Case History 6

Subject: Terri B. Age: Fifteen

INTERVIEW ONE

Terri was brought to me by her mother, a plump widow in her early fifties who was horrified to learn of her daughter's sexual appetite for young boys aged seven to twelve. Mrs. B. had first discovered Terri's predilection when she found her one morning in the laundry room of their apartment house, directing a young neighbor boy in the act of cunnilingus. Mrs. B. has since had cause, she states, to believe that Terri's experience in such acts is both extensive and compulsive.

Terri herself is a well-developed, attractive girl of fifteen, with sandy red hair and bright green eyes. She has shown no interest in dating boys her own age, Mrs. B. said, and apparently has little interest in older men, either-not even crushes on high school teachers or movie stars. Terri is an only child and has few friends of either sex, keeping to her room and reading most of the time, except for her assignation in the laundry room and elsewhere, which Mrs. B. fears are becoming more and more frequent.

Terri spoke frankly and openly to me about her experiences once her mother had left the room. She is an articulate and imaginative girl, but her straightforward and graphic descriptions left little doubt that what she was saying was true, not the product of vivid childhood fantasies based on the books she'd read. Significantly, I believe, she spoke calmly and without any sign of embarrassment.

I was nine. The first time that anything happened. Though I had been thinking about it for a long time before that. For at least two years, I'm sure. Sort of planning it. So it really wasn't any big thing when it happened. I mean, I'd already imagined what it would be like so many times.

And I did it. It wasn't his fault-Carlos. He was the Super's son, PR. With jet black hair and really flashing eyes. Light brown skin, very smooth. I'd been watching him for a couple of months and decided he was it. I really got excited thinking about it. He'd catch me looking at him and would kind of laugh, with his eyes.

He was ten, I think. A little older than me. Not much. One Saturday when Momma was doing the laundry, I noticed him hanging around, back by the furnace room. While Momma was putting the clothes in the dryer, I turned around and put my hand down on my pussy and squeezed it, real quick like, and gave him a big smile. He shivered and smiled back, touching his cock. Momma didn't notice anything, of course, but my pussy was hot as fire all the way up in the elevator. I was frantic for about half an hour, trying to think of what to do.

Then I thought of a plan. I told Momma that Grandma had called earlier, and she said to run to the store to buy laundry soap and that she had said it was very important. It was a lie, of course, but I knew that once the two of them got on the phone together, they'd be so busy gossiping that they'd probably never realize my trick. Also, Momma would be tied up for a good hour and would have to send me down to get the clothes out of the dryer.

It worked. My heart beat a mile a minute as I pushed the elevator button, thinking how nice it would be to feel Carlos' finger pushing into my hot, wet pussy instead. It was almost more than I could stand.

All the way down I was terrified that he would be gone, that he wouldn't be there any longer. But he was. Right by the door of the furnace woom where I'd seen him before. One look was all it took to show me he was as excited as I was.

I didn't even go into the laundry room to see if the clothes were dry. We went right in by the furnace, and he took me by the hand and pulled me around behind the furnace itself and down on some cushions which I guess he had brought in and arranged while he was waiting.

We were both breathing real fast.

"Oh, touch me, touch me," I squealed and he reached his hand up under my dress and felt me hard through my panties. His finger began to massage me and my pussy got wetter and wetter and hotter and hotter until my panties were soaked.

I reached out for him and started to rub his cock, which was hard and throbbing inside his jeans. He pulled his hand back and fumbled with his belt and zipper, pulling his pants down to just below his knees.

He didn't have any underwear on, but of course that wasn't what I really noticed. It was his cock, standing out, brown, erect and big-very big, I guess, for a boy his age. Anyway, it was absolutely luscious-looking.

I touched it and he shivered again, then pushed me down on the cushions, reaching back up to my dress to touch my hot sex, too. We lay like that for a minute or two, with me holding his throbbing meat and him pushing into my pussy through my panties, then he reached up and pulled them down real fast.

I was shaking all over by then. His hand came back immediately and his index finger pushed way up inside my honey pot. I think that was the first time I ever really came, although I'd played with myself a lot before. But this time the whole room exploded and I gushed all over his hand and arm and the cushions, and he was jacking off and crying out and spurting all over the cushions and me, too.

