Case History 6

SUBJECT: Roni F. AGE: Fourteen

INTERVIEW ONE

Roni is a rather petite-looking girl with long, straight black hair and a face that seems so innocent. She is, however, far from innocent, and her clothes seem to give that all away. When Roni came to see me she was wearing torn, ratty jeans, a colored T-shirt and a black leather vest with the words 'Biker's Chick' on the back.

She was, in total, a rather unsavory character, but her experience was quite unique and most worthy of attention.

No sense hiding the fact, doc, I'm a biker's chick. I hang out down with some of the biker's in the Village. I love the way the wind blows through my hair when holding onto the muscular frame of one of those dudes as we're sailing down the street on his revved up cycle. It's like a fucking orgasm in itself.

Usually, it is, because I have my cunt rubbing against the guy's ass, and chances are, since I do have my hands around the guy's belly, it's usually a little lower down, right between the legs. Some of those guys have monstrously large cocks, but that's the way I've grown used to liking them. So as you see some of us riding down the street some day, take a look and see where the hands are.

I'll never forget the first time I rode down the street and jerked off Mike at the same time. Mike was the gang leader of one of the groups, and he had picked me up when I was just walking down the street. We started to drive out of the city, toward the country, and as I kept my arms around that thick dude's waist, I could feel his cock starting to rise in his pants.

I pressed my cunt closer to his ass and felt myself getting wet. By the time it was all over, I had soaked right through my jeans.

I moved my hand to Mike's cock and started to massage him through his leather pants. The whole thing was so fantastic because the revved up feeling of the bike was adding a great deal to our sexual petting.

"Pull it out, baby," he said to me. "We're alone now."

I opened his pants and pulled out his thick cock. I started to jerk his shaft up and down and there were times when he started to swerve off the road. When he did that I would pinch his dick hard and thrust my cunt against his ass again. I

"Hey, shitface," I would say to him, "I want you to feel good, but I don't wanna die right now, understand?"

He would get his balance again and once we were off and running once more, smoothly and straight, I'd start to jerk him off once again. Sometimes, when he got too much into it, he would start to thrust his ass up and down off the seat and I wouldn't like that because those thick buttocks of his would leave my wet pussy.

I swear, I've had the best orgasms by rubbing my cunt against someone's leather pants. I'd usually have two or three real wet ones before I'd let the biker start to come, and by that time cocks would spurt like crazy.

The first time Mike came, I had my fingers over his cock head while my other hand was jerking his shaft. I could feel him pumping and pumping, and I really had no sense of how much come he had shot off until he was finished and I looked over his shoulder and saw these four thick pools of cock cream all over his cock, pubic hairs, my hands and his lap. I swear I would have loved to have seen it coming out.

I don't know what you must think of me. I realize that you're getting the impression that I do those kinds of things quite often, and you happen to be quite right. Sometimes I even forget who Fra jerking off because I usually just see their backs.

I know them all, don't get me wrong, but when I'm on that bike and I have a cock in my hand and my cunt's pressing against a leathered ass, there's nothing better in the world. I can just close my eyes and feel my orgasm rise as the wind blows through my hair and the motorcycle tickles my ass because of its feeling.

One of the reasons I was so popular among the Biker's Club was because of my great hand techniques, and if you want to know the truth, I'm proud of it. There's nothing not to be proud of. Bringing people sexual pleasure is a joy to me.

Well, I was with the bikers for about three weeks, living with some of them too in the large village apartment they have, before I even started to notice that some of the other chicks were jealous of me. There was this one blonde chick named Nancy and she walked over to me to talk, about my third week there.

"Look, Roni," she said, fingering my shoulder with that long pointer of hers, "me and the other girls don't mind that you're here too much, only we don't want you monopolizing the time with the guys. Fair is fair."

I think it was her pointing finger that pissed me off more than anything.

For even though her voice sounded pretty sweet, her finger was poking my shoulder hard. I pushed it away and started doing the same thing to her.

