Strange Passions-Men Who Raped Young Girls
by Unknown


INTRODUCTION 

My name is Doctor William Smith. For the past fifteen years, I have been the 
resident psychoanalyst at the Stamford State Penitentiary for men, in 
Claytonville, New York. 

During my stay here, I have interviewed literally thousands of men. Not only 
are all new inmates required to have a session with me, but the men are also 
allowed to make appointments with me and see me during the duration of their 
terms within the prison walls. 

In the course of my study, I have encountered a wide variety of problems in 
these socially unacceptable young men, and it is from these recorded 
sessions that I have compiled the following book. 

I feel that the subject of forced sex, or rape, is a problem that is taken 
far too lightly in the modern world today. I feel that much more emphasis 
should be placed upon it. 

It is for these reasons that I have recorded this study, in the hopes that 
more people will get a broader view of the type of men that commit this 
unspeakable act, what is in their make up, and if possible, what led them to 
the crimes that in many cases have put them away for life. 

Not all of the patients that I have interviewed were given prison sentences 
from their sex-related crimes, however, their deviant sexual practices 
surely play an important part in their makeup, and I feel quite strongly 
that they also played an important part in whatever other crimes they may 
have partaken of. 

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 CASE HISTORY ONE 

Subject: Bob F. Age: Thirty-five 

INTERVIEW ONE 

The following two interviews were recorded by me during my conversation with 
Bob F., two days after his arrival at the prison. He was a handsome young 
man as I recall, very clean-cut, and quite easygoing. 

He came in for his routine visit, a requirement for all new inmates, and I 
was soon to find out that his unspeakable act was what had drawn him a five 
year sentence. 

Here then is his story, word for word as he told it to me. 

Well, Doctor, I really don't know where to begin. I have never been in jail 
before, and frankly, I find it quite strange sitting here talking to you. 
But, they say that I have to, at least this once, so I'll tell you what I 
can. 

Actually, I guess when it first started was when I was working for the 
supermarket as production manager. I had been out of college for quite a 
while, and had tried running a men's store, and a couple of other stores 
that just didn't work out. 

A friend of mine ran a small chain of supermarkets, and when an opening came 
up which suited me, he called me in right away. I liked the job, it gave me 
quite a bit of authority, something I really need to survive on, and the pay 
was fantastic. Also, I must admit, that the small town that the store was in 
was the home of some of the hottest looking pieces of ass I had ever laid 
eyes on. 

I lived in a small town about ten miles from the town where my work was, and 
commuted every day. There weren't any women in my town that looked like the 
women in this one. 

I was, and still am, single. I never felt like that old marrying and 
settling down type. I always wanted to fuck and suck every pussy I could get 
my hands on, and the idea of settling down with just one broad, was too 
limiting for me, too confining for my sexual outlets. I would have gone 
crazy! 

There was one woman in particular who always caught my eye when she came 
into the store. I found out from my friend that her name was Mary Baker, and 
that her husband was a big shot lawyer in the city. 

He was constantly away on business trips and conventions, leaving that 
beautiful piece of ass all alone in their big house, to fend for herself, 
and to entertain herself. 

I guess I have to be honest, Doctor, I wanted that cunt the minute I laid 
eyes on her. There was just something in the way that she walked that really 
got to me. Every time I looked at her my stiff nine inches sprang to 
attention. 

I had lover's nuts for weeks from seeing that woman, and thinking about her 
every night I went home. Many a night I jerked off just before falling 
asleep, and the thoughts of arousal I used to project myself into a sexual 
state, were always of Mary. 

I guess I should tell you a little more about what she looks like. She is 
around five-foot-four inches tall, with very long, straight sun kissed blond 
hair. 

She has the biggest blue eyes you have ever seen, and skin that is creamy 
white, almost milk-colored. Her body is easily the greatest womanly shape I 
have ever seen in my life. 

Her knockers always stood out proud and firm in the tight-fitting sweaters 
that she wore. It was almost as if she was flaunting her huge size 
thirty-eights at the world, laughing at the world, saying, "Look, but 
remember, I'm married, and you can never touch!" 

Well, Doctor, I wanted to touch! 

I couldn't stand just looking at her. She was driving me out of my mind. I 
tried to make eye contact with her several times, but it was impossible. 
There were always a lot of people in the store, and because of my position, 
I had to be extra careful with what I did and said. Besides, she was a 
married woman, and flirtations, in a town that size, would not have been 
wise at all. 

It was quite by accident that we first met. I had just finished making sure 
that all of the stock boys had loaded the shelves for the following day. It 
was Friday night, and Saturday was always a madhouse in the store. 

Seeing that everything was in order, I remembered that I wanted to ask my 
friend, who owned the store something about a purchase of can goods that was 
due in the next morning, and since he always left about fifteen minutes 
before closing, I started racing up to the front of the store, in hopes of 
catching him before he left for the night. 

In my hastiness, I rounded a comer, and ran right into Mary's shopping cart. 
I knocked it over, spilling all of her last-minute shopping out onto the 
aisle. 

I was extremely embarrassed. Had it been any other customer, I would have 
gotten over it quickly, and just called one of the bag boys to come and help 
her clean up the mess. 

But this was Mary, the woman whom I had been checking out for over two 
months, the woman that I had jerked off about for so many lonely nights, the 
woman that I wanted, the woman that I had to have, with her permission or 
without it. 

"Excuse me, Oh no. Wow! I'm really sorry," I stuttered, feeling the flush in 
my embarrassed face spreading like wild fire. 

"Oh, that's okay," she said, in her sweet, almost inviting tone of voice. 
"Hey, haven't I seen you here before?" 

"Yes, my name is Bob, I'm the production manager. I really am sorry for the 
trouble, here, let me help you." 

"Oh, that isn't necessary, I'm sure that you have more important things to 
do. Besides, it isn't too much of a mess, I'll be able to clean it up in no 
time." 

She bent down and began organizing the can goods, and placing them back into 
the shopping cart. 

She was wearing a miniskirt, and when she kneeled down, it rode way up her 
thighs, revealing what had to be the nicest pair of legs I had ever seen. 

She usually wore pants suits when she came shopping, but this was a 
particularly warm Friday night. She was barelegged, too! She had on a tight 
little sleeveless blouse, which revealed her beautiful tits in the most 
alluring fashion. 

I quickly scooted down in front of her, and started helping her clean up. 
The store was pretty empty, most of the customers were up at the checkout 
counter, as it was already five-minutes of nine. There was no one around us, 
and to be honest, doc, I wanted to grab her right there in the fucking 
store. 

I kept reminding myself of my position of authority and responsibility, but 
when Mary smiled at me, and thanked me for helping her, I started to lose 
all sense of reality. The only thing that was beginning to matter was me and 
her, and fucking the holy shit out of her. 

I decided that second that I had to have her, and that night. I knew I was 
crazy, because I didn't even know if her fucking husband was in town this 
weekend or not. 

I had to find out! 

"I guess your husband should have come with you tonight and you probably 
wouldn't be having things like this happen to you," I said, realizing that 
it sounded awkward, but not really knowing just how to get the information 
put of her that I wanted. 

She obliged me, however, with just what I was looking for. 

"Oh, my husband is up in Trentonville for three days at a convention, so he 
couldn't be much help any way." 

"I'm glad to help," I said, swallowing hard, and realizing that she was 
going to be sleeping alone in that big house over on Chestnut Street. I just 
had to find a way to get to her-no matter what! 

I decided to use the accident as a decoy. "Please, I insist that you let me 
help you home with these groceries." 

"Oh, I wouldn't hear of troubling you like that." 

"Oh, but I insist. Please, for my own mind, let me do this small favor for 
you, so my conscience will be clear. After all, I do have the reputation of 
the store to uphold." 

"Yes, but, well I can have a bag boy help me into the car, and then I'm sure 
I can manage once I get to my house." 

"Oh, do you have servants to help you into the house?" 

"No, but I know that I can manage, thank you though." 

I wouldn't, I couldn't give up! 

"I really must insist. I'm getting off work now anyway, my assistant is 
locking up, and I would feel so much better if you let me help you home with 
your things. It's such a small favor for my piece of mind. Please won't you 
let me?" 

She looked at me quietly for a few minutes, and then smiled at me. 

"Well, if you really don't think it will be any trouble, I do have quite a 
bit of groceries here tonight, and I must admit, the help would be welcome." 

"It's settled then. I just have a couple of things to attend to that won't 
take more than five minutes. While you are checking out, I will do them, and 
then help you with your things." 

"Okay, Bob," she said, giving me what I interpreted as a more than casual 
smile. I wasn't sure whether or not it was exactly an invitation, but it was 
friendly all right, very friendly indeed. 

I escorted her to the checkout counter once I had helped her get all of her 
food back into her cart. Then, I quickly went to give the bag and stock boys 
their early morning assignments, made a quick check to make sure the safe 
was locked and everything was in order, and then told my assistant to lock 
up for me, that I was going to help a customer home with her things. 

Had I known what the evening was going to bring for me, and the consequences 
of my acts, I wouldn't have been quite so careless, letting people know I 
was leaving with Mary. I should have figured out a way of meeting her 
outside the store. 

Oh, well, live and learn, I guess, heh Doctor? 

Where was I. Oh, yes, beautiful Mary! 

I stood near the checkout counter, as Mary, who was the last one in the 
store, also making what I was doing even more obvious than it would have 
been if we were crowded, checked out her things. 

I watched the young bag boy eyeing her up and down as he neatly and quickly 
put all of her food into the double-paper bags. I lifted them off the end of 
the counter and put all five of them into one of our store carts. I said a 
few hasty goodnights, reminding my assistant to be sure and check the lock 
on the delivery entrance door, and then escorted Mary out of the little 
supermarket. 

"Beautiful night, isn't it?" she asked me, walking ahead of me just a 
little, jingling her car keys, and swaying those beautiful hips almost 
deliberately to excite meat least that was what it seemed like at the time. 

She had a huge Lincoln convertible. She obviously wasn't starving, and 
apparently her husband was doing more than just okay with his law firm and 
business ventures. 

I suddenly envied him very much. He had a lot of money, and more important, 
he had beautiful Mary, all to himself. She was there every night for him 
when he got home from the office, or from a trip, always waiting to service 
him, to let him fuck her. 

I wanted what he owned, and I was determined to get it, one way or another, 
with or without her permission. 

I must admit, I had no intentions at that point of being as brutal as I was. 
I had high hopes that her friendliness was a sign of flirtation towards me, 
but, as fate has it, I was really reading her messages wrong. 

So anyway, I helped her with her things into her car, and then followed her 
to the door. She opened it, and then reached over and unlocked the other 
side. 

"How are you going to get back?" she asked me. 

"Oh, you don't live far, and it's a nice night, I'll just walk." 

She looked at me strangely all of a sudden. 

"How do you know where I live, Bob?" she asked, a sudden sound, a real 
concern swelling in her voice. 

"Oh, ah, well," I stuttered, "well, you see it's the bookkeeping. I have to 
enter the records of all the checks in the books once a month, and I have 
seen so many of yours and your husbands that I remember the address from 
them." 

"Oh," she said. 

I wasn't completely satisfied that she believed me, but the roaring erection 
that was pressing against the thin cotton of my slacks was taking my mind 
from any sensible thoughts. All I wanted to do was to get into her box, and 
nothing, absolutely nothing was going to stop me. 

I realized that I would probably never have the opportunity that was being 
presented to me at that moment. After all, when would her husband be away 
again, and when would I ever be able to finagle myself into helping her home 
with her groceries, and getting a ride in her car. 

No, this was the night all right, this was the time. Nothing was going to 
deter me, absolutely nothing! 

She drove the short distance to her house, pulling into the large circular 
drive carefully. The huge triple-car garage door opened when her lights 
flashed on it. She pulled into the garage, shut off the lights and ignition. 

I thought I wasn't going to be able to control myself. I wanted to reach 
over right then and there, in that flash second of close darkness in the car 
before she opened the door, but somehow I managed to control myself. 

Besides, I wanted her ass on a big bed! 

Seeing that the time for our session was just about over, I told Bob that he 
could continue his story the next time we got together, which was in one 
week. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

I told Bob where he had left off in his story, and I saw the difference in 
the expression in his face. I knew that he realized he would shortly be 
telling me the sordid details of his rape of Mary, the reason he was doing 
three-to-five, and it was apparently making him somewhat nervous. 

Just relax and finish your story, I told him, and he did. Here then is the 
exact transcript of the details of his brutal rape of the voluptuous 
housewife. 

Well, she turned on the lights in the garage, and I started taking the 
groceries out of the back of the car. 

"Just set them here on the kitchen table," she said, once I was inside her 
home, a bag of groceries in each hand. 

She went to go out and get some herself, but I stopped her quickly. 

No, no, let me do that," I insisted, and she did. 

The next time that I came into the house, she was smiling at me again, that 
smile that drove me crazy, and made my already stiff erection jump up in my 
slacks. I could feel the ache way down deep in my balls, and I knew that I 
had to fuck that bitch if it was the last thing I did on this earth. 

When I brought the last of the groceries in, she was boiling some water. 

"I know it's late and all, but I do appreciate you for helping me so very 
much, please stay for a moment and have a cup of coffee. I can put these 
things away later." 

This was all I needed to hear! 

The trap was set! 

I sat down and tried to relax as much as possible, but believe me, with that 
hunk of fine-looking sexy woman in front of me, it wasn't easy, not at all. 

I watched the curves of her beautiful body as she quickly prepared the 
coffee and served me. She sat down directly across from me, so close I could 
reach out and touch her. 

We chatted about this and that. She told me that she got lonely and bored 
quite often, as her husband was out of town so much. It almost seemed that 
she was inviting me to attack her. At least that was the way I was reading 
it. 

I realize now that I was probably just wanting what she said to sound 
inviting, when in reality, she was just a lonely woman, with a few moments 
to talk openly to a stranger, almost like what I'm doing here with you, 
Doctor. 

I couldn't wait any longer. I decided that I just had to make a pass. She 
was too beautiful, too inviting, to sensuous, and shit, was she ever built. 
I could almost taste her cunt, I could almost feel the soft mushy fullness 
of her bubbling butt and her beautiful bouncing breasts. 

I stood up, and walked over to the coffee percolator, as if I was helping 
myself to another cup of coffee. But, after lying the cup on the sideboard, 
I turned around, and threw my arms around her neck and hugged her. 

Her reaction scared the shit out of me, and I guess was what really set me 
off, turning me into some kind of a mad man for the next several hours. 

She screamed so loud I thought the fucking windows were going to break. I 
panicked, spun her around in the seat, and let my strong fist smash right 
into her jaw, knocking her out in one quickly aimed blow. 

She slumped over onto the table. I quickly scooped her up in my arms, and 
started stumbling through the house, finding light switches by feeling 
around in the dark, and looking desperately for the master bedroom. 

Finally, at the top of the stairs to the right, I found it. There was a 
gigantic bed inside, which to me looked like an arena for sexual perversion, 
an arena that I had every intention of using the fullest possible advantage. 

She was still out cold, and I threw her roughly on the bed. I wasted no time 
in stripping all of my clothes off. My cock stood way out in front of me, 
eager for action, eager to go sliding in and out of her tight little pussy. 

Once I was naked, I set about stripping her. I didn't touch her until she 
was completely naked. She wasn't moving at all, and I realized that I must 
have really belted her good. I guess I put more gusto into my punch than I 
meant to, but it was just as well. It would give me time to fool around a 
bit with her, and get her tied up before she came to. 

I took off all her clothes, and then stood back away from the bed and just 
stared at her for awhile. She was a sight for sore eyes, let me tell you. 

She was even more beautiful naked like this than I had imagined she would 
be. The soft and sensual curves of her womanly and super-stacked body seemed 
so inviting to me. 

I started caressing her tits, toying with her nipples, pinching them 
severely, as my cock throbbed on. I was getting so sexually excited that I 
noticed a tiny pool of pre-orgasmic cum flowing effortlessly out of the tip 
of my prick. 

I waited, trying to decide whether I should just rape her while she was out 
cold, or whether or not I should revive her. I decided that it would be much 
more exciting to have her awake, even if she was kicking and screaming. 

That was when I got the idea to tie her to the four comers of the bed, 
spreadeagled, and also to gag her. I knew that she wasn't about to let me 
just fuck her without fighting me, and I didn't want any nosy neighbors to 
hear any screaming and call the pigs. 

After a quick frantic search, I found a drawer full of her nylons. I held 
them up to my nose and smelled their sweet womanly fragrance. The girl that 
I had been seeing off and on for good sex was out of town and had been for 
two weeks, and I was homier than a hoot owl. I was ready all right, more 
than ready. 

I tied her hands and feet securely, and then used one of the pillow cases to 
gag her mouth so that she couldn't scream. 

I stood back and looked at my handy work. She was lying there like an 
unattended virgin, just waiting to be plucked. 

Making sure that she was tied very securely, and that there would be not the 
slightest possibility of escape once I got to screwing the living shit out 
of her, and also making damn sure that the gag was bound securely, and she 
wouldn't be able to mutter anything other than a very low pitched moan or 
groan, I got some water from the bathroom and splashed some on her face. 

She woke up instantly, and immediately realizing what I had done to her, and 
looking horrifyingly at my erect and ready nine inches, she began to 
desperately try to free herself. 

"Don't waste your energy, bitch," I screamed cruelly at her, "you're not 
going anywhere, not unless I want you to. You are under my power completely 
now, and I'm going to do what I damn well please with you. And you know, 
there isn't one damn thing you can ,do to stop me, so you might just as well 
give up fighting. It will only wear you out! 

She never once tried to stop fighting, during the whole rape. She was only 
making it tougher on herself, but now that I think about it, perhaps way in 
the back of my mind, that was why I woke her up. I didn't want to just fuck 
a dead woman, I wanted her alive and kicking. That made it all the more 
exciting to me. 

I got over on top of her on the bed and began licking her tits. They were so 
gigantic I couldn't believe it. 

Her nipples seemed stiff and ready, as I chomped down severely on them. 

She moaned out in pain as my teeth sunk deeper and deeper into her stiff 
bright red nipples. I loved the feeling of the skin between my teeth, and 
bit her harder and harder. 

My cock was throbbing between my legs, and my balls were still aching madly. 

I knew that if I didn't stick my cock into her then, and release at least my 
first load of cum, I was going to go crazy. 

So, after just a little more foreplay with her tits, I positioned my cock in 
front of her gaping pussy, and with one mighty, and I might add brutal 
shove, I entered her. 

I had fucked many a cunt in my day, but never one that felt as tight and 
warm as that one. 

I started plunging in and out of her like a wild animal. 

Nothing was going to stop me now! 

Nothing was going to stop me from cumming inside of her. 

Nothing was going to stop me from the pleasure I felt I had earned with her. 

Nothing! 

I had her where I wanted her now, right between my throbbing and pulsating 
thighs. I jabbed my cock in and out of her pussy with all the savage 
brutality I could muster. 

I must admit, that I was like a wild animal. I had never been so possessed 
with the need for sexual release in my life. The squirming and moaning woman 
underneath me, her helpless spreadeagled body, the realization that she was 
mine to do with whatever I wanted, all led to make me more and more sexually 
stimulated. 

It didn't take long at all before I was ready to cum, at least the first 
time. I was too hot, and I had to cool off, and the only way I could 
possibly do it was to shoot. 

I could have slowed down my fucking rhythm and prolonged the inevitable, but 
I didn't want to. Besides, I had every intention of fucking her many more 
times, and in many different positions. This first orgasm was only to 
release my tension, so that I could get into some real heavy and prolonged 
fucking in a little while. 

I felt the cum burning up in my balls, and then with one more quick jab into 
her tight pussy, my cum exploded. 

My senses were flying as my cum shot up into her. What seemed like a 
neverending supply of hot gooey gism filled her love hole. I shot so much 
cum into her I could feel it overflowing her pussy box and dribbling down 
over my balls and her creamy-white thighs. 

She was really rocking about on the bed, and probably screaming to the top 
of her lungs. But the motion did no good as she was tied very securely, and 
the loud screaming only came out as soft distressing moans because of the 
tightly tied gag in her pretty little mouth. 

I jumped off of her once I had caught my breath, and looked down at her 
sadistically. 

I must admit to you, doc, that I had a great feeling of power at that 
moment. I can't begin to tell you how exciting it was to have a voluptuous 
and super-stacked woman like Mary at my disposal, at my beck-and-call, 
helpless to do anything other than what I wanted her to do. 

In hardly no time at all, just from standing away from her and looking at 
her writhing body, I once again had a roaring erection. 

She glanced down at my cock, and started freaking out all over again. I know 
that she was thinking she just couldn't believe that I could get a hardon 
that quickly after such an obvious turbulent orgasm, and actually I was 
surprised myself. 

But believe me, doc, I wasn't about to fight the feeling. 

Suddenly, I had the idea of doing something that I had never done before. 
After all, she was so helpless, so vulnerable, I thought that I should take 
full advantage of the situation. After all, I didn't think I would ever have 
an opportunity like that again, or that it was highly unlikely, and for me 
not to make the most out of my position of dominance over her, would be 
stupid. 

"Now listen to me carefully, bitch," I leered at her, "I'm going to untie 
you and flip you over on your belly, and fuck the living shit out of that 
beautiful round butt of yours. Now make it easy on yourself and let me do it 
without knocking you out again. If you give me any trouble, I'll smash that 
pretty face of yours in, and fuck you while you're out cold." 

She was trembling, and the tears were flowing freely from her eyes. However, 
when I untied her, she didn't resist. I guess she didn't want to get hit 
again. 

I couldn't blame her. 

So anyway, I got her over on her belly, and retied her, opening her 
beautiful long lean legs wide, revealing her anus, right in the middle of 
the most beautiful round and smooth ass cheeks I had ever laid my eyes on. 

I had always wanted to fuck a woman in the ass, but every time I tried to 
with a trick of mine, she would never let me. They always told me that it 
hurt too much, and that my cock was way to big to enter them there. 

I think that the knowledge that I was going to really hurt her, to rip her 
fucking insides out, only added to my already stimulated condition. It sure 
made my cock throb wantonly between my legs. 

I was ready once again. Ready to fuck her at will, to use her body in any 
savage and dominating way that I saw fit. I was really getting off on the 
fact that I was raping her, and my mind was surely helping my already highly 
stimulated physical condition. 

I jumped onto the bed, and began spanking her. I felt like her daddy, and 
that she had been a bad girl, and I was punishing her. I hit her with all my 
might, as she tightened her ass cheeks, and accepted the furious wrath of my 
blows. 

Her cheeks were reddening quickly under the onslaught of my powerful 
beating. The sight excited me even more. I spanked her and spanked her and 
then spanked her some more. 

