Case History 4
Subject: Catherine R. Age: Thirteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Catherine, or Cathy, as she preferred to be called, was a sprightly thirteen-year-old. She seemed to resent coming to see me, however, and it was all I could co to convince her that I was her friend, and not a "crazy doctor" who had come to put her away.
So many people have a false notion of people like me who only want to help others. I do not sneer at, or despise people who have problems in the area of sex, and I want very much for them to understand that my only concern is their happiness, not some arbitrary standard of what is or is not considered "moral."
Morality is subjective anyway, and what to one person is considered the height of depravity, others will consider common and right. I draw the line only where one person's notion is inflicted and forced upon another, and when sex, of whatever kind, is not done willingly by the people involved, such as rape. Rape, to me, is abhorrent, and I can never condone the forcible subjection of one person by another.
I was told I had to see you and here I am. My mother thinks I'm crazy, and I suppose so do you. You are all a-like. All you big people want to do is to yell and scold us. I told my mother that I didn't know that man was going to fuck me, and she says that I am only a child, and I don't know about people.
I suppose none of this makes any sense to you. Well, it does to me. What happened is that I am thirteen, and my mother still thinks I need a baby sitter when she goes out with my father. That is complete and utter nonsense, because I can take care of myself, and just because of one time, she thinks she can never leave me alone again.
It wasn't that it was so terrible. Oh, I hated it at the time, and I cried and cried, but now that I think about it, it wasn't so bad, and even while I was being fucked, there were moments, between my tears, that I enjoyed it.
My mother seems to think, that just because of one incident, I can no longer be on my own whenever they are out of the house.
I suppose I ought to tell you what happened. I had been having a baby sitter come and stay over on Saturday nights whenever my folks when out. Now, doctor, I ask you, I am thirteen. Do you think I need a baby sitter? I'm no baby, and my mother and father seem to think I still am.
They always had this woman, a Mrs. Welton, who is fat and ugly, come over on Saturday night to stay with me, and she is boring. She hates television, makes me go to bed at ten, and wouldn't let me raid the refrigerator. I really hated her.
Anyway, I yelled and screamed, and they finally let me stay home alone one evening. They had gone to the opera, to hear something or other sung very loud, and they said they wouldn't be home until very late.
I was really excited and I told all the neighbors that my parents finally thought enough of me to let me stay home alone.
Well, after they left, the first thing I did was to make myself four peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I just love peanut butter and jelly. Especially the crunchy kind. It's so much better than the creamy kind, don't you think so?
Anyway, I was on my third sandwich, which I was having with a big glass of milk, when the doorbell rang. I didn't know what to do. I know my mother said not to answer the bell unless I was expecting someone, but I had gotten really lonely, just sitting there all by myself, eating those peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. The one thing that Mrs. Welton did was talk to me, and I guess I did miss having a companion.
I thought I would call Linda. Linda is my best friend, but she was out with her parents. I sometimes go out with my parents, but this time they were going to the opera, and I hate opera. Don't you hate opera, doctor? All these people and fat ladies singing at the top of their lungs in some foreign language really makes me sick.
Anyway, I wanted someone to talk to, even if it was just a neighbor wanting to borrow a cup of flour or sugar or something.
"Who is it?" I called. I knew that much. I knew not to open the door until the person on the other side responded. If no one answered, I would know that it was a burglar or something.
"Could I come in please?" a man's voice asked.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Mr. Jones," he said. "I want to speak to the lady of the house."
"She's not in."
"Could I speak to you then?" he asked. "Your mother would want me to."
Well, if my mother would want it, I suppose there was no harm in letting him in. I opened the door, and this strange looking man came in.
"What do you want?" I asked, wondering now if I should have let him in.
"I'm selling encyclopedias," he said. "Would you like to buy one?"
"You will have to ask my mother," I said. "I can't afford to buy anything. They don't give me enough money for my allowance. I can't even go to the movies without having to ask for money."
"Oh, that's terrible," said the man. I knew I liked him.
"Yes, so I can't afford the encyclopedia."
"You can at least look at it," he said. "You seem old enough to know what you want, and if you want the books, you can tell your mother and she can buy it for you."
"That's fair enough," I said. I let him come all the way in, and he was carrying a book in his hand so I figured that it was all right.
He sat down on the living room sofa and I sat down next to him. He opened the book and told me that I would enjoy reading it.
I was eager to look. There were lots of pictures in it, and I love looking at pictures.
The first page that he opened to showed a picture of a naked man and a naked lady together. I giggled. "Oh, I'm sorry," he said. "I thought you were old enough to be able to look at pictures of people without laughing." He closed the book.
