Rape Shock-Victim's Time Of Terror
by Unknown 


GENERAL INTRODUCTION 

In the general course of my work, I encounter many different types of sexual 
aberrations. 

One of the more common forms of sexual perversion is rape, which is far more 
frequent than people realize. More rapes are committed than are reported to 
the police. 

When one thinks of rape, one thinks of it with horror, but what I want to 
point out in this case book, is that there is a considerable amount of 
ambivalence about it, among both rapists, and their victims. 

That ambivalence, which I do not believe has been studied in sufficient 
depth, is the subject of this series of case studies. 

Missie D., fourteen, was dragged into an alley and deflowered. She said it 
enhanced her social life. 

Veronica L., fifteen, was raped by an intruder in her house. She begged for 
more. 

Deanna D., sixteen, went camping with her Girl Scout troop, and found sex 
lurking in an abandoned farmhouse where she was fucked in both her holes. 

Lorene S., thirteen, was raped in the furnace room of her school by one of 
her classmates. Seeking poetic vengeance, she, in turn, raped him. 

Adele M., fourteen, went skinny-dipping at night in her small community, and 
was deflowered by a stranger lurking in the dunes. 

Karen B., fifteen, went to a drive-in on her first date. She learned about 
sex in the back seat of a car, the hard way! 

Nan W., fourteen, was raped by her parents' gardener in the potting shed, 
and by her father's chauffeur a few weeks later in the garage. She keeps 
seeking the excitement of rape in her social behavior. 

Winnie T., fifteen, was raped in her father's barn by one of her father's 
farm laborers. She enjoyed it so much that she can't get enough of men. 

I would like to point out to the reader, that these cases are by no means 
unusual. I will make further remarks in the conclusion of each case. 

CASE HISTORY ONE 

Subject: Missie D. Age: Fourteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Missie D. was a tawny-skinned young black girl who was sent to me by her 
social worker. 

The social worker insisted that some of her conversation indicated aberrant 
sexual attitudes. 

She was a gorgeous young teenager, and typical of youngsters who grow up in 
the ghetto, she was singularly well-developed for her age. 

She was a bubbly, intelligent little girl, who told me her story in a 
forthright manner, and without any embarrassment or hesitation. 

I have transcribed it verbatim. 

Well, I know why I'm here. 

My social worker thinks I'm queer, but she doesn't know anything, anyway. 
You see, she's sort of middle-class, and she acts like she never left home 
at all, and we're always scaring her, or upsetting her or something like 
that. 

Don't get me wrong. I didn't mean to upset her deliberately. It's just that 
she had been talking to about six of us kids, all girls, about sex. 

Of course most of us were tittering. She doesn't talk sex with all of us 
together. She separates the girls from the boys. 

Anyway she was talking about the facts of life, and all of us were giggling, 
because we all know more than she does. 

I think she's still a virgin, if you want to know. But none of the girls in 
my class are virgins, and I was the last one to get my cherry popped. 

That happened about six months ago. It was the best thing that ever happened 
to me, let me tell you. 

So she was talking about the evils of sex, and rape and stuff like that, and 
I told her that girls who were stupid enough to hang onto their virginity 
deserved to get raped. 

After she finished talking with us, she called me up and wanted to know what 
I meant. She acted shocked. 

"It's not like you to be flippant, Missie." 

"I wasn't flippant, Miss Smith. I meant what I said." 

"How could you, Missie?" 

Well, I didn't tell her how I could, but I had got raped. 

I just didn't want her to know it, because I figured I had upset her enough, 
and even if she does act dippy sometimes, she is a nice lady. 

Did I report it? No, why should I report it? It just happened that's all. As 
I said, I was the last hold-out in my class. My friends didn't tease me too 
much about it, but they kept trying to fix me up with guys. Only I didn't 
like the guys, so I just wouldn't go out with them. 

I didn't have any dates at all. The only way you get dates is to put out and 
I just hadn't. 

I don't have any special feelings about myself. I'm black. I live in a 
ghetto. I probably won't get past high school. There was no reason for me to 
be special like that. 

I just didn't like the guys. 

They're dumb! 

It all happened the afternoon I was getting out of school, and Vinnie came 
up to me and asked me to go out with him on Friday night. 

I was a little bit shocked. I mean, Vinnie is the school stud, and the 
baddest boy in school, and the nicest. 

Now Vinnie is my kind of guy. He's tough without being mean, and he's smart. 
And not only that, can he dance! 

But how could I go out with him? I mean, I was a virgin and all, and I 
really wasn't in the mood for getting my cherry popped. 

To tell the truth, one of the reasons I didn't get my cherry popped was that 
I was scared shitless. I mean, I listened to all my girlfriends talking 
about their various horror stories about how it hurt, and how they bled and 
all that. 

Anyway, I said no to Vinnie. And if Vinnie shocked me asking me out, I guess 
from the look on his face that I shocked him for saying no! 

"Why?" 

"I just don't want to, that's all. Thanks anyway, Vinnie." 

I mean, a girl just doesn't go around telling guys she can't go out with 
them, because they expect her to put out, and she's a virgin-plus she's 
chicken. Although if you want to know the truth, I sort of liked and 
respected Vinnie, so I was tempted to say just that. 

"What's wrong with me?" he asked. 

"Oh, nothing! I think you're super." 

"Then go out with me Friday. I'll pick you up at six." 

"No, thank you, Vinnie. I can't." 

"Why?" 

"Well, just because I can't." 

I started to walk away from him, but he caught up to me just as I was going 
out into the street. 

"You never go out with any of the guys. What's the matter? Are you too good 
for us, or something?" 

"No, Vinnie, I'm no better and no worse than the rest of you." 

I was getting a little bit angry, and kind of nervous, because Vinnie was 
being so angry about it all. So I pulled away from him and then stared up at 
him, as I was going down the stairs. 

"I mean, it isn't that you can't have any girl that you want!" I exclaimed. 
"What's so great about me that you have to fight about it? I don't want to 
fight with you!" 

Vinnie just stood there, staring at me, and I started to walk home as fast 
as I could. I was kind of upset, because I would have liked to go out with 
him. 

I live in a half abandoned neighborhood. It's very run-down, and there are a 
lot of dark alleys. I always walk on the street if it's after dark, on on 
the edge of the sidewalk if it's still daylight. 

But I was so upset about my talk with Vinnie that I wasn't paying attention, 
and that's when it happened. 

If I had been minding my own business, I probably could have avoided it, but 
I was off in dreamland, and only rich kids can afford to daydream when 
they're walking in their nice neighborhoods in the streets. 

I felt this hand grab me, and pull me into one of the alleys close to my 
house. Then I felt another hand over my mouth. I struggled, and tried to 
bite the hand, but it was too tight over my mouth. 

Whoever grabbed me pulled me deep, deep into the alley, where it was 
darkest, and then I felt the guy's hand fumbling with the belt to my jeans. 

Well, I knew what he wanted, and I just had all these crazy conflicting 
thoughts. First of all I was scared, and then I was mad, and then I got 
madder and wished that this guy had got to me the day before so I could have 
said yes to Vinnie. 

Because I knew this guy meant to rape me. He pulled my jeans down while I 
was kicking him, and no amount of scratching and pulling with my arms got my 
mouth free of his other hand. 

He was one strong dude. 

Then he ripped off my panties, and all I wanted was for him to get it over 
with. 

I guess I whimpered a little, as he dragged me up against a wall, and then 
pushed me down onto my back. I stared up at him, but I was really too scared 
to look at his face. 

I heard him grunting as he pulled down his pants, and I caught the faint 
light gleaming on his muscular haunches. And his cock! 

It looked like it was about five feet long. Oh, I know I'm exaggerating, but 
I was a virgin, and that huge prick scared the shit out of me. 

I felt his free hand press into my muff. I don't have much hair yet, and the 
feeling of his hand was incredible. 

Even though I was scared and mad, I felt all these marvelous sort of shivery 
sensations go through me. 

Then I felt him sticking one of his strong, long fingers into my 
never-opened twat. 

I got really scared then, and I grunted behind his hand, and started to 
struggle again. 

He shoved his finger in hard, and I screamed. He shoved it in so hard that 
he popped my cherry with his finger. I felt a sharp sting, and then the gush 
of blood. 

He pulled his finger out of my aching cunt, and held it up. It was dark with 
my blood. 

"So, that's why you wouldn't go out with me!" 

I stopped struggling and looked up at his face. 

It was Vinnie! 

INTERVIEW TWO 

I had to stop Missie at the point in her story where she recognized her 
rapist, because her time was up, and I had another young girl waiting. I 
made another appointment for her and she showed up promptly. 

I was telling you about how I got raped. 

Anyway, I got madder than ever when I saw Vinnie's face. I mean, if he were 
going to rape me, I figured that the least he could do for me was shove his 
cock in me so I knew what it felt like. 

He was grinning down at me. His teeth showed white in his dark face. Then he 
slowly pulled his hand off my mouth, ready to slam it back on my face if I 
screamed. 

"You suck!" I yelled at him. 

He slammed his hand back on my mouth and laughed. 

Then he lay down on top of me, and he spread my legs wide with his legs. I 
felt him press his big cock head at the entrance to my pussy, and he pushed 
it in. 

I groaned when I felt him push it in at first, because it stretched my pussy 
walls wide, and I could feel them throbbing. 

The throbbing in my pussy as he started to push his cock into me became 
harder and harder, and then it began to feel like a tom-tom going off in my 
brain. 

He grunted, and his breathing got awful heavy. I felt his heavy, hairy balls 
pressing against my ass cheeks. 

My juices started to flow then, because it started to feel good. Then Vinnie 
started to move in me, and I could feel my pussy walls stretching to 
accommodate his huge cock. 

My pussy cream began to coat my tunnel, and then it greased Vinnie's cock, 
so it was easier for him to push it in and pull it out. 

After awhile, when he started to pump in and out of me harder, and I had 
relaxed, and was beginning to enjoy it, he pulled his hand off my mouth 
again. 

I put my arms around his neck, and raised my knees, to make it easier. I 
could feel the heat building in my cunt, as his huge cock plowed in and out 
of me. 

My own breathing was getting heavier and harsher, as all sorts of wild 
feelings bloated my body. 

Vinnie's cock seemed to pierce me right up to my throat it was so big. And 
it began to feel so good that I started to squirm and whimper. 

"Shut up, will ya? Ya want the neighbors to hear us?" he growled at me. Then 
he kissed me. 

If it felt good before, it felt marvelous now. He has a nice mouth, and I 
could feel his tongue flick between my teeth. You can't make too much noise 
when you have two tongues in your mouth, and anyway it felt so good, I 
didn't want any one to discover us and stop us. 

I could feel my body starting to tremble as the pleasure grew. It was like a 
giant that had been asleep in my body, and now it stretched and filled me 
with a life I didn't even know I had. 

I ran my hands over Vinnie's back. He was sweating and his shirt was all 
wet. His body felt so good on top of mine. It was hard and strong and hot 
and my body started to hump upward. 

I felt like I wanted to get his balls into my cunt, it felt so good. Then I 
got all weak and shivery. 

Vinnie started to moan against my mouth, and I felt his cock get even bigger 
in my cunt. 

He kept pumping in and out of me. By now my pussy cream was flowing so 
heavily that it was dripping out of my cunt, and it coated my ass. 

When Vinnie's balls slapped against my ass, as he lunged into me, they got 
wetter and wetter, until they made wet slapping noises against my ass flesh. 

The throbbing in his cock got stronger and stronger, and I got hotter and 
hotter. I was really writhing and tossing under his body now. 

I've masturbated a lot and wondered what it was like to have a boy's cock in 
me, but I never had feelings like I had in that alley. They were fantastic. 

I could feel my pussy walls pulsing, as Vinnie's powerful cock pushed in and 
out of me, stretching me wider and wider. 

And then I felt my orgasm starting to build in my belly. 

I clutched onto Vinnie's neck for dear life. I could hear all sorts of 
queer, high-pitched noises coming from my throat, and it felt as the orgasm 
built, like they weren't even my noises. 

Vinnie's tongue went wild in my mouth. I could feel him flicking his tongue 
around and around, pushing it deep into my throat. 

All of me started to convulse wildly as the orgasm roared through me. My 
mouth sucked on his tongue, drawing it further and further into my throat. 

My hips humped up and down, and then twisted against the hairy base of his 
cock, as he lunged deeply into me. 

I even felt all the muscles of my body getting tingly and hot with the wild 
pleasure which bloated my body. 

And then, as my own orgasm was building, I felt something else fantastic. I 
felt Vinnie spewing his gism into my convulsing cunt. 

My orgasm pitched higher and higher and higher, as I felt his thick, 
steaming gism pour into me. It filled my pussy up, and mixed with my come 
cream, and then oozed out of my well-stuffed hole. 

My ass was humping up and down in a slimy puddle. 

My orgasm peaked, and I got stiff all over. The only thing I could feel was 
the hot pleasure of Vinnie's spewing cock pumping in and out of me, and the 
only sound I could hear were the wet sucking noises of his huge prick 
pumping in and out of my tight twat. 

And then my body collapsed, and I writhed crazily under Vinnie. He had to 
hold me down I was writhing so much. 

It was all pleasure, but it felt almost like agony, it was so intense, and 
there was no such thing at that time as restraint, or will power, or reason. 

There was just me and my spastic snatch, stuffed with Vinnie's big peter. 
Vinnie groaned into my mouth, and he humped harder, spewing the last of his 
wad into my teeming twat. 

I felt my orgasm start to fade away as Vinnie collapsed on top of my body. 
His cock was still stuffed in my cunt, throbbing away, and it still felt 
good. 

All the pain when he stuck his finger in my twat, and popped my cherry was 
gone. 

I decided that I was angry with my girlfriends for all their horror stories 
about what it was like to get your cherry popped. 

I loved it when Vinnie stuck his cock in me. 

He broke the kiss, and then grinned down at me. 

"Now will you go out with me Friday night?" 

I giggled, and hugged him. "Sure." 

"Hey!" he exclaimed. "Why did you tell me I sucked?" 

"I thought you weren't going to stick your cock in me," I said. "If I'm 
gonna have my cherry popped, the least I can do is get to feel a cock, too!" 

Well, Vinnie pulled his cock out of me, and helped me to my feet, and then 
helped me to get into my jeans. 

I was all bloody and sticky around my thighs and my pussy where the blood 
and come had oozed out, but I felt almost drunk, I felt so good. 

I went out with Vinnie Friday night, and we had a very good time. Of course 
my being seen with him made me a good catch in the eyes of the other boys in 
school, and the girls were all jealous. 

So now I have plenty of dates, and I feel better, and I think sex is 
marvelous. 

And Vinnie is my favorite date, even though I do go out with other guys. I 
guess he feels the same way, because even though he goes out with other 
girls, he takes me out the most. 

He said on our first date that there's no place for innocence in a ghetto, 
and girls shouldn't be protected from life's hardness, because that's all 
they're going to know. 

I think he's right, and that's why I said what I did to Miss Smith. 

I mean, Vinnie may be right about life being hard in a ghetto, but look at 
all the pleasure I was missing by not having sex? 

I wouldn't give it up for anything in the world! 

CONCLUSION 

Missie is a case in point of what I have been talking about in terms of 
ambivalence. 

In her violent environment, it was expected. She herself admitted that fully 
half the young girls in her class were deflowered by rape, and almost all of 
them have experienced it at least once. 

When Missie was raped, she thought it would be a way into the society she 
needed and wanted, and therefore, the fact of its violence, indeed, the fact 
that she accepted it from a boy she knew and then went out with him, was not 
the black and horrible crime society usually regards it. 

The fact that she got pleasure from it, and continued to have pleasurable 
sexual experiences only enhanced its value in her eyes. 

She didn't need much therapy. I did give her a few sessions to enhance her 
self image a little. 

After all, Missie is a redoubtable little girl, who shouldn't feel that her 
life is limited to the harsh realities of the ghetto. 

She is bright enough and ambitious enough to break out of the mold, and I 
merely wanted to point out some alternatives to her. 

I am happy to say that she gave my advice some thought, and plans to act on 
it. 

CASE HISTORY TWO 

Subject: Veronica L. Age: Fifteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Veronica L. was sent to me by her distraught parents, after she had been 
raped in her home by a masked intruder. 

Her mother had described her as having become withdrawn, and extremely 
silent on the matter, even with the police, so that they were afraid that 
she had been severely traumatized. 

It took considerable prodding for me to get the story out of her. At first, 
she was extremely reluctant to talk to me at all, but eventually, she did 
open up. 

Well, I suppose it's no use beating around the bush. I'm not going to get 
out of this appointment. My parents are frantic. I think they're more 
traumatized than I am. 

But I feel so guilty. 

I mean, I was raped! 

Excuse me, I didn't mean to crack up like that, but it really is funny. 

Even if it did start out as rape, how can I call it rape, when I enjoyed it? 

I even asked him to do it again! 

That's what was so awful about answering the questions everybody asked, the 
police, my parents and you. I don't want to be a hypocrite about it, so I 
don't say anything. 

The trouble is, now everyone thinks that I'm severely traumatized, because I 
just wanted to leave well enough alone. 

It all happened the night Mom and Dad went to play bridge with the Simpsons. 
They do that at least twice a month, and now that I'm fifteen, they feel 
it's all right to leave me alone in the house. 

Dad usually checks to make sure the ground floor windows are locked and 
stuff like that, and I feel pretty safe. It's a nice neighborhood. 

When I came home from school that Thursday, Mom was getting ready to go out. 

"Ronnie?" 

"Yeah, Mom?" 

"Do you mind eating a TV dinner tonight? 

Dad and I are going to the Simpsons to play bridge." 

"No, I don't mind." 

I didn't either! I really enjoyed having the house to myself. I could eat 
junk food without Mom telling me about my complexion, and I could sprawl all 
over the couch without Dad telling me to be a lady. 

Don't get me wrong, I like my parents. My mother always calls me Ronnie, 
although Dad calls me Veronica, and hates it when he hears my nickname. 

Anyway, Dad was late getting home from work, and he had to rush; at the 
door, Mom said to him, "John, did you check the windows and the door in the 
back?" 

"Don't worry about it, Mom, I'll go check it now," I said, just itching to 
get them out of the house, so I could turn on the TV and start sprawling and 
eating. 

"Very well, dear. Don't forget now." 

"I won't. 'Bye." 

I watched them drive off, and then I went to the back of the house. I did 
check the windows, and they were locked, and I checked the door. It was 
locked, too. What no one, not me, nor my dad, ever thought of, were the 
windows leading into the basement, and I didn't check the basement door to 
see if it were locked. 

I just raided the refrigerator, and got all the junk food out of it, that I 
thought I might want to eat, and I went into the living room to watch 
television. 

It's funny, too, because I was watching a murder mystery, and it was 
spine-tingling good. At least, I was scared enough to wish there were 
someone else in the house. 

The movie was at the point where the girl is out on the rain-lashed moors, 
and I had gone through half a big economy bag of potato chips in my 
excitement, and the guy with the gun is chasing her, when all of a sudden, I 
couldn't catch my breath. 

My eyes had traveled to the door leading from the dining room into the 
living room. 

There was this tall, masked man standing in the doorway. 

I know I froze in my seat, and I know I opened my mouth wide to scream, but 
since I couldn't catch my breath, I couldn't make a sound. 

He was the scariest-looking man I've ever seen in my life, and I guess that 
was the worst moment of awful panic I ever had in my life, or, frankly, ever 
hope to have. 

The stranger didn't wait for me to catch my breath. He came across the room 
very fast, and then he fell on me. His hand covered my wide-open mouth. 

"Don't make a sound and nothing will happen to you," he said. He had a 
strange deep voice, that scared me just as much as his appearance had. 

I was shaking like a leaf. 

He sat up on the couch, and ripped my T-shirt off me. And then my hands and 
my feet got cold because I knew what he was going to do. Before I could 
react, he had ripped off my slacks. 

I tried to sit up, but he slapped me and I fell back down on the couch. He 
didn't slap me very hard, but just enough to stop me. 

He ripped off my bra and my panties, and he grunted. 

Something strange started to happen to me. I felt myself getting very hot in 
my virginal pussy. My juices started to flow. 

I couldn't understand it! I was scared shitless, I was going to be raped, 
and yet I felt this strange pleasure building up in my groin. 

I heard the harsh rasping of metal on metal and looked down as he pulled out 
this huge cock. 

It was long and hard-looking, and thick. I gasped with terror, but I 
couldn't move. I didn't dare. I was afraid he would kill me. 

His cock was sort of red, and there was a drop of pre-come gleaming on the 
mushroom-shaped tip of it. It looked big and hot and hard enough to kill me. 

He lay down on top of me again. I was shaking like a leaf. 

"Please!" I begged, "don't.. . ! " 

"Shut up!" he snarled. 

I started to cry as I felt him reach down between our bodies, and press the 
sticky-wet tip of his cock against my hole. 

It felt strange. It was hot and hard, but the skin felt so smooth and soft. 
I could feel it pulsing against my pussy. 

He pressed his hands against my naked shoulders, and I could see his eyes 
glinting fiercely behind the mask. 

"I'm going to rape you!" he snarled. "I'm going to stick my big fat dick 
into your little cherry hole." 

"No!" I gasped. I started to struggle again. I arched my hips up, and then 
gasped. Instead of getting away from him, I had impaled my virginal body on 
his throbbing, huge cock head. 

The pressure was incredible. At first, it was uncomfortable, feeling my 
pussy walls stretched so wide. 

He laughed gutturally, as I squirmed under him in my distress. 

