Chapter 1
The white-clad nurse withdrew the syringe from the young girl's arm and stepped back. Eighty cc's of sodium pentothal had been deposited in the girl's bloodstream. Orlando Kirsch, M.D., Ph.D., nodded complacently and consulted the small notebook in his right hand. "Very well, we begin," he said. "Edie, can you hear me?"
Edie Mayfield stirred and muttered indistinctly. Kirsch repeated his question and in a sharper tone that cut through the drug-induced haze that fogged the girl's mind. She answered again, speaking more clearly, and said that she could hear him. Her eyes remained closed. A lovely girl of about twenty, she lay very still on the low, leather-covered couch. Her breasts pushed up the front of her sweater, even in the supine position, and the soft jersey skirt clung to her long, supple thighs, making it clear that they were exceptionally shapely.
"Edie, I want you to listen to me very carefully," Kirsch said. "I am going to read you a short paragraph. You must pay close attention and repeat it to me when I finish. Are you ready?"
"Yes, doctor," the girl replied.
"Very well, here is the paragraph," Kirsch said He switched on a tape recorder and the nurse held its microphone close to Edie's lips as he began reading. "I admit that I pried into the personal file of Peter Armstrong without proper authorization. I did this because of my passion for him. I hoped that I could find some clue in the file which would give me an advantage in luring him into my bed. I have often lain awake in that bed, hoping to gain his attention and have him there with me. That is the paragraph, Edie; now I want you to repeat it."
Edie hesitated for a moment, licked her lips, and then spoke the words. When she had completed the statement Kirsch flipped off the tape recorder and nodded with satisfaction. He extracted the recorder's cassette, made a notation on it and set it aside, then inserted another blank cassette. He switched the machine on again.
"In order to help you, my dear, we must delve very deeply into the center of your emotional life," Kirsch began. "That is why I ordered the injection for you and also why I must ask you these questions. You must trust me absolutely, my dear, and give me the entire truth as it is known to you."
"I understand," Edie said. "I'll do my best to help."
"Very good," Kirsch replied. "Now, for the first question, I want you to think back to the first time you allowed a male to make love to you. You must take time to recall that occasion and answer each of my questions about your first experience with sexual intercourse. Is that the term you use, by the way? Do you think of it as 'sexual intercourse' or do you prefer some other term?"
"Er, I usually say 'fuck' when I'm thinking about it," Edie said, hesitating for only a second. "Sometimes I think of it as 'balling' or 'making out' but mostly I think of it as 'fucking.' "
"Excellent," Kirsch said, casting an eye toward the nurse, who happened also to be his wife, Brigitte, and his most trusted aide. "Now you must tell me every detail of the first time you were fucked."
Brigitte had taken up a position at the foot of the couch. She had opened the front of her stiff white uniform, unsnapping it completely and pulling it apart. She had then lifted her slip, pulling it up around her waist to expose a pair of exceptionally beautiful legs. Her pussy's dark, crinkly fur curled softly under the plain white garter belt that held up her white stockings. Kirsch watched appreciatively as she reached between her thighs, spreading her feet slightly to give herself more freedom, and began caressing the lips of her pussy. He nodded his approval and turned back to give his complete attention to Edie.
"It was when I was sixteen," Edie said, speaking openly and confidently now. "I was with Bill Phelps; we'd been going steady for three or four months. He came over to an apartment one evening where I was babysitting for the Evanses; they often had me sit with their new baby. I ... I'd told him earlier that day that I'd be there and that he could come over about eight-thirty, after the baby had gone to sleep."
"Ah, so you invited him to the scene," Kirsch interjected. "You wanted him to come there in order to get yourself a fucking!"
"I ... I didn't think so," Edie told him. "Or maybe I did want it, I don't know for sure. Anyway, he came over. I'd been hoping for something like that, I guess, and when I saw there was a chance for us to be alone together a while, I just grabbed at it. He didn't have a car, you see, and there wasn't really any place where we could ... you know, be alone."
"To what degree had you been intimate before this?" Kirsch asked. Then, seeing that she had not understood his question, went on: "I mean, how much had you allowed him to do? How freely had he caressed you before this?"
"We'd done almost everything," Edie said, frowning slightly. "He'd touched me everywhere, especially under my bra and in my panties. Mmmm, I loved feeling his hands on my naked breasts, or when he kissed them for me. And I was crazy about the way he fingerfucked me, even if he didn't know how to do it very well; it was almost as good as what I'd been able to do to myself. I'd given him lots of hand jobs, but I couldn't help that, not after the first time when he took my hand and put it down on his naked cock. Ooooh, when I felt that long, hard, hot prick of his I just went crazy! I couldn't resist it and so I jacked him off. And then, after I found out how great it was to feel him going off in my hand, seeing the spunk shoot out so strong and hot and all, well, I just loved doing it to him! Especially when it made him feel so good!"
