Case History 5

SUBJECT; Andrea W. AGE; Fourteen

INTERVIEW ONE

When Andrea first came into my office she was an ever-changing bundle of surprises. She had a rounded face with rosy pink cheeks that made her look like an 'All-American Girl', but at the same time she had a very refined way of talking and acting that made her seem very much the spoiled brat from Park Avenue that she was.

It was hard to determine whether her beautifully rounded breasts and full hips were the results of left-over baby fat or of early maturation. Sometimes she seemed very much the worldly wise and fully-grown woman, and sometimes she seemed like a little girl, even younger than her fourteen years.

Although she wore a skirt and a sweater, they were obviously very expensive things and she wore them well. The sweater really showed off her full figure and her pale pink face. Her long, blonde hair was hanging straight down as it framed her rounded features.

She was very nervous when she first came to see me.

I don't know where to begin, Doctor. It's not like I'm some worldly woman who knows all there is to know about fucking and sucking.

I try to come off like I'm so knowledgeable and sharp, but that's only a cover so none of the kids will know that I'm really a scared little girl.

You know how they tell you that your fairy tales can come true, and that your wishes can come true? Well, no one ever told me that my fantasies can come true, but they did.

I am talking about the kind of fingerfucking fantasies that I always felt guilty about having.

The other girls at my school, (I go to the really best private school in Manhattan), would talk about which boys they were hot for. They always wanted the boys in the school who were the class officers or the captains of the school teams. The most they would ever admit to was wanting some boys older brother or dreaming about a movie star.

The thing is that all the other kids I went to school with were from the best families in town, and to be perfectly honest I have never dreamed about screwing with a boy from one of the best families.

There was this dream that I had about six months ago.

There is a guard who stands at the front door of my school. He is a black man, with such slickly smooth black skin that you think it's black glass. He's well over six and a half feet tall, and he has the broadest shoulders I've ever seen.

Maybe they just look broader because he wears that blue uniform with all the buttons and the braids on it.

like I said, this school I go to is really into all of that ceremonial stuff.

I never paid that much attention to Thaddeus. That's his name, Thaddeus. Every morning everybody says, "Good morning, Thaddeus," and every night everybody says, "Good evening, Thaddeus." He just nods in reply and smiles a broad smile.

At least, I never thought that I paid any attention to Thaddeus, until one night when I had this wild dream.

I dreamed that I was walking down the halls of the school. But I knew that something was wrong because nobody else was there, just me.

Aside from the fact that there were no people there, it was just like the halls of school. The floors were spanking clean and shining. The walls were that dull institutional gray that I hate. The light fixtures were left over from the turn of the century.

I hear steps behind me, so I turn around to see who is there.

When I don't see anyone I begin to walk again. But when I walk again I hear the other set of footsteps again. I start to walk faster, and the footsteps behind me speed up.

This time I keep running as I look over my shoulder to see who is there. There is Thaddeus running behind me, in his full blue uniform. He is taking such big and long strides that I figure he will catch up to me at any moment. I have no idea how I've managed to out-distance him thus far.

When I run faster I realize that the wind is blowing on my chest, even though I'm still in the halls of the school. I begin to wonder how long the halls will keep going on until they end. The hall seems to go on forever.

Then I realize why I can feel the wind on my chest. I am bare-chested. I don't remember ever taking off my blouse. It's as if the blouse just flew off while I was running.

There are my big, white breasts, flopping in the wind.

When I look over my shoulder to see where Thaddeus is, I can see that he is also bare-chested. His uniform jacket and his white shirt and tie have all disappeared, so that I can see his powerful black chest.

This frightens me, so I continue to run, but then I realize that my skirt has disappeared as well. I am now running down the hall naked, as I feel my panties disappear from my body.

Although I am frightened to look behind me and see Thaddeus, something inside me forces me to look.

He is stark naked and monstrous looking.

I feel him coming closer to me, so I keep running and running even faster than before.

That was when I fell into some hole that was in my path. I woke up with a start and felt my heart beating double time.

The next morning when I went to school, I stared at Thaddeus as I entered the building. I noticed the bulge that was in the front of his pants and I felt a strange stirring in my pussy.

That night, when I went to bed I kept envisioning Thaddeus in his uniform. I kept trying to imagine what he would look like naked. I tried to imagine what his big, black cock would look like naked.

