Case History 3
SUBJECT: Angela C. AGE: Twelve
INTERVIEW ONE
Angela was a stunning girl who looked much older than her meager twelve years. She wore a 'Oui' t-shirt that fit tightly over her budding breasts, a very short mini-skirt that revealed finely-formed thighs and a nubile, firm round bottom, and some 'tres chic' silver platform shoes. Her face was extraordinarily beautiful-not pretty, but beautiful-and she had a very sophisticated look about her.
I attributed this to the fact that her parents were two of the most famous stars in Hollywood, and such people always tended to have lovely, sophisticated children. As I was to find out shortly, however, Angela was anything but a child.
As was true with the majority of Hollywood marriages, Angela's parents were divorced. She lived with her father and step-mother in a large mansion in Beverly Hills and attended an exclusive girls' preparatory school in the area. It was because of what had been discovered one day at the school that Angela was her to see me now.
It seems that, as is unfortunately true across the country, there was a drug problem at the school. Such problems are not restricted to any one social class, by the way, and the rich child is as vulnerable to the drug menace as the child of the ghetto. In any case, a search of the lockers was instituted. When it came to searching Angela's locker, she was so vehemently opposed to the idea that she aroused considerable suspicion. No drugs were turned up. What they did find, however, were some very lurid photographs of Angela and an older man in a variety of compromising positions. The school officials, wanting to avoid publicity, discreetly advised her parents that she was in need of psychiatric care. One of the officials, an old college friend of mine, recommended me.
Angela strutted into my office like a queen, proud and disdainful. I was not the first psychiatrist that she had ever encountered, so she sat down languidly in the patient's chair and began immediately.
"This office is frightfully clinical! Look at all those books and diplomas. Why don't you put up some posters, or at least a few oils? It would make the atmosphere much less stifling.
But then, we're not here to talk about your office, are we? I must tell you, though, that I take quite an interest in interior decorating. I could do wonders for this place?
Oh, I know what you're thinking. 'What nerve this young child has!' you're saying to yourself. Well, I'll tell you right off, Doctor. I am not a child. No way.
As a matter-of-fact, I haven't been a child in quite a few years. Mentally, I have an I.Q. of one-hundred and fifty. I'm more intelligent than many adults. Emotionally, I've seen my mother divorced and remarried twice, my father three times. Physically, I started menstruating when I was nine, I lost my virginity when I was ten, and I've already begun to orgasm during sex.
So as you see, I'm more of an adult than many women of thirty.
As for experience, I could tell you things that you've never even dreamed of. How many twelve-year-olds that you know can say that they've been gang-banged by the whole male cast of a Hollywood movie? How many teenage girls can say that they've made love to more than thirty different men? How many women of any age can claim that they've sucked off the most handsome movie star in the world?
I'm proud of my experiences. In fact, as you know, it's because of a few of those very experiences that I'm here right now.
I take it you've seen those pictures. I mean, really, Doctor, did you find them to be that terrible? I know how shocked those boors at my school were when they saw them, but they're old prudes. You, Doctor, you're a man of the world. I'm sure you must realize that sexual preferences must be left up to the individual.
But what the hell! I'll talk about it anyway. I might as well get my father's money's worth out of this whole thing. You might even find it all as amusing as I do.
Let's go back to the beginning, shall we?
I remember the night I lost my virginity. One of my mother's films had just premiered. I'm sure you must have seen it. It was a remake of 'Casablanca' only they updated it, moved the location to New York, and switched around the ending. Anyway, I had my first bit part in that film.
After the premiere, we had the party over at our home in Bel Air. That was before I moved to Beverly Hills.
Well, even though I was only ten, I was allowed to stay up for the party. Hell, I'd been staying up for these parties since I was eight! I simply love them!
I felt very grown up that night. My breasts were beginning to grow at that time, so I decided I'd show them off by wearing a very low-cut v-neck backless dress. I wore make-up and platform shoes to make me look older. Believe me, Doctor, I was the sexiest ten-year-old in existence!
There were men as old as fifty-five trying to get me up into my bedroom that night. And as the evening wore on, and the more champagne they had to drink, the harder they tried.
Frankly, this had never happened to me before. All the men up to then just used to pat me on the head and treat me like a little kid.
But now, that night, they were treating me like a woman. I was quite flattered!
