Case History 3

SUBJECT: Sally B. AGE: Fourteen

INTERVIEW ONE

Sally B. is a trim, blonde-haired girl with round glasses. She looks quite typical of an early nineteen-sixty-nine hippie, however, she doesn't come off like that at all when she talks. In fact, she because she seems to look the part of a teenager of the sixties, she is always taken as being much older.

She has straight blonde hair that hangs to her shoulders, rather limply, but it still looks quite soft. When she came to see me she was wearing a baggy sweatshirt and a pair of nice jeans, so it was hard to get a good view of her figures.

However, as she spoke, she had a tendency to pull on the bottom of the sweatshirt and at times, I could see that she had rounded, firm breasts.

I always hang out with older people. I like them. You would think it was crazy for a girl just going into high school to be hanging around with people in their late twenties and early thirties. Well, I. like it like that, I really do.

Most of the people that I know are very rich, and even though they know my age, they don't treat me like a kid. I think one of the reasons they might like me hanging out with them is because it makes them feel younger.

Whatever the reason is, I still love it. The kids at high school are such a bore. Most of them haven't even gotten into sex, and my older friends talk about it all the time. I love it. They're always discussing positions and which is better for which partner, and ever so often they've had orgies.

At least II heard that they did. I've never been to one. It's not that I've never been invited. I have. I just prefer not going.

If you want to know the truth, I think that sex is something rather sacred. I don't see how the morals could have changed so much. Sometimes, I wish that I lived in the Romantic era, where sex was something more beautiful than it is today.

Now all it is, is a bodily function. At least that's the impression I get when I'm with all my rich older friends.

I love sex, too. I love private sex, most of all, and by that, I mean alone.

Yes. Masturbation. I'll never forget the first time that I masturbated. I was lying in bed, just thinking about this guy named Dick who was in my sixth grade class. I was only twelve at the time, and I was having a hard time getting along with a lot of my friends at school. You see, I was getting tits before the girls and they didn't like me, and that age was the age when the boys were still a little scared of us.

That's another reason I started hanging out with older people.

Anyway, I was thinking of Dick, and I don't think that there was anything sexual. I just thought about his cute face and his dimples, and then, all of a sudden, I felt this trembling in my pussy. I started to rub my legs together for a second, thinking that it was only some kind of an itch.

It was some fucking itch, all right. It was my clit, tingling.

I quickly slid my hand down into my panties and started to rub myself. I had a little bit of blonde pussy hair, and I played with it.

But my fingers instinctively moved right between my pussy lips, and I started to frig my clit back and forth like crazy. I closed my eyes and felt my tits starting to heave up and down.

At the time, I was wearing this tight training bra because my mother insisted that I wear those kind, and it was so tight, and my nipples started getting so stiff, that I almost passed out from the pleasure of it all.

I remember that my ass was a mass of sweat. I didn't know where it was coming from, and for a second, I thought that I had pissed on the bed. But my whole body started to shake and quiver.

I licked my lips, running my tongue slowly over the top one and then the bottom.

I don't know what made me think of moving my hand to my tit. But I just figured that if my nipples was touched, the feeling would be even better. I started to massage my nipple, after unhooking my bra.

I honestly didn't think that I could go on. The feelings were so intense, and the hotter I got, the more vulnerable I started to feel. I thought that I was going to work myself up into some kind of a frenzy where I'd just pass out and die. I think the reason I thought that is because I once saw my friend's grandfather die.

Yes, it's true. We were at her house, watching him because he was pretty much of an invalid. It happed at about age eleven, and Melissa was a good enough housekeeper and responsible, too. Her mother always left her alone, and I had just come over to visit for a while, since she couldn't go out.

We were sitting in the living room watching television when grandpa started coughing.

Melissa and I went to his room and she tried pounding her fist on his stomach to see what would happen. Eventually, the man started to wheeze hard and breathe hard, and then, just like that, he stopped.

My mother had already explained death to me, so I knew what had happened. It didn't effect me too much. Melissa had to go to a shrink for help on that one.

So you see, as I started to heave like that, just because of the heightened sexual feelings inside of me, I was a little hesitant. Sure, I had even heard people talk about sex so I knew that you couldn't die from it. But what do you expect from a twelve-year-old kid? I'm a mature woman now.

