Case History 4

Subject: Rita M. Age: Seventeen

INTERVIEW ONE

Rita's problem was interestingly different. Although now, Rita was enjoying what laymen would term a "normal" heterosexual relationship with a man her own age-or at least within her own age category, her problem was that she had never resolved, an occurrence of the previous summer, when she had held a summer job in the mountains.

The husband of the woman who had employed her as a waitress made initial sexual advances toward her when she had started her job, and, ultimately, the man seduced her. Now, with her boyfriend whom she says she plans to marry, Rita is disturbed over guilt feelings about the dual fact that she is not a virgin, and that her first lover had been a man old enough to be her father.

It was necessary to ask Rita to describe that traumatic experience of one year ago, and, in her own words, this is how she described it I had been up at the resort for two days. Ever since I arrived and was introduced to the people, I knew that Phil-that was Mrs. Wubble's husband had his eyes on me. Sure, I knew that I had a shape-especially for my age-and there were plenty of guys who wanted to, uh, well,....

I urged Rita to dispense with formalities and "politeness". I was a therapist, I emphasized, and it was simply ridiculous for her to feel ashamed or to be inhibited in how she spoke to me. In addition, I said, holding back, would only retard progress. So, I explained, please speak to me in the same language that you would use with, say a close girlfriend. She understood, and agreed to do this.

Well, I knew that plenty of fellows wanted to fuck me. I was always getting wolf-whistles around school, and I heard a couple of pretty suggestive comments from lots of guys and men with whom I came into contact.

I always took care to dress well. Every girl did, and I guess I was sort of proud that my, well, my boobs and my ass had a better shape than most of the other girls. I liked to wear hot pants sometimes, and, of course, those teasing micro-minis, and the low-cut type blouses that are so popular today. I've got it, I figured. Why not show it? You can't, to put it bluntly, get knocked up from the way the guys looked at you or spoke, could you?

So, when I noticed that Phil was giving me the eye it was nothing I hadn't experienced before. But there was something about the way Phil looked at me that really shook me up a little. Maybe it was because he was older than the fellows at school had been or maybe it was because I felt a little adventurous being away from school and home for the first time. I don't really know-but I felt kind of naughty in an exciting way when I saw the way Phil's eyes always traveled over my body.

Anyway, it happened one afternoon when I had finished the morning shift. It was about two-thirty in the afternoon, and I was on my way back to my room, in the cabin behind the main hotel building. I was wearing this cute little waitress' skirt, right up over my knees, and a thin white blouse. Well, I was tired and hot, and there was nobody around while I walked back to the cabin, so I just opened the front of my blouse. I did have on this summer-weight bra, and I could have always pulled my blouse closed if I had seen anybody coming.

When I opened the door to my cabin-we never used any locks or anything like that-I walked in and threw on the light. I turned to go and undress by my bed and, wow! I got the shock of my life to see Phil sitting there. He turned his head away, and was laughing.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Rita," he said. "I just stopped in to talk for a moment. I had no idea you'd show up like that!"

"Well, Phil!" I muttered. I hurriedly pulled my blouse closed. I didn't want to take the time to button it up-I just wanted to hide my breasts from his view.

I suppose that the thing I didn't want to admit to myself was that I had gotten a real thrill from knowing that Phil had caught a peak at my boobs. After all, he wasn't a bad looking guy. He was pretty well-built, handsome, and only around thirty-five or so.

Anyway, I was all covered up when Phil turned to me, and, while he sat on the bed, gave a long wolf-whistle.

"Oh Phil," I said. "That's not funny!" And I realized I was standing there in front of him standing so that my short skirt showed off my legs....

"Well, Rita." I heard him say. "I wasn't trying to be funny." He just lounged back on my bed while I stood a few feet away near the door.

"You really are quite a girl," Phil said. "There are plenty of women who'd just love to have the shape you've got."

When Phil said that I became slightly-well aroused. There was. something about being alone out there in the country, away from all my family and friends, and having this grown man alone with me in my room. And he was complimenting me on my figure! Hell, that was nothing that every guy I had known hadn't done a dozen times.

