Case History 1
Subject: Arlene F. Age: Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Arlene was terrified when she walked into my office. She just stared at me with the eyes of a frightened animal. I knew that it would be best if I just said nothing and waited for her to calm down, which she did after about ten to fifteen minutes. She still looked as if she thought I was going to attack her, and though I now know why she felt like that, at that time I knew that something really terrifying must have happened to her.
She was not coherent at first, and even later she still seemed to have trouble articulating her innermost feelings. I have taken the liberty to piece together the patches of her story so as to enable the reader to follow along. Had I not done so, and presented the transcript verbatim, I'm sure that the casual reader would give up as hopeless any attempt to understand Arlene and read on to the next case. What follows is, however, the essence and substance of what she said to me.
You aren't going to rape me, are you doctor? Please don't rape me. It hurts when I get raped. I don't like it. I mean when Mr. Trumbull stuck his cock inside my pussy, I started to cry. It really hurt me. My cunt really made me all upset.
I know that when I get fucked with love my pussy doesn't hurt, it feels really good, but when I am forced to lie down and spread my legs so that some guy and shove his penis into me, I really feel pain inside my pussy.
I don't know why he did it to me. Why me? There were lots of other girls in the class. I'm not the only one. A lot of the girls are prettier than I am, and he could have had all of them. Maybe he did have them and it was just my turn, but I'm really upset over it. I would tell my mother and father, but they would beat me. I know they would. I just don't know what to do.
It happened last Thursday. Mr. Trumbull is my teacher. He's one of my teachers anyway, and I not only have him for math, he is my home room teacher at school. It was just as we were about to all go home and we went to our home room to get our coats that he first came up to me. Oh, doctor, I don't want to go into this all over again. Please don't make me tell you. I can't. It's too painful.
Well, I guess I'm all right now. Thank you. I may get really upset talking to you, so please understand. Mr. Trumbull has always kept his eye on all the girls in the class. Even Bobby, the boy who sits next to me noticed that only the girls were getting good recommendations in class and he thought it was the girls who put out for him.
Bobby told me this and I told him it wasn't so. I said that Mr. Trumbull hadn't ever fucked me or even indicated that he wanted to. Bobby didn't believe me because Mr. Trumbull had given me an A in math, and had written some nice things about me to my parents.
Bobby was sure that Mr. Trumbull had fucked me. He was really upset about it, because I had told Bobby that I hadn't been fucked by anyone but him, and he now told me I was lying. I started to cry, and Bobby apologized. I guess he really thought that Mr. Trumbull had fucked me, and I promised Bobby that it was only his cock and balls I was interested in, and that no one else would ever get near my pussy hole.
Well, I really was keeping my promise. I didn't let anyone, not even Tony, who promised to buy me a hamburger and coke if I would spread my legs for him. I wouldn't let Tony inside my cunt, and I certainly wasn't going to allow Mr. Trumbull to slide his dick into my hole.
Bobby and I are really close, and I want to marry him someday when he gets out of medical school. He is going to be a doctor, and he would practice playing doctor with me. It was a lot of fun, especially when he would examine my vagina. I would play nurse and stroke his prick to make him feel better.
We had lots of good times together, and I knew that my cunt would only be for Bobby. I didn't want anyone else to have it.
Bobby got sick one day, and he didn't come into school. I was going to go over to his house right at three o'clock, because that's when we get out of school. He had a virus or something and I knew that he would be out for several days.
Mr. Trumbull saw that I was in a hurry to leave school, and he stopped me just as I was putting on my coat.
"Oh, Arlene," he said, "could I speak with you just a moment please?"
"Uh, sure, Mr. Trumbull," I said, "but I'm in a hurry to see Bobby. He's sick and I would like to go over there now."
"You sure like Bobby, don't you?" he said to me.
"Yes, Mr. Trumbull," I replied. "I love him. I'm going to marry him when he gets out of medical school."
"That's very nice, Arlene," said Mr. Trumbull. "That's very good news. I'm glad that you like him so much. I only hope that he-likes you as much as you like him."
"Oh, he does," I exclaimed. "We love each other very much."
"Because you are a very-likeable person," he said. "You are a really nice girl, and I'm glad to see you happy. Does he make you happy?" he asked.
"Yes, he makes me very happy."
"Good. I would hate to see you unhappy." I was pleased that my teacher was telling me all this. I was glad that my teacher liked me, and even though he was saying all these nice things to me, I wished that he would let me go so I could go and visit Bobby.
"I'm leaving now too," he said. "Shall I walk you part of the way?"
"Oh, that would be very nice," I said. "I'm really in a hurry."