Once again pre-orgasmic drips of cum were spewing freely out of the tip of 
my love pole, and I knew that the time for entry was at hand. It was as if, 
all over again, I felt like I hadn't fucked in years. 

I was hot all right, very hot indeed! 

I bent over and began biting and chewing on her beautiful ass. I was 
preparing myself for what I knew was going to be a really exciting and 
stimulating experience, that of entering this tied-up housewife's beautiful 
bared bottom. 

I started licking and kissing her asshole, letting the saliva flow freely 
from my mouth, filling her ass crack, lubricating the way for my ready cock. 

Once I felt she was greased up sufficiently, I spit a little saliva onto the 
tip of my cock and rubbed it in, wanting to make sure that I was greased 
enough for comfortable, but forceful fucking. 

I placed my cock head at the entrance to her back portal, and shoved with 
all my might! 

Shit, doc, I thought that her cunt was tight, but it was the fucking Grand 
Canyon compared to what her ass felt like. I had never fucked such a tight 
hole in my life, and it was no time before I was ready to cum all over 
again. 

I pounded in and out of her, letting my big balls smash up against the 
smoothness of her ass cheeks. In and out I went, each thrust more savage 
than the one preceding it. 

I felt the cum boiling and boiling, and then I had to shoot. I was too hot, 
once again, to hold it back. I had to let it go, filling up her backside to 
the brim. 

As it had done in the front, I spewed so much fucking cum that it ran out of 
her hole, and dribbled down the back of her ass. She was moaning and 
groaning and writhing about savagely, but my tight knots held her firmly on 
the bed. 

She was my prisoner all right, totally and completely. 

Well, doc, I fucked her five more times that night, beating her, lapping 
her, using her any way I wanted to, until the light of day broke through the 
windows in the early morning. 

This was when I made my big mistake. I don't know why I just left her there, 
tied up like that. I must have been totally mad at that moment. 

I just got dressed, and walked away from the house, living in a fantasy 
world, somehow thinking that walking away would be leaving the whole 
incident behind, and freeing myself from all responsibility. 

Unfortunately for me, a neighbor came over in the morning for coffee with 
Mary, and found her on the bed. Needless to say, I was picked up at the 
store within the hour. 

And here I am, serving a three to five for rape and assault. 

 CONCLUSION 

Bob was obviously a very disturbed young man. He was more upset about his 
negligence and consequent discovery, than he was about the actual brutal 
ravishment of the young woman's body. 

My recommendation to the warden was, as it had to be, that Bob not be let 
out on parole. I found him a very disturbed individual, and truly believed 
that he would no sooner be released, than he would look for some other young 
woman to attack. 

 CASE HISTORY TWO 

Subject: Bill E. Age: Thirty-two 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Bill, unlike Bob, came to see me about this particular sexual problem of his 
several years after he had been in prison. Sure, he had his initial 
interview with me like the other prisoners, but he was very frightened of 
revealing too much about himself at that time. When he came to me, however, 
he had a lot he wanted to get off his chest, and he felt that I was the only 
one to whom he should reveal these hidden mental tormenting secrets he was 
harboring inside of him, and had been for so very long. 

Here then is the transcript of our two interviews. I hope you find them as 
interesting as I did at the time. 

Thank you for seeing me, Doctor, I just had to talk to someone. I know that 
I probably should have told you all of this before, when I first got here, 
but I just couldn't. 

However, for the last past few years it has been eating me up inside, and I 
think I'm going to lose all sanity if I don't get it out into the open and 
discuss it. 

It all started that summer when Peggy, my youngest daughter's girlfriend 
from summer camp came to stay with us. The camp only went until the second 
week in August. That left two weeks before school started, and Peggy's 
parents had gone to Europe on kind of a second honeymoon. 

My wife Martha and I agreed readily to let Peggy stay with us for those two 
weeks. We had known her for a while, and she was very close with my daughter 
at the time. 

I think from the moment she walked in with her suitcase that hot day in the 
middle of the summer, wearing those practically nonexistent pair of short 
shorts, and that halter which showed her overly-developed breasts bulging 
blatantly out for all the world to see, especially my own horny and eager 
eyes and senses. 

Her legs went on for ever, beautiful long limbs stretching up into what I 
knew had to be the most beautiful cunt in the world. Her creamy-white skin 
was free from even the slightest blemish. 

She looked like she had just stepped off the cover of a high-fashion 
magazine, instead of being the plain seventeen-year-old girl that she really 
was. 

My wife and I greeted her warmly, and showed her to the guest room where she 
would be staying for the next two weeks. She and my daughter were giggling 
and carrying on like a couple of typical teenage girls that were excited 
about spending a couple of weeks together. 

The erection in my pants at watching her walk up the stairs, shaking those 
beautiful buns in my face, was a little embarrassing. For a minute I thought 
I caught my daughter looking at the huge protrusion below my beltline, but I 
figured it was just my paranoia working overtime. 

Her shorts were so tight on her, that her ass crack was clearly visible in 
the almost transparent thin white cotton briefs. My mouth watered as I 
carried her heavy suitcase up the stairs behind her. 

"Well, I'm sure you two girls have a lot of chitchat to get on with, so I'll 
leave you alone now," I said after placing the suitcase on the twin bed. 
"See you at dinner." 

Peggy smiled at me, and her smile made my heart flutter. I tried to get a 
hold of my emotions, because my wife was standing right beside me, and my 
daughter was standing in front of me and looking at me curiously. 

I camouflaged the way I was feeling inside as best as I could by making a 
speedy exit. 

At dinner, the contact between Peggy and I continued. What I thought was 
just my imagination, just what I wanted her to be doing, I began to find out 
was, in reality, exactly what was happening. 

That hot little bitch was flirting with me! 

Oh, she was clever, very clever indeed. She wouldn't dream of letting my 
daughter or my wife see what she was up to. I watched her as she constantly 
checked them out, making sure that neither of them was watching her, or even 
had the slightest hint as to what she was up to, and then she would turn at 
me and smile, or maybe wink, or maybe brush her foot against mine under the 
table. 

For a while, I thought that I had to be imagining it, but then her 
flirtations became so obvious that I would have been a fool not to recognize 
them. 

I started trying to figure out what she wanted. Oh, if I had only been 
clever enough to realize how smart that little bitch was, and that she had a 
plan of her own, a plan to use me, to torment me, and to drive me eventually 
to ruin, I would have sent her packing in a minute. 

However, I must admit that my attraction for her was making me blind to what 
she was up to. I started thinking about having sex with her. 

Oh no, not just casually on certain occasions, or just when she flirted with 
me, but all the time. I felt my mind wandering at the job, constantly 
thinking thoughts of Peggy, and her lovely body, and of how desperately I 
was wanting to make love to her. 

Of course, you must understand that my love life, at that time, was next to 
nothing. My wife had long since been very affectionate, even though we had 
only been married a few years, compared to some of the older couples we hung 
around with, all of the life, all of the zest seemed to have vanished from 
what was, at one time, a highly stimulating and mutually exciting 
relationship. 

I had never fooled around with any other women, feeling that the matrimonial 
vow I took was sacred. I just never thought I would be capable of fucking 
another woman, that was, until Peggy! 

Peggy changed everything however, right down to my very way of thinking. I 
was thinking thoughts that I had never thought possible to have before. 

Not only was it unusual for me to want to have sex with another woman other 
than my wife, but the very idea that I was wanting sex with a young girl, 
still a teenager, was beyond my comprehension. 

Nevertheless, the constant and blatant flirtations that Peggy was giving me 
were impossible to escape. My cock throbbed every time she winked at me, or 
smiled in that special way that told me she desired me. 

I felt safe in a way, at least for a time being, realizing that the chances 
that the two of us were ever alone in the house were very slight. 

My wife was home all the time, and if she did go out shopping or something 
like that, either I was at the office working, or if I was home, my daughter 
was there as well. 

And then there was that day, that day that I will never forget, that day 
that was the beginning of the end for me. 

It was an especially hot day, only three days before Peggy was scheduled to 
return home to meet her parents who were flying in from London, England. 

My wife's mother came down with the flu, and called her to come over. She 
lived fifty miles away from us, so my wife took the car, and sa id she would 
be gone for a couple of days. 

I remember her saying goodbye to Peggy, and telling her that she hop'ed she 
got back to see her off. 

She never did. 

My daughter was also gone from the house that day. Her boyfriend who had 
been away working all summer came home, and asked her to spend day with him. 

So, when I left for the office that day, I knew that Peggy would be in the 
house, all alone, when I got back. My daughter was staying at her 
boyfriend's house for dinner, and wouldn't be home until close to midnight. 

I thought about Peggy all morning long at the office. I couldn't get a 
single fucking thing done. My head was spinning, and every time I dwelled on 
her image more than a fleeting second, my cock would spring to full 
erection, and I would have to sit down embarrassed behind my desk, for fear 
my secretary would come barging in with some checks for me to sign or 
something, and see my condition, my obviously sexual condition and wonder 
just what was going on. 

I wish now that I had gone with my first impulse at five o'clock that night, 
which was to not go home. I thought of going to a movie, or a bar and 
drinking, which I never did. 

I wanted desperately to avoid being alone in the house with Peggy. I knew 
that if she came on to me even in the slightest, which I was sure she was 
waiting for me in hopes of doing, there wouldn't be any way in the world 
that I would be able to stop myself. 

I wanted her, and then I didn't want her. I would have loved to make it with 
her if she was older and I wasn't married. I knew that the thoughts that she 
was seeming to plant in my mind were bad thoughts, thoughts that should be 
gotten rid of, and not dwelled on. 

However, I just couldn't. 

I decided that I had to go home. I had to prove to myself that I could be 
alone with her and control my feelings of wanting her, even though down deep 
inside I had heavy doubts that I would be able to do that. 

My heart was beating so loud when I turned the front door knob and entered 
the hallway, I thought that it could be heard by anyone who came near me. 

My cock was twitching nervously in my pants, ready at any second to jump 
into full erection, at the mere sight of her lithe young body standing in 
front of me. 

I didn't hear a sound in the house, and for a fleeting second I was 
relieved. I thought that perhaps she had gone out somewhere for the night. 

Oh, thinking back now, do I wish the hell that little cunt had. 

She was like a demon who had taken over my soul, leaving me helpless, 
helpless to control my own emotions and feelings, my own sexual drives of 
perversion and delight. 

I sat down in the living room after taking off my jacket and mixed myself a 
scotch and soda. The liquor helped to relax me, and slow my heart down to an 
almost normal rate of beating. 

However, this rest period was short lived. 

Suddenly the door out into the back yard where our enclosed pool was opened, 
and Peggy, naked from the waist up, wearing only a tiny Gstring to cover her 
pussy, her pubic hairs clearly exhibited, walked into the room. 

"Ohhhhh," she wailed, crisscrossing her arms girlishly to cover her womanly 
breasts, "I didn't know you were home. I was just taking a dip, and I 
thought that since no one was here it would be okay if I didn't wear a top. 
I'm sorry, I'm" 

"Oh nonsense," I said, trying my best to make nothing of the incident, even 
though my cock had already sprung to full erection. I caught her glancing 
down at the obvious bulge in the front of my loosefitting slacks, and I knew 
that my face was turning twenty- shades of red. 

She started walking over towards me. 

"You sure are a handsome man," she said, coming right up next to me, 
standing a scarce inch or two in front of me, still covering her breasts 
casually with her crisscrossed arms. 

I tried with everything in me to turn and walk away, to not let my eyes 
wonder down over her wet and vivacious body. Her tits were so fucking big, 
doc, that they bulged over her thin arms. She couldn't cover even a quarter 
of them they were so huge. 

She knew that she was making me hot, that little cunt, and she was loving 
it. She began to smile, a cruel and all-knowing smile, and I realized that I 
was helpless. 

She was using her looks and her body to trap me, and I was falling for it 
hook line and sinker. I was hers, totally, and I wanted her desperately. 

"Peggy, I think that perhaps you should get something on so you don't catch 
cold," I said, in one last desperate attempt to get her to leave the room 
and put some clothes on. 

In actuality, I wanted to throw her down non the thickly carpeted floor and 
make love to her all night, but I had all the warning lights flashing in 
front of my face, stop signs that were telling me I was just begging for 
trouble to be even thinking of making love to that young, and seemingly 
available young, vixen. 

Oh, if I had only followed my instincts, but I didn't. 

Seeing that the time for our session was over, and realizing that he 
obviously had quite a bit more of this tale to tell me, I told him that we 
should end the first interview, but that I wanted to see him again the 
following afternoon at two o'clock to finish his story for my records. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

The following day he returned to finish his story. Here is the transcript of 
that second meeting. 

Well, as I was saying yesterday, Doctor, I was completely helpless. Even 
though I knew the thoughts rolling about in my head were dangerous ones, and 
that I would be a fool to act on them, I couldn't control myself, not in the 
slightest. 

"Please make me a drink," she said suddenly, dropping her arms from her 
breasts, exposing those two huge jugs openly and plainly in front of my 
eyes, and sitting on our oversized sofa, stretching her long lean legs out 
in front of her, exhibiting almost her entire cunt. 

Only the very slit itself was covered with the thin little string she was 
wearing around her shapely and curvaceous hips. 

Now there was certainly no game playing at all. She was openly and blatantly 
offering her body to me, and I just couldn't refuse the lurid and seductive 
invitation. 

"Why are you doing this, Peggy?" I asked, hoping desperately for some kind 
of rational thinking to come from her. "Don't you realize what your doing? 
Don't you realize that I'm a married man, and that I can't be doing this?" 

"Why not? 

Everyone's gone, and no one will be back until late tonight. Come on, let's 
have some fun. I'm a big girl, or haven't you noticed." 

She was being so cute, I wanted to wrap her in the mouth, but instead I 
dropped to my knees in front of her on the sofa, and kissed her creamy 
thighs. 

That was it, it was the beginning of the end! 

"Come on, let's go up to your bedroom," she said cutely, winking at me, and 
flaunting her abnormally large tits in my face. 

I gave in completely, having not even the slightest ounce of inhibiting 
forces working in my system. I was giving into her completely, letting her 
lead me around like I had no mind of my own. Her sexual prowess and 
determination was incredibly strong for a young girl of her age, but I 
should have realized long before that moment that Peggy was anything but a 
young innocent girl, the image she gave off to everyone else, but not to me! 

I didn't say a word. I reached down and picked her up in my arms. She threw 
her long white arms around my neck and cuddled up close to me, as I carried 
her into the bedroom. 

I laid her gently on the bed, and started taking off my clothes. 

"Let me do that for you," she said, after I had taken off my shirt, and had 
started taking off my pants. 

Her long thin fingers pulled wantonly at my zipper, quickly exposing my 
roaring hardon. 

"Wow," she said hungrily, "you're even bigger than I had imagined. 

Without another word, she dropped to her knees at the foot of the bed, and 
sticking her pink saliva-coated tongue out of her pretty mouth, she began 
licking and sucking on my balls. 

She was like a mad woman, as I grabbed the bed post to keep from being 
knocked over by her sexual assault on my genitals. She licked and sucked and 
sucked and licked. 

She somehow managed to get both of my balls into her hot wet slippery mouth, 
and that really drove me out of my mind with lustful desires. 

I don't know where the passiveness in me changed to dominance, but I think 
it was probably around this time. 

I suddenly began to feel that I wanted to teach her a lesson and that she 
couldn't seduce me this way, and expect me to just do everything that her 
little heart desired. 

I felt my masculinity was being challenged and that I had to take her 
forcefully to prove my own manhood. 

I decided that I would let her blow me for awhile, getting me good and hot, 
even hotter than I already was, and believe me doc, that was pretty fucking 
hot. 

So, I just stood there, while her talented wet mouth went to work on my love 
pole. 

She started at the very base of my cock just where it met my huge sagging 
balls. She let her tongue make darting little circular strokes, keeping a 
steady supply of hot gooey saliva pouring out of her mouth cavity, 
lubricating my cock as she went inch by inch up to the top, nearing my 
bulging purple cockhead second by second. 

Once at the top, she plunged over the crown, and descended all the way down 
to the very bottom of my cock shaft, pulling all of my healthy and torridly 
hard eight inches into her mouth. 

My wife was never into cocksucking very much, and the little bit that she 
did do, was nothing like th is. This girl was a wild woman as she went to 
work on my cock. 

In and out and up and down she went, sucking me madly, trying desperately to 
draw the cum right out of my fucking balls, forcing it to shoot out of my 
piss slit and into her mouth. 

But no, I wasn't going to let her. Just when I was at the point of 
ejaculation, when one more suck of her hot young mouth would have surely 
brought me to the point of blissful release, I quickly pulled my long thick 
prick out of her mouth and backed away from her. 

She looked up at me astonished. 

"What's the matter?" she asked. 

I didn't answer her. I picked her up, and not gently I might add, and threw 
her on the bed. 

"Hey, what the hell are you" 

I didn't give her a chance to answer! 

I dropped down on top of her, crushing her into the mattress beneath me. 
When she realized that I wasn't going to hurt her, or so she thought at the 
time, she began to get into being handled roughly. 

I tore into her mouth, prying her wet lips open with mine, jamming my tongue 
down her throat, and spewing my own hot saliva into her. Our tongues battled 
with each other in blissful union. 

I found myself becoming more and more dominant the longer I kissed her. It 
was as if I had to prove something to myself, as well as to her. I had to 
prove my sexual prowess, my dominating capabilities, and that little bitch 
had got me so hot they were bursting to the surface in an erotic sexual 
explosion. 

I started sliding down over her womanly body. I found her nipples and 
chomped down on them severely, biting the stiff little projectiles of flesh 
hard between my strong teeth. 

She screamed out with the pain and tried to push me away, but I just grabbed 
her thin arms and pinned them down to her sides. She was helpless now, and 
that excited me all the more. 

I kissed and fondled her breasts with my mouth, getting more excited the 
longer I caressed her sensual body. I was being driven by some kind of wild 
lust, and felt totally different from the person who had walked through that 
door after a hard days work, less than an hour before. 

I was now king of the bed, and I meant to prove it to her, and that is just 
what I did. 

I shot my mouth down to her pussy, and began licking her cuntal hairs with 
my tongue. She squirmed about on the bed, once again relaxing, once again 
enjoying my erotic lovemaking techniques. 

I found her clitty, and began toying with it with my tongue until it 
stiffened, and the juices from her box started flowing slowly but steadily 
from her now-excited snatch. 

I had her where I wanted her now, she was under my power, and I loved it. I 
started jabbing my tongue furiously in and out of her hole, until I knew I 
was bringing her desperately close to the point of multiple quivering 
orgasm. 

Then, I abruptly stopped for a few long seconds, giving her desires a chance 
to cool, only to start all over again, even more savagely, more determined, 
than the time before. 

She moaned and pleaded with me to let her cum. She told me she was going out 
of her mind with the need for orgasm, but what she said didn't bother me in 
the slightest. 

She had cock-teased me for the past two fucking weeks, and now she would cum 
when I was damn well ready to let her, or, if I ever let her at all. 

I positioned myself up over her body, and without any further foreplay I 
jabbed my huge roaring-hard, throbbing, and more-than-ready cock into her 
juiced-up hole. 

She screamed as the pain of my brutal thrust racked her very senses. Deeper 
and deeper my cock went until I could-feel my balls slamming up against her 
pussy lips. 

Her cunt felt tighter than believable, as I sunk into her deeper and deeper. 
I wasn't holding back any of my power, either, doctor, I was letting her 
have it full blast. 

I felt the cum boiling in my balls, and knew that I could shoot forth my 
load at any second, but I wanted her to feel the wrath of the power within 
me which she had enticed, and now released. 

I wanted her to have to suffer the consequences of her teasing enticing ways 
during the past two weeks. 

She had asked for it, all right, and now she was going to get it! 

I slowed my rhythm almost to a stand still, and she moaned out loud. 

"Oh, why did you stop, I was just going to cum!" 

"Shut up, bitch," I screamed at her, "you'll cum if and when I feel you can. 
You are nothing to me but a sex object, and I'm going to use you for my own 
pleasure, and not worry about giving you any at all." 

"Why are you talking like this?" she asked incredulously. 

"Because you are a slut, a slut who tried to tempt me into submission, and I 
can't stand for that. Now shut the fuck up!" 

With those words, I slapped her very harshly across her face. She screamed 
more from fright than from pain as my hand slapped into her cheek, making a 
large welting red mark across her beautiful snow-white expression. 

Now I started pumping into her again, furiously. It was as if I couldn't 
fuck her hard enough, or cause her enough pain. 

As the time went on, her cunt got sore, I could tell. She was beginning to 
whimper from the pain I was causing her, and the more my savage rape 
progressed, the more she was uncomfortable, and strangely enough doctor, the 
more excited I became. 

I kept her shoulders pinned down as I continued pounding my torrid tool in 
and out of her gaping snatch. I was using and abusing her and I loved every 
single exciting (excruciating for her) thrust! 

I slapped her face over and over again, every time she tried to make the 
slightest bit of protest, showing her who was boss, showing her that I was 
in control. 

If I only knew that at the time, she was storing every second of the 
incident deep in her mind, planning, plotting, as she had even been doing 
before we got into the bedroom, to blackmail me. 

She was a little girl who had her sights set on the finer things in life. 
She wanted a house with a pool and all the trimmings, like I had worked hard 
for years to obtain. 

She didn't want to work for it, either. No, she had a much better plan. Get 
a married man to fuck her, to rape her, and then threaten turning him into 
the police, since she was underage it would be a threat, unless I coughed up 
the money she demanded. 

Of course at the time, I thought I was riding high. I thought I really had 
my shit together, as the kids nowadays say. Little did I know that it was 
her who was using me, even though it appeared to me to be the other way 
around. 

Over and over again I neared orgasm, only to deliberately stop myself and 
her from cumming. I knew for sure that by this time her cunt must have been 
raw. 

I had been fucking her pussy hole, off and on, for over an hour. I knew that 
no cunt, no matter how seasoned a veteran owned it, could withstand such a 
continued savage assault, like the one that I was so cruelly administering 
to the little bitchy vixen. 

Finally, I could stand it no longer. I was determined not to let her cum, 
but on the same hand, I had to. My big banging balls were aching with all of 
the near misses of ejaculation they had suffered. 

It was time to release my pent up load of hot gooey gism up into her open, 
if not too willing, pussy hole. I had to cum, I couldn't wait another 
second. 

I waited for a moment, making sure that she was not near orgasm, and then 
with one or two quick strokes, when she wasn't expecting them, I began to 
cum. 