"I'm sorry, I won't laugh. Please open the book again." He did so. I realized that I shouldn't have giggled. I didn't mean to, and I know that naked people shouldn't be laughed at.
He turned to the same page, and I saw the picture again. Then he turned to another page. I gasped. I tried not to laugh.
The next page had a picture of the same man, but his thing, his dick was standing up straight. I don't think I had ever seen anything like it before.
I stared at it for a while, and when he wanted to turn the page, I wouldn't let him. I wanted to look at the picture some more.
"D-do men really look like that?" I asked.
"Sometimes," he said. I was confused. He turned the page, and there was the same man and the same woman, only this time, he was on top of her, and the picture showed him putting his dick into her vagina. I realized what they were doing, and I suddenly remembered what those books had told me about sex. That was why the man's dick was hard.
"I know that these pictures can embarrass you, but I thought that you were old enough to understand them."
"Oh, I do, I do," I said. I wasn't giggling anymore, and he turned the page. I saw the same two people, and the pictures were really strange. He was doing all sorts of things to her, and I thought that she must be getting hurt.
I asked him if the guy's dick hurt the girl. "No," he said. "It gives pleasure. The girls all like it when a guy puts his cock into their cunts."
I asked him if his prick looked like the one in the picture, and he said it did, but it was a little different. When I asked him how different, he stood up. "I'll show you," he said, as he started to unzip his fly.
I watched him as he took his cock and balls out of his pants. He was already stiff and I thought that his prick was even bigger than the one in the photograph.
"Oooh, I bet that would hurt a girl. I know it would hurt me," I said.
"No, it wouldn't hurt you at all," he said. "It would make you feel really good. I know it. I know that you would really love it if I were to stick my dick inside your hole."
I put my hand on it to see how it felt, and it was warm. I could feel his pulse inside his cock, and as I slowly rubbed it, he seemed to be sighing and groaning. I was enjoying touching his hard cock.
"That makes me feel really good," he said. "I know it would make you feel really good."
"Are you sure?" I asked. I didn't want to be hurt.
"Of course I'm sure," he said. "I'll tell you what, if you let me stick my cock inside your cunt and it hurts you even just a teensy bit, I will take it out, okay?"
I thought about it. I agreed, because I liked feeling good. I wanted to feel really good that night because it was the first time that my parents had let me stay home alone without a baby sitter.
"Well, if you really promise that if your cock hurts me, you will take it out of my pussy, then I'll let you do it," I said.
"Good," he replied. "Now let me take off your clothes and then we can do it."
"Take off my clothes?" I asked. "Couldn't you just slide it under my panties?"
"No," he said. "It will be much better if we are both nude. That way, the clothes won't get in our way. If we didn't take them all off, it will hurt a bit."
Well, I didn't want to get hurt, and so I let him take my clothes off. First he put his hands on my blouse and as he unbuttoned it, he slid his fingers onto my tits. I thought he was tickling me and I began to laugh.
"Big girls don't laugh," he said. I stopped giggling immediately. "That's better," he said as he started to massage and caress my nipples.
I wanted him to stick his prick inside my cunt right away, but he was busy doing other things first. He continued to massage and caress my tits and nipples, and then he ran his hands all over my body. My blouse was off, and he was removing my skirt, feeling my ass, and sliding his finger into my ass-crack. I knew I couldn't laugh, but it did tickle.
"You have a beautiful body," he said. "You have a really luscious and tempting body. I know that your cunt will really feel good when I stick my cock all the way into your hole. I am going to make you very happy, you are going to feel really good."
"I'm glad," I said, as he pulled down my panties. He began to touch my cunt lips. I was beginning to tingle and I wanted his cock inside me more and more. I couldn't wait until he decided he was ready to stick it in.
He bent down over me, and then started to kiss my tits. That really made me feel good.
That made my whole body feel wonderful.
I felt his tongue licking and sucking on my tits and I wanted him to do it to me all over. His tongue really felt good.
"Oooh, can you lick me on my belly?" I asked. "I like it when you lick me." It felt so good that I was pleased he had come over. I knew that what he told me about making my cunt feel good must be true.
"I am going to lick you all over before I put my prick into your hole," he said. "I am going to lick your tits and your ass and most of all, I am going to lick your cunt slit and it is going to make you feel better than you have ever felt in your life."
I couldn't wait for his tongue to slide into my vagina, and I spread my legs, so that he could fit his head down there. I can't tell you doctor, how wonderful it felt. I loved it. He was beginning to lick my cunt hole, and I wanted his tongue to go all over me.
"Do you like that?" he asked. "Do you like it when I lick and suck your cunt hole?"
"Oh, yes," I cried. "I love it. I love it! Keep licking my hole! Make me feel really good."