There was something very erotic, the way he was dressed and I wasn't. As his 
cock head pulsed against the walls of my tiny twat, I felt my juices flowing 
more and more freely, and I started to get very excited. 

I felt humiliated, and weak, and helpless, and at the same time, my heart 
was beating wildly with a strange sort of anticipatory pleasure. 

He started to push his cock into me. I squealed and squirmed, pressing my 
hands against his big chest. But he was too big, and too strong for me. 

His chest pressed into my burgeoning tits, and pressed them flat. My nipples 
puckered, and started to tingle fiercely. I was bewildered by the strange 
combination of sensations which I was feeling. 

As he pushed his dick into me, my walls stretched more and more. I thought 
his huge peter was going to" split me in two, and I was scared. 

Then his cock started to hurt as he got deeper in me. I felt his cock head 
pressing against something, and the pain increased, and then I felt this 
real sharp pain that ripped hotly through me. 

I screamed as he slammed into my hymen, and then broke it. As he pushed his 
cock in further, I could feel the blood well up and start to gush down my 
hole. 

Strangely enough, as the blood mixed with my pussy juices, and made my twat 
wetter, the hot pleasure increased. It mixed with the pain, and then became 
stronger than the pain. 

I started to whimper with my excitement, as he lunged into me and buried his 
cock balls-deep in my cunt. 

I could feel his balls pressing into my quivering, wet ass cheeks. The hair 
tickled my sensitive skin and added another dimension to the hot wild 
feelings that were coursing through me. 

The masked man started to grunt. Against my pain-wracked pussy walls, his 
huge hard cock throbbed. The throbbing became a pleasurable sensation after 
awhile. 

He started to move in me. He pulled his cock out until only the tip of it 
was in me. I thought that he was pulling my whole insides out, his cock was 
so tightly lodged in my cunt. 

Then he pushed his cock into me again, hard. I felt all my insides churn up 
as his huge cock pierced my womanhood. 

At first, it was very uncomfortable, and the ruptured cherry hurt when his 
throbbing hard shaft rubbed against it. 

But after awhile the blood stopped, and the sting started to go away. He 
kept pushing his cock in and pulling it out with this steady rhythm that 
started to go to my head. 

I thought that my heart was beating in the same rhythm, as he lunged into me 
and then pulled out, and then pushed his huge prick in again. 

My pussy juices were really flowing now, flooding down the quivering walls 
of my cunt. They coated his huge cock as he pistoned it in and out of me, 
and that made it easier. 

I could feel my pussy walls relaxing, and stretching a little to accommodate 
his dick, and then it started to feel really good. 

He started to hump in and out of me faster and faster. By now his balls were 
all soaking wet and slimy with the juices which were pouring out of my cunt. 

I felt as if my body were getting all swollen with the hot sensations which 
were coursing through me. As if his cock weren't enough, I felt my stretched 
pussy walls start to close in around his throbbing shaft, massaging the hot 
hard sides of his cock. 

My cunt started to feel greedy, and I started to feel as if I never wanted 
it to stop. I started to moan as the pleasure built and built. 

I didn't even care any more about all the enigmatic feelings which were 
rippling through me. As the pleasure got stronger and stronger, all the 
strange mixed-up feelings became a part of the pleasure. 

I could hardly breathe, the pleasure was getting so intense. It was like a 
physical thing that took possession of my body, and the stronger the 
sensations got, the more of it I wanted. 

I mean, it was weird! Here I was being raped by a scary stranger, and I was 
enjoying it. Not only that, I started to respond to the man's hard humping. 

I bent my knees up, and all the sensations in my cunt changed. It was as if 
the man's pumping cock had found new places to rub against and all sorts of 
new pleasures coursed through me. 

I started to arch my hips up. When I did that, my pussy lips, which were all 
wet and swollen and throbbing with desire, rubbed against the hairy base of 
the man's cock. 

My clitoris became inflamed. It swelled and popped out of its fleshy nest 
and started to tingle wildly, and the sensation was like lightning 
flickering through my body. 

My sweat started to pour from my skin, as I got hotter and hotter. It felt 
almost as if I had a fever. My head felt as if it were swelling, and my 
pussy meat, which I kept grinding and smashing into the man's hairy pubes 
felt as if it were bloated. 

The man kept pumping his cock in and out of me, and the hot pleasure rose in 
my body until I thought I would just float away, or explode. 

As the man pumped harder and faster, I felt a strange new kind of pressure 
in my gut, and I knew I was going to come. 

I was actually going to have an orgasm with a man's cock in me. 

It suddenly didn't seem like such a bad idea to be raped. Most of my 
girlfriends had already had their cherries popped, and I really wanted to be 
fucked. 

I'd dreamed about it for a long, long time, and was just waiting for the 
right hoy to come along. 

My body started to go wild under the man's body. As the strange pressure 
built up in me, I started to really hump and grind my pussy into the man's 
down-thrusting loins. 

I could feel my whole body shivering with these fabulous sensations. They 
got hotter and more insistent, and pretty soon I had started to squeal. I 
felt as if my mind had abandoned my body. 

My cunt was the most insistent reality I knew as I lay under the stranger 
who was raping me. I thought my whole body would explode as I felt my orgasm 
grip at my hot, throbbing entrails. 

Actually, in a way, I did explode. It was as if all my internal organs had 
melted away, and began drooling out of my hot, well-stuffed box. I thought 
that my veins and arteries had exploded, and my blood was just running wild 
in my body, filling me up. 

My cuntal walls started to ripple, and then I felt my pussy muscles gripping 
rhythmically, and strongly at the rapist's hard-driving cock. 

The convulsions got stronger and stronger. As I writhed under the man who 
was raping me, I felt another fabulous sensation. I felt the man's cock 
swell even larger in my cunt, and then his come slit exploded with wads and 
wads of thick, steaming gism. 

It kept flushing out of his throbbing cock, and pouring into me, filling me 
up. It mixed with my juices, and flowed out of my well-stuffed cunt in a 
thick, slimy stream. 

I thought I would go crazy with the waves of hot pleasure which filled me 
up. I thought that I would die with the intense ecstasy which took 
possession of me, and caused me to convulse wildly under the man's 
hard-humping body. 

He kept on pumping into me, and his cock kept spewing his juices deep into 
my well of lust. 

My orgasm peaked and my body stiffened for a moment. It felt as if I had 
received a shock, but an unspeakably pleasurable one. Then my body relaxed. 

I writhed a little more as the man spewed the last of his load into me, and 
then he fell on top of my body. 

His chest was heaving with his labored breathing, and his heart was beating 
so hard I could feel it. 

I just lay there for the longest time, feeling his cock throbbing in my 
cunt. 

I started to cry because I was sorry it was over. I wanted him to do it 
again, and the fact that I wanted it made me feel ashamed. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

I had to stop Veronica at that point in her narrative. I scheduled another 
appointment for her for a week later. 

She was still reticent, and somewhat reluctant to tell the story. 

I was telling you how I enjoyed being raped. I feel so guilty about it 
sometimes that it makes me want to cry all over again. 

Anyway, I started to cry when it was over because I wanted more. 

"Stop it!" he growled. "I can't stand crying females." 

I tried to stop but I couldn't. He slapped my face again, lightly. 

"What's the matter? You didn't like it?" 

I looked up at him and nodded. He just frowned. 

"Then what are you crying for?" 

"Because I want more!" I gasped. 

I couldn't believe I had said it, and I didn't believe it when I put my arms 
around his neck. 

He just laughed. I could feel his cock swell in my cunt, getting bigger and 
hotter and harder. 

He reached down and kissed me, and I could feel his tongue snaking wetly 
into my mouth. 

I moaned and sucked on his tongue, feeling my juices flowing around his 
thick hard cock. 

The throbbing in my cunt was so intense it was almost painful, as he started 
to move in me again. 

This time is was all pleasure. I felt no discomfort from my broken cherry, 
and I had forgotten that he was a rapist. The only thing I could think of 
was my hot cunt, and his hot hard cock, rubbing against my itchy walls, and 
making the pleasure come back all over again. 

I closed my eyes and surrendered to the wild pleasure which his cock was 
giving me. I thought I was going to die from ecstasy. 

I threw my legs up in the air, and wrapped them around his hard-humping 
waist. That exposed more of my pussy to his hairy groin as he slammed into 
me. 

I mashed my pussy lips hard against his hairy pubes, as he lunged in and out 
of me. 

My clitoris became inflamed again, and I could feel my pink wet flesh 
swelling and throbbing with passion. 

He pumped his cock in and out of me. As he plunged into my womanhood, his 
cock got even hotter and harder. 

I felt a little bit the way a whore must feel when she fucks a stranger. 
This guy had sneaked into our house, and raped me, and I had begged for 
more! 

I started to get the feeling that maybe I was sick, and if I were sick, I 
didn't care, because I was having the best feelings and the best time of my 
life. 

I wondered how I could ever do without fucking. I arched my hips up and 
ground my muff heavily into his raging groin, and surrendered to the hot 
feelings which got stronger and stronger in my cunt. 

My blood boiled in my veins, and my head was throbbing with the hot passions 
which coursed through me. 

The more excited I got, the wilder and the more wanton I got under the 
rapist's hard-humping body. 

I kept sucking on his tongue. I heard him moaning, as he swiveled his hips 
around and around, twisting his cock around in my cunt. He bit my lower lip, 
and started to tongue-fuck my mouth with the same rhythm that he was fucking 
my twat. 

I felt his arms move around under my sweating, heaving back, and he pressed 
my tits hard into his chest. I felt my tits flatten out against his chest. 
My nipples puckered hard and sent tingling shafts of pleasure ripping 
through me. 

My cunt got hotter and hotter. My juices flowed lavishly around the man's 
pumping cock. I arched my hips up and down with a frenzied motion, my upward 
motions matching his downward thrusts. 

His prick was like a ramrod. He drove it deeper and deeper into my willing 
pussy. I wanted to feel it go through my whole body and plug my throat. 

I started to squeal, and I felt my body shivering violently as he pumped in 
and out of me. 

My hands started to caress his back. I ripped at his shirt, I was so 
excited. I placed my hands on his humping buttocks, and felt his ass muscles 
ripping through his trousers. 

I got turned on even more by the hot sensation of feeling his ass rise and 
fall. I was tingling all over with the hot pleasure which gripped me, and 
made me convulse. 

I started to have another orgasm. It started slowly, gripping at my cunt and 
causing my cuntal walls to quiver with excitement. My pussy cream flowed 
like thick honey from my hot box. 

The man's cock kept rubbing my pussy walls, massaging them, soothing them. 
His cock throbbed strongly against my sensitive flesh. 

I felt my body start to stiffen as another orgasm rippled up in me. I 
started to gasp as if I were dying, and in a way it felt like that. 

My eyes were tightly closed, and my whole body convulsed. I felt as if I 
didn't belong to my body, or maybe my body didn't belong to me. I couldn't 
control it. 

I shook violently, and squirmed wildly under the man as he drove his cock in 
and out of me. I could feel wild pin pricks of hot ecstasy lighting up my 
body and making it feel as if I were going to explode. 

His cock felt as if it were getting bigger and bigger. My pussy felt like an 
inferno as he dug his huge spear deep into my willing wet flesh. 

I got hotter and hotter, as I writhed wildly underneath his body. He pierced 
my womanhood over and over again, and each thrust was sheer ecstasy. 

I started to convulse. I felt my pussy walls gripping greedily at his 
hard-humping peter as the hot pleasure coursed through me like a tidal wave. 

It felt as if my body had turned into a volcano. The rumbling started deep 
in the pit of my belly, and my hot lava flowed all around the thick cock 
that was pumping in and out of me. And then I sort of exploded again, my 
body convulsing violently. 

I seemed to convulse for a long time, and then my body started to relax. But 
it never really came down all the way. I twisted and undulated with 
incredible sensations of pleasure. 

His cock swelled even more in my cunt. The throbbing was like a tom-tom, and 
it beat against my sensitive sex flesh and echoed through my whole body. 

Then he started to spew his gism again into my hot cunt, and the orgasm 
began all over again. I spiraled upward into a hot sexy sea that had me 
convulsing wildly. 

My whole body tingled with the hot waves of joy which seemed to have no end, 
as they rippled through my body. 

He kept pumping furiously into me, his balls slapping with lewd wet smacking 
noises, against my ass cheeks. His cock seemed to have even more scum this 
time around. 

My feet started to beat against his hard humping ass, as I hung, nailed to 
his body. My whole body responded to the pleasure in my cunt, as my orgasm 
peaked again, and then started to fade away. 

Only I still didn't want him to stop. I kept squirming and wriggling and he 
kept pumping. I didn't think a cock could stay that hard for so long. 

What finally stopped us was the sound of the key in the lock. The man 
gasped, and pulled out of me. His cock made a weird wet popping sound. 

I moaned because I felt suddenly empty, and I wanted him to put his cock 
back in my cunt. But my mother and father were coming through the door. 

I saw my father gasp, as he saw the masked man, who was stuffing his cock 
back in his trousers. Then the man turned and ran. 

My father ran after him, and pursued him out the back door and into the 
backyard. He kept jumping over fences until he got away. When my father came 
back into the house, he was red in the face, and panting. 

My mother was crying and hugging me and acting as if the worst thing in the 
world happened to me. 

But it wasn't the worst thing. It was the very best thing that ever happened 
to me. 

I looked down at my tingling pussy. The hairs were all wet and matted with 
the combined come cream of my rapist and me, and there were blood stains all 
over my thighs, which were also stained with come cream. 

They brought me to the hospital, but I wasn't hurt at all. 

I just didn't know what to do or say. 

I feel ashamed because I enjoyed it, and begged for more, and at the same 
time, I don't feel ashamed at all. I don't think I could ever do without sex 
again. 

It's the most fabulous feeling in the world. 

But what am I going to do about all these people who think that such a 
terrible thing happened to me? I just can't keep on lying about it, so I 
keep my mouth shut, but I don't like that way of doing things, either. 

What should I do? 

CONCLUSION 

Veronica is suffering more from the attitudes of her family and friends, 
than she is from the rapist. 

Veronica had had a peak experience with the rapist. In this case, it was the 
shock and horror which her parents suffered which traumatized her more than 
the rape. 

I counseled Veronica to be quiet about how she felt because that was her 
personal business. I also told her there was nothing wrong with her 
reaction, that it was normal and natural. 

Eventually, Veronica stopped feeling so guilty about the incident, and just 
accepted it as another stepping-stone in her growing-up. 

I am happy to say that she is doing well. 

Her sex life is active and happy, and she ascribes this to her experience 
with rape. 

She is probably right. 

CASE HISTORY THREE 

Subject: Deanna D. Age: Sixteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Deanna was an exquisite sixteen-year-old. She was fully developed, and tall 
for her age. She was extremely self-possessed, and told her story freely. 

She had been sent to me by her parents, as a precautionary measure, 
following her rape on a camping trip. 

They were wise enough to assume that their daughter might talk more freely 
to a therapist than to them, and rather than have her bottle up whatever 
emotions she may have experienced, they sought out counseling as a mode of 
preventing neurosis. 

I guess Mom and Dad know what's best for me. 

It makes me love them a little more. They didn't blame me, or carry on 
terribly about what happened, and they didn't feel offended when they 
thought that I wouldn't tell them everything. 

I mean, there are some things you just can't tell your mother and father. 

like, I know I was raped, and at first it was a frightening experience, but 
then it was a fantastic experience for me, and I enjoyed it. 

But how can you tell the cops, or your mother and father that you actually 
enjoyed being violated, forced? 

I don't know if I'm sick or not, either. I shouldn't have felt such 
pleasure, should I? Wasn't that wrong? 

I'm really glad I have someone to talk to about it, because it really was a 
violent and very impressive thing to go through. 

It all happened when I went on a camping trip this summer. There were eight 
of us in all from my Girl Scout troop. 

I suppose I should tell you that I'm not a virgin. I've had an active sex 
life since I was about fourteen. 

Anyway, the one thing we all missed when we went camping, was boys. 
Sometimes we'd sit and giggle in the tents at night, thinking of how our 
counselors thought we were such innocent sweet little things, and how would 
they behave if they found us doing some of the things we were doing. 

like, we'd frig each other, and sixty-nine each other. It isn't that we're 
lesbians, either. It's just that a girl is a good substitute for a boy, 
unless you really dig masturbating, which I don't-not if I can have a girl 
or a boy! 

The first three nights we were on the camping trip, we were pretty close to 
civilization. After that, as we got deeper and deeper into the country, the 
most we would find would be an occasional camper, or a farm house. 

A lot of the farmhouses were empty, and boarded up, and one night we got 
caught in this stupendous rain storm. 

The ground got so wet and soggy that we couldn't even pitch our tents. 

"And this is supposed to be fun!" Meg said. 

"Girls, I want three of you to go see if you can find an abandoned shack or 
farmhouse," one of her leaders said. 

Meg and Dot and I volunteered. 

"Remember, stay together at all times, and keep your landmarks in sight. 
Remember the rules of good woodsmanship that we have taught you!" she 
lectured. 

We giggled. 

When we got far enough away from where the others were sheltered under a 
huge tree, the three of us decided that we were smarter than the leaders. 

Instead of three of us going in the same direction, we decided to split up. 
We could keep each other in communication by hollering out every three or 
four minutes. 

So we all split up. 

At first it was easy, but then the rain got harder and harder, and it became 
difficult to hear each other's voice, after awhile, I circled back, to join 
up with them, and I got lost. I hollered and hollered, and I didn't hear 
anyone responding to me. 

I got a little scared, because then I started to lose the trail. The rain 
was washing everything away. I kept wandering around, until the woods got 
thinner and thinner, and then I found a trail. 

I followed it, knowing it had to lead somewhere where I could get help 
getting back to my troop. 

I came to the edge of the woods, and there in the middle of the clearing was 
an old farmhouse. 

It looked like it was ready to fall down, but it would be warm, and dry at 
least in some rooms, so I started to run for it. 

I almost broke my leg as I came up on the porch steps. A rotten board gave 
way and I plunged up to my knee. 

I was fortunate, though, because all I did was scrape some of the skin off 
my shins, and bruise my knee. 

I tried the door. It was open. 

It creaked on rusty hinges, as I pushed it in. The entrance hall was large, 
and in one corner there was a beautiful staircase going up. 

It was dry in the room, and I started to smile with self-satisfaction. All 
my friends were out in the rain, being buffeted by the winds, and I was safe 
and sound inside. 

I walked into the room and looked around. I guess it must have been a very 
nice place once upon a time. But it sure was dirty and old now. 

I explored the first floor, and then started cautiously up the stairs to the 
second floor. 

I opened doors, looking in rooms. Some rooms even had some furniture in 
them. It was a little bit like a ghost house. 

As I opened the door to one room, I saw stars. I felt a sharp pain in the 
back of my head, and the floor came up to meet me. 

I passed out. 

When I woke up, I felt very uncomfortable. My head was pounding, and my 
shoulders felt strained. I started to reach up to rub my head, and I 
realized that my arms were bound. 

Then I opened my eyes. My hands had been tied to a rope which suspended from 
a beam in the ceiling. 

And I was stark naked! 

I opened my mouth to scream, and nothing came out, I was so terrified. I 
looked around the room. There wasn't anyone else in it. 

That scared me even more. I didn't think a ghost could strip me and tie me 
up, but someone must have, and I didn't know who. 

I'm fully developed, as you can see, and I have a nice thick furry muff 
which I'm very proud of. I love showing off by wearing bikinis on the beach. 
But I sure didn't like the idea of being naked. 

It was humiliating. 

After awhile, I heard footsteps on the stairs, and the door opened. 

"Har, har, har! Sully, she's awake!" 

I turned my head in the direction of the voice. There were two tall men 
standing in the doorway. 

They looked rough and mean. I blushed to the roots of my hair I was so 
embarrassed. 

"Yeah, Marty," the other one said. "And she's a real piece." 

My jaw dropped, as I watched them watching me. 

The man named Marty walked up in front of me, and then roughly grabbed my 
tits and began fondling them. At first, I flinched, but the feeling of his 
rough hands on my bare tits did something to me. 

I started to feel warm flashes rush through my body. I could feel my cunt 
tingling. 

And suddenly the thought of being raped didn't seem so bad. I had already 
been four days without boys, and I don't like going that long without 
nookie. 

I shivered as Marty began to rub his hands up and down my body. Sully got 
behind me, and I could feel him rubbing his hands up and down over my back. 

"Nice smooth skin, huh?" Marty said. 

"Yeah, when was the last time you had a real decent piece, Marty?" 

"Oh, I don't know, Sully. Must have been last year in Pittsburgh when we 
raped that little girl going home from school." 

I shivered again. Mixed with my fear was a wild, hot longing. Maybe I had 
had rape fantasies before, and just wouldn't admit it to myself, but the way 
they were talking was just turning me on! 

I felt embarrassed that I was taking pleasure in my imminent rape, and I 
also felt a little bit guilty. 

I mean, you have to be a pervert to get turned on to things like that, don't 
you? 

"I'm gonna fuck her cunt," Marty said, squeezing my breasts a little harder. 
My nipples puckered and started to tingle madly. I could feel the hot 
tingling ripples of pleasure flow through me. 

My pussy started to cream. 

"I guess I'll take her ass-hole, then," said Sully, who was still rubbing 
his hands up and down over my back. 

His hands moved down over my ass cheeks. I could feel his strong fingers 
digging into my soft flesh. 

I was more than a little scared now. I had always wanted to try it, just 
once, anyway, up my ass-hole, but my boyfriends wouldn't ever do it. It 
turned them off. 

