Occasionally I receive in the mail a cassette cartridge sent by someone who had seen my ad in one of the sex tabloids. In that ad I asked for true sex experiences for use in books such as this.
I have received a number of letters, long and short, and rarely a tape recording.
But today's youth are oriented more to talking and tape than to writing and the printed word. It is part of the technological/electronic evolution of our culture and society.
The cassette mentioned above was an hour long and tells the story of Perry and Ruthie, brother and sister. It was narrated by the brother. He has a rather nasal, slurred young tenor voice.
I had to edit the transcription a bit; word for word it was too long, too rambling, too incoherent in places.
But what you are about to read is ninety-nine percent as it was spoken into the microphone.
When reading this account, please remember that it is Perry's version. He makes out Ruthie as the aggressor, it could be; activity such as he describes has been known to happen.
Here, then, is the story of ten-year-old Ruthie and seventeen-year-old Perry. I have changed names. The speaker may have altered names, too.
"My little sister Ruthie is real crazy, I think, the way she acts. She's crazy about my peter. She always likes to pull it out of my pants and play with it."
"She's ten years old – almost eleven now, but she was just past her tenth birthday when she started this business. Something set her off and I don't know what."
"She's got little breasts already, which is pretty incredible in a way. But she's got them. She showed them to me right off in the bathroom when she started getting curious about my peter. She was real proud of them."
"She walked right in like she owned the place while I was in the tub. Dad was working overtime and Mom had just gone to the store. So Ruthie just opened the door and walked in and said, 'I've got tits! Want to see?'"
"I crossed my legs fast and used the washcloth to cover that area, too. It sort of blew my mind, her coming in like that. She got a look at my peter, too, before I could cover up. What really bothered me was that I had a pretty good stiff-on at the time. I was thinking about how my date was going to go that night if I had my way about it. Just dreaming about feeling her up good and maybe she'd get all steamy and want more."
"So I had a stiff. And I'm like Dad – I've got a helluva big one. I've seen him naked a couple times, and he's got a big one soft, so I guess I got mine from his genes. We're both tall and skinny and he's getting bald now so I guess I've got that to look forward to, too."
"Ruthie sort of takes after him, too, being tall for her age, and skinny, except she has Mom's gray-green eyes and curly reddish hair. My hair is more blond and just naturally wavy. And my eyes are blue."
"Anyway, there I was with my big peter showing for a split second when Ruthie came into the bathroom like that. And she got a look at it. And she asks me if I want to see her tits. It was like she was showing off a present or something."
"I said, 'Hey – you shouldn't walk in on a guy like this.'"
"She said, 'I don't care. What are you covering up for? I already saw it.'"
"I said, 'Why do you want to show your tits?'"
"She said, 'I just do, that's all.' She had on a robe because it was her turn to take a bath after me. She started unbuttoning her robe from the bottom. She said, 'Don't you want to see them?'"
"I said, I'll look at them if you want to show them.'"
"So she kept on unbuttoning her robe, which was green with white trim and big white fuzzy buttons, and she held it open and there she was all naked."
"I looked at her crack first. She didn't have any hair on it yet. I could see the crack, too, all the way down into her legs, because her thighs are skinny and there's a gap between."
"Then I looked up at her tits. She doesn't have much – they're just starting. They're really only like small dumplings sitting on her chest, with little pink wrinkled centers."
"She said, 'Mom said I have to wear a bra pretty soon.'"
"I said I guessed Mom was right. Then Ruthie said, 'Let me see you now.'"
"I said, 'I don't think so.' She said why not, and I said, 'Because you're too young. You're only ten.'"
"She said, 'I've got tits! That proves I'm old enough.' She got down on her knees by the tub. 'Come on, Perry. Let me see it good once.'"
"So I said okay and took away the washcloth and uncrossed my legs and let her see it. I was soft by that time so I didn't care so much."
"She sort of looked real hard at it. She said, 'Get it up out of the water so I can see it all. I want to see your bag, too.'"
"Her robe was hanging open and was pouching open more and I could see her little breasts up close. I could have touched them then, but I didn't have any yen to. Later on I did, plenty. I mean, after she kept after me for a couple weeks, going farther and farther. Then things got sexy with her."