But I have to admit something else, Doctor. I'm a natural-born flirt. I think it comes from my mother. I just love to tease men! Of course, up to that night, I'd never had a chance to. But I made up for lost time!
I had those men, and the party was full of handsome actors, directors and producers, I had them falling all over me. They kept bringing me cocktails. They were hoping that if they got me drunk that I'd let them ball me. What they didn't know is that I wasn't going . to fall for that trick. When they weren't looking, I'd dump the drink into a planter or something!
Not that I didn't want to get laid. Actually, I had been planning for weeks to have my first sexual experience that night. But I wanted to have some fun seeing how many men I could tease. And besides that, I wanted to pick who my first man was going to be.
Well, around three in the morning the party was still going full swing, but I decided I'd better pick out my man before everyone got too drunk. So I walked around the party, acting as sexy as I could, looking over all the men making passes at me, gauging which one would be the best to have fuck me for the first time. I wanted it to be someone special, someone older and experienced, but also someone very handsome.
Well, there was this one movie star their. A real macho type. He's in a lot of Westerns. Always plays a tough good-guy. You must know who I mean.
Well, I had only met him a few times before but from seeing all of his movies, I had developed a crush on him. I wanted him to be my first man. The only problem was, out of all the men at the party, he was one of the only ones who hadn't paid any attention to me.
My ego was getting kind of punctured, and that's not good for a ten-year-old girl!
But still, I was pretty confident. I knew I was sexy, and I knew that most men would just jump at the chance to screw a ten-year-old virgin. So I decided to take the initiative.
I saw him walk outside alone, and I slipped out to follow him. I caught up with him out by the tennis court in the back yard. He was just sitting down on a deck chair, smoking. I went up and sat down next to him.
"Why hello, Angela, how are you?" he said to me, real friendly. "What brings you out here?" he asked me.
Well, I tried to act grown-up, but I guess I just came off sounding like a snotty little kid.
"It's my house," I told him, "why shouldn't I be out here?"
"Cut the crap, little girl," he told me. "I know why you're out here. You followed my out. I've seen the way you've been flirting around the party all night, trying to decide which man to invite up to your bedroom. I imagine that I'm the 'lucky' man you've settled on."
Well, Doctor, I didn't care who the guy was! My feminine instincts told me not to put up with his sarcasm, no matter how he was.
I got up in a huff, but before I could go back to the party he grabbed me by my wrist. He was so big and strong, and I felt so little! But he pulled me back in the garden and lay me down on the grass. He covered my face with hot, wet kisses. His put his tongue into my mouth and licked at my own tongue and lips.
He unclasped my dress and began to fondle my breasts. His big hands dwarfed my small tits, but that didn't matter. It felt so good anyway, the way his finger stroked my flesh and squeezed my hard nipples.
Then he lifted my dress up to my waist and ripped open my panties. I felt his huge hand as it began to stroke my thighs, and then he stuck one of his fingers up my pussy, then two. He played with my clit, and finger-fucked my cunt. It felt so wonderful, like nothing I'd ever come close to experiencing in my life before.
Needless to say, the more he played with my young cunt, the hornier I got!
My pussy was starting to get real wet! I could hear his fingers sloshing around in my hole, and I could feel my pussy juice running over my thighs.
As I told you once before, I matured early, so it wasn't at all unusual for me to be so responsive. I'm a very sexual person. I have been since that first night!
Anyway, I was hot and horny as hell! I was ready to take my first cock, so I started to moan and rotate my hips to let him now that I wanted to fuck. I used to sneak into my mother's room at night while she was balling one of her boyfriends, and I'd watch them fuck, so I knew just what to do.
He loosened his belt and pulled his pants down to his knees. He lifted up his ass and took his cock in his hands and put it right at the entrance to my pussy.
"Oh, yes, oh, yes, give it to me!" I moaned, rolling my head back and forth on the grass.
He pushed his cock into me. He had a pretty big one, and his round penis head felt awfully tight in my cunny. It even hurt a little bit, but I was expecting that.
He started to slide his hard cock into me. I was really tight and even though my pussy was all wet, he was having a difficult time. I heard him grunting and panting. His cock was really filling up my cunt. It hurt, but it felt good too. My whole crotch was getting itchy and shivery. The further in he pushed his dick, the closer I knew I was coming to having my hymen broken.