But it was one thing to be ass-fucked by a boyfriend who will be a little 
bit considerate, and by a rapist. I was afraid he'd split me apart. 

Marty removed his hands from my boobs, and started to take his clothes off. 
He had a big hairy chest, and huge muscles. 

When he dropped his pants, and his cock popped out, I almost died! It was 
huge. It was like his body, all muscular and strong-looking. It stood 
straight out from his hairy groin. 

Below his erect, and throbbing cock, I could see his balls. They hung, huge 
and hairy, twin orbs of flesh and lust, and I felt my pussy cream start to 
flow more heavily. 

I had never seen a cock that huge, or balls that sexy-looking! He was 
fantastic, and my pussy quivered with anticipation. 

I started to whimper and to struggle with my bonds. I was more distressed by 
the way I was feeling, by the hot heavy waves of lust which coursed through 
me at the idea of being raped, than at the thought of the rape itself. 

Marty laughed. 

"She wriggles real nice. Her tits is jiggling!" he said, in a coarse voice. 

Sully grunted. I could feel him parting my ass cheeks. I tried to look over 
my shoulder, but I couldn't. 

He stretched my ass cheeks wide apart, revealing the puckered little brown 
hole of my ass. 

"Mmmmm! Real nice little bung hole!" Sully grunted. I felt his hand 
wriggling around the entrance. 

"Awful tight though. Better get some vaseline, Marty." 

"Hunh! Where you going to get vaseline?" 

"There's some in the satchel." 

"Oh!" Marty walked to the door, his cock bobbing wildly with his motions. He 
leaned over, and I saw the satchel, in a corner beside the door. He opened 
it up and rummaged in it. 

"I got it!" he said, pulling out a jar. He brought it to Sully. 

I felt relieved! I actually felt relieved that he found that jar of 
vaseline, and the relief coursed through me like a wave of lust. My pussy 
juices gushed lavishly out of my hot tingling hole. 

I actually wanted him to fuck my ass! It made me feel very, very strange. I 
heard Sully open the jar of vaseline, and then he separated my ass cheeks 
again. 

I felt the smooth kiss of vaseline as he rubbed it up and down my ass 
cheeks. It turned me on even more. 

Then he scooped up another gob of vaseline, and pushed it into my tight 
quivering ass-hole. He pushed his finger all the way up, and I felt my 
sphincter muscles clench hotly around it. 

"Yup! She's tight all right!" Sully grunted. He pulled his ringer out of my 
hole and my rectal walls quivered with an obscene, hot pleasure. 

Then he scooped up another gob of vaseline and stuck it in my hole again. 

"You getting her ready up front?" Sully asked Marty. 

Marty was massaging my tits again, and running his hand all over my body. 

"Yup," he said, as he cupped my quivering muff. I jerked in my bonds at the 
hot pleasurable shock of feeling his hand on my cunt. 

"We don't want no dead chick on our hands, like Bob in Montana. We just want 
our fuck," Sully said. 

I felt something gooey and sticky pressing between my ass cheeks, and I 
gasped. It was his cock. He had greased it up with the vaseline. 

I felt his cock pressing at the entrance to my greased hole, as Marty's 
fingers started to press into my swollen and throbbing pink pussy meat. 

"I'm ready to shove it in," Sully said, bracing my body by putting his hands 
on my waist. 

"Wait till I grease her up a little more in front," Marty said. His 
fingertip wiggled around my tight, drooling hole. 

Marty grunted, and ran his now-wet finger up over my throbbing pussy flesh, 
and then slithered his hand downward, until the finger tip was at my hole 
again. 

He pushed his finger into my hole, and I quivered all over. 

"O.K., " Marty said, as he wriggled his finger around and around in my slick 
cunt, "push it in, Sully." 

I know I should have been humiliated. I should have been kicking and 
screaming and crying, trying to get away from them. But instead, I lay in my 
bonds like a sodden slut, enjoying all the obscene things they said, and all 
the dirty, nasty things they were doing. 

I felt Sully's cock push into the puckered brown ring of my ass-hole. I 
thought it would hurt, at least for a little while, but he had me so greased 
up, and his cock was so thick with the vaseline, that it popped in easily. 

It felt incredible! Obscenely, lasciviously fabulous. I enjoyed the feel of 
his huge cock pushing into my rectum, spread the walls, and causing them to 
throb with hot pleasure. 

My cunt was drooling more and more slimy hot streams of liquid desire out of 
my pussy. 

Marty had his hands on my haunches, just below Sully's hands. 

"You got it all the way in, yet?" Marty asked Sully. 

"No, a couple more shoves, Marty," he grunted. I felt his cock push in a 
little more, and then he thrust inward again. I felt as if his cock were 
coming out of my throat. It seemed to go on forever. The hot obscene 
pressure that built in my gut made me feel as if my whole body were 
throbbing. 

"O.K., Marty, now it's your turn," Sully said. Marty pressed his cock head 
at the entrance to my drooling pussy. 

"Unh!" he grunted, as he thrust inward. 

The pressure became incredibly intense as 

Marty shoved his cock in my cunt. 

"She's nice and wet in front," Marty grunted. 

Their dirty language had an almost physical impact on me, as I swung on the 
ropes, helpless and subject to their every whim. 

Marty kept grunting as he pushed his cock into my quim. It was difficult 
because Sully's cock already distended my back channel and the pressure as 
Marty shoved his cock further and further into my quim became incredible. 

Marty lunged inward, until I felt his balls slap against my quivering ass 
cheeks. 

He reached under and grabbed me behind my knees, and brought my feet up. He 
straddled my thighs on either side of his waist. 

This pushed me forward a little, and Sully's cock moved out of my ass a 
little. The way it moved was fantastic and my whole body quivered with the 
obscene pleasure. 

"Hey, Sully, I can feel your cock moving!" Marty gasped, as he pushed inward 
a little more. I felt his cock head pry deeply into the well of my lust. 

I felt so dirty and so used, and at the same time, I felt as if I were 
bloated with pleasure. 

Sully pushed his cock in again. The grease soothed my spread walls, and sent 
hot waves of pleasure through me. My cunt got hotter and hotter. 

"You ready to move, Sully?" Marty asked. 

"Yeah, you push backward first, and then I'll push her forward." 

"O.K., " Marty grunted. They were using me like a piece of meat, and talking 
like engineers trying to get an engine to move. 

Marty pushed backward, and his cock pulled out of my cunt until only the 
cock head was lodged tightly in my quivering hole. 

My body was flaming hot at this point, and I was sweating violently. I 
shivered with the lascivious ecstasy which took possession of my body. 

I had no control over myself, as Sully pushed me toward Marty. Marty's cock 
slithered into my hot wet hole again, and Sully's cock pushed outward. 

My burning ass-hole started to quiver with the same insane pleasure which 
was making my cuntal walls ripple wildly. 

I was alternately speared with a cock in my cunt, and a cock in my ass-hole, 
as the two men pushed and pulled, pushed and pulled, driving their cocks in 
and out of my two nether holes. 

My whole body was inflamed. As Marty ground in and out of my quivering cunt, 
his hairy pubes pressed against my pussy flesh. It was swollen and throbbing 
with lust, and each time his pubic hairs rubbed into it, it quivered with 
more wild feelings. 

The balls of both men started to get wet and sticky, as my juices poured out 
of me hotly. They slapped into my nether flesh, making wet sucking noises 
which further aroused me. 

They kept pumping their cocks into my ass-hole and my cunt. I felt as if I 
were one big hole. My ass-hole burned with lust, and so did my cunt. 

The feelings were powerful, and I shivered violently. I felt my sweat 
starting to pour in lavish streams from my body, as the two men impaled me 
on their thick, throbbing spears. 

I started to whimper again, only this time it was for the hot demanding 
pulsations of pleasure which throbbed through me. My heart beat violently. 
My head felt as if it were swelling. 

I could feel my whole body throbbing with the hot lascivious pleasure of the 
two cocks thrusting into my bung hole, and my fuck hole. 

Marty's face had got very red, and a thin trickle of saliva gleamed at the 
corner of his mouth. 

Sully's hands moved up over my body, and he cupped my breasts. I felt his 
fingers starting to knead the soft spongy tissue. He tweaked my nipples, 
pulling on them, making hot fiery sensations quiver in them. 

I thought I would die from the hot wild pleasure which flowed through me. I 
couldn't catch my breath. It hissed in my passion-constricted throat as the 
two men pumped their massive cocks in and out of my two holes. 

Finally my body started to tremble, and I could feel my muscles jerking 
spastically. 

At the same time, I felt my sphincter muscles close in around Sully's cock, 
and my cuntal muscles closed in around Marty's cock. 

"She's coming!" Marty grunted loudly. He started to pump harder and faster 
in me. 

"I can feel her cream just pouring out of her!" he gasped. 

"Oooh, yeah!" Sully screamed, as his cock pistoned in and put of my 
ass-hole. "She's squeezing my cock real good!" 

Both men pumped into me with more and more frenzy. I felt their cocks swell 
in my two holes, as they pumped in and out of me. 

My body started to convulse violently. I jerked and twitched insanely in my 
bonds. The hands of the two men gripped me with a bruising strength as they 
tried to control me. 

They didn't have too much luck. As I was pushed back and forth, nailed on 
the two cocks, Marty's cock pierced my cunt, and Sully's cock pierced the 
depths of my bowels. 

I felt as if I were coming in both holes. I felt as if my whole body were 
actually coming. 

My muscles jerked and twitched spastically. My blood boiled in my veins, and 
I started to squeal and grunt in wild tones that I never heard from my 
throat before. 

My mouth swelled with saliva, and it started to trickle out of the corner of 
my mouth. I gnashed my teeth, and clenched them tightly together. 

My hands in the ropes that imprisoned me between these two men, clenched 
tightly. I could feel my fingernails digging into the soft sweaty palms of 
my hands. 

My orgasm gripped at my belly. It felt as if all my insides were melting. 
The cocks in my two holes got hotter and hotter, and then they felt as if 
they were getting bigger and bigger. 

They throbbed violent against my sensitive, quivering flesh, and the 
throbbing of their cocks was like a pulse point gone wild. 

I almost passed out from the violence of the orgasm which took possession of 
my body. I remember the hot wild feelings, and how they increased when the 
two men started to shoot in me at the same time. 

They seemed to have gallons of come. 

They both grunted, and groaned, and then-sweat just covered my body, mixing 
with my sex sweat and pouring off me. 

My pussy juice kept on flowing as if all the juices in my body had decided 
to boil out of me at the same time. 

My head snapped backward, and my mouth opened in a silent scream as the 
orgasm peaked and then started to fade away. 

The two men pushed me back and forth and kept spewing their heavy loads into 
me. 

I could feel Sully's come cream flowing deeply and hotly into the depths of 
my bowels, and then it started to drool out of me. My pussy juices mixed 
hotly with Marty's gism, and spewed out of my tight fuck hole. 

The sensation was incredible. The two men thrust into me one last time, and 
then they gasped. They stood still, with me in between them. 

I could feel the tremor in their bodies, as they gasped with the 
after-effects of their ejaculations. Their cocks still throbbed in my 
ass-hole and my pussy. 

I was dribbling what felt like gallons of come cream from both holes. 

"Let's take a breather, and fuck her some more!" Marty gasped. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

On her second interview, Deanna was as cooperative as she was on her first 
one. 

She started to tell her story right away, continuing from where she had left 
off at our previous session. 

Well, they pulled their cocks out of my cunt, and then went over to where 
the satchel was. Sully dug into the satchel, and brought out a blanket, 
which they spread on the floor. 

Then he reached in again, and pulled out a pint bottle of some kind of 
liquor. The bottle was in a paper bag. They left the bottle in the paper 
bag, and drank from it, passing it back and forth. 

All the time they were drinking it, they kept staring at me, and making 
obscene comments. 

I was greased and ready for more action. I didn't say a word, because I 
wanted to be fucked again. 

I wasn't scared any more, except for the perverse pleasure I was taking in 
my degradation. 

"She sure got some nice tits," Marty said. 

"I like her pussy," Sully said. "I gotta try that next." 

Marty took a swig from the bottle, and passed it to Sully, and then he stood 
up. His cock was still erect and throbbing and a drop of pre-come glistened 
on his piss slit. 

He walked over to where I was dangling. 

By now my shoulders were on fire with the strain, but I didn't care. The 
discomfort of my shoulders didn't equal the ribald pleasure which had fogged 
my mind, and made me aware of only one thing, my drooling cunt. 

"What if I cut her down," Marty said. "She seems quiet enough." 

"Sure, bring her over here. We can play with her here." 

Marty undid the knots on the rope, and then, grabbing me around my upper arm 
he brought me over to the blanket. He pushed me a little bit. 

"Lie down!" he commanded. 

I did as he told me. 

Marty sat down on the blanket, and leaned against the wall. He leered at me, 
and then pointed to his cock. 

"Eat it," he said. 

I sat up and crawled over to his cock, and stared at it. It was the biggest 
cock I had ever seen. Sully's was big, too. I guess I was just used to 
little boy cocks. 

I've eaten cock before, Doctor. All my boyfriends like the way I give head. 

I sniffed at his cock. It smelled strongly of his man juices, and my come 
cream. 

It was still gleaming with the combined juices which had spewed out of us 
when he had fucked me before. 

I bent over, and opened my mouth wide, and then I closed it around his cock 
head. 

I started to lick his cock head, flicking my tongue around and around the 
soft, bulbous head. I pried my tongue into his piss slit, and tasted his 
come. 

I like the taste of gism. His gism tasted stronger than any of my 
boyfriends. 

My ass was way up in the air, and I was creaming again, as I started to take 
more and more of his huge, throbbing meat into my mouth. 

I felt his cock head pressing against the entrance to my throat, and I 
started to swallow. I wasn't sure I could take all of his cock in, but I was 
going to try. 

I started to push downward, feeling my throat muscles stretch more than they 
had ever been stretched. His massive prick throbbed against the walls of my 
throat, as I pushed down even further. 

I kept moving down over his cock, flicking my tongue along his powerful 
shaft, until my nose was buried in his hairy pubes. 

"Oh, man, she knows how to give head!" Marty gasped. His buttocks arched up 
off the blanket, and he thrust his cock even deeper into my gulping throat. 

"And she got some pretty pussy meat. I'm hungry!" Sully said behind me. 

Again I felt his hands on my ass cheeks. Then I felt his breath blowing on 
my overheated, swollen, throbbing meat. His tongue flicked out, as I started 
to move up over Marty's cock. I moved up until only his cock head was in my 
mouth. 

I sucked on it, and teased his piss slit with my tongue as Sully's tongue 
flicked against my drooling box. 

I moaned, and Marty howled and bucked upward, as the vibration of my moan 
stimulated his cock. 

It swelled to even greater size in my mouth as I moved down over it again, 
and pushed it deep into my throat. 

I kept flicking my tongue around and around on his throbbing shaft, as 
Sully's tongue moved up and down over my mushy-wet meat. 

I started to buck my ass cheeks backward, as I pulled off Marty's meat, 
sucking on it harder and harder as my excitement grew. 

I was totally abandoned to the wild, lawless sex that I had walked in on. 
Outside, the rain pounded on the windows. 

I no longer cared about my troop, or how worried they were, or even that I 
was being raped. 

All I cared for was the hot hard pleasure that was scintillating in my gut, 
and driving me wilder and wilder. 

My tongue moved faster and faster, as I bobbed up and down on Marty's raging 
meat, while Sully's tongue ravished my pussy. 

Sully's hands gripped my thighs, and spread them far apart. The strain 
spread my outer pussy lips. I could actually feel the hot, swollen labia 
spreading, flowering outward. 

The throbbing in my pussy became violent and it spread through me, adding to 
the sensuous clouds of lust which had possessed me. 

I felt the flat of his tongue lapping up my spread-open labia. Hot tingles 
burned into me, and made me wild with joy. 

As I got more and more excited, my mouth moved faster and harder up and down 
over Marty's cock. I slammed my mouth down hard over his cock, until my nose 
was tickled by his hairy pubes. 

I kept up the swallowing rhythm, and my gulping got more and more furious as 
the hot lust built in me. 

My body felt like a raging inferno. It was almost like a form of insanity. I 
had to stop and think about that for awhile. 

Even when I had sex with my boyfriends in the backs of cars, or down by the 
lake, there was this sense that sex was insane. 

I guess I became more aware of it here because the situation was so weird. 
These were strangers and they were raping me, and I was enjoying every last 
minute of it. 

Sully's mouth opened wider, and he buried my whole cunt in his hot wet oral 
cavity. I felt him starting to suck, drawing the slimy streams of my come 
cream into his mouth. 

His tongue lapped wetly on my pussy as he sucked, and the pleasure became so 
intense, it was like pain, almost. 

I kept bobbing up and down on Marty's cock. It pulsed and swelled in my 
mouth. The throbbing shaft seemed to get larger as my tongue lashed at his 
raging phallus. 

He grunted, and braced his hands on either side of his body, behind him. He 
started to hump upward violently, driving his cock deeper and deeper into my 
throat. 

I felt his come slit explode with his hot heavy juices. The scum poured down 
my throat in thick hot streams, and I swallowed even faster and harder than 
I had before, trying to get all of it in my belly. 

I started to come. I could feel my cunt contracting and expanding, 
contracting and expanding in that demanding rhythm which always made me 
crazy with lust and joy. 

My hips bucked backward harder. I could feel my juices spurting onto Sully's 
tongue. My pussy was twitching and throbbing madly as I bucked backward. 
Sully's mouth worked wildly on my pussy, as I came and came and came! 

I was making queer, pig-like noises, as I smashed my mouth down harder and 
harder on Marty's spewing cock, and then bucked into Sully's hard-sucking 
mouth. 

My orgasm peaked just as Marty spewed the last of his load down my throat. 
He had shot too much spunk for me to swallow it all. It filled my mouth and 
trickled out of the corners of my mouth, down my chin, and onto my breasts, 
which jiggled lewdly as I bounced back and forth between the two men. 

"Arrgghh!" Marty gasped, as he lunged into me one more time, depositing his 
last load into my mouth. 

I felt my own orgasm start to dwindle away. Sully nipped at my clitoris, 
sending one final shiver of delight rippling over me, and then he sat back. 

"I want her cunt this time, Marty," Sully growled. 

Marty pulled his cock out of my mouth, and pushed me over onto my back. 
Sully crawled over, and parted my legs, bending my knees up. He leered at my 
swollen meat that he had just eaten. There were still gobs of slimy cream 
from my pussy on his cheeks and chin. 

He crawled in between my spread-eagled legs, and pressed his cock at my 
hole. Then he lunged inward with a loud bellow. 

His cock was so huge, that even though my pussy was well greased and hot, it 
took three hard lunges, before he had plunged through the mushy tight tunnel 
of my twat, and buried his cock balls-deep in my lusty depths. 

He grunted and started to piston his huge prick in and out of my creaming, 
hot hole. 

"What a hot hole she got, huh, Marty?" 

Marty grinned. 

"Yeah, Sully," he said. His cock was still erect. He was watching the two of 
us fuck. He lit a cigarette. 

It turned me on even more to watch him watching me getting fucked by Sully. 

I felt positively wanton, as I started to grind my hips up onto his hairy 
cock. 

"Nice hot one, huh?" Marty said, watching my hips gyrate lasciviously. 

"Yeah, best we've ever had!" Sully grunted, as he braced himself above me, 
his forearms on the floor in a push-up position. 

He started to pump in and out of me with increasing speed and frenzy. I 
thought he was driving his huge cock straight up to my throat. 

"Ohh!" I gasped. I felt my hips go wild. They humped furiously up onto his 
down-thrusting cock. My pussy lips pressed wetly against his wet, matted 
pubic hairs. 

I started to squeal and grunt. 

Marty laughed when I started to come, and that only made me more and more 
lust-besotted. 

My body jerked and quivered under Sully's hard-humping body. 

"Oooh!" Sully groaned, thrusting into me so fast that his hips were almost a 
blur of motion, "suck on that cock, baby, suck on it!" 

I could feel my pussy muscles gripping rhythmically at Sully's 
hard-pistoning cock. 

I threw my legs up in the air, and wrapped them arund his sweaty, pumping 
waist, and kicked at his buttocks with my heels. 

I heard Sully bellow, and then I felt the load of his hot scum pouring into 
my overheated quim. My orgasm pitched higher, like a helium-filled balloon, 
and my body bounced wildly in an ether of pure ecstasy. 

I think I lost consciousness momentarily, because I suddenly found, without 
any of the pleasure having diminished, that my orgasm was fading away. 

Sully was lying on top of me, and I didn't remember him shooting the last of 
his wad. 

His cock still throbbed in my cunt, semi-erect. 

My ass-hole was burning, and my cunt was burning. My whole body throbbed 
with the hot lascivious pleasure that gripped at my gut. 

They weren't finished with me, even after that. 

They made me suck their cocks, and I swallowed their juices as if I were 
dying of thirst. 

Then they sodomized me again, both of them, and then they fucked me again in 
the cunt, doggie-style. 

When they finished I felt as if all of my insides were gutted, burned out. 
And the only thing that stopped them was the sound of my troop, calling me 
loudly. 

The two of them heard the girls outside, and they threw their clothes on 
picked up their satchel, and then disappeared. 

The girls found me sprawled all over the floor, moaning. Only I wasn't 
moaning from pain, although that's what they thought. 

I was moaning because they left, and I could have gone on all night. I was a 
mess. I was covered with come, and it drooled from my mouth and my ass and 
my cunt. 

They took me to a local hospital, where I spent a day. Then they released 
me. 