"How are you going? Which way do you walk?" he asked.
"Well, I'm going to go through the park to Bobby's house," I said. "It's shorter that way."
"What a coincidence!" he exclaimed. "That's just the way I'm going. Come on, we'll walk through the park."
I was pleased. We walked through the park and he held my hand. I let him do it because I knew that he liked me and that he didn't want to see me get hurt, you know, like fall or anything. A couple of times he wanted to go and sit behind a couple of trees, telling me that he just loved to look at the trees and the sky. "It's so close to nature," he said, but as I was in a hurry, I just wouldn't go into the bush with him.
He seemed a bit upset when I wouldn't sit down next to him and I realized that it was so late I started to break into a run. "See you tomorrow!" I called out as I broke away from him and ran all the rest of the way to Bobby's house.
Mr. Trumbull looked really upset that I got away so quickly. I guess he just wanted to take a nice stroll and I couldn't really join him in that.
I saw Bobby that afternoon, and though we couldn't make love like always, because he was sick and his mother was coming home soon, I promised him that as soon as he was better, I would spend a whole weekend with him and he could fuck me ten times if he wanted to.
I promised to see him right after school the next day, and I went home. The next day in school, I was also in a hurry to leave, and this time, Mr. Trumbull came over to me and told me to sit down. "You are always in a hurry, young lady," he said, "but today you will not be able to leave."
"But why?" I asked. "I want to see Bobby."
"Bobby is sick," he said.
"Yes, that's why I want to see him," I told my teacher.
"Well, if he's sick, he isn't going to go anywhere," he said. "Sit down. Take your coat off. I have to talk to you."
"Couldn't it wait?"
"No."
What could I do? I took my coat off and was getting really upset. I wished there was a way I could contact Bobby and tell him I would be late. "What did you want to speak to me about?" I asked Mr. Trumbull.
"You ran away from me yesterday," he said. I didn't understand and told him so. He scowled at me. "I don't like it when girls run away from me."
"But Mr. Trumbull, I had to see Bobby."
"You were with me. You ran away."
"I told you I was in a hurry. You were walking so slowly. I was late."
"That's no excuse," he said. "You ran away. I was holding your hand and telling you how nice I thought you were. I don't think you are so nice anymore. I don't think you are the same girl I used to like."
"Well. . . " I didn't know what to say.
"You don't act nice anymore. I bet you don't even act nice to Bobby."
"Oh, yes, I'm very nice to him. I really am."
"How nice?"
"Very nice. I like him a lot."
"Do you let him fuck you?" I blushed. I couldn't believe my teacher would be asking me such a question. I stammered for a bit. "Well? Does he fuck you? Is your pussy full of his cock juice?"
"N-n-not right now," I said. I didn't know what to say. I was confused.
"Of course not right now," he said, "but obviously he does fuck you. He fucks you because you are nice to him, right?"
"W-well, yes," I said.
"When we were nice to each other, you never let me fuck you. You weren't that nice to me."
"But Mr. Trumbull, he's my boyfriend."
"I was your friend too, until you ran away from me yesterday. I don't like it when girls don't want me to be their friends. I want to be your friend, Arlene, and I want you to be nice to me. You are going to have to be as nice to me as you are to Bobby."
He looked around the room and saw that it was empty. He went over to the door. I thought he was going to leave, but instead, he locked the door. He pulled the shades down over the windows and came back to me.
"Well, now, Arlene," he said. "I would like you to be as nice to me as you are to your boyfriend Bobby." I didn't know what he was driving at, until he put his hand on my shoulder. I tried to brush it off, but I couldn't do it. He was holding onto me very tightly.
His hand started to slide underneath my blouse. I could feel his hands on my breasts. "You aren't wearing a bra," he said. "That's good. Your body feels so nice and warm."
"Don't!" I cried. "Don't do that! I will scream if you do that."
"No one will hear you," he said. "No one will hear you scream because there is no one on this floor. We are alone, Arlene, and I want something from you. I want to touch you all over."
I pulled away from him and I ran to the other end of the room, but I couldn't escape. He ran after me and caught me. "Don't try to run!" he shouted. "I will only catch you and that will make it worse for you. Now, Arlene, let me continue."
He pushed me down onto one of the chairs. He stood up next to me and kept his hands down inside my blouse. He started stroking my tits harder and harder. He squeezed and massaged my nipples, and I was becoming frozen with fear.
From the look on his face, I knew that he was getting really excited. I glanced down at his fly and saw that it was bulging. His prick was getting hard because he was rubbing and touching my nipples and tits.
