In today's permissive atmosphere accelerated by the sexual revolution and the new morality, it should come as no surprise that schoolgirls are now becoming more promiscuous than they were in previous generations. It would be presumptuous to assume that the majority of teenagers are riding the waves of unbridled sexuality. But a number of indicators-including the findings of such conservative investigators as John H. Gagnon and William Simon reveal a marked increase in premarital intercourse among young females of high school and college ages.
Any heated dismissal of the conclusions regarding promiscuousness among young people as conjecture or as the questionable findings of limited investigations is quickly countered by the cold figures of statistical evidence alone. The rising incidence of venereal disease has reached epidemic proportions in high schools and colleges. Next to the common cold, syphilis and gonorrhea are the most widespread infectious diseases among young people. The number of illegitimate births per thousand teenagers has risen from 8.3 in 1940 to 19.8 in 1972. Further, there is an alarming increase in the number of abortions performed on girls of school age.
Sociologists point to several factors contributing to the new sexual license which young people have incorporated into their own standards of social conduct. American society has committed itself to sexuality in such a manner that the "erotization of the social backdrop," as Gagnon and Simon express it, has magnified and distorted the function of human sexual behavior beyond all proportion. Philip Slater has pointed out that through the mass media everything sexless has been sexualized. Advertising has reached such fetishistic proportions that even automobiles, cigarettes, toothpaste, chewing gum, detergents, and clothing have acquired sexual significance.
like contorted images in the mirrors of carnival fun houses, the distorted reflections of sexuality have been magnified by the daily cultural bombardment of confusing sexual messages. Genital relationships appear more important than the inward worth of the human personality-more important than the value of mature interpersonal relationships.
With the stress on sexual performance carried over into peer-group pressures of young people, schoolgirls, in increasing numbers, accept the implication that sexuality is somehow centrally connected to personal worth. They rush into sexual relations without giving themselves a chance to find out whether they have anything in common with their partners. Many teenagers are woefully ignorant about sex and lack the emotional maturity necessary to manage sexual relationships. For countless young persons, sex becomes the only bridge to others-the only means to attain a sense of belonging.
Sociologists have cited the weakening of family influence and religious strictures as factors contributing to the new promiscuousness. But these are only elements within a much broader spectrum of changing social forces. The reliance on sex as a substitution for other needs, the diffusion of identity, and the sense of isolation among countless young people are complicated by the highly fragmentalized lifestyle of our computerized society in this fast moving age of technology. There is a sense of a loss of organic unity in society as a whole and in the role of the individual as he relates to the environment.
The diffusion of identity and the sense of isolation are further compounded by young people's disillusionment with the political and social attitudes of older generations. Their distrust of parents and the establishment has often led them to use sex as a means of defiance. More important, sex becomes a soporific form of escape from a world of incompatible beliefs, wars, and crises.
The moral pronouncements of older generations appear not very convincing because they are frequently tinged with hypocrisy as the divorce rates continue to spiral, as increasing numbers of married people engage in promiscuous activity, ranging from permitted adultery to the orgies of wild swing-ins.
Further, the cult of youth in America, together with the distorted emphasis on sexuality, has promoted many middle-aged adults to behave neurotically. They engage in a strained and humorless race to emulate young people and to recapture their youth. Such individuals will also be studied in this volume in respect to their relationships with young people.
How have older adults handled the sexual revolution? Some historians will have to say, "Not very well." Apart from their contribution to the distortion of sexuality, many adults are not honest with their children or with themselves. Teenagers have often complained that parents are not straight-forward in their advice regarding sexual matters. Parents are frequently caught up in the hypocrisy of Victorian morality. Instead of approaching sex as a natural function within its proper perspective, many adults still view sexual candor as something "naughty"-a forbidden thrill not un-like that of the old carnival peep-shows.
On the positive side, the sexual revolution may be viewed as a catalyst in promoting understanding of human sexuality in its natural perspective, freed from the guilt, hypocrisy, and the neurotic hang-ups of older generations. For many young people this has already taken place, and hopefully this will be the case for future generations.
But like so many periods of social change in history our era is one of turbulent adjustments, resulting from the collision of attitudes between the old epoch and the new. In such periods there have always been setbacks and confusion in handling the new ideas and standards of social conduct. It is the social problems of this turbulent period of change that are reflected in these case histories. These vignettes of young people's sexual behavior are miniature reflectors of the erotization of the social backdrop, the distorted emphasis on sexuality, the pressures of peer groups on sexual performance, the diffusion of identity, and the widespread emotional problems of the young.
That countless young persons are undergoing serious emotional problems is evident in the "hot line" telephone services and counseling organizations throughout the country. And these organizations are tangible evidence of growing public awareness of young people's needs.
Although broader social forces are contributing factors to the sexual confusion among the young, parents cannot be let off the hook so easily. Parental images and early conditioning in the home are crucial to the behavioral patterns of most individuals, and this is amply demonstrated throughout the case histories of this volume.
The study of females in high schools and colleges is particularly important in light of the social changes which have promoted sexual and economic equality of women and the new roles which they are assuming. The sexual behavior of schoolgirls in this volume is observed within the framework of their familial and social orientation and the fragmentalized roles which they assume in their daily living.
The first chapter concerns the problems facing the "average" schoolgirl from a middle-class conservative home-a girl motivated to do well in school. The second chapter deals with the problems of delinquency among young females. The remainder of the volume concentrates on female sexual behavior in connection with the fragmentalized roles schoolgirls assume as they relate to older adults, to teachers, to counselors, to employers, and to their peer groups.
The cult of youth and the emotional problems of older adults in their relationships with schoolgirls are particularly evident in Chapters Three and Four. Chapter Five reveals the logical extreme of promiscuousness in the multiple-partner, multi-orgasmic type described by Dr. Sherfey, former student of Alfred Kinsey.
It is hoped that these case histories will provide a greater understanding of the sexual problems facing young females today and that the import of these studies will demonstrate the profound need for increased sex education in the homes and in the schools.
Chapter One
The Sensuous Cheerleader
"I was excited and scared at the same time when Hank and Ken suggested that we leave the El En-canto to go back to their cottage and have some wine. I wasn't blindly holding on to my virginity, but I wasn't sure this was the time to take any risks either.
"Well..., " I hesitated as the rock music continued its pounding rhythm and the crowd milled around the dance floor.
"Oh, come on Lisa," said Ginny, taking me by the arm and heading for the door. This is our last night on Catalina Island and I don't intend to spend it here getting stepped on all night."
"Ginny seemed bolder that night than any time in the three years we had been best friends. She always took the lead, even though she was six months younger than me. She always seemed to be ahead of me. She started her period first, dated first, and even seemed to know how to act when her parents got divorced. If my parents hadn't been in the middle of their divorce, they never would have let me and Ginny come to Catalina unchaperoned, even though we were of age.
"Hey, which one do you want to be with?" Ginny asked as we walked slightly ahead of Hank and Ken down the hill toward the cottages. "Ken really looks interested in you," she whispered, "And I've kind of been teasing Hank ever since we met on the beach today."
"I laughed nervously as I thought about their bronze, athletic-looking bodies approaching and sitting beside us on the beach that afternoon. Being so close to their nakedness made me a little nervous and gave me a tingling feeling in my tits.
"When we arrived at the small, two bedroom cottage, Hank brought out a gallon of red wine and some glasses. We sat on the floor drinking the wine and talking, and before long the wine began to take its effect.
"I remember Ken moving closer to me as we sat talking. The room seemed to have taken on a fuzzy edge and it was nice to focus on Ken's deep blue eyes. I felt almost hypnotized by those eyes, I couldn't seem to pull my gaze away from them.
"Ken began slowly stroking my forearm as he continued talking about his trip to the other side of the island, as though his hand were controlled by someone else, disconnected from our conversation. His casual, automatic manner made me relax and enjoy the soft tickling sensation of his fingers gliding up and down my arm.
"The sound of his voice seemed to fade away as he somehow captured my gaze and his moist lips slowly drew closer.
"Hey, you two," Hank's voice said, shattering my trance, "we're going to go into the other room and look at the rocks we picked up skin diving today."
"The half-grin which curled his mouth to one side as they stood up suggested that they were going into the other bedroom for much more than rocks. I looked up to Ginny for an indication of what was happening, but she avoided my glance and clung to Hank's arm as they moved into the bedroom. The door closed behind them.
"I suppose I was more confused than anything at that moment. I knew about sex, and Ginny and I had talked about it and swapped rumors for hours. But I was still not really sure where I stood with it.
"I was hoping they would leave," Ken said as he slid tightly up beside me. "I've wanted to get this close to you ever since I saw you on the beach this afternoon."
"A nervous laugh jumped out of my throat as I thought frantically about what I was going to do next. I guess the wine must have clouded my mind because the only thing I could think of was to smile at him and nod my head.
"Ken lowered his face closer to mine, pausing just for a moment as his eyes darted from my eyes to my lips, and then he touched my lips, his wet, warm tongue flicking around the corners of my mouth. As Ken's breathing quickened and his lips moved down to my neck, I could feel a warm glowing sensation sweep across my thighs and belly. Ken's tongue swirled slowly down my neck and sent a tingling across my breasts and down my belly to my cunt.
"Oh Ken! Please..." The blood pounded louder and louder in my ears.
"Ken's eyes rose up and met mine for an instant, but the question in his eyes dissolved into a passionate kiss which made my body ache to be crushed in his loving arms.
"Suddenly I felt like my whole world was rising and falling with each heave of my tits. Ken's strong arms were a pool of warmth and they made me feel safe.
"Lisa..." Ken moaned, as we tumbled over until he was lying on top of me. His hand dropped down between my legs and began massaging the inside of my thighs as his tongue plunged deeply into my eager mouth. My legs began twitching involuntarily as Ken's hand drove itself into the moist crack below my tingling love mound. My ripe young buttocks arched forward, straining for some unknown release.
"These clothes are just getting in the way," Ken said as he reached for the buttons on my blouse and quickly unfastened them. Ken's eyes widened as he pulled back the blouse and viewed my breasts thrusting up at him, rising and falling to the quickened rhythm of my breathing. Ken's head dropped to my breasts and his warm mouth covered one of my supple young tits. His tongue alternately pushed and pulled on my pink, erected nipple, nearly driving me out of my mind. My hands clutched the back of his head and I pulled it down tightly.
"Ohhhhh, Ken..." He rose to his knees and tore off his shirt. His tanned, muscular chest glistened in the soft light and my hands reached up to stroke his tight belly as he ripped at his belt buckle.
"I felt myself trembling as Ken kicked off his Levi's and revealed the hardened shaft of his cock pressing out against his shorts. I couldn't believe how big it was when he pulled his shorts off and his cock slapped back against his stomach. I was frightened and fascinated at the same time.
"Ken stood up and lifted me onto the bed. He began nuzzling my stomach, making small circles with his tongue while his hands pulled my slacks and panties off and flung them to the floor. I pulled him on top of me hungrily, needing his warmth and strength.
"Ken's mouth locked onto mine and his hands reached beneath me to grasp my grinding buttocks. His fingers dug into my flesh and pulled me tightly against his body. I could feel the enormous length of his cock pulsating against my stomach, sending waves of pleasure down to my aching pussy.
"Oh God, please love me Ken!" I panted as his hand began massaging the outer lips of my love hole. His fingers slid through my flowing love juices and stroked my clit and I shuddered deliriously. I felt his hot tongue probing my virgin pussy. He sucked hungrily on my swollen, pulsating clit.
"I thought my cunt was going to explode when Ken pushed his legs between my knees and knelt up in front of me. My ass was twitching and writhing on the bed in front of him as he pulled my legs high into the air, spread them wide and dropped my heels across his shoulders.
"Oh baby..." Ken moaned as his hands rubbed across my inner thighs. His cock swelled up from his pubic hair like a telephone pole and I yearned to have it fill me with it's warmth and power. He leaned forward, bending me nearly in half, until his lips could suck one of my quivering nipples. I could feel the head of his cock pressing at my cunt lips. Slowly his hips began to move back and forth, driving his cock against the tight entrance of my pussy.
"I was wild with wanting him and I dug my fingernails into his shoulders, desperately wanting him to fill my shuddering cunt with his massive meat. Ken's panting breath filled my ears as my pussy slowly opened and stretched over his pulsing cock, squeezing and quivering with each new thrust. I knew this was what I wanted, and Ken seemed far beyond control anyhow.
"As I grabbed Ken's head, pulling his face to mine and sucking furiously on his tongue, he gave a final lunge and drove his pulsating shaft deep within my stomach. I gasped and inhaled deeply as a spasm of pain swept through my throbbing pussy. I started to protest, but Ken was already beyond words and he began thrusting and plunging wildly, each time more deeply into my cunt.
"Soon I couldn't tell the difference between the pain and the wave of burning pleasure which began to boil within my spasming, quivering pussy. My heels fell from his shoulders and dug into the mattress and my body arched up and bucked wildly.
"Ahhhhhhhhh... God..." Ken moaned. His body lurched forward as though an electric shock had passed from his ass-hole through his cock. He clutched frantically at the cheeks of my buttocks, which were wet with the flood of love cream pouring from my cunt. He drew me up beneath him as his body jerked and his muscles spasmed. His cock twitched and swelled and I felt the burst of his cum flood the shuddering inner walls of my writhing pussy.
"As Ken shot his wad, I laid beneath him holding tightly to his back and slowly milked his grinding tool of every drop of its warm cream. Finally we laid quietly, cuddled in each other's arms.
"Neither of us spoke for a few minutes, preferring to quietly hold one another and languish in the dreamy warmth. After about ten minutes the room seemed to emerge out of my dream-like state and I began to notice noises coming from the other bedroom.
"I guess Hank and Ginny are having some fun, too," Ken whispered as he slowly ran his fingers through my hair.
"Do you think so?" I asked.
"Uh hummmmm," he replied, "Hank has been pretty hot for Ginny all day, he couldn't wait to get away from the dance and get back here."
"Somehow I couldn't imagine Ginny in there in the bedroom balling Hank. It just didn't fit into the image I had of her. I was curious about what was going on in the other room, but I was really too embarrassed to say anything.
"Ohhhhhhhh," the sound of Ginny's voice filtered in from Hank's bedroom.
"Now what do you say?" Ken asked, his eyes widening as he peered toward the door.
"Oh, they couldn't be," I said, perplexed but curious.
"Well then, come on and I'll show you," said Ken as he rose and pulled me to my feet.
"Oh no, Ken! We can't. . . " He pulled me over to the door in spite of my protest.
"I must have been more curious than I was embarrassed, because I couldn't stop myself from looking when Ken quietly pushed the door open a few inches, wide enough for us to see Hank and Ginny on the bed.
"Oh God... oh God... oh yesssssssss," Ginny sat gasping on top of Hank's lean body, straddling his hips and bouncing up and down on his still, moist cock. Ginny's fine blonde hair was leaping into the air with every plunge onto Hank's throbbing prick. Her firm young tits jostled tightly on her chest and her erect, rose-colored nipples stood out sharply while she ground her pussy again and again into his cock and balls.
"Ginny shuddered, twisted her shoulders from one side to the other and clawed at Hank's chest. Her ass slapped into the puddle of love juices which poured from her cunt. Hank's face was contorted with pleasure as he lay grasping her ass cheeks with both hands, slamming her down onto his lunging love tool.
"The pace of their frenzied movements increased until Ginny's body arched forward in a prolonged spasm. As her first orgasm flushed over her, she threw her head back crying, "Uhhhhhhhh," and ground her twitching, grasping pussy into Hank's writhing hips.
"As Ken and I stood bent over in the doorway watching Hank and Ginny, I could hear Ken's breathing grow deeper and quicker. His hands reached around and cupped my breasts and began massaging my nipples, sending little shivers down my belly. I found myself getting hot all over again, watching my best friend in a passion I never could have imagined.
"When Hank and Ginny were getting close to their ecstasy, I felt Ken's cock rising jerkily against the back of my legs.
"Ken shifted his position slightly so that his cock rose up between my legs from the rear. He started nibbling the back of my neck and making me shiver deliciously.
"Watching Hank and Ginny bounce on the bed, Ken started rocking back and forth behind me, sliding his cock slowly in and out of the crack below my ass. My thighs twitched and I closed my legs to capture his cock and to squeeze it up against the lips of my pussy.
"I was getting excited just watching Hank and Ginny, but when Ken started playing around again I felt that pounding in my ears and I could feel my pussy getting wet once more. "Oh God, Ken..."
"His lips began to glide slowly down my back and his tongue flickered about playfully. When his lips reached my soft white buttocks, he began nibbling and nuzzling the crack of my ass with his teeth and nose.
"I reached around behind Ken's head and pulled his face tightly into the crack of my ass. I spread my legs and squatted slightly to allow his lips to move closer to my crotch. His tongue licked furiously as his saliva began to mix with the love cream which poured from my cunt.
"Ken was driving me out of my mind with his tongue flashing in and out of my pussy. My hard little clit was quivering each time his tongue swept across it. I could hear Ken making little gurgling noises as he gasped for air and then pushed his head back into my throbbing crotch.
"Oh Ken, Ken please..." My voice was quivering with passion and I was dying to have his long hard cock slamming into my pussy once again.
"He pulled me down to my hands and knees and stayed behind me. I didn't understand what he was doing at first, but when I felt his hot cock pressing against my love hole from the rear, I knew he was going to give me what I wanted but was ashamed to ask for.
"Come on baby, let's show them how it's done," Ken breathed as he grasped my waist and ground his whammer into me.
"Oh Ken..." The fire between my legs began to heat up once more. Soon the sounds of Hank and Ginny were mixed with our own in my ears. I began pumping my soft ass back on his luscious hot poker, the muscles in my pussy squeezing and contracting as I rammed back into it.
"Ken's hot breath panted down on my neck as he clung to my hips and ground his hips into my rear.
"Ohhh... ohhh... ohhh," I wailed as Ken's cock swelled and spasmed and sent his hot come spewing into my shuddering twat.
"In just that one evening, Ken had shown me more warmth than I had known existed. Although I never saw him again after that weekend, he had shown me something that I would never forget."
The case of Lisa T is not an unfamiliar one in modern times. Indeed, the reader may perhaps wonder if such examples of adolescent sexual behavior are not the rule rather than the exception. Some authors have popularized the notion that drastic changes of adolescent sexual behavior are the product of sophisticated birth control methods and their increased availability. Others speak of the shifting cultural values which govern sexual behavior.
The validity of these explanations is difficult to test or confirm. The sheer breadth of such claims renders them beyond the scope of an individual examination. The following account is an attempt to view precocious sexual behavior among teenagers from various perspectives and perhaps shed some clarity on this complicated phenomenon.
From outward appearances, Lisa T led a relatively normal life until she reached adolescence. Her grades in school were average and she had no history of serious medical or emotional disturbances. However, a more detailed investigation revealed two important facts in her home life.
Lisa's father proved to be a rather cold man who had difficulty expressing emotions-particularly affection toward his wife and children. Her father also dominated the household and set high standards for personal performance and achievement. This family configuration, having established its influence in Lisa's preadolescent psychosexual development, proved to be the decisive factor in Lisa's sexual development during adolescence.
