Case History 1
SUBJECT: Jill W. AGE: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Jill W. is one of the most attractive patients I have seen in a long time. She has small, almond-shaped eyes,' high cheek bones, and perfect heart-shaped lips. Her hair is long, black, and looks incredibly soft and silky.
Although she is fifteen, she has a full figure of a grown woman. Her breasts are large, rounded, and seem quite firm, while her hips curve out seductively, especially in the tight blue jeans she was wearing when she came to see me in my office.
I didn't want to tell her that it was easy to see why someone would want to attack her because she does look quite appealing and voluptuous.
One reason I kept my mouth shut on that particular item was because it was easy for me to see how nervous Jill was about coming to see me, and the one thing I wanted to try and do was set her at ease. After a few minutes, and a cold glass of water, she felt relaxed enough to start speaking, although her thoughts didn't seem quite together during this first interview and I suspect she was under doctor's sedation.
I just can't believe that anything like that would happen to someone like me. I know that's what everyone says, and it doesn't surprise me. I mean, you read about something in the newspaper and you say to yourself that these kinds of things always happen to other people, but they'll never happen to me.
I'm wrong. What can I say? Well, I never did read about enema rapists before, and maybe that was what surprised me the most. I remember that when I saw the man standing outside of my door, the very minute I opened it, I said to myself that I was going to be raped. I knew even then. The enema was what came as a surprise.
Look, I don't even know what I'm doing here. I mean, this thing upset me, but it got to my sister Nicole even more. After all, she was only thirteen and not only did the man give her an enema, too, but he raped her as well. I can't imagine my first fuck ever being like that.
Maybe I should start at the beginning, as far as my sex history. Not that I've had such an active sex life, but at least the man didn't bust my cherry and make me bleed when he shoved his cock into me. Uch, I can remember that he still had the blood from my sister on his cock when he started to fuck me and that was the most disgusting part of the whole thing.
The reason we were alone? I thought I had mentioned that. You see, my cousin was getting married. It was a Saturday night, a big affair and all, and my aunt had decided not to invite all the cousins because we have a big family. My mother said that she was just cheap and didn't want to pay for so many extra people, but I didn't care. I would have rather stayed home with my sister anyway.
My parents didn't know that I had invited Norman over, mainly because they don't seem to like him too much.
Norman and I have been seeing each other for six months, and he's the only boy I've ever been with. I'll never forget the way he seduced me in the front seat of his father's Caddy. I guess maybe I let myself lose control because of the whole aura of his father's chic, luxurious car. It happened on our third date.
He took me to a drive-in. All we had ever really done was kiss, although the kiss between the first and second date had gotten much heavier. The second time he brought me home he kissed me hard on the lips, pressing his tongue into my mouth and grinding his groin against mine. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me and I knew what he wanted. The only thing was, my parents had brought us up with all these standards and the thought of actually letting him do it to me, scared me more than it thrilled me.
At the drive-in, however, Norman had come equipped. He had a bottle of red wine in the back and we were chugging from the bottle.
I was tipsy by the time the movie started, and felt him moving closer and closer to me. He slipped his arm around my shoulders, then moved his mouth to my neck and began to nibble on my ear. I know that I was tingling all over, especially in my virgin cunt, and that scared the shit out of me.
When he touched my tit, I could feel my brown nipple perking up into a pleasurable stiffness. He started to pinch it with his fingers, still through my blouse, and for a second I closed my eyes and let myself get into the feeling.
Then I remembered everything my parents had said, and I suddenly became so cold.
"Norman," I said, pushing his hand away, "you're trying to take advantage of me. Stop that this instant or I'm going to insist you take me home."
When I think about it I even see that my' morals were the morals of the fifties. I understand now, that times have changed, but I didn't know it then.
"Are you kidding?" he asked me. "Jill, what's wrong?"
"If you do anything I won't feel right," I told him.
"Why? Why won't you feel right? Sex is the most normal thing that two people can do. It's the most pleasant thing that can happen between a man and a woman."
"You're saying that only because you want to get into my pants. I've heard about boys like you, Norman. I've heard, believe me."
"Look Jill," he said, getting very serious, "I've played your little game with you so far. The first date was a small kiss, the second date was a bigger and better kiss. If you continue playing, you're supposed to put out on this date."