Then he gave a real hard shove. I felt a twinge of sharp pain, and my cunt passage felt like it was burning up! But I was happy! I knew that he had popped my cherry, and that his big man's cock was all the way up my hole!
He began to slide in and out of me. My pussy gripped his pole and tingled all around it as he fucked me. There was still some pain-I was sore for days after that-but the mixture of virgin blood and come coated my hole, and his fucking motions began to feel good.
I spread my legs apart as far as they could go, and I wrapped by ankles around his ass. I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts. After he pumped into me a few more times, he came. The flood of his semen in my cunt felt warm and soothing.
He pulled his cock out of me, and while he licked my pussy clean, he showed me how to suck all of the left-over gism out of his cock. We rearranged our clothes and walked back into the party, separately, as if nothing had happened.
I was very, very happy. Actually, though, I found out later that as far as lays go, he was only average.
I hadn't had an orgasm that first night. I didn't even know what an orgasm was until one of my lovers told me a few months after that. In fact, I didn't have my first orgasm until the night I got gang-banged, only a few months ago, and then I didn't have it until the sixth man fucked me.
That doesn't mean that up till then I wasn't trying, though.
I was insatiable after that first time! I seduced every man that I could. Actors, producers, directors, musicians, even one of my mother's ex-husbands. It was great! Did I learn a lot!
In fact, the word is out in Hollywood about me. I'm regarded as one of the hottest fucks in town!
I was worried for a while, though. I was scared that I might be a nymphomaniac. But I read that a nympho needs to ball so many men because she can't have any orgasm. And, since I've been coming steadily for the last few months, I know I'm not a nymphomaniac. I just like sex.
Surely, Doctor, you don't think there's anything sick about that?
There is one thing I have to admit, though. I really didn't like any of the men I was balling. Oh, they were all right. But I was never in love with any of them. Actually, I was using all of them. Balling them till they began to bore me, and then I'd go on to someone else.
But, like I said, love never entered my mind. Not until I met Tad.
Tad, by the way, is the name of the guy in the pictures with me.
Doesn't it seem strange that of all the guys
I've fucked, the one who I'm serious about is the one that I wind up getting sent to a shrink for?
It's a laugh! Don't you agree? Don't you think it's kind of ludicrous for me to even be here?"
Well, I certainly did not feel that it was ludicrous for this young girl to be seeing a psychiatrist. It's true what she said about not being a nymphomaniac. Nymphomania does include an inorgasmic dysfunction.
However, there are other emotional problems confronting a young girl besides nymphomania. And, in my professional opinion, it did not matter that Angela loved this young man, 'Tad.' If she considered what was in those pictures to be perfectly normal for a twelve-year-old girl, then her definition of 'normal' quite differed from mine. And I consider myself to be quite broad-minded.
This being the case, our first session at an end, I asked Angela to set up an appointment for the next day, at her convenience.
She winked flirtatiously, and told me she'd see what she could work out.
INTERVIEW TWO
Angela came to the appointment the next day several minutes late. She was late on purpose, I might add. In Hollywood, it is considered very unfashionable to be anywhere on time. In my profession, of course, one gets used to such rude behavior.
Today Angela was wearing a pants suit, with the blouse unbuttoned down to her navel, so that her breasts were almost completely visible when she leaned over. This was only one of exhibitionistic tendencies.
She sat down in the chair, took out a compact and, looking in the mirror, she began to carefully apply her lipstick. When I suggested we begin she gave me a reproving glance, as if it were not possible for her to speak until she looked 'right.'
Only when she had finished touching herself up did she begin to continue her story.
"Let's see, where was I? Oh, that's right, I was telling you about my lover, Tad. Hmmm. I don't really know where to begin! Obviously, he's very handsome. And of course, he's very well-endowed physically. And he's a great fuck!
But don't tell me, you want to hear about those pictures. Well, I'll get to that soon. First let me tell you about how it all started.
Tad is twenty-five. He's the son of one of my mother's boyfriends, who's a big producer for Paramount. They've been going out with each other for a few months. It wouldn't surprise me if they got married. Then it would all be in the family!
Anyway, I was staying with my mother that weekend. As you know, I live with my father but he was on location in Spain that week, so I moved in with my mom until he got back.