Lisa's predicament, simply stated, centered around the stress of an achievement-oriented family life, combined with the absence of a consistent male locus of reinforcement. These events produced deep uncertainties within Lisa's unconscious over her ability to obtain male love and support.
An example of this effect was revealed in an early counseling session with Lisa, when she was asked to reflect on her early childhood experiences. She was able to recall several warm and touching moments involving her mother, but when queried concerning her father, she grew despondent and unresponsive and was unable to relate a single instance of open affection.
When Lisa entered into adolescence, a crisis event which taxes the pregenital environment of every young girl, she began to encounter difficulties in relating to men in the development of a female identity and the attainment of male-female interpersonal involvement. Anna Freud describes the processes of adolescence in The Ego and the Mechanisms of Defense:
The physiological process which marks the attainment of physical sexual maturity is accompanied by a stimulation of the instinctual processes.... Aggressive impulses are intensified to the point of complete unruliness, hunger becomes voracity and the naughtiness of the latency-period turns to the criminal behavior of adolescence.... These are very few of the invading forces. Their onslaught merely brings once more to the surface the familiar content of the early infantile sexuality of the little children.
Clearly then, the cards were stacked against Lisa's emotional development. The absence of a responsible male figure left a vacuum in her early psychosexual development which would surely create difficulties during the identity-building stages of adolescence.
Although her parents' marriage appeared "normal" to outsiders, her father's rigid patterns of emotional release began to take their toll on the marriage within the first two years. Consequently the marriage grew worse, and as the prospect of her parent's divorce became a reality, Lisa's unconscious needs for affection and security reached crisis proportions. In spite of the family patterns requiring high standards for personal demeanor (which undoubtedly prevented Lisa from expressing her distress in other destructive means), the advent of genital sexuality confronted her with forces and pleasures which she could not deny in view of her desperate emotional predicament.
"I was actually glad that the summer was over that year. I didn't like spending so much time at home because my mother had started complaining about my father all of the time. It seemed like a fight of some kind could start over even the smallest thing. It was a pleasure to get back to school.
"School was especially exciting for me this fall because I had tried out for the pep squad during the spring and made it. Ginny didn't though, and I guess we started drifting apart because I spent so much time practicing with the other members of the squad. I liked having new friends, but I missed having someone as close as Ginny around.
"One part of being on pep squad was especially fun. Every afternoon we finished practicing our yells and routines at the same time the football team finished their practice. Most of the time we girls would hang around to talk to the guys and flirt a little as they came out of the shower room on their way home. I suppose these football players were cute enough, but I wasn't nearly as interested in them as I was in their dreamy young coach, Bill K.
"The rumor was that Mr. K had gotten a divorce recently and was a pretty loose stud. Most of the girls were afraid of him and I could understand why, after I met him the first time.
"I stayed in the gym practicing later than usual that day. The rest of the pep squad had already gone home. When I was walking out of the gym past the locker rooms, I saw him standing by the door to his office talking to a couple of players. The guys were leaving, saying goodnight to him. As he waved to them, he noticed me approaching.
"He stood in the doorway eying me thoroughly. I felt like he was looking right through me. He was still wearing his T-shirt and sweat pants and I couldn't help noticing the way those sweat pants always bulged out in the front. His short dark hair was brushed casually to one side and his face and muscular arms were deeply tanned from spending so much time out of doors.
"Hi! Your name is Lisa, isn't it?" he said as I came alongside. It was more a statement than a question.
"Yes." I said, as pleased as I was embarrassed that he bothered to find out my name.
"I've seen you working out with the pep squad. You guys look pretty hot this year." His eyes didn't miss a thing as they surveyed my body quickly, pausing only to fully appreciate the shape of my breasts pressing out against my sweater.
"Thanks," I mumbled, "we've been putting in an awful lot of time practicing."
"Well, I hope it doesn't interfere with your classes too much." He continued looking me over, this time pausing to appreciate my smooth young legs and the soft curve of my buttocks where they rose from my legs.
"Not too much." I somehow gained the courage to look him squarely in the eyes. "Except in Health Science. I'm afraid I'm not doing too well in that class."
"He looked at me quizzically for a moment. "Well, maybe you're in luck. I used to teach Health Science and I still have some old books and lecture notes. Maybe they could help you, they're right here in my office."
"I hesitated for a moment as he motioned inside his office. No one else seemed to be around, and the thought of going into his office alone with him made my knees a little weak. It was really scary. I probably would have said "No thank you!" but when he saw me hesitating he gave me a warm, sexy smile that was absolutely irresistible.
"Inside his office, he took an old textbook off his shelf and pulled a chair up to his desk for me to sit on while we looked at the book.
"Which part of the course is giving you the most trouble?" He leaned over from behind me, paging through the book.
"I can't seem to remember the different parts of the body." I was starting to relax because of his warm and helpful manner, until he casually slipped his hand beneath my hair and left it resting on the back of my neck. I could feel my face flush as he started sliding his thumb and fingers slowly up and down the back of my neck behind my ears.
"Oh yes, anatomy can be tough," he said softly, bending over more closely until his head was just beside mine. He flipped through the anatomy section until he came to the color diagram of the male penis and left the page open.
"I could see his face turn slightly toward mine and I could almost feel his eyes staring at my breasts. Although I was scared, I could feel my nipples beginning to harden inside my bra, and my breathing shortened until my breasts were moving only slightly as I breathed.
"I guess he was hesitating to see how I was reacting, but he didn't hesitate for long. He held the back of my head in his hand and turned me around like a puppet until our faces were only inches apart.
"I could feel my lips quivering slightly as I looked into those deep brown eyes, and it seemed like something warm and soft was waiting for me within them.
"But this is the kind of anatomy I want to teach you about first," he whispered, as his mouth sank down onto my lips, crushing them until I opened my mouth and let his hot, moist tongue shoot inside, twisting around mine.
"My whole body released the pent-up tension at once, and I threw my arms around his powerful shoulders and sucked greedily on his probing tongue.
"I never dreamed that I could get turned on so quickly just by kissing someone, but hot flashes of sensation were already sweeping across my crotch as I twisted in the chair holding onto his squirming mouth.
"When he broke our embrace, he pulled me roughly to my feet and leaned me back against his desk. With his tongue shooting into my mouth once more, his hands plunged beneath my sweater and found the clasp of my bra. He quickly flipped it open and my breasts burst free of their restraining cups. I could feel his huge, throbbing cock pounding on my stomach. I was fascinated by the feeling of his prick, and I wanted to grab it with both hands and squeeze.
"When he pulled my sweater over my head both breasts fell free and bounced out of my loose bra. My breasts stood out like ripe, swollen fruit, and my tight erected nipples ached to be tongued. Bill sucked one of my nipples into his mouth and swirled his tongue around and around until it felt like an electric spark was jumping from one engorged nipple to the other.
"Both of his hands reached under my skirt and glided down my contracted buttocks and slipped inside my panties. In one tearing movement he ripped my panties off and threw the shreds onto the floor.
"Please, Bill, be careful," I said, and quickly slipped out of my skirt so it wouldn't be torn, too.
"Lisa, I think you're the most beautiful young thing I've seen in my whole life," he panted. But I could tell he was in no mood for conversation because he quickly lifted me into the air and buried his face into the soft, honey-colored pubic hair covering my pussy and deeply inhaled the spicy aromas wafting up from between my legs.
"Then Bill sat me down on his desk and pushed me over backwards, leaving my legs dangling over the edge. He quickly spread my legs and lifted them into the air, exposing my hungry vagina. My pounding love mound throbbed and my delicate pink cunt-lips oozed pearly love juice as my pussy contracted and quivered. Bill's lips started kissing and nibbling down from my knees and across my thighs. My body arched upward as Bill's tongue tortured my inner thighs and edged toward my cunt.
"A moment later Bill thrust his face into my twitching cunt and plunged his tongue deeply into my spasming love hole. His tongue darted in and out, sending shivers of ecstasy rippling through my body.
"Auhuuuuuuuuuuuu," I wailed, and Bill began licking the crevice of my pussy, searching for my clit. When he found my love knob his lips sucked it delicately and his tongue flicked it rapidly until it swelled and throbbed, sending blissful spasms throughout my body. My ass writhed furiously, but Bill held me pinned to the desk top. I never imagined, even in my most secret fantasies that anything could feel so wonderful.
"When Bill pulled his head from my squirming crotch, his face was wet and shiny, covered with saliva and pussy cream. No one had ever made me feel so good, and I wanted to do something for him, pay him back for the wonderful feeling which pulsated through my body.
"As Bill stood gasping for air, I slipped off the desk and fell to my knees in front of him. His sweatpants ballooned out in front and when his T-shirt rode up his stomach, I could see an eye-like slit on the head of his cock peeking out the top of his loose-fitting uniform.
"I reached up and pulled the bow on the drawstring holding his sweatpants up. I could hardly believe what I was seeing when his sweatpants hit the floor. The head of his cock was a furious red knob standing on a frighteningly thick shaft which stretched to the top of his belly button.
"I gasped and reached up to grab his burning tool with both hands. My hands could hardly fit around it.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, Jesus... Fucking... Christ," Bill cried, as I squeezed with both hands and licked its fiery head at the same moment. Then the head of his cock filled my mouth and the salty taste of his sex oozed from its blowhole. When I ran my hands down his throbbing prick and pulled the skin tightly down, the flaming head turned nearly purple. I held my hot, moist mouth over his straining cock and slowly began sliding my lips down over it.
"Oh, Jesus," Bill moaned.
"Grabbing the cheeks of his hairy ass, I dug my fingernails into them and started pumping my mouth up and down on his mammoth tool. My tongue whirled around and around it's throbbing head and my teeth raked it's length making his legs quiver.
"Bill grasped the back of my head and dug his fingers into my hair, squeezing the roots and jamming my mouth lower and lower onto his burning torch. The muscles in my throat began to contract as Bill forced his cock deeper into my hot sucking mouth. I began choking and gagging on his member and had to pull my head away.
"Oh Bill, you must have the sweetest cock in the whole world."
"Bill moaned softly and crushed my head against his crotch. I began licking the underside of his pulsating love pole and slowly nibbling at the sack holding his beautiful balls. My tongue darted up and around them. I pushed his legs apart and threw my head back to let his balls fall into my warm mouth. I swirled his massive hot nuts around and sucked until he cried out.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, fuck, fuck, ohhhhhh!"
"Bill was trembling with pleasure as he pulled me from beneath him and nearly flung me onto the desk top. He stood there panting like a wild man, his enormous cock swelling even thicker than before. I wanted him so badly that I couldn't stop myself from writhing on the desk, my back arching involuntarily and my firm little ass contracting. My pussy was gushing love juice. I wanted him to fuck me so much that small whines and whimpers escaped from my throat with each gyration of my begging hips.
"I felt as though I had been preparing for a great moment, like a queen or a priestess having been anointed and preened in preparation for a momentous occasion.
"Come on, Bill. Stab me with that magnificent cock, give it to me-please! Put it in, baby. I need it now!"
"All right, baby, I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before or never will be again."
"Bill slowly mounted the desk, pushing my thighs apart with his knees. My heart was pounding so loudly I thought my ears were going to burst. I raised my arms to him, aching to be crushed by his strength. The tension in my crotch was driving me out of my mind and I felt like I was going to explode into a thousand pieces before he could get in me.
"Bill knelt above me like a huge, powerful stallion; primitive, violent and yet poised. He lifted my legs high and wide, spreading me so far I thought I would split. Leaning forward slowly and purposefully he took his throbbing cock in one hand and rubbed it slowly around in circles against the lips of my writhing pussy.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, God!" I wailed and tried to scoot forward toward his red-hot pole.
"Bill put his free hand on my stomach to keep me in place and began gently nudging the front of my cunt in and out, teasing my delirious snatch. I couldn't stand it any longer.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhgh," I screamed.
"Easy baby, here it comes," Bill crooned.
"He leaned forward over me and I locked my legs around his neck. I could feel his cock pushing at the entrance of my vagina. My cunt yawned open as widely as it could, contracting and squeezing and trying to grasp the head of his prick. Bill grunted and leaned into me, slowly forcing his determined cock into the mouth of my pussy.
"For a moment I didn't think it would make it into my tight little inexperienced love hole. But then he heaved forward and my cunt exploded with pain and pleasure.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," I wailed. Bill's enormous prick had us locked together so completely I could hardly breathe. My insides were filled with his big, throbbing sausage and I was almost afraid to move.
"Bill's hips began circling slowly, massaging the walls of my vagina. His fierce throbbing cock worked slowly in and out, stretching my quivering pussy. As he moved I could feel waves of burning pleasure spread over my belly and down my legs.
"Bill's wet, shiny hips began moving faster and faster, rising up and thrusting down, forcing my cunt to accept more and more of his mighty love pole.
"Ahh, Oh God, Mmmmmmm," I moaned involuntarily as he quickened the pace and plunged deeper and deeper into my pussy.
"Ohhhhhhh... ohhhhhhhhh!"
"The walls of my pussy began kneading and squeezing his thrusting giant. I squirmed beneath him as my loins shuddered and burned with pleasure.
"Oh yes... yes... yesssss!" Bill hissed and slammed and jabbed his cock faster and faster into my frothing pussy.
"Suddenly I began to lose control. My hips lunged upward furiously, bucking and convulsing up toward that white-hot shaft of pleasure which was searing and scorching my seething, steaming pussy. Bill's tongue shot into my ear, filling it with hot, slithering juice, and I could feel my entire body moving toward convulsion.
"H... h... hold on, baby, I'm going to let you have it."
"Ohhhhhh Fuck, give it to me."
"Bill's ass rose up and stalled for a moment, then crashed down into me, ramming his blazing cock deep inside my stomach. His cock swelled and gushed forth his steaming hot joy juice and I could actually feel it splatter against the walls of my pussy.
"Bill's orgasm was the final push which flung my entire body onto a flaming roller coaster of ecstatic convulsions. I don't know how long it lasted, I might have fainted for a while. I can only remember the beautiful warm glow which filled my body as Bill collapsed on top of me while I held his subsiding tool as far inside my hot box as I possibly could."
Lisa's needs for security and affection were undoubtedly linked to her early life history. However, the solutions which she unconsciously sought out during adolescence are more properly described as cultural options which arise from the social environment at large. Putney and Putney have written convincingly of the self-defeating sexualization of needs for intimacy and self-worth within nominally "normal" populations in modern times.
In the case of Lisa and others like her whose lives contain additional factors of stress, the need for intimate contact can easily assume neurotic proportions. Dr. Karen Homey addresses herself to these neurotic disturbances in human relationships in Neurosis and Human Growth:
The natural sexual functions of establishing an intimate human contact frequently assume greater proportions. This is a well-known fact about detached people for whom sexuality may be the only bridge to others.... It shows also in the haste with which people may rush into sexual relations, without giving themselves a chance to find out whether they have anything in common or a chance to develop a liking and understanding. It is possible of course that emotional relatedness may evolve later on. But more often than not it does not do so because usually the initial rush itself is a sign of their being too inhibited to develop a good human relationship.
This initial predicament is further complicated by the fact that such individuals must exist within a cultural environment which can confuse our conscious understanding of natural bodily processes. Sexuality is perhaps the most frequently distorted human dynamic, and one would be hard pressed to find a culture, modern or otherwise, which more frequently or effectively stimulates and distorts sexual drives than our own. As Philip Slater observed in The Pursuit of Loneliness, "By the time an American boy or girl reaches maturity he or she has so much symbolic baggage attached to the sexual impulse that the mere mutual stimulation of two human bodies seems almost meaningless. Through the mass media everything sexless has been sexualized: automobiles, cigarettes, detergents, clothing."
In addition to the complicated familial patterns that formed Lisa's early understanding of human relationships, she was daily confronted with a cultural bombardment of confusing sexual messages which implied that sexuality was somehow centrally connected to personal happiness.
Sexual relationships among adolescents are unusual or cause for concern only when the psycho-dynamics which underlie such behavior are acting to serve other, less accessible needs. In Lisa's case, we can see her sexual behavior as an attempt to compensate for the missing male support in her life under the growing demands of her identity formation.
In connection with such teenage sexual encounters, Dr. Eric Erikson points out the problems of identity and interpersonal involvement. it is obvious that sexual intimacies often precede the capacity to develop a true and mutual psychosocial intimacy with another person, be it in friendship, in erotic encounters, or in joint inspiration. The youth who is not sure of his identity shies away from interpersonal intimacy or throws himself into acts of intimacy which are promiscuous without true fusion or self-abandon. Where the youth does not accomplish such intimate relationships with others-and, I would add, with his own inner resources... he may settle for highly stereotyped interpersonal relations and come to retain a deep sense of isolation.
We can see from our discussion of Lisa's early psychosexual development, the structure of her family dynamics and the destructive cultural distortion of sexuality with which she lived-that Lisa was poorly prepared to meet the challenges of maturation and adulthood.
As a result of her counseling, Lisa now has an intellectual understanding of her difficulties. Whether or not she will be able to achieve truly healthy sexual relationships, however, will remain in doubt for some time to come.
Chapter Two
The Sexy Delinquent
"I guess I'm just a bad girl. Rotton to the core. I can't remember ever wanting to do anything right. My old lady and old man hassled me from the very beginning. "You're no good! We'll take that wildness out of you if we have to lock you up!" That's what they always yelled at me when I came home drunk after a good night of balling.
"I decided to run away the night I met Buzz. Him and me were in the twelfth grade, and we were on the verge of being kicked out anyways. As usual, that night I waited for my parents to go to bed, then I climbed out of my bedroom window and headed for downtown where all the action was. About a block from my house, this car pulled along side me and a voice yelled, "Hey, y'want a ride?" Without much hesitation, I opened the door and jumped in.
"Say, I know you," I said. "I've seen you at that hell-hole they call a school."
"That's right. I've been scoping you out. My name's Buzz. You're Helen, right?'
"Buzz was grinning like a possum. I deliberately let my eyes rake his body in an obvious effort to let him know I was scoping him out, too.
"I'm blowing this town tonight. I can't go this fuckin' school and home scene anymore." Buzz said. "You want to go to my buddy's pad for a farewell drink with me?'
"Man, you've got the right idea. I want to get the hell out of here, too. Will you take me with you? Let's go have that drink and talk about it," I said, getting excited at the prospects of leaving and knowing I would be making love with Buzz that night.
"Buzz's friend wasn't at his place when we arrived, but we went ahead and made ourselves at home, anyway. We opened two beers and settled down on the couch.
"Sure, babe. I'll take you with me. Now, how about us getting to know each other a little better," Buzz said, putting his beer down.
"That was all I needed to hear. I was more than ready to show my appreciation, now. I reached over and ran my hands through his long hair and planted a kiss square on his mouth.
"Oh, yeah! I can see we're going to get along fine!" Buzz said, responding to my kiss.
"Buzz snaked his tongue around inside my mouth, his hands eagerly working themselves up under my skirt and groping for my love nest. After I unbuttoned his shirt and unbuckled his belt, he raised his hips up off the couch and I slid his pants, underwear and all, right down to his ankles. His cock jerked up hard and straight, just begging for attention. Buzz stood up and kicked off his shoes, dropping his pants and underwear on the floor with them. Pulling me to my feet, he began to undress me. I could see he was eager, the way his hands were trembling over my bra. He had me stripped in no time, panties and everything.
