Case History 4

SUBJECT: Margie AGE: Thirteen

INTERVIEW ONE

Margie is a cute girl with a brown fuck haircut. When she came to seem me she was wearing a sleeveless blouse and dungarees. I could tell that she had a typical pre-pubescent figure with small, budding breasts, and hardly any curves to her hips, yet.

However, she has a very lovely face with large brown eyes and a wide, big smile. She seemed a little hesitant about talking to me, thinking that she might implicate some people in saying what she had to say.

I assured her, however, that everything would be kept in the strictest of confidence.

I know that I'm never going to lose my virginity unless someone forces me to do it. I've have a few bouts with some kids that I go to school with because some of the guys are already into fucking. But I always seem to win.

It's not that I'm stronger than any of the guys. I think that any of the three who tried to do it with me (all unsuccessfully, I might add) could have easily smacked me across the face and had his way with me.

But when I started to fight back, I guess they all just got too scared. Maybe they all thought they'd really hurt me bad.

I can tell you, quite easily, why I'm going to have to be beaten.

You see, my father beats my mother all the time, and then he fucks her. Well, even when he fucks her, and I've seen them a lot, I can tell that she hates it. She's always squirming around underneath him, and the look on her face is one of anything but pleasure.

The first time I ever saw them was when I was seven. I was sleeping, and all of a sudden, I heard this smashing sound.

I learned, later in life, that the smashing sound was my mother being shoved against the wall. I would see it happening at times.

When I heard that sound I climbed out of bed.

"You stupid bitch," my father screamed at my mother. "How the fuck do you expect me to be able to keep this household together when you go out and spend the fucking money on these stupid extravagances."

I heard a ripping sound, and then I ran out of my room and looked through their keyhole. He had just ripped the night gown off my mother, and he was holding it in his hands, in pieces.

They were both naked now. My father had black hair and a hairy body. My mother's a redhead, and she has a beautiful body. Big tits and a nice looking patch.

"You stupid fucking idiot," my mother said to him. "Now I'll never be able to return it. You could have said you didn't like it without having to rip it."

He suddenly pulled his hand back and smashed it across her face. I saw her reeling back and heard her smashing against the wall again.

"You never would have taken it back," he said to her. "I know you a lot better than that. You never would have taken it back."

He approached her and started to kick her in the belly. She flailed her arms about, trying to escape his blows. I could see that the more he hit her, the harder his cock was starting to get.

That really amazed me. I had never seen his cock hard before, and I had my eyes on it the whole time, seeing it go from a completely flaccid state, to a completely hard state. He continued to kick her, even as he moved his hand down and began to rub himself.

"You're going to get it," he said to her.

My mother was huddled in the corner of the room by this time, and he grabbed her by his long red hair and shoved his cock into her mouth. I thought that she was gagging on it because of the noises she was making, but soon, those noises turned to slurping.

I saw my father ramming his cock in and out of her mouth, purposely moving his hand to his balls and slapping them against her chin. Every so often, I would see him reach for her tit and start to pull on her nipple. There were tears running out of her eyes, down her cheeks.

He could see them, but he didn't seem to care.

Doctor, these fights did bother me, believe me. The reason I can talk about them so calmly now is because they're a common occurrence in my house. The first time, when I was seven, it scared the shit out of me.

Somehow, something inside of me told me to keep quiet though, and I'm glad that I did. When my father got into those moods, he would forget himself and I'm sure that he wouldn't have hesitated to turn on me. I wouldn't have liked something like that to happen, and so I always made sure to be quiet, even when my mother looked like a bloody rag, lying there under his kicking foot.

Eventually,-he would stop hitting her and making her suck him because he was really after her pussy. He'd force her down on her back and then spread her legs apart as wide as he possibly could.

"Now you're going to get the fucking of your life," he'd tell her.

He seemed to say that all the time, whenever he was getting ready to do it.

