Teen Girls In Search Of A Stud
[aka 'Teenage Seductress']
by Ralph Benton
(BH-7477)


INTRODUCTION 

"And that Dick was suddenly like a wild animal! He grabbed me by my hair and 
threw me down on the mats like an old rag doll. Before I even knew what the 
hell was the matter with him, he had pulled down his jeans and was waving 
his meat at me like he was gonna club me to death, like I'd done something 
horrible to him! What a creep! But Jerry cooled him, told him to take it 
easy, that I was an all right chick and that he didn't have to get all 
uptight over anything. Well, something snapped in the guy and Dick just sank 
down to the mat and began to cry. like a baby, you know what I mean? Sobbin' 
out his frustration I guess. Well, that led to me and my big heart-I have 
always been a softie for guys who are in trouble-and I just started 
stripping down, starin' at his limp prick and how it lay there while the guy 
was pourin' out his heart. 

"Jerry had also stripped down. I'd never gone on a threesome before, but I 
figured this was as good a time as any. I leaned over and, stretching out 
alongside Dick, I began to play with his prick. After a few moments, his 
crying let up a little and he rolled over on his back with his arm over his 
face. I just wanted to make him feel better, so I lifted his penis to my 
mouth and began kissing it-little tiny kisses all up and down it, and down 
around his balls. I hadn't done that to a guy since Mr. Gee-whiz and I 
realized that I felt sorry for this kid, too. 

"Jerry was sittin' cross-legged real near to us and he was fondlin' himself 
and muttering things like, 'Jesus! I didn't know you'd do something like 
that,' and other things along those same lines. It made me feel pretty 
important, I don't mind tellin' you, and I knew that I had even more 
surprises in store for him. 

"So then I started licking Dick's dong, playing with his balls at the same 
time. Well, he sure'n hell began to react to that, let me tell you. His 
prick was really gettin' right on up there in no time at all. Then I took 
the warm shaft in my hand and started to lick around the ridge at the head, 
darting the tip of my tongue in and out of the tiny little hole at the tip 
of it, trying to get that same milky stuff out that Mr. Gee-whiz used to 
come up with all the time. 

"Dick really started moaning then, kind of writhing around on the mat and 
trying to shove his cock up into my mouth. I was real careful and took a 
little love-bite on the head of it, and I thought he was gonna leap out of 
his skin! But I guess he took it the wrong way, and he grabbed me by the 
hair again and twisted me up to my knees on an all-four position. 

"'You little bitch! You want to suck cock? Okay, suck! I'm gonna fuck your 
face, baby, and fuck it good. I'm gonna shove my big cock all the way down 
your throat and make you eat my come until you drown!' 

"And he started laying it on me real heavy, slammin' his rigid cock into my 
mouth so that it was bangin' against my throat and gaggin' me. I was gettin' 
kind of scared, too, until I heard Jerry tellin' him to take it easy and 
that if he didn't know how to get sucked off, that he-Jerry, that is-would 
take over. He'd never had his cock sucked before I guess. Well, that cooled 
this nutty Dick again an' he started fuckin' my mouth a lot nicer, slow and 
easy and really enjoying himself. 

"Jerry was too hot to just hang around and do nothing but supervise, but 
then, he always did have a short fuse. Anyways, me on all fours and this 
Dick character fucking my face was all right for Dick, but it wasn't enough 
for Jerry. He came back around me and hoisted up my ass so's he could get at 
my cunt with his hard on. And when I felt him shoving it up inside of me, I 
was really awfully happy. It had been such a damned long time that it was 
like comin' home after you'd been away for months and months. I knew at that 
moment that I could never hold out like I'd been trying to. It just felt too 
goddam good having a hard cock rammed up inside of my hot wet snatch, 
feeling the big thing rubbing against the insides of my hole and poking 
against that wall that's up inside there. Every time Jerry would pull out a 
little, I'd slam my hips back up against him so I could get his stiff cock 
all up and snug inside of me where it belonged. I was really kind of glad to 
be home again, you know what I mean? Jerry was making me so hot, fucking me 
like that, his hands holding on to my hips and pummeling at me with his 
shaft that it was all I could do not to just come right away and spoil 
everything by having to take a rest. 

"But I knew that this Dick creep was pretty near to shootin' his wad and I 
didn't want to stop nothin' right then and there. I just wanted to have that 
lug get his rocks off so he'd stop yanking on my hair every time he got a 
hair up his ass! And I knew that Jerry could hold out for awhile, him and me 
had made it before enough times so that I wasn't worried about that. 

"Well, finally this Dick creep began groaning and moanin' and carryin' on 
until you'd a thought that I was chewin' him up and spittin' out the pieces 
... and there he went again with the hair. He grabbed me again and made one 
great big thrust with his bulging cock and started shooting into my mouth 
... and shooting. As rough as he was, at least the guy had something in his 
pants to let go with, I'll say that for him. Anyhow, he slumped down on the 
mat, breathin' real hard and I figured I could forget about him for a few 
minutes anyway. 

"So I rolled a little, showing Jerry that I wanted him to get on top of me 
and fuck me real hard. He didn't need much prompting ... screwing a girl 
from behind is a nice variation once you've already gotten your rocks off 
and are then just lazily goin' at it again. But for openers, especially if a 
guy's really horny, they usually prefer to slam it in and feel their balls 
slapping at your ass. 

"I could of been fucked for hours an' been happy. I guess it's kind of like 
an alkie who's decided to fall off the wagon ... you want to make up for 
lost time, but then, you don't want to pass out before you can really enjoy 
the feeling. I'm just guessin', though; I haven't got that problem. 

"But I threw my legs around Jerry's waist and clung to him as he sweated and 
ground his prick deep inside of me, letting my hands feel his strong young 
muscles, lettin' his cock work its magic inside of me. There's just nothin' 
like a hard fat prick completely filling up your hungry hot hole, pushing in 
and out, the head of it rubbing along the sides of your starving vagina, 
feelin' all his juices and your own making a nice slippery cave for his 
piston. Man, when a girl's getting fucked, she knows she's alive and she 
knows she's needed! Even if a guy's madly in love with some other gal, while 
he's screwing me he isn't thinking about nothing else but me and my greedy 
hole! 

"And then Jerry was ready and he started talkin' at me the way he always 
did. 

" 'Oh yeah! I'm makin' it, baby, I'm makin' it ... come with me ... let me 
feel that tight snatch of yours snappin' on my cock, milkin' it dry ... let 
me feel you comin' too ... I'm gonna make it real sweet this time, real hard 
... gonna shoot enough come into you to keep you drippin' for a week ... 
gonna make it now ... gonna fill your little cunt ... gonna commm....' 

"And he did ... and, oh wow! so did I! It started in my belly, and 
snowballed to my ass and then came roaring up to my snatch till I exploded 
in wild spasms, one right after another, twitching and grabbing ... it was 
really terrific! 

"Well, after that, the three of us lay around smoking cigs-which the fellows 
shouldn't have done, bein' in trainin' and all-and just catching our breath. 
We went at it a few more times, and the best was when I was straddling 
Jerry, riding up and down on his cock like some kind of merry-go-'round ... 
and then Dick came up and fucked my ass. Mr. Gee-whiz had fucked my ass 
before, so I was ready for him. But it's something else again when you've 
got a big cock up your cunt and another big cock shoved up your ass-hole! 
You're being torn apart and you couldn't be happier about it. Really groovy. 

"Finally the boys had had it. I was still rarin' to go, but the guys said 
they were finished for the night. They were pretty good-natured about me 
wantin' them to fuck me again and again, but they wouldn't budge. No hard 
on, no fuck. I wasn't mad or anything, but I was disappointed. You can't 
give a starving man half a cracker and expect him to be grateful! As far as 
I was concerned, the appetizer was nice ... but where was the meal? 

"But no is no and there was nothin' I could do-no matter how hard I tried-to 
get a hard on for either of the guys. So we just started talkin' about the 
game and how rotten everything had gone. The guys really felt bad for the 
coach and told me that he was kind of psycho about our school winnin' the 
cup this year. Jerry said that he'd heard that the coach had just gone 
through a divorce, and Dick said he thought the guy was really all torn up 
about not being with his son all the time, just on weekends. And they both 
thought that it was on account of that that the coach just wasn't really 
pitching the team right. So we figured out a plan. The big deciding game was 
gonna be this month, the one that would either keep us in for the finals or 
leave us behind ... and that what the coach needed was a little coachin'. 
Like maybe if he got his rocks off before the game, got a lot of flattery 
and that sort of thing ... well, that he'd be in better shape to really fire 
up the guys with some smart instructions. 

"We set it up that the night before the big game for the finals, I'd sneak 
into the coach's office and turn him on ... fuck him real good, and then 
he'd be all right for the following day. 

"Everything went off beautifully. The fellas got me past everybody and into 
the coach's office without any hitches. I was wearing a micro-mini, no 
underwear, and no bra under my blouse what was cut down to my navel just 
about. No matter what I did either my tits were gonna hang out temptingly, 
or my snatch was gonna be a hairy invitation. We figured we'd say that I was 
Jerry's girlfriend and I was worried about him ... you know, something to 
give me a reason to be in his office. The rest we figured nature would take 
care of. 

"The coach was bent over his desk when I came in and there wasn't anybody 
around that I could see. He was startled when I let myself in, the 
coach-Aaron's his name, or was-and wanted to know how the hell I'd gotten 
into his office ... only he didn't use the word 'hell' bein' a teacher an' 
all. So I started layin' my sad story on him, how worried I was about Jerry 
and all that bullshit ... and makin' real sure that he could get a hot-damn 
view of my titties. But Aaron, he just kept trying to look the other way. He 
made sympathetic noises, but he just didn't want to look at my boobs. 

"Hell, if he wasn't a tit man, then I'd give him a bird's eye view of my 
snatch! I sat down on the edge of his desk, right in front of him, and with 
one leg hangin' to the floor even if he couldn't see my snatch he was sure 
as hell gonna smell my heat! 

" 'Listen, Mr. D., ' I told him, 'you've just got to help me. Why this game 
has got Jerry so uptight he can't even get a hard on!' 

"Well, that startled the coach all right. Enough so that I could see he was 
gettin' a hard on himself. So I pushed him on it. 'I'm not used to this kind 
of treatment, Mr. D. I'm used to gettin' it real regular and Jerry's being 
turned off the way he is, well it's driving me straight up the walls!' And I 
could see that I was really turnin' him on. His pants were bulging like he'd 
stuffed 'em with socks! And his hands just kept opening and clenching, and I 
could see small beads of sweat on his forehead. As a matter-of-fact, he 
looked a little like a trapped animal. So I figured I'd better close in for 
the kill or he was gonna go flying out of that office and I'd have wasted my 
time. 

"I slid off the desk and stood right in front of him with my legs spread 
apart right in front of his face. I put my hand on his face and told him, 
'You're a grown-up, you've gotta understand what it means to get your snatch 
regular, to shove your prick up inside a happy young body that's dying for 
it!' 

"Something seemed to crumple inside of him and the next thing I knew he'd 
grabbed me by the hips and brought my snatch right up to his face, burying 
his face right in my thick bush ... an' he was kind of cryin' softly. His 
hands shot straight up inside of my blouse and started kneadin' my titties 
like he'd never felt a woman's breast before. 

"I reached down and undid his pants and let his whang go flying out straight 
and rigid as a poker. So I just sat down on his lap, facing him, and sank 
his rod up inside of my dripping slippery hole. Mr. Gee-whiz had taught me 
how to snap, so I figured if I was gonna hold Aaron's attention, I'd better 
get him so hot he couldn't turn me down no matter if the whole building was 
on fire. 

"And it worked, too. I kept talkin' to him all the while I was snappin' at 
him, tellin' him how much Jerry liked me to do that to him, and how Jerry 
always came too soon so we had to do it over and over, and how sometimes I'd 
suck Jerry off and that I'd suck him off too 'cause Jerry thought so much of 
him ... that all the guys really thought he was terrific ... you know, 
building up his ego. And I kept tellin' him how nice his prick was, how big 
it was and how good it felt up inside of me and that I couldn't wait to get 
my mouth around it ... stuff like that. 

"He sure didn't take long to come. I guess the poor bastard hadn't had any 
in an awful long time. After he shot his wad he began blubbering all over 
the place. I offered to suck him off if it would make him feel better, but 
he just told me to get out and leave him alone. Well, shit, I'd done all I 
could do and he was actin' so funny that I figured maybe I should get out 
and leave him there. He'd get over whatever was buggin' him once he realized 
how good he felt after shootin' his load with a young chick. 

"Anyhow, that's all I know about it. I left. I don't know why the jerk hung 
himself ... I really don't. It couldn't be on account of me ... what for? No 
guy goes and hangs himself just 'cause he's been laid. That's dumb. But 
there he was the next day, danglin' in the middle of the gym for everyone to 
see, his eyes bulgin', the kids tell me, and his tongue all black and 
hang-in' out. Christ! What makes people so weird?" 

It is currently accepted medical fact that each year the age when a girl 
reaches sexual maturity comes earlier and earlier. By maturity, we are 
referring here to the date when she is able to engage in sexual intercourse 
with resulting orgasm. 

Dr. J.M. Tanner reports on this situation, During the last one hundred years 
there has been a very striking tendency for the time of adolescence, as 
typified by the menarche or the growth spurt, to become earlier. The date on 
heights and weights of children of school age and below show that the whole 
process of growth has speeded up and that all children born in the 1930's or 
1950's, for example, were considerably larger than those born in the 1900's. 

... Age at menarche has been getting earlier by some four months per decade 
in Europe over the period 1830-1960. Other European data, though not quite 
so regular, agree well with these figures. The trend in height and weight at 
about this age is closely equivalent to this amount of four months per 
decade, children of ten thirty years ago having the size of children of nine 
at present. 

... It is interesting that at the same time as the menarche has gotten 
earlier, the menopause has gotten later, suggesting that the pituitary is 
involved in the genesis of both trends. I 

It is not really unusual that the incidence of young girls seducing older 
men is becoming much more common within the framework of our contemporary 
society. Never before has there been such an emphasis on the affairs of the 
young, running the gamut from reports on the runaway hippies to multimillion 
dollar advertising campaigns aimed at directing their buying habits and 
preferences. 

In the area of modern advertising, we find that the young girl is being 
bombarded with pleas that she grow up and buy constantly, pleas which almost 
always have distinct sexual overtones. Special cosmetics, some of which are 
allegedly blended for "problem skin," toothpastes which insure that he will 
"kiss you again," an endless stream of mouthwash and hair coloring 
commercials are all directed at the juvenile female just becoming aware of 
her sexuality. Miniskirts, hot-pants, bare-midriff dresses, no-bra looks, 
and so on all contribute to 

1) Tonnor, J. M. Growth at Adolescence. Springfield, IL, Chariot M. Thomas, 
1962 the development of sex-awareness in the pre-teenage girl. 

There seems to be little-likelihood that this situation will change, 
especially with the general current feeling that the most important thing in 
life is nothing more than completely uninhibited sexual freedom. The young 
girl in our society is becoming more and more aware of her rights to sexual 
self-expression and freedom in selecting her own time, place and personae 
for sexual experimentation. 

In the "old days" the family dictated when a daughter would marry and to 
whom. Today, because of the rapid disintegration of family life, the young 
girl in high school thinks of herself as being completely adult, and demands 
the adult right to determine her own sexual destiny. 

The situation of younger girls becoming sexually involved with older men is 
certainly nothing new in history. One of the most famous young seductresses 
in history was Cleopatra, ruler of the Nile. The woman who conquered the 
hearts and souls of both Julius Caesar and Mark Antony, was only fourteen 
according to historical documentation. At the time they met her, Julius 
Caesar was fifty-four and Mark Antony was forty years of age. 

In the last century it was assumed that women were helpless, defenseless and 
totally innocent of the "facts of life." There was a clearly marked line 
dividing the affairs of the marital bed and the extramarital affairs of the 
man, and many a mother took her young daughter aside and explained the facts 
of life, as they were then, to her. These facts were that a woman must 
dutifully submit to the sexual advances of her husband even though, the 
mother would assure her, they would be disgusting and animal-like. She also 
must never admit to any suspicions or knowledge of her husband's 
extramarital activities, and she would cheerfully bear and raise a houseful 
bf children for him. That the husband would have extramarital affairs was 
beyond question, because it was known to be in the very nature of man for 
him to have such affairs. 

This, of course, was a self-completing circle. Men were expected to have 
extramarital affairs, so, of course, they did have them. As more and more 
sexual freedom was exercised, it became common for young boys to engage in 
ever earlier sexual experiences. Young girls, though, were definitely 
excluded from this sort of activity. "Good" girls didn't do such things. 

It took a long time for this double standard to be eliminated, if indeed it 
has been completely eliminated even today. With the at least partial 
disappearance of these standards there has been a swing to the opposite 
extreme in sexual behavior. The present attitude that whatever is sexually 
enjoyable should be enjoyed without restraint, because tomorrow we may all 
become radioactive ashes, has done away with long courtship rituals and even 
longer engagements, which were so common only two generations ago. Effective 
contraceptive devices, followed by the introduction of the Pill, reduced the 
possibility of premature or unplanned pregnancy. Suddenly there was no 
longer any effective restraint on the open expression of sexuality by any 
girl old enough to engage in sexual intercourse. 

In today's society-many say because of the laxity of contemporary moral 
standards, the almost constant indoctrination by the advertising companies 
which stress the position that completely uninhibited sexual behavior is not 
the crime it was once thought to be, the desire of young people to belong to 
and identify with peer groups engaging in activities which protest against 
strict sexual conventionality-there are more and more "under-age" girls 
getting involved in sexual relationships with older men. 

Studies of the many case histories of young girls who have become involved, 
through conscious choice, in sexual affairs with older men show that quite 
often it is not the child of the broken home, the ghetto, or the lower 
classes. More often it is the girl from a high-income home who has had the 
best of material comforts and education. Frequently, the girl will enter 
into a situation such as this simply because it is nothing more than a game 
to her. A game and a challenge. The fact that she is able to seduce and hold 
an older man is flattering to her growing female ego. It allows her to 
identify with adult women, especially her mother, making her feel that she 
is the equal, and perhaps even the superior, to the adult who challenges 
her. 

In effect, this is a delayed reaction to the development of the Oedipus 
complex in the child. Early in her sexual development she discovers that 
there is a marked physical difference between boys and girls, and that, as a 
girl, she is not equipped with a penis. This leaves her with the feeling 
that she has been physically "shortchanged," that she is not as well 
equipped physically as a boy. Drs. John E. Mack and Elvin V. Semrad explain 
what happens from this point: 

Typically, the little girl reacts to this discovery with an intense sense of 
loss and injury and with envy of the male. And at this point, the mother, 
who had previously been an object of love, is held responsible for bringing 
her into the world less well equipped and engenders hostility so intense 
that it may persist. With the further discovery that the mother lacks this 
vital organ as well, her devaluation becomes even more profound. In an 
attempt to make up for her "inadequacy" the little girl turns to her father, 
in the hope that he will give her a penis, or a baby in place of the missing 
penis. 1 

While the girl will very-likely be able to make no effect or impression 
sexually on her 

1) Freedman, Alfred A. and Kaplan, Harold I. (editors). The Comprehensive 
Textbook of Psychiatry. Baltimore. Md.: Williams and Wilkins Co., 1947. 
father, if this conflict is not resolved she may later look at all older 
prospective bed-mates as father substitutes. With every conquest she is, in 
her mind, conquering her mother by taking her father away through her sexual 
appeal. 

There is no question in the minds of psycho-sexual researchers that the 
combination of innocent-appearing youth and sexual precociousness is quite 
overpowering to the mature man, especially a man in his forties or fifties. 
A young girl can, completely without malice, utterly destroy the reputation, 
and even the life, of a man should she manage to seduce him, and should that 
seduction become public knowledge. 

The threat which the young girl, bent on sexual adventure poses to the older 
man she has chosen, is an extremely serious one, since the man is constantly 
in danger of being arrested and charged with statutory rape, or, at the very 
least, contributing to the delinquency of a minor. Most of these young girls 
who become involved with older men are quite well aware of this, and there 
are times when they are capable of using this knowledge ruthlessly to their 
own advantage. 

The principal problem confronting the mature man, who cannot always 
differentiate between a beautiful and appealing young girl just over the 
legal age of consent and a girl who has not yet reached that important legal 
age, is that the girl herself often takes a hand in adding to his multiple 
distractions. Through her overt sexual behavior she may get the man so 
sexually "excited" that he fails to take proper precautions in determining 
her possible age, or through the use of makeup and an adult mode of dress, 
she may manage to appear older than her actual age. When a susceptible older 
man runs up against a girl of this nature-with nothing but thoughts of 
seduction in her mind-he is in for a lot of trouble, emotional as well as 
legal. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Always With a Grin 

"I still haven't figured out why to this day, but from about the time I was 
twelve years old my dad and I just didn't get along any more. It seemed as 
though we were constantly fighting about one thing or another, and I sure 
didn't get any help from my mother. She was too wrapped up in her bridge 
club and bowling league and the Community Activities Council to care about 
what was happening to me, or how much Dad and I were fighting. 

"Actually, Dad wasn't a bad father. Don't let me give you that impression, 
'cause it would be wrong. The rent was always paid, there was always plenty 
of food in the house, and I had a full closet of clothes to wear. As a 
matter-of-fact, whenever Dad and I weren't fighting he was always buying me 
new things, and there was always a big present of some kind for me the day 
after we had an argument. He even gave me a pretty good allowance. It was 
just that he seemed to disapprove of everything I did, and everyone I knew. 
All of my girlfriends from school were 'tramps' and 'sluts' according to 
him, and I wasn't allowed to bring any of them to the house. He wouldn't 
even discuss giving me permission to go out with any of the boys I knew from 
school. I had a lot of requests for dates, too, since, even if I do say so 
myself, I was pretty good looking and awfully well developed physically. 

"That business about me not being allowed to have any boyfriends led to one 
of my biggest problems, and led to a later happening that was just plain 
terrible. You see, I developed physically sort of early, like, I had pretty 
good breasts by the time I was eleven, and by the time I was fourteen I was 
building up a lot of unreleased sexual tension. 

"From the girl-talk that went on about sex and boys in school and our sex 
education class, I had a pretty good idea what sex was all about, and it 
didn't take me long to discover the pleasures of masturbation. As a 
matter-of-fact, playing with myself until I had an orgasm became an almost 
every night thing with me after a while. It was the only way I had to work 
off my building sexual frustrations. 

"At first I would just rub on my clitoris with my thumb and roll my fingers 
over the lips of my vagina, poking the tips inside a little ways only to 
pick up a little moisture, which sure did smell sexy and feel good when I 
rubbed the slippery juice on the small, tight button of my clit. As the 
years went by, though, I started going farther and farther with my 
masturbation. Soon I began sticking one finger up inside my tight hole while 
I used my other hand to play around with my clit, and by the time I got to 
the point where I was doing this every night my cunt was relaxed and opened 
enough that it didn't hurt much anymore, or if it did hurt the pain was 
completely hidden behind the wall of strong sexual pleasure I was feeling. 

"Of course, it didn't take very many months of this sort of activity before 
it started getting old and sort of boring, and more and more I found my 
thoughts turning to the questions and fantasies of what it would be like to 
have a man playing with me like that. I wasn't really interested then in the 
idea of having sexual intercourse with a man. I still had the starry-eyed 
idea of 'saving' it for my eventual husband, whoever he might have turned 
out to be, but I really did dig on the idea of having a man masturbate me. 

"I even knew which man I wanted for the job. 

Mr. A--. Eric A-, my sex education class teacher. Thinking back about it 
now, five years after all these things were happening, I'll be damned if I 
can understand why I was so interested in him, rather than in one of the 
boys that 

I went to school with. He certainly wasn't anything special as a man, and 
not near as handsome as some of the boys who were chasing me, without luck. 
Maybe it was the subject he taught. Sitting there in the classroom, 
listening to him talking about sex and having all kinds of erotic daydreams 
really turned me on. There were several times when I had to ask to be 
excused from the class so I could go down to the girls' room and masturbate 
to an orgasm, just to keep from having one right there in class, complete 
with moans and groans. When I get hot I really lubricate, and I'm sure that 
I smell just like a bitch dog in heat. I guess it was all of these things 
that made him the natural choice when it came to having daydreams about 
doing things with a man. I really don't think I ever consciously planned to 
get anything going with Eric. It just sort of happened. 

"One afternoon, after classes had let out, I decided to stop by this little 
restaurant a couple of blocks from school for a coke before going home. I 
liked the place because it wasn't where the other kids hung out. I always 
felt sort of out-of-place with a bunch of them, because they were always 
talking about going out, and making out, and things like that which were 
forbidden to me by my father. Things which I doubted then I would ever be 
allowed to do. 

"I walked into the place, dropped my books on one of the seats, and sat down 
next to them at the counter. I was watching a young Mexican boy load dirty 
dishes into a tray, waiting for the waitress to finish taking another order, 
daydreaming about nothing, when I felt a hand on my shoulder, hot through 
the thin cloth of my blouse. 

"It was Eric. He was about forty then, with sort of pale; pasty skin and 
bright blue eyes. His chin was square, but a little too short, and his body, 
though not fat, was sort of lumpy and flabby under his shiny blue suit. Not 
at all what I would call a good looking man today, but then I guess I was 
sort of in love with him. 

" 'Can I buy you something, Heather?' he asked. 

" 'Sure, a coke, if the waitress ever gets here.' 

"Eric had sort of a strange tensed-like expression on his face, and all of a 
sudden, when he looked right at me, I could smell the sharp, pungent odor of 
alcohol on his breath. I wondered what was bothering him, what could be 
causing him to start drinking in the middle of the day. It wasn't long 
before I found out. He was just horny! 

" 'How come a pretty girl like you is sitting here all alone? Have an 
argument with your boyfriend or something?' 

" 'I don't have a boyfriend,' I answered. 'I just felt like being alone for 
a while before I went home.' 

" 'Oh,' he said with a touch of sadness in his voice that made me feel sorry 
for him. 'I'll leave you alone, then.' 

" 'Wait a minute. I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't mean that I didn't want to talk 
to you.' Without really thinking about it I stopped him from moving away by 
putting my hand on his leg, just above his knee, and I felt his whole body 
tense up. 'As a matter-of-fact, I'd like to talk to you about something. If 
we could go outside, or something, where other people can't overhear or 
interrupt....' 

"I really don't know just what I had in mind, asking him that. My mouth was 
just sort of talking without me really thinking about what I was saying, or 
what my words meant. 

" 'Well, I live right next door, and I guess I could invite you up to my 
apartment ... " He let his voice trail off, and I saw his face turning red. 
Suddenly I knew just what sort of thoughts were going through his mind, they 
were the same thoughts that were in mine. Thoughts that I hadn't wanted to 
admit I was thinking, even to myself. 

" 'I don't do that kind of thing,' I said, at the same time pressing my hand 
tighter against his leg. At first he looked like he was very confused, then 
a smile broke across his face as our thoughts merged. 

" 'Well, what kind of things do you do?' he asked with a smile. 

