Life Magazine reported recently that, "The unique aspects of the current manifestation (of nudity) are based in attitude rather than in epidermis. Today's public seems to be expected to understand (though by whom one is hard put to say) that nakedness is no longer shocking; it is just, in most cases, 'terribly camp.' "
Some arm-chair philosophers like to point out to the youngsters that overexposure of the body makes it less attractive and that clothing hides such privacies, thus giving them an intriguing aura.
One of the best answers to this argument was recently published by Holiday Magazine stating in part that: Of course that's exactly the argument many people use in favor of clothes. If we all went around naked, they say, we would be less exciting to each other. This is demonstrably untrue and indicates a shocking lack of faith in the very instinct that is presumably being defended. Good-looking girls are always good-looking, especially without a stitch on. Sexual attraction is not based on curiosity; on the contrary, familiarity breeds, in this particular case, nothing but affection. I believe we should divest our minds of enervating modesties whenever possible; and one of the best ways to do this is to live for a while among people whose dignity doesn't hang by a few threads."
Farther along in the same article, the Holiday writer also stated that, "Shame and guilt can be deliberately produced in people by clothing them, and these emotions can be used as a cement in building the edifices we call civilization."
Perhaps the current younger generation is melting the cement.
According to Time Magazine, "Swedes practice nudism with erotic grace, the French with gay abandon; British nudists even manage to shed the stiff upper lip." And, if my survey proves anything, the American teenager practices it in most cases with naked lust and floppy lips.
But teenagers' aversion to clothes shouldn't come as any surprise to a large segment of the American society. According to Ann Landers, many housewives do their housework in the nude. In fact, the professional nudists organized these ladies into a group known as Jaybirds Anonymous of Van Nuys, California. The society listed over 2,000 dues paying members in 1966.
There were 25,000 nudists in this country in 1961. That number has probably quadrupled since then. "The whole thing is probably some kind of regression," one New York psychiatrist told Newsweek. This running around naked in large groups, this volleyball playing, these are proper to three-year-olds. Sexuality here is only symbolically included-the people are naked, after all, so it is there-but at the same time it is being specifically denied. It is the same mechanism as exhibitionism and voyeurism."
However, many current exponents of the new nude psychotherapy sessions might disagree with him, as examined later in this work.
The truth is that contemporary youngsters are more rebelliously aware of their bodies than ever before and more eager to find ways to use their flesh; the more bizarre the better in most cases.
Today, youngsters cannot understand why near-nudity is fine on the beaches, yet the complete lack of clothes isn't. They cannot grasp why it is all right for a woman to go around naked from the waist up waiting on tables, in good restaurants, yet it is not permissible for that same woman or another one to walk down the street the same way.
As far as the teenage swap clubs are concerned, the modern student probably knows more about sex than his father ever dreamed of knowing at the same age. But, then his father was probably born during or at the end of the depression, when working and getting bread for the table were the main interest.
Youngsters today have an easy life. The only problems they have to worry about in most cases are in planning how to have a good time, and they can manage that with little difficulty. Even the age-old problem of pregnancy has been cured by modern technology. A girl no longer has to worry about have to marriages, if she is smart.
The Pill is easily obtained on the open market, even through the facade of prescriptions. But more than just experimentation with sex, teenagers feel a sense of rebellion. They are tired of the hypocrisy that exists between their world and the adult world.
All around them adults are having sex; in the movies, the ads, the television plays. The adults are promiscuous and the teenagers see no reason why they shouldn't also be that way. They know about swap clubs, about what their parents and their friends do at wild parties. They see the roving hands of the other men touching their mothers here and there. They see their fathers cooing up to other women, winking, making suggestive remarks, letting their hands linger on taboo places.
Yet when it comes time to preach morality, the parents mount the pulpit with the ardor of Elmer Gantry and scream out the impropriety of any sexual contact, no matter how exploratory, no matter how innocent.
Like most rules of life they have been hearing since childhood, the vociferous diatribes flow in one ear and out the other. The children look interested, nod, and agree they won't do what their bodies yearn for. Then they cluster together and snigger about their parents, mocking them for acting the role of the jester and, usually, hating them for their lack of fairness.
As with smoking, drinking, using vulgarities, children ape their parents. And when the aping takes the form of sexual promiscuity, they act as bizarre as their flexible imaginations will allow.
Their sex is confined to the back room. While their bodies are ripe and eager and excited, their freedom is nil. So every caress, every French kiss becomes an intrigue, a suspenseful desire that must quickly be satisfied before someone finds out. This sexual sneakery only lends more passion to the childrens' acts. The game comes to resemble the current spy series, with an endless series of plots on where and how to have sex in new and different ways without being caught.
But perhaps more tragic than the mere clandestine actions of the young swappers is the bitterness that clings to their motivation. They usually despise their parents and society for the awkward, hidden, hypocritical way they go about trying to protect themselves and their children from the ecstasies of sex. So when the children meet sexually, they not only gratify their urges, but also batter out their frustrations-often at the expense of their partners.
I have called my study THE VIRGIN SWAPPERS because I feel that the childrens' promiscuity is virginal. Their acts are not true adult acts as we know them-or pretend that we know them. They are for the most part rebellions against society, against the Establishment, against their parents. And when they exchange the touches of flesh, they do so with a childish innocence, a childish experimentation. I consider them all virgins. And I hope that someday our society will be frank enough and honest enough to allow the children to learn about sex the way they should, instead of seeking themselves out in the grimy hovels of some basement, under the eyes of a naked lightbulb, in a hurried, immature session of sex that so many times gets out of hand and ends up a bloody tragedy.
THE VIRGIN SWAPPERS need help. Perhaps you can help supply some of the answers that the children need. It's a job for society, not just a single writer, nor a single parent. We must review our attitudes toward our childrens' sex education and make appropriate changes now, before it is too late-before there are no VIRGINS left among our youth.
Rodger Hawkins
CHAPTER ONE
A decade ago students were ashamed to talk about their illicit sexual affairs. Times have changed.
Once it was shocking gossip if a student came to a teacher's room for a conference and began telling about her sexual experiences with all the four letter words thrown in. But such was the case with Barbara, a high school senior who was hardly ashamed of her sexual adventures. Quite the contrary, she was very boastful of them.
Barbara was a pretty, petite seventeen-year-old of moderately wealthy parents. Her father was an executive vice-president of a large cosmetic company.
My first conference with Barbara was as frank as any talk I've ever had, though she attempted to go off the deep end with her subject matter. To Barbara, everything was just one interminable romp through a carefree, irresponsible looking glass of life.
"You were talking about hippies in sociology class yesterday," she began, "Did you know that I was once a hippie? At least, I sure thought that I was and so did Mom and Dad.
"I was a junior in high school in California and we lived just a few miles from the Berkeley campus. After school, a bunch of us girls would tell our parents we were going over to the library to research or that we were going over to each other's houses, except what we would really do was to slip over to the Berkeley campus for the hippie meetings. Hell," she said without a blink-"we got so well known over there that lots of kids didn't know that we were just in high school. We always told everyone that we were college freshmen.
"Man, I joined all kinds of groovy clubs and even went to a few protests. One I remember in particular was a sexual freedom protest where some of the boys started taking off their clothes. Pretty soon I started taking off mine and this fellow and I were dancing in front of the campus cops. He didn't have on anything but his BVD's and all I was wearing was my bra and panties.
"After the protest, the guy-his name was Steve-said that he thought I was pretty great and invited me up to his apartment. The pad was off campus on the way back toward my house, so we walked.
"Steve's place was real groovy, painted with psychedelic colors and all, even though it was only one small room with a bed, closet, and a hot-plate. Even the bathroom was down the hall.
"I'd been up there about five minutes before Steve kissed me. We were dancing around the room slowly at the time, the lights were off and the shades drawn so that it almost seemed night at mid-evening. I kissed him back as hard as I could.
"So Steve and I sat down on the bed and he laid his hand on my thigh, and squeezed it softly. I knew exactly what he had in mind, but I had never made love to any boy before. I know that's hard to believe." She laughed and brushed a loose strand of hair from her eyes. "Anyway, I didn't stop him. Some of my girlfriends and I had fingered our pussies a little at a few slumber parties and I could imagine what it would feel like to have a man's full-grown and hard penis in me. After all, the worst part was over. One of the girls had already broken my hymen just to hear me scream.
"Steve laid me down on the bed. Then he flipped over on top of me and began kissing me hard and slipping his hand up over my legs, massaging my thighs and working up to my stiff titties. I thought about telling him to stop and stick it in, but I didn't. I made up my mind to have him suck my pussy before he fucked me,"-again she didn't blink-"Some of the girls talked about a boy's tongue more than his cock and I wanted to know both so that I could make my own choices. I didn't want to be left out in the cold, anyway.
"But I'm sure Steve had no idea that things like that were running through my mind as he worked his hand up toward my box. I sometimes think he actually believed he was seducing me, getting me in the mood without me really realizing what was happening, if you know what I mean."
I blinked.
"Finally, he took his hand off my leg and moved it up above my waist to finger my tits through my blouse. It felt good and when he started to take it away, I took it and pressed it into my globe just once more before I let him put his hand back down to my legs.
"Steve was really a leg man. Hell, he played around down there another ten minutes before he slipped a finger up and toyed with the lips of my pussy. His fingers had a nice feeling to them and when I didn't resist, he pressed them harder against the outside. Then he scooted the fingers inside my panties from the underside and rubbed my wet, slippery cunt. I could feel that my juices were flowing and when Steve slid his finger inside me, it made a loud sucking noise and I shivered with delight.
"The one finger inside me felt good. In another minute, he had two in there. Then I did something that I'd always wondered exactly how to do. I reached down and stuck my hand slowly inside his pants till I found his hard dick. The warm rod felt peculiar but I could tell from the first moment I touched it that it was the best way to control a man. Even the slightest touch of my hand sent Steve into fits of ecstasy. He forgot to play with me as long as my hand was in his pants. So I took the hand out.
"Steve began undressing me and I let him. At the same time I began undressing him. Soon we were both naked. I looked down and saw his big, hard root and just knew that it wouldn't go in me. Steve pushed me down on the bed and tried to get on top and put it in, but I wouldn't let him. I told him that I wasn't ready yet.
"So Steve started kissing my tits. It felt good but my wet pussy was hungry for his lips and his tongue. So I pushed his head down in that direction. Then he was kissing on my belly and licking my navel with his tongue. I kept pushing his head down farther and farther.
"Now, I don't know whether Steve had ever experienced licking a girl before, but if he had, he sure wasn't too anxious to try it. He let me push his head down there. At first, all he would do was to rub his nose and face in my pubic hair, but when I took him by the ears and shoved his face into my cunt, arching my back at the same time so that he could get a good mouthhold on it, he began to suck and lick. At first, he did it awkwardly, even I could tell it. But he got better.
"The licking felt especially good to me. I could hear him lapping at the juices. Then he began to stick his tongue inside me, slowly at first, but gaining in speed and force. He kept it up till I felt myself coming all over his face. When that happened he raised up and rammed his hard dick inside me.
"The force of his hard cock hurt at first. Steve was up there pounding it in me like a piston. But if he hurt me at first, he made it up to me ten-fold within the next half-hour. I bet I climaxed that many times. All that fingering and tonguing had built up a hell of a lot of desire.
"Every time he would go soft, which was two or three times, I would wipe it off on the bedspread and then begin rolling it up and then unrolling it in between my fingers. When the dick would begin to stiffen up, I would rub my fingers over the head and make Steve cry with desire. One time I kissed it several times with my lips before it got hard, but I never did suck it. I would have if he had asked me. After all, he did it to me."
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Many contemporary youngsters suffer the insatiable hunger for new sexual thrills.
With Barbara, sex was the biggest single thing in her life after she had been fully introduced to it. By her own admission, she had to have-or thought that she had to have-a playmate almost daily.
"I must have fucked Steve every day for weeks," Barbara told me. "Every day during school I'd think that I'd be able to do without it that evening, but it was always the same. I'd start creaming in my pants during the last period. Hell, sometimes I'd phone Mom and go straight to Steve's place to have my pussy loved before going home. Then, after dinner, if I could manage to excuse myself, I'd go back for another dose of the same. I just couldn't resist that thick cock that swung between his legs.
"I was becoming more and more attached to Steve just before we broke up. And I can remember that day well. It was one of those evenings that I had called mom and told her that I was going over to a friend's house to study before dinner. I needed a good fucking that day, having had to skip a few days because of my period. Steve didn't like it when I was bleeding.
"As I neared Steve's apartment I heard some groans. Steve obviously hadn't expected me and was sharing his bed with another bitch.
"Actually, it should have bothered me, but it didn't. I wasn't jealous of the other girl. All I wanted was a few minutes with Steve's body and I didn't care what he did with it after that.
"I could hear her in there hoarsely urging his dick on. Then it dawned on me that Steve might be doing it just so that I would catch them and so that we would break up. The thought burned hell out of me, I can tell you, but I had a great idea for revenge and a little,, loving at the same time.
"I just opened the damn door and walked in on them. Steve and a damn blonde broad were on the bed fucking away like parents. The girl had her bare ass parked on a pillow, her back arched high to meet Steve's body-his peter pumping deep into her open cunt. They didn't know that I was anywhere around. They were hard at it, his stiff dick sucking in and out on her sloppy pussy, sending her into spasms of pure ecstasy. Just watching them made the juices flow from my own pussy. My body ached for the sheer thrill of the sexual climax.
"Steve and the girl were at the height of the act when I entered. I could tell that Steve was about to come in her by the way his arms were wrapped tightly around her waist, jerking her middle in sensual rhythm.
"Quietly, I slipped my dress up over my head and dropped it on a chair. Then I did the same with my slip and unsnapped my bra. My panties came next and I was standing nude at the door before they noticed me.
"The girl looked over first, as her head flew to one side in the climax. Then Steve looked over, but neither of them said anything.
"I guess that it was pretty surprising to see a third party standing there, ready for anything. And before they could protest, I joined them on the bed.
"Steve had pulled his peter out when he saw me. The prick was growing limp. I grabbed it with my hands, saying nothing, and flopped it back and forth between my legs. In seconds it was growing hard again, and I reached down and stuck the stiff meat in myself. Steve wanted to mount me, but I stayed on top for a vicious reason. The blonde was an onlooker for a mere split second. As Steve and I pumped each other, the blonde sat down easily on Steve's protruding tongue, moving slowly over it as he worked it over the outside of her dripping pussy before plunging it into her again and again as she wriggled her body over his face.
"The blonde and I were sitting atop Steve's body facing each other, enjoying his cock and mouth at the same time. Then we clutched each other, at first just to balance ourselves, while I hunched on the dick and she sat on his tongue. But then it quickly became more than that. The blonde was holding my breasts too tightly for it to be mere chance. Hell, she was squeezing them like a man would. I had a strong grip on hers also and tugged.
"Then the blonde and I leaned over to each other and kissed. Steve's body grew wilder under us. It began quite innocently, me kissing her on the bare shoulder, her taking my tits in her hands and sucking gingerly on the nipples. But then it became much more than a game. We were both enjoying it too much to kid ourselves. The blonde was sinking her teeth into the flesh of my breasts just enough to make pain, but not so hard to make me cry out. I was trying to do the same for her, kissing and caressing her upper half as Steve fed her wet cunt with his tongue, occasionally trying to suck it inside out with his lips, and making a loud and vulgar sucking and squishing noise.
"Steve's dick was feeling larger and larger and the climax grew within me, the come was building up in me, just so it could slap out and be blended with Steve's. I was pushing up and down and Steve was hunching under me, in and out, when he started to come. The dick swelled in me and shot. The blonde squealed out simultaneously as Steve bit into her pussy with his teeth.
"The blonde got off him after that and began dressing. I tried to work another hard out of Steve, but it was no use. The damn thing had gone dead and I saw that I would not be able to revive it for a few hours.
"In the meantime, the blonde had dressed herself and scooted out the door, sensing that trouble might be underfoot. Steve was lying there in bed breathing hard, exhausted after the sex play, wiping his mouth on the bed clothing.
"I told him that I didn't mind him fucking someone else, but that I wished he would be sure to save some of his energies for me. The result was that he turned over to face me squarely and said, 'What the hell do you care. You and that damn blonde can go off somewhere and fuck each other. You don't need me, you filthy bitch. You're a damn lesbian. You're no better than a fucking queer, a damn pervert."
"Well, it hadn't occurred to me that there had been anything unusual about what the blonde and I had experienced and I told the son-of-a-bitch so. The trouble was that he laughed at me and called me a lesbian and a queer. Now what I did next does not, because one damn head shrinker I know would not agree with the statement, show that I hate all men. The truth is that I was already mad at Steve and was just wanting a damn excuse to get some revenge.
"Anyway, he had insulted me in more ways than one and I wasn't terribly happy about it. So I said, 'Now Steve, calm down,' and mounted him from the top, scooting forward while I straddled him on my knees till my pussy was almost in his face. Then I pulled one of the best sneakies. I pissed right in the son-of-a-bitch's face. And I had a good supply built up. It gushed right out of me and all over him.
"Steve was roaring mad. Hell, he was flapping his arms all the damn hell over the place and cursing at me. But when he struggled to get up, I let him have another stream of piss.
"When I was finished, I got off him and slipped on my dress as quickly as I could. Steve lay on the bed cursing me. I was nearly dressed when he made the mistake of getting off the bed and taking that first step toward hitting me. I kicked the bastard in the nuts as hard as I could. The toe of my square-toed loafer buried itself in his groin and Steve doubled up on the floor gasping for air and crying."
CHAPTER TWO
When young persons discover sex, they often pursue it with reckless abandon. Barbara was sexually reckless.
"I felt pretty bad about being called queer, I can tell you," she stated emphatically. "Of course, that's before I really learned anything about sex. Hell, that damn dumb-ass Steve made me feel like I had done something terrible, rather than let me have a good time and enjoy my sex. I got my revenge on him anyway.
"After Steve, it wasn't hard to find someone to replace him. I found out quick that Steve had a big mouth. He told every friend-or enemy for that matter-that I was a great fuck. Hell, there probably hadn't been many before me and ole Stevie boy was proud of every score he had made. But I wasn't hurting for hard dicks. They were there the next day propositioning me from all directions. Steve obviously hadn't warned them that I was prone to cracking nuts if I didn't get my way.
"I must have fucked steadily with a dozen different fellows before there was any trouble, but I can't really blame that on my hunger for sex. I didn't have to be fucking where I did or who I did. I could have just as easily been hid away in an off-campus apartment or even a backseat, if it came to that.
"Anyway, we were having this hip meeting of our sexual freedom club. And it wasn't associated with the colleges. It was just a bunch of us high school girls and guys having a good time that summer and trying to do the things that we thought would give us the most fun. We had been reading and watching different sexual freedom cults across California and we were determined to be just as groovy and just as wild as the wildest of them.
"So Stan and I-Stan was a real neat fellow I had been fucking around with-organized this group and we called ourselves the "SWAPPING VIRGINS," hardly the most original tag in the world, but it got the message across that we swung.
"We decided to stage this protest "for sexual freedom at the local swimming pool at the country club. So we all met outside the gates in our swimwear to protest the restriction that they made all girls wear bras when they were swimming and sunbathing.
"After gaining entrance, we gathered below the high diving board, where we broke out the signs. The signs were a cue for us to really get in gear. Stan and I climbed the board and stood there for a second or two like we were going to dive off. But because one of the girls had called the newspapers, the reporters popped to visibility with their cameras like gophers from hiding and we decided to wait. Before the club manager or the lifeguards could stop us, we gave the reporters a story that they could really get their teeth into.