It was a Friday night. My mom and Bob, that's my mother's boyfriend, were going out. I was supposed to have a date with this stunt-man, but he broke his leg the day before and had to cancel out.
So I was spending Friday home alone. It was a very unusual situation. I mean, can you imagine me without a date! Ugggh! I was terribly embarrassed!
So I decided to make some phone calls. I figured it shouldn't have been too hard for me to find a date for the night, or at least someone willing to come over and fuck me.
But I wasn't having any luck at all. Everyone already had plans or had already gone out. So I was faced with a night alone, condemned to sit home and watch the late-late show, at least until my mom and Bob got back. Then I could sneak into her bedroom and listen to them fuck. It wasn't much, but it beat going to sleep.
But then the luckiest thing that ever happened to me happened. I think it was fate that that stunt-man broke his leg. I really do!
The doorbell chimed, and when I looked through the peephole I saw Tad standing at the door. I'd met him once before, but both of us had been with dates so nothing had materialized. I do remember my first impression of him, though. He looked like the kind of man I'd like to have fuck me all night and all the next day!
I opened the door and let him in.
"Hi, Angela," he said to me, shaking my hand. "Good to see you again."
God, Doctor, did he look sexy! He was wearing a white silk shirt unbuttoned down to his navel, and his thick tanned chest looked just like the kind of thing I'd like to lick!
He was wearing tight jeans that pressed up against his crotch. And do you know what? He had a hard-on the minute he saw me!
I wanted to rape him right then and there, but you know how I am, I had to tease him a little first.
"Well, Angela, it looks like you're stuck with me for the next two days. My dad and your mom decided to fly to Palm Springs for the weekend, and they don't want you staying here alone," he told me.
Well, I was certainly happy about that, but there was no way I was going to let him know, not yet! In fact, I tried to look a little disappointed.
"Oh, well, that you might as well come in and fix yourself a drink," I said, acting bored. "Actually, Tad, you're lucky I'm even home to let you in. I usually go out on Fridays, but I was too tired from last night. I didn't get any sleep. I had a heavy date."
He walked past me, made a couple drinks and we went into the den to watch television. The whole time, instead of watching the set he was watching me. Actually, all I had on was an old pair of jeans and a loose blouse. Not the type of outfit well-suited for a seduction. I decided to give him something to look at.
"Excuse me, Tad," I told him, using that old line, "I'd like to put on something more comfortable."
As I got up I noticed the hungry look in his eyes and the growing bulge in his jeans. He was going for the bait! Soon I'd have him down on his knees begging to fuck me. Eventually, of course, I'd say yes, but not until he'd paid his dues.
I went up to my room and took off all my clothes. I decided the best thing to wear would be my silk, see-through robe. You could see practically everything through it. I was certain it would make him horny as hell.
I went downstairs and sat next to him on the couch. I kind of propped my feet up on the cushion, so that the see-through robe rubbed right up against my pussy, and I parted my legs to give him a better view.
Shit! His eyes almost popped out of his head! And his erection was really straining against his pants! To make him even hornier, I began to lightly scratch the inner part of my thighs, right below my pussy.
That was about all Tad could stand! He put his arm around me and drew me closer to him. We began to kiss. It was a warm, wet, hungry kiss. Our lips melted into each other, and our tongues wrestled in each other's mouth.
I had him right in the palm of my hand! Soon he'd be on his knees, begging me to go to bed with him! I could even turn him down until he tried harder, maybe make him wait all night before I let him stick his cock into my pussy!
Like I said, Doctor, I'm a born tease.
So when Tad tried to carry on our making out to the next step, and reached his hand under my robe to fondle my breasts, I stopped him.
"Please, Tad, don't touch me there!" I said.
Well, I can certainly tell you that I wasn't expecting, in any way, shape or form, the response that this objection would bring!
He took his hand away from my tit, and you know what he did then?
He slapped me! That's right, right across the face. He slapped me!
"You little bitch!" he sneered. "How do you think you are, putting on that robe, French-kissing with me, rubbing your boobs against my chest, and then trying to stop me from fucking you! Why, I've heard about you! Why do you think no one will go out with you?! I'll tell you why! Because every man in Hollywood knows you're a prick-teaser!
"Well, don't think it's going to work with me! I'm not going to put up with any bullshit from a little twelve-year-old girl.
