowly up and down his back, down to the soft 
flesh of his buttocks, pinching the ass meat in my hands. I worked my left 
hand down the boy's crack to his asshole, and I poked and scratched my nail 
around the tender, hairy opening. 

"God, George, your cock made my pussy come alive ... it was incredible." 

"You're a born fucker, Jo." 

We lay there in a silent embrace. It was all so quiet that the creaking of a 
floorboard outside the bedroom resounded loudly. I frenetically looked over 
to the door, in time to see the handle turning. 

My stepfather entered the room. 

Silence hung in the air for several seconds, though it seemed interminable 
hours to me. George rolled off of me. 

My stepfather cleared his throat. He leered at us for a moment. Then the 
leer vanished. 

"Sonny," he said, in a very calm voice. "You understand that is my daughter 
you've been fucking there?" 

George stared, speechless. 

I nervously covered my pussy and tits with the bedsheets. 

"Answer me, boy!" 

"Listen, mister," George pleaded, "I'm sorry you caught us like this, I can 
dig it must be embarassing for you, but, like, it's just normal for a girl 
to like to fuck." 

"Is that right, Josephine? You wanted him sticking his prick in you? You 
weren't forced?" 

"N-no," I answered hesitantly. 

"Mm-hmm..okay, boy, gather up your clothes and get out of here. As long as 
she's admitted her responsibility, and you didn't do anything against her 
will, it's not for me to condemn you, right?" 

"Yes sir," George responded guardedly. 

"Go on, get outta here. Put your clothes on downstairs." He winked at him. 

I felt sick. 

George had scooped up his clothes and was making for the door when my 
stepfather suddenly spun him around and kicked him in the crotch with a 
heavy black dress shoe. George groaned and doubled over. My stepfather knead 
him, again in the groin, and then he closed a fist and slammed him in the 
face. Blood spurted from George's nose down over his lips. I screamed, but 
stifled it in fear. Albert Connors tripped George down onto the floor on his 
bare back. He stepped on his cock and ground down with all his weight. Then 
he kicked him in the balls. 

"Get up on your feet, you goddamned bastard! Get up before I get you where 
you lie!" 

George only groaned and pulled his legs in against his chest, shaking in 
pain. 

My stepfather lifted him under the arm and shoved him against the wall. He 
visciously propelled him onward, out of the room. There was some scuffling 
in the hall, and then a heavy thud and banging as George was presumably 
thrown down the staircase. 

I sat on the bed and shuddered. I was scared. 

I looked at George's clothes, still lying on the floor, and I wondered how 
he was ever going to get home in the nude. He would have to, though. There 
was nothing he could do, no one he could report the beating to, unless he 
wanted to get hit for certain with a statutory rape charge, for I was of 
course under age. 

When I could finally overcome the paralysis of shock, I got out of bed and 
went to the closet for a wrapper. I was too wet and sticky around my crotch 
to put my panties and skirt back on. I tied close the nylon robe and sat 
back down on the bed, trying to calm down, and keep from bursting into tears 
or even hysterics. 

What was I to do? More to the point, what was my stepfather going to do? And 
where was my mother? She didn't seem to have returned with her husband. But 
what did it matter, she would know soon enough. He would be little concerned 
with how much this information would hurt her. Shit, how it would hurt my 
mother. He mustn't tell her. He mustn't. 

Then he came back into the room. "Well, Josephine, did you see the way I 
worked over his prick with my foot. He won't be sticking it in too much 
sixteen-year-old pussy for awhile." He leered at me. 

I lowered my gaze to the ground. 

"It's a good thing I developed a headache and had to leave that party. Well, 
it's not really such a coincidence. I heard you and your boyfriend's 
conversation. I listened on the extension phone, so I knew he'd be here." 

"You filthy sneak!" 

"Would you rather your mother caught you than me?" 

"You won't tell her, will you? You know what it would do to her. She ... 
she'd die!" 

"I'm willing to keep this little incident a secret between us. Under certain 
conditions. I do you a favor, and you do me a few in return." 

"What do you mean? What kind of cruel joke are you trying to play? You know 
I can't let my mother find out about this ... Please, please, don't tell 
her!" 

He moved forward quickly and swung the back of his hand across my face. I 
fell across and off the bed, against the night table and down to the floor 
in a sprawl. My bathrobe pulled apart, leaving my middle bared. My hairy 
bush pushed out, tautingly, tantalizingly, at my stepfather. 

He stumbled over me and grabbed a handful of golden cunt hair. He tugged it 
with great force and, above, mashed his ugly face against mine, his lips 
pecking and biting at my cheeks and ears. 

"No, no!" I cried, squirming under him. "You mustn't. Please, you mustn't." 

Trying to get back on my feet, my legs opened more and his hands moved into 
my wet honeypot, two fingers prying deeply into the soft flesh. 

"Stop it!" 

"Stop it, huh? You ungrateful bitch! When I offer to let your mother live in 
peace about you?" He slapped me again. My cheeks stung bitterly. And again. 
Exhibiting strength I didn't realize he possessed, he picked me up and flung 
me back onto the bed. He scrambled after me. Grabbing me by the shoulders he 
proceeded to shake me like a rag doll, till I was sickeningly dizzy. Then he 
dropped me across his lap, with my head hanging down towards the floor. 

"Let's have a look at that pretty little fanny of yours, Josie," he said, 
laughing, as if this were all some mad lark. 

He brushed aside my bathrobe and lay bare my round bottom. He pumped his 
leg, and the soft flesh jiggled erotically. His right arm raised into the 
air. It came down very hard on my ass. 

"Ouch," I cried, struggling but in vain; his grip was solid. 

"Did it hurt, little girl?" he asked, rubbing his hand over the pained pink 
cheeks. "You've got a very pretty ass, little girl." 

His fingers probed down the crevasse and inward. He pinched some of the hair 
over my shit hole and pulled on it. He opened my cheeks with two hands, and 
pressed his face in. He kissed my little round hole and licked at it. His 
fat, wet tongue slobbered around and inward at my contracting shitter. 

"No, no, stop it...." 

He ran his tongue all the way up my ass and then he raised his head. 

"Oh, that tastes good, Josie. A sweet-tasting asshole, all right. Mmm, feel 
those hairs...." He plucked at the ass hairs with his fingers, pulling 
cruelly on them. "Such a hairy asshole for a girl your age. Just like your 
mother's is now, in fact. That reminds me, maybe you'd enjoy something I do 
for her when she asks me...." 

He plunged a long middle finger into the tiny orifice, shoving it in without 
mercy. My sphincter muscle opened wide for a moment, gobbled up the finger, 
and then clamped tightly around it. He bent it within me, and there was both 
pain and pleasure. He worked it slowly out then shoved it in again quickly 
and deeply. All the while his other hand massaged my ass cheeks, rolling 
them around and around. 

"You see, Josie, you like it too, don't you? Every time I'm fucking with 
your mother she wants me to do this. She loves it, feeling my finger probing 
around where her shit comes out, heh, heh...." 

He took his hands up and again slapped my ass with an open palm. Again and 
again, spanking me with all the strength he had. My fanny burned red. 

"How does that feel? Good?" he asked, not stopping the assault. 

I felt terrible. I felt degraded. And yet, the actual physical sensation was 
strangely pleasurable and directly related to my pussy, bringing that hole 
to the passionate state it had reached earlier. This involuntary excitement 
made me feel even more degraded and disgusted. 

"Come on," he said, "get back on the bed. I'm going to make you feel even 
better." 

He pushed me down on my back and uncovered my dampening pussy. He crouched 
over me and snuggled his face into my cunt, wedging his head firmly between 
my thighs. His tongue darted out and slapped against the outer lips. He 
licked it over and over, faster and faster, driving me wild. The tongue 
jabbed and rolled in circles around my cunt. Deeper and harder. He licked my 
hard clitoris till I was almost delirious with orgasmic pleasure, and then 
he plunged the wet snake even further, all the way up my pussy hole. I saw 
red, and my loins went on fire with the heavy touch of his fat tongue on my 
open cooze. My knees flexed and closed together around him, forching his 
head more tightly against my oozing pussy. 

God, I can still shudder with shame over it. I came in his mouth, as his 
tongue wagged on my cunt walls and his nose rubbed back and forth across my 
golden bush. It was magnificent. 

"Eat it!" I couldn't help saying. "Eat my cunt. Suck it." 

He came up all of a sudden and smiled at me. "One tasty cunt there." 

My body was alive with orgasmic excitement. 

My stepfather stood up now, and took his pants down. A thick and meaty prick 
was wagging up in the air. He grabbed it at the base, wielding it like a 
sabre. 

"Suck it, Josie. Put it in your mouth and chew on it a little." 

The idea was repugnant to me, but he had me so worked up that when he 
grabbed my head and pulled it towards his swollen cock, I did what he asked. 

The knob on it was huge. I licked at it, running my tongue down the entire 
squat shaft. Finally I fitted my mouth over it. It grew and stiffened with 
the first touch of my lips. I sucked on it, working it far down my throat. 

"That's the way dear." 

"That's it exactly, dear, you suck it like a pro, and when you finish I'll 
be in ecstasy." 

I got a good rhythm going, moving down on it to the hilt and then back off 
till only the tip of my tongue was still touching. I then took the shaft in 
my fist and jerked on it up and down. It was all sweaty with come, and I 
licked the come off like his cock was a popsicle or something. My stepfather 
held my head in his hands as I sucked, and he smiled approvingly. 

I poked the point of my tongue into the little slit, the little eye of the 
cock head. I gobbled up the cock again, all the way down, and worked on it 
with increasing speed. 

I was honestly enjoying it. If this was all I had to do to keep my mother 
from learning of my behavior I couldn't complain. It became particularly 
appealing as a punishment when he started fingering my pussy as I blew him. 
Before long, he had me worked up to a drooling mess. I thought he was going 
to come in my mouth, but he pushed my head off. "Whoa, Josie, we don't want 
to spill it yet. You've got some other interesting places I want to put it 
in. Like that lovely shit hole I was sucking. My inspection tells me it will 
fit my cock just fine ... Move back on the bed and turn around." 

"Please, can't we stop now. What if Mother should come home? Haven't I done 
enough? Aren't you satisfied?" 

"Oh no. Far from it. Bend over." 

I did as he told me, looking back at him over my shoulder. 

He got on the bed and crept towards me, holding his standing prick at the 
base. With his free hand he patted my gleaming fanny, glistening with sweat, 
and then he rubbed the supple, creamy flesh with the head of his cock. He 
pushed it around my ass crack. It was very damp there, with perspiration and 
come. My ass hair bristled excitedly as he pushed inward at the pink 
opening. 

He forced the hole open wide and moved his wide dong inward. It hurt. 

"Ouch," I moaned. "Don't ... please. It hurts. 

It won't go in. You'll tear me." 

"Don't you worry about it ... it's going to go in just fine." 

And with some struggle it did go in, all the way. 

In and out, in and out he moved it, slowly for a while, till my shitter was 
very well lubricated, then faster, pounding against my ass at high speed. 

He came at last, pint after pink of hot cream. It streamed out of the 
well-filled hole and dribbled down into my cunt. 

He hunched over me, breathing raggedly. 

His prick slowly slid out of my asshole with a schlop. I collapsed onto the 
bed, and he lay down over me, his head resting on my rear. 

"Real nice," he said. "Real nice, baby." 

After a while, he got up and started out of the room. 

"You come along, Josie, I've got an idea or two for some more fun I want to 
talk over with you." 

I tried to sullenly ignore him. 

"Did you hear me?" He asked sternly. "Come on. Move your ass." 

I reluctantly got up and followed him out of the room. He went into the 
bathroom down the hall. I paused at the doorway. 

"Come in here. Now!" 

I felt miserable. But I was completely in his power if I wished to keep my 
mother from knowing. Little did I realize I was only making things 
irrevocably worse. But I had no idea just how terrible a man my stepfather 
was. 

In the bathroom now, he made me sit on the edge of the bathtub while he 
washed off his slimy cock in the sink. He drank a glass of water, and then, 
inexplicably, he refilled it and handed it to me. 

"What's this," I said sarcastically, "you're trying to show how kind you 
are?" 

He feigned a slap at my face, and growled, "Drink that and shut-up." 

I took the glass of water and drank it. He refilled it. 

"Drink some more." 

I did so. 

"All right, now step into the tub. Hurry up! If you know what's good for 
you." 

I began to have a vague suspicion of what he was up to. 

"Lord, no ... what do you want me to do? Tell me! Lord!" 

He suddenly lunged a fist at my stomach. I retched. 

"Listen, you bitch! If you don't do exactly what I tell you from now on, 
I'll not just tell your precious mother how I found you fucking with some 
kid, but I'll make sure it kills her. How about that? And don't think she 
won't believe me, either. You know what she thinks of me. She loves me." (He 
said the word like it was an obscenity.) "She'll believe what I tell her, 
and she won't believe anything you choose to tell her, if you dare to tell 
her anything., which I don't think you will. That ticker of hers is not too 
good lately. Her health is "precarious," right? So from here on in, you do 
what I tell you when I tell you, and with no back talk, and everything will 
work out real good, and your mother will live, none the wiser about her 
tramp of a daughter. Now get in the tub!" 

He pushed me. Grabbing me by the hair he forced me down on my knees onto the 
cold porcelain. He slapped me twice and waved his flaccid cock in my face. 

"Here you go, here you go, drink this." 

A dribble of urine suddenly came out of the eye at the end of his prick. 
Then a full shot of the stuff splashed right at my face. In the next moment 
he was pissing full steam all over my naked body. It was hot and sticky and 
revolting. But he made it quite clear that I could do nothing about it but 
kneel there and allow it to happen. He pissed and pissed. The yellow liquid 
streamed through my hair, over my face, down at my fat boobs, and on down to 
a circling puddle at my feet and into the drain. I closed my eyes tightly, 
of course, but I couldn't shut out the feel of it and my disgust. 

When he was quite finished he wiped the head against my cheek. I could feel 
his cock starting to go stiff again. 

He said: "Stand up. Up. Put one leg up on the rim of the tub here." 

I raised up my one leg as he instructed, leaving my cunt wide open. I could 
feel how sticky it was when I spread it like that. 

My stepfather dragged a low stool that was in the bathroom over to the tub 
and he sat down. 

He was seated before me, a few inches from my open pussy. 

"Okay," he said. "Now it's your turn ... Come on, I want to see you piss." 

"No ... no...." I shook my head at him, and implored him not to degrade me 
further. It was ridiculous to plead for sympathy from such an evil man. 

"I said piss for me. And don't say you can't make it. Those two glasses of 
water I gave you will do the trick. Do it! I want to watch it coming out. I 
want to feel it in my hands." 

My hands trailed down to my bush, and I brushed the strands of hair upward 
and contracted my cunt muscles. I did, indeed, have to pee after that water. 
There was no choice but to let it go, there with his ugly face staring at 
the cunt disgustingly, waiting for the obscene show. 

A few drops came out: 

"That's the ticket," he coached. 

My golden piss streamed out onto the bathtub. He stared at it, and he looked 
up at my face and gave me that familiar leer. After several seconds he put 
his left hand out under my cunt and let the piss pour over it, filtering 
through his parted fingers. 

With his other hand he began to massage his prick. It stood up tautly, and 
he stroked it. 

"Ooooh shit, fantastic ... piss, baby, piss for papa, heh, heh, heh...." 

I was finished, but he wasn't. He pushed the now-swollen cock in at my 
pussy. 

He fucked me. He made me step out and straddle him on the stool. 

When he came, he kept it inside me for a long time, his hands prying apart 
my ass cheeks, and bouncing me up and down like I was a baby on his knee. 

"Yes, Josie, you and your stepdaddy are going to have lots of fun together, 
aren't we? We'll be real good for each other. Before long, you'll know just 
how I like my cock sucked and all that sort of thing, won't you? Hm? Yes, 
indeed." 

I lay there astride him, his prick within me, in a dreamy state of disgust. 
I Wondered why this was chosen as my fate, to be mistress to my own 
stepfather. 

"Well, let's see now, Josie, have we got time for anything else?" he asked, 
as I was washing out my cunt at the sink. 

I looked over at him blankly. 

"Yes, I suppose there's still enough time for me to give you a nice hot, 
sudsy enema, before your mama gets home. Enough time for me to watch you 
take a long delightful crap." 