"I see," Kirsch murmured. "Very interesting. And you enjoy holding a man's cock in your hand? You like the feeling of power over him, the thrill of bringing him to the very peak of his excitement, the way his cock leaps and jerks about in your hand as it spurts out the spunk? The come?"
"I love it!" Edie muttered, her voice betraying a trace of emotion for the first time. "I love it when he's going wild against me, straining and shuddering when his balls start pumping out that come!"
Kirsch nodded and looked down at his wife. She was still standing at the foot of the couch, hands clasped to her steaming slit. As he watched her, she withdrew one hand: the middle and ring fingers of the hand glistened wetly with a clear film of passionate love-oil. She lifted the hand to her face, sniffed delicately of her cunt-smeared fingers and then popped them into her mouth. Her left hand, still between her long, shapely thighs, clawed hungrily at her furry mound. Kirsch watched her for a moment and then smiled.
"Perhaps it would assist you if you were to get more comfortable," he said to Edie. "Would you like to remove your skirt and underclothes? Memories of this sort can often be exciting; it might help if you were to caress yourself as you feel the need."
Edie said nothing, though she moved quickly enough to follow Kirsch's suggestion. She stripped down to her sweater and bra, thoughtlessly casting her clothing aside, and again stretched out on the couch. This time, though, she positioned her heels flat on its surface and spread her thighs wide apart. Brigitte, standing less than three feet away, thus received an immensely clear view of the young girl's pussy. She riveted her eyes on that slit, which had already grown dark and moist, and saw a truly marvelous sight.
The puffy, flushed outer lips of Edie's vulva formed a livid wound no more than two inches in length. The daintiness of the overall slit was more than offset by the fully matured inner lips which protruded from that outer fold of womanly flesh. Dark and ripe with sexual excitement, those inner lips looked like an overripe plum which had been cut in half and then turned inside out. Framed as they were by the more delicate outer lips and then the sparse growth of light brown fur growing over the girl's pubis, the inner lips were especially appealing and made a fiercely exciting sight.
"You said that Bill, this young man, didn't know how to caress you properly," Kirsch prompted. "Perhaps you would elaborate on that for me, eh?"
The drugged girl proceeded to demonstrate exactly what she had meant when she had made the slighting reference to the way Bill Phelps had handled the tenderest, most intimate part of her body. He had, she said, preferred to insert one or two fingers directly into her cunt and frig them back and forth violently, very much as though duplicating the action his prick would create, were it in that fragrant, delectable orifice. Edie preferred a softer, gentler approach, she said. Kirsch encouraged her with soft words whenever she faltered and within a very short time Edie was masturbating freely.
She concentrated almost all her attention on her clitoris, just as Brigitte and Kirsch had expected. She occasionally rubbed the tip of a finger over the dark, flaring lips of her pussy, flicking them delicately, but mostly she merely touched the tip of her right index finger to the area around her clitoris. That awesomely tender little organ had become fully erect and reared up from the sheath formed by the apex of her labia; it projected upward for perhaps half an inch and was about the size of the eraser on the tip of Kirsch's pencil. It was also about the same color, having flushed almost scarlet.
Brigitte watched, intent upon catching every nuance of the girl's act. She preferred another style of self-stimulation, one which was much more like fucking, and she employed it as she watched. Keeping two fingers of her left hand firmly planted in the sweating, lust-moistened rim of her cunt, she used the index finger of her right hand to strum her livid clitoris, which bulged out with mature, hungry sexuality.
"Mostly I like it ... to be soft and gentle," Edie muttered, finding it more difficult to talk now. Her breath was coming in short, shallow gasps and from time to time she moaned softly as her fingers heightened the nervous tension gathering deep in her womb. "Just touching it ever so lightly, that's the best way; it-mmm!-makes me hornier inside and-oooh!-so ready to let go with everything!"
Brigitte watched closely. Her eyes, a brilliant shade of blue, glittered with passionate interest as she watched the young girl's fingers play over the passion-infused surfaces of her tender slit and prepare her body for the onslaught of orgiastic release. Edie's stimulation of her pussy proceeded apace, but Brigitte kept up with her, keeping her own fingers firmly lodged in her hot cunt. Edie continued to run her fingers over the dark, moist slit and was very obviously growing more aroused with every second. Her words gradually trailed off and only the sound of her labored breathing broke the silence in the room. Kirsch watched too, though his broad, impassive face registered no emotion at all.
