Rape Of The Innocent Men Who Force Their Women
by Unknown 


INTRODUCTION 

I have done some work in the field of criminal mind having to do with sex 
crimes on my own, for a study I was making, which stirred the interest in 
some of the local politicians who henceforth approached me on doing a study 
for them at various prisons around the country. 

I was to study the men and their case histories and see if I could offer 
some constructive answers to the rehabilitation of the particular patients 
and also make some general recommendations on how to deal with sex 
offenders, to rehabilitate them so that they would be able to return to a 
normal society. 

I must confess that even I as a doctor was quite shocked by some of the 
stories these men had to tell of the brutality that was inflicted on their 
victims for seemingly no reason. In none of the cases did the offenders kill 
their victims, but in many cases they were violently violated, and in some 
instances the victims needed to be hospitalized after their attackers were 
finished with them. 

The following cases are exactly as they were related to me, with only names, 
places and dates changed. 


CASE HISTORY ONE 

Rick N. Age: 27 

Rick was a large framed, physically healthy male. He was quite attractive, 
and I could see where women would find him most charming, at least some 
women, women who weren't his victims. 

I had asked Rick to tell me the story of how he had ended up in prison for 
rape. At first he seemed somewhat suspicious, somewhat reluctant, but then 
settled into his chair, lit a cigarette and began talking. 

"I was just hanging around in the city one day and stopped into this coffee 
shop to have something to eat when I noticed this chick sitting across from 
me, watching my every move, 'staring at me. She was a good looking, blonde 
girl and I figured it was going to be an easy lay; figured that the two of 
us could have a good time. I mean the way this chick was looking at me I 
figured that she'd like to spread her legs for me, after all I was a pretty 
good looking guy and the chicks went for me. I knew that much. 

I got up from the counter and moved over to the table where she was sitting. 
"Hi," I said, smiling. 

"Hello," she answered, her voice with a little reserve. 

"Do you mind if I sit down?" I asked. 

"No," she answered a little bit hesitantly. 

"You out shopping?" I smiled, looking at all the bundles on the chair next 
to her. 

"Yes, I had some things I had to pick up." 

"Well, I know that this seems a little pushy," I said. "But I couldn't help 
notice you and I'm a stranger in town. I wonder if you'd like to have dinner 
with me tonight?" 

For an instant I saw a smile in her eyes and then it disappeared. 

"Well, I don't know." 

"Aw come on, well have a nice dinner and maybe a show or a few drinks 
afterward. Give a guy a break," I said, turning on the charm, giving her the 
biggest smile I could. 

"Well, all right," she said. "But I'll meet you later. I have to go home and 
change." 

"Okay," I said, feeling satisfied that she was sincere. 

We agreed on the time and place and she left. 

I had no idea what was going to happen. I hadn't planned on any kind of 
violence between us, I mean gee, I thought she was an easy lay. That's all, 
I hadn't planned on raping her. 

I arrived a little bit early and right on time she pulled up in a white 
convertible. I got in and she drove to the place I'd picked out for dinner. 

We had dinner and then I thought I should take her out, I mean I felt like I 
should give her the works for what she was going to give me later on. She 
was really a good looking chick and I wanted to make sure that she got what 
she so I'd get what I wanted. After dinner we went out to a discotheque and 
we had a few drinks and dances. They had a floor show and when it ended I 
saw that it was kind of late. 

I was shocked, to say the least that I didn't have to give her any kind of a 
line. She smiled at me as we were walking out of the place. 

"I live out in the suburbs. How would you like to come out for a drink? You 
can catch a train back later on." 

I smiled to myself and nodded to her, "Sure, that would be nice," I said. 

She gave me the keys to her car and directed me to her house. 

I didn't understand this chick at all. She seemed to have plenty of bread, 
with no visible means of earning it. She had a great house out in the 
country that stood surrounded by large trees, just the right kind of place 
for what I had in mind. 

As we walked in she moved to a bar and started mixing up a couple of drinks. 

"Why don't you flip on the stereo," she said. 

"Sure," I answered, moving toward the machine. 

In a couple of minutes we were sitting on the couch with some soft music 
playing, drinking our drinks. There was a small amount of conversation that 
didn't really amount to much and pretty soon even that ended. Pretty soon we 
both sat there thinking our own thoughts in quiet. 

The silence in the room was growing uncomfortably long. I didn't know what 
to say anymore. All I could think about was that snatch of hers and those 
big, fleshy tits that I'd pressed up against as I danced with her earlier in 
the evening. 

All of a sudden I decided that this was the time, I leaned over and took 
hold of her shoulders, laying a kiss on her mouth. I could tell that I'd 
taken her by surprise. She pulled back and the look on her face was one of 
shock. 

"Please-don't get heavy, I hardly know you." 

"What do you mean?" I tried to lighten the situation. "We're like old 
friends." 

"Seriously, you're a nice guy, but I don't want to give you any of the wrong 
ideas." 

"Wrong ideas?" I echoed, her words really pissed me off. I figured this cunt 
was leading me on all night and now she expected to give me a couple of 
drinks and set me loose on some commuter railroad or something. I wasn't 
planning on taking advantage of her. I thought that she would want it, want 
what I had to give to her. She gave me every indication of it all night. Now 
all of a sudden she was turning off, now all of a sudden she was playing 
hard to get. She didn't want what I had to give her, but I had news for her, 
she was going to get it whether she liked it of not. 

Maybe she needed to be loosened up I thought. So again I leaned over, my 
hand brushing against her breast and tried to kiss her. This time she didn't 
move back, she pushed me away and jumped to her feet. 

I was really pissed off with her now; I was really angry. 

I also stood up and my cock was stiff as a rock, there was no way that she 
couldn't see it pushing down my leg, straining against the tight material of 
my slacks. One look at it and her eyes widened, she stepped back and pointed 
toward the door. 

"I think it's time that you left. I think that youVe misunderstood my being 
friendly." 

I shook my head at her, feeling a strange thing happening in my own head. 
"No," I said, "No way, baby." 

She made a funny face and moved further away from me. 

I was on to her little game now. She wasn't going to put out. She just 
wanted to have a little good time with some guy cow-cowing and licking her 
ass-hole, but that wasn't for me, man. I was going to get what I wanted, and 
since this was the only thing that was available at the moment, this was 
what I was going to get-some of her pretty, tight-ass pussy. I was going to 
spread those cunt lips with my dick and shoot my load into that bitch if it 
was the last thing I did. 

I approached her again. She tried to wave me off wildly, pointing toward the 
door. 

"Look, I said you better get out of here. I'm not fooling around. I mean it. 
I don't want this to turn into something nasty." 

"Nasty," I mimicked her words. "Don't worry, baby. What I'm going to do to 
you isn't going to be nasty. What I'm going to do, you're going to love. I 
know what your kind of woman-likes. I know what you want me to do. You want 
me to take you, make you do it so that you can still have a lily-white view 
of yourself. 

"No," she said, firmly. "No, that's not what I want. I swear it. I didn't 
want to lead you on. If I did, I'm sorry. I was only trying to be friendly." 

"Don't worry, baby. You were plenty friendly, and now I'm going to return 
that friendship. I'm going to show you how friendly I can be." 

She backed herself into a corner and while she stood there I began to strip 
off my clothing. It was hard to read her eyes now. It was difficult to see 
what was happening in her head. I could tell there was a slight loosening of 
tension when I took off my shirt and tie and she saw my large, muscular 
chest and arms, but that was also a mixture of fear in that look. She knew 
that she was no match for me. I saw her eyes trail down over the thick, 
curling hairs on my chest that tapered toward my navel. I saw her eyes move 
down over my boxer shorts where my dick pushed at the material, straining to 
get out, straining to get into that cunt of hers. 

"It's a big cock, isn't it baby? You like them big?" 

She just closed her eyes for a moment and shook her head. 

"No-no, please don't." 

"Don't what?" I asked. 

"You know, please let's have no trouble. We had such a nice evening. Please 
don't." 

"What are you, some kind of nut?" I asked. "You expect to have a man just 
turn off after you pick him up in a coffee shop and lead him on all night, 
after you invite him out to your house, invite him out here into the woods, 
and get him all cozy? You want him to turn off? No way, baby, this dick is 
going to be in your snatch," I said, grabbing hold of my thick cock through 
my boxer shorts. 

I slid my shorts down over my hard, muscular legs and kicked them off. I was 
standing there, nude, with my eight inch hard-on sticking straight in the 
air, pointing toward her as I slowly advanced on her. 

She mumbled incoherent sounds now and tried to move further away from me but 
there was no way, there was no way she was going to stop me now, no way that 
I wasn't going to get my dick into that pink pussy of hers that was probably 
dripping for my dick right now, probably wet with her own excitement, her 
own participation. 

Whatever it was, I knew one thing for sure. This broad was going to get 
fucked before the night was over. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

Rick seemed much more relaxed for his second interview, much more willing to 
get directly into the interview without any preliminary warm-up time. 

So there I was, standing naked with this broad hiding from me. I really felt 
strange inside, I really felt like I was losing my head. All I needed was to 
get this broad down, with her legs spread. 

"Why don't you call for help?. ' I teased, reaching down and grabbing my 
cock. "Unless, that is, you don't want help." 

I could see the fear in her eyes, but I really didn't care at this point. 

"Listen, sweetheart, I'm going to get me a piece of that ass, so you might 
as well enjoy it, because I'm going to take it, whether you give it to me or 
not. I'm going to get my rocks off in that pussy of yours. So you might as 
well give in and relax. You might as well enjoy it, it will be easier for 
both of us." 

She didn't answer me, she just stood there, staring at me fierecely, shaking 
her head. "No-No, you're notI won't let you!" 

"You don't have any choice," I said, moving in on her. 

I reached out and grabbed at her, catching her sweater which she had draped 
over her arms. She moved away from me, and I held her sweater in my fingers. 
Dropping it to the floor, I moved in on her again. 

"No!" she said, "Stay away from me, just stay away from me!" 

"Make it easy on yourself baby, make it easy because I'm going to get 
it-understand that?" 

I reached out and grabbed at her again. This time I cought hold of her 
dress. She tried to jerk away from me, and ripped it from the neckline down 
to the shoulder, so that part of her dress drooped down over her shoulder 
onto her chest now. 

She grabbed hold of it and pulled it "back up, trying to hold it in place. 

"It's no use," I said, smiling. "It's no use. Get ready, baby, get ready for 
the biggest dick you've ever had between your legs." 

Suddenly she let out with a blood-curdling scream of protest, but that 
didn't bother me. I sort of sat up as we pulled up. There was no one around 
this place, no one to hear her screams. I could tell that she was frightened 
and it was strange that her fear seemed to turn me on even more, seemed to 
make me want to fuck her, even more. 

I took my cock in one hand and pulled back on it, pulling the foreskin back 
over the head of my dick, letting her see the red, thick bulbous head of 
flesh. 

It was moist and wet, and it was shiny from the light in the room, stiff and 
ready for action. 

With my dick standing straight out, I moved toward her again. I held my cock 
in my hand, waving it her, and letting her know what I wanted. I moved 
towards her, but she tried to get away again, tried to move away from me, 
but a quick movement and I had her. I grabbed her and quickly, with both 
hands, pulled her to me, pressing and rubbing my cock against the sweet soft 
groin of her pussy I through the material of her dress. 

She was fighting with me now, clawing at me, but I was able to take care of 
her. It was easy to overpower her. She wasn't a strong chick and I was a 
big, strong man. 

I reached down and took hold of her dress with one hand, ripping it down the 
front of her body, jerking and pulling with all my might, until I heard the 
material rip, and finally ripped down the seams until it was in two pieces. 
There was no way she could hold it up now. 

Violently I grabbed hold of her bra and let go of her. She was trying 
frantically to pull away, to move away from me now, but she couldn't. I had 
hold of her by her bra. I pulled her to me and began kissing her, trying to 
warm her up a little bit. My lips were moist and wet, and I planted soft, 
pliant kisses down along her neck, down onto her bare skin. 

The harder she tried to pull away from me, the tighter I held my grip on her 
bra, until I turned her lose and she began jerking and pulling. 

"Let's see what kind of boobs you have, baby! Let's see what kind of tits 
you have for me, baby!" 

I took a firm hold on her bra and yanked it downward toward the floor, 
pulling as hard as I could. Her body jerked forward and then back as she 
tried to break my grip. And then once again I jerked as hard as I could, 
down toward the floor, and I heard the snaps of her bra give way, and I was 
holding the material in my hand. Her ripe, voluptuous tits came tumbling 
free and instinctively she brought her arms up to cover them, to hide them. 
But then, immediately, she realized my next move is going to be her 
half-slip. 

I took the flimsy material in my fingers and yanked hard until the elastic 
top snapped and gave way. She tried to struggle with me, tried to hang on to 
the material, pulling against my own tugging. But it was of no avail. The 
flimsy undergarment ripped into shreds and lay on the floor, with the rest 
of her torn clothing. 

"That's quite a body you've got there, baby. I'm going to dig fucking it. 
I'm going to dig sticking this big dick up into that wet, slippery slit of 
yours!" 

"Oh, no, please!" she cried. 'Leave me alone! For gosh's sake, get out of 
here, just leave me alone!" 

"I'll leave you alone, but first I have some heavy action for you. First I 
want to get this dick in there. First I want to fuck the shit out of you." 

She tried to run from me, putting the sofa between herself and me, but I was 
quick-agile-and was able to outrun her, able to corner her again. 

I moved in on her now. She was like a trapped animal in a comer. 

Slowly I moved toward her. 

"No," she said, huddling in a comer on the floor. "No, no, please don't. 
Please, I'll do anything. Anything you say. Please, don't!" 

"Baby, I want it. And when I want pussy, I get it. You understand?" 

"Please!" she begged. "Please, no!" She crouched down in the comer and began 
to whimper softly, knowing that the end was near. 

She sat in the comer now, with her legs crossed, with her palms covering her 
cunt through the material of her panties. 

"Not a bad pair of tits, you got there," I said bending down now. 

"I wonder if they taste as good as they look?" I said, moving in past her 
frightened eyes and beginning to lick at the full, firm nipples. 

They began to stiffen. I could tell that even through her fear, she was 
enjoying it. She dug it, she wanted to be dominated and I, suddenly, wanted 
to rape her, wanted to make certain that she knew that she was going to give 
me her pussy, she was going to give me what I wanted, or else I would beat 
the shit out of her. 

I noticed that she couldn't keep her eyes of my cock. My dick was already 
pre-coming, stiff, solid in readiness for her and she saw it-she loved it. 
She really couldn't keep her eyes from staring at it. I took hold of it and 
gave it a few quick jerks for her, pulling the skin back, letting her see 
the pre-come that was on the head of it. 

"This is going to be for you, baby. You know where it's going to go? Right 
up your wet pussy, that's where!" I went on. "Right up that crack between 
your legs. It's going to turn your cunt on until you scream. You might as 
well enjoy it, because I'm telling you baby there's no way out, you're going 
to get fucked!" 

She just sat in the corner, shaking her head now, trying to move away. As 
she moved, her tits bounced on her chest. They were firm and full and 
excited me a great deal. In another moment, I moved in on her, forcing her 
back into the corner. There was no way out this time. Now I had her. I came 
up and stood directly in front of her, blocking her way. I had my cock only 
a few inches away from her hot, throbbing cunt, which was covered now by 
only her panties. I reached up and took hold of the elastic of her panties 
and began to move them down her legs. 

It was just that she had given up. She didn't resist me at all. I nearly 
gasped as I saw her pink slit coming into view. She had a beautiful body. 
Her tits were firm and well formed. Her skin was soft and sweet to touch. 

This broad was real wonderful stuff. 

I felt suddenly powerful. As I moved in on her, I could see her body was 
different. I could see her shudder with fear and I felt more excited than 
ever. She was now at my mercy. It was then that, for the first time, that I 
realized I was about to commit the act of rape. 

At first the idea frightened me a little, but then as I thought about it 
longer it appealed to me more and more. I figured that there was no way out 
of it. If I was going to go to jail I could do it for what I was doing right 
now and I figured I might as well get my rocks off. 

The word kept going through my head. 

Rape-overpowering-this chick making her do what I wanted to, making her 
submit. 

In another moment I had my hands on her shoulders and I was pulling her to 
me, pulling her body close to my own, rubbing my stiff rigid prick against 
the slit that moved from the top of her cunt to the bottom. 

"Come on, baby, move that snatch!" I ordered. "Move it now. I want it, I 
want it bad, you understand?" 

She tried to speak but could only utter sounds of disbelief, sounds that let 
me know that she couldn't believe what was happening to her. 

"Okay, baby, reach down and spread those cunt lips!" I said, getting to my 
knees. "Oh no, please!" 

"Spread them!" I said, taking hold of her thighs, and digging my fingers in, 
deeply. "Please!" she begged. 

Suddenly, I lost my head and took my hand, swinging it down on her bare ass 
as hard as I could. "Now!" I said. "Move! Spread those lips, baby, spread 
those cunt lips, baby!" 

Slowly, hesitantly, her fingers moved down toward her crack and, with 
shaking nervous fingers she opened her pussy to my view, opened them wide, 
so that I could see the inner lips, so that I could see the hole where my 
dick was going to go, so that I could see her clitoris, so that she was 
totally vulnerable-open to me. 

"You're going to enjoy this," I said, moving in closer to her. I took my 
tongue and licked at her clitoris, and then moved up and down her crack, 
licking at her outer lips, and then taking the meaty part into my mouth and 
sucking on it. 

I felt her lips give way slightly as I licked and sucked her cunt, as I 
nibbled gently with my' lips on her clit that was beginning to stiffen, was 
beginning to respond to my cunt cleaning. 

Now I moved up on her body, for I knew she was ready for a hard heavy 
fucking and I was just the lad to give it to her. I paused a moment for 
effect with my rammer at the gate to her cool gardens and I looked deep into 
her eyes. She had been excited by the cunt-lapping I had given her, but now 
a trace of her former fear had crept back into her eyes. 

I didn't give a shit, though, I let her have it, full force, up to the hilt! 
She screamed then, as much in surprise as in pain-even wet, her cunt 
couldn't take a monster like mine easily. I blasted it back and forth in her 
steaming hole, not caring if I tore her insides out. There was this tight 
itch growing in my balls, and I couldn't control myself any longer. I pulled 
all the way out for a split second, then slammed all the way back in as I 
felt the come bursting out of my staff into the dark pit of her guts. From 
somewhere far away I heard her scream as she went into her own come. That's 
all I remember until I heard the sirens. Some sonuvabitch had heard her 
noise and called the cops, and before I could get my pants up off the floor 
two harness bulls were busting in the door. 

CONCLUSION 

Rick's story is interesting to the professional psychiatrist, for it 
illustrates the classic mind of the rapist. The reader will recall that at 
one point in his narrative Rick reports that "The word kept going through my 
head. Rape-overpowering this chick-making her do what I wanted her to, 
making her submit!" Far more arousing, to Rick's way of thinking, than the 
actual physical beauty of his victim, is the fact that she IS a victim, that 
he has her in his power and that he can demonstrate this power to her and 
the world by raping her. 

Perhaps even more importantly, he can demonstrate this power to himself. For 
the rapist is, contrary to popular myth, not a super-virile stud whose 
desires are so strong that they cannot be satisfied in the normal way, but 
rather he is a man desperately unsure of his own sexuality, who must prove 
it forcefully, violently, to the outside world, and to himself. 

I am slowly bringing Rick to see this, and he is gaining some insight into 
the hidden motives behind his desire to force women against their will, but 
it will be some time before he can safely be returned to the world at large. 
Still, he is making progress. I feel he has much to be thankful for. 

CASE NUMBER TWO 

Jack K. Age: 31 

During the course of my studies which, of course, delved into a great deal 
of human sexual behavior, I had met many prostitutes and some of the pimps 
they worked for. But in all of my experience, I had never run across a man 
like Jack. 

Jack was slick, suave and very smooth. He was a pimp with a large stable of 
girls who worked for him. The main difference, however, between Jack and the 
other procurors I had interviewed, was that Jack never hired any 
professional prostitutes. 

He recruited them all, personally. And his method of breaking a girl into 
"the life" was by raping her. 

Jack told me, during the course of his interviews, that he had never hired a 
girl who had been on the street before. He raped every single one of them, 
initiated them to unorthodox forms of sexual enjoyment, and then taught them 
the business of hustling. 

Jack was in jail after having been convicted of a rape charge. However, 
unlike the others who were incarcerated for the same offense, Jack was not 
preoccupied with sexual matters in a personal way. It was only by chance 
that I got him to recount some of the experiences that follow here. 

Once I wasn't in any real hurry, coming from Rockland to New York, so I 
decided to travel in a relaxed atmosphere. 

I wanted peace and quiet so I got a room for myself. 

The moment the train left the station, I went to the bar car. I had already 
had dinner, so I wasn't hungry. There were only four or five people in the 
bar, but one of them was a sharp looking broad. It wasn't hard to strike up 
a conversation with her, since she was alone and we were both drinking rye 
and ginger ale. 

She turned out to be a model for some magazine chain, although I couldn't 
remember ever seeing her picture. But then, I didn't pay too much attention 
to magazine photos. 

I spoke to her for quite a while. Her name was Lorraine. 

A few things were said, back and forth, all of which had to do with sex in 
an indirect way. She didn't put out; she was happily married and things like 
that. 

Conning her into thinking that I was married and a family man, myself, I 
invited her back to my room for a nightcap-the bar had closed and our 
glasses were long since emptied. 

She thanked me and said okay. 

"Just get yourself comfortable," I said, when we got back to my room. I 
kicked off my own shoes, took off my jacket and loosened my collar. 

"Are you from Rockland or New York?" she wanted to know. 

"Well-" I hesitated. I didn't recall whether she said she worked out of 
Rockland or not. "Rockland," I finally said, hoping that I had guessed 
right. I did. 

"Too bad," she said, "that's a shame. I thought that if you lived in New 
York, we might-our families, that is-get together some time." 

"Sure," I liked, "but my wife rarely travels with me. She hates to leave the 
house. She's a real domestic type." 

I wasn't exactly sure just how to start with this broad. I pulled out the 
bottle and poured us a couple of stiff ones, hoping that would do something 
for her. She had been drinking with tall glasses of soda, and I thought that 
by not diluting it, it would hit her sooner. 

Apparently, it worked, for after a while, she began to relax and be more 
casual. Much of the "career woman" aura that she had began to fade and she 
became just another dame. 

"How does your husband feel about your traveling?" I asked, not knowing what 
else to say to her. 

"He doesn't seem to mind too much, so long as my trips aren't too long," she 
answered. "He can't go very long without me, he says." 

"Interesting," I said, puzzled. "How come?" Lorraine flushed. 

"Actually," she finally said, "He's quite a sexy man and he needs his 
satisfaction. And he says I'm the only one that turns him on all the way." 

"You don't say," I continued eagerly. "What is there about you that can be 
so satisfying-I mean, that your husband can't find with another woman?" 

"I don't really know," she answered. "That's just the way he says it is." 

"I sure would like to be in his shoes," I said, winking. 

Lorraine remained silent as if she hadn't heard what I said. 

"Still," I continued, "how does one find out just what that certain quality 
is?" 

Still she was quiet, sipping her drink as though she heard nothing. 

Close to her as I was, I leaned over and planted a quick kiss on her mouth. 

She quickly came to life. As fast as a bolt, she hauled off and whacked me 
across the face. 

Just as quickly I grabbed her arm and twisted. She let out a little squeal 
and struggled to get loose. 

Immediately, I found myself possessed. I don't know what came over me. I was 
pressing her back onto the settee, myself on top of her, my mouth smothering 
her trembling lips. 

She continued to struggle under me, but it was useless. 

My hands insisted on having their liberty, and I found them on her tits, 
which felt firm, although encased in a rather large brassiere. 

As I raised myself off her, she didn't say a word. She stared daggers at me. 

"No sense being mad at me," I said defensively. "You shouldn't be so damned 
sexy." 

I could have sworn I saw the traces of a smile play at her lips, but it did 
not turn into a grin. 

"Like I said," she began, her voice quite level, "back in the club car-I 
don't put out. I'm quite happily married. My husband is capable of 
satisfying my every sexual need. I don't need to rely upon the ability of 
strangers to attempt it." The sound of her voice was distant, remote, cold. 

"Just hold on a minute," I said, "you didn't seem to mind that kiss, and 
I've got more to offer, you can be sure." 