I bit my lip and shuddered. 

"Yes, so get your shit-track opened up while I go get the equipment. And 
then we'll call it a night, hm?" 

When my mother got home she suspected nothing. She and her husband went to 
bed and then so did I. But for me it was a sleepless night. I couldn't think 
straight, so many thoughts passed through my anxious head. I had gotten 
myself in a dilemma there seemed no way out of. I could only hope that he 
would not take any more chances, and would leave me alone from here on. 

The next day I went to school and tried to keep myself under control. It 
wasn't easy. Nor was it easy to keep my horrid secret from my sympathetic 
girlfriends. But I did. 

My stepfather pretended that nothing had happened and said nothing to me of 
our "secret," in front of my mother or in private. I began to think he had 
settled for his pound of flesh and now was done with the matter. After all, 
it would hardly be very healthy for him to ever get caught. The statutory 
rape charge and more would certainly drop on his head. 

But my optimism was unfound. Came the weekend and he announced that I would 
have to make some excuse to my mother and meet him in town at a certain 
spot. 

I told her I was going to the movies. He claimed to be going out with some 
of the boys. His excuse proved to be close to the truth. 

I met him at the assigned place and we drove away, out of a distant suburb. 

At a large ranch-style house he stopped and we got out. There were several 
cars in the driveway. 

"Where are we?" 

"We're visiting some friends of mine. And you're going to be extra nice to 
them, understand?" 

"You don't mean?" 

"Don't mean what?" 

"You're going to use me as a whore, a prostitute." 

I tried to turn away and go back to the car. He caught my arm and dragged me 
to the house. 

Inside were five middle-aged men. They had been drinking heavily. When my 
stepfather arrived they all shouted and laughed. 

"Hey, Albert's brought us some pussy." 

"Okay, Al, nice going. Does she suck cock?" 

"She looks real sexy, Al. You didn't fail us, pal." 

"Come on, baby, get your cunt out, I'm hungry as hell." 

"She sucks cock, all right, boys, wait and see. Her name's Josie. Say hello 
to the nice men, Josie, heh, heh, heh...." 

Two of the men immediately started taking off their clothes. The others soon 
followed suit. One of them, a short husky man, got his off first and came to 
help me with mine. 

I began to struggle but my stepfather gave me the evil eye and I stopped. 

He removed my blouse and my bra and fondled my tits and sucked on them till 
the nipples were fully erect. 

"Look at the jugs she's got on her," he exclaimed. 

"Let me get in there," another one said, also naked now, and eager to help 
me reach the same state. 

He violently tugged down my slacks and ripped at my panties. 

"Careful," Albert advised. "Remember I've got to take her home to her mother 
still in one piece, and that includes her clothes. 

"Right," the man at my panties said, snickering. "We wouldn't want to 
embarass you, Al. Would we, fellas?" 

"Nooo," they all chimed in unison. 

The man pulled down my panties and patted my blonde bush. He twined his 
fingers in the flaxen curls and tugged on them. 

"A blonde cunt! Al, you sure can pick 'em." 

He made me open my legs and he forced his head in at my cooze. He slurped 
his tongue in noisily. His hands circled my bottom cheeks and pried them 
apart. The fat man was now behind me, and forcing a thick middle finger into 
my cornhole. 

"Inside, baby, let it in." 

I contracted my sphincter as he ordered, and the finger pushed its way 
inward. He licked my fanny at the same time. 

"Hey, baby, say something," the one in front said. "Hey Al, tell her to talk 
some dirty-talk." 

"Go on, Josie, tell them what's on your mind. Tell them!" 

I knew what they wanted, and I gave it to them, every filthy thing I could 
think of. 

"Come on, boys, keep at it. Kiss my fat ass. Isn't it nice and soft and 
round? Oh Man, put that finger way up my shitter ... my tight little 
shithole ... finger it ... in deep..come on, or you can pluck it out and 
I'll shit on your head ... You like my pussy ... you like the blonde hair on 
my cunt ... real nice ... Hey, I see some nice cocks in this room ... 
Doesn't anybody want me to suck his prick? Nobody?" 

Another of the men scurried over to me, his erect organ in his hands. 

"This one's all ready for you, dear ... come on, let her blow me." 

He ran in and clubbed me on the cheek with his solid dork. Then he pushed 
his cock into my mouth. I swallowed it and sucked back and forth. 

Behind me, the fat one was holding my long hair up and rubbing his prick on 
my neck. The one who was sucking out my cunt stood beside the third man and 
pressed his hard cock at my face, rubbing the thick head at my nostrils. 

The third one's cock was pushed out before he came, by a fourth member of 
the party who in turn inserted his dong down my throat. I chewed the meat 
avidly, like an animal. The man pumped it back and forth strenuously, 
steadily increasing speed. I drew it in to the root, and sucked with all my 
strength. He came, and I had to swallow his gallon of gism down my throat. 

They had me down on the floor now, and the fifth guy was fucking away at my 
pussy. Someone else was clawing at my fanny, one finger in my shithole. They 
manage to hold me on my side and while someone fucked my cunt another plowed 
up my ass. Two cocks were pushing into my mouth, straining the skin of my 
lips. I couldn't breathe even. 

They kept at it, one after the other, all of them at once, again and again, 
hour after hour ... come dribbled off every part of my body ... my cunt 
seemed dead ... my shithole seemed ripped open ... I felt horrible ... 
indescribably disgusted. 

They made me piss for them, shit for them, while they sat on the floor and 
watched, guzzling cans of beer like incredible slobs. They set out newspaper 
for me to shit on, like I was nothing more than an animal, a dog.... 

When my stepfather dropped me back off at our house, he said to me: "We're 
gonna do this every Saturday, so don't make any plans in the future." 

I thought over what he said. I couldn't. No way. But if I didn't he would 
surely tell my mother. There was only one thing to do. 

I never went back into that house. I've never seen my mother again, in over 
a year now. I don't know if he told her his version of why I left or not. 
I'm afraid to find out. 

 CONCLUSION 

With a long sigh and a quiet sob Josephine ended her narrative. 

After hearing her experiences of a year before, I could only be highly 
impressed with the young girl. First, of course, is her devotion to her 
mother and her concern over the beloved's precarious health. The extent to 
which Josephine would go only proved how much she did not want to risk 
hurting her mother, though her naivete and fear only got her ever deeper 
into a terrible situation. But there is no use saying she should have risked 
her mother finding out about her sexual relations with the boy rather than 
be blackmailed. We must remember that this was a sixteen-year-old girl, and 
a virgin before this fateful night. 

Besides the nobility of her purpose, I was also impressed by the relative 
stability of the girl. Many another might have been deeply scarred by such 
an experience, emotionally and psychologically. As it was, of course, she 
did not quite escape the consequences of such brutality as these sexual 
encounters included. With the several factors combined, the form of incest 
with her own stepfather, the debasement and brutilization by this gang of 
men, and her fear that her actions would be know, possibly are know, by her 
mother and have hurt her, she could not be expected to be able to react 
sexually to her lover without awful, injurious associations cropping up. 
These associations, these memories of the worst part of her past, drained 
her of any passion she would normally be feeling in her lover's embrace. 
Thus the 

"coldness" Bill complained of. The frigidity. 

With her first full admission of the whole incident, to me, and her 
acceptance of it as done and in the past, she was already on her way to a 
recovery. Good luck was running with her, too. Investigation by my 
assistants has found that Josephine's mother is alive and in much better 
health of late. Her husband, the girl's dreaded stepfather, disappeared 
nearly a year ago, and she had divorced him for desertion. Mother and 
daughter may be back together quite soon. 

 CASE HISTORY FOUR 

Subject: Denise A. Age: Seventeen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

As is common with professionals who deal in emotional problems, many of our 
patients come to us to try to solve some of their sexual problems. The 
layman generally categorizes these into so-called "hang ups". And hang ups 
they are. These problems usually prevent otherwise normal and healthy people 
from functioning properly in our society. 

When I originally started my practice I felt that too many members of our 
society suffered of these type of afflictions and it was my duty as a 
professional to try to alleviate them. In this manner I come across some 
very strange cases where young and old, male and female openly describe 
their life sexual experiences in an effort to confirm their problems and try 
to solve them so that they once again feel satisfied with themselves and 
those around them. 

In that vein, there is the case of Denise A., a seventeen year old girl who 
had come to me with a not unusual problem: her inability to comfortably deal 
with boys her own age. I said her problem was unusual, however, what was 
unusual and in some cases perverse, was how the anomaly developed. The first 
couple of times she came to my office not much was accomplished because she 
was too nervous and self-conscious about talking to a stranger about her 
very well protected story. Eventually, though, she began to open up and talk 
more freely. 

Denise happens to be a very attractive young adolescent. She has long blond 
wavy hair that almost reaches her backside. Her lovely green eyes are set in 
a beautiful face that have among other gorgeous features a small pointed 
nose, priceless rosy lips carefully guarded by small dimples and slight 
freckles that give her an air of innocence. 

That's about all that give her an air of innocence, because as your eyes 
begin to examine the rest of her lovely anatomy, you'd think that you are 
staring at the body of a luscious twenty-five year old. 

She has large well rounded breasts that show firmness through her braless 
peasant blouse attire. In fact, she is a sight to ponder at as she walks 
across a room and you catch the rhythmic movement of her distended chest 
rubbing against the blouse. Her nipples always erect when this happens and a 
slight point forms through her garment on either side you glance down her 
figure you will, doubtlessly, notice her small waist widen itself 
progressively, but also proportionately, until the full roundness of her 
hips are fully exposed. If you happen to be watching as she walks away from 
you, you would notice that her delicious looking ass is an added feature 
that not only compliments the rest of her figure but also enhances it. 

Her muscular, tight anatomy maintains itself thoroughly attractive all the 
way down through her shapely legs. These legs usually show their beauty when 
she wears one of those stylish denim slitted skirts that you see girls her 
age wear now-a-days. Her rosy skin comes across as the skin of a Greek 
goddess against the faded blue of her denim skirt. 

She is, without any doubt, a beautiful figure of a woman, and extremely hard 
to resist as she lounges across the leather couch that my patients use to 
relate their stories to me. Her mannerisms are not those of a young girl, 
but those of a mature woman about town. She is very aware of her physical 
attributes and knows how to use them to give the right image. But what is 
her problem, then? 

She feels unable to relate to boys in more than a sexual way and always 
feels like she not only has used her lovers but also herself. "If it wasn't 
for sex," she says, "I would not be able to meet any boy. It's like I can't 
get by just talking. I usually wind up seducing them and then I can't stand 
to see them again." 

In this manner Denise has managed to get involved in hundreds of sexual 
encounters with one, two or three other boys, individually or all at once. 

"What do you think helped you start this pattern Denise?" I once 
point-blankly asked her. "What type of early experience do you think had 
this sort of effect on you? ... Take your time in answering and try to be as 
open as you can." She looked into space for a while and you could see her go 
through some emotional changes as the expression in her face began to change 
from embarrassment, to concern, to shock and to tears. She finally began to 
speak. 

"Well, doctor ... I am begining to remember what happened to me when I was 
about thirteen years old, home on holidays from the school my mother put me 
in. I remember that when I came home mother had a visitor. I could tell 
because the bathroom was stocked with toiletries that she didn't use. There 
was an electric shaver and after shaving lotions and a huge jar of vaseline 
and a man's robe with the initials H.H. I hadn't seen a robe of that type 
since daddy left us when I was eight. When mother had returned from her 
shopping I asked her who it belonged to, and she said that an uncle of mine 
had come from California to visit us and would be staying with us for a 
while. I thought that was great because whenever we had visits I always got 
presents and being away in a private school four months at a time didn't 
really give me the chance to get too many presents in a long time. I asked 
where uncle H (Hubert) was and mom told me that he was at work and that I 
would get to meet him at supper time. 

I remember I couldn't wait till he came home. I was excited all over waiting 
to see what surprise might be awaiting me that night. I really couldn't 
stand it. Finally supper time came and Uncle H came in. I was watching from 
the kitchen door as mother and Uncle were kissing each other real hard, like 
they really were close relatives. 

Uncle finally looked up and said "Where is that lovely Denise I keep hearing 
so much about?" I came out and innocently stood in the room with them and 
said "hi, what'd you get for me?" He realized that I was waiting for a 
present of some sort and didn't really know how to react. "Er ... Ah yes, of 
course, I will look for it later" he was eyeing at me up and down. I 
remember that at the time my figure was already showing signs of great 
promise and although I wasn't really aware of it, my puberty stage had long 
began developing to the delight of many a man. 

I was a. little disappointed with his answer but decided to wait anyway. We 
had a great supper laughing, making jokes and talking about what we were 
going to do and see during my school vacation. They even gave me a glass of 
wine to drink with them. I felt very grown up. 

Eventually dinner was over and mother excused herself for the rest of the 
evening because she had to go to school. She was attending night classes at 
the local college. Uncle H said that he would take care of me, not to worry. 
Mother said goodbye to me and then kissed Uncle H. I also noticed that she 
put her hands around the zipper of his pants and squeezed. Uncle H really 
liked it and made a pleasing sound. He tried to convince her to stay but she 
said that there was an important test she had to take and couldn't miss 
class tonight. I was very high from that glass of wine and I just kept 
giggling and feeling warm all over. Finally mom left. I was swaying a little 
bit so uncle grabbed me in his arms and said "I think, young lady, that you 
ought to lie down" and took me upstairs to my bedroom. Until then no one had 
ever called me "young lady" before and it felt nice. His arms were strong 
and he kept looking at me real hard. He was staring at my young breasts as 
they were bopping from side to side on our way up the stairs. His hot breath 
felt good on my neck and I was really feeling many new and strange body 
sensations. 

We got to my bedroom and as he put me down on the bed I giggled. Again I 
asked him: "Uncle H. what kind of present did you get for me?" He said 
"First don't call me uncle, you may call me by my name: Hubert, and as far 
as your present...." he was looking at me real strange now and I could smell 
his breath. It smelled like the wine we all drank; it was a sweet smell and 
it was pleasant. 

He began to slide his hands down from my face to my neck, to my tits, to my 
waist and down my legs. I felt "I think I am going to give you a very 
special present, but you must promise never to tell anyone about it, not 
even your mommy" I thought that this was a weird request, but I was feeling 
drunk and I really wanted to see what he got for me so I agreed. "Close your 
eyes and don't worry about a thing" Hubert reassured me. As I closed my eyes 
I felt his warm hand unbuttoning my blouse, slowly, calmly but breathing 
heavily. He undid my blouse and opened it wide, so that my whole body was 
exposed. I felt my nipples harden as they hit the cold air. I could hear him 
sigh in approval. "How pretty you look, you are so pink and pure I could eat 
you" and I felt him plant a warm kiss in my cleavage, while he gently cupped 
my young breasts and twirled with my nipples. It really felt like nothing I 
ever did. So I let him go on. He then started moving his hands down toward 
my skirt and gently pushing the elastic past my hips and out past my ankles. 
The room felt chilly and I shivered slightly, he noticed it and kissed my 
bellybutton. I could now feel the distinct effect of his breath as it 
travelled down towards my panties and into my crotch. I began to feel the 
warm wetness in my panties and my excited pulse as my breath accelerated. He 
let go of me and whispered "If you are feeling fine, keep your eyes closed. 
I'm about to give you my present." I couldn't wait. I heard a zipper open 
and the ruffle of clothes as when one undresses. He walked away towards the 
bathroom ... the medicine cabinet opened ... it closed again ... and he 
began to walk back. I was getting more impatient by the second, I had never 
before felt this excited. He placed some jar on my night table, then he 
leaned on my bed, sitting real close to my face and again he whispered "You 
can open your eyes now, I have my present in my hands." I opened my eyes 
briskly and found Hubert all naked. He was hairy, his chest, arms and legs 
were all covered with black curly hair. He was smiling at me and when I 
looked at what he had in his hands I was dumbfounded. It was very big and 
red, it kept throbbing and oozing some liquid from its red tip. I couldn't 
take my eyes off it. "This candy roll is all for you, Denise darling, go on 
suck on it, it" is the best candy you have ever had." I wasn't sure of what 
I was about to do but it looked so strangely attractive that I couldn't 
resist it. I slowly moved over to his thing and lowered my head toward it. A 
fine smell emanated from it. Like the smell I had noticed on my undies 
before. I got to its head and started to lick it cautiously, Hubert made a 
move with his hips and a moaning sound. I could tell he liked to give me his 
present. "Go on, baby, don't stop, deeper, deeper," he panted. So I obeyed 
his wishes, I moved his hands away from this throbbing member and proceeded 
to engulf it with my lips. The sensation was exhilarating not just only for 
him but for me, too. It was almost as if I had no control of my own 
movements, I kept going up and down, up and down, sideways, over the tip, 
around the balls. He started gasping and words of ecstasy escaped from his 
lips as his excitement grew. He held his hands tightly around my head 
pushing me into his enlarged prick, harder ... harder ... harder ... until 
his writhing pelvis came to an abrupt peak ... he shot his hot juice into my 
mouth, coating my eager throat. I swallowed and feeling his relief continued 
my sucking motions but slowly my pace down, allowing him to land peacefully, 
as it were. 