"Aw, shit!, baby," Buzz half-whispered in a shaky voice. "I've just gotta taste some of that hot pussy. But first, why don't you taste some of this." He moved my hand to his warm prick, and it jerked upward.
"I responded by bending down and swirling my tongue around the head of his throbbing fucker. He eased his hips forward and I sucked it all the way back to my tonsils.
"Mmmmmm! Goddam baby, you know how, don't you!" Buzz gasped, his legs trembling.
"I popped his cock from my mouth and stretched out on the floor below him. Buzz straddled over me in a sixty-nine position and buried his head between my thighs. His moist prick hung downward and brushed against my eager mouth. Suddenly, I felt his sizzling tongue stab right down into my pussy lips, his mouth sucking and munching all around my excited clit.
"Geeeeesssssss! Ummmmmmmm!" I moaned as his tongue got wilder and wilder, running it around and over my burning clit. His tongue seemed to be six inches long. It worked deep and hard, licking my convulsing pussy.
"Suck my dick. Yeah, babe, suck it good!" Buzz pleaded pressing his face harder into my crotch.
"Little shock waves were beginning to move throughout my body, I was working on his peter like an all-day sucker. The smell and taste of his manhood was driving me frantic. I reached my hands around his ass and hugged him to my slurping mouth. Buzz began a rhythm as he plunged his cock farther and harder into my gulping mouth. I wetted a finger and began to work it around the rim of his ass-hole.
"Oh, yes. Christ you're great! Use your finger a little! Maaann! That's it!" he groaned as I worked my finger into his puckering ass-hole and began to move it in and out slowly.
"The tempo was getting faster and hotter. I could feel his prick swelling to the point of explosion. My cunt was being pleasured by the most fantastic tongue I had ever felt.
"Aghhhh. Mmmmmm!" I panted as I felt myself drawing close to orgasm. "Buzz... B-b-Buzz..." I sputtered, "give me your fucking hot load!"
"Get ready baby," Buzz whimpered as the first blast of his boiling jism hit the back of my throat. Gobs and gobs of his searing liquid love shot into my ravenous mouth. His mouth was still attached to my quivering pussy as my hips thrashed in response to my erupting climax.
"Aghhhhh! Eeeeeeee!" I cried. Wave after fucking wave of pleasure was washing over my body as I came in a flood.
"Let me get it all! Ah, Helen, man, you are so good!" Buzz was babbling as he continued to suck and lick my slit.
"I still had his prick in my mouth and was milking the remainder of his load; swallowing it to the last drop. Damn, I'm glad I'm bad. I thought. I can't think of anything I'd rather do than fuck and suck. This cock is so goddamn good. I want it to be like this all the time. Yes, I'll run away with Buzz tonight.
"Feeling his hands caressing my tits, brought me back to the present. He had curled back up and was lying beside me on the floor.
"Okay sweetheart. You ready to split?" Buzz asked, running his hands through my hair. "I have some friends in L.A. that will take care of us. It's sort of a club."
"Right on!" I answered. "Let's get it on. The sooner the better. I don't have a thing I want to take. I'm ready now!"
"We dressed and piled back into Buzz's car. I wasn't afraid. I was game for anything that might happen. We arrived in L.A. after a few hours drive. I had never seen this part of the city Buzz had driven to. He seemed to know where he was going and in a few minutes, we were parked in front of a bar that was practically surrounded by motorcycles. I had never seen so much leather. Everyone, chicks and guys were dressed in leather pants, jackets and boots.
"Come on babe, I'll introduce you to my friends." Buzz said getting out of the car. "I'm sure you'll dig on each other."
"I could tell I would. It just seemed bad. I guess that is what turned me on. All the guys gave me the once-over, even some of the chicks, as I walked over to meet Buzz's friends.
"Sure. Anytime." Mo answered to Buzz's inquiry about a place for us to stay. "You and your chick can stay as long as you like."
"Come on you fuckers. Let's get to the clubhouse. We've got out-of-town guests to en-ter-tain." shouted a big guy introduced to me as Larry and the apparent leader.
"Everyone began laughing and shouting. The roar of the bikes starting was almost deafening. I was filled with excitement as I felt a pair of strong arms grab me and lift me on the seat behind Larry. His chopper was in gear and out of the yard before the others had even cranked up. This was living. We rumbled through the night at break-neck speed, almost flipping at each corner, Larry tipping the bike almost on its side. On the way over, I helped Buzz and the guys rip some expensive hubcaps off a new car. Shit, that was fun.
"The clubhouse was an old abandoned warehouse far away from anything where the gang stashed some stolen loot. Larry and I arrived first, then a stream of motors began swerving in and screeching to a halt. There must have been about ten in all. Some guys had chicks and some didn't. I could see everything everyone had, they wore those leather britches skin tight.
"You ready to meet the welcoming committee baby?" Larry said giving me a sneering grin. "We're ready for you."
"I'm ready for anything. Let's get started." I said trying to sound as tough as I felt. Larry had me by the arm and was leading me into a section of the warehouse that had been fixed up with mattresses all over the floor, one against the other. Super fuck! I thought to myself. This must be the orgy room.
"This is it, doll. Some of the dudes don't have chicks so they're going to be part of my committee. Dig? So don't give us any shit and you will have a ball!" Larry instructed, giving me a little tap on the jaw.
"I looked around to find Buzz, but he was nowhere in sight. Man, this was turning me on but I still felt kind'a scared. The guys with chicks were already beginning to get it on. Larry and the three dudes without chicks were stripping and playing grab ass with each other. Larry's dick was already standing straight out. I was so fascinated, I wasn't aware of just what they had in mind until all four of them circled me. Larry began to unbutton my blouse while Bill and Roger stood on either side of me, each with one of my tits in his hands which they began to squeeze as they played with my hair and kissed me wildly on the neck and ears. Jerry was on his knees behind me running his hands up under my skirt. He brushed them up the inside of my thighs and slipped them inside my panties, firmly massaging the cheeks of my ass.
"You little whore, you're going to be fucked like you've never been before!" Larry threatened, tearing my blouse and skirt off, and roughly groping my pussy with his dirty hand.
"Beautiful!" I screamed. "Rape the hell out of me!" I seemed to lose control. It was either because I was terrified or because I really was looking forward to the best fuck I had ever had.
"My scream seemed to urge them on even more savagely. Larry had knelt down in front of me and was probing my pussy open with his fingers and licking the inside of my vagina with his wet tongue. Christ, that felt good. Jerry was eating my ass like a cat trying to get into a rat hole. His tongue was plunging in my tight shitter trying to meet Larry's on the other side. Bill and Roger were trenching the hell out of my mouth as they hunched my sides sliding their dicks up and down against my hips.
"Ahhhh." I moaned reaching for two sacks of balls and gently cupping them in my hands. My body was on fire. Rockets were going off everywhere. I grabbed Bill's and Roger's pricks in my hands and began jacking them off.
"Mmmmmm. What a fucking delicious cunt!" Larry drooled. "Everybody's got to get a taste of this."
"Lay down on your side, slut," Bill commanded as they all broke away from their love holes.
"I did as they said. Larry came around behind me. Bill got down with his head in my box. Roger got in front of my face and Jerry knelt down beside him. I took Roger's cock and put it in my mouth sucking and moving my tongue up and down his shaft. From behind, I felt Larry's big-headed prick, wet with his own spit, pressed against my ass-hole. Bill's tongue was inside my cunt working over my stiffened clit. With my free hand, I grasped Jerry's rod and began to run my fingers all over it gently rubbing the bulging head.
"Move bitch! Get that ass in gear!" came the order from somewhere. "Work it. Ohhhh... shit!"
"I was getting it from all ends. My guts felt like they were going to explode. That hot prick in my ass was driving me to ecstasy. Bill's tongue in my slit was bringing me to the boiling point. I slurped and sucked on Roger's cock as he drove it all the way down my throat.
"How about letting me get a little of that blowjob?" Jerry asked, slapping Roger on the ass.
"They changed places and I gulped down Jerry's shaft with ease. I wanted them both to shoot off in my mouth at the same time. I managed to reach over and get Roger's joint and I put the head of it in my mouth beside Jerry's. My tongue was flashing from one to the other as I began to slowly suck them both in.
"okay. everyone change places!" Larry shouted.
"They shuttled their positions and now Roger was eating my cunthole. Goddamn, goddamn, I thought, this is just too good. Someone had begun to fuck my ass-hole again. I was moving like a freight train.
"Eat us baby!" Larry groaned as I hungrily took his and Bill's cocks in my gasping mouth.
"Mother fucker, this beats any bike ride I ever had!" Roger muffled from my crotch. "Jerry you've just got to have some of this."
"It had better be soon, you bastards, or I'm going to shoot off." Jerry panted as he continued to screw hell out of my constricting butt hole.
"Every time I began to feel my climax, someone would yell out to change positions again. It was fantastic. Jerry was now eating and sucking my pussy juices up like a vacuum. The cocks in my mouth were just bursting with loads of hot joy juice. My ass-hole was full of a jackhammer prick on the verge of erupting.
"Now bitch," Larry spat, "we're all going to fuck that cunt of yours. I'm first."
"I was rolled over on my back. Larry rammed his cock hard into my quivering pussy and began to pound me like a rivet gun. Cocks were wagging over my face waiting to be sucked. They didn't have to wait long, I took one then another and sucked and tongued them in a wild fit of passion. I was building up for an explosive orgasm.
"Ughhhh. Ahhhh!" Larry cried as his prick released spurt after spurt of burning cum far into the depths of my cunt. "Get all my cream!"
"I'm next," Bill said. "Why don't you fuck her ass and we can come off together, Roger?'
"This was very agreeable to Roger and to me, although I didn't say so. I got on my side again and Roger shoved his tool into my ass-hole still wet from the other fucking. Bill's prick began to move around the outside of my box and then very slowly he slid it in all the way to his balls.
"I yelled as they both began to slam hell out of my ass-hole and pussy at the same time. "Ummmmmm!"
"Jerry had moved up and was pointing his cock toward my mouth. Not hesitating, I reached for it and engulfed it with a slurp. I was ready to burst at any minute.
"Take it babe! Ah... fuck! Oohhhhh!" Jerry was shoving his giant prick all the way down my throat and firing round after round of steaming cream into my gullet.
"Here it is!" yelped Bill as he and Roger both began to thrust harder and faster, blowing their loads at the same time. Jesus, I was running over with thick juicy come.
"Ayeeeee!" I screamed climaxing like a mule in the throes of death. "Fuckkkkkkkkk!"
"When everyone pulled away, come was running from my mouth, my ass-hole, and my swollen snatch. Looking up, they all were beginning to dress and I could hear bikes being started outside. In my exhaustion, I just laid there as they dressed and drifted out, leaving me alone in the middle of the floor. Not even Buzz stayed. I was truly a runaway now."
It is not surprising that Helen's young life was heading toward a series of juvenile delinquent episodes which eventually led her to prison. Her parents were totally lacking in understanding and compassion. Their harsh words and frequent beatings of the young girl merely served to increase her resistance toward impulses of goodness.
The lack of parental unity in Helen's life carried over into her school work. With poor grades and no one to show her how to become a better person, she lost all confidence in herself, with really nothing left to do-she reasoned-but escape the miseries of her life by running away. And like so many of her peers, she used sex as a means of escape. A study of Helen's history shows she was "a wild kid," as one neighbor put it. She loved to be on the go all the time and cavort around town with friends in their cars and on their motorcycles-anything to keep the frantic pace and excitement to a peak.
Because Helen was a teenager, her sexual energies were almost overflowing. One of her little sex games was to hitch-hike and allow herself to be picked up by young men with whom she would engage in sexual activities. The night Buzz picked her up, she was flattered by his attentions and particularly that he remembered her name. Indeed, the time was right for Helen to run away from home.
In their important book, Unraveling Juvenile Delinquency, Glueck and Glueck have found a high incidence of sociopathic traits in the fathers of juvenile delinquents-both boys and girls. Among them are alcoholism, shiftlessness, brutality, frequent absences from home, and criminal behavior. Their social and sexual standards have also been found to encourage their daughters in the direction of delinquency. Such was the case with Helen's father, and as such, he was hardly a good model for Helen.
Helen's earlier sexual experiences with a single male, in addition to her curiosity about matters sexual, led her into an acceptance of the group sex activities with the motorcycle gang. Perhaps on a subconscious level she was attempting to live up to her parents' and teachers' opinion of her as "rotten to the core." She is following a typical behavioral pattern outlined by sociologists and psychologists in believing that because Roger, Jerry, Larry, and other members of the gang desired her sexually, this sexual popularity extended into other more socially oriented facets of her life. In Helen's eyes, the group sex encounter represented an acceptance of her as a friend and companion-something she yearned to be desperately-and if she couldn't be friendly with her respected peers in the community, then she would form a circle of her own, unrespectable friends. As we shall soon learn in Helen's own words, her runaway status led to an unfortunate chain of events.
"My experiences with the motorcycle gang left me well fucked but I had nowhere to go and I didn't know anyone in L.A. So, I decided to make some money the way that only a girl can. My first trick turned out to be vice. "Do with her what you want to," my parents said, so the judge gave me one year in the girls reformatory.
"My first thoughts were, What in hell am I going to do for a year without a man? I wasn't long in finding out. On arriving, me and the other girls that were sent up at the same time were ushered into a gang shower and hosed down with a disinfectant. The women guards inspected us from head to toe, even looking up our ass-holes and cunts for concealed weapons.
"Spread that pussy, sweetie," demanded the matron as she took her slender nightstick and ran it up the insides of my thighs. "Mmmmmm. not bad," she said. "I want this broad on my cell block!" She shouted to the guard handling our assignments. "I'll take care of you toots, don't you worry," she added, touching my cunt lips with the tip of her club.
"I was all tingley from her inspection. Damn, was I being turned on by a woman? I wondered.
"I was put in a cell block with three other girls about my age. They had been inmates for several months and began to show me the ropes right away. They warned me that I must cooperate with our matron, Miss H, if I wanted to have an easy time of it. I noticed they sort of giggled when they told me that and I was beginning to get the picture. Later that day, after I had been processed, I received word that Miss H wanted me to stay in my cell after the other girls had gone to their laundry duties. I paced the floor in our cell waiting for Miss H, needing a cigarette real bad.
"Well girly," Miss H said unlocking the cell door and banging it closed again, "I just want to get things straight between us before you get off on the wrong foot. The girls in this cell belong to me. They do what I ask and they stay out of trouble. You do the same and we'll get along fine," she said outlining my figure with her little swagger stick.
"Sure, Miss H," I replied as her stick rested on my tits. "I know what you mean. I've never done anything with a woman but you can do what you want to me."
"WHACK! She slapped my face hard with her goddamn club. "Listen, dearie, by the time I get through with you, you'll be begging for a pussy to eat. Now get those clothes off!"
"I pulled my gray uniform over my head in a hurry and began to take my under things off. She had unbuttoned her blouse and removed her hat. Standing in front of me, she pushed my naked body onto the bunk bed, her eyes gleaming and her mouth quivering.
"Okay baby, get your hands on my tits and start sucking!" she said sitting down beside me and pushing my head to her breasts.
"I gulped fighting for air. She had pulled her shirt off and I was digging her tits from her bra.
"That's right, doll, get 'em in your fucking mouth!" The matron yanked her bra off.
"Her hands were working between my thighs and just barely touching my box. Jesus, by now, I wanted her to tongue my cunt. I began to swirl my tongue around her nipples making them hard. Her breath was coming in short gasps as her fingers found my anxious slit.
"Lay back and spread your legs, I'm going to show you what you will be doing to my girls before you leave here." She forced me to lay down on my back. She lowered her head to my crotch and oozed some spit from her mouth on my pussy lips. Her mouth covered my cunthole as she slid her tongue just inside my vagina trying to find my clit.
"Mmmmmmmm!" I choked as the tip of her tongue moved over my spur. Wow! I thought, no man ever knew how to do it like that. Christ, she knew just the right spots to tease. Her hands were rubbing and gently squeezing my tits while her tongue dashed and darted all around my hot, juicy pussy. I forgot about prison and everything at that moment. My insides were quaking with lust. I raised my hips up to meet her kissing, sucking mouth. I moaned, clasping my hands around hers and pressing them harder against my heaving chest.
"Oh you little witch! You're snatch is delicious! You're mine, baby, you're mine." She was sucking and tonguing deeper into my pussy-hole.
"Fuck, I'd be anyone's for a feeling like this! I thought to myself arching my back in response to her probing tongue. Her fiery tongue was sending electric shocks all over me. I was digging my nails into her hands and thrashing like a caged animal. My twat was about to boil over.
"Ah... shit! I'm coming... Eyaaaa!" I screamed, feeling my convulsing cunt flood in a bursting climax.
"She kept licking and slurping on my exploding pussy. I thought I would pass out with desire.
Sweat was streaming from every crevice in my body. By now her hands were under my ass caressing and pulling my hips to meet her torrid mouth.
"There!" she panted, "think about how good that felt and you will know how to take care of your cellmates."
"I didn't answer her. My body felt like I had been drained. She got on her feet and dressed.
"Now, honey, put your clothes on, and if you say anything about this to the warden, you'll wish you were never born." With that, she cracked me across the stomach with her stick and left slamming the door shut and turning the key. "I'll expect you to participate with my girls from now on," she said turning and walking like a sergeant down the corridor.
"Man, maybe things weren't going to be so bad after all, I said to myself. I'll show that old whore I can take it.
"Marching back to our cells after leaving the dining hall, I saw Miss H give me a threatening look. If she only knew that I was looking forward to making it with my cellmates.
"I guess you got together with "old spit-fire," the redhead named Betty said, looking me up and down.
"Yeah, some kick," I said trying to act nonchalant. "I showed her a thing or two," I lied.
"Don't shit us babe," snapped Judy, the biggest one. "We know what happened and no one shows Miss H anything!"
"The girls had removed all their clothes by now, except their panties and bras. I did the same. They were all looking at me now.
"Betty and Louise here are bunkmates," Judy said. "You're going to be mine. Any objections?'
"Fine with me," I said. I really preferred her anyway. I climbed onto my bunk and Judy sat down on the foot of it.
"Lights out!" Came the shrill cry from one of the guards.
"Judy had her hand on my ankle as soon as the lights were out. Her hand began its trip up my leg to my box.
"Move over," Judy whispered. "Don't make too much noise, we don't want to disturb Betty and Louise," she cooed sliding her body up next to mine. In the dim light from the hall, I could see the other girls begin their love play. Judy was undoing my bra and slipping her hands down inside my panties pulling them down and off. Her mouth was moving across my face and ended up on my lips.
"Ummm," she panted. "Sweet baby!" I felt myself respond to her moist mouth. I helped her out of her underwear as we settled back down and pressed our bodies close together with our pubic hair mingling. Judy, like Miss H, knew what she was doing. Her expert touch was making me flame.
"Now kitten, you do to me what "old spit-fire" did to you and we'll get along fine," Judy purred in my ear.
"Her hands were driving me crazy. I was willing to do anything so that she would satisfy me. I swung myself around and lay with my box in her face and eased my head down to her hairy mound. The smell reminded me of Buzz's breath after we had sixty-nined. I stuck my tongue out and started licking the outside of her cunt. "Oussssshhhhhhh! I sputtered, getting the first sensation of Judy's mouth working on my slit.