"I'm not going to find out," she said, flatly. "You invited me here for a 
drink or two and I accepted. I took you at your word. The least you can do 
is to be decent and not give me a hard time." 

"Sweetheart," I said, "I'm not giving you a hard time. I'm getting horny. 
You're too much for one man to have-you should be shared-with this," I 
finished, squeezing my cock. 

Her gaze moved to my hand over my groin, and then back to my eyes. "Not 
interested," she said, "keep it." 

"How can you be so sure? You haven't seen or felt it. How do you know you 
wouldn't be pleased, or at the very least turned on?" 

"Like I said, Jack, I'm not interested. I have a husband who can more than 
satisfy me-the way I like to be satisfied. I don't know why you think I 
should need anyone else." 

"Wait a minute sweetheart," I said, "no broad just comes back to a man's 
private sleeping room on a train for a simple drink. There's something else 
on her mind." I paused. 

"I thought that it would be nice to be courted. You see, at home I'm never 
courted. My husband is there and he is at my beck and call whenever I want 
him and for whatever I want him. I just wanted to feel the adventure of 
being with a stranger." 

The career woman had returned. I could tell by her voice, everything about 
her now told me that. 

"Have you found out?" 

"Not exactly-yet," she answered. 

"What more does it take?" I quizzed. 

"I'm not quite sure," she answered. "An experience is fun, and unless it is, 
there is nothing to anticipate." 

"Would you like me to kiss you again?" I asked. 

"I really wouldn't mind," she answered, flatly. 

Without thinking I did. Only this time I wasn't as forceful or as rough. And 
neither was she so brittle. I could feel her body relax, rubbing against 
mine. 

"I'd like something from you." 

"What is that?" she asked, carefully. 

"I'd like to see you strip for me," I said quickly. 

"Strip?" 

"Strip." 

Without another word, she stood and began to slip off her suit jacket. She 
did it in such a way that, although she still had everything else on, it was 
sexy; like a real stripper. 

Then she pulled her blouse from her skirt and slowly, teasingly, undid each 
button, beginning at the top. 

As she did so, the material was pulled apart by her pressing busts. I could 
see the delicate line of her breasts, the soft glow of her almost white 
complexion. 

I found myself becoming aroused. The blouse had been slipped off and lay in 
a heap next to her jacket. 

"Enough?" she asked. 

"Strip." I said, trying to keep the excitement from sounding in my voice. 

She opened her skirt and let it slip down over her broad hips, toward the 
floor. Gracefully, she bent and picked it up and folded it neatly. 

She removed the rest of her clothes leaving her only in her panties and bra. 
Both were of a pink material. The bra, however, was of a heavier texture and 
his her breasts. 

Her pink panties turned me on. They were very sheer, and I could make out 
the dark patch of her pubic hair beneath the material. 

I couldn't contain my excitement. My cock was coming to full attention, 
confined, as it was, in my tight shorts. It pressed madly against the 
material. 

"Enough?" she repeated. 

"Strip." I demanded. 

I stood and began removing my clothes. To my surprise, she didn't bat an 
eye. I had expected her to stop me, but she did not. She seemed to be 
pleased by what I was doing. 

Brazenly she reached up and unclasped her bra and removed it. Her huge 
breasts came into full view; full, firm, pink. The dark brown disks 
signified her nipples, which, at this point, were beautiful tips in the 
center of her breasts. 

"Enough?" she asked once again. 

"Strip, baby, strip! I want all of you naked, not just part of you." I 
answered. 

She slipped her thumbs into the elastic at her waist and pushed her panties 
down. She did this slowly, as though she were waiting for me to explode, or 
give some sign. I didn't know what she was really expecting, but I was 
enthralled by what she was doing. 

Meantime, I had managed to strip to my shorts, which did little to conceal 
my stiff cock. 

She stepped out of her panties and flipped them onto the floor next to her 
clothing, her eyes met mine. 

"Now, are you satisfied?" she asked, impersonally. 

"You have some body," I answered. "Here, you don't even know me; know 
nothing about me, and yet you stand in front of me and calmly strip, almost 
like you were sitting at the table eating a bowl of corn flakes. What's with 
you, anyway?" 

"Isn't that what you wanted?" she asked. 

"Yes, but-" I was stuck for words. 

"Well, now you have it. You have me in the nude, just as you wanted. 
Now-will you do something for me?" she finished. 

I noticed a gleam in her eye. 

I'd seen that look before. 

I returned her stare. 

"What's that," I looked at her cautiously as I asked, bracing myself for the 
worst. "Eat me!" she said. "Eat you?" 

"Eat me. You wondered what my husband saw in me that he found so good-now 
find out for yourself." 

"Sorry, baby," I said, "I don't go that route. I can't get past the smell-" 

"What smell?" she cut in. 

"Pussy, baby-it has an odor that while it isn't unpleasant, isn't exactly 
what I would call appetizing." 

"Then," she started, "I guess you'll never know what my husband finds so 
intriguing about me." 

"Have you ever sucked his cock?" I countered. 

"Often." was her reply. "Then suck mine." 

For a moment, she was taken aback. I don't believe she was ready for that. 

"Why should I?" she asked. 

"Just because I asked you to," I answered. 

"Hardly a sufficient reason," she said. 

"What more reason do you need? The right time of day, the right 
surroundings? What?" 

She was silent. 

"I've got an idea," I suggested. "If you'll suck my cock, I'll try your 
cunt. How about it?" 

She stood still for a few moments, then approached me, falling to her knees 
and pulling my shorts down. My cock popped free and danced in front of her 
mouth. She was at the proper height. She only had to lean forward and open 
her mouth. 

Christ! What a mouth! She went all the way down on me in one swift motion. I 
could feel the heat of her throat as she sunk all eight inches into her 
face. 

She was some pro, and it was easy to understand how she could satisfy her 
man. 

After a little of this, she abruptly stood up-just as I was really getting 
with it. 

"Aw, don't stop," I moaned, almost panting from the excitement of it. 

"Your turn," she announced. 

She was standing with her feet apart, her hands on her hips, her pelvis 
thrown forward, waiting for my mouth. 

Instead, I approached her and covered her lips with mine. At the same time, 
I placed a hand on her snatch and began to rub it, teasingly, coaxingly, 
pressing inward as I did so. 

She was a cold woman, but she was responding and I could feel her hips 
twitch, and although she was trying to fight the feeling, she was losing 
ground. 

I persisted. I pressed deeper into her. 

"Don't do that," she whispered. 

"Why?" I asked, "don't you like it?" 

"Please-don't-" she moaned, her excitement sounding heavily in her voice. 

"But you like it, don't you-don't you?" 

"Yes-but-but I shouldn't-" she begged. 

"That's what that cunt's for," I pressed, "that is exactly what it's for-it 
isn't to eat, baby-it's to be fucked-with cock-stiff cock-" 

"No-no-no-" she whimpered. I looked into her eyes. They were half closed, 
distant. I knew I had gotten to her. 

"Tell me," I whispered into her ear, "doesn't that feel good." 

"Yes-but-" 

"Then that's all that matters," I insisted. "That's the way it should be-and 
it would feel even better if you had something big and hard in there-like my 
cock-instead of my fingers-how about it?" 

"No-no-" 

"Yes--. . . 

"No-please-" 

"Yes, baby-you want it, admit it-say you want it-say it." 

"But, I-I-" 

"You, what?" I pressed on. "I-I know it's wrong." 

"Wrong? How can anything that good be bad?" 

"I shouldn't-" 

"But you want it-don't you?" 

"Yes-yes-" Her voice was so soft, I could hardly hear it. 

I shifted my position so that I was square in front of her, my cock pressing 
between her legs- 

"Baby," I said, "It's there-all you have to do is take it-go on, take it-" 

As I said this, I could feel her shifting her weight-aligning herself before 
me-getting ready to impale herself. 

"Go on, baby," I coaxed, "Take it-take it like you want it-" 

I felt her press, tentatively, against the head of my throbbing cock. I felt 
her bear down on it; felt it nudge its way inside her warm crack, felt it 
slip into the moist inner cavity. She whimpered. "It hurts-I can't-" Without 
moving the rest of my body, I reached behind her with one hand and gave her 
a sound slap on the cheek of her ass. 

The shock of the contact caused her to lunge forward, onto my cock, driving 
it into her. 

Her scream was muffled by the whistle of the train. 

Once in, I pressed her back onto the bed and rode her, slipping my cock in 
and out of her, feeling the flesh of her inner cunt cling to the skin of my 
cock, as though fearful of losing it. 

All the while I was pounding into her, she was moaning- 

' 'Oh-oh-don 't-don't-" 

"Don't what, baby?" I panted. "Don'tstop? Huh? Is that what you want to say? 
Don't stop?" 

"Don't-please don't-" she repeated. But even as she said this, her hips took 
up a matching rhythm to mine. Her cunt came up to meet my every lunge, 
pressing itself onto me with a nagging vengeance. 

I couldn't keep the pace. My hips were cramping. My cock was wending its way 
so deep into her it felt ready to fall off. My load was building in my nuts. 

"Want it, baby?" I inquired, "Want that hot load? Want it up there-deep up 
there-up that pussy-right? You won't stop me now, will you? You wouldn't, 
would you? You can't, can you? Can you?" 

"Don't-no-" was all she could mumble. She was caught up in the current of 
ecstasy; she was beside herself. She couldn't have stopped is she had to. 

And I continued to thrash into her, knowing with each plunge that it might 
be my last. 

And finally, that last plunge was upon me. As I hit bottom, I felt the head 
of my cock swell, felt the shaft of my cock go more rigid, as though in a 
spasm. And then I felt the warmth of my own load filling her cunt; felt it 
being churned by my own throbbing, twitching cock. 

The feeling was too much for her, for as I came, so did she. Her nails were 
clawing my back; her legs were wrapped around me, clamping me to her, and 
she was emptying herself onto my cock, forcing her own juices to mix with 
mine, forcing them to fill her channel and be pulled out by my lunging cock. 

The slushing sound continued so long as I continued to work my hips. It grew 
louder and louder as I pulled more of the thick fluid from her. 

Her own hips were working spasmadocally, grinding and twitching, jerking and 
heaving. Her cunt was taking an erratic ride along the length of my meat, 
and she was out of her mind for it. 

Even after she had finished her orgasm, and I had started to go soft, her 
hips continued to thrash up against me, continued to milk my wild, wilting 
cock of every last drop, continued to suck it from me like a powerful 
vacuum. Her muscles worked the whole length of my shaft, milking it, pulling 
it, squeezing it. 

But finally, I could take it no more. I tried to pull free of her. She would 
have none of it. She insisted we lay locked that way. 

And that was the way we fell asleep- 

And woke up as we heard the porter announcing our arrival in New York the 
following morning. 

CONCLUSION, Jack's case is atypical in that the affair he tells of here was 
more of a mutual seduction than a rape. However, there was a certain amount 
of unwillingness on the part of the woman, Lorraine, and he overcame it by 
resorting to his professional techniques of force. 

Jack is unlike the other rapists interviewed in this study in that he used 
rape to recruit his stable of girls. However, the role of pimp can only be 
played successfully by the type of man who has difficulty forming a close 
personal relationship with women, who has difficulty in perceiving women as 
persons rather than objects. Thus he is able to manipulate them casually and 
unfeelingly, for to him they are little more than merchandise to be sold. 

From this attitude to the extreme alienation from women of the rapist is but 
a short step. I was able to convince Jack that he was heading for trouble of 
a personal nature if he persisted in his "career" of pimping. Though he 
still has a long way to go, I am convinced that he is on the road to 
recovery, and a more useful place in society. 

 CASE HISTORY THREE 

George was considered a model prisoner who unlike most of the other people I 
saw in my study was sent to me not only to further my study on sex 
offenders, but also for my recommendation as to whether or not I felt that 
he was ready to be released back into society. 

George seemed like a warm, quiet kind of man. Although he was a large, 
muscular man he didn't seem like the kind of person who would commit the act 
of rape. 

But I was yet to learn about why this man had in fact raped a woman. 

Gee, I don't know exactly what to say about it all. I mean I don't know 
where to begin. I never left the little town that I was born in. I went all 
through school just hanging on by sheer luck. After school I just did any 
kind of work that I could get my hands on and went on. At least that's the 
way it was until-well you know. Until that little incident with the law. I 
mean-I never wanted to rape anyone. After all, I loved the girl, she was the 
only one who ever showed me any kindness. Most of the girls in town avoided 
me. I wasn't a dancer or anything, and I wasn't very good on a date, or at 
parties. 

Carol used to date me and even put up with me at dances, although we did 
spend most of our time sipping sodas and stuff. Most of the time, we went to 
the movies in the next town, and things like that. We used to neck in the 
balcony, but we never really got serious with anything. 

I was between jobs and drinking, and I had forgotten that we had a date that 
night. Somehow, I was home when she came by. I was flabbergasted that she 
came by, until I realized that I was supposed to take her to the movies. 

I gave her a soda and dashed upstairs and cleaned myself. In a short while, 
I was ready and we left. 

We went to the movies, and as usual, we necked. I even played with her tits 
a little and she didn't seem to mind. At least, I don't remember that she 
ever stopped me. 

After the movie, we stopped for a sundae, and then headed home. But on the 
way, I took a detour. I took the long way home, really, taking country roads 
that were pretty desolate. 

I decided to park and pulled over to the side of the road. Carol looked at 
me kinda surprised. 

"What's the matter?" she asked. 

"Nothing," I answered. 

"Well, why have we stopped?" 

" 'Cause I want to be alone with you for awhile," I stammered. She was 
getting me all mixed up with her questions. 

"George, please. I have to be up early in the morning. Will you please take 
me home?" 

"But Carol," I protested, "can't we just stay a little while?" 

"Well-" 

I took that as consent and slipped out from behind the wheel toward her. I 
put my arm over her shoulder, and like always, she didn't stop me. 

"You know," I began, "You and I have known each other for a long time. We've 
never really thought of much except social outings and all." 

"What do you mean?" she inquired. 

"Well-" I stammered, "-when a fella and a girl go sorta steady for better 
than a year, there otta be more than a weekly movie, or dance-or some thin'. 
There should be some sort of bond between them-something that they can call 
their own." 

"George," she said, "You're not making any sense. Will you please come to 
the point?" 

"Well-" Again, I was stuck for words. "Well, the only thing we've done is 
kiss, like a couple of chickens or something. We ain't done nothing more. 
Don't you think its about time we did?" 

"George," she said, somewhat frustrated, "A girl doesn't have sex with her 
brother, if that's what you mean." 

"Brother?" I asked. "I'm not talking about your brother. I didn't know you 
even had a brother." 

"Oh, silly," she giggled. "I don't. But I think of you as my brother, 
honestly. Sometimes you make me laugh." 

"What do you mean you think of me as your brother?" I said. I was puzzled. 

"Well, even though I go steady with Bill, I also go out with you now and 
then. Bill knows all about it, and he understands. He thinks of you as my 
brother, too. That's why he isn't jealous." 

"You mean-I" I said-"you mean you aren't my girl, you're my sister?" I was 
more puzzled than ever, now. 

"Certainly, you silly," she giggled. "None of the other girls have anything 
to do with you and I felt sorry for you. Bill and I discussed it and he 
agreed that I could go out with you now and then." 

I didn't say anything. I was seeing red. So many things had suddenly fallen 
into place. What I thought was affection was sympathy. What I thought was a 
girl friend, was a social worker. I was fuming. 

I sat there moping, lighting back my anger. 

"George-" Carol was uncertain of my reaction. "George-you aren't angry with 
me, are you? I like you and all that, but I couldn't ever go steady with you 
or anything like that." 

That did it! I couldn't hold myself back. 

Before I realized what I had done, I had hit her across the cheek with the 
back of my hand. 

"George!" she screamed, shocked. 

"Shut up!" I spat at her. "You think I'm some kinda dummy or something?" You 
think I ain't got no sense or no feelings? You think I ain't got no cock?" 

I was busy fumbling with my pants. 

"Well, look at this and tell me if it ain't a cock!" 

I pulled my limp cock into view, clearly visible to her. 

"You should be ashamed! Before you get into trouble, you'd better put that 
away!" Her voice was tense and excited, worried. 

"I'm gonna put it away, alright. I'm gonna put it right up your cunt, that's 
where I'm gonna put it! Nobody's comin' up this road at this time of night 
and I'm gonna up and fuck you right here! What do you say to that?" 

She opened the door and got out of the car, slamming the door behind her. 

"You're sick! You're out of your mind. You know better than to do that-to 
me, especially. After I've been so good to you, that's no way to be." 

"After you've been so sympathetic and taken care of me like a sick horse, 
you mean," I shouted. "Well, that's over. You can go back to your goddamn 
Bill. After I've fucked you! After I've showed you what a man can be!" 

I got out of my side of the car and headed around the hood, after her. She 
started walking quickly down the road, back to the main highway. 

"George," she shouted over her shoulder, "If you so much as touch me, I'll 
scream! I'll call the police!" 

"Go ahead," I said, "Scream. Call the cops. Whose gonna hear ya way out 
here." I was right. There wasn't a soul within ten miles. I don't even, 
think there was a horse or a cow for five miles. 

"Now George, please," she coaxed. "Be a good boy and take me back to town. 
Let's act like adults, not like a couple of foolish children." 

"You're right, doll, let's act like a couple of adults; let's fuck. Kids 
don't fuck. They only play around." 

I caught up with her and spun her around to face me by grabbing her 
shoulder. I glared at her; I was still seeing red. 

And I could see from the expression on her face that she was just a little 
more than alarmed. 

"You take me for a dumb kid who ain't got no sense, huh?" I asked. "Well, 
doll, I got cock, and it don't take no sense to use that. All it takes is 
cunt-and you got that-so let's get together, shall we? "Now George-" 

"Now George, nothing," I shouted. "Get those clothes off before I rip 'em 
off!" 

She was frozen to the spot. 

"I said get your clothes off!" I repeated. "I ain't gonna tell you no more!" 

In the meantime, I was pulling my shirt over my head, not even bothering to 
unbutton it. I had already kicked off my shoes. Now I was busy with my 
levis. I wasn't wearing any underwear, so I was nearly stripped. 

Carol hadn't moved. She stood there, staring at me. 

"I told you twice, and I ain't tellin' you no more!" I said, glaring at her. 
Still, she didn't move. 

I reached forward and caught the sleeve of her dress and yanked. I heard the 
material give. I saw that I had only pulled the sleeve off her summer dress. 
But she got my point. 

She took a couple of steps backward and braced herself against a tree. 

"George," she said, her voice shaky, "Please don't do this. You'll only get 
into trouble-I'm warning you-please, don't." 

I didn't answer her. I only glared and moved in closer. Again I reached out 
and grabbed the material of her dress. This time it wasn't the sleeve that 
gave. This time it was the dress itself. I heard the material rip in protest 
to the strain. The whole front of it ripped away from her. 

She screamed. 

That's what I wanted to hear. I felt it vibrate in my hardening cock; felt 
it stimulate it. felt it cause and extra throb to shake it. 

"Please!" she wailed. "Look what you've done!" 

"That ain't half of it," I sneered, both anger and excitement driving me on. 

One step brought me next to her. Roughly I pulled her lips to mine. And as 
roughly, I kissed her, shoving my tongue into her mouth. 

When I turned her loose, she gasped for breath. I think she was dumbfounded. 
"Like that?" I asked, and without waiting for an answer, I continued, "well, 
that's just the beginning." 

I grabbed her again and pulled her body to mind. At the same time, I reached 
under her dress and found her underpants. Roughly I pulled and tugged on 
them until they tore into shreds. All the while she was struggling to be 
free, pounding my back and my chest, trying to shove me away from her. 

"Baby," I said, "You and me's gonna prove what a man I am. I'm gonna ram 
this cock into that cunt of yours whether you let me or not. So you better 
make up your mind it's gonna happen." 

"George!" 

"Don't George me-just make up your mind whether you're gonna give it to me 
or I'm gonna take from you-" 

"Please be nice." 

"Oh, it'll be nice. You'll see. When this big cock of mine gets way up that 
twat of yours, you'll think it's nice-real nice. 

I hoisted her dress again and felt around for her cunt. I found it, bared. 
The hair wasn't as thick as it would be one day, but it was a woman's twat. 
I knew, because I had had a lot of them Some of them liked what I had; some 
of them hated it because it was too big. But I never found one who 
complained because it was too small. 

I wondered what Carol would think. Whether it was too small, too large, or 
what. 

My fingers probed roughly into her crotch, finding the crack and forcing 
their way between the outer lips. 

"Oh-George-what are you doing to me-please George-Please don't" 

"Please shut up," I sneered. "You've taken me for a dumb kid. Now let's see 
who's got the upper hand. Only this time, we ain't playin'. I'm not the dumb 
kind you took me for. Feel!" 

I took her hand and shoved it to my cock. Reluctantly her fingers were 
forced around it. The touch of her soft, warm hand caused a shiver to go 
through me and I could feel it make its way through the length of my cock, 
which was bone hard now. 

I was playing in her slit, and it was dry. Quickly I spit into my fingers 
and smeared it all over her lips, wetting her hairs and shoving some of it 
between the puffy lips. Then I spit in my palm and smeared it over the head 
of my dong. 

After I had gotten it good and wet, I pressed myself up against her, pushing 
her back against the tree. There was no escape for her. She was gonna get it 
good. 

"Ready?" I asked. "Last chance to relax," I cautioned. 

"George, you don't know what you're doing. You don't know-" 

"Oh yes I do, doll. I know very well what I'm doing. I know that I'm very 
soon gonna shove my cock into your cunt. That's all I need to know-and 
that's all you need to know, too." 

Saying this, I bore down on her. I felt the resistance of her tight crack as 
my head pressed against it. But I was determined. I continued poking and 
jabbing at her crotch until I could feel my own slick juice beginning to 
ooze from the slit in the head of my cock. That made things a whole lot 
easier. My cock was beginning to ride into her now. 

The head wasn't in yet, but I could feel the softness and heat of her slit. 
I could only imagine what the rest would be like. 

"Please!" Carol screamed, finally, "You can't do this! I'm a virgin! I 
haven't been broken! You'll kill me with that thing, honestly, George. 
Please don't I promise not to say anything if you stop now-I promise." 

My lunge cut her short. Her words turned to a blood curdling scream. And I 
had only shoved in a couple of inches, including the head. But I realized in 
that instant that she was telling me the truth. She was a virgin. 

I felt the sudden warmness of her maiden blood running down my crotch, down 
the length of my cock onto my balls. I felt the sudden coolness and the 
stickiness of it as it began to dry almost immediately. 

The feeling was a good one and it drove me on. I shoved again. 

Again Carol screamed at the top of her lungs. 

"Scream, doll!" I shouted just as loud. "Scream all you want-you're gonna 
take it all before I let you go-hear me? All of it!" 

And again I shoved, which was welcomed by sounds that seemed to come from 
another world another scream which made my ears ring. 

Most of my cock was in her now, and I let it rest there for a moment. Then I 
eased up on the pressure and eased up on my hold of Carol. She began to slid 
down the tree trunk, but I held her up. She had fainted, but she wasn't 
going to get off that easily. I was going to finish this job. 

Again I bore down on her, and although there was some resistance, Carol 
didn't make a sound. Each lunge sent more of my thick long cock into her, 
until I could feel the lips of her ripped pussy pressing against my pubic 
hairs. I struck bottom. 

I let it soak there for a couple of minutes, reveling in the feeling of her 
warm blood oozing from her torn hole. 

Then I began stroking into her, sending my cock sliding the length of her 
channel, each time the head of my staff pulling another flush of blood from 
her. 

The feeling was one of warm honey. I felt like my cock was soaking in warm 
honey; it felt good; it felt delicious. I wanted more. 

I pumped back and forth, holding her body erect, taking my pleasure as I 
chose. 

Finally, she regained consciousness. "George," she whimpered. "You've ruined 
me! You've turned me into a tramp! I'll never be good for another man! 
You've ruined my life! You've torn me apart!" 

The sound of her voice was exciting and I began to slam my hips into her 
full stroke, now, sending the full length of my hard muscle into her guts 
where I could feel it jabbing the base of her spine, or something. 

She kept up her monotone wailing and it only excited me. I could feel my 
nuts getting ready to blow up. Two more strokes. 

One more stroke. 

This was it! Fire came from every part of my being and flushed down the 
length of my cock. It felt like a hot poker had been shoved up my cock. It 
felt both good and bad. It ached and it tickled. It hurt and I liked it. 