I reached down to touch my pussy lips and felt like I wanted to feel myself up down there. But I stopped myself. All night long I kept wanting to frig my pussy, but I thought that that was something that nice girls didn't do.

All night I was tossing and turning as I refused to give in to my desire to finger-fuck my steaming, virgin hole.

When I finally fell asleep I began to dream the same dream I had had the night before. But this time when I was running down the hall naked, with the big, naked black man behind me, I did not fall into a hole.

I closed my eyes to try to block out the dream. Maybe my dream self was hoping to fall into a hole so that she could be saved from the dream.

But when I opened my eyes I found that I was still running and that Thaddeus was still behind me, but there was an important change.

Now I was running naked through the jungle!

I really felt the twigs and leaves as I brushed past them, and somehow I knew that the black man would be able to overtake me easily on his own terrain.

Without even looking over my shoulder I knew that the naked black man was coming closer to me. I knew that he would overtake me at any moment.

I could feel the wind rushing past my delicate pink nipples and I could feel the breeze blowing through my legs as the passing leaves brushed against my blonde snatch.

A moment later and I was on the ground with the bulky weight of the black man on top of me. I tried to cry out, but he paid no attention as he produced a lasso and tied me up.

He was then walking through the forest with me hog-tied and dangling over his shoulder. I could feel the strong sinews and the muscles of his shoulders.

I felt my young body steaming with desire as I watched the whiteness of my own flesh contrasted against the coal blackness of his flesh.

There I was bouncing up and down on his shoulder and once again I woke up.

During all of that running part of the dream I had so wanted to wake up. Now when I didn't want to wake up, I woke up anyway. It was becoming a torturous, teasing nightmare.

I had hardly slept at all that night. When I went to school the next morning I was bleary eyed. I jumped out of my skin when I saw Thaddeus standing at his post by the school door. He had become so real in my dream that I found I was more surprised to find him in his uniform than I would have been to have seen him naked.

I'm sure he was aware of the fact that I kept staring at his crotch as I passed him. I would have given anything at that point to have seen the fabulous black man naked.

I really didn't know what a cock looked like.

There was a boy who lived on my floor in the apartment building. He was the same age as I was. When we were twelve years old we had played together often.

One day we had one of those "I'll show you mine if you show me yours" things. I was so disappointed in seeing his tiny thing that I became uninterested in cocks.

My interest was revived by one of the girls in school. Her mother was divorced and had all sorts of those sexy magazines that have pictures of naked men. This girl used to sneak her mother's magazines into school.

All of us girls would get undressed in the locker room and we would look at the pictures of the naked men. Some of the girls would even start squeezing their pussy lips when they looked at the pictures. I just used to blush a lot.

That taught me that cocks really were big, beautiful things. But I still hadn't seen one in real life.

I could tell from the way that his uniform stood out in front that Thaddeus's cock would really be worth seeing. Aside from that, I had the problem of that darn dream. I kept dreaming that he was naked and I kept straining to see what his cock looked like, but his cock was always in the shadows.

Luck was with me that day. My science teacher needed a volunteer to stay for an extra half an hour to put away all of the lab equipment. I quiokly volunteered. Nobody else wanted to stay after school, anyway.

I put away the science things as fast as I could and then I went toward the front door of the school. I didn't leave the school, I just went in the direction of the front door.

When I saw that no one was looking, I snuck around to the steps that led to the basement.

I had once seen Thaddeus come in from his post. When he entered the school he went in the direction of the basement. I figured that there must be a room somewhere in the basement that Thaddeus used to change his clothes.

I went down to the basement. There was a long hallway. At one end was the school cafeteria and at the other end was the gymnasium and locker rooms. Along the hallway there were a number of rooms on both sides of the hall.

There were some large wooden planks leaning against one wall. I was able to slide behind the planks and wait. I didn't dare breathe too heavily for fear of knocking over the planks.

Fortunately, I didn't have to wait too long. I heard the door open that led from the stairs. Then I saw Thaddeus's back as he walked down the hall. He turned toward one of the rooms and, using a key in his pocket, he walked into the room.

I rushed out from behind the planks. I tried to peek into the keyhole of his changing room, but I could not see anything. It just looked like a jumble of big shapes.

I sighed in frustration. Maybe one of those big shapes was the black man's luscious cock.

Now that I knew which room it was that Thaddeus used for getting changed, it was information I would have to file away for the future.