I never thought the fucking cum was going to stop shooting out of my prick. 
Over and over great gushes of the white life juice flew up into her snatch, 
filling her to the brim. 

Her cunt swallowed my seemingly endless supply of gism, taking it all in, 
not leaking a single drop. She had some hole down in there, I thought to 
myself as I emptied into her. 

I began sweating like a pig as my orgasm neared its completion. I had become 
like an animal, and it was all because of her. If she hadn't tempted, lured, 
and excited me into this position, I would not have been there fucking her. 

I knew that there was no way I would have made any advance towards her, even 
though the thought was constantly in my mind during the previous two weeks. 

No, it was her all right. She had asked for my vengeance, and she had gotten 
it. 

Shit, doctor, if I had only known that the whole thing was a plot to get me 
into a blackmailable position. I suppose I should have known she was up to 
something by how blatantly coming on to me she was. I should have known that 
a young girl, especially one as vivacious as her wouldn't have come on to me 
in that erotic and titillating manner unless she had some sort of ulterior 
motive in mind. 

Well, she did all right, and my daughter coming home early was just perfect 
for her plan. 

Suddenly, even before I had pulled my now limping prick out of her 
cum-drenched pussy hole, we both heard my daughter's boyfriends car stop 
quickly in front of the house, a door slam, and then the car drive away. 

"Oh no, it's my daughter." 

"So it is. Now listen pig, and listen good," she said, her whole face 
contorting, as if she had suddenly become another person. In actuality, 
looking back on it, I realize that it was then that she was showing her true 
colors for the first time. She was being the real conniving Peggy, the 
super-cunt that she really was, and it was horrifying. 

"What, what, let me up, my daughter!" I begged, but she had her arms clasped 
firmly around my neck, her fingernails digging into my back muscles. I could 
feel them breaking the skin, and tiny trickles of blood running down over my 
shoulders and back. 

"I'll get out of here and into the shower before she comes in but it is 
going to cost you some money to keep me quiet. If you're not interested just 
tell me, and I'll stay right here. I'll also make a quick phone call to your 
wife, and believe me, I'm going to scream rape like you've never heard it 
screamed before." 

"Okay, okay, anything you want, only let me up before she catches us!" I 
pleaded. 

I was crazed! 

All I was concerned about was getting her out of my bedroom so that my 
innocent daughter wouldn't be shamed by finding out what was going on 
between her daddy and her best girlfriend. 

She quickly unclasped me, and in a second she was gone from the room. I 
heard the shower start in the guest bathroom, and thought that that was 
quick thinking. 

I turned out the lights and shut the bedroom door, so that my daughter would 
assume I was asleep. I often went to bed around ten at night, if I was 
especially tired, so I knew that she wouldn't suspect anything funny. 

My heart was beating so loudly I could hardly hear her footsteps in the hall 
as she passed by my door. I heard her stop at the door to the guest room, 
and apparently hearing the shower and knowing that Peggy was still up, went 
inside, obviously for a little gab session or something. 

I realized that my whole life, everything that I worked for, my family, 
everything, was all in the hands of that little bitch. All she had to do was 
open her mouth, letting anyone know that we had even had sex, let alone that 
it was rape, which I believed she would say if necessary, and it was all 
over. 

I didn't think of prison or anything like that at the time, all I thought 
about was the degradation her talking would bring me. 

The whole picture fell into place after Peggy moved out. I didn't hear from 
her for almost a month. I thought that perhaps she had reconsidered her 
threat to ask for money, because of her friendship with my daughter perhaps, 
but I was sadly mistaken. 

One night, luckily when my wife and daughter had gone to a movie and left me 
alone, she called. 

"So how are you, lover?" 

"Cut the shit, you little bitch," I yelled at her. "What do you want. Why 
can't you leave me alone. Go away!" 

I wanted to hang up on her, but I didn't dare to. I didn't want to set off 
the obvious wrath of vengeance that was lurking just beneath the surface of 
this little vixen. 

"I'm never going to leave you alone, lover boy, and if you don't give me 
what I want, I'll tell everyone, including the police, how you dragged me, 
fighting against my will, of course, up to your bedroom while your wife and 
daughter was out of the house, tore off my clothes, and proceeded to beat 
and fuck me silly. I'll tell them you threatened to kill me if I ever spoke, 
and that is why I haven't said anything up until now." 

I knew she had me, and pretending otherwise would have been futile. 

"What do you want?" I asked her, wanting to get the bad news out into the 
open. 

"I want twenty- thousand dollars in cash, and I want it by the end of the 
week." 

"Why you little" 

"Shut up," she cut me off with, "that's just the beginning payment. Then I 
want one thousand dollars a month for life!" 

"You've got to be crazy. I can't get that kind of money," I told her, hoping 
to reach some soft spot in her somewhere, but it was in vain. 

"You'll get it," she said, "you'll find a way. I'll call you later on during 
the week to tell you where to meet me. Bye, lover boy!" 

She said the last remark with a sneer. 

I was outraged, and I wanted to kill her. However, I realized to even 
attempt to see her would be crazy. Not only would it be risky, after all 
that had happened between us, but I realized that upon seeing the little 
cunt blackmailer, I may very well kill her. I really thought that I would be 
able to do it, that's how outraged at her I was for what she was doing to 
me. 

My mind was racing. I thought of every way possible to raise the money 
without raising suspicion, and I didn't come up with anything, until I 
thought about the bank. 

For the past three years, I had been a junior vice president of a fairly 
prominent bank in our community. I handled large sums of money every day, 
and I realized that there just might be a chance to squeeze some cash out, 
and by adjusting the books, get away with it. 

I knew that it was risky, and that if caught, I would go to jail. But, it 
was take that chance, and hope I didn't get caught, or just give in to her, 
and have her ruin my life, my marriage, and my reputation for all time to 
come. 

No, I just had to risk it. 

Well, Doctor, the rest is history. I got away with it for awhile, actually, 
I got some thirty- thousand dollars to her over a period of time before I 
finally got caught. But then, well, like I said, the rest is history. 

 CONCLUSION 

I found Bill E.'s case a very interesting one, definitely worth inclusion in 
this study on sexual patterns among inmates. 

He didn't come to prison directly because of a sexual offense, but 
indirectly, he did. If it wasn't for the burning lust which that young lady 
invoked in his inner being, he would have been okay, able to remain in 
control. 

But as it turned out, his giving into her, his letting his desires overrule 
his judgment, was his downfall. 

 CASE HISTORY THREE 

Subject: Don L. Age: Thirty-eight 

INTERVIEW ONE 

I realize that in my profession, this following statement is a little risky 
and out of context, but I must say that I feel Don L. was a rapist 
practically from the time of puberty. 

I will let his story speak for itself. These are the two interviews that I 
had with him, and they were his compulsory sessions upon admittance to the 
prison. 

Well, doctor, they told me that I had to rap to you for a couple of hours, 
so I guess I will. I don't really know what you want me to say, probably my 
life story, well, if you want it, you're going to get it. 

I guess I should tell you some of my rapes. There were some that were a lot 
better than others, but I do remember the first one as being especially 
nice. It sure made me want more, and more, and much, much more! 

I had just moved with my family to a new small town, actually, it's only 
about twenty-five miles from here. I hated to move. We had lived in our 
other house all my life, and having to go through the last half of your 
senior year of high school in a strange town with all your friends 
graduating in your old home town, was really a drag. 

I know that I had a chip on my shoulder as soon as I walked into that 
school, feeling that I didn't need anyone, anything, and especially anybody. 

I had had a girlfriend back home, that I had been trying to fuck for two 
years. Finally just when I thought I was about to make it with her, my lousy 
family decided to move. 

My father was a doctor, an M.D., and his practice was not what he wanted it 
to be. The town we moved in offered him a good position on the staff of the 
local hospital, a job he said he couldn't turn down. 

So anyway, I get to this lousy school, and all the cunts look the same. 
They're into their local football heroes, and none of them give me as much 
as a toss. 

There was one girl, her name was Sandy. She wasn't like the rest. She was 
really young and innocent looking, with red hair and freckles, and the 
biggest pair of jugs I had ever laid eyes on in my life. 

So I start chumming up to her, trying to get friendly, you know, but she 
wouldn't buy it. 

I really went out of my way, you know, doc? shit, I went to all of her 
favorite places, so that every time she turned around I was there smiling at 
her, but she would just turn away and continue rapping to her lousy 
girlfriends. 

Now I can take a brush off, it wasn't the first time some girl had done it. 
But this girl was different. I really wanted to make it with her, plus I 
wanted a friend. I didn't know anyone in this lousy new school, and everyone 
was really snobbish. 

But, try as I did, she wouldn't give me a tumble. 

She always went to the library on Friday nights, and stayed until it closed. 
Then she walked home. She lived up a dark deserted road, away from the main 
street of town. 

I followed her a couple of times when I wanted to make sure where she lived, 
but the idea of raping her never really crossed my mind until that day in 
the malt shop that she really embarrassed me. 

I was sitting in the booth across from her, alone as usual, and eyeing her 
up and down. She was with the same two girlfriends that she usually was 
with, lousy looking broads if ever I saw any, by the way. 

So, I'm giving her the eye, right, when all of a sudden, out of nowhere, she 
gets up, walks over, and throws this piece of blueberry pie right in my 
face, telling me to leave her alone, that she hates me. 

I couldn't believe it. I had never been so fucking embarrassed in my entire 
life. Everyone in the place saw exactly what had happened, and they were in 
stitches. 

I got up quickly from my seat, and started to storm out of the place, making 
a real heavy exit, ya know, when I tripped over a chair and fell flat on my 
face. 

As if I hadn't given everybody enough of a reason to laugh before. Now they 
were peeing their pants and splitting their guts laughing and carrying on. 

I finally managed to work my way, or I should say stumble my way, out of 
that fucking place. 

I decided right then and there that I was going to get even with that bitch 
for the humiliating experience she put me through. I would teach her to 
treat me like that. 

Things had been bad enough in that lousy town, and trying to make her and 
getting nowhere. But, when she pulled that number on me, well, she was just 
asking for it. 

I waited until the following Friday night, when I knew she would be at the 
library, and she would be walking home on that dark deserted street. 

I would show her. 

Just like clockwork she came out of the library about five past nine. I 
started following her, from a safe distance of course, I sure as hell didn't 
want her seeing me now, especially after that incident in the malt shop. 

She would know instinctively that I was up to something. So, I kept my 
distance. I waited until the opportunity was just right. There was a sharp 
turn in the road, after it was well into the wooded area, and fortunately, 
for me, just when it was away from all houses. 

It was a very dark night, and I had no trouble sneaking up on her. I, 
quickly approached her, and threw my arm around her, my hand covering her 
face so that she couldn't scream. 

I have to admit, she was a strong little bitch, but I was stronger. I think 
it was my determination to fuck the shit out of her. After all, I had been 
cool, I had tried to be friendly, keeping my distance, passing her easy 
flirtations with the eyes, things like that, but she chose to not only 
ignore them, but to embarrass me in a public place, something which I just 
couldn't stand by and take. 

I slapped her a couple of times in the face, and told her to shut up or I'd 
kill her. I think I was just exaggerating to scare her, but I don't know. 

I was hot! 

I forced her down to the ground, and began kissing her. She bit my lip, so I 
had to belt her. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and for a minute I 
thought I had killed her, or that she was at least going to pass out, but 
she didn't. She was a strong bitch all right. 

"Listen, you fucking cunt, I'm going to fuck the living shit out of you 
right here and now. If you make even the slightest noise, I'll fucking 
strangle you. Do you understand?" 

"Yes," she managed to whimper out. 

"Are you sure?" 

"Yes, I promise, I'll be quiet." 

"You better, because I'm not kidding," I told her, a tone of seriousness in 
my voice. 

"I know, I know, I'll be good, I promise, please don't hit me again, 
please!" 

"As long as you're cool, i won't!" 

I loved it! 

I had her just where I wanted her, and I was going to take the fullest 
possible advantage of her. 

She was wearing a dress, which made things ever so much simpler. I jerked it 
up, revealing her beautiful legs, and her white thighs. Her thighs tapered 
up into the tiny briefs she wore. I ripped at them, tearing right through 
them as she lay there trembling. 

She didn't make a sound! 

She knew better! 

Once I saw her cunt, I went wild. 

I tore down into it, and began licking and tasting the sweet-smelling V of 
her pussy. She smelled so good I wanted to dive right in head first, but I 
settled for the head of my cock instead. 

I started jabbing my tongue in and out of her furiously, not letting up on 
my oral attack for a single second. She writhed about on the ground, not 
daring to try to escape, but not being able to lie perfectly still while I 
worked her over, either. 

In and out my tongue went, and for a moment, I thought she was actually 
enjoying it, but then I realized that I was imagining it. 

I didn't want the bitch to enjoy it. I wanted it to be a hassle for her, I 
wanted it to be pain and discomfort for her. 

After all, she had brought this all on herself. 

We could have had a cool groovy relationship if she hadn't been such a 
stuckup little cunty bitch. 

Well, now it was too late. Now I was in control, and I was going to make her 
pay for her insolence. She would learn never to scorn men again, and I would 
teach her. 

One way or the other!!! 

I realized that our time was just about up, and since I knew that once he 
got into the actual intercourse part of his story, I wouldn't want to stop 
him. 

I told him that we would have to continue the following day. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

He had a big grin on his face the next time he came in to see me. It was as 
if all he needed was the first visit from the previous day to see what I was 
all about, and what the session was all about, and now he was riding high. 

I didn't pretend to notice his good mood, and got right down to business, 
reading him the last couple of statements he had made, and insisting that he 
continue with his detailed description of his perverted sexual experiences. 

Well, okay, I'll finish this stupid story, I can see you want me to. Well 
anyway, I was really getting hot with this bitch. I wanted to slam right 
into her right from the start, but I also wanted to take my time. I had a 
feeling that this would be the one and only time I would get to do this, 
especially under these totally dominating circumstances, and I wanted to 
take full advantage of the situation. 

I ripped off the buttons of her blouse, and was surprised to find out that 
she wasn't wearing a bra. Her titties were even larger and more beautiful 
than I had hoped for. 

She turned her head to the other side, apparently not able to look me in the 
face as I went to work on those two womanly mounds, those two mountains of 
flesh that I loved so very much. 

I fondled her breasts with my cool fingers, squeezing the flesh together, 
pushing the nipples up and out. 

They seemed to get stiffer from my attention, and that really got me hot. 

I flew down over them, and began running my tongue all around them, and then 
making the circles smaller and smaller until I was right over the nipples. 

I bit down on them harshly, and she whimpered her show of pain. I was glad 
that she didn't scream out, it saved me having to knock her out and fuck her 
while she was unconscious. 

I definitely wanted her awake, and aware of every humiliating second, every 
throbbing inch of my lust. 

She had to pay for what she did to me, and this was the only way that I knew 
how to really get her back. 

It was MY way! 

So anyway, I began to really lick this little cunt's titties. I chomped and 
chomped on the nipples, and I knew from the pressure I was bringing to bear 
with my teeth that I was really causing her a great deal of pain, but still 
she didn't resist, still she didn't cry out for help. 

Not that anyone would have heard her, we were quite a ways into the woods, 
and even farther from any house. 

I worked over her tits, as my throbbing cock got harder and harder in my 
pants. It was pressing against my jeans so hard I thought it was going to 
put a fucking hole right through the damn denim. 

I decided that I better take it the fuck out and let it breathe. 

I reached down and unzipped my pants, letting my cock dangle free. She knew 
what I had done, and what that signified. She knew that she was going to get 
the shit fucked right out of her very soon, and she started whimpering, very 
softly. 

I climbed up on top of her, and began kissing her neck and her ears, as my 
cock slipped and slid across her open gaping pussy. 

I was surprised to find some juices flowing down there, especially since she 
was suppose to be so frightened. I thought maybe it was just some strange 
nervous reaction that was making her womanly juices flow, I didn't really 
care. 

All it meant to me was that the runway for my cock would be nice and juicy 
and ready. 

Finally, I could stand it no longer. I had to get my cock into her cunt. Her 
pussy hole seemed to be beckoning and calling me for entry, and I just had 
to do it then. 

I lifted up off her, and with my right hand I steered my cock into her hole. 
I wasn't easy upon entry, not at all. Quite to the contrary. 

I wanted her to feel me going into her. I wanted her to feel the wrath of my 
vengeful cock as plunged into her innermost depths . I wanted her to suffer, 
and she was going to, if it was the last fucking thing I did with her! 

She had to feel pain, and a lot of it, in order for me to be satisfied! 

With one mighty shove I plunged all seven inches of my extra thick cock down 
deep into her pussy hole. She screamed out, not too loudly however, as my 
cock went to the very bottom of her canal. 

I could feel her tight cunt walls squeezing up against my prick as I plunged 
it in, and it felt all warm and juicy. I had never felt a cunt that great. 

She was something else. 

When I felt my balls rubbing up against her furry pussy lips. I knew I was 
all the way in. I slowly pulled my cock almost all the way out, right up to 
the tip of my cock head, and then once again, even more brutally than the 
time before, I plunged all of my mighty love pole down deeply and savagely 
into her vagina. 

She writhed about as she felt the enormous size of my cock. I was proud of 
my cock, happy to show it off, happy to make her feel its power and its 
surging thrust. 

I now began a steady in and out rhythm of my cock. Each thrust was more 
vengeful, more determined, than the one preceding it. I couldn't fuck too 
fast for too long, because my cum boiling point was at an all time high. 

It was as if the slightest thrust right after another one, would bring me to 
fruition. I had to thrust once, rest for a second or two, and then thrust 
again. 

It was beginning to be impossible to hold back my orgasm. It seemed that 
every single fiber in my body was screaming for release! 

"Oh, shit," I moaned, "I'm going to cum." 

I think she realized that if she helped me out, I would cum, and that would 
be the end of it, or so she thought, because suddenly she began to work with 
me instead of against me. 

Every time I sent my cock thrashing down deep into her hole, she squeezed 
her cunt lips together tightly around my cock shaft, and then released it, 
getting a steady squeezing and releasing motion going that only stimulated 
my already stimulated slammer. 

As I with drew the cock, in preparation for another descent, she would once 
again squeeze her thighs together, which would in turn squeeze her pussy 
lips against the sides of my cock, sending shivers of erotic excitement 
coursing up and down my love-starved and more than average horny young body. 

That did it! 

I couldn't take it another second! 

It was definitely time to CUM!!! 

I started to quicken, almost doubling the pace which I was fucking in and 
out of her, until that blissful point of no return was at hand. 

I felt the cum start surging up from way down deep in my balls.. It was 
cumming higher and higher, until it reached the tiny piss slit at the very 
top of my bulbous cock head. 

Then in one big gush, it started spurting out of my cock shaft and spewing 
into her open and accepting pussy hole. 

I couldn't believe how much cum I was shooting. 

I don't think I had ever shot as much cum as that in my life! 

I must have been very, very excited! 

The cum kept flowing, and I kept jabbing in and out of her as fast as I 
could go. The life force was actually being drained from my body as what 
seemed to be gallons and gallons of cum spewed out of me and filled her up. 

I poured so much cum into that little wench, that it overflowed her deep 
pussy canal, and started dribbling down over my slamming balls. 

I didn't let up the tremendous pummeling I was doing, until the very last 
drop of my cum was emptied. Then, I just lay down, falling over on top of 
her, leaving my cock wedged between her soft wet pussy lips, unable to move 
an inch. 

I was totally spent, totally exhausted, totally wasted. I had let it all go, 
something I had wanted to do with that cunt ever since I had laid eyes on 
her months before. 

She had given me a constant state of lover's nuts for all that time, and 
this particular orgasm, was like a release of three or four months of heavy 
forplay. 

It was one hell of an orgasm. 

We just lied there joined together, cock into pussy, pussy gripping cock, 
for a seemingly endless amount of time before even one word was spoken. 

Finally, it was her who broke the long silence. 

"What are you going to do?" she asked, in a meager, but longing voice. I 
wondered if she was actually fearful for her life, and then took a look at 
her, and decided that she was. 

"Why?" I asked smugly. 

"I just want to know, that's all," she said softly in my ear. 

"Well, I haven't decided yet. But, I will tell you one thing. If you ever 
tell anyone about this, I'll tell them that I met you outside the library, 
and you asked me to come up on this dark road, which I a new guy in town 
should know nothing about, and then you asked me to please, please have 
intercourse with you. 

She looked at me incredulously. 

"But, but that isn't the way it happened at all," she said, in small 
protest. 

"I know, but do you really think they will believe you? After all, look 
where we are, right up on your street, right near your house. 

And you've lived here all your life. You should know these woods." 

"Oh, no, you're right. My father would never believe me. He doesn't even 
believe that I go to the library every night. He thinks I'm just out with 
some boys fooling around or something." 

"Oh, you have one of those fathers," I said, mocking her predicament. 

Shit, doc, it was perfect for me. I wasn't completely sure of what I had 
said to her, saying it more to check out whether or not it would scare her 
into silence. 

Then, finding out that she had a really strict old man, whom she was 
obviously afraid of, made everything just perfect. It couldn't have been a 
better setup if I had blueprinted it myself. 

"Yes, I know that my father would believe you, and not me, his very own 
daughter!" 

"Well, it looks like you better keep your fucking mouth shut, now, doesn't 
it." 

"Oh yes, I will. Please, please don't tell him about this, please?" 

This was crazy, she was actually asking me not to tell anyone that I raped 
her. I loved it, just simply loved it. 

"Okay, my mouth is shut, if your mouth is shut." 

"Okay, I won't tell anyone, if you don't," she said, and I knew that this 
little episode was safe from all public knowledge. 

Much to my surprise, laying on her warm body and just rapping for a bit, 
leaving my previously limp cock imbedded deeply inside her twat, it had 
started to get stiff again. 

She noticed it immediately. 

"Oh, no, you're getting hard again. Already!" 

"Yeah, what do you think of that?" 

"I don't know," she whimpered, "does this mean you want to dp it again?" she 
asked. 

"Well, since you asked," I said, and slowly pulled my stiff cock out of her, 
and then let it slide back down into the soft folds of her pussy walls. 

Her cunt felt even better this time. It was more worked, more broken it, and 
much, much wetter. Of course all of my cum was still buried deep up inside 
her hole, and I was sure that that was adding greatly to the lubrication, 
and heightening the already exciting feelings my body and senses got when I 
slipped in and out of her cunt hole. 

So, once again, I began to fuck her. 

This time, because I had just shot less than ten minutes before, I began a 
steady in and out rhythm, getting into a good pace, that was comfortable and 
enjoyable at the same time. 

