Case History 7

Subject: Sandra R. Age: Seventeen

INTERVIEW ONE

The effects of adult abuse of a young girl are always hard to eradicate. I was quite sympathetic, therefore, when Sandra R., and attractive teenager presented herself for treatment with her problem.

The type of sexual abuse in Sandra's case had taken the form of violent maltreatment from a group of older men for whom she had worked. And although Sandra no longer was employed at the place where she had been traumatized, the lingering effects were tearing her apart, psychologically.

In her own candid words, then, this is what happened.

I guess I always knew I would pay for having the kind of shape the guys liked, Sandra began. All through high school I had to fight off the fellows I dated. I was a ... a ... well, a good girl until they had intercourse with me and ... destroyed....

At this point I sharply interjected my belief that Sandra would better give up her self-berating. She was certainly not to blame either for being endowed with a sexually attractive body, or for the unfortunate experience that had transpired to upset her. In addition, words like "'intercourse",etc. seldom served to bring about emotional abreaction; so they should be dispensed with during our session.

Very simply, I told Sandra to speak coarsely, rudely, vehemently-to really open herself up just as though I were her schoolmate or sister.

Then I can say that I was a virgin, she went on, and that I'd never been fucked until those bastards used me to work their balls off on!

When I took my job after graduation I knew that the three men I worked for liked my figure. Sure, I didn't do anything to hide myself. Why should I have? I wore the tightest slacks that I could squeeze into, and, well, I never wore a blouse unless I knew that it was snug enough to suggest that I had plenty to feel underneath. When I was in school it never caused any harm to show what I had. I remember once, in fact, I was sitting in the front row of my English class, and I could see my teacher getting a hard-on from the way I was showing my legs. I had on a real, real short skirt that day, and I was wearing those knit black stockings-you know what I mean so I guess I was, well, sort of dressed to cock-tease that day!

Anyway, nothing happened. I got plenty of glances from all of my male teachers, and I heard one of the fellows comment-as I passed by in the school corridor-that man! he'd sure love to get into me! Well so what? He didn't get in! No one did. Not even my steady boyfriend, who I used to drive crazy with jealousy, because he knew that every guy who looked at me was thinking how nice it would feel to pump of a wad of gism right between my legs.

No, nothing happened, and I guess I was just a little too sure of myself. I thought that no guy would ever dare touch, so I really didn't do anything.

I had been doing all these menial tasks-working in that place-you know, the one I mentioned before-I kind of enjoyed knowing that three guys were walking around with their balls churning over the way my shape taunted them!

I should have known better when Mr. Cory asked me to work late that night. It was a Wednesday evening.

"Please get me that red file," Mr. Cory had called out to me, from inside his office. I heard the three of them-Mr. Cory, Mr. Walker and Mr. Anderson-all busy speaking in Cory's office, so I thought that it would be best to hurry up. You know, important business. I guess I was a little too efficient, because when I rushed into Mr. Cory's office with the folder I caught the tail end of a sentence he was saying. I knew that he didn't expect me to enter the office that soon after he requested the file, because ... well ... he was saying something to Anderson about ... me...."and did you catch a look at that ass Sandy's got?" he said with a smirk, and then the three of them turned suddenly as I entered the small room. They knew I'd heard, but they didn't seem embarrassed. Only surprised.

They all looked at each other. "Please," said Mr. Anderson, "Please close the door."

"Was there something you wanted to discuss about the file?" I asked. But the way he was looking at my legs told me he had other things on his mind. This was different than it had been before when fellows at school had looked me over-or even when I knew that I had given one of my teachers a piping pole because of my teasing.

"You sure do brighten up this office, Sandra," Mr. Walker said. He was the youngest of the three. About thirty. Mr. Anderson and Mr. Cory were about forty. All three of them, I knew, were married. And, as far as appearances went, they really weren't bad looking. But, I knew that they were thinking I was the hottest thing they'd ever seen! I thought, briefly, that these guys must not be getting enough fucking from their wives, the way they looked at me.

I was kind of nervous. I was also, well, kind of excited. I mean here were three grown men, and I knew that each one of them had a rock-like pecker between his legs just yearning to open up my cherry! What a position for a virgin to be in! Standing there alone in the office with three men who were horny as studs, and me dressed so that I could have made any guy I was with pop his cookies from just looking at me.

"Come over here, Sandra," said Mr. Cory. "Sit right here on my lap and see what you can learn about our ... our business discussion," he said. I saw him wink to his two partners. Well shit! I didn't really understand what was going on! I guess I trusted them, even though I knew what they meant. I just really never believed that they would ... would do ... anything. So, I pretended to be just as cool and sophisticated as you please! I turned my head and smiled at Mr. Anderson and Mr. Walker. Then I went over and sat down on Mr. Cory's lap.