Now when I was seven, I had never heard of fucking before, but when I saw him ram that cock into her cunt, I knew what it was. I could hear my mother grunting and groaning the whole time that he fucked her, and there were times when I was sure she saw me watching them. But she never said anything to me about it.

By the time I was eleven, I knew about fucking. I mean, kids tend to talk about it in school, but I was kind of confused because they were all talking about how nice it was supposed to be.

"I saw my folks do it the other day," this girl said. "I saw just what was happening and now, I can't wait for it to happen to me. I just can't wait. My mother looked like she was having the time of her life."

When I heard that, I knew that I couldn't tell anyone what my parents did. I thought that they would all think that I was some kind of a freak, or my parents were. I don't know what I actually thought, really. All I know is that I was beginning to understand that my parents weren't doing it the way most people did.

Still, that wasn't making it any better for me. Sometimes I wondered why my mother put up with it. I thought that she should have kicked his fucking ass out of the house and gotten a divorce. I'm sure that she could have survived on the alimony that she would have gotten, plus child support.

Once I saw him actually whip her with his belt, and then he threw her over the bed, face-first, and started to fuck her ass-hole. I remember that I moved my finger to my ass-hole, just to cover it up.

I thought that ass-fucking must have been so painful, but the expression on my mother's face was no different from the way it was when he would fuck her the regular way.

That's why I started to think that fucking is always painful. I didn't care what any of the kids at school said. I knew that it was going to have to be painful because of the way I saw it happening.

At age thirteen, a few months ago, I started to masturbate for the first time. I just felt this tingling in my pussy and when I moved my fingers down between my legs, I started to come.

The first time I ever had an orgasm, it happened so fast, and it was so nice, that I started to think about sex a little bit more.

I thought that maybe something else in my cunt would feel good. I had seen these dildoes sold as face-massagers in the local drugstore, so one day I went in and bought one. That's how I broke my hymen.

I started to use that dildo all the time, too, just because I could get such pleasure out of it. As it rubbed against my clit, I would just close my eyes and see all these colors exploding in my head. It was the total end.

And then, once, I started to dream of a cock fucking me, and that left me cold. I just couldn't help it. I wanted a cock, but the idea that the man would have all this control over me to do what he wanted just scared me.

That's when I started to have this fantasy about being forced to do it. It's a terrific fantasy, and one day, I hope it comes true.

INTERVIEW TWO

The second time Margie came to see me, she was wearing a matching suit and vest. She gave the appearance of a child who wanted to look much older, and in some ways, it was remarkably affective.

She still lacks the figure of an older woman, but it's easy to tell that within a few years, when she has a full bust and the full curves of an older woman, she will be able to pass herself off as an adult.

She seemed a little reluctant to talk today, as I found most of my patients are when the have to talk about their fantasy.

I can understand it, however, for fantasies are private things and some people can feel funny talking to someone else about it.

In this fantasy I'm at my sister's house. I'm there for a visit, and I like it a lot better there because she and her husband don't fight like my mother and my father do. I like her husband, also.

His name is Ira and he has brown hair and a hairy chest. He's really a funny guy, and I remember that when my sister married him, and I was only mine, I was pretty envious of her. No, jealous is the better word. I really admire Ira, and I guess that's why he's the one who gets me in my fantasy.

My sister says that she has to go out to the store to pick up some vegetables for dinner, leaving me there alone. Ira's due home from work any minute, and she tells me to fix him a drink to hold him over until she gets back.

When Ira walks in, he's pretty furious because my sister is out. I tell him that I'll make him a drink, and he says that I can do him one better.

"What's that?" I ask him.

"Suck on this," he says to me, and before I know what he's doing, he has his large cock hanging out of his pants.

"I can't," I say to him. "You know I can't do that."

"You sure as hell can, Margie. You got a mouth, right?"

He suddenly forces me to the floor and then pulls my head over to his cock. He pinches my cheeks as he starts to force his cock in and out of my mouth. He's not doing it so hard, and I don't have too much trouble taking it down.

In fact, my pussy is starting to cream because of it. I can feel it as I rub my legs together.