In and out of her snatch I went, and much to my surprise she began to get 
into my rhythm. Once again, I didn't know why she was doing it, other than 
to possibly speed up my possession of her. 

Then again, there was always the chance that was enjoying it. But I guess I 
would never find out. 

I began to increase my rhythm, a new wave of excitement coursing throughout 
my body because of the additional help and joining in that she was doing. 

When she joined me, her cunt felt a hundred times more exciting than when 
she just lied there. I couldn't believe how fucking beautiful it felt on my 
cock as my prick slid in and out of her quivering juicy snatch. 

There were loud squishing sounds coming from her pussy as I pulled my fat 
throbbing cock head right out, and then slid it back in again. 

I could feel her stiff little clitty brushing against my cock and knew that 
no matter what frame of mind she was in, no matter how she may hate and 
despise me and what I was doing to her, she had to be enjoying that 
sensation. 

I think that the clitty work was what was making her shake all over, as if 
she herself was going to have an orgasm. 

Actually, that was just what happened. 

I felt her pussy tightening in short little convulsive movements on my cock, 
and knew that her multiple orgasms were beginning. I decided to let her have 
this one pleasure, actually, I decided to help make it great. 

I began tearing my cock in and out of her, somewhere finding the strength to 
exert myself even more than the first torrid fuck. 

I suddenly wanted to give her the best orgasm of her life, one that she 
would never forget, one she would remember as long as she lived. 

I know that it was those first feelings of excitement when I had first seen 
her, and merely thought of having her totally, like this, that was making me 
feel somewhat compassionate now. 

After all, the first time I just fucked away at will, using her body like 
she wasn't even a human being, degrading her, making her pay for the 
humiliating experience she subjected me to. 

But this second fuck was completely different! 

I was into this fuck, and into pleasing her as much as pleasing my self. 
That made all the difference in the world. 

I think she sensed the difference right from the start, or perhaps it was 
just my sudden mellowness of spirit that got her. Whatever the case, she was 
treating me like her long lost lover all of a sudden. 

All of a sudden, she threw her arms around my neck, and pulled me down close 
to her. She opened her mouth wide and my lips met her in a warm embrace. 

The saliva started flowing like an ocean between us. She spit some of her 
saliva down into my throat, and I swallowed it wantonly. 

I spit some of mine back, and she did the same thing. 

Our tongues wrestled with each other, toying, teasing, enticing, exciting, 
and even loving. 

Yes, for some strange reason I was actually feeling love for this beautiful 
woman. It was weird, especially considering how I got her there and all, but 
I couldn't deny the sensations coursing through my system. 

Suddenly, we both started cumming. I think I shot first, but it was as if my 
hot cum flying up into her snatch set off a trigger inside of her and made 
her begin to cum too. 

I never saw a woman cum like that before! 

The cum oozed and oozed out of her pussy. I could feel it covering my cock, 
and mixing with the gigantic supply of cum that I was shooting out of my 
love pole. 

We had made a pool of cum in her pussy, working for that one goal together, 
as a team, and it had been fucking great, I must admit that, doctor. 

Her whole body was shaking, almost as if someone had electrocuted her 
somehow. She writhed about underneath me as she gave in totally to the 
throes of her erotic and impulsive orgasmic climax. 

The two of us came and came, for what seemed like a fucking eternity. 

Finally, it was over, for a second time! 

I waited a reasonable amount of time, and we kissed softly during it, before 
taking out my cock. She moaned as the last inch of my now semilimp cock 
slipped out of her snatch hole. 

"That was beautiful," she said, and the words were strange to my ear. 

What had happened to all the roughness, all the abuse, all the revenge that 
I had been seeking. All of that seemed to make things quite different, 
indeed! 

So, that was it doctor,' at least for that. I thought that I had finally 
found myself a great lover, but, as my girlfriend had done back home, her 
parents suddenly decided to move. 

She left so fast I didn't even have a chance to talk to her before she 
split. It could have been anything. Maybe even her father found out what had 
happened, and was so disgraced that their precious beautiful little daughter 
could have gotten fucked in the woods right near the house, was just much 
too much to take. 

After all, what would the neighbors say if word got out! 

But, I wasn't sure, and I never found out. As for me, I became rape crazy. I 
started raping every chick I could. I always did the same type of number, 
raping them as close to their own houses as I could, and then blackmailing 
them into silence. 

It always worked! 

Until I went to camp. 

I decided to work this summer at a camp upstate, just to get out into the 
country, and also to find some new women to do my number on. After going 
through all of the female counselors, raping some of the owner's wives, 
using the same tricks to force them into silence, I began messing around 
with some of the very, very young girls that came there for the summer. 

This was my mistake. 

One of them went screaming to her parents, even after what I told her, and I 
was arrested for rape of a minor less than a week later. Then, because it 
was a camp-associated crime, there was much questioning, and all of the 
sordid details about all the other girls that I had molested, came cruelly 
to the surface, and well, here I am. 

I guess you know the rest doctor, so that's about all that I have to say. 

 CONCLUSION 

This young man was a very interesting case, and I hope that you have enjoyed 
reading it as much as I did researching, and recording it. 

I did notice a certain feeling of compassion when he talked about the more 
tender moments of his first rape with his high school sweetheart in the 
woods. 

It is obvious that he has some very deep psychological problems, but I feel 
that with constant guidance, he would someday soon be ready to face the 
outside world, with a healthy and happy attitude. 

 CASE HISTORY FOUR 

Subject: Bernard J. Age: Thirty-eight 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Bernard J. was living and working in a large city as chief mechanic for a 
top automotive agency. For years his life appeared to function on an 
organized, relatively happy plane. 

Then suddenly it changed. Here is his story, as usual, in two interviews. 

Well, I can't say that everything was perfect in my life, but it was about 
as damned close to it, I guess, as you could get. No, I wasn't rich, at 
least not in any monetary sense, but in other ways I was. My wife was 
absolutely great and so were my five kids. We were a very closely knit 
family and on weekends, I would take Trudy, that's my wife, and the kids out 
on little excursions. 

Just about the time that things were moving so smoothly that I thought they 
were always going to remain that way, something happened. 

This good-looking kid moved in next door to me with her mother. Right off I 
felt sorry for her, because I noticed that, as beautiful as she was, she had 
a forlorn look about her. 

She was hurt and confused. It was no small wonder. Her mother was raising 
her all by herself. She'd gotten a divorce from her husband, and was 
undertaking the job of raising her daughter and doing a pretty lousy job. 

The poor girl was alone quite a bit of the time. Her mother naturally had to 
work, but even when she got off work, instead of coming home and visiting 
with the daughter and attending to her needs, the mother would go out and 
drink. 

She'd truck home sometimes late at night, obviously under the weather, with 
some guy. There would be different guys moving through there, and all this 
was happening when the poor girl was around. 

My wife and I were coming back from doing the shopping one evening when she 
marched in with some character. They were both pretty drunk and making quite 
a bit of noise. 

"That woman's a disgrace to the neighborhood," I remember my wife telling 
me. 

"It really concerns me what's happening to that girl," I shook my head. 

"Me too, That's what I was thinking about. It's just plain awful, that woman 
going out and getting drunk and leaving that girl there alone so much of the 
time." 

"Of course, she is fifteen years old." 

"But that is by no means a woman," she countered. "She certainly looks like 
one and in many ways acts like one, but that isn't the same as being one. I 
don't care what people say about the modern generation of children. They too 
are immature until they get to be a certain age. And at fifteen she could 
use some more guidance from her mother." 

I dropped the subject right then and there, not wanting to say anyting more 
about it. Every time I did see this girl, though, I did my best to be 
friendly. She was an awfully nice kid, and just the kind that you'd expect 
to find on the cover of some kind of teenage magazine. 

She had coal-black hair and rich creamy white skin that contrasted 
beautifully with the coloring of her hair . She had sparkling dark eyes and 
already possessed beautiful breasts. She was something else, for damn sure. 

The more frequently Trudy started talking about Bonnie, the girl next door, 
the more eager I was to get her off on another subject. She acted like it 
was her personal responsibility to see that the girl was brought up right. 

I wanted to kind of shy away from it. It wasn't my responsibility as I saw 
it. I'd continue speaking to her when I saw her, and being friendly like 
you'd expect a neighbor to be, but without any strings attached. 

Then one afternoon as I was driving my wife and the kids back from a movie, 
Trudy came up with a bright idea. 

"You know, it would be nice to take Bonnie out with us sometime," she said. 
"I saw her sitting in the back yard, just staring sadly into space. Her 
mother was gone. Out with some drunk, I suppose. That poor girl. I feel so 
sorry for her. Next time we go somewhere, why don't we at least make 
arrangements to ask her along." 

I paused for a long period of time, then finally agreed. Little did I 
realize it, but my entire life would change once I would follow through with 
that commitment. 

We began taking Bonnie with us just about everywhere we went. We would take 
her to movies, family picnics, the whole works. I remember one afternoon in 
particular when we took her to a trout fishing stream where we often went. 
She was clad in a white blouse and red shorts, and I never got a hardon like 
I did that day. 

It bugged me, because I kept thinking that maybe Trudy would see it. I would 
turn my body whenever Trudy was around and I was good and hard. What made it 
such a frustrating erection was that I couldn't get my rocks off. 

I kept looking at this gorgeous chick's ass every time that she would bend 
over, and would dream about planting my love pole up her tight little pussy. 

I guess I should have been a lot more fearful about what would happen with 
gorgeous Bonnie than I was. I kind of dismissed that erection, telling 
myself that it was just a guy responding to a beautiful young girl, that 
there was no more to it than that. 

Just because I was attracted to her did not mean that I would actually 
follow through and have sex with her. 

But I was a hell of a lot closer to that possibility than I was letting on. 

One afternoon I decided to stay home and just take care of my car, something 
I would do on occasion. Trudy would chide me when I would do it, telling me 
that I just couldn't get away from my job. But I'm the kind of guy who 
really digs my job. I work as a mechanic, and there's nothing I like better 
than getting in there and working on a car. That particular day I was trying 
to fix some little thing that had gone wrong with my automobile, and there I 
was in the garage, working away. 

I had taken Trudy and the kids over to her sister's a few miles away: They 
would spend the whole day there. It was getting hot and I was sweating 
pretty heavily. It was one of those humid days. 

Just as I was taking a little break and sipping a can of beer, I heard a 
friendly voice call out. 

Hello, I immediately recognized the voice as being that of Bonnie. 

I jerked my head around quickly, recognizing just how eager I was to get a 
look at her. 

She was wearing that same outfit that she had had on the day that we had 
gone trout fishing. Those tight-fitting shorts. She looked absolutely 
gorgeous in them. 

I looked at her creamy legs, and brought my eyes upward and got a good 
glimpse of her solid tits. They really danced out, being firm and beautiful. 

I kept thinking that this girl at fifteen was built better than most women 
ever dreamed of being. It was a good thing that Trudy wasn't jealous of her. 
She sure as hell could have been, since the kid was built so well. 

Not only that, but she had the most beautiful pair of dark hypnotic eyes 
that you could ever find. When she looked at you, she automatically won you 
over, no matter what you might have been thinking before. 

"How's it going?" I asked Bonnie. 

"Oh, just fine. I can see you're busy working on your car." 

"Yes, I am." 

"I just got up." 

"You slept pretty late, didn't you?" 

"My mother had a party over at the house last night. It was. impossible for 
me to sleep. It was just too much noise." 

"Oh, is that right I must have really been sleepy. I didn't hear any of it." 

"Well, there's quite a bit of distance separating our two houses. That and 
the windows were closed. Mom tries not to disturb other people when she's 
carrying on, but I sure did hear it." 

"Sorry you had problems getting to sleep." 

"Just one of those things," she shrugged. "Mom's gone again today and I'm 
over there all by myself. Say, when you get through with your work, why 
don't you take me for a ride. That is, if you're not doing anything else." 

"I suppose I could." 

"It really would do me a little good. I'd like to get out of the house for a 
while." 

"Gosh, maybe you probably could' have gone with Trudy and the kids. They 
went to see her sister." 

"Maybe I could have. Oh well, it would be nice, though, if you could take me 
for a little ride. Doesn't have to be a long one. It's just that it will 
perk up my morale. I mean, if you're busy, then no problem, but if you 
aren't, I'd really love it." 

"I'm not that busy, at all," I said eagerly. "As a matter-of-fact, I'm just 
about done fixing the car. I'll take a quick shower and see you out front 
here in about twenty- minutes. How will that be?" 

"That will be great," Bonnie smiled. 

I began realizing just how turned on I was getting to this gorgeous girl 
when I went into the house and took my shower. My fingers were quivering as 
I worked the soap around my chest and under my arms. 

I really did have strong desires for this girl. I kept telling myself that I 
liked Bonnie just as a friend. More like a daughter than anything else. But 
down deep I guess I never really believed that. 

I took her out in the car and we went for a ride for a few blocks. As I was 
driving back to the place, she looked at me and smiled. 

"You like me quite a bit, don't you, Bernie?" 

"Of course I like you, you're a very nice girl." 

"I don't mean that way. I mean in another way," Bonnie laughed. "You don't 
have to try and put me on, Bernie. I know I'M beautiful. I've had enough 
guys chase after me, but you know, I'm not like my mother. My mother's 
almost like Will Rogers." 

"What?" 

"Well, it was Will Rogers who said he never met a man he didn't like. That's 
just about the way my mother is. She's never met a man she doesn't like. You 
get what I mean?" 

"I get you," I nodded. "But let's not talk about that. I don't want to put 
your mother down." 

"I'm not really saying that to put her down. I'm just saying that with me 
it's a little different. I don't like just any man. I do kind of like you, 
though. I've noticed certain things about you. As a matter of fact, I 
recognize things sometimes a lot quicker than older women do. Like your wife 
Trudy. I don't think that she ever noticed that huge hardon you had for me 
when we went trout fishing that day." 

' 'This conversation is getting awfully personal," I gulped, not knowing 
what else to say. "We'd better talk about something else, honey." 

"Don't try and put me off or put me on," Bonnie laughed. "It's up to you 
whether you're gonna make a move or not, but I just think that you're a 
pretty nice guy, Bernie. I'm not gonna say anything more than that." 

At that point I decided to say nothing. My mind was spinning crazily. I just 
didn't know how to react to this beautiful young girl who was sitting next 
to me. 

We didn't exchange another word until I drove the car into the driveway. At 
that point, after taking out the keys, I looked with intensity into her 
eyes. 

At the time I was looking into those eyes, she did something that really 
turned me on. She began licking her thick red lips. I observed her even 
white teeth and felt motivated to kiss her. 

I slipped my lips forward, allowing them to land with sharp impact against 
her lips. 

While the lips were making brisk contact against each other, I reached out 
and threw my arms around her body. It felt warm and vibrant as it pressed 
against mine. I loved the feel of her firm, hot breasts, clutching against 
mine. 

I removed my lips from hers, then decided that I would slip my tongue inside 
her mouth. So I flipped it forward, allowing it to slide inside her mouth. 

I saw that our time was just about up, so I ended this particular interview. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

After letting him know where he left off, he started right in again, 
apparently eager to finish his story. 

Well, our tongues suddenly began to clash, sweeping brilliantly against each 
other, back and forth, back and forth. They penetrated each other with great 
excitement, and all the while the impulses within me became that much more 
uncontrollable. 

When I removed my tongue from Bonnie's mouth, I looked at her and exclaimed, 
"Could we go to your place, honey?" 

"Sure," she said. 

"Your mother won't be back for a while?" 

"She told me she wouldn't." 

She opened her door. It seemed like it would take forever for her to open 
it, and get inside. Once inside, I felt the fervent desire to reach out and 
kiss Bonnie again. Once more I pressed her body convincingly against my own, 
and as I did I slipped my tongue inside her mouth. Our tongues clashed with 
great magnificence. This time we let the kiss linger even longer than it had 
the other time when we were sitting in the car. 

Back and forth I kept on sharply stabbing my tongue against hers. We made 
beautiful time together. Bonnie knew just how to manipulate her tongue, 
keeping perfect time to my movements. 

I continued to French kiss her until I decided that I just had to remove my 
tongue from her mouth. I was just too plain excited by it all, so I took my 
tongue out of her mouth and let my fingers run over the smooth skin of her 
face. 

"I might regret this later, but I desperately want to go to bed with you," I 
told her. 

"Why do you think you'll regret it?" 

"You are just a young girl. Heck, I've got a daughter one year older than 
you." 

"Don't worry, honey, you want me, you know you do, you want me real bad. 
Don't tease yourself. Don't lie to yourself. Let's go into the bedroom." 

We walked quickly together toward the bedroom, and then closed the door 
behind us. 

I kissed her on the lips once making it a quick kiss, then got up and my 
cock was bulging sharply and I just had to get it out of the trousers. 

Bonnie lay there on the bed, stretched out and watching every move that I 
made. I pulled off my shirt with a couple of quick nervous stabs, then undid 
my trousers, removing them as well. 

"That's a nice cock," she sighed, when it was finally revealed. "I like it!" 

I threw my naked body into bed with her, delivering a few more forceful 
kisses to her lips. As I finally removed my lips, I recognized that it was 
time to undress her. I reached out behind her and began to unbutton her 
blouse. When I pulled it off, and observed her bra, I realized I was that 
much closer to attaining my final objective. 

I flipped off the bra with one twist of the fingers, then heaved a loud sigh 
as I came to grips with her beautiful tits!!! 

I liked the way they stood out, so firm and proud, so ready for my touch. I 
reached out, and with both hands, let my fingers glide over her tits and 
nipples. "Suck my tits," she cried out. "Go ahead, baby, bury your tongue on 
them. Suck them real nice." 

I reached down between her breasts, letting my tongue attack the shadowy 
valley which rested between them. 

While my tongue lapped up and down, I reached out and let the fingers of 
both hands glide eagerly over her tits. 

I kept my firm, steady movements, permitting my fingers to go to work over 
her tits. While the action was continuing, my heart pounded with great 
enthusiasm. I realized just how eager I was for some additional action. It 
was great to suck her tits, but I would be even more eager to whip my cock 
into action. 

After sucking the shadowy valley between her gigantic tits, I went to work 
on her left tit, allowing my tongue to dance spryly up and down it. 

Every time that my tongue came into brisk contact with the firm, creamy 
skin, I got that much homier. My cock was standing out like a slab of 
concrete. It was that damned hard. And on top of that my balls were 
absolutely scorching, itching like crazy, screaming for release. 

I finished sucking her left tit, then moved my tongue over toward the right, 
repeating the same brisk movements. Back and forth I would let my tongue 
slide, driving it with great determination as I pushed myself even closer to 
an orgasm. 

When I reached the point where my balls were aching so much that I didn't 
think I could control them any longer, I removed my tongue from her breast. 
I reached down with my nervous fingers and began to tug at her red shorts. 

I kept on tugging at her shorts until I pulled them off. When I saw that she 
had on nothing beneath them, my heart really did a few flip-flops. I could 
see her beautiful pussy, surrounded by shiny black pubic hair. 

My first instinct was to want to kiss her snatch, so I plunged my head 
forward and puckered up, allowing my lips to collide with her mound. 

"Ah, you're kissing my cunt ," she giggled girlishly, flipping her hips back 
and I forth and making herself that much more enticing a target. "You can do 
it again, baby, come on and kiss my pussy." 

I wound up kissing Bonnie's cunt about six or eight times in rapid 
succession. Hell, I can't say exactly how many because I lost track. All I 
know was that my heart kept thumping wildly and my body trembled while I 
kissed her cunt. I was getting carried away in a sea of passion. 

"Eat me, go ahead, honey. Put your tongue to work on my snatch. Come on and 
really slide it, baby. Oh, I want you to suck me there. I want you to suck 
my pussy. Go ahead and suck my snatch. That's what I'd really like. I'd 
really like some wonderful sensations from your tongue, my dear. Go ahead, 
darling. Come on and suck my pussy. Oh, yes, please do it for me. I want it. 
Oh, how I want it. Come on and suck my snatch." 

All I had to do was listen to the tone of her voice and I knew how much she 
wanted to be sucked. She was practically begging me, and on top of that, I 
wasn't all that unreceptive in the first place. I wanted to taste her, to 
slip my tongue into her young slit. 

At that point in the action, something really came over me. Here I was, a 
man of my age, and I was feeling like fifteen myself. I felt like I could 
conquer the whole world. I had the same kind of damned cocksure confidence 
that a person has when he's a little ignorant, the kind of ignorance that 
you get when you're at a certain age. I had it when I was about Bonnie's 
age, and there it was surfacing again. I felt like nothing in the entire 
world could conquer me, and I wanted to plant my tongue eagerly inside my 
lover's box. 

I worked my fingers up and down her smooth thighs. The longer that I touched 
them, the harder that my heart pounded. I just had to suck this beautiful 
young girl, I just had to flip my tongue around inside her pussy hole. 

I was looking forward to gauging her response. I knew she just about would 
flip out when I planted my tongue against her pussy. 

My fingers worked up and down her legs. I loved every bit of intimate body 
contact that I enjoyed with Bonnie. While my fingers kept sliding against 
them, I planted my tongue down between her legs and began to let it fly. 

Perhaps I should have started out manipulating my tongue a little more 
slowly. That might have been the way to handle things from the finesse 
standpoint, but at that point I wasn't in much of a mood for the finer ways 
of lovemaking. 

I drove my tongue wildly, letting it slide back and forth inside her pussy. 

While I was sucking Bonnie's snatch, I reached out and let my fingers glide 
up and down her legs. The longer that we made contact, the farther along she 
got. I could see that it wouldn't take much in the way of sucking on my part 
in order to bring her off. 

While I kept letting my tongue surge and stab inside her mound, I kept up my 
inspired pace, driving my tongue quickly, pushing her that much closer 
toward a dramatic climax. 

"Keep your tongue planted in my box," she cried out, "Oh, I want it, honey, 
I want you to suck me off. Keep driving your tongue. Oh, yeah. Come on, let 
it slide, honey." 

I hardly even needed her encouragement. It helped a little, but it couldn't 
help a lot because I didn't really need a lot of help. All I needed was the 
chance to keep on slipping my tongue relentlessly inside her mound, and I 
was taking advantage of the situation by driving it back and forth speedily, 
sliding it inside her snatch. 

The longer that I sucked her cunt, the faster that she manipulated her hips, 
bringing them in a flipping motion from side to side, driving them with 
great enthusiasm as I continued to go at her cunt with my eager and ready 
tongue. 

I recognized that I couldn't keep up that kind of pace for very long and 
that she wouldn't be able to withstand it either. She was just too plain 
excited by what was happening, and I was so carried away with her that I 
would not let up for one solitary second until her hot pussy juices burst 
into my mouth. 

