Though I must confess the fires of lust were now more then thoroughly awakened in me, arid I responded to him by various movements of my body.
He now asked me to get up and kneel on the floor on my hands and knees. I did so, he got behind me and rubbed his tool all about my protruding bottom. He told me to open my thighs, and I jumped with surprise and pain as I now felt his cock strike very hard against my pussy. Bang after bang he gave it to me with the full, rigid length of it, then seizing my tits he rammed it in at one fierce and sudden push till I felt my very womb double up inside my belly. I uttered a suppressed moan of pain at this unexpected attack, but he continued to fuck me rapidly till I again felt the soothing river of gism shoot into me. Looking down between my legs I could see his staff working in and out of me, and now beheld the thick drops of gism drip from my pussy on to the floor.
Out his cock came with a “plop” like noise. Again it visited my bottom, gently pressing firmly against the little hole. To my horror I now felt it digging its way gradually into my bottom. Good Lord, the pain was terrible, I fainted here. How long I remained thus I do not know, it could not have been more than a minute, but when I came to my senses I felt his cock working its full length in and out of my poor bottom which was contracting on it and gripping his bag of nuts that was pressed up between the cheeks. Now the hot juice began to be shot up my bottom. I could feel it in jets as his rigid cock stiffened with each ejaculation. He pulled it out, and again the popping noise I heard. He now made me squat on my heels while he put his face under my bottom, then he told me to let his gism fly out of my bottom, which I was glad to do, as my bowels felt uncomfortable with that great load of gism in it. Out came the stream on the floor while he prodded my cunnie with his finger. It must have been a rare sight for him to see a young girl's smooth skinned, silky plump, hard bottom letting out his hot milk. Once more, while I was in this position, he stood up and again began to beat my bottom with the palm of his hand, harder and harder they became, thighs, cunt and bottom got a thorough beating as I now squirmed with pain. He now stood me on my feet and finished off by giving my trembling bottom several hard smacks, all the time the sight of my quivvering bottom as I stood before him gave him intense joy. He said he was through with me, and that if I shouted out as he was going he would come back and shoot me, showing me a pistol. I assured him I would be quiet and told him to go away as quick as he could and leave me. He left. I ran and locked the door, and threw myself on the bed all sore from the rude attack I had gone through. I was so glad when father and mother came, which was very shortly after. I told them all what had happened to me during their absence. Of course they were mortified, but what could they do, the man had fled, and they did not want it to become known that I had been attacked, as it would be liable to disgrace me. Mother hugged me and cried, put me to bed, bathed my sore parts most tenderly and sent Frank for the doctor. Mother told him what had happened, and he was crazy over it, however, he advised that it must be kept quiet for the girl's sake, for she'll get over it in a day or two. He asked me all about it, and I took pleasure in telling him all details in a blank and childish way, so that as he stood by the bed I could see his cock beating and throbbing violently in his pants. I think it got out somehow, in a sub-rosa way, and it may have had its effects in keeping me from proposals of marriage from any young man I would have accepted.
The doctor washed me thoroughly, using some kind of instrument. Upon leaving me he said I must lay still for two days, then come to his office at four o'clock when he would have more time to examine me more thoroughly after the inside parts had restored themselves. I obeyed, and in due time, mother sent me to the doctor. I was called into his private office after the last patient had left. He put me on the operating table, lowered it a bit, took off my panties, and examined my slit.
He stroked and molded it so nicely that I soon became hot under his clever touches, for I could not help but move my bottom up and down and side ways slightly, but enough for him to notice my excitement. He pronounced my cunt to be all right, and as he stood up to me he held my thighs apart and deliberately slipped what was evidently proved to be a good-sized cock into my now moist, hot cunnie. I cried out, “Doctor, you mustn't do that to me, what will my mama say?” He replied, “You are not to tell her, — why shouldn't my old cock fuck your nice and pretty cuntie which was already been well fucked by a tramp?”
I gave in, what was the use of spoiling a good thing, besides, I had learned enough though only twelve years old, to reflect that a doctor lover might be a good thing. I surely was getting my share of sexual nourishment at twelve years of age, I thought. I did not tell mother about the doctor, but I told Frank all about everything. I knew enough to be careful nothing became known about me.
Frank was close mouthed, and, of course the doctor could be depended on not to talk.
One good effect their cocks had upon me was to completely stop my self indulgence, and I became alert minded, studied easily, and made very good progress in school. By this time we had moved into a better house where we had a bath, and I made good use of it. Many a fuck Frank and I took in a full tub of water. His being able to use me, kept him from jerking off, and he grew up self-reliant. I had developed into a well-rounded figure, nice plump breasts as firm as could be, the nipples standing out straight, splendid legs, and a bottom that must have caused many a man and boy to sigh after me, for they all would turn and look at these charms as I passed them, on the street. Many a young fellow wanted me to wed him, but I scoffed them away. I would not trust my reputation to the young sports. I considered that what I really was at heart was my own business, but the public must not know me for what I was.