"Get your tongue inside. Suck my clit. Do like I'm doing!" Judy instructed through clenched teeth.
"I parted her pussy lips with my fingers and ran my tongue in her hot wet hole. It seemed the more I moved my tongue the more she moved hers. She was following me. If I wanted to get off, I was going to get her off, too. I was so horny, I began to lick and suck as if I were eating my own snatch. Finding her clit, I teased it with my tongue making it hard. Juices were beginning to flow and I swallowed, getting the first mouthful. We were breathing like two steam engines.
"You've got it now, baby," Judy grunted sighing and wheezing as if she were about to die.
"Ooohhhhh, that's good!" I rasped at her. "Mmmmm!" Our legs were wrapped around each other's backs as we began to ride to the top.
"The excitement I felt, knowing she was feeling the same things she was making me feel, was driving me mad. I plunged my tongue harder and deeper inside her twitching crack. My fingers were working in and out of her outer lips as I twirled and rolled her pulsing clit.
"Give me you're goodie, baby! Give it all to me!" Judy was frantic with passion. She was devouring my snatch. Her tongue was working like a snow shovel.
"Suddenly, I was aware of a cold object rubbing around the crack of my ass. I lifted my head and looked down. Judy had what looked like a rubber cock in her hand.
"Come on babe, keep eating," Judy commanded. "I'm going to give you a little dildo job." By now, the rubber cock was beginning to feel like the real thing. Her tongue left my sap box.
"Uggghhhhhhh!" I cried as she drove that hard thing into my cunt. "Eyessssssss!" My pussy was sucking that long thing all the way in. Judy exercised her huge dildo in and out of my juicing crack like a real prick. My tongue was going wild on her slit. Her hips were thrashing in reply to my probing mouth locked to her mound.
"Mother huncher! You learn fast you little bitch! Emmmmmmmm!" Judy sputtered, her cunt nectar gushing over my face.
"I was snorting like a charging bull. My very guts were on fire. Her mouth was rimming the outsides of my snatch as she plunged that rubber angel harder and faster; burying it deeper with each entry. The fucking cell was spinning. I could hear the sounds of Betty and Louise coming from the other side of the cell and this was driving me to ecstasy.
"Hey girls!" Judy whispered, "you two want to change partners for a while?" She had withdrawn the flesh-like dildo from my pussy and was sitting up with her hand cupping and caressing my love box.
"You sure picked a good time to ask," Betty panted. "We were just about to come. Okay, let me try her out."
Judy got up and went over to Louise. Betty eased herself down beside me and picked up the dildo. She didn't waste any time in getting started. Her mouth was on my tits nibbling and sucking while she slipped her hand between my thighs and began fingering my pussy. I felt the dildo rubbing up and down the crack of my ass-hole still wet from my cunt juices.
"Get up on your knees dog-fashion," Betty hissed. "You're going to get fucked real good, babe."
"I again did as I was told. She got down behind my ass and began to kiss and tongue my hole. I could feel my ass-hole begin to open from the beautiful sensation she was giving me. Very gently she pressed the head of her rubber love stick against my rim, easing it in a little at a time. Her fingers were still buried in my crotch and I was moving up and down on them and back and forth meeting the strokes of the dildo.
"Aaaaaaa!" I shrieked. I was sobbing with pleasure. My cunt and ass-hole were beginning to spasm at the same time. My mouth was hurting for something to suck on. "Somebody let me eat them!" I pleaded. Just then, I heard the cell door clang and saw the outline of Miss H standing there.
"Ah-hah!" she screeched, "I told you, you'd be begging for it before you left here. Sooner than you thought though, right, slut?" Her face was right in front of mine and I could feel her hot breath on my cheeks. She unzipped her skirt.
"Alright, you girls, make way. You can have her again when I'm through." She stood in front of me and shoved her now-bare snatch to my face. Betty was still working that magnificent bone in and out of my pussy.
"Keep it up Betty," Miss H said. "We'll have her together this time."
"I latched on to her pussy and began to suck and lick for all I was worth. I didn't care anymore. The sensations were so great I was almost out of my mind. I circled my arms around her hips and pulled her hard against my mouth driving for her rigid clit. Louise and Judy had come over to the bed and were feeling us all up with their hot hands. The sight of us was just too much for them to be able to stay away. The five of us were moaning and groaning almost in unison. I knew I was going to get my cookies any minute.
"Shit! I'm bursting!" I yelped flooding Betty's hand with spasms of liquid as I exploded in a climax. I was shaking like a wild dancer. "Aghhhhhhhh!"
"Uhhhhhhhh!" Miss H began. Her pussy was squeezing my tongue as if she were going to suck it from my mouth. Her whole body was trembling. "Yaaaaa!" her voice quivered as she blew her load full force in my face.
"I sucked and swallowed her juices as she had done mine earlier. Betty had withdrawn the dildo from my ass-hole and was inching it into her own pussy.
"Get it you whores! Get it like I got mine!" Miss H was hysterical with passion. "Oh my goddamned shit!"
"I leaned over and grabbed the dildo from Betty's hand and began to work it for her. She reached up and pulled Louise over to her so she could get her face buried in her crotch. I turned my head around and with my loose hand, reached for Judy's box. We had formed a daisy chain while Miss H stood back and watched with a crazed look on her face.
"Waaaaa! Ahhhhhhhh!" Betty groaned starting over the edge. "Stay with it, babe!"
"Sex sounds were coming from every direction. Slurping and sucking; fucking and babbling, we all moved toward orgasm. Everyone bellowed at once as they all erupted in mutual coming. I fucked Betty till she couldn't come anymore. Judy's cunt had washed my face in hot juices. Louise was crumpled on the floor sighing with delight from the tonguing Betty had given her.
"It's over. Back to your beds." Miss H commanded, playing the part of matron in a complete turn about. "I don't want to hear a sound from any of you." With that, she spun on her heel, zipping her skirt up and marched out the cell door, quietly closing and locking it.
"I couldn't sleep that night. I couldn't think of a thing I would miss on the outside. I knew I had Miss H wanting me. I had it made. I was glad I was bad."
Helen's life in prison epitomizes the classic case of a young lady's jail sentence-rather than leading to rehabilitation-making her more delinquent than she was before her punishment. It was unfortunate for Helen that no professional psychologist was employed in her correctional institution to which Helen could have gone in an attempt to straighten out her young life.
With Helen's background, particularly with her tendency toward sexual experimentation, it was not difficult for her to fall in with another gang in prison-in this case, a lesbian gang. Again, her membership into this new club was a signal to her that she was desired as a friend as well as a sex object. Where she lacked filial ties with her family, these lesbian ties became a substitute in her yearning for familial belonging.
Modern theories concerning lesbianism, particularly when of a bisexual nature, as expressed in the sexual behavior of Helen, are both numerous and elaborate. Dr. Catherine L. Bacon believes lesbianism is an attempt on the part of a girl to reduce the conflict of a triangular emotional situation between herself and her parents to a two-way relationship which rejects the father attachment. In Helen's case, this would not have been too difficult, in view of the fact that an emotional conflict separated them to begin with.
Dr. Caprio, author of Female Homosexuality, agrees with Freud and Stekel that most "normal" people manage to sublimate whatever homosexual desires they may have in heterosexual gratification. Other authorities take a sociological rather than a purely psychological viewpoint. Some claim that women are becoming more and more defeminized as a result of their increased campaigning for sexual and economic emancipation and that the resultant "psychic masculination," which comes from competing on the same footing as men in a predominantly man's world, contributes first to heterosexual frigidity and then to lesbianism. This view relates to the nature of Miss H, the cell block guard. Here was a woman who had been masculinzed by her position, in addition to her role as a figure of absolute dominance and control over her young charges. These forces in Miss H's environment, coupled with her lesbian inclinations resulting from her childhood psychosexual development, easily paved the way for her sexual behavior within the prison system.
Helen's sexual activities within the prison walls eventually led into sex practices whose major components were sadomasochistic in nature. A study of her earlier conditioning indicates she was psychologically prepared for such activities. Rejected by her parents, her only experience of their concern and interest were the frequent beatings they gave her for being "a bad girl." James C. Coleman explains in his book, Abnormal Psychology and Modern Life, how one's early conditioning can result in later sadomasochistic patterns:
Where children feel rejected by their parents, the only evidence of interest that they get from the parents may be when they are punished. Under such circumstances, punishment may come to be looked up as evidence of love and affection, and later, in sexual relations, the girl may figuratively offer to submit to being hurt by her sex partner in order to increase her erotic feelings and her feelings of being loved and wanted.
As of this writing, Helen has since been released, her parole reports indicating that she has continued her lesbian relationships on the outside. Unfortunately, her progress charts also indicate that her present mode of behavior will make her a typical recidivist.
Chapter Three
Teacher's "Pet"
"God, why did she have to be so sexy? If she had just sat there in the middle of my class, totally uncommunicative and unresponsive, I could have secretly creamed in my pants just looking at her. But no, she had to torment me with those eyes-the way they challenged me everyday in their blue green ambiguity, piercing the very marrow of my being and stripping the facade of my profession.
"For three years in this beach town I've looked down upon girls' innocent faces and the budding youth of their bodies with the reserve of a dedicated educator. But the first time I saw her walk into my classroom I knew I was in trouble. Something more than her radiant face, her shapely legs, and her lithe teenage body was stirring my vital fluids. Perhaps it was her intelligence, her personality, or some faint image from my past. I tried to observe her with detachment, as I would a perfect work of art, but my throbbing cock had a will of its own.
"She entered my English II class in the hot month of September. I gave her an A for her work in English I, and she deserved it. That first day of the junior college semester is still clear in my mind. I was tired, hot, and just as glad as the students to hear the bell ring. In the midst of the shuffle one of the boys called over to her. "Hey, Barbara, are you going to the beach with us?'
"No thanks, I think I'll be going later-more toward evening. See you." She remained behind to talk to me.
"Would you have time to read my latest poem, Mr. J?'
"Of course, Barbara, let me see it. Yes, you have a great deal of talent, Barbara. I like the transition in mood and symbolism at the caesura. It's a beautiful love poem. I'll make some notations and suggestions for a few of the lines that need polishing, if you would like me to keep it for a while, but right now I have some..."
"Oh, Mr. J, you needn't do that yet. I'm not finished with the poem and there are several lines I'm not satisfied with. I'm going to work on it down at the beach-that's where I get the inspiration for most of my writing. I go down there as much as I can. I love the late afternoon and the evening, especially. There's something about the beach air at night and the waves crashing in the darkness. I can't write then, of course, but I love to just sit there and allow my imagination to be carried away with the waves. Do you like the beach, Mr. J?" She smiled coyly, her eyes flashing as she tossed her hair over her shoulder.
"Well, yes, Barbara, I've always enjoyed a good swim at the beach."
"I bet you do, Mr. J, and I bet you have a beautiful physique, too."
"I gave an embarrassed laugh as I shuffled papers into my briefcase in an effort to indicate that I was ready to leave.
"Anyway, I always go to that spot where the rocks are. You know where I mean?" I nodded. "Well, I think that's the most beautiful place to get alone with your thoughts, because there aren't so many people down that way. And at night, it's far enough away from the road that you don't get bothered by strangers or cops and the like."
"Isn't it dangerous for a girl your age to be alone out there at that time?'
"I'm not a little girl anymore, Mr. J. I can handle myself. Besides, I know where it's at-I've been around."
"As we stepped out into the hall, she swung around, tossing her long, flowing hair. "Maybe I'll see you at the beach sometime, Mr. J." She gave me a long sensuous look and then walked slowly down the hall. My attraction to this teenage temptress began to depress me. I thought of my wife who had been so loyal and good to me through the years and I began to feel guilty the way my balls were churning and my cock was pulsing at the thought of touching the warm flesh of this young sexy chick.
"When I got home and opened up the new textbooks for the semester, I was still depressed. My wife Joanne was out of town at the Bach festival and she wouldn't be back for three days.
"It was hot in the house. I couldn't concentrate and my cock kept twitching every time I thought of Barbara. I must be out of my head to even dream of getting close to that cock-teaser. The heat in that house was as oppressive as my mood. I had to get out into the fresh air. I picked up the new textbooks and the lesson plans for the semester and got into the car as though I were in a trance. Why not go to the beach? I don't have to go the exact area where Barbara will be. I jumped out of the car, went back into the house, put on my trunks, collected my beach blanket, towel, pipe, tobacco, and I was on my way. I felt better as I drove into the beach parking lot and smelled the salt air.
"As I got onto the sand I walked toward the rocks, the area Barbara was talking about. I knew I was going to end up in that direction. Who the hell do I think I was kidding? I had to see her seminude body-even if from a distance. Anyone could plainly see that I brought my work with me, the textbooks, the lesson plans-and that it was too hot to work in town.
"As I settled down on my blanket, I could see her further down the beach, skipping through the surf along the sand, her long, flowing hair glistening in the late afternoon sun and the droplets of water on her smooth golden body sparkling like diamonds lighted by the red fire that glowed in the sky.
"I lit my pipe and picked up the new English text, but my eyes did not rest on the pages. God, how beautiful she was, her curvaceous, firm young body glowing against the fire-ice emerald waves that caressed her shapely golden legs. As she walked back onto the beach, she shook her hair and stopped to catch her breath. She was looking in my direction now. She saw me. My eyes quickly darted to the pages of the textbook. I was never so busy doing nothing in all my life. She was walking toward me now. A tingling sensation shot throughout my body. I didn't even know what I was reading.
"Hi, Mr. J. What brings you down here?'
"Oh, the heat was impossible in my house and I needed to check out these new textbooks."
"It's not much cooler down here, is it?" I shook my head. "But the air is so wonderful," she sighed, "It's sooooo invigorating." Her arms stretched high into the air, lifting her bikini bra, and revealing the lower halves of her firm teenage tits. They stood out in bold impudent whiteness against the gold darkness of her body.
"My eyes caressed the underside of those sumptuous white mounds and grazed her smooth, slender golden torso-down to the tiny navel. My mouth was watering and I tried to swallow, but I couldn't. I looked at the bulge of her pussy pressing against the thin fabric of her bikini.
"What are you reading, Mr. J?'
"I finally swallowed and looked down at the text. "Why, Shakespeare's sonnets. We'll be analyzing them this term."
"Where's your wife, Mr. J?'
"She's out of town. Her students are performing at a Bach festival. Do you like music?'
"Yes, very much. How old are you, Mr. J?'
"I'm thirty-five."
"You have a young, muscular body. I knew you would. Come on, let's go for a swim. The water's real warm-you won't believe it." She took hold of my hand and started pulling me, but I wouldn't budge.
"Now, Barbara, I have some work to do."
"Oh, come on, you're not that old. Besides the water'll refresh you."
"Is that any way to talk to your teacher?" I allowed her to pull me up off the blanket.
"I'll race you," she yelled, as she got a head start. I caught up with her as we reached the water. We swam out beyond the crashing surf until the waves were only small ripples splashing and caressing our chins.
"The water was unusually warm. My feet found the sandy bottom and I was surprised that I could still stand that far out from shore. The water was just above my chin. It was too deep for Barbara and she kept splashing and treading water. I looked back at the beach and saw some people pick up their things as they were preparing to leave. There were a few other couples still on the beach, looking toward us.
"Barbara was splashing water in my face and laughing in sheer delight. She tried to dunk my head under water. I flipped her over and splashed water in her face. I looked back toward the beach and she caught me by surprise as her arms went around my neck. She was riding on my back, still trying to force me under. Her legs wrapped around my hips. Her slippery smooth warm body pressed tightly against mine. My cock began to swell. Her warm soft arms tightened around me. Her face was pressed against my neck and I could feel her hot breath. We were no longer struggling or playing water games. She was just clinging to my body like a baby and not saying a word. Her hands began to caress my chest. I stood motionless-afraid and yet captured in a warm wave of sensuality. A teacher and his student were having 'innocent' fun, but now things were taking a different turn. She slid around in front of me. Her arms went around my neck as her legs wrapped about me.
"Her eyes met mine and we looked at each other for several moments in silence. "You know you love me, Mr. J," she whispered tenderly. Her baby wet lips pressed against mine as the water splashed around us. I broke the kiss.
"What are you doing, Barbara. You're only a baby and I'm a married man. I... I'm..."
"Shhhhhhh, my sweet darling teacher, you know you love me." Her smooth velvet teenage body pressed harder against mine as her lips caressed my mouth and her sweet hot breath intoxicated me. Her tongue darted into the caverns of my mouth and found my eager tongue. Our tongues wrapped around each other in passionate embrace. My arms went around her beautiful body as our mouth organs continued to grind together in slow sensuous rhythm.
"Her hand caressed my stomach and slid down my abdomen until it reached the bulge of my trunks and fondled my throbbing hard cock through the fabric. She ducked under the water and pulled my trunks down to my knees. She came back up and pressed her mouth against my lips as her hand caressed my bare pulsing cock. My hands cupped her firm tits. She guided my hand back to the tie on her bra. I nervously pulled at the knot, but I couldn't get it off.
Her hand continued to slide up and down the long shaft of my aching, pulsing member, until I thought that it was going to explode. There was one couple still on the beach looking in our direction. They were so far away I couldn't make out their faces and I doubted that they could see what we were doing or who we were-I hoped. My fingers were still nervously working at the knot of her bra as she continued to stroke my throbbing tool. Her bra finally slipped off. Our hands met under water as the bra passed from my fingers into hers. She looped the bra through one side of her bikini bottoms and tied it. My hands quickly cupped both mounds of her bare flesh. Oh God, her protruding girlhood against my palms sent sparks of hot sensations down to my balls. Her firm tits were spasming in ecstasy. My fingers squeezed her hard nipples.
My hands caressed her slender torso-down her stomach until one finger invaded her tiny navel. I caressed her beautiful firm buttocks through the fabric of her bikini. One hand returned to her stomach. The flat of my palm caressed the flatness of her abdomen, slipping underneath her bikini bottoms and caressing the pubic hair of her sweet teenage pussy. I slipped her bikini bottoms down to her knees and my hands quickly cupped the bulging mound of her throbbing box. She gasped and pressed her mouth harder against mine as our tongues wrapped in passionate entanglement.
"My fingers found the lips of her love box and invaded the warm spasming sanctuary of her girlhood. I found the swollen button of her clit in her underwater castle and her fingers dug into my back as she writhed and her breathing became harder. My cock was pulsing out of control. She continued to squirm and grind her pussy on my hand. "Ohhh, baby," she gasped, "You sweet finger-fucker, you're maaaaaaking me commmmmmmmme." She pressed hard against me as she twisted in orgasm. Her hands gripped my cock and squeezed it until the pain was too much. Then as the waves of her orgasm began to subside, her fingers caressed my throbbing tool in long gentle strokes. I looked at the beach to see if anyone was watching. Thank God, the couple had left. Suddenly my whole frame began to shake as the hot liquid of my sex was seeking release. My hands caressed her head as she beat my cock. "I'm commmmmmming, baby, I'mmmm... going to shoot..." She dove under water and I felt her hot lips press around the head of my cock just as it exploded. The sweet feelings of orgasm were too much as her lips continued to caress my swollen member. She came up with gobs of thick hot come pouring out of her mouth and she looked a little surprised that I had given her such a huge load.