We lay there for a minute, then Carlos went and found some rags and we wiped ourselves as dry as we could. I told him I would meet him there the next day at one o'clock. Momma always went to visit Grandma on Sunday afternoon, and I didn't have to go if I had homework to do. And I certainly had some homework to do this week.

Carlos was almost fifteen minutes late. I was so hot for him that I had taken off all my clothes except my panties and was lying on my back on the cushions rubbing my titties when he came in.

"Sorry," he said in his broken English accent, "we have the dinner late after the Mass."

He stood in front of me in the shadow. There was only one light in the furnace room and it was a weak one hanging from the ceiling on the other side of the room. Carlos pulled down his jeans and took them all the way off. He smiled and moved toward me, looking brown and wonderful in just his white T-shirt.

I reached for his meat and determined to get a better look this time. He grinned broadly and leaned back, his arms behind his head. His cock was really a nice size-as I've learned since. He had every reason to be proud.

He reached down and pulled his foreskin back, revealing the tip, which was red and wet. I felt an uncontrollable urge to take it in my mouth, to lick the little red dot with my tongue.

First I reached out and ran my fingers gently along the length of his hard rod, then down to gently caress his balls. He already had quite a bit of hair, which was dark and spiraled, like that on his head. And his balls were large and dangling, not the hard little nuts like I found on so many others.

Carlos moaned as I played with his balls, then reached down, grabbing me by the neck and pulling my face up to his. He kissed me hard on the lips, pushing his tongue wetly into my mouth. I started to stroke his cock as his tongue went deeper and deeper.

Then suddenly I tore my mouth away from him and pivoted to where I was eye to eye with his throbbing dick. My tongue licked my upper lip for a long moment, then moved out to touch the red head of his wonderful meat. I tasted the clear white drop of liquid on the tip. It was sweet and salty, both at once. I moved my tongue around on the tip and Carlos began to squirm. My lips opened and closed around it, and I tasted more sweet saltiness. My fingers began to stroke his balls again and my lips went down over the pulled-back foreskin.

I felt his hot Spanish dick go further and further into my mouth, pushing firmly against my tongue, the roof of my mouth, the walls of my throat. Carlos began talking to me in Spanish and his hips began to squirm more and more on the cushions. He grabbed my neck gently and began to move my head slowly up and down on his warm, hard dick. My own pussy was oozing and aching and my whole body was trembling with the excitement of what I was doing for him.

He began breathing faster and faster as I continued my slow, steady pumping. I plunged the index finger of my left hand into my own bubbly honey pot, still stroking his balls with my right hand.

I began to tongue the folds of his foreskin each time my mouth moved up to the tip of the shaft, then I would hesitate there, more and more each stroke, really getting into what I could do with my tongue on the head and foreskin of his dick. Carlos got wilder and wilder, and then I felt his whole body stiffen and heard a sharp intake of breath. His hand pushed me gently but firmly all the way down on the shaft, and just as my chin touched his balls, he gave a long, muffled wail and I felt his come spurting hot and fast deep down inside my throat.

Since then I've read a lot about how most girls don't like to take a guy's load, about how it makes them gag and all. I don't really understand that. I really loved it from the very first time. The taste, the feel, everything. I can't understand how anyone could even think of spitting it out or anything like that.

Maybe it is because Carlos was so good and gentle with me, helping me along, never being forceful and rough. Or maybe it was what happened next.

I had started fingering myself faster and faster while I was sucking Carlos, but as soon as I had discovered how excited I could make him with my tongue, I guess I forgot all about myself and just began to concentrate on him. So when he shot his load, I hadn't come yet-wasn't even close, in fact, and just sort of lay back, very satisfied, really, with my head on his stomach. I loved the look of his Puerto Rican dick even when it wasn't hard.

After a minute or two, Carlos reached down and began to run his fingers through my hair. Then he pushed me back, gentle-like, on the pillows, and began to rub my nipples with just the tips of his fingers.

My nipples got real hard and my pussy started getting hot all over again. He kissed me once, then moved his head down and started to suck on the tips of my titties. I had just started to show at that age, though I wasn't wearing a bra yet. His tongue worked around on my nipples until my whole body was tingling. I had the feeling that maybe tonguing my tits like that had the same effect on him that tonguing his foreskin had for me.

