Case History 3
Subject: Vicki W. Age: Sixteen
INTERVIEW ONE
This very quiet young lady was referred to me by the local child welfare department. She has been in several foster homes since the unfortunate break-up of her home when she was only six. The reason behind this referral was a terribly unfortunate incident in this young lady's life. She was placed with a couple who had never been foster parents before and had been molested by the man in the house.
Her attitude was one of resignation and withdrawal. It was several weeks before we could come to the tape that has been reproduced below.
I didn't really mind being at this house. I had learned before that I wouldn't stay in any one forever, but I have nice memories about most of the places. This one was pretty, prettier than most of the others. In the beginning, I figured that it was going to be the best place I had ever been. I had a fine room all for my own. It had a television and a record player, and they went out and bought me lots of records.
Jean and Marty seemed very nice. I guess I have to say that they were both very nice to me. Jean was more of a friend to me than a foster mother. She never pulled a high and mighty act with me and Marty was just nice to me. I didn't have too much to do with him at first. Sure, he was with us most of the time, but he kept to himself.
The first time that Marty and I ever spent any time alone, it was when Jean's mother got sick and she went to stay with her for a day or 50. I was worried about Jean's mother, too, and for a couple of reasons. First, if she was really sick, and Jean had to take care of her, maybe I would have to leave. She might have to spend all her time with her mother and there wouldn't be any room for me.
Then, I was really sorry that this lady had to get sick. I liked Jean, and I was sorry that her mother was sick. Jean was a nice person, and I guess her mother must have been just as nice. I didn't like to see Jean upset the way she was before she left for her mother's. I don't like to see good people unhappy. I have met some terrible people and they deserve to be unhappy.
Well, after Jean left, I decided that I should take care of the house. Jean was only supposed to be away for a couple of days at the most, or maybe just overnight. I wanted her to know that I cared and so I started cleaning up the house. I was working in the kitchen when Marty came in.
"What are you doing, Vicki?"
"Just straightening up, Marty. I don't want Jean to come home to a dirty house."
"Now, look here. You know that we have someone come in and clean for Jean. You don't have to run around like a little maid. This is where you live, not where you work. Go watch some television. That's an order."
I was happy to hear Marty talk this way, and I didn't mind when he smacked my backside as I went past him. He made me feel very much at home and I liked him for that. Well, I watched television for a while, and then I got hungry. I wasn't used to the house yet, and I was afraid to get a snack for myself. But, then, I figured that someone would have to get some food since Jean wasn't here.
On my way to the kitchen, I passed through the living room. I wanted to see if Marty was there. I guess that I was still shy about getting something for myself. He was there reading some book, but when I came in, he put the book down. I saw the title on the book and it had something to do with sex. He put it down with the cover against the chair so that I couldn't see the title, and I didn't say anything. I figured that he didn't want me to know what he was reading.
"Anything wrong, sugar?"
"No, I just thought that I might make a snack. Is that alright?"
"Oh, of course it is. But while you're in there, would you mind getting me something, too?"
I felt great when he said that. I never had a home where I could get things and I wanted to show Marty how much I appreciated his letting me do this. I was going to make him something.
"Sure, Marty. What do you want?"
Marty sat there for a moment, and just looked at me. Then he started to say something, but stopped right away.
"I don't know. Just a little hungry for a little nibble."
"Why don't I surprise you?"
"Hey, that's a nice idea. You surprise me with a snack."
I was very happy that night. I went into the kitchen and made a huge sandwich for Marty. It must have had seven different things on it, and we laughed when I served it to him. We laughed a lot that night, and when it was time to go to bed, I was sorry to leave him. I liked having this kind of fun with him. But the next day was a school day and I had to get up early. So did he.
The next day, Jean came home. Her mother was getting better and she wanted to come home to us. She was in a great mood and we had a wonderful dinner that night. I didn't mention the night before to Jean. Somehow, it was very special to me. I never had a father or any man spend that kind of time with me and I held it very close to my heart. Jean wanted to know how we managed without her and I just said that it was okay, but that we missed her.
That was true about missing Jean. I really liked her. But this thing with Marty was so special. We spent some nice weeks after that, and then Jean's sister was having a baby. Her sister asked her if she could come out and stay with her for a few days. Jean was happy to help her sister, but she didn't seem to happy to spend that much time away from the house.
She thought about taking me, but her sister wanted to spend the time alone with her.