"Look, Nancy," I said, mimicking her opening, "I don't give a flying fuck what you and the other chicks think. Those guys over there are all I care about and as long as they care about me, you'd better lay off."

"Who knows how long they're going to care about you for?" she said, licking her red lips with her long tongue and fluttering her eyeshadowed eyelids.

"Fuck off," I said to her.

"You can't expect the novelty of a riding hand-job not to wear off, sweetie, and when it does, you just watch your step."

I have to admit that I was a little scared, but there was no sense in letting her know that. I made sure to sleep with Mike that night, and I could feel that Nancy seemed a little pissed about it.

As we lay in bed together I reached down and started to stroke his stiffening cock. I ran my fingers through his thick black pubic patch, moved them under so I could feel his hot nuts and ass-hole. At the same time, he was fingering my black-haired pussy and licking my nipples. I was getting lost in the feeling but I knew that I was going to have to have a talk with him.

"Mike," I whispered, squeezing his dick the way I knew he liked it, "are you ever going to get tired of me?"

He just mumbled something that I couldn't' make out because his mouth was sucking on my stiff brown nipple. I pulled his head away.

"I asked you a question," I said, looking his straight in the eye.

He slapped me across the face hard, then shoved his finger into my cunt.

"Look, bitch, no one talks to me like that. You're happy now, and that's all that counts with me, you understand? I don't talk about the future."

I could feel his fingers flicking my clit back and forth and I tried to stifle my pleasure moans a little bit because I didn't want the other ten people who were sleeping in the room to hear, particularly Nancy.

But Mike always had that incredible touch with me and as soon as my cunt started to spasm hard, he pulled his fingers out of me and slipped his loving dick in its place. I felt his hairy chest pressing against my body as we rolled over, with him on top, of course, and then the fuck was on.

I wrapped my legs around his ass and tried to control his thrusting motion, but he really knew what he wanted to do and sometimes his withdrawing buttocks were just too strong for my legs and even though I would have wanted to keep him in deeper for longer periods of time than he stayed in, he could always pull back when he wanted to.

When he kissed me it was like he controlled me and I was pretty content as my sweaty body reached what I'd call my highest orgasmic peak. When that happens I'm like jelly under anyone's touch, so fucking vulnerable.

Mike started to flood me with his come and soon I was seeing colors. When he was finished he pulled off of me, turned his back and went to sleep. I snuggled up next to him, rubbing my cunt against his naked ass. He was so warm, and I soon fell asleep.

I could tell that the other girls were getting jealous of me, too, but I didn't give a shit. After all, they meant nothing to me, and I had reasoned something out in my mind which gave me the strength to tell them off when I had to.

If, as Nancy had told me, most of them got bored of their chicks after a time, then most of those girls would be leaving before I did because they had been with the guys for a longer period of time.

I was still new flesh, so to speak, and as far as I was concerned, my jerk-off motorcycle novelty wouldn't wear off before their cunts did. I was sure that my position with those dudes was going to remain solid for a long time to come.

One day, however, there was an actual physical fight between me and Nancy. She was the one who started it, although I was the one who got the blame because all the other girls sided with her.

The blonde-bitch walked up to me one day and just started pushing me.

"You're a real cunt," she was saying. "I wonder when Mike's going to get tired of your hands on his cock. They're so ugly to me. I wonder how he even gets it up knowing those bony hands are going to touch him."

"It's probably easier for him to get it up for my hands than it is for him to get it up over that dried-up cunt of yours."

She started tearing at me with her long fingernails. Since I'd never really been into growing long fingernails, I couldn't even scratch her back. I had to use my fists. Of course, I started winning because she scratched me on the cheek and I punched that cunt in the stomach, knocking all the air out of her. Once she doubled over I shoved my elbow down on her back and she fell to the floor.