He reached down for my pussy, but very gently this time, without putting his finger inside. Just rubbing around on the outside of my silk panties, then removing them and stroking me there, tickling the hair, touching the folds.

Then he drew his head back with a boyish smile and pushed himself up with his arms, to where he was looking down deep into my eyes. He said something in Spanish again that I didn't understand, then moving slightly down on the cushions, touched my knees with his palms. His fingers slipped under my thighs and lifted them up, until my knees were pointed upward. His hands then pushed out on the inside of my thighs, so that my legs opened wide.

He began to kiss the inside of my thighs softly. I could feel his curly hair brush against my right thigh as he worked his way down the left. My pussy was boiling hot and I trembled uncontrollably as he got closer and closer until his lips touched mine, his tongue slipping inside the tender folds and moving gently around. He found my clit immediately and began tickling it with fast little darts, separated by slow circling motions of the tongue back into the inside of my cunt, deeper and deeper.

Slow, fast, slow, slow, fast. He drove me absolutely wild, then suddenly he was gone!

I looked down, still trembling and very puzzled, to see why he had left me. He was smiling kindly and again spoke to me in Spanish, asking me some question, I think. My reply was to reach out for his curly black head and pull it back, hard, into my cunt.

Obviously I had answered his question, language gap or not, and he began eating me with renewed vigor and, as I know now, real finesse. He began moving his tongue all around the clit, just barely touching it, faster and faster, and then, just as I was ready to explode, he plunged back into my moist cavity, licking loosely and languidly around in there. I can still remember the slight roughness of his tongue, slowly discovering me there, then coming back to tease my hot little clit.

Finally he knew I was ready and brought me all the way home. My thighs pressed tightly around his head, and the curly hair brushed faster and faster on them, masturbating me into his mouth every bit as much as the pressure of his tongue on my clit. Later I could sometimes come just by fantasizing the feel of his hair moving against my thighs.

When I did come I screamed out loud, so loud in fact, that Carlos muffled my mouth with his hand for fear that someone would hear. The thick door of furnace room was closed tight, but still making too much noise would have been dangerous, especially if there had been anyone doing laundry just down the hall.

But luckily we were safe. We lay beside each other, frightened but happy, for several moments before we dared to move. I looked down and saw that Carlos' cock was hard again. We both giggled.

I began to squirm down on the cushions so that I could taste his hot tool again, but he pushed me down on my back instead, reaching out with his left hand to toy with my tits again, holding his palms out flat so that they glided gently over just the very tip of each nipple.

I moaned and relaxed completely, letting my legs fall open naturally, inviting him to use me however he wished. He took his stiff cock in his right hand and started stroking it slowly. I watched the foreskin glide enticingly back and forth over the wet red tip.

He stroked harder and harder, smiling at me through sharp intake of air. I pulled his hand away from my tits, and scooted down on the cushions to where I could cup his jiggling balls in my palm. He arched over me, supporting himself with his left hand, and breathing faster and faster.

"Oh, come on, baby. Come all over me. Shoot your hot juice all over my body!" I whispered excitedly, surprised that I even knew what to say.

Then he flooded all over me-one, two, three, four, five, six, seven hot spurts of gism, all over my body, on my nipples, in my hair, even in my eyelashes. He collapsed on top of me and we lay there, squished together with his come like a big peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

INTERVIEW TWO

I continued to see Carlos almost every day for about a month. It became almost like a ritual. First I would suck him off, then he would eat me out, then he would masturbate on me. Once he made me come with his mouth three times, almost without stopping, and sometimes I'd suck him off more than once, too. I really loved the feel and taste of his meat in my mouth. But best of all, I guess, I loved him tonguing my clit and then jacking off all over me.

I was very happy. And then one day as we were lying there together afterwards, he asked me if he could invite his friend, Pedro, the next day. I was a little skeptical, but I agreed.

I guess I just didn't like Pedro from the very beginning. He was like an intruder. And anyway he was different than Carlos. He was a couple of years older and much rougher. He was polite to me, but he just didn't treat me the same.