I know that she had some cross words with her sister about that, but Jean's mother said that the sister was only nervous about having the baby and Jean should understand. Finally, Jean did go, but she said that she would be back the minute her sister had the baby. I told her not to worry, that I would take care of things. Before she left, Jean hugged me and told me that she would miss me. That made me feel very good.
But, I was happy, in a way, that Jean was going for a while. I really enjoyed that night alone with Marty. Now I would have a couple of days like that. I was very excited about this. The first night that Marty and I spent together was a Wednesday. He wanted to go out, put I had come straight home, from school and cooked a nice meal. He was so surprised and happy, that he went and got a bottle of wine from the cabinet and I had my first glass of wine, ever.
After dinner, we spent some time, watching television together and then he read a book. Finally, It was time for bed, and I went upstairs. Nothing had happened like the last time. I mean that we didn't talk much or do anything after dinner. When I was about to go to bed, Marty knocked on the door. I was in my pajamas and Marty looked at me for a while before he said anything.
"Just want to see if you're alright. Need anything?"
"No, I'm just fine. See you in the morning."
When I went to bed that night, I imagined myself playing with Marty in the living room. I fell asleep thinking about him and I dreamed some terrible things. I dreamed that he was running after me and when he caught me, he did something to me. I don't remember anything else, except that I woke up nervous.
When I got home from school the next day, Marty had left a note for me. He said that we would go out to dinner and that I was only to pretty up. He didn't want to hear of me in the kitchen. I was thrilled and I spent the rest of the afternoon trying on some makeup and all of the clothes that I had. Jean had just bought me a nice dress, and I decided to wear that. It looked more grown-up than any of the other clothes that I had.
When Marty came home, I was waiting in the living room for him. I was wearing the pretty blue dress that hugged my top a little and fell in soft pleats. I wore my only pair of high heel shoes and borrowed some of Jean's perfume. I didn't really wear much makeup, because I didn't want to make it seem that this was so important. Then, I guess, I just don't like the way I look with a lot of makeup on.
"Well, well, my little princess. Stand up and let me get an eyeful of you."
I felt a little embarrassed when Marty said that, but I was happy that he noticed what I was wearing. Then I realized why he was so impressed. The more I thought about it, I realized that Marty had never seen me in anything but jeans or slacks and a sweater or sweatshirt since that was all that I wore to school. That was all that most of the kids wore.
"You look like a young lady. You look so different in that from what you look like in your jeans. I like you this way. I really do."
There was only one problem. I didn't have a coat nice enough to go with the dress and the shoes, and I hesitated before we were about to go. Marty solved that by throwing one of Jean's coats at me. It was a beautiful one that I had only seen once. It had a wonderful fox collar on it. It was wide and when I pulled it up, it looked like a hood, almost.
We went to a great restaurant that had candles on the table and the lights were so low. I felt so grown up! I had a wonderful time. I couldn't drink there, but Marty let me sip some of his wine. Marty had some whiskey before dinner and then some during and a night cap when we got home. I was floating on air. Being out with Marty that way was so very different.
I felt bad a bit about the thoughts that were running through my head and at one point, Marty asked me what was wrong. I told him nothing, but he kept after me.
"Oh, Marty. It's just that I never have ever gone to anyplace like the restaurant tonight, and I never have been with a man all alone. I feel so good, and I don't think that I should."
I couldn't look at Marty. We were in the living room, and I still had the coat near me. I rubbed the collar against my face while I waited for his answer. He didn't come over to me, but just looked at me from where he was sitting.
"Vicki, you are a lovely young lady. In just a few years, you will have many men taking you out. You will have a life of your own. Any man would be proud to be with you. I know that I was, tonight.'
He took a sip of the drink that he held in his hand.
"And, as for feeling bad about tonight, well, that's just plain foolish. Why many girls have those very feelings about their natural fathers. You are a young woman, you know, and I am a very normal man, Vicki. I was very happy to be with you tonight. You still look so different in that dress. You're going to be a beautiful young woman very soon."
My head was spinning from the entire evening, and I got up to put the coat away. I knew that the next day was school, and I didn't really want to go to bed at all. But, I knew that this had to end, too. I walked by Marty, and I stopped when I got to him.
"Oh, Marty... I don't know.."
Marty reached out to me and pulled me to him. I didn't fight him at all. He just held me for a while. But we were very close to each other. I sort of fell into his lap and just cuddled there. His face was against my neck and he kissed me again and again, there. I felt like something was burning up inside me and I couldn't sit still. I was sort of squirming around in his lap.