He lifted my head and sweetly looked into my eyes, "You are an absolute 
terror, Denise" he said smiling. I was in heaven!!! Imagine, the first time 
a man his size had given me a present and he liked the way I enjoyed it to 
top it off!! 

Hubert was far from finished, he had much more to give me yet. "You know 
what, Denise? I am now going to give you some more pleasurable presents, 
because you are a great kid and I like the way you appreciate things." 

"You certainly handled my cock right," he continued, "now I am going to show 
you how it also fits in other parts of your lovely body aside from your 
mouth." 

He started caressing my tits again, this time with more force and making 
sure that my nipples had come out. He moved his head toward them and 
suddenly started sucking on one of them pretty much the way I had sucked 
him. He seemed to enjoy it as much as I was beginning to. Sudden rushes 
would now go through my body telling me that I enjoyed this kind of present 
much more than anything else I had ever recieved. 

While he continued sucking my anxious nipples his left hand started moving 
downward, toward my panties. He carefully slipped his fingers through the 
elastic and started pulling them down and off my feet. His hand was now 
caressing my crotch. It felt so good!!! My slit reacted instinctively by 
secreting juices that made the whole area wet with desire. Hubert's hands 
felt very slippery as they stroked my inexperienced clit. My heart was 
pounding very fast and it felt like I was on fire. My hips caught on to the 
rhythm of his hands and they began to move up, down and sideways. My tits, 
red with excitement, showed a pair of erected nipples like I had never 
noticed them on myself before. They almost made me feel like I wanted to 
taste them also. I began to raise my torso and Hubert began to slide his 
face down toward my love mound. I was almost delirious I wanted to see what 
was making me feel that good. 

"Please, more, do it harder, More!!! I kept pleading. Hubert's tongue 
suddenly dashed into my cunt. He was torturing me! First my clit, then on to 
my cunt lips, separating them ever so slightly. He finally darted his tongue 
into my hole and I shrieked. "Oh ... please, Ahhh, it hurts ... no! it's 
good! More, more! "His tongue dashed in and out until I felt a tightness 
within me give in, it almost felt like the ripping of a thin layer of skin. 
As I was watching him I noticed a trickle of blood slipping down his chin, 
but I didn't know what it was all about because as soon as that happened he 
stuck his whole huge tongue into me and I almost passed out with pleasure. I 
automatically wrapped my legs around his head and began to pump his face. 
Hubert picked up the rhythm and we both pumped faster and faster. He was 
grunting as my hold on him was pretty tight, but he kept going. I couldn't 
stop, there was nothing in this whole world that could make me stop now!!! 

"Suck me, suck me, Ahhh," I kept yelling as I led both my hands to my own 
tits and massaged the nipples. My body was now uncontrollable. The movements 
were progressively stronger, and more agitated thrusting with more power, 
humping his face, "Eat, suck, eat, suck" My screams made no sense at all, my 
body began to feel like a volcano, harder and harder, I couldn't stop, I was 
going to explode. His tongue, my cunt, my ... my ... "Ahhh!!!!!!". I felt my 
body pull every which way! I came all over his wet face and kept humping 
him, slowly coming to a rest, slowly loosening my grip, slowly melting back 
into my bed, like the wax of a burning candle, just melting away and 
enjoying the new serenity that Hubert had shown me. Wow! What a present this 
had been! 

"The night is still young" Hubert said as he noticed my eyes closing and in 
fear that between the effects of the wine and the physical effort I had just 
involved myself in I might fall asleep. 

"I am OK, I want to learn more, you're my favorite uncle" I replied naively. 
"But what if mommy comes back? Aren't we supposed to keep it a secret from 
her also?" 

"Of course, honey, but your mom won't return for another hour yet. Don't 
worry about her. Just relax and learn to enjoy some of the better things in 
life. I want you never to forget this." He was kissing me gently all over my 
blushed body. Playing with my nipples, with my blonde curly hair around my 
slit, sliding his hands under my ass and gently caressing my hole, running 
his finger up my ass crack. I started doing the same to him. 

First I played with his hair all over his chest and slowly lowered my hand 
to his pubic area, where the hairs got thicker. They were still wet from the 
time when I sucked him off. His cock was ever so hard again. I stroked it 
once and lowered my hands down to his sack. It was full, round and 
pulsating. My small hands slipped to his ass and massaged his sensitive 
hole, then moved their way up his crack. He was so hairy!!! 

With everyone of our touches our bodies were starting to spark again I could 
feel his shivers and I am sure he could feel mine. Yet I wonder what was 
going through his head. I was so young and innocent and his lover's 
daughter!!! 

I was not sure that what I was getting into was alright either. Was this 
what the nuns at the school spoke about when they cautioned against the evil 
ways? Was this what the girls use to giggle about in the bathrooms and at 
night in the dormitory? I wasn't ashamed, I really had fun! The experience 
that I was turned on to then was the one that was to haunt me forever after. 
Shrink, you had the right idea." 

"Don't let my ideas worry you" I said, "just keep on verbalizing those 
experiences you had." 

"Well" responded Denise, "the evening did not come to a close after we had 
eaten each other. Hubert was obviously turned on and I was in seventh 
heaven. As I was saying, there we were, stroking each other and really 
getting into each other's sensitivities while relaxing from the previous 
activity. What promoted me to start rubbing and caressing my own cunt I will 
never know, me being so innocent and all, but suddenly I find myself 
examining my young mound, barely covered with blonde pubic hairs, and 
looking very round and luscious and I began to urge for more stimulation. I 
started seducing Hubert without realizing it. My auto erotic behavior had 
turned my "uncle" on and he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me over his 
rough, muscular body. 

He was now sucking on my tender earlobe, while beginning to position his 
cock between my legs. I didn't know exactly what was going on, but my female 
instincts were guiding my movements. And so, slowly I separated my thighs. 
They were moist and warm and very ready. His huge member felt like a 
baseball bat between my legs and the thought of what might come was scaring 
me slightly, but my cunt throbbed in anxious awaiting. 

"This may hurt at first, Denise, but after it will feel better than what we 
did before." 

I believed him. So I relaxed myself by concentrating on the pleasure I was 
experiencing and I began to feel his hot cock-head, oozing juices, trying to 
explore the area in search for my virgin honey-hole. 

He rubbed his prick up and down my slit, from the clit, through the lips 
past to my asshole. My breathing became more rapid and so did his. His 
strong hands held me up in the air as he tantalized me with his rod up and 
down my opened crotch. He was now lowering me onto his cock gently pushing 
my cunt lips apart and digging for my tight twat. I was feeling slight pain, 
but also incredible pleasure. He began to push me down unto his long, hard 
shaft harder and harder. It would never fit! Harder ... Ahh ... harder ... 
deeper ... Ohhh ... His cock was incredibly big and I was so incredibly 
small, he'll kill me! 

Please!!!No! Ahh ... yes ... big ... Now!!! I uttered words, I was breathing 
like a wild beast, so was he. I couldn't take it any more!!! 

I was going to bust! Ahhhgh!!!....He was in me! What a sensation ... what 
unbelievable pleasure-pain, how much more I wan ted ... He then started 
pumping me slowly. My body was limp, depending on his strong arms to raise 
me up and down his swollen shaft. His hugeness filled me inside like I had 
no other man fill me after. It was almost like gagging on something. 

My nerve endings inside my cunt were super-stimulated, and like in response 
to a command, I locked my legs around his firm waist. I was being impelled 
to ride him like I rode the horses in school. I was matching his thrusts one 
by one. He was deliriously sweaty, moaning, groaning and grabbing me by my 
young firm tits. 

Our bodies were starting to fuse into one writhing, juicing, smelly mass of 
energy and ultimate pleasure. "I can't take it ... I'm gonna shoot ... 
please ... come with me ... "he implored" you're mine ... mine ... mine 
Arghhh!!!!. We were at a full gallop and rushingly reached an unanimous peak 
that had us both yelling and violently shaking, holding on to each other as 
tight as ever. I felt his come juice explode in my insides flooding the 
walls of my cunt, jerk, after jerk, after jerk. We were kissing one another 
biting our tongues, lips, sucking, wanting more, wanting this moment never 
to wear off, pulsating, slowly and gradually loosening up, enjoying its 
after affects, falling into each other and finally laying motionless, our 
skins close together, whispering out mutual satisfaction to each other, 
relaxing.... 

His cock had gone limp. I could feel his softness inside me. My cunt was 
sore, but with a fine combination of pain and pleasure, my legs could not 
come to close themselves, his rod had opened me up so wide that my thigh 
muscles felt strained and unable to contract. I just lay there. 

As I was lying I heard his breath come to a slow rest. Both our bodies 
smelled from the perfume of sexual odors: sweet and heavy. 

I woke up about fifteen minutes later. Hubert was still asleep under me and 
he showed a smile on his lips. I felt like I owed him so much! What a great 
way to get introduced to womanhood! 

I started kissing him down his neck and chest as I wiggled my way out of his 
limp rod. I kissed his nipples, he moved in his sleep enjoying the 
sensation. I proceeded downward to his bellybutton and stuck my tongue in 
it, tickling him slightly. His cock was now resting between my tits and my 
nipples, sensing the meat, erected. I slid further down until my nose was 
touching his cock. I could smell his odor mixed with mine on his wet cock, A 
hunger developed in me for his rod and I swallowed it. Because it was limp I 
could now put the whole thing in my mouth and still have enough room for his 
balls. I sucked him feverously and he awoke. Hubert looked down and saw my 
mouth stuffed with his member. His prick started to extend and my mouth was 
running out of room. His prick was getting harder and harder and I couldn't 
breathe ... I finally disengaged myself and gasped for air ... his dick was 
once again ready for more. And so was I. 

"Teach me more" I said. 

"My pleasure ... and yours" We both laughed. He reached for the jar of 
vaseline he had gotten before and after opening it he handed it over to me. 
"Spread it over my cock." I followed his instructions. I dug my fingers in 
the oily substance and gently spread it over his erected shaft making sure 
it was all even by wrapping my two hands around it and moving them up and 
down his rod. Hubert was getting very excited. I could see the veins in his 
forehead popping and his face turning red. "Enough, come over here now" he 
instructed as he pulled me by my hips and dragging me closer to his face so 
that my ass was on his chest and my face on his prick. 

"Hand me the jar!" Hubert asked, I passed it down to him and began to kiss 
his cock-head softly. He was kissing me too. On my clit, biting it gently, 
around my pussy-lips, daring his tongue in and out of my cunt-hole. Suddenly 
I felt the oily substance around my asshole. Hubert was applying it with his 
middle finger. The finger first circled my ass hole and gradually got closer 
and closer to its sensitive opening. He tried pushing slightly. I jumped. 
Hubert held me by my ass cheeks and said "Have I steered you wrong yet? 
Relax and enjoy this next stage." I accepted his advise and tried to relax. 

His finger once again sipped in the vaseline and continued to find its way 
to my asshole. I tried to relax by wrapping my hands around his cock and 
pleasantly jerking him off. His finger finally found its way into my asshole 
and I reacted squeezing his meat. Relax!-I reminded myself. 

He was beginning to speed up his licking of my pussy and my excitement was 
growing again. I jerked him harder, he licked me harder. I kissed his sac, 
he kissed my clit. Suddenly he picked me up and put me on the bed facing 
down. He raised my hips and opened my legs so that my ass was facing his 
throbbing dick when he finally kneeled behind me. I felt his cock gently 
rubbing the length of my slit and I started to secrete my lovely juices. 
"Hold your breath, Denise, darling, and relax your body" I did just that and 
then, gradually I begin to feel his hot, oily cock against my ass-cheeks. He 
grabbed me by my hips and started pushing his rod into my tight asshole. I 
felt an immense amount of pressure as the oily head tried to enter me. 
Hubert was rocking back and forth, each time pushing with more pressure. 
Suddenly he jerked forward, I screamed in pain, as he entered my distended 
asshole. Only his head was in and I expect much, much more. My body was as 
limp as it could be, I realized that in this way the penetration will hurt 
the least. Another jerk ... he's halfway ... we were both perspiring, 
breathing heavily....another jerk and he was all the way inside my asshole. 
His dick was throbbing and fitted so tight that I felt my insides throbbing 
along with it: expanding and contracting at the beat of his pulse. The oily 
prick slid out ... and in again out and in again ... more and more....faster 
and faster. His manly hold on my hips allowed me little movement and so I 
jerked forward and backward and around his cock. He was deriving so much 
pleasure that I just became a tool for his enjoyment. I was sore, so sore 
that I couldn't struggle or move, I kept panting, pleading with him to stop 
... Hub ... ert! Stop ... please ... noooo ... stop!!! He continued his ever 
increasing thrusts in and out, harder, violently harder and he came into me. 
Loads of cock juice fill my guts, the pain was unbearable ... I gave in.... 

I regained consciousness many hours later. My room was dark. I was tucked in 
my bed. All I ccould remember is the pain around my crotch. It was very 
sensitive. I kissed my hand and pressed it hard against my slit. Fast 
flashbacks were passing through my head as I began to remeber the previous 
hours, when Hubert was mine, all mine and giving me "presents." 

Suddenly I heard laughter, screams and noises in the room next to mine ... 
It's my mom's room. I got on my feet and slowly open the door to get closer 
to the sounds, I walked across the hallway to my mother's room and the 
sounds got louder. The door was slightly opened so unsure of myself and of 
what I may see, I looked in. There they were Hubert and my mother, eating 
each other, sticking fingers into each other's assholes, having the time of 
their lives, I push the door open and look further while my cunt juices were 
starting to secrete through my sore cunt. 

My mother turns her head and noticed me and screams. Hubert stops and stared 
at the doorway where I stood rubbing my cunt and waiting for an invitation 
to play along. My mother rushed out of her bed and ran toward me angrilly, 
she shook me and yelled at me, "What the hell do you think you are doing you 
little bitch?" she slapped me. "Don't you ever again try to peek into my 
bedroom or private affairs" I got slapped again. Hubert got out of the bed 
and came running toward us. "He's going to help me" I think. Instead he 
grabbed me by my hair and kicked me in the ass and throws me out of the 
room. "Your mother is right, you little scum; the next time I catch you 
it'll be the end for you!!!" I couldn't understand, what was happening, did 
Hubert and I make love? If we did why did he betray me so? Why couldn't he 
just explain? Why did he take advantage of me like that?!! I remember crying 
all night. I couldn't sleep. The next morning I was punished by being sent 
back to school. Hubert himself called up posing as my father and telling the 
nuns what a perverse child I was and that I needed to be dealt with. Well, 
what happened when I got back to school didn't really matter much, except 
that I quickly learned how to be devisive and how to get what I want. 
Especially with boys. I meet them, I fuck them and then I can't stand to be 
around them any more. "Can I be helped, Doctor?" 

 CONCLUSION 

I want to be open with you, Denise,. Your so called problem really stems 
from that very first sexual experience you had with your mother's lover. Not 
only were you betrayed in a vow, but you felt used, Hubert fucked you there 
because he wanted to feel what it was like to make it with a girl, or 
because of his own particular hang ups. You were there and within reach. It 
was easy to fool a little girl like you and he knew it. You were young and 
naive and made an easy prey. But, look at it this way. Not too many girls 
have the opportunity to learn of sex at such an early stage. You are 
probably the most sophisticated seventeen-year-old girl I have come across 
in a long while. Do you see what I mean? I am saying that you can look at 
the positive side of the experience and realize how much you have learned. 
As far as the other boys are concerned, they are not all Huberts, but it is 
good to be aware of their existence. Get to know the boys that ask you out, 
don't try to involve yourself sexually with them until you are sure that 
they pass your tests. Soon after you start trying you will see how your 
attitudes toward this will begin to change. Give yourself a chance." 