"Is that what you think? What kind of girl do you think I am?"
"A beautiful, loving, and tender girl," he said, stroking my long black hair. "Look, if I had had my way, we would have made love the first time we went out, but I knew you weren't like that. Why are you so uptight about sex?"
"My parents said that...."
"Jesus, if you're going to believe anything they tell you, you're hopeless."
"What do you mean by that?" I asked him.
"Look, times have changed, morals have changed, standards have changed. I bet your parents enjoy sex just as much as everyone else, only they're too fucking prim and proper to admit it. Look, Jill, you have to come to grips with the fact that everyone is basically sexual and there's no reason to feel guilt for carrying out a feeling. Now if you can tell me that my stroking your nipple wasn't pleasurable, then I'll stop."
Really, doctor, I would have had to lie to tell him that. It was one of the most pleasant things I had ever felt. I didn't have to say anything because when I took a long pause, he knew what was happening.
He leaned over and kissed me harder on the lips, and my hand instinctively moved to his short brown hair and began to stroke it. I could feel how hot his breath was as he started to kiss his way down my neck, opening the buttons of my blouse at the same time. I could see he was excited because I wasn't wearing a bra. The smile on his face when he saw my two naked tits for the first time, stiff brown-nipples and all, was priceless. I wish I had a picture.
He moved his mouth to my right breast and began to lick my nipple with his tongue. I couldn't believe it but my nipple actually became stiffer as he started to flick it back and forth with the tip of his tongue.
My pussy was literally soaking through my panties by this time. Really, it was the most incredible filing I've ever experienced. After Norman spent a few minutes with one nipple, he moved his mouth to the other one. By this time, I could feel a fully hard bulge pressing against his pants and for one second, it scared me. But then I thought, what the fuck should I be scared of? It's only a cock and he's nice.
I wish I could say the same for the man who raped me and my sister. There was one point, I remember, when I thought that this man's cock was only a cock and he couldn't do anything to hurt me, but then I remembered the way it was covered with my sister's virgin blood and ... oh, you'll have to excuse me a second doctor. Bad memories.
There! I think I'm okay now.
Anyway, because I had that attitude with Norman, it was easy for me to just reach down and start to massage the bulge I could feel. I don't think I've ever seen someone look so satisfied in his life. I mean, he looked at me and smiled, then spoke.
"Wow, Jill, I can't believe the change that came over you in the last few minutes. It's most certainly like night and day."
"Look, if this is going to happen, it's going to happen so I like it."
By this time, Norman was already kissing his way down my belly, and although he was using one hand to unsnap my jeans, the other one was still up there playing with my nipples, tickling them and keeping them hot and stiff.
I have to admit that I was a little embarrassed when he first pulled off my pants and panties because this was the first time I was ever letting any boy see my naked cunt. I didn't know what his reaction would be, but as he started to run his fingers through my sparse black pussy patch, he smiled.
"You're so fucking beautiful down here," he said to me.
I couldn't believe it when he moved his mouth to my cunt and then started to lick me. Doctor, I have to explain things to you. I see you seem shocked to think that a girl of fifteen ... excuse me, I was fourteen at the time ... anyway, that a girl of fourteen would be surprised when someone starts to eat them out for the first time.
I led a very sheltered sex life. Most of my friends didn't talk about doing it because none of them did. When Norman had kind of talked me into going along with him, I just expected a straight fuck. You know, the cock going into the cunt. I had never really thought about his eating me out.
But he started to, first spreading my pussy lips with his fingers and then starting to lick my stiffened clit all over. I swear, I was squirming around on the leather car seat and sweating profusely because I was getting off on it so much. My pussy started to spasm fast and I started to get wetter than I had been before.
Norman went at me with the enthusiasm of ten men, I swear. He kept shoving his tongue into my cunt as deep as my thick hymen would let him, and he seemed to be savoring the taste of my pussy juices on his tongue. I could feel his solid tongue licking my cunt walls to get full bursts of cunt cream flavor.
He cupped his hands on my buttocks when I was approaching my first orgasm because I was so hot that I instinctively began to thrust my ass up and down off the seat. Holding my buttocks seemed to be the only way that he could control me and keep me from moving, because I have to admit that I was moving so fast that his mouth couldn't keep up with me.
I felt his hands rubbing my sweating back into my buttocks as I started to come.