When I sat down my skirt rode right up to my ass, and I kind of started suddenly, thrusting my breasts forward, because I felt his cock-that's right, he had a big, fucking hard-on-under my ass. I knew what that meant, but I didn't dare say anything. I thought-just for a second-that, wow!-this guy's got the kind of love-pole I always heard my girlfriends whisper about! He really did had a big, hard dick, and I felt it kind of pulsing under his pants, pressing against the crack of my ass, which I knew was sexily out-lined against the taut material of my mini.

"Mmm," Mr. Cory said, and dammit! he even lifted himself up a little, really jamming that big, adult dick hard into my ass! The other two men knew just what he was doing, and they were grinning wide. Sure, they must've thought. Look at that hot little virgin cunt! I'll bet it feels good to have her firm little ass resting on your hard, hot cock! I started to get up, but Mr. Cory took my arm and held me there. "Oh, don't get up, Sandra," he said. I could feel that damn pipe getting hot right under me!

"Mr. Cory, please, please excuse me," I started to say, but he held me there-this time with both arms, and I knew that he'd probably blow off a load of gism if could keep me on his lap long enough!

"Don't be in a hurry to go," said Mr. Walker.

"We really like the way you look around here," Mr. Anderson said. And when my glance turned, startled, to look at them, I saw that they both had hard-ons! Both of those men stood there with their hot, long cocks jutting out of the fronts of their pants, pointing right at me! And I was sitting there on Mr. Cory's lap with that fucking sexy skirt drawn up to my ass, and my boobs pushing the front of a really low-cut blouse out to greet them! Oh shit! I thought. What the fuck do they think....

"I've got a niece your age," Mr. Anderson said. And then he just let his hand brush the tip of his tool-right there under his pants!

"Does her ass show up the way Sandy's does when she walks around?" said Mr. Cory. And that rock in his pants seemed to get harder and stiffer and longer under my ass as he said each word.

"No, my niece never showed it off like Sandy," said Mr. Anderson. "My niece would get her little belly knocked up if she ever let herself show like that! Because if her boyfriend didn't pop his come up her hole, I would sure let my balls and my hot cock do a job on her!"

I couldn't believe this was happening. They didn't hit me, or anything. And they didn't even hold me down or trap me there while they spoke. But I was too scared to go, and, dammit! I feel so rotten to. say it! but I ... well, I ... enjoyed what I was doing to them. I figured they'd never, never actually do anything to me. They were just men. And they only wanted a little fun. After all, I was only just out of high school. A virgin. I was only seventeen, and I had never been fucked. The only sex I'd ever had was some clumsy finger-fucking from two boyfriends. And all I ever put out for a guy was to give him a hand-job. But I never fucked. And I wasn't going to! Not until I was married!

Then I felt Mr. Cory's hands come up under my arms and caress my breasts. He covered my erect firm boobs with his hands, and I arched when he touched me. But that only moved me so that his bulging prick was pressed harder in the crack of my ass, on his lap.

"Oh what a feel!" he said.

The three men laughed. They thought that I wanted it! Those three fucking horny men thought that I had wanted my sexy tits to be rubbed and felt and carressed like that! What the fuck did they think that I was! Did they think that because I dressed to tease I wanted a humping from every cock that could get to me?

Then I felt those hands kneading my flesh under my bra, and I began to squirm in his lap. He started to twist a little also, and then I knew what was happening. While I was trying to twist out of his grip, Mr. Cory was working his red-hot pole against the flesh of my ass, and he was getting off his rocks right there in his pants, with me on his lap!

When the juice squirted out in his trousers I almost vomited. I squirmed a little because I could feel the hot, scummy cream seep through the cloth and get the ass of my skirt wet. ButI couldn't stand or pull away, because Mr. Cory's lust over my tits and over my ass was making his grip on my breasts stronger, and he wasn't going to let go until every last jet of gism had pumped out of his greedy dick.

When his load was spent he relaxed himself, and kind of fell back in the chair. My blouse had come out of my skirt and it was open for the feeling I had just gotten. My skirt was over my ass from the grinding of our two bodies together there in the chair, and I just stood up, too shocked to say anything.

"You're real good, Sandy," Mr. Walker was saying. Then he was right in front of me, and grinding against my belly, while his hands gripped my shoulders, and his pull made my nipples press hard against his chest. He had a hard-on that couldn't be controlled, and he was panting madly, thrusting it against me. His prick was there, alongside my thigh, under his protruding bulge in his pants. My skirt was still high up, and when the gism jetted out, it came right through the material of the trousers and got the top of my stocking creamy and sticky.

