He clutched his prick at the base and gave it a couple of quick squeezes.
I guess he wanted to make sure it was as long and thick as possible.
He was satisfied and used his right hand to guide his cock tip.
He ran the head of his cock slowly up and down my pussy.
I have to admit that the flesh down there was getting damn sensitive.
After all he was a man and I was about to get fucked for the first time.
My pussy juice began to flow anew and fresh swelling began in the twat.
My clitoris grew to erection in spite of my fear and horrible pain.
Daddy ran the head of his cock down to the base of my slash.
He began to press down and I could feel my cunt opening for him.
There was nothing subtle about the way he fucked me, I assure you.
He wanted to get his big cock all the way in as fast as he could.
He didn't care about the pain he knew he would cause me.
In fact I think he relished the idea of the agony his rape would spawn.
He busted my cherry wide open with a ripping sound that sickened me.
Again I screamed bloody murder with my unthinkable pain.
Fresh colt sweat oozed from all of the pores in my slim torso.
Daddy kept pushing until he had all of his dick in my pussy.
My inner cunt lips gripped at the base of his lance and the tip stretched painfully at the back wall of my fuck hole.
He didn't bother to fuck me slowly at first and then steadily increase the pace as he went along.
He fucked me as hard and fast as he could from the very first stroke. He fucked me brutally hard and the lightning like pain transformed into lightning like pleasure.
By his forth stroke I had forgotten about the horrible pain of losing my virginity. I guess my pussy was getting used to the deep violation or something.
The muscles at the sides of my pussy relaxed and he found that he could move his dick into and out of my cunt with ease. My cunt made sloppy wet splashing noises.
I knew that a combination of my natural lubrication and the blood from my torn hymen was splattering at the insides of my thighs. I could see that his cock was all red with blood when he withdrew. I could watch myself getting fucked between our bodies. He had both arms supporting his upper body and he was up on his toes as if he were doing push-ups on top of me or something like that.
He made me come.
I know I should be ashamed of myself.
I couldn't help it.
It just happened.
He rode my pussy high as he fucked me so he gave maximum stimulation to my clit. I could feel the sexual tension building inside me with each savage thrust until I could feel the explosions of my first womanly come — the kind of come that can only happen when a girl is getting her brains fucked out!
Daddy shifted into high gear.
He began to moan.
Then he thrust his dick all the way into my pussy and kept it there. All of the muscles in his body trembled and he shook like a leaf. He made an animalistic growling noise in his throat and shot his wad into my dripping honey pot.
Daddy pulled his dick out of me.
He didn't seem to notice that it was all covered with blood.
Thank God, he remembered to untie me before he passed out.
I had worries that he would leave me like that all night.
He stumbled out of the room and went to his own to sleep.
I wonder if he remembered what happened the next morning.
I had some sort of nervous breakdown on the spot. I curled into a ball and cried like a baby for hours before I fell asleep — and even then my rest was troubled by dreams of the rape. Daddy turned into a grotesque monster in my dreams. He grew larger and I got smaller.
I was still exhausted when I woke in the morning and I had to deal with my sore whipped body, my blood- crusted thighs and belly and my sore ankles and wrists.
I packed my things and ran away from home that afternoon. There was nothing left for me there. Daddy had turned me into a woman and I was going to act like one. I was going out to make it on my own.
I hitchhiked to New York and soon discovered that I didn't have the slightest idea how to be independent.
Since I was soiled I acted soiled. For the past few weeks I have been giving blow jobs for tips in one of the theaters downtown.
The police picked me up and I told them my story. They are going to put me in a foster home or something like that. They seem to think that I don't have my head on straight and that is why they sent me to you.
Will I ever be able to have sex again without thinking of Daddy?
Will I ever know love?
Will I ever find a man who respects me in spite of my past.
I am haunted by these and other questions.
Case History Three
SUBJECT: Sookie O.
AGE: Sixteen
Interview One
We have a strange custom in our family. When when of us girls turns sixteen we are sent to our father's bedroom to be turned into women.
You may think that is odd — but you have to remember that my family is Korean, and we have a different way of going about things from Americans.
I am the youngest of three daughters, and I remember vividly how envious I felt of my older sisters when they turned sixteen and had their evening with Daddy.
Well, I turned sixteen three weeks ago and I want to tell you all about my experiences with my father. I hope they don't shock you, Doctor.
My oldest sister is married now and has moved to Colorado. I live with my Mommy and Daddy and my older sister Suzie in a brownstone in the Cobble Hill section of Brooklyn.
It is a Catholic Italian neighborhood, and I guess a lot of the kids I go to school with would croak if they knew how I spent my sixteenth birthday.
The whole cherry-popping business is very ceremonial — as you will find out. My birthday fell on a Friday, so I had to wait for Daddy to get home from work before things started.
Daddy got home right on time and immediately showered and went to his bedroom to wait for me. I was in my upstairs bedroom about as anxious as I had ever been about anything in my life.
My heart was pounding and I was having a great deal of difficulty staying still. I paced back and forth in my room. It would have been an understatement to say I had ants in my pants.
I was wearing nothing but a green silk robe and I was getting very horny just thinking about the way I was going to spend the remainder of my evening.