"But that first time, when I was in the tub, I didn't have any sexy feelings about her. I lifted my hips up so she could see my peter and my nuts good. She looked and looked and said, 'Make it get big.'"
"I said no. She asked why not. I said because she was too young and we shouldn't because it wasn't right for her and me to do things and see each other naked too much. But she wouldn't listen. She just said over and over she wanted to see it big and hard, and she reached down and grabbed it."
"It was a weird feeling when Ruthie touched my peter. It was like a small electric shock went through me. And it felt good, just that second. It was the first time a girl ever touched it. I could never get a girl on a date to feel it even if I was fingering her."
"I pushed Ruthie's hand away and said, 'Don't,' but she kept on trying to grab it with both hands. She was laughing and giggling and I was getting mad and swearing. And I could feel my peter getting bigger from all the flopping around and her getting her fingers on it every few seconds and everything. It started to really swell up and get stiff."
"Ruthie said, 'It's doing it!' And she stopped trying to get at it. She just looked."
"I guess I'm kind of proud of my peter, too. I let her see it. It was creeping up my belly, getting longer and longer and thicker and thicker and harder and harder. It actually gets to be seven and a half inches long, and it curves a little to my right, like a boomerang, and it tapers down to a kind of small head and it's real thick at the root."
"Ruthie said, 'Wow… is that the way they all get? That big?'"
"I bragged and said I probably had the biggest one in my gym class. I said most guys had peters only about two-thirds my size."
"She started to reach for it again, but just then we heard Mom's car come up the driveway and go into the garage. The driveway runs right past the bathroom."
"Ruthie jumped up and ran out. I had to get halfway out of the tub to reach out and shut the bathroom door again the way it should have been."
"But I guess Ruthie was fascinated by my big size or something. Whenever we were alone, she wanted to see it again, and she'd grab for it in my pants, and giggle, just to bug me, I think."
"One night around nine o'clock when I was in my room doing some homework reading in Social Sciences, I heard the floor creak in the hail and Ruthie came in. She said she was bored stupid with the old movie Mom and Dad were watching."
"I was lying on my bed with my head propped up with a couple pillows and I sort of sensed from the way she smiled and came across to the bed that she was going to start grabbing again."
"She did, too. She said, 'Let me see it again, Perry. I want to make it get big again."
"I asked why, and she said just because she liked to watch it grow. I told her mom or dad might come in, but she said we'd hear the boards creak first and the bathroom was at the other end of the hall where they'd be likely to go. She said I'd have plenty of time to zip up."
"She was right, but it wasn't right to let my sister play with my peter, even if she wanted to."
"But I liked the way it felt when she touched it. I started to get stiff just thinking about her grabbing it. I couldn't figure out why she was so queer for feeling up my peter."
"Anyway, I unzipped my jeans and she got her hand in before I could and started grabbing and pulling and working it out of my underpants."
"It got stiffer and stiffer while she was hauling it out."
"Finally she had it out and it was almost a hundred percent hard right then. She squeezed it and asked if it hurt and could I pee if it was hard like that, and what made it get so big. Dumb questions mostly. All this time she was playing with it, and starting to move the skin up and down. Then she said she wished she was a boy so she could grow one, too."
"She said she would give me her breasts and crack if she could have my peter. She said she thought her peter was cut off by the doctors when she was born so Mom and Dad could have a little girl. She said Dad told her they made a deal with the doctor to have a baby girl."
"I told her that was just a joke and doctors can't change a baby's sex just by cutting off anything. I said it was glands and genes and everything too complicated."
"She just kept on watching my peter and playing with it. She was really getting me excited. It felt good. I didn't want her to stop, but I was scared somebody would come down the hall and catch us."
"Then Ruthie asked me if I jerked off like she heard boys do a lot."
"I said, 'Once in a while.' I was ashamed to admit I did it practically every night, sometimes during the day, too."
"She asked, 'Do you squirt stuff?'"
"I nodded, and she said real quick, 'Do it now. I want to see it.'"
"Something made me say she could make it squirt if she jerked me off, and she said, 'How do I do it?'"
"I said, 'Just jerk the skin up and down like you've been doing, only faster.'"