I came in colors. By that, I mean I closed my eyes and started to see all kinds of color flashes happening before me. I saw reds and blues, and best of all, these hot pinks that made me squirm with delight.
When that part was over, Norman licked his way back up to my mouth and when I started sucking on his tongue for a few seconds, I could actually taste the sweet flavor of my pussy. I think I understood then why he had been so enthusiastic about it.
As he kissed me, I could feel him lifting his crotch off my naked skin, and I really didn't know just what he was doing until he pressed himself down on me again. He had taken his cock out of his pants and when he touched me again, I could feel his swollen dick in the flesh, pressing against my wet pussy hairs.
"Norman," I said, "do girls suck off guys like guys eat out girls?"
"Of course," he said. "Would you like to try? I want to warn you though, that I've heard the taste takes some getting used to. You might not like it."
"I like you," I said to him. "In fact, I love you. And if something like that would bring you pleasure, I can't see how I wouldn't like it."
He sat up in the front seat and I saw the way his cock was sticking straight up in his lap. I leaned over and moved closer to get a better look.
Norman's cock was about seven inches long, and quite thick. He had a thick patch of brown hair around it and his balls were in a sack that was red and covered with finer hairs. I cupped his balls and he moaned softly.
Then I moved my mouth down to his cock and started to lick it. At first, I was afraid to take it into my mouth because I wasn't sure if I would be able to take the entire thing in. So I was just licking my way up and down his shaft, and I could feel the tension in him. At one point, as I was licking my way over the tip of his cock, I tasted a drop of his come that had escaped the slit.
The flavor was delicious, like nothing I'd ever tasted, and I figured if I could get more of it and bring him pleasure at the same time, there was most definitely something good behind this whole sex thing. It was only then that I opened my mouth and slid it down over his shaft, so far that I could feel him in the back of my throat.
"My God, Jill," he moaned, "you're incredible."
I started to slide my mouth up and down the length of his shaft, and after a few times
Norman made it easier for me by thrusting. He held onto my cheeks, stroking them softly, and he started to move his cock in and out of my mouth. There was one time when I felt his cock starting to pulsate hard in my mouth and don't laugh, but I thought that there was something wrong.
I pulled my mouth away immediately and looked at him, terrified.
He started to laugh and told me that he was just about to come when I had pulled back. I looked quickly, and saw his cock throb once. Then it all subsided, except for the erection, of course. He was still hard.
"Come on," he said, "you can keep sucking it. When you feel that happening the next time, pull back just a little so you can really taste the come on your tongue. Otherwise, if I'm in too deep, it might get caught in your throat."
By this time, his pubic patch was sweaty, and each time I slid my mouth down his shaft, I could smell the most enticing odor emanating from his patch. I swear, there was so much good about sex. Not only was there the taste and the knowledge that you were bringing your partner such pleasure, but even more, there was that aphrodisiac smell, like nothing that had ever penetrated my nostrils before.
This second time, when he started to pulse, I squeezed his balls hard. I pulled my mouth back, like he had told me, and then I could feel the warm come pumping out into my mouth. I didn't really notice the color then, but I thought that the creamy consistency of it was super. I let some of it drip down my throat because I could feel more and more being pumped from his cock.
The last load was one that I kept in my mouth for a few minutes so I could really savor the sweet flavor of come. I didn't know when I would taste it next.
When I kissed him, after it was over, he told me that he even liked his taste. It was the first time that he had tasted himself in a girl's mouth and we sat there, watching the movie, waiting for him to get hard again so we could fuck, and talking about which tasted better, cock come or cunt cream?
Of course, we couldn't come to an agreement on that, because even though it was my first taste of both, I took cock come over cunt cream by a mile. Norman, of course, said that nothing compared with the flavor of a wet, seeping pussy.
"How many others have you had, by the way?" I asked him, since he was coming off like he was rather experienced.
"Only a few, only a few," he said to me.
He never did give me a set number, and in some ways, I don't know if I'd even like to know. Norman has been so helpful with my recovery from the rape and I love him even more for it.
Anyway, it took about fifteen minutes for Norman to get hard again, and even when he did and I told him I was ready, he suggested that we wait a little bit longer because he wanted to be rock-hard so he could penetrate me.