When I got to the room that day, Pedro and Carlos were both there, smoking grass. I think Carlos probably smoked pretty regularly, but he had never smoked anything with me and I respected him for that. Anyway, they were smoking.

"Hi, baby," Pedro said, right off, before we had even been introduced or anything. It was like he was being too familiar too soon.

But then he was really gorgeous-looking, on the other hand. Taller and heavier than Carlos, and very macho, I guess you would say. And I could tell that Carlos liked him a lot. So I really tried to like him.

We undressed and I could see right off that Pedro had a very big dick, quite a bit bigger than Carlos'. Pedro took hold of me right away and started sucking on my right tit. Then he grabbed my hand and pushed it down on his cock.

"Rub that cock, baby," he commanded, smiling darkly.

The meat did feel good, so I took it in my mouth, but it was so big that I could barely go halfway down on it. Pedro slammed it hard against the roof of my mouth.

"Suck it, baby," he insisted.

I tried working with my tongue, but he grabbed the hair at the back of my neck and tried to force me all the way down the big, throbbing rod.

"Take it, kid, take it all. Take all of my big dick. Eat it, you pretty little bitch."

I struggled free, gasping for breath. "No, I can't," I pleaded. "I'm sorry, it's just too big."

Pedro turned to Carlos, who had been standing playing with himself to one side of us. Lying back and rubbing his balls, Pedro commanded, "Okay, baby, you show the little cunt how it's done."

Carlos smiled sheepishly and bent down, quietly, taking me by the knee. My mouth slipped moistly over Carlos' large cock and began to gobble every inch of it inside my throat, gurgling and working on the plunging tip with the lower part of his tongue. Carlos' cock seemed to grow even more gigantic, both wider and longer, each time the lower end of the staff showed itself outside my excited mouth.

"Oh, suck that dick, honey!" Carlos whispered in obvious glee, pulling me around and slapping me hard on the ass. I then attacked Carlos' meat with renewed vigor at the blow, taking the meat deeper, faster, deeper, faster. Carlos began to tremble all over, then reached out and grasped me firmly by the cheek of my ass.

"Aaaahhhh!" Carlos screamed out, plunging his left index finger suddenly up inside my asshole.

Both of us were now trembling violently, and Carlos' hips were rotating wildly around my mouth on him. He grabbed my big clit and began to masturbate frantically, without my losing a stroke.

"Ahhh! Ahhhhhh!" Carlos panted desperately. Then, "Ahhh, caramba!" he exploded, convulsing fitfully deep inside my throat.

Carlos simultaneously shot a great arc of his own come all the way across the room, sizzling against the hot furnace.

Carlos fell back on his side, spent, totally exhausted. He smiled weakly at me. I had gone to lean flat back against the wall, absolutely glorified by the whole proceeding, I guess. I wanted to cry, but I was too shocked and angry to do even that.

Then Pedro stood up with a big grin. His erection was still massive. It didn't seem to have gone down at all. He stood there, feet apart, wide chest heaving, cock throbbing, balls dangling. "Well, which one of you is going to take this one?"

Neither Carlos nor I spoke. The furnace kicked on, and I shivered uncontrollably at the sound. The giant cock began to move toward me.

"I think I know where I want to plant this one," he laughed. "And I don't mean in some faggot's ass."

Pedro reached down and pulled me up to him roughly. He slipped both hands inside the front of my panties, stroking my V with his two index fingers, then, in a spurt of violence, ripped my panties into two pieces, off my body, and threw them nonchalantly into a far corner of the room.

I felt myself responding to his fingers almost in spite of myself. His fingers were much rougher than Carlos', but they knew their business, and they got me very hot.

Pedro bent down and began to tease my pussy with his tongue. He was much rougher than Carlos, but at first I sort of liked it. It turned me on more than I'd ever been turned on before.

He lashed his tongue deep inside me and began moving it wildly, quicky, roughly. Carlos had always been slow and gentle. My whole body began to ache and tremble.

Then, as quickly as his tongue had entered, it was gone. He sat back on his heels and let out a low laugh. He actually laughed at me.