Everybody carries on about how horrible it all was, and I've been getting 
lots of attention and presents, and stuff like that. 

I don't really mind, but I do feel kind of funny about having got so much 
pleasure out of being raped. 

Do you think I'm a pervert, Doctor? 

CONCLUSION 

I hastened to assure Deanna that she was not perverted at all. Sex was a 
normal, natural thing, and she was a developed woman, mature for her years, 
and that it was part of life to enjoy sex, even if it were rape. 

I explained to her that rape, even if it is an act of degradation, is still 
pleasurable, and that her very pleasure in the acts that were performed on 
her probably saved her from a lot of physical damage. 

After a few counseling sessions, she understood her own sexuality, and 
accepted it more. 

She is still living a normal happy life, and has a good sex life, at last 
report. 

CASE HISTORY FOUR 

Subject: Lorene S. Age: Thirteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Lorene and her boyfriend Tommy were sent to me by the school principal. They 
had been caught in flagrante delicto in the furnace room. 

The principal of the school is an enlightened older woman, who, rather than 
suspending the children, sent them for counseling, to find out why they 
indulged in such flagrantly anti-social behavior. 

Well, you already know why I'm here. 

If the school principal didn't tell you, then Tommy did. I know he had a 
session with you a couple of hours ago. I wasn't able to find him to find 
out what it was like, though. We have classes all afternoon, both of us, and 
we're on different floors. 

Anyway, the school principal didn't believe me when I said I was raping him. 
She thought maybe he was raping me, at first. 

But he was making so much noise, which is how we got discovered in the first 
place, that the principal thought it was a fight, and that he had won! 

Of course, I raped him. Actually, I was getting even with him, on account of 
he raped me the week before in the furnace room. 

It all started on our Friday night date. We had had a big fight, and now he 
was trying to make it up. 

We were sitting in his car, in the drive-in, and I was staring straight 
ahead. I was too mad to see the picture. 

Anyway, Tommy moved over to my side of the seat, and started to nuzzle my 
neck with his mouth. 

Tommy has a beautiful mouth, and it always turns me on when he runs it up 
and down my neck. 

I was too angry with him, though, and I decided, even though I was shivering 
with pleasure that I wasn't going to give in to him that night. 

He ran his hand over my tit, and I felt the nipple pucker. 

"Come on, huh?" Baby?" he said, purring in my ear. 

"No! Take me home!" I said. 

His hand moved down over my belly, and then I felt his fingers softly 
rubbing my twat through my jeans. 

I felt my pussy jerk and twitch under his hand, but I closed my thighs 
tightly. I could feel my pussy juices flowing out of my cunt, and getting my 
jeans all wet and soggy. 

I don't usually wear underwear when I go out with Tommy because we always 
fuck. 

I love the way Tommy fucks, and he can go on forever. 

But he had said a lot of things that got me real furious. 

He finally gave up trying, and got mad himself. He started the car and 
backed it out of the drive-in, and drove me home. 

He called me to see if I wanted to go out with him Saturday night, and I was 
still mad, so I said no again. 

He called me Sunday afternoon, and said he was sorry. I knew that I had him 
on tenterhooks and I decided to keep him that way. 

I accepted his apology, but said I wouldn't go out with him. I knew what he 
wanted. He wanted my cunt. 

I wanted his cock, too, in the worst way. I spent most of Saturday and 
Sunday frigging myself blind, but it didn't help, much. 

That's how stubborn I was. 

On Monday when I went to school, he saw me in the halls, going to my first 
class. He glared at me with wild anger on his face. 

But he had another look on his face, too, and it was one that always sent 
shivers up and down my spine. 

I didn't think I could hold out with my sex strike much longer. Tommy, as 
you know, is a very good-looking guy. He's tall, dark, and handsome, and 
he's hung like a horse. 

I go out with other guys, but Tommy's my favorite. 

Anyway, my pussy twitched with hunger all through my morning classes. I 
decided to hunt Tommy up at noontime, and beg him for his cock, and tell him 
I was sorry, and maybe cry a little. 

Crying always melts Tommy's determination-at least, when I do it! 

At noontime, I went down to the lockers to look for him. No one had seen 
him. He wasn't in the cafeteria, either. I ate my lunch, wondering where he 
had gone. And I was cursing myself for being so stupid, because by now I was 
really horny. 

And when I'm horny, my studies suffer. I can't think of anything else, and I 
can't do anything else when I'm alone but frig myself. 

I had a gym class at two in the afternoon. The gym was an extension of the 
old building, and you got to it through the basement, where the locker 
rooms, the Johns, and the furnace and supply rooms are. 

I really didn't want to go to gym. What I really wanted to do was go to the 
girls' room, and masturbate, that's how hot I was. My panties were a soggy 
mess, and my cunt ached. 

I wasn't even paying any attention when I went down to the locker room to 
change into my gym outfit. 

I didn't even know what hit me when I passed the furnace room. I felt a hand 
snake out from the dark doorway and cover my mouth. 

Before I could even react, to scream or to struggle, an arm had snaked 
around my waist and I was dragged into the warm dark room. 

The school custodian uses the room as an office. He's not there very often 
around lunch time, and the kids frequently go in there to fuck. It has a 
couch and some chairs and a table. 

My heart was beating like a trip-hammer when I was dragged into the furnace 
room. I heard the door slam, and then the hand that was around my waist 
reached back and I heard the bolt slip into the door, locking us in. 

Against my back, I could feel the boy's chest heaving. I could actually hear 
his heart beating. 

I whimpered against the hand and tried to pull it off my mouth, but the grip 
only increased. He started to drag me toward the couch, with me kicking and 
trying to scream through his hand. 

I tried to bite it, but he pressed his hand so tight against my mouth that 
my upper lip was cut against my teeth. 

I tried to twist my head to see who it was, but I couldn't. Then I started 
to cry, because it didn't look as if I was going to get out of the 
situation. 

The boy, who was big, sat down on the couch, with me on his lap. Then his 
free hand groped at my belt buckle. 

He didn't say anything at all, but I could hear his labored breathing, and 
when he pushed me down on his lap, I could feel his hard-on. I didn't have 
any illusions about what was going to happen to me. 

I was scared, and at the same time, I was excited. I hated the idea of being 
raped, which is not uncommon in that school, or, I guess, in any school, but 
I really needed a cock. I would have preferred it to be Tommy's cock, but I 
wasn't about to get myself killed on general principles. 

If he wanted to rape me, he could, and I had every intention of enjoying it. 

He finally got my belt buckle undone, and then he unzipped my jeans. I was 
still struggling a little, but he stood up, and peeled the jeans off my 
hips, down to my ankles. 

Then I could feel him fumbling with his own jeans. All this time, his strong 
hand still covered my mouth and prevented me from seeing who it was. 

It took my breath away, when he dropped his own jeans, and I felt his cock 
pressing against my ass cheeks. 

I thought he was going to butt-fuck me for awhile. 

But instead, he bent me over, and I felt the thick, drooling head of his 
cock pressed against my pussy hole. 

I didn't care any more that I was being raped, when I felt his hot meat, 
throbbing against my wanting honey pot. I heard him grunt as he thrust 
inward, and I shivered with a weird kind of pleasure. 

It was weird because I knew I shouldn't be taking pleasure in my own rape. 
But his cock was hot and big, and it fit so tightly in my hungry hole that I 
didn't care. I wanted relief, and even though I knew it was my own fault for 
holding out on Tommy, I couldn't deny the hot pleasurable feelings that were 
coursing through me. 

His free hand gripped me around my lower belly, as he shoved his cock into 
me. I felt my knees shaking with desire, as I felt my cuntal walls spread 
wide to accommodate his thick, hot prick. 

Then he backed up and sat down on the couch again. 

When he did, the rest of his cock slithered up into my hot, drooling hole. 
His cock was so big and hot that it took my breath away. 

I just closed my eyes, as I felt his hips start to buck up into me. He drove 
his cock deeper and deeper into my cunt. 

My cunt got hotter and hotter, as his cock pushed into me and then pulled 
out of me. I could feel his big, heavy balls pressing into me, as he shoved 
his cock deeply into my honey pot. 

My juices started to flow more and more heavily. I heard him groan, and then 
a bell went off in my head. 

There was something familiar about the sound of that voice. 

As he swiveled his cock around and around in my pussy, I got more and more 
excited. 

The more excited I got, the wilder I got. I finally gave up any thought of 
struggle, and any thought of just sitting on his lap, passively, letting him 
fuck me. 

I couldn't help it. The feelings which were rippling through me were too 
strong, and I was getting more and more aroused. 

My whole body shivered with hot pleasure. My pussy syrup rolled heavily out 
of my tightly-stuffed twat. 

I braced my feet on the floor, beside his feet, and I started to lift myself 
up and down on his cock. 

He pistoned in and out of me, faster and faster. I could feel the throbbing 
in his cock get stronger and stronger. My pussy walls were itching fiercely, 
as the hot joy of being fucked built to a feverish pitch. 

Beside myself with sexual rage, I started to hump up and down on his hairy 
groin. My eyes were tightly shut, and I could see brilliant lights going off 
as my sexual excitement became more profound. 

I felt as if I were on a merry-go-round. My head swam with the delicious 
sensations which filled me. 

His balls got all wet and sticky with my syrup, as it poured out of my cunt. 
His throbbing shaft massaged the aching walls of my cunt. 

My body arched outward, like a bow, as I felt the first stirrings of an 
orgasm deep in my belly. My body started to get stiff, and my muscles felt 
as if they were all bunched together, as electric-like currents of ecstasy 
shot through me. 

I started to come. I could feel my cuntal walls close in around his hot, 
hard-driving peter. Then my pussy muscles started to convulse. They expanded 
and contracted, gripping greedily at the boy's cock. 

His cock swelled in my cunt, and the hot pressure increased. I needed to 
come in the worst way, as I writhed in the delicious throes of pre-orgasmic 
tension. 

When the orgasm did finally built, it was like a huge tidal wave that swept 
over my body. 

I broke out into a copious sweat. My pussy juices flooded my cunt, greased 
the rapist's cock, making it easier to pump it in and out of my pussy. The 
convulsions in my cunt became violent, and in my excitement, I bounced up 
and down furiously on the huge phallus which was reaming me out. 

His grip around my mouth and around my waist tightened, as his excitement 
grew. I could feel the wetness of his shirt against my back, and I knew that 
he was ready to ejaculate. 

His cock lunged into me deeper and deeper. The throbbing got more and more 
violent, and his grunting got louder and louder. 

My orgasm peaked. I sort of exploded with the hot wild pleasure. Waves of 
relief ran through my body, and traveled up and down my spine. I felt goose 
bumps forming on my smooth flesh. 

Then I felt his come slit explode with his hot, frothing juices. His gism 
spewed in heavy loads into my creaming cunt. I could feel his scum mixing 
with my come cream, swelling the flooding slimy river which was already 
pouring out of me. 

The wet sticky mess on his hairy groin increased. As I slammed down on his 
cock, our bodies made wet sticky noises, that aroused me even more. 

The furnace room reeked of our sex juices. 

I kept coming and coming. I wasn't used to doing without sex for long 
periods of time, so the relief that flooded me was wild, and prolonged. 

My rapist kept shoving his cock into me, and each time he lunged into my 
teeming well of sex, he left more and more of his juice. 

Only Tommy had that much juice in his balls, I thought, as I felt his hot 
man juice washing against the aching walls of my cunt, and dribbling down in 
a fragrant sticky mess, making our groins wetter and wetter. 

I don't remember how long I squirmed and squealed with this guy's cock in 
me. I didn't care. 

I loved the sex, and he hadn't hurt me, so what harm had been done? 

Finally I collapsed on top of his body. He plunged into me a. few more 
times, until his balls were emptied, and then he, too, sort of collapsed. I 
just lay there like a rag doll, a sexy rag doll, at that, feeling my juices, 
mixed with his scum, pouring out of my twat. 

His cock was still embedded tightly in my cunt, throbbing. 

My pussy tingled wildly. It was so aroused, that the sensation was almost 
like a phantom cock reaming me out all over again. I was so aroused from 
that rape, that I wanted more. 

But how do you tell a rapist to do it again? 

His hand relaxed on my mouth, and then he took it away. He started to knead 
my titties with his hands, tweaking the nipples through my T-shirt. 

I felt all the shivers of excitement course through me again, and I felt my 
syrup start to well up around his cock and flow downward. At the same time, 
I felt his cock throbbing with renewed, lusty life, getting bigger in my 
hungry cunt. 

I was too horny to cry out or struggle. I finally opened my eyes, and looked 
up at him. 

"Ohhh!" I squealed, getting angry. My body stiffened, and I lurched to a 
sitting position. 

It was Tommy! 

He grabbed me, laughing, and pulled me back down onto his lap. 

"I'm not finished with you, yet!" he said. "You owe me a fuck for Friday, 
Saturday and Sunday, not to mention today's fuck, and I'm getting all of 
them, you hear?" 

"You bastard!" I growled, getting mad at him all over again. I tried to pull 
his hands off my waist, where he had grabbed me, but he started to lunge up 
into me again, and his cock had more persuasive powers than anything he 
could have said. 

I moaned, needing his cock, needing to be fucked. 

Maybe he thought I owed him all those fucks, but I needed to make up for my 
sex-starved weekend, too. 

I surrendered to his hot, hard fucking, and decided to wait until later to 
get revenge. 

Whatever he did to me, he couldn't get away with what he was doing. I had to 
find a way to teach him a lesson. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

I had to interrupt Lorene's story, and make another appointment with her for 
several days later, because her time was up. 

I had no intention of prescribing any course of therapy, or making any 
decisions on the case, until I had heard both sides of the case, in their 
entirety. 

Following is a verbatim transcript of her second interview. 

I guess you know I didn't go to gym that day. When I went home that night, I 
felt as if I had a potato in my cunt. 

Tommy really fucked me furiously. 

In a way, I didn't mind, even if he were raping me. He was so masterful, and 
his prick was so big and hot and hard and I kept having one orgasm after 
another. 

When the bell was about to ring for final class, he let me go. He was 
grinning. Even though I was crazy about him, I hated him at that moment, 
just because he had raped me. I guess I hated him on general principles. 

In a way I hated myself for having surrendered to the hot sexy pleasure of 
his cock. I had a sense of helplessness. When he wasn't around, it was sort 
of easy to resist him, even if I did miss his cock. 

When he was fucking me I felt as if I would take a gun to my head and shoot 
myself if he asked me to. 

Not that he ever would ask me anything like that. Tommy's a nice friend 
besides being a good stud. 

I guess the whole quarrel had been silly to begin with, and I had become 
more angry than I should have. 

"I'm going to get you for this," I said, as I struggled into my clothes. My 
hands were shaking, and I felt feverish. 

Even though he had fucked me almost blind, I still felt as if I could have 
been fucked more. I never got enough of Tommy's cock. 

He laughed. 

"What are you going to do, rape me?" 

"That's not a bad idea," I snorted, as I straightened myself out, and picked 
up my books, which were scattered all over the floor. 

"You can't rape a boy, silly." 

"Who says?" I demanded. 

"Well, stop and think about it. First of all, you'd have to overcome me, and 
you're not strong enough. Then you'd have to get me hard. It's easier for a 
boy. All I have to do is get hard. I'm stronger than you are anyway, and all 
I have to do is stick it in." 

Well, I thought about that for a whole week. When Frank asked me out on 
Friday night, I accepted the date, mostly because I was still mad at Tommy. 

What he had pointed out to me seemed to be true. And if it were true, it 
just wasn't fair. How come, just because I had a cunt, and I was smaller and 
weaker than a boy, I could get raped and a boy couldn't? 

I talked it over with some of my friends. I guess they hadn't thought about 
it, either. 

Some of my girlfriends have been raped. As I said, it's fairly common. Most 
of us don't bother to report it. It gets reported if our parents find out 
about it, or the girls get hurt. 

But that doesn't happen so often. Anyway, Tommy was really mad when he asked 
me out and I said I already had a date. We had another furious quarrel. 

Friday nights I usually had a steady date with Tommy, and he just assumed 
that I'd be going out with him. 

"It serves you right for taking me for granted!" I said to him. 

"I don't take you for granted! I suppose you're not taking me for granted 
just because we've had a steady date for Friday nights for all this time?" 
he said. He was real nasty. 

"Well, Frank asked me first, so I'm going out with him. Find another girl." 

Tommy stormed away from me. I could tell from the way he was walking that he 
was furious. I was beginning to wonder if that was the end of our 
relationship. 

In a way I was sorry. I was hoping that somehow or other we could patch it 
up. 

Sally, one of my classmates, came up with a good idea the following week. 
She suggested waylaying Tommy and getting him tied up before he could fight. 

But in order to do that, I'd have to learn how to tie knots that would work. 

Sally's boyfriend had an older brother who had a sailboat, and he knew all 
sorts of knots, so she posed the problem to him. 

He thought it was very funny. He had the same attitude that Tommy did: that 
a girl just couldn't rape a guy. 

But he decided to go along with it. He promised that if I succeeded, he'd 
treat all of us to pizza and Coke. That just gave me an added inducement, in 
addition to my need to prove Tommy wrong. 

Tommy didn't speak to me for the whole week. But I had one consolation, 
anyway: He didn't avoid me. He seemed to go out of his way to meet me, so 
that he could glare at me. 

And every time I'd look into his dark, smoldering eyes, my pussy would 
cream. 

For a whole week, and all weekend, when I wasn't going out with other guys, 
I practiced making the knots. 

One of them was a slip-knot. Sally's boyfriend's brother had also given me 
enough rope. 

Then he said I'd have to plan my strategy carefully. He said I'd have to 
know Tommy's movements, and find a good place to waylay him so I could rape 
him and get away with it. 

The whole thing was an education to me. I guess I would never like to be any 
kind of a criminal. All the things you have to think about, and all the 
consequences that have to be considered. 

What I did was to sit down on Sunday, and plot where Tommy might possibly be 
all day Monday, and then correlate it with where I might possibly be. 

I figured it would have to be at a time when we would both be least missed, 
like in gym or a general assembly. 

Tommy had, gym last period in the morning. On Monday's, I had a history 
class at that time. The history class had been exceptionally large for 
several weeks, because one of the history teachers was out sick, so they had 
doubled up two classes. 

Miss Donaldson used to look over the room and note absences, but she never 
reported them. They just automatically went on the report card. I figured, 
since I was a good student anyway, and was up-to-date in my home 
assignments, that she wouldn't make a fuss about it. 

What I didn't know was that the school custodian had cleaned out the furnace 
room that weekend. What he found was a pair of panties under his couch, and 
several condoms. 

He had gone to the school principal, and reported that he thought us kids 
were making whoopie in the furnace room, which was the truth. Of course, the 
principal got furious, and decided to police the room at lunch hour, and 
before and after school. 

That's how I got caught. An unforeseen circumstance! 

But all the rest of the plan I worked out was really good. I guess I'll 
practice doing that kind of thinking for other things, because it really 
worked. 

On Monday, I was so excited, I could barely sit still in class. I told Sally 
that this was D-day. I had my ropes, and I had really practiced using them, 
and I had my tactics all planned. 

I was going to cut history class. Sally was going to go up to Miss 
Donaldson, and say I went home with cramps. 

When the bell rang just before history class, I went up to the school nurse 
to get the pass to go home, and I collected my books and everything, 
planning to go home when lunch was over. I'd hide in the furnace room, or 
fuck Tommy, if I could get him to stay hard that long, until then. 

I was really proud of myself, as I sneaked down to the furnace room, and 
waited. Tommy was always a lagger, and he had to go by the room, just as I 
did, in order to get to the locker rooms. 

My heart was beating wildly, as the first huge group of kids came down to go 
to the locker room. 

Then a couple of stragglers came down. Everything was working in my favor. 
Finally, I heard whistling. That was Tommy's voice. 

I got my rope ready, and waited. I figured if I got it around his neck and 
yanked hard enough, I could knock him down and wind him sufficiently to then 
get ropes around his wrists, so he couldn't fight back. 

I knew how to get him hard. That was easy! 

Just as I had trouble resisting him sexually, I knew he had the same trouble 
resisting me-especially if I used my mouth on his cock. 

My heart was hammering so hard it felt like it had grown to twice its normal 
size, as Tommy got nearer and nearer. 

I opened the door a little more, and swung the rope. I had to wipe my palms 
on my jeans because they were sweating with my excitement. 

He kept whistling until he walked part-way past the door, when I swung the 
rope. I caught him on the first throw, and yanked, but not too tightly. I 
didn't want to strangle him. 

He keeled over backward, and landed part-way through the furnace room door. 
He was stunned which is what I wanted. I took the other end of the rope, and 
tied it fast around his wrists, and then dragged his body into the furnace 
room. 

Then I went out into the hall, and picked up his books, which had scattered 
all over the floor, and brought them into the furnace room. 

I slammed the door and locked it, and then looked down at him. 

By now, he was recovering from the fall, which had winded him, and he was 
struggling with the ropes. 

"You let me go!" he snarled, kicking out at me. I jumped back a little to 
avoid his flailing legs, and then laughed at him. 

"Why should I? You didn't let me go!" 

"You let me go, you little bitch!" 

I just laughed louder. 

I walked around him until I was standing at his head, and then I straddled 
his chest. He started to kick real hard then, so I decided to tie his legs 
together. I got more rope, and secured his ankles together, and then went 
back up to his chest, which I straddled again. 

"I'm going to rape you!" I exclaimed, breathless with my initial victory. 

"You are like hell!" 

"Oh, yes I am," I said. I undid the buckle of his belt, and then pulled down 
his zipper. 