For some reason, I don't remember, or understand, I threw my arms around his neck and held on very tightly to him. My breasts were pressing into him and I started to feel his chest heave faster. He was breathing very hard. He started to put his hands under my dress and ran his fingers along my thigh. I felt the burning in my body get worse, and then I didn't know what to do. I wanted to put something in between my legs. I wanted to rub my slit and bring myself off, I wanted to feel myself there, but all at once I was ashamed and frantic.
"Marty, something's happening to me. I don't know what it is! It's kind of scarey!"
Marty was rubbing across my bottom, now, and the feeling was getting worse.
"What do you mean, sugar? Tell me about it. Come on, tell me about it."
"Well, I feel so hot inside me. I can't stay still. And I want to do something that sometimes I do. But only in private."
"You're a virgin, aren't you, honey?"
"Yes. I've never been with anyone before. I never got to meet anyone who I got to know real well, Marty."
"What you're feeling is just a normal feeling, sugar. You're probably getting excited and don't know what you're feeling. Do you feel that burning in your pussy?"
I felt my face burn with embarrassment when Marty said that.
"Now, you don't have to be ashamed in front of me. I care about, you. Is it in your pussy?"
I nodded instead of answering. I was feeling something besides shame. I liked talking about these parts of my body with Marty.
"And, I bet, your breasts are tingling, aren't they? Especially the nipples?"
"How did you know that?"
Marty laughed. He hugged me a bit more, but he kept one hand on my fanny.
"Because, ray little virgin, that's the way all women feel when they get excited. But, now, we're going to have a problem."
Marty put his hand to his crotch and rubbed it there. For the first time, I saw a bulge there, in his pants. I had never before seen anything like that on Marty. In the evenings or in the mornings, I usually saw him dressed, or with a robe and pajamas on. I never really even thought about him in that way. But here he was, with that big bulge in his pants, and it was so close to my thigh. i:I can't talk to you about these things tonight, sugar. I've got a hard-on that is driving me crazy. I think that I'll go upstairs and try to sleep. If I can't, I'll have to jack myself off so that I can sleep. You sure are a little devil."
All of a sudden, I didn't want Marty to leave me. I thought of anything to keep him there.
"Uh, Marty, what does a hard-on mean? I mean, I don't know anything about a man's body at all."
I could see a look in his eyes that I had never seen before, 'cause he was getting excited, too. He closed his eyes a minute, and then sighed.
"You want to find out about a man's body, tonight? Vicki, if I start talking about it tonight, well, I can't promise what will happen.
Or what won't. I'm hot, sugar. I don't think I can handle it."
"You mean that you don't want to teach me about a man's body?"
Marty put his head back on the cushions of the chair. He closed his eyes tightly for a minute. When he started speaking, his eyes were still closed.
"Right now, Vicki, there's nothing I want to do more, but to show you what a man's body looks like and feels like. But not just a man's body, my body. I want to teach you everything."
"I'd like to have you teach me, Marty."
I couldn't believe the words were mine. Even then, I knew that what I was saying was wrong, that I was doing something terrible. I couldn't help myself. I just didn't want to be without him that night. I didn't want to go up to bed.
Marty opened his eyes and looked at me, then he brought my face next to his and he kissed me. Right on the lips! I loved the feeling. He didn't do anything like I heard that some kids did. You know, shoving his tongue into my mouth or anything. He just kissed me on the lips for a long time. I could feel my body getting hot again. I put my hand on his chest and when I felt his muscles under his shirt move, I started to get even worse. I didn't know what else to do.
"Oh, Marty, it's getting bad again. What do I do?"
"Take your panties off, honey, and I'll make you feel better."
I turned around on Marty's lap and I shucked my stockings and shoes and finally my panties. I felt terribly wicked sitting there on his lap with no panties on at all! My pussy was very wet and I was afraid of wetting his pants.
"Maybe I shouldn't sit on your lap, Marty. I don't want to, well, I might get you messy."
"You mean that your pussy is all wet and ready?"
When he said this, Marty seemed to go wild.
"Well, let me see for myself."
Then Marty put his hand under my dress and pressed his fingers right into my crotch. I gasped when his fingers touched my hot pussy, and I could feel his fingers getting very wet. I couldn't look at him, but as his fingers rubbed against my body, I felt the wonderful thrill of his touch. I must have started to work myself up and down on his fingers, cause Marty started to rub them into me faster.