"It was easy for me to pull up my trunks, but I had trouble getting her bra back on. When we got back to the beach, we dried each other with the tenderness of a couple madly in love. We lay down on the blanket and our shaking bodies wrapped tightly together. The warmth of her teenage flesh against mine made my cock swell hard again. We kissed, fondled, and caressed each other until it was dark. We looked into each other's faces as the moonlight sparkled in our eyes.
"It was easy for me to get her bra off this time. As she slipped out of her bikini bottoms, her naked body glistened in the moonlight. She stood before me in all her teenage splendor. I slipped off my trunks and got to my feet. My rock-hard whanger was waving back and forth in the moonlight. I pulled her to me and began to French kiss her more violently than I ever had my wife. My fingers pressed against the hard nipples of her breasts as my tongue caressed her neck and slid down to her firm protruding mounds. She caressed my hard cock as I sucked violently on each hard nipple and devoured the smooth flesh of her tits.
"My tongue slid down to her navel and made passionate love to her sweet little button. Her abdomen felt smooth as silk against my lips. My tongue wandered toward the soft forest of her girlhood. I feasted on her baby pubic hair, chewing on it and eating it with the lust of a madman. I fell back onto the blanket and lay on my back, as I motioned her to come to me. She wanted to lie down on me, but I pushed her back off me. "No, baby, not yet. I want you to kneel down over my face. I want to taste your sweet baby pussy."
"She fell to her knees and her soft smooth hands caressed my face as she leaned over to kiss me. I swallowed her tongue and then she swallowed mine as our pointed mouth weapons engaged in a battle of love. Her breathing was heavier and I could tell that our French kissing was causing the juices to well up in her steaming hot pussy. My hands cupped both of her firm tits and gently urged her to slide that steaming baby box over my face.
"The soft fleecy hairs of her girlhood glistened in the moonlight as they came closer and closer to my face. Slowly she brushed her love nest back and forth, the soft hairs grazing my chin, my lips, my nose, and my eyes. The continual swaying of her sex brush against my face threw me into spasms of erotic ecstasy. The hot love juices of her sex began to drip from her steaming pussy. The little droplets of sweet joy juice clinging to the hairs of her girlhood sparkled in the moonlight. My tongue gathered each little droplet of her sex.
"I took the pussy hairs into my mouth and sucked on them until I drained the nectar of her youth from each golden strand. I pressed my mouth against the hot lips of her love box. I reached up and grabbed her tits, massaging and squeezing them as I sucked violently on her cunt. My hands wandered down to her waist and I urged her to press harder against my face. She ground her baby pussy into my face, twisting, writhing, and churning, as I sucked on the hot flesh of her innermost sex chamber. Torrents of love juice poured from her steaming well and I gulped the liqueur of her sex, drunk with passion. My tongue caressed her hard pulsing clit, then my teeth gave it little love bites, and finally I sucked furiously on her love button. She groaned and writhed in ecstasy.
"Oh, my sweet darling teacher, you're driving me crazy, you tongue-fucker. I'm, I'm goooooooing to come. Here it is, teacher, here it is-all for you. I'm coooommmmmmmmmmmmming." She ground her pussy, spasming out of control, harder and harder into my face, as I gulped and swallowed the fresh batch of her teenage love.
"After her spasms subsided, she wanted to swallow my prick. Her hot lips sucked me until I had to stop her. I was too close to coming and I wanted to wait until I could be inside her. After caressing her for several minutes, I placed my throb-bingh hard tool at the door of her girlhood. Slowly I eased into the lips of her tight little pussy. She was no virgin, but her pussy was so tight that it gripped my cock and forced the hot juice of my sex to start pumping without my even trying to fuck her. My cock exploded inside her.
"As we lay there caressing each other's bodies, I asked her if she had any boyfriends. "Oh, you know I've been had," she said, "but boys don't turn me on. I want a man. I don't fool around with boys anymore. They don't know how to love me like a man. Besides, they're so immature and irresponsible." She turned over on her stomach. "Would you rub my back?" I looked at the stark white mounds of her supple round buttocks gleaming in the moonlight. I caressed her shoulders and then her spine down to the crack of her ass, gently gliding my fingers up and down her back between circular massaging movements.
"What's your first name, Mr. J? I know it's Nathaniel, but what do you like to be called?'
"My friends call me by my middle name, David, or just Dave. I've been called that all my life because my father's name is Nathaniel." My hand wandered down to the crack of her ass again and massaged the beautiful white mounds of her buttocks. I couldn't stand it any longer. Her ass was turning me on more than anything else. I knelt behind her supple gleaming buns and placed my hands underneath her, grasping the soft, fleecy bulge of her pussy. I cupped her pussy mound and lifted her so that I could get to her gorgeous ass. My tongue licked from her lower spine down to the crack. She moaned in delight as I continued to kiss and tongue her supple buns. Her ass was propped up high, eager for more.
"I spread her beautiful white cheeks to allow the moonlight to shine down the deep dark crevice so that I could see her forbidden sanctuary.
"Oh God, I could see it-her tight little ass-hole puckering up in the moonlight. Those eager, sweet brown lips were waiting for me. I sucked and tongued her ass lips until I thought I was going to come without even touching my cock. As I continued to suck her ass-hole my fingers invaded her throbbing hot pussy, and she began to hump and cry for more. I tried to get my cock into her ass, but it was too tight, and it hurt her so much that I was afraid of turning her off.
"I kissed her ass-hole again to make the pain go away. I continued to caress her sweet brown hole as I slipped my cock back into her steaming pussy. My finger kept pushing at the tightly closed entrance of her rear love hole while my cock was plunging in and out of her pulsing cunt. The puckered lips of her ass began to spasm more violently than her pussy, but the saliva from my ass-kisses had lubricated her hole enough so that it finally had to yield to my invading finger. My finger slipped inside. Christ! I could feel the hot flesh of her rectum squeezing my prick-finger. My finger caressed the wall between her rectum and her pussy and I could feel the long hard shaft of my cock sliding back and forth against the ass-cunt partition of her girlhood.
"As her joy juice poured out of her cunny around the hard shaft of my plunging cock and down onto my dangling balls, I could feel the ocean breeze cooling her pussy come on the tender sac of my sex. It caressed and cooled my wet balls, and my cock began to throb violently. Her breathing became louder and louder as her pussy was ready to explode.
"That's it, that's it, David, oh God, fuck me harder, get it up there, it's coming, it's coming. Fuck yes, oh yes, that's it, that's it, it's here, it's here... Oh David, I'm floating, it's heaven, how lovely, I'm flying, you fucker, sweet Jesus, oh Jeeeeeeeeeeeesus."
"Riding high on the wave of her orgasm, my cock shot torrents of cum into the caverns of her sex. We collapsed in each other's arms and lay there motionless in sweet sexual exhaustion.
"When she came over to my house, I managed to bring her around to letting me put my cock into her ass. It took a long time, a great deal of patience and gentleness, but she finally got to the point where she was enjoying it and that made me very happy. When my wife came home, I had to drop Barbara like a hot potato. The guilt was too much for me and I couldn't cope with pleasing my wife and this sex bomb at the same time. It was too risky for my position and I could be committing professional suicide. Barbara never forgave me. She couldn't understand how I could be so loving and then suddenly so cold and aloof, but I had to do it. I regretted it later. Her work became poor and her grades dropped. Her love for me turned into bitterness. I had a long talk with her but it didn't help. She came to my office at the close of the semester to say goodbye. She pressed her lips against mine for the last time. I never saw her again. Two years later I got a divorce. I've been searching for the impossible ever since."
In the case of Nathaniel J, who sought counseling two years after his divorce, his personal history and his experience with the young college girl revealed elements of arrested emotional development in his background as well as in the background of the girl. Apart from Nathaniel's fixation of teenage girls, his sexual boredom with his wife indicated a problem which so often occurs in modern marriages. Doctor John E. Eichenlaub points out, in his New Approaches to Sex and Marriage, that it is this "boredom with each other, brought on at least partly by a sense of sameness in sex life," which leads so many "to become sexually restless after a few years of loyal, satisfying marriage."
A contributory problem in Nathaniel's case, but more significant in the disruption of many marriages is discord over oral stimulation. The Kinsey investigations revealed that many divorces and separations are caused by dissension over oral sexual relations. Nathaniel's sexual boredom, however, can only relate to his marital problems on a superficial basis. A marriage gone stale provided only a convenient justification for his giving vent to-much deeper compulsions in his psychosexual orientation.
Nathaniel revealed his eventual inability to engage in successful sexual relations with women closer to his own age. Following his divorce, he was continually searching for the teenage girl of his dreams-one who would provide him a lasting meaningful relationship. He was inclined to aspire toward absolutes. This was reflected in his expectation of the perfect, ideal mate and the "perfect" love, with all the excitement of the first stages of romance, which was to last forever. It is interesting to note that the characteristic tendency of the adolescent to idealize and to view phenomena in absolutes is significant in the syndrome of Nathaniel's arrested development.
Nathaniel admitted that he was searching for "the impossible," not only in finding the perfect girl who would fulfill his absolute ideal, not only in attempting to recover his youth, but in establishing a lasting, meaningful relationship with a teenager. His age, his intellectual maturity, his living habits, and his interests may indeed present difficulties in establishing a compatible relationship with a young person still undergoing emotional and intellectual growing pains.
But Nathaniel's major problem is that his sexual development and orientation never progressed beyond the stages of adolescence. He was continually attempting to recapture the love objects and the fixations of his youth. Emotionally, Nathaniel did not return to his youth-he never left it. And it was this conflict between reality and his psychosexual orientation that caused frustration and anxiety, leading to his eventual counseling.
Further related to Nathaniel's arrested sexual development is his obsession for analism. The preference of the male for anal intercourse in heterosexual relationships has been interpreted by such researchers as Doctor Frank S. Caprio as an expression, in many cases, of latent or disguised homosexuality. Nathaniel's sexual immaturity and his preference for anal intercourse strongly suggest the incorporation of the homosexual phase of adolescence into his psychosexual orientation.
Arrested development was also exhibited in Barbara's case. She was continually seeking her father's love in older men. The death of her father early in her childhood represented a denial of important needs in the father-daughter relationship and in her emotional development.
Barbara's inclination toward sexual experimentation, apart from her search for a father image, should not be too surprising in the atmosphere of the new morality and the liberalization of sexual attitudes among young people today. Even among the less promiscuous teenagers, according to Ira L. Reiss, Associate Professor of Sociology and Anthropology at the State University of Iowa, "these new codes allow females much more freedom in heavy petting provided affection is involved." That premarital intercourse is increasing among females today has been reported by a number of researchers, including such conservative investigators as John H. Gagnon and William Simon. "At present, there are uneven signs of a shift in rates of premarital intercourse in our society-a shift toward increasing incidence of premarital intercourse on the part of females."
The outcome of Barbara's case is not known, but it can be assumed, based on the information, that she, like so many females seeking surrogate fathers, may be among the percentage of the population that enters May-December marriages.
"Well, there I was, standin' on the stairs of this fuckin' private girls' school with Miss B, the principal holdin' onto my hand while I watched that bastard father of mine drive away in his Cadillac. I can't stand that son of a bitch. He doesn't give a dam what happens to me. He and that dizzy peroxide-blonde mother of mine were going off to Europe for several months, so they needed a place to dump me.
"I looked up at Miss B, my new warden, trying to size her up. She wasn't at all like that nasty, hard, old witch that kicked me out of the last school. She was all smiles, patting the back of my head. What did she think I was, her pet dog? Anyway, I kinda liked her soft voice and she acted like she was goin' to be real friendly to me. She was sorta pretty-not real old like some of those bitches that run these schools.
"Miss B introduced me to some of the girls when she was takin' me over to show me my room. My roommate was some pretty girl that wasn't too swift. Most of the girls in the school were real dogs. I think I was the prettiest one there, and Miss B sure showed me a lot of attention and seemed to favor me.
"Anyway, Miss B taught one of my classes. It was math. I never did do too well in that subject, because the last old crone who taught me math scared the hell out of me. She was a mean old bitch. Miss B was always helping me out and taking a lot of time to explain things I didn't understand. To tell the truth I was sort of screwed up. I should have graduated a year ago, but I was held back a year. Shit, I don't want to talk about it.
"I liked Miss B because she gave me good grades for tryin'-even if my work wasn't too hot sometimes. That was real swell of her. But I found out she was interested in me in other ways, too.
"I got into a fight with this dumb roommate of mine and she reported me to Miss B. It was all over this stupid watch she traded me for my bracelet. I didn't like the bracelet, anyway, because that bastard father of mine gave it to me for Christmas. I knew he gave it to that dizzy mother of mine first and she didn't like it. So they passed it off to me. Anyway, this stupid roommate decided she wanted her watch back and I wouldn't give it to her. We made a fair trade and what's fair is fair. I wasn't about to give her watch back.
"So Miss B calls me into her office. She closed that big old heavy dark door behind her and I'll be damned if she didn't lock it. What the hell did she think I was-some criminal or somethin'? So she explains to me that Betty-that's my roommate-was very unhappy and that she was going to tell her parents that I stole her watch. So I tell Miss B that I made a fair trade. I lost my own watch. I mean I left it home before my old man drove me up here.
"Miss B was very understanding about it. "Honey, if you give Betty her watch back, I'll buy you a new one. Now how will that be?" I nodded. Miss B was a lot nicer than any woman had been to me before.
"Now, Nancy," she said, "I can do a lot of nice things for you, if you'll only cooperate. That's all I ask. I don't make you work too hard, do I? Of course not. Now, when you make me too unhappy, things can go very hard for you around here. On the other hand, I can do a lot of favors for you, hon. Here, sit down on my couch, Nancy. I want to have a little talk with you."
"But, ma'm, it's time for my next class."
"That's alright, dear, you can miss this class. I'll take care of it. Mrs. L won't get mad at you. I'm excusing you. I run things around here. In fact, if you don't feel up to attending class now and then, you just come to me. I'll handle it."
"She put her hand on my knee while she was talkin' but I didn't pay much attention to it at first, because she was always pettin' me and rubbin' me with her hand like I was her pet or somethin'.
"You're almost nineteen, aren't you, Nancy?" I nodded. "Well, if I were your age and my daddy and mommy were mean to me and didn't care what happens to me, I would be very grateful if there were someone I could depend on. Someone who would help me, love me, and show me some understanding." I began to cry. "Yes, dear, someone who would comfort me when I'm lonely and really show me a good time. Now, dear, don't cry."
"She rubbed her hand all up and down the side of my cheek and then on the back of my neck. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. Her lips moved closer and closer to my mouth. It was real freaky, man. She started kissing me right on my mouth real funny-like. Her mouth was pushing against mine real hard.
"I tried to push her away. "What, what are you doin', Miss B?'
"Never mind, dear, you don't have to do a thing, I'm going to make you feel real good. I'm showing you how much I love you, and you don't have to do a thing. I'm going to do a lot of nice favors for you around here, if you'll just cooperate." Her hands started rubbin' up and down my legs and she was kissin' me again real hard on my mouth. She was takin' my shoes off and then my socks. And then she started rubbin' my feet real slow and funny-like.
"Miss B, I don't think this is right. What are you doing?'
"Shhhhh, dear, I'm going to make you feel real good." She started kissin' my feet and lickin' in between my toes and then around my ankles. Then she was movin' up my legs, lickin' and kissin' them all the way. Her head went under my dress and she was sniffin' my panties. She started suckin' on my panties right there between my legs where my cunny is.
"Then she was pullin' my panties down and her tongue was touchin' my little cunny. "Miss B, this is awful funny. What are you doin' to me? What are you... ohhhhhh, ooooohhh, that feels good. That feels real gooooooood." She kept suckin' on my cunny until I was feelin' real funny all over-real tingly like. No one ever did anything like this to me before. I could feel some juice coming out of my cunny and Miss B was lickin' it all up. "Oh, Miss B, what's happening to me? I'm getting awful sweet funny feelings." Then I started squirmin' and shakin' all over the place. My cunny was goin' crazy. I grabbed onto Miss B's shoulders. She was shovin' her mouth up into my little cunny as hard as she could. And then it happened-like I was goin' into dreamland with lots of candy and sweet goodies growing all over the place and I think I was flyin'. When I looked down, my cunny had poured a whole lot of some funny syrup-like juice all over Miss B, but she didn't seem to mind. She kept slurpin' at my cunny like it was those sweet goodies I was talkin' about.
"It wasn't long before Miss B had me back in her office. This time she made me undress. And then she got undressed, too. She had great big tits. She started rubbin' and kissin' my little tits. Then she pressed her big tits against mine and she was pushin' her big furry cunny up against my baby cunny. Then she started kissin' me real hard again. Anyway, she got down on the floor and she made me sit down on her. I rubbed my little cunny all over her face, and she licked my ass-hole, too. She made me have those real good feelings again.
"I got real curious about what it was like to lick a girl's cunny. It must've tasted real good, the way Miss B was doin' it. Anyway, when we were supposed to be sleepin', I crawled into Betty's bed. She woke up real surprised. I told her I had a bad dream and I was still scared. I snuggled up close to her. She was so dumb, she didn't care. She just knew it felt good, us being snuggled up so cuddly and warm together.
"I guess she was thinkin' of me kinda like I was her teddy bear, "cause she started to go to sleep again. Anyway, when she was sleepin', I squirmed down underneath the sheets and started pullin' her jammies down. Her soft warm legs felt real good against my face. I started kissin' and lickin' them, like Miss B did to me, and I was edgin' up to where her little cunny is. I could feel the soft hairs of her cunny tick!in' my nose. I was sure wonderin' what a girl's cunny tasted like and I could hardly wait to put my mouth on it.
"It smelled real sweet and nice. I started lickin' it and it tasted so good I wanted to eat it. I was suckin' and lickin' it real hard when Betty wakes up. But she didn't say nuthin'. She just started squirmin' all over the place and she was breathin' real funny. Then she started bouncin' her cunny up against my face. Miss B was right. That cunny juice tastes real good and I was gettin' to feel real good, too, just slurpin' it all up.
"Anyway, Betty starts groanin' and mumblin' until she was pourin' a whole load of goodies in my mouth and her cunny was twitchin' and shakin' all over the place. She was such a dumb bunny. I tried to get her to do it to me, too, but she was so stupid. She didn't know how to make me get my cookies like Miss B did. Miss B really knew how to do it right and besides, she loved me. The next time she called me into her office, I could hardly wait, and I says to her, "Are we goin' to do it again, Miss B?" And she made me feel real groovy. I'll never forget Miss B. I started playin' around with women ever since then.
According to authorities, female homosexuals who are compulsive cunnilinguists frequently seek opportunities for immediate gratification in spite of the risks involved. Their basic psychology is that of taking advantage of the moment because a future opportunity may never arise.
It was obvious that Miss B was taking extreme risks in her compulsive seduction of one of her students. Apart from her disoriented compulsive behavior, she, like so many lesbians, is able to function competently in her profession. Many lesbians not only function well in their professions-they pursue their careers aggressively as highly successful businesswomen.