As he said that, however, he was moving his fingers to my pussy lips and'he was beginning to stroke me softly. He had licked me dry the first time, and he was trying to get me wet for this fuck.
"It's going to be so much easier if you're lubricated with your own cunt juices," he said. "Some people use creams, so I've heard, but there's nothing like the real thing for lubrication."
He didn't even have to talk about it too long, for by the time he had said those words, I was soaking wet again. Norman even told me something about his being happy that I had such a responsive pussy, and making him happy made me happy, too.
He made me lie back gently and then he spread my legs. I have to admit that the position was quite awkward for a first fuck, for even though it was a Caddy it was still pretty tight in the front seat.
Then Norman took hold of his thick cock and started to rub it against my pussy lips. When I first felt that, I could feel my cunt muscles beginning to spasm immediately. It was so incredible. There was such a warmth to his cock that I knew the fuck was going to have to be outrageous.
He slid into me a little, and I could feel my cunt muscles stretching to take him in. But I was so wet that the whole thing was rather easy.
I wrapped my legs around his hairy ass and started to push him in more, tightening them as I did it. I made him push his way in even deeper, and then he came against a stop. I could feel it. His cock had come up against a barrier, and that barrier was my own maidenhood. That's what my mother used to call it.
"This might hurt a little," he said to me.
"I know it doesn't have to," I said, kissing him. "You seem to have a way of making everything so nice. Make this nice for me, okay?"
"Okay," he said, and then he started to kiss me hard on the mouth.
It was feeling really good, until he took my lip between his teeth and started to bite it. I could feel his hairless chest pressing against my tits and his cock in my cunt, but the pain on my lips were beginning to overtake everything.
I started to push at him, trying to push him away. My lip was throbbing at the time and I was thinking about the things that my mother would say when I got home and she saw my swollen lip. I knew she'd start yelling at me and telling me that I was nothing more than a cheap slut, because she had once said something like that to me when she found out I had kissed a boy on the lips.
See what kind of family I come from? They're crazy.
Anyway, I was concentrating on my swollen, aching lip so much, that I hadn't even noticed the fact that Norman had finally penetrated me. It wasn't until he let up and I felt him starting to move in and out of me, deeper than before, that I knew he had busted me open. I was no longer a virgin, and there hadn't been any pain at all.
Except for the pain on my lip, but I'm sure that was much better than the pain you're supposed to feel when you're hymen is busted.
I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter inside, and I really didn't know that it was because of my blood until the whole thing was over. I didn't really care, either, because Norman had given me what he had promised. My whole body was bursting with sensation and it was all emanating from his cock moving inside of my cunt. I could feel the thick cock bone rubbing over my clit and my cunt walls were spasming tightly around his bulge.
We were both moaning and breathing harder than ever. Really, I'm surprised that no one in the cars next to us looked over, although, even if they did, I probably wouldn't have noticed. We did have the windows up, which must have made the car look suspicious anyway because it was hot outside, but we were also moaning so loud that I'm sure people in the next cars had to have heard us.
The first time Norman's cock started to pulsate in my pussy, he slowed down a little.
He said that he didn't want to come right away, and I really don't know why because I think that I was ready to take a few shots of his come. I mean, I was imagining what it would feel like, and the only thing I had to equate it with was the way I remembered the come shooting into my mouth.
I remembered the warm creamy burst and I thought that something like that would make my cunt feel sensational. My thoughts turned out to be accurate in the end, because that's exactly how I felt.
But he didn't come right away. I don't know how long we were fucking for, but I do know that we missed more than three-quarters of the movie and had to sit through it again.
When he started to pulse inside of me a second time, he didn't stop. I remember the way he started to lick my ear, then flick his tongue in and out of it, just as his cock started to shoot inside of me.
I'll never forget that warm feeling that came over my body as his cock started to empty his love cream into me. It was a sign of love, too, and that's why I called it 'love cream.' I mean, I've never felt so close to Norman in my life as I did that first time when we started to come together.
His whole body was making all my nerves tingle. I mean, it was like all my nerve endings were exposed and his touching them was sending burst after burst of pleasurable sensations through me. I'm sure he was feeling the same way because I could feel how much his body was sweating and it was pretty close to mine.