"While a couple of the big guys stood at the base of the ladder guarding our exhibition, Stan and I proceeded to screw around.
"I began doing a burlesque to a wild bongo beat. From my lofty perch, I undid the top of my two-piece and slowly peeled it off from my protruding tits, which stood straight out from my chest as perky as two tits could be at a protest meeting.
"With them bare, I began to gyrate my body to the bongo beat, shaking every part of my hot body in the most seductive way possible, flinging my head back and shaking it in the open air wildly. The breeze swishing across the board made me feel free and glad I was taking my clothes off and helped prepare me for what was to follow. A few moments of complete freedom is a wild thing.
"My bare breasts were slapping against each other. Then I stopped twisting my upper portions and cupped my tits with both hands while I hunched my bikini-clad ass up in the air. My pussy was beginning to grow wet with anticipation.
"Stan was also feeling the heat of my dance and stepped closer so that he could move my hands off my tits and place his hands there. I dropped my grip to his waist and pulled his body closer so that I could bump my bare belly against the side of his strong, muscular legs.
"The crowd at the base of the platform was beginning to grow like weeds. The manager and a couple lifeguards were running around everywhere, yelling to us something about coming down before they called the cops. I gave them the finger and yelled 'fuck you' as loud as I could. Stan whispered, 'No, honey, you're supposed to be fucking me."
"So I backed away from him and began slowly untying my bikini bottoms, still hunching my ass in the air as I did so and swaying my body around like I was fucking the wind. When both ties were loose, I let the bottom fall to the high dive board and then kicked it in the water ten feet below. My damn audience went wild, absolutely wild.
"Stan quickly slipped off his trunks and jock; and stood there atop the world completely nude with his big meaty dick pointing skyward for the world to see and the photographers below to capture on film.
"The manager was frantic and yelled up that he had called the police. So I knew we didn't have much time. But how long does it take when you're ready the way we were? Hell, my pussy-cream was running down my leg before our bodies ever touched.
"When the group below began urging us to go on and fuck, Stan and I began approaching each other; his big cock hard, his body bent forward to hold his balance. I knelt on one knee and took Stan's peter with my hands and began to gently jack him off, kissing the head occasionally with my lips till I could tell he was going to come. Then I poked the stiff prick into my mouth and took a firm draw on it like you would a big, sweet cigar. A second later he told me hoarsely that he was going to shoot-off his come in my throat.
"I took my mouth off his dick and pointed the organ toward the mob that had gathered below us. Then the sperm was skyrocketing out, streaming up and out like a great white arc of piss in big creamy cornedrops onto the laughing crowd.
"But I didn't let the excitement stop just because Stan had unloaded once. Hell, my pussy was wetter than ever.
"I knew that Stan wouldn't fuck me just yet. He needed some time to regroup and find another hard suitable for servicing my body.
"So I sat down on the board and Stan squatted down in front of me, facing me, before he began kissing my titties and running his hands over my quivering belly. In a few minutes, I was shoving his head down between my legs and leaning back so that he could get a mouth-hold on my slobbering pussy. I longed for him to stab in his hard tongue, but he was in no hurry. He just kissed around my cunt and teased it, placing both hands down there and playing with it, taking a good look and then licking it some more like a cat.
"'Please, Stan,' I begged him, 'Let me have it!' And he did.
"At first he worked the tongue slowly in and out of my pussy, which was making sweet sucking noises. Then his organ became more frantic; the tongue was working to a frenzy and my back arched as I felt myself coming. It felt like my guts were flowing into his sucking mouth. I didn't even hear the cheers from the crowd below.
"Stan was moving his mouth back up my body when I heard the first police siren. And as the prowl car screeched into the parking lot outside the country club, Stan had mounted me and was poised with his dick stiff and stuffed up my still-hungry snatch.
"The cops came running up alongside the pool just as Stan rammed the tool into my juicy cunt again and began pumping the tool into me with all the force and rapidity that he could muster.
"'Hey, you kids, stop that fucking up there,' a cop yelled up to us, waving his night stick in the air. He came running toward the ladder and our swap group melted in his path. Hell, I don't blame them. They had no reason to get zapped just so Stan and I could have-another ten seconds of each other's body.
"Anyway, the cop began climbing the ladder and never stopped screaming to us. But his cries did no good because we didn't stop. We just kept right on fucking as hard as we could.
"The cop made it to the top of the platform just as Stan was filling me full of come. His semen was running out under my ass making me slide around on the board.
"And after Stan had unloaded his rocks in me, he jumped up and faced the cop who was just stepping on the board. I got up and backed to the lip of the board behind Stan, who soon followed suit and was standing flush against me, both of us only inches from the end of the board.
"I've got you damn hippies now' the cop screamed. T ought to knock your damn asses right off this thing,' he fumed. The ruddy-faced cop took one more step toward us and got a firmer grip on the nightstick.
"Stan started telling the cop to be easy on us because we didn't invent fucking, we just wanted to practice it freely without a bunch of damn thrill-seeking coppers trying to spoil all the fun. That seemed to really make the fuzz mad. He cursed and took one hasty step before he slipped on the pool of slimy semen that was puddled in his path. He teetered, his mouth agape and fell headlong into the water, raving at the top of his voice like a maniac about dirty sucking kids.
* * *
I knew her story was not completely true, but I didn't let on I disbelieved her.
She sat quietly for a while studying my expression, trying hard to pierce my immutable mask to see if she had shocked me-as she had intended to do-with her hyperbolic story.
"What did the police do to you?" I asked her.
"Oh, not much of anything. They took us to the police station and fingerprinted us, but that was about all. Our parents arrived and put up bail just after we had been put in the clink. Even the reporters didn't help. Hell, none of the pictures made the papers and there was only a one-inch story on page ten. Stan said that the country club and our parents had hushed it up. Shit, I really felt screwed. All that work-if you call fucking work-for nothing."
"What happened between you and your parents when they found out what you had been doing those evenings after school?" I asked her, maintaining an even look on my face.
"Well, they were pretty mad. But Daddy was the worst. He decided immediately that he was going to make a damn lady out of me or kill me in the process. Hell, he stomped around the house screaming at me and calling me a filthy whore for a couple of hours before he decided what he was going to do.
"Daddy decided that the only way to save me was to send me to a private girls' school somewhere so that I could learn to be a lady. You know, a lot of discipline and properness. He figured that would put me on the right track.
"So, the next week I was on my way to one of the mid-western girls' schools to be made a lady.
"I can tell you that I didn't like it. Hell, all those girls and not a single, hard dick around to play with. Daddy had told me that I couldn't come home except for major holidays. There would be no weekend plane trips back to California to get Stan's stud services. I felt that I would just have to finger myself for the rest of the school year. of the school year.
"But the girls' school wasn't half as bad as I thought it would be. It became rather interesting, especially in the sex area. That first day, in the principal's office with Daddy, Mrs. Thomas was making Daddy feel like he had made the best decision in the world. He had, as I found out, to the excitement of my hot little box.
"The girl I was supposed to room with was named Jackie. She was a rather plump but well-formed miss of southern extraction. I wondered at first if I'd be able to get along with her, but she proved out great-in bed. 'What are you in for?' she asked.
"I turned around to face her and said 'fucking on a high dive in front of a hundred people just to see what would happen.' Jackie was agog. 'No shit!' she said.
"I asked her why she had been sentenced and she said she had managed to get pregnant her sophomore year in high school, but her parents, being wealthy, had managed to get her an abortion and cart her off to a private girls' school so it couldn't happen again.
"After dinner, when Jackie and I were in our rooms studying, I questioned her some more about the school, asking her what she did for kicks. She told me I would find out if I stayed long enough.
"That night, at ten o'clock, just as Mrs. Thomas had promised Daddy, every light in the place went out and the keepers made their rounds to make sure all the girls were in bed like they were supposed to be. When one of the matrons had stuck her head inside the door and left, I rolled over and tried to go to sleep, but I was aware Jackie wasn't in bed. She was standing beside my bed. She lifted a comer of the sheet up and scooted her nude body in beside mine.
"She just lay there for a few seconds breathing lightly in my ear. I didn't have to ask what it was that she wanted because she was already slipping her hand up under my nightie, cupping it around one of my breasts. With the other hand she slipped my nightie up over my back and I let her peel it off over my head. We were both nude, I was facing the wall and she had her big, bulbous breasts pressed flat against my back, her hands around in front of me kneading my tits with her delicate fingers. She was kissing my back with her moist lips and turning me over to face her.
"I didn't really think I could kiss a girl and enjoy it like kissing a guy, but was I wrong. When our lips met, my body seemed to come alive and throbbed with lust. She pressed my back flat against the bed and began kissing my face, moving her experienced lips down on my neck, her hands clasped tightly around my waist.
"Her kisses were exciting me more than Stan's or Steve's ever could. She was moving her legs up and down like pistons on mine. The friction made me sweat and my body shake uncontrollably with anticipation.
"When she began kissing on my breasts, I began massaging her smooth soft back automatically with gentle strokes, moving them steadily down to her broad, fleshy ass so that I could grasp a cheek in each hand and dig my fingernails into her meat as I pressed her tummy into mine.
"She screamed with the pain and pleasure. My breasts were becoming red and hard under the pressure of her kisses and gentle biting, when she began moving her mouth around, kissing further down on my belly.
"When she did that, I kicked the cover off both of us and gave her more room. I let loose of her ass and she scooted down, her long tongue lapping at my pubic hair, her hands squeezing my legs, pushing them apart.
"Then she was there, her tender tongue licking the outside of my pussy, her hands under my ass. I spread my legs farther apart for her and wrapped them around her neck, jerking her face into my wet cunt. She didn't mind. Jackie's mouth and tongue made giant sucking noises as she ate at my lovebox, munching on the juices that were flowing out around the comers of her mouth.
"I hunched as her tongue ran in and out of my pussy. I lunged every time the tongue went as deep as she could force it, I moaned every time her finger stabbed up my ass. I was coming in her face and the sweet juices from my body slopped against her rosy cheeks.
"She came up on her knees and said in an excited whisper, 'Eat me, eat me, now!' Before I could even sit up she was scooting her wet pussy across my belly, supporting herself with her elbows. Then she was on her knees as I slid down the bed. Her flowing cunt was right above my mouth and she was sitting down on me.
"I clamped my mouth over the slit and sucked with all my might. I could feel her cunt swelling as my tongue bumped her firm clitoris. I sucked so hard that I thought her pussy would turn inside out. My mouth was filling with Jackie's juices as I ran my tongue in and out of her hole. Her pussy was big, but it was squeezing my tongue, gripping at it as I shot it in and out like a piston.
"Jackie was soaring in ecstasy, her body shaking violently with each rush of my tongue, till at last I could tell that she was about to orgasm. Then the come flowed into my mouth and I worked it around my tongue and it oozed out the sides of my mouth as mine had hers.
"When she calmed down, she got up and walked over to her bed, fell down and was snoring in minutes. She didn't even say thanks. The next morning she made no reference to the act except to tell me that she would appreciate it if I wouldn't tell anyone about what had gone on between us. I told her I wouldn't.
"That night I was expecting the same thing to happen."
"Did it?" I asked, trying to disguise my awe of the graphic tale.
"No, it didn't. I was waiting for her, even expecting her, but she didn't come to my bed. Instead, she slipped out after the bed check into the hall and I have no idea when she returned. I must have been asleep.
"Where did you think she went?" I asked, forcing my voice to sound clinically detached.
"Well, I knew she had gone to find another lover. To tell the truth, I was a bit pissed off. I thought I had made a pretty fair lover for the first time the night before and I was kind of sorry that she had found me inadequate. But I was wrong. I round out what was up the next night.
"She told me after the bed check that I had been voted on the night before and I had the opportunity to join an exclusive all girls' club that only met at night. I told her I would like to know something more about it before I agreed. Jackie reminded me that I liked sex. She told me that my musky come was sweet and that my pussy was small and well-formed. In short, she liked my body and she thought that her friends in the club might too. Jackie also said there was an initiation that I had to go through. Dreamily, she said that she wished she had the opportunity to go through it again.
"Well, I can tell you that I wasn't too damn sure that I wanted to join. Sure, I like to fuck and even be sucked, but I had heard of some clubs that liked to have rough initiations. Whips and leather are not part of my bag.
"Jackie must have sensed what I was thinking because she said, 'There's no pain honey, unless you call being loved to death painful.' So I agreed. I trusted Jackie and there was a certain sincerity about what she told me.
"So we dressed in our nighties and Jackie led me out of the room and into the hall. It was empty and dark. I noticed that several girls had their doors cracked. When Jackie appeared with me, a dozen of them followed us to the end of the hall where we ducked into one of the rooms.
"The shades were drawn tightly in the room and a single candle was burning on the table casting eerie shadows around the room. A half-dozen girls were standing behind the dancing candle flame. A few seconds later, the girls from the hall had come in and pushed eagerly in behind the candle.
"'This is Barbara,' Jackie said to them, 'and she wants to become one of us. We have voted and she has passed the necessary test, which I conducted.' After Jackie said that, the girls shed their clothing and Jackie did too. She turned to me and said that mine should remain on for the time being.
"Then one of the girls came out from behind the table and presented Jackie with a blindfold. Jackie put it around my head and secured it. I wasn't too sure I had made the right decision about joinging the club right then. I knew that they were lesbians, but I wasn't so sure they weren't sadists too.
"Before I could go be initiated, they told me that I had to make a pledge not to reveal their names to the administration, namely Mrs. Thomas, if we should be found out. I promised to keep silent.
"When I had been blindfolded, I could feel them pressing around me, reaching to help Jackie strip the nightie from my trembling body.
"I was nude in a roomful of strangers, and I was afraid. But they realized that and easied my mind by telling me that each of them had gone safely through the initiation and each wished she were in my shoes that very night.
"Then they seemed to crowd in even closer, and I could hear them breathing next to me. All at once, three dozen hands reached out and touched my body. My flesh was being rubbed with feminine flesh, and it felt good and soothing.
"Besides the hands that had cupped my breasts, there were some working up the top of my thighs. They were gentle. Slowly, they worked over my pussy, rubbing the outside of it so that the juice was beginning to wet their fingers.
"'Don't fight it,' someone whispered in my ear, 'let it happen. You'll be glad you did.' I took her advice and spread my legs wider, so that I was standing there in a spread-eagle while the worm-like fingers crawled at the outside of my lovehole.
"Then they began kissing me all over. At first, a half-dozen moist slippery lips were slithering down on my back, but then they moved around to the front, clasping my tits and trying to suck the nipples inside out. At the same time, lips began caressing my ankles and working their way up. Hell, I wanted to sit down on them. They were so stimulating that I thought I couldn't wait till they got to my pussy.
"Then there were more lips kissing my stomach, making it growl with excitement. My breathing was ragged. My lungs were raw, my throat dry.
"The sweet lips were on my thighs now, biting gingerly into the meat. I wanted to grab one of the heads and ram its tongue in me so bad that I had to grit my teeth. But then Just as they were getting to my panting cunt, the kisses stopped. I nearly cried out in protest, but I didn't have time.
"The next thing I knew I was being picked up and turned upside down. When they put me down it felt like my head was resting on a pillow and my legs were stuck straight up above me, over padded structures that felt like the backs of chairs. My ass wasn't touching anything and my pussy was pulled wide open, by gentle, eager fingers.
"I could hear them forming a line out in front of my body, the head of the line was standing between my legs. Then silence. The girl in front of me had apparently kneeled down because her hot breath panted over my open, wet, thirsty cunt.
"Then her warm hands touched my thighs and she began kneading the flesh, working my pussy open and shut in the process. But that only consumed a few seconds, because then she had her mouth clamped on my vagina-sucking-sucking like she meant to pop the rosebud inside out.
"I tried to move to help her but I couldn't. My arms were tied securely to something. All I could do was lie there in that ungainly, yet constructive, position and take the tongue-fucking love that was being dealt me. But it was hard to lie still. In a second she ceased to suck, and began running her tongue in a circular motion around the edges of my wet hole, occasionally shooting it in briefly to hear me moan, then extracting it to play with the quivering opening some more.
"I could hear the other girls waiting in line, drooling quietly, smacking their lips, breathing nearly as hard as I was, waiting to sink their clit-hungry teeth into my pussy. And I felt like I could take them all on.
"Then the girl began running her stiff tongue in and out of my cunt, slapping it as hard and as fast as she could into the juicy hole. I was in ecstasy. Except for my hot pussy, my body seemed to cease to exist. I was just one big throbbing wet cunt, breathing and begging for abuse. The tongues came and the hands held me tight while the group ravaged my squirming pussy, for that was all that could squirm. My ass bobbed at their anxious mouths as they knelt in turn to taste my twat juice and savor my every ecstatic groan.
"When I had finally orgasmed all that I thought could be humanly possible, they were still coming. And I didn't have the energy or much desire for fighting them.
"At last, they lowered my legs off the chairs and lifted me to my feet. I was almost too weak to stand alone as they undid the blindfold.
"When my eyes focused, I saw the group smiling again from behind the candle like satisfied witches. Jackie told them in a whisper that they could all come welcome me into the club. So one by one they all came forward to place their arms around me and kiss me passionately on the lips like Mafia gangsters do to friends they are going to kill.
CHAPTER THREE
Bisexuality is not uncommon among today's youth.
The younger the person, the easier it often becomes. In fact, Barbara claimed that she often found female lovers just as satisfying as her male seducers.
"How often did your club meet?" I asked her, leaning back in my chair, studying her face.
"About once a month or whenever there was a new girl to initiate. Parts of the club met nightly in different rooms. Of course, Jackie and I were quite happy together and we only sought company with other girls two or three times a week. Variety is the spice of life, you know. However, I'll have to admit that I liked Jackie better than any of the others and I think she did me."
"Why did you leave the school and come here?" I asked.
"Well, I can tell you one damn thing for sure," she replied quickly. "I didn't leave that paradise of my own free will. If I had my own way about it, it would have been Mrs. Thomas who would have left instead of me. What happened was as much her fault as it was mine.
"You see, we had this new girl on the dorm floor that Jackie and I wanted to see get into the club. She had a damn good body, but that wasn't the reason that I wanted her to join. The real reason was that she was so fucking prim and proper, so damn so-so that she made me want to puke. Hell, I wanted to see her go to pieces as I put my tongue on the outside of her cunt. I wanted to see her beg me to put it in her, then come and quiver uncontrollably when I did.
"When I found out that Jackie felt the same way, we called a club meeting to vote on her. The other girls agreed that they would enjoy seeing her go through the initiation, but none of them wanted to test her. No one wanted to proposition her to find out if she would enjoy it.
"Well, I made a motion that we not let her know what kind of club it was we were asking her to join. Tell her it was a religious cult or something.
And, actually, it was a religion with most of us. We worshipped our cunts and gave them everything they wanted.
"Some of the other girls didn't want to do it at first, saying that any one vote could keep her from gaining admittance to the club. But Jackie took the floor and said that we would be doing the girl a great favor. She didn't have a single friend at the school-even her roommate didn't care for her but after joining the club she could let her hair down, you might say, and enjoy herself. Jackie explained to the other girls that everyone needs a friend.
"The truth was that Jackie wanted the girl for the same reason I did. She wanted to fuck her up, make her squirm.
"So it was decided that I would be the one to approach Emily-that was the bitch's name-and offer her entrance into the club. I was to tell her something about religious fellowship.
"At first, Emily was a bit apprehensive about saying she would join us, but I kept telling her about how everyone was friends after we went through this candlelight initiation service, that everyone would like her in the club and everyone outside the club would envy her because it was exclusive. In fact, I told her it was so exclusive that not many people even knew about it, including the principal, Mrs. Thomas.
