Case History 3
Subject: Josephine K. Age: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
Josephine was sent to me by her lover of two months, Bill, who was frustrated by her "coldness" when they would have sex. Feeling at the end of his emotional tether, Bill proposed that either she seek out professional help or they would have to terminate their relationship. Josephine, who genuinely loved him and did not wish to lose him, agreed to come to me.
At first she proved unusually reticent, quite unwilling to discuss any part of her past before she came to New York, a year ago. She claimed to be an orphan, and nineteen years old, though seventeen was more likely the case. She was an extremely beautiful and sexy girl, with a full round figure, large breasts, limpid blue eyes, and dazzling long blonde hair, and I could well appreciate Bill's maddened frustration at being unable to fully possess her.
Several sessions of analysis and conversation passed before I had won over her confidence and she was finally able to unravel the mystery of her frigidity. As I suspected, the cause of the disfunction was a deep-seated sense of shame and guilt over something in her past, in Josephine's case a sordid incident of incest, blackmail, and perversion that, in her graphic telling, shocked even this hardened listener. At any rate, in the months since it happened, she had tried to sublimate it from her conscious memory, to the afore mentioned injurious effect on her sex life with her lover. When I made her realize that an open, conscious acceptance of the events in her past, good and bad, could help her past this "block," her long-suppressed story began to pour from her in a torrent.
I have told you, doctor, that I am an orphan. That is not quite true, though it might as well be since I can never return to my home again. Only my father is dead, for nearly two years now. A few months after he died my mother remarried, an, odious man named Albert Connors becoming her new husband and my stepfather. I disliked him from the first, and thought he was secretly mean and treacherous, but my mother claimed to love him and certainly needed him to support her and her young daughter, and he was a very successful businessman and accommodated us in a luxurious suburban house.
I had passed into puberty a little before this time and found myself with a rather fetching, attractive body. My mother suddenly became obsessed with my morals and my behavior in regards to that supposed "evil," sex. Again and again she berated me about how much it would hurt her if she ever found out I had done anything "dirty" with a boy.
I would certainly have rebelled against the ultra-puritan strictures of hers against dating and going out were it not for one thing: she had developed a terrible heart condition and any kind of emotional upset could easily cause her great pain or even end her life. I loved her too much to let that happen, and besides, where would I be with her gone? Under the care of my stepfather, of course. So I obeyed her wishes. For a while. But like most girls my age, I was horny and very curious about sex., I started masturbating. Before long, though, I became tired, tired and disappointed with using my fingers, and only my fingers in my anxious, hungry cunt.
What I needed, craved for, was a boy's cock, long and wet and hard, like my girlfriends had so vividly described to me. I felt that I had to have one in my grasp now or I would just burst.
So, one weekday evening when my parents were going out to a party, and I got a call from one of the boys at school, a senior named George asking me for a date, I agreed to let him come over. If he was willing, I would let him seduce me that night. We would be discreet, he would leave early, and my mother would never know her daughter was anything but still innocent and virtuous.
George was handsome, tall and lanky. He started right in, as soon as he arrived, kissing me, pawing at me, sliding his hand right up to the crotch of my panties. I reacted hotly to his touch, and my pussy dampened, but I still had a lot of modesty and fear to overcome before I could properly react.
We were sitting on the couch drinking the beer he had brought, and before very long I had to urinate. I stood up from George's grasp.
"Hey, where ya going?"
"Uh, I have to go to the bathroom," I declared embarassedly. "Aw, shit."
"No, piss--"
George raised his eyebrows and laughed.
"I mean, oh, I'll be right back. You just wait down here."
George sighed, patting my fanny. "The bathroom's upstairs?"
"Yes."
"Mm-hm."
I scurried up to the second floor and into the bathroom. Dropping my panties and sitting down on the pot, I had a long pee. When I went back out to the hall, George called out from behind me: "Jo." He was standing outside my bedroom.
"What are you doing there?" I asked him.
"Come here, I want to show you something."