Norman kept pumping even after his cock started to go limp inside of me, and it was really amazing to feel him going limp in my pussy tunnel. It was a nice feeling as my cunt walls squeezed his warm, semi-flaccid dick.
Now the reason I went into so much detail about that first time, is I want you to have some kind of an understanding as to where I was at, sexually, when I was raped by this enema bandit. As I've said, I expected him to fuck me from the minute he hit me across the face and burst his way into our house.
I can't say that I expected him to do the same to my sister. He did get to her first. I remember opening my eyes and hearing her screaming, then looking over and seeing her face-down on the carpet with her naked ass up in the air.
The man, who was masked at the time, was shoving an enema nozzle between her buttocks and I knew that he was flooding her with water. I couldn't imagine what it felt like nor did I expect that I was to be the next recipient.
I just remember my sister's screaming, and I started to feel bad because before the man had entered, the two of us had been talking. I had wanted to prepare her for the fact that Norman and I would probably sneak off to the bedroom and fuck. I knew that if I didn't, she would certainly tell my mother and father when they got back.
I wanted her to understand sex, and the pleasures involved in sex, just so she would understand why I was doing it. The only thing was, there was a knock on the door in the middle of our conversation, just before I was going to tell her about the actual physical parts of sex, and then the man knocked me out.
She was raped without knowing that fucking can feel good, and I just can't help feeling guilty about something like that. I mean, it isn't my place to have to tell my sister about sex. It's my mother's place, really, but I know that she would never bring herself to do it. God, the whole thing's so fucking sick!
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Jill came to see me, she seemed a little more self-assured, and I was glad to see it. The first time she had come was only a few days after the incident, but a week's passing had probably given her a good deal of time to think things through and maybe she had come to grips with things.
When she came to see me, she was wearing a dungaree dress and I had to admit to her that she looked quite sexy in it. Her hair was up in a tight bun because it was rather warm outside, and she looked older and more mature that way.
My parents left the house that night by seven-fifteen, even though the reception was only ten minutes from the house by car. My father's the kind of man who always-likes to be the first one at an affair.
Anyway, I was expecting Norman over at eight-thirty, and my sister Nicole was sitting in front of the television, glued to whatever shit was on.
Nicole is very, very good-looking. She had red-brown hair, depending on the light she's in, and the longest eyelashes I've ever seen in my life. For a thirteen-year-old, she happens to have a terrific figure, too. Her tits aren't as big as mine are now, but they're bigger than mine ever were when I was thirteen.
I'm sure that she'll have bigger tits than me in a few years. Oh God, I shudder when I think about it. I mean, she could derive such pleasure from those tits of hers but I wouldn't be surprised if she's turned off to men for the rest of her life. I know that I'd probably be if I lost my cherry the way she did.
Anyway, as I was watching her in front of the television, I suddenly decided that I'd better tell her some things. I think I mentioned last week why I thought I should tell her. She still believed all those things that my mother used to feed us about sex and I knew that if Norman and I snuck off to the bedroom, she would start saying something.
"Nicole," I said, "I want to tell you something. When Norman comes over tonight we're probably going to go to my room and go to bed together."
I'll never forget the look on her face. It was as if I was the biggest sinner in the world. Her jaw dropped open a mile wide.
"What? You mean that you've done this kind of thing before? Oh my God, Jill, that's the most disgusting thing I've ever heard of. I can't believe you would do such a thing."
"Nicole, there's nothing wrong with it."
Do you know what I felt like? I felt like I was Norman the first time I did it with him. I swear, she was a mirror-image of the way I was and I was now trying to convince her that it felt good.
"Have you ever touched yourself and felt pleasure from it?" I asked her. "What do you mean?"
"Sometimes, when it's cold, I know that my nipples get stiff. Haven't you ever touched your nipples when they got stiff and felt a pleasant tingle?"
"Jill, please, don't say things like that," Nicole said, and she was even covering her ears so she wouldn't hear me. I reached over and grabbed her hands.
"Nicole, there is nothing wrong with it. One day you're going to understand because it's going to happen to you. When it does, you'll remember this talk we had and you'll come running to me with an apology. But right now I'm not looking for your approval."
"What are you looking for then?" she asked.
"I just want to make sure that you're going to keep your mouth shut, that's all. I don't want you telling mom or dad about this."
She didn't say anything. Instead, she turned back to the television and started to watch. I don't remember how much time went by before she turned around again, touched my leg, then looked up at me.