Phil and I both laughed, and then I started to button up the front of my blouse. I stood facing him, though, while I did it, and then I took my time, too. When I finished, I looked; saw Phil lean back and display the crotch of his legs to me. And, wow! Did he have a hard-on! His prick was pushing up like a tree stump under his denims! Well, the sight of that prick of his standing up that way and standing up on account of me-just turned me on. I didn't like it, not really or completely, because I knew it meant that Phil was just out to plug me, but still....The excitement was there and I felt kind of dangerously-tantalizing there alone in that cabin with this horny guy.

"Come here and sit down, Rita," Phil said.

I knew I shouldn't have, but I went over and sat down on the bed with Phil. I pretended not to notice that cock of his popping out of his pants.

When I sat down, Phil leaned forward and put his hand on my shoulder. "Rita, are you tired from working hard?" he asked. I could tell that Phil was hiding the passion that he wanted to unleash with his fingers, because his just touched me very softly.

"Yeah," I said, "I am a little tired." Then I turned to look at him.

As he tried to steady himself upright on the bed, he put both of his hands out and his fingers brushed my tits. Well, that flimsy summer blouse and that light bra I had on were no covering at all, and I really got a sudden charge when that man's hands touched me. Then, before I could get my composure together, I found Phil sitting up alongside me, with his arm around my shoulder. Shit! There was no point in pretending. I knew what he wanted, and-although I wasn't about to let this guy pop my cherry-I knew that I pretty much felt a tingling inside me for the same thing!

"You really turn me on, Rita," Phil said. He'd have never gotten that bold, I knew, unless he had sensed that I too felt the beginnings of desire in my virgin body.

"Please, Phil," I said. "Please," I muttered.

His arm was still around me.

Then Phil brought his other hand up and put it right under my breast. Dammit! That married man knew just where to touch me to get me going! Lots of fellows I'd dated tried to feel me up-but always, I was in control, and they only played as far as I'd felt like letting them. Sure, I let one or two-that I really liked-go pretty far, and feel me up until my pussy got wet. But no guy ever acted so boldly as this man! And he didn't mess around with clumsy pawing. He placed that hand of his right where it made me feel like fucking. I sat up straighter. Not because I wanted Phil to stop, but because I didn't want him to stop. And he knew it!

"You're just as young and sexy as a girl can be," Phil said. His hand began to feel my breast sensuously, and I moved my shoulder back so that every inch of that boob would get the feeling-up I needed.

"You give me a stiff boner, Rita," he said. "Do you know what that is?"

I just licked my lips. "Phil," I said. "You're making me feel...."

"Like fucking," he finished.

I nodded.

He had said it very casually, like he knew that my young, virgin body just couldn't stand it without a man forever. He knew he was getting me crazy when he felt me.

"Phil, I don't want to do anything," I said. "I don't want to get into trouble," I said. But I didn't so much as try to move away when he sat closer to me and began to open the front of my blouse.

Then Phil took one of my hands in his and he drew it slowly over to his lap, spreading his legs as he did so. I knew, before I even felt it, that he'd have a hard-on than would make my pussy start of juice up.

"That's up for you, baby," Phil said as I felt him press my hand into his meaty pole.

Oh, man, I thought, to myself. This guy's prick is as hard as a fucking rock.

"Phil, oh Phil" I said. "It's so ... so hard!"

Then Phil stood up. I was sitting right there in front of him, and that fucking pole of his was protruding from the front of his jeans like a stick....He held my hand on his cock, and I didn't try to pull it away. Then Phil started to unbutton my blouse. As my thin blouse came off I saw the way he was staring at the firm, bulging breasts as my thin bra pushed them up for display.

Phil bent forward and did what I'd never thought could feel so fucking good and exciting! He let his wet lips and his tongue begin to play with my breasts-right through the cotton of my flimsy bra! I arched up hard and close my eyes. Oh shit! I felt like my boobs were going to stand up and scream!

When I opened my eyes Phil was standing there in front of me unbuckling his pants. Just the sight of his big tool tearing through the front of his boxer shorts made me feel like coming. I couldn't help it! I reached forward and started to pull down his undershorts. His fucking hot cock stood straight out and Phil moved it so that it slapped across the side of my face.