His intentions seemed dubious, but I went over. He held my shoulder and ushered me into the dark room. He gave me a hard shove that sent me stumbling in and sprawling down on my bed. He slammed the door shut and turned on the overhead light.
"George," I muttered nervously, "let's not rush into this."
"Oh come on, baby," he cackled. "You know you want it. You've been eyeing my prick since I got here. Now I'll give it to you.
You can do what you want with it. Touching that wet pussy of yours has made it all hard and sweaty."
I watched mutely as he unbuckled his blue jeans and dropped them. He was in his white briefs now and I could see the bulge of throbbing cock stretching the thin cotton to its farthest. The hint of flesh showed through the white, and I tingled with anticipation at the revelation to come any moment.
"Here," he said, crawling back to me on the bed. "I'll let you take my underpants off." He stood on his knees, just a foot before me. I could smell the heat of the boy's manhood. "Go on, pull them off. You can feel my cock and see it coming out inch by inch."
I extended an eager but trembling hand to the elastic waistband, and I tugged down. I uncovered black curly pubic hair, and then with both hands I pulled the panties over his hips and down, till the root of his fuck shaft was visible. I licked my lips and took a deep breath. Two inches of prick appeared. The long muscle flexed, and the briefs jumped within my delicate hold. A few inches more, and the rest of it slid out by itself and rose up gloriously, finally unleashed from its straining captivity. I dropped my hands away and stared in awe at this beautiful thing. No image I had conjured up in my wildest flights of masturbatory fantasy could compare with seeing it there in the flesh, a bloody red-pink flesh at that. George took it in his fist and waved it at me like a club. It got longer and thicker every moment. He slipped his briefs off and threw them to the floor.
"Feel it, Jo. Take my prick in your hands and squeeze it tight."
I grabbed it around the middle in my fist and squeezed. It grew tauter still, and a bead of clear liquid swelled from the eye on the fat knob.
"Pull it up and down..up and down, get the come flowing."
I did just that, pulling the great tool upward till the foreskin crinkled up and half covered the sweaty head, then down till the cock was extended fully. I slid my hand to the base and nestled it in the soft bed of his pubic bush. I curled my fingers down around his balls and lifted them and poked a finger between them.
God, it was such a glorious, exciting, sexy thing! I had to have it in me right away.
"Fuck me, George, I can't wait any longer!"
"Okay baby, you don't want to waste any time, huh? Get your clothes off, and I'll fuck you shitless!"
"Yes ... yes," I mumbled, quickly unbuttoning my blouse. I threw it down and unclasped my bra. His cock bobbed and throbbed at the sight of my firm young tits. The ripe boobs stood up tensely, and the nipples were sprouting out hard. George put his hands on my breasts, lifting them gently and squeezing in on them. My chest tingled right down to my crotch.
"What a pair," George exclaimed. "What beautiful tits."
When I dropped my skirt and squirmed out of my panties, he moved his hands to my fleshy, round behind. He lifted and parted my ass cheeks while, before me, he bent his head to enclose my left titty. He sucked in, taking the nipple, the wide red roseate, and even more into his open mouth. He licked it and pulled on the extended nipple with his lips.
Meanwhile, his hands were working at my ass, prying apart the firm cheeks and running long fingers into the damp crevasse. I felt him threading through the tightly woven hairs all up my ass. He touched my shit hole finally, dabbing his finger all around the rim of the puckered opening. I opened my thighs wider, and wildly flexed my sphincter on his finger.
"That's a big, soft asshole, Jo," George sighed.
My own left hand I let trail to my golden bush and down further to the outer lips of my pussy. Sticky juices were running freely and dripping onto the bedspread. My cunt was on fire, all ready to burst with passionate head.
With my free hand I grabbed George's great pole and tugged on it. A layer of filmy sperm covered the entire joint.
"God your prick is beautiful!"
I licked my lips and ground my cunt at him anxiously. "Come on, come on, put it in me before I explode."
