Case History 6
Subject: Lucille I. Age: Nineteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Although a man's interest in a younger woman is not always and not necessarily of a purely exploitative, sexual nature, it unfortunately, frequently is. And while this all-too-common occurrence in our society often only encourages the growth of a more serious disturbance within the involved male party, it also-and more importantly-causes traumatic results in the psychological development and functioning of the female victim.
Younger girls do not always welcome the advances of older men, and they do not always actually have full enjoyment from such experiences. Lucille's case illustrates what happens when, out of fear, a young girl submits to the sexual advances of an older man.
Her story is clinically enlightening, and, especially when she tells it in her own words, almost shocking.
I had been out of high school about five months, when I got this job with a company just outside the City. I had wanted work with a large corporation in mid-town, but I just wasn't able to find anything. So, when the boss of this construction outfit interviewed me and said that I could work for him as his private secretary, I jumped at the chance. He offered a good salary, and said that, on one night a week, I'd have to work late with him to adjust weekly records. This, he said, was the reason why he had had difficulty filling the position before. And it was also why he'd pay me well.
I was happy about getting the job, and for the first week, I didn't mind the work at all. And then ... well ... on that Friday when I was supposed to work late, I walked into my boss' office....
"We're going to do this paper work at my place. Okay, Lucy?" he said. "My daughter's home and she'll fix us a little something to eat."
Well, what the heck. I didn't think that there was anything wrong with my going to Mr. Cameron's home-especially since we were going for business reasons, and since his daughter would be there. Mr. Cameron was around forty-five or so, and I guess his daughter must have been about my own age.
"Sure, Mr. Cameron," I said. "I don't mind at all."
"Don't worry, Lucy," he smiled. "I'll drive you back to your folks' house when we're through."
When we left in Mr. Cameron's car I felt a little embarrassed. This was the first time I'd ever worked before, and, of course, I had wanted to make as good an impression as possible. I was wearing an attractive, blue sweater that, well, what's the use of kidding , really showed me off.
It was at this point that I told Lucy to forget about her ordinary "proper manners" in speech and to begin relating to me like I was one of her school chums. Just talk to me like I was her girlfriend, and forget about the fact that I was a man, or that I was a therapist.
She agreed.
So, I was wearing this tight blue sweater that accented my breasts. I meanr I know my figure's good, and I figured what's wrong with a girl going all out to present a good appearance, as well as a good effort, on her first job.
My skirt was a little, well, a little sexy, I guess, though it didn't seem that way when I was standing or sitting in the office. It was just above my knees, and my legs, like my breasts, were pretty all right. Whenever I had dated in high school or since, I've had to cope with guys who just wanted to fool around with me. It wasn't my fault, and I sure wasn't sorry that I had the kind of body men looked twice at.
Well, my skirt rode up real high when I was sitting next to Mr. Cameron in his car. I just couldn't help it. It rode up half-way up my thighs, and I guess my legs looked a little too good, because I caught Mr. Cameron glancing at them with a look that didn't seem to hide much of what was on his mind. I was surprised! And he had a daughter my age! Or at least I thought he had, while we were driving toward his house.
Anyway, I pretended not to notice Mr. Cameron's glance, but I blushed-I know I did when he stopped for a light and looked at the shapely thrust of my tits under my sweater. Sitting there in that car, I guess I looked kind of seductive, what with my hair really long, and hanging over my shoulders, and my legs and tits showing like that.
Then Mr. Cameron sort of eased forward a little in the car seat. He didn't look at me, but, instead, glanced down right ... right between his legs. I looked also, and I felt a little, well, scared. He was up. I mean, he had an erection, like he was one of those guys I had dated when I was....
I asked again, for the purpose of of mutually efficient work together, that Lucille drop all euphemisms and polite talk. Close your eyes, if you must, I told her, and just imagine that I'm a close girlfriend. Then speak naturally.
Lucille nodded.
Well, I saw Mr. Cameron's dick. That's what it was. It was just like a damn stick, the way it pushed out the front of his trousers, and the way it kind of stuck up, as well as out. And when he looked back at me and smiled, I thought, hey! what does this old man think he's doing? He's not going to get his rocks off with me! I've never even been fucked. I'm a virgin! I've never gone all the way with any guy-not ever that boy I was going steady with last year!
I thought that Mr. Cameron must be crazy or something. I had worked with him all week, and I thought that he was like a father or older-uncle type. Man, I never thought he wanted me to pop off his nuts!
When we got to his house, I got out of the car first. I didn't wait for him to get out and open the door for me. I didn't want to be face to face with that pole of his, that's why!