I think I brought myself off four times that night. It was terrific. Once I stopped doing it, I would lay there for a few seconds, and then just get the urge once more. It was a great thing to do to pass the time. Better than reading, better than watching television, even better than going to a movie.

Well, I continued to masturbate for the longest time, until I started having sex. I'm sure that's what you want to hear about, don't you?

Okay. I met all these rich older people through my cousin, Merrily. She was a stunning dark-haired woman who came to visit us when I was fourteen. One night, she was going out and she asked me if I wanted to come.

Merrily was going to this party on the upper East side, and I thought it would be terrific. Of course, I was dying to go with her. My mother thought that it would be okay, and if she ever knew what was going on there, she would never talk to Merrily again. For it was a big drug, booze and sex party. Of course, I didn't get into anything then. I was still a virgin, and doing it at an orgy bothered me. It didn't sound like a good first experience.

I met some of the nicest people though, and they were the ones who kept calling me after. Merrily went back to California. The next week I got a call from one of the guys who said that he thought I was fun.

There was going to be another party, and then another. Well, I soon got into that lifestyle with them. They seemed to be the kind of people who partied all weekend, and as far as I was concerned, that was okay with me.

I would usually just watch them when they had sex. There was this one guy named Peter. He was from California, originally, and he had one of those blonde surfer type bodies. He managed to keep his tan really dark, and the first time I ever saw him strip to get involved with a little swap there, I couldn't believe it.

He had this white band around his ass and groin from where he wore his bathing suit, and I thought that he was one of the hottest looking men I'd ever seen. He had an average sized cock and the lightest little patch of blonde pubic hair. The thing I liked best about him were his balls. They would swing back and forth when he walked around the room.

He saw me looking at him and smiled, then came over to me.

"Hey, Sal, I've noticed that even though you like to party, with the booze and the drugs, you never get into the sex. Why not?"

"I don't really feel like it. I'd rather have it better for the first time."

"You mean that you're a virgin?" he asked me. He wasn't condescending at all. In fact, he said it rather matter-of-factly.

"Yes," I said.

"Well, if you want to do it alone sometime, maybe the two of us could get together at my place. Or find a room here? Either way."

"Yes," I said, and for some reason, I started to tremble.

I was glad that he hadn't seen me doing it. He had already turned his back and had walked over to this redhead who was sucking off this guy. She was thrown back on the couch and had her head pulled all the way back so that she could take the guy's cock right into her mouth.

Peter walked right over and thrust his cock into this woman's cunt. She started to go wild, moving around on the couch like she was having the best time of her life. I was rather content to sit there watching Peter's taut buttocks as he fucked the woman. It was almost like he wore a skin tight bathing suit because of the contrast between his back and legs and his ass. It was fabulous.

Well, I finally did lose my virginity to Peter. It happened one night in the strangest way. I traveled to the upper East side by cab one Saturday night. I knew that this guy Joe was getting married the next day, and I thought that there was going to be this big celebration party.

When I got there, I found only women in the apartment.

"The guys are out partying with Joe. They said that a bachelor's party should be with men only. They'll be back."

So I sat and talked with some of the women, and a few of them went off and started to make it with each other, determined not to let the guys stop their fun. I didn't even dream of making it with a woman, believe me. I hadn't even made it with a man yet, although that was to be the night it happened.

I was quite smashed by the time the guys walked in. It was about three in the morning already, and some of the girls had gone off to sleep.

Peter saw me sitting on the couch with a bottle of champagne in my hand. I think I had almost polished off the whole thing myself.

He flopped down beside me on the couch and nestled' his head against my neck. He started to kiss me lightly.

"Did you miss me?" he asked me. He was playing like he was my boyfriend and I was kind of getting off on it.

"Yes," I said. "I missed all you guys."

"That's not what I wanted to know," he said. "I wanted to know if you missed me in particular. Did your heart cry out to you that you wanted Peter here?"

"No," I said, and when he pretended to be crying, I moved my hand to his straight blonde hair and started to stroke it. "There, there, Peter. I think that you can get through this one okay."