"I want your body," he said. "I want your whole body. I want to fuck you, Arlene. I want to fuck your hot pussy with my hard prick."
"No!" I cried. I tried getting up, but he was too strong for me. I screamed. He laughed. I was becoming more and more terrified, and I didn't know what to do.
He picked me up off the chair, and pulled me to the front of the room where there was a large open space of floor. He pushed me down onto the floor, and then started to lie down next to me.
I thought that maybe all he really wanted to do was kiss me, because he put his lips against mine and forced his tongue into my mouth. Well, if that was all he really wanted, I saw no harm in that, particularly as I really had no choice in the matter. I allowed him to kiss me as hard as he wanted.
His prick was getting harder and harder. I could feel his stiff dick pressing onto my body when he climbed on top of me. I knew then that he really did intend to fuck me. He was only getting himself hotter by kissing me, and maybe he thought that I would get hotter too.
He started to remove my blouse. I felt tears coming to my eyes, and I thought of Bobby. I wished that Bobby were there. He would protect me. He wouldn't let this mad maniac fuck me and stick his pecker up my hole.
"No, don't!" I pleaded. "No, please don't!"
"Yes," he said sinisterly. "Yes, I am going to fuck you. Oh, Arlene, your tits really turn me on. They are so soft and supple, so ripe and fleshy. You have really big tits for a girl your age. Your nipples are so nice and round. I want to suck your tits, Arlene. I want to draw out all the juice from your sweet and luscious nipples."
He started kissing my tits. My blouse was off completely, and I felt his hot and wet tongue all over my breasts. I wanted him to stop, but there was no way I could get him to stop.
"Oh, Arlene, I want to eat you all up. I want to lick you all over. I want my mouth to suck on and lick out every corner of your body. I'm going to eat you up, Arlene. You really turn me on so much. I want to taste you all over."
He started licking my body from my neck down past my tits until he got to my belly. Then he began to undress me completely. He started to remove my skirt and as he was doing so, he slid his fingers underneath my panties.
"Your cunt feels so good to me," he said as he placed his hands onto my cunt hairs. "Your sweet pussy is just what I want. I want your hot and wet pussy to feel so good around my stiff cock. I'm going to fuck you so nice. You will want my cock instead of Bobby's prick and balls."
"Never!" I cried. "I will never want your prick instead of Bobby's. I will only want Bobby's penis inside my hole."
"HA! We'll see about that! We'll see whose cock you will prefer. I'm going to fuck you really hard, Arlene, and I'm going to make your cunt hole desperately crave for my dick and balls. You will love it when I fuck you."
I knew I would hate it, but I couldn't make him believe it. All he wanted was to slide his dick into my cunt slit, and there was nothing I could do to make him stop.
He pulled down my panties. I screamed as I felt his wet tongue pressing against my pussy lips. I didn't want him inside my hole. I was beginning to feel real panic. I hated it. I hated it especially when he started to suck and lick out my cunt hole.
"Oh, Arlene, this tastes so good! I love sucking your pussy! I love eating your hot cunt! I want to suck and lick your sweet hot pussy for hours." I felt his tongue sliding in and out of my vagina. I wished I could get away. His tongue went all the way in and came all the way out. Back and forth, in and out went his tongue. I screamed, but that only turned him on more, and he sucked harder, ate my pussy harder, until he was really so hard that I knew his cock would suddenly force its way into my pussy hole.
His penis was really stiff, and for the moment when he stood up to unzip his fly and take out his cock and balls, I thought I could make an escape, but the door was locked, and even though I banged hard on it, I just couldn't get anyone outside to hear me.
"That won't work!" he cried. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, Arlene. I'm going to ram my dick all the way into your hot pussy hole! Come on and get fucked, Arlene! I'm going to make you a really happy girl."
"Only Bobby can make me happy!" I said back to him, but he grabbed me, threw me down on the floor again, and then showed me his thick long hard dick.
"See this?" he said. "Yes," I mumbled.
"This is going to make you happy. This hard prick is going to ram your cunt hole and make your sweet pussy ooze with ecstasy. I can make you really feel good," he said. "I can make your cunt feel better than it could with Bobby's prick inside of it."
"No you can't!" I told him, but he just laughed. He pressed his body closer to mine, and I could feel the tip of his penis pressing against my pussy lips. He forced my legs to spread wide apart, and he began to slide his long spear deeper and deeper into my hole.
I screamed. It hurt. My pussy wasn't wet, and it really hurt me when I felt that cock entering and penetrating my hole.
"Stop! Stop!" I cried. He laughed. "Please stop! Please! You are hurting me! You are hurting me!"
