Case History 3
Subject: Francine W. Age: Sixteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Francine was one of the loveliest redheads I had ever seen. She seemed remarkably physically mature for her age, and at first I thought she was in her twenties. Her whole body seemed to exude femininity, and I even felt some lustful stirrings within me when she first entered my office.
After she talked for a while, I realized that she was not as developed emotionally as she was physically, but that is no criticism. She was undergoing the trials of adolescence, particularly in regard to sex.
She was afraid to talk to anyone else about it, and it was only with some difficulty that I managed to get her to open up to me.
Oh, doctor, I just don't know who to turn to. I can't talk to my mother or father about it. They would just kill me, they just would. I know it, because years ago, my father said that if he found out I wasn't a virgin when I got married, he would kill me.
I haven't been a virgin since I was fourteen, but that is a whole different story, which I don't think is relevant to what just happened to me. Then, it was my boyfriend, or my boyfriend at the time, Willie, who fucked me. I wanted it then, doctor. I wanted to be fucked then, but this was different. I didn't want it, but it just happened. Oh, doctor, I'm so ashamed of myself. I knew I shouldn't have let him touch me, but I let him, and then he raped me. I'm so embarrassed, I don't know if I can talk to you at all about it.
Well, I suppose that's what I'm here for, so I might as well tell you everything that has happened right from the beginning. It's just so hard, I hope you will be patient with me. I'm not used to talking to strangers about my sex life, as scanty as it has been, and though I know that I must, because I feel so terrible about what happened, I know that I will become afraid and ashamed that it may take longer than usual.
It all started about a month ago. As usual, I walk home from school via a short-cut. I know I've been warned that it can be unsafe, but I never thought that anything would happen to me. Especially because I was sure I could trust this guy. He told me I could, and I believed him.
What happened was that I shouldn't have let him come near me, but how was I to know at the time that he wasn't who he said he was? I thought he was my uncle. He said so, and I have so many relatives that I just didn't realized that this man was no more related to me than the man in the moon.
This guy was standing in front of a parked car for several days running. Every time I came out of school, there he was, looking at all of the girls. I paid him no attention because I was going with Fred at the time, and I didn't even look at another male.
One day, I happened to walk right past him. I was going to go to the sweet shoppe to meet a couple of girls right after school. As soon as I walked in front of him, he stopped me and said, "Hi!"
"Hi," I replied and kept going.
"Excuse me," he said, not letting me continue to meet my friends, "but don't you remember me?"
I looked at him closely. Perhaps he was someone I knew and had just forgotten. I stared for a while and I said that-I didn't know who he was.
"Of course you remember me," he said. "Yes, it's been a long time since we've seen each other. I just wasn't sure it was you, that's why I was here for several days, just wanting to make sure."
I still didn't know who he was, but I was curious if I could have possibly met him once before. Perhaps he was a friend of my father's.
Just then, a couple of girls came out of the school, and said goodbye to me. I waved to them and returned to this man.
"You must be Francine," he said to me. At the time I was astounded that he knew my name. It never occurred to me that he had just heard it from the girls who had just come out of the school.
"Yes," I said. "Maybe I did meet you."
"I'm your Uncle Douglas."
"Uncle Douglas?"
"Yes, don't you remember?"
"I never knew I had an Uncle Douglas," I said.
"Of course you remember. Though maybe not. We haven't seen each other in a long time. I remember you when you were just knee high," he said.
Well, if he was my uncle, then I suppose I was glad to see him. We shook hands, and he asked me if I was going home.
"Well, not right away," I said. "I was going to meet some friends after school."
"Oh, that's too bad," he said, "because I thought we could talk about things, you know. It's been so long since I've seen you."
"Well, I guess it doesn't matter if I see them or not," I said. "I see those girls every day."
"Good," he replied. "Would you like to take a walk?"
"Sure," I replied, and he picked up my hand and held it as we walked. We walked towards the park. Well, it was such a nice day, that I thought it might be nice if we spent the afternoon outdoors.
"You sure have grown, Francine," he said. "I just can't believe it's you." I wondered why my parents had never mentioned Uncle Douglas. I was about to ask him, when I realized that perhaps he had been in jail or something and to bring up the subject now would be very awkward for both of us. I continued to walk with him.
"Yes, Francine," he said, "you are a most pretty girl." We walked into a large clearing in back of some trees. The grass looked so soft and green and both of us were a bit tired. We sat down and he started to tell me some story of my Aunt Agatha. Well, I had never heard of Aunt Agatha, but I went along with it. It sounded plausible at the time, and I didn't think to question it. My folks never mentioned her, but perhaps they didn't like them.
"So how old are you now?" he asked me, stroking my hand. Well, I thought he was my uncle.
"Sixteen," I replied.
"You look like a real young lady now. I remember when you were just a tiny tot. You were so cute then, I said to your father that you would sure grow up to be a stunning young woman, and I was right."
"Thank you," I said. I was slightly blushing, and he laughed when he saw my face turn red.