I let out some sort of animal roar as I dumped myself into her, filling her 
hole with my love, with my animal desire, with my thick, hot, come. 

Then, even before I pulled out, my cock began to go soft. I let it soak 
there for a minute or two, and then I slowly began to withdraw it. As I did 
so, I also eased my hold on Carol and found that she was able to stand by 
herself. 

When I was free, I got some rags from the car, and went for some water from 
a nearby brook. I cleaned myself off and then offered Carol the dripping 
cloths. She stood there, numbly. I didn't know what else to do, so I cleaned 
her off. Her dress was a mess. I couldn't clean that. 

I wiped her legs and her crotch of the blood and then tossed the rags into a 
nearby bush. I led her back to the car. 

The ride back to town was in silence except for an occasional mumbling out 
of Carol. She was like in a daze. Her words didn't make any sense. 

I let her out in front of her place and then went home. The rest of the 
story you know. The cops came and there was a big trial and the whole works, 
and here I am. 

Gee, doc, I never meant to rape her. I just thought she was my girl. 

CONCLUSION 

George is hardly the typical rapist. That is, he is not the type of man 
driven to rape when there are suitable alternatives. He is, in fact, a 
rather gentle soul, as I pointed out in my opening comments. He is, however, 
not too bright. This, and the narrow and rather backward morality of rural 
America, is what brought him, and his victim, to grief. 

He was attempting in his own rather clumsy way to carry on a normal 
courtship in an environment where the choice of acceptable partners was 
limited by the small population of a country town. Because his mental powers 
are not of the greatest, he mistook another's misguided efforts to console 
him in his loneliness as encouragements to proceed to the natural conclusion 
of a courtship. 

His dismay at finding that he had, indeed, entirely misinterpreted the 
situation, and the accumulated rage and frustration of always being the 
outsider, precipitated him over the brink, and this normally gentle soul 
reacted violently. 

There is every hope that he will soon be free to pick up his life again, for 
there is nothing substantially wrong with him. I have advised him, however, 
to begin life anew in the city, where attitudes are more tolerant and where, 
hopefully, he may find a suitable partner. 

 CASE HISTORY FOUR 

Peter J. Age 29 

Peter was someone who throughout his lifetime, even as a child, needed help 
with his sexual problems. Of course, like so many other people this help was 
not available to him and so he was left to deal with his problems in the 
best way that he could. As a child and as an adult, Peter had a problem 
about being very short and having his penis grow to full size. As a young 
man, the girls thought of him as a freak due to his size and the size of his 
penis in relationship to his body. Peter spent a greatly confused childhood 
trying to sort out what was real and what wasn't. In his search for 
understanding he found himself not getting what he needed and so his sexual 
feelings turned to hostility. He wanted to take the women he wanted to that 
they couldn't reject him. He was a small man but he was easily able to 
overpower women because of his strength. Peter was always secretive about 
his sex drives, never allowing anyone to know what his real feelings were. 
He just let them seethe inside of him until they came out with a fury, when 
he raped women. 

 INTERVIEW NUMBER ONE 

I never felt very secure about myself as a kid. But man, did I ever have a 
sex drive. I didn't know what to do with it. I always wanted to get laid, 
but I was afraid that all the chicks would laugh at me. I used to get these 
roaring hard-ons and the only thing I could do was use my hand. 

I used to beat off now and then. But, minutes after I did, I was raring to 
go again. I couldn't control myself. I started beating off every chance I 
got. But nothing helped. My cock was hard all the time and hot to shoot. At 
the slightest erotic thought. Funny, almost ironic-I always had to steer 
clear of chicks, even though my dick was rock hard and ready to go. 
Strangely enough, despite my smallness, they were attracted to me. 

I don't know what it is about my personality that made me so desirable. I'm 
just an ordinary kind of guy. Kinda shy, introverted like, probably because 
of my size. Still, they were hot for me. Wherever I was, at school or some 
other social gathering, girls would come chasing after me for dances, 
pressing themselves against me whenever they got the chance. I finally got 
the message. It occurred to me after various dates, going to the movies, and 
stuff like that, that they were always eyeing my crotch. So I decided to do 
something about it and started dicking these chicks. 

I never realized how important a cock was, and a big one at that. The girls 
dug a big cock and I had one. I learned what it was for, and after that I 
used to get more than my share of cunt. 

School was a breeze then. I was a stud in demand. The girls would flock 
after me, and I always knew where my next piece of ass was coming from. 

I never had any problem finding pussy. It came to me. The pussy would just 
come to me for fucking. 

My dick was always ready and willing to take care of that hot pussy. I 
completed my education and because of my novel size was much in demand to 
the underworld. I could slip into places that an ordinary guy couldn't go; 
down air shafts, onto building ledges, opened windows, and all, and I would 
offer my door-opening expertise and leave the rest to them. 

I wasn't in want or need of sex, it was readily available. There were no 
financial problems-there was plenty of cash. But, let's face it, nobody 
wanted to associate with me on account of my size, with the exception of my 
business transactions. My sex life of course, was great. I could have a cunt 
anytime I wanted. My life was relatively unchanged for 3 or 4 years, lots of 
cunt, but very few personal friends or much of a social life. My cock, not 
me, was everyone's sole interest. 

But then the craziest thing happened. I was walking alone through a wooded 
area just outside of town and this little girl came running up to me and 
tugged at my sleeve. "Hey, little boy," she said, "my name's Lulu. You wanna 
play with me?" 

At first I wanted to laugh and chase her away, but then I realized that she 
thought I really was a little boy and only wanted to play. 

"I'm new in the neighborhood," Lulu went on, "and my brother and I were 
exploring the woods and looking for someone to play with." 

I looked at her for a good while. She was about my size, and kinda cute for 
a little kid. She had pigtails and all. She was just entering her young 
womanhood and her breasts were little mounds that would someday be big fat 
boobs. 

She was a pretty little girl. She was all of twelve or so. 

"Well, Lulu asked impatiently, "do you want to play with us or not?" 

"Sure," I answered, "I'll play with you, but where's your brother?" 

"Danny's at home," she explained, "He was a bad boy today and I told him he 
couldn't come exploring. You see, we're playing house. We found a shack in 
the woods, back there, and he's my baby boy. I'm the mommie, and I'm out 
shopping. If you want, you can be the daddy, since Danny can't play. I 
thought for a while and consented. Why shouldn't I go along with the gag-I 
didn't have anything better to do. 

Lulu lead me back to the shack where Danny was waiting. 

She announced to Danny that I was his new daddy. "And you've got to do all 
he says, just like you do for our big daddy." 

"Okay," Danny answered. "What's his name, anyway?" 

"Bill," I injected, looking at my surroundings. We were obviously in a 
lumber shed that hadn't been used for many years. 

There was a rickety work bench in one corner and rusty tools and nails all 
over the place. Across the room in a dank corner, there was a rusty old bed 
with a damp straw mattress on it. 

I guess we played for a few hours and then the kids had to go home. I told 
Lulu that we should play again tomorrow, but to leave Danny at home. 

As you can imagine, I had a plan in mind. She agreed to my invitation, and 
we planned to meet the following day-without her brother around. 

I arrived at the shed at the appointed time, and waited almost an hour for 
her. I had just about given up and was beginning to feel a little bit 
ridiculous about the whole thing when all of a sudden she appeared in the 
clearing of the shed. Her face was beaming. We walked into the shed and I 
told her we were going to play house like grown-ups; that it was night and 
we were very sleepy and were going to bed. 

"But we haven't any pj's," she protested. "Can't go to sleep without pj's." 

"Yes, you can," I insisted. "Grown ups don't always sleep with pj's. Some 
sleep naked." 

"Oh," she answered curiously. 

Before she could think, I quickly asked her a question. 

"Haven't you ever seen your parents go to bed? They don't wear pj's, do 
they?" 

"No, they don't," she said, with a curious look on her face. "What do they 
wear?" 

"Well, what do your parents wear?" I asked. 

"I don't really know-'cause mother always has a nightgown on. And the only 
time I ever saw daddy get out of bed, all he had one was his underpants-I 
think." 

I knew she was trying to remember, but was puzzled by my inquiry. 

"Well," I said, "My parents often go to bed without anything. Sometimes," I 
went on quickly, "they go to bed with underwear, but not often. 

I didn't want her to think too much about what I had said. She got that 
distant look on her face, so I quickly began again. 

"Let me help, baby," I said, pulling her to me. "Do it the way grownup 
people do. Take everything off but your underclothes first." 

To give her the idea and put her at ease, I began unbuttoning and removing 
my own shirt, so she felt more comfortable. She was uncertain of course, 
when we began, but soon responded as she removed her little shirt and her 
jeans, her shoes and socks, revealing her scarlet panties and undershirt. 

I chuckled to myself thinking about all the older girls and women in their 
bras I had been with. I had forgotten that little girls still have 
undershirts. I responded to her invitation to play by removing my clothes 
and stripping to my jockey shorts. I was standing there with nothing but my 
jockey shorts. My arousal was concealed, my cock was securely tucked between 
my legs, so it wasn't terribly obvious. 

I had considered this carefully because I didn't want to scare her off too 
soon 

I readied the cot quickly with some navy blankets I had brought with me. One 
on the cot, to cover it for us, and one to cover us with, hoping that I 
could quickly move under it so as not to alarm her with the size of my cock. 

"Come on," I encouraged, "as soon as you get your undershirt off, jump onto 
the cot." 

In a flurry, I threw the second cover over her and quickly crawled in after 
her. 

"Now what do we do?" she asked, looking puzzled. 

"Well, we have to tuck each other in," I said to her. "And then, we kiss 
each other goodnight" 

"How can we tuck each other in when we're already in bed?" she asked. 

"I'll show you," I volunteered. "Just do everything I do to you for me. 
Okay?" 

"Okay," her muffled voice answered. 

With that, I reached out and pulled her close to me. She was a little 
hesitant, but she put her own arms around me,-likewise. 

I knew that if I kept her distracted enough chances of getting away with it 
were that much better. 

"Now let's kiss each other good night," I said. "All grownups kiss each 
other before they go to sleep," I went on. 

I put my lips over hers. She gave me a hesitant kiss on the lips and pulled 
back. 

"Not that way," I encouraged. "Like this-" 

I covered her small mouth with mine and let my tongue gently caress her 
lips. Her body was tense, but she didn't fight I had to make her understand. 

"That's the way grownups do it," I said, after I moved off of her. 

"Oh," she said, distantly again. She was trying to make sense of it all, I 
saw the wheels working. 

I put my hand gently on her ass and tenderly pulled her close to me-bringing 
her warm mound against my groin. 

I was really horny. My jockey-bound cock was hard and throbbing in 
anticipation. It's uncomfortable position was causing it to ache, but I knew 
that I could soon release it from its restricting binds. 

"You know," I said to her "we would do this the way grown-ups do it, with 
nothing on at all." 

Suddenly, she pulled back from me. She was afraid. 

"I don't think I want to play this game any more," she announced. "It's no 
fun and besides, we're not doing anything-anyway, I'm not sleepy." 

"Oh?" I asked, innocently. 

"And besides," she went on, "Mommie told me I should never take my panties 
off in front of boys, and I don't think its right." 

"Aw, come on," I said. "You're a big girl now. Let's play games like big 
people do." 

"Naw-I don't wanna play this game. I think we've played enough," she said, 
starting to crawl out from under the covers. 

I reached out reassuringly and pulled her body back against me. "No you 
don't," I said, excitedly. I was beginning to lose my composure at this 
point. "Not so fast. We're gonna play this game-all the way-just the way I 
want to." 

I was too hot to quit at this point. I knew in the back of my mind that I 
would get into this little cunt. I wasn't about to give up now. 

"Let me go!" she wailed in my arms. "I told you. I don't wanna play this 
game. I wanna go home to mommie," she cried. 

I grabbed her hands and held them behind her back, kicking the covers off 
with my legs at the same time. 

We were still facing each other, and she was starting to kick me in her 
efforts to free herself. 

My sure hand reached down and grabbed her panties, just above her ass. The 
material gave way like it was made of tissue paper. I pulled them free of 
her body and after smelling them, threw them across the room. 

"You're hurting my hands!" she screamed, And why did you take my panties 
off? Mommie will be angry if I come home without them. I'm not going to play 
with you anymore. I want to go home." 

As I held her, I looked down between her legs, and saw that there was no 
hair at all; just a faint trace of a bush beginning to show. Her little love 
slit looked beautiful to me; so milky white, smooth, virgin and untouched. 

I reached down and cupped her mount, allowing one of my fingers to press 
against the crack. 

She was becoming more violent. "Don't do that!" she pleaded. "Mommie said no 
one's supposed to touch that except me. That's mine-that's my private 
parts." 

"Mommie said!" Mommie said," I sneered. My patience was wearing thin. 
Roughly, I rolled her over onto her back, still pinning her hands behind 
her. 

"Shut up, you little cunt!" I spat at her. "Either we play my way or you 
don't go home to mommie, you got that kid?" 

I maneuvered my body so that I was now between her legs. I was kneeling as I 
began pulling down my own shorts. 

It wasn't easy. I held her down with one hand and peeled my tight jockey 
shorts off with the other hand. 

As they slipped below my crotch, my cock jumped free, bouncing into the air 
proudly-the tension on my stud spring being finally released. I raised up, 
slightly, and pulled them below my knees, and then kicked them off, freeing 
my legs. 

"What's that?" she asked, looking down. 

"That's my love stick," I told her. 

"What's it for?" she questioned. 

"It's for making love to little bitches, I mean little girls," I corrected. 
"It's for making them feel good inside. It actually is quite good for you. 
It makes little girls very good, and they want more and more of it." 

"Well, it's ugly," she blurted. "It looks mean and ugly. And I'm afraid. I 
wanna go home to mommie." 

I ignored her, and began fingering her slit, once again. 

"I told you not to touch that!" she screamed. 

"I don't care what you told me. I'll do exactly what I want to do. That's 
what it was made for. And when I'm finished, you're going to like it, and 
you're going to want me to do it more. But you're not going to get more. 
You'll beg for it before you'll get it next time." 

I guess that shook her up, because she began bawling and kicking and 
struggling in vain to get free. 

This only excited me. My cock throbbed and jumped all the more. Its head 
felt as if it would explode. It was unbelievably enticing-having a nice, 
clean, pure cunt in front of me-knowing it's virgin cunt. Knowing that in a 
minute I was going to be the first one in there-going to feel the flesh give 
way, break. See the blood oozing from her cherry, the tight hole yielding to 
my huge cock as it slipped into her. My desire consumed me. My concern for 
her safety vanished as I pursued her virgin territory. Taking that 
cunt-fucking it-totally. 

I was easing my finger into her love slit, not realizing at first, that she 
was probably too young to give out with any juice for lubrication. 

I was surprised to find that she had begun to relax a bit. She was still 
kicking and squirming, but her bawling had ceased at least. She was 
whimpering now and at the same time, I could feel the tip of my finger 
becoming wet. Her crack began to juice nicely as I played with her. It 
occurred to me that if she had this capacity, she was indeed old enough and 
fuckable enough to take that dick of mine. And, if anyone was to break in 
this territory, why shouldn't it be me? Why shouldn't she have the best and 
most capable studsman around? 

I could just about slip the whole first joint of my finger into her. I could 
feel the little wall of her hymen there, blocking my way. It excited me. She 
juiced on my finger as I moved it in and out. Then, with two fingers, I 
massaged and rubbed the slime into her and around her cunt lips, wetting 
them as much as I could. My cock was dripping with pre-cum. The thick, slick 
liquid I smeared onto my fingers was ideal to loosen the virgin twat. 

She was still whimpering, but her struggle to escape dwindled. Apparently, 
something inside of that childish brain had begun to relax her. She knew it 
felt good, even though she didn't know what or why. 

I knew that I must act on this opportunity to invade her-to take her while I 
could. 

I spread her legs with my strong legs, exposing her tight cunt. I leaned 
forward, placing the head of my weapon against the lips of her tightly 
stretched cunt. 

Slowly I began to make my entry, letting the head of my cock serve the 
purpose of my two fingers. At the same time, I was slowly applying more 
pressure with my hips, shoving against her. But it was impossible. I could 
barely get the head of my dong between her lips. 

I had to bust her cherry before I could get my rocks off. 

I looked at her face. She was still crying, but her eyes were open wide, as 
she looked away from me. She didn't understand what she was feeling-she was 
excited and fearful at the same time. I bore down on her, releasing her 
hands from their bondage. Her cherry was obstructing my entrance still, as I 
continued to exert pressure on it, causing it to stretch and give. 

Then it broke. Her flesh gave way to my invader. Her body stiffened as she 
screamed one long, afraid, piercing scream. She was limp. She lay there, 
whimpering. I was alarmed, and pressed on her chest and felt her rapid, 
short breaths. At the same time, I could feel a warmth on my cock that I had 
never felt. I looked down and saw her love hole oozing blood. 

Shit, I wanted all my cock in her. I wanted to fuck all of me into her. She 
was bleeding profusely, staining both me and the blanket, creating a puddle 
under her. The sight was increasing my arousal. I raised her legs to get a 
good view. I wanted to see the blood running down the crack of her ass. I 
wanted to see her de-flowered, to see her in her own pool of virgin blood. I 
felt her body convulse at the threat of my moving machine, and I lunged 
forward, giving her about a third of my length into her. She lunged in pain, 
took a deep breath, and then went limp once again. 

With her legs straddling my shoulders, I reached down and yanked her arms 
over her head, holding her captive in this position. She seemed unconscious, 
although she may not have been, and I felt her body tense. I looked down and 
realized that she was reviving from the assault. She screamed, as she 
cried-the tears flowing from her eyes. 

She tried once again to free herself, but all she managed to do was run her 
pussy up and down on that part of my cock that was in her. Her increased 
struggle brought me to more intense desire. She was just what I wanted, to 
rape and destroy her virginity as she cried her fool head off, as she bled 
like a stuck pig. The eagerness to free herself opened her all the more for 
my already intruding cock. And all the time, I could feel her insides 
tearing, making way for my hardness. The farther I slipped into her, the 
tighter it seemed to get. I thought that she was probably tightening up on 
purpose, coaxing me on. But I soon concluded that it was the reverse. Her 
resistance, in fact, was the cause of her tightness. 

Halfway in, I began to stroke her, meeting her bucking, resistant body. Her 
screams filled the woods as I continued to pump her. I thought that by now 
she should be enjoying it, but I guess she was still too young and 
inexperienced, especially with a dick of my size. It takes time and 
experience to enjoy a big cock. 

Now I was about three-fourths of the way into her cunt, pumping freely. They 
were long, steady strokes, pulling my cock back so that only the head was in 
her, and then slipping back into her until I felt her beautiful tightness 
again. 

I was steady, long and slow. Deliberate at the same time. I knew it wouldn't 
be long. She was about to have her first stud load. 

It was the hottest box I've ever experienced. It felt like she had a fire in 
her. I thought she was going to burn my dick off. And her cherry blood was 
draining from her freely, smearing all over my crotch, all over her crotch. 
All over the blanket and the bed. Her blood touched me everywhere. I was on 
fire. 

She was sobbing deeply now, and each time she did, I could feel her insides 
push against and contract around my cock. It was an unbelievable feeling. It 
hurt and felt good at the same time. I knew I was about to shoot my load at 
any moment. 

I humped her savagely, sinking my full length into her. Once again, she 
screamed. She went limp. Her eyes closed. Not another sound. 

I held my cock steady, not daring to move, not chancing a breath. It 
twitched. Once. Twice. 

Then my dam busted. The wall collapsed within me and I could feel my come 
flowing; long, hot spurts, shooting the full length of my cock. I could 
actually feel each spurt as though it were erupting like hot lava from a 
volcano. 

When it burst from the head, it was like Vesuvius. I had never experienced a 
load like this. The cream was flowing from me almost like I was pissing. 

Throb after throb, she took that big dick of mine in her tight channel. 
There was no resistance. No complaining. No crying. She just took it. She 
was bleeding freely. All over, everywhere. I came to my senses and pulled my 
cock out in one long slow movement. As I held her legs wide apart, looking 
at her ravaged pussy, I watched her closely as the blood ebbed from her, 
unimpeded. And mixed with the thick, red fluid, were little white lumps. My 
come! She was douching my come from her twat, until the blood flowed red and 
pure from her. 

After watching this sight for some time, I felt my cock ready for orgasm 
again. I had an orgasm once again. 

As soon as I shot my spunk, I clamored off the bed and quickly wiped myself 
on the second blanket, as best I could and got the hell out of that stinking 
shed. 

I made the morning headlines the next day. That day I blew town. 

CONCLUSION 

The scars of Peter's childhood had gone even deeper than he thought. While 
he had achieved a measure of sexual happiness in his adolescence, and 
continued to find his services in demand in his young manhood, deep within 
him the years of taunting about his size by other children, and particularly 
by little girls, were festering like a bullet left in a wound. 

Even though he thought that he had resolved his sexual fears, deep within 
him remained the need to revenge himself on a little girl, on all the little 
girls who had teased him about his size, and to prove to them and himself 
that he was indeed a man. 

It mattered little that all the little girls who had thus tormented him were 
now gone, had become grown women, some with children of their own; the 
subconscious is not logical in its reasoning. There was the opportunity to 
rape a little girl, and she stood symbolically for all the little girls he 
had known. 

Peter now understands something of this, but it will take at least two years 
of intensive psychotherapy to free him completely from his hidden desires. 

 CASE HISTORY FIVE 

Jerry 

Jerry was a black man. He was an unfortunate Negro from the 
south-intelligent, but lacking in any formal education. He was just another 
example of a very capable mind that had no opportunity for development. 

His prison sentence had been given for the transportation of stolen autos. 
Jerry was never a very talkative prisoner. Our interviews were mostly a 
result of my persistence to draw him out. After awhile he became more open 
and looked forward to our meetings. Our prison was one of the finest going 
as far as rehabilitating the prisoners. 

In the course of our interviews, I pressured him gently, endeavoring to 
bring him out, to have him relinquish some of his sexual experiences and 
encounters. He was, after a number of sessions, very open and direct in 
relating his story about his boss's wife who mistreated him. 

I'd lay in bed in the dark and think about how I'd like to shove my cock 
down her throat until every vein burst in her throat, until she choked and 
gagged on my dick. I used to dream about fucking her in the mouth and 
dumping my load in her mouth. That was one way of shutting her up. 

Sometimes I'd have fantasies about finding her bent over, and how I'd just 
shove my cock right up her ass-hole until it couldn't be seen. Until it was 
buried in her flesh. I thought it would be great to have her hands tied and 
whip her until she was really crying, then I'd shove my fist up her pussy 
until she screamed for me to stop. I dreamt about biting her nipples off her 
tits. And slapping her face until she couldn't stand it. 

There were many nights that she would leave me alone, but not always. She'd 
be on my back for one reason or another. Nothing was ever good enough for 
her. The more I'd do, the more she rode me, the more I wanted to ride her, 
like a helpless nag getting fucked by a wild stallion. 

Karen, that was her name, came in one day without the boss, and because the 
old man wasn't there, she felt her own power even greater. Man was she a 
bitch that night. She was angry because she had to stay late to count the 
day's receipts. Usually, she left early and didn't have to bother with any 
of that garbage. But tonight she had to lock up the place, as well. That 
meant staying until everything was set for the next day. It also meant it 
had to pass her inspection. Man, she was really pissed. She nagged me about 
everything. You'd think she was some drill commander. Every time she saw me 
she had another order. 

I had to hold my tongue all day. I tried to be nice. I smiled and all that, 
but I didn't say nothin'. I tried to do what she wanted, but there was no 
way to please her that night. After we cleared up, and there was just the 
two of us left, things began to happen. Karen finished counting the till 
while she bitched her orders at me, about how she wanted me to straighten up 
the dining room and make sure everything was like it should be. I never had 
to be told about those things. 

When I finished that, I went into the kitchen and mopped up everything so it 
would be nice and clean when the chef came in, so he would blow his cool. 

After she'd finished her chores, she was a real bitch. 

"Get over here!" she shouted at me from across the room. "Hurry it up. I 
wanna get out of here some time tonight." 

I tried to ignore her. 

"Did you hear me?" she nearly screamed. "I want you to get a move on." 

"I heard you," I answered, and went about my business. 

"If you don't move your ass, I'll see that you're fired!" 

"Yes ma'am," I answered, effecting a real concern. 