"Just keep sliding your tongue, oh, keep sucking me ," she called out, 
"drive it, baby. Oh, I'm on fire, my pussy is on fire. You did it with your 
tongue. You're gonna make me cum. Come on, honey, make me orgasm. Go after 
my hot load. Yes, oh, I want you to eat me, baby, you've got to eat me!" 

While I kept up my thorough pussy sucking, I noticed that her body was 
twisting even faster than before. She would raise it upward ever so slightly 
every time that I would allow my tongue to dart uncontrollably against her 
mound. 

I had been exercising my fingers on her thighs, working them vigorously 
around them. I switched my movements abruptly, allowing my fingers to go to 
work on her ass cheeks. 

I clutched at her buttocks ever so hungrily, determined to extract every 
ounce of pleasure that I could from her beautiful body. All the while I kept 
working on her pussy, driving my tongue against her box, pushing her that 
much more eagerly toward climax. 

"Eat out my pussy lining," she cried out, "just a few more strokes, honey. 
Keep that tongue buried in my box. Oh, eat me, lover, yes, oh, drive your 
tongue. Drive that hot, burning tongue into my pussy hole. I'm in flames, 
lover. My box is in flames. 

"You can tell. Oh, yes, you can. I'm getting ready to juice. I'm gonna shoot 
that juice into your mouth. Oh, you're gonna swallow my hot load. Yes, 
lover, oh, keep your tongue twisting." 

At that point I clutched my fingers more sharply than ever around her ass 
cheeks. I was clinging to them like I would never let go. 

I held on for dear life, hanging onto them tightly as my tongue kept winding 
around her pussy, driving eagerly into her pussy lining, propelling her that 
much closer to her final objective. 

"Ah, I'm there," she exclaimed loudly. 

She didn't even need to tell me. I could feel the hot juices spilling 
eagerly into my mouth. I gulped them down just as quickly as she shot them 
into me, all the while hanging onto her ass cheeks with both hands. 

"Eat me, oh, eat my box, lover, oh, I'm shooting the juices into you," she 
exclaimed. 

"Come on, lover, eat every drop. Go after every drop of my hot load. Oh, 
you're really giving me a great suck. You're really swallowing my hot cum. I 
love it, lover, I love it. Oh, what a pussy licker you are. Oh, what a 
wonderful suck!" 

I stayed with her until the last few droplets of her load had shot from her 
pussy. 

Now that I had succeeded in gobbling up Bonnie's hot juices, I wondered what 
I ought to do next. My cock was bulging and I wanted to stick it in her. But 
the more I thought about it, the more fearful I became about the idea of 
doing that. 

I had to bear in mind that she was a young girl. There was always the chance 
that I could knock her up. It really terrified me. It's tough being caught 
in a crosscurrent like that, where your old cock is bulging hard and you 
want to get your rocks off in the worst way, but you're afraid to do 
anything about it. 

"How much fucking have you done in your life, Bonnie?" I asked her. 

"A little bit. I had quite an affair with one of my mother's boyfriends." 

"Did he do everything to you?" 

"Just about. I usually don't like the guys she goes with. Most of them are 
creeps. But this guy was all right. He had a nice cock on him and he wasn't 
bad looking. On top of that he was a pretty good guy. Of course my mother 
never found out. If she ever knew I had ever fucked anyone, she would kill 
me." 

"So what should we do now?" I asked. 

"Come on, honey, stick your cock in me," she said. 

The longer that I looked at her pussy and outstretched legs, the hungrier I 
became over the possibility of sticking my dick inside her love hole. 

I reached down and ran my fingers up and down her legs. I started with her 
thighs, then slid my fingers down toward her ankles. 

My fingers kept on going to work speedily. The longer I kept up the action, 
the more eager I became to plunge my prick into her pussy well. 

As I kept on exercising my fingers over her smooth, warm skin, I felt it was 
time to plunge my dick into her cunt. So I slammed my cock forward, 
permitting it to make its first penetration into her mound. 

"Keep slamming your cock into me," she called out, "oh, drive your prick 
into me, baby, do it now, really fuck me good." 

The longer that my cock continued to plunge into her mound, the more at home 
I felt fucking her. I kept on slamming my dick relentlessly, driving it deep 
inside her pussy, plunging that much closer to orgasm. 

I liked the way that she was responding to my cock movements. Back and forth 
she flipped her hips, manipulating them sharply while I kept up my cock 
stabs. I kept up my bruising attack, slamming my cock into her, moving ever 
closer to a dramatic climax. 

A few sharp strokes later, I found myself on the verge of a climax. 

As I kept on slamming my pecker hard into her hole, she kept on twisting her 
buttocks. I was going to it in grand style, fucking her, driving my dick 
into her pussy, moving into the final few strokes of the act. 

"I like that," she sighed, "just keep planting your cock into my mound, 
baby. 

Well, the rest is history, doctor. Her mother pressed charges on every count 
from rape to molesting a minor, to assault, and so on, and so on. I'm sure 
that she must have frightened my little sex partner, because all during the 
hearing and all, she didn't say a word. She would just stand there and stare 
at me, with big empty eyes. 

And here I am! 

 CONCLUSION 

I found this case most interesting, because of the innocence of this 
particular man. Even though he knew he wasn't doing something he should be, 
fooling around with a minor and all, he had a streak of sincere compassion 
as his underlying force, a force that was driving him on. 

For that reason, and this man's general attitude, he was released just prior 
to the publishing of this book, and for that, I was happy to have had a 
major part in. 

 CASE HISTORY FIVE 

Subject: Louis P. Age: 45 

INTERVIEW ONE 

I began treatment with Louis about three years ago. He was referred to me by 
the warden. My purpose was to alleviate his anxiety attacks brought on by 
extreme guilt. 

My first impression of the patient was one of extreme composure and 
self-confidence. He was about six feet tall, he had light brown hair and 
light blue eyes. His body was in top physical condition and I knew from 
first glance that he worked out in a gym. He was a very strong person and 
had a will to match it. 

From the first moment of our meeting we became friends. He didn't seem to be 
your usual crime offender. 

The following is his case history recorded in his own words. 

Doctor, I really don't know why the warden asked me to come down to see you, 
I'm really quite sane. You see, I believe my crime was committed without me 
being totally aware of it. It all started the day my sister and 
brother-in-law asked me to babysit for my niece, who at the time was about 
thirteen years of age. 

She was a beautiful child and we always got along. She was actually an 
unusual child and I'm not just bragging because she's my niece. Her I.Q. was 
well above standard and when you had a conversation with her it was as if 
you were speaking to an adult . 

Anyway, getting back to that first day. I was glad to take care of her for 
my sister because she really wasn't any trouble at all. It just so happened 
that it was my day off so I suggested that they bring her to my house and we 
could spend the afternoon together. 

They dropped her off and said they wouldn't be much later than three or four 
hours. I saw them to the door and went back into the living room where my 
beautiful little niece was sitting, reading one of her school books. 

She loved to read. Mysteries were her favorite. I sat down on the couch next 
to her and looked over her shoulder to see what book she was reading. It was 
summer and all she had on was a light cotton dress which really didn't cover 
much of her body. 

She shifted her weight to get comfortable and the hem of her dress moved way 
above her shapely knees. She had legs just like my sister. Long and tapered. 
The skin was creamy smooth without a mark on it. 

Her young body was just beginning to fill out and I could see her thighs 
blooming out into a womanly shape. 

My attention suddenly left the book she was reading and moved along the 
lines of her youthful body. I hadn't really noticed until that day how big 
her breasts had developed and suddenly I felt a surging desire run through 
every vein in my body. 

My eyes took in every inch of her and my desires took over with each passing 
minute. Suddenly I was determined to make love to my beautiful young niece. 
I wanted to shower her with kisses. 

I let my hand brush against her bare leg and I felt as if I was going to 
burst with desire. I had to have this young girl. She was the one thing I 
wanted and I had to have her. 

In my mind I began plotting just how I was going to get the ball rolling. I 
decided the direct approach would be best. So I began asking her about her 
love life if it existed and if she had any special boyfriend she was seeing. 

She was startled at first at the nature of my question but she immediately 
gained composure after a moment of thought. She thought for a moment and 
began telling me of her youthful experiences. 

This really excited me. While she was telling me a trite story about a boy 
in school I began stroking the inside of her hot burning thighs. Oddly 
enough she didn't try to stop me. I think she was really getting turned on. 
I didn't stop what I was doing and she didn't stop me. 

I could feel my cock filling up with blood forcing the head of it to press 
against the zipper in my pants. I couldn't wait much longer. I had to make 
love to her soon or I would burst. 

She was still talking about her experience and I began to move my hand up a 
little further caressing the fold between her legs and letting my index 
finger brush against her cotton panties. 

She smelled so clean. I could detect a faint odor of baby powder which made 
me think she had just stepped out of the shower before she came over to 
visit. By now she opened her legs an inch more so I could have access to her 
lovely honey pot situated at the top of her firm legs. Her skin was so 
smooth, it felt like baby skin. I have been to bed with many a woman but 
this young creature was the goddess of them all. 

I could feel the heat radiating from her body and this urged me to stimulate 
her even quicker than I had anticipated. I let my middle finger brush 
against the elastic around the bottom of her panties and she moved her 
bottom into the seat which sent me wild. I couldn't control myself much 
longer. 

All the time I was caressing her, she looked out into space without making 
contact with me. I could see the color rising in her cheeks and the little 
beads of sweat forming on her pretty little forehead. 

I suddenly slipped my finger underneath her panties and began searching 
between the fold of her almost hairless pussy. It felt so small against my 
big hand. I could feel heat radiating through my fingers as I began 
manipulating my two fingers between the lips of her virgin pussy. 

It seemed so small, so fresh, so young yet at the same time it felt as if my 
hand belonged in between her legs. I let my fingers dance up and down her 
vulva until she let out a sigh. 

Now I knew I was getting somewhere. I was sure there was a chance of me 
being the first man in her life to make love to her. I was thrilled that she 
was enjoying my caresses and I was equally glad I was her first lover. I 
wanted to teach her how to make love the right way. 

I wanted to teach her how to really make love to a man. Not to be afraid of 
a man's body and most of all to love his member of love. My cock was 
throbbing and I moved my hand inside of hers and placed it against my 
burning cockhead. 

At first she was startled but after a second or two she began to move her 
hand up and down my shaft. I could see the gleam in her eye. It was the same 
gleam she got when she came downstairs Christmas morning to open her 
presents. 

I could feel her tiny hand just exploring every inch of my eight inches. She 
marveled at the size of my cock and she actually asked to see it in the 
flesh. 

I was mighty glad to oblige her so I opened my pants and let my cock free 
from all of it's bindings. It was free at last. Free to feel all of the 
caresses my little darling was giving to me. 

I still kept my fingers busy in her hot twat but this time I decided to find 
her little clit and give her a piece of the action. I wanted to see her 
helplessly writhing with pain and passion. I wanted to see her beg me to 
make her come, to relieve her of her burning desires. 

I wanted to squeeze her button till it made her whimper. I wanted to suck 
her love button but I contained myself and proceeded to take her little 
clitty between my fingers and roll it around like a piece of used gum. 

Her body came alive when my fingers massaged it ever so lightly. I removed 
my finger from her hot burning twat and slipped my fingers into my mouth to 
wet my fingers which would enable me to slip my fingers in and out of her 
with ease. 

As my finger came close to my face I could smell the faint aroma of pussy 
juice and the smell just about drove me wild. It was so clean smelling, so 
fresh, it almost smelled like a flower. 

At that point she took me completely by surprise as she leaned her head 
forward and allowed her lips to press against mine. 

My cock became harder than ever as she kept following through with the kiss, 
allowing her lips plenty of freedom as they pressed firmly against my lips. 

When she looked into my eyes so longingly, my will power immediately 
vanished. I slipped my tongue inside her mouth. Eagerly I let our tongues 
mesh. 

Every time that my tongue pressed against hers I became that much more 
anxious for action. 

Our tongues kept on devastatingly colliding, and finally she removed hers 
from my mouth. My heart was pounding uncontrollably. On top of that my cock 
was standing on end.. 

I decided it would be better if we moved into the bedroom. That way if 
anyone came in we could get ourselves together in a hurry. We went into the 
room and I put my fingers to work immediately, letting them work with 
blinding speed as I removed her dress. 

We both started panting, and as I took the dress off I could see that she 
was sweating just like I was. Her body tingled and trembled as she lay back 
on the bed. 

She had nothing but a bra and a scanty pair of panties. I reached out and 
undid her bra straps, pulling off her bra, then moving my fingers against 
her tits. 

With great deliberation I pressed my fingers against her skin, enjoying the 
strokes that were developing between us. I kept on pressing against it, 
getting her that much hotter. 

I remembered how many times I had seen those lovely breasts of hers in the 
distance, and how many times I had wondered what they looked like fully 
exposed. 

Now I had the opportunity to not only look to my heart's content, but to 
feel them as well. I loved her rosy red nipples, and her smooth creamy white 
skin. 

It was like satin, but firm satin, as I pressed my fingers eagerly against 
it. "I knew you wanted me, honey. Any shrewd girl can see when a guy is 
really wild about her. Keep up those movements. Oh, I like the way you're 
pressing my skin." 

I kept up my flowing finger movements for the next few minutes. 

I then removed them from her tits. 

I reached down and tugged at her panties, intending to completely remove 
them. 

"Take them off, take off my panties, I want to be stripped completely nude 
for you, dear uncle," she sighed. "Oh, I want to be yours, baby boy. It 
means so much to me. Oh, darling, lover, let's let ourselves completely go." 

"Let's really make beautiful love. Teach me how to love, uncle. 

I want you to make beautiful love to me. 

I love you so much, honey, it doesn't bother me to say it." 

I couldn't believe my ears. Just a few moments ago we were sitting in the 
living room reading a book together. Now we were in bed about to make love. 
She suddenly turned from a mild mannered little girl into a wild temptress. 

As I kept pulling the panties down her legs, I became that much more 
hungrier with desire. I removed her panties, then reached out and slipped my 
fingers against her legs. 

I clutched at her trembling thighs, enjoying every movement, my heart 
pounding with devastating passion all the while. I reached out with my left 
hand, allowing my fingers to maneuver smoothly over her hot burning pussy. 

I observed her red cunt hairs, which coincided with the coloring of her 
lovely head of hair. I toyed with her pubic mound for a while, then I 
slipped my finger against her smooth, velvety vagina. 

"You're touching me so beautifully," she said "I knew you'd be a sensitive 
lover, uncle love. "Oh, I love what you're doing to me, uncle. 

"Oh, yes, ah, that's so nice, sweetheart. Keep your fingers moving, don't 
stop whatever you do." 

I continued my finger activity over her pussy for the next few minutes. I 
was gratified over the fact that moisture was beginning to surface on her 
mound from the steady movements that my fingers constantly made. 

When I recognized how hot she was getting, I removed my fingers from her 
snatch. 

"You know, I'd better take my clothes off," I laughed. "I got so carried 
away undressing you and playing with your beautiful body that I haven't had 
a chance to take off my own clothes." 

"Do you want me to help you, uncle?" 

"No, that might just slow things down. I want to undress as quickly as I 
can. I want you badly, baby." 

She lay back in the middle of the bed, looking her sexiest as I quickly 
removed my clothing. 

"I want you, how I ever want you," I exclaimed. 

I removed my clothes, then threw myself into bed with her. I reached down 
and pressed my tongue against her left nipple. I permitted my tongue to slip 
back and forth over the nipple. 

Then I reached down and exercised my teeth against it. I teased them with my 
teeth, getting her more agitated than ever, precipitating all kinds of 
passionate reactions from her. 

Her body slipped eagerly back and forth, and soon she began to kick her legs 
from the passionate movements that I was bringing to bear. I finished up on 
her left nipple, then moved over to her right, once more exercising my 
teeth. 

"It's wonderful, honey, oh, I love what you're doing," she said. "Keep it 
going, darling. Oh, keep your tongue moving, oh, keep your teeth at work." 

When I finished toying with her breasts and nipples, I decided to drop my 
head down between her lovely legs. My fingers moved soothingly against her 
thighs, and with great determination I began to apply my tongue to her 
mound. 

I could see that I was building additional fires within her body every time 
that I exercised my tongue on her budding pussy. I slipped it eagerly 
against her nest, moving it back and forth, covering every crevice of her 
snatch. 

"Keep your tongue working, oh, slide it over my nest uncle," she exclaimed. 
"You're so good, uncle. Oh, your tongue's so passionate. You're moving it so 
well." 

Busily I kept up my pace, driving my tongue forward, propelling it against 
her mound in the way I hadn't sucked anybody's pussy since I was a boy 
tasting it for the first time. 

While my tongue kept on winding its way eagerly around her box, my fingers 
kept on moving as well. 

I would drive them systematically against her buttocks, liking the extra 
sensations that I was picking up. 

I felt like I had my freedom for the first time in years. I mean, it wasn't 
that I was living in a straight jacket or anything, it was just that I had 
been so busy with my work and had felt so disappointed in love that I just 
couldn't seem to let myself go. 

But now I was doing it, licking her twat eagerly, driving my tongue sharply 
into her mound as I moved my lovely niece that much closer to the point when 
she would orgasm in my mouth. 

"My how you can suck," she said, "Oh, keep pumping your tongue, darling. You 
really know how to race it inside my mound. You did it just right." 

"You timed yourself beautifully, then you suck me all the way. Oh, I'm gonna 
juice, honey, it's gonna shoot out of there right now." 

"I want to do it, oh, do I ever want to shoot inside of your mouth. I'm 
gonna unload, ah, I'm gonna really unload." 

A few moments later, while my fingers caressed her breasts, her pussy 
exploded. The juices shot into my mouth, and I felt like I was in heaven. 
When I completed the act of sucking, she looked down at my rockhard dick. 
She knew the same thing that I did-that I had to get my rocks off. 

"Just look at your prick," she laughed. "It's really ready for action. Do 
you want to unleash it against me, honey?" 

"I do, but I'm a little afraid. I don't know if I ought to be getting that 
intimate with you." 

"Don't be a fool. You want my pussy, don't you? Wouldn't you like to fuck me 
there?" 

"You know I would." 

"Then that's that." . 

To seal the deal, she reached out and slipped her tongue inside my mouth. 
Back and forth our tongues collided, and my last bit of resistance had 
fallen by the wayside. 

Sure I could impregnate her. There was always that possibility. And 
certainly I would be drawing myself in that much deeper. But at a time like 
that there was no other way out. 

I wanted her and wanted her damned bad. I toyed with her breasts, running my 
fingers over her nipples, caressing their pink loveliness. I then threw my 
cock into high gear. 

I reached out and parted her legs smoothly and slowly with my fingers then 
got set to enter her with my hard, throbbing penis. 

"I want you, oh, do I ever want to fuck you," I said hungrily as I spread 
her cunt lips apart for easier passage. 

At this moment I had to stop the patient. Our time was up and I had to see 
another patient before the afternoon was over. I asked Louis to stop and 
remember where he left off. I gave him an appointment for the following week 
and we said goodbye to each other. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

Louis showed up at his designated time. I was impressed with his 
punctuality. I could see the anxiety on his face as he began his story 
exactly where he left off. It went as follows. 

Well, I was telling you about caressing her young firm tits and I was about 
to fuck her. She was wild by now and she started saying things like, "Slam 
your dick into me, uncle. Put it in me all the way. I want to feel your cock 
up to my stomach." 

"I'm not afraid, I want you to fill me all the way. Just plant your prick 
into my mound. Give me a good solid fuck. I want your cock, honey. Oh, I 
really want it. Come on and fuck me dear uncle. Oh, come on and screw me 
good." 

While my fingers kept tantalizing her nipples, I shoved my dick into her 
young mound. I could already feel a tremendous itchiness in my balls as I 
pushed my cockhead against her virginal hymen. 

Just looking at her beautiful body was enough to send me into a state of 
wild agitation. As I manipulated my buttocks back and forth, grinding my 
cock into her mound, she in turn flipped her body around, rotating her hips 
vigorously, meeting my every hot stroking desire. 

The thing that I liked about her was that she had beautiful instinctive 
timing. She knew just how to excite me with her hip movements even though 
this was her very first time. 

I kept up my blistering attach, pushing the head of my cock inch by inch 
until I felt the wall of her box open and give my prick entrance into her 
love pot. 

Now I was driving it even deeper into her pussy. 

"Fuck me," she exclaimed, "oh, do it even faster, baby. Really get that cock 
of yours moving. Drive it into my mound. Oh drive it hard, my love." 

"You can do it, uncle. Oh, pepper me with that hard rod. Keep slamming it in 
me." 

I moved my fingers at one point from her tits to her buttocks. I kept 
clutching them ever so zealously, pumping my dick all the while, driving it 
high and hard into her mound. 

"Ah, nice, nice, nice," she exclaimed," keep up your pumping, honey. Oh, I 
like the pattern. I like the way that the action is moving. You're really 
sending that hot charging dick into me. Oh, grind it into me, my love. Keep 
it going. Oh keep up the fucking, it feels so good." By that time I was 
darting my piston-like penis into her with everything that I had. I gritted 
my teeth, heaved a deep sigh, then plunged deeper and faster. Everything I 
had sent into every stroke as I kept up my savage penetrations, probing and 
grinding my dick forward. 

I slammed it into her ever so relentlessly, moving my dick that much closer 
to the moment when the hot juices would spray out of the end of it. 

"Ah, that's good, ah, I really like the action," I sighed, "yes, baby. I am 
gonna juice. You're so right honey. The hot stuff is gonna fly. Such a 
wonderful sensation. Oh, it's so nice." 

"I'll bet your balls are itching." 

"They're on fire." 

"I can tell from the way you're fucking me." 

"I'm gonna keep grinding it into you, darling. Oh, what grinding movements 
I'll keep slamming it in there until I juice inside of you." 

"Keep your dick coming," she said. "Oh, yes, baby. I like that. Ah, I really 
do." 

My fingers kept on circulating briskly over her ass cheeks as I ground my 
dick that much closer to climax. A few strokes later the first few droplets 
of the orgasmic juice spilled out of my pecker. 

"Oh, nice , nice," she sighed softly. "It's spraying, baby. It feels good." 

As my jism spilled out of the end of my organ, I reached out and kissed her 
lips with mine. I pressed my warm lips against hers ever so firmly until the 
last drop of the load had finished spilling out of the end of my rod and 
into her mound. 

I figured that that was it for the day. After all, I had received a 
beautiful fuck, and had prior to that time sucked her to a wonderful womanly 
climax. 