" 'I'll make you come,' I said, holding my breath at the startling audacity 
of my words, 'but I won't let you inside of me.' I couldn't believe I was 
actually saying the words that I was hearing. 

"His face got even redder and I felt his hand trembling where it was still 
resting on my shoulder. He stood up, wrapped his fingers around my upper 
arm, pulling slightly, and said, 'Let's go.' 

"Neither of us said a word as we left the restaurant, walked a few yards 
along the sidewalk, then turned into a large apartment building. Eric's 
apartment turned out to be on the second floor. He seemed to have a little 
trouble fitting the key into the lock, probably because his hands were 
shaking even more now than they had been in the restaurant, and when the 
door opened I saw that it was really a pretty small apartment, with the only 
really nice feature being a big window overlooking the large pool in the 
center of the building and the tree-covered patio area. 

"Eric walked over to the window and pulled the curtains closed. I watched 
him as he walked back towards me like I was watching a zoom-in close up of a 
movie character, unable to move, frozen to one spot in the center of the 
living room. 

" 'Remember,' I said, 'you can't come inside of me,' warning him again that 
I intended, perhaps irrationally, to remain a virgin. Actually, I guess I 
trusted him pretty much, or I wouldn't have been there. 

"He led me into the bedroom, then sat down on the edge of the bed and took 
off his shoes and socks. I watched him as he stood up again and began taking 
off his clothes, and I started removing mine. I unbuttoned my blouse and 
unzipped my skirt, and a flash of naked skin caught his attention, drawing 
his eyes to my body. My shoes came off, to be kicked across the room, and I 
turned my back to him. 'Help me with this, will you, Sir?' 

"I felt his fingers pushing under the strap of my bra, then the strap 
loosened as he released the catch and the cups fell away from my breasts. 
The feel of the material of my bra rubbing against my nipples sent a hot 
flush of sexual excitement through my body, and from behind me he reached 
under my arms and pulled my bra completely off. 

"He dropped it and cupped my breasts for a second in his hot palms, then 
stepped back away from me, and I pushed my skirt down over my hips, letting 
it fall to the floor. My fingers caught at the slick nylon of my panties and 
they slid smoothly down over the skin of my thighs, sending additional 
thrills through my body. I raised one foot, then the other, and I was 
completely naked. 

"Eric was laying on the bed, naked except for his shorts. His cock was 
already hard, poking up at the material. He raised his hips, pulling his 
shorts down, then sat up and pulled them down over his legs, throwing them 
to the floor and at the same time looking up at me with a smile of 
anticipation on his face. 

"The size of his cock amazed me. I'd seen photographs of them before, in the 
books we used in the sex education class, but I hadn't really realized how 
big they actually were. Eric's was at least eight inches long, over an inch 
in diameter, and the veins on it stood out like ivy growing up the side of a 
building. I couldn't take my eyes off it, and just stood there, looking, 
until he spoke, somewhat impatiently. 

" 'What are you waiting for, Heather? You aren't scared, are you?' 

"I forced myself to smile, more to reassure myself than to please or 
reassure Eric, and got onto the bed, laying down on top of him. I could feel 
his hard cock between us, pressing against the sensitive skin of my stomach. 
The curly hair around the base of his organ tickled my belly, and I could 
feel the heat of it flooding into my body, filling my veins with fire. 

"His hands cupped my ass, and I felt his fingers sliding down, between my 
legs, until one of them was pressed tightly against the lips of my cunt. I 
dropped my head, my lips going to his, pressing against him, choking back a 
gasp of excitement as his tongue shot into my mouth. I pressed my body 
tightly against him, molding my form to his as a finger slid between the 
hotly wet lips of my cunt, seeking and finding the hardened button of my 
clitoris, then plunging deep into my vagina. 

"Eric's finger began a slow pumping in and out of my cunt, and at the same 
time his other hand came around from my ass to cup one of my tender breasts, 
teasing the nipple with his palm, then flicking it with the tips of his 
fingers until it was pebble hard. 

"Wiggling and moving his body he shifted down under my pinning weight until 
his mouth was close to my breasts. Without taking his finger from between my 
legs he shifted around on the bed until his lips were right at my nipples, 
teasing them with soft brushes from the tip of his tongue, biting softly at 
them. His mouth opened wide, tongue licking hungrily at the nipple, then he 
sucked my breast fully into his mouth, and I thought for a minute I was 
going to come right then it felt so good. 

"His right leg lifted a little, and I felt the sole of his foot rub lightly 
down my calf. His tongue, his foot, and his finger were sending tendrils of 
fire through my body, and my breath was coming in short, sharp gasps. This 
was like nothing I had ever felt before. 

" 'Okay,' I heard him say, almost as if he was talking to himself. His hand 
was pushing at my stomach, as if he was trying to get me to move back, so I 
moved with his push, not knowing what he wanted me to do but willing to 
cooperate in anything, and he rolled me over until I was laying on my back 
on the bed next to him. 

" 'Do you want me to go down on you?' he asked. I nodded and tried to relax. 
I had begun to tense up when he had laid me on my back, and my outstretched 
legs had closed a bit without me thinking about it at all, a piece of mental 
fear which I guess is natural for any first-time sexual experience. A 
completely unconscious reaction to what was happening to my inexperienced 
body. 

"His head moved down, his tongue leaving a sharp trail of wet, chilled fire 
across the skin of my ribs and belly. The tip of it flashed into my navel, 
twisting and turning there for the briefest of seconds, then continued 
downwards, drawing a line of hot sexual excitement along my skin right to 
the edge of my pubic hair, right where my skin was most sensitive to his 
touch. 

"I felt that loving tongue of his brushing gently back and forth at the wet 
lips of my cunt, and without thinking about it I spread my legs apart again 
... spread them as wide as I could, begging him with my actions to put his 
loving tongue, that beautiful tongue, deep inside my burning body. I could 
feel the small nub of my clit throbbing with sexual excitement, and the 
blood was beating so hard in my veins that it almost drowned out the harsh 
sounds of my ragged breathing and moaning cries of pleasure. 

"A small drop of icy-feeling saliva touched my clitoris, sending a shudder 
of intense feeling through me, and his breath, brushing against the hot 
wetness of my cunt, was like small titillating flakes of snow. I shuddered 
and dug my heels into the resilient surface of the mattress. 

"While his tongue brushed back and forth through and between the lips of my 
pussy, entering me no more than a quarter of an inch, his hand came down and 
his fingertips began to prod at the nub of my clit. He took the sensitive 
little piece of erectile tissue between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it 
gently. My hips were grinding out a sensuous counter-rhythm, and I brought 
my legs up, bending them at the knees and pressing them in to squeeze his 
head and hand, to draw them deeper into my hot snatch. 

"Once again Eric used his hands to direct a change of position, and when we 
stopped moving around I was, to all intents and purposes, sitting on his 
face, my knees pressed into his armpits, my cunt pressed against his lips. 

"For long seconds Eric didn't do anything except lay there, breathing at my 
hot slit, and I could feel little shakes and shudders going through my body, 
shakes and shudders that I didn't have the slightest chance of controlling. 
Then he used his fingers to spread my lips apart, brought his mouth up 
close, and blew into me like he was blowing up a balloon. I thought I was 
going to come apart! 

"I grabbed the back of his head, twisting my fingers into his hair, and 
pulled his mouth tight against me. He knew what I wanted, and he gave it to 
me. His tongue sank full-length into my cunt, sucking and slurping, getting 
in there as deep as it would go. Eric rubbed the tip of it back and forth 
across my clit, then sank it in deep again. 

"I could hear myself moaning and I began to move my hips back and forth. He 
stayed right in time with my movements, spearing deep into me faster and 
faster. A small, white hot ball of fire began to form inside of me, burning 
my body and putting a film of red flashes over my vision, and I knew that I 
was about to come. 

"Suddenly it happened. My whole body seemed to be locked in one titanic 
cramp and waves of ecstasy rolled through me. Every little muscle in my 
vagina seemed to be quivering, and I felt an additional hot wetness pouring 
through my cunt. I could feel Eric sucking madly, pulling that love juice 
down and into his mouth, scraping it from the flashing walls of my cunt with 
his frantically moving tongue. For a minute I thought that it was all over, 
but my body wasn't ready to stop yet. The convulsions that had passed 
through my very being slowed, but I was still as hot, as sexually excited, 
as I had been before the orgasm, and I knew I was going to come again and 
again. 

"Once more Eric seemed to want to change position. He dropped his hands to 
my hips and began to lift me up. I used my leg muscles to help him, and he 
turned me around, still sitting above him, but now facing his feet. I knew 
that what he had done for me was the greatest thing that any man could do 
for a woman, and now I wanted to do the same thing for him. I knew what I 
had to do, almost instinctively. 

"His cock was sticking straight up like a flagpole, big and hot, and there 
was a small, pearly drop of creamy liquid right on the tip of it, covering 
the little hole. I bent over it and began to kiss the head of his prick, 
working around that little drop, running my tongue around the ridge behind 
the head, then down the side of it over those swollen veins. The small, wiry 
clumps of hair around the base of his cock began to tickle my nose when I 
got down near the bottom, and I had to fight off an urge to sneeze. 

"He was working away at me again with his tongue, and I knew that it wasn't 
going to be long before I came again. I began working my tongue up and down 
along the sides of his cock faster and faster, savoring the hot, sweat-salt 
taste of it, and I could hear him beginning to groan and feel his hot breath 
blowing against my burning wet vagina faster and faster. I slowly brought my 
lips back to the head of his cock, and lightly, lovingly, I licked off that 
little drop of love-juice. The taste of it, sort of hot and salty, did 
something to my insides, something that almost drove me nuts. 

"Without thinking about it I opened my mouth and let my lips slide down over 
the head of Eric's lovely cock. It was so long that I knew there was no way 
I was going to get it all into my mouth, but I was sure going to try! 

"I slowly let that hard,, hot piece of meat slide into my mouth, working my 
tongue around the head of it, taking in more and more of it. When the head 
was all the way back at the opening of my throat I felt him stiffen and his 
hands came up to the back of my head, pressing down. I relaxed the muscles 
at the back of my throat as much as I could, then relaxed my neck muscles 
and let him push, feeling his cock sliding back into my throat, all the way, 
until my lips were brushing against the ring of hair at the base of it. 

"I sucked in my cheeks, remembering what some of the girls had said about 
giving head, rubbing them against the sides of his cock, feeling the bumps 
and ridges, loving it, loving the feel and the taste and the smell, and 
especially loving what his tongue was still doing down between my legs. 
Shooting in and out, sucking on me, just like I was sucking on him, both of 
us moaning and groaning and shaking and twisting and quivering as we both 
reached for the ultimate peak. 

"I was busy sliding my lips up and down on his cock, taking my mouth all the 
way out to the head, biting a little at the ridge behind it, then sliding my 
lips back down over it again until his hot cock was all the way back, buried 
once again deep in my throat. I tried another little trick I had heard 
about. When I had his cock all the way back, into my throat so deep that my 
lips were pressed tight against the skin around the base, crushing the 
tight, curly hair, I began to hum softly, vibrating that little piece of 
hanging flesh at the back of my throat, my tongue, and my cheeks against the 
flesh of his cock. It must have had a strong effect on Eric, because 
suddenly he was pressing much harder against my cunt, his tongue shooting in 
and out so fast I thought it was going to catch fire from the friction. 

"I started my up and down motion on his cock again, continuing the humming, 
and then, when I was about half-way down on a stroke, his hips suddenly 
jerked upwards, jamming his cock into my mouth and throat so hard that for a 
moment I thought I was going to gag. 

"Suddenly that long, hard, hot piece of meat was pumping and jerking and 
jumping inside my mouth, pouring a boiling-hot flood of come into my mouth 
and throat in hot, hard spurts that seemed to force the fluid down my 
throat. I heard myself growl, almost like a cat, as I shoved my mouth down 
tight around the base of his cock, biting at it a little, sucking at him 
hard, trying to get it all out of him, then coming again myself. My whole 
body seemed to be on fire this time, burning like someone was playing a 
torch over my skin, and I could feel the muscles in my thighs and between my 
legs cramping and knotting as I ground down on his face, trying to force 
more and more of his flashing tongue into my spasming cunt. 

"My climax seemed to go on and on, getting stronger and stronger with each 
passing second, just as his cock seemed to keep pumping more and more of 
that deliciously hot and salty fluid into my mouth and throat. Then, after 
what seemed like hours, it was over. I brought my head back, sliding my lips 
up over his cock, then kissed the head of it as it slid out of my mouth, 
cleaning the gleaming wetness of it with my tongue before collapsing with 
exhaustion. 

"I don't know how long I laid there, completely unable to move, but it must 
have been at least half an hour. Finally I felt some strength returning to 
my still shaking body. I rolled over to the edge of the bed, and almost 
groaning with effort I stood up. I was a little shaky at first, but after a 
few minutes I felt strength flowing back into my body, and a few minutes 
later I was fully dressed and ready to leave. 

"I looked back at Eric, still laying flat on his back on the bed. He hadn't 
moved since that last draining climax, and I wondered for a minute if he had 
fallen asleep. Then I saw that his eyes were open, looking at me. 

" 'I'll see you in class tomorrow, Sir.' 

"He didn't say a thing, and I began to think that I must have done something 
awfully wrong, and that he was mad at me. I turned to walk out the bedroom 
door, and as I did he finally spoke. 

" 'Thank you, Heather. Thank you very, very much.' I knew then, both by what 
he said and the tone in which he said it, that I had done okay. It felt sort 
of silly, and I got some funny looks outside, but I couldn't stop the big 
grin that seemed to be permanently molded onto my face." 

In examining this case history we find that there are two people involved 
who are interesting from a psychosexual standpoint. Heather, and her father. 
Heather's father obviously suffers from severe incestuous drives directed 
towards his daughter, and we will look into these drives later in this 
chapter. First, let us examine Heather's situation. 

The most surprising thing about Heather's sexuality is the fact that it is 
an almost textbook development, following almost exactly the guidelines set 
down by Dr. Sigmund Freud regarding infant and adolescent sexuality. 

Of all of the many theories advanced by Freud, the concepts he expounded 
regarding the erotic life of infants, young children, and adolescents have 
undoubtedly aroused the most active and continued opposition. Indeed, even 
in our contemporary society, many of the more sophisticated and advanced 
psychiatrists and psychologists react with complete incredulity and 
disbelief to any published reports of sexual material in clinical 
demonstrations of childhood sexual neuroses. 

One of the main reasons for the initial opposition to Freud's theories 
regarding infantile sexuality was that it threatened to undermine one of the 
most cherished beliefs and ideals of his time, the late 19th century. The 
ideals centered around the innocence of children. Moreover, the belief that 
children, and especially pre-teenage children, are somehow above and 
untouched by sexual desires and longings still persists today, and not only 
by the psychologically uneducated. Under the circumstances, the theory of 
infantile sexuality outlined by Freud is certainly an outstanding example of 
the high degree of courage Freud consistently demonstrated in the face of 
actively hostile public and professional opinion. 

Freud first became convinced of the direct relationship between sexual 
traumata experienced in childhood and the later psychopathology, as a result 
of his early investigations into the psychology of the "actual neuroses," 
that is, hypochondriasis, neurasthenia and anxiety neuroses. These 
psychological studies led him to an awareness of the great importance of the 
various sexual factors in the etiology of psychoneuroses. With 
ever-increasing clinical experience to draw upon, Freud was able to 
completely reconstruct those early sexual experiences, responses and 
fantasies of his subjects. These data provided the framework for his 
developmental theories regarding childhood sexuality, which in the seventy 
years since then, has been corroborated in many respects by direct 
observation in clinical and social psychiatric and psychological studies. 

Quite apart from the various data he had extracted from his clinical 
observations, Freud based his theories of infantile and childhood sexuality 
on the self-analysis he began in 1897 and continued for an undetermined 
period. The psychosexual insights he acquired in the course of his 
self-analysis regarding his own erotic longings in childhood and his 
conflicts in relation to his parents clearly suggested that, in 
all-likelihood, these phenomena were not restricted to the neurotic and 
psychosexually pathological patients, but to psychosexually "normal" people 
as well, since in their early years they underwent similar developmental 
sequences. 

Freud completed his initial formulations regarding all the essential phases 
of infantile sexual development before the turn of the century. 
Nevertheless, Three Essays on the Theory of Sexuality, containing a complete 
account of his then startling views on infant sexuality, did not appear in 
print until 1905. Even more surprising is the fact that his detailed 
discussion of the sexual development of children and adolescents-including 
the pre-genital organization of the libido-and the libido theory itself, 
appeared for the first time in print in the third edition of Three Essays, 
10 years later. 

While Freud often used the term sexuality in these essays in the familiar 
sense, to refer to the erotic life of the individual, he extended the 
general concept of sexuality to emotions and activities which were not 
typically considered to be of a sexual nature, and to those parts of the 
body which were not usually associated with eroticism. 

Freud noted that infants were capable of erotic activity from birth, and he 
described the various stages of sexual development, I) through the first 
four years of life, 2) into the latency period-at which almost all sexual 
development comes to a halt-and 3) to the renewal of development at the time 
of puberty. With the onset of puberty, at approximately ll years of age, 
there is renewed growth of the genital organs and a resurgence of the sexual 
drive. The child enters into what we normally refer to as sexuality and 
sexual experimentation. 

Freud's theories show clearly that the onset of sexual experimentation can 
be expected to begin at any time from the development of puberty, at 
approximately age eleven. Normally this sexual experimentation is drawn out 
over a period of years. The adolescent becomes progressively more and more 
"daring," until finally he or she engages in actual sexual intercourse. 
Cultural and social pressures against sexual promiscuity are considered to 
be the prime factors in holding back immediate development of the sexual 
experimentation stage, spreading it over a period of several years. 

These pressures are strong enough to prevent most children from going 
directly from puberty to experience. In Heather's case, however, the strain 
imposed upon her not to take part in the normal sexual explorations of 
adolescence-her father's refusal to allow her to date-broke down the 
restraints normally erected by the social and cultural pressures. Without 
these restraints it was only natural for her to advance through the modes of 
sexual experimentation as fast as opportunity presented. 

As we stated earlier, Heather's father obviously entertained strong 
incestuous feelings toward his daughter. Such incestuous desires are quite 
common phenomena in clinical studies of sexual malorientation. Many fathers 
are deeply, sexually, in love with their daughters, but in almost all cases 
they have erected extremely strong defensive walls against such desires. 
These walls are so strong, that even the most innocent expressions of 
affections-expressions as nonsexual as a goodnight kiss-may give rise to 
feelings of great anxiety in the father, an anxiety which is easily 
transformed to rage. 

Clinical examinations of cases involving father-daughter incest have shown 
that in almost every instance the mother had defected from her central 
position in the household, either because she is dominated by the daughter 
or because she has sought out outside activities to take her away from the 
home as much as possible. 

"I hadn't realized how late it had gotten until I got to the sidewalk 
outside Eric's apartment. I should have been home hours before, and I knew 
that my lateness was going to cause one hell of an argument with my father. 

"I ran most of the way from Eric's to the house, slowing to a walk two 
blocks from home so I wouldn't get there all out of breath. When I turned in 
the walkway I noticed that dad's car was in the driveway, but that the 
garage was empty. Mom was gone somewhere, probably to one of her meetings. 

"Dad was sitting, waiting for me, on the porch, and as I climbed the five 
steps from the yard he stood up and started towards me. His face was red and 
before he said a word I knew that he was so mad I was probably going to get 
a beating. 

" 'Where the hell have you been, you little slut? Out screwing around with 
one of those punk kids from school?' His voice was harsh and a little 
slurred, and I didn't have to smell his breath to know that he'd been 
drinking. 

"Before I even got to the top step he was at me, grabbing me by the arm and 
pulling me across the porch. I struggled against him, dropping my books on 
the steps, but my strength was no match for his. He shoved me through the 
door, into the house, kicking the door closed behind us. 

"Once inside he released me, spinning me around and slapping me, hard. I 
staggered back away from him, then tried to get past him, reaching for the 
door, but he stepped back, blocking my escape. I backed away from him, so 
afraid I couldn't speak, watching him as he unbuckled his belt. 

"I thought he was going to beat me with his belt, but that wasn't what he 
had in mind. He was much drunker than I had thought, and with mind-numbing 
shock I watched him slide down the zipper on his pants, dropping them, 
exposing the hard cock that was pushing through the slot in his shorts. He 
stepped out of his pants, grinning now, and started towards me. I backed 
away, stopping only for a second to pick up a vase from the table to throw 
at him. 

"He evaded the missile easily, then lunged forward, grabbing me from behind 
as I turned to run, twisting me around until I was facing him again. His 
face came down to mine and he pressed his lips tight against my mouth. When 
he tried to force his tongue between my lips I bit him, at the same time 
bringing my knee up into his crotch. I was just slightly off target, and my 
knee connected with the inside of his thigh before sliding up against his 
balls. 

"He lurched back, an expression of pain and strong anger flashing across his 
face at what I had done, and, with a minute of freedom I turned and snatched 
up the first thing that came to hand, a heavy leather belt that was laying 
across the back of a chair. 

"I got in one swing with it, cutting his face badly, then he was back at me, 
twisting the belt out of my hands. He stepped back, his arm came up, and he 
brought the belt, with the heavy buckle at the end, slashing across my face. 
It was only luck that kept the buckle from cutting my face wide open, but 
even so the leather left a fiery welt across my skin that made the whole 
world seem to explode in an agony of red fire. 

"Again and again he swung the belt at me, hitting me on the chest and arms, 
forcing me backwards, out of the living room and into a bedroom. As I backed 
up, step by step, trying to shield my face and breasts from the blows of the 
belt with my arms and hands, I could hear myself moaning and crying from the 
pain he was inflicting on my body." Suddenly my retreat was blocked by the 
bed, and with one final, heavy blow from the belt, the buckle smashing 
against the side of my head, I fell, stunned. 

"Through a red haze of pain I saw dad pull his shorts completely off, 
working them around his swollen cock. I tried to roll away, off the bed, but 
before I could move far dad was on top of me, his arm slamming across my 
throat, choking me and pinning me to the bed as his free hand yanked at the 
top of my blouse, ripping it off, exposing my bra-covered breasts. Another 
yank and the bra was gone. Although I was almost unconscious I kept on 
fighting him as he dipped his head downwards, kissing first one nipple, then 
the other, finally sucking one of my breasts deep into his mouth and biting 
at it with his teeth. 

"I could do nothing to stop him as he pulled my skirt up around my waist, 
then yanked at the thin material of my panties, tearing it, then forcing his 
knee between my legs. I fought one hand free from his grip and raked my 
nails across his face, feeling the small splashes of heat as his blood 
dripped down on my face. Even fighting with all my strength, though, I was 
unable to stop him. 

"He forced his other knee between my legs, then, using the strong muscles of 
his thighs and calves, he forced my legs to spread wide under him and 
brought his body down over mine. He pressed his cock against the patch of 
hair between my legs, but he wasn't in quite the right spot. I twisted and 
fought, trying to get out from under him, but then, suddenly, he was lined 
up right, and with a powerful thrust he pinned me to the bed, sliding and 
smashing that big cock deep into my dry cunt, tearing flesh and my hymen, 
pulling hair out by the roots. I could feel the wetness of blood, my blood, 
running across inside my thigh, but even that sensation was soon blocked out 
by the washing waves of pure pain as he ruthlessly pumped up and down on me, 
grinding away at my body, pushing his big cock all the way in, then sliding 
it almost all the way out, only to slam down on me again. 

"His breath was coming in panting grunts and hot drops of sweat were running 
off his body in little rivers, dropping down onto my naked flesh. His eyes 
were closed and his heart was beating hard, almost matching the pumping in 
and out of his cock, and then, in only minutes, a groan, followed by a grunt 
of escaping breath and the feel of his cock pumping and jerking inside of me 
told me that he was finally finished. I could feel his hot juices flooding 
me, pouring through my vagina, trickling out along the base of his cock and 
flowing down along the crack of my ass. 

"His cock, its job done, began to shrink at once, and he pulled it out of my 
body, rolling over and collapsing on the bed next to me, grinning as he saw 
the bloodstains on my legs and on the bedspread. 

"He ran his hand down over my stomach, then between my legs, cupping my 
bleeding and dripping cunt. He slid a finger in, then pulled it out, lifted 
it to his face, then licked it clean with a big grin. Watching, afraid to 
move, I began to throw up all over the bed. 

"Dad got up, looked down at me, and without saying a word walked out of the 
room. I could see him through the door as he picked up his pants and pulled 
them on, then stepped out the door. 

"As soon as he was outside I fought my way up through the waves of pain, got 
off the bed, and staggered over to the dresser. There, in the bottom drawer, 
under some towels, was the gun he had brought back from his time in the 
Army. I took it and ran out into the living room, wanting, needing, to kill. 

"I was too late. 

"Dad stepped out the door onto the porch, still pulling up his zipper. He 
didn't notice my books, dropped on the top step. His feet tangled in them. 
He fell forward, down the steps. His body came to rest on the concrete of 
the walkway. His neck was twisted at an impossible angle. The grin was still 
on his face. Above, in the doorway, I was grinning, too." 

Heather's father broke through the wall which forbids the expression of 
incestuous drives. This implies a complete lack of impulse control on his 
part, a lack which is typical of the most serious of psychopathological 
conditions. We can be reasonably sure that, had he not been accidentally 
killed, he would have had a breakdown shortly after his incestuous affair, 
which would have necessitated his confinement. 

Heather, on the other hand, is still young enough and there is little doubt 
that-with competent psychiatric help-she will be able to put this event into 
the forgetfulness of the past and go on to lead a normal and sexually 
satisfying life. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Whatever Bonnie Wants 

"You know, you sell cars and especially you sell used cars for a living, and 
you meet some strange people and see strange things. 

"I met Gloria R-one night when she came by looking for something with four 
wheels and a rubber band. Sixty bucks tops. Old iron. 

"And with her is her daughter, Bonnie. Now, Bonnie caught my eye right away. 
With those jugs of hers she'd catch the eye of a dead man. It wasn't just 
those melons. It was her long blonde wavy hair and her turned up nose and 
those wide blue eyes. Bonnie reminded me of a very young Marilyn Monroe. But 
she had a kind of unfinished look. Just a shade too much baby fat on her 
face, and she didn't have quite the sleek shape you knew was coming in 
another year. 

"Gloria wears her hair short. She's blonde, too, and she has the jugs, but 
they're tired. You know? She's a low-paid drugstore clerk, divorced, trying 
to bring up the kid on that kind of salary. No way. 

"I got to talking to Gloria about cars and things. Got to know her. Got her 
story. She attracted me. I liked her. She wasn't fooling herself. She didn't 
pretend. Honest and open. I like that. I don't see it much, in my business. 

"I didn't have any iron on the lot cheap enough for Gloria. What kind of a 
car can you get for sixty bucks and about five a month payments? A junker. 