His cock was already semi-erect. I guess the idea had turned him on just as 
much as it turned me on. 

I pulled his jeans down to his ankles, and then grabbed his cock at the base 
of it. I started to pump on it a little. 

He was grunting. I had my back to his face, so I couldn't see his 
expressions, but I knew what he was feeling when I felt the blood start to 
pound in his cock, and it started to swell. I had to straddle his chest, to 
keep his arms down. 

I lowered my head, and stuck his throbbing cock head in my mouth, and 
started to suck. 

The more I sucked, the harder he got, and the harder and hotter his cock 
got, the more I creamed. I was feeling a real sense of power. 

"Unh, stop it, Lorene!" Tommy gasped. His haunches were rolling from side to 
side, and his hips were making little undulating movements up and down as he 
humped into my mouth. 

I knew he was trying not to get excited, just as I had tried when he raped 
me, but he couldn't help it any more than I could. That made me feel better. 

I didn't feel quite so inferior or weak and helpless, then! 

I kept sucking more and more of his cock into my mouth. I felt his cock head 
press against the entrance to my throat, and I started to swallow furiously. 

Then Tommy really started to go crazy. 

I nuzzled my face deep into his hairy crotch, inhaling his manly fragrance. 
That really turned me on. 

His wiry pubic hairs tickled my nose and mouth. 

I took my mouth off his cock and then sucked his balls into my mouth, 
teasing the hairy, wrinkled fleshy sacs with my tongue, thoroughly wetting 
them. 

Tommy was grunting and groaning, and he had stopped struggling entirely now. 
His hips rolled from side to side on the linoleum floor, and every now and 
then he'd buck his hips up into my mouth. 

"Ohh, Lorene, so good!" he gasped. 

When his balls were thoroughly wet, I ran my mouth back up his shaft, 
wetting every inch of its thick, throbbing hardness with my tongue. I pried 
my tongue into his piss slit, when I reached the top and sucked up a drop of 
pre-come which glistened on it. 

His cock was fully erect now. He had a beautiful cock. It was round and 
thick, and strong-looking. Right now it was reddened with his passion and 
the throbbing was clearly visible, as I grasped it at the base again. 

Then I decided to tease him. 

I suddenly stood up, and straddled him, facing him. 

"There, how does that feel?" I asked, my hands on my hips. I still had my 
clothes on, and there he was, naked from the waist down, and bound. He 
looked so vulnerable and helpless that I almost forgave him for raping me 
and acting so bossy, assuming all the time that men rule the world! 

"Oh, Lorene, stick it in your cunt. I need to come." 

"Tough!" I said, backing off. I walked over to the couch where I had left my 
books, as if to leave. 

Tommy's head shot up off the floor. His cock bobbed lewdly with his motion, 
and it stuck straight out from his thick pubic patch. 

"You aren't going to leave me here like this, are you?" he asked. 

I laughed. The expression on his face was a combination of lust and panic. 

"I sure am. You can lie there till someone finds you. I hope your cock 
explodes!" I said. 

I started to walk toward the door. 

"You can't do this to me!" he screamed. 

"Why not?" I asked, my hand on the door knob. 

"Well, because, well-we're supposed to be friends!" . 

"How come it's all right for you to rape me, and it's not all right for me 
to leave you there?' 

"Aw, come on, Lorene! I made you come at least three times! I didn't tease 
you and leave you!" 

There was another drop of pre-come gleaming on his piss slit, and I licked 
my lips. 

And what he said was true. I had come. Actually, he lost count. I came five 
times, but one of my climaxes was a little one, so maybe he didn't notice 
it. 

"Lorene, baby, please!" he said. 

"Are you begging?' 

"No!" 

"O.K., " I sighed. I pulled the bolt out of the lock, and put my hand on the 
door again. 

"Lorene!" he gasped. "I'm begging, please!" 

I turned around and started to walk toward him. 

"Well, maybe," I said. His hips were bucking up off the floor. I watched the 
muscles in his haunches rippling. He looked so sexy, that I felt the fires 
in my own cunt flare up. 

I just had to have him! 

I dropped my books on the floor, and then took off my jeans. I started to 
walk, ever so slowly, up over his legs. I could see his eyes, glazed with 
the fever of his lust, staring at my swollen pussy lips. 

I knew that I was turning him on. His cock looked bigger and harder than I 
had ever seen it. 

The pre-come was drooling from his piss slit in steady streams now, and his 
chest heaved with his labored breathing. 

I can't begin to tell you what the sight of him did to me! I got more and 
more excited. 

My pussy lips felt as if they were swollen to twice their normal size. My 
blood boiled in my veins. I even got light-headed, and my ears rang. 

But I kept teasing him. I wanted him to never forget this. 

"Just remember," I said, as I finally straddled his hips, "this time I'm 
raping you!" 

His cock lurched when I said it, and I grinned lewdly at him. I think that 
some of the incredible excitement I felt then had to do with my sense of 
power over him. 

I could feel my pussy juices, line hot slime, pouring from my cunt. I could 
hear Tommy's breathing. It was harsh and shallow, and it almost sounded as 
if he were sobbing. 

I teased him by lowering myself slowly onto his cock, but I was teasing 
myself too, because all of a sudden, I wanted him real bad! 

I finally got to my knees and pressed his cock head against my drooling, hot 
hole. 

I almost came right then and there, but I decided to hold off. I wanted to 
tease him as much as I could without creating agony for me. 

I began to appreciate the position a man is in, if a girl has a hard time 
coming. I mean, if he's really considerate, like Tommy, he doesn't come 
right away. I wanted to come, but if I were going to play the role the way I 
should, that meant I had to hold off until he came. 

I started to squirm down onto his cock, applying a light pressure so that 
only a tiny little bit of his cock went in. 

He started groaning like mad. He was sweating like a pig, and I could feel 
his body trembling with his desire, as I pressed my knees against his naked 
haunches. 

He bit his lip hard. Every time he'd buck upward with his hips, I'd raise 
myself off his cock a little. 

"I told you I was raping you. You just don't make a move until I tell you!" 
I ordered. 

"I can't help it. I'm gonna shoot!" 

"Oh, yeah?" 

I pulled right off his cock. It was throbbing fiercely now, the blood 
pulsing in it powerfully. My own passion was getting hotter and harder to 
withstand. 

"O.K.! O.K.! You win!" gasped Tommy. 

I smiled, and placed his throbbing cock head against my hole again. By now 
my own cunt was aching to be stuffed, so this time, I moved down over his 
raging prick a little faster, but still not fast enough to suit Tommy, who 
moaned as if he were in pain. 

And if he felt at all like me, he probably was in pain! 

The pressure in my body was fantastic. I felt as if I were going to explode. 
I squirmed down over his cock, and felt his thick meat spreading my walls. 
The throbbing shaft rubbed my itching membranes, and I could already feel my 
orgasm gripping my insides. 

It was so intense that it almost felt like a stomach cramp. I shivered with 
happiness, as Tommy's cock pushed further and further into my cunt. 

The tremor in his body increased as I worked my way down further on his 
prick. It felt so hot, and so big. I felt as if my cunt were being stretched 
wider and bigger than it ever had been stretched before! 

I loved the feeling! 

I started to go crazy, as I felt his cock head prying into the depths of my 
teeming twat. The heat in my cunt was incredible, and the heat from his 
raging prick only added to it. 

I felt "his pubic hairs tickling my swollen, throbbing pussy meat. I ground 
my muff around and around on the base of his cock, and the hot thrills that 
went through me almost drove me crazy. 

I felt hot and cold all over, and totally possessed by the sexual sensations 
which filled me. 

"Oh, Lorene," he gasped. Tommy's body got very stiff. I didn't care any more 
if he came. I was teetering on the edge of a wild orgasm myself, but I 
decided to make life more difficult for him, if I could. 

"If you come before I'm ready, I'll get you hard again and leave you here!" 

"Oh, Lorene, hurry up! I can't stand it!" 

I never heard Tommy say something like that before. Always it was I who said 
it, when he was teasing me, and I got ravenous for his cock. Hearing him beg 
me to come just excited me more. 

I started to pump up and down on his cock slowly. I closed my eyes, and got 
weak with the fever of lust which filled me. I braced my hands on his flat, 
hard belly as I rose and fell, feeling his cock rubbing against my drooling 
pussy walls. 

I was creaming so hard that his pubic hairs were a sticky-wet puddle of my 
liquid lust. 

I could feel my orgasm rumbling in my belly. It coursed through me like a 
fire. I couldn't help it. I really wanted to hold off my orgasm just to make 
Tommy suffer, but I couldn't. 

I started to feel the spasms of my orgasm ripple through me. I bounced up 
and down furiously on his huge hot cock. 

As my pussy muscles started to clamp down on his raging peter, his cock 
swelled. I could feel my snatch actually sucking at his cock. 

"Ohh!" Tommy groaned. He kept groaning over and over again. I bounced up and 
down on his cock, as my orgasm got more and more intense. 

Then I felt his come slit exploding with his hot juices. He started to grunt 
like a rutting pig, and his hips went out of control. 

I didn't care any more. I was coming like gangbusters, and I was squealing 
and making a lot off noise, but I couldn't help it any more than Tommy 
could. 

It was as if my whole body were convulsing in an orgasm. My muscles kept 
getting tight, and then relaxing, and my blood kept pounding into my head. I 
felt as if my head were swelling like a balloon. 

As I slammed down, feeling Tommy's cock slither up into my creaming cunt, 
his pubic hairs tickled my swollen pussy lips. 

My clitoris got inflamed, and wild tingling sensations ripped through my 
body, as my little love button got hard and twitched with the stimulation 
from Tommy's hairy groin. 

Tommy's hips bucked up and down. He drove his cock deeper and deeper into 
me, until I thought it was lodged in my belly. I had never felt it so hot 
and wild. 

I guess what turned me on so wildly, in addition to the sense of power I 
felt over Tommy, was Tommy's excitement. He grunted, and squealed, and 
pistoned his cock in and out of me. 

Each thrust left hot furrows of pleasure behind. My cuntal walls rippled, 
and then they'd contract and expand, and the spasms got harder and more 
demanding. I almost passed out when my orgasm peaked. 

Even my ass-hole tingled with sympathetic pleasure. My whole body felt 
alive. I felt as if I were on fire, and it was burning everything out of me, 
leaving my body a gaping, hungry hole that wanted more and more cock. 

Tommy's cock spewed wad after wad of come juice deep into me. It mixed hotly 
with my own juices, and added to the sweet flood which spewed out of my hole 
around his throbbing shaft. 

His prick didn't seem to get smaller. He just kept pumping into me, long 
after he had emptied his heavy, hairy balls into me. 

I guess he kept on having small orgasms, just the way I was. 

Finally, my body went limp. My pussy still tingled, and Tommy's hips were 
still swiveling around, thrusting his cock in and out of my cunt. 

I reached down with trembling, sweaty hands, and released his wrists from 
the bonds. 

Tommy sighed, and his body was still for a moment, but his cock still 
throbbed strongly in my cunt. I wanted more, and I could tell from the way 
Tommy's cock stayed hard, that he wanted more, too. 

But as far as I was concerned, the rape part was finished. 

I took the ropes off his ankles, leaning backward to do it. Every move I 
made caused Tommy's cock to slither around in my hot, and still-drooling 
pussy. 

It felt so good. Tommy didn't make any move to get away from me, either, 
once I had released him from the bonds. He brought his hands up to massage 
my breasts. 

"You have the best cunt, and the best tits in school, Lorene," he said. 

"Yeah, I know!" I gasped. I was really feeling good about myself. I started 
to rock back and forth on his cock, feeling it swell and pulse in my pussy. 
I felt the heat start to rise again, and my nipples puckered hotly under 
Tommy's caressing hand. 

Tommy has great hands, and he knows exactly how to use them. I just loved 
the way he was kneading my breasts, and making my nipples tingle. My breasts 
started to swell with the hot lusty passion which started to grow again, as 
I moved up and down, and then around and around on his raging cock. 

Tommy started to hump his hips up and down again. The sensation of his cock 
moving back and forth against my hungry pussy walls was sensational. I felt 
as if I were going crazy, as I swiveled my hips around and around, trying to 
get his cock to touch every single inch of my pussy. 

Tommy got hotter and hotter again. He started to grunt. His hands on my tits 
got more and more demanding, as his hips slammed up into me. 

By now our groins were a sticky-wet mess. My cunt cream poured heavily from 
my twat, and his man juices from his last ejaculation still poured out of 
me, mixed with my pussy juices. 

Our genitals made wet sticky noises as we moved up and down on each other. 
Tommy's upward humping matched my downward strokes. 

His hands moved down from my tits, and he started to caress my ass cheeks, 
kneading the soft flesh. He parted my ass cheeks, and ran a finger up and 
down the sweat crevice. 

Then I felt the tip of his finger prying into my ass-hole. I felt the 
pressure increase, and I couldn't hold back on another orgasm. 

It hit me suddenly. I started to convulse almost immediately. He kept his 
finger in my ass-hole, as he pistoned his cock in and out of my cunt. 

I felt my sphincter muscles close in around his finger. Then he groaned 
loudly, and started to buck up into me harder and harder. 

His cock swelled again, and then his come slit exploded with another load of 
gism. 

I actually screamed out loud, as I shivered and shook in the throes of my 
delicious delirium. My screams blended with Tommy's as he came and came! 

I felt his hot juices pouring into my thirsty cunt. My convulsing pussy 
sucked the juices in. They mixed again with my come cream, and then flowed 
down, making us wetter. The room was filled with the smell of our sex 
juices. 

My orgasm went on for a long time. When I started to come down, I could feel 
the pleasant after-glow fill me. I could feel that my cheeks were flushed. 

I looked down at Tommy. His eyes were closed. He almost looked as if he were 
asleep. 

I rubbed his tits, softly, and he shivered, and opened his eyes. 

I just grinned at him. I felt so victorious. 

"Are you still mad at me?" he asked. 

I just grinned more. I didn't even feel like talking. I shook my head at 
him, and he grinned, too. 

He reached up and grabbed my shoulders, and pulled me down on top of his 
chest. His cock still throbbed in my cunt. 

"I could fuck you all day," I said. He reached up and kissed me. His tongue 
snaked into my mouth, and the excitement started all over again. 

It was as if I couldn't get enough of him. 

We fucked again, and came like gangbusters, only this time he was on top of 
me. I enjoyed it that way, too. 

I felt as if I didn't have anything more I had to prove to him. After all, I 
had raped him. I had had it my way, so I was content to feel his big, heavy 
body pinning me against the floor. 

And that's when we were discovered by the principal. She had come down to 
check out the room. 

She let out the most ungodly scream I ever heard in my life. Tommy and I 
were well on our way to our fourth orgasm, and she stopped us, dead. 

Do you know what it feels like to be stopped just before you come? It's 
awful. I had a crying jag in her office, only it wasn't because I felt 
guilty. She said we were engaging in anti-social behavior. 

I'd like to know what's more sociable than fucking someone you like! 

CONCLUSION 

It's a pleasure when a psychiatrist, in the course of his work, can laugh 
with a patient. 

I could laugh with Lorene, because basically she was right. She wasn't being 
anti-social at all. 

' I did caution her about the places she picked to fuck in, however, since 
society does frown on teenaged sex. 

I will speak more about her case in my general conclusion, because both she 
and Tommy had interesting insights on the two rapes, which apply to all 
sexual behavior. 

I dismissed Lorene with my simple direction for more prudence. 

She certainly doesn't need therapy, and neither, for that matter, does 
Tommy. 

They are more than good lovers. They have a very good, and deepening 
friendship, which is unusual among teenagers. 

I wouldn't be a bit surprised to find out that they got married, one day 
after graduation. 

And my prognosis for a long and happy married life for the two of them would 
be very, very good! 

CASE HISTORY FIVE 

Subject: Adele M. Age: Fourteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Adele, who is a stunning brunette, was referred to me by case workers from 
the police department. 

She had been raped, and found, unconscious on the beach of the lake where 
she had been skinny-dipping, a common practice in her small community, and 
one which had never been discouraged. 

The community is law-abiding, and crime is relatively scarce, so her rape 
created a furor. 

The case worker rightly thought that the reactions of her family and friends 
might be more traumatic than the rape itself, since they were horrified. 

Adele is extremely poised. She is unusually well-developed for a 
fourteen-year-old, and shows promise of being an absolute beauty in several 
years. 

The psychological testing which I gave her did not point up any severe 
traumatization, or any unusual neurosis, so I asked her to tell me her 
story, thinking that perhaps I could discover if anything were bothering 
her, if she told me in her own words. 

I had already read the basic facts in the police reports-, which the case 
worker very kindly lent me for study. 

I think my parents feel worse about the rape than I do, Doctor. 

I don't feel bad about it at all. 

I suppose I was asking for it, going skinny-dipping alone. Usually we go in 
bunches. 

And it wasn't as if I got my cherry popped. I've been sexually active since 
I was thirteen. I have lots of boyfriends and I think I have a good sex 
life. 

But the awful thing is, I think my parents thought I was a virgin. I don't 
know why they should think that. Most of the kids in this town lose their 
cherries when they're about twelve or thirteen, so in that respect, my 
development was pretty normal. 

Of course, I never told my parents about it. 

I figured they would raise a great stink. And yet, the way we developed, us 
young kids, I have to believe they developed the same way. 

It's funny about parents; how they do things themselves but expect their 
kids not to do them the same way. 

I guess that's what you call possessiveness, or maybe they're just being 
protective. Anyway, I tolerate my parents' naivet', just as I hope, if they 
ever find out about my sex life, they'll tolerate that. 

Come to think of it, if they did find out, they'd have to! They wouldn't 
have much choice in the matter, unless they decided to put me in a convent, 
which I doubt very much they would do. 

But they can be so contradictory. For instance, everyone knows that if you 
go to Benton Lake, you go skinny-dipping. My parents did it, and used to 
talk about it a lot. They don't any more, not since I was raped. 

And how can you go skinny-dipping with a whole bunch of boys and girls, and 
not learn about sex, especially on those warm summer evenings when you get 
to feel real sexy and hungry. 

Now they have a police patrol up there all the time, and we have to wear 
bathing suits. Our parents have forbidden us to swim in the nude. 

I don't think that's fair, really. 

That's the only reason I feel bad about the rape, Doctor. I feel as if I've 
spoiled everyone's fun. 

Oh, my friends don't blame me or anything. They just feel bad that it 
happened to me. 

But still, no one was ever raped up there before, and no one probably will 
be ever again, unless that guy comes back. 

Oh, yes, the guy. He didn't belong to the town. I had never seen him before. 
I told the police that I didn't know what he looked like; that he was dark, 
and tall, but that I couldn't make out his features. That was because he 
gave me such a good time, I didn't have the heart to get him arrested. 

But I did see him, and I don't think I'll ever forget him. 

I didn't tell the police, and I didn't tell any of my friends that I enjoyed 
being raped, either! I think that would have made them feel even worse than 
they did, or maybe they'd think I was some kind of freak. 

I just don't talk about it, and when anyone asks me, I tell them I don't 
want to talk about it. 

It was one of those hot spring nights, a few weeks ago, at the end of May. 
It was a Thursday night. I had finished my homework, and I was hot and 
sweaty. 

I went downstairs and I asked Mom and Dad if they minded if I went swimming. 
The lake is only five minutes away from the house, and they said they didn't 
mind as long as I was home by ten. 

I just grabbed a towel from the linen closet and left the house. 

When I got to the beach, it was empty. I was a little disappointed. I 
thought I'd have some company, or that maybe some of the guys were there, 
and I could get a little extra nookie. 

The beach is where I got my cherry popped, when I was thirteen. I had 
started out as an escapade, during the summer. I had got up about five one 
morning, before my parents were even awake, and had sneaked down to the 
beach to swim. 

It was hot and muggy. When I had been swimming in the lake for awhile, I 
noticed a figure standing on top of one of the dunes. 

It was Andy Jensen, who lived a couple of doors down from me. He's the same 
age I am. I waved to him, surprised to see him there at that hour of the 
morning. He stripped down and plunged in, and swam out to where I was. 

He had been up early, too, and was out on his porch, trying to get some air, 
and he had seen me sneak away. He knew where I was going, so he had 
followed. 

We swam and cooled off a bit, and then went back to the shore, where we lay 
down in the early morning sun, and talked. 

After awhile, I looked over at him, and noticed that his cock was standing 
straight up from his groin. 

"Can I touch it, Andy?" 

He looked at me and grinned. 

"Yeah, but don't pull it," he said. I reached over, and enclosed the base of 
his thick, big cock in my hand. 

I'd seen lots of cocks. After all, I'd been coming to this beach since I was 
a kid. I guess it's a good way to get your sex education. The beach happens 
to be where most of the kids get their cherries popped. 

"Are you a virgin?" Andy asked me. 

"Yeah," I said, a little ruefully. I was already budding, and I was dying to 
get my cherry popped. Most of the girls in my class had already taken the 
step and I wanted to. 

"Do you want to be?" 

"No," I said, laughing. "Why?" 

"I'll pop it for you, if you like," Andy said. He looked at me with a 
strange look in his eyes, and I got rather excited. 

"Yeah, I'd like that," I said. 

I'll admit, I was a little bit nervous. I didn't really know anything about 
sex, except that a man's cock got big, and he stuck it in that little hole, 
and rubbed it back and forth a few times. 

And most of my girlfriends said it hurt a little the first time. 

Andy rolled over onto his side. We were lying behind a sand dune. He reached 
out and cupped my breasts. I felt the nipples pucker right away and I 
shivered with hot excitement. 