"I told her all that during a morning study period and she told me she would tell me whether she would join that evening after dinner.
"So after dinner, I approached her and she agreed to join. I noticed that she was rather confident about the whole matter.
"The other girls were happy, but Jackie and I were jubilant about our good fortune. So right after bed check, I slipped down the hall and into her room. She was sitting in front of the mirror and was using the light from a flashlight to take down the bun that she always had rolled atop her head.
"I asked her if she was ready to go. She didn't answer me right away. Instead, she finished with her hair, which was spilling down around her neck over her gown. When she had completed combing it, she turned to me and nodded. Then she said while getting up, 'You're sure that there's nothing involved with this club that Mrs. Thomas would object to or that couldn't be done in a church."
"I told her that it could be done very well in a church. And I wasn't lying. I could picture men and women and girls screwing on the pews with no trouble at all.
"So I led Emily down the hall to my room where Jackie was waiting with the candle and the chairs. We opened the door and found the room packed with girls, all grinning, and letting their excitement build.
"'This is Emily,' I told the group, 'and she wants to become one of us. We have voted and she has passed.' When I had finished that little spiel, every girl in the room except Emily let their gowns fall to the floor.
"Emily started to protest, but I whispered in her ear that she was to keep hers on and that the use of clothes symbolized we were hiding something from each other, an act which members of the club did not do. Emily smiled and I brought the blindfold around her head and secured it.
"That was when Jackie decided to add a little something new to the ceremony. She was afraid that Emily would scream. So Jackie told her that there was a sharp instrument in her back, a steel letter opener, and that should she scream out or make any noise during the initiation, she would be instantly put to death. To make sure Emily understood, she pressed the steel hard into the girl's back till she clenched her teeth. When she took the instrument away, a trickle of blood dribbled down Emily's creamy-skinned back.
"Slowly, I stripped Emily's gown over her white shoulders. Then the girls gathered around and extended their hands to welcome her into the order of sisters and touched her body. Emily's torso quivered as we touched her, for she had no idea of what was to come. Her anticipation wasn't in the same vein as mine, for while I had feared the sexual assault would be more than I could handle, Emily had no reason to suspect the assault would not in kinship with the stab of the letter opener.
"The poor girl didn't know what .to think when Jackie slapped a plump hand on her tit, but she really trembled when I put both hands around her pussy and massaged it. I felt like grabbing a handful of pubic hair and yanking, but I didn't. There was plenty of time for that sort of thing later.
"Her tiny pink vagina was only barely moist, but I suspect it was because she was afraid. She wasn't thinking of fun.
"Anyway, I ran a finger inside her slit and it was amazingly tight. A little further up I found the hymen still there. I looked up at Jackie and silently made the word 'virgin' with my lips. The others grinned and I was sure glad I was going to be the first one to get to Miss Emily when she had been placed on our makeshift rack formed by the chairs.
"Then the other girls began showering her with kisses just as they had me. I began kissing around on her kneecap, moving my eager lips slowly up it. I noticed that Jackie had put her lips on Emily's small up-turned breasts. She was gradually allowing her lips to give way to her teeth so that she could bite down on the nipple. Every time she would do that, Emily would force her teeth together to repress the scream. I don't think she was enjoying it at all.
"I was going to make her enjoy it. I was working my mouth steadily up her leg by then toward her snug vagina. She knew what my lips were longing for and tried to bring her legs together but two of the girls held them open.
"'Please,' Emily pleaded, a few tears beginning to roll out from under the blindfold, 'let me go. I don't care anything about belonging to your club. All I want is to be left alone. What kind of religion is this?' Jackie had picked up the letter opener and tiad it in her back again.
"I moved my lips up around the tiny slit and sucked it softly. Emily moaned, but the cunt failed to get wet. I sucked harder and worked my tongue slowly around the edge of the opening. Still, her pussy failed to get soggy.
"I got up off my knees and the other girls helped me position her in the rack. We tied her hands and feet, her ass jacknifed up in the air, her pussy open and waiting for my tender loving.
"There was a knock on the door then, Jackie blew the candle out, and we all stood there petrified. Emily let out a frightening scream just before every light in the building came on and Mrs. Thomas came charging into the room.
"'Thank God,' screamed Emily hysterically, 'I thought you'd never get here. I thought they were going to kill me."
"That damn Emily had finked on us. She had ratted on us. I hated her damn guts. I wanted to kill her. If there had ever been anyone in my life that I had hated up till that time, I don't know who it could have been. I hated Emily.
"There was only one thought in my mind. I had to get Emily. I had to pay her back for what she had done. She was tied in the rack, twisting and turning, screaming incoherently about what we had done to her.
"I grabbed her by the pubic hair as she squirmed in the rack and jerked a handful of the black fuzz out. Emily screamed deliciously.
"Mrs. Thomas came running toward me, trying to stop me, for she saw what I was about to do, but Jackie tripped her, and she fell flat on her face. So as Emily squirmed and shot her pussy to and fro, I took aim with my clenched fist and rammed the entirety of it into her hole as hard as I could, breaking the hymen and making blood flood from her pussy and run down the crack of her stoolie
* * *
"Sex with girls seems to have gotten you in trouble," I said coolly.
"Trouble! Hell," she shouted, "it got me kicked out of the best arrangement I've ever had. Hell, I loved Jackie. Now she's living with her parents in New Jersey and I'm in the heart of Dixie with my aunt, a tough old bitch who says she's going to straighten me out, introduce me to some nice boys. Daddy never did believe the part about me being a lesbian, especially since I denied it.
"Are you still one?" I asked.
"No, not really," she answered, "I guess I'm a bit of both. Jackie wrote about a month ago and told me that she had a damn nice fellow with a big dick and that I'd best find me one too. So I started going with one the other day. I still enjoy fucking the old way. Dicks can turn me on." She looked at me with a glint in her eye and I promptly excused her.
Barbara had always wanted to be a swinger.
In her mind, the only way to swing-was with sex. Accordingly, she gave up her virginity at such a young age that it made her whole life quite different.
After losing her virginity, she took on a new philosophy, a rationalization that suggested loose sex was fine. She tried her best to make herself believe it, but she never completely fooled herself. There were always the guilt feelings. She covered these feelings with sex stunts such as the one on the high dive board at the California country club.
As for her hate of Emily, it was natural. She hated Emily because Emily represented everything that Barbara's parents wanted her to be. She actually envied Emily and hated her for her purity and covered her own guilt feelings with a pernicious attitude toward Emily.
In the end, Barbara made Emily, as best she could, just like herself, devoid of virginity, a ravaged parallel of herself.
Of course, Emily never really gave in during the sexual assault of Barbara and her friends, but that only made matters all the more tense for Barbara. She had to take Emily's virginity.
When we ask ourselves why Barbara acted the way she did we must trace her problem back to her parents. Their lack of concern for helping her after the country club incident is a strong signal that they shoved her here and there all through her life, hoping someone else would take the time to give her the love and advice she so desperately needed.
Yet her sexual rebellion is not just her parent's fault. Youth throughout the world are searching for some foothold in life. They are ripping away at the Establishment with every weapon they have and one of those weapons naturally-and sadly seems to be sex.
Emily was not only a fairy princess image of purity to Barbara, but also a symbol of the Establishment. Barbara's barbaric act of smashing the girl's vagina could easily be paralleled with her act of fornicating on the diving board. And had Barbara asked herself why Emily was in the girls' school in the first place, she might have thought twice about the girl's purity. For Emily must have been shuffled around by her parents too, and instead of being enemies, perhaps they were stronger comrades than Barbara imagined.
CHAPTER FOUR
My first personal experience with nude swapping rites on the high school level occurred last year when a girl whom the school administrators felt had a definite sex problem was sent to me for counseling.
The principal, an understanding middle-aged man who has always prided himself on being able to handle any situation without offending anyone, informed me one morning that Marcia W. had been organizing a nude sex cult among the student body. The gossip had been passed around like dirty pictures. The administrator felt he was ill-equipped to handle the problem and requested that I have a conference with her, since I was, age-wise, closer to her generation.
I found Marcia to be a tall, thin, blonde, yet with all the sensual qualifications that made the boys look more than once. Her hair was naturally light in color, but had been further lightened with bleach. She dressed fashionably, in a thigh-high mini-skirt that crept unreasonably high when she sat in front of my desk and crossed her long, lithe legs. Her blue eyes studied me with an amused glint and she spoke with a precocious insight.
"The principal said that you wanted to talk with me," she said evenly, without the usual hesitation of a student that senses a confrontation.
"Yes," I said frankly, "the principal wanted me to talk with you. I'm afraid that you've presented a peculiar problem here that is entirely new to this section of the country."
Marcia failed to speak, but chose to look down at the desk. When I didn't pursue the questioning immediately, she looked straight into my eyes.
"Of course, Marcia," I said with controlled firmness, "You know exactly what I'm talking about."
"I know," she stated. "I knew that the brass would find out. I hate the South. Ignorance is a way of life down here," she stated bitterly.
"I'm sorry you feel that way," I told her. "It really does no good. I want you to feel that you can talk to me. After all, a couple of years ago I was in college and might have been part of such an arrangement myself."
Marcia looked at me with awe. It was apparent that she did not readily believe me, but I had nudged the barrier that seemed to exist between us.
"Look, I went through the damn hippie stage myself," I said abruptly. "I was a long hair with the protest sign and the pacifist vocabulary. If you think you can shock me with a few four-letter words, you're wrong."
Marcia studied me again with her icy blue eyes. "Yeah," she said churlishly. "I tell you the whole damn story and then you play the damn stinking mess back to the principal and I get kicked out of school again. No thank you."
"There is no tape recorder," I lied. Actually, it was all being recorded, though not in an official capacity. I wanted it for personal reasons; to use it as research while pursuing my graduate degree. "Anything you say is strictly for my ears."
"I like to fuck," Marcia boldly challenged. When it was obvious that I was not going to reply, she continued. "I also like to look at nude bodies. What the hell is wrong with that?"
"I'm not going to judge you," I told her. "All I want to do is try to understand you so that I can make a recommendation as to what should be done about you. After all, school is not the place to organize sex cults."
"What's wrong with them. Sex and bare skin are a United States religion. There are millions of nudists and swappers in the United States, millions," she stated emphatically.
"You said that you like to have sexual intercourse. That's not uncommon. Tell me, Marcia, are you sexually aroused by viewing nude bodies?" I asked her.
"Sure, it makes me want to fuck. You'd want to do it to me if I took my clothes off in front of you," she told me. "Wouldn't you?"
I nodded. That seemed the key. I could tell that Marcia was going to open up then. We had reached common ground.
"When did you become interested in nudity?" I asked her.
"I've always been interested in it. I can remember when I was about nine or ten, living with my parents, they would always send me to bed, then go into their bedroom. I'd sneak down the hall and watch," she gleamed. "They didn't bother to turn off the light, ever. Dad would begin by kissing her. Then he would begin taking off her clothes, slowly, kissing nipples standing out like thumbs."
Marcia paused, then returned to the story.
"Then he'd take off her skirt and hose and massage her box. I could see the juices from her pussy wetting her panties. Finally, he'd take off her panties ... leaving her completely nude. They'd stand there and stare at each other for awhile, grinning and grabbing at each other. Then Mom would begin running her hands down into his pants. She always unzipped his pants and jerked his dick out. It was as if she couldn't wait to see it, stiff and erect. Hell, Mr. Hawkins, my Dad had a big dick. He had at least eight inches, and thick."
"Then she'd strip his clothes off, him tugging at her box all the while," she continued. "After he was nude they'd chase each other around the room, rolling on the carpet, until she'd laugh real loud and let him catch her."
Marcia paused again in the narrative to study my expression. I tried to keep it as passive as possible.
"Mom would always grab his prick, as if she had just discovered he had one, and plunge it into her mouth, sucking on it and flouncing her body around for him to get his mouth on her cunt, running his tongue deep into her, both squirming vigorously against each other.
"Dad would always climax at least once in her mouth, the sperm dripping from her lips, she would wipe them on the sheets and kiss him hard on the lips. Then Dad would ram his eight inches of throbbing meat into her pussy and pound her and pound her and pound her; till Mom would be pressing her middle toward the ceiling wanting more."
Beads of sweat had formed on Marcia's head. I wondered if they were from the storytelling or from the sexuality of the vivid picture she had painted.
"How many times did you see them do this?" I asked without inflection.
"Hundreds of times. I could always tell when it was going to happen. They would start playing with each other at the dinner table. You know, pulling at each other's clothes, laughing and kissing each other. Occasionally, when Dad thought I wasn't looking, he would slap her on the ass or pinch a tit early in the evening. By the time they went to bed, they had always worked themselves into a first-class fuck.
"You know, they liked to fuck. It's only natural that I would like to fuck too. Don't you think?" she asked.
"Sexual intercourse is part of normal life, but it is usually reserved for marriage," I informed her.
"Do you still watch?" I asked.
"No, they are divorced now, and I'm living with my aunt."
"When was the last time you saw them do it?" I asked.
"About four years ago, when I was a freshman in high school. They embarrassed me in front of Harold-a boyfriend-all night, then off to bed to fuck even before Harold left."
"Who's Harold, again?" I asked.
"He was just a boy. I was going steady with him. He lived a couple blocks away. Every Friday night he would come over and stay till around midnight. That Friday night Mom and Dad were exceptionally playful, slapping and kissing each other without even noticing that Harold and I were there.
"Finally, about ten o'clock, I knew that they had reached a peak and were going to go to the bedroom and feast on each other. They excused themselves together and walked off toward their bedroom, hand in hand. Harold and I watched as he reached up and pushed a breast flat with his hand even before they got there.
"Harold was a bit embarrassed at first. He actually tried to pretend that he hadn't seen anything; that he didn't know that my parents couldn't wait till he left to go off to bed and fuck.
"By this time, I had quit going down to the keyhole to watch. I would always sneak outside their window on the patio and peek inside. I had already begun to play with my own pussy as they fucked before that night, but that night was an especially tempting situation.
"You know what we did?" she asked me pointedly.
"No, but I could make a guess. Tell me."
"Well I told old dumb-nuts Harold that we were going to have some fun. He and I were going to go out to the patio and do a little necking. Well now, Harold was not exactly a Romeo. At first, he said that my parents would catch us sure as hell, but I told him not to worry about them. After all, I knew that they were in the bedroom busy fucking.
"Anyway, Harold and I slipped quietly out to the patio and sat on a lawn seat and began kissing. Harold wasn't very good and I was beginning to wonder if he was even going to excite me. The truth is that the bastard was so damned dumb that I had to take his hand and stick it up under my dress. Of course, Harold resisted, but I rammed his clenched fist into my pussy and told him to have a good time.
"Harold caught on real fast. He had a finger or two in there in no time. I took off my pants and skirt, leaving on my shirt-hell, my tits weren't even large enough for Harold then-and let Harold play some more. I'll admit that I was getting pretty damn excited. Shit, I was lying on that damn thing begging him to do more. Harold was no innovator.
I had to tell him everything.
"I kept telling him to put his mouth on it, but he wouldn't. Finally, I felt that I could climax and just had to have his mouth down there. So I unzipped Harold's pants, though he tried to not let me, and jerked out his hard dick. Harold was in heaven, though he still wouldn't do as he was told. I grabbed that son-of-a-bitch by the balls and squeezed. That snapped him out of that damn happiness. I told him that if he didn't put his lips on my cunt and if his tongue didn't start fucking me, I would rip his cock out by its roots.
"Harold went right to work. He wasn't much good, but it wasn't bad for a first effort. To help him, I grabbed him by his long curly locks and jerked his head up even with my parent's window. 'Look in, you fucker!' I told him. 'Now learn,' I shouted. I even raised up and watched part of it myself. Good old Dad and Mom were busy at each other's organs again. Harold was intrigued. We watched them till Dad began pounding into Mom's pussy with that beautiful tool of his.
"Harold leaned back down to my crotch and worked like he had never worked before. I swapped ends and grabbed his little prick with both hands, squeezed it as hard as I could, and bit it tenderly, before nibbling him into a climax. That damn young kid shot it all the hell over my face. I should have made him lick it off, but he was doing such a good job with my box. Hell, he had both hands clutching my legs to get a better hold of it.
"I had to take the lead again after that. I took Harold by the head and pulled him up to me. He was pounding and pounding, groaning loudly.
"'Shut your fucking mouth!' I told him two or three times, but he felt so damn good, after busting hell out of my insides with the first thrust, that I didn't bother to tell him again. I should have.
"Mom and Dad heard us out there beside their window. She probably heard a damn groan that wasn't hers. Anyway, the first thing I knew they were there, pulling us apart, just as Harold was climaxing, the white cream spurted everywhere. But Mom didn't bother to brush it off her housecoat.
"'What the hell do you think you're doing?' they were yelling at me. I told them quite plainly that I knew exactly what I was doing. I was fucking. I even liked it, I told them, and planned not to stop. 'Look, you stopped poor Harold just as his come Was coming out,' I screamed.
"'Where did you hear all this?' they shouted. And, hell I didn't know any better, so I told them. I told them about all the times I watched them, just as I'm telling you Mr. Hawkins, and about how Harold and I had watched and copied everything that they had done.
"They immediately sent Harold home, telling him not to mention it to anyone. I told Harold in front of them that if he told anyone, my grip on his balls would cause him to die of pain. It didn't do much good. Harold told everyone about it, from his parents down. After all, not many boys come home at night with come all over them smelling like a ripe pussy."
Marcia looked exhausted after relating her story. Beads of sweat had formed on her forehead and ran down her face, dripping onto her blouse. Every few seconds she would lick her lips and shut her eyes momentarily. I could tell that the pressure of the yarn was getting to her, wearing her extremely thin.
"What happened after that, Marcia, if you care to tell me?"
"Mom and Dad couldn't blame each other enough. Naturally, there was the divorce and I was to live with Mom and be exposed to no more of what I had been through. My loving parents made that decision themselves."
"I'll tell you what, Marcia, why don't you go on back to class when the bell rings in a few minutes."
She rose and went to the door before turning back to me. "What are you going to tell the principal?" she asked earnestly.
"I'm going to tell him that you and I are going to have a talk at this hour tomorrow, and at this hour every day, until I can make a recommendation of some sort. Okay?" I ventured.
"Fine," she said, "I'd like that a lot. It might help. In the end, I might want some advice myself."
CHAPTER FIVE
The next day Marcia came in for another conference during my free period. The principal thought that our conferences were a great idea. Like so many administrators, he had managed to convince himself that someone else could better handle the problems. In my case, he informed me frequently that I was young and could understand the problems that they faced better than he.
The principal would have no doubt expelled Marcia if she told him her story. It was easy to understand why Marcia could talk so freely to me. After all, I was the first educator who had offered to listen to her tale.
On her second visit, Marcia was a lot more at ease than she had been. She sauntered in with a smile and a greeting wave of her hand. "Hi Teach," she said, "you ready to listen to the psycho?'
"I'm ready to listen to you," I stated I told her that since we had started the day before at the beginning, it was only logical that we continue on that line. She agreed that that would be the simplest way to tell me the entire story without leaving any part of it out.
"Actually, my first encounter with sex scared the hell out of me," she began. "I shouldn't have let my parents know it, but it did. It also made me afraid to experiment any more with my own body. Of course, Mom wouldn't let me date boys after we moved from Kentucky to Florida. At first, I didn't mind at all. I felt that I was lucky to retain one parent after the way they had fought, trying to decide who had corrupted me the most. Hell, they never did decide.