"Thanks, doctor. You are really very supportive. See you next week" Denise 
grabbed her coat and waved. 

I think to myself that she must be a great lay. Maybe some day I will meet 
her on a social situation and.... 

 CASE HISTORY FIVE 

Subject: Ann F. Age: Sixteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Ann came to see me at the request of her mother. She did not want to see me 
and had to be forced to come to my office. Ann's problem started at a very 
young age when she was sexually assaulted by her father and various other 
members of her family. Rut as Ann pointed out she did not feel that she was 
the least bit troubled by her experiences. In fact she felt that what she 
had gone through was really quite pleasant and it was only her mother who 
really thought there was anything wrong. 

It seems that Ann's mother had only just found out about these various 
sexual encounters with the family. Ann's mother and father have been 
separated for the past 3 1/2 years. And Ann's mother had been living in 
another city while Ann had been living here with Ann's younger sister Marie 
and their father. 

As I have stated, Ann's reaction to her experiences had not been negative as 
would be expected in these predominate but usually unreported situations. 
She felt that it was really to her advantage to have had the experiences she 
had and was not at all ashamed or concerned. I suspected that this was just 
a cover up and proceeded with the session in order to probe further into the 
young girl's mysterious attitude. 

Well, Doctor, I don't really feel that I need to be here but if you like I 
will tell you exactly how it all started and why. My mother and father 
separated about 3 1/2 years ago and now that I think about it I suspect that 
I was somehow to blame. I mean that it wasn't my fault. It just really 
happened that's all. 

My father and I had always been close. I can remember thinking how nice it 
would be if I could take care of him myself. You know, without my mother 
always being there. I always took every opportunity to sit on his lap and 
kiss his cheek or rub his neck and back. And he always seemed to like when I 
did it. He would often put his hands on my backside while I sat on his lap. 
I really enjoyed making him feel good and like I said he always seemed to 
enjoy it when I touched him. 

It was only natural then after my mother left that my father turned to me 
for help with running the house and taking care of my younger sister Marie. 
She is two years younger than me and was ill when my mother left. I really 
enjoyed helping him and it seemed that things would go along just as they 
had. The one difference being that my mother was not around to interfere. 

About 2 weeks after my mother had gone I had finished cleaning the supper 
dishes when my father called me into the living room. "I just want to tell 
you Ann that I'm very proud of you. You've been such a help to me and your 
sister. I'm going out for awhile and when I get back I'll have a big 
surprise for you." 

I can't tell you how good I felt. So proud. As I turned to get his coat he 
grabbed me around the waist and pulled me to him. He had never done anything 
like that before and it made me feel even more grown up. After he left I 
finished cleaning and waited with great anticipation for the surprise my 
father had promised. 

It was about 11:30 when he got home. I could tell he had been drinking. I 
asked him where my surprise was and he said I should be patient. He said 
that I would get it in time. He couldn't stand straight and I helped him to 
sit down on the couch. He had his arm around my waist and after I helped to 
lie down he pulled me down on top of him. I was lying completely on top of 
him now and I really felt very strange. We had never been like this before 
and I felt awkward. I had never been like this with anyone and I felt my 
body grow tense as his arms closed around my ass. He started to rub the 
cheeks of my ass with his hands all the while pushing me down harder and 
harder onto his body. 

I started to squirm and wriggle trying to free myself from his grasp. I 
can't say that I didn't like it but somehow I knew that this wasn't right. I 
managed to free myself and sit up along side of him. 

"Daddy you promised me a surprise and I've been good. Please, can't I have 
it now?" 

"Sure Ann," he whispered. "You can have it any time you say you want it." 

His eyes were staring at my tits and it was at this point that I began to 
realize what my surprise was. I got very scared and started to get off the 
couch. I was very confused and didn't know what to do. He must have sensed 
my fear and confusion because he suddenly grabbed me by the shoulders and 
pulled me down on him again. 

"Please daddy, don't" I whimpered. "Please don't," I cried softly. He didn't 
say anything. He just continued to move his hands on my body. I didn't know 
what to do. Suddenly he put his hand on my sweater and whispered, "You've 
got such nice tits Ann. I can't wait to suck them and squeeze them. But 
first you've got to tell me that you want my surprise." 

I didn't know what to say. I was so mixed up. Somehow I knew what he was 
doing was wrong but he was my father and I trusted that he would never hurt 
me. I didn't know what he had in mind. "Yes daddy, I want your surprise." 

"And you promise to accept it all, without hesitation? And you promise not 
to tell anyone, not even your sister?" I didn't want to dissappoint him so I 
promised to do everything he said. 

After this he got up from the couch and picked me up in his arms and carried 
me into the bedroom. His arms were so strong holding me like that. I felt 
powerless to do anything. Once in the bedroom he laid me down on the bed and 
then walked over and locked the door. 

He lay there for a moment, his eyes devouring my entire body. I wasn't sure 
what was going to happen when he suddenly reached his arms around me and 
pulled me towards him. He began kissing my virgin lips with a passion that I 
had never known. I started to tremble as his hands began moving and 
exploring my young body. I didn't know what he wanted me to do and he must 
have sensed this because he told me to just relax, that he would take care 
of everything. 

I felt so secure being in my father's arms like that. I wanted him to do 
whatever he wanted. I was beginning to enjoy giving him this pleasure. 

His hands began exploring my tits and I started to tingle all over my body. 
It was so nice having his hands squeezing my firm boobs. I didn't notice how 
worked up he was getting nor did I. yet know just what a surprise I had in 
store. Suddenly, my father grabbed at my sweater and pulled it over my head 
and with his free hand he grabbed at my bra strap and ripped it from my 
body. I was naked from the waist up with my father sucking and squeezing my 
big young tits. A thrill shot through my body right down to my virgin cunt. 
I had never known such pleasure before and didn't think there would be much 
more. I was wrong. 

He continued to work at my tits with his mouth and with his free hands began 
to explore the virgin area underneath my skirt. First he began stroking the 
inside of my thighs with his finger tips. It was such a new and exciting 
feeling. All of a sudden he reached up to pull down my underpants. They got 
kind of tangled and wouldn't slip down easily so he just tore them from my 
body. As they ripped off me I could feel my cunt become exposed and I began 
to blush at my nakedness in front of my father. He started to stick his 
finger into me and I couldn't believe the sensation. He would move it slowly 
at first and then harder and faster. I thought I was going to explode. It 
felt so good to have my father doing these things to me. I couldn't believe 
that it was really happening. 

All the time he had his finger in me he continued to suck my tits. I had 
never done anything with anybody before and I was still very scared at what 
was happening. But I didn't have time to worry long. 

My father was still dressed at this time. He was still sucking my tits and 
finger fucking me. I was on my back and he was on his side. He reached up 
and grabbed one of my hands and pulled it down to his crotch. I can't really 
describe what I felt. I had never felt a prick before. And what a prick my 
father had. It was like a steel rod. I could feel it pulsating beneath his 
pants. It was hot and strong and I longed now to see what a real cock looked 
like. 

He must have sensed my desire because he asked if I was ready for his 
surprise. "Do you want your surprise Ann?" I could hardly speak I was so 
wild with excitement. "Yes", I gasped. "Please let me see my surprise, I 
must see my surprise." 

He commanded me to pull down the zipper of his pants. I was so excited I 
could hardly move my hand. Trembling and shaking with desire I moved to do 
as he said. Slowly at first and then as my desire increased I tore at the 
zipper. I couldn't wait to see and touch my father's incredible cock. 
Finally I managed to get the zipper all the way down. I pulled my hand away 
waiting for the big, hard, rod to appear. My father told me to stick my hand 
in and pull it out. He said it was too big to fall out by itself. I was 
afraid. I had never touched a prick before and the thought of touching my 
father filled me with fear and desire. 

"Pull it out," he commanded. And I was powerless to do anything else but put 
my tiny hand on his huge cock and gently pull it out. I can't tell you what 
a thrill it was to touch my father's glorious prick. Once I started touching 
it I couldn't stop. When I looked down at it I couldn't believe my eyes. It 
was so big it came nearly to my elbow. And it was so thick that had I known 
what he wanted to do I probably would have died from fright. 

"Suck it Ann" he demanded. "Suck your father's cock," he commanded. As he 
said this he drew my head towards his giant cock head. I couldn't believe 
what was happening. I could barely get the head of it in my mouth. He told 
me to play with his balls and jerk his prick as I held the giant head with 
my mouth. All the while he was finger fucking me and grabbing and pinching 
the nipples of my tits. My body was filled with spasms of delight. I was out 
of my mind with delight sucking and jerking my father's delicious prick 
while he was filling my cunt hole with his fingers. I was on the verge of 
passing out from delight when he told me to stop what I was doing and lay 
down again. 

He placed a pillow under my ass and then he lay on me, in my virgin crack. I 
didn't know what he was going to do but by this time I almost didn't care. I 
felt such strange and wonderful feelings. My cunt was on fire and I didn't 
know what I could do to quench my desire. 

Suddenly my father began lapping my cunt with his tongue and I nearly 
screamed from delight. "Suck it daddy, suck my virgin cunt," I screamed. I 
was delirious with pleasure. My own father sucking and eating my cunt. I 
couldn't believe it. I felt like a volcano ready to burst. I started to yell 
deliriously. "Oh daddy, suck me, suck me, please daddy suck my cunt." I 
couldn't stop. I was wild with desire. 

Suddenly he stopped sucking and got up on his knees. He spread my legs as 
far apart as they could go. "Are you ready for my surprise Ann?" he asked 
breathlessly. "Oh yes daddy, please give me your surprise," I said. "Oh 
please give me the surprise," I implored. 

"Grab my cock again Ann," he commanded. I thought he wanted me to suck his 
giant cock again. I reached down to touch it. I could barely get my hand 
around it. "Put it by your cunt Ann," he said. I did as he said because his 
voice had an urgency that I had never heard before. I became frightened by 
his tone. "Put it in your cunt Ann, don't hesitate remember your promise. 
Put it in your cunt." 

"No, daddy, it's too big. It won't fit." I began to whimper now. I was 
really afraid that his huge cock would rip me apart. He grabbed my hand and 
forced it back to his prick and demanded that I do as he said. I took the 
giant cock and placed it to the lips of my fiery cunt. I could only manage 
the head in my virgin cunt. His prick filled my swollen cunt. I didn't know 
if I could take anymore than the head of my father's prick. "Please don't 
hurt me daddy, please don't shove that giant cock inside me. I'm afraid it 
will hurt me." 

"Don't worry my darling daughter I won't hurt your beautiful virgin cunt. I 
just want to make you feel good. And remember you said you wanted my 
surprise and now I'm going to give it all to you." And with this he began to 
move his cock further into my virgin pussy. Slowly the head moved deeper and 
deeper and with each inch I felt my cunt open to grab more and more of my 
father's beautiful cock. I was filled with desire and I wanted all my 
father's cock deep inside me. I began to thrust my hips forward to help my 
father enter me. I thrust my hips to match the movement of my father's. But 
I still wasn't satisfied. I wanted it all and I knew that my cherry was in 
the way. "Please daddy stick it all the way in," I screamed. "Give me your 
whole cock, please daddy I beg you. Give me all your surprise. I want all of 
you inside me," I implored. 

With this he began pumping faster, his movements growing stronger. I felt as 
if I would explode. He stopped moving and told me to move my cunt up and 
down on the shaft of his prick. I did as he wished, not for him but for me. 
I wanted to fuck with my father and now that I was I realized that I always 
wanted to do all of these things with him. I was thrusting my hips up and 
down for what seemed to be hours. I was delirious with excitement. The idea 
of fucking with my own father filled me with a crazy lust that I had never 
known. 

Suddenly he began to pump me with his steel cock so hard and fast that with 
each thrust I could feel the wind knocked out of me. "Oh yes daddy fuck me, 
fuck your little girl, that's all I ever wanted. Fuck, shit, piss, suck, oh 
daddy it feels so good, fuck me forever," I screamed. I could feel his cock 
grow still harder and I knew he was about to come and the thought of my 
father's come inside me raised me to still higher pitches of excitement. 
Then, like some volcano exploding, I could feel his cock begin it's final 
pulsations. He was coming, and I was coming with him. "Oh daddy, oh daddy, 
oh fuck me," I screamed. Every part of my body was electrified. I could feel 
that hot come deep inside me. My father's come deep inside his virgin little 
girl's cunt hole. I fainted from the pleasure. 

When I came to my father was in the living room. I just lay where I was, 
filled with the pleasures that had just taken place. My body tingled from 
the memory of my father's hands, lips and his glorious prick. I felt 
absolutely no regret over what had just taken place. 

In fact, as I lay there I began to get hot again. I started to get out of 
bed, but I heard the front door open and close and then I heard the voices 
of my uncle and father talking. 

I couldn't hear everything but I knew they were talking about me. I really 
didn't mind if my uncle knew. In fact, it kind of turned me on to think that 
my father thought I was so grown up. There was a knock at the door. I didn't 
say anything and closed my eyes again. The door opened up and I took a peek 
to see my uncle enter the room. I still didn't say anything, but I wondered 
what he was doing here. 

He came over to the side of the bed and sat down next to me. I could feel 
his eyes exploring my naked body and I began to blush. I resigned myself not 
to say a word though as I didn't want to disappoint my father. The bed 
started to sag as the weight of my uncle made itself felt. He was lying 
alongside of me now. Suddenly I could feel his tongue brush the nipple of my 
left tit. I could feel my cunt hole start to get wet but I still didn't 
move. It was kind of nice just lying there not knowing what to expect. 

I could hear the door open and close again and there were more voices in the 
living room. My uncle got up from the bed. But before he did, he stuck a 
finger into my cunt. I couldn't help myself and I could feel my cunt hole 
grab at his finger. A thrill of pleasure shot through my body. 

I recognized the voices in the living room as belonging to my uncle, my 
father and two of my father's friends. I could hear my father saying that 
something wasn't right but I wasn't sure what it was they meant. The voices 
grew louder and then I heard the door open and close. I couldn't hear my 
father anymore. I think that he went out for something, at least that's what 
my uncle told me later. 

I was still on the bed when the door opened again. I could feel the 
footsteps as they approached the bed. I opened my eyes. Something told me 
that I'd better. When I opened my eyes, I couldn't believe when I saw. My 
uncle and my father's friends were completely naked. I started to scream but 
my uncle threw his big hand over my mouth. I tried to escape from his grasp, 
but he was too strong. I was frightened and afraid that something bad was 
going to happen. It never occurred to me why they were in the house and I 
didn't know what to do. 

My uncle didn't say a word. He just knelt over me and ordered me to take his 
cock in my mouth. I was scared to say no, but I couldn't do it. He asked me 
if I was afraid and I nodded yes. He told me that as long as I did what he 
said it would be all right. He said that my father knew and didn't mind, and 
that he had gone out for a little while and would be back soon. The other 
men just stood there rubbing their thick cocks back and forth. They had 
strange looks in their eyes that scared me. 

"Come on, Frank, let's take her," one of them said to my uncle. 

"Easy, easy," my uncle replied. "She's young and needs proper care." 

I felt better when I heard this and relaxed a little. My uncle must have 
understood because he took his hand away from my mouth. "Now suck on my 
prick." As he said this, he moved the head of his prick up to my lips. I 
could feel the pressure against my still-closed mouth. Slowly he pushed his 
hard cock against my lips until they started to part. Little by little, the 
head pushed its way further and further into my yielding mouth. I couldn't 
stop his movement and the only thing I could do was open my mouth wider and 
wider to his advancing cock. He told me to relax and enjoy it. I began to 
suck his cock willingly and I could feel my cunt hole grow wet from the 
action in my mouth. 

I couldn't see the other men from my position but I could feel the bed sag 
as they got on it. I loved it when my father and I were fucking and I didn't 
mind my uncle, but these strangers scared me. I could feel one of them 
exploring my cunt with his fingers. The other one was exploring my asshole 
with his fingers. He must have put on some kind of grease because I could 
feel it sliding in and out very easily. I was beginning to get very hot with 
all the different sensations. I started to really suck on my uncle's cock 
even more willingly. His huge cock was feeling my eager mouth and suddenly I 
was filled with the desire to have all these beautiful cocks in me at once. 
I was inexperienced and I knew that I had to put myself into their hands. 