I think I almost wanted to kill him at that moment. I didn't know where I was, what I was doing, even if there was anyone else in the room. All I knew was that I had to have that hot, raspy tongue back inside my cunt. Now, immediately, now!

"Are you ready to take it, bitch?" Pedro spat out.

"Oh, yes, yes, please! Eat me, Pedro, eat me! Eat my pussy, please. Spank me and eat me, please!"

"Cunt," he laughed, pushing me down on the cushions. "Did you really think I was going to eat out your dirty snatch?" He hovered above me for a long minute. "I'm going to fuck you, bitch. Fuck you within an inch of your life."

I can't even begin to describe to you how awful it was. He was so big and so rough. It hurt so much. I tried to cry out, but he muffled my screams. Carlos wouldn't help me, but instead kept kissing me all over while he fucked me, even running his tongue up inside my ass.

I thought it would last forever. Pedro was like a bull on top of me, squirming and squealing and biting me on the neck. I felt as, if my whole stomach were being ripped open by his mammoth dick.

At last he exploded, and I thought I was drowning from the inside in the waves of his fetid come. He pulled out and fell asleep on his side and I lay there crying, wanting to die, filled with a whole sea of his rotten, filthy semen.

INTERVIEW THREE

Terri was again rather calm and matter-of-fact by the time she came for our third and last interview. I told her to proceed calmly, to not give way to the emotionalism that had surfaced at our previous session. As it turned out, my caution was unnecessary, as we had indeed gotten to the core of our problem with the Pedro account.

They left me there, crying, by the furnace, and I never saw either of them again. I mean, I did see Carlos occasionally, around the building, but I refused to have anything to do with him after that. I was sure that he was nothing better than a faggot anyway. I could see that he had enjoyed himself more with watching Pedro than me. And anyway, he had betrayed me. With Pedro and to him, as well. I hated him almost as much as I did Pedro. I was glad when he finally moved away, about two months later, I didn't have sex with anyone, except myself, for almost two years after that. But then I started to really get horny again. My tits were really getting pretty big by that time, and I was menstruating and all. I really wanted a tongue in my pussy. And to suck a good firm, but medium-sized cock. Or have it come on me.

Most of the guys at school were just silly and didn't want to have anything to do with girls at all. The older high school boys were interested, but I didn't really like them. They looked too rough and crude, somehow.

But my little honey pot was ready, so I finally decided to go after this one sophomore, Danny Leroy. He was tall and gangly and played baseball. Catcher, I think. Anyhow, he seemed sort of nice, and the cock he showed in his jeans looked like about the size I could handle.

I guess that was about the last straw for me, as far as older guys are concerned. I met him in the park one night, under the big oak tree, having slipped out after Momma was asleep.

First of all, he was all thumbs. I could tell as soon as he put his hand in my pants that he didn't know my asshole from my cunt.

Then when I reached down to check him out, I was in for another surprise. Contrary to my prior speculations as to size, he was hung like a horse. What a difference a pair of underwear makes in terms of crotch bulge, I learned the hard way.

Once I had it out, however, there was nothing to do but to try to suck it, of course. Then came surprise number three-he was horrified.

"Don't do that, honey," he gulped. "Oohhhhh, that's dirty."

There was a new moon that night, and I'm glad he couldn't see the look of shock on my face. At that point, I just lay back against the tree and let him finger-fuck me until he got hot enough to want to stick it in me and then I just lay back and let him do that, too.

I hated it, though not quite as much as with Pedro. It didn't turn me on in the least. I never came, of course. I've never come when they fuck me.

There were a couple of older guys after that, including my faggot cousin, if you can believe that, but they were always too big or too clumsy or too fuck-happy. One guy even tried to fuck me in the ass, but I slapped the shit out of him and told him I'm no faggot, buddy. Head down to Greenwich Village if you want shit like that.

So, anyway, I started looking for younger kids. Even really young, like seven or eight. A lot of them couldn't even get an erection, but that was okay, too. We'd just play around a lot and rub each other and all, and sometimes I'd teach them to eat me. Some of them got real good at it.

Timmy Weinstein was the best, the kid that lives down the hall. I started having him over every Sunday afternoon about two years ago. We'd do our lessons together-like shit-while Momma visited Grandma.