I was a little on the tired side. It wasn't even so much from the sex. It 
was from the psychological traumas I had undergone prior to the time that I 
had actually jumped into bed with her. 

It had been awfully hard for me to go all the way. I would think about my 
sister and what she would think about me fucking her young beautiful 
daughter. 

But much to my surprise, Tina wasn't through yet. She wanted some more 
action. As I lay there on the bed, stretching out and closing my eyes, 
thinking about all that had happened, I felt her fingers working over my 
balls. 

She was fascinated with the loose skin and asked me if I minded her touching 
my cock and balls. I smiled at her and told her to knock herself out. 

I laid there on the bed, stretching out and closing my eyes, thinking about 
all that had happened, I felt her fingers working over my balls. She 
manipulated her fingers very slowly at first, preferring to tickle me more 
than anything else. 

But I soon found out that there was still plenty of tingle in my balls, and 
my cock began to harden a little as she pressed her finger tips against my 
ball sacs. 

"This is nice," she said. "I really love touching you, there, uncle. Oh yes, 
that's very nice." 

She kept up her finger work over my testicles for a little while, then, as 
she continued to manipulate them, worked her fingers against my cock. She 
started out by letting them work over the tip of it, after which she moved 
them down the full length of my rangy pecker. 

It surprised me just how much in the way of enthusiasm I still had left in 
my cock. Once that I had orgasmed, I figured that that was it, but my 
thinking had been incorrect. 

She was probing and pumping my penis, bringing new life back into it with 
her little fingers. 

"How do you like that, uncle?" she asked laughingly. 

"All I can say is that my balls really itch." 

"It's as hard as concrete. Oh, your fingers are really giving it a workout." 

"You're damned right they are. I guess I've got what you'd call magic 
fingers. They really get the job done, don't they?" 

"Oh, my balls are itching so bad it's like I could orgasm right now." 

"You're not going to do that, you're going to save it for a little while." 

"What do you want me to do now? Fuck you in the cunt once more?" 

"Oh no, I've got a big surprise in store for you," she laughed. "You did a 
good job of tonguing my cunt. Well, I'm gonna return the favor, my sweet 
uncle. 

"I'm gonna turn my tongue loose on your cock. How does that grab you?" 

"You don't have any hangups when it comes to sex, do you?" 

"I guess not. I'm interested in one thing, the pleasure you introduced me 
to. I want to get all I can get ou of it. I'll get plenty of pleasure 
sucking your luscious cock, uncle." 

Now she was working her tongue over the top of my prick, and as she did so 
she played with my balls. Soon she was sliding her tongue more rapidly 
taking every inch of my warm, firm pecker. 

She was driving me closer to the point where I would be exploding inside of 
her mouth. Relentlessly she kept up her pace, driving her tongue up and 
down, pumping hard and pushing me that much closer. 

She kept teasing my balls with her tickling finger movements and before I 
knew it I was almost there, right on the verge of orgasm. 

I suddenly decided that I wanted to fuck this young girl once more before 
our afternoon of lovemaking was over. I gently turned her over and got on 
top of her. As I positioned my cock at the entrance to her vagina, I felt 
her cross her legs over my back. 

It was obvious from that little gesture that I was the first guy to enjoy 
that dainty little cunt of hers. Well, this drove me wild with lust and I 
was enjoying every minute of it. 

In I went, and we both let out an audible "ahhhh" as my hard prick pushed 
aside the tender walls of her cunt. Then I started to work my tool back and 
forth on the fast flowing pussyjuices that surrounded it. 

There certainly couldn't be any doubt at all about my niece having had prior 
sexual experiences. She had a sort of natural rhythm she had, the way. she 
moved her hips in time to my thrusts. 

I had her left breasts in my mouth and was sucking away on it like mad. Not 
just the left nipple, mind you, but a good part of the left tit, for like I 
told you, her beautiful body was just overwhelming. 

In....out....in....out.... 

"Fuck me uncle! Fuck me! Fuck me!" 

Cock in cunt! Cock in cunt! Cock in cunt! 

"Gotta come uncle! Just gotta!" 

There was no question about the fact that she was getting wound up pretty 
damn fast, but then you could say the same thing about me. 

I would have come several seconds ago if I hadn't made careful use of 
breathing and leg muscle control to keep myself from going over the top. 

She was really wriggling underneath me as I laid my cock into her time and 
time again. Delicate, petite, but really full of energy and bounce. A nice 
tight cunt that was nevertheless very well lubricated. 

In short, the perfect lay. 

Buck! Buck! Buck! Buck! 

 CONCLUSION 

At that point in the story, my subject broke down. Louis had himself a 
lengthy cry, after which he settled back and had another cup of coffee. 

"You see, here's what happened after the part of the story I described," 
Louis said. 

I started taking care of my niece more and more. Each time we would get 
together we would make love and play with each other until her parents 
returned. 

It was a beautiful life. I was never so satisfied in my entire life. I had 
finally found fulfillment. I knew it was sick but I couldn't stop myself. 
She was so beautiful, so young, so innocent. She was my whole life. 

I would do anything for her. 

Things were going along nicely for about two years until one day my sister 
and her husband came back early and we were in the bedroom fucking our asses 
off. We really didn't hear them come in. 

My sister opened the bedroom door and found her daughter in my arms, my cock 
stuck in her young pussy and my hungry mouth on her throbbing red-tipped 
nipple. 

Needless to say they had me arrested for child molestation and I was sent to 
this prison. 

Therapy was obviously called for in this case. Quite aside from the 
perfectly reasonable fear which Louis had lived in for those two years he 
was clearly a very unhappy, insecure man. This insecurity had happened to 
manifest itself as incest, but in fact it could have taken all sorts of 
other forms. 

The most important task that lay before us was tracking Louis's insecurity 
back to its childhood roots. These essentially involved a very demanding 
father who had wanted his son to be a professional athlete despite the fact 
that the boy lacked the necessary coordination. 

Once these long-buried roots were dug out, Louis was able to face up to the 
insecurities which assailed him in his daily life and whose existence he had 
tried to hide from himself. 

We have come a long way with therapy and Louis is finding that his anxiety 
attacks are few and far less behind. His progress is remarkable and I 
believe he will be able to function in a normal state after he is released 
from these dreary prison walls. 

 CASE HISTORY SIX 

Subject: Leonard M. Age: Thirty-Four 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Leonard M. was a man who looked nothing at all like the stereotyped image 
most people have of the rapist. His face was kind and gentle, with soft blue 
eyes that seemed to twinkle with a kind of merriment rarely found inside a 
correctional institution. His hair was short and neat and his face cleanly 
shaven. 

Also, unlike many patients at their first interview with a doctor, Lenny was 
able to converse easily about the reasons for his arrest and the events 
leading up to them. After awhile I found it difficult not to feel sorry for 
this man who, out of what he honestly believed to be love, had behaved in 
such a way as to wind up behind bars. 

I gotta tell you, Doc, if you had said to me a year ago that I was going to 
wind up here in the slammer, talking to a shrink, I would have said that 
you're the one whose got some screws loose upstairs. For crying out loud, 
I've been here almost a month now and I've sat through that trial and 
all-and I still can't believe its all happened. 

Yeah, I know what you're going to say-you want me to tell you everything 
single thing that happened so you can decide whether or not I'm a mental 
case. 

Sure, I'll tell you. I'm not ashamed. I think that probably any red blooded 
guy in my position would have wound up doing the same thing. Hell, we're 
only human, Doc, right? I mean, when some gorgeous little thing lays down 
and spreads her legs and invites you to shove it in whose going to say no, 
right? 

Well, this is how it all happened. And you tell me whether or not I didn't 
do just what any other guy who found himself in the same position would have 
done.... 

It all started because I was working in this greenhouse, out in that fancy 
section of Long Island-you know where, near the water on the North Shore. 
I'd only been working there a couple of months, you know, killing time 
between jobs that would keep me outside. I don't like indoor work. Gardening 
and landscaping is my line. 

Anyhow, like I said, I was working in that place, hoping to hear about some 
fulltime landscaping job that would open up when I see this girl one day. 
She was a customer, but she was just sort of standing there, in the middle 
of all those big, expensive house plants, sort of staring at me. 

Now I got to admit I realized that she couldn't be more than twenty-. 
Actually, as it turned out she was a hell of a lot younger than that. 
Sixteen years old, to be exact. But the way she was built and the way she 
had that pretty blonde hair of hers all done up fancy, she looked a few 
years older. 

Like I started to say, she was standing there, giving me the eye-and I swear 
to you Doc, there was no mistaking that come-on over smile of hers. 

Shit, what was I going to do? Pretend that the sight of those tits in that 
tight sweater she was wearing didn't give me a hardon? Look, the way I 
figure, if a dame wants it so bad she practically holds up a sign, a guy has 
to be some kind of dope not to oblige-unless of course she's got a husband 
or something like that. 

I checked out her left hand real fast with my eyes and sure enough there's 
no little gold band there. So I figure there's nothing wrong with trying my 
luck. 

"Can I help you, Miss?" I asked, smiling at her real friendly-like as I 
walked over. 

She smiled right back at me, Doc-looked me straight in the eye as if to tell 
me what she really wanted-which had nothing to do with plants. 

"I'm looking for a birthday present for my mother," she said. "Mom likes 
plants a lot-especially the big ones that sit on the floor. The only trouble 
is she's not very good about keeping them alive. You know what I mean?" 

"Lots of people have the same trouble," I told her, honestly. "Usually its 
because they give them too much water without realizing it." 

"Not my mom. She forgets half the time." 

"I've got the perfect answer," I told her honestly. "Here have a look at 
this Margenata. Only has to be watered about every week to ten days or so 
and it'll grow like a weed for you. What do you think?" 

"I'll take it," she said. 

"Don't you want to know what it costs?" I asked, knowing that the big 
specimen she was talking about was going to run close to a hundred smackers. 

"There's only one thing I want to know. Will you deliver it personally?" 

Well, there was no mistaking that invitation. "At your service, ma'am." 

"Carole. Carole Porter." 

"Yes, Miss Porter-I mean, Carole. The address where you want this delivered, 
please?" She laughed softly-like velvetas I started to write up the sales 
slip. "Just give them my name at the register. They'll know where to deliver 
it. Put it on my charge. See you at six-thirty, all right?" 

"Six-thirty it is. And thank you. Thanks a lot." 

Like I said, Doc, I was new on the job at that greenhouse and I didn't know 
that the Porters were one of the richest families in the vicinity. The 
manager gave me the address and seemed glad that I had made a sale of such 
an expensive plant-but when I pulled the delivery wagon up in front of those 
stone entrance gates I had to check the number three times to make sure I 
was in the right place. 

My heart was pounding inside my chest like a high school kid as I drove up 
that long gravel driveway and saw that white mansion with the pillars out 
front. Shit, it was like something out of a movie about the old South. 
Really, just like a plantation. 

To tell you the truth, I was so shook up I didn't even remember to go around 
to the back door like you're supposed to when you deliver things to a fancy 
house. I just went right up the front steps and rang the bell. 

If I had any doubts about what Carole had in mind they vanished when she 
answered the door. She had brushed that beautiful blonde hair down loose 
over her shoulders and she was wearing one of those fancy, high-fashion 
hostess gowns with the front plunging all the way down to her belly button. 
And let me tell you, that neckline of hers was wide enough to let me know in 
no uncertain terms that she had no bra on underneath. 

I must have gulped at least ten times as she invited me into the house and 
showed me where to put the plant. 

"I was just in the middle of a Scotch and soda," Carole said, flashing that 
come-to-bed-with-me smile of hers, again. "And there's nothing worse than 
drinking alone. You'll join me, won't you?" 

I looked around, half-expecting her mother or father to come walking in at 
any moment. 

Carole seemed to read my mind. 

"Everyone's gone," she said. "Some friends of my folks are throwing my mom a 
surprise birthday party. I'm due to join them-but not until later-much 
later. 

The last of my worries disappeared when she said that. I knew right then and 
there that I was going to score. 

"Sure," I said, "a drink sounds fine. Make mine Scotch too. On-the-rocks." 

Carole sashayed across the room to a real fancy built-in bar that was all 
made out of mahogany. My eyes were glued to her gorgeous bottom as she 
moved. The way the material of her dress clung to her ass was enough to 
raise my temperature to the boiling point. Boy, was that kid built-in all 
directions. And she sure knew how to move it around. 

To make a long story short, one drink led to two and then, before I hardly 
realized it, we were working on our third round. 

Carole was a real sweet chick. She was telling me about the trips she had 
taken with her family and all the different foreign countries she had seen 
and stuff like that. Then, somehow or other she got me to open up and start 
talking about myself. 

I told her all about how I liked to do outdoor work with gardens and 
landscaping best and how I was only working at that greenhouse until 
something better came along, and all. That's when she sort of put it on the 
line to me. 

"You know, its really funny that you should say that," she told me, moving a 
little closer on the soft couch where we were sitting and smiling that smile 
that went right through me. "My folks have been looking for a fulltime 
gardener for almost a month now. What with summer just a couple of weeks 
away, most capable people are all tied up. Would that sort of position 
interest you, Lenny?" 

"Would it!" I blurted out. "That's exactly what I've been hoping to find!" 

"You'd have to live here on the grounds. There's a small apartment right 
over the garages." 

"Suits me fine." I went on, enthusiastically. "But I want to tell you 
something from the start," Carole said. "If you want me to put in a good 
word to my folks for you, then you'll have to do something nice for me." 

"Anything," I told her right away. "Just name it." 

She put her drink down on the end table and ran her tongue quickly across 
her pink, juicy lips. "Do I have to spell it out for you?" Well, Doc, that 
was the end of me. No man in his right mind could have resisted an 
invitation like that. Shaking so hard that I was afraid I was going to spill 
that drink, I put the glass down and pulled Carole into my arms. 

The feel of her big, firm tits crushing flat against my chest did more to my 
brain than the liquor ever could have. She melted against me like we'd been 
practicing for years. And without any hesitation whatsoever, she opened her 
mouth and shoved her tongue half way down my throat. 

The smell of her expensive perfume and the feel of her body so close to my 
own was causing a hurricane down between my legs. I could feel my cock 
throbbing and straining to get loose from my pants. 

I thought I was going to pop my load right then and there. 

The kiss ended and I pulled away from Carole to catch my breath-but only for 
a second. The sight of those juicy tits of hers, half in and half out of her 
dress was more than I could resist. 

My hand was shaking as I reached in and cupped one of her boobs. Man was 
that soft! Like silk, I swear. Smooth and real nice to touch. 

The nipple was small but as soon as I started to play with it, the thing 
jumped up between my fingers and got real stiff. We were both huffing and 
puffing pretty loud as I rolled that nubby little nipple back and forth, 
making it get hotter and harder-just the way my prick was doing. 

I'm telling you, Doc. I felt like I was going right out of my mind. There it 
was-so much of a good thing-and it was all mine, just for the taking! 

I know it sounds nutty, but at that particular moment I would have been 
happy to be an octopus. I wished that I had eight hands and a couple of 
mouths so I could touch Carole and kiss her and feel her all over at the 
same time. There was so much I wanted to do to that luscious body I hardly 
could decide where to begin! 

I pushed my other hand into the neckline of her dress and pulled both of her 
tits right out into the open. 

She didn't say a word-didn't resist-nothing! She just leaned back against 
the back of the couch and closed her eyes and just sort of gave her body to 
me for whatever it was I wanted. 

And let me tell you, I wanted everything I could get! 

I took her naked tits-one in each of my hands-and just looked at them for a 
few seconds. 

They were perfect. And I mean absolutely! The skin was pure white without so 
much as a freckle to mar it. Her nipples, just as I had felt, were small-the 
kind you only usually see on a virgin. They were small-but they were the 
prettiest color pink you ever did look at. 

I bent over and kissed one little knob and then the other. Carole sighed 
good and loud when I did that and I figured she really enjoyed it-so I kept 
on doing it for a while. I would stick my tongue out and lick one nipple 
with it until the thing stood up all hard and shiny from my spit. 

Then I would move my head over to the other side and start to work on her 
other tit. Sometimes, I would grab one of her nipples in between my teeth, 
kind of playful-like and tease it lightly until she moaned out loud. 

Sometimes I would just push her tits together and rub them against each 
other. 

Sometimes I would catch a nipple between the fingers of each of my hands and 
rub the little sweet things until they were both standing straight up and 
pointing right out at me. 

I could feel the blood pounding in my head and I knew my face must be 
beet-red with excitement-but I really didn't give a damn anymore. I was 
beyond caring how I looked. All I could think about was getting more of that 
sweet girl's body. 

Now I slid down onto the rug in front of her and pushed her skirt up over 
her thighs. Without a word, Carole spread her legs wide open-giving me a 
real hot view of her little pink bikini panties and the dark triangle were 
her pussy bush was hiding inside the material. 

I started kissing my way up the inside of one of her legs. Her flesh was 
soft and sweet as sugar. I purposely moved slowly, kissing my way up her leg 
inch-by-inch, driving both of us crazy as we got hotter and hotter with each 
passing moment. 

In a few minutes I started to smell the heat of her cunt and I could see she 
was starting to drip from her crotch. Her panties were darker there, right 
underneath the hole-which told me she was really getting ready for me. 

Still, I didn't want to rush things. I knew that the longer I could hold 
out, the better it was going to bef-or both of us. 

As I ran my mouth up and down the insides of her thighs, I started to stroke 
her flesh with my fingers. Slowly but surely, I worked my way up toward her 
crotch until the tips of the fingers of my right hand were resting against 
the elastic leg opening of her panties. 

Carole spread herself even wider-telling me without words that it was all 
right for me to move inside her underwear. 

I didn't lose a minute. Shaking like a leaf, I slid my finger into her 
panties and started to stroke the soft hair on her pussy. 

Like I said, she had become dripping wet and ready for me. That sweet mound 
of cunt curls was damp and musky, and the little hairs would cling to my 
fingers as I played around with her crotch. 

Both of us gasped out loud when my touch reached her pussy lips. Her cunt 
was damp and hot. I could feel the heat of it as I stroked the wet 
slit-moving slowly and carefully-inching my way toward her clit. 

Her hole was tight-real tight. It took a couple of seconds, but suddenly it 
dawned on me. This girl was a virgin! 

Knowing that was the final touch. My cock got so hot I thought it was going 
to bum a hole right through the front of my pants. I'm sure I would have 
creamed my load in another two seconds if Carole hadn't suggested that we go 
into her bedroom. 

Let me tell you, I followed right after her like a puppy dog. I could hardly 
breathe and the world seemed to be tumbling all around me as I realized that 
in just a couple of more minutes I was going to be shoving my big cock into 
a sweet, tight pussy hole that had never been fucked before! 

Her bedroom was all pink and white and soft-just like Carole was. I watched, 
gaping, as she reached for the couple of buttons at her waist and then that 
dressing gown fell to the rug without a sound. 

What a sight, man! She was naked except for her panties. I could see a 
couple of damp clumps of pussy hair sticking out of them around the crotch 
where I had been feeling her up back there in the living room. 

"Take my panties off, Lenny," she said, her voice all husky and hot with 
desire. 

Let me tell you, I didn't have to be asked twice. In a flash I had those 
flimsy little things down around her ankles-and there I was on my knees in 
front of her. 

I buried my head between her thighs and started to lick away at her sweet 
twat for all I was worth. Carole held onto my skull and pulled my face even 
harder against her blonde bush. Slowly, we moved together until she was 
sitting on the edge of the bed-then lying back on the mattress with her legs 
spread wide apart, and that pink, wet slit all open and exposed for me. 

As gently as I could-considering how really worked up I was at that moment-I 
pried her cunt lips apart with both hands and shoved my tongue as far as I 
could get it up inside her virgin hole. 

Carole cried out and ground her pussy down even harder over my mouth. 
"That's fantastic!" she groaned. "Like nothing I've ever felt before. Don't 
stop, darling. For heaven's sake, don't ever stop!" 

Let me tell you, she wasn't about to get any arguments from me. I could have 
been happy to just stay there on my knees between her creamy-white thighs, 
slurping away at her gash for the rest of my life. 

But soon, my cock started to get other ideas. 

I couldn't hold back, Doc. My prick felt like it was on fire and I thought I 
was going to go nuts if I didn't drop my load soon. 

Without taking my tongue out of her dripping cunt, I reached down and 
managed to get my pants open. In a few minutes I was stripped from the waist 
down-shoes, socks, everything. And let me tell you, my pole was sticking out 
so far it felt like you could hang a flag on it! 

Now, I took my mouth out of her snatch and worked my way to a half-standing 
position. At the same time, I held her legs behind her knees and guided them 
up over her body. 

Her cunt was really spread now-that is, as far as a cherry cunt can 
spread-and that was all I could stand. 

I leaned forward-and I swear, my cock seemed to know the way. The head of it 
went right for her gash and wedged into the narrow opening. 

All of a sudden, Carole started to yell. "No, please-don't do that!" she 
said. "Don't put it inside me!" 

"What are you talking about?" I started to say. 

But it was too late 

Before I could do anything to stop myself, I felt the giant load that had 
been burning up inside me start to explode. Jet after jet of hot gism shot 
right out of my cock, splattering Carole's face and tits and even running as 
far down as her pussy bush. 

She reached down and jerked me off with one hand. And at the same time, with 
her other hand, she finished herself off by fingerfucking her own cunt. 

I saw the pussy juice flow out of her like a river-down between her spread 
thighs and onto the bed, making a dark stain right in front of her pretty 
ass cheeks. 

All of a sudden, I didn't know what to say or do. Feeling kind of 
embarrassed because of what had happened at the end-you know, the way we had 
shot our loads-I hurried back into my clothes and walked out into the living 
room. 

In another minute, Carole came out to join me, dressed again in that gown 
that was just about as good as being naked. 

"I hope what happened back there hasn't changed your mind about taking the 
job," Carole said softly. 

I couldn't look her straight in the eye. I wasn't sure what to think, 
considering how she had led me on and then pushed me off at the last second. 

"I don't know," I told her. "The way you acted back there-well, it's kind of 
funny, that's all." 

She walked around in front of me, wound her arms around my shoulders and 
kissed me right on the lips-tongue down my throat and everything. 

"Please-just be patient with me," she said. "After awhile-in time-I'll let 
you-you know-do whatever you want. Please? And she kissed me again-this 
time, shoving one of her hands down between our bodies and cupping my cock 
and balls in her palm. 

Well, maybe I should have read the writing on the wall and packed it in 
right then and there, Doc, but I'm only made out of flesh and blood. The 
promise that one day soon I was going to bust that girl's little cherry was 
more than I could refuse. There was something about her that was absolutely 
irresistible to me. 

The next day I met her mother for an interview. 