"Regardless, I was a good girl for about a year. Then I met a girl named Mitsy S. and we became the best of friends. She only lived a block away and we used to walk back and forth to school together.
"For about five or six months after the divorce, Mom didn't date other guys. However, she got horny and started dating. I would always go over to Mitsy's house for the night. I'm sure Mom was fucking every hard dick she could find. Hell, it got to where I was spending at least two nights a week over there.
"Of course, Mitsy's parents were divorced too, but her Mom was around fifty and a lot less active than my Mom, who was barely forty. Mrs. S. would have an occasional caller and would always give Mitsy and me a couple dollars apiece to go to the show, which we rarely did.
"At first, we just messed around town, but Mitsy was a good-looking girl, probably more attractive than myself, though I realize that I'm attractive to most men. However, I was afraid to be picked up by boys, even the ones off the street that I knew.
"Eventually, we devised a system whereby we would meet our dates in the park and neck under the trees.
"At the beginning I tried not to get hot, but that didn't last long. The first time that a boy stuck his tongue in my mouth the juices wet my pants completely through my slacks. However, I was no pushover. In fact, no boy had me for quite a while.
"The first one, in Florida, did it almost by accident. Mitsy and I met Larry and my date, Lewis, at the park as usual. Since it was supposed to rain, though it never did, the boys brought a tent to the park. They told their parents that they were going to camp out that night.
"We all got into the tent and began playing cards by the lantern light. Of course, we were playing strip poker. At first, it was one big joke, but when Mitsy and I kept winning, we wouldn't let it be a joke. After all, why should we."
Marcia stopped her narrative to laugh at the setting, which seemed a fond memory at least.
"Anyway, the boys were stark naked in about an hour. We let them cover their private parts with a blanket that was in the tent. Soon though, the game of cards grew tiring, but Mitsy and I didn't quit playing. We refused to give the boys their clothing back.
"For a while they whined around and threatened to take the quilts away and expose themselves. Mitsy didn't think they would and I really didn't care. The thoughts of their nude bodies, penises erect, ran passionate shivers through my body. I almost dared them to show me their nakedness.
"Finally, the playing inside the tent got rough. The boys were trying to take their clothes from us, but we were holding tight to them. When Lewis pulled me over on top of him, I grabbed his hard dick through the quilt and squeezed. At first, he looked at me like he didn't believe it, but then he did a double-take when I jerked the skin up and down for him a couple of times. I hoped that he had fucked many girls before me so that he could give me all the pleasure that was possible.
"'You got hold of my dick!' he uttered in amazement. Of course, Mitsy was no virgin. She had told me about the little boys that had stuck a root in her. She saw almost immediately what was about to happen and ran her hands under the cover to touch Larry on the head of the peter.
"'You really want to fuck!' Lewis said. I told him not to get in too big a hurry and I would consider the proposition. Of course, boys are often in too big of a hurry.
"Mitsy and I made the two boys get on the other side of the little tent and watch us in the dim light while we took off our clothes. Their beady eyes watched us with animal lust. Mitsy almost tore hers off, but I took my time, letting them savor every second.
"When I was completely nude, we sat across from each other, staring and letting the pressure within our bodies build. Finally, Lewis lunged at me and kissed me hard on the mouth. He tried to get me to put his dick in me, but I wasn't ready and told him so. At first, he faltered about putting his head between my legs, but he realized that was the only way his passion was going to be given a vent.
"Lewis ducked his head down and began manipulating the outside of my pussy, but I took him by the ears and pushed his face deeper, forcing him to do it right. Larry and Mitsy were watching. Mitsy leaned over in the tent and took Lewis' hard dick and began nibbling on the head tenderly. I put my mouth on Larry's erect penis. Larry obligingly put his tongue in Mitsy's pussy to complete the circle.
"The come was flowing out of Larry's hot dick in no time, but I only sucked harder, biting it just enough to make him feel it. When the circle broke, Lewis was on top of me, kissing my tits and rubbing his hand up into my cunt to make sure that it didn't cool before he could split my body with his passionate prick."
Marcia had her head tilted back, her eyes closed. One hand was tightly clutching her blouse, massaging her breasts involuntarily, the other pushing down on the bone above her pussy. Sweat was glistening on her body. She had stopped talking to have a mild climax.
"Anyway," she finally said, after regaining her composure, "that damn Lewis was a fucking son-of-a-bitch. His damn dick wasn't too terribly big, but what he didn't have in size he made up for in sheer determination.
"When Lewis had been spent, Mitsy and I changed partners. Of course, we hoped that we could arouse the boys again, but Mitsy couldn't do any good with Lewis. His peter was spent for a while, but Larry still had some juice in him. All I had to do was make him realize it. I tried sucking it, but it failed to do much more than make it grow large. So I stuck his head between my legs and pumped his tongue till he was ready."
"How often did you and Mitsy meet with these two boys to go through this ritual?" I asked.
"Often. A couple times a week after that. At the beginning, it was just the four of us, but there were more at the end," she informed me.
"How many more?" I asked her. My suspicions were growing.
"I guess about a dozen some nights. Of course, we did things different when there were that many. We would find a place were it was light enough that everyone could see and we were sure that we wouldn't be caught to have our fun.
"The best place was an abandoned house in the neighborhood. We would all meet there and bring candles. The candles would be placed in a ring and we would all take off our clothes one at a time while the others watched. The girls-I say girls though there were never over three or four girls would always walk around the candle after disrobing and let the boys all put their fingers in their cunts. The boys would always walk around the ring with their penises erect to let the girls kiss them. We once had a boy that liked to kiss them, but the other boys threated to beat his nuts with a hammer if he showed up at the party again.
"After everyone was nude, we would begin drawing straws to see who would go first, though spinning the bottle was much more fun. The two people who got to go first would go to the center of the circle and lie down-depending on how they decided to do it-on the mat and go to work.
"The rest of the group would sit and watch while the couple would try to fuck each other to death. Usually, they would start by eating each other, then work up to fucking.
"Of course, some of the boys would always begin to beat their own meat watching the acts. They couldn't seem to wait. However, whenever that would happen, some girl would usually go over and assist him by sucking him off, letting the sperm shoot up on his belly, then rubbing it all over his body like liniment. A few times like that and he would look like he'd been dipped in come.
"In fact, I'd still be in Florida, fucking everybody I could find that would have me, except for what happened."
I let the silence build for a good thirty seconds before I coaxed her to continue her story.
"Well, one night we were all in the middle of this gigantic fuck when Larry and Mitsy had a fight. The thing was that Mitsy had begun to think of Larry as her fellow and didn't want anyone else fucking him. Larry didn't agree. The truth is, if I say so myself, my cunt was a lot sweeter than hers, according to Larry. But Mitsy went off in a comer and watched us without letting anyone screw her. She said that she could satisfy herself without Larry's damn precious prick.
"So Mitsy found herself a damn light bulb and began running it in and out of her pussy. Watching us having fun, she became excited and began fucking it, in and out, faster and faster, arching her back to get it in deeper. Her head was pressed firmly against the wall, her feet in front of her, the right hand and a glass bulb feeding her naked body, flapping her juicy pussy; till her feet slipped and her ass went bouncing to the floor on top of her fucking bulb."
Marcia stopped abruptly, but I knew that that wasn't all that she wanted to tell me. I urged her to continue, that she had nothing to be afraid of. She was beginning to cry, the tears choking her voice, makeup running over her pretty face.
"That damn bulb broke. The dumb bitch bled to death before we could get her to a hospital," Marcia sobbed.
* * *
The next day, I told the principal that we were making great progress with the conferences and that Marcia was opening up. She trusted me and I honored her trust. I never betrayed Marcia's trust in me. The principal had no knowledge of what Marcia told me. The knowledge would have shocked him.
Marcia came into the office, rather cheery, considering how she had left crying the day before. I remarked on how happy she seemed.
"I've been carrying that story I told you yesterday inside me for quite a while. It helped to get it out. It really helped," she said.
"Tell me," I began, trying to find out the entire story, "what happened after Mitsy's death?"
"Not much really. Mitsy's mother tried to keep it quiet. Naturally, Mom guessed the truth even though she wasn't told all of it. There was talk about my going to live with Dad, but Mom decided against it. Dad might be a bad influence on me she said.
"All that really resulted was that we moved again. This time we went to Michigan to begin anew."
"How did you do there?" I asked. "I really didn't do any better. I tried. God knows that I tried, Mr. Hawkins. It just seemed that things were too tempting. And then I was getting older and needed things that I hadn't need previously. One of those things was a boyfriend. At first, Mom said that I could not have one, but she changed her mind. She realized that it was better to have a boyfriend in the open than to have one behind her back.
"Actually, I realize now, I had become too fond of fucking to have a boyfriend. I had already learned my lesson, about what could happen if sex was used wrong, but I believed that I could use it with more wisdom than Mitsy had.
"So I started going with boys regularly and not giving in to them. I was beginning to be called a prick-teaser all over school until I started going with Ralph. Ralph thought he had a new way to arouse me. The other boys had only tried kissing.
"But the kids there had a cult that had just been formed. A kid that had been a hippie one summer introduced it in school and it caught on immediately. Of course, it operated under the old sexual freedom guise. The people that belonged said that the thing to do was to join a nudie cult to prove that there was nothing dirty about the human body, even the most personal parts.
"The one that Ralph belonged to was called NATURE'S CHILDREN, which they stole, no doubt, from some nudist colony sign somewhere.
Anyway, I told Ralph that I would go to a meeting with him just for kicks to see if there was anything to it. After all, the other kids were talking about it all the time and saying they weren't ashamed of their bodies.
"So, I went to one of the meetings, expecting a lot less than what happened. When we got there, they had elected to meet in an old barn, outside the city. It was a Saturday and there were about twenty high school kids and a couple of hippies present.
"The president of the club made a short talk about how the club was for the sexual freedom that was due all young people and about how beautiful the body really was and about how everyone had a sexual bag. Whatever your bag, according to the president, you should be allowed to do it. Ralph said that the guy was really a queer and like to look at nude boys.
"When the fellow had finished speaking, all the people present began to take off their clothes. Everyone looked at everyone's organs. I personally looked at Ralph's which was a long, full dick that fell down a good six or seven inches. It was the type that might touch the water when he sat on the commode.
"With all those nude bodies around, it was only natural that something happen. At first, I could ignore it. Then a boy got on a hard while we were forming this circle around a kind of altar. When his penis went erect, everyone looked at him. The boy was embarrassed.
"I watched and tried not to .get excited, but I couldn't keep from it. The juices in my body were ready, more than ready. When I saw those peters erect, I wanted to go over and jump atop them and ride the boys to the floor. Ralph noticed that I had shut my eyes to hide the sight, but he said I should open them because the body was, indeed, beautiful. "I might have made it fine except that Ralph found it necessary to reach over and tug at my tit, just as Dad used to do Mom, when he spoke. The action was too much to stand. The juice was flowing from my pussy and down my leg. Fuck me! Fuck me! I kept yelling to Ralph, and he did-right in the middle of the floor, half on the aljar-and half on the hardwood.
"If Ralph had six inches on soft, it was a good nine on hard. His dick come twisting at my pussy, the head of it growing and turning purple as the blood rushed to fill it. I grabbed it with sweaty hands and crammed it into my cunt, pumping him as hard as I could.
"I was in a semiconscious state, floating around somewhere, wishing the nine inches were fifteen and wanting to kiss it for being nine, then bite it for not being longer.
"The thick penis of Ralph's filled my body with come and when he pulled it out I was still wanting him to go on. The rest of the group had gathered around us and watched. A couple of the boys had masturbated on top of us and their sperm was lying around everywhere, a lot of it on Ralph's back. But when Ralph quit, I was just beginning. I want to fuck! Please, someone, fuck me more! I yelled. I was mounted by one boy after another who filled me with fluid, until my pussy was shredded flesh, dripping with blood and come.
"I don't have any idea how I got home. When I awoke the next morning, Mom was there bathing out my pussy with some grease. She asked me if I could walk. It hurt, but I did. It wasn't till a couple of months later though, that I found out the worst. Hell, all that fucking had left me pregnant and I didn't even have an inkling of who the father might be. I could have blamed it on Ralph, but think of the dozens of boys who must have fucked me in that barn. They could all be called to testify for Ralph that there was a pint of come under my ass when they got tired or sorry for me and quit."
She paused in her narrative and wiped her eyes.
"Can you imagine me a mother?" she asked.
I saw no need to answer that, but instead queried her about the matter.
"The baby was never born. I had an abortion. Mom was there and convinced the guy to put me to sleep. The damn fucker probably dug the kid out with a table spoon. Shit, I'll never know and never want to." she said.
Marcia was growing weary again, but I had to ask a few more questions. One especially was bothering me. "Who did the abortion?" I asked.
"No damn doctor," she answered, "but some fucking quack that Mom found to do the job. She paid him and he paid me. Because of him, I never have to worry about kids. If I ever marry and have any they'll be hand-picked and ready-made fresh from the orphanage."
CHAPTER SIX
When a new kick comes along, kids are quick to catch on. When the nudity bug and swap fads hit the high schools, it seemed that everyone wanted to try it.
With Marcia, her mother forced her to change schools, but Marcia explained to me the next day that she was too far along to "give a fuck" what anyone told her. She felt that she really didn't have anything to lose.
So Marcia became an innovator among her peers, instead of a follower. During the winter they had all kinds of ice escapades. As Marcia told it, "We would all get together at some secluded pond during the winter when the snow was all the hell over the place and meet.
"What we'd do would be to lay out quilts on the snow to form an impressive patch. Then we'd all get on top of them and slowly take our clothes off. It was always cold at first, but it would soon be bearable. Shit, I've even had snow rubbed in my pussy to cool it off.
"Usually, before much sex play would happen, some guy would start throwing snowballs around and we'd all have a good snowball fight. Eventually, everyone would get to scuffling and fucking."
Marcia had become completely at ease with me by then, talking at a rapid rate without any hesitation. She used the four letter words now, but not for impact. She used them because they were just a natural part of her vocabulary.
"How long did the cult last?" I asked her, leading her on.
"A couple of damn good months," she answered. "About the middle of February it was disbanded."
I begged her to continue.
"Well, we met on the outskirts of town one Saturday. The nude bit was going fine. The boys were all erect and their five female mates were ready, too.
"I was going with a boy named Joe then, who was a long and lean fellow with black wavy hair.
Joe was kissing my cunt and massaging my legs wtih his hands. The juices were going good and I was sucking his dick.
"However, the party didn't last long. A damn farmer came on the scene. 'Hey, you kids,' he said, 'what the hell do you think you're doing? I'm i getting tired of you coming here every damn weekend. Why don't you go somewhere else. I've watched your disgusting actions!'
"Of course, he gave himself away when he said that. Then we all knew that the old bastard had been watching our actions for no telling how long. I honestly don't know why he suddenly decided to come out of the bushes and warn us then.
"At first, we all stopped what we were doing, but I knew that Joe was about to come all over the place and I wanted the old man to see it. So I nibbled on it with more vigor as the old bastard spoke, till the sperm was shooting out all the hell over the place. The old bastard was only a few yards away. 'Look, you old fucker, look!' I yelled at him, 'I bet you haven't even got any sperm, have you. I bet that damn prick of yours, if you even have one, is shriveled worse than any damn prune!'
"The old fucker just stared at first, but I knew that if we didn't involve him, he would run and tell. The thing had to be done. I got up off the mat and waded through the snow over to him. He was at least fifty years old, but the passion had caused an erection in him.
"I asked him in a teasing way if he had a hard-on and then reached and touched his hand before he could answer. He gave it to me and I took it and stuck it between my legs and let him feel the warm juices that were still coming out of my box.
"'Come on and fuck me, old man. Isn't it better than laying up there in the snow and wanting to jack off or something?' I asked him.
"The old fellow was a bit apprehensive at first, but he yielded. I told him my feet were getting cold and the chill might work up to my cunt if he didn't move, so he followed me through the snow to our quilts and blankets.
"I made a motion to the other girls and they came over. We made him lie down at first and then we disrobed his old body, kissing on it and rubbing it up with our hands. The boys saw immediately that it might take a while so they began dressing.
"I reached into his pants and found his hard-on, stroking the skin up and down a few times for him. The old bastard tilted his head back and groaned. It was probably the first time in years that he'd done it. When he was totally nude, we literally covered his body with ours for a few seconds, waking every nerve ending on his epidermis.
"The old bastard's prick was standing straight up and he began begging that we give it to him, but he kept saying 'love me, love me,' which I didn't like. 'What you mean is fuck me, fuck me, isn't it old bastard?' I yelled into his ear. We made him repeat the word fuck for us several times before we did him any good.
"I got down and spread his legs and took hold of his dick with both hands and began nibbling on the enlarged head. Another girl put her legs around his neck and he shot his tongue out at her pussy, running it far into her body. The girl arched her back in pleasure and groaned. The old bastard was really getting the hang of it.
"I sucked on his dick 'till I thought he was coming. Then I sat down on top of his throbbing tool and began jumping up and down on it. The old bastard began coming. I could feel the warm liquid surging into me. It had probably been building up for years. He tried to arch his back, but he couldn't support my weight. Hell, I thought his body was going to break.
"The other girl got off his mouth just in time to see the sheriff, a couple of deputies, and a gray-haired lady come over the hill. However, I was still on top of the old bastard pumping his half-hard, him groaning for more.
"The boys immediately took off running in all directions. Since there was little I could do, I just kept right on fucking the old man. He had a fresh erection and was beginning to really get the feel of it again, when the law and what was obviously his wife arrived.
"One of the officers took me by the shoulders and pulled me off the old bastard. His eyes nearly popped out of his head. He was speechless.
"Everyone was ignoring me. The old lady was telling the cops that he had been coming out that way for many Saturdays, running on the pretense of taking a walk. She thought she was so lucky to have followed him and caught him in the act.
"At last, they all turned to me and the old lady said that she was awfully ashamed of her poor sex-maniac husband for his corrupting me like he did. She told me that she hoped that I knew that all men weren't as dirty and filthy as her depraved husband.
"The lawmen wrapped the quilts around me and quickly rushed me to a hospital for an examination. The doctors found me okay and released me inside of an hour.
"When I left the hospital, there was my Mom and the policemen. Of course, they had told Mom that this terribly depraved old sex-maniac had taken a bunch of young girls and made them his private orgy force. It was quite obvious to me then, that the boys and the other girls had all let the cops and the old lady believe what they wanted to. Mom, of course, knew different, but she would never say anything to hurt me. So naturally, it was best for them to believe what they did.
"I read in the newspapers later that the old bastard was released after psychiatric treatment to a mental ward somewhere. Naturally, his wife had divorced him.
"However, I was not in Michigan when I read the wire stories about the incident. I was in California. Mom decided that she just wasn't able to contain me any longer. She explained that she had tried hard to set a good example for me while I was living with her, but it was obvious that I was too much influenced by what I had learned from my father. Accordingly, I moved in with my father in his swinging bachelor pad.
* * *
Nudism and swapping probably has its most enthusiastic following in California. Thus, it isn't surprising to know where the majority of high school nudist seem to be.
Also, the western cults are in many instances much more imaginative than their counterparts in other sections of the country. At least, that can definitely be said in the case of Marcia W.
At our next session, Marcia asked me if she could smoke. Of course, it was against the school rules, but I allowed her to light up since I felt that it was necessary to maintain the friendly rapport that we engaged in.
"What happened in California?" I asked her.
"A great many things. It was summertime almost as soon as I arrived and the schools were out and the kids running wild. Dad's a swinger of sorts. He told me that I would have to be responsible enough not to let things get out of hand again. He knew that I had been pregnant and had an abortion and he knew that my school record wasn't too good. I liked it from the first day I was there. I felt as free as a lark.