I still went at my own pace, only I tried to make it look like I was moving 
faster. At least I finished and was sweeping the place out 

"Black boy!" she shouted at me and I knew it was for the last time. 

She didn't have a chance to say another word. I spun around and let her have 
one in the face. She crumpled like a used tea bag, in a heap on the floor. 
She didn't so much as speak when she fell. She just sorta went down in a 
heap. 

I picked her up and carried her to a sofa nearby. Since she was out, she was 
completely relaxed. I had to put one hand under her ass and the other under 
her shoulder blades. This made her tits stick up even higher than usual. 

I spread her out on the sofa and stood there above her. 

"Now," I said aloud, "I'm gonna get even with this bitch and make her pay." 

I lost my nerve and turned away, and was going back to work, but then I 
turned and looked at her. There she was, all laid out One arm and one leg 
hanging limply over the edge of the sofa, her big tits standing up like a 
pair of melons. 

I went back and looked down on her. What a sight. She had good legs. That I 
already knew. But now, they looked even better. I reached down and touched 
the one hanging over the edge. I touched it lightly. The skin was soft, and 
even through the nylon stocking, I could tell her flesh was almost spongy, 
it was so soft. I let my hand glide up above her knee, above where her 
stocking ended, and I touched the bare flesh there. I was right! It was so 
soft and delicate it reminded me of a baby's skin. With my free hand I took 
hold of one of her tits. It was firm and hard, and pointed. I could feel the 
nip pled pressing against the think dress she was wearing, trying to get 
out, be free. Man, some really wild thoughts sprouted up and went through my 
head. I got some towels and ripped them into strips, and tied each of her 
hands to one of the feet and each of her feet to the sofa. She was trapped 
and I could take care of the rotten bitch now. She woke up and just glared 
at me, with fury in her eyes. 

"Untie me!" she said, calm like, in her usual manner. Cold, unfeeling and 
bitchy. 

In another minute I had a rag shoved in her mouth. Then I tied another of 
the strips around her head, holding her. There was no way she could move and 
she couldn't make a sound. She was my prisoner. From the kitchen I brought 
back a very sharp knife. She saw that and was sure I was gonna stab her or 
something. I knew she was scared because her eyes got real big and her head 
shook from side to side. She tried to talk, but couldn't. 

"Think I'm gonna cut ya up, huh?" I asked her. "Well, I ain't. I'm gonna cut 
your clothes off that body of yours. We is gonna have ourselves a time 
tonight, you and me. Yes ma'am, you and me is gonna have quite a time. I'm 
gonna give that white pussy a working over, baby." 

Meanwhile, she was wiggling her body and shaking her head from side to side. 

I took the knife and slipped it under the neckline of her dress and lifted 
it. The sharp blade had no trouble cutting the material from her body. I did 
just a little bit, and then I stood and stared at her. She was scared now. 
She knew what I was up to. She knew I was gonna fuck her. "You outta know 
that you're gonna get fucked-with this!" I whipped out my cock which hadn't 
started to get hard yet. But when I took it out, it began to swell. It's 
only about eight and a half inches long, but it's a fat one, I guess, two 
and a half inches through. When that's been up a pussy, the cunt knows it, 
there's no two ways about it. She knows she's been fucked. 

I stripped my own clothes off then. There was no use in my messing them up. 
When I was naked, I picked up the knife. I placed the blade under the 
material of the dress, but instead of lifting it straight up, I moved it 
downward, toward her stomach. The material split open, exposing her. It just 
fell limply, covering her body. Boy, that was a sharp knife, to cut through 
material like that. When I had her whole dress open, I stared at her. She 
didn't have nothin' on underneath, either, except for a scanty pair of 
panties. I wasn't worried as a matter-of-fact, they turned me on. 

"Like that, bitch?" I asked her. She shook her head crazily from side to 
side. 

"You've been riding my ass too long. Now it's my turn to ride yours for a 
change. How do you like that, huh? How do you like having me in command?" 

The look on her face told me she was afraid. She tried to make me believe 
that she was sorry, but I wasn't having none of that. I wanted what I was 
after, and that wasn't apologies or anything. It was pussy. I was after a 
piece of hot, white pussy, and was gonna get it. 

I took the tip of the knife and flicked the loose material off one side of 
her body, uncovering one of her tits. Then the other one. You think she had 
been running for a couple of miles. Her nostrils were flaring wide each time 
she sucked in the air, and her tits would rise up into the air. Up and down 
they went. At one point when they sunk to their lowest point, I put the tip 
of the knife against her breast and waited. She tried not to breathe in any 
air. But I had patience. I wasn't going nowhere. I could wait, and I knew 
she would have to breathe. And as she did, her tit pressed up against the 
knife. As it pressed into it, the needle-sharpness broke the skin, and a 
little drop of blood popped up and ran down her soft flesh. I liked it and 
did it to the other tit. I thought about cutting her nipples off, but I was 
afraid that would do too much damage to her. And I wanted hot cunt. Not dead 
cunt. 

"That's nice, isn't it?" I asked, sneering down on her. "You ain't so 
fuckin' bossy now, are you? You're on the bottom now, ain't you? You can't 
go around screaming, can you? You're gonna get yours now." I took the knife 
and made a trail down her breasts, and as I did, a tiny red thread appeared. 
Boy, that sure was a sharp knife! "I could cut your tits off," I said. 

I cut her clothes away, baring her panties. Now her dress lay on both sides 
of her and under her. But not on top of her. Her panties were showing. Now, 
I cut under each side of the material, over each hip and neatly slit the 
elastic. As I did so, it pulled and contracted until it was no bigger than a 
band aid, barely enough to cover her cunt-hairs, and for the most part, she 
was naked. 

"Just a little more and you're gonna be completely naked, just like me. The 
only difference," I went on, "is that I got a cock and you got a hole. Now 
what do you think we can do with a combination like that? How about if I 
fill that white hole?" 

I knew she had been looking at my stiffened cock and was worried that I was 
gonna shove it to her. 

"We can solve the problem by putting the stick in the hole. Think that would 
work? Of course, it might be a pretty tight fit. But with a little effort, 
we might get it to work." 

Her head shook back and forth, and I knew she didn't have to guess any more. 
She knew what was coming. The only thing was, she didn't know when it was 
coming, and I wanted to taunt her some more. 

"I bet you would like it and it would be more exciting for you if I was to 
blindfold you. But then, I wouldn't be able to see the look in your eyes 
when my cock slips into you. And I don't wanna miss that." She didn't know 
what to do. She had already tried struggling against the bonds on her hands 
and feet and that didn't work. She had also tried to spit out the napkin, 
and that didn't work. Now, she knew, she couldn't do anything. She could 
only mumble and cream-and before I was through with her, she was gonna do 
plenty. 

I moved up close, so my cock was right near her face. I took one of the 
cushions and propped up her head with it so that she couldn't look any other 
way. The only thing she could do was close her eyes. But her kind wanted to 
see what was happening. I reached down and rubbed her pussy. There wasn't a 
fucking thing she could do. "I wonder what your cunt would look like 
shaved?" I asked. Her eyes bulged in her head and I thought they'd pop out 
of her head. "Would you like to have your cunt without any hair? You could 
pretend you had the crabs and had to shave yourself. How would you like 
that, you no good fucking slut." 

I was getting off on watching her reflect her fear. I played with my cock 
with one hand while holding the knife over her bushy cunt with the other. As 
my hand moved on my cock, her eyes would occasionally look at it, and each 
time she did, I bared it to her, giving her a good view, a good preview of 
what she was in for. 

"It would be nice to have that cunt of yours without any hair," I said, 
shifting my position so I could accomplish the task of shaving off her pussy 
hair. I knew the blade was gonna pull, but I didn't need anything else. All 
I had to do was rest it on her flesh and move it downward. As it moved, it 
sheared everything in its way. In one motion, I had cut a path through her 
bush, and I held up some of the hair for her to see. She wanted to cry, but 
she was too frightened. I don't know at what, unless she was afraid I would 
cut her cunt or something-and I certainly didn't want to do that. I wanted 
to fuck her ripe wet pussy. 

I continued shaving her, and in a matter of minutes, she was as bare as the 
day she was born. I ran my fingers over the mound of flesh, and the knife 
had done such a good job, there wasn't a trace of hair to be felt. Her cunt 
was smooth as a baby's ass. I wanted to make sure that she saw it, so I went 
to the counter and brought back a small mirror. I held it in position so 
that she could see her cunt. It was slightly red from being shaved. Karen's 
eyes stared, transfixed, until I took the mirror away. Then she looked at my 
eyes and my cock. She was begging me, I knew. Pleading with me not to fuck 
her. But I wasn't paying any attention to what she wanted. Without the hair, 
it was nice. There was nothing to block my view; nothing to get in the way, 
as I fingered her cunt and my meat. I rubbed some of my spit on her swollen 
mount. My spit made it much easier for me as I pressed a finger against the 
crack, it slipped inside her hole. Between her lips it was hot and soft and 
wet. Already, she was juicing up. She couldn't control it. 

"That's the girl," I said. "You juice it up and get it good and wet in your 
cunt because my black dick is gonna need a little help. It's gonna need all 
the help you can give it. That way, it won't hurt you so much. Who knows, 
you may even like it. Are you getting hungry for my cock, yet?" 

Her body rocked back and forth on the sofa, but I paid no attention to her. 
She'd like it before I was through. And if she didn't, it was too fucking 
bad. 

I was paying much more attention to her pussy now, stroking it, playing with 
it, dipping into it with three or four fingers. Meanwhile, she continued to 
stare at me and my cock, frightened that I'd use my dick instead, which I 
was gonna do. I think the feeling was getting to her, I thought I could see 
a slight movement in her hips. Although I couldn't be sure, I thought I felt 
her pushing her cunt up to me. Pushing onto my fingers. She couldn't take 
her eyes off my prick, and I wondered whether she was thinking, fearfully, 
of it, or whether she was anticipating it with pleasure. I wondered whether 
she wanted it. 

"Do you dig black meat?" I asked, waving my cock at her eyes. She couldn't 
say anything and she didn't move at all. I kept right on massaging her 
pussy, which was beginning to juice much more. I could feel the slimy cunt 
juice on my hand. As my fingers became more slick, I continued pushing them 
into her helpless cunt. She couldn't stop watching me work her cunt slowly. 
It was really fucking up her head. More of her juice began to run and I 
shoved deeper into her twat with my two fingers. A couple of times I knew I 
had gone too fast because I could feel her body tense up. There was no need 
for me to hurt her that way, so I eased up. As I did so, her body relaxed 
again. There was nothing else for her to do. She had to play the game, 
because she was my prisoner. 

I was now able to stick three fingers into her pussy all the way up to the 
knuckles, and there wasn't a bit of resistance. I could feel the soft inner 
lips slipping and sliding on my fingers as they moved in and out of her 
body. 

"How's that, bitch?" I asked. "How's that little naked cunt of yours-three 
fingers-all the way up your hole?" Her head lifted to see what was going on. 
After she'd seen, she fell back onto the sofa and without looking me in the 
face, her eyes fastened themselves once again on my stiff dick. I had 
pre-come on it and it shone in the soft light of the room. Next to her, it 
looked like a piece of coal; her skin was so light and soft in contrast to 
my black hard body. 

"You ready for this black dick? You ready for it to be in that snatch of 
yours and press on your clit? You want this black piece of meat to stab you 
now? If you relax, it won't be too bad. like I said, it may be a little 
tight, but you can get used to is, and open that cunt for me." 

I think she was looking forward to getting laid. I got up and crawled 
between her spread legs positioning myself so that I was able to reach her 
cunt with my dick. 

I grabbed another of the cushions and hoisted her ass, slipping it under 
her. In this position, sitting back on my heels, her cunt was right in line 
with the head of my cock. I thought that was good positioning. I moved 
forward, until the wet head of my hardened cock came in contact with the 
puffed lips of her cunt that I was about to fuck. Her expression was one of 
disbelief. I guessed she really didn't believe I would do it. I guess she 
figured I would just tease her and scare her with it, but that I wouldn't 
shove it to her cunt. I pulled apart, and almost peeled back the outer lips 
of her twat with my fingers. As I did so, the pink inner flesh came into 
view. Again I moved myself forward so that cock was in contact with cunt. 
Then I turned loose on the lips of her cunt. Her pussy lips swallowed the 
head of my cock. It was hot and sweet and warm in her cunt. 

As I gave her more dick, I applied only the slightest pressure. I could feel 
her inner muscles immediately tighten, as if to lock me out. But I wasn't 
worried, was wrinkled, as though in pain. But I slipped back a little and 
the expression didn't change, so I knew it wasn't pain. She was trying to 
fuck up my head, and I wasn't having it. I was gonna get all of me in her or 
bust her in half trying. 

Again I approached on her, applying more pressure, watching my slick flesh 
slip and edge its way a little farther up her canal. Her body tensed, but I 
guessed that was because of the invasion, not because of the pain. 

"Not bad, is it?" I asked, as though expecting her to answer me. 

Again I shoved into her, edging still more of my flesh into hers. Now, 
almost half of my cock was imbedded in her. Wow! Was she tight and hot and 
wet. The sensations were driving me up the wall. I wanted to raise up and 
bear down and shove it all to her in one motion, but I didn't want to spoil 
a good thing. I wanted us to enjoy it, really, even though I wanted to prove 
to her that I was boss. 

I raised myself off my heels and got into a better position, taking care 
that my cock did not slip from its warm sanctuary. When I had fully adjusted 
myself, I began to swivel and rock my hips, each time sending my cock back 
and forth in her cunt. And each time it slid forward, it did so until it met 
pressure, and then it would stop. 

In this way, I was giving her the impression that I was stopping each time I 
was hurting her. But, in fact, what I was doing was pushing her to her point 
of endurance each time, knowing that each stroke would allow for more 
insertion. 

And I was right, for in about a dozen strokes, I had both spread and 
penetrated her so that I was fully buried. My balls were resting lightly 
between her legs. 

In this position I began to move myself in circles, holding my cock in to 
the hilt, but forcing it to swivel and pivot inside her, pressing against 
the walls of her cunt, pushing and relaxing them, proving that I really 
meant her no harm, indicating only that I wanted all of her. 

I looked up to see her expression and was surprised to see that she had not 
only opened her eyes, but had raised her head in order to see as much as she 
could. 

She suddenly sensed I was staring at her and her head fell back to the 
cushion. 

Somehow, I read the expression in her eyes. With one hand, I reached up and 
untied the knot holding the gag in her mouth. She spit it out, quickly, and 
swallowed a couple of times. 

"Thank you," she moaned, her voice sounding very dry and raspy. 

At the same time, I felt movement; her hips had come to live. Now that she 
was convinced she could get my cock into her, she was enjoying it. Not only 
that, but she was after more. Each time I would begin to pull back, her hips 
would raise, indicating that they had been pressing against me. 

"Like it now?" I asked. 

"Yeah, daddy," she moaned, ecstatically. "Shove it to me." 

"But you've got it all now," I said. "I want more." 

"Then when I hit bottom, grunt like you're gonna shit. Press your insides 
against me as hard as you can. You can do it, come on-grunt." 

She did as I suggested, and I could feel her guts pressing against the head 
of my dick when it hit bottom. 

"Oh, yeah, baby," I moaned. "Give me that hole. Give it all to me-all of it. 
Come on-give it to me, baby." 

Again she responded. Her body took up a steady rhythm, working up and down 
on my moving piston, slipping up and down, back and forth on it. As I would 
shove back and forth, she would slip from side to side, forcing my cock to 
press against the walls of her cunt. 

"Oh," she moaned, "that's good. So good-give me that cock-give it to me." 

"I told you, baby," I said, "I told you, you'd like it once we got started. 
I told you, you'd really be after my cock-and you are-you're starving for it 
aren't you, baby? You're starving for it!" 

As I said this, I could feel the increased slickness and heat of her effort. 
But I didn't slacken my movements. If anything, because of the slickness, I 
was able to increase my efforts. 

My cock was slipping full length into and out of her now. The whole length 
of me was leaving her and plunging back into her. Even the head was leaving 
her hole and her crack. But it had no difficulty in finding its way back 
into her. And if I didn't move quickly enough, her hips came in search of 
me, finding me and devouring me. 

"Untie my hands," she pleaded. "Please-untie them-and my feet, too. Let me 
spread my legs wider so I can get more of you." 

I did as she asked, and true to her word, she spread her legs wider, pulling 
the lips of her cunt farther apart, and giving me a completely unobstructed 
access to her womanhood. 

Her arms came over my shoulders, around my neck, and she pulled me down onto 
her. 

As our bodies met, she again went into a fit of convulsions. 

"Oh, I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh-" 

"Let it go, baby. Let it all go-don't fight it-it's better that way." 

She again did as I asked. Her body relaxed while I kept up the movement. 
When she had spent herself, she again began to match me, stroke for stroke. 

By this time, I was approaching my end. I couldn't hold out forever, and 
with the assistance she was now able to give me, I wasn't far away. 

To my surprise, she reached up with her mouth and sucked my tongue into her, 
pulling on it, licking it, loving it. 

The idea broke my mainspring and I felt myself falling apart. 

"Oh, shit!" I spat, "I'm gonna pop!" 

"Just let it happen, daddy," she encouraged, "that's what you told me. Just 
let it happen'" 

And I did. I let it happen. I let my white hot lead flush into her. I let my 
cock swell and spit out every bit I had in me. I let my cock bombard her 
with its love juices. 

And then I was shot. Spent. Done. 

We pulled apart, silently, and cleaned ourselves off with a few napkins. 

"What am I going to tell my old man?" she asked. 

"About what?" I asked. 

"About this," she said, pointing to her bare cunt. 

"You'll think of something," I said, dressing. 

"Well have to do this more often, now that we know each other," she 
commented. 

"Not-likely," I answered. 

"Why?" 

"Because I quit. As of now. I couldn't work here no more. First time you got 
pissed at me, you'd have my ass in a sling. Just pay me what I got coming 
and I'll clear out." 

"That really isn't necessary," she said, almost hurt. 

"But that's the way I want it," I said defiantly. 

 CONCLUSION 

Jerry's case reminds me somewhat of George's, for both are men who are 
without the usual "rape syndrome." That is to say, they do not consistently, 
compulsively, seek out women to rape in order to satisfy their sexual 

In both cases there was a certain amount of provocation from the woman 
involved. In George's case, to be sure, the woman was well-intentioned, but 
in Jerry's case the woman was extremely hostile, ostensibly because of her 
racial prejudices. In truth, I suspect that Karen had all along been trying 
to provoke Jerry to some such action as the one he took-perhaps because she 
desired sexual intercourse with a black man but, under her particular and 
rather backward social standards, the idea of interracial intercourse was 
unacceptable. 

Since she could not make direct overtures to someone outside her limited 
list of acceptable mates, she had to provoke him to the point where he would 
rape her. Jerry, for his part, was attracted to the woman at the same time 
that he hated her for her unjust and constant hostility toward him. When he 
finally reached his boiling point, his rage turned to lust and he raped her. 

Thus once again we see that normal, healthy sexual attraction of a man for a 
woman and vice versa, when it is repressed and thwarted by social mores, may 
ultimately lead to a violent result. 

 CASE HISTORY SIX 

Steve M Age: 32 

Steve was always sought out by women for his good looks and his servile 
manner. He was a big man with a great deal of charm to women. It was this 
very charm that led him into his problem. It wasn't enough for Steve to have 
the women chasing him and throwing themselves at him, and willing to go to 
bed with him. He needed more from them in order to really believe they 
wanted him. He needed to completely overpower them and dominate them, as 
shown in his case history. 

 INTERVIEW ONE 

I was always hot for the dames-when I was just a kid of course. Since I've 
been in college 

I didn't have to chase after them, they chased me. So, I never worried what 
kind of pussy was coming my way. 

The sex was never a problem for me. It was always available. 

But there was this one piece of ass-a young chick who worked in the pub 
where a bunch of us used to hang out. 

All the while we went there, she never dated. She was a nice piece, too, all 
the fellas were hot for some. I didn't know what it was with this chick. 

She was nice to everyone and didn't mind if they flirted, or anything. She 
was always pleasant and nice to everyone. She just went along with people as 
though it were a big game. 

She was always hiding her body with sweaters and long skirts. But the 
sweaters were tight enough to reveal a pair of tits that were eating stuff. 
And, as far as I knew, she didn't have to wear a bra. Her boobs stood up 
straight and out without any help. Whenever she was in a hurry I'd watch her 
tits bounce as she waited on us. My cock would twitch just watching them 
through the sweater. 

Finally, I couldn't stand it any more. I made my play for her. 

"Hey, Donna," I said one afternoon, when there wasn't anybody else in the 
cafe. "How about you and me going to playland one of these days?" 

"Steve," she smiled, "you know I don't date any of the college fellows. My 
boyfriend is in the service and I promised him I'd wait for him. If I dated 
you, it would only be fair that I dated the others-they've asked me too, you 
know." 

"Aw," I coaxed, "whose gonna know?" 

"Whose going to know?" she giggled. "Why just about everybody, that's who! 
Where do you think everyone goes in this town if not to the movies?" 

"Playland," I confessed. 

"Well?" 

"But," I persisted, "we wouldn't have to go where everyone else goes-we 
could go someplace else. I'll tell you what," I went on, "Let's go on a 
picnic this Sunday. I know a swell place." 

She thought long and hard over this proposition. I had everything in my 
favor: Good reputation, well-liked, good looks, trustworthy-everything. 

"Would you promise me that there would be no drinking?" she asked. 

"Anything, baby, just anything. State your terms," I answered eagerly. 

"All right, then. We'll have a picnic. I'll pack a lunch and you can pick me 
up after church. Say at eleven-thirty, at my place." 

"It's a deal," I said, gleefully. "I'm gonna celebrate. Drinks for 
everybody!" 

"Silly," she said, almost reprimandingly, "there isn't a soul here but you 
and me-" 

"Well then," I went on, happily, "drinks for you and me. What'll you have." 

"Chocolate soda!" she smiled. "You're on. Make it two!" 

Sunday morning I was up bright and early. I got out and washed the car so 
that it shone. Then I went back in and started on myself. 

Although I chose my clothes with great care, I wanted it to look casual. I 
didn't want her to catch on. 

I shaved and showered and dressed, watching the clock. I didn't have any 
intention of being late. 

And I wasn't. 

Right on the button! 

She was on time, too. She was waiting for me on her front porch, a huge 
wicker basked under her arm. I bounded out of the car and relieved her of 
it, stowing it in the back seat. 

It was a wonderful day for a picnic. It wasn't too hot, and there was a 
pleasant breeze. 

We headed out of town-in a hurry. All the while, I tried to appear casual. 
We talked about nothing in particular; just idle chatter. It was pleasant 
enough. But in the back of my mind, I had other thoughts. 

Finally we reached the spot that I had decided upon. It was beautiful, as I 
had promised-and it was completely secluded. 

In order to get to it, you had to take a winding dirt road which, from where 
we parked, you could see. There was absolutely no chance for anyone to sneak 
up on us. 

Phase one was completed. 

Donna busied herself spreading the lunch she had prepared. She must have 
taken a lot of trouble, for there was food for twenty, let alone two. 

After we indulged the food, we both spread out to enjoy the 
sunshine-momentarily. 

I stripped to my waist and kicked off my shoes and socks, but Donna kept 
everything on-her simple dress, her sandals; everything. 

After a bit of this, I figured it was time. 

I rolled over to where she was laying, and came to rest with my mouth only 
inches from hers. 

My shadow on her face caused her to open her eyes. She jumped, surprised. 

"Steve!" she gasped. 

"What's the matter, honey? Scare ya?" 

"You frightened me half to death!" she exclaimed. 

Without answering, I lowered my mouth to hers and pressed my tongue between 
her lips before she could withdraw. The taste of her was exciting; sweet, 
warm, tantalizingly delicious. 

She broke away from me, quickly, but not until I had let my hand brush 
across her upright breast. 

"Steve!" she stammered. "You should be ashamed of yourself. You! Of all 
people!" 

"What do you mean? A little kiss isn't going to hurt anything, is it? I 
haven't hurt you, have I?" 

She was silent. I continued. 

"I could have done this," I said, reaching quickly for the material of her 
dress and pulling on it. The flimsy material gave; her breasts were bared! 

I hungrily drank in the sight of her pink flesh. Those two huge mounds of 
flesh were real; they weren't supported. They were real! And mounted at the 
apex of each was a brown ring, in the center of which perched a darker, more 
wrinkled nipple. 

