Case History 7
Subject: Roberta A. Age: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Roberta was a very confused girl. She wasn't sure whether she should come to me or not, and to tell the truth, I didn't think she needed assistance, because she struck me as quite mature. However, she had decided to tell someone about her experience when she was raped, and I agreed to take the time and allow her to resolve her own feelings about it.
Roberta knew that what had happened was wrong, though I know that being raped did not leave her with any traumatic scars, as is so often the case.
I wish I had the kind of mother to whom I could talk about these things, but I guess I don't. I know that some mothers would be sympathetic and understanding, but my mother doesn't really care what happens to me so long as I fulfill her notions of an ideal and well-bred young lady.
How could I tell her I had been raped? She would immediately react with shock and disgust, and though she would tell me that it wasn't my fault, deep down I know that she would take it out on me, and that would damage our already fragile relationship.
Mother just cannot understand these things, let alone Father, and that is why I need to talk to you about it.
I suppose you are thinking that I have been really traumatized by this, and that my whole life is going to be affected by it, but I don't think so. Oh, it was quite shocking when it happened, and I was very upset, but I think I'm over most of it now, though I will find out if that is true when I tell you what happened and have to relive the experience myself.
Mr. Stevenson was just not the kind of man I would have thought capable of rape. Of course, his wife had left him just the month before, and perhaps he still had to prove himself a man. I don't really wish to speculate on his needs to rape me, but I couldn't ever picture him as a man who had violent tendencies.
Mr. Stevenson is my friend Albert Stevenson's father. Albert, or Al as I call him, is a very close friend of mine. We're not engaged or even going steady, though Al has fucked me a number of times. Al is a guy I like to spend some time with, and we study together as he is in several of my classes, and we frequently go to the movies.
I had made a date, or rather just an appointment with Al to go over our history lessons. We were going to have our final examination in a week, and both of us wanted to do quite well on it. I phoned Al and he told me to come over that day at four.
Well, when I got there, Mr. Stevenson opened the door. I was surprised to see him, because I know that he works, and I said hello, and asked to see Al.
"Al isn't here," he said.
"Oh?" I was quite surprised. I had made this time available for him because he said that he would be home. "Where is he?"
"He had to run on an errand for me," said Al's father. "He'll be back shortly." I decided to wait, though had I known that Al wouldn't return until six-thirty, I would have gone on home and come back in the evening.
"I hope it won't take too long," I said, sitting myself down in one of their easy chairs. "I really do want to study for this test."
"He'll be back in a little while," said Mr. Stevenson. "Can I get you something? A drink, perhaps, or coffee?"
"Coffee will be fine," I said. I didn't want to start drinking so early in the day. My parents don't even like it if I have even so much as a glass of wine at any time.
He went into the kitchen and returned a few minutes later with two cups of coffee. I had suspected, though I didn't know until later, that he had laced his coffee with gin.
Both of us drank several cups of coffee and it was then that I began to suspect that Mr. Stevenson had put alcohol in his.
He was getting more and more drunk. I began to smell the gin on his breath, and I wanted Al to return as soon as possible.
"So, you are Roberta," he said.
"Yes." I didn't know what to say to this man. He was really beginning to reek of alcohol, and if I could have gotten up tactfully and gone home, I would have done so, but I was afraid of embarrassing the father of a good friend of mine.
He kept peering at me, and though I wasn't sure at the time I thought he kept trying to look inside my blouse and under my skirt. The way he moved every time I did convinced me that there was something funny going on, and I wanted no part of it.
"Are you sure Al is coming right back?" I asked him.
"Sure I'm sure. I wouldn't lie to you, would I? Well, would I?"
How could I answer that except by saying that I knew he wouldn't lie to me? I had a strange feeling that Al wasn't going to return for some time, but what else could I do but stay there and wait for him?
"Al-likes you," he said suddenly.
"I like Al," I said, trying to smile and remain calm. The man was getting to be very obnoxious, and I really was beginning to dis-like him.
"Al-likes you very much," he said, moving closer to me. "Do you know that Al-likes you very much?"
"Yes, and I like Al very much."
"I know you like Al very much," he said. "I know that because I know what you and he have done together."
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"Let me put it more bluntly," he said. "You put out for him. Don't deny it, I know that you let him fuck you."