"Give it a kiss, Rita," he moaned to me. "Take my balls in your sweet hands, and give my rock-hard cock a nice kiss."

There was only one time before when I had let a guy pump off in my mouth. I was fifteen and he was eighteen, and he had gotten so horny after we were necking that he said I had to do it to him, or he'd leave me. Well, I didn't want him to leave me, so I sucked him. But it just tasted bad, and I did it to keep my boyfriend. This time I really felt more like a woman-and I felt like by having this guys prick in my mouth it proved how desirable I was. And I did, now, for some strange reason, feel unafraid, and really aroused with a hot desire.

Phil pushed it forward again, and this time I opened my mouth and guided it right in. Phil groaned out loud, because I let it slide way in and back, and then I tightened my mouth around it for a second, and let it go. When I took it out of my mouth, Phil was crazy with desire.

"Oh, you little cock-sucker!" he said. "How many guys have you sucked off!" Then he just pushed his peter forward again for more and my mouth was open and waiting. When it went in I didn't let it go this time. I really sloshed his fucking prick around with my tongue and my cheeks, and Phil was doing a damn dance right there in front of me with his prick in my mouth.

"Oh shit! Rita, oh Rita you're making me go outta my mind!" he groaned in furious passion.

There was one thing on my mind while I was letting Phil pump off his nuts in my mouth: I wasn't going to let him fuck me. No, even if I did feel desire, I wasn't going to give in. I was a virgin, and I was only sixteen, so I wasn't going to let this man shove his prick up my hole and bust up my cherry. Never! He could feel me and play with me, and, well, sure, I'd even suck him off like this-but he was not going to ram his pole up my cunt!

Well Phil was grinding that pole of hot meat into my mouth so fucking hard I thought that I'd choke on it. He had a cock that made the kids' peckers look like pinky fingers!

I was sort of grinding up close to Phil while I sucked him, also. My pussy was hot as a fire, and the panties I was wearing were getting all wet and sloppy from my own love-juice. My hands were teasing and playing and fondling with his balls, and I knew that any minute Phil was going to blow a load of white scum into me that could shake my head up!

I wanted to pull his rod out of my mouth before his popped his load and started squirting off like a fucking water pistol. That's what I had done with that fellow back in school, and I remember it was funny to me then, because that horny guy pumped off about a pint of hot gism all over my breasts, my arms, and my face. He even shot some on the seat of the car.

When I felt that Phil's hot pole was ready to start shooting off its love-juice, I started to suck harder, and then to begin drawing my head back so that I'd be able to pull it out of my mouth when it exploded, but I suddenly felt Phil's hands behind my head. He was grunting like a pig, and driving that pole of his back and forth like mad. I couldn't even breathe!

"Ooh, baby," he moaned ecstatically. "Ooh! ooh, Ooh!!" he groaned out load, and then the first wad of creamy gism hit the roof of my mouth. I couldn't pull back. It was too late.

Phil was clinging to my head and my hair, and those shots of hot, salty milk spattered to inside of my mouth and filled it so that I gagged on his cock while it was still in my mouth. The-scum was oozing out between my lips, all over Phil's softening prick, and down my chin.

I was coughing and retching for a few minutes after Phil had pulled his joy-stick out of my mouth, and Phil just sat down beside me and held me. He patted my back.

"Oh Rita, the way you suck you should be an expert. How can you cough like that after you do such a good job of squeezing all the milk out of my balls?"

After a short while I just stood up and walked around. Phil stood up, too, and pulled his jeans back on.

"We need to do a lot more, Rita," he said to me. "We need to really make each other satisfied and happy," he said.

"Look Phil," I said to him. "Look, let's just, well, let's be careful. Do you know what we're doing?"

"Sure, baby," he said. "You're the sexiest and most fantastic chick I've ever seen in my life," he said. "And you know what we're doing, too." Then he smiled. "You love it, Rita," he said. "That body of yours needs it, baby," Phil continued. "And I'm going to let you have it all." Then Phil laughed easily and left my cabin.

Doctor, I know at that point I should have just quit my job and come home. It was my fault....