I was going to go upstairs and leave the building so that I could watch him leave, but obviously men are faster at changing their clothes than women are. Before I knew what had happened, Thaddeus was coming out of his room.

"What are you doing here?" He said in his deep, rough voice.

"I'm working for one of the teachers." I suddenly became very aloof and snotty toward him. It was one of the privileges of being brought up in the right family and being a student in the right school.

Thaddeus had no interest in my work for a teacher and so he quickly left the building. That was lucky for me, because there weren't that many directions I could have gone in in the school basement.

When he left I was aware that he had not taken the time to lock his changing room. I rushed to the door and went in.

The room was an eight foot square. There were lockers along one wall. I noticed that aside from Thaddeus's locker, with his name on it, there were lockers for the men on the janitorial staff. Over to one side of the room there was a shower behind a glass enclosed door.

I opened Thaddeus's locker and found his uniform. I began rummaging through things. I didn't know just what I would find, but I was hoping to find a pair of his underpants. I would have loved to have sniffed his underwear and known what they smelled like.

I did find the key to the room. He had left it in his uniform pocket when he had changed into his street clothes. I quickly pocketed it. I now had access to the room where my big, black stud got undressed.

After sniffing at the crotch of his pants for a little while, I rushed out of the school and back home. I remembered that there were still janitors in the school and that they might find me in here when they came to get changed.

The previous night's lack of sleep had left me completely exhausted. On this night I fell asleep immediately, despite the hungry feeling in my cunt.

My dream began again. This time there was none of the running part. What was the point of dreaming about being chased when I already knew that he caught me?

I was being carried through the jungle, slung over Thaddeus's strong black shoulder. I could feel his muscles ripple and feel the contrast of our skins.

I was aware that the jungle was thinning out. Then that we were in a clearing and that there were native huts all around us. I was soon surrounded by dozens of howling black men. All of them were naked and all of them were making grabs at my body.

It never occurred to me to stop and wonder why there were no women or children in this village. By the same token it had never occurred to me to wonder why I was in the African jungle in the first place.

Dreams and fantasies are funny that way.

Thaddeus tossed my naked body down on a rock in the middle of the village and all of the other men surrounded us. It was obvious that since Thaddeus had caught me in the jungle, I was his property.

I was spread out on a rock. Four different large black men held down my limbs. Thaddeus's enormous hand grabbed roughly at the delicate blonde snatch. He toyed with my pussy hairs and then he toyed with his cock.

Then he put his cock to the lips of my hot pussy. He shoved in hard.

Remember that I was a virgin at this time, so I really didn't know what fucking felt like. All I know is that it hurt a lot. His cock was enormous and it was ripping me apart. Meanwhile, the two black warriors who were holding my legs were pulling my legs even further apart.

I don't remember how long he stayed in me, but when he finished and got off of me I felt an incredible relief. Then, another big black man climbed on top of me.

I knew it was a dream and I kept trying to end it, but nothing I could do could make me wake up. One by one I was gang-raped by a whole tribe of African warriors!

INTERVIEW TWO

The next time that Andrea came to my office, she had her identity a little better defined. She stopped trying so hard to act like a grown-up and worldly woman. She wore a blouse and skirt that suited her age a little better.

Even dressed as she was, looking more like a fourteen year old than she had at our first interview, she looked very sensual and appealing.

Well, Doctor, now you know the whole dream. With slight variations I continued to dream that at regular intervals throughout the school year. It was always Thaddeus who captured me and he was always the first one to get to fuck me.

It was always Africans, although I have never even had a black friend, no less a black boyfriend. There aren't even any blacks in my school.

No matter how I tried to stop this dream, I continued to have it. Sometimes I would go for two weeks without dreaming about Thaddeus and his tribe, but then I would dream it again. There were times when I would dream this dream night after night for a week solid.

I tried ignoring Thaddeus completely and not even acknowledging him in the mornings and evenings. But then I decided that there was no point to that. The two times a day that I got to see Thaddeus were the only chances I got to memorize the sight of him and to try to guess the size of his cock.

Things went on at this standstill for months and months. I had forgotten about the key to the changing room, but I still kept it in my pocket. It was unobtrusively clipped among my other keys.

Then something happened that changed everything. It was like my fantasy coming true, but it was dreadful.

I had stayed very late after school, helping my science teacher. It must have been about five o'clock in the afternoon by the time I was done putting the laboratory equipment away and ready to leave the school. I looked out the window at our small schoolyard. Since it was spring I was not at all surprised to hear the sounds of people playing ball. I figured that it was some of the boys from school.