"Never," he said, and I was beginning to realize just how drunk he was. "All night, I kept thinking about you. Even when the stripped popped out of the cake and moved in front of me and started peeling off her G-string, inches from my face."

"Even then?" I asked, laughing.

"Especially then," he said to me. "She reminded me a little bit of you, that girl. But then the others came and there was mass confusion."

I could tell, just by looking at his tight slacks, that Peter was beginning to get hard just thinking about the party. I had no idea what had gone on, but I was beginning to suspect. I thought that the men probably called the party just to have a different set of women for the night, and in some ways, that pissed me off. The standard crowd of girls were quite nice to the men. It was free-for-all there, but at least a girl would know who her guy was fucking.

Peter suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled it to his crotch. He started to make me rub his swollen bulge, and I didn't think there was anything wrong with that. I felt him starting to throb at one point, and then I pulled my hand away.

This was probably the closest that Peter and

I had ever been up to that point. I mean, his head was still nestled against my neck, and I was beginning to get aroused a little. We were sitting on this incredibly comfortable couch, and as I turned around, there was no one else in the living room.

I figured that there was a lot of action going on in the bedroom. But there was probably more sleeping than anything else, because most of them were really drunk.

Anyway, when Peter put his hand under my chin and then turned my head to kiss me on the lips, I felt great. He pressed his tongue into my mouth and I started to suck on it. I rubbed his cock bulge on my own then, without his hand having to force me.

That must have told him that I was very willing then, for he moved his hand to my blouse and opened a few buttons. He pulled the blouse open enough so he could see my two small tits.

I never wore a bra when I went to the weekend parties. It would have looked so out of place. Peter smiled as he saw my two small tits, but he seemed to love my rosy red nipples. He moved his mouth to one and started to suck on it, while his fingers moved to the other and he pinched it. I could feel a swelling inside of my whole body and I somehow knew that I was going to go all the way.-

He was already pushing me down on the couch and spreading my legs, even though I was still wearing a skirt and panty hose, and he was wearing his pants. Still, when he did that, I could feel his cock bulge pressing against my cunt lips.

My head was floating and I was feeling so high. I know that the champagne had a lot to do with it. It had relaxed me so much.

You have to believe me when I tell you that before Peter and the rest of the guys came back from the party that night, I must have polished off two bottles on my own. That's all me and the other girls were doing. Drinking and smoking.

Peter moved his hand down to my skirt and slid open the side zipper. I could hear him breathing heavier and heavier as he got closer and closer to my pussy. I knew that he was more than eager now.

In fact, I don't think that anything could have stopped him at that point.

He slid my skirt down, then pushed his fingers into the elastic waistband of my panty hose. I felt him starting to pull it down, and that's when I got a little scared. I was really going too tell him to stop then, and I'm sorry that I didn't.

I mean, no, II didn't mean that. I liked it, of course.

When he touched my cunt hairs, my whole body started to shiver. He thought that I might have been a little cold, and so, he opened his shirt and pants and then pressed his naked body on top of mine.

I could feel his throbbing hard cock rubbing over my pussy hairs and my belly. I suddenly felt so big, so much bigger than it had ever looked. This was the first time I was getting to feel it, mind you.

He started to lick his way down to my cunt, and as I felt his cock pulling back, I eased up a little bit more.

He moved his mouth between my legs and started to eat my cunt. I loved the way it felt when he flicked my clit back and forth.

I started to come so hard, and Peter was laughing a little bit. He started to lap up my pussy juices, and I could feel my whole body getting warm.

"Now just relax a little bit, baby," he said to me. "The fuck is going to be even better than that, but, just to make sure you're relaxed more, I think I'm going to make you come again. It's a little bit selfish on my part, too, mind you. That's because I happen to love the taste of your sweet pussy."

"Do you?" I asked. I really wanted some reassurance that what I was doing was okay, and that he was being very satisfied.

"Honey, this is the sweetest pussy I've ever tasted."

With that, he moved his head right back between my legs. This time, he pulled my cunt lips apart with his fingers and then clamped his mouth against the meat of my tunnel. He started to suck hard, and I could feel my wet fleshy walls starting to spasm like crazy. Peter sure knew how to suck a cunt, let me tell you. I thought that I was going to go absolutely berserk.