While we walked up the way to Mr. Cameron's front door, he took my arm. It was a gentle hold, but I guess the thought of his balls getting hot and his prick standing up over my legs and tits, just made me pull away nervously.
"Say, relax," he said. His tone was really gentle, and I felt bad. After all, he'd said nothing to me, and he was, after all, a man, right? I knew damn well his wasn't the first prick to stand up because of my shape, so why blame him?
"I'm sorry, Mr. Cameron," I said. "I guess I'm just a little tired."
He smiled and we walked to the front door, then went inside.
It was when he switched on the light that I noticed that we were alone in the house. The full thought took a moment to reach me, but then I turned and asked where his daughter was.
"Oh, she'll be home a little later," he said. Somehow, I felt that something was wrong. I didn't say anything, though, since I didn't want to make a fool out of myself. And, after all, he was my boss.
"I'll be out in a moment, Lucy," Mr. Cameron said. Then he walked back into one of the rooms and closed the door. I felt like I was being silly. But then, I felt, well, I just suspected something.
When Mr. Cameron came out of the room, he was wearing a bathrobe and slippers. I was surprised, but, after all it was his house.
"Mr. Cameron!" I said. "How come you're uh," and I gestured toward his robe.
"Well, we might as well be comfortable," he said. Then he smiled, and motioned for me to sit down on the couch.
I asked Mr. Cameron what he would like me to start on, and he laughed. Then I knew that something awful was on his mind.
Mr. Cameron stood there. I was sitting on the couch, and, well, that mini of mine was displaying my legs again! Dammit! I thought. But I was more scared than angry.
I saw the front of Mr. Cameron's robe sort of rise! Oh no, I thought. And I saw his prick just push its was between the folds of his robe. He had a hard-on like a bull stud!
He laughed. "What are you doing!" I blurted. But I was too scared to move. And my voice was more of a shriek than a challenge.
"Don't tell me it's the first one you've seen," Mr. Cameron said. "Why, with those legs and that ass of yours, you've probably been rolling your belly under half the guys in the city!"
I braced myself back in the couch. When I did, my skirt rose up even higher, and I saw that fucking tool of Mr. Cameron's stiffen like a log.
"Please," I said.
Again, Mr. Cameron laughed, and he just pulled the front of his robe apart. He wasn't wearing any shorts or anything, and his dick just stood up straight and pointed at me!
As he took a few steps nearer, I put me hand over my mouth. I was so confused, and shocked, and I just couldn't believe it! I moved back, and raised one leg onto the couch in a motion to withdraw from Mr. Cameron as he came towards me, but my action only raised my leg and showed my panties and thighs to that man who was coming at me. I could see him become excited with lust, and I froze, as he reached for my shoulders. I just sat there, my legs stretched as far apart as my skirt would permit, and my bulging tits sticking right up at his erect member as he held my shoulders.
"No," I said stupidly. "Please, I don't understand...."
"Look at that pair!" Mr. Cameron said. His cock was right close to my mouth and I caught its ugly male odor as he came even closer. When that hunk of hot cock slapped the side of my cheek I wanted to get up and run. But I couldn't. "My prick almost came through my desk while I was watching you in the office this week," he said.
"What are you going to do?" I asked. But inside me, I knew exactly what this man was after.
"I cracked off my nuts six times this week, just dreaming of the way you show that shape of yours off when you come to work."
Oh, why did he think that because I wanted to look attractive or pretty that had meant I wanted to get laid, a voice screamed inside.
But before I could verbalize any protest, Mr. Cameron's hands had pushed me down, across the cushions of the couch. His large hands were pawing and feeling my tits, and then he was pulling the sweater off me, so that he could get a hold of my flesh. I struggled against him, but that only made him more excited, and he grunted with a kind of special lust, as his hands tore off my skirt and left me there on the couch, under his madly-pawing hands, clad only in a scanty bra, and a pair of panties.
My bra came off with one jerk of his hand, and my breasts bounced in front of his face, enticing his lust, and making his prick become even harder and stiffer, and more determined to jam up my cunt.
"I'm going to give you every inch of it," he groaned, as his hands were down at my waist, tearing off my panties, and revealing the pubic hairs of my muff.
"Oh, you've got some fucking shape," he grunted. "You know my dick's been up for it, don't you!" he said. I was scratching and pulling at his face-trying to get his crazy, lust-driven hands off my virgin body.
His robe was still on when he mounted me there on the couch. I was stark naked, and I moaned with a pleading, fearful cry for him to please stop. Please! I had begged. Please! Please! I'm a virgin!
But he was frantically, greedily feeling at my nipples, my breasts, my ass, and then he shoved his strong hand down between my legs. He was forcing them apart, and I was terrified. I couldn't stop him!