"But I made a date with her, got her address, and started taking her and 
Bonnie to dinner maybe once a week, and to shows ... that kind of thing. I 
usually stayed at their place till Bonnie went to bed. Then Gloria and me'd 
watch some TV and wait for Bonnie to probably fall asleep, and we'd fool 
around on the sofa. Sometimes Gloria and me'd drive over to my place and 
fuck up a storm, with some trimmings. 

"I'm in my late thirties. And Gloria is thirty-four. At that age she still 
looks damned good, even if there are some lines around her eyes coming in 
and her jugs sag some. They're still impressive as hell in a bra. Forty 
D-cup, I think she said once. 

"But, every guy dreams in the back of his mind of getting some really fresh 
young stuff 

-like Bonnie-ripe and lush and wide-eyed and sort of a virgin. Or at least 
not very experienced. Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. Dangerous. Jailbait. But 
you dream about it, not very seriously. Even if you know a chick Tike that, 
you figure there's no chance, and even if you had a chance ... would you 
take it? But I had it with Bonnie! Wowie ... did I! It built up. And it was 
her doing. Her offer. Shit, you'd have to say she seduced me, almost. 

"This night-oh, four months ago-I brought Gloria home from a show. Bonnie 
hadn't gone with us because it was a school night. We got in about 
twelve-thirty. Gloria checked to see if Bonnie was okay and asleep, then she 
started water for coffee for me, because I had a long drive home. 

"And we sat on the sofa-an old green tweed thing with a curved back-and 
started kissing. Gloria loves to kiss. She's a very mouthy woman, and I'm 
not complaining. She loves to open her mouth wide and spread her lips out 
and sink her tongue into my mouth and let me suck it. Then she'll suck my 
tongue, too. That's what brings my pecker up! 

"We were on that sofa and kissing like that, getting involved, tonguing like 
that, and I started to unbutton her blouse to get at her big jugs. Gloria 
was coming into her period or something, because she was a lot hotter that 
night, from less kissing, than I ever remember. She was clutching me, 
pressing against me ... and when I started on her blouse she whispered, 'I 
can do that, too, honey.' She dropped her hand on my pants sliding it up to 
my pecker. Gloria knows how to handle a man. Lots of girls don't. That was a 
fast go-ahead signal. I got her blouse open fast while she squeezed me like 
she had a cow's teat in her hands and was trying to get milk. 

"Gloria wears stretch bras ... and when she walks her jugs get a good jiggle 
going sometimes, if the rhythm is right. 

"She didn't want me to feel around with her bra on. She said, 'I'm horny as 
hell tonight. Get this out in the open for me.' She gave my pecker a special 
squeeze and then shifted away to get her blouse and bra off. I watched her 
as I unzipped and pulled out my log. She got off the blouse and laid it 
carefully on the back of the sofa, then leaned forward and unhooked that 
heavy bra. I could see those big jugs relax and sag away from her chest. She 
peeled the straps down her arms and the big white cups fell off all that 
white flesh. 

"Gloria has the kind of nipples I like-hell, the kind all men like-big, 
puffy ones that stick out like they were made for a month. A man's mouth. 
She put the bra aside and turned to me. Her mouth smiled, wide and loose. 
She's got a sucker's mouth, Gloria has. I noticed it that first night. I can 
always tell a woman who-likes to suck peckers. 

"Yeah, Bonnie's got the same kind of mouth! 

"We took turns that night. I got my hands on those big, soft, white jugs and 
had me a ball ... leaned over and started sucking on those swollen nipples. 
Hers are like red berries. They stick out nice and hard. I sucked and 
squeezed and felt those jugs for about ten minutes, sometimes lifting my 
head to take her mouth and tongue. 

"Her mouth got warmer and warmer, looser and looser. Her tongue was insane. 
She was breathing loose and fast. 

"She said, 'My turn now, Vern. Let me ... for a minute....' 

"Gloria loves to suck. No question, and she loves to fuck. She screws like a 
mink. She had one of those twists of plastic put in her womb so she wouldn't 
get pregnant. 

"But I know why her old man divorced her. She has a habit of talking in 
movies, and jabbing a guy with her elbow when something funny or important 
happens on the screen. And she yaks a lot about nothing, just to yak. I 
couldn't live with that day in and day out, but I can stand it once or twice 
a week. Besides, she doesn't yak when she's sucking my pecker with that hot, 
loose, wild mouth of hers. 

"This night I'm telling about, it was nearly one A.M. when she took hold of 
my pecker and bent over slow and easy to put it in her mouth. I said she 
knows how to handle a man. She has the know-how in her fingers. She just has 
that special touch that comes with wanting to please a guy. Can't be taught. 
It's a certain gentle, tender liking for a pecker, either in her hands or in 
her mouth or in her cunt. 

"Gloria used both hands to stroke my log, with her fingertips, then with her 
hands and palms, before sliding those hot, loose lips over the head. 

"Her head went down and I felt that tongue licking around and around, then 
her lips touching and ever-so-slowly going down over the head. Then it was 
in her hot mouth. And her tongue kept on sliding around. Her lips were tight 
on it. She didn't have to do anything but that for five minutes, and I could 
come. 

"But Gloria was an artist at it. She liked to very slowly fill her mouth 
with my pecker, as much as she could take without gagging, and all the time 
her tongue was eeling and curling. Then she'd pull her mouth up slowly and 
almost give up the head. Then down ... slowly ... I'm telling you ... that 
was out of this world. All I did was pet her hair and stroke her back and 
enjoy it. 

"She was getting going good. I could tell she was enjoying using her mouth 
from her breathing. She was fondling the bottom half of my pecker with her 
fingers, and dipping into my pants to play with my nuts. I was laying back, 
slumped down in the cushions, simply enjoying her sucking me. I had my eyes 
half closed. Had my left hand in her hair. She was facing down, and facing 
away from the hallway and the kitchen. The TV was on low. Carson, I think, 
getting ready to sign off. 

"Suddenly I heard a slight sound from the hallway. I looked over and there 
was Bonnie walking into the room like nothin's happening. 

"She was three-quarters asleep. Scratching her long blonde hair, eyes almost 
closed, head down. She didn't see me at first. I don't think she realized 
anything. 

"What knocked me out was this ... she wasn't wearing her pajama top. There 
she was naked to the waist! With those big, young half-tanned jugs hanging 
on her chest side by side like perfectly ripe white melons with small pink 
stems sticking out. 

"I guess I made a sound. A gasp maybe. Gloria thought I was just 
appreciating her sucking. 

"Bonnie was on her way to the kitchen to get a glass of water or milk or 
something to eat ... who knows. But she saw me and she slowed down and 
blinked and saw me! And she saw what Gloria was doing for me. She heard it, 
too, because that kind of sucking makes a nice wet sound. Bonnie took a few 
seconds to take it in, to realize what was going on. 

"I didn't say or do a thing. My mind was going like greased lightning. I 
decided to let it happen. Whatever. 

"Bonnie's eyes widened. They got big and round. Her hand came up and covered 
her mouth. Her eyes went from my face to her mother's slowly rising and 
falling head. Then she blushed. Her face got pink. Then she realized she was 
bare to the waist. She met my eyes for a long second. She looked so shocked! 
She brought her arms and elbows together to cover her jugs, then she turned 
like she'd been goosed and ran silently back into the hall and into the 
bedroom. She had sense enough not to slam the door. 

"I'll bet she didn't sleep much that night. I'll bet she stood by that door 
and listened. 

"I didn't tell Gloria a thing. Gloria was still sucking me, still lolling 
that fine tongue of hers around my pecker while she moved her hot mouth up 
and down on me. 

"The incident aroused me. I kept seeing Bonnie's eyes, her mouth, her hair 
... and those big, beautiful jugs. Fourteen years old and jugs like that! 
She didn't even need a bra. Not to hold them up. They had that firmness of 
flesh that comes with ripening. 

"Gloria's good sucking got to me. I started to get that no-control melting 
pleasure in my lower guts. I knew another few seconds ... another four or 
five dips of her head and swirls of her tongue and I'd be too far gone to 
stop her. 

"She wouldn't have cared too much if I'd've shot off in her mouth. I've done 
it lots of times. She turns my stomach a little sometimes when I do it. She 
gets wild when it happens. She snorts and breathes heavy through her nose 
and sucks-riding her mouth up and down on my pecker as fast and as far down 
as she can-and when I shoot my stuff off into her mouth she makes moaning 
noises in her throat, and her sucking gets even more wet and sticky 
sounding. 

"She doesn't spit it out like most girls. She swallows it. I try not to 
watch. Sometimes I hear her throat working. 

"But-anyway-that night. After Bonnie saw Gloria sucking me and I got so near 
to shooting, I said, 'Better stop and let me cool down.' I lifted her head 
up. 'I want to fuck you in a couple minutes.' 

"She sat up. Her mouth was wet. She wiped her lips with the back of her arm. 
She asked me, 'like that?' 

"I said she knew damned well I liked it. I started sucking up her jugs 
again, working on the nipples. I wondered if Bonnie would sneak down the 
hall and peek. 

"I patted her capris and she opened them and pushed them down and kicked 
them off while I licked her nipples. She squirmed down her panties, too. 

"Gloria has a wide, thick muff of hair on her between the legs. like a 
jungle. Blonde jungle. 

"But her cunt is loose like her mouth when she's hot. It's wet and slippery. 
She oozes, sometimes, she gets so hot. 

"When she got her panties off she spread open her legs. I got my hand down 
into her crotch and started finger fucking her. I've got a way of sliding my 
finger in and rubbing my palm over the lips and rubbing her hotspot, too. 
She starts to suck in her belly and work her hips like she's fucking, only 
slow and smooth, like she's got ball bearings in oil in her joints. 

"I got the finger into her easy. She was eager for it, and I started feeling 
for the end of her cunt with my fingertip. There's a spot in there that she 
says sends sparkles through her when I touch it. like it's another hot spot 
of hers. 

"I sucked on her nipples and fingered her. She squirmed and wriggled her 
hips, slow, like it was a luxury. Gloria likes to do things slow in sex, 
except when she goes off. Then it's gang-busters. 

"She moaned low and throaty as I worked on her. I managed to touch that spot 
way up in her cunt and she gave a weird little shiver. She gasped. Her 
crotch started to get sloppy after about ten minutes of that. She was 
moaning louder, too,-and her hand was clutching my arm ... relaxing and 
tightening as I worked my finger in her. 

"Gloria whispered, 'Let's do it now, Vern.' That was okay with me. My pecker 
was 'cool' and I was a little tired of sucking her nipples. 

"She slipped off the sofa to the floor-onto an oval braided rug that covers 
most of the floorand she took one of the small pillows that always get in 
the way on a sofa. Gloria was stark naked. A hell of a good looking woman. 
While she got that pillow set under her ass, I took off my shoes and slipped 
off my pants, and underwear. 

"My log was stiffening up good. I got on my knees between her legs. She 
reached for it with both hands and started that milking touch of hers, slow 
and gentle. Gloria said, 'You really can get me off with this thing, Vern.' 

"I leaned down on my elbows and kissed that loose, sexy mouth of hers. I 
said, 'You like my big log, hmm?' She smiled and nodded. She put one hand on 
my ass and guided my pecker with the other when I pushed to get into her. 

"I am pretty big. Long and thick. A hot model with a nine inch stroke. Wide 
bore. No brakes once it gets started. Free demonstration rides. Gloria is a 
satisfied customer. Anyway, she loves my pecker sunk into her as far as I 
can get it in, and that's total. 

"She starts with her legs wide and flat, and in that position I can't get 
but about five inches in. She-likes it slow and easy, to get used to it, and 
to just enjoy the feel of it. She-likes to take her time. Gloria taught me 
that ... take your time and really feel the pleasure in slow fucking and 
sucking. Why go for broke to get to the climax? The climax only lasts a few 
seconds and then you're all through. 

"I sank my log into her and felt the hot juiciness of her cunt, and the 
inside tightness and looseness in places. A cunt isn't the same all the way 
in. She has a deep cunt, and it changes. 

"Gloria started her low, throat moans. Her hands both were on my ass, 
pulling me into her cunt, slow and easy, and she lifted her head up off the 
rug every now and then to kiss me with her hot, loose mouth and tongue. 

"Then she started to pull her knees up, little by little, and let me drill 
into her a little bit deeper, and deeper. 

"She's a great fuck, I can't take that away from her. The way we were 
laying, I could look up and see the hallway doorway over the end of the 
sofa. Gloria couldn't, unless she bent her head back and tried looking at it 
upside down. 

"I watched the doorway every once in a while, to see if Bonnie was peeking. 
I didn't spot her. But she had to be listening. 

"I started fucking Gloria a bit deeper and faster. She started her sweet 
little grunting and pulled her knees up till her feet were in the air, 
jerking and waving over my back as I drilled into her cunt all the way. 

"I mean all the way. I was screwing the whole nine inches up into her cunt, 
feeling that ripply insides, those squeezing muscles and that spasmy place 
that shivered her. 

"Gloria's moans got too loud and shaky. She covered her mouth with her 
hands. Her eyes got hot and far away at the same time. 

"I was hunched over her, socking the big fat log into her! There was a wet, 
smacking sound each time. It sent shocks of pleasure through us both. Me 
feeling that tightness and spasming at the end of her cunt, and her feeling 
... whatever she felt. It was strong and wild for her, I know that. 

"We were in the final stages. It was all-out fucking. Fast and heavy! I was 
letting go, smacking the log into her like a wild man! Feeling those spasms 
sucking my pecker's head each time, for a split-second. Then pulling back 
and getting that hot, slippery friction, and that squeezing, and that ripply 
contact. 

"Gloria was coming hard and strong. Her belly was sucking in and out. Her 
legs were shaking on each side of me, in the air. Her eyes closed tight and 
she seemed to shiver continually. 

"I went over the edge! I grunted and slammed deep, screwing in and in ... 
shooting off and cursing! God! Coming in Gloria is a dream climax. It can't 
get much better. 

"Except maybe with Bonnie. 

"I was out of my skull that night when I went off in Gloria. She was, too. 
Bonnie had to have heard us howling. When that incredible pleasure faded 
away, Gloria was afraid Bonnie might have been awakened by our noise. She 
kissed me and got on her clothes and went in to check. She came back and 
said Bonnie looked asleep. Yeah. Looked. 

"I couldn't get the picture of Bonnie's big, perfect young jugs out of my 
mind. Every time I saw her, I guess it showed, the way I stared. She 
blushed. She didn't meet my eyes." 

It soon becomes obvious to the student of this form of psychosexual behavior 
that the young girl who seduces older men is usually quite conscious of her 
sexual powers and allure, and the effect she has on men. There can be no 
doubt that in cases such as this, Bonnie consciously exploited this power 
and fascination to her own advantage. She is using this hold over Vern to 
advance herself financially, and in a case such as this she is nothing more 
than a teenage prostitute, even if she is not out soliciting strangers. 

The causes of sexual abnormalities such as this form of prostitution can be 
understood as a part of the relationship that Bonnie has had with her mother 
as she went through the normal stages of sexual development. Particularly 
important are those aspects of the relationship that were stimulatory of 
sexual activity, such as her observation of her mother and Vern engaged in a 
sexual episode. 

As Dr. Henry H. Work stated: 

In certain classes of society such stimulating activity may be quite common. 
Where parents and children live close together, intercourse and other sexual 
activities are more commonly seen by children, and in some instances there 
may be overt attempts on the part of the parents to stimulate sexual 
activity on the part of the children. 1 

In this case there is only one parent, Gloria, but the direct attempt at 
stimulation was there, done by Vern. 

Bonnie is caught up in a web of adjustment reactions, reactions which are 
quite normal for her at this period in her life, but which are being twisted 
by her affair with Vern. 

Adjustment reactions in teenagers which take slightly bent paths are the 
rule rather than the exception. Disturbed reactions may also be expected 
from family members and from society at large once the incorrect reaction 
becomes obvious,---- 

1) Freedman, Alfred A. and Kaplan, Harold I. (editors). The Comprehensive 
Textbook of Psychiatry. Baltimore. Md.: Williams and Wilkins Co., 1947. 

---as it must become if Bonnie carries on her affair. 

All manner of psychopathology can grow out of an incorrect reaction such as 
this. Anxiety, depression, mania, schizoid and schizophrenic illness, 
perversions, addiction, behavior distortions, and psychosomatic affections 
are common. It is vital to the valid interpretation of any adolescent 
behavior, such as Bonnie's, that it be seen in its developmental process 
against a background that includes the physiology and psychology of 
adolescence, the family dynamics, and even the wider scope of our 
contemporary culture itself. 

The awakening of sexual feelings which accompany the development of sexual 
hormones and organs is usually a source of difficulty as well as pleasure to 
the young teenage girl. The conflicting and often contrasexual mores of the 
western middle class represent the climate in which this development is 
occurring in Bonnie. Puberty was followed by a relatively peaceful period, 
in which Bonnie and her girl friends clustered around activities less 
explosive than sexual awakening and experimentation. 

Often, though, there is a preoccupation with the changing of the body parts 
related to sexual functioning. The relative size and position of the 
breasts, the amount of fat left on the body, the amount and placement of 
body hair, the size, shape and appearance of the sexual organs, indeed, the 
whole body, is subject to careful scrutiny, and the slightest alteration, 
such as a mole or a spot of acne, is a cause for anxious observation and 
concern. 

These changes in the body have certain social overtones which cause the 
teenager even more anxiety. There is intense comparison with others whenever 
such a chance for comparison presents itself, usually during physical 
education classes in school. Another area where comparisons are often made 
is in "peeking" at the parents while they are taking baths or even engaging 
in sexual intercourse. When a girl becomes fearful about the changes taking 
place in her body she may be impelled to avoid members of the opposite sex, 
fearing anything she cannot understand, or she may be driven, as Bonnie was, 
to test out the new equipment which she has developed. 

In addition, girls at puberty are more prone to fantasies of a sexual 
nature, and, in some cases, there will be an intense effort made to change 
these fantasies into reality. 

Finally, in evaluating Bonnie's situation, it must always be kept in mind 
that a young girl who becomes involved in prostitution, even unorganized 
prostitution such as this-regardless of her reasons for doing so, whether it 
is just for kicks or because she actually has a dire need for the money, 
such as Bonnie felt she had-has one extremely powerful legal weapon which 
she can use to secure even more money than might be available from someone 
such as Vern. Because she is under age any man who engages in sexual 
intercourse with her, whether he knows she is under age or not, is liable 
for criminal prosecution for statutory rape. The law does not differentiate 
between sexual intercourse with an under-age girl and sexual intercourse 
with an under-age prostitute or blackmailer. In all cases the man is guilty 
of statutory rape, and liable for a prison sentence. 

"One afternoon I went over to their place after work. This was about three 
weeks after that night. 

"Bonnie was home from school, doing homework and Gloria wasn't home yet from 
work. She called and said she had to work two hours overtime because a clerk 
hadn't showed up for the night shift at the drugstore. 

"Bonnie started to get fidgety. I noticed it, but didn't say anything. I got 
a beer from the fridge and turned on their old black and white TV. 

"After a couple of minutes she went down the hall and into the bedroom, I 
guess. Then she came down and sat down on the sofa next to me. 

"Bonnie had on a yellow and brown striped sweater with a zipper that ran 
about halfway down the front. And tight blue jeans. And she was barefoot. I 
had my blue suit on. One of my sharp 'selling suits.' A used car salesman 
has to look good. Can't afford to look crummy, but can't afford to look too 
classy, either. 

"Bonnie said she had a chance to be on the school Rally Squad, but she had 
to buy a special skirt and sweater ... and it cost thirty-five dollars. 

"I could smell the touch coming. I let it come. Give something, get 
something. 

"She started playing with the zipper on her sweater, up and down, up and 
down, showing some creamy-white cleavage. Sort of hypnotizing. 

"She said, 'Mom can't afford to give me the money.' She pouted and ran that 
damn zipper lower. She asked, 'Could you give me the money, Vern?' 

"I turned from watching the TV even partway. I sat more sideways toward her. 
I said thirty-five bucks was a lot of money for me to hand out, just like 
that. 

"She begged me. Her big eyes got sad and pleading. She pulled that zipper 
all the way down and leaned toward me. I got a good look when the sweatshirt 
gaped. She didn't have a bra on! I could see down that deep cleavage to her 
stomach. And those big, lush mounds sticking out on each side ... still 
hidden, but naked. 

"I guessed she'd gone into the bedroom to take off her bra. To tempt me. I 
had to wonder how far she'd go. How important was that Rally Squad to her? 

"Bonnie scooted close up against me. She put her head on my chest and 
pressed those jugs against me. She put one soft little hand on my leg and 
one on my shoulder. What a temptation! Fourteen years old and ready to use 
her body to get a lousy sweater and skirt. 

"She said, soft and low and pleading, 'Please, Vern. Please give me the 
money.' 

"I said, 'I'd like to, Bonnie, but you're asking a lot. I don't make 
millions selling used iron.' 

"She rubbed against me and her hand slid a little higher on my leg. 'Please? 
I'll let you feel me if you want.' She took my left hand and put it under 
her sweatshirt, on her stomach. She whispered, 'Go ahead.' She had her face 
pressed against my shoulder. 

"That was the dividing line, the temptation point. I was weak and I gave in. 
That soft young body was too much of a lure. The things that flash through a 
man's mind. All the excuses you think up for doing something wrong. But for 
me it was mostly, 'You Only Live Once! Enjoy It While You Can!' I slid my 
hand up under her sweatshirt. Her skin was wonderfully warm and smooth. Then 
I touched the underside, the extra-warm undercurve of her right breast. 

"My heart was thudding. My mouth was cottony. I was scared! What if Gloria 
walks in? was a threat in the back of my mind. I turned my palm up and 
cupped that big warm mass of firm flesh. I squeezed gently, feeling it, 
lifting it slightly. 

"My pecker was trapped in my pants leg, and it started to creep down the 
inside of my leg, toward Bonnie's lightly touching hand. 

"I slipped my other arm around her back and under her arm at her waist. I 
turned her slightly away so I'd have a better feel of her jugs. Bonnie 
turned her head away and down. She was breathing raggedly. She wasn't worked 
up, just scared, too. 

"She took her right hand away from my thigh because it was too far to reach 
after I'd turned her. But she slid her left hand on there to take its place 
... and her fingers touched the side of my growing pecker. Her hand stopped 
and jerked away a little. But stayed on my thigh. 

"I was still cupping her right breast. Still giving it the gentle squeeze 
and slow touch. I let my hand come up onto it further ... onto that luscious 
fat cone, that warm, smooth, soft melon. Right onto her nipple. 

"It was smaller than Gloria's nipples, but when I started tickling it with 
my thumb and forefinger, treating it like gold, barely touching, it got 
stiff and hard, sticking out till I wanted to see it! And suck it! 

"I tickled it that way for a couple minutes, not in any hurry. I either had 
at least an hour or I was going to get caught. I decided to get my money's 
worth. 

"Bonnie's breathing got a little different. It got deeper and faster. She 
stirred a little in my arm. Her head slowly rolled back, and turned, till it 
rested on the back of the sofa. Her chin was lifted and her mouth was 
slightly open. Her eyes stayed closed. Her lips were full and pink. 

"I whispered, 'like that, Bonnie?' 

"She frowned a little, then barely nodded. Her hand on my leg moved just 
enough so that her fingertips were touching the side of my pecker in my 
pants. 

"I slid my hand off her right breast to the deep valley and onto her left 
breast. The heat of her flesh was almost hot. Her left nipple was already 
stiff. I tickled it, too. 

"Bonnie gradually breathed deeper, with fast inhaling and slow exhaling. She 
was slowly getting excited. That was exciting to me! 

"I had to kiss her. I shifted slowly, bringing my face close to hers. She 
knew. Her eyelids flickered. She wet her lips with her tongue. She didn't 
turn her head away. 

"I slid my hand over to her right breast again. God, what a feel! What a 
handful. More than a handful. I couldn't spread my fingers enough to hold 
all of one of her jugs. 

"I tenderly touched my lips to hers. Those sweet, young, fourteen-year-old 
lips. They were warm, and soft. 

"I kept on tickling her stiff nipple. I gradually kissed her more firmly, 
moving my mouth, gently moving my head in small circular ways ... 

"Bonnie responded. Her lips warmed even more and her mouth loosened. I began 
to touch my tongue-tip to her inner lips, and flick it into her mouth, not 
too deep. 

"She stirred. She sighed deeply. For the first time her tongue didn't evade 
mine. They touched. We both shivered. I was aroused. My eyes were closed. My 
pecker was throbbing, hard as a rock. 

"I took my left hand from her breasts and out from under her sweatshirt. I 
gently took her left hand that was resting on my right thigh, and shifted it 
down onto my long, hard log. I held it there, overpowering her first impulse 
to pull her hand away. She yielded and slowly closed her hand over the hot 
bulge. 

"I didn't return my hand to her breasts. I put my hand on her thigh. I 
kissed her more passionately, with more tongue, and she responded with more 
tongue. Her breathing was loud, with mine. I slid my hand down between her 
legs, and gently urged her thighs open. She let me push them wide. I eased 
my hand onto her crotch and cupped her there. 

"As I continued to tongue kiss her, I started pressing against her crotch 
with my fingers, in a slow rhythm, a slow rubbing pressure on the tight 
seams and stitching of her jeans. 

"Bonnie's left hand was tight on my pecker. She started squeezing it and 
fingering it through my pants leg. 

"I took my mouth from hers. I said hoarsely, 'Take off your sweatshirt.' 

"Her blue eyes flickered open. She was breathing through her mouth. She took 
her hand from my pecker for a minute, leaned forward and pulled the 
sweatshirt up and off. She settled back, her eyes closed again, blushing. 
Her hand returned to my inner thigh and closed on my pecker again. 

"I spent a minute just looking, filling my eyes, with the sight of her big, 
luscious breasts. Full, round, creamy-white, with scoop tan borders and 
strap outlines ... and small, pink, quarter-sized circles, puffed, like tiny 
hills under the pebble-stiff nipples rising erotically. 

"I was breathing fast and erratic. I lowered my head and blew on her left 
nipple. 

"Bonnie gave a little whimper. She whispered, 'Go ahead.' I saw her eyelids 
flicker as she peeked. 

"I closed my lips on the nipple and started licking and sucking. Her breast 
rose and fell quickly against my face. Soft and firm and very warm. 

"Her left hand was squeezing and rubbing my pecker more firmly. She 
whispered, 'I'll jerk you off if you want.' 

"I lifted my head. We looked into each other's eyes. She blinked quickly, 
nervously. She licked her lips. She said, 'I do it for my boy friend.' 

"I said, 'That isn't worth thirty-five dollars.' 

"I went back to sucking her nipples. She didn't say anything for a while. 
She was breathing fast and uneven. Her breasts were surging up and down. She 
whispered, 'I'm getting all worked up.' 

"I was still pressuring her crotch with my palm and fingers. Her hips were 
making little restless cunt moves. 

"Bonnie whispered, 'You want to finger me off?' 

"I shook my head. I kept on sucking, drawing her nipple into my mouth and 
scraping it lightly. 

"She finally said, 'If you'll finger me off I'll ... I'll do what mom was 
doing that time ... when I saw you and her in here. If you want.' 