The day after that, I moved into the garage apartment on the estate. 

I was hooked. Hooked on the promise of sweet young pussy. But I swear to 
you, it felt just like love. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

When Lenny appeared for his next interview his appearance had changed 
drastically, even though only one week had passed since last I'd spoken with 
him. Deep circles framed his eyes adding years to his looks. The skin on his 
face was drawn and tight, his cheeks sunken and hollow-looking. Immediately, 
I inquired after his health wondering, reflexively, if, like so many other 
prisoners, he had found a way to get his hands on some kind of 
narcotics-even though, to my knowledge, he had no previous history of drug 
use. 

"No, Doc, there's nothing wrong with meat least physically, that is. Except 
that I just can't seem to get any sleep. Since the last time I talked to 
you, I've been doing a lot of thinking, you know-about Carole and what went 
on with her and me. I just can't seem to put it out of my head. What a dope 
I was, Doc. Really, I can't believe how stupid I acted! And for what? Pussy. 
Ain't that always the reason that things get loused up? 

I suggested that Lenny try and calm himself and pick up his story from where 
he'd left off last time. This is what he went on to relate.... 

Like I told you last time, Doc, a couple of days later I got the job and 
moved into my quarters over the garage on the Porter estate. 

I didn't see Carole again for about a week, but to tell you the truth, I was 
so tired at the end of each day, I don't really know if I would have had the 
strength to really fuck her right-if you know what I mean. Those people 
hadn't had a gardener in that season on a regular basis, and there was so 
much to do on the grounds that by the end of the day I practically fell into 
bed and passed out. 

Then, one Friday, I remember that Mister Porter came home real early from 
his office on Wall Street. I didn't realize why until I saw him and his wife 
get into their car and I hurried over to help them load the luggage. 

"We'll be gone for the weekend," Mister Porter told me. "I've given the rest 
of the staff Saturday and Sunday off, Lenny, so you might as well take some 
time yourself." 

I thanked him and watched the shiny black Caddie roll down the 
driveway-wondering, at the same time, where Carole was. 

Needless to say, I didn't have to wonder very long. Not two minutes after I 
was back in my quarters the intercom on the telephone rang-and it was Carole 
on the other end of the line, calling from the main house. 

Just that silvery sound of her voice was all I needed to hear. I couldn't 
think of being mad at her, no matter what she had done-or, in this case, 
what she hadn't done. 

"We've got the whole weekend, Lenny darling," she crooned, while I shook 
like jello at the other end of the connection. "Want to come over and visit 
me?" 

I almost choked trying to find my voice. "Just give me time to shower," I 
told her. 

"Isn't that amusing?" she said, in that special tone of voice of hers that 
always could turn my insides to jelly. "I was just about to step into the 
tub myself. Perhaps you'd like to join me?" 

I guess I don't have to tell you that I was out of there like a shot and 
racing toward the main house. Inside my head I was already picturing what 
Carole was going to look like naked and bathing-that perfect skin-those 
beautiful, smooth tits with the little pink nipples-that sweet bush of 
blonde pussy hair that dripped like crazy when she got hot. 

I had already forgotten the way she had refused to let me fuck her. All I 
could think about was getting next to her again, tasting her sweet cunt, 
spreading the lips open and burying my face in that creamy nest of her 
crotch. 

As I reached the top step of the front entrance the door opened and Carole 
was standing there, smiling from ear to her, with that special twinkle in 
her eyes that told me she was just as horny as I was. 

She was wearing another one of her robes that was as good as if she had 
nothing on at all. The material was so thin I could see the outlines of her 
nipples clearly-so clear, in fact, that I could tell they were already hard. 

I pulled her into my arms and was about to crush her mouth under my own when 
she placed a finger over my lips, telling me to keep quiet. 

"The other servants haven't left for the weekend yet," she whispered. 
"They're busy packing now. Don't make any noise or say anything while we go 
upstairs to my room." 

I nodded, ready to obey her without a second thought. I'll tell you the 
truth, Doc, I was so head-over-heels about that girl by that time that I 
would have jumped off a bridge if she'd asked me to just to please her. 

As I followed her up the curving staircase toward her bedroom, I couldn't 
take my eyes off her cute, round ass or her long, shapely legs. The way her 
robe clung to her flesh made my mouth go dry. 

Inside my pants my cock was quickly getting stiff and ready again. Ready to 
fuck for hours. Ready to jam all the way up her tight, virgin gash and to 
bang the shit out of her until she begged for mercy. 

What an afternoon this was going to be, I told myself gleefully. Shit, what 
a weekend! Three days of nothing but Carole's sweet pussy to drive me to 
heaven! What more could a guy ask for? 

And let me tell you, that girl didn't waste a second! As soon as we got 
inside her room she opened her robe and smiled as my eyes popped wide open 
at the sight of her naked flesh underneath. 

Naked, that is, except for a pair of panties. Very special panties. 

"Like what you see?" she asked, as if she didn't already know what my answer 
had to be. 

I swear, Doc, I was just speechless. I couldn't say a word-and you wouldn't 
have been able to either, if you saw what I had just seen. 

Those panties I told you about. Well, they were red-I mean scarlet, blood 
red, with black lace trim. Only they didn't have any crotch! That's 
right-just like I said. Those damned things were made so that the cunt area 
was cut out-and what was staring me in the face was a luscious mound of 
blonde pussy curls framed in black lace. 

Her bush seemed to be screaming 'Come and get it!' 

Which is exactly what I did. 

Let me tell you, I dove for that snatch like a guy in the desert goes for 
water. Before you could blink your eyes I was down on my knees in front of 
her-worshiping her gorgeous twat-lapping her cunt hair and her pussy lips 
and her creamy, perfumed thighs. 

Carole seemed to love it every bit as much as I did. She stood there and 
spread her legs to make more room for my face. 

"Use your tongue again," she told me. "Do it like you did the first time. 
Stick it all the way in andy-ou know-flutter it around inside." 

I never thought of myself as an expert cuntlapper, Doc, but let me tell 
you-this girl was giving me the kind of come-on that made me feel like 
Romeo, himself. Who was going to argue with a dish like that? 

Just like she'd asked-I spread the lips of her pussy as wide as I could get 
them to go. Already I could start to smell her juices starting to flow-which 
only added to my own wild excitement. 

As I turned her outer lips back, I got a real good view of the inside of her 
cunt. The flesh was pink and shiny with her love drippings-and this time, I 
could see the little knob of her clit, tucked in there between the 
folds-just begging me to make it stand up good and hard. 

And that's exactly what I did. 

I got my mouth over her cunt and slid my tongue in as far as it could go. 
While Carole moaned and thrashed around, I ate out her hole for all I was 
worth. My jaws were aching and my mouth felt like it was going to snap in 
two pieces-but the way she was shuddering and sort-of crying softly-like, I 
didn't care how much it hurt me. This time, I told myself, I was really 
going to get her worked up good and proper. So damned hot that she'd want to 
get fucked as bad as I wanted to fuck her. 

She twisted her fingers in my hair and I could feel her long fingernails 
scratching my scalp-and still, I continued to suck and nibble at her 
dripping pussy. The clit was hard now, throbbing and jerking around as I 
teased it with my tongue and sometimes-when I could get in far enough-with 
the edges of my teeth. 

Carole spread her legs even wider and squatted down a bit, opening her 
crotch even wider for my mouth to nibble around in. I reached around behind 
her legs and started to rub the backs of her thighs. Then, my fingers moved 
up onto the mounds of her asscheeks. 

They were like satin, Doc. I had all I could do to keep myself from digging 
my fingers in and pinching her-but I was afraid that she might not like 
that. So instead, I inched my touch up toward her asshole. 

She didn't seem to mind that a bit. In fact, she purred like a little kitten 
as I rubbed her asshole in time with the lapping of my tongue inside her 
cunt. 

"I think maybe we'd better take that shower now," she said, interrupting all 
of a sudden and snapping me out of my dream world. 

Like I told you before, Doc-I was so nuts for this beautiful chick that if 
she'd asked me to stand on my head and whistle Dixie, that's what I would 
have done for her. 

Still on my knees, I pulled her panties down and waited while she lifted one 
foot at a time to step out of them. Then, I lifted those silky things to my 
nose-unable to help myself. 

The smell of her cunt was all over the material and I went wild. I pulled my 
breath in as far as my lungs would allow , loving the things that her body 
fragrance did to my mind-to say nothing of what it did to my throbbing cock! 

The sound of water running cut through to my brain and I suddenly realized 
that Carole had left me alone in the bedroom-on my knees-sniffing her 
crotchless panties. 

Well, let me tell you-I was ready-more than ready for a little 
flesh-to-flesh encounter. In what has to be the world's record for stripping 
I was naked as a blue-jay and running into the bathroom-with my pecker 
sticking out a mile in front of me-pointing the way toward Carole! 

She was standing in the tub knee-deep in hot, soapy water. In one hand she 
held a washcloth. In the other, a bar of pink, sweet-smelling soap. 

"Care to wash a friend's back?" she asked, with a look on her face that made 
my cock want to drip. 

I knew there was no sense trying to answer her-my voice would have just come 
out sounding like a croaking frog. Instead, I stepped into the tub next to 
her and took the soap and cloth out of her hands. 

She turned around, presenting me with a beautiful view of her ass and long, 
silky legs. 

I soaped up the washcloth real good and started at her shoulders-rubbing 
slowly-in tight circles, while Carole shivered and moaned with pleasure. 

She started swaying back and forth like a cat when you stroke its fur. My 
cock was bobbing and bouncing around, stiff and excited like crazy. Every 
now and again it would touch her on the ass-or the head of it would slip in 
between her thighs or ass cheeks-and I thought I was going to faint dead 
away from the sheer excitement of being so close to fucking her luscious 
young body. 

I soaped my way down to her round, smooth hips-then let the washcloth start 
to work its way into the crack of her ass. She didn't seem to mind at all. 
In fact, she spread her legs a little-giving me free access to her cunt, 
from the back. 

Through the cloth I could feel her pussy crack as I washed her in between 
her legs. I pressed a little harder and Carole shivered. Then she leaned 
back against me, trapping my hard prick between her butt and my belly. 

Her ass was all slick and slippery from the perfumed soap and my cock 
slipped right into the length of her ass crack. I groaned out loud. Shit, it 
almost felt like I was inside a slippery pussy. My mind felt like it was 
going to blow a fuse right then and there! 

As you probably have figured out by now, Carole was the kind of girl who 
knew exactly what she wanted and was used to getting it. I suppose that's 
how it is when you're rich and spoiled. At any rate, she turned around to 
face me, wound her arms around my shaking body and pulled me in, real close. 

I buried my tongue in her mouth and trembled as I felt my hot cock rubbing 
against her cunt hairs. The underside of my dick-you know, that real 
sensitive stretch of flesh-was being tortured like never before in my 
life-and I was loving every second of it. The only thing I was afraid of was 
that all this teasing and excitement might make me come before I was 
actually inside of her. 

Not this time, I promised myself. Today, Carole was going to get her little 
cherry busted inside of her if it was the last thing I ever did! 

Like I said, this girl knew what she wanted-and wasted no time showing me 
exactly what she'd like me to do. As our tongues moved back and forth inside 
each other's mouth, she took my right hand and shoved it down between her 
slippery thighs. Then, she squeezed her legs together real tight-and I could 
feel the crack of her pussy against my fingers. 

I tilted my middle finger upward and slipped the tip of it in between the 
lips of her virgin hole. Her cunt was all hot and wet from pussy juice and 
soap and water-so this time, my finger went in further than ever before. 

No sooner was it inside her up a little past the first knuckle, than she 
started to moan and tremble. She rocked her body back and forth-and I could 
feel her stiff little clit rubbing against me. Together, we were whacking 
her off! 

Let me tell you, Doc, I was really caught between the Devil and the deep 
blue sea. On one hand, I was having the time of my life, fingerfucking this 
hot, beautiful young chick who I was really crazy in love with. But on the 
other, my cock was crying out for the real thing. 

I had been teased enough. 

I needed to fuck-to bury my rod inside her hole-needed it bad. 

And damn it to hell-I intended to have it! 

I played with her snatch for a while like she wanted me to-making sure not 
to let her get too far gone. Every time I thought she was ready to go off 
the deep end and come, I would pull my finger out a little and stop shoving 
it back and forth. 

That's when she would really go bananas. She'd start to whimper and cry and 
she would climb right back onto my finger until she was humping it again for 
all she was worth. 

Man, what I wouldn't give to have her do that same thing to my cock, I 
thought to myself a dozen times. All I had to do was get her hot enough, I 
figured. Work her up until she'd passed the point of no return and needed to 
get fucked as much as I needed to fuck her, fuck her. 

The only thing wrong was it seemed to be taking forever for her to reach 
that state of excitement. Shit, was I going to be able to hold out from 
shooting my wad before she was ready to accept my cock inside her pussy? 

I was really starting to worry. I mean, how much can a guy take before blue 
balls set in? 

Suddenly, the answer came to me like a flash. 

"Come on-let's rinse off," I told her. "I've got something in mind for you." 

"Like what?" she said, teasing me with her eyes. 

"Like I don't like the taste of soap in my mouth," I answered-figuring if 
that message didn't get her back into the bedroom in a hurry, nothing was 
ever going to. 

It worked my little plan-just like I hoped it would. All of a sudden, Carole 
understood what I had meant-and figuring that I planned to eat her pussy out 
again, she hurried to rinse the soap off her delicious body. 

The two of us dried ourselves off real quick-and in a couple of minutes we 
were back in the bedroom. 

I guess I don't have to tell you that Carole wasn't the shy type, Doctor. 
Far from it, actually. Like it was nothing to her, she plopped herself 
across that big, soft, double bed of hers, spread her legs wide open-and 
actually held her pussy lips apart for me to get in between. 

Well, that was it. The last of my self-control was shot to hell. 

I dove for her like a torpedo. Before she could realize that I wasn't going 
to eat her cunt, I had her legs up and back over her shoulders and my cock 
on its way up her tight cunt. 

"But you said no-please-don't do that!" Carole begged. "I don't want you to 
put your thing inside me! I thought you were going to-you know-use your 
mouth!" 

I swear to you, Doc, I never meant to hurt her. Shit, that was the last 
thing I ever wanted to do to that girl. But I just couldn't hold out any 
more! 

I didn't answer her. I couldn't. There was only one thing on my mind 
then-only one thing I was capable of thinking of. And that was simply that 
if I didn't get my prick up inside that girl's pussy-if I didn't fuck her 
and shoot my load into her snatch, I was going to go stark raving mad! 

I had no strength left to do it in slow, easy-stages. My flesh and my brain 
were so hot and bothered that all I could do was shove my prick-deeper and 
deeper into that hot, tight hole. 

Somewhere out around the edges of my mind I guess I must have heard her 
screaming-but I was too far gone to stop. Again and again I shoved my dick 
forward and up-getting deeper and deeper inside her hole each time. 

I felt her cherry stretching around the head of my cock-and then, just as I 
broke through, I heard the sound of Carole's insane shrieking-felt it, as 
though it was going to break my eardrums. 

And still, I kept on fucking her. At last, I was all the way inside her 
pussy. After all the torture she had put me through I had finally buried my 
dick to the hilt in her hole. 

I pumped away like a jackhammer. 

I shoved my arms around her body and got an ass cheek in each of my hands. 
Then, I spread her bottom wide open and held her right where I needed her to 
be-with her wide-open cunt directly in the path of my pounding cock. 

I knew that her fingernails were digging into my back-drawing blood-but 
there was no stopping me now. The load of juice that had been building up 
inside my aching balls shot out with what felt like the force of a 
cannon-flooding her insides with gush after gush of hot, sticky come. 

Then, before I realized what was happening, all hell broke loose. 

I guess she had screamed so loud that they heard it all the way over in the 
servants wing. 

The next thing I knew was that Tony-that's the Porter's chauffeur-and Sam 
the caretaker-had me by the shoulders and the neck. They dragged me off 
Carole and threw me onto the floor. Then Tony pulled me up onto my feet and 
beat the living shit out of me. When the two of them were finished working 
me over, I had two broken ribs. Then they called the cops. 

And you know the rest of the story. 

 CONCLUSION 

Rape, statutory or otherwise, is never a simple matter. Rarely is there a 
clear-cut case of victim and offender-for often, it has been proven, on 
either a conscious or unconscious level, both parties participate, in some 
way, to precipitate the occurrence. 

This case in particular provides what many might consider to be a strong 
example of mixed or shared guilt. Certainly, Leonard's behavior is not 
without blame for, as an adult, he should have been able to better judge the 
nature of the girl he was dealing with. To say he was guilty of naivete 
would be oversimplifying the issue. 

Unfortunately, the law does not make such fine distinctions. Until such time 
when-and it seems highly unlikely-Carole can be persuaded to tell the entire 
truth about what happened, Lenny will remain in jail. Hopefully, that will 
not be for a very long time. 

 CASE HISTORY SEVEN 

Subject: Robert F. 

Age: Twenty- eight 

INTERVIEW ONE 

The next case history presents one of the cruelest and, perhaps one of the 
saddest examples of emotional instability that I have ever come across. 
Patients such as Robert, unfortunately, are, at best, almost impossible to 
cure. Their disturbances are so complex and deeply rooted that years of 
intensive therapy, at the very least, are necessary in order to effect 
change. 

Robert's case was brought to my attention when the man attempted suicide 
while awaiting trial. His offenses-at least the ones we knew of-were drug 
dealing, possession of narcotics, assault with a dangerous weapon, 
corrupting the morals of a minor-and rape. 

Like so many severely disturbed patients, Robert had lost all touch with and 
sense of right and wrong. During the course of his interviews, he free-I ya 
I most braggingly described in graphic detail each of his crimes. 

His other offenses, while alarming, are not truly relevant to the subject 
matter of this volume. For this reason, I have deleted that material which 
does not deal directly or indirectly with his activity as a rapist of 
teenage girls. 

Robert yanked himself away from the guards who had brought him to my office 
and slammed the door closed behind him. I motioned to the guard to remain 
silent at the door as the prisoner took a few steps toward my desk, then 
looked around the room wild eyed and tense-an animal, cornered. 

Tall and lean, Robert swaggered belligerently across the distance between 
us, leaned over my desk and glared menacingly at me. 

"What the fuck did they bring me here for?" he demanded. "I don't need to 
see no shrink." 

I took a deep breath, knowing this was going to be a difficult person to 
deal with highly volatile easily able to explode with or without the least 
provocation. 

"I'm the one who needs your help," I told him, forcing my expression to 
remain constant and my voice calm, despite the knowledge that this man was 
totally capable of attacking me physically at any second. 

My answer seemed to catch him off guard. His expression softened slightly. 
The tight lines of tension and anger around his mouth relaxed. 

"How's that?" 

"I said that I need your help. I need to be able to understand you, to know 
what you've done." 

"What for?" 

"So that when your trial comes and I'm asked for my opinion as to whether or 
not you should be sentenced to jail I'll have some basis in fact to speak 
about. Hopefully, I'll be able to influence the judge as to your 
sentencing." 

Robert took a few minutes to mull this over in his mind. "That really so? 
They listen to you?" 

"I think so." 

"So if you tell them I'm not such a rat they'll believe you and let me off 
easy?" 

"Possibly." 

He sat down in the chair beside my desk and pulled out a pack of cigarettes 
from his shirt pocket. "Okay, Doc, shoot-what is it you want to know?" 

"Everything." 

Boyish blue eyes regarded me with a combination of suspicion and disbelief. 
"Everything about what?" . 

"The girls, in particular." 

Suddenly, Robert broke into a wide grin. "Oh, them?" he said, chuckling as 
he sat straight up, proudly, in the seat. "I guess word's gotten around 
about the Baby-faced Stud, right?" 

"You're not exactly anonymous." 

"Damned right, I'm not. Famous, Doc. That's what I am. And that's what I 
should be!" He leaned forward and his tone turned confidential. "Would you 
believe it-I'll bet I've screwed close to three hundred different chicks. 
How's that for staying power, Doc? Know many people who can top that 
record?" 

"Nope. I don't know anyone who comes even close to it, actually." 

Obviously, this pleased him. His chest puffed out and he all but preened in 
front of me. 

"Okay, Doc. I guess you want to know my secret. How it is I'm such a sure 
shot with the chicks, right?" 

I nodded. "That's exactly what I want to know. How'd you manage to do what 
you did-to say nothing of how you got away with it for so long." 

"Where should I start?" 

"Anyplace you like." 

Robert took a deep drag on his cigarette, crossed his legs and began. 

I've always had this thing for young stuff, Doc. You know what I mean? I 
like 'em fresh and juicy, like a good steak. 

Now mind you, there's plenty of good-looking chicks in their twenties-and in 
their thirties even, sometimes-but there's nothing on this earth that can 
compare with a pussy that belongs to a fifteen or a sixteen-year-old, nice 
and tight and fuckable. And especially if the kid's a virgin. 

Yeah, I like cherry the best. Nothing like it. 

Like Rita, for example. Actually, she's the one who gave me the clue. 
Knowing her got me started on my long, successful career of young girl 
humping. Who knows, if not for Rita, I could have gone on for years without 
knowing what a goldmine I had right in my own two hands. 

I guess you know my old man died when I was a kid and left my mom a whole 
lot of bread-and I mean a real whole lot. Well, Mom kicked the bucket a 
couple of years back, and since I was the only kid, guess who got all the 
dough? 

The first thing I did was get me a real fancy pad down in the village. I 
don't mean one of those hole in the wall kind of places that they renovate 
and charge a fortune for, either! I'm talking about seven rooms top floor 
penthouse! And I furnished it with the works-stereo in every room, fur 
chairs and sofa, a bar that comes out of the wall-I mean everything! Just 
like the guys in the magazines. 

For awhile I just cruised around, laying whatever I could find. It wasn't 
bad, mind you-but it was never exactly what I wanted. Know what I mean? The 
chicks were available, all right, but they'd all been fucked a hundred times 
before. 

The ones I really wanted and really dug the real young ones they weren't so 
easy to get. 

Then I met Rita. 

The minute I laid eyes on her I knew I wasn't ever going to rest until I'd 
shot a good load up inside her sweet little twat. I mean, this chick was 
really something else. Dynamite! 

To start with, she had hair-long, gold hair-all the way down to her ass. 

And what an ass! Every time I looked at it my cock would start to get horny. 

And she was every bit as tasty-looking from the front. Even without any bra, 
her tits stuck straight out a mile. And the nipple-sman, like two quarters, 
just beggin' to be flipped. 

Fortunately, when I met her, she didn't have anyplace to stay. I knew in a 
flash that she was flying-probably on ups-which meant that sooner or later 
she was going to have to crash. 