"I went down to the beach, which wasn't far from Dad's apartment, the first day and laid myself out on the beach. I hadn't been there too long when a boy came over and sat down beside me. He was obviously not more than eighteen years old and had long hair like a hippie's.
"He was very polite. His name was Granger and I loved him from the first few minutes.
"Granger stood an inch over six feet, and had blonde hair that had been lightened many shades by the sun. His body was that of an athlete, bronzed and strong. I later found out that he lifted weights three times a week to keep his body in shape.
"We talked about nonsense things for an hour or so and Granger asked me to see him again that night. Of course, I agreed.
"He took me out to eat and to a movie. He didn't even make a pass all night. I was beginning to wonder if he had been around too many muscle men that loved ather men. Finally he took me home.
"We went out again the next night and the night after before Granger made a pass. We were lying on the beach, staring up at the stars around midnight, when we seemed to run out of anything to say or talk about, so Granger suggested that we take a swim. Well, I hadn't brought a bathing suit and I wasn't going in in my shorts.
"Granger suggested that the natural thing to do was to take off our clothes and make it in the buff. I sensed that Granger was testing me out. He wanted to find out how far I would go, but I wasn't sure of his methods. I wondered at the time why he didn't just kiss me till I got hot like most boys tried to do, then run his hands down into my panties to finger my cunt. Of course, he wouldn't have gotten very far with that method.
"I agreed to his suggestion and immediately started taking off my clothes as did Granger. I noticed that he was watching intently, so after I had taken off my shorts and blouse, I sant back down on the towel and unsnapped my bra. When I slid my panties over my legs I spread my legs so that he got a full view of my pussy in the moonlight.
"Granger's eyes were glued to my cunt. It seemed that he couldn't take his eyes away. To oblige him, I left my legs spread as long as I dare, to let him feast with his eyes.
"I told him that I thought he was going to take his clothes off, because he hadn't shed them. He grinned and began taking them off, but he never did take his eyes off of my cunt. When he dropped his pants, his dick stood erect, close to his belly. It didn't look particularly large against his muscular belly, but it was thick and his body was strong.
"'Let me look at you' he said. I allowed him to spread my legs. Then he dived his head and face into my cunt, lapping at my pussy with a vigor that sent chills of desire throughout my body.
"The pleasure built up within me to a degree that I wanted to scream with pleasure as his tongue went about the work within my juicy pussy. When the pressure had built up as high as I though I could stand, I pulled his head up. He showered my body with kisses, biting down on my nipples. Then he slapped both hands on my breasts and kissed as hard as he could. The tang of my cunt was still on his lips.
"I took his peter and shoved it in me. Granger pumped me with come. Only seconds had lapsed and he was growing soft. I took his dick out and sucked it, but it did no good. However, when Granger spread my legs again and put his lips on my pussy, it went hard again and I sucked it with renewed pleasure. Ten minutes later, he was coming and I was too, but he kept sucking my cunt and he never lost his hard. It was a wonderful night to recall," she concluded.
"How long did you and Granger go together?" I asked.
"A month or two I guess, but most of the nights were not like the one on the beach that first time. You see, Granger belonged to this group that met a couple times a week at least," she answered.
"What kind of group was it?" I ventured.
"Well, it was a groovy group. At first, I thought they were a bit weird, but I later learned to love it. In fact, I was kind of dependent on it.
"The group consisted of about ten of us and we all loved the same things. We would meet at the same place on the beach and build a fire.
"After building the fire, we would all take off our clothes and sit around the fire and sing songs, usually what you would call dirty songs. But it was more than singing around the campfire. We had regular rituals just like any good social group. We called it 'skinning it back."
"We'd take turns going to the front of the group and showing them our organs. When the girls would stand in front of the fire to show theirs, the boys would squeal and hold their pricks. It wasn't uncommon at all to see one of them climax.
"Some of the girls liked to see the boys too, but that wasn't my thing. Sure, it excites me to see a peter erect, but I'd rather fuck.
"I'd always go to the center of the group semicircle and stand in front of the fire. The first thing I'd do would be to get down on my hands and back and act like I was going under an invisible limbo stick, my pussy stuck straight up in the air.
"When I'd do that, Granger would literally go into fits, squirming his body, inching closer to me. The crowd would watch and encourage him to go on. Finally, he would be almost to my pussy. Then I'd jerk it away. When I'd jerk it away, Granger would sleek back to the circle clutching his dick and watching for my next move.
"Then I'd turn my back to the group and bend over head first toward the fire, placing my hands around to my behind, the fingers digging into my own pussy and spreading it wide apart for Granger to see.
"He'd always see it and begin crawling on his knees toward it making funny groaning noises in his throat, his tongue out. This time I'd let him get all the way to me and allow his tongue to enter. Then I would draw it away from him.
"Then after he had retreated to the semicircle again, I would get down on my belly in front of the fire and squirm in the sand. Granger would become so sexually excited that he would not be able to control himself any longer. He would jump up and straddle me with a yell, plunging his beautiful dick into me from the back and lying atop my ass, pound his meat into my pussy as hard as he could for as long as he could.
"The others would look on, some of them without any interest, until we were through. Then we'd suck each other to see if we could become aroused again, which was always the case. When we were through, another girl or boy would come to the front of the fire."
"Why did you leave California?" I asked her.
"I had to. There was no choice. Dad made me leave. I really wish I could have stayed and married Granger. After all, he might have done so in a year or two. I asked him to run away with me and marry me before I left California, but he wouldn't. He agreed that I had the best-looking pussy in the world as far as he was concerned, but he wasn't ready for marriage," she answered.
"Why did your father make you leave California?" I asked her.
"My luck ran out again. Dad is a stud, of sorts, I guess. Anyway he was on the beach one night with a girlfriend of his and they were laid out on a towel, fucking their hearts out. Granger and I, along with several friends from the group, were walking along the beach after a party by the fire.
"Naturally, we saw this couple fucking on the beach and Granger suggested a way that we could have some fun. I had no idea that it was Dad, so I went along with it. Besides, I don't know that I would have ever recognized Dad that night if it hadn't been for a light someone brought out, but that was later.
"We all took off our clothes again. Granger and the boys were hard when they saw us strip. So the girls went over to the fellow and jerked him off the girl he was fucking. The guy yelled a couple of cuss words, but we went right on. One of the girls sat down on top of his mouth and began squirming her lips over his mouth. His dick was still erect so I sat on it and pumped hell out of him.
"Dad screamed, or tried to, at first, but he quit in a second or two and laid back to enjoy it.
"The girl that Dad had been fucking tried to get up but one of the boys held her down while Granger buried his face in her wet cunt. I could hear him feasting on her even from where I sat screwing Dad's peter. The girl that was on his mouth fell away in a few minutes when one of the boys wanted her and I fell down on top of Dad and kissed him hard, pumping harder and harder on his dick. Dad threw me over and got on top, ramming my pussy so hard that I thought I would bust, but it was good. Dad is a damn good fuck, if I say so myself.
"Anyway, Dad shot me full of come just as I went into sexual ecstasy myself. The result was that his dick came out when we both contracted our bodies. I grabbed the coming peter and stuck it in my mouth, tasting the juice and spewing it out of my mouth back on his belly, sucking it to get the last drop."
"It was at this time that one of the girls brought out a flashlight. I looked straight into Dad's face just as I stuck his erect penis back into my mouth."
* * *
Marcia didn't come in for our conference for several days after our last meeting. I couldn't decide at first whether it was because the remembering of her sexual encounter with her father was too painful or what, but I decided to go looking for her.
In the principal's office, I was informed that I need not look on the school grounds because I wouldn't find her there or in class. Marcia had been expelled.
I was shocked.
"I had no choice," the principal told me painfully, "because of what she did yesterday. You see, I believe your Marcia is what the doctors would call a nymphomaniac."
"What did she do?" I asked.
"Well, from the rumors that were floating around, she had decided to abandon her nudity cult at this school after talking to you. She told that to several girls whom I had spying for me."
"What did she do?" I repeated.
"Marcia was dared by some of the basketball boys to come into their dressing room while they were dressing. She did. In fact, once she got in there, she took off her clothes and dared any one of them-or more I might add, according to reports-to come and get her, which a dozen or so of them did," he told me.
I asked him for Marcia's address and permission to leave the school. He granted both.
Marcia's aunt lived in the wealthy side of this small southern town in a tall white frame house.
A rather tall lady with silver hair and a straight back stared down her nose at me. "Could I help you, young man?" she asked.
I told her that I was looking for Marcia. She gave me an inquisitive look, trying to decide what I represented. When I explained who I was and that I only wanted to talk to Marcia, she told me to come on in.
Marcia was lying on the bed in her room reading. Her aunt excused herself and shut the door behind her on the way out.
"I heard about what happened, Marcia," I told her.
"Yeah, I figured you would," she said. "I bet that they said that I was so good that you came here to get a little pussy, right!"
"Wrong," I stated flatly, knowing that she was just ribbing me, trying to find a soft place to kick.
"Come on, Teach, you must know that I'm nude under this housecoat, that my pussy is panting for you," she said
"You know better than that, Marcia. If that's the best you can do, I see no need for this conversion to continue," I told her with all the patience I could muster.
"I know," she finally said.
"Why did you do it?" I asked, "Why?"
"Hell, Mr. Hawkins, who knows? I was all up tight and I needed to get out of it, somehow," she said.
"So you laid a bunch of boys at school so that you could be ousted," I added.
Tears were beginning to form in the comers of her eyes. She tried to fight them back. She was strong and she didn't want me to know that she was human enough to cry. But the tears came anyway, a trickle at first. Then she was sobbing freely on my chest.
"Help me," she cried, "please help me. I want to be a good girl."
* * *
Of course, I couldn't help Marcia any more personally, but I saw that she got psychiatric help.
Today, Marcia is cured, to the best of my knowledge. The doctor that was able to help her did so with the aid of my tapes. Of course, he recognized immediately that Marcia's primary trouble was her conceptions of sex that she had gotten from her parents.
The last I heard, Marcia had finally acquired a high school diploma and was enrolled in a secretarial school in California.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The introduction of the nude therapy bit to the general public caused a rash of experimentation to break out on the high school level.
Even the young intellectual had good reason for gazing on nude bodies. They could point out that there was nothing sexy intended, but rather a probe into each others psyches.
Such a case in point was Kenny L., a kid with a 140+ IQ. The trouble with Kenny was that he was always bored. The educational bit came so easy to him that he had the information learned long before his peers.
Another problem with Kenny was that he was aware that his intelligence ranked high above his classmates and friends. Hence, if he had an idea, then it was correct and anyone that disagreed with him would be proved wrong by Kenny's keen logic.
I became interested in Kenny during class discussions when I was always the only one to disagree with him, and his logic was sharp enough at times to make me back up and revise a statement or two. He was a natural class leader.
But I would never have known much about Kenny if he hadn't been arrested. I was awakened by a call one night. It was the police station. They told me that they had a student of mine, Kenny L., who was drugged on glue and wanted to be released, but they couldn't just let him walk away. Naturally, I said that I would come down.
I found Kenny down there all right, but he didn't appear drugged. I asked the officers what he had done.
"This kid," a large officer behind the desk with a big red and bulbous face began, "went downtown to the courthouse and started taking off his clothes in front of traffic. Hell, he had traffic backed up two or three blocks looking at him. He was just parading nude, up and down the street."
"You sure he was glued?" I asked.
"He was something or why would he have done it?" he answered.
"What can I do with him?" I asked.
"Well," the red-faced cop told me, "He won't want us to call his parents and he's cried and confessed that he sniffed glue and went crazy. Personally, I believe the kid and want to let him off, but he has to be released to somebody. He wanted it to be you. All you have to do is see that he gets to court next Saturday morning."
Kenny was sitting behind the desk with a humble expression on his face, listening to the policeman and me talk. I hadn't believed a word the officer had said. Sure, I believed that Kenny had confessed all right, but that glint in his eye told me he was sitting there and enjoying every minute of it.
I signed the paper and Kenny and I left together. Once in the car, I informed him of my thoughts.
"I don't believe that you've been sniffing glue," I said.
"No," he stated, "kills brain cells. I took off my clothes because I told the kids at school that was what I was going to do today."
"Think you're pretty tough now," I said, misunderstanding his intentions.
"You don't understand," he laughed.
I asked him to explain, but he refused and said that I would only rat on him. However, I sensed that he really wanted to brag about what he had done and to try and impress me with his accomplishments. Finally, he agreed, if I wouldn't tell it to anyone else. I promised him that I wouldn't tell the principal or the police, unless he broke some laws.
"If I broke any laws, they were only rigid moral ones that some old maid originated," he said. "I've been reading about nude therapy marathons and we've been having them after school at my place."
He went on to explain without my prompting.
"I explained to the kids that it was all in the area of scientific research and mental health. Not only that, but I promised the girls that it would be all look and no touch, if they wanted it that way. I'm also on a sexual freedom kick and that stunt of taking off my clothes tonight was just a warm-up. In a few weeks there will be a couple dozen of us making the scene on the court square in the nude. I hope all the boys have erections," he blurted, then caught himself. "Sorry about the language, Mr. Hawkins, I've had a thing about four-letter words lately."
"It's your story, Kenny, tell it any way you want," I said.
"Okay, I'll do just that," he began. "For the past month we've been meeting in the basement of my house. Dad and Mom go out every Friday night on the town and don't get home till the wee hours. Then, they're often too intoxicated to know anything anyway.
"I remember the first time we met. I talked three girls into coming over and two other boys. I didn't want to try to convince too many at once. Of course, the girls only said that they might try it. I explained to them that when everyone was nude, it wouldn't be embarrassing to them any more than wearing clothes would be in such a situation.
"So Linda, Joyce, and Gail came over with Al and Luke and me. I put on a record of soft, Mancini-type music and laid down the rules to the session. I told them that no one could touch anyone else, that we would disrobe and talk about sexual things, thus relieving our sexual tensions. I pointed out that Al sure as hell had plenty. He bragged last year that he masturbated every day and twice on weekends.
"Of course, the girls were not eager to comply and I saw right off that I would have to lead the way. Accordingly, I began taking off my clothes. When I had stripped off to only my underwear, Joyce yelled for me to stop and turned her back, trying hard as hell to blush. Hell, I bet Joyce has seen more nude male bodies and more stiff dicks than the locker room at school could hold.
"So I had to tell them again, that there was nothing wrong and that it didn't mean we were going to have sexual intercourse just because we were taking off our clothes.
"I was completely naked before anyone else removed a thread. Finally, at my constant urging, the boys got down to their underwear and the girls down to a bra and panty situation.
"At last, we were all nude and waiting for the session to begin. The only thing wrong was that the girls wouldn't sit Indian style on the blanket that I had laid down on the rug. They were, of course, afraid that the boys would see their pussies. I allowed them to sit as they wished, even though we could see a tuft of hair above their cunt.
"I started things rolling by telling about how I had watched a stud horse breed a mare when I was real young, and that it made me dream that someday I could be like a stud horse and try to wear my poor dick out. When I said that, I took my prick and pulled the limber thing out from my body and slapped it around a little. Joyce squealed and put her hands over her mouth. My tool grew a little bit through that ordeal, but it didn't get really erect.
"It was then the girls turn to say something and Joyce told about how she had learned how chickens fuck. She told us-quite correctly-that they didn't have intercourse, because nothing went inside of anything else. I told her that that meant that the chicken didn't have a pussy like she did.
"Luke had the floor next and tried to tell a dirty joke that fizzled. The others in turn followed his lead, but none of them were real funny.
"When it came my turn again, I planned to really put the girls under if I could. I told them about this great desire that I had for a girl to put her mouth on my dick and suck while I put my tongue in her pussy. The girls giggled and said that they didn't see why anyone would want to put their tongue there. I told them that there was a reason or two.
"I just kept on talking about it and using good descriptive words till finally all the talk about it caused my dick to get stiff as could be. I told the girls I felt like going into a comer and jacking it off. I also told them that it would be more fun if they would assist me.
"Joyce wanted to know how they could help. 'Just grab hold of it,' I told her. She informed me that the rules of the session didn't allow it. I told her that it was for experimentation. She grabbed it firmly when I reached out and got her hand and put it on my dick. 'It feels so warm,' she said.
"I showed her how to pull the skin up and down and she went about it. I asked her why she didn't put her lips on it and tell me how it tasted. When she did, I put my hands on her head and rammed it all the way in her mouth. She moaned, but I wouldn't let her take it out. But in a few seconds, she didn't want to take it out.
"I wasn't cold-hearted though. I wanted Joyce to enjoy it, too, so I lay close to her and spread her legs. Her pussy popped open, red and juicy. I kissed it easy at first, but harder as she gave me more to suck on. The damn thing seemed to turn inside out with pleasure. Just about then, I filled Joyce's mouth with come and it was running out her mouth at the comers. She didn't swallow the sperm as I figured she would, knowing Joyce, but spit it out on Linda who rubbed it all over her nude belly, laughing and reaching over to touch Luke's dick, the head of which had turned purple with desire.
"Joyce kept working at my dick with her lips, nibbling and kissing on it till it was hard again. Then I plunged it deep into her throat till she gagged. When she finally got it out, she began working her lips over my hairy belly toward my mouth and I began working toward hers.
"When we met, I shot my stone-hard peter deep into her pussy and pumped it with all my might. Joyce reeled with pleasure, arching her back and opening her pussy as wide as it would go, to let more of me in. When I finally did come that time, it was an explosion within her."
Kenny stopped the tale there, studying my face for a reaction. When I didn't comment, he continued.
"You know the girls. You can imagine what good fucks they are."
"You've been meeting for months," I asked.
"Yeah," he said. "And last Friday night was the best one we've ever had. I hope we have more like that one. Mind if I tell you about it?"
* * *
Kenny was like so many youngsters when they first discover sex. He was wild about it and wanted to tell everyone he saw. I was surprised that I hadn't heard about his sexual endeavors through the grapevine before he told me. In fact, I even suspected that Kenny had himself arrested just so he could call me to his rescue and tell me about his achievements with Joyce.
And telling of one such meeting of his nudity club wasn't enough. He had to tell me how his club grew, to further impress me.
"After the first meeting," Kenny said, "all the kids knew about it. We even gave ourselves a name, the Order of the Phallus. After the first meeting, kids were coming up to me all the time, wanting to join. Of course, I couldn't let just anyone join. I hand-picked my members so that, now, we have sixteen members, all of us in high school, eight girls and eight boys.
"But, like I said, last Friday was the best ever. We've even got a sort of ritual now and we worship the pussy and then the peter. I personally get more out of the former, though I don't mind my peter being worshipped.
"We all meet about seven and turn on some hot rock music with lots of drum beats. The soft music was out the second meeting. Now we use the farthest out music we can find, psychedelic freak-out tunes. We're going to begin using drugs soon."
My head snapped over to study his face. He caught the gesture. "Don't worry, Mr. Hawkins," he said, "we haven't used any, yet."
"Don't," I warned him.
"Anyway, we warm up by taking off our clothes and dancing the most popular dances in the nude. We have one we made up. It's called the 'Fuck' though no intercourse is involved. It's mostly just a prick tease.
"After we've danced a while, we are usually pretty warmed up and most of the boys have a hard-on. I remember the first time we danced nude. That damn Sammy shot come, he got so excited. But we're all used to it now, so it's later that the real fun comes in.
"There's a long oak table in the basement that's used for ping-pong that becomes our ritual altar. I originated it and I'm head of the order so I always lie on the table to be worked over by the girls.