I looked and saw that it was Thaddeus and two of the janitors. The three of them were wearing their tee shirts and gym shorts, and they were playing basketball.

I said goodbye to my teacher and proceeded toward the front of the school. This time I knew exactly where I was going. I did not know how much longer Thaddeus and the two others would be playing basketball, but they certainly seemed to be in the middle of a game.

There was nobody around anywhere in the school. I dashed down to the basement and used the key to get into the changing room.

The room now had the pungent smell of male sweat.

I went right to Thaddeus's locker and began to rummage through his clothes. This time his uniform was joined by his dungarees. Inside his dungarees I found a pair of striped boxer shorts.

Taking the underpants from the locker, I put them to my nose. The smell of sweat and piss and maleness was very potent on the shorts.

During all of this time, and with all of these dreams, I had always fought back the urge to frig myself. But now, in the presence of this maleness, smelling the smell of Thaddeus's big black cock, my cunt was quivering with excitement.

I found myself pulling up my skirt and fingering the lips of my pussy that were pressing through the delicate cloth of my white panties. I was holding the man's boxer shorts to my nose and I began licking at the wet spots on the fabric.

It was at that moment that the door opened. Thaddeus was framed in the doorway. He had his gym shorts on and was pulling his tee shirt over his head. When his face was revealed to me, he looked at me in astonishment.

"What'chu doin' with my underpants, girlie?"

The two janitors came in behind Thaddeus. One of them smiled and said, "Can't you see, Tad. The girl is sniffin' your shorts!"

The other janitor closed the door as he said, "Why don'cha give her the real thing, Tad?"

When the man closed the door, I felt fear grip me. I felt that I was very vulnerable to the three angry looking men. I took my hand away from my panties and let my skirt drop back down. As an afterthought I put Thaddeus's underpants down on the bench that was nearby.

"You hot for it, girlie?" Thaddeus said.

"No!" I said in a broken voice.

"How did you get in here?" asked one of the janitors. He was a light-skinned black man who had a bushy head of hair and a very muscular body. His name was Joe. As he peeled off his shirt I discovered that he had a tattoo on his left arm. It showed a snake and a skull. I shivered with fright when I saw this.

The third man, a tall, youthful man named Ralph, locked the door.

"What'chall doin' there?" Thaddeus asked Ralph.

"Girlie here is hot for cock. We oughta oblige her."

"I don't wanna lose my job!" Thaddeus stated.

But Ralph and Joe did not wait around to hear what their friend had to say about it. They both fell on top of me. When I began to cry out, they picked up Thaddeus's boxer shorts from the bench and they stuffed them in my mouth.

I was choking on the foul cloth as the two brutal black men pulled off my clothes. They ran their hands all over my body. They pinched and kneaded my pink tits, and they jabbed their fingers into all of my soft and white flesh.

Thaddeus sat to the side, but I saw that he was playing with an enormous lump of flesh that had grown in his gym shorts.

I didn't have much time to pay attention to his crotch, because the other two black men were pulling my white panties tender the soft flesh of my thighs.

They both began to pull at the pussy flesh and play with the delicate blonde hairs that surrounded my snatch.

This is when Thaddeus stood up. The front of his shorts looked as if there were a tent-pole sticking up in it.

He said, "Well, as long as you guys are gonna do her anyhow, I don't see no harm in joinin' in."

My whole dream was about to come true. It was clear that the other two men looked up to the big, strong black man, because they let him through and were obviously going to let him fuck me first.

Thaddeus pulled off his gym shorts and he was wearing an athletic supporter underneath. The supporter did not give him much support because his hard meat was sticking out from the side of it.

He pulled at the elastic and then he slid out fo his jock strap.

I was lying on a bench, stripped naked and held down by two tough, black janitors.

Thaddeus was naked and standing over me. He was slowly stroking his ten inch cock. Even in my wildest dreams I had never imagined a cock to be that size. I certainly had not imagined a cock that size to take my cherry.

I shuddered as I felt him put the head of his immense tool against the virgin lips of my pussy. There was a little pre-cum on his cock head and he rubbed that around the entrance to my vagina so that it would be smoother.

He had only slid the first two inches of his cock into my hot hole, but already I was sure that he had ripped me apart.