I spoke to Rita for a while and explained that nobody was "at fault". Our job was to examine, as carefully as possible, all of the facts, so that we could arrive at a mature and objective understanding of what had happened. The concept of blame was irrelevant and silly, I pointed out. Powerful sex impulses are as normal for girls sixteen as they are for married women in their twenties. Then I asked her to continue.

You see, I know what Phil meant by what he said when he left my cabin. I knew that he wanted my virgin, young body for his pleasure. I knew that he only wanted to get that hard pole of his up and into my pussy so he could pump off like Old Faithful, after busting apart my virgin cherry. And, well, yes, Phil was right-perversely right-about me liking what we did. I had had an orgasm from piping Phil, and the way he twisted and humped when I sucked him just drove me up the wall with excitement! I was all alone, lonely, away from home, and just coming into my own as far as sexuality was concerned. My body ached all over sometimes for a good feeling up and a hard fucking. But, I made up my mind, Phil would not get into me! And when, the next night, he came to my cabin at seven-thirty in the evening, I tried to be firm.

"Phil," I said to the man I had sucked off the previous day, "I really think you're dynamite, but please, Phil, please don't try to pop me. I'm a virgin, Phil. I've never been fucked, and I want to save myself for my husband, when I get married." I said everything that I could think of that might make this man try to be reasonable with me. After all, I sucked him, and I'd suck him again. But I just didn't want to get fucked! Phil must have the understanding necessary to see what I felt. After all he was almost old enough to be my daddy!

So, I talked. But I saw desire rise in Phil, and a greedy, lustful stare enveloped me when he looked at me while I pleaded. Oh no! Everything that I had been saying to Phil was only turning him on more. He was burning with lust to get that greedy hot prick up my hole. Well, I would just have to control him, I knew. That was all, and when he took me in his arms and pulled me close so that my nipples pressed against his chest, I became determined to keep this evening's little event under control!

Am I really going to be the first, Rita? he groaned. "You mean none of the guys at school every shoved it in you? None of the teachers? You mean that my big, hot, horny prick will be the first!"

"Oh, look, Phil," I said. But I felt myself getting all excited and hot, even while I was trying to persuade him not to ram it up my hole.

"Don't you think I know how bad you need it, Rita, baby?" Phil moaned, while his hands pulled my blouse off and began feeling my tits wildly. He was turning me on so that the only thing on my mind that fucking prick of his. Oh, I wanted that big, hot, fucking cock of Phil's!

"Please, Phil, please, please," I was groaning while my young body ground against every movement of his, and the stiffness of that cock he had between his legs rubbed irresistibly against my soft belly.

"I've got plenty of come for you tonight, Rita," he said. "My balls have been aching to relieve themselves all day!" Phil was driving himself and me into a fit of uncontrollable passion and lust, while he rubbed me, and felt me, and played with every inch of my lust-filled virgin body! And when his clothes were off and we were both lying naked on that bed, I thought that I was going to scream for him to please fuck me up like the hole-I was he had me so damn hot and excited!

We rolled around on that cabin bed and I felt Phil's rock-hard meat pole rubbing between our bodies, yearning to find my warm, juicy pussy, so that it could-relieve its tension, and empty its fill. I was grinding and humping like the horniest bitch imaginable while that older man was grunting and twisting himself against me. I was reaching for that prick of his. I was holding it. I wanted to suck it off before he rammed it into my cunt and ended my virginity then and there! And I knew, even while I was fondling that red-hot tool of joy in my hands, that where I wanted its gism to fly was not in my mouth.

"Oh Phil" I moaned loudly. "Please, please, please fuck me. Shove your hard-on into my hole and pop me wide open, Phil! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I groaned madly while my fit of passionate ecstasy enveloped every inch of my young, throbbing, sex-mad body.

Phil was kneeling now, right between my wide-spread legs, and I think his prick had gotten longer and harder than it did when I sucked out his gism last night! Oh, I'm going to get killed with that big fucking prick in my fuck-hole, I thought, and then my hands reached back around Phil's ass to urge his lustful plunge into my pussy!