"The first thing that the girls do is make sure that I'm on a stiff. The boys all sit down and watch from across the room while the girls work on me. They put the dick in their mouths if it isn't hard.
"When my peter is all hard and erect, all six girls mount on top of the table and stand above me. Then they begin dancing around me in time to the music, swinging their bodies around me, working themselves into a sexual frenzy. When the tempo reaches a peak, one of the girls will fall down and put her mouth on my dick and suck as hard as she can. The other girls all sit down on top of my body somewhere and massage, chanting 'Come, Kenny, Come. Shoot it in her mouth."
"Naturally, that only lasts for a few moments till I fill her mouth full of sperm. When that happens, she spits it out on my belly and they rub it all over me.
"When the girls are through with me, we boys go to work on Joyce usually, though other girls have received our favors when Joyce was on the rag.
"Joyce mounts the table. We put a foot stool up there that her ass rests on. When she's ready for the ceremony, her ass and her beautiful pussy are sticking straight up in the air, her legs spread, her eyes half closed waiting for the ecstasy that she knows is going to happen to her.
"We use a slower music for this ritual. It starts out slow anyway, but with every repetition of the original beat, it grows in momentum till at the end it is a roaring throb.
"The boys begin by dancing around Joyce, just as the girls danced around me. When the tempo builds, we drop to our knees. Then one of the boys gets a tit in his mouth, another the other. They bite and nibble, rubbing their hands up and down her belly. Another boy sits astraddle her head, allowing her mouth to kiss his dick. The other boys hold her legs apart while I kneel down between them and lap at her pussy. At first, I start out slow, just kissing on it and manipulating the organ to get it good and wet. Gradually, in time to the music, I send my tongue into her, harder and faster, faster and farther, till Joyce is a squirming serpent and we're holding her to keep her from floating into the air. When she begins to groan loudly and fight us more and more, I take my tongue out and sit down on her, running my dick down into her pussy, stroking her body with my hands as I do so.
"Then the girls come up to the table and everyone chants together, 'Fuck, Joyce, fuck,' till she explodes inside as I pound her with my dick till she thinks she can't stand more."
I stopped the car in front of Kenny's house. "I'll give you some advice, Kenny. Your orgies have, needless to say, gotten out of hand. I suggest you disband your sex club and never mention it to anyone again."
"I figured that's what you'd say," he said grinning.
"I told you that I wouldn't say anything and I won't," I said, "but that type of thing cannot continue."
"Yeah, Mr. Hawkins," he said, "it'll go on all right. Last Friday night was good, but this Friday night will be better than ever."
After reminding him of his court date with the judge, I allowed him to leave. However, he never made that court date. Kenny is in the state reformatory now serving time. I had to fight back my good reason to keep from informing the police myself, but I didn't have to. Kenny didn't take my advice. One of the boys bought a quantity of LSD, marijuana, and other drugs and brought them to their next party.
The result was that they did more than just have intercourse with Joyce. The papers stated that she had been mass raped by a bunch of drugged high schoolers, though I suspect that Joyce was willing. But they didn't stop there. They tied her to the table when Kenny was through and one of the boys took out a twelve-inch dildo and administered it to her repeatedly.
One of the girls got scared when Joyce kept screaming and was bleeding profusely. She went for the police. They caught the whole bunch of them in the act.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Parents and people outside the realm of education cannot really grasp the fascination that youngsters have found with each other's bodies.
Teachers are in a position to see a lot that they wish they did not see, or so they say. Students are forever growing more open with their sex remarks and actions. In fact, it even goes younger than high school age in many instances.
An elementary administrator that the author interviewed told about a note one of the teachers had. It read:
"Dear Julie: Be sure to wear your hose to school tomorrow because I promised the boys that they could fuck us during recess."
According to the principal, the note was written by a sixth-grader. The principal caught them doing just as they had promised.
These grade-schoolers are quite different from those of yesteryear, who shied away from the very mention of the word fuck much less the act. They are definitely a product of mass media, but they fail to exhibit much of the sophistication that some major magazines and newspapers have given them, while dubbing them "micro-boppers."
A sixth-grade teacher whom the author knows tells the story of a field trip to a state park last year:
"After we had arrived at the park, the kids went off in pairs in all directions. It was bad enough on the bus where there were only two of us to watch them, while they pulled each other down in the seats and kissed and who knows what all, but it was worse when we got to the park and they shot into the woods like mating beavers, holding hands and ducking behind trees to kiss and embrace.
"But the worst of it happened when we were trying to find them all and have them regroup in front of the bus so that we could call roll and see just who was missing. After taking roll four or five times, we found that there were indeed four missing-three boys and one girl.
"So I started walking out through the woods, hunting for them, while the other teacher stayed with the group. I found them-all four of them dancing nude on the side of a hill. I heard them first, laughing and screeching, in the distance. But I couldn't have guessed what was going on. When I got there, I found the girl lying completely nude. Her head was facing downhill and her arms were above her head bracing her body. Her legs were spread out wide so that the boys could cram their little penises down into her small vagina. And they were doing just that while she stared up at the blue sky and enjoyed every minute of it.
"I doubt seriously that the boys were old enough to do any great amount of good, but the little fellows were sure game enough, and they kept coming back for more. The girl was laughing and spurring them on.
"Well, I didn't know what to do at first, but I devised a plan. I broke off a little sapling with my hands and trimmed the branches off by twisting them with my fingers. It was about four feet long and about as big around as my middle finger when I got through with it. Then I went running off down that hill and trapped them against me and a creek bank, where I wore their naked bodies out with that switch. I brought plenty of blood and, if I had to do it again, I'd whip them harder and longer than they've ever dreamed."
Another case in point comes from a junior high principal, whom the author talked with recently.
"What would you do if you walked in on a seventh-grader who was busy instructing his classmates in the art of masturbation?" he asked me. "Well, I caught them there in the bathroom. The young boy had an audience of a half-dozen, all of them with a stiff penis in their hands.
"Hell, he was instructing it just like any good class, walking around among them and placing their hands and telling them how to stroke and when to expect best results, besides pointers on how to dispose of the evidence.
"I took the kid to the office for a conference and was going to call in the headshrinkers to deal with him, but I learned that there was really nothing wrong with the kid except he was poor and not terribly blessed mentally. He had failed a couple of grades and the other boys expected him to know more about sex than they.
"Not only that," the principal grinned, "but the girls had been asking the boys how many of them were men. They had then paid the older boy fifty cents apiece to teach them how to masturbate so that they could tell the girls they could serve as men."
* * *
Even junior high school students are often nudity fans, or, even worse, adolescent swappers. This past summer, I worked as a social studies teacher to a summer school set up through a government program.
Most of the students were underprivileged and black. In many cases, the failure during the school year had simply been due to absence from school.
In the following study, that was the case. The young Negro girl was fourteen and in the eighth grade. She had missed two months during the regular school year because she had run away from home with a roving hippie type preacher in his twenties, to be a disciple. At least that was the story that the faculty was telling.
The young Negress was tall and more tan than black. She dressed well and was generally popular among her classmates, of both races.
I had no problem with her personally, probably because I found less wrong with her than was the case with my colleagues, who criticized her for her dress and her words. The most objectionable thing the other faculty members found with her was her bringing up the subject of hippies and their philosophy in the classroom. They also objected to words like acid and pot being tossed around in a seventh grade classroom like common subject matter. And, of course, occasionally she would mention in class about living with the hippie preacher.
I personally found her class discussions both enlightening and interesting. In social studies classes, I've always used as much current events material as possible and her experiences and her vocabulary were certainly current. In fact, her contributions were more influential to the class in a positive manner than the other teachers could have guessed. All it took was a little correcting and editorializing on my part. She was a walking and talking example of what could happen if you got into the wrong crowd, though it was only natural that some of the pupils would look up to her. However, the number was not as great as the other teachers thought. Most of those questioning her were interested more out of curiosity than anything else.
Ellen's parents came to the school one day when Ellen was absent and asked to speak to me.
I shook hands with Mr. S. in the principal's office and nodded to Mrs. S. They were both middle-aged, and though they were obviously poor, they dressed nicely and were very courteous.
The principal excused himself from further conversation. When we were alone, Mrs. S. spoke.
"Mr. Hawkins, we would like for you to speak to Ellen. She respects you-and you're the only person I know of that she does. She says that the other teachers here treat her like she's a dirty nigger."
"I'm sorry she feels that way about the other teachers," I said soberly, "but I'm glad that I have her respect."
"I guess that you noticed she wasn't here today," Mr. S. told me. "You see, her hippie friend is in town and trying to persuade her to go back on the road with him. She's off somewhere with him, now."
"I hate to hear that," I told them with all the sincerity I could muster. "Ellen was passing and could have advanced to the high school level next year. I'm afraid that if she doesn't do that next year, she'll never do it, to be absolutely frank. And, of course, this hippie type cannot be good for her if he encourages her to leave school."
"That's not all he wants her to do," Mrs. S. told me. "I'm sure that she's been sleeping with him. I've tried to talk to her about it, but it doesn't do any good. She just laughs at me and tells me how stupid I am. I know I'm not educated, but I am her mother and I do care."
"I'm sure that she knows that," I said.
"We hope that she might listen to you, Mr. Hawkins," her father said. "She's spoken of you often at home and she just might listen. We have to try something."
I agreed to come to their house to dinner that evening and, in turn, they agreed to try to keep Ellen there for me to talk to.
Ellen lived in a section of town called the "black bottom."
The family was a rather large one-four boys and three girls. However, dinner was set for only four. Mrs. S. explained that the younger children had eaten earlier so that the four of us could eat in a better atmosphere.
Over dinner, we talked about odds and ends, nothing of any importance. Of course, that was done for Ellen's benefit. It wasn't until after dinner that I asked Ellen if she would like to go outside and sit on the lawn for a chat. She agreed and we meandered out.
It was after nine and the younger children were in bed. It was quiet out there and a breeze was blowing to cool things off from the heat of the day. We were sitting a few dozen yards from the outside light so that bugs were no problem. It was a rather tranquil setting to hear what Ellen had to say.
"I'll tell you anything you want to know, Mr. Hawkins," Ellen stated, "but I'll tell it truthfully and the way I want. I warn you. If I tell you everything you want to know in the next hour or two, you're going to be shocked as hell."
"Oh, I don't know," I said. "I'm not easily shocked."
CHAPTER NINE
High schoolers and junior high schoolers often organize their own nudity swap clubs, under the influence of the older and more experienced.
This was the case with Ellen. She had been a rather naive fourteen-year-old who was interested in becoming involved. She had heard about the protests for equality and the sexual freedom clubs. She had also heard about the "groovy things that hippies did."
Ellen's story goes like this, "The first time I saw Doug, the school bus passed him and a half dozen of his friends on the side of the road.
"Everyone in the bus went to one side to get a better look. It isn't every day that you see white boys and black boys walking down the road together, much less hippies.
"Doug, I remember, looked like a champion of everything, his blonde hair long and hanging down over his shoulders. He wore Levi's and a corduroy coat, both of which were soiled badly. Nevertheless, everyone on the bus waved to them and they all smiled and waved back. I remember that I was so thrilled. It was the first time that a white boy had ever waved and smiled at me.
"So that evening I went uptown with a couple of my friends who had heard that the hippies were trying to stage a love-in in the city park to raise money. We had never been to anything like that and down here in the South, you just don't go to the park to sit on the grass with white people. I remember a few years ago when we had our own park and the white people had theirs. Of course, we can go to either now.
"We walked into the park and there was a big crowd gathered around the hippies. Doug was standing up talking to the group. The other hippies who had been with him sat on the ground in front of them. One of them was strumming a banjo and another had a guitar. Doug quit talking when we got there and the two boys began playing their instruments and singing folk songs. Doug started walking through the crowd with a hat, taking a collection of whatever coins anyone wanted to donate. Most of the crowd of a hundred or so were teenagers and we didn't have a lot of money to donate.
"When he had circled the people and picked up a few dollars, he went back to-the hippies and pocketed the money. They were still singing. They were singing a slow kind of blues song and the rhythm moved something in me.
"I started clapping my hands with the music and humming. The other girls did, too. The people in front of us cleared away when they turned around to look at us. It was then that Doug saw me for the first time.
"He smiled real big and waved us to the center of the group. 'Sing,' he said, and we did. The other two girls mostly hummed but I let out with the soul and blues. The crowd began to clap their hands with us. And when one of the black hippies started, singing a civil rights song, I really let it loose. It was about that time that I noticed that the police had arrived. There were a dozen of them that had the crowd almost surrounded. Doug had noticed them, too, and nodded to the other boys, but they only looked and continued to sing.
"So I sang, too, loud and long. I let every ounce of my being go out with the music and my body was hopping with rhythm. We were singing 'Let My People Go' when the cops started moving in waving their hands and clubs in the air.
"'Hey,' one of the cops yelled, 'we ain't had no damn trouble with the niggers down here and we ain't goin' to either. I want the whole bunch of you to get your asses up and out of town. There ain't no damn yankee troublemakers goin' to start no shit here."
"When one of the Negro boys didn't get right up, the cop grapped him by the shirt and jerked him up. Then he took his guitar and ripped the strings off and slapped the boy across the face a few times with the back of his hand.
"I put my hands over my mouth and screamed, but it didn't do any good. The other cops had moved in and started hitting. I even got hit on the head and knocked down myself. Then the cops loaded all of us up in their cop cars and carried us to the edge of town. When they let us out, they told us that we'd better not come back.
"So there I was with Doug and his friends. The other girls that had been with me ran like hell when the cops came into the circle. I was the only girl with seven hippie boys.
"I've got to say one thing about the boys though, they were a lot nicer than most of the boys I go to school with. Doug even apologized for what happened. Of course, I said that I was happy to have done it, and that I wished that I could do it every night.
"So the black boy with the guitar told Doug that they certainly could use a girl singer like me. Then Doug asked me how old I was. I told them I was eighteen. It was a lie, but I couldn't see that it made any difference. So Doug invited me to join them and introduced the other boys.
"We began walking south and I found out that we were on our way to New Orleans, hundreds of miles and only a couple dollars for food. That night we walked about ten miles to the next town without a single ride. It was after daybreak when we got there and we were all tired. We walked on through the town to a roadside park on the other side. There we all laid down on the grass and went to sleep.
"It was mid-evening when we awoke, getting chilly. The March winds were blowing and I was getting cold. It was lucky that I had worn slacks to the park the night before or I would really have been cold. We were all hungry, but there was nothing to eat.
"Doug called kind of a meeting. It was agreed by all of us that we would starve to death at the present rate or walk ourselves to death. The thing to do would be to split up. Doug and the others agreed that they had been lucky to get that far without having to do it. So Doug pulled out all the cash that they had collected and laid it out on the ground in front of of him in a handkerchief. All together, there was less than ten dollars to be divided. They even cut me in on a full share since I'd helped them get most of it the night before.
"It was decided that the best thing to do was to begin in pairs. Doug asked me who I'd rather go to New Orleans with, since I was the only girl and it was natural that I should have my choice. I would have traveled together, but I was afraid. So I told Doug that I wanted to go with him because I felt safer with him than any of the other. Of course, the others might have thought that I meant sexually, but I didn't. Sex hadn't crossed my mind.
"It was agreed that we would begin walking and thumbing rides an hour apart. Doug and I would go last, since he was the leader of the party.
"It was after dark. Doug and I were sitting alone at the park. The others had all gone out of sight over the hill, though two pairs had caught a ride before they even got out of sight.
"Doug suggested that we wait till morning to try for a ride, since few people will pick up hitch-hikers at night. I agreed. So we migrated back into the depths of the woods above the park and curled up together on the moss under a tree. But we didn't curl up together out of affection. It was more for warmth.
"But neither of us was really sleepy. The result was that we lay there and talked for an hour or so before Doug asked me if I'd ever kissed a white boy. I told him the truth, that I had not. The truth was that I hadn't kissed many black boys either.
"So Doug kissed me softly on the lips. When he drew them away, he planted another one on my cheek. I could tell then what was going to happen, but I wasn't sure I really wanted to stop it. After all, someone was going to have to look after me. Why couldn't it be him? Not only that, but Doug is an attractive fellow.
"I let him kiss me again and again, till we were rolling on the moss and he was pressing on my tits through my blouse. I didn't notice the cold now, but I did notice the hard thing between his legs that he kept bumping against me.
"Finally, he put his hand inside my blouse and under my bra. Then he was softly massaging my breasts, kissing my lips and face at the same time.
"Then he took off my blouse and my bra and I was naked from the waist up and he was licking my tits with his tongue and kissing them. My tits were firm now and though small, they were standing out, wanting to be kissed more and more.
"The first time he put his hands in my pants, I nearly had a climax. He did it so smoothly and the anticipation in my body was so great that I thought I couldn't stand it. When his fingers were gently playing with the opening to my cunt, I pulled my slacks down and spread my legs so that he could get a better feel of it. But Doug was in no hurry. He pulled the rest of my clothes off before he started kissing on my belly and working down all the time.
"At last, he was down there, pressing both hands against my pussy. He spread it and lowered his face into it. The gentle sucking and lapping of his tongue and lips were pure pleasure to every ounce of my body. I was no virgin. One of the neighborhood boys had stuck a prick in me once before, before I ran off and I told on him, but I'd never had a tongue in me and it was wonderful. The first climax I had left me warm and anxious for the next one. I didn't care if he never put his peter in me.
"When he knew that I was climaxing, he fell on top of me and rammed his stiff dick inside of me hard. It hurt like hell. I didn't think it should hurt and I started moaning and trying to talk, but he smothered my protests with kisses and he probably thought the moans were with pleasure. So he just kept pounding me till he climaxed. Then we got dressed and he went to sleep.
"I couldn't go to sleep at first. My pussy was hurting too much, so I went down to a stream and sat down in it nude. The water rippled past my pussy and cooled it off. It felt so good that I must have stayed there an hour before I went back and lay down to sleep.
CHAPTER TEN
The group that Ellen joined was not really a swap club, nor were they nudists. It was not until they got to New Orleans that she was involved in any bizarre sex activities.
"We finally got to New Orleans," she told me, "after a couple of days on the road and we met the rest of the gang at a place called Jackson Square in the French Quarter down near the fruit company docks. It was midday when we got there and the little park was filled with young people, most of whom looked like hippies. The ones that were awake all waved to Doug when we were walking in and a few tourists that were walking around the square watching the sidewalk painters even took pictures of us.
"Doug explained to me that all the characters there were not hippies or travelers. Quite a few of them were local college students who liked to look and act like hippies. After their classes at Tulane or Loyola, they would become weekend crusaders.
"We spent most of that day at Jackson Square singing for the tourists. Every once in a while one would toss us a few coins so that at the end of the day, we had enough to buy more candy bars and Cokes. That night they ran us out of the park and locked it.
"Doug told me that at night would be when we would work and we would sleep in the park during the day. That night we found some of Doug's friends, three girls and a fellow named Randy who led them. Randy told Doug that he needed some help and I wanted to join him.
"I told Doug that I would do whatever needed to be done, but I didn't want to become a prostitute. Doug took me aside and told me soberly that no 'damn hard dick' would stick his root in me, but I would have to strip off to the nude.
"Because I was tired of living on candy bars and because there didn't seem to be any way out of it, I said that I would do as they asked. We followed Randy and he led us to an old apartment building in the French Quarter, where we entered. We followed Randy up to the second floor and into a rather large room that was filled with old, worn tables and chairs.
"Randy told us that the men would begin to arrive soon and that we'd better get undressed. While we were undressing, a short and fat fellow came in. He was well-dressed but looked tacky and greasy. He told Randy that a couple toughs would come in when the crowd arrived to keep things from getting out of hand.