"Ooh, man!" Mr. Walker grunted as he humped to the pumping jets of white cream that squirted out of his balls. "That leg of yours was made to be rubbed against a man's dick," he said, and his own lustful thoughts and words were the catalyst that urged out the final jet of gism, and that made him release me, and stand back. The big wet stain along the side of his pants made me feel strange, and then I tried to lower my skirt-to puil it down over my thighs-when my hand slid over the warm juice that had wet my stocking. I just pulled my hand up and looked.

"That's what you need," Mr. Anderson was saying. I jerked my head up as he was behind me, encircling my tits from behind, and letting me feel the full thrust of his piping hot member in my behind-jabbing into the rear end of my panties.

"Girls like you need plenty of fucking," he was moaning, and his legs were wide apart, as he pulled back, feeling my breasts with passionate lust, and letting that hard, hot, fuck-hungry cock of his rub and rub against my ass.

"Ooh no!" I said. And I knew that I was only spurring them on towards greater orgiastic pleasure.

When I felt the jet of milk hit my ass as it squirted through Mr. Anderson's pants, I also felt his hands grip my tits with an even more feverish lust.

Uuh! Uuh! You're really ... getting ... my rocks ... off!" was the last words he was able to utter, while his nuts greedily emptied their contents in fits of spasmic spurts.

When he let me go I just stood there. I had the cream from one load on the back of my skirt, gism from a wad stuck to the top of my thigh, and the hot, salty scum of my third tormentor's lust-ride right in my panties. He had humped me when my skirt was up over my ass.

They just stood around me, their wanton balls spent after feeling and using me like I was a toy for their entertainment. I don't know why, Doctor. I really don't know why ... but ... but I know that something about it all made me feel a little excited. I really felt like, well, I felt like I knew, unconsciously, that the way I had always dressed and acted had been bound to bring on something like this. And, I guess I felt almost like this was the kind of thing I deserved. I was really confused. Of course, I knew that I shouldn't want any of this, but regardless-I know I felt excited.

When Mr. Cory started to paw me again, I couldn't control the feeling of warm pleasure that my breast gave me to his touch. I was making efforts to pull away but, but ... well, I really wasn't fighting them off.

"How many guys have gotten you, Sandy?" Mr. Walker was asking. "Did the high school football team ever take you into their locker room and make you pipe them all?" he asked. I knew that he was just getting himself hot by thinking about what it must be like to shove that hard shooting love-rod into my mouth!

"Can you take a cock in the ass without getting so fucking hot you snap the guy's cock off from your bouncing up and down?" I heard Mr. Cory say. I felt him behind me. It was up and jamming against my end like he was horny enough to cork-off in a bottle!

"I bet you can ride a man's prick right to heaven!" Mr. Anderson grunted, as he let his hand feel my pussy. They were all over me! Oh no! I thought. Please help me! I'm a virgin!

But there was something in me that had wanted what I was getting. And I knew it.

I felt a hand grab my long, blonde hair, and when it pulled my head back I automatically opened my mouth.

"Look at that mouth!" A voice said. Just made for my cock and balls!" And although it hurt the way they pulled me to the carpeted floor, I found myself becoming hot.

I didn't know if it was Mr. Walker or Mr. Anderson who was kneading my pussy with his hands and pulling at my panties, but I saw Mr. Cory beside my head, grinning with sex-mad lust as he pulled down his pants with one hand, and held my head against the floor with the other. "My prick in your cock-teasing mouth!" he said. "You're going to choke on the bolts of scum that my prick will spit between those sensuous lips of yours!"

There were hands tearing off my panties, and feeling my pussy and ass madly. I felt fingers in my asshole, and a voice-I think it was Mr. Anderson's said: "Oh boy! Your firm, rounded ass makes me want to stick my head right in! Did your daddy ever blow off his load with this pair of cheeks massaging his prick?"

And then I knew that Anderson had been the one who was going ape over my seventeen-year old ass, because the groaning voice that said it wanted to squirt off a quart of juice in my pussy was Mr. Walker, and I could feel something rock-hard and throbbing pressing through the veil of my wiry pubic hairs.

His prick was so fucking big! That damn Mr. Cory had yanked off my blouse, and kneeled over my head so that his cock was against my face while his hands were gripping and feeling my tits. It was at that point when I felt the man behind me-the one feeling my ass release me, and Mr. Walker was squeezing himself between my legs. He was-oh no!-he was getting ready to fuck me off like I was a Fourth of July rocket!

I tried to turn my face down, away from the hairy, swinging balls above my mouth, and look down at the man who was readying himself to enter my virgin cunt, but the hands on my breasts released me, and then they were holding the sides of my cheeks! I tried to close my mouth but the pressure to force my mouth open was too great, and then I was there with my mouth open, and Mr. Cory's dick went in! My eyes almost bugged out of my head! It felt like it was going right down my throat, and like it would kill me with its hardness and with the twisting convulsions mercilessly against the walls of my mouth.