"Mr. Stevenson!" I was absolutely shocked. No man had ever spoken to me like that before.
"Come off your high horse, sweetie," he said. "I know that Al has fucked you, and I can see why he-likes to fuck you. I bet your pussy is as sweet as your face."
"I don't have to put up with this," I said indignantly, "I don't have to it here and listen to you rant and rave."
"Oh, yes you do," he said, getting up in front of me and running to the door. "You certainly are going to have to stay here and not only listen to me. You are going to have to do more than listen to me."
I suddenly saw him bolt the door. I started to panic. What was he going to do to me, kill me? I had visions of him pulling a knife on me because he may have thought that I corrupted his son or something.
"Now you are going to have to stay here and listen to whatever I tell you," he said. "You are going to have to sit down, and let me whisper things into your ear."
"What things?" I asked.
"Things like this," he said as he put his mouth to my ear. I backed away, but not before he started to lick my ear. "You have a very pretty ear," he said. "I want to lick your ear and taste you all over."
"Mr. Stevenson, please let me out of here. I came here to see Al, and I don't want to stay here alone with you a moment longer,"
"You will have to, my pretty," he said. "You will have to stay here because there are lots more things that I will want to say to you."
"No. I'm leaving. Don't stand in my way. I'm going home. You can tell your son that I went home."
"You are going nowhere," he said. "Sit down before I throw you down." He came towards me and pushed me down onto the floor. "See? That's what happens to girls who don't obey me. Now I will have to start playing rough with you."
"Leave me ?lone!" I cried. "I hate you! I hate you!"
"You will love me when I am through with you," he said. "I'm going to do to you just what you let Al do to you. I am going to fuck you, Roberta. I am going to fuck you until my hot prick juice spurts out of my cock and fills up your creamy sweet cunt."
"No!" I screamed. "No, you mustn't do that. You simply mustn't."
"Oh, we'll see about that," he said with a sneer. "Well see who must do what to whom."
He threw me down again on the floor after I tried to get up, and he pressed his hands against my tits. I screamed, but he only laughed at me. I should have realized that no one would hear me.
"I'm going to fuck you, Roberta, baby! I'm going to shove my big thick prick all the way into your creamy hot cunt. I bet your pussy is really juicy, baby! I bet your fucking hot hole is so juicy, that my cock will slide in and out so easily. I want to fuck you, and there is nothing you can do to stop me."
"No! No! NO!" I screamed. He only laughed at me, and he put his hands underneath my blouse and bra, and started to squeeze my tits. I tried to bite his hand, but I couldn't do it. He was massaging my nipples, and they were getting hard and stiff in spite of myself.
"Oh, baby, your tits are such a turn-on. I love your tits. Let me see them. Take off your blouse and your bra."
"No," I said. "I will do no such thing."
"Then I will have to rip them off," he said. "I'm going to tear off your clothes and then I will lick and suck on your nipples and tits. You are a very luscious girl. No wonder that Al loves to stick his prick into you."
I knew that if I didn't remove my clothes he would Tip them, and I started to unbutton my blouse, but I wasn't doing it fast enough for him, and he began to rip off my clothes anyway. I became quite hysterical, but Mr. Stevenson didn't care one whit.
"Oh, baby," he said when he was massaging my tits, "you have the sweetest and tenderest pair of tits that I've ever seen. You are luscious, my pretty little girl, and I'm going to suck and lick you all over."
I tried to resist, but it was a futile attempt. His tongue started to cover my whole body, and I felt his hot lips sucking on my tits, and working their way down to other parts of my body.
"Mmmmm, you really taste good. I'm going to taste you from the inside now."
His tongue worked its way down to my belly. He slid his hands underneath my skirt, and pressed down onto my cunt. "Your pussy is getting wet," he said. "I can tell because your panties are already wet."
"They are not," I said. I didn't want to encourage him. I hoped that perhaps at the last minute he would change his mind and not fuck me.
"Oh, yes your panties are sopping wet. Your sweet cunt is releasing all of your hot juices. I really want to press my prick meat right into your yummy cunt hole. I am going to fuck you, Roberta, and I'm going to find out just what it is that turns my son on so much."