George smiled broadly and pushed my fanny down till it touched the bed. I lay back fully and pulled up my legs. He moved in between them, his swollen cock brushing against my pliant thigh. He slowly bent the stiff, swollen tool downwards, down to my gaping hole. It held so rigid I thought it would break in two, but no, it bowed from the base, till it touched my drooling, yearning, hairy pouch of passion. The swollen head dragged against my outer lips, rubbing up and down around them, taking quick, furtive stabs in at the deep cave beyond. My pussy belched white come juice, crazed with lust. The cock head squirmed into the pit, ate up inch after inch, and the shaft following inward, pulsating like a piston, deeper and deeper. His prick was abrading my hymen, that sensitive cord of virginity. I wanted to scream. It was a pain that was pure white-hot pleasure. I bit deeply into my lip.
"That's your cherry, baby ... and this is the big moment...."
His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my ass, clawing for a tight grip, and then launching the hardest thrust. A flash of pain seared up my body as he tore through the resistance, and then he was plunging in all the way, unimpeded now, and pure ecstasy returned to me, but now at an even higher pitch. I raised my legs into the air and kicked the heels down into his shoulders. My cunt spread wider and he squirmed into the free space and his cock came in harder and deeper.
"Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard...."
In and out he went, his ass flying up maniacally, then down, down into the depths of my cunt ... Out, right to the tip of the huge knob, then quickly ramming back at top speed.
"Gaahhd ... screw my pussy, George!"
"Oh Jo, you've got a cunt that's made to fuck ... so soft, so tight..it's like plowing my prick through hot melted butter...."
He kept the piston moving, even faster, bringing me to the heights of sweet pleasure....
My mind was blanking out, I was as if on another world, on another level of consciousness, aware only of swelling voluptuous bliss, and a background music of my juicy come squishing loudly in cadence to the plunging prick. You could smell the wet sex hanging in the air around us, a musky fervid stench that smelled better than anything else in the world.
George's fingers pinched at my ass, spreading the cheeks, leaving my shit hole wide open. My cunt juices and his come trickled into the tight aperture and my sphincter flexed, sucking the wetness inward.
"I'm going to come, baby ... I'm coming, baby, drink it up your sweet pussy."
I felt the first rippling jab of his ejaculating prick. It was hot, startlingly hot, and it poured through my system like a flood. My cunt quivered and clamped even tighter around him.
"Beautiful," I moaned, "fuck me, fuck my cunt ... ahh, yes, yes, oh shit, oh oh oh oh shit ... prick, prick, prick, fuck me...."
He came and came, shooting his warm juices into my trembling honeypot. It filled my cunt to the brim and flowed over, soaking my bush and streaming down into my gaping asshole ... the whole crotch was in fiery liquid....
Ultimately the squirting subsided, and George's thrusts slowed, till with one final stab, lunging his softening prick deep within me, he collapsed into my arms, both of us moaning deeply, panting with exhaustion. My legs dropped from his shoulders and sprawled apart on the mattress. I embraced him tightly, and ran my hands slowly up and down his back, down to the soft flesh of his buttocks, pinching the ass meat in my hands. I worked my left hand down the boy's crack to his asshole, and I poked and scratched my nail around the tender, hairy opening.
"God, George, your cock made my pussy come alive ... it was incredible."
"You're a born fucker, Jo."
We lay there in a silent embrace. It was all so quiet that the creaking of a floorboard outside the bedroom resounded loudly. I frenetically looked over to the door, in time to see the handle turning.
My stepfather entered the room.
Silence hung in the air for several seconds, though it seemed interminable hours to me. George rolled off of me.
My stepfather cleared his throat. He leered at us for a moment. Then the leer vanished.
"Sonny," he said, in a very calm voice. "You understand that is my daughter you've been fucking there?"
George stared, speechless.
I nervously covered my pussy and tits with the bedsheets.
"Answer me, boy!"
"Listen, mister," George pleaded, "I'm sorry you caught us like this, I can dig it must be embarassing for you, but, like, it's just normal for a girl to like to fuck."
"Is that right, Josephine? You wanted him sticking his prick in you? You weren't forced?"
"N-no," I answered hesitantly.