"I said, 'Okay.' I could hardly believe she was willing to suck me. I said, 
'Get your jeans down.' 

"She quickly unsnapped, unzipped, and wriggled her jeans and white panties 
down to her ankles. 

"God, there she was, leaning back, eyes closed again, and naked! Big, full 
breasts heaving, her belly sunk, her mound with just a little bit of blonde 
fuzz on it, her cunt lips pink and juicy, waiting for my finger, her knees 
open, her ankles locked together by her jeans and panties. 

"My pecker started to throb and tingle. I opened my pants and shoved them 
down and then my underwear, too. My log flopped around and angled onto my 
right hip. 

"Bonnie was watching. Her eyes were wide, very blue-that little girl face, 
framed with her long, wavy blonde hair. My guts melted. Those full pink 
lips! 

"She whispered, half scared, half impressed, 'Wow ... have you got a big 
one!' 

"I turned on my hip toward her. She gingerly reached and closed her fingers 
around my pecker. She had the same instinctive touch as Gloria. 

"I slid my left hand onto her breasts. I fondled them ... filled my hand and 
eyes and memory with them, and then kissed them some more, and got her 
breathing heavy again, and then eased my hand down her belly to her mound, 
and palmed the plump triangle. I pressed my middle finger against the 
slippery lips of her cunt and they gave way easy and my fingertip was into 
hot wet pussy, slick and loose. 

"I found her hotspot. I started gently skimming my fingertip over it. 

"Bonnie opened her mouth. She moaned, surprised. 'Oh-h-h-h..." Her hips 
started a smooth cunt movement. She was slowly pumping my pecker, making it 
glow and tingle with hot pleasure. Her small hand was hardly big enough to 
get around it. There was a certain awkwardness about her way of doing it 
that was more arousing and exciting to me than a smooth, perfectly practiced 
skill. 

"I had to stop her hand. I was too close. I skimmed her hotspot a little 
more firmly. She went 'Ahhhh!' and her belly started jumping. Her baby face 
crumpled up and she was panting and getting all jerky. She went off fast! 
Then her thighs clamped tight on my hand to stop my fingering. I kept my 
finger in her, but touched her pleasure spot very, very lightly and briefly. 
She was suddenly smiling. Her belly was still jumping, but not like before. 
She breathed easier. I noticed her nipples were swollen up to hardness 
again. 

"I've noticed that in women-their nipples are usually soft before a climax, 
then they get a rush of blood and get hard right after. 

"Bonnie had a soft, happy, satisfied smile. She was relaxed and loose. Her 
thighs opened again. She said, 'I liked that. You touch just right.' 

"I kissed her on the mouth lightly and settled back in the sofa, myself. It 
was her turn. My pecker was jumping on my belly. It felt bloated and 
super-hard. 

"Bonnie started fondling it. She said out loud to herself, 'Well, I guess 
I've got to do it.' She frowned and leaned close. She rested her head on my 
belly. She pumped the skin up and down a few times. She hesitated. Then she 
said in a weak, scared voice, 'I never did this before.' 

"Her left breast was half squashed on my right arm, which was trapped under 
her body. I could feel her heart beating fast. 

"I said, 'It's about time you learned, Bonnie. It isn't so terrible. Gloria 
loves to do it.' 

" 'Does she, really?' Bonnie lowered her head on my belly and I felt her 
tongue touch my pecker's head. Then she took the whole head into her mouth, 
like you'd jump into a cold wave at the beach. She just held it in her 
mouth. No action. I believed she hadn't done it before. That made my pecker 
throb! 

"I told her how to suck and move her tongue, and to take it deep into her 
mouth, till she almost gagged.... 

"Bonnie started doing it, but she scraped with her teeth. I had to stop her 
and tell her. 

"She lifted her mouth off and said, 'I'm sorry. I really am, honestly, I've 
never done it before.' Then she brushed her long hair out of the way, back 
over her right ear, and fitted her mouth down onto my pecker again. Hot, 
soft lips. 

"This time she did it better! A lot better! She kept her teeth out of the 
way, and she took it deep into her mouth. I whispered instructions. She 
obeyed. She started a delightful swirling with her tongue that was as good 
as anything Gloria ever did. And she managed to get my pecker further back 
into her mouth. Her lips were sliding down and down and down! She didn't 
know when to stop! I could feel the back of her throat. She got it all the 
way back there and held it there. Her throat started to quiver. 

"Bonnie took my pecker from her mouth and asked, without looking around, 
like she was talking to my pecker, 'Is that better?' 

"I said, 'Yes, now do it faster.' 

"God! She started in ... bobbing her head, taking it deep like that, fast, 
and using both hands to hold it at the bottom, and she was keeping her lips 
tight around it, all the way up and down, and slithering her tongue around 
like slippery, hot velvet.... 

"I was gasping in half a minute. I was going to come ... big! I stared down 
at her bobbing head and saw her naked back and hips on the sofa beside me, 
and it was wild! Bonnie was sucking me off! Her first time. And she was a 
natural! My guts started to melt and boil. My pecker was so hard it hurt. My 
belly locked tight. The stuff was beginning to send out waves of pleasure as 
it started to move in my pecker. 

"I gasped to Bonnie, 'Don't stop! Keep doing it!' 

"She made a kind of slobbering agreeing sound. She bobbed her head even 
faster, and whipped her tongue in there better than Gloria. 

"I was going ... going! Those long, deep sweeps of Bonnie's hot, working 
mouth were pure ecstasy! 

"The final, explosive, overwhelming pleasure surged up and up and up! I 
shook! I held back the first spurt as long as I could ... then everything 
went loose in a furnace of incredibly intense sensation and I shot a 
tremendous load of stuff into Bonnie's mouth just as she had me in deepest. 

"She gagged. That stuff probably spurted right into her throat. She jerked 
her head back, choking. But another spurt flew into her mouth. 

"Bonnie flung herself away from me. I was helpless, panting, my pecker 
jerking and spurting on my belly. I heard her strangling a little and trying 
to vomit. She fell off the sofa and was on hands and knees on the rug, head 
down, drooling spittle and white stuff, coughing, spitting. 

"I got down beside her and held her and told her I was sorry and that I 
should have warned her. I did feel like a shit. I wiped her mouth with my 
handkerchief and helped her into the bathroom. 

"She gargled and spat and brushed her teeth. I wiped off. I watched the 
beautiful, firm sway of her big jugs as she brushed her teeth ... and the 
little waggle of her ass. God, what a body! 

"I went back into the front room once I had my pants up and everything. I 
brought her her sweatshirt. 

"She took it and said, 'I want my thirty-five dollars!' She was close to 
crying. 

"I gave her forty dollars. She managed a smile. She went into the bedroom 
and I guess put on her bra. 

"Bonnie was studying and I was watching TV when Gloria came home an hour 
later. 

"Bonnie acted like nothing had happened. My cold sweat dried up and I had a 
good time that night. 

"I didn't think it would happen again. I thought Bonnie would be turned off 
me. But kids are adaptable. They get over things. Especially if they want 
something. 

"Bonnie knows where I live. She'd been over at my place a couple times with 
Gloria. 

"I was off on a Sunday about a month later, a national holiday, so no work, 
and it was a nice warm day out. I was laying around in my shorts, reading 
the paper, letting my beard grow, watching a game on TV, drinking some beer, 
when there's a knock on my door. 

"I yelled, 'Who is it?' and a girl called, 'Bonnie.' 

"It sounded like her. I was all at once scared and hoping ... you know! I 
opened the door a crack and looked. It was Bonnie, all right! Standing there 
in red short-shorts and a white T-shirt, with those jugs sticking out a mile 
in a bra. She had sandals on and was holding the strings of a small beach 
bag, sort of a duffel bag, only all kinds of colors, patches of them. 

"She smiled and said, 'Hey, can I see you for a few minutes?' 

"I said wait a minute till I get a robe on. She said she didn't care and 
walked in. 

"I felt funny in my shorts, though, and got into a robe anyway. 

"Bonnie flopped on the couch and watched the game for a few seconds. I 
noticed her fingers playing nervously with the bag's drawstrings. I asked 
her if she was alone. 

"She said yes, she told Gloria she was going to the beach with friends, then 
she got them to let her out at my place. They'd be back for her in half an 
hour ... they were going shopping for swimsuits at some stores. 

"I asked why she came over. I sat next to her. She didn't look around. She 
said, 'Well ... I kind of need some money for something ... and I thought 
maybe you'd want to do what we did together.' She wanted twenty-five 
dollars. She just sat there not looking at me, fiddling with those strings. 
A luscious fourteen year old girl selling her body to her mother's boy 
friend. 

"I couldn't resist. I pulled her close and started feeling those big jugs. I 
said, 'Okay. But I want to get into you this time.' I pulled her T-shirt out 
of her shorts. 

"She turned to look at me, then. Worried. 'Hey, I don't want you to squirt 
in me. I don't want to get knocked up.' 

"I convinced her I would pull out in time, and I only wanted to find out 
what it felt like to fuck her. I told her I'd been dreaming of it. 

"Bonnie agreed. Then she surprised me. She said, 'I'll finish you with my 
mouth if you want.' 

"I said yes! While I pulled her T-shirt up and off, and unhooked her bra, 
she said confidentially, 'I kind of grooved on it-sucking you-last time. But 
that squirting all the way in my throat was worse than choking on cigarette 
smoke. You tell me this time.' 

"I said I would. I peeled those big cups off her jugs and started playing 
with her nipples. I kissed her neck and then she turned her face to me and I 
got her mouth. 

"She liked kissing and she was getting good at it. Her tongue was into my 
mouth right away, and her arms came up and tightened around my neck. 

"While we kissed I opened the side of her short-shorts. She didn't object. I 
pulled and hauled them down and under her ass and down past her knees. I 
took her red bikini panties with them, too. 

"Bonnie whispered, 'Please kiss my nipples again? I really liked it when you 
did it before.' 

"I said okay, but we didn't have much time. I pulled her legs up and laid 
her flat on the studio couch. I pulled her shorts and panties all the way 
off. Then I bent over her body and started licking those super jugs and 
those pink nipples. At the same time I ran my right hand lightly over her 
belly and down into her crotch. I wormed a finger into her cunt lips right 
away. 

She wasn't wet, but she soon got that way. I fingertipped her little hotspot 
till she was squirming and her legs were wide open, hanging over the sides 
of the couch. 

"I sucked her nipples for my own pleasure, too, while I worked my finger in 
little circles in her soupy cunt. My pecker was up and hard in my shorts. I 
said, 'We'd better do it now.' About fifteen minutes had passed. She got a 
scared look in her big blue eyes, but she nodded. 

"I asked, "Ever do it before?' 

"She bit her lower lip and nodded. She whispered, 'My boy friend and I did 
it a couple times.' 

"I stood up and shed my robe and dropped my shorts. My pecker hung out, big 
and long and fat. Bonnie was all eyes. She said, 'Yours is a lot bigger.' 

"I got on her. She was breathing heavy, mostly scared. But she was still 
juicy when I worked the head of my pecker into her cunt lips. I told her to 
get her knees up. She did. I stuffed a pillow under her ass, and got into 
position again. 

"I was breathing hard, too. I got the end of my log back in those warm, wet 
lips down there. I got it sunk a little into the opening to her inner cunt. 
I kept watching Bonnie's face. She had her eyes closed tight, and her teeth 
on her lower lip. She was so damned young! Her face still with some pudgy 
baby fat, framed by her rumpled blonde hair. I was quivering with just plain 
lust. My heart was slugging, shaking me. 

"I pushed just hard enough to force my pecker inside an inch or two. Bonnie 
made a whimpering sound in her throat. Her jugs rose and fell real fast. Her 
nipples were soft and small. 

"I was into a hot, slippery fist, it felt like. I couldn't stop from sinking 
my pecker deeper ... and deeper--- 

"Bonnie's face twisted a little and she bit down on her lip, and some more 
whimpering came from her. 

"I started fucking slow and gentle, though, not trying to bury the log all 
the way, but God, did I want to! 

"I worked in a little deeper every ten strokes or so, though. In a little 
deeper ... another inch ... and another, till I was sliding almost all the 
log into that hot, tight, jell yhole. What a sweet cunt! I was the first big 
man she'd had. It felt like it, too! 

"I saw her face slowly go soft and untense. She let her lower lip go free. 
She started breathing sighs through her mouth. 

"I was in pure cunt heaven! I forgot all about stopping. I started to work 
up a terrific head of steam. I was panting, feeling that big pleasure 
spreading in my guts, and I was fucking her faster and faster, deeper, 
driving it in! Nailing her cunt! 

"Suddenly Bonnie opened her eyes. Big blue eyes, wide with fear. She dug her 
fingers into my shoulders. She said, 'Don't squirt in me!' 

"I managed to stop. It took every ounce of willpower I had. I said, 'Yeah 
... I won't' I pulled out. It was torture to leave that sweet cunt. 

"Bonnie asked, 'How much time do I have? I have to be down on the corner 
waiting for them at twelve-thirty.' 

"I looked at my watch. I said, 'Ten minutes.' I stood up next to the couch. 
I was going to go to the bathroom and wash my pecker for her. 

"But Bonnie fooled me again. She said, 'Let me suck you, then.' And she sat 
up and grabbed my stiff pecker before I could move, and stuffed the end of 
it into her mouth. She started sucking and using her tongue right away, as 
fast and sexy as she could. She stuck her legs between mine and pulled me a 
half step closer to the couch so she could sit up straight, without leaning 
forward a lot, and she sucked! Bonnie had learned a trick or two, too. She 
wrapped her hands around my cock and pumped it while she sucked licked and 
rocked her head forward and back, taking my pecker deep. 

"I stood there, straddle-legged and looked down and watched her blonde head 
moving and saw my log disappear more than halfway into that hot, clutching 
mouth. 

"It took her two minutes to suck me off. She was getting to be an expert. 
Fourteen years old! 

"I got that sweet, tight, hot, tide of pleasure in my guts again. My pecker 
got bigger and harder. She felt it. She heard me gasping. 

"Bonnie started sucking faster, but didn't take me as deep, not back into 
her throat. She gave little twisting turns of her head, and her tongue was a 
hot snake in there, slithering and whipping in her saliva. 

"I gasped, 'Here it comes!' She rocked and twisted her head and mouth and 
tongue even faster! God! I shot my guts out! I couldn't see straight. I was 
grunting and groaning... 

"She drained me. She didn't stop sucking till I pulled my log out of her 
mouth. She put her cupped hand to her mouth, spat out my stuff, and went 
into the bathroom. 

"I collapsed onto the couch. I heard her rinsing out her mouth, and washing. 

"A minute later she came back, those great jugs jiggling ... She got into 
her bra, shorts and T-shirt while I dug out the twenty-five bucks. 

"Bonnie took the cash and put it in a small pink wallet she got from her 
beach bag. She said, 'Thanks, Vern.' She went to the door. She looked back 
at me and said, 'I wish I had a lot more time. I wanted to come off, too.' 

"I said, 'Next time.' 

"She just smiled and went out, wiggling that ass and following those big 
jugs. 

"She'll come around again. She'll arrange it. Whenever she wants some 
spending money..." 

At this time there are two possible directions that Bonnie's future life can 
take, and neither of them are-likely to produce an optimum psycho-sexual 
development. 

She can turn from her minor prostituting activities with Vern to 
professional prostitution, continuing to use her body to earn money. Or, she 
can form a slightly more normal relationship with a single man, possibly 
including marriage, while continuing to extort money from this man through 
the granting or withholding of sexual favors. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

And Barbra Wants It Badly 

"I guess I was about fourteen when I first became aware of the women's 
liberation thing. Even then I knew it was a bunch of wishful thinking crap. 
Oh, I was all for women doing their own thing. With a nicely developing 
shape of my own, I knew I was already well on the way to becoming a woman 
myself. I wanted to be liberated, all right. But even at fourteen I 
suspected that the way for a woman to run things her own way didn't mean 
ignoring the sexual differences. It seemed to me it might mean cashing in on 
those differences, in fact. 

"I started developing early. At fifteen, I decided it was time to find out 
what sex was all about. My first experience was something of a bomb, but it 
also taught me quite a few things. 

"Skip was seventeen, tough looking, and mad to get into my pants. Because I 
wanted to get on with it, I managed to get Skip to my house one evening when 
my parents were both out. My stepfather left his usual instructions about 
not letting anyone in, so I carefully locked the door ... after I let Skip 
in. We were soon wrestling on the sofa, only I wasn't fighting too hard this 
time. 

"Actually, I kind of liked Skip's kisses. They did nice things to my 
insides. But now I was interested in a sort of scientific way. From where I 
stood, it seemed like sex was the big earth-spinner, the real motivating 
force behind everyone. If it was that great, I wanted in on it. So I let 
Skip break my cherry. 

"I expected it to hurt a lot. It didn't. I imagined fucking would send me 
out of my mind with ecstasy. It didn't do that either. Actually, it was a 
nice enough way to spend an evening, but nothing to go out of your way for. 
At least, that's how it was for me, but Skip acted as if it was the greatest 
thing in the world, and as if I was the most wonderful creature ever. And 
all I did was spread my legs and let him sink his thin cock into my tight 
hole. It didn't make a lot of sense to me. 

"But one result of our fucking warmed me to the whole thing. Skip became my 
slave. Really. He wanted to fuck me again so badly that I think he'd 
probably have done anything I asked. I liked that. I liked it a lot. All my 
life 

I'd had to whine and plead for every damn thing I'd ever wanted. 

"Skip turned out to be a lot of fun to play with. One of those educational 
toys, you might say. I teased him, tormented him, had him do everything for 
me. And, every once in a while, I actually even let him fuck me. But not too 
often, and never when he expected it. 

"His cock never turned me on that much. I looked at it as a means to an end, 
really. Still, when we actually were into it, and he was rubbing his belly 
against mine, poking that big cock of his in my little slit, there were 
moments when I thought I could enjoy the experience for its own sake. But 
afterwards I knew it was more important that Skip go crazy with joy than 
myself. 

"Although I began to use sex as a means to an end at fifteen, it wasn't 
until past my sixteenth birthday that I really began to see what it was all 
about. That's when all that trouble started with my French teacher. I was 
absolutely determined to go to college. For that, I needed excellent grades. 
Schoolwork never gave me any real trouble, until it came to French. 

"Halfway through the semester this teacher took me aside and told me I was 
failing. Even he didn't seem able to hold out much hope of my bringing my 
grade up by the end of the term. I knew it was useless-I was already doing 
the best I could in that miserable class. I thought of my boyfriends-by this 
time I'd fucked two others, finding that each of them had joined Skip in 
vying for my favors. They couldn't help me with French, though. And I had to 
pass! Then one day I noticed teacher's eye on my legs. Suddenly I knew just 
what to do. 

"I was wearing one of those micro-mini-skirts. Our school had dumped its 
dress-code the year before, as a result of too many protesting kids and 
parents. Most of the girls at once started wearing pants, but I favored the 
mini skirt any day. Sure, boys have been telling me I'm pretty for years. 
But I know my body beats out my face ten ways. So I love showing it off. 

"Anyway, he was staring at my legs while we were answering a test question, 
and I happened to look up from my paper early only because I was lost from 
the first line. And there he was, the old goat, leering at my legs like he 
could never see enough of them. The solution to my failing grades was there 
in those eyes, too. Pretending I hadn't looked up, I crossed my legs slowly, 
so slowly that my nylons hissed a little as I changed position. I made damn 
sure the teacher got a good look at my panty-covered crotch before I shifted 
again in the chair. It was wild. When he found himself staring up my legs to 
my crotch, the air was suddenly charged with pure, horny energy. It was all 
I could do to keep from laughing. 

"I didn't have much time, so I began a concentrated campaign to get him into 
bed with me. It wouldn't be easy, since he was risking his entire career if 
we were to be caught or anything. But that was definitely his problem. I 
simply needed a good grade, and this seemed the best and possibly only way 
to get it. 

"My experience at seducing men wasn't all that fantastic, but something in 
me knew that I was born with the knowledge. 

"I considered staying after class and getting things working that way, but 
that seemed too slow and too dangerous. So I found out that this teacher 
wasn't married, where he lived, and when he was-likely to be home. Then I 
simply paid him a call. 

"It was late evening, and he was already in bed. At least he came to the 
door in a pair of pajamas, hastily tying his robe as he let me in. 

" 'Barbra! What are you doing here?' Surprise stood out all over his 
middle-aged but not unattractive face. 

"I glanced around the neat, unexciting garage apartment, waited until Mr. K 
was right behind me then whirled around, nearly throwing myself right into 
his arms. I made myself look frantic. 

" 'Sir,' I began, 'I simply must pull a decent grade in your class! I 
absolutely must!' 

"The teacher took a little step backwards and looked at me quizzically. 
'We've been all over this, Barbra. As I said last week, your only hope is in 
drastically improving ... ' 

" 'I've tried!' I interrupted, touching his arm lightly. 'I just can't seem 
to catch up. So I thought, possibly, you might consider helping me. 
Privately, I mean. Tonight, if it was at all possible. I can't seem to 
figure it out all by myself even though I try! I simply have to pass!' 

" 'Well ... ' He looked at me strangely, as if wondering if this was all 
some joke or something. 

"Sudden inspiration hit me. Putting on my most pitiable expression, I tugged 
at the hem of my tiny skirt. 'I have to pass! Look at what my stepfather did 
the last time I brought home a paper from your class. When I got that fail!' 
I peeled back the skirt to display a fading bruise, a left-over from my last 
fucking session with Skip. The bruise was conveniently positioned on my 
upper thigh, close to the frilly edge of my sheer panties. I made sure he 
got a good look at my crotch before dropping the skirt enough so that only 
the bruise showed. 'There!' 

"He stared at the spot. In fact, he seemed unable to lift his eyes from it. 
'You ... Your father did this to you?' 

" 'My stepfather. He got so mad he pushed me. I fell against the side of a 
table,' I lied effortlessly, wondering, from the dryness of the teacher's 
lips, if he wouldn't like to kiss it better for me. I let the skirt fall in 
place, then moved so close, we were nearly touching. The tips of my breasts 
were almost brushing his robed chest. 'Please help me, Sir, please. I'd do 
just anything to pass French with a half-way decent mark. Anything!' 

"He seemed to be having difficulty with his voice. Finally he nodded. 

"After thanking him warmly, we went over to the couch. I sat as close to him 
as I dared. Stupidly I'd forgotten to bring my French book, but he found 
one. Then he actually began to give me a lesson! 

"As he spoke I blocked out his words and began to concentrate on sex. Every 
time he glanced at me I made it a point to be staring at his lips or his 
lap. He made a really good stab at ignoring what I was doing, but in minutes 
his words became garbled and his eyes were on my mouth, my tits, digging 
into my lap. I saw the hardening bulge in his pants, and from then on it was 
pure pretense, because the only kind of French either of us were thinking 
about involved our tongues rather than our voices. 

"But pretend he did, for all of five minutes, anyway. Then, when I thought 
he would never get to it, when the bulge in his pants was a throbbing mound 
of undeniable desire, I reached over, let my hand rub against his hard cock 
on its way to gripping his thigh, and whispered practically into his ear, 
'I'll do anything to get that grade....' I could feel the heat from his 
excited prick even from where I had my hand. 

"Moving as if in a dream, my teacher slowly turned to me and took me in his 
arms. 'God! What are you trying to do to me, you beautiful little witch?' 
But he couldn't have been expecting an answer, not with his mouth covering 
mine, his tongue digging between my parting lips. 

"It was a little different, being kissed passionately by a man. Unlike the 
boys I'd known, his lips were cool and knowing. It might have been a long 
time since he'd had a woman, for all I knew, but he sure knew how to kiss! I 
had to be very careful to remember what I was doing here. The temptation to 
just give in to his kisses and forget everything was strong. But I had to be 
in control-I had to make sure he liked it so much he would give me that 
grade without so much as a trace of doubt. If maybe he felt a little guilt, 
that was his problem. 

"He continued to kiss me, but his hands began to get busy. But instead of 
going right for my tits like the boys, he began to rub my back, my hips, the 
backs of my thighs, and finally, he began to knead my ass. Meanwhile his 
tongue was working in and out of my mouth. 

"By the time he finally started groping for my tits, I was arching my back 
and thrusting them into his probing hands! He was getting to me, all right, 
and I began to get interested in the differences between a man and a boy. 

"My breasts were full and the little tips were getting hard even before he 
began pinching them softly. I wasn't wearing a bra under my sweater, and the 
heat of his palms burned right through the soft wool. Unable to control 
myself nearly as much as I wished, I moaned a little as he pulled up the 
sweater and sucked one hard nipple into his hot mouth. 

"He was undressing me then, determinedly stripping me after tonguing my 
nipple briefly. He became more and more excited as more and more of my flesh 
came into view. Finally, when 

I was down to my panties, teacher groaned, picked me up, and carried me to 
his bedroom. We tongue-kissed as he put me on the bed. Then he stood up and 
began to undress, his eyes never leaving my nearly naked body. 

"He was built a whole lot better than I expected, and it suddenly occurred 
to me that he couldn't be older than forty, which wasn't all that old, 
really. His body was fairly hard and very hairy, and I watched eagerly as he 
untied his pajama trousers and let them slip to the carpet. 

"I gasped as he turned to me, his prick distended and straining up towards 
my body. His was a man-cock, and next to him Skip and the others looked like 
babies. I guessed his prick had to be somewhere near eight inches long, and 
very thick. It both excited and disturbed me. I wasn't so sure I was ready 
for him, but there was no backing out now. 

"His hands peeled away my thin panties, then my body was being covered by 
his huge frame. I was nervous when we began to kiss all over again, but 
after a few minutes I started to relax. His lips and tongue were warming me 
up again, and the heat of his body felt good against me. I could feel his 
massive prick against my leg. It was pulsating sluggishly, but not making 
any demands yet, just content to be against my nakedness. 

"Just as I began returning his kisses in earnest, he started moving his 
hands all over my body. He touched me lightly everywhere except for my cunt, 
which would have welcomed his touch by then. I could feel myself beginning 
to go soft and wet down there, and if it wasn't for the thought of that 
French grade I could almost be having the best time of my life! Then he 
started to kiss my neck, ears and shoulders. 

"When the other boys fucked me it was just that-they were fucking me, making 
certain motions until it was time for them to stick their cocks in my hole 
and pump me until they came. This was a whole new thing to me. He was making 
love to me, working to give me pleasure, too, and I couldn't believe how 
good it felt. I began to moan as he continued kissing my body, slowly 
working his way down to my tits which strained to feel his mouth on them. 
The little tips were very hard, aching with need, and still he went slowly, 
licking, finally, the underside of my breasts, kissing the creamy fullness 
before attacking the sensitive peaks. By the time he captured one nipple in 
his hot mouth I was trembling all over. It was ecstatic. Even my grade 
point, so desperately important minutes before, was becoming a secondary 
issue. 