Ira works himself up to a full orgasm, shooting his come deep into the back of my throat. I swallow it and love it, but then, he pushes me back and sits on top of me.

"I'm going to fuck you now," he says.

"Ira, I'm a virgin. Please don't do it. Our relationship will never be the same afterwards if you do that to me. Please don't."

"It will be better," he says, and he reaches for my panties and starts to pull them right off. I can feel his fingers groping in my cunt, and I'm really scared. He starts to wiggle my clit back and forth with his fingers, and soon I can feel my cunt spasming hard under his touch.

Still, I know that he's going to be trying to get his cock into my cunt soon, and that scares the shit out of me.

He sees that I'm scared, just by the look in my eyes, and he slaps me across the face again and again.

"You shouldn't be scared," he says to me. "There's no reason to be scared, you stupid bitch. It's bound to happen sometime."

And then, he starts to slide down my body. I can feel his cock getting harder and harder as it runs over my flesh. He moves it between my small tits and presses them together so he's fucking my tits.

Then, he slides all the way down so that his cock is right over my cunt.

As he rubs it over my pussy lips, I start to tremble even more.

"Please don't do this to me," I say to him. "Don't."

Then, Ira starts to smack me across the face again and again.

Now I want you to understand, doctor, that when I masturbate to this fantasy, I don't get so aroused with the slaps. I don't really want to be beaten so hard, and Ira slaps me a little harder than I want it.

Still, I know that it's the only way for him to get his cock into me. I know that I would never dare take that cock in unless he was hitting me and forcing me to do it.

Finally, he plunges his way into me. Now I'm not a real virgin because I don't have my hymen. I've already broken it with the dildo, and when he starts to fuck me I just love it.

I wrap my legs around his ass and his pumping cock is driving me crazy. I can feel it rubbing over my stiffened clit and sending all kinds of passion waves through me. I feel the sweat on his ass as I start to massage his buttocks with my feet, and then I start to come hard.

I can feel my cunt muscles spasming hard around his cock, and it feels so good to finally have a solid piece of flesh inside of me.

Ira sure knows how to fuck, and once he starts to fuck me, he doesn't hit me anymore. But at one point, when he falls out because he pulls back a little too far, I start to panic once again.

You see, it's the entry that I'm scared of, and I don't really know why. Once the cock is inside of my cunt, I don't mind it, but getting it in is what I have trouble with. When Ira falls out and tries to get back in, I put up a big fight.

I kick him away, and he's furious. I start to crawl on the carpet, trying to get away from him. But he pounces on top of me, like a lion or something. He presses his cock against my ass and for a second, I think that he's going to enter my ass-hole.

"Anything but that," I beg him.

"All right," he says, and then he bites into my neck, at the same time that he rams his cock into my cunt, from behind. , I feel like we're two cats. Did you ever see cats doing it? The male bites into the female's neck and holds her that way.

Well, he holds me good, and like I said, once his cock is inside of my cunt, I'm in heaven. My pussy starts to spasm again, and I rub myself on the carpet just to make things feel even better.

"Good fucking cunt," Ira whispers in my ear, and I think that his talking dirty turns me on as much as his thrusting cock.

I feel him starting to pulsate inside of me, and that stretches my hot pussy even more. I think that he's going to come, but he holds back a few more minutes.

When he does finally come, I'm in heaven. I start to come so hard that I just faint, and usually, my cunt-tickling fingers which work as I fantasize, work me up so much that I faint also.

I'm glad it happens that way, because I would hate to think of what my sister would say if she ever returned and found her husband fucking me like that. I guess I never think that far because I only imagine the good part of the fantasy.

And that's really all there is to it.

I'll probably never lose my virginity, however, because no one will ever force me to do it. I have to be forced, otherwise it won't work. I'm looking forward to the day that it happens because I know I won't have to go through any bad pain.

I've already broken my hymen to save a guy the trouble. Now, all I can do is hope that someone with a strong cock also has a strong body to hold me down. And if he has to beat me up, then let him whack away.