"I don't know too much, Andy," I said by way of apology. 

"That's all right," he said. "You have nice tits." 

I giggled when I heard him say that word. It made me feel excited all over. 
I felt my pussy cream start to flow. 

I was quite familiar with masturbation. I had been frigging myself since I 
was about ten years old. But it was different with a boy's hand on my tits. 

I suppose that's a naive thing to say, but the difference excited me, 
mostly, I think, because I hadn't thought it would be different. 

That's how dumb I was! 

Andy moved closer to me, and his cock brushed against my belly. That made me 
even more excited. 

Then he kissed me, and I felt his tongue push between my parted teeth. The 
tip of his tongue flicked against the tip of my tongue. 

"Mmmmmm!" I moaned against his mouth. 

Andy's hands moved down over my belly. My flesh jumped with pleasurable 
excitement as he caressed my skin. I was getting hotter and hotter, and the 
weather had nothing to do with it. 

My thighs were getting all sticky-wet from the juices which were flowing 
from my cunt. My temples were throbbing with my excitement, and I felt as if 
I were having trouble breathing. 

Then Andy's hand cupped my muff. I had a little bit of fuzz on it, but not 
much. He rubbed his hand up and down over my plump white outer lips. I could 
feel my pink inner lips getting all wet and swollen. 

They were actually throbbing with desire. 

Andy's finger pried into my cunt slit, and I gasped when I felt his fingers 
rubbing up and down my pink meat. I started to shiver, as the pressure built 
in me. I felt bloated. 

Andy pushed me over onto my back, and then spread my legs. Then I got a 
little nervous all over again, because it was about to happen. I was about 
to be fucked for the first time. 

His cock was red with lust, and there was a drop of pre-come glistening on 
the tip of it, when he grabbed it at the base, and then started to rub it up 
and down my pussy. 

It was so hard, but the skin was so soft, as he teased my snatch. My cream 
started to flow heavier and heavier, as he pressed his big cock head against 
my hole. 

Andy was shaking himself, as he started to push his cock into me. 

"Ohh!" I gasped, as I felt his thick cock starting to spread my pussy walls 
wide. He kept pushing in, stuffing me with his thick, throbbing meat. 

I kept moaning and gasping. I bent my knees up and spread my thighs wider, 
as his cock kept slithering into my soaking wet hole. 

Then I felt his cock head hit against my hymen. He gripped my shoulders, and 
squeezed them hard. 

"Are you ready?" he asked. He looked almost as nervous as I felt. "I guess 
so," I said. 

I closed my eyes. This was when it was supposed to hurt. 

Andy thrust inward, roughly, and I felt the delicate membrane pull away from 
the walls of my cunt. 

I felt some blood gush out, as Andy's cock kept lunging into me, until I 
felt his balls pressing against my quivering ass cheeks. 

Then I knew he was all the way in. I felt a slight stinging sensation but 
that was all, and the blood stopped flowing in a short while. 

His cock was still in my cunt for a moment, and that gave me time to get 
used to the strange, wonderful sensation of being stuffed with man meat. 

I could feel the sides of his shaft throbbing against my pulsing pussy. 

Then he started to move in me, pulling his cock out to the tip and then 
pushing it in again. 

It felt so good that I started squirming wildly under him. I could feel my 
pussy walls close in around his cock, feel my juices flowing downward, 
greasing my tight tunnel. 

"Oh, Andy, it feels so good!" I gasped, as I felt my orgasm building in my 
cunt. The sensations drove me crazy with desire. 

Every time he pumped into me the pleasure grew, until I was squealing and 
writhing under him like a mad woman. 

Then he started to grunt. His sweat poured from his body, and fell on my 
body, and mixed with my sweat. 

"Oh, Andy, it feels so good!" I gasped. My hips started to writhe. It was 
almost as if they had a will of their own. I arched them upward, trying to 
get even more of Andy's cock into me. 

I didn't care if he stuffed his balls into me, it all started to feel so 
good. The pain went away as the pleasure built, and then I felt the first 
spasms of my orgasm start deep in my cunt. My cuntal muscles began to grip 
greedily around his hard-humping pole. 

He grunted, and his cock started to swell in my pussy. Then I felt his gism 
starting to pour into me. 

It felt so good. It poured into my teeming hole, and mixed with my come 
cream, making a delicious sticky-wet mess. 

I writhed and grunted wildly under his body, as he kept lunging into me, 
deeper and deeper. 

His chest pressed my tits flat. Every time he lunged inward, his chest would 
press into my tits harder. My nipples felt as if they were on fire. 

My whole body felt as if it were being buffeted in a storm. 

"Unh!" Andy grunted, and then his body collapsed on top of mine. I could 
feel his chest heaving as he tried to fill his passion-spent lungs with air. 
His cock still throbbed in my cunt. 

He looked down at me. 

"Are you all right?" he asked, with a concerned look on his face. 

I was surprised at his question. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed 
him, pushing my tongue into his mouth, and wrestling with his tongue. 

"I feel wonderful," I gasped, still trying to catch my own breath. 

We took another swim, so I could wash off the blood that had matted my pussy 
hair, and stained my thighs, and then I went home to breakfast. I was 
starved. I thought that it would show on my face, getting my cherry popped, 
and all, but my parents didn't seem to notice anything different about me. 
At least if they did, they didn't say anything. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

Adele's time was up, and she was only part-way finished with her story. I 
made another appointment for her for the same time, the following week. 

I guess I got a little side-tracked the last time. I hope you don't mind. I 
mean, I was supposed to tell you about the rape, but instead I told you 
about how Andy popped my cherry. 

I guess all I wanted to say about going to the Jake this night, was that 
every time I got to this particular dune, I remembered the morning Andy 
popped my cherry. 

And when I met that man, the one who raped me, I was awfully glad I wasn't a 
virgin. 

Anyway, I went down to the beach, as we call the sandy land that surrounds 
the lake, and I got undressed, and went into the water. 

The water was warm, and still, and it felt glorious swimming in it, under 
the stars. 

I sort of floated on my back, staring up at the sky. I could see the Big 
Dipper, and Orion, and there were other constellations which I couldn't 
name. 

I was so preoccupied with staring at the stars, that I didn't notice the 
splash when someone else dove into the water. 

It wouldn't have upset me. It was too dark to make out who was on the beach 
anyway, and I wouldn't have expected anyone I didn't know. 

I didn't even get alarmed, when a big, hairy arm reached up out of the 
water, and pulled me under. I just held my breath, and assumed it was one of 
the kids from my crowd, who had decided to come down swimming and wanted to 
scare me. 

I had my eyes closed, not that it would have made any difference. It was so 
dark, I wouldn't have been able to see under water. 

I felt myself pressed into a big, strong hairy body. I got a little puzzled 
then, but not terribly worried. I didn't know anybody with a body that big 
and hairy, and since Andy had popped my cherry, I had had a very good and 
active sex life. 

But it certainly wasn't a bad body. The chest was big, and the arms were 
very muscular. Whoever he was, he hadn't hurt me. 

I could feel a monstrous cock between my legs, as I tread water. Then the 
man broke the surface, and I looked at him. I gasped with terror. I didn't 
know him at all. 

He clampaed a hand over my mouth fast. 

"One word out of you, and you'll be sorry," he said. His voice didn't sound 
mean, just, well, authoritative. I could feel my heart suddenly beating 
against my chest like a trip-hammer. 

He removed the hand slowly. I didn't dare make a sound. Frankly, at that 
point, I don't think I could have made a sound anyway, I was so shocked. 

I heard him grunt, and then felt his cock, that huge cock, pressed at the 
entrance to my hole. 

I gasped as he shoved it in. My pussy had never been so full in my life. I 
thought he was going to split me in two. 

My legs kicked in the water, and his hands reached behind me, and cupped my 
ass cheeks. He pressed my muff into him. I thought his cock had traveled up 
through my body into my throat, as he shoved it all the way in. 

I kept my arms around his neck, where I had put them when he broke water. He 
grunted, and started to push in and out of me with his cock. 

The sensation was incredible. I could hear my breathing coming in shallow 
gasps, as he pistoned his cock in and out of me. It was the biggest cock I 
had ever felt in my cunt. 

My pussy walls spread wide each time he shoved inward, and when he pulled 
his cock out until only the tip of it was stretching my pussy, the rest of 
my cunt quivered with a growing pleasure. 

My pussy juices started to flow heavily. I could feel them seeping out 
around the thick pole which had rammed into my hot hole, and drifted away in 
slimy tendrils in the still water. 

I had never been fucked in the water before either, and the sensation was 
weird, but fabulous. I wrapped my legs around the man's muscular waist, as 
he lunged into me over and over again. 

The heat from his cock permeated my cunt, and raised my lustful temperature 
higher and higher. 

His thick wiry pubic hairs ground into my rapidly swelling pussy lips. They 
made harsh contact with my clitoris and inflamed it. My little love button 
sent flaming little shards of hot ecstasy coursing through me as the man 
kept plunging into me. 

He kept fucking me until I felt an orgasm starting to rumble through me. My 
body tensed in the water, which lapped around us in undulating waves, 
sexily, as the man humped me with increasing fury. 

Then I felt the convulsions in my cunt, and I got lost in the delicious 
throes of a wild orgasm. 

I guess the intensity of the orgasm had to do with the fact that I was being 
raped by a stranger, in a strange way. Anyway, it was the wildest orgasm I 
had ever had. 

His cock swelled in. my cunt, and the throbbing got stronger and stronger, 
and then I felt him release a load of his gism into me. It poured out of his 
piss slit in thick, warm masses, and mixed with my pussy cream, and poured 
out of me. 

I tightened the grip I had around his waist, and around his neck, as his 
powerful hips pumped back and forth. He reamed me out wildly, until my 
orgasm peaked and then started to fade away. 

He plugged my hole, his cock head prying deeply into the teeming well of my 
lust, and I felt the last of his hot juices pouring into me. Then his cock 
was quiet in my cunt for awhile. 

I could feel the thick shaft throbbing against my pulsing pussy walls. He 
tread water, until we came to the beach, and then, at the edge of the water 
he started to fuck me again. 

I came wildly the second time, my legs still locked around his hard-humping 
waist. 

He didn't say one word after warning me not to make a noise. The only thing 
I heard from him was his grunting and groaning, as he dipped his wick into 
me over and over again. 

I never came so wildly in my life. His cock was so thick, and so hard and so 
hot that it really sent me sky-high, as my second orgasm washed over me. 

Each time his thick prick, wet with the slime from my cunt descended, it 
would rub wetly against my clitoris, and cause it to twitch and tingle 
madly. 

I thought I was going to pass out when my second orgasm rolled over me. I 
couldn't believe how intense the orgasm was. 

He kept lunging into me, causing my body to bounce and rock lasciviously, as 
his hairy groin kept slamming into mine, until he started to come again. 

His massive hairy balls kept slapping into my quivering ass cheeks. By now 
my hips had gone out of my rational control. They humped up into his 
down-thrusting loins with a life of their own. 

I felt his come cream pouring into my cunt again. I shivered with the hot, 
obscene pleasure which possessed me, as he spewed wad after steaming wad of 
his scum into me. 

His cock was like a battering ram as it plowed in and out of my cunt. 
Finally I got very light-headed, and I started to pass out. 

I moaned loudly, and then I heard a scream behind me. 

The man humping me cursed. I felt his body get stiff, as he shot the last of 
his wad, and then he pulled out of me. 

I wanted to make him stay, but then I heard bare feet running across the 
ground, which was covered with coarse grass, and then I heard Sandra's 
voice. 

"Adele! Adele!" 

"Ohhh!" I moaned. I knew I was lying there, stark naked, which really didn't 
matter, but spread eagled, and feeling my juices, mixed with his gism, 
oozing out of my pussy, which still quivered with unsatiated lust. 

Sandra knelt down beside me, and my eyes fluttered open. I really had passed 
out lightly from that last orgasm. 

"Oh, Adele, you poor thing. You just lie there, and I'll get help." 

Sandra rushed up to the dune, where I had laid my clothes and a towel. She 
came back with my towel and her own, and covered me, and then she ran 
screaming toward the highway to get help. 

She had called my house, and my mother said I had gone swimming, so she had 
come down to join me. 

She saw the strange man humping me. At first, she thought maybe I was 
fucking one of the boys, until she got closer and realized that the man 
didn't belong in our town. That's the trouble and the blessing of a small 
town. 

You know who belongs and who doesn't. You can't get into trouble without 
someone interfering. 

She had seen me sort of pass out from my last orgasm, and screamed, thinking 
the man was hurting me. 

Now how can I tell everyone that I got raped an enjoyed it? The only thing 
wrong about the whole episode is that my boyfriends' cocks are no longer 
enough. I know their cocks will grow as they grow, but I keep remembering 
that man's huge prick plowing in and out of my cunt, and I cream all over 
again. 

CONCLUSION 

Adele didn't really need therapy. She had accepted the rape with good grace. 
I hastened to assure her that it was perfectly normal to enjoy rape, and the 
man certainly hadn't harmed her physically. 

Her attitude with regard to the shock her parents and friends sustained was 
also good. There was no sense, as she aptly pointed out, in upsetting them 
more. 

I did mention to the social worker that the skinny-dipping, far from hurting 
the children, was obviously good for them, and that they should not stop a 
time-honored tradition. 

Adele's story of her very natural and easy passage from childhood to 
womanhood with Andy was clear proof of that. 

The rapist was caught several months later in a town a few miles from 
Adele's town, and the police guard was removed from the beach. 

I assume that the children are back to their old habits of skinny-dipping 
and learning sex from each other-the natural way. 

CASE HISTORY SIX 

Subject: Karen B. Age: Fifteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Karen came to me one day in the normal course of my business, as 
psychologist at a large metropolitan school. 

I had hours there from one until three, where the children had free access 
to me, being able to make their own appointments to discuss their problems 
if they felt they couldn't discuss them with anyone else. 

The principal of the school had set up the program in conjunction with the 
Department of Mental Health of the city, thinking it would help bridge a gap 
between the adult world, and the adolescent world of the youngsters who 
lived in this turbulent urban world. 

I came to you, Doctor, because I don't know who else to come to. I think I'm 
either crazy, or I'm a bad girl. 

My mother told me not to go near those kids, the Black Skull Gang. And for a 
long time I didn't. I didn't even talk to the girls who hung out with them, 
because they're supposed to be as mean and bad as the guys. 

But there was this one guy who was a member of the Black Skulls, and he 
turned me on. He was in my history class. 

He used to always make smart-assed remarks. They weren't mean remarks. He 
wasn't like Artie, the gang leader, who was in my geometry class. He used to 
call the poor geometry teacher, Miss Quigley, a dried-up old maid, and then 
he used to tell her, right out loud in front of the class that he was going 
to get his men to gang bang her, and maybe that would loosen her up a 
little. 

Miss Quigley's a dear sweet lady. She lives with her invalid mother, and 
takes good care of her, and she's so gentle and sweet. You can always go to 
Miss Quigley after class if you have a problem, and she doesn't care how 
long it takes, she'll help you with it and she never loses her patience. 

And Miss Quigley never talked bad to Artie, or made nasty remarks about him, 
the way some of the other teachers did. She was as gentle and sweet with him 
as she was with all the other students. 

But every time Artie would threaten to have Miss Quigley gang-banged, she'd 
get very white in the face, and her eyes would tear up, and then her under 
lip would quiver. 

Then she would bite it, and say, after a pause, "Very well, shall we go on 
with the lesson, Arthur?" 

She never called anyone by their nicknames, and she never raised her voice. 

Anyway, this guy, Carl, wasn't smart-assed like that. He used to make 
remarks about the lesson, and they were very funny, and even the teacher 
would laugh. 

The teacher, Mr. Melton, always called him smart-ass, and when he made the 
wise cracks, Mr. Melton would then ask him a tough question, and Carl always 
knew the answer. 

He's sort of medium height, and very muscular. He's into Judo and Karate, 
and he even teaches it a couple of nights a week at the school in town. And 
he has dark blond hair, and very large brown eyes. I always loved staring at 
his eyes. It felt like I could fall in them and drown. 

Anyway, I always had this mad crush on him. Of course most of the girls in 
school had mad crushes on at least one or two of the gang. It didn't matter 
that they were very wild, they were still awful good-looking, and tough, 
sort of. 

One of the girls came in after a weekend date with one of them, and she told 
about being gang-banged by about six of them. 

They tied her to a table in a basement, and then they took turns fucking 
her. 

She became one of their girls, and could wear their emblem on her jacket. 

I always thought the guys were real exciting, and wondered why the so-called 
normal nice guys in school weren't as exciting as the gang members were. 

Most of them, as a matter-of-fact, are downright boring. 

like, take Jimmy Doanes, for instance. He used to be my date. He was the 
only guy my mother and father would let me go out with. Well, he spent all 
the time talking about his father's hardware store, which he was going to 
take over when he graduated from high school, and his wife and his kids, 
like he was a ninety-year-old man, instead of a fifteen-year-old kid, and he 
really isn't that smart. 

But the best I ever got from him was a goodnight kiss, with his mouth 
closed. What I wanted more than anything was to get my cherry popped. I 
didn't know the first thing about sex, much less have any experience. 

Anyway, this particular Friday night, we were at the pizza parlor, where all 
the nice kids hung out, which meant it was nice and dull, and I was having 
an argument with Jimmy. 

"I want sausages and mushrooms on it." 

"Come on, Karen, I don't have that kind of money!" 

"Oh, get off my back, Jimmy. You're just cheap." 

"I want my pizza with everything on it." 

"No!" 

"All right, I'm leaving." 

I got up and picked up my coat, and put it on. 

"You can't leave! Not after I brought you here!" 

"Goodbye!" I said. 

I started to walk out the door. Jimmy ran after me, and grabbed me by the 
arm. He was mad. 

"You made a date with me. The least you can do is keep it!" 

I pulled away from him. 

"I don't like you any more, Jimmy. I'm going home!" 

I started to walk down the street. Now, the pizza parlor is in the 
neighborhood where the Black Skulls hung out, even if they didn't go into 
the place. 

They drank, so they didn't need pizzas and Coke. 

Girls weren't supposed to walk in that part of town by themselves, but I was 
seeing red, and I wasn't thinking. 

I just kept walking. It was about half an hour's walk to my house. Jimmy and 
I had taken a bus down, but I was too mad to sit still. I didn't know what I 
was thinking of, walking in that neighborhood after dark, but I did it 
anyway. 

I guess I was so mad, I was looking for trouble! 

The next thing I knew, I felt a hand on my arm, detaining me, and I heard a 
familiar voice. 

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" 

I was still so mad, that I wasn't thinking, and I didn't quite see who had 
grabbed me by the arm. I yanked my arm away. 

"I'm going home!" I hollered, and I kept right on walking. 

Whoever it was, walked right beside me, keeping pace with me easily. I was 
walking so fast that it was close to a run, and I was starting to get 
winded. 

"Want a ride?" the guy asked, as I came to a corner, where there was a big 
crowd gathered watching two guys fight. I recognized the black skulls on 
their jackets, and I backed away a little, nervous. 

I looked up at the guy. 

It was Carl! I backed away from him, my nervousness increasing. 

"No, thank you," I said. I crossed the street, but Carl kept pace with me. I 
started to walk faster and faster, trying to get away from him. 

He laughed, and grabbed my arm again. 

"Hey, wait up! You're going to kill me if you keep walking that fast." 

"Then get the hint, and go away!" I said. When I get scared, I get mad. I 
suppose it's my defense. 

"Why? What did I do to you?" he asked, looking offended. 

"You're a Black Skull, and no decent girl in her right mind would be seen 
dead with any of you!" I snorted. 

I was very sorry I said that, mostly because it sounded as snotty as my 
parents who kept on telling me who I could go out with and who I couldn't be 
seen with, as if I were big cheese, or something like that. 

I mean, if we're such great stuff, how come we're living in a ghetto with 
all these other people I'm not supposed to be seen with. 

Then I felt bad because Carl really was a nice guy, even if he had a wild 
side. I mean, I had never seen his wild side. He was rough, and a smart-ass, 
and maybe he had to be rough to belong to the Black Skulls, but I never saw 
him pick on anyone, and I never heard him say anything mean. 

I stopped, and turned to face him. 

He was standing in the middle of the sidewalk, with his hands clenched at 
his sides. He looked mad. He also looked a little bit hurt. 

"I'm sorry," I said. "I'm mad, and I'm taking it out on you. But I'm not 
supposed to be seen with you, anyway. Thank you for your offer, though." 

I looked at him for a minute, and then I started to walk away. After awhile, 
he caught up with me. 

"Well, if you're not supposed to be seen with me, I happen to know you're 
not supposed to be in this neighborhood. How come you're walking here." 

So I told him. It all came pouring out; how I felt about my mother and 
father and their stupid snobbery, and how I felt about Jimmy Doanes, the 
cheap-skate who never even took me to a movie, and how my Friday night was 
spoiled, even if he was a bad date. At least he was a date! 

Carl laughed. 

"I'll take you to a movie," he said. "There's a good one at the drive-in." 

I looked up at him, and I know my eyes were sparkling. That's another thing 
my parents do, Doctor. They censor every book I bring into the house, so I 
don't read the wrong things, and they censor every movie I go to see, and 
believe me, most of them I can't see! 

Sometimes I feel like a positive retard! 

And then, I know nothing about sex at all. My parents don't talk about it, 
my girlfriends are so hip I don't dare display my ignorance, hoping I'll 
learn something when they talk, but they always talk around the bush, and I 
can't find any books on it, even! 