My uncle pulled his cock from my mouth. He told me to keep my eyes closed. I 
felt him move away from me and one of the other men took his place. His cock 
was so huge that when he shoved it in my mouth I could feel my mouth 
stretch. I longed to have them all in me at once. Suddenly huge hands were 
pawing all over my body. I'd never felt so small and insecure. I was just a 
plaything and I knew that they could do with me what they wanted. I had lost 
all control. 

My body was vibrating and I began to moan softly. "Hey, she's really getting 
hot," one of them said. 

"Oh, please fuck me," I begged. "I want all of your cocks. Please, please!" 
I didn't know what I was saying any more. All I knew was that I wanted to 
get fucked again and again. I knew that they could and would do whatever 
they wanted and this made me all the more hot. My pussy was drenched with 
cunt juice. 

I felt my body picked in the air. I could feel one of the men underneath me. 
Another was behind me. My eyes were still closed and I could feel myself 
being gently placed over one of the men's hard body. I could feel his prick 
head underneath me as I was lowered onto it. As I went down I could feel the 
huge cock go deeper and deeper into my box. I felt as if I lost all control 
of my senses. I began to move furiously on the huge cock. I was drooling 
from my mouth. Suddenly there was a cock placed in my lips. I hungrily 
sucked it into my mouth. I took every inch of both cocks into my body. I 
couldn't get anymore in. I could hear myself moaning with ecstasy. I had 
never felt anything like this in my life. 

I could feel my asshole burning from my excitement. All of a sudden there 
was a strange pressure by my bunghole. I could feel something pressing 
against it. The pressure increased and mixed with pain so that momentarily I 
focused my attention to my burning ass crack. 

I couldn't believe what was happening. I had a cock in my mouth and one in 
my cunt and now there was one coming into my asshole. I was delirious with 
excitement. The pleasure from my mouth and cunt mixed with the pain from my 
raw ass was too much. I felt as if I were suspended by giant cocks from all 
parts of my body. I was moving on a sea of orgasm from every pore. My body 
was senseless to time and place. I could have fucked forever. I wished that 
I could have! 

Somehow, though, through my orgasmic veil of delight I could sense that all 
three cocks were beginning to pulsate in their final orgasmic spasms. 
Quickly they throbbed and built to a fiery end. First the cock in my mouth 
came and my throat was filled with come. I started to swallow convulsively. 
I wanted more. The prick in my ass and cunt came at the same time and I 
could feel hot come pouring into my body through every channel I had. I was 
screaming out of my mind. I was drowning in come and loving every second of 
it. I could hear the men moaning in delight as my body drained their worthy 
cocks of every bit of come that they had. 

After they had finished and their pricks lay flaccid I licked each of them 
in turn. Yes, even the one that had been in my ass and I sucked each of 
their balls in turn. I was hot and didn't ever want to stop fucking. I would 
do whatever these men wanted anytime and any place. 

We continued to have these sessions over the months that followed. 
Sometimes, and these were really nice times, my father and I would stay up 
until late in the morning, after the others had gone, and fuck until we were 
both too exhausted to move. 

My younger sister Marie never suspected or so I thought. But one morning 
about a year after our sessions started, she came into my room. I was still 
asleep. She crawled into bed with me and snuggled in close to me. I was 
awake but I didn't move. I wanted to ask her if anything was wrong but I 
realized she was just trying to keep warm with my body heat. 

Marie was a very pretty little girl. Her blonde hair hung below her 
shoulders and her chest was just beginning to bloom with her young and firm 
tits. I could feel them pressing into my side through her nightgown as she 
lay beside me. I wondered if she knew anything about what was going on. I 
had often wondered but I never asked and she never offered anything on the 
subject. 

Lost in my thoughts as I was, I almost didn't notice how heavily Marie was 
breathing. Her short heavy breaths were coming closer together and I felt 
her body tremble slightly as she clasped her arms about my hips more 
tightly. Poor Marie, I thought. She really has had it rougher than me since 
Mother left. There really was no one she could turn to since she had gone. 
And suddenly I felt very strong maternal feelings for her. 

I turned to face her. Marie's eyes were closed and she was smiling like a 
little angel. I ran my hands through her soft, shiny hair and placed my free 
hand around her back and pulled her closer to me. Her eyes were open now and 
I could see that she was very content to lay next to me like this. I rolled 
her on her back and placed a leg in between her thighs. She closed her eyes 
again and through her beautiful smile, she asked me if I would kiss her. I 
leaned forward and gently kissed her forehead as I thought she wanted. As I 
did so, she picked up her head so that our lips were gently touching. I 
didn't realize it at the time but Marie had known about what was going on 
almost from the start. I realize now that she would hear us all the time. 
And that it was driving her young body mad with desire. 

As we kissed, a strange wave of excitement swept across my tits and reached 
down into my cunt hole. It was a strange and glorious feeling and I know 
that Marie felt something, too. She began to moan softly as our lips hung 
together in our loving embrace. I could sense now that her young and soft 
body was beginning to burn with her own virgin passion. I knew that Marie 
had never been with anyone and the thought of being her first lover drove my 
cunt to burning with excitement. 

I continued to kiss her as I placed my body directly over hers. I placed a 
hand on her nightgown and began to gently caress her tits. Her boobs were 
incredibly soft and pliant to my fingers. Her nipples strained through her 
flimsy nightgown, yearning to be squeezed and pinched. She spread her legs 
wide and I slid down so that our cunts were rubbing together. I could feel 
her cunt hair through the nightgown and it was driving me crazy with lust. I 
wanted to have her and I knew I would but I would be gentle with her. 

Slowly I slid my head down to her crack and began to kiss and caress her 
cunt with my lips. Her legs spread wider apart. I could feel her fresh and 
virgin cunt grow wet with excitement. She had her arms by her head as if 
they were held by some invisible lash. Her hips rolled spasmodically from 
side to side as I continued to kiss her through the nightgown. Now I placed 
both hands at her hips and began to slowly push her gown up towards her 
stomach. All the time I continued to kiss and lick her sweet hole. 

When the gown reached her hips, I stopped what I was doing just to look at 
my darling sister's crack. It was beautiful. There was a small blonde bush 
of hair growing on her mound and it looked like it was beginning to swell 
from her heat. I decided to remove her nightgown altogether and as I did so, 
I could see that she was blushing. I told her that it was okay, and I 
proceeded to take off my own clothes thinking that if she could see me, it 
would make her feel better. 

Her small young tits were swelling with desire. Her nipples were as hard as 
diamonds and I could see that they were growing more distended all the time. 
I asked her if she wanted me to suck on her tits and she nodded yes without 
opening her eyes. I started to press the lovely buds between my lips, gently 
rolling them from side to side. First I did one nipple and then another all 
the time my own heat was growing stronger and stronger. Suddenly in a burst 
of lust I started to nip at her nipples with my teeth. This must have been 
what she wanted because she began to squeal with excitement. The harder I 
nipped the more she squealed. 

I reached down with my hand to her crack and felt her tiny slit moist with 
her own juice. It was pouring from her hole and was very hot. She spread her 
legs wider and my finger shot into her fevered cunt. She began to roll 
furiously around from side to side. Her hips were moving in such a way that 
my finger kept moving deeper and deeper into her beautiful wet box. She 
wanted it all the way in but I was not ready to take her hymen yet. She was 
moaning and groaning for me to take her in any way I knew. 

I moved my hand away from her cunt and moved my head down to her hole. As I 
did this I placed my own dripping box over her own sweet little mouth. I 
eased my cunt onto her face. I placed my cunt on her mouth and for a moment 
I felt her body grow rigid. Then she stuck her tongue in my crack and began 
to lick the walls of my honey pot. I told her to stick in her tongue as far 
as she could. I could feel her small tongue straining to do my bidding. I 
pressed my cunt into her face and she suddenly went wild with passion. 

Then I took her legs and spread them still wider. Her young cunt had never 
been so exposed to my view. I started to lick her beautiful distended clit 
with my tongue and with each sweep of my tongue I could feel her passion 
mount. It was all I could do to maintain myself above her. She was moving 
wildly. I asked her if she liked licking my cunt and I could feel that even 
my words were driving her crazy. 

I quickly moved from her as I felt that she was about to come. I ran to my 
dresser and with my back to her I placed the dildo around me. I wanted her 
to feel it all and wasn't going to miss this chance to take her completely. 
I came back tthe bed. She was still moving crazily, her own fingers buried 
deep in her snatch. I moved them away. And placed myself over her. 

I slowly moved the head of the prick down to her crotch. I could feel her 
tense as she felt the strange object move along her body until it came to 
rest at her beautiful virgin hole. I pressed the cock into the burning oven. 
It wouldn't move very far into her small hole. I continued to press forward 
very slowly and deliberately. She was grabbing at the lips of her cunt 
trying desperately to make them take in this long, hard prick. 

Slowly and steadily the cock drove deeper into her cunt. Slowly her box 
opened to receive it. All the while she was screaming and yelling to be 
fucked. "Oh, my, please do it. I can't stand it. Please, oh, please." Her 
words were driving me wild. Suddenly I drove as hard as I could into her. I 
could feel the prick move past her hymen into her real virginity. She 
screamed and I began to pull out thinking that I had hurt her too much. But 
as I moved to release her from this pleasure lock she reached her arms 
around me and pulled me back in. As she did so, she thrust her hips high 
into the air so as to aid the long cock's journey home. It still did not go 
all the way in and she pleaded to have it all. "Please, sister, fuck me. Oh, 
I love it. Please fuck my hole." She was thrusting her hips up and down and 
the long shaft was not long in filling her longing cunt. She was rubbing her 
box furiously up and down on the long thick shaft. All the while yelling for 
me to fuck her more and more. 

I was so thrilled by my sister's reaction to all this that it was not long 
before we were both coming in waves of pleasure. I could sense her climax 
approach and her wildly moving hips drove to the brink of my own orgasm. We 
lay spent for an hour afterwards locked in each other's embrace, each taking 
turns at licking and kissing the other's pussy. 

At this point I ended the session. It was near the time for Ann to go. I 
believe still that while the young girl was obviously very willing to 
recount every detail of her experiences she displayed almost no sense of 
remorse or guilt. This is very unusual in these situations. 

It is possible though that her ability to deal with these sexual experiences 
in such a matter-of-fact way is to her credit. She seemed less agitated at 
the end of the session and she agreed to return the following week. 

I feel that with her continued recounting of her various sexual adventures 
we will find the clue to her obviously uncaring attitude. And I expect that 
beneath this rather bland and coarse exterior, we will find the emotions 
normal to a young girl of this age. 

 CASE HISTORY SIX 

Subject: Terri B. Age: Fifteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Terri was brought to me by her mother, a plump widow in her early fifties 
who was horrified to learn of her daughter's sexual appetite for young boys 
aged seven to twelve. Mrs. B. had first discovered Terri's predilection when 
she found her one morning in the laundry room of their apartment house, 
directing a young neighbor boy in the act of cunnilingus. Mrs. B. has since 
had cause, she states, to believe that Terri's experience in such acts is 
both extensive and compulsive. 

Terri herself is a well-developed, attractive girl of fifteen, with sandy 
red hair and bright green eyes. She has shown no interest in dating boys her 
own age, Mrs. B. said, and apparently has little interest in older men, 
either-not even crushes on high school teachers or movie stars. Terri is an 
only child and has few friends of either sex, keeping to her room and 
reading most of the time, except for her assignation in the laundry room and 
elsewhere, which Mrs. B. fears are becoming more and more frequent. 

Terri spoke frankly and openly to me about her experiences once her mother 
had left the room. She is an articulate and imaginative girl, but her 
straightforward and graphic descriptions left little doubt that what she was 
saying was true, not the product of vivid childhood fantasies based on the 
books she'd read. Significantly, I believe, she spoke calmly and without any 
sign of embarrassment. 

I was nine. The first time that anything happened. Though I had been 
thinking about it for a long time before that. For at least two years, I'm 
sure. Sort of planning it. So it really wasn't any big thing when it 
happened. I mean, I'd already imagined what it would be like so many times. 

And I did it. It wasn't his fault-Carlos. He was the Super's son, PR. With 
jet black hair and really flashing eyes. Light brown skin, very smooth. I'd 
been watching him for a couple of months and decided he was it. I really got 
excited thinking about it. He'd catch me looking at him and would kind of 
laugh, with his eyes. 

He was ten, I think. A little older than me. Not much. One Saturday when 
Momma was doing the laundry, I noticed him hanging around, back by the 
furnace room. While Momma was putting the clothes in the dryer, I turned 
around and put my hand down on my pussy and squeezed it, real quick like, 
and gave him a big smile. He shivered and smiled back, touching his cock. 
Momma didn't notice anything, of course, but my pussy was hot as fire all 
the way up in the elevator. I was frantic for about half an hour, trying to 
think of what to do. 

Then I thought of a plan. I told Momma that Grandma had called earlier, and 
she said to run to the store to buy laundry soap and that she had said it 
was very important. It was a lie, of course, but I knew that once the two of 
them got on the phone together, they'd be so busy gossiping that they'd 
probably never realize my trick. Also, Momma would be tied up for a good 
hour and would have to send me down to get the clothes out of the dryer. 

It worked. My heart beat a mile a minute as I pushed the elevator button, 
thinking how nice it would be to feel Carlos' finger pushing into my hot, 
wet pussy instead. It was almost more than I could stand. 

All the way down I was terrified that he would be gone, that he wouldn't be 
there any longer. But he was. Right by the door of the furnace woom where 
I'd seen him before. One look was all it took to show me he was as excited 
as I was. 

I didn't even go into the laundry room to see if the clothes were dry. We 
went right in by the furnace, and he took me by the hand and pulled me 
around behind the furnace itself and down on some cushions which I guess he 
had brought in and arranged while he was waiting. 

We were both breathing real fast. 

"Oh, touch me, touch me," I squealed and he reached his hand up under my 
dress and felt me hard through my panties. His finger began to massage me 
and my pussy got wetter and wetter and hotter and hotter until my panties 
were soaked. 

I reached out for him and started to rub his cock, which was hard and 
throbbing inside his jeans. He pulled his hand back and fumbled with his 
belt and zipper, pulling his pants down to just below his knees. 

He didn't have any underwear on, but of course that wasn't what I really 
noticed. It was his cock, standing out, brown, erect and big-very big, I 
guess, for a boy his age. Anyway, it was absolutely luscious-looking. 

I touched it and he shivered again, then pushed me down on the cushions, 
reaching back up to my dress to touch my hot sex, too. We lay like that for 
a minute or two, with me holding his throbbing meat and him pushing into my 
pussy through my panties, then he reached up and pulled them down real fast. 

I was shaking all over by then. His hand came back immediately and his index 
finger pushed way up inside my honey pot. I think that was the first time I 
ever really came, although I'd played with myself a lot before. But this 
time the whole room exploded and I gushed all over his hand and arm and the 
cushions, and he was jacking off and crying out and spurting all over the 
cushions and me, too. 

We lay there for a minute, then Carlos went and found some rags and we wiped 
ourselves as dry as we could. I told him I would meet him there the next day 
at one o'clock. Momma always went to visit Grandma on Sunday afternoon, and 
I didn't have to go if I had homework to do. And I certainly had some 
homework to do this week. 

Carlos was almost fifteen minutes late. I was so hot for him that I had 
taken off all my clothes except my panties and was lying on my back on the 
cushions rubbing my titties when he came in. 

"Sorry," he said in his broken English accent, "we have the dinner late 
after the Mass." 

He stood in front of me in the shadow. There was only one light in the 
furnace room and it was a weak one hanging from the ceiling on the other 
side of the room. Carlos pulled down his jeans and took them all the way 
off. He smiled and moved toward me, looking brown and wonderful in just his 
white T-shirt. 

I reached for his meat and determined to get a better look this time. He 
grinned broadly and leaned back, his arms behind his head. His cock was 
really a nice size-as I've learned since. He had every reason to be proud. 

He reached down and pulled his foreskin back, revealing the tip, which was 
red and wet. I felt an uncontrollable urge to take it in my mouth, to lick 
the little red dot with my tongue. 