Miss B, although secure in her professional world, is totally insecure in mature and meaningful interpersonal relationships. Her inability to communicate sexually even with other women is based on her fear of adults in the sexual context and on her condemnation of other female homosexuals as a projection of her own guilt. She fantasizes in her own arrested development a re-creation of adolescent sexual experimentation through her seduction of a teenager. Further, sexual contact with an inexperienced girl, which would normally induce feelings of guilt in many people, ironically lessens Miss B's guilt because the girl does not remind her of her disgust toward homosexuality or of the "immorality" of her own activity. She considers the girl heterosexual and untarnished.
This attitude toward other lesbians, characteristic of so many members of the homophile community, is expressed by a female homosexual in James C. Coleman's Abnormal Psychology and Modern Life:
One of the saddest facts in this entire picture is that we seldom like one another. On the surface this appears ridiculous, but there are good reasons for it.
Self-condemnation and disillusionment with other lesbians may explain in part the findings of Doctor Frank S. Caprio. He reports that lesbians change partners frequently and that there is seldom any permanence to lesbian alliances or commitments on a one-to-one basis.
In Nancy's case, Miss B functioned as a surrogate mother-a significant aspect in countless female homosexual alliances, in which sexual activity often represents "reciprocal mothering." In addition to Nancy's feeling that she was betrayed by her mother, her attitude toward her father revealed strong indications of negative conditioning-promoted by the father. The negative image of the father is often translated into distrust and rejection of all males. This pattern frequently develops with the reinforcement of pleasant homosexual experiences.
Joseph C. Rheingold states, "Identification with the father plays almost no role in female homosexuality. It is the lack of identification with the mother.... The father contributes to homosexuality only in a negative way."
Quite apart from parental images, the importance of environmental factors in the initial sexual experiences of the adolescent has also been emphasized by such authorities as Doctor John Money in investigations on the causality of fixated patterns in deviant behavior.
Chapter Four
The Seductive Babysitter
"She was the glowing quivering thigh, the firm-packed child-woman of all my wet dreams. The glow from the coppery silken hair which wound around her soft shoulders and bounced in time with her perky full breasts warmed all my days and nights. Sometimes I would wake up with a screaming hard-on and her saucer green eyes would be there in the dark. I don't know how many times I had to run into the bathroom and jerk off because she had invaded my dreams. The agony I went through-I was a haunted man.
"I don't even know when it began-it seems like a hundred years. I just knew I couldn't go on much longer, hiding either a swollen, throbbing dick, or a pair of gissum filled shorts. Sooner or later, Phyllis was going to find me out. I was scared to death to even sleep too soundly, in case I would mumble her name-her sensuous name-in my sleep. If I did talk in my sleep, and Phyllis heard me, then she'd know. And if Phyllis knew what that delectable piece of ass was doing to my sex organs, Phyllis would never call her to baby sit again. I'd lose her forever, lose sight of the split marshmallow mounds of her cleavage, lose sight of the tight blue denim which crept into the slit of her crotch, lose sight of her wet pouting mouth. I knew I had to make a move before it was too late.
"I don't want to hear any crap about it being just a 'phase' I was going through. No bullshit about the middle-aged man with the young chick. Hell, I'm just a couple of years past thirty. You can hardly call that middle-aged. Got most of the hair I had when me and Phyllis got married too, and that's only been eight years. Shit, I even wear almost the same size clothes as when I went to high school, except for an inch or two around the middle. But that's the kind of thing that gives a man character. Women don't get all hot for skin and bones-they want something there to grab when the action gets rough. At least that's what Phyllis says.
"Phyllis. Now she's the one's who changed. Wouldn't recognize that woman from the wedding picture. She'll never be anywhere near that size again. Who was to guess that a hundred pounds of vivacious schoolgirl would grow into a greasy-haired, dumpling-shaped, screeching mother? But that isn't even the worst of it.
"The worst is when Phyllis wants to get sexy. In the old days, I'd pick up her dainty form in my arms and carry her to bed, and I'd get a thrill just taking off her clothes and looking at her naked body. She was wonderful then-so desirable. Her girlish tits would pop out of her bra and I would suck on them until her nipples would get hard as rocks-not to mention how hard my rocks got! She'd always smell like fresh flowers, all over, even her dewy pubic hair, which I'd twirl around my fingers to make her all crazy. I loved to lick the sweet-tasting little hole of her belly, while my fingers pulled open her vagina lips like an open flower. She'd start to juice even before my fingers petted her swelling clit. By the time I stuck my thumb into her fuck-hole, she was already wet and ready for my cock. Then I'd tease her by stroking her from the tip of her clit to the puckered skin of her ass-hole with my fat dick, sort of gliding back and forth on her slippery come. We had a lot of fun in those days.
"But things are really different now. When Phyllis gets sexy, she smells a little like sour milk, and her tits are fat and hanging. You can't even find that button on her belly for all the stretch marks. Having kids really ruined Phyllis' shape.
"I don't want you to get me wrong, though. I really love Phyllis-she takes real good care of me and the kids. So I worked out a sort of plan just so Phyllis can get laid every once and a while.
"I hate to admit it, but I was having trouble getting it up for a few months a while back. Not that I can't get a really good show once I get going-I'm no fag in bed! It was just that my wife don't exactly do too much for me lately. Anyways, this guy at work had one of those fuck magazines. The kind where girls and guys are shown doing everything, and when I say everything, I mean even things I never done! And this magazine really turned me on.
"Especially the part where the broads were going down on the guys turned me on. So's I asked the guy at work to borrow the fucking thing, and when Phyllis gets sexy, I look at these here pictures of cock-sucking and eating sperm. I'd go wild with that eating, and my dick would start shooting up like in the old days.
"One day Phyllis comes into the bathroom, and sees me breathing hard over these pictures. So's she makes me show her, and she gets all hot and bothered, too. Then Phyllis does the craziest damn thing, right there in the head-she starts kissing my pulsating rod right through my shorts. I thought I would shoot my wad right then and there.
"Phyllis," I says, kind of surprised, "What're you doing?" And she looks up at me and says, "We're married. Anything is right if you're married." And I lifted her up, huffing and puffing like a steam engine, risking a hernia, and carried her into bed.
'To my amazement, Phyllis reached into the slot of my shorts, and pulled my penis out, before I even had her completely on the bed. While I tugged at my T-shirt, my wife put her wide lips over the taut white skin of my penis, and I nearly fell over.
"Ahraah!" I yelled, grabbing her by the shoulders. Then very slowly, with her tongue, she probed inside my foreskin, leaving a thick rim of saliva around the head. "Is this how to do it? Is this how to give head?" Phyllis asked in a low whisper.
"like this, Phyllis." I wrapped her hand around my growing shaft, and then pushed her head up and down so she could get the rhythm. And-this I'll never understand-she caught on faster than lightning. She'd pump and pump until I thought I couldn't hold back another second, then she'd pull back and blow around the head or take my balls in her mouth, until my aching rod had calmed down a little.
"Now, now," she'd demand, and then lay down, all the time keeping her fingers wrapped around my bursting cock. And then I'd ram her cunt with hard, long whacks, shooting in and out of her fuck-hole until that hot cum exploded like a volcano, listening to her yell out with each crashing bang until I was done.
"After that, Phyllis would go down on me pretty regular. And I didn't have no trouble getting it up then, let me tell you. But it still didn't have no special magic, like in the old days. It was just a way to get my rocks off was all. Even when she'd surprise me while I was watching TV, or in the shower, or shit like that, I just didn't care if I screwed Phyllis or not.
"About the time that Phyllis started to give me head, was when we got our new babysitter. She just moved in upstairs from us, and Phyllis had said she seemed perfect to baby sit, and how terrific having her just a step away, and now there wasn't no excuse for staying in all the time. Shit like that. So I figured it wouldn't hurt Phyllis none to get out one night a week.
"But after a few weeks of using the new babysitter, I found myself wanting to ask her to come down twice and three times a week. I started to take Phyllis out more than I could afford to-and I realized I was using it as an excuse just to see her.
"Her name is Simone. Just saying it makes me shiver all over. If you could just see her in those jeans that are so tight you can see right through them, or those shirts she wears that show she don't wear no bra-and she don't need one. The patterns on her panties show right through that worn denim-but that's nothing compared to what you can see going on under her shirt. Christ, she has pink-red nipples that stand out like doorbell buttons, just waiting for me to ring her chimes!
"like I already told you, she grew on my sex drive until I was tormented all the time. Even when Phyllis went down on me, I only got hard when I pictured Simone's glistening lips around my cock, Simone instead of Phyllis sucking out my come, Simone's shining hair under my fingers instead of my wife's matted head.
"Then something happened that I had been waiting forever for. Phyllis was out at the market with the kids, and I was in the living room polishing my golf clubs. The door was open, it being a pretty nice spring day. And I look up from my polishing, and Simone is standing right in front of me, her bare feet not a couple of inches from me. I take in a surprised breath.
"Did I scare you?" she asks, a kittenish grin on her face, her tongue sliding over her pouty lips, leaving a shiny trail. My groin starts to pound, and my face gets real hot.
"Hey, Simone. You kind of took me by surprise," I says, real cool and composed, all the time looking up to those mounds of tits shimmering above me.
"She pulled her arms behind her back, making her shirt even tighter across her bust, so I see the whole outline of the dark red circles of her tits, the tip as clear as if she had nothing on. "Will you be needing me to sit tonight? 'Cause Phyllis didn't say nothing about it to me." She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, and I watched the cloth go into the slit in her vee-shaped crotch. She was in fraying shorts, cut so her ass cheek just peeked out of the bottom.
"Yeah, we'll probably take in a movie, or something." I didn't say no more, "cause I was sure my voice would start to shake any minute.
"Simone squatted down to be level with me, and I looked up her firm, white thighs to where the cloth of her shorts looked like it was cutting her clit in two. "What time you want me?" she breathed.
"What?" I coughed out, my mind on one thing, hers on another. "What'd you say?'
"What time you want me? What time you want me to come tonight?'
"Oh," I says, making it seem like a big joke, "I wasn't sure exactly what you meant." And we both laughed, and got red in the face.
"You didn't think I meant. . . " she trailed off, innocently. And then we started to laugh all over again. We really got so tickled, we were just about rolling on the floor. Then Simone said, "What time am I supposed to come?" and we looked at each other, and got hysterical again. She was thinking the same things I was.
"Kids today get around pretty fast. And I suspected a little sex pot like Simone knew what it's all about. But I wasn't really sure until she got the double meaning in everything that was going on.
"Impulsively, I grabbed her by the wrists, and pinning her down, I gave her a thundering kiss. I filled her beautiful, spice-flavored mouth with my hungry tongue, and she caressed it with her own. Quickly, before she could think to stop me, I had my trembling hands around those stacked mounds of her breasts, kneading and rolling her full marsh-mallow flesh, tweaking her rose-tipped tits. I was in ecstasy.
"The door!" she shouted into my ear to get my attention. I was so carried away by passion, I couldn't think of a thing, except the madness which had come over me. I had to put out some of the fire she had started. The door," she repeated almost frantic.
"Not taking my eyes off her magnificent body, I moved to the door, then kicked it closed. I drew the drapes, and returned to her, standing over her stretched-out form.
"I looked at her hungrily. "You want me, don't you? You want me just as much as I want you. You hell-cat. You slut, you whore." I didn't say it ugly-I said those words to her like they was words of love. And she ate them up. I think calling her dirty names really turned her on.
"Don't tease me," she begged. "Hurry, before someone comes."
"The only ones going to be coming are us, baby," I says to her, ripping the zipper of her shorts. "I'm going to fuck you like a man fucks a woman. I bet you've never been balled like you're going to get it right now, you little whore." Then I peeled the material from her cunt, and pushed her legs wide apart.
"The rosy, delicate flesh inside her vulva lips was just turning blood red, her clit stuck out like a swollen flower bud about to burst. My cock stretched and thrust itself skyward, my juices surging and boiling under the heat of my cords. I teased her watering vagina with my cock the way I had teased Phyllis in the old days. I could tell it was driving her nuts.
"Oh, Daddy, screw me. I want to feel my pussy fill up with your big dick," she begged, in a soft whine. She placed her slender white fingers on my balls, stroking and softly pushing them. "I been waiting for a long time for you," she murmured, her nails just slightly scratching my ass.
As this case history unfolds, it becomes evident that the "phase" most protested by the subject at the beginning of his narrative is obviously more truth than fiction. The subject, after taking a good look at himself in the mirror, and after seeing his wife without any of the romance of early love, is nervous and frightened about his dwindling virility. He fears that his manhood is at stake. His statement is: "I'm no fag in bed!" So when a nubile, young girl enters his life, and he finds himself sexually aroused, she becomes the "savior" of his masculinity. He convinces himself that she will prove him "good," and thus he is obsessed with experiencing a coital episode, regardless of the consequences, should he be caught either by the girl's parents or the subject's wife.
This condition is not unusual among married men. Most people are familiar with the notorious "seven-year itch," or the often-used phrase "the honey-moon is over." When these are spoken, it generally refers to that lag in romance which must occur if two people are to live together in close quarters over a long period of time. It is taken for granted that men will acquire that "roving eye," and sometimes even go beyond looking. Adultery in marriage among middle-aged men has been the subject of multitudinous books, essays, and magazine articles. Lately many publishing houses have flooded the bookstands with manuals on alternatives to the one-man-one-woman type of marriage. These alter--natives, which may include swinging or wife swapping, troilism, menage a trois, bisexuality, or the keeping of mistresses (to name some), are not only being written about and investigated by medical authorities-they are being practiced in communities all over the country (see The Groupsex Tapes; Playboy Magazine, December, 1972).
In such a sexually experimental era as this one, a middle-aged man's appetite for a single teenaged girl seems fairly tame. Yet there are considerations to be made for this sexual liaison. The girl is not merely some anonymous teenaged stranger with whom he could have a "fling," and then withdraw. She is his neighbor's daughter, and it is his own home in which he chooses to bring his sexual dreams to fruition.
Generally, those married persons who choose an alternative to the one-to-one marital norm do so with their spouses' consent. For example, wife-swapping (which is referred to as swinging by many, although the term swinging may just as well apply to single persons who have many sexual partners in lieu of a single lover) does not take place without both members of the marriage. Each usually consents before a swapping party or arranged sexual group meeting to the sexual freedom of the other. This is the case in most of the other sexual variations as well. It is both man and wife who decide on the third member of a menage a trois, or a troilistic encounter. The only case where mutual consent is not usually given is when a man takes a mistress, or a woman a lover. But even in these cases, there must be a great deal of "looking the other way" for two persons who are intimate with each other to not know if his or her spouse is involved in an extramarital affair.
In the subject's case, his wife is so immersed in her role that it is most-likely she doesn't suspect. Granted, her involvement in motherhood and housekeeping has become so extreme that she has neglected her husband's sexual needs and desires, yet she would be aghast at the thought of the subject in a sexual indiscretion with the babysitter. This is not a case of consensual sexual freedom or expanding individual sexual rights, which are the foundations of open sexual expression.
Rather than attempt to communicate or to ameliorate his sexual boredom, the subject reaches impulsively (at times compulsively) for his desires, disregarding the negative possibilities. Where Phyllis instinctively tried to put some life back into their marriage (her attempts at introducing fellatio), the subject seeks to find his manhood through a teenager. This cannot be considered either mature or healthful conduct.
His adult alternative to such a problem would be the type of counseling to be found in the psycho-sexual clinics like those begun by Masters and Johnson.
"More than anything, I would have liked Simone to go down on me, give me a blow job the way Phyllis had learned. God, there's nothing more gorgeous than watching your cock being eaten, licked shiny, spit dripping from the head. Then the tongue lapping up those first beads of love juice, sending electric charges from your ass-hole to the tips of your hair! But I knew I'd never be able to hold back the ton of boiling come that had waited so long for Simone's young body. And I wasn't going to miss shooting her full of my juice, no matter how much I loved getting head.
"Sock it to me, fuck me," Simone wailed, her nails beginning to dig into my ass. I was worried about her leaving marks on me that Phyllis might see, so I shoved my swollen tool into her small twat as far as it would go.
"Aieee!" she called out, and I put my hand on her mouth. I thrust a few times in the lush, warm forest of her tight pussy. I never remembered a cunt so tight-I didn't miss one pulse beat of her fuck-hole as it grabbed my cock.
"Christ! Christ, Jesus, I'm coming. Uhhgh. Uhhgh." I couldn't help it, I just opened my mouth and hollered when that molten wad of gissum shot out of me. Then I collapsed on top of her, soaked with sweat, and out of breath.
"What's the matter? I did something wrong?" she said, close to tears. She tried to find my face, which I had buried in her honey scented hair.
"What're you talking about? You were fantastic," I assured her.
"Then why did you come so soon? You can tell me. I'd like to know."
"I had to do some real fast thinking on that one. "It wasn't nothing you did, baby. I was just nervous about someone coming and barging in on us, is all. Who knows when Phyllis is going to back with the kids? It wasn't like we had planned this or anything. I was just so nervous and all that-everything sort of went crazy. You know what I mean?'
"I think she bought it, cause she said that it made sense to her. She thought she better leave before my wife got back, and I thought it was a good idea, too. To tell you the truth, I was kind of relieved to see her go. I didn't realize how much of a strain this kind of thing can be.
"Anyways, things got pretty strange after I laid Simone. Every time Phyllis would poke her head out of the door to empty garbage or do the laundry, there Simone would be. It got so, I was expecting to find her under the goddam bed one night.
"Sometimes, if I got home from work a few minutes early, I'd sneak up to Simone's for a quick feel or two. Her mother and father never got home before six, and we had at least a few minutes together. But my nerves were paying for it. If I heard the slightest creak in the floor, I'd jump.
"Finally Simone said, "Can't you do something about this? We're both going bananas." And she was right. I'd get a whiff of her pussy and a taste from her luscious mouth, and it would only make me want her more. I didn't sleep at all, and my work was for shit, what with my mind all the time on Simone's velvet cunt.
"Easter was just around the corner, and I had this extra commission coming to me. So's one Friday I come home from work and I says to Phyllis, "Here's money for a new Easter outfit." Phyllis gets all excited and starts making plans for when to go and spend it, while I start making my plans.
"Bright and early Saturday morning, Phyllis has the kids all bright and shiny, and she heads for the department stores. I figure I got the whole day. Quick, I calls on Simone, hoping she'll be the only one up.
"When Simone answers the door, no words are necessary. She steps out on the landing with a sensuous smile on her face, then, ever so carefully, she pulls the door shut behind her. We fly down the stairs, two and three at a time, we're so turned on by each other.
"Before I get the door of my apartment shut all the way, Simone is stripped and ripe for picking. I gasp at the incredible proportions of her round body.
"Well don't just stand there," she grins, "do something." So I grab her in a crushing kiss, and drive two fingers into her twat. "Hey, speedy, take it easy," she says, good natured.
"But I'm so excited to be alone with her, my rod is pounding and beating like crazy. I tear off my clothes, nearly killing myself with the zipper. She stands in front of me while I undress, holding and stroking her beautiful breasts, her eyes glued to my crotch.
"I hold my penis, though it don't need any help by that time, pointing it at her, the veins under my fingers jumping frantically. I decided to let her make the first move.