"Mm-hmm..okay, boy, gather up your clothes and get out of here. As long as she's admitted her responsibility, and you didn't do anything against her will, it's not for me to condemn you, right?"
"Yes sir," George responded guardedly.
"Go on, get outta here. Put your clothes on downstairs." He winked at him.
I felt sick.
George had scooped up his clothes and was making for the door when my stepfather suddenly spun him around and kicked him in the crotch with a heavy black dress shoe. George groaned and doubled over. My stepfather knead him, again in the groin, and then he closed a fist and slammed him in the face. Blood spurted from George's nose down over his lips. I screamed, but stifled it in fear. Albert Connors tripped George down onto the floor on his bare back. He stepped on his cock and ground down with all his weight. Then he kicked him in the balls.
"Get up on your feet, you goddamned bastard! Get up before I get you where you lie!"
George only groaned and pulled his legs in against his chest, shaking in pain.
My stepfather lifted him under the arm and shoved him against the wall. He visciously propelled him onward, out of the room. There was some scuffling in the hall, and then a heavy thud and banging as George was presumably thrown down the staircase.
I sat on the bed and shuddered. I was scared.
I looked at George's clothes, still lying on the floor, and I wondered how he was ever going to get home in the nude. He would have to, though. There was nothing he could do, no one he could report the beating to, unless he wanted to get hit for certain with a statutory rape charge, for I was of course under age.
When I could finally overcome the paralysis of shock, I got out of bed and went to the closet for a wrapper. I was too wet and sticky around my crotch to put my panties and skirt back on. I tied close the nylon robe and sat back down on the bed, trying to calm down, and keep from bursting into tears or even hysterics.
What was I to do? More to the point, what was my stepfather going to do? And where was my mother? She didn't seem to have returned with her husband. But what did it matter, she would know soon enough. He would be little concerned with how much this information would hurt her. Shit, how it would hurt my mother. He mustn't tell her. He mustn't.
Then he came back into the room. "Well, Josephine, did you see the way I worked over his prick with my foot. He won't be sticking it in too much sixteen-year-old pussy for awhile." He leered at me.
I lowered my gaze to the ground.
"It's a good thing I developed a headache and had to leave that party. Well, it's not really such a coincidence. I heard you and your boyfriend's conversation. I listened on the extension phone, so I knew he'd be here."
"You filthy sneak!"
"Would you rather your mother caught you than me?"
"You won't tell her, will you? You know what it would do to her. She ... she'd die!"
"I'm willing to keep this little incident a secret between us. Under certain conditions. I do you a favor, and you do me a few in return."
"What do you mean? What kind of cruel joke are you trying to play? You know I can't let my mother find out about this ... Please, please, don't tell her!"
He moved forward quickly and swung the back of his hand across my face. I fell across and off the bed, against the night table and down to the floor in a sprawl. My bathrobe pulled apart, leaving my middle bared. My hairy bush pushed out, tautingly, tantalizingly, at my stepfather.
He stumbled over me and grabbed a handful of golden cunt hair. He tugged it with great force and, above, mashed his ugly face against mine, his lips pecking and biting at my cheeks and ears.
"No, no!" I cried, squirming under him. "You mustn't. Please, you mustn't."
Trying to get back on my feet, my legs opened more and his hands moved into my wet honeypot, two fingers prying deeply into the soft flesh.
"Stop it!"
"Stop it, huh? You ungrateful bitch! When I offer to let your mother live in peace about you?" He slapped me again. My cheeks stung bitterly. And again. Exhibiting strength I didn't realize he possessed, he picked me up and flung me back onto the bed. He scrambled after me. Grabbing me by the shoulders he proceeded to shake me like a rag doll, till I was sickeningly dizzy. Then he dropped me across his lap, with my head hanging down towards the floor.
"Let's have a look at that pretty little fanny of yours, Josie," he said, laughing, as if this were all some mad lark.
He brushed aside my bathrobe and lay bare my round bottom. He pumped his leg, and the soft flesh jiggled erotically. His right arm raised into the air. It came down very hard on my ass.