"He sucked my tits for a while, moving from one to the other, somehow 
knowing just when I couldn't stand it any longer. Then, while I whimpered 
like an animal, he started to move his lips downward over my rib cage. I 
held my breath, knowing even then what he was going to do to me. It's a 
funny thing, but until that moment my thoughts on mouth-sex were on the put 
down side. It seemed like an act for dirty old men and whores. But now that 
it was about to happen to me I was simply a mass of expectant nerve cells, 
totally devoid of the least trace of any form of prejudgment. I was reacting 
on a gut level, tied in knots over the shock of sheer ecstasy I knew I would 
be experiencing at any moment. My thighs were parting without any thought. I 
was ready. 

"His mouth on my belly was a delightful teaser. Then his hands gripped my 
thighs and parted them the last inch or two. I moaned weakly as he lowered 
his face. 

"There's no way to describe the sensation of his hot mouth coming to life in 
my cunt. I wouldn't know where to begin. Even before his tongue started 
working in my slit the simple pressure of his knowing lips against my 
sensitive clitoris was enough to thrill me. My fingers went to his thinning 
hair and my legs came up behind his back. If this was a way to raise a 
failing grade, I hoped my next semester was filled with failures! 

"Somehow I managed to endure his licking tongue with a semblance of my mind 
intact. I trembled under his tongue, and just when I was about to explode in 
a real, complete orgasm, my French teacher pulled away from me. I watched 
him kneel between my knees as if from a great distance, too overwhelmed by 
the experience of my first tonguing to be completely myself yet. Then he was 
on top of me, the tip of his massive cock working its way into my slit. 

"I came alive again when his prick wedged itself further into my hole. There 
was the immediate sensation of pain, quickly overshadowed by a wave of 
pleasure more earthy if less intense than when his tongue was in me. My arms 
went around his neck and I clung tightly as he, really my teacher now, eased 
his cock in and out of my tight pussy. I was moaning deeply then, and 
shaking my little ass in an animal recognition of the need to have this man 
fully in me. 

"Finally he was in to the hilt, the wiry hairs at the base of his belly 
grinding and scraping against my swollen cunt lips. His breathing was deep 
and irregular, and his mouth was covering mine again. But I was beyond 
responding to his lips. I needed air and no distraction from the wild action 
in my pussy. So he settled for licking gently at my ear lobes while he 
slowly fucked me. 

"At last all thoughts of that all-important grade were totally gone. My only 
reality was our entwined legs and arms, our sweetly locked groins, his 
tongue in my ear. It was then he began to fuck me hard. 

"He was so big that my straining inner walls hugged him tightly as he plowed 
his cock in and out of me. But it wasn't pain that made me groan. I rubbed 
my tits against his shaggy chest and allowed the frighteningly huge wave of 
passion to grow in the quivering pit between my thighs. I was on the very 
tip of ecstasy. My eyelids fluttered crazily, and I was beyond controlling 
any inch of my body. Nothing mattered but this. I was going to slide right 
over this gigantic cliff. ... I could feel it ... starting,... 

"Suddenly, he stopped moving. He panted in my ear and held very still. In a 
state of near panic, I attempted to move under him, unwilling to stop now 
that I was so close to home. But his weight pinned me down. I whimpered a 
little, too weak to do more than plead with him. 

" 'Please! Don't stop now! Do it to me some more! Go on, fuck me some more! 
Please!' 

"But he knew precisely what he was doing. After another maddening moment or 
two he began to move again, and this time, impossible as it was, it was even 
better than before. And again, just as I hesitated on the brink of an 
all-consuming come, he stopped once more. 

"This went on for what seemed like an eon. I was beyond words, a whimpering 
doll, my thighs and belly slick with my own juices, a sorry excuse for the 
cunning girl who had walked into the apartment bent on getting a good grade! 
But that was okay; everything was okay. Everything was very okay.... 

"In time, when I believed there wasn't an ounce of sensation left in me, he 
stepped up his strokes, moving his cock in me in shorter strokes, filling 
and emptying me with such speed that he seemed in and out of me all at the 
same time. I was being lifted and lifted, and on some deep level I knew this 
time nothing would stop us. I was right. I gasped loudly, my mouth parting 
as I felt the first fantastic, rolling spasm break loose. Immediately his 
tongue was on mine, sliding over mine, fucking my mouth as firmly as his 
prick was fucking my convulsing cunt. I dug my fingernails into his back as 
I lost myself in the waves of ultimate bliss.... 

"At End of the school term I was not especially surprised to find a firmly 
drawn A on my report card in the box next to the word 'French.' Although I 
still don't understand a word of it, French has become my favorite 
language...." 

Barbra is, by definition, a juvenile prostitute for advantage, rather than 
money, and a juvenile delinquent. She has developed the pattern of not only 
using her body to force people to do what she wants, but the more serious 
pattern of using people for her own ends. In this, she shows no trace of 
social conscience or responsibility. It is with this behavior that she 
assumes the mantle of classical juvenile delinquency. 

The concept of juvenile delinquency has been known to mankind for thousands 
of years. Back in 500 B.C. Socrates stated, "Children now love luxury. They 
have bad manners and contempt for authority. They show disrespect to their 
elders and love to chatter in place of exercise." 

Granted, Barbra's actions are a little more serious than "chattering in a 
place of exercise," but the base factors are the same. Dr. Robert L. 
Stubblefield outlined comprehensively the manner in which modern society 
looks at delinquency: 

Modern concepts of delinquency suggest that children who are called 
delinquent are ill primarily in terms of society, in their inability to 
conform to the social milieu. Since the social and cultural milieu is 
influenced by many factors-education, radio, television, socioeconomic 
levels, minority racial groups, poverty, war and threat of war, civil rights 
movements, immigration, and many others-it is not possible to give precise 
definitions of delinquent behavior. 1 

In addition to Dr. Stubblefield's remarks, one can view our states and 
cities as a wide variety of legal systems, attempting to establish, 
evaluate, modify and contain individual and group behavior patterns. 

What is viewed as antisocial behavior in one city may not be viewed that way 
in another city or may be viewed differently by the same city officials and 
populace after the passing of a period of time. An example would be the 
recent changing of some statutes in an eastern state. There an adolescent 
girl of 17 could have been arrested and sent to a reformatory for engaging 
in sexual intercourse because she was under the legal age of consent, 18. 
That age of consent was recently lowered to 16, though, and the same sexual 
behavior would now go unpunished. 

Laws tend to reflect current morality to a greater or lesser extent, and 
children are caught 

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1) Freedman, Alfred A. and Kaplan, Harold I. (editors). The Comprehensive 
Textbook of Psychiatry. Baltimore. Md.: Williams and Wilkins Co., 1947. 

---up in intense personal conflicts in our rapidly shifting and changing 
culture. Clearly, some fail to adapt to the various pressures less well than 
others. We can speak of two types of socio-pathic personalities here: 

(1) The antisocial reaction, characteristic of children and adolescents who 
are always in trouble, who seem not to profit from experience or punishment, 
and who have no loyalties to persons other than themselves. Such behavior is 
shown by Barbra. 

(2) The dyssocial reaction, characteristic of children and adolescents who 
have been brought up in amoral or immoral families or institutions, and who 
have identified with strong loyalties towards those who personify their 
ideals of self-centeredness. 

In cases such as this, where there is consciously understood and planned 
delinquent behavior, many other forms of conduct disorder usually appear. 
They will often include, in addition to precocious sex activity, extreme 
provocativeness, disobedience, negativeness, temper tantrums, stealing, 
lying, cheating and cruelty. These disturbances have been attributed to a 
wide range of causative factors. For the most part, conduct disorders are 
considered to represent a failure on the part of the parents with respect to 
the socialization of the child, which, in turn, has given rise to poor 
impulse control. However, conduct disorders may also represent neurotic 
formations, such as counter-phobic aggression or compensation for ego 
weakness. 

Thus, many varied and complex hypotheses may be advanced to explain the 
psychodynamics of this particular disorder. As Drs. Freedman and Kaplan 
explained: 

A temper tantrum may represent an overt expression of aggression, due to 
poor ego or superego control; rebellion against authority; an attempt to 
control the mother; compensation for low esteem; or a desire for punishment, 
due to poorly warded off guilt feelings. Any one of these explanations may 
be appropriate in a specific case; but it would be fallacious to ascribe all 
temper tantrums arbitrarily to the same factor. 1 

Whatever the causative factors may be, Bar-bra is without a doubt a juvenile 
delinquent, suffering from a well-established conduct disorder. Her 
cold-blooded attitudes towards the use of sex to attain a desired end make 
her an extremely dangerous person to form any sort of relationship with, if 
only because she is capable of twisting that relationship any way she 
wishes, just so it satisfies her own desires. 

"After my experience with my French teacher, I did some revising of my old 
concepts about sex and power. There was no doubt about it ... sex was a way 
of attaining power, all right. 

"After all, I did get my 'A'. But now I could 

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1) Freedman, Alfred A. and Kaplan, Harold I. (editors). The Comprehensive 
Textbook of Psychiatry. Baltimore. Md.: Williams and Wilkins Co., 1947. 

---see that the seduction of men might be desirable for other things, too. 
Such as sheer pleasure. Men, I decided, were worth the trouble. I cut off 
the boys in my life quickly. 

"It seemed wise to find ways of satisfying two needs at once. I decided to 
choose men who would not only give me a good time, but who would also be in 
the position to make my life as easy and comfortable as possible. 

"Naturally my stepfather became a perfect target. 

"Paul was younger than my mother, and kind of handsome, in an exceptionally 
rugged way. He was a hardhead, and although he'd been married to my mother 
since I was a kid, we really never had much to do with each other. We never 
had a father-daughter relationship, or anything. 

"But even if we chose to more or less ignore each other, Paul was the most 
important factor in my life, in a way. He was the one who decided how much 
bread I'd get for clothing each year, where I was allowed to go and for how 
long, how long I could tie up the phone. Everything, really. My mother is 
one of those very submissive types. She almost doesn't exist. And it didn't 
take much to see that whenever she gave in and let him fuck her, it must 
have been strictly in the line of a duty call. Paul wore all the signs of a 
horny, frustrated man. I began to look at him with new eyes. 

"If I could somehow get Paul to fuck me I figured I could pretty much run 
the next few years to my own satisfaction. Living at home could become a 
fine thing. And my big-boned, muscular stepfather looked as if he had the 
makings of a real stud. 

"I remembered back several years, when I'd accidentally surprised him while 
he was taking a shower. Even as a kid I remember being fascinated by the 
enormous cock on him. He never knew I was there. Eyes the size of goggles, I 
watched him soaping the monster hanging between his hairy legs. It kept 
growing as he applied what I thought at the time was an awful lot of soap, 
enough soap to wash me all over twice. It never entered my kid head that he 
was playing with it, not washing it. I sneaked back out of the bathroom 
before he noticed me. 

"The first step was to get Paul to notice me. He wasn't what you'd call an 
overly brilliant man. If he was in the habit of pretty much ignoring 
someone, it took a hell of a lot to get him noticing them. Well, I was ready 
to make the effort. 

"Paul got home from work an hour earlier than my mother every evening. 
Usually I was busy with dinner preparations, one of the dumb chores I 
decided were on the out list once I got Paul on my side. Well, I began to 
get home sooner so that my work was done by the time Paul got there. I took 
great pains fixing myself every afternoon, making sure that I was sexy 
enough to catch any man's eye. Then I would plunk myself down in whatever 
room Paul planted himself. I made a big thing of pretending interest in TV 
or a book or something, but all the while I was setting up peek show on top 
of peek show for my stepfather. 

"It didn't take long. Even dumb old Paul finally began to notice the display 
of legs, tits and crotch I was throwing his way. After a while he was 
looking less at the TV and more at me. I dug it but we were still a long way 
from home. 

"Step two was a riot. I 'accidently' got caught one afternoon on my way back 
from the shower. My room was halfway down the hall, and I counted to five 
after hearing Paul's car pull into the driveway. Then, wrapped in a 
too-small towel, I stepped into the hallway. 

"At first I pretended not to notice him standing there by the door. I 
paraded down the hall, the fluffy towel barely covering my bouncy tits and 
my bare butt. Then I 'realized' I wasn't alone, and, 'shocked,' I dropped 
the towel! 

"I have no idea how long it had been since Paul had seen anyone built like 
me in the altogether, but his reaction was immediate. His eyes ran up and 
down my body slowly. Then, a dazed look on his rugged face, Paul came slowly 
to me. He reached down, picked up the towel, and began to hand it to me. But 
the moment his hand glazed my arm, he snapped back to life. He grabbed me, 
pulling my naked body to him. 

"From our first frantic kiss I knew Paul was not like my teacher. My ribs 
ached from the pressure of his knotted arms. If I went through with my plan 
there was no doubt that I was going to get fucked silly. Memory told me Paul 
had the cock for it, too. I hesitated half a minute while his dry lips were 
busy mashing mine. Then, shrugging mentally, I returned Paul's feverish 
kiss. 

" 'Oh, Barbra,' he sighed, suddenly releasing me. He stepped backwards a 
step, obviously shaken. He gave me the towel a second time. 'Put it on, kid. 
Cover that beautiful little body of yours or I'll....' 

"The last thing in the world I'd expected was this! I was sure that once I'd 
gotten Paul to touch me that would be it. I was sure he played around some. 
Married to my mother as he was, I figured it was a must. I was baffled for a 
moment. Then I knew exactly what to do. Letting the towel fall again, I 
reached out and touched his arm. 

" 'Paul...," I stepped a bit closer. 'Do that to me again. Please. Just kiss 
me again ... please?' 

"His response to my direct invitation was what I thought it would be. Total 
confusion. I took advantage of it by leaning into his body and bringing my 
face to his. With an animal groan Paul grabbed me again, unable to resist 
the temptation of a naked young girl against him. This time his tongue slid 
between my lips. I returned his kiss eagerly and rubbed my body against him. 
Almost at once I felt the stiffening bulge in his heavy work pants. It felt 
as if someone had placed a thick bar of steel under his zipper. 

"The fine hairs on my cunt were soon being finger-combed, as if the 
temptation of getting in one quick feel of my little pussy was too strong to 
resist. Then Paul pulled away again. 

" 'Saturday. We could be alone then...? ' But his voice sounded just a shade 
torn. When we parted I wanted to be absolutely sure he was hooked, that his 
need to get in me was big enough to withstand the next few days. 

"I turned slowly and walked the rest of the way to my room. I turned at the 
door and smiled at my stepfather. 'Bring me the towel, please,' I asked 
softly. Then I got down on my bed, quickly spreading my legs and raising my 
hips so that the first thing he saw on entering the room was my opening 
pussy with its wet, pink inner lips. I barely gave him time to react. 

" 'Please, Paul, just touch me there! Just touch me with your finger. 
Please...' 

"The bed sighed under the weight of Paul's knee as he kneeled on the edge of 
the bed. One hand went to my spreading thighs, the other to his pants. 

" 'My God, kid!' His finger, thick and rough-skinned, flew to my cunt. He 
touched me without delicacy, inserting the finger at once inside my hole. 
Luckily I was already slimy there. The finger slid in snugly. At the sound 
of my moan, Paul frantically unzipped his own fly. 

" 'Shit, you little bitch, you've got me worked up! Look at this!' He 
whipped out his prick, as thick and long as I remembered, only now harder 
than before, its rounded tip glistening with its own lubricant, its shaft 
ridged with veins. 

"I stared with fascination at his tool and would have reached out for it if 
the front door hadn't slammed just then. 

"Fortunately, my mother had an arm-load of groceries. She went right to the 
kitchen, and called our names from there. 

"'Right there!' Paul called, rapidly zipping himself up. His finger, still 
wet from my juicy cunt, trembled slightly, as if longing to return to its 
tight little groove between my silky legs. 

" 'Saturday!' he hissed, sounding nearly angry. 'You better be right here 
Saturday. Hear?' 

"Fighting back a smile, I nodded somberly. 

"Then, while our eyes were locked together, Paul slowly lifted the finger 
which had been halfway up my cunt and stuck it into his mouth. He sucked it 
briefly, then, turning on his heel, he left the room. After a moment I heard 
my mother and Paul go into their room. I could barely make out my mother's 
muted voice. It was obvious, though, that she was complaining about having 
to perform her wifely duty at such an odd hour. I closed my eyes, thought of 
what a good fucking she was going to get because of me, remembered Paul's 
quick sucking of his finger, and dropped my hand to my cunt. I came 
imagining what would happen on Saturday. 

"Sure enough, my mother had to work the extra day. I wondered how much of it 
had to do with Paul's urging her to get in the extra hours. We ate breakfast 
together, then I went back to my room. I smiled a little as I heard him tell 
her to be sure to call before starting home-he might want to meet her 
somewhere instead. 

" 'You're dressed,' he observed gruffly as he came to my door as soon as the 
sound of mother's car was gone. 

"I played innocent and smiled at him sweetly. I was lying on my bed 
listening to records. As he came over to me he broke the record I'd 
deliberately left on the hardwood floor. 

"'My record! My new album!' I squealed, starting to get up. 

"Paul sat down heavily on the bed and forced me back against the pillows. 
'Never mind the lousy record. I'll buy you a new record. I'll buy you all 
the records you want.' His hand went to my tits over the robe and gown I 
wore. He squeezed one hard. It felt good. The little nipple immediately 
hardened. 

" 'Will you really?' I asked, my voice little more than a sigh. "There are 
so many things I want, I just don't have the money to buy the same thing 
twice.' 

"I imagine he knew what I was up to, but he took the bait like a good sport. 
'So we'll do something about your allowance, kid. I'll fix things up for 
you. Okay?' 

"I nodded, then closed my eyes. He began to work a tit in each of his big 
hands. It had been a few weeks since I'd last had sex. Teacher had gone back 
East for the summer, and I had no use for the boys that were always hanging 
around me. Now my body was responding like mad to 

Paul's rough hands. But I remained very still. 

" 'I like you better naked, honey. Come on, let me get those damn things off 
you. Shit, do you know what these last few days have been like? I've been 
walking around with a stiff that won't die.' 

"I didn't respond, but I didn't try to stop him as he quickly undressed me. 
I didn't even say anything when he ripped my dainty gown yanking it off me. 
I knew I'd be getting a brand new one soon enough.... 

" 'Barbra! Oh, God, kid, I can't wait! Not this time. I've already been 
waiting too long!' Then he was on top of me, shedding his own clothing as he 
covered me with his huge frame. 

" 'Hey, take it easy,' I whispered, feeling the steely tipped head of his 
cock press against my small cunt. I knew that without some kind of warm-up 
I'd never be able to take on that monster. He was at least as big as my 
French teacher and much thicker. 

"But Paul knew what the problem was, and he knew how to take care of it to 
his own satisfaction. He spit on his fingers, then rubbed the needed 
moisture into my slowly dampening hole. I was going to protest all over 
again, but I suddenly realized that he'd be impossible until he shot a quick 
load into me. He was too hot for anything else. 

"After several weeks of regular fucking from the teacher, it took less time 
to stimulate me anyway, and by the time Paul had worked his spit into me I 
was pretty hot myself. Besides, Paul was really only my second man, he had 
an enormous cock, and he was frantic to stick it into me. Also, he was 
another conquest. Being my own mother's husband, he was my best conquest of 
all. I spread my legs at the thought of it. 

"Paul didn't waste a second. He grabbed the firm flesh of the undersides of 
my thighs and lifted me until my ass was off the bed, my cunt was winking up 
at his throbbing cock, and my heels were inching up his back toward his 
shoulders. A shiver went through me at the fierce expression on Paul's face. 
Never in my life had I felt as helpless. Not that I wasn't where I wanted to 
be, that wasn't it, but I was beyond having a thing to say about where I was 
any more. Paul was about to throw a man-sized, man-strong fuck into me, and 
I was going to have to ride it out, no matter what. Up to this minute it was 
my choice all the way. 

"My moment of pure panic passed in the physical shock of suddenly being 
stuffed with swollen cock. Paul had rocked his hips at me in a swift, 
surprise attack, and before I could automatically tighten up or react in any 
way he was halfway up my hole. I screamed with the suddenness of it all, 
with the pressure of his mass, but the pain was a fleeting thing. 

"It was the most unusual fuck I'd had to date. Paul was past the point of 
thinking. He simply had a load of boiling come with my name on it. As soon 
as I realized that, I ceased trying to be an active part of what was going 
on. I simply relaxed as best I could and allowed myself to be a receptacle 
for his sperm. Feeling almost no passion I steadied myself against the 
pillows and waited while the giant cock worked in and out of my hole. The 
entire act took little more than a few minutes. Then, grunting and uttering 
words I couldn't possibly understand, Paul sprayed the mouth of my womb with 
his steaming come. 

"I was allowed to lower my legs after Paul's cock was completely soft. I 
moved gingerly, making room on the bed for him. I was unusually sure of 
myself, certain that the totally selfish fuck would work in my favor in the 
long run. I was right. 

" 'Damn, baby, I'm sorry! I just couldn't wait, not with that body of yours, 
those days of dreaming about ramming it up you...." He pulled me to him with 
a gentleness which spoke clearly of his masculine embarrassment at being 
such an impatient, boyish lover. 'Now let me make it up to you, Barb, 
honey.' 

"I was more than willing. But I pretended to be a little frightened of him. 
That really got to him. He started kissing me, again taking pains to be 
gentle. I responded hesitantly. His hands began to play with my breasts, 
pinching the nipples lightly, lovingly. Then he lowered his mouth to them. I 
sighed a little as he sucked one, then the other. When his fingers went to 
my cunt this time, they were attempting to be gentle. He rubbed my hard 
little clitoris, then slid in and out of my well greased hole. Then he 
surprised me by lowering his slick finger and slowly penetrating my ass-hole 
with it. Since this was the first time anyone had touched me there I was 
amazed to discover that it felt wonderful, his finger digging into my butt. 
I backed into it a little. 

" 'You like that, don't you, you hot little cunt-I ought to fuck you up the 
back door. I bet you'd love it honey. Shit, you have that mother of yours 
beat a hundred ways! What times we're going to have, honey. The two of us. 
Every chance we get. Everything's going to be different, baby. God, you've 
got my cock all worked up again. All I have to do is touch you and I'm going 
out of my mind! Let me fuck you right this time, baby.' 

"I would have enjoyed some more of that finger of his in my ass, but the 
pressure of his suddenly hard prick had me all turned on again. 

" 'Tell you what, you come over here, and we'll do it a way that will let 
you take as much of it as you want.' 

"Paul pulled me onto his lap. He lifted me until I was poised over his dick. 
Then, catching on to the action, I slowly began to lower myself onto his 
tool, hunching up and down on his head only until my cunt got greedy and 
wanted more. Then I slipped lower on the straining pole, bobbing easily 
while every nerve ending in my pussy was fired and sweating. There was no 
need for any outside lubrication now. I was drenching Paul's huge prick in 
my young juices. 'That feels so good, Paul! It's so big, so big....' I 
wriggled on the shaft, allowing myself still another wonderful inch ... and 
then another.... 

" 'Does it feel better than those young studs who come sniffing around 
here?' He humped a little, sinking a little more prick into me as he 
reminded me of his obvious assets. 'I figured you were giving those bucks a 
taste of that hot cunt of yours.' 

"His words confused me for a moment. I wondered if I was supposed to deny 
fucking the others, then I realized he was digging the idea that I preferred 
his dick to theirs. Well, he was right. I'd never go back to little boy dick 
when there was a world full of men out there. Meanwhile the one in me would 
do fine. I began to ride his cock for all I was worth. 

"Paul's hands were clamped around my tits. I looked down at us, even more 
excited by the view. Paul, under me, was rotating his hips like a tormented 
sea under a small ship. It felt wonderful. My body was flushed and very 
pink, with dark rose nipples and auburn pubic hair. Next to me Paul was very 
dark and hard-muscled. I was suddenly weak-knead, aware that I was only 
moments away from my own explosion. 

"Paul might have lacked teacher's skill and knowingness, but he knew when a 
girl was about to come. He lifted me easily off his lap. I couldn't help 
moaning as the wonderful shaft was freed from my hot slit. But I knew Paul 
was only moving us to give me the best come he could. I was flat on my back 
in a second. 

"I was on the point of pleading with Paul when he began to fill my aching 
hole with his hard meat again. Only this time he was on top and in complete 
control, and now I was glad for it. I was stripped of all responsibility, 
left with only the sheer pleasure of his cock in my cunt. 'Oh, yes, Paul,' I 
heard myself sigh, 'give it to me. ... Fuck me, Paul, fuck me good! I love 
it 

... love it ... love..." I was squirming frantically under him now, working 
myself up to an intense pitch. 'Yes! Shove that big prick in me! Give it to 
me! Fuck me! YES!' 

"My words had an effect on him. I could feel his dick swell a final inch. He 
began to slam his meat into me so far that the tender lips of my cunt were 
treated like a door being battered to shreds. But it felt wonderful. I was 
ready for everything Paul had. In fact, I was straining upwards, as if I 
wanted to take every last bit of him, take even his huge hanging balls 
inside me.... I started to come with that thought in my mind. 'Yes!' I 
shrieked, tightening my thighs around his muscular hips. 'Yes...! ' 

"The fact that he was emptying himself into me was a side-issue. This fuck 
was for me, and I meant to take and enjoy every bit of it. 

"Afterwards, alone again in my room while Paul put in a call to his wife to 
find out exactly how long we had before she came home, I thought of my 
immediate future. My homelife was going to be a snap. I now knew how to take 
care of school problems, once I took the trouble to snare as many male 
teachers as possible. Yes, the future was going to be just fine.... 

"Then Paul came back, a big smile on his dark face. I held open my arms to 
him and smiled. His cock was hardening again, which meant we had lots of 
time yet. There was no doubt about it, the future was going to be a real 
blast...." 

There is little chance that Barbra will degenerate psychosexually farther 
from the point she is now at, or that guilt feelings will upset the balance 
she has achieved. We have no doubt that she will, someday soon, marry. 
Undoubtedly, she will use her husband, her husband's associates and 
superiors, in the same way she used her French teacher and her stepfather-as 
a means to reach a desired goal. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Too Painful an Endeavor 

"How the hell should I know what really happened? like I can't be 
responsible for the whole damned uptight world! It seemed like a way-out 
idea and I went along with it. Why not? Can I help it if that nut goes off 
the deep end? Is it my fault he's got some big, dark hang-up? Christ! Any 
other mother-fucker would have been thrilled by it all. But not that All 
American Asshole! Hell, no! He has to go hang himself! Oh wow, what a bummer 
he turned out to be! 

"Shit, man, if I can manage to hang in there when the rest of the world is 
so fucked up it can't tell the truth from lies, why should I feel 
responsible for that jerk? Give me one reason, just one! You can't, can you? 
I know you can't. Christ! You drum up a little old school spirit and all of 
a sudden nobody wants to know your name! Bunch of screwed up knotheads, all 
of you! I can stand an out-and-out hypocrite-you can reach someone like 
that-but you guys, you hallelujah-queens that go around with hate in your 
hearts, piss in your veins, and shit in your mouths ... oh wow, you guys 
have got to be the worst! Even a preacher has more guts and decency than you 
do. He knows fuckin' well that the only good human being is a dead human 
being ... but not you guys ... oh no! You gotta make everybody a statistic, 
gotta level everybody. 