"I didn't have to wait too long. Before I knows it, she's bent over my quivering dick, licking it with long wet laps, turning back my foreskin with her cool, long fingers. Shit, I went nuts with ecstasy.
"I pushed her down on the rug, and bent over her vagina like I seen in the fuck book. With my penis hovering over her open mouth, I shoved my face into the sex perfume of her cunt. My hands were wrapped around her ass cheeks so I could spread her pussy lips wide open, and I licked off all the silky wet juice she could make.
"I almost lost track of what I was doing when she started rocking, speeding up the friction on my penis. I was practically lost in pleasure, when I realized I better give her some action.
"I decided to see how she would like some air on her clit, so I blew a good steady stream. She squirmed, and then rotated her hips in a sort of circular motion. So's I licked her real wet again and did some more blowing, this time coming right up to her fuck-hole, and filling her like she was a balloon. All the time she was licking and blowing on my dick, and stretching my shithole until it would take one of her fingers.
"I never felt anything so good as when she had that finger up my ass, all the time her mouth sucked in my cock. I pushed open her little puckered ass-hole with a finger that was dripping with cunt juice. It slid in like it belonged there, and she welcomed it with delicious little purrs.
"Then I knew I was going to come, so's I tried to help her come, too. I pushed my two longest fingers in and out of her ass-hole, while I let my tongue get sucked up her fuck-hole as far as it would go. We were both moving back and forth, my dick going deep to the back of her throat, my tongue shoved all the way inside her cunt. Our asses being fucked by fast-pumping fingers.
"Uhhaaa!" I exclaimed as the white love-sap skyrocketed.
"Uhhaaa!" Simone groaned, her body shuddering in orgasm.
"When I turned to her, I saw that my come was all over her copper red hair, and there was some on the rug. She sure looked a mess. "You wanna use the bathroom?" I thought she better get that shit out of her hair before it dried and turned hard. How would she explain that to her parents.
"She gave me a funny look, but got up and headed for the John, the dimples in her ass winking at me as she moved away. She came out after a while, her head wrapped in Phyllis' towel. So I ran quick and got my own towel for her, hoping Phyllis wouldn't notice it was damp when she got home.
"Well, what comes next, hotshot?" she asked sarcastic.
"Are you hungry, or something?" I asked, not knowing what the hell she wanted.
"You got it, big boy," she said, coming to the sofa where I was sprawled out with a cigarette. She lay down right on top of me, and took the cigarette out of my mouth for a long drag. "I sure am hungry-but not for no food!"
"I looked at her stringy red hair, which didn't seem much like copper when it was wet, but more like rusty metal. And I'll be damned if she didn't smell like day-old fish, to boot. "Well, this lunch counter's closed for the time being," I says matter-of-factly.
"But she don't want to take a hint. "Bet I could open it up for business," she breathes hot into my ear, her breath just slightly sour.
"I told you not now. And that's the way it is." I was getting a little annoyed by that time, but she wasn't about to turn off.
"You don't mean to tell me a strong, masculine dude like you is strictly a one-shot man? I just don't believe it." She turned on her side, and started to handle my resting tool.
"Cut it out," I insisted, pushing her up from me, and getting off the couch. I hadn't even considered it before, but now the idea was coming to me: this little girl was a bona fide nymphomaniac. I had read about them in some of those magazines, and the guys at work had talked about these broads who could kill a man with their crazy hunger for sex.
"That's all nymphos think about, you know. Sex, sex, sex, and when they're not thinking of it, they're doing it. Yes sir, that was Simone alright! I don't know why I hadn't thought of it before, with her chasing after me all the time, cornering me in the hall, always at the door with that look on her face.
"I started to get real nervous about having her around any more and blackmailing me with my body just so she would burn me up with her unnatural hunger for sex. I started to get a little scared about how she had me against the wall, and I was sorry I ever so much as touched her.
"Hey, honey, what's gone wrong, now? You're not afraid of little Simone are you," she growled like a little dog.
"I didn't want her to know what was going on in my head, so's I just says to her, "I heard your parents moving around upstairs, and I'm sure they're gonna wonder where you're at. Better sit in front of that fan and dry off your hair."
"I'll get pneumonia that way," she whined, but I forced her to do as I told her, throwing her clothes at her and barking for her to get dressed while her hair dried.
"Then she started to cry. Shit, that would be all I need-if she went up to her parents after having cried her face into a red mess, for sure they'd think I'd raped her or something. You can't tell a girl's parents that their daughter is a nympho!
"So's I moved in real gentle, and said, "You want us to go on seeing each other, don't you? Well then, we got to act smart. We can't let our emotions make us lose control of our minds." I put my arm around her, and gave her cheek a little tweak. "Cause if anyone suspects, we'll be in a hell of a fix. And I know you wouldn't do nothing to get me in any trouble. You're not that sort of a girl."
"Me? Get you in trouble? I love you. I don't never want harm to come to you."
"Then we better lay low for a while," I says real sincere. "Cause we wouldn't want anyone to get all hot under the collar about something going on between us."
"Hell no, I wouldn't want nobody to think nothing. Just give me a kiss, and then I'll know everything is alright between us," she said, pathetically. And as I kissed her, I had one eye on the clock and the other on the ceiling praying neither her parents nor Phyllis would be coming to my door before the come had dried out of the nympho's hair.
The next day, I started looking for a place in the suburbs, just like Phyllis has always wanted, where the kids could be safe from the kind of trash that's moved into the neighborhood lately. I figure that we'll probably be moving in the next month or two."
What we have witnessed in this case history is a man's rationalization of a sexual act he cannot responsibly face. The subject has demonstrated the need to cover his unusual deviation from the conservative pattern of his marital, sexual behavior. By calling her names, including that of nymphomaniac, he removes the guilt of marital infidelity from his shoulders; in actuality, the girl's sexual expression never resembles the phobic etiology outlined by Ellis and Sagarin in Nymphomania. The subject seems to be overrationalizing in order to evade his most ominous anxiety-that of premature ejaculation.
Since the teenager probably has had sexual experiences with young men, she is acutely aware that there is something "the matter" with their sexual experience, and on both occasions, she asks what
the trouble is. But the man in question refuses to admit that there is any sexual dysfunction, claiming instead that his fast sex act was the result of preoccupation and fear over being discovered. Since it should be taken for granted that he is aware of his physical dysfunction, the problem he faces is that, sooner or later, the girl will suspect the truth about his dwindling manhood. This is a valid enough reason for the subject to want to run from the scene, rather than to face up to his own adequacy.
In such a situation, the wife rarely, if ever, brings the matter of premature ejaculation out in the open. It is understood that she must, as her duty as a wife, grin and bear it-never hurt her husband's ego so deeply as to criticize his sexuality. But the subject is aware that a sexually free young thing like Simone will not continue to receive the fuzzy end of the lollipop. So the subject behaves in a classic manner, as witnessed by a passage from Perversions by William Gillespie:
A successful perversion evades psychosis by means of a split in the ego, which leaves a relatively normal part capable of coping with external reality while allowing the regressed part to behave in the limited sexual sphere in a psychotic manner. This implies not merely libidinal regression, but a regression of the ego.... The sexual object of the pervert becomes the "idealized" representation of "good"; the "bad" object is dealt with in other ways, e.g., by denial, annihilation, or avoidance. Simone is an interesting case herself. Most-likely an only child, she feels compelled to an older man for love. As women generally fall in love with male doctors, sexually budding young girls often fall in "love" with a respected male father figure-usually a teacher. If the father is away most of the time, a post-adolescent girl may choose father substitutes toward whom she can rechannel her love and respect, and the pattern may become fixated in her adult life.
It can be assumed that Simone will survive the lesson that the subject of this case history has taught her. It can probably be assumed she will experience many such interludes in her life. The expanding sexual freedom young people are enjoying more and more ironically seems to ferret out many of the negative sexual "up-tight" feelings of the older generation. Perhaps it is a shame, but some of those who practice "free love" are the ones who seem to be paying for those in the society who are the most sexually frustrated and neurotic. As Germaine Greer wrote: "Women have been charged with deviousness and duplicity since the dawn of civilization-especially the women who have been sexually active. Perhaps it is a slender case, but perhaps it does mean that women are forced in to closer contact with reality than men: it would seem to be just recompense for being deprived of idealism."
Chapter Five
The Swinging Coed
"I knew what I had to do the day college aptitude reports came out. That business of "emotional instability" meant good-bye to the imagine expensive college my folks had picked out for me. I had to have it erased from my report, and there was only one way to do it.
"There are lots of rumors making the rounds at suburban high schools, but it's pretty safe to figure that if you hear it often enough it can't be all lies. It was common knowledge that Mr. R, the student counselor, could be had. Literally. All a girl had to do to get his recommendation for a specific college was to be 'friendly."
"It took an awful lot of nerve for me to approach him, since I wasn't too sure just how 'friendly' I had to be, although I had a pretty good idea. It wasn't that I was naive or inexperienced, not anything like that. I knew my way around the back seat of a parked car. So far, though, I'd always managed to stop short of the real thing. As a result, I'd gained a sort of a reputation myself, as a teaser. It wasn't really that way. I just always seemed to chicken out at the last minute. I'd gone pretty far, but never all the way. But when it came to choosing between my father's temper and Mr. R's bed, the bed won. There just wasn't anything else I could do!
"I rehearsed my speech for hours. It had to be convincing, had to sound as if I knew what I was doing and knew exactly what kind of a bargain I was offering. There was the outside chance, though, that the rumors were just that, rumors. And I could imagine just what kind of real trouble I'd be in if I went around accusing a student adviser to his face of screwing students, if he wasn't!
"I'll do anything, Mr. R, just anything," I said. I surprised even myself by managing a few tears and a weak sniffle. Mr. R sat behind his desk like some kind of sphinx. He looked at me for a long time, first staring into my eyes then giving me a complete up-and-down going over.
"What do you mean by "anything," Debbie?" he finally asked. The question surprised me. It threw me off guard and I became flustered.
"Just.. . anything! Anything you want me to do. Honestly, Mr. R, if I don't get into that classy college, my father will skin me alive. And I've got to have a good report from you to make it."
"Well, maybe a little private counseling might help." He smiled at me. "Tell you what, Debbie. You come to this address Monday afternoon around four o'clock. We'll see what we can do." He wrote something on a piece of memo paper, folded it, and handed it to me. My palm was clammy with cold sweat, and the paper stuck to it.
"Gee, Mr. R., I can't thank you enough. You've saved my life."
"We'll see, we'll see," he said, and dismissed me with a casual wave of his hand. I stumbled out of the room, sick with relief, and terrified of what was going to happen to me Monday afternoon.
"The weekend was a daze of alternating dread and anticipation. Mr. R was awfully good-looking. It might not be so bad, making it with him.
"Monday afternoon I arrived promptly at the address he had given me. It was one of those big new apartment buildings with swimming pools and tennis courts and all, that rents only to single people. That puzzled me at first, since I knew he was married. He and his wife had sort of chaperoned some of the school dances. Then I figured that of course he couldn't take me to his own place if it was sex he wanted from me and not counseling.
"I found the apartment, and rang the bell. He opened the door right away and stood back to let me in. Then he carefully looked around outside, closed and locked the door. That told me all I needed to know.
"For ten minutes or so, we discussed my emotional problems, the difficulties I had with certain teachers. Then he put his hand lightly on my arm, and began to stroke it, like you would a puppy.
"Aren't you hot in that heavy sweater, Debbie?" he asked. An electric shock went through me. This was it! Every movie I'd ever seen and every book I'd ever read galloped through my mind as I tried to come up with the proper answer that he was expecting of me. I had to let him know, definitely, would I or wouldn't I.
"You're wearing a sweater yourself, Mr. R."
"That's easily remedied," he replied. He pulled his sweater off over his head, rumpling his hair. He wasn't wearing anything under it. He had hair on his chest, lots of it, all dark and curly. He held out his hand to me, and pulled me to my feet. I started to fumble with the buttons on my own sweater, but he stopped me. "Let me," he said. His arms went around me, and he kissed me low on the side of the neck. Then on the cheek. Then on the mouth.
"I'd never been kissed like that before! His mouth was gentle but insistent, and his tongue forced my lips apart and then was inside my mouth, licking my teeth. My response was automatic. I kissed him back the same way, wrapping my tongue around his. One of his hands started to unbutton my sweater, while his other hand reached under it and began caressing my bare midsection. I clasped my hands behind his neck and hung on tight. I had never felt like this before when anybody kissed me!
"He dropped my sweater on the floor and unhooked my bra, our mouths and tongues still locked together. I could feel my breasts tighten, the nipples hardening as he pulled me closer to his bare chest and began to rub against them. Suddenly I was aware that his prick was rubbing against me, too, big and stiff. Somehow he got all the clothes off both of us, and was running his hands all over my quivering body while his lips and tongue kissed me all over my face and neck and breasts. He led me into the bedroom, and pushed me down onto the bed.
"I closed my eyes tight. I could feel myself getting hot all over, as he lay down beside me and rubbed his hard prick against me. With his mouth closed firmly on one nipple, he pushed my thighs apart and began rubbing my pussy.
"It was like nothing I had ever felt before! If this was what sex was like, what the hell had I been waiting for? I began to caress his naked body. Suddenly he grabbed one of my hands and clamped it down hard around his prick. It seemed enormous!
He held my hand there and began to guide it, moving it up and down, turning it slightly, so that I was fucking him with my hand. Pretty soon I was doing it without any help from him. His hand kept rubbing away at my pussy, his fingers separating me further and further, and then two of his fingers were inside my cunt! Skyrockets went off inside my head and I made little whimpering sounds. It hurt some, but I didn't want him to stop!
"Then he pulled away from me, and stared down at me with a puzzled look. Then he looked at his hand. It was bloody.
"Debbie, have you ever done this before?" he asked, "no," I whispered, "but I want to now."
"You damn little fool," he muttered. "Shall I stop? I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't hurt me. Do it to me, please do it!" And then it happened. He was on top of me, and his prick was inside me, pushing and thrusting and pumping in and out. I felt the skyrockets again, and I guess I screamed, because he put a hand over my mouth and told me to hush. I could feel him come inside me, in a burst of warm wet pleasure.
"Exhausted, I lay on the bed while he got a towel from the bathroom and carefully wiped my pussy. "You're a dear, sweet thing, Deb," he said. "But why in hell didn't you let me know it was your first time? I'd have done it differently."
"Later, when we were both dressed, and I was leaving, he kissed me again, very gently.
"You'll need a lot of counseling before you're ready for college," he whispered. "Tomorrow?" "Tomorrow."
"The next afternoon, right at four, I was back for more. This time, though, there was another man there, too.
"This is Gary," Mr. R said. "He-likes little girls like you, too."
"Yes, Mr. R," I whispered.
"And don't you think we know each other well enough for you to call me Ray?'
"Yes, Ray."
"I was mesmerized by him. I couldn't take my eyes off him, or off the swelling bulge in the front of his slacks. The preliminaries were shorter but just as sweet. Soon all three of us were in the bedroom, naked, in bed together. Ray played with my breasts, caressed my belly, and began finger-fucking me again.
"Meanwhile, Gary had a hard-on too, and I was doing to his prick what I had done to Ray's the day before. Then Gary bent low over me, and gently nudged my lips with his prick. I instinctively opened my mouth and he shoved it in. At the same time, Ray was licking my pussy, his hot wet tongue darting in and out. Suddenly, Gary pulled back. "I want to come in your cunt, not your fucking mouth."
"Ray rolled away and Gary got on top of me and pushed his prick into me. It was so damn great, just as great as it had been the day before. By now I knew what the skyrockets meant, and I came all at once, my cunt contracting around Gary's prick convulsively. He put his hands behind my legs and shrugged his shoulders under my knees, so that my feet were above his head. He kept pounding away at me, and this time we both came at once. He released my legs, and lay quietly on top of me, both of us panting.
"I told you she was something, didn't I?" Ray said.
"She sure is," Gary replied. "Feel like any more, Deb girl?'
"Yes, please yes."
"Then Ray fucked me until he came, but I didn't again. "Please make me come again," I moaned. By then, Gary had another hard-on, and he mounted me in reverse, his head between my legs and his prick in my mouth. He nibbled my clit and the lips of my pussy, and ran his tongue around the inside of my cunt. When he came in my mouth, I gagged and almost choked, so he rolled off me, and Ray began to finger-fuck me. It felt like he had his whole hand inside me, clear up to the wrist. While he did that to my cunt, Gary played with my breasts and nipples. I came again, for the third time that afternoon.
"Oh God, but I loved it. I didn't want to leave them. But somehow we all got dressed, groping at each other all the time.
"Tomorrow?" I asked, hanging onto Ray for dear life.
"Don't be so anxious," he laughed. "Let's take a few days off. How about Friday?'
"Friday, at school, he sent a message to my last class to see him in his office. "Different address this time, Deb," he said, and handed me a slip of paper. When our hands touched, I could feel the electricity clear down to my toes, and I started to get hot between the legs.
"The new address was Ray's home, and that afternoon our threesome became a foursome, with the addition of Ray's wife, Janet.
"Hello, Debbie," she greeted me. "Ray and Gary have told me so much about you."
"I'll just bet they had! At first, I didn't like the idea too much. I'd never done anything with a woman before, and I felt a little jealous about sharing Ray and Gary with her.
"But pretty soon there we were, all four of us, in the big bed. Janet knew how to do things that the men didn't. She had a very special way of rubbing my clit and my pussy. She licked my cunt while Gary finger-fucked her and I sucked Ray's prick. Then Janet showed me how to do to her what she had been doing to me, while Gary and Ray just watched.
"It was a wild afternoon. They showed me how to do a very special trick. First, Ray lay down on his back while Janet straddled him, sucking his stiff prick into her cunt. She leaned way over him, her tits dangling in his face and he reached up and grabbed one in each hand, squeezing them and biting the nipples. Then Gary got on top of Janet and started fucking her in the ass! That surprised me, let me tell you. I didn't know people did that.
"Gary muttered to me, "Debbie, grab my balls."
"I did, and squeezed them the way Ray had been doing to Janet's tits. Instinct took over then, I guess, and I started licking his balls, rubbing my teeth very gently over them. Gary came then, and so did Janet. Ray didn't. We regrouped, with me on the bottom, and Ray's prick in my cunt. Gary put his prick in my mouth while he finger-fucked Janet. Ray and I came together.
"We spent a couple of hours like this, trying out different positions and combinations and variations. It was absolutely terrific!
"From then on, at least twice a week we met at either Gary's or Ray's place. Sometimes just the three of us, sometimes with Janet. Occasionally, someone else would join us, mostly former students who had been counseled by Ray-both boys and girls, who had been a couple of years ahead of me in school.
"I got my recommendation for college. But I didn't want to go away to college anymore. One afternoon, I told Janet how I felt and I even cried a little. I just didn't want to leave them, not any of them.
"Janet put her arms around me, hugged and kissed me. "Don't be a silly little fool. Do you think you won't find people there who'll do all the things we do, and maybe even more besides? There's a great big world out there, Debbie, full of hard pricks and wet cunts, just waiting for you. All you have to do is find it' "
Debbie's willingness to accept sexual relations with her counselor in exchange for a recommendation for college that will enable her to fulfill parental ambitions reflects two aspects of an inadequate relationship with her parents, particularly with her father. Fear of her father's wrath should she fail to meet his expectations outweighs her own standards of what is right and what is wrong. Also, her reluctance to engage in coital activities with boys her own age vis a vis her acceptance of a like sexual relationship indicates her attitude toward dominance by an older male as the norm of human behavior. Karen Horney deals with similar cases, though not in a sexual context, in The Neurotic Personality of Our Time. Sigmund Freud, as all sex researchers are well aware, pioneered in his description of the Electra complex, of which Debbie is a classic example.