My mouth watered at the sight, instantaneous, though it was. 

Donna was frantic. She tried to cover herself by crossing her hands across 
her breasts. But her breasts were too large. She only managed to hide the 
nipples from my view. 

I could feel the animal instinct in my groin coming to life. My cock started 
to heat. 

"What're you hiding them for," I said as calmly as I could. "Before I'm 
through with you today, I'm going to see all of you, Donna-all of you." 

"No you're not!" she spat, fear sounding in her shaking voice, mixed with 
anger and frustration. 

"Baby," I went on, "we're miles from nowhere. Not a soul knows where we 
are-and we have complete privacy. The only way in here is through that road 
down there, and we have plenty of warning." 

"Steve," she stammered, "what are you going to do to me? Please, Steve-let's 
go home. I think we've had enough of a picnic. I want to go home." 

"Baby," I said, calmly, "we've just started to have our picnic. The rest in 
the sun has gotten me hot-see?" I asked, pointing to my crotch. "And now 
you've got to help me with it-we can't go back to the city like this, now 
can we?" 

"Steve," she began, almost tearfully, "please don't do anything to 
me-please." 

"That all depends on you," I said. "Now if you'll be a good girl and strip 
for me, I'll think it over." 

"You must be insane!" she snapped, anger suddenly giving her courage. "I'll 
do no such thing!" 

"Okay with me, sweetheart," I announced, reaching forward, quickly and 
taking hold of the material of her dress once again and yanking. 

Again I heard the rip of the thin material. Now it was torn from the waist 
up. Her belt held her skirt in place. But her body was bare from the waist 
up. 

I drank in her semi-nudity, hungrily. Her skin was so light, so delicate-I 
wanted to eat it. 

"Take your hands away," I said, sternly. "Take them away. I want to see 
everything!" She didn't move. 

Before she knew what was happening, the back of my hand hit her cheek, 
knocking her off balance. In order to regain it, she threw her hands to the 
ground, baring, once again, her beautiful breasts. I wanted to suck them; 
bite them, eat them. I wanted to taste them, mark them. I wanted to see them 
bleed. 

I reached forward and took one of them in my hand. A shudder went through my 
whole body. The flesh was so soft, so pliable, yet so firm, so full, so 
hard. In my palm, I could feel the nipple. It was pressing against me, and 
it, too, sent an electric shock through me. 

I looked at Donna in the eyes. "Baby," I said, softly, "before I'm through 
with you today, I'm going to have had all of you. Do you understand that, 
Donna? I'm going to have all of you-every way I want-as much as I want." 

She neither moved nor made a sound. She was clay in my hands. 

I drew confidence from her immobility and placed my other hand on her other 
breast. It, too, was soft, warm, yet firm and hard. The flesh was pliable, 
yet I held its shape, almost defiantly. 

My fingers curled into the flesh and I watched the expression on her face as 
she winced. 

My hands played over her tits, stroking them, squeezing them, lifting them 
and pressing them down. Through it all, she said nothing. She didn't even 
move. Her eyes were glaring at me; burning into me. 

But I couldn't have cared. My hunger needed to be satisfied. This was one 
piece I was going to have; my way. 

I took her nipples in my fingers and pinched, gently, at first, to see what 
reaction I would get. She winced, but said nothing. 

"How's that feel, baby?" I asked. "Huh? How's it feel to have someone work 
your tits-get the nipples hard? See how hard they're getting? And it's all 
because I'm playing with them, baby-working them up." 

And I was telling the truth. For even as I toyed with them, I could feel the 
nipples stiffen and swell. And soon they were like hard little marbles glued 
to her voluptuous breasts. 

My hand slid up her breast, onto her neck, and I pulled her toward me. I 
wanted to taste that mouth once more. 

She yielded, reluctantly, passively, and as I touched her full lips, another 
hot flash went through me. I could feel my cock tearing at the material for 
release. 

I slipped my tongue between her lips and moved it around, against her teeth. 
Even the taste of her mouth was delicious. 

I tried to force my tongue between her teeth, and as I did so, she bit; 
hard! 

I pulled away from her and slapped her once again, this time knocking her 
flat to the ground. 

"You bitch!" I spat. "I would just as soon you were willing. You might even 
enjoy it. But baby, if you want to fight, I can fight too-and 

I'm going to win. You ll see." 

I leaned forward and quickly sucked a nipple into my mouth, and when I had 
it properly positioned, I bit down, hard. 

My ears rang with the sound of her scream. She at least had the good sense 
not to try to pull away from me. 

As her scream died away, I came up off her breast, and there were clear 
indications in the delicate flesh where I had been. There was, in fact, a 
spot of red; blood. I had broken the skin. 

This seemed to excite me still more. 

"Now," I announced, "Let's see what the rest of you looks like." 

"Steve-if you so much as lay a finger on me," she said, "I'll kill you! If 
it's the last thing I ever do, I'll kill you!" 

Her voice was hard and venomous. I knew she meant it, but I didn't care. She 
was serious, but I was in the driver's seat now. She was at my mercy, not me 
at hers. 

"First thing first," I said, in a level tone. "First I see you-then I have 
you-then you kill me-if you can." 

"I'm warning you," she went on, "if you so much as lay another finger on 
me-I'll kill you!" 

At this point, though, it didn't make any difference. I had to have my 
satisfaction. My cock had to have its. We weren't to be denied, whatever the 
consequences. 

I casually got up from where we were and returned to the car. From under the 
front seat, I took a length of rope, approximately twenty-five feet or so. 

I returned to Donna. She had not so much as moved. 

As I approached, I could see her body tense. She knew she was no match for 
me, but I knew she was studying me, looking for an opportunity. 

But even in my excitement, I was careful. I left no opportunity for her to 
escape. I intended to be thorough. 

"Give me your hands," I instructed. 

She didn't move. 

"Give me your hands!" I slapped her. 

She put her hands forward. Quickly I slipped the rope around her wrists, 
fixing it in a half hitch. 

Then I pulled her to her feet and walked her to a large oak tree. All the 
while, I kept the rope taut so that she would have no opportunity to work it 
loose from her wrists, which was doubtful, anyway. 

I managed to climb the trunk of the huge oak and out on one of the low 
hanging limbs. When I had gone about as far as I thought necessary, I 
fastened the rope to the limb, pulling her hands above her head and making 
her strain just enough to raise up onto her toes. 

Satisfied that I had accomplished my mission, I jumped back to the ground. 

"So," I smiled, looking at her armpits, "you shave." 

She said nothing. She only glared at me, her eyes spitting both fire and 
daggers all the while. 

I circled her, taking in her half-nude form, drinking in the sight of the 
soft flesh of her back, the thinness of her neck, the narrowness of her 
waist. 

I could even see her rib cage, slightly. Though she was not skinny, she 
wasn't fat, and there wasn't enough fat to hide the form and shape of her 
bone structure. 

She was breathing heavily, I knew. Her stomach was rising and falling, 
quickly, indicating it. 

And her tits-they were beyond description. 

"How old are you, Donna?" I asked, friendly-like. 

"Eighteen," she said, sullenly. 

"And such beautiful tits at your age," I commented. "What did you do as a 
little girl, massage them to make them so large and luscious?" 

She did not answer me. 

"And what does the rest of you look like?" I asked, not expecting an answer. 

"Like any girl," she snapped. "Like any girl should. But why ask me-you're 
going to find out for yourself, aren't you? You're going to undress me, 
aren't you?" 

"Aw, Donna," I chided, "child psychology won't work with me. You can't talk 
me out of it. You know that, don't you? Sure I'm going to undress you-I'm 
going to do more than that. You can't dissuade me, you know-no matter how 
hard you try." 

"Well, why don't you get it over with," she said, her voice flat and without 
emotion. She was trying to use logic and get it over as quickly and as 
easily as possible. 

"But baby, if I rush, you won't enjoy it-and I do want you to enjoy it, you 
know. I want you to savor every moment-remember it for all time-and compare 
it with your sweetie when he gets back. Who knows, maybe he's better than I 
am. Maybe he's more gentle-maybe he doesn't care to see your body-maybe he 
doesn't like sex-maybe he doesn't have a cock. Ever think of that, Donna? 
Ever think that he may not like six? Ever think that maybe he won't care 
what you look like so long as you belong to him? Ever think of that? Huh?" 

Donna did not answer. 

I approached her from the front, once again, and took her tits in my hands 
and played over them. Her body cringed, but she could not escape. 

The feel of her warm flesh was painful to me. My groin ached. I was itching 
to shove my cock into her, but I wanted it to last. I didn't want to rush 
it. I wanted to savor every moment; enjoy it, revel in it. 

My hands slid lower on her body, onto her stomach. There, too, the skin was 
light and soft, delicate. The rise and fall of her stomach created an 
alternating pressure against my hands and it excited me. It was almost 
pulsating, throbbing. 

And again I wanted to shove my cock into her and feel her warmth. But I 
teased myself as well as her. I prolonged it. 

With a quick movement, I pulled her skirt from her waist. The torn material 
crumpled around her feet. 

My eyes traveled up her body slowly. Thin ankles, slender legs, full but not 
heavy thighs-and then the material! She was wearing panties-and I wanted to 
see all over her body. I wanted to see all of her. 

Again I circled her, looking her over, clad only in her pink panties. They 
were snug and her form showed well. 

"Please, Steve," she whimpered. 

I ignored her and continued my examination of her. I circled her twice and 
then I approached her again. 

She knew what was coming-she sucked in her breath, frightfully, 
anticipantingly; dreading the moment and knowing it was inevitable. 

But I surprised her. I didn't rip her panties from her. That, I though, 
would be too quick; too easy. 

Instead, I pulled them down a little; only a couple of inches. 

I could see the red ring on her waist where the elastic had been holding. 

I pulled them down a little more. This time they began to slip over her 
broad hips. Again, I circled her, fingering her body as I moved, and at the 
same time, stroking my own cock still confined in my tight slacks. 

Again I pulled her panties lower-this time until her pubic hair began to 
show. And again, I walked around her, inspecting her carefully, gloatingly. 

"Steve, please," she whimpered again. 

I paid no attention. Rather, I was stimulated by her plea. It excited me; 
made me more eager for the finish. And again I punished myself, teased 
myself. I resisted the final step. 

Lower her pants came. Now they were hanging loosely under her crotch. But at 
the elastic, it was not the case. The material was pulled tight, and I could 
see her tummy; flat and soft. I could see the soft curly blonde hair of her 
pubic patch. 

And as I circled her again, I saw the cleft of her ass come into view. 

"That's some body," I mused, "Yeah, some body." 

"Steve, please," she moaned for the third time. 

"That's some vocabulary you got there, sweetheart," I teased. "Just two 
words, huh? Is that all you can say? Couldn't you say more, or hurry, or 
something-something exciting-something to let me know that you're with 
me-huh?" 

She remained silent 

From behind, I took hold of the material of her panties and pulled it down, 
quickly, baring her buttocks to my bold view. As I did so, I heard her suck 
in a quick gasp of air. I felt her body tense, expectantly. 

But I did not touch her. I remained behind her, a few paces away, savoring 
the sight of her nude form. I wanted to see the rest of her. 

"Turn around," I instructed. 

She didn't move. 

"Turn around, I said!" I shouted. 

Slowly, ever so slowly, she began to turn. As she did so, I watched her body 
carefully, watching the shape of it change as her profile came into view. 

I saw the outline of her ass in back and the protrusion of her tits. I saw 
the sharp angle made by her raised arms on her rib cage and stomach. I 
watched her tummy swell and sink, and I knew she was breathing heavily. 

As her face came into view, I saw that her eyes were closed, and tears were 
streaming from them. She was crying, silently. 

"What's the matter, baby?" I asked. "I haven't hurt you, have I? What are 
you crying for? Huh?" 

"Steve-please let me loose-please take me home. Please stop all this." 

"Please, please, please," I mimicked. "Why don't you ask what I want you to 
ask, Donna, baby? Why don't you ask me to strip? Why don't you ask me to 
fuck you? Why don't you ask things like that, huh?" 

"You know what I want-please." 

"There you go again. Before you can get, you must learn to give, baby-give 
me what I want and I'll give you what you want." 

Her eyes opened, but she didn't stop crying. The tears continued flowing 
down her cheeks and fell to her breasts. 

The sight intrigued me. I approached her and as I did, she tensed again. She 
was, I am sure, expecting me to bite her or something. Instead, all I did 
was lick her breasts. I wanted to taste her tears. I wanted to lick them 
from her breasts. 

The salty taste of the liquid fueled the fire of my passion. I almost raped 
her right then and there. 

But I had to do it my way. I couldn't let her draw me into it. I wanted to 
enjoy it the way I wanted it to be. Not the way she would have it. 

I continued licking her tits until there was no more of the salty fluid 
there. Then I moved to her nipples and was a little surprised to find that 
they had grown hard. 

Even as I touched them, her body tensed again. It seemed that no matter what 
I did, she wouldn't relax. That bothered me a little. 

I stood up. 

"Don't you trust me, baby?" I asked. 

She looked at me blankly. 

"Look," I went on, as though she had answered, "I haven't hurt you-except 
when I had to. Since you've behaved, I haven't hurt you, have I? I could 
have taken you a long time ago, you know," I continued. "I could have ripped 
your clothes off and taken you as I pleased. I could have hurt you, too. But 
I didn't-I didn't because you've behaved. 

"Now," I concluded, "why don't you just relax and enjoy yourself? You're 
going through with it either way, so you might as well go willingly and 
relax." 

Her gaze killed me. She said nothing. She had nothing for me but contempt. 

And even this I found exciting and stimulating. 

"All right," I said, "have it your way. You do your thing and I'll do my 
thing." 

I stepped back from her about five feet and began to open my fly. The moment 
my hand touched my buttons, her eyes were on them. They were fixed there. 

I had her! 

Slowly, deliberately, I unbuttoned the first one. Then I stood there and 
watched her. Her eyes remained on the open button and only fleetingly darted 
to my eyes and back again. 

Then I opened the second. She was transfixed. I assumed it was from 
excitement-but it could just as well have been from fear. 

Whatever the reason for her staring, I was stimulated by it. I could feel my 
cock throbbing inside my shorts. It was screaming to be released, begging to 
be unfurled, roaring to be stabbed into a hot slit. 

As the third button opened, my pants began to slip down over my hips. I 
watched Donna's eyes closely. 

She was unblinking. She was staring, as though in a trance, watching as my 
nudity became more complete. 

And again, I felt myself driven on by her passive encouragement. I wanted to 
whip out my cock and wave it at her; tease her with it, whip her with it. 
But back the impulse. Instead, I let my pants slip down my legs slowly, 
tauntingly, imagining that Donna wanted me to hurry and therefore, 
deliberately moving slowly so as to prolong her excitement, her desire. 

As they crumpled about my feet, I stepped out of them, easily, standing now, 
in nothing but a pair of tight, white, jockey shorts. 

My masculinity, though covered, was evident. 

"Well?" I asked. 

Her eyes locked on mine. Her expression did not change. She did not blink. 

Her eyes were blank, although they were looking right at me. I could not 
tell from them whether she would encourage or dissuade me, had there been 
courage enough in her. I preferred and therefore assumed that it was the 
former. 

"Well?" I repeated, in the same tone. Still nothing from her. 

I ran my hand lightly over my crotch, and as I did so, her eyes shot back to 
it, where they stayed. 

Having her gaze there, I decided to continue my little act. 

Placing my palms on each of my hips, I pressed downward, and in doing so, 
began to roll the material downward. The increasing rolling pressure on my 
hips caused the material covering my crotch to roll, too, and soon, my pubic 
hairs came into view. 

I thought I saw her eyes widen, but I could not be sure. Again, I chose to 
believe I had. 

As the material rolled down my groin, the full spread of my pubic hair came 
into view. Now, all that was covered was my cock and balls-and, of course, 
my ass, which, at this point, didn't matter. It was my cock this broad was 
hung up on. 

"Like it?" I asked. 

She did not answer. But I could feel the piercing stare of her eyes. "Want 
it?" I asked. Again, silence. 

"Well, you're gonna get it, baby," I said, and as I did so, I slipped the 
shorts down further, exposing myself, freeing myself. 

My cock lept free. It uncoiled and sprang upright, standing at a forty-five 
degree angle; hard, throbbing, rampant 

I stepped out of the shorts. They were now hampering me. 

Then I reached between my legs and brought my balls forward for her 
inspection. 

"Enough for you, sweetheart?" I quizzed. 

Silence. 

"I've only got eight and a half, but most girls think it's enough. How about 
you? Think there's enough to satisfy you?" Silence. 

"Well, you're gonna find out," I announced, approaching her. 

As I moved forward, my cock swung from side to side, but always remaining 
upright and stiff. Whether she would admit it or not, it looked formidable. 
And she was about to find out. 

I continued moving forward until I was nearly touching her. I pressed my 
groin forward and touched her flesh with mine. She cringed. 

"Remember what I told you," I cautioned. "You give me what I want-and you'll 
get what you want." 

I pressed forward again. This time she did not move. But then, she couldn't. 
She was already straining at the rope. 

The slick head of my cock pressed against the softness of her tummy. I 
humped my hips a little, smearing the clear stickiness around, making a 
little wet pond. 

I looked up at her and saw that she was still staring at my cock, her eyes 
wide and unblinking. 

Slowly, I bent my knees, and as I did so, my cock slid down her tummy into 
the nest of hair. Down and down, it continued until I could sense that it 
was approaching that secret spot-her cunt! 

I didn't touch the broad with anything but my cock. It was rigid and I could 
guide it easily. I didn't need my hands. 

When I felt it pressing against the lips of her pussy, I again pressed 
forward, keeping my knees bent. My movements were slight jabbing ones, for I 
didn't want to slam into her. I wanted to enjoy the mounting pleasure of 
conquest. 

She was tight, tense, and was not helping. Yet she stared, fascinated at my 
crotch. She could, from her position, see it all. 

I could feel the slick head of my cock nudging its way into her slit, high 
on it, and I soon felt the little piece of flesh I was searching for. 

I continued to rub against it and at the same time, watch the expression on 
her face. 

Gradually, very gradually, the hardness left it. Excitement was creeping 
over her, clouding her mind, blinding her of her fear. It was opening her 
channel for me. 

I knew this was so because in a very short time, I could feel her juices of 
lubrication coming out to greet my cock and to bathe it. 

When I felt it had been sufficiently slicked, I began to straighten my knees 
again, and at the same time, press my cock deeper into her crack, into her 
channel, her cunt. 

She spoke! 

"No, Steve! Please-please don't." 

"Too late, baby," I moaned, in my own excitement. "I can't turn back now-now 
is the time." 

My upward motion continued. Slowly, steadily, relentlessly, and I felt the 
length of my cock slipping into her. 

She was tight and she was warm. The folds of her cunt closed over my rampant 
cock and encouraged me to go deeper. I obeyed. 

"Oh, Steve, you're hurting me. Please don't-stop it, please." 

The more she protested, the more I wanted, and I was soon standing straight, 
next to her, my cock sunk to its base in her. In that position, I started 
grinding my hips in little circles, working it around and around, feeling it 
scrape and rub against the walls and lips of her cunt. 

I bent my head forward and took one of her nipples into my mouth and began 
sucking, hungrily. 

I thought I felt a movement on her part. 

"Please, Steve-please-don't make me do this-please." 

I wondered at the meaning of her words. 

But I continued my motions. Little circles growing larger. Delicate pressure 
becoming gross. Passion becoming ecstasy. 

And I felt her move. At first her motion was only slight, but it grew. Her 
hips were beginning to work. Back and forth, working on my cock, pressing to 
me, withdrawing, pressing again. 

I sucked harder on her tit and toyed with the other with my hand. "Oh, 
Steve-please." 

Again, I wondered at the meaning of her words, but I continued. My strokes 
were becoming more alive, more quickened now, encouraged on by her 
reciprocation. 

Her own hips were beginning to rock back and forth, and I could feel the 
walls of her cunt slipping back and forth on my torrid cock. 

I looked up at her and saw that her head was thrown back; her eyes closed; 
her mouth open, and a small trickle of saliva coming from it. 

I realized, suddenly, that she was just hanging by her hands. Her legs had 
gone limp, and she was hanging by her hands, her wrists. And her hips were 
rocking back and forth on my cock, devouring me, fucking me. 

I stopped all motion and stood still. Yet, she kept up her motions. Back and 
forth, slowly, steadily. 

"Steve-please, please." 

"Please what, baby?" I asked, wondering. 

"Please-please," was all she answered. Her voice sounded far away; I wasn't 
even certain she was talking to me. 

I took up my motions again, slipping my cock back and forth on her swinging 
pussy. Her juices had wet my crotch and I could feel the coolness of her 
wetness on my balls as the breeze played over my body. 

At this rate, I couldn't hold out for very long. Already I could feel my gut 
beginning to tighten. I could feel my load gathering. 

And it happened, just like that. Without warning. Without preliminary. I 
shot my wad into her rocking cunt and was rewarded with her orgasm. 

I felt the walls of her cunt sucking and pulling on my draining cock, 
sucking it dry. 

Little animal sounds were coming from Donna; sounds of passion, of abandon, 
of excitement. 

She must have been telling the truth, earlier. It must have been a long time 
since she'd had anything, because her cunt suddenly became tight enough to 
cause my softening cock to ache. I thought she would rip it off. 

And her hips had not stopped their rocking. And the juice had not stopped, 
either. It was flowing from her freely, dripping down over my balls, 
splattering on my legs and running or dripping to the ground. 

I steeled myself and hung on as long as I could. But the broad was too much 
for me. Even when I tried to pull out, she clung to me. 

"Please don't," she moaned, her voice far away, "don't move-please." 

I tried to satisfy her, but i couldn't. I had to pull out. My cock had 
become completely soft, and still I had a helluva time getting it out of 
her. She was something else. 

When we both calmed down, I untied her. She fell to the ground and broke 
into tears. She wouldn't talk to me; wouldn't say a word. She only cried. 

After that workout, I was hungry, so I ate some more of our picnic lunch. By 
this time, it was getting dark. 

I dressed and collected what was left of her clothes for her. She put them 
on, and I don't know how she managed it, but unless you looked close, you 
couldn't even tell they had been ripped. 

We drove all the way back to town without saying a word. 

When I let her out in front of her place, I didn't know what to say. I 
didn't say anything. 

As she turned, she looked over her shoulder and a funny smile came over her 
face. 

"Thanks," she said, "but remember what I promised." 

It didn't matter, though, because at the end of the term, I transferred to 
another college, here in the Midwest. I've often wondered what would have 
happened had I stayed in town. 

 CONCLUSION 

Steve had a problem that was just the reverse of that shared by many 
rapists. Where many rapists are sexually deprived in their early years, 
leading to explosions of sexual violence in their adulthood, Steve., by his 
own testimony, always found sex easy to come by. Herein lies his problem. 

There is always a temptation to regard that which comes too easily as being 
of little worth; perhaps this is because so many of the things we value in 
life are not achieved without great toil. Steve thus regarded Donna as 
intensely desirable because she was the one girl in his circle who was not 
to be had. Because she considered herself already taken, and so unavailable 
for Steve and his friends, she assumed a greater worth in his eyes. She 
became something of a challenge to his masculinity and to his ego. 

I have with great difficulty persuaded Steve that he can satisfy all his 
sexual desires with willing partners in a normal fashion and that the allure 
of those women who resist his advances is largely an illusion created by his 
own mind. Hopefully he will soon be able to take up the threads of life on 
the outside again. 

 CASE HISTORY SEVEN 

 INTERVIEW ONE 

Subject: Brendan Y. Age: Thirty-one 

Brendan had been in prison now for three years. He had a long list of 
assault charges previously against him before this sentence and this time it 
was for multiple acts of rape. 

He was a slick character who had a chip on his shoulder from the very 
beginning. 

I don't know what you think you're going to be able to do for me, or am I 
supposed to do something for you? He began and continued: I was told I was 
supposed to tell you what happened, how I got in the can. Well, if that's 
what you want I'll be glad to but don't go trying any head-shrinking junk on 
me. I'm not crazy, I just dig women, that's all. 

Ever since I was a kid I was known as a rough guy. I mean in the 
neighborhood where I lived you had no other choice. It was either that or 
you didn't survive. 

That's the way it was all through school with the girls. I took my old man's 
lead, he was that way with my mother and I thought that's the way women 
liked it. I thought they liked their men to be rough with them. 