It was only a matter of time. 

So I waited. 

Like I followed her around for hours, man. Everyplace she went, I tailed 
her. And then, sure enough, I saw her start to come down. 

She was sitting in this coffee shop drinking cup after cup-black. I guess 
she must have figured that the caffeine could hold her up there for a while 
longer-or maybe let her down easier. 

Bullshit, man! When you're crashing from ups there's only one thing that's 
going to help-more ups. 

Or a bed. 

I watched her starting to nod a couple of times. Then, when her face almost 
hit the table, I saw the manager start in her direction. 

Cocksucker! He really laid it on heavy-started to give her a real hard time. 

I saw my chance and I jumped right in. 

"The lady's with me, buster," I told him-I heard that line in a movie once. 
"How much does she owe you?" 

I paid her check and got her out of there. "Got anyplace to go?" I asked, 
knowing of course that she didn't. 

She shook her head. 

"Coming down?" Again, of course, I knew the answer-but I didn't want her to 
catch on. 

"Crashing pretty bad," she told me. "Got any shit?" 

"No, baby. I don't blow anything but sometimes a little smoke. What do you 
need?" 

"Ups." 

"Bad?" 

"Real bad." 

"Know where to get any?" 

She smiled pathetically. "Not without bread, I don't." 

Just the answer I had been hoping to hear from her. "That is no problem. 
I've got plenty of bread. Let's go back to my place and we'll get it." 

"You got a phone?" 

"Sure. What for?" I asked. 

"So I can call my connection." 

"Follow me." I told her. Then, I hailed a cab and poured Rita into the back 
seat. 

Let me tell you it was no simple matter keeping my hands off her. I mean, 
she was so fucking spaced-out that I could have screwed her up the nose and 
she probably wouldn't have known what the hell was going on. 

But just fucking her wasn't my plan. Especially not if she wasn't 
cooperating. What I had in mind required her full attention. And if it 
worked, I knew I had it made. 

I'll skip the uninteresting details. To make a long story short, I got Rita 
to give me the name and phone number of the guy she bought from. Then, I 
grabbed some money from my drawer and out we went again. 

It's a good thing Rita had me with her or I don't think she would have been 
able to make the buy. I mean she really had a hard time figuring out which 
way was up. 

Just like I'd arranged-she introduced me to her connection and I bought the 
ups she wanted-plus a hell of a lot of other stuff. Now, Rita's connection 
was mine. I knew where to buy any kind of dope I needed. 

A couple of ups and half an hour later and Rita was feeling a hell of a lot 
better. We were back in my apartment, and she was like a different girl. 

Gone was the dopiness. She was radiant, man. Stoned, for sure. But 
beautiful! 

"I really got to thank you, man," she said. "Don't know how I would have 
made it without you." 

"That's okay, babe," I told her, real casual like. "Just tell me one 
thingwhat are you going to do when this set wears off?" 

Suddenly, she looked scared. "What do you mean?" 

"I mean what happens the next time you crash?" 

She shrugged. "I figured-well, you know, I thought maybe you would give me 
the rest of the bottle." 

"Got any bread?" 

"No. You know I don't." 

"Well then-I guess we'll have to work out another way of payment." 

Now she started to get the message and her eyes lit up. Man, was she mad-and 
beautiful. Seeing it all come over her-knowing that she wasn't going to be 
able to do a fucking thing about it-really turned me on. My cock was 
throbbing like crazy. 

"Look, Bobbie, you've been real nice to me and everything-but I don't put 
out. Certainly not for a bottle of ups." 

I smiled, about to play my trump. "How about for an endless supply of 
whatever turns you on?" 

"I'm not sure I understand." 

"It's real simple, baby. You do for me, I do for you. Look around you-you 
can see I don't have any money problems. You want junk? Cool. Just as long 
as I get what I want-and that means everything." 

I saw her shudder. She was real scared-but real tempted, too. And knowing 
that I had her in my power was like lightening in my balls. 

"Give me some time to think about it, okay?" 

"Take all the time you want," I told her. "You know where to find me." 

I watched her beautiful ass, cupped in skintight blue jeans as she wiggled 
out through the front door of my apartment. 

It took about four hours. 

I knew she'd be back. And I was right. After all, how long can one fix last? 

The second I opened the door and looked at her, I knew I had won. She wasn't 
down yet-not all the way, anyhow, but that desperate look on her face told 
me she was starting to fade. 

"Don't bother to come in unless you're ready to play it my way," I told her, 
heading for the cigarette box on my glass table-the box that was filled with 
joints. 

"Look, I'm not feeling so good," Rita said, following me into the room and 
shutting the door behind her. "How about letting me have a couple of those 
pills and we can talk about it." 

It took everything I had not to laugh in her face. 

"How about locking the door and putting the chain on?" I said. "And make it 
snappy!" I took a deep toke on the joint and felt the good smoke filling my 
lungs. I really dig sex on grass, man. Makes me feel like a king. 

Rita hesitated for a few more minutes but I knew already that I had won. I 
plopped down onto that fur sofa that goes on for miles and took another drag 
on the joint-watching her face go through half a dozen changes before she 
realized she'd better play it my way. 

"What do you want me to do?" she said at last-softly sounding more like the 
willing slave I had pictured her turning into when I first saw her. 

"Like I said, put the fucking chain on the door." 

She obeyed. 

I was shaking with excitement. While her back was turned I groped my own 
tool, enjoying the way it was rockhard, already set and primed for action. 

"Okay, come on over here," I told her, starting to feel the joint hit me. 

She walked back across the room and stood in front of me. "Can I have the 
pills first?" 

"Soon," I teased. "When you've convinced me that you're not putting me on. I 
don't like to have chicks think they can play me for a sucker." 

"What does it take?" 

I reached out, grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down onto my lap. 
The feel of her soft, round ass against my aching cock was pure heaven, 
especially with the grass lifting me higher every second. 

"Look, I think there's something you should know," Rita said, suddenly 
looking more worried than ever. "II know you're not going to believe this, 
but I'm a virgin." 

Now I did laugh out loud. "Come on, baby. You can do better than that. Don't 
put me on. I'm not stupid, you know." 

"I'm serious." 

"Bullshit." 

"What do I have to do to make you believe me?" 

I chuckled. "You're about to find out. 

I pulled her face up to mine and covered her mouth with my own. She opened 
her lips and took my tongue down into her throat. 

Man, she tasted good. I knew she couldn't be more than fifteen or sixteen at 
the most and that alone was more than enough to drive me crazy. But even the 
remote possibility that she wasn't lying that she really was cherry 

Man, that was too much! I knew that if I thought about it too long, I'd 
probably cream all over the inside of my jeans and let me tell you, I had no 
intentions of wasting a good load that way, not when there was a tight young 
pussy around. 

While I filled her mouth with my tongue I grabbed one of her tits and 
started to squeeze. Rita moaned loudly. I wasn't sure if she was digging the 
pain or what, but I really didn't give a shit. 

She wasn't stopping me. That's what counted most. 

I tugged her sweater up and reached underneath. Right on for Women's Lib, I 
told myself, glad that there was no bra to get in the way of my busy 
fingers. 

What tits! Man, they were exquisite. Even better than I'd thought they were 
going to be! 

Man, she had a pair of melons on her that could bring a dead man back from 
the grave. Thirty-six C--and that's being conservative. For a kid, she was 
way up at the head of the class! 

"Lift up your arms, babe," I told her. "Let's get rid of this sweater." 

"It's all I got, don't tear it!" she protested. 

"Fuck it, I'll buy you a dozen more later. Now up! You hear me?" 

She gave in and raised her arms toward the ceiling. In a flash I had her 
naked from the waist up, and man, was that one far out sight to see. 

I shoved my face between her tits and squeezed those twin beauties against 
my cheeks. Good enough to eat, I thought and that's exactly what I did. 

First one, then the other. Those nipples were fantastic. They felt and 
tasted every bit as delicious as they looked. I knew I could spend years and 
years just sucking on her big tits. 

For a second, there, I got so excited I was afraid I was going to shoot my 
load. So I pulled my head back and reached for the burning joint. 

"How about maybe one of those pills?" 

I was not about to interrupt myself yet and go into the bedroom where I had 
stashed the buy. 

"Later, babe," I told her. "Here, take a hit of this in the meantime." 

I held the jay to her lips and let her take a couple of real deep tokes. 

She was no amateur. Far from it. She pulled that stuff into her lungs like 
it was life itself. 

I watched her lips and just knew, deep inside of me, that she was going to 
be doing a fantastic job on my own real, live, joint-and soon! 

The grass started to hit her and I saw her relax a little. Suddenly, I 
wanted some music, and a lot less light. 

"Here, suck on this for a while," I told her, handing her the joint and 
easing her off my lap. "Be right back." 

"Where are you going?" she sounded panicky. 

I turned back around and tweaked her right nipple. "Not far, you can be 
sure. Just stay loose." 

She lifted the stick to her ripe, red mouth and pulled hard. 

My cock twitched impatiently and I had to force myself to move in the 
direction of the stereo. 

In a couple of minutes I had a stack, of way-out rock on the machine and the 
drapes tightly drawn. I went to the bedroom door and reached around to turn 
on the light in the other room. 

"Please, Bobbie," Rita begged, with her tone and with those enormous, 
cat-green eyes. "Just one little pill?" 

I smiled. "Make you a trade," I told her. 

"What kind of trade?" 

"One up for one pair of blue jeans. Yours." 

We both knew she was in no position to argue. A second later she was 
fighting with the top button on her dungarees. 

I went into the bedroom, kicked off my shoes and dumped a handful of uppers 
into my palm. Then, I poured all of them, except one back into the jar. 
Checking to see that Rita hadn't been peeking, I returned the treasure to 
it's hiding place. 

When I came back out into the living room, Rita was sitting on the sofa, 
naked except for her panties. I forced myself to stand still and enjoyed the 
sensations that the grass were causing inside my skull. 

It was like the whole world revolved around the dark shadow between that 
kid's milk-white thighs. Finally, unable to resist any longer, I pulled the 
bedroom door half-closed behind me-just enough to let in only the right 
amount of light-then moved back to the sofa. 

She started to get up. 

"Stay where you are," I said, squatting down in front of her. 

"The pill?" 

"Right here, baby." I handed it over. 

Rita grabbed it and tossed it into her mouth. She didn't even ask for 
something to wash it down with. I wasn't about to waste time getting 
anything, either. 

She'd finished the joint, so I opened the box and lit another. "Want more 
hit?" 

She sort of smiled at me through dreamy, heavy-lidded eyes and reached out 
for the stick. I let her take three long swallows before I pulled it away 
from her. 

"You really dig all this shit, don't you?" I said, rubbing my fingers around 
her crotch outside her panties while I took a few tokes for myself. 

"Whatever gets me high is what I dig," she said, matter-of-factly. 

"Far out." I took another deep drag and shoved my hand inside her panties. 

"Hey, take it easy!" she whined when my middle finger made contact with her 
pussy lips. 

The tone of voice-that edge of discomfort-the knowing that I had this chick 
under my thumb, so to speak worked on me every bit as strong as the grass. I 
dropped the roach into the ashtray and grabbed a handful of thin, pink 
panties. 

"Lift your ass up, let's get these off." 

"Look, Bobbie, maybe we ought to talk this over. What do you say? I could 
jerk you off, or maybe even go down on you after a little while, but" 

That was it. She was trying to worm her way out of getting fucked, and I 
knew what I was going to do. What I had always wanted to do without fully 
realizing it. 

I ripped the panties right off her ass. They fell apart and shredded like 
tissue paper. 

Rita gasped. 

I grabbed her by the hair with my left hand and slapped her back and forth a 
couple of times across the face with my right. 

"Now we both know where it's at, don't we, babe?" I snarled, shoving my face 
right up close against hers. "You want to be nice to me? 

Fine. If not, I'm going to kick the shit out of you and fuck you anyhow. Now 
how is it going to be?" 

Two big tears tumbled out of her eyes and rolled down her pretty cheeks. She 
didn't say a word. 

"Okay. Now lift your heels up onto the edge of the pillows. I want to see 
that cunt. And fast!" 

She did what I told her-and the most beautiful sight I have ever seen in my 
life came into view. 

As Rita raised her heels onto the sofa, her thighs parted wide and presented 
me with a perfect view of her sweet, tight cunt. 

I fell to my knees in front of her and started to lick the narrow slit. The 
more I ate her, the more I wanted to. 

She was too high-or too scared-or both to really get into it, but at that 
point I didn't give a shit. I knew that my spit was going to make her hole 
wet enough even if she didn't turn on. 

While I ate her out, I reached up and grabbed a handful of tit in each hand. 
I started to pull on her knobs like I was milking a cow, and, at the same 
time, I sucked out her snatch and lapped the insides of her thighs and her 
cute, round ass cheeks. 

Suddenly, there was something else I needed at least for a few minutes. 

I stood up and whipped out my prod. 

"Eat it!" I commanded her. 

Rita's eyes were dull but she didn't give me any backtalk. I could tell that 
she wasn't really inspired but I had enough juice going for both of us. 

She took the head of my cock into her mouth and started to tongue around the 
tip for a few moments. 

I grabbed her skull hard. 

"Open your fucking mouth wide!" 

She gulped-then did as I told her. 

I filled her mouth with cock and then some. She choked a little 'cause I'm 
pretty big-but after a few minutes of getting used to it, she managed to 
take it all. 

Man, was that ever a groove-sliding my stiff dick in and out of this 
beautiful, young face. Just the sight of my big poker diving up and down 
into her throat came near to taking me off-but you can be sure as shit I 
wasn't going to cheat myself out of the main event. 

When I knew that one or two more sucks were going to pop my load, I pulled 
out of Rita's gorgeous mouth, leaned over and picked her up bodily. 

"What are you doing, man?" she asked, in a voice that sounded sort of sleepy 
and far away. 

Taking you into the bedroom to be fucked. 

Before she knew what happened, I had Rita's legs up over her head-showing me 
that beautiful cunt hole again. The head of my dick was more than she could 
take without whimpering, but I wasn't about to stop for anything. 

I'm telling you, Doc, for the first couple of minutes it was like her cunt 
was made out of iron, it was that tight. But you better believe I wasn't 
about to let anything stop me. 

I rammed my cock for all I was worth, working my way inch-by-inch into her 
virgin pussy. The more she screamed and yelled, the harder I gave it to her. 

Then, all of a sudden, I was in-ball deep. 

Rita was crying and biting her lip, but I showed that chick no mercy. I 
shoved my cock in and out of her tom and bleeding cunt until I thought the 
top of my head was going to fly right off and splatter against the ceiling. 

The load I shot must have been enough to fill a fish tank. 

Then, I let the grass take over and I tripped off to sleep. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

The next time that I interviewed Robert, his manner was completely free of 
all hostility. He actually seemed anxious to continue his tale. 

Smiling, he began again, as though occupying center stage before an adoring 
audience. 

That was the only time that Rita really gave me any real resistance, Doc. I 
mean, she must have figured that once a cherry's busted there's no sense 
carrying on about it, right? 

Actually, she and I had a real sweet working arrangement going between us, 
you might say. 

I gave Rita her drugs. 

And Rita gave me what I wanted. 

And I mean everything! 

I tell you, Doc-once you get into serious girl humping, it can become a very 
creative business-just like any other brainstorm a genius gets. 

What I mean is this: After a while I had done just about everything I could 
think of doing with Rita. I mean, inside of a couple of weeks time I had her 
so well trained she was sucking me off and taking my cock even up the 
ass-like a real pro. 

There was nothing that chick wouldn't do for me because, of course, I was 
supplying her with her fixes and a place to live. Like man, she was really 
my live-in slave! 

And wow, did I dig it, too! I mean, there was nothing that we two didn't do. 
I would make her walk around the house bare-assed sometimes, for days at a 
time. I'd watch her tits bounce till I thought I was going to blow my nuts. 

Then I'd make her fingerfuck herself, or sit down on the pot and take a piss 
while I watched the stuff stream out of her cunt. Once, I even made her suck 
me off while she was peeing in the john. Far out, right? 

Then, I got this really groovy idea. 

If this kind of no-holds-barred sex was dynamite with one young chick-what 
would it be like with two? 

That's when I laid it on Rita-you know, like 'this is what you do or the 
party's over' kind of thing. 

I told Rita that if she wanted her next fix, she had better do what I 
wanted. Like when I swapped her the pill for her blue jeans. 

This was the deal: One fix for one young, pretty, junkie chick like herself. 
It was time for a threesome. 

Far out, right? 

You wouldn't believe what little Rita brought home with her, that night. 

A dyke! 

That's it, man-you heard me right. A real, honest-to-goodness horny lesbian 
who thought-now get this-that Rita's intention was to put the make on her 
herself. 

Man, I almost split my gut laughing when I saw what the score was. Luckily 
for me-and, of course for Rita-the chick didn't look like she was queer. You 
know what I mean-no short, mannish haircut or drag clothes or anything like 
that. 

Her name was Kim and she was Eurasian. Olive skin and shining, silky black 
hair and no more than five-foot two. 

I almost creamed just looking at her. 

She looked kind of surprised when the two of them came in through the front 
door and there I was, sitting on the sofa, bare-assed naked. But Rita, 
knowing the score-no pussy-no fix-took care of everything with one sentence. 

"My friend Kim needs a couple of downers. I told her you'd be willing to 
help out." 

"Sure thing, honey," I said. 

And with that, I walked into the bedroom. Rita followed me inside and laid 
the truth on me. "She's gay," she said. "That's all I could find." 

"Don't worry, babe-you did fine. Here, take these reds and get her started. 
Let her eat you out a little. I'll be in soon." I patted Rita on the ass. 
"Go on-I want to see some real action in about fifteen minutes." 

Let me tell you, those fifteen minutes that I waited in the bedroom for Rita 
to warm Kim up seemed like the longest in my life. I could hardly wait to go 
outside and see what was happening. 

And let me tell you the wait was worth it! 

When I got back, those two chicks were on the rug. Now dig this, Doc-Kim, 
naked and shining with her own sweat, was on her hands and knees eating the 
living shit out of Rita's cunt. Her ass was high up in the air and her back 
was toward me-which gave me a fantastic view of the girl's pussy and 
asshole. 

In no-time at all, my cock was pointing toward the ceiling and my balls were 
churning and ready to go. 

I walked across the room very quietly, lit up a joint and sat down to watch 
the action for awhile. 

Those two were so stoned they didn't even seem to realize I was in the 
room-which was just fine with me. 

Let me put it this way-this Kim kid, even though she couldn't have been a 
day over seventeen, if that, had a tongue like nothing I'd ever seen. The 
damned thing was like a snake. 

Over and over again I watched it coil out and slide all the way up inside 
Rita's twat. 

And would you believe-Rita was really grooving on it? No shit-she must have 
been a closet lez all alongcause each time Kim sloshed her mouth around 
Rita's snatch, the blonde kid groaned and cried and bucked her hips and ass 
like there was no tomorrow! 

I don't suppose I have to tell you how this little scene was turning me on, 
do I? 

All of a sudden, Kim decided to do an around-the-world number on my little 
Rita. 

She started at Rita's knees and kissed and licked her way up the inside of 
Rita's quivering thighs. When she got to that beautiful blonde pussy, she 
spread the lips far apart with her fingers and kissed the wet, slippery 
inside flesh. 

I grabbed her into a bear hug and shoved for all I was worth. My dork was 
buried to the hilt. 

"Get her fucking hands, Rita!" I called out. 

Rita knew better than to disobey. In a few seconds, she was holding Kim's 
hands immobilized-while I fucked the shit out of her twat. 

Then I got a little more inspiration. Suddenly, I pulled my cock out of 
Kim's pussy, spread her beautiful legs wide and forced her down flat on top 
of Rita's belly. 

"You ever hear a kid scream bloody murder the first time she's fucked up the 
ass?" I called out to Rita. 

"Uhuh," Rita answered, sounding kind of spaced out but still slightly 
interested. 

I spread a little of her cunt juice into her crack. 

"Listen then," I said. 

And with that, I invaded Kim's tiny asshole with one swift lunge. 

I'll tell you, Doc, it's a good thing I lived in a soundproof building. That 
girl yelled louder than a Macy's Day Parade. 

And the more she screamed, the harder I fucked her up her ass. 

"Get her mouth on your cunt," I said to Rita. "Maybe we can all three shoot 
some gizz this time." 

You don't think so, right Doc? 

Well, let me tell you-not only did Kim and Rita shoot a couple of loads that 
night-but our threesome became a kind of regular thing. There isn't a hell 
of a lot that you can't do to a chick and make her like it too-as long as 
she knows who is the boss. 

And when it comes to giving orders in bed, yours truly is hands-down, the 
champ of all time. 

 CONCLUSION 

Unfortunately, Robert wasn't far from wrong when he said that he'd 
discovered a foolproof method of having young girls at his disposal for any 
kind of perverted sexual behavior he wished. Much publicity about teenaged 
runaways and drug abusers has come to light, recently, and there is little 
more that need be said about it here. 

Fortunately, however, one of Robert's victims was subsequently returned to 
the home of her parents. When she told of what had been happening in 
Robert's apartment, the police were called in and Robert was arrested. 

It was my recommendation that Robert be placed, not in jail, but in some 
kind of psychiatric institution where he could be protected from his 
selfdestructive compulsions and where others could be protected from his 
violent outbursts. 

Robert has since been committed to a State hospital. I hold very little hope 
that he will ever be fit for release. 

 GENERAL CONCLUSION 

The act of rape, or any other violent behavior is a symptom and not a cause. 
Such behavior, though similar in many cases, has very different origins-as 
dissimilar as the rapists, themselves. 

Unfortunately, the fear of stigma and public scorn prevents many women from 
coming forward and naming their attackers. And so, all too often, rapists 
remain free to strike again. 

The public must, somehow, be brought to realize that the rapist is to be 
isolated from society, to be certain-but that he is also a human being-an 
extremely ill human being-who often doesn't realize the full import of what 
he does. 

Rape is committed out of fear, out of rage, out of countless reasons that go 
far back into the upbringing of the rapist-himself, a victim of illness and 
distortion stronger than his own powers of reason and discrimination. 

The pressures of living will always take their toll on minds unfit to cope 
with enormous stress. Still, through education and understanding, we can 
hope that someday there will be more effective methods of spotting violent 
tendencies in youth-when there is still time for treatment and cure. 

Until then, there will always be victims. For when the mind is ill, it 
affects far more than the person in which it lives. It affects everything 
and everyone that person comes in contact with. 

Let us hope that a cure will be shortly forthcoming. 


THE END