"No, I'm making you feel good!" he said. "You feel really good!"
"No, my pussy is dry. Your cock is hurting my cunt. It hurts. Take it out! Take it out!"
He rammed his dick into me even harder. Mr. Trumbull had a really thick cock and it pressed hard against my pussy walls. I couldn't stop screaming. I wanted him to take his hard-on out of my vagina, but he just kept ramming it in deeper and deeper.
"You see!" he shouted. "You see! If you had gotten all hot and juicy the way you do for Bobby, then my penis wouldn't hurt you so much. It's your own fault you are hurting. Not mine. Most girls love it when I fuck them, because they relax and enjoy it. They know that I can give them the greatest fucks of their lives. I love to fuck, and all the girls love to get fucked. My prick really pleases them all."
It was really hurting me now. His long hard dick was shoved all the way into my hole, and he started to pump his prick in and out of my hole. No matter how hard I screamed, he just laughed and smashed his dick all the way into me.
His balls were swinging wildly and banging against my pussy. I felt his whole body crushing me, and his lips were pressed hard on my tits, and he was licking my nipples with his tongue. I was in tears, and that only made his dong harder.
"Oh, Arlene, my cock is on fire! I'm really hard inside your sweet quim. I want to fuck you so hard my cock goes all the way up your body! I want you, baby! I want to fuck you and make you hot and happy!"
His penis was giving me great pain. It still hurt. My cunt walls were getting more and more sore, and no matter what I did, it only seemed to intensify the pain.
I thought of Bobby. I knew that Bobby wouldn't hurt me. I thought of how wonderful his prick and balls made me feel, and I wished that it was he that was fucking me. I knew that when Bobby fucks me, my cunt gets all hot and juicy.
Apparently thinking of Bobby made my cunt feel better. Mr. Trumbull's prick and balls stopped hurting me so much, and he grinned as he realized that my pussy juices were indeed beginning to lubricate. His cock started to slide in and out of my hole a lot easier now, and he was pumping me faster and faster.
"I knew my cock would make your pussy hot and yummy," he said. "My prick is really juicing you up. Your lubricating honeys are starting to flow wildly now."
"Only because I'm thinking of Bobby," I said. "It's only because I'm thinking that it is his prick and balls fucking me."
"No, it's because my cock really turns you on. I'm really fucking you good and hard and you love it. I think I will fuck you all the time now."
His prick was getting coated with my vaginal secretions. I could feel his cock getting hotter, and I knew that his prick was going to explode and fill me up with his hot semen. I wished that he would ejaculate and get it over with, but he was taking his time, really enjoying my pussy meat and his balls weren't yet ready to release their sticky fluid.
"I'm fucking you, baby!" he cried, as his breathing got heavier, and his body began to sweat. "I'm really fucking you hard!"
His whole body seemed to me to be pounding into mine. His powerful ass pushed his cock so far into my vagina, that I thought he would break a hole in me. My pussy was getting hotter and hotter. If only it was Bobby inside my cunt!
"Oh, baby!" he cried. "I'm going to shoot my load! I'm going to come! Oh, baby, my cock is on fire! I'm coming! I'm coming!"
I suddenly felt his prick shooting out hot thick spurts of his creamy semen. It poured into my hole, and my cunt walls were becoming coated with his jism. I started to scream in spite of myself. I pictured Bobby's penis shooting hot come, and I wished that it was him and he would be spurting more and more into me.
My oozing pussy overflowed with our juices. His semen mixed with my syrups and they began to seep out of my vagina. I felt ray whole body getting wet with our creams. His cock was still spurting as I pressed my legs together, and the last of his sperm dripped out of his cock and into my vagina.
As he slowly began to withdraw his cock from my slit, he smiled at me. "There, now, Arlene, I knew you would enjoy it. I knew that you would really love it when I fucked you. Your pussy got so hot, that it made my penis' explode really wildly. I loved fucking you. I'm going to fuck you again and again."
"No!" I cried. "No! You mustn't fuck me. You must never fuck me again. I don't want to feel your dick inside my hole! No! No! You must never do that again!"
He just laughed, and he stared to play with his penis again. I saw it get hard, and as soon as it was hard, he shoved it into my hole. He was going to fuck me again!
Oh, doctor! My teacher keeps me after class and he fucks me. He has fucked me about five times, and each time it hurts. The pain is so great, that the only way I can keep my cunt from hurting me is to think of Bobby. Then, when he feels my cunt juices flowing, he thinks that it is because he is really thrilling me, which he is not doing, and he wants to fuck me again, telling me that I love it. I just don't know what to do.