"Ugghhh! Oooooh! Ahhhhhh!" Edie grunted, suddenly writhing as the first preliminary spasm of sexual release shot outward from her cunt. "Ohhhhh! Omigod, I'm-unngghhhh!-I'm coming, I'm making it! Agghhhhhh!"
As the spasms multiplied and grew stronger, she suddenly plunged a finger into the mouth of her cunt and shoved it deep. She clamped her hand over her pubis and pressed down, writhing her hips at the same time to bring her strained, overwrought clitoris into close contact with her palm. Terrible shudders pulsed through her loins; her thighs and belly quivered with strain as she sought to heighten the sensual impulses and make them stronger than ever. Kirsch watched, still impassive, but Brigitte began frigging herself at a violent pace. She had timed it just right and, as Edie writhed about in the grip of a terrible lust, she lifted herself up onto the balls of her feet and thrust her loins forward. Her face registered the awful pangs of lusty sensations which ripped through her body; she continued to press her hands against her pussy and to fuck herself with her fingers. Low, throaty gasps of ecstatic release burst from her throat as she brought her cunt and womb to the very peak of erotic feeling.
Edie had lifted her trim, tautly clenched hips completely off the low couch when the convulsive spasms of orgiastic frenzy had begun shooting through her loins. She had thrust the middle finger of her right hand into her cunt's wet, slippery rim as the wrenching agony ripped outward from her cunt. After frigging her clitoris for a moment with the palm of that hand, she twisted it aside and flicked the index finger of her left hand over that prominent little knob, which had become even larger and darker with lusty arousal. Her finger rubbed at the tender, throbbing little spike with quick, spasmodic thrusts and she brought herself over the peak with a final burst of ecstatic manipulation that left her limp and breathless with joy.
"Yes, that was very good," Kirsch said, still maintaining that expressionless pose. A close observer might have noticed a bulge in the front of his dark trousers; his face and voice showed absolutely no change whatever. "You do that very well, Edie; one would think that you practiced a great deal. However, we must continue now with our investigation. Suppose you continue with your story of your first sexual experience with this young Phelps. I mean, of course, the evening when you first felt his prick sliding into your young cunt!"
"Yes. Well, as soon as he came into the apartment we started kissing each other, feeling each other up," Edie murmured. Her voice had lost some of its earlier edge and she seemed more at ease. "I'd already taken my panties off; I did that when ... well, when I did it to myself earlier. I'd been thinking about him being there, see, and it had gotten me so turned on I just couldn't hold back. So I took my panties off, lay back on the couch in the living room and did it to myself. When he got there ... well, I was almost ready to do it again, I was that turned on, that hungry and ready for it."
Her story, as Kirsch later remarked to Brigitte, when they were considering her story and its implications, was not an exceptional one. Phelps had been seventeen at the time and, Kirsch correctly deduced, had had very little sexual experience. In the process of caressing the eager but relatively innocent young girl, he had of course discovered that she had dispensed with her panties.
With the couch so near, it was easy enough for them to recline upon it. Edie's skirt had become bunched around her waist as they had pawed at each other and Phelps had taken the opportunity to examine the girl's deeply flushed young pussy. It was the first time he had ever seen a girl's sexual organs and the sight of that raw, lividly hued slit had excited him like nothing he had ever known before. Edie's hearty response to his advances further aroused his deepest emotions and he felt a pressing urgency to have her.
Before opening his trousers, however, he had succumbed to her impetuosity and had spread himself over her, lying between her thighs and fitting his loins to her naked flesh. As Edie said, they had "dry-humped" shamelessly and she had received a heady, thrilling orgasm simply by rubbing her naked, intensely aroused pussy against the hot, hard lump of man-meat in the front of his jeans. Her climax had aroused him more intensely and within a very short time he had fumbled with his jeans, opening them and pushing them down his thighs so as to expose the hot, hard shaft which reared out from the base of his belly.
"God, he was wild!" Edie said, recalling that moment. Her voice had again grown thick and coarse with passion and at times she found it difficult to speak. "Seeing me naked like that, it just turned him on something fierce! Wow, I never knew it could affect a guy so, seeing a girl down there. That part of her, I mean! Mmmm, he was so horny and hot for it!"
Young Phelps's lack of sexual experience then asserted itself most strongly. Knowing nothing of techniques by which he might control his ardor, he had been at the mercy of his highly aroused emotions. Upon bringing his prick into view and having it so close to Edie's moist, steaming slit, he had been overcome by lust and had begun his climax at that moment.