"No, I can't! What if Mom and Dad find out?" 

"Then you'll be branded a bad girl." 

"But they'll have me sent away. They said so!" 

"No, they won't. They're just intimidating you." 

I was really tempted, because I had such a crush on him, so when he grabbed 
my arm, and led me down a side street to this real fantastic, souped-up car, 
I got in without resisting. 

Actually, I think I am sick. You see, when he put me in the car, I was 
pretending he was abducting me. I sat far away from him when he drove to the 
drive-in, which was on the edge of town. 

We pulled in near the back where it was good and dark, which made me even 
more nervous. 

I was beginning to wonder what kind of an idiot I was, to let him do this to 
me, even if I was pretending to be kidnapped by a big, bad Black Skull! 

He kept looking at me out of the corner of his eyes, and grinning. 

"Hey! Are you afraid of me?" he barked in a loud voice. 

I squealed and jumped, he scared me so much. 

"Oh, you are, huh? Why?" he asked. 

I looked at him, at those big brown eyes, which were almost glowing in the 
dark, and I could have melted. I could feel my pussy creaming, and I didn't 
want it to happen. 

"I don't know. Because you're bad," I said. I mean, how could I answer him? 

"C'mere, babe!" he said, in this strange, husky voice. 

He grabbed me, and pulled me against his hard, muscular chest. 

"No, don't.. . ! " I started to protest, but before I knew it, his mouth was 
on mine, and he was kissing me. 

And it wasn't a stingy Jimmy Doanes type kiss either. He had his mouth open, 
and his tongue pried in between my teeth. I could feel it flicking against 
the tip of my tongue. 

It took my breath away. It was my first real kiss, and I loved it! 

I sort of just went limp in his arms, and he kept on kissing me and kissing 
me, until I felt I was on a merry-go-round, and my head was all throbbing 
and dizzy. 

I suddenly moaned against his mouth. It was hard to say then what I was 
feeling. I guess it was desire. No, lust! I was feeling lust, big, bad, 
dirty lust! 

I felt all weak and hot inside, and my pants were soaking wet. 

I don't know how he did it. As I said, he's awfully strong, but somehow he 
got one arm under my knees, and the other one around my shoulders, and he 
tossed me into the back seat of the car. 

I knew what was supposed to come next. I may be slightly ignorant, but I'm 
no dummy. 

He got into the back seat with me, and lay down on top of me. It took my 
breath away. I mean, he was so big, and strong, and demanding. He pulled my 
T-shirt off, while I was trying to press my hands against him, to get him 
off me. 

And all the time, I didn't know why I was doing it, because I wanted him to 
do it. I wanted him to fuck me. 

He laughed, when he started to take off my jeans, and I crossed my legs. 

"Aha!" he growled. "So you want a little game of rape, huh?" 

Well, I figured by then that he wasn't going to take no for an answer. No, I 
didn't figure it out then. I always knew it about him. I guess that's why 
the Black Skulls are so big and bad and scary to girls who haven't had their 
cherries popped. 

I mean, they're sexy! 

So he kept laughing, as he pulled off my jeans, and I kept kicking, and 
squealing. When he pulled off my bra and panties, and then started to take 
off his own clothes, all the time holding me down easily, I really got 
scared. 

When I saw his cock, I thought I was going to die. I honestly didn't think 
they were that big. 

"You'll kill me with that thing!" I screamed, as he spread my legs, still 
laughing, like it was a big game, or something, and then lay on top of me 
again. 

I was panting like a cornered deer or something. But the strangest thing 
was, even the feelings of fear I had, had overtones of wild pleasure in 
them. 

"I intend to kill you with it," he grunted. He pressed his huge cock against 
my virginal hole and his teeth gleamed in the dark with his broad smile. 

He rubbed his cock head up and down over my swollen pussy meat. 

"You're nice and wet and ready," he said. Then he put both his hands on my 
shoulders and lunged in hard. 

Well, at first, it was awful. His cock was so big and stiff and hard that he 
plunged balls deep into my cunt on the first thrust. 

The pain took my breath away. I felt my hymen ripping away from my pussy, 
and I felt the blood gush up and pour downward. 

He was awful quiet for a minute, as he looked down at me. My legs somehow 
were all tangled up in his powerful, muscular ones. 

I gasped, as I caught my breath, and the stinging sensation started to go 
away. I could feel my pussy stretching slightly to accommodate his huge, 
throbbing pecker. 

I don't know how I imagined a cock would feel, but I didn't think it would 
feel like that. As the pain went away the sensations were wild and very, 
very pleasurable. 

My body relaxed a little, and I closed my eyes, as he worked his arms under 
my sweating back, and pressed my tits against his powerful chest. I could 
feel the nipples puckering. 

I guess he had meant what he said; that he was going to kill me with his 
cock, and it would serve me right for messing around with him. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

Since Karen's time was up and I had another young person waiting, I made an 
appointment for her for the next available date, so she could finish telling 
her story. 

I guess I was telling you how I got my cherry popped by Carl. Well, there I 
was in the back seat of the car, totally unprepared for what had happened, 
but I started to enjoy it. 

He moved his cock in and out of me real slow, and the sensations were better 
and wilder than the wildest fantasy I had ever had frigging myself. I 
couldn't believe that a cock could feel so good! 

I could hear my breath coming in gasping shallow puffs, as his big body 
covered mine, and his huge peter nailed me to him. 

The sensations got hotter and hotter in my cunt, and I started to feel the 
cream pouring out of me heavily. My pussy syrup coated his cock, and it 
moved in easier and easier, and all the discomfort vanished, leaving only a 
scintillating wild kind of ecstasy that I had never felt before. 

I kept thinking to myself, I'm being fucked, I'm being fucked, and this 
crazy happiness sort of welled up in me, and made me cry. But it wasn't 
miserable tears, it was real, crazy happy tears. 

I really did feel crazy. As Carl's cock pumped in and out of my tight pussy 
I felt a wild orgasm stirring deep in my gut. And I cried harder and harder 
because I got happier and happier. 

I felt as if my whole body had emptied out. My bones had turned to jelly and 
my blood had all poured hotly into my cunt. 

I felt the convulsions ripple through my pussy. That's where all my strength 
had gone. I could actually feel my pussy sucking at Carl's huge prick. The 
muscles gripped rhythmically at his hard-thrusting pecker, and the spasms 
got stronger and stronger, until my body which was all fiery and trembling, 
started to writhe wildly under his strong body. 

For a minute, I thought I was going to float away, or explode, or do 
something absolutely crazy. I thought I was going out of my mind. His cock 
hammered in and out of me, and his thrusting motions got harder, and faster. 

His balls slapped against my quivering humping ass, and they got wetter and 
more sticky, as my come cream poured out of me, and covered my ass cheeks. 

As my orgasm peaked, I felt another fantastic sensation. I felt his come 
slit explode with his hot juices. 

That made me squeal, and writhe even more. My body felt as if I had 
absolutely no control over it. The only thing that saved me from really 
panicking at the powerful sensations which had gripped me, was Carl's huge 
body pressed into mine, and his strong arms around my back, pressing me into 
his chest. 

I could feel his heart pounding wildly against my tit, as he spewed load 
after load of hot, sticky man juice into my quivering cunt. 

My orgasm started to ease up, and then a warm, sort of afterglow filled my 
body. I still felt weak and shaky, but I wouldn't have given up the way I 
felt at that moment for anything in the world. 

My whole body felt as if it were made of jello. I thought I'd never stand 
and walk again, and I didn't care. I didn't care! 

And the stupid thing is, I kept right on crying, and I couldn't help it! It 
just felt so good, and I didn't ever want Carl to leave me. 

But he did. He shot the last of his wad into my cunt and then pulled out of 
me. His cock was still huge, and sticky-wet as it lay across my thigh, 
throbbing. 

I was sobbing like a silly little girl who's been spanked or something. 

He sat up, and then sat me up, and hugged me against his chest. I could feel 
all those delicious sticky juices pouring out of my cunt, and I didn't want 
to lose them. I kept squeezing my cunt tight, trying to hold them in, but I 
couldn't. They just poured out anyway, and got the back seat of the car all 
wet. 

"Shh! Shhh!" Carl kept saying, as he rocked me. Finally I calmed down a 
little bit. 

"Why didn't you tell me you were a virgin?" he asked, as if it were my 
fault. 

"You didn't ask me!" I said, hiccupping because I had cried so hard. 

"Well, you should have told me anyway!" 

"I didn't want to!" I wailed, starting to cry again. 

"Then why in hell are you crying?" he yelled at me, getting frustrated. 
"Because I'm so happy!" Then he just laughed. 

He got some kleenex and wiped up the blood, and even helped me to get 
dressed. 

He helped me crawl into the front seat. I didn't want to go, but he said he 
wanted to get me home before my mother called the police. She would have, 
too. 

"Want a Coke?" he asked me. 

I nodded. I didn't want to go. I wanted him to fuck me again. 

We drove out of the drive-in, and headed back to the pizza parlor. I didn't 
even think when we went in, about the rest of the kids, but they sure saw 
me. "Are you hungry?" 

I nodded. My pussy was tingling wildly, and I could feel the juices making 
it all mushy and wet again. 

"How do you like your pizza?" he asked. 

"With everything!" I said. 

Well, you gotta believe! Carl bought a whole pizza with everything on it, 
and a large Coke! 

I saw Jimmy Doanes glaring at me, and some of my other girlfriends staring 
at me as if I were peeing in public or something, but I didn't care. I just 
felt good, and I made a pig of myself on that pizza! 

And Carl drove me home. He insisted on taking me straight to the front of 
the house, and he waited until I was in the door, and it was locked before 
he drove away. 

He told me I was the first virgin he had ever had. I thought that made us 
kind of special, and frankly, when I went upstairs to my apartment, I was 
hoping he'd ask me out again, and wondering how I could sneak out for the 
dates. 

I didn't think I wanted to be gang-banged or take part in riots or things 
like that, but I really was crazy about Carl. 

My mother and father met me at the door with murder written all over their 
faces. 

"Where were you!" my mother demanded. 

It wasn't a question. They knew! 

I didn't know how to answer them. 

"Huh?" I said, like I was stupid or something. 

"Jimmy Doanes called, and said you left him, and went with one of those 
Black Skull thugs." 

Well, did my temper flare then! 

"Oh, fuck Jimmy Doanes!" I screamed. "And fuck you, too! You and your 
imagine ideas about who I'm supposed to be seen with and you pick the 
lousiest cheapest boy in the world, who won't even spend enough money to buy 
me a large Coke! Carl is in my class, and he's smart, even if he is a Black 
Skull, and he bought a whole pizza for me with everything on it!" 

I stormed into my room, leaving my parents white-faced and gaping at me in 
shock. 

Well, my parents didn't hit me or anything, but they told me I was grounded 
till the end of the school year. 

Carl did ask me out again, and even if I have to go home right after school, 
he still sneaks me to places where we can fuck, and he buys me little 
presents. 

And a funny thing happened, too. 

I told him Jimmy Doanes had tattled to my parents, and a couple of nights 
later Jimmy was attacked by some Black Skulls. They bloodied his nose and 
gave him two black eyes. 

I have a funny feeling I know who did it, but I don't care. And I'm not 
asking any questions. 

But I really feel like a bad girl, or maybe I am sick. Do you think I am? I 
mean, I'm turning into such an awful sneak! 

CONCLUSION 

Karen's story caused me no end of amusement, although I tried to hide it 
from her. 

I counseled her to try to make some kind of working arrangement with her 
parents, to get out of the house, that their punishment really was 
excessive. 

I did remind her that they might never think her way, but that she certainly 
wasn't sick or bad to enjoy sex; that I had some acquaintance with the Black 
Skulls, and they certainly weren't all bad. They were just coping with the 
stringent environment they lived in the best way they knew how. 

Her description of Carl certainly didn't seem to me to warrant any alarm. 

Karen seemed very happy with what I had told her. After a few sessions, I 
didn't see her any more, so I assume she worked out her own problems to her 
satisfaction. 

Some months later, when I was talking with one of the Black Skulls, I was 
told that Karen and Carl had been doing fine and that even her parents were 
making an attempt to get to know him. 

CASE HISTORY SEVEN 

Subject: Nan W. Age: Fourteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Nan was one of my private patients, whom I saw on a regular basis. The 
following are extracts from two of her sessions with me, following rape. 

She is a delectable fourteen-year-old, unusually well developed for her age, 
and very aware, both socially and sexually. 

She came in for her regular session quite animated. 

Well, it finally happened. After sitting here for two years complaining 
about not being able to find someone to pop my cherry, I finally found 
someone. Or I should say, he found me. 

I was raped, and if you breathe a word of it to Daddy, I'll do something 
awful to make you sorry! Because I loved every minute of it. 

I know you've been telling me to wait, and I know that Mom and Dad started 
to send me to you when they caught me trying to seduce one of my father's 
business associates, but I don't care what you grown-ups say. I was going to 
get what I wanted, and I finally did. 

Even after Mom and Dad caught me, as you know, I didn't quit trying to find 
someone who'd fuck me. But most of the men I met were just chicken, and I 
swear, half the boys in school didn't know what I was talking about. 

Friday night, Mom and Dad had a party, and all the best people were there. 
As usual, I ate dinner with them, and then wandered around. There were a lot 
of good-looking men at the party, and some of them were real humpy. 

Claire von Humbert, you know, the lady I told you about that I caught 
fucking Mr. Eustace's chauffeur in Daddy's library last Christmas, brought 
this tall, very dark, good-looking man, who was just scrumptious, and I was 
creaming in my panties. 

I tried to single him out, and I was doing a darned good job. I got him as 
far as the Directoire chair which is by the marble telephone stand under the 
front stairs, and was actually sitting on his lap, when Lisa, the maid, 
caught me! 

She put down her tray and grabbed me and brought me out to the kitchen and 
scolded me. 

"And zat man, oh, mon Dieu!" she screamed at me, rolling her eyes in the 
back of her head. 

"What's wrong with that man?" 

"Heem? He is a, what you call, a gigelot!" 

I giggled. 

"Is not funny, ma petite. You are too young!" 

"No, I'm not, Lisa! If I don't find someone to fuck pretty soon, I'm going 
to walk down some dark street, or out in the woods late at night and hope to 
be raped!" 

"But to pick a man like zat, ooohh!" 

"He's fair game. I saw Claire fucking Mr. Eustace's chauffeur at the 
Christmas party! If she can pick someone else's man, then I can!" 

The gardener came in with fresh flowers, which he gave to Lisa. Lisa pointed 
at me. 

"You take care of the little one, ehh? I weel be right back!" 

She took the flowers to put them in vases, leaving me with John, the 
gardener. He's a little bit elegant-looking. Mother occasionally talks about 
his secret mis-spent past, but I can't get any more information out of her 
than that. 

He's tall and dark-haired, and rather sexy-looking. He sat down at the 
kitchen table, where I was sulking. 

"What's the matter? What did you do now?" he asked, grinning at me. 

"Nothing!" 

"Nothing! Nothing at all!" Lisa said, bustling out to the kitchen. "She was 
seeting on ze lap of Monsieur Randolph, that's what eez nothing!" 

The gardener laughed, and I just sulked more. 

"You go to bed, ma petite. I weel come up to tuck you in," Lisa said to me. 

"Just remember what I said!" I exclaimed, thoroughly frustrated. "I'm going 
to get myself raped, and then you'll be sorry." 

"Sacre bleu, what do I do weeth the leetle one!" she exclaimed. Lisa is 
really strict with me, but she's adorable. I really like her. I think she 
cares for me even more than my mother does. 

Anyway, when she gets mad her French accent gets thicker and thicker, and 
she was getting so angry that I could barely understand her, even though she 
was trying to teach me to speak better French. 

I went to my room, and Lisa came up to tuck me in, and then she left. I was 
burning with excitement. I couldn't sleep, so I got up and looked out the 
window. I saw several people walking on the lawn, and then I saw Mr. 
Randolph, Claire's latest male acquisition. 

There's a porch which circles our house, and the window of my bedroom led 
right out onto the roof. 

I threw a pair of jeans on over my shortie pajamas, and slipped out. I 
really wanted to get my hands on that sexy man. 

I was creaming in my pants, as I slipped out the window. My heart was 
beating with the excitement which I felt. 

I got down off the porch easily, and started to walk in the gardens. I 
walked in the direction in which I had seen Mr. Randolph. 

After awhile, I heard these funny sounds behind a hedge. I peered over the 
hedge, and there was Mr. Randolph, with Mrs. Llewellyn! 

The sight just made all my juices boil in my veins! Mr. Randolph's tuxedo 
trousers were down to his knees. His muscular ass rose and fell in a wild, 
sexy rhythm into Mrs. Llewellyn's pussy. 

Her voile dress was up above her waist. Her legs were wrapped around his 
waist. I never thought you could fuck like that, but it looked interesting. 
Her ass was wiggling all over the place, and when Mr. Randolph's ass rose up 
in the air, I could see his cock appearing from Mrs. Llewellyn's hole, all 
gleaming and wet-looking. 

I was disappointed, because I wanted to fuck him, and I started walking 
toward the greenhouses and potting sheds. My poor little pussy was just 
crying for some man meat. 

All along the way I found other couples doing various things, and it just 
turned me on even more. 

I decided at least to frig myself before I went back to my room. Maybe I 
wouldn't go back to my room at all. Maybe I'd just do what I said I was 
going to do. I'd go walking in the woods, and hope there was a stranger in 
them who would grab me and throw me to the ground, and just ram his cock 
into me. 

I went into the potting shed. I like it. It's a nice big room, with all 
sorts of gardening utensils in there, and Mom and I go out there a lot to 
pot flowers and fix up cuttings, and it has chairs and a couch in it. 

Because Mom goes out there a lot, John keeps the place clean, and it always 
smells of loam and earth. 

I was trembling with frustration and sexual arousal. The shed was warm and 
dark and sexy with the smell of fresh earth and green things. At first, when 
I walked into the shed, I couldn't see anything, because it was so dark. 

Then I got this prickly sensation in the back of my neck, as if there were 
someone in the room with me. I took a couple more steps into the room, not 
knowing what had made me so alert 

I grunted, when I felt the body behind me. He came up fast, and put his hand 
over my mouth. His free arm went around my waist, and lifted me up, and the 
whole thing happened so fast I didn't even have time to react. The grunt was 
muffled by the rough hand around my mouth. 

At first I got terribly excited because I thought it might be Mr. Randolph. 
As the man threw me on the couch, and fell on top of me, I realized that it 
couldn't be Mr. Randolph, because I had seen Mr. Randolph fucking Mrs. 
Llewellyn. 

My heart was beating like a trip hammer. The man's hands ripped off my thin 
shortie top, and then I felt him fumbling with my jeans. 

I was too shocked to struggle, and when I finally thought of struggling, I 
didn't want to. I wanted to be raped. I wanted to feel a hot male spear 
piercing my womanhood. 

I moaned under the man's hand, as he ripped my jeans off, and then I felt 
his rough hand massaging my plump white pussy. I'm just beginning to grow a 
fine fuzz of hair, and I heard the man grunt, as his finger pried into my 
cunt cleft, and he started to rub my pink pussy lips. 

He ran his hand all over my body. I felt his hand massaging my tits, first 
one and then the other. 

My soft smooth skin was covered with goose bumps, as chills of pleasure 
rippled through me. I could hear his breathing getting harder and hotter, as 
his fingers kneaded my little nipples, and made them pucker. 

I started to whimper as the hunger in me built. My pussy juices started to 
flow like a hot, turgid river. 

The man's hand moved over my flat belly. My flesh quivered and jumped at his 
hot touch. 

Sometimes, when I thought of getting myself raped, I sort of resigned myself 
to getting roughed up a little. I mean, I always thought rapists got off 
hitting girls before they fucked him, but this guy wasn't hurting me at all. 

My pussy lips started to swell, spreading my cunt cleft. The man's hand 
moved down over my muff again, and I felt one of his finger pry into my tiny 
little hole. 

He wiggled his finger around, and the hot syrup of my desire, flowed over 
his finger, as he twirled it around. I could feel my pussy muscles clenching 
around his finger. 

He removed his hand from my muff, and then I heard the harsh rasping of 
metal on metal. The man pulled off his trousers, and then he lay on top of 
me again. 

I felt him place his huge cock head at the entrance to my cunt. I just kept 
my eyes closed. I still didn't know who it was, and I didn't care. I didn't 
want to do anything to discourage him from raping me. 

I wanted to feel his hot cock in my cunt. 

He started to push inward, and at first, his cock was so big, that I thought 
he was going to rip me wide open. I whimpered a little, when I felt my pussy 
walls spread as his cock pushed into my tight little hole. 

The pressure was incredible, and my whole body throbbed. At first it was 
uncomfortable, and .then it got better, as he pushed in farther and farther. 
I could feel the hardness and the hotness of his meat. 

I tried to relax as he shoved his cock into me, but I guess I was just too 
stiff. It started to hurt worse. I clenched my teeth together, to keep from 
crying out, because I didn't want him to stop. 

His cock head pressed against my cherry, and my body quivered as I felt the 
sharp pain. 

I anxiously braced myself 

He grunted, and then rammed his cock through my cherry. I felt the pain rip 
through me, felt the blood start to flow from my ruptured hymen. His cock 
pushed all the way in, until I felt his hairy, heavy balls tickling my ass 
cheeks. 

His cock throbbed against my quivering pussy walls, as he started to move in 
me. He pulled his cock out until only the tip of it was lodged in my tight 
tunnel, and then he pushed it all the way in again. 