At first we'd just fool around. I'd lick his balls and thighs and suck on his little dong for hours at a time. His little prick was funny-looking at first, then I realized it was the first circumcised cock I'd ever seen.

After we'd been at it for a while, he really got into eating out my pussy. I couldn't keep him away from it.

Then-and this is really kind of wild-right after he got bar mitzvahed, or whatever the hell it is they call it, he came over the next Sunday and had the biggest fucking erection I ever dreamed a little circumcised kid like him could ever possibly have.

"Oh, Terri," he kept saying over and over again. "Oh, look!"

After looking for a minute or so, I was ready to act, though. I hadn't had a really hot piece of meat in my mouth for a good long while now and I wanted to suck that stick silly, until it flooded my tonsils all the way up to my nose.

I slipped my lips open and gently about the tip. The head was hard and dry, much less juicy than uncircumcised cock, but it had a nice throb to it.

"Oh, Terri, ohhhhh!" Timmy moaned.

He had probably a good six inches, not gigantic, but big enough for a thirteen-year-old. I pivoted my head around a lot on my neck, the way I had seen Carlos do to my cunt, and Timmy squealed with pleasure.

I worked on him for about fifteen or twenty minutes, surprised that any guy would take this long to come, then remembering it was his first time. I increased my efforts and, again remembering Pedro, slipped my index finger up into his asshole, which I found surprisingly warm and moist.

Timmy's ecstasy increased to about double or triple, I guess. I started really sucking him fast, and with him that seemed to work better than the slow stroke and tongue routine. His breath was now hot and fast and his little anus was contracting excitedly around my finger, as if it was a mouth itself, gobbling away on a skinny little cock.

With a loud cry, Timmy shot his little load onto the roof of my mouth. It was small but tasty, and I was pleased to discover that at least circumcised cocks have the same general flavor.

Things went fine for a month or so, then Timmy decided he wanted to fuck me, just like all the others. It wasn't too bad at first, because at least he wasn't so large, but again it took him forever to come, and after a while, I had to push him off, his huffing and puffing and pumping to no avail disgusted me so.

I guess his masculinity was wounded by that, or some such shit, because I've only seen him twice since then, and both times he insisted on trying to fuck me, but could never come. I begged him both times to eat me out, or to let me suck him off, but he refused.

That's about it, I think. Except for the time this girl, Mary Louise, who's a year older than me, invited me to spend the night with her. I don't have a lot of friends, actually-most people bore me-and she's real smart and all, reads poetry and everything. So I thought, sure, why not?

I never dreamed she'd turn out to be a dyke, but as soon as the lights were out that night, there she was snuggling up against me.

"Hey, what's going one?" I asked, still thinking she wasn't really a dyke, but had done it by accident or was just cold or something. Anyway, I blurted out, "What're you trying to do, bump pussies with me or something?" And she got real quiet. I guess I really grossed her out, since she's real poetic and sensitive and all.

A few minutes later I heard her crying and then I really felt pretty bad.

"Hey, what's the matter?" I asked.

Her voice was very quiet when she spoke. "It's just that I really do like you, Terri. Very much."

That made me feel sort of all soft and buttery inside, so I reached out to sort of pat her on the shoulder, but my hand landed right on her tit instead. It was real hot and hard, and she moaned and grasped me to her. Next thing I knew, I was sucking on her nipples, playing little tattoos on them with my tongue, and her fingers darted out right under my gown and straight for my cunt. She was real gentle, and she knew exactly what she was doing. I mean, it was like she was putting her finger into her own cunt. It was like masturbating, except you could share it with another person.

It was the same with her lips and tongue. They seemed to know me, know my own lips and tits and cunt like no other lips since Carlos', the horror. She made me come five times that night, and then three times without stopping the next morning. It was fucking terrific in the morning. I'd never come in the morning before.

But I couldn't do anything to her, except play with her tits a little. They were fantastic tits. But I couldn't bring myself to kiss her back. I mean, she was a girl, just like me. Even if she was a dyke. I mean, I couldn't do those things to her. I'm just not like that. I'm not one one of those-what she is.

Maybe I shouldn't even have mentioned that at all. It really doesn't have anything to do with anything. Let's just forget I brought it up, okay?