Case History 5
Subject: Barbara O. Age: Thirteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Barbara had really been through a traumatic experience, and she was very disheveled when she came into my office. She didn't have an appointment, and when I heard the nurse trying to calm the girl down on the telephone, I immediately told the nurse that I would see the girl right away.
Barbara rushed into my office, and broke down and cried for a good ten minutes. She had heard of me because her older sister had been one of my patients several years ago, and I had cured that girl of nymphomania.
Barbara was sure she was a nymphomaniac also, and she begged for my assistance. I promised her that I would do what I could, but that I would need her help. When I asked her why she thought she was a nymphomaniac, she said it was because she wanted cock, but I learned later, that she had been fucked only once, and even though she said she enjoyed it, and wanted it again, I knew that this was only a defense against her feelings of guilt.
Barbara had been forcibly raped and she felt that it was her own fault. Of course it wasn't, but that is not an easy thing to convince a young girl.
I loved it, doctor! I loved it! When he rammed his penis into my hole, I just went wild with delight! Forgive me, doctor, I know it's wrong, but I can't help it. I wanted his huge body to be next to mine all the time.
I must tell you how it all happened. It happened twice. I wanted it even more the second time. I loved his prick and balls, doctor. I must have it again, and I know I shouldn't. Oh, I'm so upset. Why do I want to be fucked?
When you saw my sister Alicia a few years ago, you told her that it was all right to have sex with men as long as they didn't force themselves on her, but this guy made me suck his prick and get fucked, and I loved it. I didn't want to do it at first, but he just drove me so wild, that I had to do it again and again.
I just don't know what to do. Alicia made me call you. I must talk to you. I just must.
What happened is that my mother was out when he came over. He is so handsome and his body just drives me wild!
I shouldn't be telling you this, because not even Alicia knows, and my mother doesn't know that I know, but the milkman and my mother are having an affair.
You might be wondering what all this has to do with me, but it was the milkman who fucked me. I know it sounds strange and corny, but it's true. You must believe me, it is true.
You see, one afternoon, I came home from school early. There had been a fire drill, and since it was so late, the principal decided to let us out at two-thirty, rather than at three. Well, I went right home, and when I-got there, I heard noises in my mother's bedroom.
I tiptoed up, not knowing what I would find. The door was opened just a crack, and I peeked in and saw this guy. He looked very familiar, and only later did I realize it was the milkman.
He was naked and so was my mother, and I saw him put his penis inside her hole. His cock was ramming her cunt harder and harder, and I saw him when he went wild and spurted out his thick cream into her pussy.
No one had ever done that to me, though I knew what he was doing because I had read lots of books on sex. My mother had gotten some of them from the library, and my friend Tracy has a whole collection of pictures of boys and girls fucking. She says they belong to her brother Frank who is in the Army, but I don't know.
Any way, I knew that this man was fucking my mother, and I watched for a long while, and I began to feel itchy inside my pussy.
When I realized that they were finished, I tiptoed back down into the kitchen, and poured myself a glass of milk, and had some cookies. I didn't want them to know that I had been looking at them.
The milkman came downstairs first, and when he saw me in the kitchen he winked at me. "Just collecting the bill," he said. He looked at me up and down, and I smiled back at him. He looked so sexy standing there in his blue jeans and T-shirt.
My mother followed shortly. "Barbara! You are home early, aren't you?"
"I just walked in the door," I said. "We had a fire drill about five minutes before we were supposed to be let out, so we all just went home."
It was-a lie, but only a slight variation on the truth. Apparently she believed me, because she then offered me some more cookies. Nothing else was said, and then my mother went into the living room to get her purse so she could pay the milkman.
The milkman again winked at me. I knew that he liked me. I liked him. He was so cute, and I like cute boys. He couldn't have been more than twenty. He was young, and really good looking.
"Oh, dear," said my mother as she came back into the kitchen, "I don't have any money with me. I'm so sorry. Could you come back another time?"
"Well, ma'am, I could come back tomorrow, but that's the only day until next week. I'm going to be pretty busy all week." My mother frowned.
"I can't be here tomorrow," she said. "The Ladies' Auxiliary is having their meeting tomorrow. I promised that I would be there to set up the punch."
"I'll be here tomorrow," I volunteered. "You leave me the money, and then I will pay him."
"Oh, that's a good idea," said my mother.
"Yes, I'll be back tomorrow," said the milkman. He winked at me a third time, and he left.
"I'm so glad that he is understanding about things like this," said my mother. "Some other milkmen would just stop delivering the milk, and I wouldn't like that."
"Neither would I," I said, "because then I couldn't have my milk and cookies whenever I came home from school."
I looked forward to the next day, because I wanted to see the milkman again. He really was cute. At the time, I had no idea of what he wanted, but I just thought he liked me, and was always nice to young girls.
My mother left the money in her bureau drawer, and when I came home, I got it and waited for the milkman. He arrived shortly after I got home.
"Hello," he said after he knocked on the back door. I looked at him up and down. He was so handsome. He seemed to be eyeing me, and I was pleased that he liked the way I looked.