He pressed his mouth hard against my vagina. It was wonderful. I wanted his cock inside my slit, and I put my hands on it so my hands would feel good and warm.
He started to sweat and breathe heavily, and then he put me onto the sofa, so he could climb on top of me, just the way they were doing in the picture.
I felt his penis pressing against my cunt, and he started to spread my cunt lips with the tip of his dick. At first I loved the way it felt when his cock started to slide into my hole, but then as he really got to go in deeper, I felt great pain.
"No! No!" I cried. "Oh, Mr. Jones, please stop! Please don't do it! You promised! You said that you would take out your prick when it started to hurt and I want you to stop."
He ignored me, and I became frightened. It was hurting, and I wanted him to stop. He wouldn't stop. He kept sliding his meat into my hole.
Finally, I felt the pain subside, and I realized that he had stopped fucking me. "You ain't never been fucked before, am I right?" he asked.
"No," I said. "I never felt it before and I'm glad, because it hurts."
"It will only hurt for a moment," he said, and he started to press his prick against my hole again. I didn't want it and I started to scream and try to get away. He held me down on the sofa, and for the first time that evening, I was really afraid.
He rammed his cock into my hole. I screamed at the top of my lungs. The pain was intense. I had never felt such pain before.
Finally, with one final jab, he rammed my hole so hard, that I nearly fainted. It was a good thing that I didn't look down or I would have seen some blood, but then when he began to fuck my cunt harder, I realized "that the pain was disappearing, and I was feeling as good as he had promised I would feel.
"That's better," I said, as his dick started to slide in and out of my hole. "That feels much, much better."
"I told you it would," he said. "I told you it would feel better when I started to fuck you really hard. Your pussy is so soft and delicate. I love your sweet hot cunt."
I began to kiss him hard. His lips felt soft and warm, and he slid his tongue into my mouth and licked me from the inside. It tickled, and I was pleased once again that he started to fuck me.
I felt his huge round balls pounding against my cunt. They seemed to be hitting me harder and harder, and I realized that he was beginning to breathe really heavily. I knew that something was happening to my pussy, and it was only later that I realized that I was secreting a lot of liquid and it was oozing and dripping out of my pussy hole.
"Oh, baby!" he cried, "your pussy is making me really hot and hard. You have a great cunt, and I want to fuck you really hard."
"Yes!" I cried. "I want you to fuck me. It makes me feel so good! I want you to fuck me and I don't want you to ever stop! Fuck me as hard as you can!" I begged. "Please fuck me, and make me feel really good!"
I was crying now. His whole body was making me feel so good, that my tears started to flow. At first, when he saw them, he thought he was hurting me, and he scolded me for crying. When I told him that they were tears of joy, he smiled. "I knew I would make you feel really good. Aren't you glad that I am fucking you?"
His penis kept pounding me harder and harder. I indeed was glad that he was fucking me, and I told him so. I wanted his cock to be inside my cunt all the time.
He started to groan louder and louder. I wondered why, and when he told me he was going to come, I didn't understand what he meant.
"My cock is going to fill you up with some hot juice," he said. "I am going to shoot all of my semen into your sweet and delicate hole."
I didn't know how it would feel, but he assured me that it would feel just fine. I was eager to feel as good as I could, and I told him to fill me up with whatever it was that he wanted to.
Suddenly, his balls went wild, and his cock rammed my hole so hard, that I felt I would die. It seemed to be plunging all the way up my body, and I wondered just how far a cock could go inside my hole before it would have to stop.
"I'm coming!" he yelled. "Oh, baby, I'm coming! I'm shooting!" I felt something hot and wet coming out of his prick and he really went wild, pounding my body so hard, that he started to hurt me all over again.
But I was going wild also. My pussy was feeling so great, that I didn't even notice the pain. I just wanted more of that juice to fill up I my hole.
"More!" I cried. "Oh, Mr. Jones, I want your cock. I want it, Mr. Jones. Fuck me, Mr. Jones. Fu ck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
I was going insane. Everything he had told me was true. He had made me feel so much better. I had never felt so good as his prick spurted out his hot juice and it started to slide and ooze out of my cunt. It was the most wonderful experience of my life.
I told Cathy that her time was up, and she agreed immediately to return the next week. She still wanted to tell me a good deal of what happened later, and again she started to complain that her parents thought her a child. I knew that she was still a child, and I hoped that someday she would be able to grow up.
INTERVIEW TWO
Cathy returned and this time she was really furious at her parents. Apparently she had been caught finger-fucking herself and she was annoyed because she was going to be punished for doing it. Cathy wanted to know what was wrong with finger-fucking herself, and I knew that it probably wasn't the act so much as the fact that she confronted her parents with the desire to have wild sex with lots of men that made them think she needed treatment.