It was when he made the next thrust that I felt my insides being slammed and broken open. I knew that he had taken my cherry.

The rest of the way was easy after that. The pain of my lost cherry kept aching all the way through. By the time he had the whole length of his stiff fuck-pole shoved inside of me, I could feel the sweat standing up on my brows.

He began to pull back out of me. I felt gooseflesh rise up all over my body as his big dick slid past the tender and supple flesh of my inflamed pussy.

Then, when only the head of his cock was still inside of me, he shoved hard and fast and pushed the whole length back up my hot twat. This time it hurt even more

The second time he shoved his dick up inside of me, it seemed to go even further and harder. I tried to scream with pain, but the filthy cloth in my mouth kept me from making a sound.

Thaddeus was fucking me in this wild and hot manner. He would pull everything but his cock head out of my pussy. Then, when his thick meat was clinging to my cunt lips, he would shove the whole length of his cock all the way into me.

I could feel the kinky hair on his very broad and strong chest as it squashed down my rounded and firm white breasts. I could feel his powerful, hairy thighs as they slammed repeatedly against my own softly fleshed thighs.

Then Joe, the light-skinned, muscular janitor, who was now also naked and waving his long and thick tan cock, pulled the dirty boxer shorts from my mouth.

I began to move my jaw around. It was a pleasure to feel my mouth freed from the filthy gag. But I had hardly moved my mouth at all when Joe mounted my face and put his cock head at my lips.

"No!" I cried out.

This had never been in my dream. All of the blacks in my dream had repeatedly fucked my pussy, but none of them had put their cocks in my mouth.

It was very foolish of me to cry out, because that gave Joe the opportunity that he needed to push his hard meat down my throat. I gagged and choked, but the sounds of this only seemed to turn on the hot-blooded black man.

Thaddeus had never stopped fucking my pussy throughout all of this. He had increased his speed, but he maintained the same technique.

Joe pulled his cock out of my mouth and pulled my body so that my head was hanging over the edge of the bench. He got on his knees on the floor and he put his cock to my mouth. Grabbing my jaw he forced my mouth open and slid the whole length of his blood-engorged meat into my throat.

He was able to slam all the way in so that his body was pressing against my face. I felt his heavy hanging balls against my nose and I felt his kinky black pubic hair scratching at my chin.

Joe began to fuck my mouth in much the same manner that Thaddeus was fucking my pussy. They were both pulling way out and then shoving in hard and fast. I wondered whether they were watching each other, or whether they could just feel the movements through my body, because as they developed they were fucking in exactly the same rhythm.

When they both pushed in, my whole body was stuffed with cock, and when they both pulled out, my whole body felt a great emptiness.

Then Thaddeus shoved hard and I felt his cock throb at the base. I felt a hot and moist spurt of cum splash inside of me.

My cunt had the strangest feeling. The lips were grabbing at his thick fuck-pole. The soft walls of flesh inside my pussy were expanding and pressing down on his cock. I felt a moisture inside of me and I knew that it was not just Thaddeus's cock juice.

I had cum for the first time.

I began to howl with a mixture of ecstasy and pain. No sound came from my mouth because I was too stuffed with Joe's thick meat. But I could feel my throat muscles tightening around Joe's cock head.

This apparently brought Joe off because I felt his cock give the same sort of shudder that I had felt in Thaddeus's. His steaming sperm slid down my throat before I could even fight him off.

Then, just like in that darn dream, Thaddeus pulled away from me. He left me to his two black friends. Joe and Ralph continued to fuck at my pussy and my mouth. Joe even shoved his huge dork up my ass, and that hurt like all hell.

While they were doing this to me, Thaddeus was taking a shower and getting dressed. He left without another word.

When the two others were finished with me, they let me get up and get dressed.

Joe snickered as he said, "Remember, if you say anything, it's your word against the three of us."

I did not wish to speak to them. As I was leaving the room, Joe added, "Come back and see us anytime," and he grabbed his cock to emphasize his meaning.

Since that time I have tried to talk to Thaddeus, but he avoids me like the plague. His two friends have made various leering remarks to me, and I try to ignore them.

My problem is really crazy, Doctor. I want Thaddeus. It is obvious that Thaddeus thinks I'm nothing but trash because of the way I got to him, intruding in the dressing room and getting gang-raped by him and his two friends.

I keep dreaming about the big, stud black man all the time. I know that there are no boys in school who can compare to him.