"Ouch," I cried, struggling but in vain; his grip was solid.
"Did it hurt, little girl?" he asked, rubbing his hand over the pained pink cheeks. "You've got a very pretty ass, little girl."
His fingers probed down the crevasse and inward. He pinched some of the hair over my shit hole and pulled on it. He opened my cheeks with two hands, and pressed his face in. He kissed my little round hole and licked at it. His fat, wet tongue slobbered around and inward at my contracting shitter.
"No, no, stop it...."
He ran his tongue all the way up my ass and then he raised his head.
"Oh, that tastes good, Josie. A sweet-tasting asshole, all right. Mmm, feel those hairs...." He plucked at the ass hairs with his fingers, pulling cruelly on them. "Such a hairy asshole for a girl your age. Just like your mother's is now, in fact. That reminds me, maybe you'd enjoy something I do for her when she asks me...."
He plunged a long middle finger into the tiny orifice, shoving it in without mercy. My sphincter muscle opened wide for a moment, gobbled up the finger, and then clamped tightly around it. He bent it within me, and there was both pain and pleasure. He worked it slowly out then shoved it in again quickly and deeply. All the while his other hand massaged my ass cheeks, rolling them around and around.
"You see, Josie, you like it too, don't you? Every time I'm fucking with your mother she wants me to do this. She loves it, feeling my finger probing around where her shit comes out, heh, heh...."
He took his hands up and again slapped my ass with an open palm. Again and again, spanking me with all the strength he had. My fanny burned red.
"How does that feel? Good?" he asked, not stopping the assault.
I felt terrible. I felt degraded. And yet, the actual physical sensation was strangely pleasurable and directly related to my pussy, bringing that hole to the passionate state it had reached earlier. This involuntary excitement made me feel even more degraded and disgusted.
"Come on," he said, "get back on the bed. I'm going to make you feel even better."
He pushed me down on my back and uncovered my dampening pussy. He crouched over me and snuggled his face into my cunt, wedging his head firmly between my thighs. His tongue darted out and slapped against the outer lips. He licked it over and over, faster and faster, driving me wild. The tongue jabbed and rolled in circles around my cunt. Deeper and harder. He licked my hard clitoris till I was almost delirious with orgasmic pleasure, and then he plunged the wet snake even further, all the way up my pussy hole. I saw red, and my loins went on fire with the heavy touch of his fat tongue on my open cooze. My knees flexed and closed together around him, forching his head more tightly against my oozing pussy.
God, I can still shudder with shame over it. I came in his mouth, as his tongue wagged on my cunt walls and his nose rubbed back and forth across my golden bush. It was magnificent.
"Eat it!" I couldn't help saying. "Eat my cunt. Suck it."
He came up all of a sudden and smiled at me. "One tasty cunt there."
My body was alive with orgasmic excitement.
My stepfather stood up now, and took his pants down. A thick and meaty prick was wagging up in the air. He grabbed it at the base, wielding it like a sabre.
"Suck it, Josie. Put it in your mouth and chew on it a little."
The idea was repugnant to me, but he had me so worked up that when he grabbed my head and pulled it towards his swollen cock, I did what he asked.
The knob on it was huge. I licked at it, running my tongue down the entire squat shaft. Finally I fitted my mouth over it. It grew and stiffened with the first touch of my lips. I sucked on it, working it far down my throat.
"That's the way dear."
"That's it exactly, dear, you suck it like a pro, and when you finish I'll be in ecstasy."
I got a good rhythm going, moving down on it to the hilt and then back off till only the tip of my tongue was still touching. I then took the shaft in my fist and jerked on it up and down. It was all sweaty with come, and I licked the come off like his cock was a popsicle or something. My stepfather held my head in his hands as I sucked, and he smiled approvingly.
I poked the point of my tongue into the little slit, the little eye of the cock head. I gobbled up the cock again, all the way down, and worked on it with increasing speed.