I started to hump my cunt against his face, and he held onto my ass cheeks tight enough to slow me down a little bit. I might have even hurt his chin. I could hear the sounds of the slaps each time I thrust forward.

But I also heard him breathing heavy the whole time, and he was always moaning and slurping. He made me come again, hard, and then, he started another orgasm up. This time, he licked me, but only to a certain point.

Then, he let my ass rest back on the sofa and he started to lick and kiss his way up my body. I could feel my whole body trembling with anticipation. I think that my cunt lips were even puckering up, anticipating the entry of his lovely cock.

I felt his chest dripping on my tits as he held himself up by the arms. Then he moved one hard down to his cock and I felt him rubbing it over my pussy lips.

I don't know why, but that's when I started to panic. I don't know why, I said. I just don't. But my whole body started to tremble with fright.

It was too late, however. Peter just shoved himself into me, and I felt my hymen ripping right through. The pain just shot through my body and I screamed out. He moved his hand to my mouth and tried to cover it.

Suddenly, I could hear a lot of voices in the room, and there was the sound of padded feet running on the carpet.

"What happened? What was that noise? Huh? Huh?"

"Nothing," Peter said, looking up.

I had my eyes clenched shut, hoping that the throbbing pain would subside. Peter moved his mouth to my ear and whispered softly.

"Come on, baby, just think of how nice it feels. Don't you love it when my cock rides over your clit? Don't you just love it?"

I was beginning to get into the feeling of it, so I thought. I mean, the pain was starting to leave me and I was feeling some pleasure from his thrusting. Soon, in fact, my cunt was starting to spasm around his cock, and I gripped my arms tightly around his back, digging my nails into him.

"Shit, she's a fighter," I heard someone say.

"Sure ass hell is. A nice one, too."

I opened my eyes then and saw that almost everyone was standing behind the couch, looking over and watching what we were doing.

I didn't like that idea at all, and I was getting ready to scream and tell them to get out. However, one of them started to smile at me, and then another one did.

"It's the first time we've ever seen y u doing it. After all this time. Hey, that's really nice to know, kid."

"Yeah. Let's hear it for Sally. Let's hear it for her."

"Hip-hip-hooray! Hip-hip-hooray!! "

I couldn't believe it. It was like they were having this party for me because I was being fucked. I wanted to be able to like the idea of it, but I just couldn't. I hated the idea of it and wished that they would all go away.

Still, the continued to cheer, and the more they did, the less I came. I could feel my pleasure starting to subside, and it was just then that Peter started to moan and come in my cunt. I felt his sticky come shooting deep inside of me and didn't say anything. I was just glad that it was over.

I was. I was really glad. It was nothing like I had dreamed my first time would be. I thought that I was on display for them, and that didn't make me feel good.

All right, doctor, I can see you looking at me warily. You're probably thinking that I'm all mixed-up and that I'm being a hypocrite or something. Your thumbing back over your notes. Are you checking to see if I had said only a few minutes ago that I love sex and I've fucked all the time?

Well, I lied. That was my only time, and it happened a few months ago. I don't know why I haven't done it again, but I just can't. I get cold when I think about it, even though I can still watch the others.

But I've gotten into masturbation a lot more now when I'm at home, because ever since that first and only time, I've been having the greatest fantasy...."

INTERVIEW TWO

The second time Sally came to see me, she was dressed all in white. I thought that it was rather odd, until she got into her fantasy.

She was wearing a pair of tight white pants and a long, flowing white cotton shirt. She had on sneakers, and somehow, she looked so pale against all of this white because of her light complexion.

She had her hair braided down the back that day, and she seemed more eager to talk this time than she had the first time.

You're the only person who knows now that I've only had sex once. I used to think that it was such a terrible thing, and that was why I never told anyone else. But since you know my biggest secret, I feel like I can tell you everything and that makes me feel so much better.

The first time I came to see you, I was so scared. I wondered if that fact would come out, and you can see how hard I tried to cover it. Well, I'm glad that you know now because maybe you can help me to understand my fantasy better because of it.

In my fantasy I'm in this room that's all white. Even the walls are carpeted in white, and I'm naked.

Suddenly a door opens. I can't see the door because it just blends in with the white carpeting on the walls, but when it opens I can see a dark hallway. A few of the girls walk in. I know them all because they're the girls that I usually party with. They all seem so happy and cheery.