I don't know how, but I managed to groan fiercely when I felt the prick against my cunt. He was driving, driving, driving hard right into me, and then he jammed with all his might, as he thrust forward one last time, and fell forward-busting apart my virgin cherry, and grasping my shapely tits in his mad love-lust. Mr. Walker had popped me! And his ecstatic, thrusting, groaning spasmic hip movements were sending bolts of pleasure through me. The prick in my mouth and the cock in my hole were each undulating fiercely to the jerking, passionate movements of the men who were having me.

I was there on the office floor, going out of my mind with pleasure! How could this happen to me? Why did I want it? Why? Why? How could I have gone for years-through high school-without giving in to the lusty advances of the boys my own age who had been anxious to fuck the shit out of me, and not, until now, give in to the kind of crazy fuck-session that only the dirtiest whore on earth could enjoy?

My seventeen-year-old pussy was filled with come juice, and I was humping under the lusty thrusts of the man whose pole had wiped away my adolescent innocence. I was grunting and sucking and bucking my neck while the man above me-with his hot balls and cock-stuck his throbbing member further and further back down my throat. I was wriggling with convulsions of whore-lust while the two pricks that were in my body undulated with the pleasure that my young, healthy body gave them. Their groaning was becoming unbearable even to them, as the wave of passion enveloped them from the job I was doing on their pricks.

While the two of them pumped their way and on towards the moment of boiling, ecstatic lust-fulfillment that they yearned for, I was writhing like a wild, promiscuous fuck-bitch in my own sea of sexual satisfaction-and the juice just flowed and flowed as I came like the horny cunt I felt I was!

Only an hour before I had been tempting these men with my natural endowments, flaunting the fact that I had the kind of body men wanted, and knowing that it was me-as I taunted and teased them there in the office who was bringing their members to a standing attention, and to a fount of desire that could only be fucking! And now I was getting it! I was spread on the floor under two of them, sucking away on one cock, while my belly was struggling to keep up with humpings of the second cock, as as it reamed my cunt and brought indescribable pleasure to my sex-starved virgin body.

And then the entire universe seemed to explode inside me as the two peters of pleasure spasmed and shot their jets of salty, hot milk right into me. I felt my stomach knot when a succession of powerful jets went blasting up my insides, and when the pent-up sticky milk erupted in a sudden stream in my mouth. I twisted hard there on the floor, and when I came as they shot I though I would die with pleasure.

My mouth was full of the scum that didn't go down my throat, and it ran through my lips onto my own face. But my pussy had hungrily swallowed every drop of the scummy juice that had been pumped into it, and when they were finished with me, they just withdrew their softened members from my body.

I lay there, very still for a moment, panting with satisfaction, and with the liquid come juice of my own love-ride running down my thighs. My mouth was open and I breathed hard. Then his hands were on me.

It must have been the unbearable excitement of watching me get the shit fucked out of me that had sent Mr. Anderson in a wild rage of uncontrollable desire. His prick was so hard it didn't move back and forth while he played madly with my supine body. It just stuck straight out, and he groaned hard every time it contacted the flesh of my belly, then my thighs, and then....

My ass!

He rolled me over in a fit of lust, straddling like a horseback rider on the mound of my shapely cock-teasing ass, and his hands were under me, feeling my breasts, while he undulated against my ass, that damn prick of his insisting on entering through my ass crack.

Both his legs were spread wide, and I arched up my ass to greet that hot pipe of joy! And then I felt the head of it start to go in. And then I felt it all go in! And then I was up on my knees like a grunting, rooting pig, humping the shit out of the groaning, wild man who twisted as hard as he could to shove his rock-hard chunk of cock as far as he could get it up my asshole!

He was pushing and pushing and pushing and pushing. I thought that his cock was going to come right through my mouth, he was jamming it into my ass so hard! I felt the hottest charges of sex-passion I ever imagined, when his driving thrusts of greedy lust sent his pole back and forth-in and out-of that ass I loved to show off.

"Ooh, Sandy," he grunted madly. "I want that fucking ass of yours to beg for my big, hard ... dick!"

And then I felt him shudder like a charge of electricity had gone through his body, and his cock turned into a solid iron pole of pleasure in my asshole! I thought that a fucking enema was pumping boiling oil up my insides, as the powerful, bolting squirts and jets of milky, salty scum exploded their way up and up and up my ass!

"Aah! Ooh! Ooh! I love it!" I groaned like I was having an orgasm in every cell of my being! And I think that I had taken that grown man's cock on like a real champ, because after his milk was spent in my asshole, he simply crumpled down under my ass.

Oh it was so terrible! I knew what they had done to me! They had made me into a sex-hungry cunt! That's what they did to me. They had used me to fuck, and suck, and they just wanted....