Debbie finds the sexual gentleness of her counselor a welcome alternative to the callowness and crudity exhibited by her would be teenage swains.
The fact that Debbie has never before experienced orgasm, even during extensive sex play, indicates an unhealthy degree of self-control, possibly the result of a lack of warmth and communication in her relationship with her mother. That associative problems with the female parent can distort the daughters sexual orientation has been apparent since the early investigations of Havelock Ellis, although it was decades before his work gained general credence.
Additionally, Debbie's ignorance of the physical manifestations of the female orgasm is indicative of an inadequate sex education, the fault of either or both her parents and her school.
Debbie's reluctance to discontinue her sexual activities with the two men at the end of each afternoon which they spent together additionally illustrates the lack of any other satisfying relationship in her life. The sense of warm companionship and of equal sharing is totally new to her. For what is probably the first time in her life she feels that she is an integral part of a close group, and derives from her acceptance by the two men an intense emotional satisfaction and awareness of self-worth.
The obviously compatible relationship between her counselor and his wife strengthens Debbie's steadily growing self-confidence. To a certain extent, Mr. and Mrs. R have become surrogate parents. Debbie's probable Electra orientation permits acceptance of this parental image despite the clearly nonparental nature of their mutual relationships.
Debbie may or may not find a similar group sex situation in college which will be acceptable to her. In all-likelihood, Debbie will eventually marry an older man and adapt successfully to a monogamous marital relationship.
"It all started at a drive-in movie. I don't even remember what the movie was. Nobody was watching the screen. Dave, my steady, and I were double-dating with Bob and Ellen. We'd double-dated a lot, because Bob's father had a big four-door sedan which gave us all plenty of room to move around in. Dave and I were in the back seat, doing what we always did at drive-in movies. His fly was open and my panties were off and we were playing with each other like mad. Bob and Ellen were doing the same thing in the front seat.
"We were always careful to keep our fun and games below the waist at drive-ins. A couple of kids had been caught once with their blouses and bras off, and there was hell to pay when the finks at the drive-in reported it to the school and their parents found out about it. For that kind of thing, we always went to somebody's house when we knew we'd be alone, or else we checked into one of the quickie motels out along the old highway that had been all but abandoned when the new freeway went through.
"We couldn't always afford a motel, though, and parents didn't go out every night of the week, so we were pretty much restricted to drive-in movies and dead-end streets.
"At intermission, the boys zipped themselves up and went to get popcorn and cokes. Ellen and I stayed in the car, feeling pretty good. She was really turned on that night, and started playing with herself just to keep up the steam until Bob got back and could do it to her.
"And then I had this great idea. I leaned over the seat and tapped Ellen on the shoulder.
"Quit bugging me," she muttered. "Can't you see I'm busy?'
"But listen," I insisted. "I know how we can make it even better." "So how?'
"I giggled. "Let's swap."
"You mean... swap? You with Bob and me with Dave?'
"Why not? It might me fun."
"Ellen had scratched herself into a wild orgasm by then, and was panting a little.
"Yeah, it might be. But we can't afford it tonight."
"So what's to afford?" I asked.
"Ellen turned around and glared at me. "We'd have to go to a motel, and you know damn well none of us has that much bread. And I'll be damned if I'll do it in this dumb car. Suppose somebody came around and saw us paired off the wrong way?'
"I hadn't thought of that. My great idea would have to wait.
"Next day, I cornered Ellen between classes. "Why don't we try it, what we were talking about last night. The next time we go to the motel."
"Okay by me," she said, and winked at me. "Do you think the boys will go along with it?'
"You know damn well they will. They'll do anything we want them to. Well, won't they?'
"I was right and she knew it. As it turned out, we didn't have to go to the motel after all. Bob's parents were both going out to some plush party, and the house would be available. Usually, we took separate bedrooms. But this time it was going to be different.
"We had a few beers as usual, and Dave started pulling at my clothes. Ellen reached out and slapped at his hand. "Hey there, how about trying some of that with me?'
"Dave was startled, but Ellen pushed me away and grabbed his hands and stuffed them under her bra. "I can be fun, too, you know," she said.
"Dave looked a little guilty, but Ellen was persistent. I crawled over to Bob, who was a little high, and started to unzip his fly. "Why don't you try it with me tonight?" He looked a little dazed.
"Ellen might not like it," he muttered, pushing at my hand which was inside his shorts and tickling his cock.
"Oh, I don't think she'll mind. Just take a look."
"Ellen had Dave's pants off by now, and he had her pretty well stripped down for action. Bob and I watched, my hand wrapped around his cock, pulling and pushing at it.
"Hey, that looks good," Bob said. "Do it now, right here, so Chris and I can watch."
"Dave and Ellen obliged. He climbed on top of her and rammed it into her, just like he always did to me. It was a pretty good show, but what the hell. Fucking was no spectator sport. I'd got Bob to the point where he had a big hard-on, and we undressed each other and started banging away right there on that big plush wall-to-wall carpet. Bob started to come, and I yelped, "Not yet!" Then, I wrapped my legs around his waist and we both rolled over until I was on top. I like it better that way. Bob came almost immediately, while I was still pounding away at him.
"Feeling frustrated, I got off him and put his hand on my cunt. He could do that much for me at least. He understood what I wanted, and started finger-fucking me good. I have to admit he was better at it than Dave was.
"Ellen giggled, and said, "Hey, that looks like fun. Let's join the party," She sort of slithered along the floor, and started working on Bob's cock with her hands and her teeth, coaxing him into another good hard. Dave wasn't going to be left out of things, so he started finger-fucking Ellen.
"It was wild, absolutely wild! I came while Bob had his hand up my cunt. Ellen was chewing away on his cock and Dave was scratching hell out of Ellen's pussy. I joined in and started doing a blowjob on Dave.
"We'd have kept going all night, but knew that we had to stop before Bob's folks got home. Their parties never lasted late.
"We gathered up our clothes and got back into them. Then we just sort of sat around looking at each other. None of us had ever done anything like this before and didn't quite know what to say about it. We walked out to the car, not talking. Bob drove us all home. There weren't even any mad good night kisses. We just muttered something like 'see you tomorrow," and that was that.
"Next day at school, we still weren't talking much. Ellen got me off alone and asked if I thought we ought to try it again. I was all for it, and so was Bob. Dave pulled out, though. He weaseled up some crummy excuse for breaking our standing Saturday night date, and I figured I'd have to look around for a looser guy.
"By Saturday, though, I hadn't found anybody, so Bob and Ellen asked me to tag along with them. We wound up back at Bob's place-his folks are always running around somewhere with their square pals-and we tried to keep the action going as a threesome. It wasn't too good. First Bob and Ellen balled while I watched, then Bob screwed me while Ellen watched. That didn't work, since neither Ellen nor I dug sitting around playing with ourselves while the other one had a big fat cock in her cunt.
"We tried to work out a sort of triple play, with Bob fucking one of us while licking the other one's pussy. Besides, Bob wasn't up to taking on the two of us at once. We just had to dig up some fresh talent. And Ellen and I privately agreed that if it had to be three on a match, two guys and one girl was a better combination.
"The three of us got together Sunday afternoon and talked it over. We decided the most-likely candidate to join our little circle was Wayne, who had just broken up with his long-time steady and was probably getting pretty hard up for a few pieces of tail. We got him to join us for a few beers a couple of nights later, and he didn't beg off when Bob suggested that we adjourn to our favorite motel. Boy, were we surprised when he insisted on two rooms! This sure wasn't what we had in mind.
"We took the two rooms, and moved into one of them with Wayne, while Bob and Ellen took the other one, looking smug and snickering a little at me. I just shrugged. What could I do? Wayne turned out to be a very good lay, as far as he went. But that wasn't very far. For some stupid reason, he thought there was something wrong with taking all your clothes off while fucking. He kept his shirt and socks on, for Pete's sake! And he expected me to shed just what was needed for him to get his cock into me.
"He only had one trick-get on top and screw one lousy screw. And that was that. No wonder his steady dumped him! I have to admit that I came twice to his once, and his cock was pretty damn big. But a girl-likes a little variety in her sex life. Wayne was definitely not going to be a permanent member of our happy little group.
"Second time around we hit pay dirt right off. Johnny played the field, and always had. He never let himself be tied down to any one chick. He asked me to go to a wild party Friday night, and I said yes. It looked like it was up to me to audition groovy-looking and flexible candidates, and Johnny looked like a good bet.
"We made out, but good. Johnny used his fingers and his tongue on my cunt and he sucked my love box with lust. Another guy let me suck his cock at the same time until he came in my mouth. Then I could feel someone licking my ass-hole while Johnny was screwing me. Johnny was better than either Wayne or Dave. He got a sort of a wiggle and a twist in it that was absolutely stupendous! And that guy who was licking my ass-hole was making my pussy juice flow even more. But Johnny was more what I had in mind.
"We were sort of putting ourselves back together when I asked him if he wanted to have some more fun. I told him there was another party going on, at ye olde faithful motel. He was game, and we drove over. Bob and Ellen were waiting for us. Johnny looked a little surprised, since both of them were stark naked and we sort of interrupted things. He didn't need a road map, though, to show him what the score was. We both shed our clothes and hopped into bed with the other two. Boy, did things get wild.
"Bob was hungrily eating my pussy and swallowing my joy juice while Ellen was devouring his cock. And Johnny was fucking Ellen in the ass-all at the same time. We alternated for hours between twosomes, threesomes and foursomes. It was just great. This time there was no feeling of stupid embarrassment afterwards, just a nice, friendly, warm-all-over sort of thing.
"The four of us-Bob, Ellen, Johnny and me-kept at it for a couple of months. Some of the other kids started to wonder why it was always the four of us together everyplace instead of two twos. But we brushed them off. Nobody had the slightest idea of what we were really doing or how much fun we were having.
"Pretty soon, we started to wonder what it would be like if there were more than four of us. But that made problems. One bed wouldn't comfortably hold more than four, not even one of those super king-size jobs. The motel would think it was pretty fishy with us all shacked up in one room. Cars were out, "and we were all afraid things might get out of hand if we used one of our own homes. Besides, parents always kick up a fuss about that sort of thing.
"So the main problem was to find a place. It took a couple of weeks, but Johnny tracked down an old house on the edge of town that had been deserted for years and years. It was pretty run down, but there were no other houses real close to it so we could have all the privacy we wanted. There was no electricity or running water or heat or anything, and no furniture. So we decided we'd have to fix the place up before we invited 'guests' in to join our fun.
"We scrounged sleeping bags and old blankets and even a couple of discarded mattresses. We got a lot of candles, and a few of those lantern things that campers use. We painted all the windows with black enamel, so nobody could see in. Beer and food we could bring in whenever we needed it.
"When we were all ready, we went carefully over long lists of all the kids we knew who might be interested, and finally settled on asking one steady couple to come over to 'our place' for a beer bust. They came, they saw, they loved it! Boy, if four was twice as good as two, six was ten times better! Nobody ever got left out, and we tried out everything on everybody else.
"During the next couple of months, we expanded the group to about twenty kids. We formed a big long daisy chain of muff-diving and cock-sucking. Nobody had to worry about pairing off, nobody had to have a special date to come, and everybody could come or not come whenever they wanted. We did just about everything. One time I was fucked in my pussy, my ass, and my mouth at the same time, I was shaking with orgasms as hot come from three guys exploded inside me. There were usually about ten people in the place on any one night, sometimes more, sometimes less. But always enough to go around. It wasn't an every-night thing, and only the original four had keys to the place, so everybody had to clear things through us if they wanted a party.
"Then one morning, all hell broke loose. "Wild Sex Orgies Uncovered" screamed the morning headlines. Somebody had got curious about all the cars parked around an empty house at night and called the cops. That was the end of big parties for us. I guess it really scared us, coming so close to getting caught.
"But we had put together a real swinging group of groovy people. We sort of went back to random foursomes, nobody pairing off regularly with any one person. We just got together casual like, whenever we felt like it, with whoever felt like it at the same time. It wasn't as much fun, but it was a lot safer.
"So that's the way things stand now. We're waiting. School will be out soon, and some of the kids will be graduating and getting jobs. And that means they'll be getting pads of their own, away from parents and stuff like that. And when that happens, watch out! We'll really be back in operation again on a big scale. And that's the way I like it!"
Chris deviates considerably from what may be considered the norm for teenage female sexuality. She has, however, found her place in a peer group in which her attitudinal and behavioral patterns are accepted.
She is, in fact, a leader of her group. This is indicated by the fact that it is she who proposes that the two couples "swap" and that her proposal is readily accepted by the other three.
Further evidence of her own acceptance of her peer leadership may be found in her preference for the female-dominant or superior position in coitus.
Her immediate severance of an established relationship with the boy who declined to continue with the group activities she initiated reinforces the conclusion that Chris sees herself fulfilling a leadership role among her peers. She expects to have her demands carried out and rejects as inadequate to her needs those who reject her self-established domination.
In this, Chris is perhaps re-enacting the relationship between her parents. It is quite-likely that her mother is the stronger of the two, and that her father maintains a posture subservient to his wife.
Chris as peer-group leader is further evidenced in the acceptance of her judgment when a fourth member must be found to complete the sexual circle she and her friends have established.
As the group expands, Chris consistently maintains her domination over the others. She guides the selection of adequate premises for their activities. She supervises the selection of acceptable newcomers. The degree of authority she exercises over the others is most unusual in one her age, particularly so, since she is female and her leadership is readily accepted by the males in her circle.
All of the sexual acrobatics of Chris and her young friends are extreme extensions of what may be considered acceptable in a one-to-one relationship. They are, however, aware of the fact that their activities are definitely not acceptable to society at large. They fear discovery, and go to great lengths to preserve the secrecy of their group behavior.
Chris herself accepts the fact that her behavior would not be favorably received by her parents and others she considers to be in a position of authority over her. However, she rejects their anticipated condemnation of her actions and continues in her life pattern. It is highly un-likely that Chris will ever become an "accepted" member of society as she will continue to regard societal norms as incompatible with her behavioral pattern, and she will be unable to effect such a radical alteration in her lifestyle as would force it to conform to the standards of others.
Chris and her companions differ radically from the norm among swingers in respect to age, at least according to the data collected by James R. and Lynn G. Smith, of the University of California at Berkeley, since 1966. Only four percent of the "swingers" these researchers observed were below the age of twenty-one, while the norm for women was twenty-eight. Chris does, however, exhibit the "Sherfey Syndrome," (the multiple-partner, multi-orgasmic female described by Dr. Sherfey) well catalogued by this former student of Dr. Alfred Kinsey.
Chris's disparity from the norm is too great to anticipate any return or adjustment to societal conformity on her part. She will probably never be able to accept monogamy as a viable lifestyle. In all-likelihood, she will never marry. Should she enter a pair-bond relationship, her choice of partner would be restricted. Chris requires a mate weaker than herself, one who will conform to her sexual demands.
It is also possible that Chris will find a woman who meets her strict requirements and enter, at least temporarily, a lesbian lifestyle. This would be, however, no more than an externalization of her dominance drive, and she would continue to require males for total satisfaction. Whatever the future holds for Chris, she will almost certainly continue her group sex activities for her personal ultimate in sexual satisfaction. Her partner in whatever pairbond she forms will undoubtedly be required to join in such acts.
Conclusion
Perform! Push! Achieve! This is the tribal chant of a stress-promoting, achievement-oriented society-our society. And we wonder why the heart attack is the nation's number one killer. We have not learned to relax-not even when it comes to sex. It is this stress on performance, together with the distorted emphasis on sexuality, that has been carried over into the peer groups of young people today. Schoolgirls have compared the pressure of sexual performance with the stress of "getting into college." One girl described her virginity as a "burden."
That schoolgirls rush into sexual relations without giving themselves the chance to develop mature relationships or to understand their own sexuality is evidenced in the cases of Lisa (Chapter One) and Helen (Chapter Two). Their desperate need for affection and their reliance on sex as a substitution for other needs-identity, parental images, social acceptance, establishment of personal worth, and security-stem largely from feelings of rejection in their families. But their neuroses, like those of so many other girls-rooted in early conditioning-are often compounded by what Putney and Putney have described as the self-defeating sexualization of self-worth and needs for intimacy in our society. And it is this magnified emphasis on sexuality that is transposed into the social pressures of "average" schoolgirls from middle-class families and into the codes of gangs and delinquent schoolgirls. Helen (Chapter Two) tragically believes that sexual acceptance is connected to personal worth-that sexual popularity extends into more socially oriented facets of her life. It is significant that she was left lying alone in the middle of an abandoned warehouse. When the gang was through with her sexually, it was through with her socially. Genital relationships were more important than mature interpersonal relationships.
The reliance on sexual relations as substitutions for parental images and needs for parental affection is overwhelmingly demonstrated throughout the case histories of this volume. Lisa (Chapter One), Barbara (Chapter Three), Simone (Chapter Four), and Debbie (Chapter Five) are desperately seeking father's love. Substitutions for parental love assumed deviant behavioral patterns in the cases of Helen (Chapter Two) and Nancy (Chapter Three), as both girls sought gratification of symbolic needs through lesbianism.
In the broader social perspective, another factor is significant in the sexual behavior of schoolgirls today. Woman is no longer that frail, shy, demure, and totally passive creature of the past. Frail? She outlives the male and outperforms him sexually. Shy, demure, and totally passive? Only the stereotypes remain as changing social attitudes and the promotion of woman's sexual and economic equality have placed her into a more aggressive role. The role of sexual aggressor is even more prominent among females in high schools and colleges today.
Female aggressiveness is evidenced throughout the case histories, but it is acutely pronounced in the case of Barbara (Chapter Three) and particularly in the case of Chris (Chapter Five). Chris, as the multiple-partner, multiorgasmic type, represents the culmination of schoolgirl promiscuousness and the logical extreme of the female's new sexual role. Not only is she the aggressor, she is the leader of her peer group, and the degree of authority she exercises is readily accepted by the males in her circle.
Schoolgirls, then, in increasing numbers, are becoming more promiscuous and more aggressive. Countless schoolgirls engage in oralism without hesitation or the guilt of older generations. They are influenced by (I) the erotization of the social backdrop, (2) the pressures of achievement-oriented society translated into sexual performance, (3) the cultural distortion of sexuality that connects genital relationships to self-worth, (4) early conditioning and parental images, (5) the pressures of their peer groups, and (6) the general atmosphere of permissiveness in our society. With this background, the emotional problems frequently encountered among schoolgirls are (I) the diffusion of identity, (2) the reliance on sex as a substitution for other needs, (3) the employment of sex as a form of escape-particularly demonstrated in the case of Helen (Chapter Two)-and (4) the traumas that result from ignorance about their partners and their own sexuality.
It is hoped that these case histories have shed some light on the social problems of today and on the individual needs of young people in our high schools and colleges.