Anyway, I guess I began my career in high school. I was dating this chick 
and one night we had gone out My parents were away for the weekend so after 
the movie I invited her over to my place. 

She seemed willing enough to come and I thought she was going to be an easy 
lay. I figured she'd just spread her legs and let me get my big dick in her 
pussy and fuck the shit out of her. But as it turned out, she needed a 
little convincing. I guess that was really the beginning of it all. 

Once we were inside I turned on a couple of lights so that the lighting was 
real dim and then I got out some booze and put on the radio. We were sitting 
on the sofa just talking and when I put my arm around her she didn't resist 
even when I took her and held her close to my body. I give her a few kisses 
on the lips and she opened her mouth taking my tongue in, sucking on it like 
a bitch in heat. 

"Baby, you're quite a hot number," I said jokingly. 

"Wow, when I'm with someone like you it's hard to resist." 

"Don't worry, baby, you don't have to resist, I'm all yours." 

I began to toy with the buttons on the back of her blouse and she still 
didn't move even as I slipped my hand onto her bare skin. 

My dick was getting stiff as a rock and I figured I was going to get my nuts 
with this one. She was going to spread those pretty legs of hers with no 
trouble at all. 

I pulled at the back of her neck pulling her down on the sofa and half laid 
on top of her. I was big, almost six foot and she was a very small chick. 
She was almost completely covered by my chest as we continued to make out. 

By this time my dick was rock hard and ready to bust out of my pants. 

I took my hand and placed it on my prick. 

"Oh baby," she moaned, "you really have a big one, don't you?" 

"The better to make you happy with," I said. 

I thought that I felt her stiffen slightly but still and all she seemed 
willing. Her mouth was still parted and my tongue still explored the inside 
of her mouth moving slowly, sensuously around her teeth and around her own 
tongue. 

Then, I began to unbutton her blouse. There was still no resistance. And so 
I went on. I undid the clasp on her bra and then brought my large hand up 
under the front of her blouse until I reached her brassiere. I slipped my 
fingers up under the material and squeezed the large orbs of flesh that were 
there massaging them gently, moving up over the round fullness until I found 
the nipple erect with pleasure, throbbing with need. 

"Oh, baby," I moaned, "I'm going to take good care of you." 

Suddenly I sat up pushing the material of the blouse up over her tits and 
lifting the bra as I did, her two full tip-tilted breasts fell out of their 
confinement and into view. I was nearly crazy with excitement. I lowered my 
head and began to suck on one nipple, then the other, my head moving fast 
between the two licking in the space of the valley and then up the tit to 
the other side. 

She was moaning and groaning beneath me, whirling her head from side to side 
on the sofa. 

As I kissed and licked and sucked on her tits my free hand moved down to her 
thighs and onto her hip. Then, without warning, I reached for her cunt 
through her slacks. 

Instinctively, her legs closed, tightened on my hand. I expected it was a 
reflex action and that she would open them but she didn't. Instead, I felt 
her body go rigid. 

"No, not there-please, don't touch me there!" 

"What do you mean, baby-what do you mean don't touch you there?" 

"I don't want to have you touch me there. I don't want you to get too 
excited." 

"What do you mean, you don't want me to get too excited? I'm already hotter 
than I've ever been before," I lied, "I'm already for you, baby, all ready, 
stiff dick and all." 

"Please," she murmured, "please don't-" 

"Don't what?" 

"Don't touch my pussy. Please don't. I don't want you to." 

I figured she just needed a little bit more working up before she was ready 
to get laid so I played like I would go along with what she was saying. 

"Okay, baby, have it your way but you don't know what you're missing," I 
said and returned to her tits. 

I worked the nipples as I would a tiny piece of dough between my thumb and 
forefinger until she was moaning with delight, until she was totally loose 
again, ready I thought for my next move. 

I held her in my arms tightly and slid her up along the sofa until she was 
stretched out. Then, I rolled my body on top of hers full length moving my 
legs between her own until my cock was resting against her cunt through the 
material of our clothing. 

"Please," she murmured, "please don't do that. It makes me uncomfortable, it 
makes me feel badly." 

"Don't worry baby, I'm not doing anything. We're still fully dressed, 
remember?" 

"No," she said, "I don't want to." 

I was beginning to boil inside. I was beginning to lose all control, 
beginning to lose my temper with this bitch. Here she had worked me up and 
now she wasn't going to put out. She was just another one of those fucking 
cock teasers. But I knew how to handle them. I had heard my father calling 
my mother a cock tease late at night in their bedroom and I heard the slaps, 
heard the ruckus and then the moans. 

I knew how these women wanted to be treated. I knew how they had to be 
treated so they'd know who was the man so that they didn't give any shit. 

"Shut up, baby, shut up and lay there now. Let me do it," I said. 

I began to kiss her again but her body was rigid. She was trying to push me 
away. The harder I kissed her the more resistant she became until at last 
her voice was raised in almost a scream. She was pounding against my chest 
to get off her. 

"Please, get off, leave me alone, I don't want to do it anymore. I don't 
want to make out with you." 

"Look, baby, it's too late," I breathed heavily into her ear, "you have me 
too turned on to turn it off now. Ain't no way that I'm gonna go without my 
getting into that snatch of yours. No way I'm going to let you go without my 
getting my nuts off." 

"No," she screamed, "no, you can't, I won't let you." 

"Has nothing to do with your letting me or not," I answered. "Now I'm going 
to take what I want so you might as well enjoy it." 

As I lay on top of her my hands slipped down onto her ass and then further 
down to her crack until my fingers were on her cunt from behind. Slowly I 
massaged the mound through her clothing hoping to warm her up. Hoping to get 
her to a point where she'd be more than willing to give me what I wanted, so 
that I didn't have to take it. 

"Stop it," she cried. "Stop it, I said. Get off me! You're nothing but a 
punk, you don't have any respect, you don't know how to handle a woman." 

"Well see about that," I said, "well see about that when I've got this big 
dick up your pussy." 

"No," she shouted, "no! You can't, I won't let you!" 

"We'll see, baby," I said, bringing my lips down onto hers again. 

She was fighting me now and I enjoyed it. I liked the feeling of having her 
squirm and wiggle beneath me. I liked the feeling of her fighting against me 
because I knew what I was going to do whether or not she like; it. 

"Now look here, bitch, I want some pussy and I want it now," I said. My 
voice was full of power. I knew she was frightened. I knew at the same time 
that I meant it and I did. 

I pulled her brassiere and her blouse from her body leaving her naked from 
the waist up. 

Then, without any hesitation, I undid the zipper and the button on the side 
of her slacks. 

She seemed too stunned, too scared to do anything but lay there. In no time 
I had her stark naked and then proceeded to undress myself. 

I couldn't tell whether she was excited at the fact she was going to be laid 
or if it was just watching me undress. I knew she had the hots for me a long 
time. I knew that she wanted my body close to hers, wanted my big dick that 
I saw her eyeing at every opportunity. That hot cunt wanted fucking , wanted 
sucking. 

As I slipped my levis down over my hips my cock leaped from its confinement 
and stood out from my body all eight inches of it, solid and stiff, ready to 
give this broad the fucking of her life. 

"Oh, please," she murmured, "please, don't-" 

"I told you what I was going to do and I meant it. Now you might as well 
enjoy it. Might as well get some fun out of this." 

I looked down at her on the sofa, at her beautiful cunt and the mass of 
blonde pussy hair. I could tell she was excited. The juice was glistening in 
the dim light. So there was no question about the fact that she was ready 
for the fucking I was going to give her. 

I quickly removed the rest of my clothing and then grabbed hold of her, 
pulling her down on the rug with me. I got between her hot legs. 

She was squirming and pushing at me, trying to get me to roll off her. 
Trying to make me stop what I was about to do. 

I took hold of her nipples between my fingers and squeezed unmercifully 
making her groan with pleasure and pain. 

She stiffened slightly as my cock began to slide up and down the crack of 
her pussy but at the same time I could see that she was giving in. Could see 
she was surrendering as little moans escaped from her lips. 

I was dry humping her now. Massaging her tits, I kissed her at the same 
time. 

Her legs moved slowly now, up and down my muscular hairy legs. Her pussy was 
more open and she brought her legs up higher and higher until at last they 
were wrapped around my waist. 

Her nipples were stifferect. I knew I had gotten through to her. I knew that 
she was excited, knew that she really wanted me now. Knew that there was 
very little she could do now to resist me anymore. 

I reached down between her legs and felt her cunt. It was sopping wet with 
her own juice. She was very well lubricated and able to take my cock. 

I couldn't understand what the big deal was. I knew she wasn't a virgin. I 
knew at least two guys who had had her. It was my own impression that she 
just liked to be forced. liked to be persuaded by her man, to let him work 
to have her. 

Slowly I arched my body so that the head of my dick was poised just outside 
of her cunt lips, just outside of those big beautiful pussy lips that were 
about to be forced open by my dick and take it all the way to the core. 

"You ready, baby?" 

"Oh, please, please don't," she moaned. 

"You still trying to push that bullshit act, still trying to convince me 
that you don't want it?" 

Suddenly she was silent. She looked away, stopped hiding, stopped resisting 
me. 

I knew I had her where I wanted her now. Right down on the ground with her 
cunt spread wide open and my dick just outside of her cunt lips was where 
she was. 

Slowly I began to work the head of my dick between those swollen pink pussy 
lips. Slowly I moved it inward until I felt her cunt open and the head of my 
cock slip in. 

I was driving her nuts pushing the head of my dick against her clitoris 
again and again, in and out, in and out, until she was a whimpering mass of 
feelings on the floor. . Then, without warning, I took my cock and directed 
it at her cunt opening. In one easy swift motion, I took her like a bitch in 
heat. I shoved my dick all the way into her pussy making her groan with 
ecstasy. 

After that, it was a cinch. I began to bang and bump into her cunt with my 
dick filling her slit with each powerful stroke I gave her. 

After a moment or two her own hips began to pick up my rhythm. She began to 
keep time with my bucking fucking dick driving in and out of her love hole. 

I massaged her tits and licked and bit at the nipples and at her neck 
kissing her and pumping her pussy wildly. 

"How's that, baby? How do you like that dick up your cunt?" 

She didn't answer. She only moaned her agreement and wrapped her arms around 
my neck. 

"Come on, bitch, squirm on that dick. Work the head of that cock," I 
demanded. 

In another moment her hips were racing with mine, racing toward fulfillment. 

I moved up on her body so that my dick would rub against her clitoris with 
each stroke. I really had her going nuts now, I really had her screaming out 
beneath me, pleading with me to fuck her, pleading with me to give it to her 
harder, faster. 

"Dick me, honey," she cried, "dick me. Give me that fucking cock! Drive me 
crazy with it, baby," she gasped beneath me tightening her grip on my neck, 
pulling my head down on her stiff erected nipples. 

My dick was sloshing in and out of her cunt now from the tiny clitoral 
orgasm she was having, one after the other. 

Then, without warning, I pulled my dick out of her pussy, totally withdrew 
it from her body. 

"Oh, don't, please don't stop now!" she shrieked. 

"Don't worry baby, I'll take care of you," I said sliding down along her 
body until my mouth was level with her cunt. Then, I began to lick and suck 
at her wet pussy. 

"How's that, baby?" 

"Oh, it's so good," she moaned "I thought you didn't want me." 

"Oh, I was crazy, crazy not to-" 

"Spread those legs bitch." 

"Anything, just don't stop, please don't stop," she moaned. 

"Wider," I said, demandingly. 

Her legs opened and her hole was vulnerable to me, vulnerable to my tongue's 
attack, vulnerable to my mouth. 

I reached up over her body and took hold of one of her tits massaging it as 
I sucked on her cunt I found her clitoris and nibbled gently at it with my 
lips. 

I spread her pussy wide and drove her more crazy as my tongue slipped in 
past her outer lips and teased and played with her inner lips. 

My cock was, if possible, even more rock hard; it felt like it was going to 
burst. It felt like it was going to fill that pussy with a gallon of come. 

I couldn't stand having my cock out of her cunt very long and so moved back 
up onto her body and put my dick back into her cunt. 

"Take it, baby," I moaned. "Take that fucking hot dick." 

"Give it to me," she cried. "Give it to me as hard as you can, as fast as 
you can-I want it all!" 

I did just that. My dick flew now in and out of her pussy like a piston 
racing out of control. Again and again I slashed her slit with my sword, 
spreading it wide open and getting my dick in to the base, feeling my balls 
slap gently against her body as I drove it into the depths of her body. 

She was squirming like an eel now. She was gasping for oxygen. Her head 
thrashed back and forth from the floor, ready for anything more I had to 
give her, ready for anything I wanted to do to her. She was helpless, she 
was totally my creature now. 

I continued plugging her pussy for another ten or fifteen minutes until I 
knew she couldn't bear it any more and then I began to let myself really go. 
I began to relish my own feelings now, began to relish the feeling of her 
tight cunt lips clinging and clasping my dick, pulling my cock deeper into 
her, deeper and further with each stroke. 

"You were made to be fucked, baby-made to be fucked by me." 

"Give it to me," she moaned, "give it to me!" 

Her teeth then clenched tightly and her nails were sticking into my back , 
her heels were firmly planted on the carpet and she arched her cunt and 
belly up toward me allowing me to get deeper into her pussy than before. 

I was in heaven. In another moment, my mind snapped and I felt my whole body 
responding to my cock. 

"Hang on, hang on," I cried out, "this is it! Take this fucking load! Take 
this load up your wet snatch." 

I was blinded by spiraling lights, by weird siren sounds going off in my 
head and then it happened. I felt my dick expanding in her cunt, felt it 
swell and then burst forth with a great load of come; spurt after spurt shot 
into her cunt 

"You fucking cunt whore, you no-good slut, take that fucking cock!" 

"Oh, baby," she moaned, "oh baby, give it to me, give it to me good! Oh, I'm 
coming-I'm coming! Take it, drive me nuts, aaah!" 

I drilled her like never before, I filled that pussy to capacity, driving 
and smashing in her cunt with my tool. And then, finally it was over, 
finally the two of us lay there naked and spent. We gasped for air, trying 
to return to reality- 

Now that it was all over, she wouldn't talk to me. She wouldn't say a word. 
She just got dressed and left. I never figured that she would tell anybody, 
I never figured she'd do what she did. But, a couple of hours later the 
doorbell rang. There were two cops standing at the door. That was my first 
arrest. That was the first time I entered the clank. I served a year and a 
half at the boys' reformatory. I think that's when I really learned to hate 
bitches, learned not to trust them. I used to lay awake nights thinking of 
all the cunt I was going to bust when I got out. All the fucking snatches I 
was going to make pay. 

like I said, that was the first time. After that, I was a confirmed believer 
that the way to handle a cunt was to treat her like one. 

I guess you can tell by the record that I was married for a while. Now that 
I think about it, it was really a short while and it only lasted seven 
months before the bitch divorced me. 

I remember how she used to be when we were dating. She loved the way I 
treated her, she loved being treated like a cunt. 

I used to slap her around a bit, but after we were married I guess she 
didn't dig it as a steady diet. 

I remember one night I came in from work. It was just before she divorced 
me. I couldn't believe my eyes. Nothing had been done in the apartment it 
was exactly as it was when I had left in the morning. The breakfast dishes 
were still in the sink, the bed was unmade and worst of all there was no 
sign of Donna. 

I was fit to be tied. I paced the apartment for about an hour waiting for 
her, waiting for a phone call, anything, to find out where she was. And I 
was becoming more furious. 

I decided to go out and get myself a couple of drinks. Decided to see how 
that would set with me. 

I knew beforehand that she was in for double trouble. I was fucking mad 
enough as it was but once I got a few drinks under my belt, there was not 
going to be any saving of this chick. 

I was out for a couple of hours in a neighborhood bar getting my belly full 
of booze and then I decided it was time to go home. 

When I walked into the apartment this time it was different The place had 
been straightened up and Donna was in the kitchen doing the dishes. 

Without any hesitation, I walked toward the kitchen and the sounds there. I 
walked up to her at the sink and when she turned around to say hello I let 
her have it across the face. 

"You bastard!" she cried. "You dirty bastard!" 

"Watch your mouth, baby, watch that mouth or I'll bust it for you." 

"I'm tired of you, Lm tired of your animal ways. I'm sick to death of being 
treated like a slave around this place, doing all the work, the cooking, the 
washing, the ironing. And what do I get from you but abuse." 

"That's what a woman's made for, baby, to take care of her man. To make sure 
that everything's done in the house and to be a good lay, that's all you 
have to worry about. You don't have to worry about another fucking thing, 
you don't have to worry about getting the bricks to support this place. You 
don't have to worry about working in a place you can't stand all day." 

"Oh yeah, what makes you think I can stand this place? What makes you think 
I can stand the sight of you any more? You're not a man, you're an animal. 
You're a no-good, fucking animal." 

That was the first time I'd ever heard her use that kind of language and I 
saw red. No wife of mine was going to talk to me like that. 

I grabbed her by the hair and slapped her hard across the face and then gave 
her a back hand. I saw the blood begin to trickle down from her lips. 

She grabbed my arm and tried to pull her hair free from my grip but there 
was nothing that was going to make me let go. My hand was vise-like. 

"Let go, you no-good son-of-a-bitch! Let go of me! I hate you, I hate you, 
hate the sight of you! I don't want anything more to do with you, I'm 
getting a divorce!" 

"So you're getting a divorce are you? That's what you think." 

In another moment I was dragging her out of the kitchen by her hair, 
dragging her toward the bedroom. 

"You need a good fucking, baby. You need a big stiff dick up your pussy to 
straighten you out" 

"I don't want to have sex with you. I don't want to, ever. I won't go to bed 
with you again!" 

'Too fucking bad. But as long as your my wife, so long as you're living 
under this roof you'll do as I say, do you understand that?" 

She didn't answer. She just held onto her hair as I yanked her through the 
apartment. 

When we got into the bedroom, I took her and threw her down onto the bed 
fully clothed. 

I was really like an animal now. A violent, uncaged animal set loose and 
starving for prey. 

I moved up to her and in one motion I ripped off her blouse from her body 
leaving her only her brassiere. 

In another instant it too was gone, flying through the air across the room, 
landing in a crumpled heap on the other side. 

"Stop it," she cried, "stop it, I don't want to! I don't want to have sex 
with you, I've got to get out of here!" 

"You'll do just as you're told," I said, and gave her another back hand 
across the face. She began to get up but I took a strong arm and pushed her 
back. "Now stay there, baby, just stay there unless you want to get the 
beating of your life, one that you'll never forget!" 

I saw the fear register in her face and I was aware of the fact that she 
knew I was serious. That she knew I would do exactly as I threatened. 

As it was, she was going to get a beating anyway. 

I advanced on her again and this time I grabbed hold of her light summer 
weight skirt and her slip at the same time. I gave one hard yank which 
popped the buttons on her skirt but still the waistband of her slip didn't 
give. I gave a second and then a third tug and then I heard the material rip 
leaving her standing there only in her panties. I discarded the handful of 
shredded clothing and moved back onto the panties. They were sheer, 
see-through, and easy to dispose of. 

She was naked now. Naked and available. The way I wanted her, the way she 
should be. 

As I started to undress, Donna made a bee-line for the door, tried to run 
out of the bedroom but I stuck my foot out and tripped her on the rug. 

"Let me out of here. You have no right to hold me here, you bastard!" She 
swored at me, the hatred flashing from her eyes, tears of frustration 
running down her cheeks. 

"I told you, baby, so long as you're my wife, so long as you're here, you're 
going to do what I want you to do. Then if you want, you can get the fuck 
out. But now, you're mine. Understand that? You're all mine, you're my 
property, you belong to me." 

"I don't belong to anyone. I'm my own person. No one owns me." 

"We'll see about that," I said. 

I grabbed her and moved her over to the bed. I sat down on the edge of the 
mattress and forced her down onto my lap. 

"You no good fucking cunt," I snarled bringing my arm down firmly onto her 
ass. "You lazy cunt, lousy fuck," I screamed at her giving her another 
resounding slap. I beat again and again on her ass until it was pink, until 
it was red, until she was crying, screaming for me to stop. 

"Now, you going to do what I tell you to do, baby?" 

"Oh, anything, just stop it, I can't stand this anymore!" 

"Okay, get on that bed now. Lay on your back and spread those legs wide, 
spread them wide for your husband, because he's going to fuck the shit out 
of you, baby." 

There was no missing the contempt in her eyes, no missing the hate that I 
knew she was feeling. But I didn't care, it matched my own. I was ready to 
take her on and ten others like her. I couldn't stand here, I didn't ever 
love her. Now, I think I openly hated her. She was frightened enough to do 
as I said and lay on her back with her legs obediently open. 

"Okay, now, finger that pussy, baby, finger that pussy while I undress." 

"No," she said, "that's enough. I don't have to degrade myself, I don't have 
to put up with this." 

"You have to put up with whatever I tell you, you understand that? You 
filthy cunt-" 

"Who the hell do you think you are?" She outraged. 

"I think I'm your fucking old man, baby, and so long as I am you're going to 
do as you're told." 

"I won't do it" 

I approached the bed and raised my hand bringing it down hard across her 
cheek. "What do you mean you won't do it? Do you want more of the same?" 

"No," she answered meekly. "No, please don't." 

"All right, then do as I told you." 

She lay back down on the bed and without any further hesitation, her fingers 
moved down between her legs and she began to finger her pussy spreading her 
lips open and playing with her clitoris. 

"Thaf s it, baby, work that cunt up, get it nice and wet and ready for me." 

I was out of my clothes and moving onto the bed now with my dick fully 
extended in front of me stiff as a board. 

"Okay, arch that fucking pussy up at me. Give it to me, baby." 

She did as she was told. There was no more resistance. None at all. 

She lifted her cunt up at me and shoved it toward my face. I began to lick 
and suck on it, spreading her legs further and making her more vulnerable to 
me. Her pussy was spread out in front of me waiting for me to lick and suck 
at her slit. 

I knew that pissed as she was with me now that as soon as I started making 
love to her she would change her tune. It there was one thing that Donna 
couldn't resist it was a stiff cock. 

As soon as I began to suck on he; clit she began to let out little cries of 
pleasure. I could tell that she was trying to suppress them but nothing she 
could do could hide her feelings. No way to hide what she was experiencing 
as my tongue moved wetly, sleekly over her pussy catching her clit and 
gently nibbling on it. 

If there was one thing I knew how to do it was to heat up my women, to make 
certain they got to the point where they would enjoy what I was going to do 
to them further. 

I spread her cunt lips with my thumbs and eased my tongue up into her crack. 
Gently, sweetly, I inhaled the pungent aroma of her pussy, filling my 
nostrils with the lovely aroma of her cunt. 

In another moment she was mine. As gentle as a kitten, I had her exactly 
where I wanted her. 

"Oh, suck me, oh, do it to me! Eat my pussy. Run your tongue up and down my 
crack," she murmured, rolling her head from side to side and pushing her 
cunt harder and faster into my face. I pushed her legs even further back 
onto the bed until that cunt was totally open and available to my lips as 
they begin to kiss and bite her pussy lips again. 

She was really grooving on my tongue now as I deposited kisses and bites up 
and down the entire length of her slit. 

"Oh do me, baby, do me like you always do!" 

"I thought you didn't want to fuck with me?" 

"I'm sorry," she moaned, "I lost my head. I didn't know what I was saying. 
You're the best man I've ever had." 

"That's it, baby, keep talking, keep talking and keep those legs spread. 
Take your fucking husband, baby, let him turn you on, make him let you feel 
like a real woman-a no-good slut woman. All you're good for is getting 
fucked. What else would you want, what else could you ask for?" 

"Oh, nothing, baby, take it, take it, and make me scream!" 

"I'll make you scream, bitch, I'll make you scream with delight." 

I left my beard rub against the soft skin of he; ass letting it rub gently 
on her soft skin, letting her know that I was there. Letting her know that 
she had a real man between her legs eating out her cunt. 

Her cunt juices were flowing freely, wetting her slit, sopping the cunt 
hairs around it, and my face was soaked wet as I licked and sucked at her 
sweet juice taking as much of it into my mouth as I could get and making her 
secrete more and more as my tongue moved in and out of the squirming slit. 