"You shouldn't be embarrassed because someone calls you attractive. I bet all the boys think you are just the prettiest girl in the whole school."
"I don't care what all the boys say," I said, "I only care what Fred says."
"Your latest?"
"Yes, and he's really a darling boy. We are going to be married someday."
"Well, congratulations," he said. "I am very happy for you." It was getting late, and I thought it would be good if I were to start getting home. I knew my mother would be expecting me, and I didn't want to upset her by being late.
"Well, I have to get home," I said, standing up. "It's late."
"Nonsense," said this man. "If your mother yells at you, I will tell her it is all my fault. Your mother is a very understanding woman." I realized that of course he must know my mother because she is indeed a very understanding woman.
"Well, just for another little bit," I said, sitting back down again, "but then I really must go. I have lots of homework to do."
"Sure," he said. "I wouldn't want to keep you from getting good grades. You ought to be able to get into a good college."
"Yes, I certainly do want to," I said. He seemed like a really nice fellow. When he started to stroke my arm, I thought nothing of it.
"Your skin is still as smooth as ever," he said. "You are really a very pretty girl, very pretty indeed." I blushed again. He continued to stroke my arm, but I thought that he was just being very fatherly to me. I know that my father sometimes strokes my arm, but my father has never fucked me, and I never dreamed that this nice man would soon be undressing me and climbing on top of me. Why I let him do it, I'll never know.
His hands started rubbing my shoulder. It.. .felt really good, and I started to rub his shoulder.
"That feels really nice," he said. "Your touch is wonderful. It's just like we used to do."
"Used to do?" I asked.
"Oh, don't you remember? Surely you remember the way we used to touch each other all over. You even said that you always wanted to do it with me. Of course you remember, Francine."
Well, I didn't remember, but I didn't want to admit it, so I said that I did remember. He smiled at me. "Shall we do it just the way we used to?" he asked.
"Of course," I said. I didn't want to admit that I had no idea of the way we used to do it, and so I let him start. He put his hands just slightly underneath my blouse, and when I backed away from him just a bit, he frowned.
"I thought you wanted to do it just the way we used to," he said. "If you don't want to, just say so."
"No, no, that's okay," I said. I felt terrible at hurting my "uncle." He continued to slide .his fingers underneath my blouse, and just to make things even, I started to caress his chest. He seemed to really like that, and I was pleased that I was making him happy.
His fingers crossed my breasts. "Oh, sorry," he said, "ray fingers just slipped. But you certainly are quite well developed for a girl your age."
"It's okay," I said. "I didn't mind." He began to tickle my breasts again. This time I knew it was deliberate, but for some funny reason, I let him do it. If that's what we used to do, I saw no harm in letting him do it again.
He started to caress my tits. Even though I realized that I should stop him, I just didn't. I had already offended him by not recognizing him, and I wanted to make sure that I didn't offend him again.
He noticed that my nipples began to get stiff and erect. He smiled as he toyed with my nipples, and then I did the same to him. I had never realized that a similar thing could happen to a man, and the more he touched my tits, the more I caressed and rubbed his chest.
His breathing became heavier. I felt his hand provide more pressure on my tits, and though I was feeling good, I somehow sensed that things had gone far enough, and I pulled back from him.
"Oh, you don't mean to get unfriendly now," he said, "do you?"
"No, Uncle Douglas," I said, "I'm sorry."
"Here," he said, "here is something for you to touch. I know that you will like to touch it very much."
I didn't know what he was talking about until he took hold of my hand and placed it on his fly. I screamed when I felt his huge stiff organ, and I tried to get away from him. I didn't care if he was my uncle, I wanted to get out of there.
He was much stronger than me, and he held my hand onto his crotch. I couldn't get away. I felt that huge thing right there, and he pressed my hand hard and I could feel both his shaft and his balls, and I had great forebodings of what he was going to do to me.
"Let me go!" I screamed. "Let me go or I will call the police!"
He laughed. "Call them," he said. "Go ahead and call them!" I was afraid that he would put his hand against ray mouth, but he didn't. I immediately started to call for help.
"Help! Police! Help! Rape! Help!" But there was no answer. He laughed. He knew that this spot was quite deserted, and that no one would come to my rescue.
I was completely terrified. I didn't know what to do next. I tried to get up and run, but he was so strong, that he actually hurt me pulling me back down again.
"That's no way to treat an uncle," he said. "We were just doing what we used to do."
"That's not true!" I yelled. "I never did that."
"Oh, but you did. You used to touch my cock and balls all the time,, and you always let me put my fingers inside your pussy. If I remember, you have the loveliest pussy I have ever seen. Your cunt is so soft and succulent. I want to slide my fingers into your pussy. I want to finger-fuck you, Francine. I'm going to finger-fuck you, just like we used to do."
He slid his fingers underneath my panties. I tried really hard to prevent him from doing this, but I was completely unsuccessful. I was writhing and trying to get away, but his hands began to remove my skirt and panties, and I knew that I was going to be fucked.