He was groaning with lust and sweating from the heat aroused by his passionate desires.
The head of his raw, hot prick was pressing viciously at the pussy between my legs, and I became almost frantic. I twisted, I turned, I tried to throw the two of us onto the floor, but ... but, I couldn't fight him off me.
"You wild little bitch!" Mr. Cameron was moaning. "You wild little cunt! I'll pump so much juice into your fine little hole that you'll love it, and beg for more!"
Then I felt it. He plunged forward, and thrust with each ounce his power, and that burning pole of cock busted right through my virgin pussy, and squirted its first shot of boiling gism right up my insides. Oh no! I thought, but I only screamed as those milky jets of hot love juice pumped from his nuts into my pussy.
Only an hour ago I had been a virgin, and now I was getting violated-I was being raped and fucked by a man old enough to be my own father.
I couldn't stand it when I lay there hysterically crying, while he pulled his wet, soft dick from my hole.
The whole thing was awful. I was crying and I couldn't control it. I couldn't even get my clothes back on, I felt like I had completely lost control of everything I was doing. I was lying there with Mr. Cameron over me, and he was just glaring down on my naked body, gloating over the satisfaction he had taken with that virgin pussy of mine that he had just opened wide.
"Can you feel my scum boiling up your pretty little insides?" he groaned. Then he smiled and placed both of his hands down on my breasts. "These need lots of feeling," he said. "You're the kind of little bitch that'll need plenty of humping and fucking and sucking now that your cherry's been popped!" I couldn't do a thing.
I just stared up Mr. Cameron and tried to pull myself together so I could try to reason with him. If only he'd let me get up and get dressed, I'd just run out of that house!
"I want to get out of here," I said. I was scared, but I also felt like there was nothing more, really, that this sex-mad man could do to me. Then I felt it-I couldn't see it because of the way he was straddling me-but I felt that thing of his start to harden up again! "You're going to kill me!" I screamed. "I can't ... I can't! ... Please don't!"
But I knew he was getting erect and crazy with lust again, and I just didn't want that dick in me again. I didn't want him firing off any more of that jazz into me-I didn't want it! I couldn't stand it again!
When he grabbed my hair and started to move over to the side I thought he was going to hit me, or something. But then, when he had yanked my nude body over, so that my face was prostrate along his thigh, I knew! I knew that he want me to ... to suck him! He wanted to shove his cock into my mouth and pop his second load right in my mouth!
As I realized what he wanted I started to pull away. "No! " I shouted. "Please! Please! I don't want it to go in my mouth!" I begged but it was no use. Mr. Cameron's prick was pressing hard against my face again, and his humping motions against me conveyed the lust-madness that had overtaken this man! He arched over and took my head in both his hands. "Please!" I begged. "Oh, no, please don't...."
And then he pressed it hard against my mouth and forced my lips apart to greet that throbbing pole of prick, by pressing my jaw muscles with his fingers. I gagged as that piping hot member jammed into my mouth.
"Ooh," he moaned. "You cock-sucker," he said. "Why, oh, oh," he moaned, and I felt it stiffen until it was like holding a hot rod of iron in my mouth. Mr. Cameron's groan of ecstatic pleasure was like the lust-cry of a madman. His pipe spewed out a stream of hot gism that made me wretch while his cock was jiggling in my mouth. I thought I would die from all of that salty scum that filled my mouth.
When he finished, he was utterly spent, and I was so exhausted and sick and hysterical, that I fell over on the floor and collapsed into unconciousness.
Of course there was no way I could do anything about what had happened. I had agreed to go to his house with him, didn't I? He was a respectable businessman, and this was my first week on the job. Who would ever believe that Mr. Cameron ever did that to me. I knew that they'd say I had led him on. That's what they always say, isn't it? They'd call me a cheap little flirt who got what she deserved. My parents would die if they knew what had happened, and the trouble might kill my father-he's not a well man. So, what could I do? Was there any possible way that I could protect myself? No! And I knew it.
So, there really was nothing I could do. Even if I told the truth, it would just be twisted around.
But, I refused to return to work, of course. When I finally got away from Mr. Cameron I just went home and cried my eyes out. I never went back to the job, and I was sure that I'd never see Mr. Cameron again.
When I discovered that I had left some important things in the office, is when-that Monday-I knew I'd have to contact Cameron again. But I'd call the office, and just tell him to mail my things to me, I decided. My parents were not even home-my dad knew Mr. Cameron-so I could call and say what I had to without any trouble.