I was honestly enjoying it. If this was all I had to do to keep my mother from learning of my behavior I couldn't complain. It became particularly appealing as a punishment when he started fingering my pussy as I blew him. Before long, he had me worked up to a drooling mess. I thought he was going to come in my mouth, but he pushed my head off. "Whoa, Josie, we don't want to spill it yet. You've got some other interesting places I want to put it in. Like that lovely shit hole I was sucking. My inspection tells me it will fit my cock just fine ... Move back on the bed and turn around."
"Please, can't we stop now. What if Mother should come home? Haven't I done enough? Aren't you satisfied?"
"Oh no. Far from it. Bend over."
I did as he told me, looking back at him over my shoulder.
He got on the bed and crept towards me, holding his standing prick at the base. With his free hand he patted my gleaming fanny, glistening with sweat, and then he rubbed the supple, creamy flesh with the head of his cock. He pushed it around my ass crack. It was very damp there, with perspiration and come. My ass hair bristled excitedly as he pushed inward at the pink opening.
He forced the hole open wide and moved his wide dong inward. It hurt.
"Ouch," I moaned. "Don't ... please. It hurts.
It won't go in. You'll tear me."
"Don't you worry about it ... it's going to go in just fine."
And with some struggle it did go in, all the way.
In and out, in and out he moved it, slowly for a while, till my shitter was very well lubricated, then faster, pounding against my ass at high speed.
He came at last, pint after pink of hot cream. It streamed out of the well-filled hole and dribbled down into my cunt.
He hunched over me, breathing raggedly.
His prick slowly slid out of my asshole with a schlop. I collapsed onto the bed, and he lay down over me, his head resting on my rear.
"Real nice," he said. "Real nice, baby."
After a while, he got up and started out of the room.
"You come along, Josie, I've got an idea or two for some more fun I want to talk over with you."
I tried to sullenly ignore him.
"Did you hear me?" He asked sternly. "Come on. Move your ass."
I reluctantly got up and followed him out of the room. He went into the bathroom down the hall. I paused at the doorway.
"Come in here. Now!"
I felt miserable. But I was completely in his power if I wished to keep my mother from knowing. Little did I realize I was only making things irrevocably worse. But I had no idea just how terrible a man my stepfather was.
In the bathroom now, he made me sit on the edge of the bathtub while he washed off his slimy cock in the sink. He drank a glass of water, and then, inexplicably, he refilled it and handed it to me.
"What's this," I said sarcastically, "you're trying to show how kind you are?"
He feigned a slap at my face, and growled, "Drink that and shut-up."
I took the glass of water and drank it. He refilled it.
"Drink some more."
I did so.
"All right, now step into the tub. Hurry up! If you know what's good for you."
I began to have a vague suspicion of what he was up to.
"Lord, no ... what do you want me to do? Tell me! Lord!"
He suddenly lunged a fist at my stomach. I retched.
"Listen, you bitch! If you don't do exactly what I tell you from now on, I'll not just tell your precious mother how I found you fucking with some kid, but I'll make sure it kills her. How about that? And don't think she won't believe me, either. You know what she thinks of me. She loves me." (He said the word like it was an obscenity.) "She'll believe what I tell her, and she won't believe anything you choose to tell her, if you dare to tell her anything., which I don't think you will. That ticker of hers is not too good lately. Her health is "precarious," right? So from here on in, you do what I tell you when I tell you, and with no back talk, and everything will work out real good, and your mother will live, none the wiser about her tramp of a daughter. Now get in the tub!"
He pushed me. Grabbing me by the hair he forced me down on my knees onto the cold porcelain. He slapped me twice and waved his flaccid cock in my face.
"Here you go, here you go, drink this."
A dribble of urine suddenly came out of the eye at the end of his prick. Then a full shot of the stuff splashed right at my face. In the next moment he was pissing full steam all over my naked body. It was hot and sticky and revolting. But he made it quite clear that I could do nothing about it but kneel there and allow it to happen. He pissed and pissed. The yellow liquid streamed through my hair, over my face, down at my fat boobs, and on down to a circling puddle at my feet and into the drain. I closed my eyes tightly, of course, but I couldn't shut out the feel of it and my disgust.