"You know what you are? You're a spoiled brat! You're the brattiest kid in Los Angeles, bar none.
"Well, your mother and father may put up with you, and all those men you've been using may put up with you, but I won't! And since we're all alone for the weekend, I think that right now's the perfect opportunity to teach you a lesson!"
Well, Doctor, needless to say, I was shocked! No man had ever spoken that way to me before. I'd always been in charge.
And I wasn't about to let things change. Not then, anyway. I started to tell Tad off. I was going to kick him right out of the house. I began to yell and curse at him.
And do you know what he did then? He stripped off his shirt, stuffed part of it in my mouth, and tied it behind my head. I couldnt say a word. I was gagged!
Well, I tried to pull the shirt off, but he pinned my hands to my sides. I tried to fight him but he was so much stronger than me! Then he let go for a minute, pulled my robe off, and used the sash to tie my hand behind my back! I was helpless! I was gagged and bound, totally under his control!
He picked my up in his arms and carried me, naked and kicking, up to my bedroom.
Was I surprised? Surprised isn't the word for it!
When we got up to my room, he used one of my belts to tie my ankles together. I was tied up so tight, I could hardly move! Then he through me over his knee and began to spank my bare ass.
And he hit hard! He was really mad! "You little brat!" he was yelling, "I'm going to teach you a little lesson. Maybe after this, you'll think twice about being such a prick-teaser!"
He spanked me for quite awhile. Each time I felt his palm spank my naked ass, a sharp pain went through my body. Not a really bad pain, but it hurt enough to make my ass hot and red.
But you know what, Doctor. I found it to be rather exciting. I had always dominated the men. Now, for the first time, I had a male dominating me. There was something about it that really turned me on and made me feel like a real woman!
And I knew that it was turning him on, too. Each time he spanked me I could feel his crotch rubbing against mine. He had a giant hard-on under his pants, and it was rubbing right into my clit! I was almost ready to come right then and there!
I wanted to get down on my knees in front of him and suck on that big tool of his. But I couldn't move! I was tied up tight as could be.
Then Tad stopped spanking me. He laid me down, still tied-up, on my bed. Then he stood up and stripped off his pants. He had the biggest, most glorious erection I'd ever seen. His cock was all purple, and dripped juice from the end. Obviously, he couldn't wait to fuck me!
But I was surprised again! He left my ankles tied together, but made me bend my knees so that my pussy was open and waiting. Then he told me that he was going to do a little teasing of his own. He stuck his head between my legs and began to eat me!
Oh, did that feel super! No one had ever eaten my pussy before like Tad did. He sucked my cunt, and licked the pussy juice that was leaking out of my hole. But mostly, he worked on my clit. His tongue twirled and flicked on my pink clit at like a mile a minute! I couldn't believe that anyone could move their tongue that fast!
Of course, I was getting turned-on like never before. What one of the best parts about it was that I was tied-up and helpless! He was dominating me!
Just when I started to come, he climbed over me and rammed his stiff hard rod right up my hole! Oh, Doctor, it was sensational!
He fucked me so fast and deep, I got dizzy! I had another orgasm right away, and when Tad finally shot his gooey come cream into my snatch I came again! It was great!
And the whole time, I was tied-up and gagged!
Well, we stayed together all weekend. I liked being tied-up and dominated by Tad so much that I pretended to be a tease again, and he got mad and tied me up and spanked me again, and then fucked me, once in my cunt and once in my asshole. It was super!
Well, needless to say, Tad and I started seeing each other a lot after that. I liked the way he controlled me. I liked having a man tell me what to do instead of the other way around!
We started getting more and more into bondage and domination. Tad brought some leather equipment-straps, whips, masks, that sort of thing. We tried out all sorts of paraphernalia, including dildos.
Once, Tad even let me tie him up, and while I sucked his cock I ass fucked him with a dildo. It was fun, but I like it better when he's the master and I'm the slave. I like to feel him whip me or spank me, and then fuck me while I'm tied up.
One day Tad suggested we take Polaroids of ourselves during one of our bondage sessions. God! Was that fun! When Tad wasn't around, I'd look at those photos, imagine that I was tied-down by him, and I'd masturbate until I came.
Those are the photos they found at school, the ones you saw. Aren't they the greatest!"