"Come on in," I said. "I have the money for you." I knew that I should give it to him right away, but I didn't do so, because I wanted to sit with him and look into his dreamy eyes. He had the dreamiest eyes I had ever seen.
He came into the living room with me and sat down. I was pleased that he didn't ask me again for the money and immediately leave.
"Do you want a glass of milk?" I asked him.
He laughed.
"God no!" he replied. "I sell it. I don't drink it."
"Well, then what would you like?" I asked him. I didn't know that the milkman didn't drink milk. I would have thought that he would drink more than anyone since it was free.
"What have you got?" he asked.
"Uh, I don't know. My father has liquor, but he would kill me if he knew I took some out of the cupboard."
"Where is the cupboard?" he asked. "I'll take it out and then he won't kill you."
That sounded logical to me, and I fetched him a drink. I didn't know how to make it, so he just poured a couple of things into a glass and started to drink it.
"Ann, that feels good," he said. I was pleased that he liked it. I wanted to make him happy.
He seemed to move closer to me on the sofa. I looked at him, and I knew that I would do anything he asked me to. He was really cute, and I wanted to be with him.
He picked up my hand and he held it tight. It really felt good, and when he drew my hand over to his chest, I started to rub it, just like I did with Daddy when we were kidding around.
He moved my hand down his body. I loved the way it felt, and then he put my hand onto his lap. I felt something stiff and hard underneath his pants. At first I didn't know what it was, but then I realized that it must be his penis. I knew that boys sometimes had hard penises, and I realized what he was doing.
"Uh, I don't want to touch you there," I said. I really did, but I felt that I shouldn't do it. I had never touched a boy with a hard penis before.
"Why not?" he asked. "Are you afraid."
"No, of course not. I'm not afraid of anything."
"Then why don't you want to put your hand on my lap? What do you think is there? A giant lizard with teeth?"
I laughed. "No," I said. "I guess it is your penis. I have never touched one before."
"That's exactly what is there," he said. "My cock is underneath my pants, and if you have never touched one, then you are in for a real treat."
"But I don't think I should," I said. "Why not."
"I don't know."
"Well, then let me tell you that it will make you feel really good. Here, come and put your hands just slightly lower down. There now, what do you feel?"
"Something soft and roundish like."
"My balls. You are putting your hand on my balls. Now put your hand all over my fly. Feel my cock and balls. Now doesn't that feel good?"
"Y-yes," I stammered, "it does feel good."
"It will feel better if you were to unzip my fly, and then felt my cock and balls. You could feel it even more. It will make your whole body tingle with excitement."
"Should I?"
"Of course," he said. "I wouldn't tell you to do it if I didn't think you would like it."
"Well, okay," I said. I began to unzip his fly. As soon as it had gone down all the way, his enormous prick sprung up at me. I jumped. He laughed.
"You've really never seen a cock before?" h e asked.
"Well, I've seen pictures of cocks, and I've seen my daddy naked, but I have never been so close to a really big stiff one before."
"Put your hands all over it," he said. "You will love the way it feels." I did so, and he was right. It felt so good. I just wanted to rub it more and more. He leaned back and let me play with his cock and balls.
"Now it's my turn," he said. I let go of his penis thinking that he wanted to rub his own cock and balls, but that wasn't what he meant. "No," he said, "I want to feel what you have between your pretty legs."
"I don't have a cock," I said. He laughed again. I wondered what I had said that was so funny.
"I know you don't," he said. "If you did, I wouldn't be interested. I know what you have, and that is what I want to touch."
"I don't think you should," I said. No man, except Dr. Spitz had ever touched me there before.
"Why not?"
"Because that is private," I said.
"Well, so is my penis, but you touched it," he said. "If you can touch my prick, I can touch your cunt."
"My father wouldn't like it," I said.
"He's not here. Now don't be stubborn. I want to touch your pussy. I want to slide my fingers inside your hole."
"No," I said. "I don't want you to do it."
"Yes," he said. He immediately reached underneath my skirt, and began to press his fingers against my panties. I squirmed, and tried to get away, but I couldn't. I was beginning to panic now. I didn't want him to touch me at all.
"Please don't touch me there," I said as I felt him beginning to slide his fingers into my cunt. "I don't want you to touch my pussy."
"I want to," he said. "I want to touch you all over. You have such a nice pussy. My prick is getting really hard because you have such a nice pussy."
I looked at his cock. It was throbbing and pulsating, and I felt that he was going to want to fuck me. I had never been fucked, and I was afraid of feeling his penis inside my cunt.
"You are so beautiful," he said. "You are really luscious and I want to feel your legs wrapped around me."
I tried to resist, but he was getting hotter and hotter. I knew that he wanted to fuck me, and I tried to get up and go away, but he held onto me.
"I want to shove my prick into your sweet pussy, Barbara," he said. "I want to fuck you. My prick is so hard and I have to have your cunt."
"No, please don't," I said, but he wouldn't believe that I didn't want him to fuck me. He just laughed again, and immediately climbed on top of me, and he started to slide his cock into my hole.