"Maybe you're right," she said. "I talk to some of my friends and they say that sex is nice. I've been thinking that mom wouldn't ever say sex is nice, just because of the way she is. I guess you are right."
"Oh, I am," I said to her. "Look, I was scared the first time it happened, a little. But once it was happening and we were in the middle of it, there was no reason to be scared. There's no reason to be scared of something that's going to feel so good."
"Tell me what it feels like," she said to me.
I was just about to, right at that moment, but then the doorbell rang. I told her that I'd tell her in a minute, thinking that it was Norman at the door and he would even be able to help me explain some things.
Well, it wasn't Norman at the door. I flung it open and this lecherous looking man was standing there. He had brown hair and a mask across his face. He wore a long brown trench-coat, and that was really all I took in at first.
"Who the hell are you and what do you want?' I screamed at him, and all of a sudden I felt his fist smash into my face. I couldn't believe the force behind the blow. It sent me reeling to the floor and I know that I passed out because when I woke up, he had already gotten things started.
The first thing that I heard was my little sister's muffled cries of pain, and my vision wasn't clear enough for me to see what was actually going on. I could see that the front door was closed, and when I squinted I noticed that the chain had been slid into the lock. I wanted to reach up for it, open the door and run for help, but I could hardly raise myself up to my feet.
By the time I realized that I didn't have the energy to get up and open the door, my vision had cleared some, and that's when I was able to see what he was doing to my sister. It was incredible.
He had her face-forward on the carpet, and I didn't notice until later that he had tied her hands together. What I could see was this: My sister's ass was raised up off the floor, since he had propped her on her knees. Her pants and panties had been pulled down to her knees so that her naked ass was exposed.
I squinted even more and I could see the man holding the enema bag in his hand. The minute he rammed the nozzle into her ass-hole, and he did it with a tremendous force, she let out a long scream, louder than the others but still muffled.
The man was laughing his head off as he watched my sister squirm in torment. Then I noticed something else. His trench-coat was open now and he wasn't wearing any pants under it. I could see that his cock was hard, long and thick.
The only cock I had to compare it with was Norman's, and this one looked so much larger, and as a result, so much more terrifying.
"All right, you bitch," the man was saying, in a low, hushed voice, "you love this, don't you? Yeah, baby, you love to be filled. And you're going to love it even more when I start to fuck you. Yeah, you'll love being fucked."
When I heard that, I started to crawl toward the living room where this whole thing was taking place. When the man saw me, he smiled at me in the most depraved manner.
"Oh, it looks like big sister's come to join the party," he said, and I saw the way he was stroking my sister's virgin pussy from behind as he continued to fill her with water from the enema.
"Please leave her alone," I moaned. "Please, she isn't experienced."
He reached over and grabbed me by the hair, pulling me closer to him. I had to crawl fast, for I thought he'd surely pull my hair out of my head in large tufts. He slapped me across the face once more.
"You'll wait your turn, honey," he said to me.
The second smack in the face didn't knock me unconscious, but it did knock any energy out of me that I had managed to build up since coming out of my first state of unconsciousness. I could only lie there and watch what he was doing.
He was rubbing his cock against my sister's buttocks, and then I finally saw him pull the dripping hose out of her anus. When she started to let the water leak out he smashed his open palm against her buttock and screamed at her.
"You'd better hold it in, kid, or else I'll kill you."
I gasped when he said that. I couldn't believe that he would threaten her like that, and I think he really intended to carry out his threat. I reached over and began to stroke my sister's soft hair.
"It's going to be okay, Nicole, it's going to be okay. It's not like this at all. It's never like this. He's being brutal."
"Shut up," the man said, spitting his words out at me.
Of course, Nicole did. I saw the man spitting into his hand then and rubbing thick wads of saliva all over his swollen purple cock. Then, before he gave her any notice, he rammed his way into her cunt from behind.
I could see her whole body spasming with pain after that first thrust, and the rapist didn't even wait for the pain to subside. He started to thrust his thick cock in and out of her cunt with a fiery fury. I could tell by the look on his face that he was getting off on it.
"Hey, you feel like a fucking water bed," he said to her.
I noticed that his cock was already coated with her virgin blood as he pulled himself out. Of course, he never pulled himself all the way out because he wanted to fuck her until he came. I could tell by the look on his face.