"The other girls were older than I. They were well into their twenties and laughed and joked as they undressed. We were totally nude in an adjoining room when the music started in the big room. One of the girls commented that they must be about ready. Even I could hear voices coming from the other room.
"Then Doug came and told us that they were waiting. The other girls went running out into the crowd, but Doug held me back for a second. 'Relax and enjoy it' he told me.
"So I went out not knowing what to expect. The room was full of people, men and women. And on top of each table was one of the girls, dancing and shaking their bodies in time to the music. Men and women were sitting at the tables laughing and looking up at the shaking pussies. Most of the tables had a bottle of booze sitting on it, but other only had ashtrays and I later found out that those were pot smokers.
"The table I mounted had two women and four men at it. I hadn't much more than stepped up there and started dancing when one of the fellows ran his cold hand up my leg and touched the opening to my box. The hand send shivers all over my body and I started to protest, but I noticed that the other girls were sitting down on different fingers and mouths at tables and hunching them up.
"I didn't want to cause any trouble so I didn't scream, though I felt like it. The guy kept playing with my pussy. Soon the other men were grabbing up at me, but I didn't enjoy it. 'Sit down on the side of the table, honey,' one of the women told me, 'You need to enjoy it a little.' I did it because I was afraid not to do so. When I had sat down and my legs were dangling off the side of the table, the woman stood up and pushed me back on my shoulders, squeezing a tit in each hand about as hard as she could. 'I've never had a nigger before,' she said and laughed.
"I was getting mad as hell, and I started to get up and leave, but the two toughs at the door scared me when I looked over that way, so I just lay there and took it.
"The woman got down on her knees beside the table and opened my pussy up with her hands. She laughed and began licking it with her tongue. I didn't want it to feel good, but I couldn't help myself. It felt damn good. And the more she licked, the better it felt, finally, she stuck her tongue inside me and worked it up in me as far as she could. There was no way to keep from enjoying it and soon I had my back arched up like the other girls, getting my cunt as high into the air and as wide open as possible. Then I began to come. It felt so damn good that I hoped it would never stop. I begged them to not stop and they didn't. When the woman was tired, one of the men took over. He had a longer tongue and kept running it up in me like a piston, sucking at my juices and making me come and come and come.
"Then the guy came around and told me that he would fuck me to death if it wasn't for the two guys at the door. Hell, I was glad of the two guys, then. I didn't want his hard peter in me. His tongue was plenty.
"But the fellow wasn't satisfied. He unzipped his pants and brought out his hard dick. I was still in ecstasy from the new man on my cunt, but I saw what he had in mind and I wasn't going to do it.
"He stroked the dick with his hands and took hold of my hands and made me jack it some. I didn't mind doing that. He had given me so much pleasure, but I wasn't going to suck it. In a few seconds though, the hand wasn't enough. He twisted my head to one side and tried to stick his organ in my mouth. When I shut my mouth, he slapped me. Then I screamed and spit at him.
"But I didn't have to do anything else. One of the guys at the door came over and hit the fellow in the mouth with his fist. I never was so glad to see anything in my life. Then they made him leave."
Ellen paused in the story and asked me for a cigarette. I gave her one and she lit it, drawing the smoke deep into her lungs before exhaling it into the night air.
"How long did you work there?" I asked.
"Work? Hell, it wasn't work. I enjoyed every minute of it after the first night and it kept us in bread," she said.
"What about Doug?" I asked.
"Nothing about him," she answered, "At first he was happy with the money and he didn't ask me for anything. Later, he would want to fuck me, but I always said I was too tired. Hell, I made enough that Doug rented a room.
"After a while, I got tired of living with Doug and moved out. Hell, I was tired of him anyway, especially his hippie shit. I heard him stand there in Jackson Square day after day and tell the tourists about love and peace. He'd give them a regular sermon, then pass the hat.
"I loved living with the girls. Everyone of them hated men, but they loved other girls. Sometimes, even after a night of being sucked, they would suck at each other's cunts after getting off work. I'll admit that they were better at it than most.
"I learned that the fat, greasy guy owned us and that we should know him Only as Lyle. Every few weeks, we would change locations to keep ahead of the vice squad. Really, I think Lyle had the law paid off. All you had to do was ask to find out about the setup. We had some new customers almost every night, though the same customers did come back often.
"One customer in particular that kept coming back, a white woman in her early forties who loved me. She always came to my table and stayed at my cunt longer than anyone else.
"One night after work, as I was leaving the building with the other girls, the woman was waiting for me. She called me and I went over to her. The other girls just grinned and went off without me.
"The woman wanted me to come and live with her. And she didn't waste any time with formalities. She told me immediately that she was extremely wealthy and lived in a huge house between New Orleans and Baton Rouge all by herself. She even explained that the neighbors wouldn't think anything about it. They would just think that she had hired a new cook or maid.
"I told her that I was happy doing what I was doing. She asked me how much money I made. I told her that I didn't know, a boy handled everything for me. She said that she would give me a hundred dollars a week to live with her if I would share the household chores.
"Mr. Hawkins, I never made more than a quarter an hour doing anything in my life. I told her that I'd do it. I didn't even tell Doug where I went, but I'm sure that the other girls told him about the woman.
"The woman's name was Mrs. Sandra W-. Her husband had been dead for three years and she had been a lesbian ever since. She later told me that she had taken it up as a teenager, when she liked it either way, but went back to it while the older man she married was bedridden. She said he lingered on near death with cancer for a couple years before he died.
"The house of Sandy's was a huge white structure that resembled a mansion more than anything else. I'd never dreamed I could live in a house like that. It had over twenty rooms. Since I didn't have any clothes or anything to move, Sandy stopped on the way out of New Orleans and bought me a wardrobe of beautiful clothes and things.
"I could tell the first night there that it was going to be a wonderful relationship. We loved each other for hours. In fact, I would still be living there, but for a party she staged."
Ellen put out the cigarette and asked for another one. I gave it to her and lit it.
"The party was for some of Sandy's girlfriends to meet me. They all arrived and we soon undressed. We put the music on and began dancing. The cocktails were passed around and it was going like a regular social affair. I didn't even feel out of place at first.
"Soon, some of the girls were pairing off with their favorites, kissing each other on the lips and hugging.
"I felt that I was at least a co-hostess so I was running in and out of the kitchen helping Sandy as much as possible, when I overheard something. Sandy was talking to one of her rich friends. They were right outside the kitchen door and I could hear them without really trying.
"Sandy was telling the woman that I was the best lover that she had ever known and that she hoped I would stay as long as she lived. Then she said something that I don't think I can ever forgive her for. She said, 'Of course, she's just a regular cotton field nigger with no education, but I think I can still make her acceptable to everyone by pretending that she's my nigger help."
"Hell, Mr. Hawkins, I loved Sandy. She was wonderful to me up to that point. I just sat down at the table and began crying. When Sandy came in and saw me, I think she knew what had happened, but she kept asking anyway. I never did tell her. I just went upstairs and put on my old clothes, leaving the new ones there. Then I gathered up what money I had and caught a bus home."
* * *
Most lesbians enter the homosexual life in their teens, though not all as early as did Ellen. But, according to the Journal of Sex Research, there has also been a great influx of new lesbians that are forty and older. These newcomers are usually like Sandy; they are either divorcees or widows who are disillusioned with men in general.
As for Ellen, she had become a full-fl-edged lesbian at the age of fourteen. She had only left her homosexual life because her lover was prejudiced and had insulted her.
However, the hippie rover, Doug, had returned to Ellen's life and I asked her about his presence on the scene and how it affected her.
When I mentioned him, Ellen laughed.
"Doug? That damn ding-a-ling is on his way to New York and stopped off to ask me to go with him. He told me that he could set me up better than I was in New Orleans if I would come with him. Hell, I'm still young, but I'm not the fool that I was a few months ago. Doug just wanted me to work so that I could support his hippie life.
"Do you know that that damn bastard even tried to seduce me to try to convince me to go with him? Hell, he thinks that he is the greatest fuck in the world.
"I let the filthy pig kiss me and made his dick get hard. Then, when he took it out to put it in me, I wouldn't let him. You could see the passion and the pain build up in him. He .told me to suck it and make him feel better. Sure, I agreed. Then, when he stuck it in my mouth, I bit it as hard as I could. He'll have teeth marks on it a month from now."
* * *
Ellen was back in school the next day, but she didn't stay long. About a week later, she was gone again. When she missed the second day, I went to her house to find out what had happened.
Ellen's parents were sitting in the lawn resting after a day's work. They were all smiles. Mrs. S. invited me to sit down with them and hear the good news and I did, though I wasn't expecting any good news.
"I always wanted all my kids to go to school," Mrs. S. began, "and I hate that Ellen dropped out before she could finish this summer, but under the circumstances, I think you'll understand."
"You see," Mrs. S. said, "Ellen's going to go to school in New Orleans and finish. Mrs. Sandra W promised me that. She said that she would have encouraged her to go this spring while she down there, but she thought she was eighteen and out of school."
I told them that I didn't understand, but that I did know who Mrs. W-was.
"Yeah," Ellen's father said, "it sure was nice of that lady to take in a girl like Ellen who had run away from home and didn't have any place to stay. I guess, Ellen told you how she hired her and took good care of her."
I nodded that I did.
"Well," Mrs. S. explained, "then you most likely know that Ellen ran off because she overheard Mrs. W-call her a nigger. You should have seen that woman get down on her knees to our little girl and tell her that she loved her and didn't mean it at all.
Why, when Ellen forgave her, they embraced and cried like babies.
"Yeah," Mrs. S. continued, "she's a rich and powerful lady and will be able to really help Ellen. She can help her and Ellen will listen. She never would listen to us. Ain't you glad to hear the good news, Mr. Hawkins?"
I told them that I was and left. I was glad that they didn't know and I hope that they would never find out the truth because it could only hurt them.
As a passing note though, I should point out that Mrs. W-did send Ellen back to school. Ellen's parents tell me she is making good grades and plans to go to college. At least, that is what she tells them in her letters.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Florida's famed springtime frolics are in session around Easter every year. Flocks of coeds and their male cohorts from colleges throughout half the nation crowd the beaches, which " boast a surrealistic blend of boredom, beer, and occasionally violence. Newspaper headlines read the same almost every year: Florida Beaches: An Orgy of Lager, Lyrics, and Love.
But what is often not publicized is the age of these students. Most assume that they're from colleges, but high school seniors throughout the South make the trek when possible.
Thousands of students migrate south by bus, train, and plane. But most frequently they crowd into cars. Some thumb their way hundreds of miles for a weekend vacation of bikinis and beer.
Often they bunch together on the beaches in school-oriented segments and jam the bars and nightclubs, when they can gain admittance. It keeps the Beverage Bureau boys jumping.
Daytona, a town of 37,000, had over 90,000 sun-seekers inhaling the salty breeze one Easter Sunday a couple of years back; lolling on the white sands, wandering in the streets, and packing the motels.
Although hundreds are arrested annually in Daytona alone every spring, the Chamber of Commerce President said the kids of last year were nothing compared to the gangs of 1961 and 1962 that tossed sharks into swimming pools, swiped yachts, and rioted in the streets of Fort Lauderdale. Of course, sex is hardly destructive.
The spring traveling phenomonon began in the 1930's when Fort Lauderdale staged an intercollegiate swimming meet during the Christmas break. College coaches jumped at a chance to keep their swimmers in shape over the holidays. When the swimmers returned north to their snowed-in campuses, suntanned and smiling, the multitudes of sun worshippers followed their lead. And the ranks soon included high schoolers.
For two decades, Florida beaches have attracted the herds, the fad gaining momentum every year.
This swarm to the sand and sun has made more second rate movies than perhaps any other single student activity. However, the fact that the majority of these pleasure seekers never find the orgies they search for is virtually ignored by the news media. However, a great number of them do. And the ones that do are often the ones that have it planned before they ever venture south. This type of activity is planned all year by many high schoolers so that even the teachers know who is going to sleep with whom once the troupe gets to Florida.
Each spring's seizure has something different. Daytona Beach added a Florida first recently. The city added religion to the beach curriculum by sponsoring an evangelist who tried to woo students away from beer and bacchanalia with a staff of celebrities and athletes. One independent roving woman evangelist of Fort Lauderdale, using a car for a platform, began preaching. Hundreds of students gathered around her to taunt and boo. Police finally subsided the riot when the crowd blocked traffic and chanted "we want a bath."
There were 817 students arrested and convicted of public offenses after the spring session of a year ago in Fort Lauderdale alone. This year city fathers have installed signs on the beach, offering constructive activities like dances, basketball Tournaments' and beauty contests. Of course, many of them bring their own entertainment. The ones that don't are the stray males that wander along the beaches aimlessly at all hours of the day, looking for partners that they have read are so plentiful that time of year.
Today, the police patrol many beaches, carrying hand clubs. A squad of three dozen undercover cops in swimtrunks walked Fort Lauderdale's beach last year to prevent "any spectacular and degrading sex orgies." The lawmen believe that students have an aversion to clothes. And the belief is not unfounded. Many facts support it.
Students seem to have a love for nudity in the current society that manifests itself on the beaches daily.
A year ago the author was in Panama City, Florida, when the spring break occurred. And, since many students had very little time to spend in Florida, they settled for spending it in the northern part, since a day could easily be lost in trying to travel further south.
By late Friday night, every motel on the main thoroughfare was filled with youngsters; many of them just moving in with friends-eight and ten to a room-after not being able to find a room of their own.
Cars lined the highway as far as the eye could see and a year-round carnival down the way from where I was staying was doing a booming business. There were several all-night dance floors along the beach also. At midnight, the place was really going strong. Policemen and Beverage Bureau men were everywhere, checking drinkers. The beaches were lined with bodies, covered only with a beach towel to shelter their nude bodies from the cool wind blowing in off the Gulf.
In every motel, there were at least two policemen to keep down'the noise and carousing. But they weren't able to really accomplish that mission. In the room next to mine, the door flew open and a drunken boy and girl came out arm-in-arm. It was a common scene, except that neither of them had a stitch of clothing on.
They came meandering past my door, when they heard the police coming from the stairs below. When they came running back, their cohorts had locked them out of the motel room.
"You fucking pigs," the girl screamed. "Let me in, you fucking pigs. The cops are coming."
A second later, they were standing in front of my door. "Hey, mister," the boy said, standing there, attempting to look as humble as possible considering the fact that he was nude and intoxicated, "Could we kind of hide in your room till the heat is off."
Since my research on teenage nudity and swap clubs was not complete, I allowed them to enter with the understanding that they tell me about Florida springtime frolics. They quickly agreed and came rushing in, closing the door behind them. "Leave the door open," I told them. "The police will see me in here watching television and we may be spared the search."
The couple had just finished hiding in my bathroom, when two Florida State Troopers stopped in front of my door. "Had any trouble up here?" one of them asked me. I told them that there had been no real trouble, just a little noise that I could tolerate. I waited for a few minutes while they cleaned up the next room before I walked over and closed the door, a signal for the nude couple to come out of hiding.
The girl led the way out and stood naked in front of me, any evidence of embarrassment being completely hidden. The boy walked out behind her and asked if they could get dressed before we had our little talk, but I denied the request. Pulling off some clothing from the bed, I handed them a sheet and a blanket to wrap around their nakedness.
"What do you want to know?" the boy asked . me.
"I'm a journalist and sociologist doing research," I replied, "and I want to know what goes on down here during the Spring break behind closed doors and on secluded beaches. Stuff that never reaches the newspapers or magazines."
"Fine, if that's all you want," he began grinning. "My name is Bill and I'm a student at one of the largest universities in Kentucky. I've been down here this time of year for the past three years. Lee Ann here goes to school at the same university that I do, but she's just a freshman. I invited her along, though not just for myself.
"You see, the problem here is often that there are not enough girls to go around once you get down here, so you have to bring your own. Then another problem presents itself. Not a great number of girls want to travel all this way and foot their own bill and few of us boys can afford to pay two ways," he said.
"Did you pay Lee Ann's way?" I asked.
"Part of it," he stated. "In fact, I paid about one-fourth of it. The thing is that three friends and I wanted to come here again this year, but we were afraid that we wouldn't be able to find enough girls for all of us after we got down here. So we all paid Lee Ann's way. If we don't find enough girls to go around, we all take turns fucking Lee Ann. Hell, she really doesn't mind. She just loves a big dick, don't you, honey," he kidded her.
"Tell me what has happened thus far this trip," I said.
"Well, we arrived about four days ago," Bill began again. "We drove my car. Lee Ann rode all the way in the back seat nude. She must have fucked about fifteen solid hours back there. Whenever one of us would wear out, they would dress themselves and climb back over the front seat after tagging someone else to tackle her hungry cunt.
"I know the first time I crawled back there, I could have sworn that I wouldn't be able to get up a good hard. I had been driving several hours, and Lee Ann had already worn the other three boys down to a soft nubbin.
"Anyway, I got over the seat and started kissing on her some," he said, reaching a hand over across the bed and squeezing one of her breasts softly. "She was ready again in a second. She told me that she wanted me and had me rub my fingers in her pussy till it was good and wet. Then she stuck her hands in my pants and found the head of my hard dick. She unzipped my pants and spread them apart in front so that my hard tool stuck out through the opening in my shorts. Lee Ann had me sit up in the seat while she laid down, her mouth on top of my dick.
"At first, she just ran her tongue slowly over it, lapping at the head and working down toward the base. Gradually, she worked more of her mouth down over it, kissing the head full with her lips before she sucked it down deep into her throat and drew hard on the thing. Hell, I was in ecstasy.
"She didn't quit sucking when I told her that I was about to come in her mouth either. She just moaned and continued to suck, till I couldn't hold it one second longer. I let it go. Hell, I bet it knocked a two-inch hole in the roof of her mouth. But Lee Ann never did let the dick get soft. She kept it hard by playing with it more and more while I was shooting off, so that when I was through I was more excited than when I had started.
"When I thought I was going to shoot in her mouth again, she jerked her lips off my organ and pulled me down on the seat on top of her, slipping my pants off. Then, she grabbed my hard tool with her hands again and squeezed as hard as she could, before ramming it into herself, arching her back as high as she could, and gripping my dick harder with her cunt than she ever had with her hands.
"I grabbed her ass with both hands, a cheek in each, and shot her body back and forth off my dick, shoving my organ as far into her as possible with every stroke. And when she started climaxing, hell, I thought she was going to turn the damn car over.
"She started warning me by screaming 'fuck, fuck, fuck me hard' into my ear, over and over again. But, hell, I was doing all I could for her. She flipped me over on my side and pinned my body against the car seat, then pumped me and pumped me. She was pounding my body till I thought my dick and hips would crush under her force.
But before she was finished, I knew that I was going to come in her. I clenched my teeth together and braced myself against her pounding. And when I did shoot, it felt like I must have filled her body full of sperm up to her neck."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Today's college students are rich all right, comparatively speaking. However, they are habitually at a monetary loss in many instances. In Bill's case, it contributed to his treatment of Lee Ann. The situation of share and share alike was not a comfortable one for Bill, though it did save him a few coins.
"The first night down here was a real blast," Bill continued. "The other boys went out on the beach to search for other girls and I let Lee Ann sleep. Hell, I know that the little sex machine must have been almost worn out.
"In the meantime, I went down the beach to a liquor store and bought a fifth of gin and a pint of rum. When I got back to the motel room though, I found out that the other boys had the same idea. Hell, there was booze all over the damn place.