First I reached out and ran my fingers gently along the length of his hard 
rod, then down to gently caress his balls. He already had quite a bit of 
hair, which was dark and spiraled, like that on his head. And his balls were 
large and dangling, not the hard little nuts like I found on so many others. 

Carlos moaned as I played with his balls, then reached down, grabbing me by 
the neck and pulling my face up to his. He kissed me hard on the lips, 
pushing his tongue wetly into my mouth. I started to stroke his cock as his 
tongue went deeper and deeper. 

Then suddenly I tore my mouth away from him and pivoted to where I was eye 
to eye with his throbbing dick. My tongue licked my upper lip for a long 
moment, then moved out to touch the red head of his wonderful meat. I tasted 
the clear white drop of liquid on the tip. It was sweet and salty, both at 
once. I moved my tongue around on the tip and Carlos began to squirm. My 
lips opened and closed around it, and I tasted more sweet saltiness. My 
fingers began to stroke his balls again and my lips went down over the 
pulled-back foreskin. 

I felt his hot Spanish dick go further and further into my mouth, pushing 
firmly against my tongue, the roof of my mouth, the walls of my throat. 
Carlos began talking to me in Spanish and his hips began to squirm more and 
more on the cushions. He grabbed my neck gently and began to move my head 
slowly up and down on his warm, hard dick. My own pussy was oozing and 
aching and my whole body was trembling with the excitement of what I was 
doing for him. 

He began breathing faster and faster as I continued my slow, steady pumping. 
I plunged the index finger of my left hand into my own bubbly honey pot, 
still stroking his balls with my right hand. 

I began to tongue the folds of his foreskin each time my mouth moved up to 
the tip of the shaft, then I would hesitate there, more and more each 
stroke, really getting into what I could do with my tongue on the head and 
foreskin of his dick. Carlos got wilder and wilder, and then I felt his 
whole body stiffen and heard a sharp intake of breath. His hand pushed me 
gently but firmly all the way down on the shaft, and just as my chin touched 
his balls, he gave a long, muffled wail and I felt his come spurting hot and 
fast deep down inside my throat. 

Since then I've read a lot about how most girls don't like to take a guy's 
load, about how it makes them gag and all. I don't really understand that. I 
really loved it from the very first time. The taste, the feel, everything. I 
can't understand how anyone could even think of spitting it out or anything 
like that. 

Maybe it is because Carlos was so good and gentle with me, helping me along, 
never being forceful and rough. Or maybe it was what happened next. 

I had started fingering myself faster and faster while I was sucking Carlos, 
but as soon as I had discovered how excited I could make him with my tongue, 
I guess I forgot all about myself and just began to concentrate on him. So 
when he shot his load, I hadn't come yet-wasn't even close, in fact, and 
just sort of lay back, very satisfied, really, with my head on his stomach. 
I loved the look of his Puerto Rican dick even when it wasn't hard. 

After a minute or two, Carlos reached down and began to run his fingers 
through my hair. Then he pushed me back, gentle-like, on the pillows, and 
began to rub my nipples with just the tips of his fingers. 

My nipples got real hard and my pussy started getting hot all over again. He 
kissed me once, then moved his head down and started to suck on the tips of 
my titties. I had just started to show at that age, though I wasn't wearing 
a bra yet. His tongue worked around on my nipples until my whole body was 
tingling. I had the feeling that maybe tonguing my tits like that had the 
same effect on him that tonguing his foreskin had for me. 

He reached down for my pussy, but very gently this time, without putting his 
finger inside. Just rubbing around on the outside of my silk panties, then 
removing them and stroking me there, tickling the hair, touching the folds. 

Then he drew his head back with a boyish smile and pushed himself up with 
his arms, to where he was looking down deep into my eyes. He said something 
in Spanish again that I didn't understand, then moving slightly down on the 
cushions, touched my knees with his palms. His fingers slipped under my 
thighs and lifted them up, until my knees were pointed upward. His hands 
then pushed out on the inside of my thighs, so that my legs opened wide. 

He began to kiss the inside of my thighs softly. I could feel his curly hair 
brush against my right thigh as he worked his way down the left. My pussy 
was boiling hot and I trembled uncontrollably as he got closer and closer 
until his lips touched mine, his tongue slipping inside the tender folds and 
moving gently around. He found my clit immediately and began tickling it 
with fast little darts, separated by slow circling motions of the tongue 
back into the inside of my cunt, deeper and deeper. 

Slow, fast, slow, slow, fast. He drove me absolutely wild, then suddenly he 
was gone! 

I looked down, still trembling and very puzzled, to see why he had left me. 
He was smiling kindly and again spoke to me in Spanish, asking me some 
question, I think. My reply was to reach out for his curly black head and 
pull it back, hard, into my cunt. 

Obviously I had answered his question, language gap or not, and he began 
eating me with renewed vigor and, as I know now, real finesse. He began 
moving his tongue all around the clit, just barely touching it, faster and 
faster, and then, just as I was ready to explode, he plunged back into my 
moist cavity, licking loosely and languidly around in there. I can still 
remember the slight roughness of his tongue, slowly discovering me there, 
then coming back to tease my hot little clit. 

Finally he knew I was ready and brought me all the way home. My thighs 
pressed tightly around his head, and the curly hair brushed faster and 
faster on them, masturbating me into his mouth every bit as much as the 
pressure of his tongue on my clit. Later I could sometimes come just by 
fantasizing the feel of his hair moving against my thighs. 

When I did come I screamed out loud, so loud in fact, that Carlos muffled my 
mouth with his hand for fear that someone would hear. The thick door of 
furnace room was closed tight, but still making too much noise would have 
been dangerous, especially if there had been anyone doing laundry just down 
the hall. 

But luckily we were safe. We lay beside each other, frightened but happy, 
for several moments before we dared to move. I looked down and saw that 
Carlos' cock was hard again. We both giggled. 

I began to squirm down on the cushions so that I could taste his hot tool 
again, but he pushed me down on my back instead, reaching out with his left 
hand to toy with my tits again, holding his palms out flat so that they 
glided gently over just the very tip of each nipple. 

I moaned and relaxed completely, letting my legs fall open naturally, 
inviting him to use me however he wished. He took his stiff cock in his 
right hand and started stroking it slowly. I watched the foreskin glide 
enticingly back and forth over the wet red tip. 

He stroked harder and harder, smiling at me through sharp intake of air. I 
pulled his hand away from my tits, and scooted down on the cushions to where 
I could cup his jiggling balls in my palm. He arched over me, supporting 
himself with his left hand, and breathing faster and faster. 

"Oh, come on, baby. Come all over me. Shoot your hot juice all over my 
body!" I whispered excitedly, surprised that I even knew what to say. 

Then he flooded all over me-one, two, three, four, five, six, seven hot 
spurts of gism, all over my body, on my nipples, in my hair, even in my 
eyelashes. He collapsed on top of me and we lay there, squished together 
with his come like a big peanut butter and jelly sandwich. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

I continued to see Carlos almost every day for about a month. It became 
almost like a ritual. First I would suck him off, then he would eat me out, 
then he would masturbate on me. Once he made me come with his mouth three 
times, almost without stopping, and sometimes I'd suck him off more than 
once, too. I really loved the feel and taste of his meat in my mouth. But 
best of all, I guess, I loved him tonguing my clit and then jacking off all 
over me. 

I was very happy. And then one day as we were lying there together 
afterwards, he asked me if he could invite his friend, Pedro, the next day. 
I was a little skeptical, but I agreed. 

I guess I just didn't like Pedro from the very beginning. He was like an 
intruder. And anyway he was different than Carlos. He was a couple of years 
older and much rougher. He was polite to me, but he just didn't treat me the 
same. 

When I got to the room that day, Pedro and Carlos were both there, smoking 
grass. I think Carlos probably smoked pretty regularly, but he had never 
smoked anything with me and I respected him for that. Anyway, they were 
smoking. 

"Hi, baby," Pedro said, right off, before we had even been introduced or 
anything. It was like he was being too familiar too soon. 

But then he was really gorgeous-looking, on the other hand. Taller and 
heavier than Carlos, and very macho, I guess you would say. And I could tell 
that Carlos liked him a lot. So I really tried to like him. 

We undressed and I could see right off that Pedro had a very big dick, quite 
a bit bigger than Carlos'. Pedro took hold of me right away and started 
sucking on my right tit. Then he grabbed my hand and pushed it down on his 
cock. 

"Rub that cock, baby," he commanded, smiling darkly. 

The meat did feel good, so I took it in my mouth, but it was so big that I 
could barely go halfway down on it. Pedro slammed it hard against the roof 
of my mouth. 

"Suck it, baby," he insisted. 

I tried working with my tongue, but he grabbed the hair at the back of my 
neck and tried to force me all the way down the big, throbbing rod. 

"Take it, kid, take it all. Take all of my big dick. Eat it, you pretty 
little bitch." 

I struggled free, gasping for breath. "No, I can't," I pleaded. "I'm sorry, 
it's just too big." 

Pedro turned to Carlos, who had been standing playing with himself to one 
side of us. Lying back and rubbing his balls, Pedro commanded, "Okay, baby, 
you show the little cunt how it's done." 

Carlos smiled sheepishly and bent down, quietly, taking me by the knee. My 
mouth slipped moistly over Carlos' large cock and began to gobble every inch 
of it inside my throat, gurgling and working on the plunging tip with the 
lower part of his tongue. Carlos' cock seemed to grow even more gigantic, 
both wider and longer, each time the lower end of the staff showed itself 
outside my excited mouth. 

"Oh, suck that dick, honey!" Carlos whispered in obvious glee, pulling me 
around and slapping me hard on the ass. I then attacked Carlos' meat with 
renewed vigor at the blow, taking the meat deeper, faster, deeper, faster. 
Carlos began to tremble all over, then reached out and grasped me firmly by 
the cheek of my ass. 

"Aaaahhhh!" Carlos screamed out, plunging his left index finger suddenly up 
inside my asshole. 

Both of us were now trembling violently, and Carlos' hips were rotating 
wildly around my mouth on him. He grabbed my big clit and began to 
masturbate frantically, without my losing a stroke. 

"Ahhh! Ahhhhhh!" Carlos panted desperately. Then, "Ahhh, caramba!" he 
exploded, convulsing fitfully deep inside my throat. 

Carlos simultaneously shot a great arc of his own come all the way across 
the room, sizzling against the hot furnace. 

Carlos fell back on his side, spent, totally exhausted. He smiled weakly at 
me. I had gone to lean flat back against the wall, absolutely glorified by 
the whole proceeding, I guess. I wanted to cry, but I was too shocked and 
angry to do even that. 

Then Pedro stood up with a big grin. His erection was still massive. It 
didn't seem to have gone down at all. He stood there, feet apart, wide chest 
heaving, cock throbbing, balls dangling. "Well, which one of you is going to 
take this one?" 

Neither Carlos nor I spoke. The furnace kicked on, and I shivered 
uncontrollably at the sound. The giant cock began to move toward me. 

"I think I know where I want to plant this one," he laughed. "And I don't 
mean in some faggot's ass." 

Pedro reached down and pulled me up to him roughly. He slipped both hands 
inside the front of my panties, stroking my V with his two index fingers, 
then, in a spurt of violence, ripped my panties into two pieces, off my 
body, and threw them nonchalantly into a far corner of the room. 

I felt myself responding to his fingers almost in spite of myself. His 
fingers were much rougher than Carlos', but they knew their business, and 
they got me very hot. 

Pedro bent down and began to tease my pussy with his tongue. He was much 
rougher than Carlos, but at first I sort of liked it. It turned me on more 
than I'd ever been turned on before. 

He lashed his tongue deep inside me and began moving it wildly, quicky, 
roughly. Carlos had always been slow and gentle. My whole body began to ache 
and tremble. 

Then, as quickly as his tongue had entered, it was gone. He sat back on his 
heels and let out a low laugh. He actually laughed at me. 

I think I almost wanted to kill him at that moment. I didn't know where I 
was, what I was doing, even if there was anyone else in the room. All I knew 
was that I had to have that hot, raspy tongue back inside my cunt. Now, 
immediately, now! 

"Are you ready to take it, bitch?" Pedro spat out. 

"Oh, yes, yes, please! Eat me, Pedro, eat me! Eat my pussy, please. Spank me 
and eat me, please!" 

"Cunt," he laughed, pushing me down on the cushions. "Did you really think I 
was going to eat out your dirty snatch?" He hovered above me for a long 
minute. "I'm going to fuck you, bitch. Fuck you within an inch of your 
life." 

I can't even begin to describe to you how awful it was. He was so big and so 
rough. It hurt so much. I tried to cry out, but he muffled my screams. 
Carlos wouldn't help me, but instead kept kissing me all over while he 
fucked me, even running his tongue up inside my ass. 

I thought it would last forever. Pedro was like a bull on top of me, 
squirming and squealing and biting me on the neck. I felt as, if my whole 
stomach were being ripped open by his mammoth dick. 

At last he exploded, and I thought I was drowning from the inside in the 
waves of his fetid come. He pulled out and fell asleep on his side and I lay 
there crying, wanting to die, filled with a whole sea of his rotten, filthy 
semen. 

 INTERVIEW THREE 

Terri was again rather calm and matter-of-fact by the time she came for our 
third and last interview. I told her to proceed calmly, to not give way to 
the emotionalism that had surfaced at our previous session. As it turned 
out, my caution was unnecessary, as we had indeed gotten to the core of our 
problem with the Pedro account. 

They left me there, crying, by the furnace, and I never saw either of them 
again. I mean, I did see Carlos occasionally, around the building, but I 
refused to have anything to do with him after that. I was sure that he was 
nothing better than a faggot anyway. I could see that he had enjoyed himself 
more with watching Pedro than me. And anyway, he had betrayed me. With Pedro 
and to him, as well. I hated him almost as much as I did Pedro. I was glad 
when he finally moved away, about two months later, I didn't have sex with 
anyone, except myself, for almost two years after that. But then I started 
to really get horny again. My tits were really getting pretty big by that 
time, and I was menstruating and all. I really wanted a tongue in my pussy. 
And to suck a good firm, but medium-sized cock. Or have it come on me. 

Most of the guys at school were just silly and didn't want to have anything 
to do with girls at all. The older high school boys were interested, but I 
didn't really like them. They looked too rough and crude, somehow. 

But my little honey pot was ready, so I finally decided to go after this one 
sophomore, Danny Leroy. He was tall and gangly and played baseball. Catcher, 
I think. Anyhow, he seemed sort of nice, and the cock he showed in his jeans 
looked like about the size I could handle. 

I guess that was about the last straw for me, as far as older guys are 
concerned. I met him in the park one night, under the big oak tree, having 
slipped out after Momma was asleep. 

First of all, he was all thumbs. I could tell as soon as he put his hand in 
my pants that he didn't know my asshole from my cunt. 

Then when I reached down to check him out, I was in for another surprise. 
Contrary to my prior speculations as to size, he was hung like a horse. What 
a difference a pair of underwear makes in terms of crotch bulge, I learned 
the hard way. 

Once I had it out, however, there was nothing to do but to try to suck it, 
of course. Then came surprise number three-he was horrified. 

"Don't do that, honey," he gulped. "Oohhhhh, that's dirty." 

There was a new moon that night, and I'm glad he couldn't see the look of 
shock on my face. At that point, I just lay back against the tree and let 
him finger-fuck me until he got hot enough to want to stick it in me and 
then I just lay back and let him do that, too. 

I hated it, though not quite as much as with Pedro. It didn't turn me on in 
the least. I never came, of course. I've never come when they fuck me. 

There were a couple of older guys after that, including my faggot cousin, if 
you can believe that, but they were always too big or too clumsy or too 
fuck-happy. One guy even tried to fuck me in the ass, but I slapped the shit 
out of him and told him I'm no faggot, buddy. Head down to Greenwich Village 
if you want shit like that. 

So, anyway, I started looking for younger kids. Even really young, like 
seven or eight. A lot of them couldn't even get an erection, but that was 
okay, too. We'd just play around a lot and rub each other and all, and 
sometimes I'd teach them to eat me. Some of them got real good at it. 

Timmy Weinstein was the best, the kid that lives down the hall. I started 
having him over every Sunday afternoon about two years ago. We'd do our 
lessons together-like shit-while Momma visited Grandma. 