"Oh, Francine, baby, your pussy is so soft and sweet. I want to fuck you, baby! I want to slide my prick all the way up your sweet tender hole. Let me fuck you, Francine. Let me fuck you just like we always used to do."
"We never fucked!" I yelled. "We never did. I would never let a pig like you fuck me. You are too dirty for me! I hate you! I hate you!"
I started to bite him. He just laughed. I hit him, and he laughed even harder. I was going hysterical, and I just couldn't be calmed down.
"Now Francine, you know you are becoming wild. You will really regret it if you don't calm down. I'm going to fuck you, and there is nothing in the world that you can do about it. You will have to let me fuck you, and the sooner you realize that, the better off you will be."
"No!" I screamed. "No! No! No! You will never fuck me! Never! Never! Never!"
"We'll see about that!" he yelled, and he ripped off my clothes and then started to unzip his fly. His cock was huge. I became more terrified as I realized that he was going to put that big huge thing right into my pussy. I was sure it would really hurt and rip me apart.
"Relax!" he said, as he started to press his cock against my cunt hole. "Just relax, and you will feel really good. You will love it," he said. "You will love it, Francine."
I continued to struggle, but it was obviously doomed to failure. He was so much stronger than I was, that I knew that I would have to let him fuck me. I knew that his cock and balls would soon be pounding my hole.
"I'm telling you, Francine," he said, "that if my cock hurts you, it will be your own fault. You have just got to relax, baby! I won't hurt you if your pussy juices start flowing."
He was right. I knew that if I was stubborn and tried to resist him all the way, then my vagina would hurt me. I stopped fighting with him, and leaned back on the hard and cold ground, and let his slide his penis into my cunt.
"Oh, baby, that's much better. That's much, much better! Your pussy really feels good now. Your hole is so lovely and soft and juicy. I want to fuck you, baby! I am going to fuck you and make you feel really hot and good."
As his long hard spear penetrated my cunt hole, I slowly began to enjoy it. Can you imagine, doctor? I actually was enjoying getting fucked by the man who said he was my uncle.
"Oh, baby, your pussy is so tight! Your pussy is getting so juicy that my prick is going to explode. Oh, baby, your pussy is so sweet and juicy! I love it! I love it!"
I was really beginning to love it too. His cock was so large, and it was making my pussy hole feel really hot and good. I knew that I was going to be sorry for enjoying it so much, but at the time I couldn't help myself. I was getting fucked by this guy and his prick was driving me wild.
"Fuck me," I said softly. I was actually embarrassed to say it. I knew that he would gloat and feel this it was his cock that persuaded me to want to be fucked, and perhaps he was right. Perhaps I did want to get fucked just because he had a huge piece of meat and that was driving me completely crazy.
"I knew it," he said. "I knew that you would want to get fucked. Oh, Francine, baby, your hot cunt is so soft and yummy. I want to fuck you until your hot lubricants flow like a wild and raging river. I'm going to make your explode inside your sweet soft and wonderful body." He began to pump his penis harder and harder. My cunt juices were flowing faster and faster out of my slit, and as they oozed out and got my pussy hairs wet, I craved for him to fuck me harder. I couldn't believe what I was saying, but I knew at the time I wanted to be fucked as hard as I could.
"More!" I yelled. "More! I want more! Oh, please give it to me more! Shove it all the way into me! I want it! Oh, please I want it!"
His whole body was pressing hard into mine. I clasped my arms around his waist and I pulled him closer and closer towards me. I was begging for him to ram his prick meat all the way into my soft and tender hole.
"Oh, baby!" he cried. "I'm going to come! I'm going to shoot! I want to fill you up with my fucking hot cream! Take it, baby! Take my hot come and really get fucked!"
"Yes! Yes!" I cried. "Yes, fuck me! Shoot my cunt full of your ball juice! Make me happy, Uncle Douglas! Make me really happy!"
I felt hot gushes of creamy liquid spilling into my hole. I wanted it so badly. I wanted my vagina to feel the warmth of his sweet semen.
My cunt became hotter and hotter. I started to cry and writhe and I felt my clit driving me really wild. I knew that I was going to come, something I thought could only happen when Fred was fucking me. I had never achieved orgasm with any guy except Fred, and now this man, this man I called my Uncle Douglas was going to make me climax. I couldn't believe it. His prick was pounding me so hard, that my cunt was going to feel sweet joyous ecstasy.
As his sperm shot out of his dick, his balls' pounded and slapped against my cunt. I went wild. I was feeling sensations of pleasure that I had never felt before. It was the most wonderful thing in the world.
His semen mixed with my juices and poured out of my hole and dripped down the side of my body. I wanted more, and he was ready to give me more. I couldn't believe the wild ecstasy I felt when his penis ripped right through my pussy hole, and made me crave to be fucked over and over again. I was so lost in the power of his physical charms, that I completely forgot that I was being raped and that I had fought him in the beginning.