"No, no I don't really mind talking to you. Whatever turns you on. I just 
want you to know right up front what I think of you, that's all. You wanna 
pick my brains, that's okay with me, but you're not gonna get just the 
pretty parts-you're gonna get it all ... including what I think of you. And 
don't hand me all that shit about what a great service you guys are 
performing. For all I know you're all on a secret payroll for one of those 
big computer companies. I can just hear it: 'Go out there and collect lots 
of statistics, then give them to us and we'll run 'em through the computer 
and publish the findings.' And who reads these dumb things? Other creeps 
like you. 

"So snap to it! Get your mike all set up, sweetie, 'cause you're gonna get 
an earful. Or have you got the tape recorder built into a hearing aid, or a 
lighter, or somethin'? I wouldn't put nothin' past you guys. Goddam pushy 
creeps! 

"Listen, I know enough about life already to burn out five of your 
computers. I've been laid, relayed, and parlayed-and I can't get enough of 
it. My whole childhood was one big funeral parlor. Nobody talked to anybody. 
Nobody touched anybody. When I heard other kids griping about their parents 
I used to tell 'em that they should be grateful that they had somebody to 
gripe about. I grew up with the walking dead; yeah, the zombies. Can you 
argue with a corpse? We all lived in the same morgue, that's all. But nobody 
ever said anything to each other. The only times I can remember bein' talked 
to was when I was bein' bawled out. 

"I ... I, well, I know what it is to be lonely. To be a kid ... and scared. 
I'm afraid of being alone. That's all. Just that. You can hang me by thumbs 
from the top of a building and I won't be scared ... as long as I know 
someone's around. Do anything you want ... but don't leave me alone. I can't 
take it. Somethin' happens inside of me an' I panic. Yeah. Panic. You can be 
as mean as you want, hurt me even ... but don't ignore me, don't leave me 
alone. Maybe I'll outgrow this awful fear. I hope so. I'm only sixteen and 
it's awful to live with that kind of fear. I wouldn't want to spend the rest 
of my life this way. 

"But that's why I groove with sex so much. No matter who it is, at least I'm 
not alone. 

Even if the guy's a sadie-masie, at least I know he's there! I remember even 
as a tiny kid, when I was about eight or nine, that I was aware that I had 
something guys wanted. I wasn't too sure of what it was, but I knew I had 
it. Knew by the way old guys would look at me, or young guys, or even boys 
my own age. Whatever it was I had, they wanted it. And one day I let this 
other kid, I guess he was about ten years old, I let him take off my panties 
and touch me down there. He didn't do anything else but touch me and stare, 
until I got tired of that dumb game and told him I wanted to see what he 
had. So I opened up his pants and took out this thing of his. There it was. 
An extra thumb hangin' off his body. Big deal. Well, I was just a kid. It 
wasn't till later, when he could get it up, that I found out what it was all 
about. It was kind of funny, now that I think about it. I guess he was about 
eleven or twelve by then. We'd been playing around with each other, only 
this time I was getting strange feelings down there ... kind of tingling 
feelings. I didn't know what the hell it meant. But I saw Joel's thing start 
to swell up, and then it began to sort of stand up, and I told him to quit 
it. 

" 'I can't,' he said. 

" 'What do you mean, you can't. Just make it go back to where it was. If you 
can put your leg up and down, you can put that thing back down!' 

" 'No, honest, Emily, I can't. It feels funny, too. like it's alive all by 
itself.' 

" 'You're crazy!' 

" 'It hurts a little, like when your shorts are too tight around your legs 
and it cuts into you. Here, Emily, feel it.' 

"Well, I was more than just curious by then. I was fascinated by his thing 
that he couldn't make go back down. He had more curly hairs there than I had 
on me, and that made me a little mad ... it meant he was growing up faster 
than I was. Maybe there was something wrong with his thing, maybe he had 
aningrown hair or something that was making it act that way. I touched it 
with one finger, and it bobbed at me. I remember giggling, but I was more 
curious than amused . . , and a little concerned for Joel, too. I mean, if 
it was hurting him, well, I didn't want him to hurt. Joel was my only friend 
in the world, and he touched me and kept me company. He made me feel alive, 
like a human being. I took his thing in my hand, gingerly. 'Does that feel 
better?' I asked him. 

" 'Yeah, a little. Listen, Emily, I saw my brother makin' it with his girl 
friend once ... and his was standin' up like this, too.' 

" 'Makin' what.' 

" 'Fucking, y'dummy. I think this has something to do with fucking. Wanna 
try it?' " 'What do we do?' 

" 'Lie down. I'll get on top of you like my brother did and we'll see what 
happens.' 

"So I laid down. What did I know? Joel, he pushed his pants down around his 
knees and lay down on top of me. I felt his hard thing pokin' at my belly 
button, but I figured that wasn't the way. 'Listen, does that make it feel 
better?' " 'No. Not really.' 

" 'Try putting it between my legs. That's it ... bend it down so it goes 
between my legs. There, how's that?' 

" 'Better, I guess. It feels good to have your warm legs all around it. I 
don't know, though. When my brother was doing it, the girl had her legs 
spread apart real wide and he seemed to be shoving his thing in and out of 
her somewhere.' 

" 'Well, let's try it.' I spread my legs apart and Joel took his thing in 
his hand and started poking around at me down there. 'Is that what your 
brother was doin'? ' 

" 'Couldn't be. He didn't have to hold on to it. You're kind of wet down 
there ... you peeing or something?' 

" 'Of course not! It just sort of feels good to have you pokin' around like 
that, good but I think there's gotta be more to it than just this. Where's 
the wet com in' from?' 

" 'Inside you, I guess.' 

" 'Gimme your thing, Joel. If I'm not peeing, an' I'm not, then there's 
gotta be a hole someplace. You ever see a hole when you were down there 
lookin' around?' 

" 'Naw. Just a lot of pink funny skin with flaps and things.' 

" 'Well, gimme your thing and we'll see.' So I took his prick and started 
shoving it at myself until I felt a little give, until it felt extra good. 
So I took his prick an' I shoved it into myself. I didn't have nothin' to 
lose. If his thing broke it was his worry, not mine. 

"You've got to admit it's funny. Of course his thing didn't 'break' ... the 
only thing that broke was my cherry. But I didn't care. It felt so good 
inside of me. I felt like I had him imprisoned, like I could hold onto him 
forever and never let him go 'cause I had captured his thing with my snatch. 
And once we'd figured out what to do, and how much fun it was, well Joel and 
me was at it all the time. About a year later I got my first period, and by 
then Joel knew what that could mean ... so he asked me if I knew how to 
protect myself. What the hell did I know? Protect myself. Against what? An 
invasion from Mars? But Joel told me the facts of life and I got a little 
scared about maybe having a baby. My folks never talked about anything like 
that ... I don't think they even did anything together anymore. Sometimes I 
wonder if I wasn't really a virgin birth! But good ol' Joel, he started 
pinching his mother's pills and made me take one every day, and stop when 
she did. 

"Now, of course, I realize how lucky I was. Neither of us knew that the 
pills had to be timed to the individual woman's menstrual cycles. We just 
thought that if I took the pills whenever she did, stopped when she did, 
everything would be all right. Dumb kids, that's all. When I think of what 
could have happened, though, I sure agree that there ought to be sex 
education in the schools! If the kids are going to bang each other anyhow, 
then at least they should know about how to protect themselves! 

"Anyhow, as we grew older Joel and I worked out a little business. You can't 
call it whoring and pimping ... we didn't know what all that meant. But we 
found out that guys would pay money to do the same thing to me that Joel was 
doin' for free. I wasn't the prettiest girl in school, but I wasn't no dog 
neither. And I had titties first! Don't kid yourself ... the first girl in 
school to wear a bra is a big shot! We worked out a regular schedule and 
Joel would line up real appointments, like a big executive or something, and 
then for a quarter or fifty cents, the fellows could touch or fuck. 

"But one day, Joel had lined up somebody special. There'd been this man, 
see, who used to hang around the school grounds. Nice-lookin' guy, maybe 
around forty of fifty-you know how when you're a kid everybody looks a 
hundred years old-and he'd kind of figured out what was goin' on so he took 
Joel aside one day and told him he'd give us a dollar, one whole dollar, if 
he could come watch. Well, Christ! A whole dollar just to watch? So we said 
he could ... and that was the beginning of an entire education for me, a 
whole new world. The old man-we used to call him Mr. Gee-whiz 'cause he was 
always so proper about everything-sure knew a lot and sure taught me 
everything I know about makin' boys happy. And I wanted to make the boys 
happy ... happy enough to want to come back again and again. 

With Joel, it was mostly the money he wanted. But not with me. I just liked 
the feeling of being wanted, of being needed, of knowing that if I made them 
happy, they'd want to come to me again. I needed their attention, the sly 
winks they'd give me in school when nobody was looking, the feeling of being 
somebody special. And I owed a lot of my success to Mr. Gee-whiz. 

"At first he would just sit there and watch. That's all. After the third 
day, he began to play with himself sitting just a few feet from where some 
boy would be banging away at me. I used to sneak looks at his prick and it 
was the biggest thing I'd ever seen. But he was always real neat about 
jackin' off, always had a big white hanky in his hand ready to shoot his wad 
into. Then I got curious about what it would feel like to have a cock that 
big up inside of me, not just kid stuff. I started to tease him a little ... 
you know, flirtin' with him. I started spreadin' myself open more so he 
could see my wet pussy whenever some guy was about to get up on me ... and 
especially when the guy would pull out of me. Let him see all that come 
oozing out of my cunt, and what he was missing. Christ! What guy wants to 
jerk himself off when he can sink his dong up to the hilt in a girl's hot 
snatch? 

"Sometimes, 'specially with some dumb kid who'd pop off too fast, I'd begin 
to massage my own titties, pushing them up toward him like I wanted him to 
kiss 'em. Which I did. Want him to kiss 'em, I mean. That was the only 
trouble with those guys, they didn't have any finesse. They'd just climb up 
on me, shove their bulging cocks up my snug little hole, and give a couple 
of grunts and then it was all over. None of 'em had ever made love to me, 
know what I mean? They just fucked me. That's all. 

"Well, finally Mr. Gee-whiz couldn't stand it anymore. One day he stopped me 
after school and told me that he'd give me five dollars if I'd go with him 
to a room he had nearby and let him do it to me. Five dollars! I didn't have 
to think about it twice, I can tell you that! 

"I followed him to this run-down building that looked like a boarding house 
(or what I thought a boarding house would look like) and up to his room on 
the third floor. It was a nice-size room with a washbasin and a big bed and 
a closet kind of thing on four legs like a great big cupboard. The can was 
down the hall. He closed the door after us and turned the key, then took off 
his overcoat and gestured to me to do the same. 

" 'How old are you, Emily?' he asked me in his funny, tight voice. 

" 'Fourteen next week,' I told him and it was the truth. 

" 'Do you like letting the boys from school fuck you?' 

"I watched him casually undressing while he was cross-examining me. He 
really wasn't in bad shape for someone his age, at least he didn't have big 
bulges all over or wrinkles like a turtle. And I already knew what his dong 
looked like. But I hadn't expected such big balls. Jesus! They were like 
stuffed tobacco pouches! His dick was limp, but he began to massage himself 
idly while I, too, got undressed. 'Sure. I like the guys to fuck me. It 
feels good.' 

" 'What about the money they give you? Do you need money?' 

" 'Doesn't everybody? But I do it mostly 'cause I like to and not because of 
the money. Are you going to fuck me?' 

"Mr. Gee-whiz smiled at my question. 'I think it's time that you learned 
about lovemaking, Emily ... not just fucking. Has anyone ever made love to 
you?' 

" 'Isn't that the same as fucking?' 

" 'No, it's not. Come, come lie on my bed and make yourself comfortable 
while I pour us a little wine. Do you like sherry or would you prefer 
something drier?' 

"Who knew about wines? 'I don't care. Whatever you're having is fine with 
me. What's the difference between fucking and making love?' 

" 'Pleasure, m'dear, pleasure.' 

"He handed me a thimble-size glass with an amber liquid in it. I sipped it 
and at first I didn't like the taste ... it was kind of sour-sweet. But 
almost instantly it made me feel sort of warm all over, gave me a kind of 
nice glowing feeling. Especially down here, in my twat. It just got a nice, 
fat warm feeling as if all the alcohol were settling down there instead of 
inside my stomach. 

"He stretched out beside me, his long hairy legs crossed over each other 
like Christ on the cross, and his dong was puffed a bit but not really hard. 
I remember there were curly white hairs mixed with the dark hairs on his 
chest and around his cock, a real mat of hair like a tangle of fine weeds. 
And I thought it must be very sad to know you're getting old, to be able to 
look at yourself and see your own body beginning to fall apart ... I mean, 
like once you've got white hairs, well, it's a one-way road to being closer 
and closer to dead. It must be awful to know that you're closer to being old 
and dead than you are to when you were born and young. And thinking like 
that, I kind of got the feeling that Mr. Gee-whiz was sort of doing me a 
last-wish favor, a dying good deed. And I especially wanted to please him, 
to do whatever he wanted so that he wouldn't feel he was wasting his time 
with me. I felt awful sorry for Mr. Gee-whiz ... and grateful. 

"I reached over and touched his cock gently. I'd never seen any other grown 
man's cock. It wasn't too much different than a kid's ... except that it was 
bigger, and sort of authoritative. A kid's prick looks frisky, y'know? It's 
fresh and rarin' to go. But a man's is surer of itself ... I don't know ... 
sophisticated like. 

" 'That's very kind of you, Emily. Have you ever sucked cock?' 

"I shook my head, but the idea seemed groovy. Why not? I leaned forward and 
my hair fell across his abdomen as I planted a small kiss on the tip of his 
penis. It jumped at me and I giggled, feeling sort of silly at the same 
time. 

" 'The basic idea, Emily, is to make your mouth like your pussy. You must be 
careful of your teeth, of course, because a man's penis is terribly 
sensitive and you could injure him badly. Would you like to learn how to do 
it right?' 

"'Sure!' I readily agreed. Hell, he was giving me five dollars and I was 
getting an education to boot. Why not? Well, I'm a pretty bright person and 
he really didn't have to tell me very much. Mostly he just sort of guided my 
head and my hands, and I caught on as we went along. 

"I began to kiss along the sides of his shaft, letting my tongue trail 
along, wrapping it on the underside of his thing and licking in long broad 
strokes. I could feel his thing reacting to my kisses and that made me feel 
good. It was also turning me on. He brought my hand down to his balls and 
helped me form a cup with my palm, bouncing first one then the other like I 
was testing how much tobacco he had in 'em. 

"I couldn't help marveling at how smooth the tip of his cock was, and the 
little eye at the tip had filled up with a grayish-white thick fluid that 
just fascinated me. I wanted to taste it ... so with my free hand I grabbed 
his shaft and brought the big knob right into my mouth. Kind of like 
sticking a whole ice-cream cone into your face, only it was like a hard 
rubber ball. I ran my tongue across it and the fluid had sort of a salty 
white sauce taste to it ... slithery, but interesting. And then I got to 
liking the taste and the feel of his cock in my mouth, the feeling of that 
big head rubbing against my cheeks and growing bigger and bigger inside of 
my face. The idea of it grabbed me, know what I mean? It turned me on like 
wild. 

"I changed my position then so I could straddle his legs and rub my pussy 
against his knee. By then I was really wet down there and I just seemed to 
slide against him like he was greased or something. I guess my clit must've 
really been horny 'cause it had never felt so good to have something rubbing 
against it. I had always liked the feel of cock inside of me, filling up my 
vagina ... but this was different. This rubbing on my clit was sending wild 
tingles all through me and I could feel myself breaking out into a light 
sweat all over. 

"He'd propped himself up against the headboard so he could watch me, and 
that turned me on, too. Knowing that he could see me naked, rubbing myself 
against him, and sucking on him all at the same time. I wished to hell I 
could get something up inside of me while I was licking his hot dick and 
rubbing against him, but I figured there wouldn't be any room for me to get 
anything up inside and rub at the same time. Shows you how little I knew. 
Mr. Gee-whiz tapped me on the shoulder and motioned to me to turn around, to 
stick my ass in his face. Or, at least, that's what I thought he wanted. I 
was kind of sorry to have to stop rubbing myself, but what the hell, if 
that's what the old guy wanted, it was jive with me ... I had my whole life 
ahead of me. 

"Oh man! what a pleasant surprise was waiting for me! He began to run a wet 
finger up and down the crack of my ass, blowing hot breath on me back there, 
teasing my ass-hole with his finger and then letting his finger run down 
into my snatch, pretending to go up inside my hole for a few seconds, then 
taking a couple of swipes at my clit so that even I could feel that my clit 
was gettin' big and round. It felt wild. He'd pinch at it a couple of times, 
lightly, like a soft clothespin, and it sent shivers through me. I'd never 
known how sensitive my clit was, how terrific it was to have someone play 
with it. 

"And then he stopped foolin' around and took my hips with both his hands and 
brought my pussy right up to his face and began to lick at it. I damned near 
fainted, it felt so fantastically good! Why should a tongue feel any better 
than fingers or a cock? But it sure as hell does! Now I knew why he wanted 
me to suck on his thing ... if my mouth on his prick felt even half as good 
as his mouth on my burning cunt ... oh wow! I've got a real neat pussy, 
thank God. like a paper airplane or something. There's the skin on the 
outside, and then this envelope-kind of flap that hangs down and that's all. 
I've seen some girls' cunts and they've got acres of flabby ugly red skin 
down there-Christ! I don't know how a boy finds her hole with all that junk 
flappin' around. But mine's real neat. All you gotta do is pull the outside 
skin apart a little and there's my hole and my clit just sittin' there 
waiting for lovin'. You can't miss it! And Mr. Gee-whiz was licking me like 
a roll of stamps, stickin' his tongue up inside my hole, and then grabbing 
my clit between his lips and making those pinching feelings again except 
that as his lips would sort of pinch at my clit, his tongue was rollin' the 
hard nub around and around. 

"He brought his hands around and cupped my breasts and teased my nipples, 
running his palms up and down my rib cage every once in a while. And I could 
tell he was really enjoying himself, that he liked sucking my hot box even 
with all the juices I could hear were pourin' out of me. I guess you could 
say that he was goin' at my cunt like a kid might want to bury his face in a 
cream puff and just wash it all up from himself ... I don't know how to 
describe it, really. But I'd never felt anything so terrific in all my life, 
and it made me feel like all my veins and arteries were on fire, and that 
fire-kind of like an oil spill-was all traveling down to my cunt making it 
hotter and hotter.... 

"By then I could feel his prick gettin' ready to just burst and I was happy 
for him, and anxious to taste his come, to swallow it for him and make him 
happy. What he was doin' to me felt so damned good I could hardly 
concentrate on what I was doin' to him, but I guess that didn't matter to 
him. And pretty soon he was humpin' his thick hard cock into my mouth 
against my throat, and I was pushing my twat into his face rubbin' myself 
against his nose and his tongue and we were both sweatin' something awful 
and then I felt him say right into my snatch, 'Now, Emily, now!' and he was 
shootin' and shoo tin' this hot come down my throat and I sort of spasmed 
into another world and got all tight up inside and then felt myself flooding 
open and my beautiful pussy was clutching and jerking and grabbing.... Well, 
it was the most beautiful come I'd ever had in my entire life and I'll never 
forget Mr. Gee-whiz for showing me that there was another way to go besides 
just stickin' a stiff prick up my hole and that's that. 

"I met quite a few times with Mr. Gee-whiz after that day. He taught me all 
sorts of things, but most of all, I felt a kind of bond between us ... not 
love like getting-married love, but a kind of love. Something I'd never 
known before in all my life. A feeling of being wanted and appreciated, of 
sharing. I still made out with the boys at school-only my prices went up as 
Joel learned how much the guys got as an allowance-except that my attitude 
had changed. I still enjoyed myself, but it was different ... I felt older 
than them, wiser. I felt like I was doing them the favor and not the other 
way around. But then Mr. Gee-whiz went away ... and I was kind of lost. My 
buddy, the person I could really talk to and make love with, was gone. What 
did I have left?" 

Quite obviously, one of Emily's chief problems is her extreme fear of being 
alone, a fear so extreme that it can be classed as a phobic reaction. 

In this phobic reaction Emily had displaced the content of the original 
conflict, which stemmed from a complete lack of interest in her activities 
by her parents, into an object and a situation in the external environment 
which has a strong symbolic influence and significance, namely, the 
closeness of sexual contact serving as a shield against the fear. 

The problem of differentiating fears from phobias, or healthy from morbid 
fears, becomes increasingly difficult as one finds that many of the normal 
developmental fears of children have never been experienced and are often 
quite irrational. In other words, Emily fears being left alone because she 
feels she was left alone, although in all-likelihood the aloneness was one 
of communication, rather than actual lack of physical presence. The reaction 
of an adolescent or child in a situation such as this often seems to be 
quite disproportionate, persisting for long periods of time. It would, 
therefore, seem as if many of the simple fears, such as this fear of being 
alone that Emily feels, may actually represent phobias in which an apparent 
neurotic anxiety is hidden behind an apparent object of anxiety, the 
internal danger being transformed into an external one. 

In the normal process of psychosexual and emotional development children 
outgrow their susceptibility to the anxiety producing situations of being 
alone. It is, therefore, the persistence of this infantile phobic tendency 
which characterizes the neurotic in the making, a neurosis which takes on 
all the tones of a paranoid personality. 

Many of the phobic, and even schizophrenic, elements are present in the 
paranoid personality, coupled with an almost exquisite sensitivity in 
interpersonal relations. Suspiciousness, mistrust, envy, extreme jealousy, 
and stubbornness are characteristic. Most marked is the tendency toward 
projection, a mechanism of defense by which one's own internal inadequacies 
and immaturities are attributed to others. This mechanism operates 
unconsciously and, although it is very common in children, it is usually not 
so highly systematized in the adolescent stage as it is in the adult. 
Projection offers the adolescent a means of ridding herself of uncomfortable 
feelings of inadequacy. This does not mean, however, that the child who 
projects is necessarily going to develop a paranoid personality. Just that 
this development sometimes takes place, as it is clearly taking place in 
Emily. 

J.J. Michaels, in The Management of the Juvenile Delinquent: a Point of 
View, noted that delinquent behavior occurs in a complex 
psycho-socio-biological matrix. The earlier and the more persistent its 
appearance, the more one must consider a constitutional cause. The later and 
more transient the delinquency, the more-likely it is to stem from a 
neurotic factor such as the paranoiac personality. It was also Michaels who 
differentiated a form of delinquency associated with persistent enuresis, 
for which he suggested the rubric of impulsive character.1 

F. Redl and D. Wineman provided a careful delineation of the techniques of 
the delinquent ego, notably an ego whose strength lies in its resistance to 
change. Among these are the strategy of evasion (no guilt), the search for 
delinquency support (enlisting other peers to shore up the delinquent value 
structure), and the mechanized warfare with change agents (fighting 
authority figures).2 

In a case such as this a second concern has to be the special reactions of 
the adult community to a teenager such as Emily. In general, it is probably 
safe to say that adolescents are more commonly scapegoated than any other 
age group, which would lead to the intensification of the paranoid reaction. 
The adolescent's preoccupation with herself, her volatility, her burgeoning 
sexuality, and especially her negativism and acting out to define societal 
limits casts her easily into the scapegoat role. 

With Emily there is a distinct possibility that the developing paranoid 
personality elements may combine with psychological depression, which could 
easily lead to an attempt at suicide. Mood swings are common at all ages, 
but they appear particularly rapid and inexplicable 

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1) Liebman, S. (editor). Emotional Problems of Childhood. Philadelphia, Pa.: 
J. B. Lippincort, 1958. p. 116. 

2) Redl, F. and Wineman, 0. Children Who Hate: New York: Free Press, of 
Glencoe (MacMillan), 1951. 

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in adolescents. It was long believed that true depression only became 
possible after the teen years, but there are now many documented cases of 
adolescent depression. Affective changes are-likely to follow any 
disappointment in" oneself, in one's peers, in one's parents, or in one's 
ideals. Bursts of vigorous and even violent activity may alternate with 
apparent laxness or inability to work or study. By and large, these 
happenings in the teenager are commonplace, but it is an established fact 
that the incidence of suicide takes a sharp climb during the late teens, and 
should "blue" depression combine with the "everyone hates me and is out to 
get me" syndrome of paranoia, the chances that there will be an attempt at 
suicide are very probable. 

"By the time I got into high school, almost two years ago, I was really just 
a hardened little whore. Something went dead inside of me without Mr. 
Gee-whiz and his friendship. I'd felt abandoned and I sort of went wild with 
the boys in a kind of crazy revenge. And there were very few guys who hadn't 
laid me at least once. And I guess that the girls must've known about it, 
too, 'cause none of them would even talk to me. Bunch of sour-grape prudes. 
Jealous, that's all. They were probably spreading their legs for bananas and 
hating my guts for getting the real thing. 

"But I guess I was gettin' smart ... or maybe just older. I decided to cut 
out the pay-as-you-lay plan and just put out for guys I liked-for free. 
Maybe then I could get myself a boyfriend like the other girls had. Christ! 
If they could get boyfriends when they weren't even puttin' out ... then I 
was damned cocky I could get one, too. I wanted to do the movie bit on 
Saturday nights and go to the dances at school ... all that stuff. I figured 
if I started to go to the school games that maybe some of the guys would see 
me in a new light-without my crotch on display. 

"So I started wearing maxis instead of minis, and pants suits ... you know, 
playin' down my curves so maybe some guy would look at my face for a change. 
I don't think my folks noticed the difference at all. They gave me an 
allowance and left the buying of clothes up to me. They said it was so I'd 
learn a sense of responsibility, but I knew it was only so they wouldn't 
have to be bothered. 

"Anyhow, I soon figured out how to follow a football across the field 
without cheering for the wrong team. I even tried to become a cheerleader, 
but the other girls nixed me on it. I'll bet they were worried that I'd look 
better in a sweater than they did! But little by little the guys were 
beginning to take me a little more seriously, even just talkin' to me once 
in a while in the halls between classes. Well, it was a start. But I 
couldn't seem to turn sex off inside of me, know what I mean? Maybe I'd just 
gotten so used to it I couldn't kick the habit ... I don't know. I just was 
goin' wild inside myself all the time and wanting to get fucked real bad. I 
had a rough time fallin' asleep at night, and playin' with myself just 
didn't do anything for me. I even lost my appetite and sort of dragged my 
ass, which is not like me. Anyways, one day we'd been playing one of our top 
rival high schools and we'd been beaten to a pulp. I mean, man, we were laid 
out flat. 

"Just about everybody had split after the game ... sulking out like our team 
all had vd or somethin'. Christ! I figured the guys would need a little 
cheering up, someone to tell 'em that they'd do better next time, that the 
game had been fixed ... anything! Not just ignoring them like that. I know 
how it feels to be ignored, boy! do I know. So I ambled over to where the 
guys were comin' out of the locker room on their way home. Most of 'em just 
walked on by, saying nothing, not even to each other. But I knew one of the 
fellows pretty well so I waited and I waited for him to come out. And 
finally he did, with a buddy of his. 