They're pulling something in, and when I look, I see that it's a large wooden tub of hot water. They call me over and help me get into the tub. They're all wearing bathing suits as they stand around me, pouring all different kinds of oils into the water. It seems like they're preparing me for something.

I stand up and they started to sponge me off. I feel all these hands on my body and because of it, I think that I'm going to start coming very soon. I've never felt anything like this before.

One of the girls moves her hand to my pussy and she starts to touch me.

"You'll love it when it happens the first time," she says. "What?"

"The first time. You're still a virgin, silly." They all start to laugh, and then one of them stands on this ladder and pours the water over my back and shoulders, just to clean off the soap. They do the same with my front, concentrating mainly on my tits.

As soon as I step out of the tub, I'm wrapped in pure white towels. Then the tub is pulled out and another thing is pulled in. It's like a large vanity with a mirror on it. The girls finish drying me off and lead me in front of the mirror.

I watch as they open the closet and pull out something that reminds me of a wedding gown, with a few variations.

There's a top part like a bikini, and there are white panties to go with it. The dress part is made of white lace, so it's practically transparent, and then there's the veil, that's rather short.

"Oh, she looks so beautiful," one of them says, and they're all agreeing.

The vanity is wheeled out, just like the tub had been, and then, one more thing is wheeled in. It's a large cake.

They open the top of the wedding cake, and then there's this smaller ladder for me to climb into it.

"But what for?" I ask.

"It's a surprise," one of the girls says. "You'll love it."

I stoop down in the cake, and then one of them tells me what to say when I pop out. I'm given a cue, as to what will be said before I'm supposed to pop out.

"But nothing bad will happen, will it?" I ask.

"No, nothing."

By the time I think of this, doctor, I'm usually coming like a flood. I always like to masturbate to this fantasy. It's so white. I love it.

There's darkness for a few minutes, and I can feel the cake being wheeled out of my white-carpeted room. I'm a little scared, but not that much, and I'm sure I'll be able to take whatever's going to happen.

Suddenly, there's loud music from outside and I hear the man talking.

"Welcome," he said. "We know that this is all a special occasion for someone. Yes, he's going to be getting married soon, and so, we have this little surprise for him. There should be a bigger surprise inside."

And then, I pop out of the cake.

I feel like I'm at a bachelor party, mainly because all the men that I know are sitting around this large L-shaped table. The cake is right between it, only Peter is the one sitting in the chair of honor.

There is something different, here, too. The men are all wearing white tuxedoes and this whole room is in white, also.

Everything!

In fact, the only color other than white is the flesh of our skin, and of course, the different colors of hair.

But that's about it. I step out of the cake and walk over to the groom-to-be.

"Congratulations," I say to him, holding out my hand.

That, as far as I was told by the girls who cleaned me up in the oil, was all I had to say to them. I shake Peter's hand and start to turn away.

"Hey, where the fuck do you think you're going?" he asks me.

"Out of here," I said. "I want to leave now. I've done what I'm supposed to do."

"You think you have, don't you?" he asked, and suddenly, he grabs the lace dress that I'm wearing and starts to pull it. "There's more expected."

I suddenly realize that they're going to rape me.

"No," I say to him. "Don't. I'm still a virgin. Can't you see that I'm dressed in white? Don't."

He suddenly reaches for my top and pulls it off. It tears in the back, and when he does the same with my panties, I'm standing there, only wearing the veil.

"Now you're not dressed in anything" he says to me.

I turn around and I start to run. But I can see that the men are not planning to let me go. This room is doe like the first room I was in, with white carpeting on the walls. I can't find where the fuck the doors are and I'm getting even more scared because of it. I want too get out of there.

At least the walls feel soft as I hit them, because I'm running so frantically in an effort to escape, that I keep hitting the walls.

Finally, they get me in a corner, and Peter moves in front of me. They're all still dressed in their white tuxes, but they all have their cocks hanging out. All cocks are hard, and Peter's is the one that's closest.

"Let's start like this," he says, and he pushes me down on my knees. I feel him forcing his cock right between my lips, all the way down my throat.