I couldn't move. I tried to get up, but he placed his hands onto my arms and held me down on the floor. I screamed even louder, but it was to no avail. My body was heating up despite myself. I knew that my cunt was getting wet, and I wished that there could be some way of disguising that fact.
Mr. Stevenson buried his head on my cunt after he took down my skirt. He removed my panties very gently with his teeth clamping onto the elastic. He pressed his lips onto my pussy hairs, and I felt his tongue slowly entering my juicing vaginal hole.
"You taste really good," he said as he started to suck out my cunt. "You really taste good, Roberta, and I'm going to suck you out so much that you won't have any more juices for me. You will run dry, Roberta. You will really love it as I suck you out with my tongue before I slide my penis deep into your hole.
"Oh, please don't hurt me!" I begged. "Please don't hurt me!" He stopped briefly.
"I won't hurt you," he said. "All I am going to do is to make you feel really good. I am going to make you feel so good when I fuck your sweet and juicy warm cunt."
His penis was getting quite hard, and he put my hand onto his fly. I could feel his large meat getting even larger. I wanted to touch him now, the same way that he had touched me. I wanted to suck his prick.
I couldn't believe what he was doing to me. I was sure I would be hating it, but I was wrong. I loved it. I loved it now that he was sucking out my hole, and he realized this when my juices started to flow so wildly, that I thought he might even drown in them.
"I want it," I said, meaning that I wanted to suck his cock but he thought that I meant that I wanted to be fucked.
"I know you want it," he told me, and I'm going to give it to you. I'm going to shove my big prick all the way up your fucking hot hole. You are going to love it, baby! Your sweet pussy juices will flow wildly all over my hot and thick cock."
Without wasting a single moment, he pressed his hardened penis onto my pussy lips. He forced me to spread my legs, and he slammed his dick all the way in. I screamed. Even though my vagina was really hot and juicy, the force with which he rammed my hole made it hurt a great deal, and the more he started to pound his prick into me, the more it hurt.
"Take it out!" I yelled. "Oh, please Mr. Stevenson, take it out!" I was starting to cry, but do you think he cared? No, he didn't care. All he wanted was his hot pleasure from my body, and his thing kept pumping harder and harder into me. His balls were banging against my cunt, and my pussy was getting more and more sore by the minute.
"Oh, baby, your sweet pussy feels so good. I love fucking your cunt. Your hot syrups are flowing, baby, and I love it. Don't you love it too?"
"No," I replied, but that wasn't the complete truth. I did enjoy getting fucked. His prick was so much bigger and thicker than Al's cock, and it was pleasing me a good deal more. I was really getting hot and juicy with his dong pounding my hole back and forth.
He started to lick my tits again, and this time I went crazy with desire. I wanted him to swallow up my whole body. I wanted to be part of him, and I knew that his hot tongue would send me into the wildest and sweetest of ecstasy.
"Fuck me!" I cried. I was really enjoying it now. I wanted his prick rammed up my hole, and the harder he fucked me, the harder I wanted him to. I wanted that thick stiff cock. His balls were making me go crazy. I put my hands on his hairy balls, and I squeezed them, trying to make his juice flow out of his cock and fill up my hole with his semen.
"Oh, baby, I'm really giving it to you. I'm filling up your fucking hot hole with my big fat cock. You turn me on, baby! You really turn me on!"
My ass was pounding the floor harder and harder. I knew that I would have a sore ass afterwards, but at the moment I didn't care. All I wanted was for this big man to fuck me, and he was doing it so well, I wouldn't ever want him to stop.
"More!" I cried. "I want more! I want you to fuck me harder! Ram it all the way in! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me! Fu ck me!"
My nipples were really hard and stiff, and he gave them tender little bites. It drove me wild, and I could feel a fire building inside my cunt hole. I wanted him to consume me. My vagina was oozing out my syrups, and my cunt hairs were becoming sopping wet. I couldn't stop moaning and groaning, and the more cock he gave me, the more I wanted.
His body started to shake violently. I knew that his balls were ready to release a flood of hot come into me. I wanted it. I squeezed his balls even harder, and this time it produced the effect that I wanted. I was really going wild as he started to shoot his hot load of semen into my oozing and boiling vaginal hole.