" 'Hi, Jerry. I'm really sorry about the game ... you guys did everything 
you could,' I told him, or something like that anyway. 

" 'Yeah. Thanks, Emily.' 

"He started to walk on, then the two of them stopped, said something to each 
other, then came back to where I was standing. Jerry whispered in my ear 
that his buddy was really feeling pretty low and that maybe I could help 
out. Shit! I knew what he meant. So I nodded and indicated toward the 
gymnasium building. When we all got there, only a few lights were still on 
but enough to make out the benches against the walls, the mats piled up in 
one corner. Jerry and his buddy-Dick was his name, I think-laid a few of the 
mats out on the floor. 

"And that Dick was suddenly like a wild animal! He grabbed me by my hair and 
threw me down on the mats like an old rag doll. Before I even knew what the 
hell was the matter with him, he had pulled down his jeans and was waving 
his meat at me like he was gonna club me to death, like I'd done something 
horrible to him! What a creep! But Jerry cooled him, told him to take it 
easy, that I was an all right chick and that he didn't have to get all 
uptight over anything. Well, something snapped in the guy and Dick just sank 
down to the mat and began to cry. like a baby, you know what I mean ? 
Sobbin' out his frustration, I guess. Well, that led to me and my big 
heart-I have always been a softie for guys who are in trouble-and I just 
started stripping down, starin' at his limp prick and how it lay there while 
the guy was pourin' out his heart. 

"Jerry had also stripped down. I'd never gone on a threesome before, but I 
figured this was as good a time as any. I leaned over and, stretching out 
alongside Dick, I began to play with his prick. After a few moments, his 
crying let up a little and he rolled over on his back with his arm over his 
face. I just wanted to make him feel better, so I lifted his penis to my 
mouth and began kissing it-little tiny kisses all up and down it, and down 
around his balls. I hadn't done that to a guy since Mr. Gee-whiz and I 
realized that I felt sorry for this kid, too. 

"Jerry was sittin' cross-legged real near to us and he was fondlin' himself 
and muttering things like, 'Jesus! I didn't know you'd do something like 
that,' and other things along those same lines. It made me feel pretty 
important, I don't mind tellin' you, and I knew that I had even more 
surprises in store for him. 

"So then I started licking Dick's dong, playing with his balls at the same 
time. Well, he sure'n hell began to react to that, let me tell you. His 
prick was really gettin' right on up there in no time at all. Then I took 
the warm shaft in my hand and started to lick around the ridge at the head, 
darting the tip of my tongue in and out of the tiny little hole at the tip 
of it, trying to get that same milky stuff out that Mr. Gee-whiz used to 
come up with all the time. 

"Dick really started moaning then, kind of writhing around on the mat and 
trying to shove his cock up into my mouth. I was real careful and took a 
little love-bite on the head of it, and I thought he was gonna leap out of 
his skin! But I guess he took it the wrong way, and he grabbed me by the 
hair again and twisted me up to my knees in an all-four position. 

"'You little bitch! You want to suck cock? Okay, suck! I'm gonna fuck your 
face, baby, and fuck it good. I'm gonna shove my big cock all the way down 
your throat and make you eat my come until you drown!' 

"And he started laying it on me real heavy, slammin' his rigid cock into my 
mouth so that it was bangin' against my throat and gaggin' me. I was gettin' 
kind of scared, too, until I heard Jerry tellin' him to take it easy and 
that if he didn't know how to get sucked off, that heJerry, that is-would 
take over. He'd never had his cock sucked before I guess. Well, that cooled 
this nutty Dick again an' he started fuckin' my mouth a lot nicer, slow and 
easy and really enjoying himself. 

"Jerry was too hot to just hang around and do nothing but supervise, but 
then, he always did have a short fuse. Anyways, me on all fours and this 
Dick character fucking my face was all right for Dick, but it wasn't enough 
for Jerry. He came back around me and hoisted up my ass so's he could get at 
my cunt with his hard on. And when I felt him shoving it up inside of me, I 
was really awfully happy. It had been such a damned long time that it was 
like comin' home after you'd been away for months and months. I knew at that 
moment that I could never hold out like I'd been trying to. It just felt too 
goddam good having a hard cock rammed up inside of my hot wet snatch, 
feeling the big thing rubbing against the insides of my hole and poking 
against that wall that's up inside there. Every time Jerry would pull out a 
little, I'd slam my hips back up against him so I could get his stiff cock 
all up and snug inside of me where it belonged. I was really kind of glad to 
be home again, you know what I mean? Jerry was making me so hot, fucking me 
like that, his hands holding on to my hips and pummeling at me with his 
shaft that it was all I could do not to just come right away and spoil 
everything by having to take a rest. 

"But I knew that this Dick creep was pretty near to shootin' his wad and I 
didn't want to stop nothin' right then and there. I just wanted to have that 
lug get his rocks off so he'd stop yanking on my hair every time he got a 
hair up his ass! And I knew that Jerry could hold out for a while, him and 
me had made it before enough times so that I wasn't worried about that. 

"Well, finally this Dick creep began groaning and moanin' and carryin' on 
until you'd a thought that I was chewin' him up and spittin' out the pieces 
... and there he went again with the hair. He grabbed me again and made one 
great big thrust with his bulging cock and started shooting into my mouth 
... and shooting. As rough as he was, at least the guy had something in his 
pants to let go with, I'll say that for him. Anyhow, he slumped down on the 
mat, breathin' real hard and I figured I could forget about him for a few 
minutes anyway. 

"So I rolled a little, showing Jerry that I wanted him to get on top of me 
and fuck me real hard. He didn't need much prompting ... screwing a girl 
from behind is a nice variation once you've already gotten your rocks off 
and are then just lazily goin' at it again. But for openers, especially if a 
guy's really horny, they usually prefer to slam it in and feel their balls 
slapping at your ass. 

"I could've been fucked for hours an' been happy. I guess it's kind of like 
an alkie who's decided to fall off the wagon ... you want to make up for 
lost time, but then, you don't want to pass out before you can really enjoy 
the feeling. I'm just guessin', though; I haven't got that problem. 

"But I threw my legs around Jerry's waist and clung to him as he sweated and 
ground his prick deep inside of me, letting my hands feel his strong young 
muscles, lettin' his cock work its magic inside of me. There's just nothin' 
like a hard fat prick completely filling up your hungry hot hole, pushing in 
and out, the head of it rubbing along the sides of your starving vagina, 
feelin' all his juices and your own making a nice slippery cave for his 
piston. Man, when a girl's getting fucked, she knows she's alive and she 
knows she's needed! Even if a guy's madly in love with some other gal, while 
he's screwing me he isn't thinking about nothing else but me and my greedy 
hole! 

"And then Jerry was ready and he started talkin' at me the way he always 
did. 

" 'Oh yeah! I'm makin' it, baby, I'm makin' it ... come with me ... let me 
feel that tight snatch of yours snappin' on my cock, milkin' it dry ... let 
me feel you comin' too ... I'm gonna make it real sweet this time, real hard 
... gonna shoot enough come into you to keep you drippin' for a week ... 
gonna make it now ... gonna fill your little cunt ... gonna commm.... 

"And he did ... and, oh wow! so did I! It started in my belly, and 
snowballed to my ass and then came roaring up to my snatch till I exploded 
in wild spasms, one right after another, twitching and grabbing ... it was 
really terrific! 

"Well, after that, the three of us lay around smoking cigs-which the fellows 
shouldn't have done, bein' in trainin' and all-and just catching our breath. 
We went at it a few more times, and the best was when I was straddling 
Jerry, riding up and down on his cock like some kind of merry-go-round ... 
and then Dick came up and fucked my ass. Mr. Gee-whiz had fucked my ass 
before, so I was ready for him. But it's something else again when you've 
got a big cock up your cunt and another big cock shoved up your ass-hole! 
You're being torn apart and you couldn't be happier about it. Really groovy. 

"Finally the boys had had it. I was still rarin' to go, but the guys said 
they were finished for the night. They were pretty good-natured about me 
wantin' them to fuck me again and again, but they wouldn't budge. No hard 
on, no fuck. I wasn't mad or anything, but I was disappointed. You can't 
give a starving man half a cracker and expect him to be grateful! As far as 
I was concerned, the appetizer was nice ... but where was the meal ? 

"But no is no and there was nothin' I could do-no matter how hard I tried-to 
get a hard on for either of the guys. So we just started talkin' about the 
game and how rotten everything had gone. The guys really felt bad for the 
coach and told me that he was kind of psycho about our school winnin' the 
cup this year. Jerry said that he'd heard that the coach had just gone 
through a divorce, and Dick said he thought the guy was really all torn up 
about not being with his son all the time, just on weekends. And they both 
thought that it was on account of that that the coach just wasn't really 
pitching the team right. So we figured out a plan. The big deciding game was 
gonna be this month, the one that would either keep us in for the finals or 
leave us behind ... and that what the coach needed was a little coachin'. 
like maybe if he got his rocks off before the game, got a lot of flattery 
and that sort of thing ... well, that he'd be in better shape to really fire 
up the guys with some smart instructions. 

"We set it up that the night before the big game for the finals, I'd sneak 
into the coach's office and turn him on ... fuck him real good, and then 
he'd be all right for the following day. 

"Everything went off beautifully. The fellas got me past everybody and into 
the coach's office without any hitches. I was wearing a micro-mini, no 
underwear, and no bra under my blouse what was cut down to my navel just 
about. No matter what I did either my tits were gonna hang out temptingly, 
or my snatch was gonna be a hairy invitation. We figured we'd say that I was 
Jerry's girl friend and that I was worried about him ... you know, something 
to give me a reason to be in his office. The rest we figured nature would 
take care of. 

"The coach was bent over his desk when I came in and there wasn't anybody 
around that I could see. He was startled when I let myself in, the 
coach-Aaron's his name, or was-and wanted to know how the hell I'd gotten 
into his office ... only he didn't use the work 'hell,' bein' a teacher an' 
all. So I started layin' my sad story on him, how worried I was about Jerry 
and all that bullshit ... and makin' real sure that he could get a hot damn 
view of my titties. But Aaron, he just kept trying to look the other way. He 
made sympathetic noises, but he just didn't want to look at my boobs. 

"Hell, if he wasn't a tit man, then I'd give him a bird's-eye view of my 
snatch! I sat down on the edge of his desk, right in front of him, and with 
one leg hangin' to the floor even if he couldn't see my snatch he was sure 
as hell gonna smell my heat! 

" 'Listen, Mr. D., ' I told him, 'you've just got to help me. Why this game 
has got Jerry so uptight he can't even get a hard on! 

"Well, that startled the coach all right. Enough so that I could see he was 
gettin' a hard on himself. So I pushed him on it. 'I'm not used to this kind 
of treatment. Mr. D. I'm used to gettin' it real regular and Jerry's being 
turned off the way he is, well, it's driving me straight up the walls!' And 
I could see that I was really turnin' him on. His pants were bulging like 
he'd stuffed 'em with socks! And his hands just kept opening and clenching, 
and I could see small beads of sweat on his forehead. As a matter-of-fact, 
he looked a little like a trapped animal. So I figured I'd better close in 
for the kill or he was gonna go flying out of that office and I'd have 
wasted my time. 

"I slid off the desk and stood right in front of him with my legs spread 
apart right in front of his face. I put my hand on his face and told him, 
'You're a grown-up, you've gotta understand what it means to get your snatch 
regular, to shove your prick up inside a happy young body that's dying for 
it!' 

"Something seemed to crumple inside of him and the next thing I knew he'd 
grabbed me by the hips and brought my snatch right up to his face, burying 
his face right in my thick bush ... an' he was kind of cryin' softly. His 
hands shot straight up inside of my blouse and started kneadin' my titties 
like he'd never felt a woman's breast before. 

"I reached down and undid his pants and let his whang go flying out straight 
and rigid as a poker. So I just sat down on his lap, facing him, and sank 
his rod up inside of my dripping slippery hole. Mr. Gee-whiz had taught me 
how to snap, so I figured if I was gonna hold Aaron's attention, I'd better 
get him so hot he couldn't turn me down no matter if the whole building was 
on fire. 

"And it worked, too. I kept talkin' to him all the while I was snappin' at 
him, tellin' him how much Jerry liked me to do that to him, and how Jerry 
always came too soon so we had to do it over and over, and how sometimes I'd 
suck Jerry off and that I'd suck him off, too, 'cause Jerry thought so much 
of him ... that all the guys really thought he was terrific ... you know, 
building up his ego. And I kept tellin' him how nice his prick was, how big 
it was and how good it felt up inside of me and that I couldn't wait to get 
my mouth around it ... stuff like that. 

"He sure didn't take lpng to come. I guess the poor bastard hadn't had any 
in an awful long time. After he shot his wad he began blubbering all over 
the place. I offered to suck him off if it would make him feel better, but 
he just told me to get out and leave him alone. Well, shit, I'd done all I 
could do and he was actin' so funny that I figured maybe I should get out 
and leave him there. He'd get over whatever was buggin' him once he realized 
how good he felt after shoo tin' his load with a young chick. 

"Anyhow, that's all I know about it. I left. I don't know why the jerk hung 
himself ... I really don't. It couldn't be on account of me ... what for? No 
guy goes and hangs himself just 'cause he's been laid. That's dumb. But 
there he was the next day, danglin' in the middle of the gym for everyone to 
see, his eyes bulgin', the kids tell me, and his tongue all black and 
hangin' out. Christ! What makes people so weird?" 

As we stated earlier, Emily has several quite severe psychopathological 
problems which will require extensive professional care if she is to achieve 
any form of content stability. This care for Emily is mandatory, if only 
because she shows quite clearly all the classic psychological symptoms which 
lead to attempted suicide. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Baby-sitting For Fun and Profit 

" 'Get your damn feet off the table,' my dad yelled in his usual bad 
tempter. Guy! You can't do anything around that house that doesn't irritate 
him. 'And get your ass over to the D-s,' he screamed again. I had my weekly 
baby-sitting job to get to at seven o'clock. It was a quarter to seven now 
and I was putting it off till the last minute. 

"I'd been sitting around, daydreaming about all my girl friends who were 
having parties or going out on dates tonight. Here I was, and never had a 
boyfriend or a date. I'd be fourteen pretty soon. Guy! What kind of life is 
that? No guys to sit and neck with or anything. I used to wake up for 
school, dreaming about being held by some cute fella, him kissing me and 
holding me tight. I've sure been hard up for a long time. I mean, what good 
does it do to be able to wear lipstick and all and not have some cute guy to 
use it on? 

"Silently, I got off the couch and packed some things in my overnight case. 
It was one of those cheap plastic things one of my girl friends gave me for 
my last birthday. 

"My dad was watching me as I put in a couple of books, some makeup and 
solitaire games. I could see him boiling out of the corner of my eye. 'Stop 
fartin' around and just get your butt over there,' he yelled again. Guy! My 
old man never left me alone for a minute. He's always finding something to 
get on my back about. That's all he does is bitch at everybody, all day. 
Since he's been out of work he's gotten worse. If it ain't me it's my ma. 
Bitchin' all the time. 

"As I straightened up, my little titties pointed outward through a faded and 
worn old sweater given to me as a hand-me-down from my older sister, Jan. 
She was sixteen now, and doing all kinds of things with boys I could only 
dream about. My dad looked at those little tits of mine, threw down his 
newspaper and yelled again. 'What the hell you got in there? Kleenex? You 
stuffin' your bra or somethin'? ' 

" 'No,' I said weakly. 'I guess this old sweater just makes things look 
bigger, that's all. Everybody wears sweaters, Daddy. I can't help what it 
does.' 

"He gave one final disapproving look as I turned and left the house. Boy, I 
was sure glad to get out of there. My bra was stuffed with Kleenex. I always 
put Kleenex in my bra when 

I went baby-sitting over to the D-s' because 

Mr. D-looked at my boobies a lot. So I figured if they were bigger he'd look 
at them more. It always made me feel grown-up to have older men look at my 
body. At least I would have that pleasure if nothing else. 

"As I walked down the block to their house, I kept thinking how nice it 
would be if tonight 

Mr. D-would be home alone, and he would neck with me and play with my little 
titties. 

"My body got all warm thinking about this, and my pussy began to get wet. I 
pressed my thighs closer together, squeezing my little pussy tighter, 
causing it to be stimulated. My ass must have been wiggling back and forth 
like a machine. I kept pressing harder and harder as I walked, trying to get 
as much rubbing as possible. By the time I reached their door I was so hot I 
could have run right into the bathroom and masturbated. 

"Mr. D-let me in and motioned me to a chair. There was a strange man in the 
house, showing them all kinds of books and things. Turns out he was an 
encyclopedia salesman, and they were buying a set of books from him. He was 
kind of good-looking; short blonde hair, about twenty-five or so, real cool. 
He glanced at me briefly as he gathered his junk together. All three left 
together, Mr. and Mrs. D-thanking him for stopping over as they walked out. 

"The house was quiet. Their baby was sound asleep and would stay asleep, 
usually, until they came home, which was around one or two in the morning. I 
always slept over because of the hour they arrived. That was one of the 
things I liked. Peace and quiet for a full evening, and then to sleep at 
somebody else's house ... I get a strange kick out of sleeping at other 
people's houses. 

"I was still kind of sexually excited. I was debating whether to watch some 
TV or play with myself. Most of the time I would masturbate before the night 
was out. It was a secure feeling knowing that I'd have complete privacy for 
several hours. I could do anything I wanted. Sometimes I undressed 
completely and walked around the house, looking at myself in all the 
mirrors, rubbing my titties and my tummy, and massaging my slightly-haired 
pussy. If I felt extra sexy, I'd come two or three times during the night. I 
hardly had any privacy at home, so when I got over there for baby-sitting I 
was really all set for a lot of sexing. 

"I lay back on the couch, placed the handle of my hairbrush between my 
thighs and squeezed. My jeans seemed to be too thick to feel the handle 
against my pussy, so I unbuttoned the fly and placed the handle against my 
cotton panties. Just then there was a soft knock on the door. God, did that 
scare me! My face got hot as hell, and I froze for several moments, 
expecting the D-s to come walking in on me. 

The knock came again and I jumped up, buttoned my jeans with shaking hands 
and went to see who it was. 

"My body was shaking all over from fear and surprise, let alone residue of 
sexual excitement still flowing through me. I peeked through a crack in the 
window shade to see who was on the porch. There was an amber light which 
cast funny shadows when somebody stood out there in the dark, but I could 
tell who this was. The book salesman. 

"My heart was racing and I panted uncontrollably. My first thought was that 
he came back to see the D-s, but then I remembered that they left together, 
so he knew they were out for the evening. Then he must have come back 
because he knew I was alone. The thought made me more excited ... and more 
apprehensive. I was so confused I didn't know whether to answer the door or 
not. If he got discouraged he would go away and I could return to playing 
with myself, which was all I wanted to do at the moment. But then again, I 
thought, maybe he showed up to play with me himself. 

"I opened the door a little and said, 'Yes?' He smiled real friendly like 
and said, 'I've seen my last customer for the night and thought maybe I'd 
stop by. Figured you might want some company for a while.' I was scared, but 
I wanted to let him in. Being an older man, and all, it wasn't like some kid 
from school stopped by. I got kind of scared thinking he might overpower me 
or hurt me or something. I didn't know what to do, really. My cunt was 
aching for more pressings, and him standing there made me all the more hot, 
even though I was confused. 

"He shifted his large briefcase to the other hand, smiling more. 'I'm not 
the local murderer,' he said, laughing. 'I'm not going to hurt you, but I 
could use a rest for a while and a glass of water.' 

" 'Okay,' I mumbled, and opened the door for him. He slipped by as I glanced 
around to see if any neighbors were watching. He wasn't as tall as I had 
first thought. In fact, he was quite short, only about three inches taller 
than I. 

"He stood in the middle of the small shabby living room as I went to the 
kitchen to run the water. When I returned with a small glass filled to the 
brim, he was still standing in the same spot. His fingers brushed mine as he 
took the glass, and a warm thunderbolt of sex shot down to my cunt. Setting 
the empty glass on a battered end table, he plopped on the couch and 
stretched his legs out. 

" 'You do this often?' he inquired. 

" 'Every Saturday,' I said, barely able to speak. 

" 'Don't you ever have any boyfriends over?' he asked. 

"I was getting warmer and warmer while he talked. I sat one cushion away 
frgm him. 'No,' I said, looking at the briefcase. 'I don't have any 
boyfriends.' 

"My thighs were moving in and out uncontrollably. Partly from nervousness 
and partly from wanting to keep up my level of sexual excitement. There was 
a long pause, then he moved next to me. 

" 'When we were kids, we'd have all kinds of friends over while 
baby-sitting. We sure had some good times. We'd play spin-the-bottle, post 
office and all kinds of kissing games,' he said, smiling at me. Sitting 
down, we were the same height. I turned my flushed face towards his. 

" 'I've never played those games,' I said, somewhat self-consciously. 'I 
guess I've never even necked. My dad's pretty strict.' 

"The warmth of his body next to mine was sending wave after wave of exciting 
feelings through my whole body. I never felt so strange and excited before. 
His arm moved very slowly up and around my shoulder. I didn't move. I 
couldn't move. I was breathing so heavy, and my heart was pounding so hard I 
thought it might scare him. But he just sat quietly, rubbing his hand on my 
arm. I stared straight ahead, not knowing what to expect, unable to do or 
say anything. My cunt was flowing like mad. My whole body felt as though it 
were glowing red. 

"I guess he figured I passed the test, so he leaned his head against mine, 
knowing that I liked his touch. I got even hotter. This was the first time a 
boy had ever put his arm around me affectionately. Then I began thinking 
about all the stories my friends had told me, about how they necked and 
petted. Shit, I thought, it's about time I had something hot to tell them! 

"I thought of all the tricks my girl friends had told me they had used to 
get guys to handle them and make out. This encouraged me to say what came 
from my quivering mouth next. 'Do you know how babies are born?' I said, 
quite innocently. My heart jumped. I was taking the big step. I couldn't 
turn back now. This was the opportunity of a lifetime and my heart raced 
faster knowing what could happen. 

"He turned his head toward me. I could feel his hot breath on my cheek. God, 
I was burning up. I've never been so sexually excited in my life. Almost 
whispering, he said, 'Better than that, I can show you.' I was thrilled with 
his answer! I was really going to make out for the first time. 

"I took a deep breath and enticed him further. 'What does a husband do to 
his wife when he starts the thing?' I asked, my heart beating so loud that 
even I could hear it. 

" 'Well,' he whispered, 'first he does this,' and his hand slipped from my 
arm to the top of my sweater, pressing on my little breast. He pressed 
gently and squeezed several times. A thrill unknown to me rushed throughout 
my tender body. I was beginning to know what sex was really like and he was 
going to go all the way if I had to strip right then and there. There was 
really no turning back now. I had to have his hands on my naked body. 

" 'But don't they do this when she's nude?' I whispered, panting through my 
words. He answered yes, and I reached for the bottom of my sweater. Pulling 
it off, I turned my back to him slightly as I reached back to unhook my bra. 
I folded it so he wouldn't see the padding, and placed it on the floor out 
of sight. My small titties stood out proud, the nipples hard and deep red. 

" 'Now do it,' I said. His hand reached up and grabbed one of my tits. The 
warmth of his hand was excruciatingly beautiful. My nipples swelled under 
his touch as he slowly squeezed and massaged those little but full titties 
of mine. Each time his fingers brushed the nipple my clitoris throbbed and 
ached. I began to move against his hand, yearning for more contact. I 
squirmed and twisted beneath his gentle touch. 

"Then I remembered what my girl friends had told me about a man's penis 
getting long and hard. I looked down at his pants, and his was poking up, 
bobbing and moving inside. I summoned more courage and slowly moved my hand 
across his thigh. His hot breath was directed in my ear now, and it kept me 
swirling with sexual excitement between my legs. My small hand crept closer 
and closer to that mysterious member until my fingertips touched the very 
tip. It moved in my hand. Excitedly I grabbed it firmly and squeezed, just 
as my girl friends described themselves doing with other boys. It felt 
strangely good, and right. A wonderful thrill of discovery and womanliness 
crept over me as I held his adult prick in my hand. This meant that he was 
mine, all mine! 

"He moaned quietly and said, 'That feels good. Your hand feels good on me, 
beautiful.' I kept squeezing his prick, feeling the coarse material of his 
pants separating me from the flesh. I wanted to know what it really felt 
like. From here on in I would constantly think of each step, just as the 
other girls had described over and over. I knew what to do and I would 
perform each thing in order. 

"I reached for his zipper and slowly pulled it down all the way. His stiff 
prick made a tent inside of his shorts. My hand found its way into the 
opening of his shorts and pulled that stiff hot flesh out into the open. It 
was magnificent! I had never seen such a beautiful thing in all my life. His 
prick was not huge, like my friends had described. This one was nice and 
manageable, just big enough for my hand to grab and move where I wanted it 
to. 

"His hands squeezed my tits harder as I shoved the loose skin of his prick 
up and down. It was fascinating and wild. No wonder everybody talked so much 
about sex. This was really fantastic. 

"That stiff piece of flesh in my hand made my clitoris harder and made it 
ache more. I could feel my panties getting sopped. My cunt was opening wider 
and wider, aching with desire, wanting to be caressed and loved. I couldn't 
stand it any longer and began unbuttoning my jeans. I hooked my thumbs in my 
panties and pulled them and the jeans off. I was totally naked, my tender 
white body nestled next to him on the couch. 

" 'Oh, you sweet sexy thing, you,' he whispered. 'You little sexy piece of 
flesh.' 

"I grabbed a firm hold of his prick again and began to jack him off faster. 
His hands were all over me, rubbing my flat tummy, my thighs, my hips. Every 
place he touched me was more sensitive than the last, my body was on fire 
with lust. 

"I tried to coax him to put his fingers in my wet cunt. The words barely 
came out. 'Doesn't ... the husband ... put his hand,' I was panting so hard 
I could hardly speak, 'between the girl's legs?' 

"His smooth fingers rubbed their way into the crevice. My legs flew apart 
automatically to expose as much of my cunt to his hand as possible. He 
cupped my little lightly-haired pussy in his hot hand and squeezed. I 
thought I would come, the feeling was so intense. 

" 'Inside, inside,' I whispered through moanings and gasps. I felt the lips 
of my pussy being parted and a finger sliding up and down, brushing my stiff 
hard sex button. I thought I'd go through the ceiling! 'Oh, God, that's 
good,' I whispered. 'Don't stop. Don't stop ... keep doing it ... oh, God, 
that's so good ... don't stop ... don't stop.' 

"My head was spinning with passion. My hand, which held his beautiful piece 
of flesh, was moving faster. My body thrashed and slid back and forth along 
the cushion as we wildly played with each other's body. Suddenly there was 
hot electricity shooting down to my cunt that-started from high in my body. 
He was sucking on one of my nipples and the feeling was so intense that I 
opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out. Flash after flash of hot 
lightning traveled the length of my entire body and exploded in and around 
my hard sex button. My hips raised upward, swiveling and jerking against his 
gentle fingers. A blinding flash of light crossed my closed eyelids. It came 
again and again. My small body whipped in all directions as this never 
before experienced orgasm seared the inside of my soft body, sending bolts 
of electricity into every part. My arms, legs and hips flailed in all 
directions, as the fantastic explosion sent me spinning and whirling into 
the heavens. 