It was his voice on the phone that made me squirm with self-hatred and disgust. He spoke easily, though. Easily! He had popped the shit out of my virgin cherry, and he was smart enough to know that I'd be helpless to do anything about it.
Anyway, I told him what I wanted. "Just mail it to me," I insisted. Then I hung up.
It was the first time in six months-not since I'd been to a friend's party-that I had a drink. Right there, after I spoke to Cameron, I went to the bar in my parents' house and had a strong drink. My hands were shaking, and I went into the living room to sit down and try to relax.
At least it was over! Over!
Then the doorbell rang. I got up, expecting to see one of my friend's, and I smiled as I walked-feeling a little better-to the door.
When I saw Cameron standing there in the doorway, I felt as though I had entered the world of a perpetual nightmare!
He just walked in. He knew my father. My father and mother knew and respected him. Oh shit! No! This couldn't really be happening to me!
"Boy, I missed you," Cameron said.
"My-my parents will be right out," I said, remembering that it was my home-not his that we were now in.
"Now don't be a liar," Mr. Cameron said. "I spoke to your dear daddy on the phone. He told me that he took your mother out and that they'd be away for at least the whole day."
Everything in me fell apart. I brought my hand up to my mouth, because I just couldn't believe what was going on. I had been raped by-this man. I had been fucked up good. He had made me suck every drop of cream he had out of his nuts, and he almost-drove me crazy. Now-now, here he was in my home-in my parents' home-and, OH NO! I started to back away from him.
I tripped back and slipped to the floor. I was wearing my housecoat, and, except for its filmy protection, I had nothing on my body. Cameron bent down, and I felt his hands take me by the arms and pull me to a standing position before him.
"You look real hot in pink," he said. "Why I could stick my big prick into your damn little ass right now, without taking that thin little nightie off you" he said.
"Don't do anything to me," I said slowly and carefully. "I don't want you to do anything to me. Leave me alone!" But I just felt myself turning into jelly! Then he pulled me up close to him, and that fucking prick that had reamed my virgin pussy and popped its come in my mouth was pressing hard against the filmy front of my housecoat! I could feel the coarseness of his trousers as his prick stretched its fabric to rub against my hole and my belly.
He was all over me with his roving, pawing, dirty hands, making me feel his pent-up lust again, and making me know that he intended to fuck me until his cock was again satisfied.
"Undress me!" he commanded. Oh no! Oh what is happening to me! I thought. There was nothing I could do. Nothing....
When I took his clothes off I felt myself becoming dirty and ugly as his hairy, strong body became naked. Then he was there with his cock up-with a hard-on that looked like a baseball bat-right in front of me. He started to slowly strip off my housecoat.
When we were naked together, standing there with him feeling every inch of me I almost felt like leaping out the window! No, I wasn't fighting off his sex-mad hands! I felt oh forgive me-I felt that, that, well, oh, I felt that I wanted it! WHAT HAD HAPPENED TO ME! What had he done to me?
"Don't do it," I said. But there was no protest in my voice. "Don't',' I said, but I throbbed against his eager hands, as he felt me, and I knew that my breasts wanted his feeling, as much as his prick wanted my hole. I knew that I was crazy, but some instinct had taken over my body as his hands were playing with me. I remembered his words: I was the kind of little bitch who'd need a lot of fucking and sucking once I'd been popped! And then my my hands were reaching hungrily for his prick.
When I had his nuts in my hand I heard his grunt. He pressed his body forward, and I only knew that the madness of my desire had wiped out all remnants of reason within me. I loved the way it felt! I wanted that fucking dick to hump all the living shit out me!
"Give it to me!" I said.
"You hot little number," Mr. Cameron said. "How long did you think that you'd go with those sexy outfits, and that cock-teasing little walk of yours! Now you need fucking just like you made every guy who looked at you feel that he needed it, too! Ooh, you made me get hot nuts every time I saw you, you when I reamed your sexy little mouth with my pole I knew you'd come to love it!" He was panting and feeling me madly. We had fallen to the floor and were in each others' arms, undulating to the rhythm of our rapid grinding motions together.
His hand was on my ass and I loved it! He was kneading the flesh, and then sticking his fingers up my crack, and I was squealing in delight from the sensations of lust that reverberated throughout my body.
I voluntarily spread my legs apart under him, and I felt his big body grunting and panting out beads of sweat, as he positioned himself to penetrate my insides.
"Please!" I moaned. "Ooh, what you're doing to me! What have you done to me," I groaned. I was feeling shudders of pleasure as he pushed the head of his pecker against my hole and then withdrew it.