She couldn't stop moaning and thrashing her head back and forth on the 
mattress as I ate her pussy again and again slipping my tongue into her cunt 
and moving it up to the clitoris. She had already had two clitoral orgasms, 
she was truly heated up now, her cunt was juicing faster than I could suck 
it up. Her body was responding to me as it always did, completely and fully. 
She was mine and I knew it. In another moment, I spread her legs even wider, 
making her put her ankles down and her head thrashing. Her cunt was 
absolutely vulnerable to my attack. 

"Now I'm going to fuck you, baby, are you ready?" 

"Oh, yes," she moaned. "Yes, I'm ready. Take me! Take my pussy, take it and 
make it yours!" 

"It is mine." 

"Oh, yes, honey, oh yes!" 

"I'm going to fuck you now bitch. Going to fuck the shit out of you." 

"I need it, baby, I need it so bad!" 

"And now you're going to get it." 

I put her two feet together and held them with one hand. With my other hand 
I directed my cock head at her pussy and drove it into between the swollen 
lips of her cunt. 

She gasped slightly as my dick spread her lips and then I tortured her cunt 
moving it up and down the slit until she was crying-whining for more dick. 

"Are you ever going to disobey me again, baby?" 

"No, I promise I won't. Just fuck me, fuck me, now!" 

"Okay, baby, take it, bitch, take this stiff cock." 

"Oh, give it to me, give it to me," she cried. I took my dick and shoved it 
into her pussy all the way taking long, slow strokes, I filled her cunt to 
capacity over and over again with my stiff tool. 

There was no question in my mind but that she loved what was happening. That 
she loved what was happening to her pussy. That she loved the man who was 
fucking her. There was no question but that I was right about women. That 
they all loved a big stiff dick up their cunt, loved to be dominated by a 
man, loved to get slapped around before they were made love to. It let them 
know who they were, helped them to keep their identity as women. 

My cock was bursting with energy but yet I gave it to her nice and slowly. 
Steadily it went in and out of her slit till I thought she would go crazy 
beneath me. I fingered her clitoris with my fingers after placing her legs 
on my shoulders. She was whimpering and whining on the bed beneath me, 
trying to squirm onto my dick faster but I held her in place with my hands 
firmly on the upper part of her thighs. 

There was nothing she could do but lay there and get stiff dicked by me. 
Nothing she could do to prevent it. 

Donna loved cock almost more than any other woman I ever came in contact 
with. And she loved being dominated. I still don't know why she left me, why 
she divorced me. I know that she dug the kind of life we had and I knew 
she'd be lost without me telling her what to do and how to do it. I just 
didn't understand why she really did leave, why she divorced me. But anyway, 
back to my story. 

So I had this bitch spread out on the bed before me, my cock up her pussy, 
and my fingers alternating between her clit and her tits. It was a pretty 
sight that her cunt made as it sucked my dick, as it clung to my wet shining 
cock, as I pushed and pulled in her body. 

Her cunt felt like a thousand tiny fingers were massaging my dick. She had 
one hell of a pussy. I don't know where she learned how to use it so 
expertly. But she could just about milk my dick and make me come whenever 
she was ready. She did something with her cunt muscles that made my body 
tense, that made my body give in to her pussy and shoot my load. 

That was one thing about Donna that I was never able to control. She held 
the ultimate power to make me come; the only way I could stop it was by 
pulling out. And only then if I was able to get my dick out of her before 
she had gotten me to the point where I couldn't stop. 

She sure knew how to work that cunt muscle. She knew how to take a man and 
make him shoot her full of cream. 

Her tits were swollen and heavy and I played with the nipples and her cunt 
until she was so restless and gasping for air and release that I knew she 
couldn't go much further. I sunk my dick again to. the depths of her pussy, 
slowing, maddeningly slowly for. both of us. But it was a good kind of 
torture. It was a magnificent kind of pleasure mixed with pain. 

I wante; to ram her cunt, to fuck her pussy like a hot rabbit on his bunny's 
snatch but yet I knew that there could be nothing better than this for 
either of us. 

"Oh, fuck me," she moaned, "fuck me. Give it to me harder!" 

"Don't worry, bitch, you'll get it when the time's right. When the time's 
right I'll ram that pussy." 

"Oh, do it to me hard, do it to me hard!" she cried piteously. "I want you 
inside of me all the way. I want to feel that cock driving me nuts!" 

"It already is, baby." 

"Yes, I know, but I want it faster. I want it harder." 

"Just lay there, baby, let me fuck you. Don't tell me how to fuck or I'll 
slap the shit out of you." 

"Please," she moaned, "give it to me, harder! M 

"Just lay back and enjoy it," I said, tugging her nipples a little harder. I 
gave her a little more dick than I did before. Now I was grinding my full 
length of cock into her with each completed stroke. 

I could tell that she was near the end of the line. I could tell that she 
was completely worked up, that she was a mass of nerve endings. All over her 
body she was broken out in goose bumps. 

"Oh, baby, I can't take any more! Fuck me!" She groaned over and over again. 
"Fuck me, fuck me to the bone!" 

"That's it, bitch! Take it now, take that dick slow." 

I knew that Donna was good for as many orgasms as I could give her. I knew 
that she got hotter and hotter as we went along. 

I sent my dick into her more slowly, letting all her moist cunty flesh 
surround my dick, and gobble it into her body. She was a fine bitch, 
dynamite! 

"Fuck me, stud," she moaned. "Fuck me!" 

"I am, baby, I'm fucking that cunt of yours good." 

"I can't-I can't hold it any longer-" 

"Go over, baby, go over!" I yelled. 

"Oh," she cried. "Oh, give me that cock!" She was nearly screaming. "Give me 
that big beautiful dick!" 

"You got it, baby, you got it right up that snatch of yours. Tighten that 
pussy!" 

Now it was just a matter of time. Just a matter of minutes before the two of 
us would explode in the white heat of our passion, until we could only gasp, 
only cry and scream, and cling to each other, as I pounded her pussy into a 
jellied ecstasy with my dick which would be fired by her beautiful sweet 
cunt 

Again and again I drove my dick into her, slowly, steadily; my cock felt 
like a board fantastically stiff, fantastically ready to plunge deeper into 
the bottom of her cave. Once I heard the ultimate signal, once I heard my 
own voice and felt my nuts give way, felt the fluid boiling to the tip of my 
cock and into her pussy. 

Now it was only a matter of the briefest seconds before she moaned beneath 
me, groaning, screaming, hollering-and then I let her have it full force. I 
pounded her snatch until she let out a final scream for mercy, until she 
pleaded with me to slow down. At the same time my hands struck out at her 
ass, her beautiful round firm ass. I slapped with each cock stroke. 

She was gone, she was over the limit now. Her cunt was making a final strain 
on my dick. Her pussy was overflowing; she'd taken all she could take of my 
pummeling dick. Her body had to have its release. She opened up the dam and 
allowed the juice to flow out. 

Her fingernails dug into my back, into my biceps, her lips seeking out mine. 
I couldn't stand it any more and my own dick exploded, shooting into her a 
steady stream of come. 

The next day when I got home she wasn't there. She'd gone to stay at her 
mother's. The next thing I knew, I was divorced. 

 INTERVIEW THREE 

Well, after that, it was pretty grim up until I was caught. I mean I didn't 
have any steady pussy any more. I wasn't the type of guy who could do 
without it, not even for a night. At first I tried getting it the legitimate 
way but that didn't work. Then I tried some whores but that didn't give me 
too much satisfaction so then I decided, fuck it, I would get myself some 
pretty broads to lick. That was one way of getting my rocks off. 

This particular night I saw this chick as I was walking to the subway. The 
goddam broad probably wanted to get fucked and raped. Anyone who has a 
ground floor apartment and walks around in a negligee deserves to get raped. 

At any rate, I walked right up to the apartment building. The front door was 
open. I couldnt tell which apartment she was in so I simply rang the 
doorbell. 

It happened to be her apartment all right. 

"Who is it?" 

She didn't seem to be too suspicious. She opened the door and just stood 
there. "Yes?" she smiled. 

She stepped back a little. "What do you want?" She asked pleasantly. "I want 
you." 

She suddenly changed her expression and the door began to close. But it was 
too late. I was already inside. 

"Hey, get out of here!" She shouted. "I don't want any trouble." 

"Then you shouldn't be walking around like that in plain sight," I said. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset anybody. I didn't realize that-" 

"That's alright, baby, you didn't upset me. You just turned me on. What do 
you say you and I have a little fun?" 

"No, man, leave me alone and get out of here! Leave, and well call it a 
night." 

"I'll leave, but first Id like to get a little of what's hiding under that 
pretty red gown of yours." 

"Please, just leave me alone! I'm expecting company any minute," she said. 

I could tell by the tone that she was lying. I could tell she wouldn't be 
receiving company in that outfit. Or maybe she would. But that didn't 
matter. 

"Look-if you don't get out of here I'll scream," she said. 

"If you scream I'll kill you." 

I could see the panic in he; eyes. I saw that she knew at that point it was 
no use. She was trapped. 

"Why don't we go into the other room?" I said. 

I could see the bed through the open door of what must be the bedroom. 

"Sure," she answered, "Let's go." A little too coolly, I thought. 

We started walking toward the bedroom and then suddenly she made a mad dash 
to the door. She had it opened but I was too quick for her. My hands landed 
on it and slammed it shut. 

Then she turned to me and slapped out at me as hard as she could. 

I wanted to show this chick I wasn't fooling around. I slapped her back, 
real hard. 

Then I took her by the arm and led her into the bedroom.'I'm warning you, 
bitch, one false move and your dead." 

I threw her onto the bed and she fell on her back. The material of her 
negligee moved up her leg until her thighs were completely visible and I 
could see the outline of her panties. 

There was no two ways about it. My cock was king that night. It was so hard 
and thick and I didn't even realize that while staring I had opened my 
zipper. Without any further hesitation I took that big dick out of my pants. 
And then she knew I meant business. She opened her mouth and began to scream 
but I fixed that fast. I leaped on top of the bed where she lay and beat my 
fist into her mouth. 

"I told you, baby, one move-one wrong move-and you're going to be dead." 

I moved between her legs now and began to touch her thighs. They were long 
and full and beautiful. Shapely. She shook her head from the belt I had just 
given her and slowly blinked herself back to total awareness. I had used the 
time when she was still woozy to disrobe her and get out of my own clothes. 

I could tell that this one was going to fight me all the way. Immediately 
she began to slap out at me which pissed me off, got me fucking mad. 

I was doing the best I could to be easy on her instead of just knocking her 
out cold and taking her body for my use. I was trying to be sweet and 
gentle. I punched her around a little bit, just to show her who was boss. To 
show her that I meant what I said. I could tell I wasn't going to waste any 
time with this broad. I slipped onto the bed and crawled between her spread 
legs. She was fighting like a hell cat but it didn't do any good. I 
positioned my cock and pushed it into her hot tight cunt. At first she 
stiffened and then her body shuddered as I continued to drive my dick 
further into her pussy. If she wanted to be a bitch, she was going to get 
fucked like one. I didn't care that her cunt was dry that she was in agony. 
My own dick didn't feel so good as it drove into that dry cunt. But I knew 
before long it would become lubricated, that I would be able to fuck that 
chick in her own cunt juice. It was no good to try to con or sweet talk this 
bitch, she didn't want it and nothing I could do would make her want it. But 
still I had my cock in her pussy and that's where I wanted it. I continued 
to pump into her, spreading her legs wide. I squeezed and kneaded her 
breasts until the sweet light flesh turned pink and then I continued to 
squeeze harder and harder her nipples until they were a flame red and she 
cried out begging me to stop. 

But I continued driving my dick into her, still pinching her nipples, 
squeezing them as hard as I could, making her plead for mercy. I promised 
her that the louder she got the harder I would squeeze until at last in an 
attempt to calm me down she shut up and spread her legs and let me fuck her. 

I slapped her breasts and her face and then suddenly, as if out of nowhere, 
her whole attitude changed. I guess that I finally got to her as she 
whimpered and moaned as my cock went tearing and roaring inside of her now. 
I suddenly went mad as her cunt lubricated and my dick slid in and out 
without the slightest resistance. I reached under her and dug my fingers 
into her ass-cheeks and held onto her until she was whimpering like a bitch 
in heat. I didn't waste any more time with this cunt, I wanted to fuck her. 
I took my finger and stuck it into her tight ass-hole and dug deep and 
twisted my finger as I dug my other hand into her ass-cheeks. 

It was all happening inside of me, it was going fast and furious now. My 
dick was slipping in and out of her pussy and she was whimpering and moaning 
beneath me. Suddenly I felt her come, felt her orgasm stiffen more and shoot 
forward spreading my cream into her sweet hungry cunt. 

After I was finished I just wanted to get out of there. I hadn't had so much 
resistance from a pussy in a long time. I reached for the nearest thing I 
could which was her negligee. I ripped a big piece out of it and made her 
open her mouth stuffing it into her. Then I tied her hand and told her not 
to move while I got dressed. I don't know why I was being so kind to this 
bitch. I tied her in such a way that she could easily get loose but I didn't 
want her giving me a hard time while I was getting dressed and making my 
getaway. At any rate, that's what happened. I got dressed and took off. I 
went flying out of that apartment and down the street and into the open city 
where there were a lot of people and places. I ducked into a subway and was 
gone into the night. 

And that's what happened, Doc, time after time after time until one time I 
wasn't slick enough. One time I didn't count on there being a roommate in 
the next room even though this fucking broad told me. I didn't believe her, 
I thought it was just another story. Until the cops arrived. 

 CASE HISTORY EIGHT 

Subject: Herb C. Age: Thirty-three 

 INTERVIEW ONE 

Herb C. was referred to the prison psychiatric staff due to his hostile and 
aggressive behavior towards his fellow inmates. The patient was not eager 
for psychiatric help, rather, he was uncooperative and secretive. 

But with careful maneuvering and questioning, I was able to draw the patient 
out of himself. He then relayed his feelings to me with ease. His story is 
related as follows: 

I don't know how I got into all this, Doc. I used to just be a happy traffic 
cop. I used to work at a traffic intersection at a small public school-P.S. 
110. And I didn't know it then, Doc, but I used to watch those little girls 
as they went in and out. 

It was all I could do to control myself. As I directed them across the 
street, I watched their little skirts flying and see their panties 
underneath. 

They weren't little girls, Doc, really. They were about-oh, I guess ten, 
eleven. And on a hot day, Doc, I could just smell those little pussies. 
Those juicy, wet, succulent pussies. 

I went crazy! I just couldn't stand it any longer. I had to have some. I had 
to smell it. I had to eat it. I wanted it, and I had to have it. 

Doc, there was this one little girl in school that I just couldn't keep my 
eyes off of. Her name was Samantha. She was a beautiful little thing-about 
eleven years old. She would always say "hi" to me as she went by. But then 
towards the end, she would want to walk home with me, Doc. She was so 
beautiful and pretty. She had long, blonde hair and that china complexion. 
Her titties were just beginning to show, and I could tell and hear by the 
swish of her underwear that she was beginning to come into her womanhood. 

Doc, I could smell it-I could just smell that sweet pussy. I had to have 
her. She was always so willing to walk with me, talk with me. And I knew 
that I could have her. It was just a question of time. 

One hot summer day, Doc, I asked her if she wanted to go with me to a vacant 
lot. Yeah, I couldn't resist any more, Doc. I just had to do it. I had to 
see, I had to smell, I had to eat that beautiful young virgin pussy-that 
unfucked cunt. 

There was a secluded lot away from everything, and I told her to lie down on 
the grass. 

"But Herb," she protested, "what are you going to do to me?" 

"Hush," I said, "don't be frightened." I then began to stroke her beautiful 
thighs, to grasp up around her waist. 

"I'm not going to hurt you-honest, I'm not. In fact, I like you a lot." 

Gosh, Doctor-it was all I could do to control myself. My dick was swollen 
and hungry for that young pussy. It strained against my constricting 
underwear. I thought to myself that in a while it would be shooting its 
creamy come-and I could hardly wait. 

I felt the little girl tremble as she felt my big hands inch their way up 
towards her little panties. She was just a kid. She really didn't understand 
what it was about. She only knew that I was a big policeman, and that I 
would protect her. 

The funny thing is Doc, she didn't think there was anything wrong with what 
I was doing. I could just feel it, I could sense it. 

I moved my hands very slowly up the milk-white thigh of the child. I was a 
little bit nervous, Doc. This was the first time that I had actually even 
thought of touching one of these little girls. I'd waited so long, Doc. I 
really had. I can't tell you how many times I thought of these little girls' 
pussies and how I wanted to eat and fuck them. It was sheer torment, Doc. 
You don't understand. 

I placed my hand on the soft little knee of the nymph, and then slightly 
kissed her on the cheek. I guess it was at this point, Doc, that she guessed 
that something peculiar was going on. She was really too innocent to know 
what was going on. But I guess that in a round way, she was responding to 
the wonderful things that she would expect as a woman. It was at that moment 
that she trembled-a little girlish tremble, and I whispered to her that 
there was no reason to be afraid any more. 

I had to get my prick out before it broke in two. The feeling of my hand on 
that beautiful milk-white skin was more than I could stand. My cock rebelled 
furiously against its confines. My fingers fumbled with the zipper, but in a 
moment, my pants were down. I then slid down my underpants and my massive 
tool swung out into view. I was ready for action-it was really big. I'm a 
big stud, Doc-a big guy. 

Little Samantha's eyes opened wide at the sight of my hard rod-its blue 
veins and its frantic, bulging red knob at the end were more than her eyes 
could conceive. Even more fascinating were my big pony balls which pulled up 
hard against the root of my prick, as I hungered for a chance to send that 
thick male cream shooting through that hard cock. 

"What's wrong, Samantha, haven't you ever seen one of these before?" I asked 
her, as I gave my big dick a pat. 

"No-no! Not like that!" she said. Her voice was full of fright and half 
bursting with curiosity that was starting to turn my desire into lust. I'd 
assumed that she had seen her father's prick once or twice-you know, most 
kids see their fathers when they're taking showers or something like that. 
And it all seemed to me that she had had some kind of a crazy lecture about 
the birds and the bees or something, and that in some way she was prepared 
for what was to come next. 

Anyway, Doc, that's all theoretical knowledge. It's quite different from 
what she was seeing-my frantic male rod, pulsating and fiery, ready to shoot 
its come. 

I just stood there watching my big rod. It was interesting to note that she 
was almost a woman. She gazed at my big prick, and she started unconsciously 
licking her tongue, and I knew that she was wondering what it would look 
like to see that funny-looking pole, that big thing, inside her mouth-or her 
little twat. As she became consumed by the sight of it, she was more and 
more eager to know what it was really like. 

I guess that through many years with these children Doc, I instinctively 
knew that this was what her reaction would be. And for that reason, I 
started moving my hand towards her cunt in order to allow the girl's own 
instincts to get her in the mood for what it was I had in mind. 

"M-May I touch it?" she said. Her voice was timid and thoroughly delightful. 
She was such a feminine, delicate creature. Her soft little hand reached 
gingerly out. 

"Go ahead, Samantha," I smiled, "I'd like that a lot." 

Her fingers were dainty and soft as they touched my rod. It felt like a 
red-hot poker. I felt my prick quiver and long for contact with the skin of 
the little girl. I knew that she couldn't hold out though-her feminine 
instincts were too strong for that sort of thing. And before long, I knew 
that it wouldn't be enough for her to fondle my huge big toy-my dick. I 
gasped as I felt the little fingers around my hot meat, and it was just my 
luck that I didn't go off into her hand and all over her face. I could tell 
by the nature of her squeezes that her little girlish curiosity was being 
swabbed by a mounting tide of womanly desire-a womanly desire that was so 
new-the womanly desire that she would recognize until later in her life. 

The time was right for me now, Doc. I couldn't wait to get my paws on that 
little cunt that I had longed for, for so long. It was then with a tender 
tickling motion that I swept my hand to the inside of Samantha's thigh, and 
started to squeeze the soft cunt flesh through her beautiful panties that 
she was wearing. 

She was now a sex-crazed nymph. An implement of my desire. Her face 
reflected both surprise and overwhelming passion. I could tell that the 
little creature was getting hot. There was no question. It was obvious. 

I observed her increasing arousal, the dampness of her panties, and the 
sweet smell of her hot, sweaty pussy. As I enjoyed the smell, my fingers 
worked their way through the panties to the little labia that were waiting 
for my touch. 

This little cunt would never have any problem. She was moist, and there were 
all signs that she would be sexually satisfied. 

"Oh, Officer Herb!" she gulped, "am I supposed to get it all down there? And 
do you know, Herb, that I have a little button between my legs up towards 
the front that's getting stiff now. Herb, I don't ever remember it getting 
stiff like that before. It feels so good-but is it supposed to be like 
that?" 

I kissed her cheek and said, "Of course it is, darling, you're a perfect 
little woman-that's all. There's nothing to worry about." 

I could feel her clit stiffen even more, and I could feel her cunt contract, 
as I described to her what a woman was all about. I could tell that she was 
thrilled by her new position. A woman! The idea of being a woman-like her 
mother-was so exciting that she decided that she must do whatever I said for 
her to do. And the faster, the better. 

I teased myself long enough Doc, just tickling her labia through those moist 
little panties. But there was a limit to how much waiting my throbbing prick 
could be expected to put up with. So I pulled her panties down around her 
slender thighs, and noticed with appreciation how little Samantha sighed, as 
a draft of cold air hit her stimulated little cunt. 

My fingers were back on that cunt now. I was pulling longingly at those soft 
lips. My little girl friend had started to moan as if she were a full-grown 
woman. I knew that she was for real, Doc. I knew that it wasn't possible 
that she'd seen a real woman fuck or be fucked. It was just her feminine 
instinct Doc. Pure. Pure and simple. 

My cock poked out harder and harder as I began to see the moisture from the 
little girl's cunt dripping over my hand. What a sweet cunt! Even in my best 
fantasies I never dared to dream that my little girl's twat would be as 
delicate or as wonderful as this. I prodded my fingers slightly into that 
lovely, little hole-that beautiful cunny. I had to be careful though, I 
didn't want to hurt Samantha or damage her hymen. I couldn't believe the 
sweetness of her hole. 

Her smell spurred me on. 

"Samantha," I said, consumed with curiosity about the subject, "have you had 
your first period yet?" 

"No," the little girl said with a smile, which showed that she was a 
healthy, sensual little girl. "I don't have any dumb hang ups about 
discussing these things. But my mommy has told me all about it. It sounds 
like a big pain in the neck for us girls." 

"Ah, but my little Samantha," I said, giving her little labia a delightful 
squeeze, "it's when your period begins that a girl really becomes a woman." 
I told her. 

"Oh, then I really hope that I have mine soon!" she exclaimed excitedly. 
"But what about my boobies? I want to have boobies-just like Mommy and other 
women do!" 

"Don't worry, sweetheart. They'll grow-they'll grow at the same time when 
you have your first period." At saying this I pulled the cotton dress over 
her head and started to kiss her dainty little nipples-nipples which any 
other man would have called uninteresting because they were not yet a 
woman's. But for me they were as delectable as Cleopatra's must have been to 
her slave lovers. My tongue slipped all around the delicious buds as they 
responded beautifully to my caressing lips. They gave the faintest, least 
perceptible swelling as I browsed over her delicate underdeveloped little 
chest. 

I noticed that her breath was coming in shorter and shorter gasps, and it 
was clear that she was getting more and more worked up by my combined nipple 
and twat action. I guess it wouldn't have been too long before her little 
virgin cunt would come. I knew that it was possible for her to come, but not 
in a way that she would come later on in her life. My free hand was down on 
my cock, working my aching prick. I wanted to keep from ejaculating, but 
because it was my plan to finger little Samantha off, so as to initiate her 
in the joys of the female come, I decided to hold off a little longer. 

I knew that she had gotten extra confidence from my severe finger-fucking. I 
wanted her to blow me, for I was afraid to stick my massive tool into 
anything as delicate as her little cunt. Besides, I wanted to initiate her 
into the joys of oral sex, and give her all my spunk to swallow-all of 
it-every last drop of it. 

My fingers were more and more frantic as I beat my huge meat, excited by the 
pleasure my other hand was giving the little girl. They prodded open her 
little labia as I moved them in and out, sucking the pussy fluid from them, 
and occasionally offering her a whiff and a taste of her own pussy juice. 
She would smile and accept it in her own mouth eagerly, for she was-even for 
a little girl-really a very sensual piece. 

I knew that she was about to come. I could feel it by the tension in her 
little body. She suddenly gave a few spasmodic jerks and she ground her 
pussy onto my finger with the fluid draining from her sopping pussy. 