I kept stroking my sister's hair because I didn't know what else to do. I had thought, again, of getting up and running for help, but I was too weak and I knew that the minute I would move to get up, the man would knock me down and get me.
I felt so bad, for all I could do was sit there and watch him rape the shit out of her. I could see his whole body getting tense right before he was going to come, and he pulled out of her cunt and started to jerk himself to his orgasm. I saw his white come shooting out on my sister's back, and then, as the ejaculations started pumping with less force, the come landed on her buttocks and on her ass crack.
You should have heard him moaning. He was so animalistic that I thought he wasn't human at all. He whipped his cock against her ass a few times as he squeezed it to get the last drops of come out. Then he just pushed her forward so she was lying flush against the floor, and started on me.
"Come on, we need a refill," he said, standing up and pulling my arm with one hand while his other hand reached for the enema bag.
It was only then, as my sister rolled over, looking like she was in terrible pain, that I noticed the way he had tied her hands together at the wrists. She looked at me with pained eyes as he dragged me off to the kitchen.
I didn't try to fight him, for I thought that my sister would try to call for help, now that she was left alone in the living room. Of course, she couldn't do that because he had pulled the phone from the jack. Besides, she could hardly even move. After he was finished with me and had left, I ran into the living room and saw my sister lying on the rug, rocking back and forth, moaning in her own shit. She had held the enema in during the fuck, but had let everything leak out once he was gone.
When I was alone with him in the kitchen, and he was filling the orange enema bag, I thought of trying to reason with him.
"Please, why do you want to do this?" I asked.
"Shut up," he said to me, then slapped me again.
I watched the rubber enema bag expand to almost twice its thickness as he let it fill with water. I knew he was going to expect me to take the whole thing in, even though I didn't think I would ever be able to do it.
While he was filling up the bag, he pushed me on my knees and demanded that I start sucking his cock. I could see my sister's virgin blood on his flaccid dick and my stomach started to churn. I turned my head away, and he pulled me by the hair, then shoved his limp dick right against my mouth.
"Open your fucking mouth before I break your jaw," he said.
I could taste the blood as soon as his dick was in my mouth, and I licked most of it off fast so that I wouldn't have to taste it for too long. I kept sucking and sucking, thinking that the faster I brought him off, the faster it would all be over.
The only thing was, he wasn't getting hard at all. His dick remained flaccid throughout my sucking, which wasn't too long.
He only had me suck him until he had taken the enema bag away from the water tap. Then he pulled his cock out of my mouth and pushed me down to the tile kitchen floor. He rolled me over on my back and ripped at my pants and panties, yanking them down around my legs.
"I don't think I have to tie you, do I big sister?" he asked. "You seem like you're going to be a lot more cooperative than junior was."
With those words, he rammed the enema nozzle up my ass-hole. I couldn't believe how much it hurt, especially because of the force behind it. He had filled it with warm water, and as I felt it shooting into me it did relax me a little bit. The only thing was, I never thought I'd be able to hold it in. Even as it was rushing inside of my ass-hole, I couldn't help but think that I was ready to expel it then. I knew that the minute he took the nozzle out, I would let it all out.
I didn't think I'd be able to do anything to hold it in. The nozzle seemed to be acting as some kind of cork, also, and that cork was keeping the water in my ass.
"You'd better hold it in, you bitch," he said, threateningly.
Then he slapped his cock against my buttocks, and I could feel how hard he had gotten. Obviously, that enema did something to him to make him rock hard for it hadn't been in me for more than a minute when he slapped me with, his dick.
"Oh, yeah," he was moaning, "you're sure to be more experienced than your little sister, aren't you? Yeah, I figured that big sister had fucked her brains out with many people before. You look the type."
There were so many things that I wanted to say to him, but I couldn't say any of them without cursing him out. I kept my mouth shut for that reason. I was in bad enough condition as it was and I didn't want to do anything to fuck myself up further.
The enema filled me up fast and I felt like I was some kind of balloon. I swear, I never had to go to the bathroom so bad in my life, and as he pulled out the hose I clenched my ass muscles tight to try and keep from leaking. He stroked my buttocks and that didn't do a damn thing to help me.
"Are you wet inside?" he asked me.