The discomfort slowly faded, as my pussy walls stretched to accommodate his 
huge dork. As he pushed his cock in and out of me, the pleasure started to 
build, until it was stronger than the pain, which faded away. 

My body relaxed. I felt myself getting all hot and shaky with the passion 
which started to ripple' through my gut. I felt as if I had a fever. 

I bent my knees up, and that motion was a pleasant surprise. It opened my 
pussy meat wide open, and made it easier for the man's cock to slide in and 
out of my well-greased fuck chute. 

I felt as if I couldn't catch my breath, as the man's huge prick pumped in 
and out of me, faster and faster. His breathing got harsher as he pumped his 
huge prick into me, and I started to hump my hips upward. 

I could feel the hunger building in my body. I felt as if I wanted his whole 
body squirming around in my insatiable snatch. 

His chest rubbed against my small, ripening boobs, and the nipples kept 
puckering and tingling with hot pleasure, as his smooth hot skin massaged 
the sensitive tit-flesh. 

He took his hand off my mouth and I felt his hot mouth cover mine. His 
tongue snaked into my mouth, and ran all around the hot, moist inner flesh. 

I sucked on his tongue, trying to draw it into my throat. I was hot and 
wild, as his peter slithered in and out of my quivering cunt. 

Already I could feel the first rippling of an orgasm, which started deep in 
my cunt. 

His humping got hotter and harder. I could feel his cock head prying deeply 
into my pussy, driving the excitement higher and higher, until I writhed and 
wriggled under him insanely. 

He worked his hands under my back, and then I felt them moving down over my 
smooth flesh until his hands cupped my small firm buttocks. 

He pushed my hips tightly into his hairy, hard-humping groin, and then his 
humping became wildly furious. 

I could feel his cock swell in my cunt. I didn't think cocks were that big, 
but I no longer cared, because the sensations which took possession of me 
were so fantastic that I was beside myself with joy. 

He pressed my hips against his hips, and his cock whipped in and out of me 
faster and faster. His body became hotter and hotter, and it was soaked with 
sweat, which fell down on my hot, sweaty body, and poured off me. 

All the time, his tongue was fucking my mouth. I felt my pussy walls close 
in around his hard, hot prick, and then my cunt seemed to convulse. 

My hips arched stiffly upward, as his cock lunged into me with a wild 
frenzy. My pussy muscles gripped rhythmically at his cock, with harder and 
harder spasms, as my orgasm peaked. 

I squealed against his mouth, as I felt the orgasm ripple through me. 

Then his cock exploded with a thick, copious mass of frothing, steaming come 
cream. I felt it pour into me, bloating me, filling me up. My wildly 
convulsing cunt spewed more and more pussy juices, which got mixed with his 
gism. 

His balls which slapped harder and harder against my humping quivering ass 
cheeks, got very wet and sticky. They made wet slapping noises, as they 
slammed into my soft ass flesh. 

The man grunted like a rutting pig against my mouth. His tongue pried deeply 
into my throat, as his cock poured its heavy load of juice into me. 

He pumped gallons of the stuff into me, it felt like, and I just kept coming 
and coming, writhing and squealing noisily against his sweating, 
hard-humping body. 

And then my body got all shaky and warm and weak, as I started to come down 
from the wild, beautiful orgasm I had experienced. 

His body collapsed on top of mine. I threw my arms around his neck, and 
opened my eyes. 

It was the gardener! 

I just grinned at him, and let him fuck me again. He had a nice cock. 

And now I was a woman. I had what I wanted. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

The following week, at her regular session, I wanted to pursue Nan's rape, 
to try to work through the emotional implications for the irrepressible 
girl, but she had another story to tell, which was just as arresting as her 
first story. 

Remember how I told you I got raped, last week? 

Well, it happened again this Friday. No, it wasn't John, this time. John and 
I have been fucking regularly since he popped my cherry. I can't do without 
sex. I'm surprised I just didn't shrivel up and die all those years I was 
waiting to have my cherry popped. 

John had Friday and Saturday off, and Mother was giving another dinner 
party. After dinner, I had a glass of sherry, and talked with the guests, 
and then I went out to the kitchen. 

There wasn't a single guy there that I could have made, even if I had wanted 
to. Lisa was busy fixing dessert, which was to be served on the terrace in 
about half an hour. 

I kept getting under her feet, and finally she got annoyed with me, and told 
me to go out in the garden for awhile. 

"All right, I'm going out to the garage. I'm going to get into the back seat 
of Daddy's Bentley and I'm going to frig myself blind I" I said to Lisa 
crossly. 

"Very well," Lisa said, matter-of-factly. "Don't forget to bring your 
panties back. I would be very embarrassing if the chauffeur found them." 

Mother always said that Lisa was worth her weight in gold because she knew 
how to handle me. I guess I'm growing up. When I was younger, I didn't know 
what Mother meant, but when Lisa answered me the way she did, it made me 
laugh, and I stopped being cross. 

I went to the door, and Lisa asked, "Where are you going, Nan?" 

"I told you!" I laughed at her. "I'm going out to Daddy's Bentley and take 
off all my clothes and masturbate." 

Lisa clucked her tongue at me, and shook her head. I did want to frig 
myself. For two days I wouldn't have cock, and I wanted it badly. 

For some perverse reason, I decided to do exactly what I said I was going to 
do. I decided it would be a fun trip. I mean, there was always the chance 
that I could get caught, and that excited me. Not that any of my parents' 
guests this particular Friday night were so sexually interesting. 

They were legal colleagues of Daddy's, and they were all old, old, old! I 
suppose they were a nicer sort of people than the ones Mom and Dad had had 
the week before, but they weren't so exciting. 

I went out to the garage, and peered into the darkness. Daddy had just hired 
a new chauffeur and made the old chauffeur the chief steward in the house, 
in charge of all the other servants. 

I liked the old chauffeur, but the new one was much younger, and very 
good-looking. He was blond. 

I got into Daddy's car, and took off all my clothes, and then I lay down, 
and started to fondle my body. I made a lot of noise, because I was feeling 
so excited, and really, kind of perverted. Really! Getting undressed in the 
garage to frig myself, when I had a perfectly good bed in my room where I 
could masturbate undisturbed. 

I heard this low laugh. I gasped, and opened my eyes. The chauffeur was 
sitting in the front seat of the car, leering at me. 

I was so excited that I didn't care. 

"Well, don't just stand there leering at me. Fuck me! And what are you doing 
in the car anyway?" 

He got out of the car, and then got into the back seat, and removed his 
clothes. He had a tall elegant figure. 

"I was catching some shut-eye, waiting for your father to call to drive the 
Alwins home," he said. He lay down on top of me, and I moaned, and spread my 
legs, feeling my swollen pussy meat getting tickled by his hairy groin. 

He moaned, and fondled my tits, and I felt his cock growing. I reached down 
and fondled it, savoring the feel of it in my hand. 

Well, I guess you can't really call it rape, because I almost ordered the 
guy to do it. 

But it felt like the same thing, because he was a stranger, who had sort of 
interrupted me, frigging myself. 

He pushed his cock into my well-greased cunt. It was different from John's 
cock, and that added to my pleasure. Maybe if you have the same cock again 
and again, you start to take it for granted. 

Anyway, I got terribly excited as I felt his monstrous prick plowing through 
my tunnel. 

It was bigger, and longer than John's and the hot pleasurable pressure was 
intense, as I felt his huge shaft throbbing against my stretched tunnel. 

I started to hump my hips upward, as he drove his cock into me over and over 
again. 

The seat of the car was a sticky mess in no time at all, as my juices poured 
out of me. 

This guy really knew how to fuck. His name is Roger. I ran my hands down 
over his lean, muscular back, and fondled his ass cheeks. I love doing that 
when I'm fucked. It makes the pleasure hotter, when I can feel the man's ass 
rise, drawing his cock out, and then fall as he pushed his cock back in. 

Roger kept pistoning his cock in and out of me. He moved his hips in such a 
way that every time he slammed into me, his hairy groin rubbed into my pussy 
flesh, and tickled my clitoris. 

I felt like a wild abandoned woman, and I guess that's what I've become, and 
I like the feeling. I don't want to give up sex, or even do without it for 
one single day. 

Roger started to brace himself on his forearms, and then did a sort of push 
up. I looked down over my body, and my spread-eagled legs, and gasped, as I 
watched his cock, gleaming with my juices, appear and then disappear, as he 
slammed it harder and faster into my tight little cunny. 

He was looking at the lewd joining of our bodies, too, as he pistoned in and 
out of me furiously. 

I started to come. The sight of his cock spearing me was too much. I came 
wildly, my body humping up and down, sensuously like a snake. It was the 
most beautiful sight I ever saw in my life. 

John had never fucked me like that. I even reached down to touch his long 
spear, as he pulled it out of my cunt, feeling the sticky wetness of my 
pussy cream. 

I came wildly, as I felt him spew his hot juices into me. We fucked like 
that until Daddy called Roger to drive Judge Alwin and his wife home. 

Roger is more clever than John, because after he came home, he climbed up 
onto the porch, and he fucked me in my room all night. I had a sore pussy 
the next day. 

But I feel great, not being a silly virgin any more. 

CONCLUSION 

Nan's sexual development is normal. Actually, her rape is a moot point, 
since she had already evinced a desire for it in front of the gardener. 

Men will be men, and he obliged her without any evident trauma. 

The only thing I could do for the irrepressible Nan was caution some 
discretion. 

The sex life of the adolescent is far more active than most adults want to 
acknowledge. They tend to block out that period of their development in 
their attempts to control their children. 

In Nan's case, there is little or no harm done. She is still in my care, 
mostly for supportive therapy, to guide her through the turbulent years of 
her coming-of-age. 

CASE HISTORY EIGHT 

Subject: Winnie T. Age: Fifteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Winnie T. was sent to me by her worried mother, after she had been raped by 
one of the seasonal laborers that her father uses. 

She said that she thought her daughter had become rather withdrawn, and had 
refused to talk to her about it. 

Winnie was an exceptionally well-developed and extremely beautiful blonde. 
She was equally hesitant to discuss the matter with me, initially, but after 
some supportive encouragement on my part, she finally opened up. 

It all happened one Friday afternoon. I was helping my father bale hay in 
the north field. The laborers were picking corn in the west field, and 
digging up the potatoes in the south field. 

My father sent me to the barn to get the thresher. 

It was a beautiful day, and I sort of sauntered. When I got to the barn, I 
lay down on a hay stack for awhile, watching the golden sunlight filtering 
in speckled golden shafts through the chinks in the barn siding. 

It was like a magical day to me, and if an elf or a fairy princess had poked 
through the hay and told me I could have three wishes, I wouldn't have 
thought it was a dream at all. 

I guess I lost track of the time. Maybe I even dozed for a moment, because 
the next thing I knew, I was startled awake by the almost physical sensation 
of a shadow lying across my body, blocking out the sun. 

I sat up, and there was one of the hired hands, staring down at me. 

His name was William. A lot of the hands we hire at harvest time come every 
year, so I know them. This man was new, and he always made me shiver. I 
didn't like him. 

He had a way of looking at me that always made my skin crawl. 

"What do you want?" I asked, getting a little bit scared. 

"Your father sent me to look for you. He wants the thresher." 

I started to get up, but William walked forward, and pushed me back onto the 
hay. He stood over me, his legs slightly spread apart. 

I saw the bulge in his crotch, and tried to get up, wanting to get away from 
him. I may have been a virgin, but I was no dummy. 

He pushed me back down and lay on top of me. 

"And I want you," he added, his voice husky. His thick meat pressed into my 
jean-covered crotch. I struggled to get off his body, but he was stronger 
than I was. 

"Let go of me!" I screamed. 

He laughed, and his eyes glowed with lust. 

"Yell all you want. The barn's too far away for anyone to hear." 

He ripped my denim shirt off my back with one violent wrench. Then I started 
to cry, hoping that would dissuade him from his fell intent. 

He just laughed more, as he coped easily with my wildly flailing body. He 
ripped off my jeans, and then started to caress my body roughly. 

All my struggling was to no avail, and his hands moved lewdly over my flesh. 
I could feel my skin crawl at his touch, but at the same time, there were 
some very hot feelings coursing through me. 

My nippies puckered as he caressed my tits, and tweaked my nipples, and my 
breathing started to get very labored. 

I couldn't believe this was happening to me, on my own farm, in what I 
though was the security and safety of my own barn. 

I slapped his face in a desperate effort to get him away from me, to turn 
him off. He just laughed. 

With one of his big hands, he gripped my wrists together, and pushed them 
over my head, pinning them to the straw. 

With his other hand, he removed his own jeans, and I saw his monstrous 
phallus pop to lewd life. His cock was huge and red, and there was s drop of 
pre-come gleaming at the tip of it. 

Scared as I was, the sight of it turned me on. It was a funny sensation, 
being scared and wanting to get away from him, and at the same time being so 
enormously turned on by his prick and the fact that he was going to rape me. 

His hand moved down over my muff, and he caressed it. 

"I'm going to stick my prick in your sweet little pussy, and I'm going to 
make you come!" he said, his voice husky. 

His dirty words caused my pussy juices to start to flow. I was embarrassed 
that I was getting turned on, and there was no way I could hide my arousal 
from him. 

He laughed when his finger pried through my plump white outer lips, and he 
started to massage my inner pussy meat. 

His finger dipped into my honey pot, and I could feel my pink sex flesh 
swell and throb with desire. 

He spread my resisting legs with his hand, and then positioned himself 
between them. Still holding me tightly by my wrists. 

His cock was aimed like a deadly spear at my virginal twat. I felt his cock 
pressing into my flesh, pushing against my never-opened hole, and my whole 
body stiffened. 

And then his hips humped downward, and his cock lunged into my pussy. His 
first thrust was violent and his cock plunged into me brutally. I felt my 
pussy walls give way before the violent onslaught of his fleshy spear, as he 
pierced my womanhood deeply. 

His cock head rammed against my hymen, and ruptured it. I could feel the 
blood pouring from the ripped membrane, mixing hotly with my juices, and 
pouring down my cunt. 

The last thing I had wanted to do was to enjoy my violation, to surrender to 
this man's prick, but even as I felt the sharp pain of my defloration, I 
felt, too, the hot pleasure of his man meat stuffing my quim. 

His body was now pressed on top of mine, his cock throbbing powerfully 
against my wounded pussy walls. I could feel his balls pressing against my 
quivering ass cheeks, the heavy hair on them tickling my sensitive ass 
flesh. 

I moaned, as I felt his chest pressing into my tits, flattening them out. He 
started to move in me. He pulled his huge, hard dork out to the tip and then 
pushed it in again. 

At first his pumping in and out of my cunt was somewhat uncomfortable, but 
as my pussy walls relaxed, accommodating his huge peter more readily, the 
hot fucking became more and more pleasurable. 

I got panicked as I felt myself surrendering to his fucking, and I started 
to struggle again. 

He grunted, as my body writhed against his hard-humping torso. In my 
struggles, I arched my hips up, trying to knock him off me before I 
abandoned myself to the obscene act he was committing on me. All I did was 
embed his cock deeper into my cunt. 

I felt my pussy meat swelling even more as his hairy loins ground into my 
muff with each stroke. 

I decided to just lie still and let him get his rocks off. He kept swiveling 
his cock in and out of me, each thrust arousing more and more passion in the 
depths of my body. 

His body became hotter and it was covered with sweat, as his hips rose and 
fell in a lascivious rhythm, as he dipped his wick into my honey pot over 
and over again. 

My whole body felt as if it were on fire, and I started to tremble 
violently, and I started to cry again. 

I was desperate for him to get it over with. "Hurry up and get it over 
with!" I screamed at him. 

He only laughed at me. 

"I told you I was going to make you come," he said, his voice guttural with 
the hot lust which consumed him. 

My head tossed from side to side on the sweet fragrant straw as I tried to 
resist the incipient orgasm I could feel rippling in my belly. That would 
be, to me, the ultimate humiliation, to have an orgasm while I was being 
raped. 

But I couldn't help it. It happened anyway. 

He just kept stroking my pussy meat with his cock, which was now slimy with 
my pussy juices, and the feeling of it rubbing against my sensitive flesh 
got better and better. 

There was no way I could stop the explosion of pleasure which coursed 
through me, as his cock pried deeply into my cunt. 

I felt my cuntal walls close in around his cock. I felt the rippling turn 
into gentle spasms, and then my whole body seemed to convulse. 

His humping became harder and fiercer as the hot sensations coursed through 
me, consuming my body, obliterating my reason. My body went out of control. 

My pussy juices spewed in lavish, viscid streams out of my cunt, and 
trickled down my quivering ass, as I came violently. 

I heard him grunt, and then his cock seemed to swell in my cunt, getting 
bigger. 

Then I felt his gism pouring into me, adding to the heavy flow of my own 
juices. The sensation was indescribable. 

I had often wondered, when I was frigging myself, what it would feel like to 
be fucked, and now I knew. 

It was gorgeous! 

My orgasm peaked, and my body humped up madly against his sweating, 
undulating body. My legs flew up in the air, as I exposed more of my pussy 
to his hard-thrusting groin, desperate to increase the hot sensations which 
had taken possession of my body. 

He kept spewing heavy loads of his thick juice into me, as my pussy 
convulsed and my body thrashed insanely under his body. Even my ass-hole 
seemed to tingle with the pleasure which overcame me. 

I had lost all my inhibitions, as I squealed and squirmed under his body. 
The orgasm started to fade away. 

Unfortunately for me, it left me with a voracious appetite for more and more 
sex. 

William shot the last of his load, emptying his balls into my quivering 
quim, and then his body relaxed on top of mine. I could feel his heart 
pounding violently against my tit. 

My pussy muscles gripped at his cock. I bit my tongue to refrain from 
begging him for more, but I couldn't deceive him. 

He laughed at me, mockingly, and his great spear started to move in and out 
of my cunt again. 

While I still possessed a shred of my reasoning, I tried to resist him. This 
time, though, I didn't have to worry about it, because my father came into 
the barn, and caught William fucking me. 

It was obvious that he had deflowered me, when, with a great bellow of rage 
and anguish he tore the man off my body. I was covered with blood, and so 
was his erect cock. 

My father almost took a knife to his cock, but my brother, who had come in 
after him, stopped it. 

I just lay curled up, mortally ashamed of my wanton surrender to the rapist, 
and cried. I can't talk about it to my mother. She's no sexual prude, but 
how can I tell her that I enjoyed it, that I surrendered to the man's cock? 

I think she would be shocked and horrified. 

I think that's why she sent me to you. 

I have something else to confess, though. You see, after they booked William 
for rape, and he got out on bail, he came back. 

I really feel guilty about this. 

He came back the following night. I saw him lurking in back of the house, 
when I went out to feed the chickens just after supper. 

I saw him, and I didn't say anything. When I had finished my chore, I 
watched him, walking across the field to the barn. 

I followed him. I couldn't believe I was doing it. 

I walked into the fragrant darkness of the barn. I could hear his breathing, 
before I ever saw him. 

He came up to me and grabbed me, and this time there was no need to use 
force. 

I had to have him, I had to! I had to experience that incredible bliss all 
over again, and there was no one else I could think of to whom I could go 
and seek the relief I so desperately needed. 

He pushed me down onto the hay, and pulled off my clothes, while I, 
breathing heavily, struggled with his clothes. 

I spread my legs willingly for him this time, and felt his huge, hot prick 
plow through my tight tunnel. 

I came almost instantly, I was so hungry for his cock. He fucked me for a 
long time. 

The next night, he didn't come, although I waited for him, and I wept as if 
I were heart-broken. 

Well, that's the whole story, Doctor, and I don't know what to do. 

My pussy aches all the time, and the hunger is driving me to distraction. 

What should I do? 

CONCLUSION 

For all her cool factual knowledge about sex, Winnie was totally unprepared 
for the powerful emotional reaction she experienced when she was raped. 

This could be a failing among a lot of farm people. The people assume that 
their children, who know the technical aspects of sex by necessity, won't 
have any trouble with it. 

This is not true. 

Man, un-like animals, takes sex personally, and that means there is some 
emotional involvement, no matter how crude or violent the act. 

It took a few sessions of intensive counseling to reconcile Winnie to her 
awakened sexual nature, and to assure her, finally, that she was perfectly 
normal to feel the way she did about sex. 

GENERAL CONCLUSION 

As these case histories show, there is considerable ambivalence with regard 
to sex. It is as frequently accompanied by enormous pleasure as it is with 
pain. 

I would estimate that fully half the patients I have had who have had the 
experience of rape, have enjoyed it, and many of them have been awakened 
sexually by it. 

Lorene is a singular case in point. What 

Lorene did was very valuable psychologically. 

When she raped her boyfriend, in retaliation for his raping her, she was 
role-playing. Her insights into the problems a man might have sexually with 
the act itself, or with a particular partner are very valuable for her in 
terms of her sexual life. 

It will make her a more valuable partner to any man she has a relationship 
with. 

Lorene's case was one of my earlier cases, when I was studying the effects 
of rape. I have since used the role-playing technique to get my patients to 
come to terms with the sex act itself, and with the feelings they had about 
rape, if they have experienced it. 

It has proved to be an invaluable device for teaching people that it is not 
perverted or abnormal to enjoy sex, in whatever form it comes. 

The old adage which says, "If rape is inevitable, relax and enjoy it," is an 
important one to teach young girls. 

The very enjoyment will prevent bodily harm, and minimize the effects of the 
trauma. 

Nowadays, children are more "hip," as they say, and they seem to take such 
experiences, which are increasing, in stride. 


THE END