That was all there was to it. All of a sudden, a thrill ran through the 
child's body, and then her beautiful come shocks tore through it, making her 
gasp and shriek, her shoulders heaving with passion. 

My little friend didn't know that this was a new world for her. A beautiful 
experience-a thing of beauty unknown to her formerly unused cunt. She burst 
with stabs of sweetness, her cunt contracting, heaving, while still my 
fingers poked and prodded around her heavenly, aching sweetness. 

"Oh, Officer Herb, Officer Herb!" she murmured in her high piping voice, her 
angel voice, all the while her tiny pelvis bucked and heaved against my 
hand. 

I had hardly touched my prick at all. But the realization that I had gotten 
a little girl off with my fingering, that I had gotten this delightful 
little puss off for that matter, was really enough to bring my huge gushing 
load of male cream off. I could feel the maddening tension of the muscles, a 
tension which longed for release to come. But somehow I gritted my teeth and 
managed to keep myself from exploding. My prick was a super-dynamite thing. 
I knew that the time would come and that I didn't need a blasting cap. Her 
lovely naked frame lay gasping in front of me. Her expression was priceless. 
It was the expression of a saint She had so much appeal this little girl-I 
guess it was a combination of her girlishness and the newness of the 
sensation she had never felt in her young body, and that mysterious 
expression of a woman who's been fucked by a real man. 

"Oh, Officer Herb," she said. "That was so beautiful. Is that what it means 
to be a woman? " 

I nodded my head. 

"How lucky I am, then. The young boys have as much fun as we did." 

"Well, certainly," I said, "If they have nice little women like you to do it 
with." 

Once again she smiled one of her adorable smiles to show me how grateful she 
was for what I had done for her. 

"Now remember," I said earnestly, "remember not to tell Mommy or Daddy, or 
anyone else about this or I can get into a lot of trouble." 

"Why?" she asked quizzically. "You mean what we did together? Is there 
something wrong with what we did?" 

She was so innocent, Doc. There was nothing about this girl that wasn't 
innocent. There weren't any moral judgments about what was right and what 
was wrong sexually. The truth is-there is nothing wrong with any sexual act, 
as long as it's done with understanding and consideration for the other 
person. 

And so I said to her, "No, Samantha. We didn't do anything wrong, honey. But 
there are a lot of people who don't understand that yet. But now I want to 
try something with you that I think you'll like very much, and it will allow 
you to be more active than before. Do you want to try, Samantha?" 

The little girl clapped her hands, delighted and said, "Oh yes! Yes, Herb. 
Please, yes!" 

I then placed my lips against hers and started to French-kiss her. I began 
very tenderly of course, moving my tongue softly between her pink, small 
lips. She had such a tiny, luscious mouth, which made it all the more 
desirable for kissing. 

Anyway Doc, I always felt the female's mouth was one of the most sensual 
parts of her. And just because this female happened to be a little girl 
didn't change my feelings any. As I kissed her Doc, I noticed that her clit 
was beginning to swell again. I tongued her in and out. Her pussy was wet 
again. As she moved to meet my kisses and my hand, I knew, that she wished 
it would go on forever and ever. As my tender tongue moved against her 
pearly teeth and the back of her mouth, as it played wildly with her tongue, 
my hands meanwhile were tickling at her nipples and against her legs, and I 
could feel my furious hard rod growing. She responded every time I touched 
her with it. I could feel her shivers-shivers of longing and fear, like so 
many virgins, who had not learned how wonderful cock could be. She was a bit 
scared of the idea of the large thing being stuck in her hole. But I knew 
that she wanted it more than I. 

I knew that she would have liked our tender kissing to continue, but I had 
other ideas. And so I gently withdrew my mouth and started kissing the 
little girl on the chin, on the neck, working down towards her beautiful 
labia while she giggled in the most delightful, feminine sort of way I have 
ever heard. 

I knew where my tongue was heading-to that little girl's sweet cunny. It was 
like I had never seen a little girl's cunt before. I was very eager, and at 
the same time it occurred to me that I might be disappointed. My kisses were 
long, alternating with long sweeping licks, my tongue lapping over the 
little girl's sleek and velvety skin. I was sucking one of her nipples now. 
It was so exciting to me, Doc. It made me even more aroused to think about 
me being an older man, sucking on those baby nipples that were once sucking 
on her mother's breasts. Samantha sighed at the touch of my tongue on her 
little rose bud nipples. I knew that she was instinctively enjoying the 
whole process, as she arched and twitched her small thighs into my grasp. 

Sucking and slurping, my tongue licked over the taut little belly, as I 
thought of her beautiful femininity-her ovaries, uterus, and all the other 
components of a woman's sexuality. They were not quite ready for my use. 
This thought made my prick ache without a stiffness or desire. You have no 
idea of the excitement that I felt for the little unfledged twat. Her 
perfect virgin mound, her beautiful pussy lips-pink and delicate. I drew my 
tongue along its exquisite smooth skin-the smooth skin of a little 
virgin-the skin that would before long be sprouting a huge crop of woman 
moss. It was just this forecast of the future that turned me on-the little 
girl. 

My tongue slipped back and forth, and the little clit was as perfectly 
formed as a mature woman's. But of course, it was smaller and more delicate 
as well as desirable. I knew that the feel of my wet tongue on her clit sent 
shudders down her spine, as I licked away at her luscious girl flesh. 

"Samantha, would you like my prick in your mouth?" I asked. 

"Oh, Officer Herb, that would be beautiful!" 

It was then that I knew that I could not deny this cute little pussy, and so 
I swung my body around to little Samantha's doll-like head. I felt her 
beautiful curious little fingers grab my rod and squeeze it a few times, and 
then felt her pop it into her mouth like it was some kind of lollipop with a 
new and unusual taste. 

She was such a beautiful cocksucker. I guess she had remembered from her 
imagination what it was like to suck on her mother's nipples. Or maybe it 
was because they like to eat a lot of candy. Little girls like Samantha are 
the most perfect blow-job givers, for they go about their work tremendous 
enthusiasm that is often lacking in some of the older women who have become 
bored with cock. Of course, my little cunny was inexperienced, but although 
experience counts a lot in sex, there is a great deal to be said novice 
ability. Samantha had it by the carload. 

At first, she had just sucked my prick. But then it seemed that she got the 
idea of combining some tongue thrusts with her usual routine. And much to my 
pleasure she was sensitive enough to realize that she had done something 
nice to my body. With this in mind, she build on her experience and began to 
suck me off with new enthusiasm. My prick jumped and swelled from the 
torture she was inflicting on it. Her tongue-flicking got my prick harder 
and harder until it seemed that I would not be able to control myself. 

It was all I could do. I was going wild. This little twat was tickling my 
cock with her beautiful tongue. As she sucked me off, my eager eyes drank in 
every detail of her little labia, her beautiful cunt hole, her hard little 
clit and her soft little hole partially covered by the membrane of her 
hymen. It was incredible how delicate and feminine she was. Every lick of 
her precious twat was paradise as her sweet juices flowed into my waiting 
mouth. 

At first what I thought was a real girl's smell was not. Her pussy smelled 
of youth and not experience. This however, made it all the more sexier for 
me because this emphasized the fact that she was in fact, still a little 
girl, and not an overblown woman. 

We gasping in passion as we sixty-nined, our tongues delicately at work on 
each other's sexual organs. It was as though we would be consumed by each 
other's fire-the fire of our lust and desire for each other. 

I felt Samantha's body tensing for her to come again for the second time. I 
was glad. I was glad for the little minx who had worked so frantically and 
so well on my prick. 

I knew that it would be just a question of moments before my dick shot its 
creamy load into her mouth. 

I was only a couple of strokes away. I could feel the weight of my balls 
filling-filling with the beautiful love cream that I would shoot down her 
small throat-the kind that would choke her. 

Madly I tore at her virgin pussy, and suddenly, her hairless cunt, all pink 
and sweet was blasting in my face. Her pelvis was bucking hard on me. Her 
pussy juice was dripping from her cunt past the maidenhead. 

I knew that I had gotten her off, and I felt a shudder in my loins as all of 
a sudden my prick started pumping and gushing, sending the thick creamy 
loads of come into my little lover's mouth, while her shoulders heaved in 
ecstasy, my big hands cramming her face down on my big dick. 

We rammed into each other's face with our respective, eager private parts. 
We came together in excellent time. We heaved, bucked and sighed together, 
and at last, it was over. 

We lay together in each other's arms for a short while. It was wonderful to 
protect the small, beautiful little cunny from the world. This little cunny 
that would be mine. This little cunny that I would always seek out. This 
cunt that I loved 

My prick slowly oozed from her mouth as I watched her small throat spasm 
from the terrific load I had imparted there. 

I looked at her and smiled. "Good?" I asked. 

"Oh, Herbie, you can't imagine how good it tastes." 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

Everything went along just fine for a while, until one day we got caught. I 
guess it was bound to happen, I was having such a good time with that little 
cunny. It was all mine-she gave it to me whenever I wanted it. Everyday 
after school I ate that cunt, Doc. It was all I wanted. It was all I thought 
about. 

Well you know how it is. It was one of those old maid schoolteachers that's 
not getting any that discovered us out in the vacant lot one day. Yeah, it 
was her all right-old Miss Craven. Apparently she had seen us walking out of 
that vacant lot together. 

It was a shame too, Doc. Little Samantha and I had had some interesting 
sexual encounters. 

This is what happened before the police came: I had just ordered her over my 
knees. She responded of course immediately. That's really one of the nice 
things about having children as lovers. Everything is so new to them. You 
can try new things that you don't think you're particularly good at. This 
can always be done in confident expectation. The child will react with 
wonderment and delight 

She was so light and delicate on my lap. So feminine and fragile. It was as 
if I could break her in two with one blow. But of course, I wanted to bring 
pleasure to her tender body, for I knew from personal experience that there 
was real joy mixed up in pain. 

As I think about it now, one of the most beautiful aspects of this sexual 
encounter was the little girl's tenderness and fragility in contrast to my 
own rugged, masculine need. It was almost a fatherly responsibility that I 
felt towards her. It was knowing her fragility and the limits that she could 
withstand. It made it so enticing to me. 

My hand hovered above the tiny little globes. The little Dresden china 
globes that were perfectly formed. The creamiest and whitest that I had ever 
seen. I knew that they would not be white much longer. It was all I could do 
to control myself. The little swore to me that she would bathe and dress 
herself in private so that her parents would not see her reddened bottom. I 
had discussed this at great length with the little girl, and this in 
particular, had excited me. 

I knew that little Samantha would respond to the flailing I was about to 
give her. I knew that her clitoris would tighten and harden from the blows 
that I was about to inflict on her little ass. My hands still hung in the 
air. It would soon crash onto her fragile buttocks. I could feel the little 
girl's anticipation, but I knew that I must make her wait. I knew that the 
torment of waiting was the best part. 

Wasp! The blow finally came, and Samantha let out a little yelp. Even though 
she had told herself that she was going to be brave and keep quiet, I had 
ordered her to do so. But after the surprise of the first blow, she had 
managed to get herself together, as she felt the blows plummet down upon her 
beautiful round cheeks without mercy. I knew that she had told herself she 
wasn't going to cry, and it was surprising time that she didn't. 

Of course, in time I knew that the pain applied in a reasonably large amount 
would break her will power down, and after a while, after a more and more 
enthusiastic fanning of her ass cheeks, I began to see her beautiful tears 
start to form in her eyes and trickle down her lovely smooth cheeks. 

Smack! Smack! I could hardly remember when I had enjoyed myself more. My 
free hand was now fingering the crying girl's pussy as tears gushed from her 
eyes. She had begun to juice. Her cunt spread easily now. The smell of her 
little girl twat filled the air. 

My hand was stinging, of course, but nothing like so much as the little 
girl's bottom, judging from how red I saw that it was. First one cheek and 
then the other repeatedly. That special enchanting flat sound of skin 
slapping skin rang through the vacant lot's air. 

My little Samantha was really sobbing now, her little shoulders heaving as I 
laid the blows. So I had to hold her back all the more tightly so that my 
aim would not be spoiled, and so that the discipline blows continued to land 
right on target I knew that soon the little girl would beg for mercy, and so 
I continued my slapping. 

"Please! Please stop, Officer Herb!" she begged. "I can't take any more-I 
really can't! But really-it sort of feels good, though," and then she broke 
into frantic sobs as the courage which she had shown during the actual 
punishment melted away. 

But now, now it was different. Now, everything seemed different and at last, 
I was going to get the golden honey drops of her youthful lust. Now I was 
going to fuck her. 

I repositioned the little girl on the ground and told her that I was going 
to make her a woman now. That I was going to fuck her as I had promised her. 
Now she was going to know the true delights of the sexual world of the 
adults, and now I was going to know the most tender moment of my life. 

"Now I told you it's going to hurt, but only for a moment Only for a split 
second, and then it's going to feel good. Remember, when it hurts, hang on 
to me, but don't scream-someone might discover us. Just hang on to me and 
wait until the good time comes. 

Wait until you get that good feeling inside of your body. The one I promised 
that you'd get-the one that all women get when they go to bed with their 
lovers. Are you sure that you're ready for this?" I asked her. 

"Yes. Yes I am. I want it-I want to become a woman. I want to become your 
true lover." 

"Oh, darling you are. You are the sweetest lover a man could ever ask for. 
The most darling little woman I've ever encountered in my life. And now, I'm 
going to make you mine forever. Now I'm going to do the thing that for as 
long as you live, you'll always remember. You'll always remember that I took 
your cherry." 

My fingers were trembling as I took her shoulders and placed her on the 
ground. "Now lay there and spread your legs. Spread them as wide as you can, 
darling, so that I can get in between them. So that I can make it as easy 
for both of us as I possibly can." 

"Oh, yes," she said. "Anything you say. Tell me what to do and I'll do it." 

'That's it. That's the girl. Now spread those legs." 

She did what I told her willingly. She didn't resist at all. She lay down on 
the ground and opened her legs. 

For an instant I dipped my head down onto her lap and began to lick that 
sweet, tender flesh of her pussy. The pussy that I was soon going to ravage 
with my man-sized cock. 

I kissed her thighs and moved up into the gentle V of her maidenhead. I 
opened her pussy and licked inside the sweet moist flesh there, making 
certain to prepare her little cunny, making certain that she was 
well-lubricated. It was the least I could do. I wanted to make it as gentle 
as I could. I didn't want to hurt her-didn't want it to be an unpleasant 
experience for her. I wanted her to remember it always with glee-with a joy 
and happiness. 

"Okay," I said, "I'm going to do it now." I positioned my body over hers, 
taking her frail frame into my arms and positioning my cock just above her 
sweet little pussy, and then-without further hesitation, I moved forward, 
directly, slowly until I felt my cock make contact with her sweet little 
cunny. Then in another second it was over. I felt her body tense and she 
clung to me. 

"Oh, Herb! Oh, Herb!" she moaned. "Oh, Herb it hurts! Please stop-take it 
out! I can't stand it!" 

"Hang on, darling. Hang on," I whispered gently against her ear, and began 
to pump my hips up and down, making certain not to push my dick too far into 
her. 

"Oh, Herb! Please-please stop! I can't stand it! Help! Help!" she began to 
scream. "Help!" 

I covered her lips with my own, but still there was frantic wiggling and 
squirming beneath me. Still, her voice could be heard over my gentle 
caresses of my sweet kissing. 

"Stop! Please-I can't stand it! Stop! Take it out!" she moaned. "Stop it! 
Stop it! You're killing me." 

And then suddenly the whole world was a burst of violence and movement. 
Suddenly it seemed as if everything had come crashing down upon me. I felt 
rough hands all over my body, and I was being pulled from Samantha-being 
jerked away from the thing I loved so much. 

"Stop it!" I screamed, clutching at her body-still pumping-still driving my 
dick into her body, not realizing now that I was hurting her more than she 
could stand. 

Samantha was screaming-screaming at the top of her lungs and beating at me 
with her tiny little fists. But I was a madman, I was crazy. Something was 
trying to stop me from having the one thing that I wanted, the thing I 
needed so badly. I pumped and bucked furiously, driving my dick further and 
further into her little pussy. 

Suddenly I felt myself being beaten, pulled, torn. And then suddenly, I 
blacked out. 

That was the end the end, Doc. When I came to, I was in a cell, in a cold 
stoned cell without my little darling, covered with bruises and cuts. So 
here I am. 

 CONCLUSION 

After listening to Herb's story, I recommended that he be transfered to a 
institution for the criminally insane and that he received in psychiatric 
treatment to see if it would be possible to help this man rehabilitate 
himself so that possibly he could return to normal society. 

In cases such as Herb's, it is very often the case that these men spend the 
rest of their lives in prison, unable to forget what has happened. Unable to 
do anything beside live in the past. Live in a place that was too dangerous 
for them-too dangerous for anyone else-too dangerous for them to be allowed 
to roam through society with normal people. 

 CASE HISTORY NINE 

Subject: John D. Age: Twenty-three 

 INTERVIEW ONE 

John was a special case. He was being held for his trial. He was only 
seventeen and the court wanted the professional opinion of a doctor so that 
they would be in a better position to rule on the case. He came from a 
broken home and his mother who he lived with a police record of being 
arrested three times for prostitution. John didn't have a very good 
relationship with his mother and finally in a fit of rage during an argument 
with her he beat her and then raped her. John's mother was the one who filed 
the complaint with the police department. 

She was drunk again as usual. I don't think that I ever thought about her 
like a mother. I hated the bitch. She was always drinking and walking around 
the house in her panties and bra. Sometimes she didn't even bother to wear a 
bra. She always had some guy or other up in the apartment. I remember trying 
to study was insane. I was studying for a final one night and this guy came 
into the kitchen. 

"Look kid why don't you go out and play for a while." 

"Because I don't feel like it," I answered. "And beside which, I have to 
study for a test." 

"I don't care what the fuck you have to do. I said get out." 

"Who the hell do you think you are. This is my house. I live here," I 
screamed at him." 

He was all set to answer when my mother came into the kitchen. She was 
stumbling around and drunk out of her mind. 

"Is this little punk giving you a hard time, honey," she cooed at the man. 

"He ain't giving me a hard time. I'll knock him on his ass." 

"Don't worry about him. I'll take care of the little son of a bitch." 

Before I knew what was happening she had taken his belt off his pants and 
was slamming me all over with it. The big guy was standing there watching 
her. Laughing. 

I ran out of the apartment. When I got down the stairs I realized that I 
didn't have my text book with me and so I walked back up the three flights 
of stairs to get it. The door was unlocked so I just walked in. I wanted to 
vomit. She was down on her knees in front of this guy sucking on his cock. 

"That's good baby, that's real good, suck that big cock." I heard him say as 
I walked past the room they were in and grabbed my book off the kitchen 
table. I hurried out of the apartment again and didn't go back for a few 
hours. 

When I got home, he was gone. She was sprawled out on the sofa with her 
panties halfway down her legs. She had a beer can still in her hand and 
there was a new cigarette burn in the sofa where she had dropped the 
cigarette she was smoking before she passed out. 

I pulled her panties back up and took the can out of her hand, put the 
cigarette in the ashtray and then went back to my studying. 

I was only at it for about forty-five minutes when she woke up. 

"John get me a beer." She called from the other room. 

I didn't want to get in a hassle with her so I just did what she asked. I 
brought her a beer from the kitchen and then I started to leave. 

"John, come here." 

Her voice was angry, demanding. 

I knew a hassle was on the way. I wanted to scream. I wanted to smash 
everything in the room and run out of that apartment and never go back. But 
I couldn't. I didn't know what to do. I had to study for that exam and it 
was all ready late. And now, she wanted to talk. 

"Come here, baby." 

Her tone was considerably softer and I didn't know how to take it. But let 
me tell you it didn't take long to find out what she wanted. She made me 
sick. 

"You know your a pretty big boy now," she began. "I mean your seventeen, but 
you look like a man. You have your fathers body. He was big and virile like 
you are. I miss him. But I have you." 

In her drunken state she leaned over and hugged me around the waist. I 
couldn't get her off. Then, she began to kiss my cock, through the material 
of my pants. 

"Hey, stop it," I shouted. 

"Stop what," she answered. "Your my son. You do what I want you to." 

It was vile. She began fighting with me to get my fly down and the harder 
she tried the harder I tried to get away. 

I didn't want this kind of thing to happen. I hated her she made me like an 
animal. All of a sudden I saw red. I don't know what happened to me. 

"You dirty, filthy cunt. I hate you. I hate you." I screamed at her. "Let me 
go, or I'll...." 

"You'll what, pretty boy?" She spat the words at me. 

I lost my head all together and began slapping her in the face. Beat her as 
hard as I could. Then, I found that the harder I hit her, the harder my cock 
became. I guess the sadism in all of us came out in me at that moment. I 
really don't think I have ever hated anyone as much as I hater her then. I 
kept batting her across the face. 

Her expression changed from one of leering mockery, to one of abject terror 
as I swung my fist harder and harder on her face. With each swing, I felt my 
cock jerk, and I knew in a minute, I would be ready to blow my rocks. 

It was then that my eyes fastened on her ugly cunt. I hated to think it 
belonged to my mother, but at the same time, I knew that it would be the 
receptacle for my pent-up rage. I tore my pants off. She was watching me all 
the time, and it took her about three seconds to figure out what I was going 
to do to her. I can't imagine what was running through her fucked-up head at 
that point. The old slob was probably creaming in anticipation of getting a 
new cock up her lousy pussy. But it didn't matter to me. I was beside 
myself, and would have probably killed her, if it hadn't been for my 
incredible urge to fuck something ... anything. 

I kicked the pants off from my legs, and pulled down my shorts. My cock 
sprang up, as hard as rocks. I grabbed my mother's arm and yanked her off 
the couch. She hit the floor with a dull thud. It was then that I noticed 
the ugly marks all over her face. She was so drunk she probably didn't feel 
it, but still I felt a slight pang of remorse for having slugged her like 
that. 

As I was looking at her face, I saw a slow smile creep up along the corners 
of her mouth. Then, do you know what she did? That sickening slut began 
massaging her pussy. She was waiting for me, that old whore, I couldn't 
believe it. It made me madder and madder as I watched her. I couldn't take 
my eyes off the sickening display before me. Then, I really lost it. I 
grabbed hold of my prick, and began lowering myself down. At that point, I 
didn't know where I would stick it. I didn't want to give it to her where 
she wanted it, and the thought of making her suck it turned me off 
completely. Then I had a brilliant idea. Or perhaps it was madness, pure and 
simple. As I bent over, I yanked my mother around so she was laying on her 
stomach. 

"Okay, you filthy rat fucker, you're going to get it up the ass. How does 
that grab you?" No answer. 

I didn't know whether the old fuck had ever been taken that way, but I would 
tend to think she had. But her silence made me think it wasn't her favorite 
way fo fucking. Score one for me! 

I grabbed her thighs and hoisted her mounds of fat up so that her ass was in 
position. It was covered with stretch marks, and it was sagging. Not a 
particularly pleasant place to rest an aching cock, but I was beyond the 
need to gain any pleasure from this insanity. 

It happened so fast, the fucking part, that I can hardly remember it. I 
remember her screaming, and somewhere in the middle, when I was thrusting my 
shit-covered prick in her ugly ass-hole, she passed out. I didn't know 
whether it was from the pain, or from all the booze the old lush had 
consumed, but she never made it to the point where I came. 

When I finally ejaculated, I withdrew my cock, and as a final gesture of 
pure hatred, I spat all over her body before walking away from her. 

The next morning, she was still there, face down, and streaks of my come 
still on her ass. 

CONCLUSION 

John was obviously disturbed, and in need of extensive therapy. His hatred 
for his mother, however deserving, was entirely too much of an obsession to 
make it feasible to maintain abnormal outlook in society. 

His problem stemmed from the fact that he had become so used to rejection 
from all his adult associates, that he finally rebelled by showing his 
mother the ultimate rejection; that of abusing her body as if she were a 
common street whore. True, she did behave like one, and treated her own son 
like a stranger, casting him aside whenever a suitable bed partner came 
along, but his treatment of her was decidedly unnatural. 

Once he came to understand that he was cursed with an uncaring mother, and 
that not all adults behaved like her, he was made to see the severity of his 
act, and understood that he couldn't proceed satisfactorily through life 
with such a hatred. 

After many sessions, and further discussions about his mother, John was well 
on the road to recovery.