Then, he bent forward over my spread-eagled, wanting body, and put his fingers by my hole. He was spreading apart my cunt lips, and then, oh! then he pressed his head forward and drove his tongue into my young love-box. It touched my aching clit, and I felt my whole pussy and my whole body tremble and light up with ecstatic, lusty bolts of forbidden excitment and pleasure!
His tongue played and toyed with that little center of sex pleasure in my hole, and I was screaming for him to keep driving me crazy with the pleasure that his tongue was giving me.
He was rubbing his hard, erect dick along my thigh-all hunched over me, while he ate me out like I was the most delicious thing in the world!
When my cunt juice began to flow and run, I thought that I was going to die right there in a fit of indescribable rapture! And I felt a stream of hot gism shoot along the softness of my thigh. Then more shot forth from his fuck-rod, and I groaned like a horse was humping my belly off!
When we finished he fell right on top of me and the slushy, hot warmth of his spent come stuck between our two bodies and held us together.
"You little fucker," he said to me when we finished. "I know why you love it," he said. "Just like I knew you were going to want hot rocks every night-just like I knew that you would want it-that's how I know why!" he said.
I was confused. Cameron's body had given me the greatest pleasure I had known. I didn't know whether I loved or hated this man who had popped me and used me. But the way my teenage body humped to the touch of his fingers, tongue and prick, I knew that he was giving me something that I needed.
"What do you mean?" I asked him. "Oh, what have you done to me," I groaned. It was half with pleasure and half with hatred-for both him and me-that I had spoken.
"You always wanted his prick in you," Cameron moaned. "I know it," he said.
"Whose? What do you mean?" I asked.
"If he wasn't ill and if your mother was out of the way, you'd probably have waved your horny little ass in front of him until he went right ahead and gave you the fucking you craved!"
I threw my head back. "What are you saying," I said.
Again I looked straight at him and repeatedly asked. "What do you mean?" I said.
"Like every little prick teaser with a horny body, you've always dreamed of having your dear daddy pump off his nuts into you and split your virgin cherry!"
"No!" I cried out. I closed my eyes and covered my mouth with my hands, but I knew ... I knew that he had said the truth.
"I don't," I said stupidly, feeling the beginnings of the strongest desire I had ever experienced in my life shake my being.
Cameron laughed began to feel me up again. This time I couldn't control anything! This time I wanted it, I wanted his hard prick to blast me apart with the hottest, hardest bolts of creamy gism he could fire into me! I wanted Cameron to pump off every drop of milky scum that I made him feel boil over in his balls!
Cameron's touch was like the touch of a sex magician who knew exactly what to do. It was because of his words. His words, and that dirty dark secret that I'd always known but never faced. Cameron made me face it, and I could feel daddy's balls brimming over with their acid-hot come, when I closed my eyes and again began to play with the nuts that devirginized me. Oh, Cameron! I thought. And then he thrust down against the fuckhole that he knew was his!
"Come on, Lucy baby," he groaned. "Open it up for daddy!" he said, and I spread my legs so fucking wide I thought they'd split!
I could feel it go in like it owned me. That hot, hot, hungry and passionate prick went in and up like it wanted to blow me apart with its force. My desire had me enveloped in a fit of rapturous bliss and I twisted passionately in the arms of the man who had fulfilled my adolescent dream. I twisted and my belly humped like a dancer's under the greedy thrusts that sent that fuck-stick up and further in, my pussy. I went wild-totally out of my mind-with that sizzling pecker jamming back and forth to give that greedy older man his lustful delights!
My body just twisted itself like a madwoman's, and though I'm just a teenager, I was fucking like a backyard whore with ten years of emptying peckers to my credit.
"Uhh!" I heard Cameron-I heard my own father!-moan above me. "Ohh, you little ... bitch ... Ooh!" I heard that man grunt in a spasm of sexual insanity as we both blew up in ecstasy while we writhed there on the floor. His jets of squirting cream were the most delicious and degrading bolts of scum I'd ever feel in my life, and I was sure that the soft wetness of my own pussy-juice made that orgasmic moment the crowning point of Cameron's sexual adventures.
I don't know if or how many other young girls he'd seduced by his knowledge of the secret he'd used on me, but I was giving that horny, middle-aged bastard the fucking best hump he ever had, and his wild sounds of fitfull moaning as he squirted off and popped his gism into me made me feel like the hottest woman on earth!
We had slept together there on the living room floor in complete exhaustion. His spent balls were still in my hands when we awoke, and the scum from his first load was dried on my leg, and stuck to the floor under my ass, where we had rocked each other to orgasmic delights only hours ago.
Sure, he fucked me right there again! He gave it to my teenage body like he had been one of those horny high school wiseguys who tries to knock up any chick who'll go out with him. We fucked and I loved it.