"I was crying hysterically, tears streaming down my cheeks. He cuddled me 
into his arms, his strong tender arms, and pressed my sensitive little body 
against him. I sobbed uncontrollably on his shoulder, buckets of tears 
pouring onto his jacket. 

"Then everything was still. He was petting my head, sweetly caressing my 
silky hair, kissing and whispering that everything was all right. I gave a 
few more whimpers and stopped. He cupped my head delicately in his hands, 
pulled my face directly in line with his and kissed me all over my cheeks 
and lips. 

" 'Everything's okay,' he said, smiling. 'Everything's just fine, baby. Just 
fine.' 

" 'But why am I crying?' I said, half scared that something terrible had 
happened to me while I came. Ignorance was crushing the bliss. 

" 'It's all part of being a girl,' he said. 'You're just not used to it yet. 
But you're more of a woman than you think.' 

"That made me feel better. Guy! Me becoming a woman already! I sure felt 
different than 

I did the day before. Sex sure does something to you, doesn't it?" 

Aside from recognizing certain obsessive-compulsive reactions and a 
decidedly dangerous lack of caution, it is quite difficult to determine 
whether there is any actual psychopathological aspect to the development of 
Judy's sexuality. 

Changing values in a culture are mediated by ever new generations of 
adolescents devising differing values from their parents as they mature. 
This momentum for necessary change has its psychological frictions in 
disturbed and disturbing adolescents, but not all that is disturbing is 
disturbed. 

This point deserves underscoring. The line between normal and abnormal is 
very vague. Most adolescents have assorted situation, developmental, and 
adjustment reactions. Indeed, as Anna Freud said, Adolescence is by its 
nature an interruption of peaceful growth, and the upholding of a steady 
equilibrium during the adolescent process is in itself abnormal. 1 

1) Freud, Anna. Ego and Mechanisms of Defense. New York: International 
Universities Press, 1944. 

One may expect the adolescent to behave in an inconsistent and unpredictable 
manner, and one may be concerned about the child who shows no alteration in 
behavior through adolescence. In the same paper she pointed out that it is 
not yet possible to predict from a knowledge of earlier life development 
what adolescent development will bring. There are simply too many new 
variables. The arena of life in which adolescence is played is much larger 
than the family. It introduces political, social and sexual problems of such 
immensity that they become differences of kind. 

In regards to the obsessive-compulsive tendencies we have noted in Judy's 
behavior, the anxiety aroused by the unconscious conflict she is going 
through is counteracted by the occurrence of thoughts (obsessions), acts or 
impulses to act (compulsions), or mixtures of both which are all isolated 
from the original, unacceptable impulse, which we have no doubt is oedipally 
oriented. In this sort of situation the adolescent often recognizes that her 
ideas or behavior are unreasonable, but is, nevertheless, compelled to 
repeat her rituals. Often the external behavior represents the opposite of 
the unconscious wish, as with excessive orderliness and washing compulsions 
overlying impulses to soil and mess. Counting and touching ceremonials or 
recurrent thoughts appear frequently, resulting in marked anxiety if these 
are interfered with by the parents or other persons. This form of behavior 
includes many cases formerly classified as psychiatric psychasthenia, in 
which phobias, compulsions, and obsessions were accompanied by doubts, 
timidity, and depressions. It is often considered that a general lowering of 
the "psychological force" is the basic cause of this difficulty, and it is 
felt that the condition has some relation to induced epilepsy, of which it 
is perhaps a milder form. 

Early in his studies, Freud began to notice connections between hysteria and 
obsessional neurosis. In the earlier work, he referred to them both as 
defense neuroses, and later they became the transference neuroses. He 
regarded the transposition of affects that brought about the clinical 
pictures in obsessional neuroses as equivalent to the conversion of affects 
that operated in hysteria. He very soon related them both as originating 
from infantile sex experiences, and in the seduction hypothesis he outlined 
a schematic relationship in which the premature exposure to sexuality, if 
passive or unpleasura-ble, led to the development of hysteria, whereas if 
active or pleasurable, led to an obsessional neurosis characterized by 
self-reproach for the sexual aggressiveness involved, even though this 
self-reproach was often unconscious, in the form of guilt feelings. 

With his discovery of the Oedipus complex Freud attributed the development 
of hysteria to a direct repression of the oedipal wishes, and the 
development of obsessional neurosis to a regression to the anal-sadistic 
levels of infantile sexuality. Eventually he delineated the psychopathology 
of the obsessional neurosis in terms of anal erotism and sadism, which he 
linked together, bisexuality, defense mechanisms of isolation, undoing, and 
reaction formation, unusual intellectual drives, and premature ego 
development. 

According to psychoanalytic theory, obsessions are the consequence of 
release of repressed instinctual impulses and wishes from the unconscious. 
The released elements are transferred to the sphere of the consciousness in 
conjunction with some idea or set of ideas that have no presumptive 
relationship to the unconscious impulse, so that the adolescent is unable to 
understand why she should be obsessed in this way. The reaction is 
interpreted as a defense against aggressive and sexual impulses, especially 
those relating to the Oedipus complex. 

"The next weekend I happily went to the D-s' with a clever plan in mind for 
luring a lover over to the house. I figured if it worked once, I'd have my 
own sex pad every Saturday. 

"I got on the phone and started dialing numbers, any numbers. I just dialed. 
If a woman answered I hung up and dialed again. When a guy answered I would 
start talking sexy-like to see if he was available. I hit a lot of married 
men who were home with their families, I guess, 'cause they brushed me off 
like some crank. 

"Then, on about the ninth call, this man answered. Guy! Did he have a groovy 
voice. I started talking to him, asking him what he was doing and all, and 
he stayed on the phone talking to me for several minutes. To make sure I 
wasn't wasting my time, I asked him if he was married and he said no. So I 
told him what a sexy voice he had, and I was wondering if he looked as sexy 
as his voice. He fell for it, and asked me where I was. 

"About twenty minutes later there was a knock on the door. I peeked out from 
the blind to see this man in his thirties, wearing a sport shirt and work 
pants standing on the porch. I opened the door, my pulse racing like mad. 

" 'Judy?' he said. 

" 'Yes,' I answered. 'Come on in.' 

"The guy looked at me very curiously. 'You're just a kid,' he snorted out of 
the side of his mouth. 

"I turned my back, swiveling my hips as I walked to the couch, and sat. 'You 
didn't seem to think so on the phone,' I answered. He looked at my slim legs 
which were showing from under a mini skirt. His eyes drifted upwards to the 
thin cotton blouse. As he did his examining from a distance, I began 
unbuttoning the blouse. He closed the door and just stared. 

" 'My God, how old are you?' he asked. 

"Playing the part, I said, 'Old enough.' 

"My blouse was completely unbuttoned now. 'You don't have to worry,' I said, 
as the blouse fell open wider. 'No one will be home for at least four hours. 
I'm baby-sitting.' 

"His face seemed to relax a little as he kept looking at my open blouse, 
then at my legs. Finally I put on my sexy voice again and said, 'Aren't you 
interested in knowing what's in here?' indicating my bare chest. That got 
him. He walked over slowly and sat down next to me. 

"Since last week I had been talking with some of my more hip girl friends, 
pumping them for information about seducing fellows. They naturally 
volunteered information like crazy, bragging how they developed various 
techniques in various situations, like in the movie house, in the car, at 
home. I was really equipped now. 

"I looked at him, smiling like I knew him for ages, and said, 'You're really 
handsome. I mean it. You're really good looking.' 

"He smiled kind of shyly and said, 'You're very pretty. Very pretty.' His 
eyes kept glancing down between the open parts of my blouse, searching every 
inch of the bared flesh. I didn't have enough there to form a cleavage, yet, 
but he could see there was sufficient tit to protrude and look at. I had 
removed my bra and panties before he arrived, so all I had on was that 
flimsy blouse and short skirt. 

"I licked my lips to make them shine, then turned to him. 'Do you like 
girls?' I asked, innocently. 

"One side of his mouth curled up in a half smile. 'Most,' he said, as though 
he wasn't sure whether or not he was going to stay. 

"I placed my hand on his thigh and began rubbing it slowly. He just stared 
into my eyes, as though waiting for something to tell him to do what I 
wanted him to do. But I was well armed that night. I had a dozen ploys I 
would use to break him down. My tongue moved across my lips, wetting them 
more. 'I'll bet you kiss nice,' I purred. 'You've got sexy lips. I know I'm 
not as old as most of the girls you're used to, but it won't hurt to see 
what it feels like to kiss me.' 

"He leaned over slowly and placed his lips against mine, softly, hesitantly. 
I sucked his mouth hard and slipped my tongue inside and moved it around. He 
began to breathe heavily, sucking harder on my lips. I raised one arm and 
placed it around his shoulders, pulling him to me. My body was beginning to 
respond to his masculine body. Warm feelings of sexual excitement began 
sweeping through my entire being. We were enjoying each other's kiss; the 
big obstacle had been overcome. From here on in it was smooth sailing. 

"I felt his hand reach in and cup my breast. It felt so good to be taken by 
a man, to have him touch me and make me feel like he owned me. His hand 
moved around, massaging my tit, squeezing and pressing. Then he gently moved 
the tips of his fingers to my nipple. My hips jerked like a reflex as 
electricity shot down to my clitoris. He began playing with the nipple and I 
moaned, kissing him harder. As his fingers gently pressed and twisted that 
stiff nipple, my hips began moving and sliding on the cushion. I had no 
control over them, they just moved and squirmed around with hot pleasure. I 
was so hot I didn't care what he did to me next. I just didn't want his 
hands to leave my soft body. 

"He wrapped his arms around my bare waist and squeezed me to his chest. God, 
did I feel loved. My whole body was on fire, yearning for him to pet me all 
over, to feel his fingers explore parts of my body that hadn't been touched 
by a man yet. His hands moved up my back, rubbing me all over, turning me on 
something fierce. I threw both arms around his neck and squeezed him 
tighter, moving my head back and forth, rubbing lips and sucking hard. 

"His strong hands moved down, surely, slowly, finding the zipper to my skirt 
which he pulled down. I raised myself slightly to enable him to slip it off 
onto the floor. I was in my naked glory, thrilled at my conquest. His hands 
caressed my small hips, moving over to my thighs and into my crotch. He was 
breathing hard, sucking on my small tongue, setting me ablaze with each 
touch of his hand. My cunt juices were pouring like mad. I could feel my 
cunt opening and closing in spasms of sexual joy. There was nothing I 
wouldn't do for him, to keep these fires burning in my cunt. Now I was his, 
the more experienced one, to learn from, to experience anything new he might 
have to teach me. 

"His fingers rubbed the insides of my wet cunt lips, each movement firing 
hotter and hotter passion deep in my pussy, an aching desire to have 
something put in there to relieve the terrible longing. Now he was making 
love to me with all the passion and aggression I had heard about but never 
experienced. I was limp, moaning into his sexy mouth with each movement of 
his hand within my sex hole. Every cell of my pussy lips responded with more 
intense passion as his fingers rubbed and gently squeezed those fleshy lips 
with loving tenderness. 

"I hung on to his strong neck for dear life, lost in a drunken passion I 
didn't know my young body was capable of experiencing. As one hand continued 
to slide up and down my little cunt, his other hand gently pulled me away so 
that our passionate kiss was broken. I looked at him helplessly through 
tear-filled eyes, caused by the intense joy of his exciting fingers. 

"His lips parted slightly and he whispered something that I could barely 
hear from the numbness of passion surging through me. 'Has anyone ever gone 
down on you?' he said. I answered no. 'Have you ever gone down on anyone?' I 
shook my head weakly, not able to speak as his fingers never stopped sending 
passion into my cunt. 

" 'Then I'm going to show you,' he whispered, and kissed my slender neck. A 
bolt of lightning shot down to my clitoris as his lips left my skin. I lay 
back against the couch while he quickly stripped. My eyes were closed, 
unable to stay open for a moment as passion kept surging through me with 
each gasp of breath. 

"In a moment his lovely hand was back in my pussy, rubbing and lightly 
pinching. He was driving me crazy with all of this teasing. I wanted 
something more, much more to take away the urgent feeling that was making my 
insides crying for relief. 

"He slipped an arm around my waist and kissed me hard, swirling his tongue 
around the insides of my lips. Oh God! I was melting by inches. I didn't 
know so much of me could be so sexually sensitive. My hips moved in circles, 
helplessly caught in his hypnotizing caress. We parted lips as he removed by 
blouse. 

"Again he spoke, but I could only understand meanings. It was as though the 
words weren't words but sounds that sent shivers of passion over my little 
excited body. 'You go down on me first, then I'll go down on you,' he said. 
'If you don't like doing it, tell me, and you can make me come another way.' 
He took me by the shoulders and guided me in a kneeling position in front of 
him. My hands reached forward and seized his huge penis hungrily. I had a 
mad desire to make love to that throbbing swollen piece of flesh that 
pointed so strongly and manly upwards, bobbing and pulsating with sex. 

"His hands reached forward and took both of my nipples firmly. My clitoris 
grew harder and throbbed with aching passion. Jesus, I didn't know if I 
could take any more teasing without him making me come. Both of my stiff 
nipples were being pinched and squeezed at the same time, sending bolts of 
sexual sensations into my throbbing pussy. 

" 'Put your mouth to me,' he said, coaxing me on. I didn't need any coaxing. 
I dove for his hard flesh with a vengeance, sucking the purple head of his 
prick into my mouth. He moaned as my lips sucked his sweetness in, licking 
and tasting that beautiful stalk of manliness. His hard flesh felt so sexy 
inside my wet hot mouth as I twisted and turned my head, trying to devour 
all of his silky smooth prick. I loved the texture and firmness of that 
beautiful hunk of meat as it caressed the" insides of my mouth. With each 
pinch on my swollen nipples I craved to suck harder, to taste this thing of 
joy that gave me such pleasure. I was reeling with ecstasy, sucking with the 
hunger of a baby at its mother's breast, never losing contact for a moment, 
never wanting this warm spongy thing to leave my lips. 

"His hot prick began to swell larger in my warm mouth, signaling that he was 
about to come. I knew what to expect and it heightened my passion. He moaned 
loudly as his sweet hard flesh jerked violently in my hands, gushing his hot 
come into my loving mouth. I swallowed his love juice as fast as it spurt, 
sucking and reeling almost hysterically. His hands never left my titties. I 
was absolutely his, and he was mine. 

"As his prick began to get soft, nestling itself into his matted hair, I 
continued to suck and lick as he moaned over and over. I could have stayed 
there forever, sucking on that delicious hunk of manhood. But he moved my 
head away, forcing me to let go of his body, and said, 'Now I'll do you, you 
sweet sex pot. Oh, you little bitch you. Am I going to make you come.' 

"We switched places, me on the couch and he on the floor. His hands slid 
under my ass and pulled my creamy pussy to his mouth. As his tongue licked 
the full length of my slit I thought I was going to faint. The thrilling 
sensations that poured through my body were unbearable. The intensity was 
such that I thought I would never feel normal again. Even the soles of my 
feet were burning. 

" 'Oh, God, I can't stand anymore,' I whimpered, as his soft caressing 
tongue licked up and down, rubbing my clitoris, causing excruciating 
pleasure to flow in ripples all through me. 'Oh, Jesus, what are you doing 
to me?' I cried. 'It's too much ... oh, God ... I can't stand it ... don't 
stop, please ... oh, God I can't take anymore!' 

"Then another new sensation tore through my passionate body. He was inching 
a finger slowly into my cunt hole. My hips raised upwards, then jerked to 
the side, around and around they thrashed, trying to make his finger touch 
all of me inside. I was totally dizzy with all the things he was doing to my 
cunt. I heard nor saw nothing; I just felt ... my body was one mass of 
sexual fire, burning with lust from the inside out, crying for him to stop, 
then not to stop. I was insane with pleasure! 

"Then, suddenly, my whole being felt lifted into the heavens as the swirling 
hot passion exploded into a climax. I clapped my hand over my mouth to 
muffle the scream that never seemed to end. I could feel my body whipping in 
all directions as the most fantastic climax I had ever experienced shook me 
like a rag doll. I screamed and screamed as he continued to poke his finger 
in and out of my small cunt and suck on my joy button. 

"Then there was nothing. The madness ended. No hand or tongue touched me. No 
more spinning or swirling in my gut. There was peace. Sweet silence and 
peace. Calm waters and soft sand. 

"My limp body was slumped down, legs spread awkwardly. I raised my heavy 
lids in an effort to touch reality once more. A smiling face met mine and 
kissed me on the forehead. Then darkness and heavy air covered me. 

"I don't know how long I had slept, but when I awoke and realized that I was 
naked, I jumped up and quickly put on my clothes. I was alone and frightened 
that the D-s may have already come home, seen me like this and just gone to 
bed. I quickly ran into the kitchen to look at the clock. Oh, thank God! It 
was only eleven. They wouldn't be back for an hour or two. 

"I lay back on the couch, thinking of what had happened this evening, all 
the new thrills I had experienced and the cleverness with which I had 
seduced a man into making love to me. I was so proud of myself! Guy! I'll 
bet the other girls don't have a story like mine. 

"For the rest of the week I could think of nothing but what happened that 
last Saturday. This was the most glorious thing that ever happened to me in 
my entire life. While in school I couldn't concentrate. My thoughts 
continued to go back to the couch, to my sucking his prick, to him sucking 
and fingering me. I was in a constant state of sexual excitement that kept 
me from thinking about anything but naked bodies, pricks, titties, and 
cunts. The whole world was suddenly made up of people playing with each 
other, sucking on cocks and clitorises, squeezing and pinching tits, kissing 
and sucking on tongues. Every man I looked at was a potential lover: every 
girl I saw was a secret seducer. So this is what the world was really all 
about, I thought. Who needs school or parents or anything? Shit, all a 
person needs is to have somebody, a body to play with and to play with you. 

"I couldn't wait for the weekend to arrive. When I awoke Saturday morning I 
was in agony waiting for the sun to go down so that I could go baby-sitting 
and get another man to make love with. I paced the floor, watching 
television one minute, rearranging my room the next. I was like a cat on a 
hot tin roof. 

"It was finally six forty-five-time to leave for my love nest. I packed a 
few extra pieces of make-up so that I could doll up and really look as 
mature as possible. I was whistling and humming happily. My dad kept giving 
me funny looks, trying to keep from saying something like, 'What the hell's 
with you?' But I ignored him and just went on about my business. 

"After arriving at the D-s, I proceeded to make myself up. I had to admit, I 
am a pretty girl, and with mascara, lipstick, and eyeliner I can really be 
beautiful. After about a half hour of dolling up I went to the phone to make 
my calls. I hit some real bummers for about ten minutes, then I got this 
older sounding man. I'd say he sounded about as old as my dad. He seemed 
interested in talking to me. I didn't know if he was putting me on at first, 
but as we continued to talk it was obvious he was dead serious. Then I 
turned the conversation to sex, to see if he was still interested. 

" 'Do you like girls?' I purred into the phone. 

"He laughed and said, 'I sure do, honey. Are you a girl or a woman?' 

"That threw me! After a short pause I came back with, 'Both. I'm a girl 
who's a woman. Does that sound interesting?' 

"He laughed again, like he was playing games with me. Then he said, 'Well, I 
like anything that's female. That is, females who know they're females. I 
hope that's why you called.' 

"'That's why I called,' I said confidently, 'and I'd like the opportunity of 
proving to you that I am female. Why don't you come on over and see for 
yourself?' 

"He must've lived right close by, because it couldn't have been more than 
ten minutes after I gave him the address that there was a knock on the door. 
I peeked out through the shade to see a man who I'd say was fortyish, 
graying at the temples, and had a little pot on him. I patted my hair to 
smooth down any loose fly-away locks and opened the door. 

"He stepped in, eyeing me all over while I smiled glowingly at him. Taking 
his hand in mine I led him to the couch. 'You don't have to worry about 
anything,' I assured him, 'I'm babysitting, and we have many hours to be 
alone.' He must have been dumbfounded by my manner, because he sat there 
with his mouth open, not saying a word. 

" 'Just relax,' I said, 'I'll be right back.' As I left the living room I 
turned the floor lamp off, which was next to the couch, and headed into the 
kitchen. This left the living room semi-dark, with only the kitchen light 
spilling dimly across the floor. A moment later I reappeared in the doorway, 
naked, allowing my silhouette to get his attention. 

"There was a noticeably sharp movement of his head as he realized that the 
form in the dimly lit archway was nude. I walked slowly toward him, swinging 
my hips rhythmically. As my sleek naked body stood in front of him, I could 
see beads of perspiration forming on his forehead. Taking one of his hands 
and placing it on my little ass, I said, 'Am I female enough for you?' 

"He petted and squeezed my cheek, which made me warm all over. He kept 
petting my ass, making me hotter and hotter. Then he suddenly let go and 
began tearing his clothes off. I never saw a person get undressed so fast in 
my life. When he was completely naked, he gasped, 'You may be too small to 
fuck, baby, but you and me are gonna have a good time anyway.' 

"I grabbed his half swollen prick and started jacking him off. Those 
familiar stirrings of passion came back to my little body as the soft flesh 
in my hand became harder. I could feel the juices flowing and my clitoris, 
that magic sex button of mine, throbbing and swelling. I dropped to my knees 
and kissed the head of his hot prick. My pussy started its aching again, 
that hungry feeling for relief. 

"He took my face in his hands. 'Wait a minute, honey,' he said, 'We're gonna 
suck each other. I want to taste your sweet pussy while I'm in your mouth. 
We'll do it together.' That meant sixty-nining, something I had always been 
curious about. The thought of us sucking on each other at the same time got 
me more excited. We were both breathing heavily, touching our bodies, 
getting each other more and more passionate. 

"He lay down on the couch, flat on his back and motioned me over. I 
straddled his head and lowered my mouth to that beautiful protruding rod, 
stiff and waiting for my love. The light was just dim enough to show 
outlines and skin textures. It was really romantic. Suddenly there was a 
bolt of hot liquid plunging into my tummy as he sucked my clitoris into his 
mouth. I plunged my lips down on that tender flesh, enveloping his throbbing 
prick with my wet mouth. As he sucked and nibbled my sensitive sex flesh, 
his hands massaged the small cheeks of my ass. It felt so good. My little 
ass was so sensitive to his fingers. 

"We both moaned and sucked harder, each moving and squirming from all the 
beautiful feelings. He ran his finger up and down my pussy lips and into the 
crack of my fleshy ass. I groaned loudly as his wet finger brushed my 
ass-hole. God! I didn't know my ass-hole could be so sensitive! This was 
something else, new and exciting and wildly different. I felt like a 
goddess, given the power to be so sensual in so many parts of my body. 

"As my tongue swirled and licked his prick, he continued to suck my clitoris 
and rub that wet finger around my ass-hole. Shivers of passion shook my body 
at this new stimulation. My ass wiggled and jerked in his firm caressing 
hands. My ass felt so hot and sexy, like I wanted to be fucked in it. My 
whole ass and cunt swayed with delirious sex. This different kind of 
stimulation was building me to a climax faster and faster. I moaned, and 
twisted my little body around in circles, desperate for more and more 
touching and sucking. I wanted him to swallow me, his sucking and poking was 
so good. 

"Just as I thought my climax was coming in slow mounting waves, he slipped 
his finger all the way into my ass and I came in an instant, exploding in 
what seemed every part of my body. I tried to scream, but his silky-skinned 
prick muffled my cries. At that moment his big penis spurted its love come 
full into my mouth. 

"Sex is so fantastic, I don't think I could ever stop making out with any 
guy who wanted to. Each time I make love with a different man there is 
always something new, something exciting that I didn't experience with any 
of the others. I don't see how any girl can keep away from it just because 
somebody says they should. Christ! That's like not ever having ice cream 
again or a piece of candy." 

It isn't difficult to recognize the germinal stage of nymphomania in Judy's 
case. It is not yet actual, particularly if one considers frigidity as an 
essential requisite of the said emotional affliction; yet, unless the girl 
begins to control her promiscuous urges, there is the possibility that her 
libido will undergo a saturation effect whereby she will seek more and more 
sexual episodes to satisfy her less and less satiable needs. Extensive 
therapy is indicated. 

CONCLUSION 

Young girls who consciously become involved in the seduction of older men 
must be, for lack of anything better, termed psychopathological and 
psychosexual delinquents. 

The straight use of the term "delinquency" suffers from a looseness of 
definition. It may include all deviant behavior among the young, ranging 
from actions that are classed as criminal among adults, such as assault and 
robbery, to offenses that are strictly age-related, such as truancy, 
drinking and sexual activities. 

The forms of sexual delinquency, such as those we have examined in this 
book, have steadily increased in almost every country in the world. It 
appears to be a feature of modern industrial society, in which rapid 
technological change, high rates of mobility, and the conditions of urban 
life result in social instability, what sociologists refer to as anomie, or 
normlessness. The concept of anomie, however, is insufficient to account for 
the various forms of deviance both between and within cultures. 

The essential idea in the theories about delinquency in the early 1950's was 
that some defect or distortion in the conscience was present. Most experts 
thought that this abnormality was caused by a constitutional inability to 
develop an inner control system, by identification with a pathological 
parent or parent figure, by severe and cruel social and emotionally 
traumatic experiences in a particular social or cultural group, or by some 
combination of these factors. Healy and Bonner, pioneers in the field, 
thought that parental coldness was the major factor. However, Szurek and 
Johnson demonstrated in their clinical work the high probability of the 
existence of specific defects in the conscience.1 

The Johnson-Szurek thesis is that the antisocial behavior in the adolescent 
is encouraged unconsciously by a parent or parents who participate in the 
process, vicariously gain pleasure in the adolescents' deeps, and subtly 
carry out their own unconscious hostile, destructive and deviant sexual 
feelings toward the child. 

Current ideas about the psychopathology in delinquent behavior usually 
contain these four elements: 

1) Johnson A. M. and Szurek, S. A. "The Genesis of Antisocial Acting Out In 
Children and Adults." Psychoanalytical Quarterly, 21: 323, 1952. 

(I) The child feels significant emotional deprivation and strongly resents 
it. 

(2) The child cannot establish his own range of skills because his parents 
have not set limits for him. 

(3) The parents, especially the mother, are very often overstimulating and 
inconsistent in their attitudes toward the child. 

(4) The child's behavior usually represents a vicarious source of pleasure 
and gratification for a parent and is often an expression of the parent's 
unconscious hostility toward the child, as the behavior is either overtly or 
covertly self-destructive to the child. 

The prognosis in treating antisocial and dyssocial reactions in the 
psychosexual area such as we have been concerned with here is only poor to 
fair. The main factor in increasing the chance for a complete readjustment 
to a normal psychosexual attitude rests with both the child and the parents 
being motivated towards a genuine exploration of the underlying sources of 
the undesirable behavior, aided, of course, by competent psychiatric help. 

THE END