When he was quite finished he wiped the head against my cheek. I could feel his cock starting to go stiff again.
He said: "Stand up. Up. Put one leg up on the rim of the tub here."
I raised up my one leg as he instructed, leaving my cunt wide open. I could feel how sticky it was when I spread it like that.
My stepfather dragged a low stool that was in the bathroom over to the tub and he sat down.
He was seated before me, a few inches from my open pussy.
"Okay," he said. "Now it's your turn ... Come on, I want to see you piss."
"No ... no...." I shook my head at him, and implored him not to degrade me further. It was ridiculous to plead for sympathy from such an evil man.
"I said piss for me. And don't say you can't make it. Those two glasses of water I gave you will do the trick. Do it! I want to watch it coming out. I want to feel it in my hands."
My hands trailed down to my bush, and I brushed the strands of hair upward and contracted my cunt muscles. I did, indeed, have to pee after that water. There was no choice but to let it go, there with his ugly face staring at the cunt disgustingly, waiting for the obscene show.
A few drops came out:
"That's the ticket," he coached.
My golden piss streamed out onto the bathtub. He stared at it, and he looked up at my face and gave me that familiar leer. After several seconds he put his left hand out under my cunt and let the piss pour over it, filtering through his parted fingers.
With his other hand he began to massage his prick. It stood up tautly, and he stroked it.
"Ooooh shit, fantastic ... piss, baby, piss for papa, heh, heh, heh...."
I was finished, but he wasn't. He pushed the now-swollen cock in at my pussy.
He fucked me. He made me step out and straddle him on the stool.
When he came, he kept it inside me for a long time, his hands prying apart my ass cheeks, and bouncing me up and down like I was a baby on his knee.
"Yes, Josie, you and your stepdaddy are going to have lots of fun together, aren't we? We'll be real good for each other. Before long, you'll know just how I like my cock sucked and all that sort of thing, won't you? Hm? Yes, indeed."
I lay there astride him, his prick within me, in a dreamy state of disgust. I Wondered why this was chosen as my fate, to be mistress to my own stepfather.
"Well, let's see now, Josie, have we got time for anything else?" he asked, as I was washing out my cunt at the sink.
I looked over at him blankly.
"Yes, I suppose there's still enough time for me to give you a nice hot, sudsy enema, before your mama gets home. Enough time for me to watch you take a long delightful crap."
I bit my lip and shuddered.
"Yes, so get your shit-track opened up while I go get the equipment. And then we'll call it a night, hm?"
When my mother got home she suspected nothing. She and her husband went to bed and then so did I. But for me it was a sleepless night. I couldn't think straight, so many thoughts passed through my anxious head. I had gotten myself in a dilemma there seemed no way out of. I could only hope that he would not take any more chances, and would leave me alone from here on.
The next day I went to school and tried to keep myself under control. It wasn't easy. Nor was it easy to keep my horrid secret from my sympathetic girlfriends. But I did.
My stepfather pretended that nothing had happened and said nothing to me of our "secret," in front of my mother or in private. I began to think he had settled for his pound of flesh and now was done with the matter. After all, it would hardly be very healthy for him to ever get caught. The statutory rape charge and more would certainly drop on his head.
But my optimism was unfound. Came the weekend and he announced that I would have to make some excuse to my mother and meet him in town at a certain spot.
I told her I was going to the movies. He claimed to be going out with some of the boys. His excuse proved to be close to the truth.
I met him at the assigned place and we drove away, out of a distant suburb.
At a large ranch-style house he stopped and we got out. There were several cars in the driveway.
"Where are we?"
"We're visiting some friends of mine. And you're going to be extra nice to them, understand?"
"You don't mean?"
"Don't mean what?"
"You're going to use me as a whore, a prostitute."
I tried to turn away and go back to the car. He caught my arm and dragged me to the house.
Inside were five middle-aged men. They had been drinking heavily. When my stepfather arrived they all shouted and laughed.