"Get fucked!" he yelled, as his prick exploded and sent forth bursts of hot thick goo. My cunt was overflowing. My clit was driving me mad. I pressed my body upwards towards him so that his meat could penetrate my hole all the way. My slit was on fire, and his juice was making it hotter. I couldn't stop shouting and writhing on the floor as his hot cock smashed into my ripe and boiling over pussy.
Roberta was beginning to get agitated now, and I realized that I would have to stop her. I didn't want her to get so carried away, that she would either break down or demand to be fucked. That was a very common problem with young girls who were telling me of how they got raped. Her hands were at her crotch, and I had to stop her before she got carried away.
She realized that things were getting a bit out of hand, and she agreed to come in the next day and continue. Her problem was not as superficial as I had first speculated.
INTERVIEW TWO
She returned and again she was as calm as a cucumber. Apparently the night's rest that she got did her some good. She was eager to continue telling me what happened to her, because she had not yet gotten to the point where her friend Al walked in.
Al was someone that she cared a great deal about, and she was quite upset that he would be very hurt by what he saw. It seemed to me that Roberta was placing a great deal of emphasis on Al's reaction to her only because she couldn't yet face her own feelings at the moment.
I think I left off just after Mr. Stevenson had come inside my vagina. Yes, that's what we were up to yesterday, but that's not all that happened. I remember feeling rather good. I hadn't expected to, and for a long time I denied that I felt good at all at what had happened, but I really did enjoy it. I don't know why it was so, but because his cock really filled up my pussy, it made me really come wildly.
The explosion that I felt inside my cunt had driven me so wild, that I thought it was the end of the world. My body seemed as if it was reaching a temperature of a thousand degrees. His hot jism filled me up so much, that it started to flow out of my cunt, and it felt as if it were a burning river dripping down my side.
"You loved it, didn't you?" he asked me with a grin on his face. I suddenly became uptight. I don't know why I objected to his knowing that I liked it, but as soon as he told me I enjoyed it, I started to deny it.
"Not really," I said. "I mean it was all right, but your cock was too big."
"Nan, you loved it," he said. "I know I did. Gosh, you really have a beautiful pussy. It's so hot and wet that my cock feels great inside it. I would love to fuck you again, baby! I would really love to slide my dick all the way inside your hole!"
"Please, once is enough," I said. I was about to get up and get dressed. I felt sure that Mr. Stevenson would finally let me go because now that he had gotten from me what he wanted, he no longer had any reason to keep me there.
"Once is not enough," he said. "I have tasted only your pussy. There is more to you than that. I want to taste your asshole and your mouth. I want to fuck you up the ass, and I want you to eat my prick."
"No!" I said. "You've gotten enough from me. You have done enough to me to last you a lifetime. I don't want you to fuck me ever again!"
This was certainly the wrong thing to say, because as soon as I said it, it made his prick hard again. Apparently he was the kind of man to whom a challenge couldn't go unmet. He was told he would never fuck me again, and that meant he would do just that and right now.
"Okay, Roberta," he said, "you think I won't fuck you again? Well you are wrong. I'm going to fuck you, and you are going to really feel good all over again."
This time I started to scream really loud. He tried to stop me, but all of a sudden the door opened. Though it had been locked, someone, else had a key.
"Al!" I screamed Mr. Stevenson seemed quite surprised. "Al! Help me!"
Al was motionless. He just stood there as his father started to press his prick into my cunt again. I couldn't believe that my friend was not coming to my rescue.
"Father!" Al finally shouted. "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like?" he said. "I'm fucking Roberta. God, she has a luscious cunt. I know why you have talked about her so much. You love to fuck her, that's why you like her. Her pussy is so juicy and luscious. I really am going to fuck her over and over again."
Al came over to us. I was sure that he was going to hit his father and protect my honor. Imagine my surprise and horror when he came over to us, and started rubbing his crotch.
"Al! Help me! Get this man off me!" Al continued to rub his fly, and then he started to unzip his pants.
"She sure does have a beautiful pussy," he said. "My cock is getting hard for it. I want to fuck you, Roberta. I want to fuck you now just like I've always fucked you."
"No! No!" I shouted. "You are both mad!
You are both crazy! Help me! Someone help me!"