I let go of his ass with one hand, and I took hold of that piping hot, rock-hard pole of meat, and pulled him forward, guiding the head of his long, hot tool right into the muff of pubic hair that guarded the entrance to my virgin hole.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you up, good, Rita!" Phil said. "Oh, give it to me, Phil, please," I moaned. "You've got to give me every inch of that prick of yours or I'll blow up! Come on Phil! Fuck me!" I was so hot I thought that I'd go out of my fucking mind. I had to have it. I had to....

And then I felt it go in! Ooh, boy! I felt Phil's heavy body plunge forward in violent rapture as that big stick of joy when blasting its way up, up and up into my virginal hole. My cherry busted so fast that I guess I didn't even feel it. I just felt that my insides knotted into a fist as that prick of Phil's went right up my hole, and almost busted me wide open. It was so big, so hard, so fucking exciting, and I humped away with the thrusts of that man on top of me until the bed was creaking and we were bouncing on the fucking mattress like two fucking wrestlers.

Just like wrestlers on a gym mat.

Suddenly a loud, deep moan came from Phil and I felt him stiffen and tremble all over, and I felt his prick turn to solid steel right there inside me. The he went off like a volcano, and I came with him, and molten gism that he fired up my fuckhole made me scream with lusty delight. His jets of cream felt just like boiling juice as they popped-one after another-from the hairy nuts that hung between his legs. We both were moaning and groaning and coming like we hadn't been laid for twenty years. Hell, I had never been laid before! I had been a nice, pure little virgin, only sixteen years old, with the kind of body that made dicks stand up and take notice, until this older man came along and tortured my young body with pleasure, and made me need to fuck like a whore. And maybe Phil had been so horny because he hadn't been fucking that wife of his. She was attractive enough, for sure. But I guess my soft young virgin body was something that her husband found too tempting to resist.

Anyway, I came like the dirtiest fuck-bitch you could imagine, groaning and begging, and humping and twisting, until that man's balls had been milked out of every drop of milky love juice they contained..

Phil's load must have made my belly expand, there was so much fucking gism he fired into me! I thought, after we'd finished, that I'd never again be able to close my legs.

Ooh shit, did I get fucked up good. And I loved every second of it!

Phil and I carried on for the full eight weeks that I was up at the resort. Nobody ever was the wiser, either. I'll bet that guy had done this sort of thing before. His wife never got wind of what we were doing, and there were many times when I was scared that somebody'd suspect that me and Phil were seeing each other like that.

Probably one of the reasons why Phil got away with it-and me, too-was because he always presented such a polite, well-mannered front to everybody. Why once he even called my father-my own daddy-by a long distance! He told him that I was fine and that I was really a sweet and terrific little girl, and he hoped that I would return for next summer, to work there again! Imagine that, doctor! And my father thanked him fortuitous thoughtfulness. Why if daddy had known just what had been going on-even if he'd known that Phil had so much as looked me over the way he did when I came there!-why he'd have killed him! And if he had known that his lovely virgin daughter had gotten her sweet little cherry popped by this man, why he might have killed himself.

So I never, ever, ever let on anything about what had happened up there at the resort. I knew though, that I'd never go back. I'd never ever see Phil again as long as I lived. Sure, I can't say that I didn't love all of the things that older man did to me-the way he fucked me and humped me, and the way he made me feel when I sucked off his peter-but still, enough was, I knew even at my young age, enough. It was a good thing that I hadn't turned into one of those promiscuous chicks who fuck for anyone and everyone in pants.

I even remember, that summer, before I was to come home. It was the last time Phil fucked me, and we had been very experienced with each other by then-he said: "When you come back next year we're going to go out into the woods and fuck on the ground!"

Well, all I said to Phil was yeah, I'd be back next year. I had made up my mind-though I lied to him-that I'd never be with him again. And when I met my boyfriend at school this winter, I really began to feel terrible about what happened, and that's why I'm seeking help.

My boyfriend's real great. But, well, he knows I'm not a virgin. We've had sex, and it really hurt him when he found out. And I feel guilty as hell because I just can't tell him the truth. I can't tell him that I've been fucked more times than I can remember by a man old enough to be my father or uncle! And, well, I don't know what to do. We both have marriage planned for this coming year and I'm going frantic. I just don't know. I don't know....