No, doctor, I've never sucked him off before, but I do dream about it. As I think about it, I'm usually coming very hard.

I start to suck as hard as I can, and he grabs my blonde hair and then starts to thrust his cock back and forth against my face. It's forced all the way in the back of my throat at times, but I can put up with it.

I like the smell, I have to admit that. I take the opportunity, every so often, to look at the other men in the room. They're all rubbing their cocks.

Suddenly, Peter pulls out of my mouth.

"All right," he says. "Some of you hold her. I'm going to take her for the first time. Joe, put your big dick in her mouth to shut her up. I wanna fuck her cunt first, but she seems like she needs a dick to suck on."

Joe moves closer to me as I'm pushed down on the floor. He stands over me with his two feet on either side of my head. I look up and see his cock and balls dangling right over my face, and ever so slowly, he starts to descend, bringing that cock and those balls closer and closer.

I open my mouth to suck his dick in, just as it touches me.

Please, I'm saying to myself inside, don't do this to me. Please don't.

That's because I can feel Peter down by my cunt. He has spread my legs and he's rubbing his cock head against my pussy lips. I feel like I'm about to explode. My cunt lips are trembling, and suddenly, I'm thankful for the cock in my mouth.

I started to suck on it harder as I feel Peter ramming his cock right into my cunt. There's a sharp pain and I squirm on the carpet. It's so soft, however, that I don't mind it at all. And Peter starts to fuck me hard.

He moves his mouth to my tits and sucks on one of my rosy red nipples. I can feel my nipples swelling under his sucking.

His hips never fail to keep up the rhythm of the fuck. He's constantly shoving his thick stick in and out of my cunt, and I feel my pussy starting to spasm hard. It's the first really good orgasm I ever have.

And as I think about that, I'm usually frigging my own clit hard. At that point in my fantasy, doctor, I'm coming like crazy. Just thinking about that one cock working in and out of my cunt, and the other one that I'm sucking on, is enough to make me do it. I try to look around the room, and when I do, I can see all the men watching us.

They're still dressed in white.

In fact, everyone but me is dressed, and the only part of the men's bodies that are exposed is their cocks.

Joe starts to pulsate in my mouth, very hard, and suddenly, he's shooting his come deep in the back of my throat. I feel, for a second, like I'm going to gag on it, but then it just slides right down, very easily.

I love the taste of it, in my fantasy.

As soon as Joe's finished, Bob, this other guy, comes over and rams his cock into my mouth. I still don't mind sucking on it.

I'm concentrating now on the cock in my cunt, belonging to Peter. He's sure managing to hold back. The fuck is going on twice as long as the actual one that we had, and even if I wanted to, there's nothing that I can do about it.

One guy is constantly sitting on my face, practically, and my hands are being held down. So I do get into the fuck, and after a while, I'm even thrusting my hips up and down to meet Peter's throbbing cock halfway.

I hear the sound of his balls slapping against my ass, and I start to come hard. When my cunt spasms around his cock, harder than ever, he starts to come inside of me. I can hear him moaning so hard.

As his cock shrinks, he moves his mouth down there and starts to eat me. I'm surprise a that no one moves to take his place. In fuel, during the rest of my fantasy, Peter is the only guy who gets to fuck me.

I suck off practically all the others, about ten of them, and never more than once each. And while he's not fucking me, Peter is watching the others work on me, but no other cock enters my cunt, ever.

The whole thing ends when the guys just leave me lying there in the room right by the cake. I look up, then reach out and take some of the whipped cream on my hand. I start to lick it off, and soon, I'm rolling in the whipped cream. It feels so good, and, at the same time, I'm feasting on it.

Then the girls come back in and they have to drag me out so that they can put me back into the bath to clean me off again.

My body is so sensitive from all the fucking, that as they clean me off, I come again and again. They don't even have to touch my pussy, although I can feel a hand there every once in a while.

Until I'm cleaned off, dried, and wrapped in a warm blanket so I can go to sleep.

That's the way it ends. And believe me doctor, it's much better than sex ever was. With that fantasy, I can have the best orgasms. I don't stop coming for a second. I love it more than anything else.

So is there something wrong with me? Is there? If a girl can't enjoy her own fantasy without being called sick, then life isn't worth living.