Al unzipped his pants and his dick was so thick and hard, that I knew I was going to feel that cock inside of me very soon. I was going to he fucked by two thick and stiff dicks.
"I want her cunt, Father," he said. "I want to fuck her. You can get sucked off, but I want to fuck her hole."
Al pulled his father away from me. The older man didn't argue with his son. He wished he could fuck me again, but he decided to let his son have his way. Mr. Stevenson then pressed his meat against my lips, and he forced his cock into my mouth.
"Suck my cock," he told me. "If Al is going to fuck you, I want you to eat my meat. Suck me off, baby! Lick me and make me come down your throat."
I had no choice. I knew I could have bitten him, but after all, that would be a terrible thing to do, and he wasn't really hurting me. I did as he told me, and I started to suck and lick his cock.
Al was sliding his fingers into my hole. He wanted to finger-fuck me first, as he always did before he fucked me with his hard cock. I knew that he was going to ram his prick really hard into my vagina, and I braced myself for the inevitable onslaught.
"Suck it!" Mr. Stevenson shouted. "Suck my fucking hard cock meat!" I felt that huge penis pounding away inside my face. I sucked on the long shaft, beginning at his reddened cock head, and then my tongue worked its way down the length of his spear until it came to the base of his cock. Then I started to lick his balls. He screamed with pleasurable ecstasy, and I knew that my mouth was giving him as much pleasure now as my cunt had done a few minutes earlier.
Al was now starting to fuck me. He took his fingers out of my cunt hole, and he pressed his hard-on against my pussy lips. As he slowly slid his meat into my cunt, I felt my pussy walls pressing hard against his staff and I knew that my hot juices were flowing as wildly for Al as they had done for his father.
"Eat me!" cried Mr. Stevenson. "Eat my fucking hot cock! Suck that dick, Roberta! Suck me off and make me come!"
He started to fuck my face really hard. I was getting fucked two times at once. Mr. Stevenson's cock was in my mouth and his son's prick was sliding in and out of my vagina.
I could feel both sets of balls banging against me. My chin really felt Mr. Stevenson's huge and thick hairy balls, and I wanted to lick them and suck them and feel them. His balls were too big, and I realized I couldn't take in the spear at the same time as his balls.
I felt Al's cock heating up faster and faster. That was one of the problems that Al had because I remember when we used to fuck a lot, he had a lot of trouble holding off on his ejaculation. He would sometimes come right after he would plunge his penis into my slit, and I never really got a chance to boil over inside.
His prick was about to burst, and Mr. Stevenson's cock was still pounding my face when Al's dick exploded and filled up my hot cunt with his jism. He shot a good deal of cream into my vagina, and though I enjoyed getting fucked by him, I can't say that he was the greatest lay that I ever had. That honor goes to Ralph, who was the boy who fucked me for the very first time many years ago. I still love to masturbate thinking of his beautiful cock and balls.
Mr. Stevenson was also just about to come, and his prick was ready to shoot my face full of hot sperm. I knew that because his balls started to twitch and he was sighing and groaning with increasing rapidity.
"Suck that cock!" he yelled. "Suck my fucking cock! Eat me!" he begged, "eat me and lick my hard cock and hot balls!"
He rammed his penis deep into my mouth, and I suddenly saw him quiver and shake, and I knew that that hot foam was about to pour into my mouth.
"Take it baby!" he yelled. "Take it! I'm coming in your mouth, baby! I'm shooting! I'm coming with my hot cream!"
He went wild. His penis exploded violently, and I felt those hot sticky waves of creamy white juice flow into my body. I was really filled up with cream now. All that semen was making me feel rather hot, and though I knew that I hadn't wanted to be fucked in the first place, now that I was really getting those cocks and balls, it was driving me wild--.
Even after Mr. Stevenson had fucked me and then I had sucked his prick and Al had also fucked me, I still wanted cock. I started to masturbate immediately after Mr: Stevenson removed his penis from my mouth. I was going wild. They both had started something and I just couldn't help myself.
I wanted more cock. I screamed for it. I begged for it. I just couldn't get enough of their cocks and balls. The evening went on and I never did study for my history exam. I really feel guilty about that, but I guess the sex is not bothering me too much. I really don't know if I did the right thing.