"Hey, Albert's brought us some pussy."
"Okay, Al, nice going. Does she suck cock?"
"She looks real sexy, Al. You didn't fail us, pal."
"Come on, baby, get your cunt out, I'm hungry as hell."
"She sucks cock, all right, boys, wait and see. Her name's Josie. Say hello to the nice men, Josie, heh, heh, heh...."
Two of the men immediately started taking off their clothes. The others soon followed suit. One of them, a short husky man, got his off first and came to help me with mine.
I began to struggle but my stepfather gave me the evil eye and I stopped.
He removed my blouse and my bra and fondled my tits and sucked on them till the nipples were fully erect.
"Look at the jugs she's got on her," he exclaimed.
"Let me get in there," another one said, also naked now, and eager to help me reach the same state.
He violently tugged down my slacks and ripped at my panties.
"Careful," Albert advised. "Remember I've got to take her home to her mother still in one piece, and that includes her clothes.
"Right," the man at my panties said, snickering. "We wouldn't want to embarass you, Al. Would we, fellas?"
"Nooo," they all chimed in unison.
The man pulled down my panties and patted my blonde bush. He twined his fingers in the flaxen curls and tugged on them.
"A blonde cunt! Al, you sure can pick 'em."
He made me open my legs and he forced his head in at my cooze. He slurped his tongue in noisily. His hands circled my bottom cheeks and pried them apart. The fat man was now behind me, and forcing a thick middle finger into my cornhole.
"Inside, baby, let it in."
I contracted my sphincter as he ordered, and the finger pushed its way inward. He licked my fanny at the same time.
"Hey, baby, say something," the one in front said. "Hey Al, tell her to talk some dirty-talk."
"Go on, Josie, tell them what's on your mind. Tell them!"
I knew what they wanted, and I gave it to them, every filthy thing I could think of.
"Come on, boys, keep at it. Kiss my fat ass. Isn't it nice and soft and round? Oh Man, put that finger way up my shitter ... my tight little shithole ... finger it ... in deep..come on, or you can pluck it out and I'll shit on your head ... You like my pussy ... you like the blonde hair on my cunt ... real nice ... Hey, I see some nice cocks in this room ... Doesn't anybody want me to suck his prick? Nobody?"
Another of the men scurried over to me, his erect organ in his hands.
"This one's all ready for you, dear ... come on, let her blow me."
He ran in and clubbed me on the cheek with his solid dork. Then he pushed his cock into my mouth. I swallowed it and sucked back and forth.
Behind me, the fat one was holding my long hair up and rubbing his prick on my neck. The one who was sucking out my cunt stood beside the third man and pressed his hard cock at my face, rubbing the thick head at my nostrils.
The third one's cock was pushed out before he came, by a fourth member of the party who in turn inserted his dong down my throat. I chewed the meat avidly, like an animal. The man pumped it back and forth strenuously, steadily increasing speed. I drew it in to the root, and sucked with all my strength. He came, and I had to swallow his gallon of gism down my throat.
They had me down on the floor now, and the fifth guy was fucking away at my pussy. Someone else was clawing at my fanny, one finger in my shithole. They manage to hold me on my side and while someone fucked my cunt another plowed up my ass. Two cocks were pushing into my mouth, straining the skin of my lips. I couldn't breathe even.
They kept at it, one after the other, all of them at once, again and again, hour after hour ... come dribbled off every part of my body ... my cunt seemed dead ... my shithole seemed ripped open ... I felt horrible ... indescribably disgusted.
They made me piss for them, shit for them, while they sat on the floor and watched, guzzling cans of beer like incredible slobs. They set out newspaper for me to shit on, like I was nothing more than an animal, a dog....
When my stepfather dropped me back off at our house, he said to me: "We're gonna do this every Saturday, so don't make any plans in the future."
I thought over what he said. I couldn't. No way. But if I didn't he would surely tell my mother. There was only one thing to do.
I never went back into that house. I've never seen my mother again, in over a year now. I don't know if he told her his version of why I left or not. I'm afraid to find out.