I was going to stop fighting with her then, but she still had some energy left and got up to attack me once more. I think that I had her in a head-lock when Mike and some of the other guys walked in, and they all looked pissed as shit. "What the fuck is going on here?" Mike wanted to know as two of the dudes ran over and pulled us apart.

Of course, we each started with our stories and since the other girls didn't like me, they all backed up Nancy. I wanted to kill them all when I saw what a dirty look Mike was giving me.

That night, when I climbed into his bed, I reached for his cock and he pulled away. He was limp, I could feel, as I tried to touch him, and I knew that he had already fucked someone else. It was probably Nancy. I knew it because Mike was the kind of guy who wouldn't go to bed without fucking someone. If his cock was limp, it meant he had already done it.

"Mike," I said, snuggling against his back and whispering, "I'm sorry about the fight today. But you have to believe that I didn't start it."

"I don't give a shit," he moaned. "Now leave me alone."

But his whole attitude made me realize that he did give a shit, indeed. During the next few days I was beginning to feel totally out of it. I felt like I didn't belong with them anymore. I would still go out with Mike on his bike and jerk him off, but that seemed to be the only time when we were really together.

I was thinking that things were looking up when he told us all that he had gotten tickets for this huge concert that we'd all been dying to see. It was going to be at the garden and Mike had purchased tickets for everyone, including me.

"In fact," he said to me, "you're going to be my date."

I was honored, especially when we walked into the garden arm in arm. Little did I know, however, that Mike had planned something with the girls. As I walked in that night I never would have thought that I was going to end up on the bathroom floor during the concert with an enema up my ass.

INTERVIEW TWO

The second time Roni came to see me, she was wearing a regular blouse and a pair of faded denims. She looked completely different. Her hair was styled a little better and she didn't have the same kind of unruly look she had the first time I saw her. When she spoke, however, it was easy to tell that she still had the same kind of nonchalant attitude about everything.

The concert was out of sight, until after the intermission. Mike had gotten us front seats, and we never expected anything less. We were sitting there smoking pot, popping poppers, and I think that everyone was already tripping when we got there. I know that I was. Mike was being more lovey-dovey than usual, and I remember all these times when he was rubbing my tit during the concert.

It was a trip, let me tell you. We saw about three bands before the intermission came, and when it did most of the guys split to look around and see what was happening. I decided to get up, too, since I didn't want to sit there alone with Nancy and her gang. I think that Christy, this black chick, Debra and Sue, these twins, and Sally, this other girl that I didn't know too well, were all there with Nancy.

Nancy had brought a large brown paper bag with her to the concert, and that's where she had the enema bag the whole time. I remember asking her what was in it as we first entered the garden, but she hadn't answered.

So long as I had my ticket stub, I knew that I could walk all over the place and then find my way back to my seat when the intermission was over.

The only thing was, I had to go to the bathroom really bad, and as I walked toward one of them I could see that the line went on for miles. I always noticed that with the girl's bathroom at places. There's never a line where the men piss, but there's always a long line where the women have to go.

Shit, I said to myself, I'll just wait around a while until the concert starts again and then I'll go in when the bathroom's empty.

Having settled that much, I continued walking through the crowd. I came upon some people that I knew and we blew a joint. By that time, you could hear the music blaring up in the concert hall, and people were already starting to walk back.

I said goodbye to my friends and started to walk back to out seats. Then I remembered my need to piss. I figured that I might as well go do it.

I walked back to the bathroom and sure enough, it was empty. I was really glad because I sure as hell hate to piss in a public bathroom when there are other people around. I know that you sit in the private little John and everything, but I still feel uncomfortable about doing it.

When I closed the door of the stall and locked it, I pulled down my pants and panties and started to piss. As soon as I did I heard the bathroom door opening and I knew that there was someone else out there. I looked under the door and could see a few feet and that told me it was more than one person.

I thought nothing of it. The garden was a big place and there was no reason in the world to suspect that it was Nancy and her bunch coming to get me.