"My ass is soaked," I said to him.
"I'm talking about your cunt, you stupid bitch. I know your ass is wet."
I don't know where I got the balls to say what I said next, and I'm sorry that I ever did.
I had the bruise on my cheek from the punch he gave me after I said it for three days longer than any other bruise.
"How the hell do you expect that my cunt's going to be wet?" I asked him. "Do you think your sickness is turning me on in any way?"
Then he socked me across the face. After that, he just rammed his cock into my cunt, and it was a dry run all the way. I could feel his cock skin chafing my pussy tunnel and it felt like he was ripping at my cunt skin.
I could also feel something else. He wasn't hitting my clit at all from that doggie-style position, and I was able to move my hands between my legs and do something about that.
I could feel my stiffened clit and I started to pinch it and rub it back and forth in order to make myself wet. Of course I was hitting his cock with my fingers and he must have thought that I was doing it all for that reason.
The lunkhead probably never even realized what a clit is. He probably doesn't even know how to satisfy a woman, for if he had, he surely would have known that I'd never get wet from the way he was fucking me.
Of course, I didn't think about him fucking me as I tried to masturbate myself into some kind of wet climax. I don't think that I ever would have been able to achieve anything had I thought about him fucking me. I mean, the whole thing was so disgusting and he was such a fucking brute that he wasn't turning me on at all.
And of course, it was hard to fantasize about something else when you could feel that water splashing back and forth inside of you each time his groin slapped against my ass. It was terrible.
I can honestly say that the worst part about the whole thing was the wheezing noises he was making as he fucked me. I mean, I didn't think that it was his cock. I was fantasizing that it was Norman's, of course. But each time he started to wheeze and moan, something that you wouldn't believe until you heard it, I was reminded that this bastard was fucking me.
He didn't even try to hold back, and the first time his cock started to pulsate hard in my cunt, he just kept going until he was filling me with his come. I can't say that it upset me that he didn't try to hold back. I mean, I would have preferred him to come even faster, just to get the whole thing over with. As soon as he was finished coming he just pulled his way out of me and pushed me down flat against the floor.
His two hands started to massage my fleshy white buttocks, hard, and I could feel myself beginning to drip. I really didn't care, and obviously, he didn't either, so long as the fuck was over. He spread my ass cheeks wide apart, as if he wanted to see the actual leakage of piss and shit, and everything else I had inside of me.
Then the front doorbell rang, and I glanced up at the clock. It was Norman, I knew, for it was eight-thirty and he was always precisely on time.
The doorbell ringing scared the shit out of our enema rapist, for he just picked up his bag and ran to the back kitchen door. I looked up at him, just as he was closing his trench-coat. He smiled at me, the bastard.
"Well, kid," he said, "it was certainly nice fucking you and your sister. Remember me when this you see."
Then he held up the enema bag so I could get one last glance at it, and he was opening the back door and running out that way. I just lay there, listening to the front doorbell ringing again and again. Finally, I managed to sit up and when I did I could feel the water dripping out of my ass-hole even faster.
You're not going to believe what I did next. I knew that Norman would get upset if I didn't answer the door fast, and I wanted him inside to help me get things settled. So the first thing that I did was hop onto the sink and I just started to let everything out there. I know that shitting in a sink sounds disgusting to you because it certainly sounds disgusting to me, but I didn't have time to think about it then.
After I was empty, I ran to the front door, pulling up my pants on the way. When Norman looked at my face, he could see all the bruises. He knew that something was terribly wrong, and then he heard my sister moaning.
That was when I looked over and saw her groveling in her own shit. Norman seemed a little embarrassed to see her lying there with her legs spread and her cunt exposed, but he did help me get her to the bathroom.
We called the police later, and they were still at the house when my parents came home. By this time, we had both emptied ourselves and I had cleaned up the carpet stains as best I could. Of course, my mother was shocked that such a thing like this could happen, and that pissed me off.
For the first few minutes she stood there, incredulously, repeating herself.
"No," she was saying, "it just didn't happen. Things like this don't happen to my little girls."
I wanted to slap her. Because I know that it's her shitty attitude which is keeping my sister from getting over it. Nicole hasn't been the same since and I'm trying to help her come to grips with what happened. I really hope I can. She's so sweet and I love her so much. I want her to grow up normal.