It really began to hurt. I started to cry, and then he quickly jabbed his prick hard into me and I felt a really hot burst of pain.
I screamed. He ignored me. I couldn't understand why he wouldn't stop fucking me, but as his penis kept pounding my hole harder and harder, I suddenly began to feel the same tingle I had felt when he had been fucking my mother and I was watching.
My vagina started to feel hot and juicy. I didn't know what was happening, but all I knew was that I was feeling really good. I loved it. His prick really made my cunt so hot and wet, that I started to beg for him to fuck me even harder.
I had hated it when he forced his penis into me, but now that his cock was sliding in and out of my greasy wet slit, I craved for his sexy body to fuck me harder.
"Please do it harder!" I begged. "I want you to fuck me as hard as you can!" His balls were banging against my hole. I went wild. I put my hands around his balls and I squeezed them as hard as I could.
He let out a shout and I guess I may have hurt him, but he continued to slide his dong deeper and deeper into my juicing hole.
My pussy lubricants were really going wild. I felt them oozing out of my vagina. It was the most wonderful feeling in the whole world. My whole body felt hot and wet and wild. I couldn't believe that this sexy man could be making me feel so good.
"How do you like getting fucked?" he asked me. "I bet your pussy is making you feel really good right now."
"It is! It is!" I screamed. "Please fuck me harder! Your balls feel so good! I want to squeeze your balls and feel your cock sliding in and out of my hole!"
He went wild as I squeezed his balls really hard. I couldn't control myself anymore. I went completely wild also. I was writhing and shaking on the sofa, and I begged for him to press his penis into me as hard as he could.
I felt him beginning to tremble, and I realized that he was going to shoot out his hot liquid into my craving body right away. He was going to come. I had never before felt a man's hot juice pouring into my pussy, but as soon as he shot his load, I knew that I would have to have it done to me over and over again.
"More!" I cried. "More! More!" I loved it. His body shook violently as his prick burst open with his hot semen. It poured thick white creamy waves of hot sperm into my cunt, and I wanted it all. I pressed him close to me, and made sure that his fucked his whole load of cream into my juicy slit.
His sperm got my young pussy hairs all wet. I loved the way it smelled on my cunt, and I wanted to lick it up with my fingers. I wanted to taste his juice.
"I'm going to give you some to taste," he said. "I'm going to give you a lot of jism to taste."
"I want it," I said. "I want to drink your hot cream."
He started to take his penis out of my cunt slit, and it was still hard. His cock was so beautiful to look at. It was really thick and stiff, and I started to play with his balls.
He put his mouth at my cunt, and his tongue made me feel really good inside. I felt his tongue enter the same hole that his prick had been in, and I wanted to lick his meat.
"I want to taste your cock," I said as he kept sucking out my pussy hole. "I want to suck your dick."
"That's what you are going to do," he said. "I want you to eat my prick and balls. I want you to suck my cock, Barbara. I love getting my cock sucked."
He turned around so that he could continue sucking on my pussy juices while I was able to take his penis into my mouth.
At first, it felt funny, and I didn't want to take it all the way in, but he forced his hard shaft all the way into my mouth, and I started to suck really hard on it. I wanted to eat his prick and balls now, and as he sucked my cunt, I licked and licked his hard spear.
"Suck that fucking cock!" he screamed. "Suck me off, baby! Suck it! Suck it! Eat my hot and hairy balls!"
I put my tongue all over his penis. His long hard shaft really felt good, though when he rammed it all the way down my throat, I thought I would gag on it.
His balls made my mouth feel funny. I got hairs stuck in my teeth, and I had to pick them out. His hard long piece of cock meat was fucking my face as fast as it had been fucking my pussy a moment before. I was going wild. I felt his tongue inside my pussy hole, and I couldn't get enough of his hard masculine body.
"Suck that cock, baby!" he screamed. "Suck it! Suck it! Suck me off!" His balls started to bang on my chin after I stopped licking them and just tongued his shaft. He was going to shoot some more of his juice into me, and I really wanted to taste it. I just loved come. I had never before tasted it, but I knew now that I would always have to have some hot juice inside my mouth.
His prick started to go really wild as he pounded my face harder and harder. He was going to shoot his come.
"Eat me!" he yelled. "Eat me! Eat me! Oh, baby, I'm going to fill your mouth up! I'm going to fill your fucking hot mouth up with my cream!"
His scum poured out of his cock and I tasted the thick white jets of foam as it poured and flowed into me. I loved it. Oh, doctor, I can't tell you how much I loved it. I don't know what I like more, getting fucked, or sucking cock.
Please let me suck cock, doctor. I know that I shouldn't be doing it, but I love it. I love it when a guy fucks me, and when he lets me eat his penis. Please let me do it. Don't tell me that I am crazy because I love to suck and get fucked.
After Alicia saw you for a while, she stopped allowing guys to fuck her vagina, and I don't want you to do that to me. I want to be able to suck as many guys as I want. Even the milkman wants to fuck me again, and I will let him stick his penis into me as much as he wants. I want to be fucked, doctor! I must have cock! I just must!