At first we'd just fool around. I'd lick his balls and thighs and suck on 
his little dong for hours at a time. His little prick was funny-looking at 
first, then I realized it was the first circumcised cock I'd ever seen. 

After we'd been at it for a while, he really got into eating out my pussy. I 
couldn't keep him away from it. 

Then-and this is really kind of wild-right after he got bar mitzvahed, or 
whatever the hell it is they call it, he came over the next Sunday and had 
the biggest fucking erection I ever dreamed a little circumcised kid like 
him could ever possibly have. 

"Oh, Terri," he kept saying over and over again. "Oh, look!" 

After looking for a minute or so, I was ready to act, though. I hadn't had a 
really hot piece of meat in my mouth for a good long while now and I wanted 
to suck that stick silly, until it flooded my tonsils all the way up to my 
nose. 

I slipped my lips open and gently about the tip. The head was hard and dry, 
much less juicy than uncircumcised cock, but it had a nice throb to it. 

"Oh, Terri, ohhhhh!" Timmy moaned. 

He had probably a good six inches, not gigantic, but big enough for a 
thirteen-year-old. I pivoted my head around a lot on my neck, the way I had 
seen Carlos do to my cunt, and Timmy squealed with pleasure. 

I worked on him for about fifteen or twenty minutes, surprised that any guy 
would take this long to come, then remembering it was his first time. I 
increased my efforts and, again remembering Pedro, slipped my index finger 
up into his asshole, which I found surprisingly warm and moist. 

Timmy's ecstasy increased to about double or triple, I guess. I started 
really sucking him fast, and with him that seemed to work better than the 
slow stroke and tongue routine. His breath was now hot and fast and his 
little anus was contracting excitedly around my finger, as if it was a mouth 
itself, gobbling away on a skinny little cock. 

With a loud cry, Timmy shot his little load onto the roof of my mouth. It 
was small but tasty, and I was pleased to discover that at least circumcised 
cocks have the same general flavor. 

Things went fine for a month or so, then Timmy decided he wanted to fuck me, 
just like all the others. It wasn't too bad at first, because at least he 
wasn't so large, but again it took him forever to come, and after a while, I 
had to push him off, his huffing and puffing and pumping to no avail 
disgusted me so. 

I guess his masculinity was wounded by that, or some such shit, because I've 
only seen him twice since then, and both times he insisted on trying to fuck 
me, but could never come. I begged him both times to eat me out, or to let 
me suck him off, but he refused. 

That's about it, I think. Except for the time this girl, Mary Louise, who's 
a year older than me, invited me to spend the night with her. I don't have a 
lot of friends, actually-most people bore me-and she's real smart and all, 
reads poetry and everything. So I thought, sure, why not? 

I never dreamed she'd turn out to be a dyke, but as soon as the lights were 
out that night, there she was snuggling up against me. 

"Hey, what's going one?" I asked, still thinking she wasn't really a dyke, 
but had done it by accident or was just cold or something. Anyway, I blurted 
out, "What're you trying to do, bump pussies with me or something?" And she 
got real quiet. I guess I really grossed her out, since she's real poetic 
and sensitive and all. 

A few minutes later I heard her crying and then I really felt pretty bad. 

"Hey, what's the matter?" I asked. 

Her voice was very quiet when she spoke. "It's just that I really do like 
you, Terri. Very much." 

That made me feel sort of all soft and buttery inside, so I reached out to 
sort of pat her on the shoulder, but my hand landed right on her tit 
instead. It was real hot and hard, and she moaned and grasped me to her. 
Next thing I knew, I was sucking on her nipples, playing little tattoos on 
them with my tongue, and her fingers darted out right under my gown and 
straight for my cunt. She was real gentle, and she knew exactly what she was 
doing. I mean, it was like she was putting her finger into her own cunt. It 
was like masturbating, except you could share it with another person. 

It was the same with her lips and tongue. They seemed to know me, know my 
own lips and tits and cunt like no other lips since Carlos', the horror. She 
made me come five times that night, and then three times without stopping 
the next morning. It was fucking terrific in the morning. I'd never come in 
the morning before. 

But I couldn't do anything to her, except play with her tits a little. They 
were fantastic tits. But I couldn't bring myself to kiss her back. I mean, 
she was a girl, just like me. Even if she was a dyke. I mean, I couldn't do 
those things to her. I'm just not like that. I'm not one one of those-what 
she is. 

Maybe I shouldn't even have mentioned that at all. It really doesn't have 
anything to do with anything. Let's just forget I brought it up, okay? 

 CONCLUSION 

In reviewing the case, I spoke separately to both Terri and her mother, 
advising them each that Terri must now try to learn to live with her sexual 
inclination as best as she can, rather than attempt to change or repress 
them. 

Terri's problem clearly stems from having been taken forcibly by an 
unsympathetic male at an early age-in a very real sense, a kind of rape. In 
her case, the problem was further complicated by having the man-boy-she 
loved and trusted stand by and let the traumatic experience happen to her 
and, equally traumatic, to allow himself to be similarly taken advantage of 
in front of her. 

This has led to Terri's being frightened of over mature masculinity, 
particularly men with large genitals. But it has, conversely, presented for 
her the possibilty of meaningful relationships with not highly masculine 
men-including impotent men-or with members of her own sex. 

Terri's problem is extremely deeprooted. While radical therapy of one sort 
of another might conceivably make her capable of participation in a 
so-called "normal" relationship, it is my personal opinion that the wiser 
course of action for her would be to seek a weak male or lesbian 
relationship, either of which seems likely to satisfy her sexually and 
emotionally. 

I have tried to convince both Terri and her mother that whatever 
embarrassment or "shame" this sort of "unconventional" arrangement might 
entail is of far less significance than the relief it would provide. 

Both Terri and Mrs. B. seemed quite willing to consider the suggestion as 
the most logical course of action under the circumstances. 

 CASE HISTORY SEVEN 

Subject: Mary J. Age: Sixteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Mary came to me with a very unusual problem. She was an attractive girl, 
with long dark hair and a good figure. But it seems that because of a 
bizarre incident that happened to her when she was thirteen, she was having 
trouble coping with boys her own age. The incident which Mary tearfully 
related to me left an emotional scar which made normal sexual and emotional 
activities difficult for her. 

Mary never knew her real father. Until she was twelve she was raised by her 
mother, Mrs. Smith. Mrs. Smith worked nights as a chambermaid and cleaning 
woman in one of the two motels in a small town where Mary was raised. Mary 
never knew why, but sometimes, she recalled, her mother would not return 
home until the next morning. One day, when Mary was twelve years old, her 
mother brought home a man who had stayed at the motel. Her mother married 
him that afternoon. Mary told me what happened during the next five months. 

"Well, doctor, I got along with my stepfather for a while, but he really had 
the hots for me cause I was so young and built. My stepfather was a real 
prick. He would sleep the whole fucking day. He made my mother clean the 
whole fucking house and I had to do all the errands while the lazy 
sunofabitch slept like a damned rock. My mother would be totally wiped out 
by the end of the day, but then she had to go work at the motel. My fucking 
stepfather never paid a cent to support us. In fact, about the only time he 
came up with some bread was when the motherfucker ran out of booze for 
himself. I don't even know where he got the money. He must have hustled some 
old woman for it, cause he sure as hell never took a decent job. 

Anyway, it wasn't long before he got tired of waiting around all night doing 
nothing but drinking. Pretty soon, he started watching me. 

Most of the time I would stay outside with my friends until it got dark. 
Then I would come in and go to bed. My room was in the back of the house. It 
was almost like a shed where we used to store stuff. There was almost no 
light in there at night and it was too small for anything besides my bed and 
a dresser. 

One night my stepfather came in while I was sleeping. I couldn't even tell 
who it was at first and I started to scream. But he put his big, hairy hand 
over my mouth to keep me quiet. It wouldn't have made any difference, since 
we were really far away from the next house anyway. He told me not to 
scream, 'cause it was only him. I was scared though, and I didn't move a 
muscle. His other hand began stroking my hair. 

I guess I musta been scared out of my mind, because I don't even remember 
exactly what happened next. He took his hand away from my mouth and bent 
over and kissed me right on the lips. I was frozen. His lips were raw and 
rough against my mouth. He smelled horrible. The stench of liquor and 
chewing tobacco almost made me sick, but I was so petrified that I couldn't 
move or say anything. 

I only had a thin nightgown on. In the dim light I could tell that my young 
body was really having an effect on my stepfather. His hands began moving 
down the front of my neck. My firm young tittie mounds were jutting out like 
fucking lighthouses. It was like my voluptuous young body had a mind of its 
own, telling my stepfather where to feel me up, begging him to put his 
rough, huge hands all over me. 

"Please daddy, don't," I whimpered through my lips which were crushed 
against his. He held me in a strong grip with one hand on my head and the 
other now fully gripping my right tit. He tightened his grip on my large tit 
and squeezed the pleasure mound brutally until tears welled up in my eyes. 
As his hands continued to feel my body up, he released his mouth from my 
lips and told me that since I was his daughter, he had a right to certain 
satisfactions from me. He told me that he was not going to hurt his pretty 
little daughter, but he might have to teach me to have a little respect for 
my father. All he wanted was for me to be a dutiful little girl and do 
everything I was told. Otherwise, he told me in a low, menacing voice, he 
would have to teach me to obey my father with a spanking. 

It was really weird, but when he said that to me, in that threatening way, I 
got a grip on myself a little better and just started feeling like he was 
really going to protect me and not hurt me. It was crazy, but I just felt 
like a little girl who had to do what her daddy told her. I just didn't 
think about his hands on my tits or his horrible odor and rough lips or 
anything. I just started letting him do whatever he wanted to. 

He told me to be a good girl and get out of bed so he could see me better. I 
stood there for a few minutes, shivering in the cold while he tried to see 
me as best he could. He told me to turn around slowly, which I did. I had my 
back to him. "Take off your gown, Mary." I had no choice, of course, but to 
obey. I knew he would give me a good spanking if I refused and I guess I 
thought it would be okay to undress if I had my back to him. I musta thought 
that he wasn't really even looking at me, or something. I just pretended 
that this whole thing wasn't even happening. 

I lifted the nightgown over my head and dropped it at my feet. The cool 
night air felt stimulating against my naked breasts and flat, girlish belly. 
My shapely body trembled a little in the cold. The next thing I knew, my 
stepfather was close behind me. I felt his cock push against my body. He 
told me to turn around so he could get a better look at me. I obeyed him 
without thinking. It was then I saw his cock. He had pulled it out of his 
pants while I had my back to him. His cock was huge, or at least it seemed 
big to me. I was standing so close to him that the massive prick rubbed 
against my lower belly. 

"Stand up on the bed," my stepfather ordered me. He got me to stand straight 
and my virgin pussy was almost level with his head. He moved his lips toward 
my crotch and began kissing the pubic area. Low grunts emerged from his lips 
and as he pushed his tongue up against my pussy-lips I began to feel a 
ripple of sensations run up and down my spine like I never felt before. I 
knew what he was doing, all right, and it scared the hell out of me. But I 
couldn't stop him and my body was beginning to warm up in the way that a 
full-grown woman's body does. I was at that threshold of age between being a 
little girl and being a woman. My stepfather knew that I would obey him like 
a little girl but he also knew that my body would begin to obey him the way 
a woman's body obeys the demands of sexual pleasures. My stepfather knew all 
this and took good advantage of it, too. 

He jammed his mouth up against my love hole with increased ardor, tonguing 
and kissing my pussy and bringing wave after wave of hidden pleasures to my 
body. I stood stock-still, trying to ignore what was happening, trying not 
to respond, not to breathe. But my body was giving me away and in a few 
minutes my stepfather's love-making was rewarded with a gush of lubricating 
juices from my cunt hole. I begged him to stop. I wished my mother was back. 
I hated her for not being there. I began to cry like a baby. 

My stepfather reacted quickly. He yanked me down hard off the bed and told 
me to stop crying or he would really give me something to cry about. But I 
couldn't stop. I just kept on bawling like a child, which I was. I guess 
that really bothered the cruel motherfucker because he started slapping me 
across the face. He hit me five or six times, bouncing my head back and 
forth like the pendulum of a speeded-up clock. 

I would have cried even harder if he hadn't grabbed me by the hair and 
jammed my head down to his huge penis. He forced me to my knees and pried my 
lips open. After that face-slapping, I didn't resist much anyway. He stuck 
his hard cock right into my mouth and there I was, helpless teenager, 
kneeling in front of her own stepfather in a dark room in the back of an 
empty, isolated house, sucking the man's cock like a little baby sucking on 
a pacifier. My stepfather had hours to play with me until my mother came 
home. And I realized that he was going to use every hour to the fullest. 

My ruthless stepfather worked my head back and forth over his sex organ, 
pumping my mouth faster and faster and trying to work the big tool right 
down my throat. I almost choked to death. It was so disgusting that I wish I 
had choked. My knees were aching from kneeling on the splintered, hard 
wooden floor. My naked body rocked back and forth in obedient response to 
the way my stepfather pulled my head. His big hands gripped my head like a 
vise. He would pull my wide-stretched mouth back just to the head of his 
cock, leaving only the very tip of the massive organ between my clinging 
lips. Then he would pull my face toward his belly and at the same time, 
thrust his hips forward with a low, animal moan that filled the silence in 
the room. He would work his cock back and forth in my mouth like that again 
and again, each time sticking the saliva-covered penis deeper into my 
trapped mouth. He repeated the mouth fucking two more times before the 
morning, but this first time was by far the worst for me. 

My cheeks puffed out as he shoved the cock into my throat and I was forced 
to suck the organ as he pulled my mouth back down the length of the 
stiffening, pulsating shaft. It seemed like hours went by as I continued 
servicing my stepfather in this way. Finally, I felt his giant organ throb 
even larger and my stepfather gave a long, low moan as he jammed his sex 
organ even deeper into my mouth. He shook all over and his knees bent a 
little as his orgasm gripped him the way he was gripping my head. 

A great gob of sticky come-juice spurted into my mouth and coated my throat 
and tongue. I closed my eyes and tried to will myself to die. The 
horrible-tasting fluid continued to jet out of the penis that was jerking 
wildly between my lips, until my entire mouth cavity was filled to 
overflowing with the sperm of the man who was using me as a recepticle for 
come. 

I tried not to swallow the large gobs of sperm in my mouth because I hoped 
that I could spit it out on the floor as soon as my stepfather pulled his 
prick out of my mouth. 

My stepfather had other ideas, though. He quickly pulled his semi-erect cock 
out of my mouth and yanked me to my feet. I didn't have enough time to spit 
out the come that was still in my mouth. My stepfather looked at me coldly. 
"Swallow it, Mary. From now on you must chew and swallow whatever I tell you 
to, do you understand. Whatever I put in your mouth, you must take. You must 
always obey your father, Mary. Now, you must swallow the good food that I 
have put in your mouth. It's good for you, Mary, because it came from your 
daddy." 

I felt like a helpless little infant when he said it to me. I knew he would 
hurt me badly if I did not obey him. I began to believe that I had to do 
what he told me because he was my stepfather and I guess I was able to live 
through that ordeal because I forced myself to think I was a little child 
obeying my father. I tried not to think about the horrible truth: my 
well-developed womanly body was, in fact, giving the sexual pleasure to a 
grown man as only a fully developed woman's body could. I was torn in two. 
The only way I could survive the perverse attacks that my stepfather was 
making on my naked body was to withdraw into my imagination. I began to 
imagine I was a child. Meanwhile, my stepfather was as excited as ever and 
ready to fuck me in every possible way until morning. 