I finished pissing and then I wiped myself. In the meantime, I could hear the sink running outside and I just thought that someone was washing their hands.

After I pulled up my pants I stepped out of the stall. That was when I saw the whole group there. Nancy, Christy, Debra, Sue and Sally were all standing there leaning against the sinks. Nancy was holding the enema bag behind her back.

"Hello, imagine meeting you here," the blonde bitch said to me.

I just wanted to get out of there but I wanted to wash my hands first. However, they were all blocking the sinks. I just tried to push Nancy out of my way without saying anything and that's when I felt Christy moving behind me and grabbing my arms.

I tried to fight the black girl off, but the others were on top of me before I could do anything. They knocked me down to the floor and two girls were holding my arms so that I could hardly move.

Nancy started to strip off my pants and panties, and I didn't know what the fuck was going to happen. I tried to kick her but Christy was helping to hold down my legs.

"Now, you cunt," Nancy said, moving her hands to my naked black pussy patch and pulling hard on a few tufts of hair, "we're going to give you what you've been desiring ever since you've been with us. A good cleaning out. And when we're finished cleaning you out we don't want you back."

I didn't know what she was talking about until she pulled the enema bag out from behind her back. I gasped. I had heard of enemas before but I had never dreamed that I would ever be the recipient of one.

Christy pushed my legs up in the air so that my naked ass was exposed. Then I felt Nancy pulling my white cheeks apart and shoving that enema nozzle deep into my ass-hole. There was a chilling rush of warm water in a second, and I gasped. It was the most uncomfortable thing I'd ever experienced.

I was going to open my mouth to scream, and Nancy could sense it. She quickly moved around, pulled her pants down and shoved her naked pussy over my mouth. I could hear the other girls gasping a little, since these lesbian things were not too common among them.

"I'd rather have her head muffled in my cunt than hear her screaming and get caught," Nancy said, by way of explanation. But I knew that she was into it, especially when she told me that I might as well lick her. "If I'm going to cover your face and your tongue is so near, you might as well do something."

She rammed her finger into my cunt as she pulled the nozzle out, and I knew that I had better start licking her before she did anything else to hurt me. The water in my ass-hole was killing me and I was trying to hold it in because I didn't want to make such a mess all over the place.

Her pussy was filled with cream the first time I shoved my tongue in, and that made me realize that Nancy was getting hot giving me an enema. She is such a sick cunt. Anyway, she started to frig my clit back and forth as she moved her cunt up and down on my face. She was actually fucking my tongue because I was just really sticking out and holding it out without moving it.

So she was moving up and down so that my tongue was almost like a cock that she was riding. When she started to come, her cunt walls spasming, I could feel her juices dripping out into my mouth. It was the first time I'd ever tasted a woman in my life, and I didn't think it was that bad.

Personally, I prefer dick anytime, but I had no choice in the matter.

Nancy started to bring me off to a super-orgasm, too. She didn't let her fingers stop until my cunt was flooding, and even kept them going for a long time afterwards. I knew why, too.

Once I started coming, I couldn't hold that damn water in my ass-hole. Every muscle of mine just wanted to relax and get into the feeling of the orgasm, so by the time I was finished coming I had let all the water leak out and was wallowing in it.

That's why Nancy kept me coming. It wasn't hard for her, or the other girls, to see what was happening as the water pooled up around me. In fact, most of them started to move out of the way because they probably didn't want to get wet. I can't say that I blame any of them at all because as far as I'm concerned, it was gross.

When Nancy finished fingering me, she got off me and pulled up her pants. She left the enema bag lying on the floor as she and the other girls moved to the door.

"There's a note for you," she said, pointing to the enema bag.

They were gone by the time I picked it up and read what was written.

"So long, it's been good to know you. Mike." That was all. I knew it was his handwriting because I recognized the crappy letters. And that was the last time I ever saw any of them. Sure, I could have reported the rape attack, but who the fuck would have believed me, and even if the cops did, do you think they'd try to do anything?