Cathy was in a lot of trouble, and I knew that it would be quite difficult to deal with her and understand her, and hopefully, to cure her.
Well, after Mr. Jones had finished fucking me, I thanked him for making me feel so good. I wanted him to come back and do it again. "I will buy your encyclopedia if you will come back and make me feel good again."
He promised to do so, and he got dressed and left. I was so pleased with what he had done to my pussy, that I started to play with my cunt, and I would stick candles and things into my hole because it felt almost as good as his penis did.
The next time my parents were out, I realized that Mr. Jones may come back. I don't know why he never showed up when my parents were in, but I figured that perhaps he knew them, and knew when they were out. I waited and waited for him, but he never came.
I got really impatient, and I started to play with the candle again. I started to slide it into my hole, and I was really getting to feel very good.
I pretended that it was Mr. Jones' cock and my pussy juices started to flow really wildly.
As I was crying out to be fucked, the doorbell rang. I eagerly awaited Mr. Jones, and when I opened the door and saw my mother and father, I gasped.
I had answered the door completely in the nude, and they were quite startled.
"Cathy!" screamed my mother. "What is the meaning of this? How dare you answer the door without any clothes on!"
"I thought it was someone else," I said.
"Who were you expecting?" they asked me.
"A friend."
"Who? You answer us this minute, young lady. You tell us right here and how who you were expecting."
I didn't answer but ran into the living room to get my candle. My father snatched it out of my hand. "What were you doing with this?" he demanded to know.
"It's mine! Give it back! I want it! Give it back to me!"
"What is going on here?" asked my mother. "What is going on here?"
"I want that candle," I shouted. "You give it to me! It's mine!"
"What were you doing with it?" my father asked.
I looked at him and told him. "I was putting it into my cunt," I said. "It was making me feel really good. I like sliding it into my cunt. I feel almost as good with it as I did when Mr. Jones fucked me."
"WHAT!! ! ! "
"Mr. Jones was here last Saturday night, and he fucked me. He came in and told me all about a set of books that had pictures of naked men and women and they were fucking. He asked me if he could do the same to me, because it would make me feel really good, and I let him."
"You did what?"
"I let Mr. Jones fuck me. His prick was so big and thick and then when he shot out this thick wet stuff, my cunt really felt good. I thought it was him coming back to fuck me again."
"You are crazy!" my father shouted. "Who was this Mr. Jones? Where does he live."
"I don't know."
"Of course you know. Who is he?"
"I don't know. I just want to be fucked. Would you fuck me, Daddy? Would you stick your prick into my hole?"
I started to finger-fuck myself. He started to run after me, but I ran into my room and bolted the door. I was going wild. My cunt was driving me crazy. I shoved my fingers into my cunt slit and I started to pretend that it was Mr. Jones' prick inside my hole and that he was fucking me really hard.
"Fuck me!" I cried. "Fuck me, oh, please fuck me! I want to feel your hard dick all the way inside my slit! Fuck me hard! Oh, please Mr. Jones, fuck me really hard!"
I was going wild. My cunt was on fire. I felt almost as good as I did when Mr. Jones was actually fucking me with his stiff and thick cock.
My father was furious. He was trying to beat down the door. I was going really wild with my fingers inside my vagina. It was making me feel so hot that my pussy juices were oozing and dripping faster and faster out of my slit. I wanted to be fucked. I wished that Mr. Jones were there with his long hard penis and that he was ramming it all the way into my slit.
Ramming my hole so hard, that I actually imagined Mr. Jones' big penis with his two huge hairy balls slapping my cunt. My juices were flowing faster and faster. I was in a state of wild ecstasy.
"Ram your dick into me!" I screamed. "Fuck me! Fuck my cunt with your big hairy prick!"
I was never so hot in my life. My juices went wild. There was something inside my vagina that was making me feel better than ever. I didn't know it, but I was having a wild orgasm.
Just as I was coming, and I was crying and screaming to be fucked as hard as possible, my father succeeded in ramming down my door.
He was furious. He pulled my fingers out of my cunt, and started to beat me until I was black and blue all over.
I couldn't understand it, and I started to cry. The more I cried, the more he beat me. I don't know why I couldn't feel good. I don't know why my father hates me so much he wouldn't let my cunt make me happy.
I really had been happy, doctor. When I was fucking myself with my fingers, and I started to squeeze and pinch my nipples and tits, I was the happiest person in the world.
Why did my father try to stop me? Why does he hate me so much? I love to finger-fuck myself. Oh, doctor, my cunt is now driving me wild. I must have cock. Please doctor, will you fuck me? You must have a really big cock. Please slide your penis into my cunt. Please fuck me, doctor! Please fuck me! Oh, my cunt is driving me wild!