"So while Lee Ann slept, we all started getting drunk. The Animal, that's one of my friends who is on the school football team, started talking about how big his root was getting just thinking about poking it in Lee Ann.
"About three hours later, Lee Ann awoke. The Animal had stuck his dick in her ear. Lee Ann wasn't ready to begin fucking so soon and told the Animal that she was hungry and wanted something to eat. He told her that she could eat his dick. Hell, the Animal was drunk and thought that if he wanted to fuck it was only natural that Lee Ann would want to fuck also. The result was that he tried to force her to and dear Lee Ann here got a bit mad and tried to kick him in the nuts.
"That's when the Animal got real damn mad. He jerked Lee Ann out of the damn bed and threw her against the wall. I stepped in and asked him not to manhandle her, but that's all I could do, since the Animal had as much right to her as I did. Not only that, but the son-of-a-bitch outweighs me by at least a hundred pounds.
"The Animal was too mad to listen to reason. He had already decided that he was going to show her. And the other boys just watched and laughed as the Animal took off his clothes and stood there naked in front of her, his hard dick stuck out, swelled and ready.
"Lee Ann saw that she was going to have to do something for him, so she knelt down on her knees and took his dick with both hands and started nibbling on the head. The Animal liked that all right, but what he really wanted to do was to fuck. However, he let her suck on it till he was enjoying it to the utmost.
"Hell, the Animal was liking it far more than he would have ever admitted. He fell to the floor and pulled Lee Ann down on top of him, her lips still attached to his tool. Then he wrapped his legs around her and held her head in place on his organ, his head back on the carpet, swaying from side to side, his eyes shut, till he was shooting the sperm in her face.
"I know that Lee Ann thought that maybe that would do him since he was so drunk, but it didn't. The Animal's tool was soft, but he ordered Lee Ann to make it hard again and she had to try. When it wasn't hard with her sucking on it more, he hit her in the back with a big and hairy fist. He would probably have hit her again, but his organ became stiff just in time to spare Lee Ann the inevitable beating.
"Then the Animal said that he was going to fuck her and fuck her like she had never been fucked before. Fuck her brains out. Lee Ann responded by going over and laying on the bed, spreading her legs out to each comer and waiting for him to get on top of her. However, that was not what the Animal had in mind. That type of screwing was far too tame for him.
"So the Animal made her get up and took the strings out of the motel window curtains and tied Lee Ann to the wall. Her arms were strung pointing toward the ceiling where he tied them to a door hinge and a window top. He spread her legs apart and tied them that way with the string. Her feet were barely touching the floor while she stood in the splits position. Lee Ann was secured to the wall so that she could barely move, if at all. When the Animal was sure of it, he started to work on her while we all watched.
"First, he knelt down on his knees and spread her cunt out with his fingers so that he had it laid open in his face. In the beginning, he was just moving it in and out and sideways with his hands, but then when the dew had formed, he worked harder at it and faster, till Lee Ann was feeling it to the utmost and her bare ass was slapping on and off the wall in pleasure.
"Then the Animal began running his tongue over the outside of the wet cunt before he began shooting it inside her hard and fast. When Lee Ann's wet cunt was coming, the Animal stood up and grinned at her and without looking down or even taking aim rammed his dick into her delicate parts as hard as he possibly could have. Lee Ann screamed, but I couldn't tell whether it was in agony or ecstasy.
"The Animal had her pinned to the wall and kept fucking her as fast and as hard as he could. Lee Ann's ass was wet with sweat, the rope was cutting her limbs, the sperm running down her legs, and the Animal continued to pound his peter into her with such force that I thought she would surely split wide open.
"I know that the Animal must have climaxed two or three times before he completely gave out. The booze and Lee Ann's body had spent every ounce of energy his massive body could produce and he slumped to the floor and passed out.
"I personally felt sorry for Lee Ann hanging there on the wall, but I was the only one. By this time, I don't think that even Lee Ann was feeling any pain. At least, she didn't look like she was.
"Anyway, this sexy scene .that we had just witnessed caused the other boys to begin feeling their dicks. The two pulled the Animal out of the way and untied Lee Ann from the wall, tossing her limp, but still conscious body on the bed.
"It looked to me as if the two might fight over who got what and when, but Lee Ann solved that by taking one of them by the dick and pulling him closer to her, then cramming his tool into her mouth. The other one then stuck his hard dick into her pussy and began jumping up and down on top of her. They both climaxed about the same time Lee Ann passed out from exhaustion."
Bill stopped the narrative and glanced over to Lee Ann who merely blinked a smile back in his direction. She was obviously not very interested in Bill's story.
"The next day," Bill continued, "I made up my mind that nothing was going to happen to Lee Ann like that again. We had brought her down to fuck all right, but not to the death.
"So Lee Ann and I, though it was mostly my idea, devised a plan so that we might save her from being overused. That way, she might be able to get out of the bed occasionally during the Florida stay. We decided that Lee Ann would be better able to find suitable girls for the other boys than they would be or than I would be.
"Lee Ann took my car that evening and went out in search while I messed around on the beach with the other boys. When she came back, she had three girls with her. They were all local high school girls that she had located somewhere. Now they weren't all as good-looking or built as well as Lee Ann, but they were all built well enough.
"Of course, the other fellows" had not known about my plan we were following, but they were overjoyed when I explained it. You should have seen our motel room that first night after finding three new girls. Hell, I've never seen so much fucking in all my life.
"Those girls that Lee Ann found really knew what was going on. They came prepared for sex and that was all. We hadn't been in the room for over ten minutes when the one that Animal had been assigned was standing on top of her bed, dancing in time to the music.
"At first, she used the slow technique, hunching, a kind of dry-air fucking, that made every dick in the room hard. Then she slowly started to disrobe, slipping her tight shorts off over her smooth legs, unbuttoning her blouse and sliding it off over her arms, unhooking her bra and letting it drop to the bed, revealing her big breasts with the brown tips that stuck up so invitingly, and then slipping her fingers along the top of her panties, she scooted them lower and lower over her swaying hips till the pubic hair was shooting out above the line of her clothing.
"Hell, the Animal had fallen to the floor to his knees and was looking up at the place where her legs met, waiting and drooling. I thought he was going to jump and jerk her panties off so he could see her cunt. But, eventually, she let the panties drop and stood there nude, above the Animal, with her legs spread and her pussy bare, wet with desire and all for the Animal.
"And it was more than the Animal could stand. I'll admit that it was almost more than I could stand. The Animal started ripping his clothes off to fuck her, but she stepped down off the bed on the floor and stopped him. 'Not so fast,' she whispered to him softly, and started doing the unbuttoning for him, though very slowly and deliberately. It looked to me as if the Animal was going to cream in his pants before she could get him undressed.
"Finally, they were both nude and she made the Animal lie on his back in bed, his tool sticking straight up in the air. She then sat down on the bed beside him and put one of her delicate, soft hands on it, moving the skin up and down and running her fingers over the most sensitive parts on the head of his dick. The Animal looked like he was going to explode. He was begging her to get on with it, but the girl knew what she was doing and was in no hurry. The Animal raised up and she put his wet lips on one of her breasts and he munched it with soft groans of desire.
"Then the Animal began telling her that he was going to come if she didn't do something, but she just kissed the head of the tool and said, 'That's what it's all about, Animal."
"And did the Animal climax! The sperm shot out from his dick and skyrocketed in the air. The girl let it go and pumped more and more of it out with her hand. The stuff went up and she directed it so that it landed on the Animal's belly and chest. The little white jelly-like pools of sperm were all over him, but the Animal still wasn't satisfied.
"He didn't even bother to wipe the sperm off before he reached for her. The girl didn't even bother to resist. The Animal was too strong and too determined for it to have done any good, anyway.
"The Animal sat her body down on top of his tool like she was a toy doll and started pushing her up and down with his powerful arms. The girl tilted her head back and opened her mouth as if to scream but nothing came out of it but a rush of air. It felt too good to her, so good she couldn't utter a sound. She just took it and took it while the Animal bounced her body off and on his hard dick.
"It was about this time that everyone began getting into the act. When Lee Ann and I took our eyes from the Animal and his date, we noticed that everyone else was in some stage of sex play.
"Now, you've got to bear in mind that I'd only made love to Lee Ann once during the trip down and that that was done in the back seat of my car. I kind of hated to do it again with an audience, even if I knew that they wouldn't be watching. I know that Lee Ann has laid lots of fellows and me lots of girls, but sometimes you feel that it needs to be kind of a personal thing.
"So Lee Ann and I went out and walked down the beach. In a few minutes I didn't even have a hard-on. We were just two people who had just met walking down the beach. We were hand-in-hand, marveling at the waves, planting footprints in the cool sand, pointing to the moon and kissing occasionally as we walked. It was early and we had plenty of time to fall into each other's arms and to enter each other's body.
"But at last, we did stop walking. We had probably walked about a mile from the motel along the beach behind the travel lodges. It was around three or four o'clock in the morning and the beach was deserted. I took off my parka and laid it down on the beach for us to sit on."
"We both sat down and I reached over and pulled her face up to mine and kissed her pretty little lips softly. At first, she responded as softly, but the passion had been building since we had seen the Animal and his girl at play. In merely seconds, we were nude on the beach and I was running my lips and hands all over her body.
"I wondered at the time if Lee Ann could really want to make love to me after the beating that her cunt had taken over the past hours, but I found that she could and wanted to fuck some more. Her little pussy was wet and soft as I kneaded it with my fingers and I could tell by the way that her arms tightened around my neck that the desire was very much alive within her.
"However, I kissed her body all over with my lips and massaged the flesh everywhere, till Lee Ann whispered quietly in my ear that she was more than ready for me.
"Then she reached down with her hands and guided my dick into her cunt, hunching her back up so that she could take it all on the initial thrust."
Bill paused again and looked over to Lee Ann who was no doubt recalling the incident herself.
"What was going on in there tonight?" I asked him.
"Oh, just a little going away party," Bill answered. "You see, Animal and the other fellows thought that it would only be proper to throw a little going away fling."
"How come you came out of the room nude a few minutes ago? I thought that you didn't like intercourse in front of a group," I said.
"Well, you see, Animal and the other couples were having a fucking contest to see who could fuck the longest without taking it out or getting soft. The booze was being passed around freely and I'm afraid that I got drunk and said that I would go along. I should have known not to try to buck the Animal. But the truth is that I was so up on booze that I went limp after the first climax. So Lee Ann and I decided to leave."
Bill reached his hand over and touched Lee Ann's. She responded by lightly returning the grip with a weak smile. I told them that they could leave, but to return the bed clothing to the room.
* * *
With Lee Ann and Bill, the problem was apparent almost from the beginning of the story. Lee Ann, of course, had tendencies toward sexual gluttony, nymphomania. But that wasn't what really concerned me. Bill had the real problem.
Bill needed a girl, someone to love and be loved by, very badly. In his inexperience with women, though he told me that he was very experienced, he had not found a difference in love and sex. That distinction would be forced upon him in all likelihood on the return trip to Kentucky when the Animal wanted to have a go with Lee Ann in the back seat and she readily agreed. Bill not only needed a girl's affections but her loyalty as well, a thing which it is doubtful that Lee Ann could ever accomplish if she wanted to. For while her affections are his for the asking, so are they to almost anyone else that makes the same request.
A second problem with Bill is that he realizes that he may be physically or sexually inferior to a man like the Animal, whom he actually idolizes.
Bill also feels guilt over his feelings toward the Animal and his cowardice. For instance, he tries to rationalize away his not stopping the husky Animal, a football player of large physical proportion, from hurting Lee Ann, yet, by his own admission, Lee Ann was obviously enjoying it with the big fellow.
Bill plots to have Lee Ann for himself and accomplishes the feat while paying for only one-fourth of her keep, yet, this observer got the feeling that maybe Lee Ann would have been much happier if he had failed. She probably went along with it out of fear of being mangled by the Animal or one of the others while they were in a drunken rage.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The most glaring thing about nudism cults is the fact that in many instances they originate on the beach where near nudity already exists. I am not talking about the sincere nudists. I'm speaking of high schoolers that are in pursuit of sexual freedoms and such. In most cases, sexual satisfaction is a guise to seek swap clubs or nudity organizations.
The following case study involves a girl who was quite puritan. She related the following story tome after being exposed to it while with her parents in Florida this spring.
Nancy K. is a rather slim girl that looks no more than fifteen years old. Actually, she is a senior and eighteen. Her stringy blonde hair hangs down around her small and mousy face, giving her a younger appearance. She is of medium height and built fashionably, but not overly endowed with a figure.
Nancy, though, is not overly popular with the boys in school, because she refuses to let them kiss her on the first date. The experience which she had in Florida shocked her so much that she felt she had to tell someone and that someone happened to be me. She couldn't tell her parents because she would have been punished for disobeying them, and she didn't want to tell the other girls for fear of being talked about.
The result was that she told me.
The trip south with Nancy was a yearly thing. Her father took his vacation during the spring and always took his family to Miami with him for a week.
"All I usually do is lay around on the beach down there," she began, "but I'm a big girl and not real bad looking. So I decided to have a swinging time while I was there this year. Of course, I realized that no one up here would know anything about it. Boys here are so crude.
"I met a boy the first day while I was on the beach with Mother. He was a nice boy, I thought, tall, well-built and polite. Mother even liked him and after we went for a walk, Mother even said something about him taking me around town to show me the sights. And that would have suited me fine. Bob thought it was a good idea, too, so it was set that he would call for me at seven.
"That night we went dancing, to a show, and even took a walk on the beach in the wee hours. I didn't have to worry about when I was home because Mom and Dad were usually out all night having a good time anyway. And I didn't care for Bob kissing me. In fact, I encouraged it. It didn't matter what he said about me because no one here would know anyway. So I let him as many times as he felt like it. He felt like it a lot.
"Every time he kissed me I felt a warmth in my body come alive. I'd never let a boy kiss me more than once or twice in the same night.
"Well, it was only natural that he would begin to let his hands wander after a little while. I was expecting it and I even let them go for a few minutes. He kept them well above the waist, mainly around my breasts. When he finally wanted to put them inside my blouse, I didn't let him, but it felt so good; the kneading and massaging. So I allowed him to unbutton the blouse and slip it off over my shoulders. Then he reached around behind my back and undid my bra. When he pulled the garment toward him, my breasts became visible. They were small, but hard, and pointed straight up. They looked so small and delicate, white against the tan of the rest of my body.
"He put his lips on my breasts and kissed them both several times, rubbing them with his hands as he did. Bob pushed me onto the sand. It felt wet and cold against my warm bare back. He continued to kiss and massage my breasts till I pulled his head up and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. When I did that, he ran both hands into my panties, one from the front and one from the back. I screamed when his lingers met underneath me and began working at my body."
"What did he do, when you screamed?" I asked.
"He told me not to be afraid, that he would see that it felt better than it ever had before. The only problem was that I had never done it before. Naturally, my body wanted to more than anything, but my mind kept telling me to stop.
"Bob jerked down my pants and started kissing on my breasts again, working his way down. His tongue went out at my navel and started licking my skin. Then I screamed again as loud as I could."
"What did Bob do when you screamed again?" I queried.
"He told me to keep my mouth shut or someone would think that he was trying to rape me and come to my rescue.
"When he had wet my navel with saliva, he went on down, gnawing at everything he found down there till I thought I would break open with pleasure.
I wanted him so bad. Then he took down his pants and stood poised over me, his organ erect and silhouetted against the moon. It was such a huge thing, Mr. Hawkins. It was much too large for me. It would have torn my insides out.
"I yelled up to him that I wasn't going to through with it, that I was going back to my hotel. He fell down on top of me, his organ throbbing against my bell. 'Please,' he pleaded, 'don't leave me now, Nancy. Don't be a ... a ... prick-teaser,' he told me. I told him that I was a virgin and that I couldn't take something that size.
"But he still wouldn't get off of me. He kept telling me that I was the one that had gotten him excited and that I was going to have to see that he was satisfied or lose my cherry.
"Finally, I asked him what I could do. He got off of me and sat down on my head, sticking his tool in my mouth. At first, I hated it, but then it wasn't so bad when it got hot and he was moaning and had his head tilted back to the stars.
"Did you go with Bob again after that?" I asked.
"Yes, that's the part I'm wanting most to tell. I went with him the very next night to a meeting of a club he said that he sometimes belonged to that consisted of both boys and girls. I went with him and found that it was true, though I was prepared to leave at any minute.
"We met on the beach, around a fire in front of a beach house at first. There I met the people involved in the organization. The men were all of different ages, though Bob was probably the youngest by ten years. The oldest fellow had gray hair.
"I felt real dirty being there in front of the older men, especially when I thought that Bob might have told them what I did for him. After all, some of them were old enough to be my father.
"After we had talked awhile about almost nothing, I noticed that though all the men had brought dates, Bob was the only one who paid any attention to his. The other men often embraced each other, though, as they laughed. I was beginning to wonder if there wasn't something funny about them, after all, when they announced that it was time for the real fun to begin.
"The fellows all went down farther on the beach. I was told to stay with the girls by the fire. After they had been gone about five minutes, the other girls, some of whom were old enough to be my mother, began taking off their clothing. I told that I was a virgin and didn't intend to take off my clothes.
"All of them laughed at me real hard and asked me why Bob hadn't told me what they did at these parties. I said that I didn't know why he hadn't, but that I wish he had.
"Then they all did something real peculiar, I thought at the time. They all swore to me that they were virgins, too. I didn't believe them, but I was too afraid of them to tell them so. I took off my clothes too, for the same reason. They scared me to death.
"After a few more minutes, they told me to follow them down to the beach. It was dark down there and you couldn't see anything. When we had gone just a little ways, they told me to get down on my hands and knees and grab the first thing I saw and put it in my mouth.
"I didn't understand what they meant at first, but it didn't take long. The first thing I saw for an erect male organ, big against the horizon. I was only about a yard from it, so I stood up and started to run, but tripped over another man a few feet away. He was covered with sand. The only thing above ground was his organ."
All the time Nancy had been talking, she had been looking down. Now she looked me straight in the eyes. "I ran like hell," she said.
I explained to Nancy basically what had happened. Bob of course was bisexual and belonged to a homosexual club, which used women with phallic hang-ups to administer them their pleasures.
When Nancy was unwilling to give in to Bob and allow intercourse, he wasn't terribly disturbed about it because he would prefer to have had it the other way. Consequently, he brought Nancy with him to the homosexual party, though he didn't tell her that that was where they were going because he knew she wouldn't go for it.
However, it is possible that Nancy would have joined in on the party, whether she admitted it or not. The truth is that she could have substituted that sort of activity for the normal type out of fear of the male penis.
CONCLUSION
Nudity and swap clubs are definitely growing in this country. Teenagers are continually seeking new sex thrills, and new nudie sex clubs are formed to meet this desire, as soon as the old ones become boring.
Today's teenagers are not satisfied with what their parents did in the sex arena. They want to be different. And they are not afraid to try anything, the more off-beat, the better chance it has of catching on. These two characteristics stand out above all others when studying the current high schooler. And one has reason to believe that contemporary junior high students are going to be more sexually oriented than most educators and parents could possibly imagine.
Of course, sex education and understanding are in order, especially in the realm of education. But parents also have to become involved to harness their children's sexual curiosity into approved activities. People have ignored the problem long enough.
"Why am I interested in seeing myself naked? Because for years I thought I was ugly. I still do, but I no longer look at myself through my own eyes. I look out ... at my Desire, and I reach out to touch the bodies I love without fear that I'll be rejected. ... I love anyone's nakedness that expresses their acceptance of being born in this body in this flesh on this planet that will die. This flesh is only an episode, what will we do, reject it because of liver complaints?"