"Dammit, you are hot! Rub yourself wild on my hand, little princess!' While he said that, he started unzipping his pants. When he did that, I sort of forgot about being that hot, and wanted to see his body. I watched as he pulled his cock from his pants. It was so big! The head was almost purple.
"Go ahead, you want to feel it, sugar?"
I put my hand out to touch it, and when I did, I was surprised at how hot it was. Really, it was like a hot water pipe. But it was so big, that when I tried to get my hand around it, I almost couldn't. I just made it, with my hand. But, when I did that, Marty moaned so loudly, that I figured that I had hurt him. I pulled my hand away.
"No, no, honey, don't stop touching him. It felt so good. You didn't do anything wrong, really."
Marty still had his fingers in my pussy, but he didn't shove them all the way up inside. He rubbed me on the outside up and down, and then, in a circle. I know that his hand was so very wet.
"How are you feeling now, honey?"
"Oh, Marty, I feel like I want something in me. I never felt that way before. I like what your fingers are doing to me, but I want something inside me, too. Don't men put that in a woman?"
"Oh, honey, don't tempt me! Please! I'd love to take your cherry. I would love to cream in that virgin pussy."
I was losing control of myself. I wanted to feel good all over and I didn't really care how it happened. I suddenly could only think of getting something inside me.
"Then do it, Marty. I won't tell anyone, I swear!"
Marty tried to push me off him for a minute, but I held on.
"Vicki, you don't know what you're talking about! There are so many things that could happen. Suppose you got pregnant? Suppose you didn't really like it. No, it's not that simple."
That shocked me a little bit, and I turned around in his lap. When I did that, his cock hit up against my ass cheeks. The heat of his cock still shocked me, but it felt nice against my skin. I guess I must have rubbed myself a little against him, while I was thinking about what he said. Then, all of a sudden, Marty went almost wild.
"But, honey, there is one way that I can get inside you, and no one will ever know. I can shove it up that pretty little virgin ass. You can have your cherry, and I can get off in you."
I didn't really know what his words meant. I was happy that he wanted to be near me. I was feeling as though he didn't want to have anything to do with me. but now, it was different. Marty grabbed me and pulled my bottom closer to him.
"Rub yourself over that cock for me, honey. Oh, that's it! Move those hips!"
I rocked myself over him and I felt some wetness on my ass. I thought that he had come.
"Did you come, Marty? Is it all over?"
"Sweetheart, that's only a drop of what I have for you. You are going to find out what a real man is all about, and find out tonight! Lift up your bottom a bit."
What he did next was so wonderful, that I can still remember what it felt like. I got up on my knees on the chair and he slid his cock up against my pussy. The tip of it almost went into the hole, but he just kept rubbing it all along my slit, and he touched the clit, that bump I like to rub. I was so wet that it felt wonderful! Honestly, I thought that I would do it right then.
But as he rubbed, he started to rub all the way back to my ass. He would bring all that juice over to my ass, until I was really very wet from the front of my hair to the back of my ass, high up. I felt so slippery there.
"Okay, honey, it's time for that major lesson, right now. Right now."
Marty started to push me down off the chair and onto the floor. I felt funny half dressed.
"Okay, now slide onto the floor, honey. I'm right with you. I'll just get the rest of myself out, and then you'll have your fill of a cock. Here, put his pillow under your hips, and pull your dress up."
I wanted to feel that wonderful feeling again, so I did what he told me, and then I was on the floor on this pillow and my dress up away from my bottom. I was a little scared, but I didn't want to stop. Marty opened his pants all the way and let them drop. He pulled out his balls, too, and as I turned back for a minute, he cradled them in his hand and rubbed them.
"These are what you call a man's balls, or his scrotum. That's where all the hot juice is manufactured. The hot stuff that I am going to give to you right now."
Then Marty got on top of me and did that nice thing again. He rubbed his cock into my pussy from the back and I kept getting wetter and wetter. Then he stuck a finger into my ass and I shrieked. It felt strange.
But then, Marty pushed it in and pulled it out. He rubbed his finger in and out of my ass and it started to feel good. I was hot, too. I never did anything like this before, anyway, and I didn't know what to expect. Then Marty pulled his finger out of my asshole and put his cock back there, instead.
"Here goes, angel."
Marty pushed the hard cock against my ass and I screamed from the pain.