"He was just so turned on he couldn't hold it back another second," Edie said. "He started shooting off as soon as the head of his cock touched the lips of my pussy. I was moving around, trying to get myself fixed so he could get it in easier, but the stuff was shooting all over my pussy. Mmmm, I can still remember how great it felt when that hot, sticky cream squirted down against my clit and shot over the lips of my pussy! God, it was just the sexiest thing ever, feeling him pop off and shoot his spunk over me like that! Well, finally we got it going in and then he started fucking me like a wild bull. He must have gotten four or five inches of his dick in me before he finished coming; I could feel it leaping and jerking inside my cunt, spraying that hot stuff all around in there. That was enough to get me off again and I really had myself a great come that time, feeling him inside me like that."
Kirsch nodded and congratulated the girl on the accuracy of her recall. He inquired about her virginity and Edie said that she could not remember that initial experience being especially painful. There had been no bleeding, nor had she seen or felt anything which might have indicated the presence of a hymen. She insisted, however, that she had never before attempted sexual intercourse with a male. Phelps had given her her first experience with fucking and also her last, she said. Her tone of voice aroused Kirsch's interest and he asked her to elaborate on the remark. She had adopted a reticent attitude at that point, a marked change from the demeanor she had earlier shown, and he suspected that she might be skirting a subject which would be very useful to him.
Edie now began hesitating and attempting to avoid answering his questions. Kirsch had interviewed too many patients to be put off and he con tinued probing with a dogged, relentless thoroughness that soon laid bare the source of Edie's anxiety. She exhibited a great deal of shame and guilt but could not evade the man's skillful probing. The drug had sapped her inner resistance and thus he could, by insistent pressure, force her to reveal things which she would hardly have admitted to herself, much less to others. As he had expected, the true cause of Edie's embarrassment was not an especially heinous act; he had heard of several other cases exactly like hers and found nothing shocking about her story.
After Phelps had finished his climax in Edie's cunt, he had quickly withdrawn his cock from that heavily seminalized orifice. The violence of his sexual release had left him limp and weak. Edie had remained prone on the couch for a moment or two and had rubbed his sperm into the outer areas of her pussy. She explained that act by saying that she loved the feel of his come against her fingers and had found it intensely erotic to massage the tender, sensitive area between her thighs when it was wet with his orgiastic libation. After caressing herself for a few moments, she had happened to look down at him as he lay crumpled on the floor beside her. She had seen his prick, still almost fully erect and now wet with her cunt's moist oils. Unable to hold back on her desire to show her affection, slit had reached down to begin masturbating him. Phelps had not resisted and gradually she slipped off the couch to gain a more favorable position. Then, overcome by the passion she had just experienced and stirred by yet another rising tide of erotic desire, she had begun fellating him.
"I ... I still don't know how it happened," she blurted out when she had finally told Kirsch the details of their post-coital play. "It just felt so good in my hand, and I was so turned on and all, and ... well, the next thing I knew, I was bending over him and had his cock in my mouth!"
"I see," Kirsch murmured. "And then?"
"He took it for a minute," Edie continued, "but then he ... he slapped me across the face. He told me I was a worthless little bitch, a no-good cocksucker. Wow, I was so shook up at that I couldn't say anything for a minute or two. He kept on saying just awful things to me, even threatening to ... he said he was going to kick my face in if I ever looked at him again! Then he got up and put his cock back in his jeans and ran out of the apartment."
"I see," Kirsch repeated. "And since then what kind of sexual experiences with men have you had?"
Edie vehemently denied that she had had any further sexual experiences at all. Phelps's violent reaction to her innocent, well-meaning effort at pleasing him had set off an answering reaction in her. It had also given her the conviction that she was indeed worthless and shameless, as he had said. Her fear of incurring a similar reaction in another man had been so extreme that, since that evening, her contacts with the opposite sex had been minimal and extremely nonsexual.
"I can understand," Kirsch said. "Very well, Edie, thank you for cooperating so well. Now I want you to go to sleep and to forget all about this conversation for the time being. I shall awaken you shortly."
With that Kirsch flipped off the tape recorder. le laid his papers aside and turned to face his wife. She was still busily masturbating but when she saw lim advancing toward her, unzipping his fly as he moved, she knelt down on the foot of the couch where Edie lay. She pulled her uniform and slip up high around her waist, exposing her naked rump, and waited. Kirsch produced a long, tremendously thick sexual organ, a scarlet-tipped rod of brutally large proportions. He brought his cock to a full scale erection with a few pumps of his big hand and then positioned himself directly behind Brigitte.
"Quickly, Orlando, quickly!" she muttered in a tense, anxious voice. "I've gotten as tight as a drum, hearing her talk, watching her! You'll tear me in two with your lovely cock, I know you will, but I want it! Ohhhh, give it to me, my darling, give it to me in my cunt and fuck me senseless! Ram it all the way in, quickly! Let me feel it tearing the bottom out of my cunt!"