Since my stepfather's cock was not yet ready for another assault on my love 
holes, he decided to make me lick out his asshole in the meantime. In a few 
seconds he had pulled his pants off and told me what he wanted me to do. I 
begged him not to force me to stick my tongue up into his ass. I just 
couldn't do it. I was whining like a little child, and even grabbed hold of 
his leg with both arms. I was clinging to him, collapsed like a rag doll on 
the floor completely at his mercy. I begged again and again. This only made 
my stepfather angry. He kicked me hard away from him. I was sprawled on my 
back on the floor, weeping uncontrollably. My stepfather kicked me in the 
side with his heavy boot like I was an old tin can on the street. I heard 
him start to laugh sadistically as he kicked me again and again in every 
exposed area. I thought he would kill me, but he kicked me only hard enough 
to give me tremendous pain. He was careful not to break any bones. I writhed 
in complete misery beneath his boot. After a while, he stopped kicking me. 
But he wasn't finished. He wanted to show me that I had to obey his commands 
as a slave obeys her master. He rolled me over on my back with his foot and 
placed the heel of his monstrous boot on my right tit. Shifting his weight, 
he brought the toe of the boot right down across the exposed nipple of my 
other boob. I groaned and cried out from the aagonizing pain. He shifted 
more weight to his foot, crushing my well-developed knockers down to my 
chest. There was absolutely nothing I could do. With sadistic pleasure, my 
stepfather was teaching me to obey, to be his slave for anything he wished. 
He was breaking me like a wild animal is broken and tamed. His eyes seemed 
to glow in the dark as the sadistic man crushed my tits flat down on my 
small chest. He was caving in my chest with his heavy boot. I couldn't 
breathe. My body writhed and squirmed under the horrible pressure of my 
stepfather's endless punishment. My nipples were being painfully squashed 
for what seemed like hours. It was an unbelievable torture. My chest was 
being used like an old door mat. My stepfather was going berserk with power. 
He leaned almost the entire weight of his massive six-foot body on the leg 
that was pinning me mercillessly to the cold wood floor. I had no breath 
left even to scream. I lay panting while my stepfather worked his foot down 
on my boobs. He ground my right knocker with his heel as if he were putting 
out a fucking cigarette. I couldn't stand much more pain, but my stepfather 
was starting to get a second hard-on as he punished my throbbing tits. He 
kept it up and was even getting ready to fuck me while he flattened my 
womanly pleasure mounds with his grimy boot. 

In a way I was lucky because he forgot all about making me lick out his 
asshole. With a roaring hard-on, he decided to jerk off using my body as a 
receptacle for his load of hot come again. He yanked me to my feet and threw 
me on the bed. I had no resistance left in me after the ordeal I had just 
been through. I couldn't even cry anymore. My stepfather ordered me to get 
on all fours. I obeyed instantly. My tender ass jutted high in the air m 
front of him. Suddenly, my stepfather shoved his finger up my tiny 
shit-hole, making me jerk forward in surprise and pain. "Stop moving, 
bitch." He commanded, and slapped my rear three or four times with the flat 
of his hand. 

.He worked his finger into my ass for a few minutes and then stuck another 
finger in beside the first. He stretched my tiny asshole wide with his 
finger, forcing me to hold my body in a kneeling position to make it easy 
for him to fuck me in the ass. My ass must have really been the greatest 
little hole my stepfather ever shoved his cock into. Since I was only a 
young girl, it was small and very tight. My head was starting to ache and I 
felt like some discarded dish rag that had been used to wipe up the floor. 
My stomach was turning. I musta been a pretty healthy kid then because I 
somehow didn't throw up. I think I had a stomach of iron when I was young. I 
remember that I could eat almost anything and not get sick. But I almost 
threw up that night, what with all the come my stepfather jerked off in my 
mouth. He must have shoved that prick into my mouth two or three times, not 
to mention all the fucking he did in my back hole. He was really fucking me 
over good, the bastard. 

All I could think about was when would my mother get home. I wished she 
would take a chair and bash in my stepfather's skull. The bastard was so 
perverted and drunk that he didn't even know which hole his prick was in 
half the time. He was shoving his cock into my ass one minute and the next 
minute he was grabbing my head by my long hair and jamming it down on him 
for more sucking. There wasn't a fucking thing I could do. I couldn't even 
cry after a while. I just lay there and let him run his grimy, ugly hands 
all over my well-developed body. I guess he was thinking I was 20 years old 
or something; I was certainly well built for my age, and the motherfucker 
took advantage of it, all right. 

He didn't give a shit that I was only thirteen years old. In fact, I just 
turned thirteen that month. I thought I was really growing up, you know. 
Like, I would put on make-up and shave my legs, even though there wasn't 
really anything much to shave. I would look at all my mother's old pictures 
and try to fix my hair the way she used to when she was younger. 

But I was still only thirteen, and my stepfather just didn't give a shit 
that I might be screwed up for the rest of my life after what he did to me. 
I mean, it's a horrible thing to get raped even when you're older and have a 
lot of sex experience. But I guess I won't ever be able to forget any single 
detail that happened that night. It was burned into my mind forever. I still 
wished my mother had killed the bastard when she came home. 

I only wish the damned prick had passed out from all the fucking he was 
giving me and I would have smashed his skull myself. 

I don't know how long my stepfather rammed his cock into my ass. I had to 
keep my bottom high in the air and kneel in front of him like a dog. Every 
time I started to collapse on the bed from the strain, my stepfather reached 
down to my big boobs which were hanging like melons jiggling under my chest. 
He would grab one of my nipples and twist it almost all the way around. I 
screamed when he did that. But I knew what he wanted. After he did that to 
me a few times, I kept my ass back up against his cock for as long as he 
wanted to fuck me and that was a long time. He nearly twisted my nipple 
right off my fucking breast whenever he didn't like the way I was letting 
him fuck me. 

I could hear him grunting like a pig and cursing me using every obscene word 
that was ever invented. He would scream out that I fucked twice as good as 
my mother and that he was an idiot for wasting his hot come on the old 
biddy. His words burned my brain like a branding iron. He called me every 
obscene name he could think of at the same time that he was stuffing every 
inch of his meat into my tender, aching butt-hole. It was bad enough that he 
was getting his jollies and cursing me out at the same time. But I just 
couldn't stand the things he was saying about my mother. He started yelling 
at me that my mother was only a two-bit whore who wasn't worth the come that 
all those men who fucked her shot. He yelled that she was probably being 
fucked at the motel right now, and how he would love to see her face if she 
knew what he was doing to her pretty little girl right now. 

He shouted at me to kneel up higher. I had no choice. The bastard liked to 
shove his shit-covered cock into my ass at an angle. That made it doubly 
painful for me. Every time he made me move my ass up higher for him, it was 
only to give him more of an angle and give me more pain. I could feel his 
cock scraping the walls of my sore ass. He even tried to stick his finger 
into my ass next to his cock. I almost passed out from the incredible pain. 
Luckily, he got to the point of orgasm before he forced my anus to spread 
wide enough to take his finger in as well. But the motherfucker didn't even 
come in my ass. 

I guess he didn't want to lubricate my bung-hole too much. He liked to shove 
his prick into a nice tight and dry ass hole, which mine certainly was. 

Anyway, just as my stepfather got close to coming, he pulled his prick out 
of my ass and forced me to suck it while he got to the point of orgasm. 
There was a thick layer of my own shit on his cock. The stench made me 
nauseous. I tried not to think of what was in my mouth. He continued to fuck 
me in the mouth just like he was still in my asshole. The guy was out of his 
mind. I was miserable while he probably didn't even give a shit if he came 
or not. He was like a machine that had gone out of control. It was like he 
was stuck and kept ramming his cock into different areas of my body like a 
piston that just keeps going and going. There didn't seem to be any limit to 
my stepfather's drunken fucking ability. 

The coating of shit came off on my lips and tongue and coated my teeth. The 
shit mixed with my saliva. I couldn't swallow it. It just stuck to parts of 
my mouth waiting to get mixed with the gobs of come-juice that were going to 
flow into my mouth any minute. 

Finally I felt my stepfather shudder and thrust deep into my throat. I felt 
almost grateful that he was going to empty himself into my mouth at last. I 
thought he would leave me alone after that. Even at thirteen years old, I 
knew that a man can't go on like my stepfather did for very long without 
falling apart or having a heart attack or something. But I had never dreamed 
that this one man would have enough lust and liquor in him to keep on 
fucking me all night like that. 

I pumped my mouth back and forth over his shit-covered prick for a long time 
until he started shooting another load of hot come down my throat. This time 
I swallowed it as soon as it filled my mouth. I tried to rinse my mouth with 
it to get the shit swallowed too. I couldn't stand the taste of my own 
excrement in my mouth. But the taste of my stepfather's gism stayed in my 
mouth also, and I couldn't do anything but swallow as much of his sperm as I 
could. There was quite a lot of it too. 

My body broke into a cold sweat after that. I was catching fucking pneumonia 
from having to service my stepfather naked in the cold, damp back room all 
night My stepfather still had his flannel shirt on. He didn't even finish 
taking off his pants, in fact. He just let them drop low enough so his prick 
would wave out there in the cold air like a flagpole. I was sick for several 
weeks after that, in fact. I could have died from exposure and triple 
pneumonia, for all my stepfather cared. 

But the bastard just didn't care what happened to me, just like he didn't 
care what happened to my mother when he split. He just liked to get his cock 
sucked off by my mother and a thirteen year old girl who was too young to 
fight back. Oh, he really used that "obey your father" bullshit to the hilt. 
After a few minutes, though, it was pretty clear that I was being just plain 
raped. No two ways about it. I was being brutally forced to submit to the 
most degrading rape of my virgin body by my own stepfather. It was horrible. 

After my stepfather shot his whole load of come into my mouth after he had 
just gotten his kicks by fucking me in the ass, he seemed to settle down a 
little. I lay there on the bed, aching all over and moaning pitifully. I saw 
my stepfather's wet cock deflated and shrunken. His balls hung down in 
shriveled sacs that looked disgusting. They were the same heavy balls that 
had sent all that come shooting out of his prick into my mouth. I hated 
them. I hated to even think of them. But I couldn't look away. I just stared 
at my stepfather's crotch remembering that my face had been trapped in his 
cock-area for I don't know how long. The memory of his heavy, come-filled 
balls slapping against my chin as he pulled my head repeatedly down on his 
long, thick cock shaft seared my brain. I couldn't turn away. I was trying 
to avoid thinking what my stepfather would force me to do next. Would he 
make me eat out his asshole? Luckily, he had changed his mind before, or 
forgotten all about it. I hoped he would fall asleep from all the fucking he 
had given me. I looked at him again. His face relaxed a little, or so I 
thought. He looked down at me like I was a prize cow. He even reached out 
and began stroking my hair the way he did in the beginning. 

I shrunk back away from his hand. My stepfather shook his head sadly, like 
he was starting to feel some pity for me at last. He just spoke to me about 
how pretty I was, and how young. He almost tried to calm me down a little by 
telling me what a good girl I was, and that he didn't mean to hurt me 
because I was his little girl. If I wasn't so totally traumatized by the 
ordeal he had just put me through, I would have laughed in his face. 

The man was insane. This sounds unbelievable, I know, but I swear on my 
mother's memory that it's the whole fucking truth. I swear to god that even 
when my stepfather was stroking my hair and saying all those nice things to 
calm me down, his other hand was at his cock, stroking and rubbing the limp 
organ and getting himself all excited again. His eyes weren't even looking 
at me. He was staring off into space and talking about how lovely somebody 
was. After a while he wasn't even talking about me anymore or even about my 
mother. The pervert was imagining some other women. Maybe he was thinking 
about some other young girls he had raped and sodomized. The guy was 
incredible. 

I suddenly realized that he was getting himself all hot and bothered again, 
and that I would have to provide a mouth, or an ass or even my virgin cunt 
for his cock to spew its hot load of endless come into. I was rigid with 
fear again. His hand was still gripping my head, much harder now. 

I remember being fucked in the ass again. My stepfather even tied me 
spread-eagled to the bed to keep me from running away when he got hungry and 
went into the kitchen for something to eat. 

When he came back, he liked the way I looked, all helpless and tied down 
like that. The motherfucker had just finished jerking off in my ass, so his 
big cock was limp again. But that didn't keep the old bastard from 
humiliating me even more horribly than he had already. He stood up on the 
bed at my feet, towering over me like a master looking down at a slave who 
had done something wrong andnow was about to be punished. Before I even 
realized what he was going to do, he reached down and took hold of his cock 
and aimed it right at my face. A stream of hot piss jetted out at me. I 
tried to turn away. The bastard stopped pissing in my face for a minute so 
that he could reach down with his other hand and smack me hard across the 
face. "Open your mouth wide, slut," he screamed at me viciously, "and drink 
my piss or I'll break your fucking jaw." When he had emptied his bladder all 
over my face and in my mouth, he got himself a beer and sat down to drink it 
while I lay helplessly tied in a piss-soaked bed, waiting for him to decide 
what other pleasures he would take from my body before my night-long rape 
was finally finished.... 

I didn't have to wait verylong for what he did to me next. 

My mother was still not home and he was still horny and drunk after he was 
through pissing in my face. 

He made me get down on all fours and he walked around me. He was inspecting 
me like a cattle farmer would inspect a prime head of beef. 

I was afraid of him and I knew that he could do certain things that could 
really hurt me for a long time. Brutal things, I mean. He could maybe hit me 
so hard that I'd never be able to think straight again like the way it 
happens to boxers that get punch drunk. 

He walked around and looked up my ass and spread my ass cheeks really wide 
and made sure that I was clean and everything and then he started doing even 
worse things to me. He started to lick and suck my asshole. To tell you the 
truth I was really scared. Almost too scared to say anything. 

So I just kneeled there on all fours and hoped that he wouldn't do anything 
really crazy. 

He started out really slow and easy and then he got harder and harder on me 
until I thought that I was going to shit in his face. But that never 
happened. But I did feel like my bowels were going to move or something. His 
gongue started probing really deep into my asshole and after a while I was 
bucking and grinding my ass against his face. 

It started to feel really good and the sensations that ran through me were 
great. But the fact that he was giving them to me were making me want to, 
puke at the same time. My head was swimming with this terrific feeling and 
after a few minutes he started to move to the front of me. 

His mouth started digging into my cunt and he bit at the cunt lips and the 
clit that was already hard and stiff from before. But this time he was more 
gentle. He was licking me like he liked the taste and the feel of my cunt in 
his mouth and the manner in which he did that was certainly exciting. But 
the fact still remained that it was this almost monster that was doing that 
to me. I could not reconcile the two things in my own mind. 

How could a man that was treating me so brutally just a little while ago be 
treating me so nice now. It felt so good that I spread my legs wide for his 
mouth. "You like that, huh?" 

I moaned back at him. Letting him know through the noises that I was making 
with my mouth that I was liking it. 

"You little slut," he then said viciously and took a mean bite out of my 
cunt. 

The two sensations of pleasure and then pain was getting more and more 
confused in my body and mind. They were like two sides of the same coin. One 
brought the other along just by the fact that it was there. 

What I mean is that when it felt good he made me hurt a little. And then, 
when it felt bad, he's slow down on biting and then just it got to the point 
where I was liking the both of the feelings at the same time and I didn't 
care which ones he was doing to me. 

My head was swimming by this time. 

While he was sucking on my cunt like that he was also grabbing at my tits 
with his cruel hands. He was squeezing and pulling at the nipples with his 
fingers and then tearing them almost off my body. 

But that too, in its odd way, felt wonderful. 

It was a feeling that I could not understand and I begged him for more and 
more by the time that I was coming. 

And believe me, doctor. I did come many times. 

I shuddered from head to toe with the feelings that threatened to rip me in 
two. The fluids that escaped from me coursed down my legs and thighs and he 
licked them up as they spurted out of me. 

 CONCLUSION 

This young girl has been through a terrible ordeal at the hands of the man 
that married her mother. It was a shocking experience and something which I 
fear could ruin the rest of her life. 

I advised her to tell her mother the incident and hoped that this awful man 
would leave their house for good. I also called the local police and 
recounted the awful tale. They informed me that measures would be taken to 
have this man locked up for his violent and cruel mistreatment of children. 

GENERAL CONCLUSION 

As we have seen in these cases the sexual response of some people can be a 
frightening and a bewildering thing. It can lead to crimes of violence and 
agression that can leave young females in a state of complete shock and 
fear. 

When an older man, who should be in control of his sexual drives, sexually 
abuses a young female terrible consequences can ensue. The young girl can be 
left with a terribly distorted notion of what sex and sexuality is truly all 
about. 

They will have a great deal of trouble adjusting themselves to normal 
relationships in the future. After such terrible experiences they become to 
a certain extent, disillusioned about life in general and sex in particular. 
This can lead to still other complications the results of which will not be 
seen in years. 

In order for the experience to be totally worked out of their systems 
counseling and medical advice will sometimes be necessary. 

I have no doubt that most of these young girls will eventually go on to 
productive, happy lives. For the unfortunate others they will forever live 
with the terrible encounters which will shape their attitudes and feelings 
for as long as they live. 


THE END