"No, stop, Marty, please! That hurts! That hurts a lot!"
But he wouldn't stop. The pain was terrible and he wouldn't stop. I got really scared and tried to get up, but he was strong and he held me down.
"Don't fight it, sugar! I have to do it this way. It's best for both of us! I have to do it!"
But the more I struggled, the more his cock hurt my anus. I must have been really yelling, cause he tried to keep me quiet.
"Come on, shut up, Vicki. You wanted this as much as I did! You asked me to do it, now just shut up until I get it in all the way. It will feel better in a minute!"
I was crying and crying, now, because the pain was so bad. I felt him pull out a little bit, and then, he shoved it all the way up. I really screamed that time.
"Okay, okay, it's all the way in, sugar! Now just relax. You're tight back here. It hurts me a little, too. Take it easy, and I won't move for a while."
After he said that, he rubbed his hands over my ass cheeks and that made me feel tingly again. That big cock in me hurt a little, but since he wasn't moving, it didn't feel that bad at all. He moved a little then, and the pain started to come back again. I realized that I was guilty of some of this, but I was still scared that he would rip me apart or something.
Then, Marty pulled his cock out of me almost all the way. I gasped from the quickness and the strange sensation it produced. But when he shoved it back in, it hurt again.
"Ow! You said it wouldn't hurt again! Marty, stop, stop!" "I can't stop now, sugar, I'm going to come in just a minute or two. I can't stop now."
Marty kept shoving that big cock into my asshole and though I struggled, he didn't seem to care anymore about me. He wasn't listening to what I was saying. He pulled it almost all the way out, and then he would slam it back in with a powerful thrust. I was almost sliding across the floor from the pushing he was doing, and he had to hold me to keep me close to him.
Marty kept shoving his cock into me and when he put his hands on me to keep me close, I felt the friction of my pussy against the pillow. His weight was almost fully upon me. But, just then, Marty started pumping into me wildly, and I thought for sure that my asshole would be ripped apart.
"Oh, no! Here it comes, Vicki, get ready. You just lost one part of your virginity!"
Then a hot gush of something shot inside me. Marty grunted a lot and kept pushing at me. Each time that he shoved into me, another shot of this hot stuff shot into me. I had a funny feeling in my pussy, and the last time he shot this come into me, I felt myself coming, too. I felt crazy. I started to come and I didn't want to show it, but Marty felt my ass tighten around his cock as I came, and he kept shoving into me.
"Oh, that's it, honey! Get yourself off, too. You liked having my cock in your ass. Come on, come on, let it happen."
Finally I stopped coming and I just lay there. When Marty felt me stop, he stopped, too. We lay there, him on top of me and me underneath. I was full of his come, all over. As he was shooting into me, the stuff had come out of my ass and gotten all over my legs. It was over him, too. Marty pulled out of me slowly, and then, it didn't really hurt at all. He helped me get up, and wiped some of the stuff off me, so that I wouldn't get my dress full of it.
When I looked at Marty, I could see that he was feeling terrible. I didn't feel that bad, but I had yelled some mean things while he was inside me, and we both remembered them. I just said goodnight and went, upstairs.
The next day, Marty left for work before I was up and Jean's sister had the baby that afternoon. She was home by dinner time and when Marty came in, he said hello to her and they spent most of the evening together. I felt terrible. I was out in the living room and they were together. I was so left out. I was afraid that he might tell her what happened, and that she would send me away.
But nothing happened, and Jean was just the same to me as ever. I never saw Marty alone again for a long time, but by then, I felt strange. I started to act funny, I guess, and pretty soon, the agency said that they thought that it would be better if I went someplace else. I didn't want to go, but then, I did. I didn't know what I felt. After I left Jean and Marty, I just stopped going to school for a while.
The psychologist saw me a couple of times, but I didn't like her. I wouldn't tell her anything. Finally, I talked to one of the counselors who I knew for a while and somehow, the story started to come out. But when I saw the look on her face, I just stopped. I made up a different ending. I never, never told them the real story. They think that he tried something because he was drunk, but I wouldn't let him and went to sleep.
I heard someone say that Marty could be prosecuted for what he did. I don't want anything to happen to him. Ill never tell anyone else about this, and if you do, I will say that it's a lie.
Sometimes, late at night, I lie awake and think about Marty. I get hot and I imagine that he's in my ass and then in my pussy. I stick my own fingers in there, but they don't feel like him. Sometimes, I wish he had taken my cherry.