"She started doing it real fast. I had to make her slow down. I showed her how to hold my peter and told her not to squeeze too hard. She was eager to do it right so she could make me squirt."
"After a minute of my showing her how and telling her, she got the right hold on it and the right speed and, God, I started to get super-stiff and tingly right away. Getting jerked off by somebody else, especially a girl, is the best way to get jerked off there is."
"Ruthie jerked my peter just right and after a half minute she asked how long it took, and I said, I'm almost there now.' And I was. I made her stop and dig my hanky out of my pants pocket. I spread it on my shirt front. Then she started again and said, 'Tell me when it's going to come out.'"
"She pumped me faster and watched and watched and I got that tight powerful good sensation that got stronger and stronger until I was all stiff and holding my breath and my peter was like a rock in her jerking hand. It was a terrific feeling. Stronger than I ever got from doing it myself."
"I told her, 'Here it comes,' and the stuff shot out like a bullet and hit the wall above the end of the bed over my head. Then another load of it almost hit me in the face. It landed on the pillow."
"Ruthie stopped jerking me and I was cheated of a lot of sensation. But she was surprised. Her eyes were real big. She said, 'Gee… wow… it really shoots, doesn't it?' She watched the stuff pump out and run down onto her fingers. 'Is there more?' She giggled. 'It missed your hanky. How come?'"
"I said, 'I don't know. I never shot that far before.'"
"She said, 'I bet it's because I was jerking it off.' She took her hand from my peter and looked real close at the stuff on her fingers. She smelled it and wrinkled her nose. She watched me wipe the pillow and wall. I handed the hanky to her and she wiped her hand."
"Ruthie asked, 'Can you do that again?'"
"I said, 'Yes, but it takes a long time and I don't squirt much the second time.'"
"She said, 'I wish I could squirt.'"
"I said, 'You can't squirt, but you can get the same strong good feeling. You can come. Haven't you tried to masturbate?' I stuffed my softened peter back into my underpants and zipped up. I was safe."
"Ruthie said, 'Sure. I diddle myself a lot. Dorothy showed me how a year ago. She tells me all about sex and things. She's fourteen.' She finished wiping her hand and smelled her fingers again. She said, 'If that stuff gets inside a girl's crack far enough she can get pregnant, can't she?'"
"I said yes. She said, 'I want to jerk you off again pretty soon. I like to see you shoot. It feels good to jerk your peter like that. I like it. Do you want me to do it again?'"
"I nodded. I sure as hell did. I didn't care if she was my sister or not."
"She smiled and said, 'Okay, and I'll let you put your finger in me and diddle me if you want to.' She hopped off the bed. She said, 'That was fun.' And she went out and I heard the hall floor creak and heard her go into the bathroom and wash her hands. After that, she went into her own room."
"It took me a while to get interested in reading my social studies book again."
"The next time something like that happened was three days later, on a Saturday. Dad went off all day to fish and Mom went downtown to shop. I was supposed to go over to the park to play some baseball with the guys, and Ruthie was supposed to go over to a girl friend's house for a sewing lesson, later."
"So there we were all alone in the house."
"I was in the kitchen raiding the refrigerator when she came in and real quick groped for my peter. I didn't stop her. I'd been thinking this would be a perfect time to do something, if she started it."
"I took an apple from the crisper while she squeezed my peter through my pants. She said, 'It's getting hard already. Want me to jerk you off? You want to diddle me?'"
"I said sure, okay. She took an apple too and we went into my room. She took a bite of her apple and said, 'You take down your pants and I'll take down mine.'"
"So we did. We lay on my bed side by side and she started jerking my peter slow and easy while I started fingering her."
"It was the third time I'd ever gotten to do it with a girl, so I knew what to do. Every girl has a little sex button in her crack that's like the head of a man's peter, only it's real small and sometimes real hard to find. But it wasn't hard to find Ruthie's. Hers was a stiff little bump and she told me when I touched it with my finger. 'Rub me there. That's my hot spot.'"
"She was sticky-wet inside her crack and that made it easy to rub."
"We had our heads propped up with pillows and we were chomping away on our apples. I asked Ruthie if she could come from the way I was diddling her and she nodded and said sure, in a minute. So I kept it up. It was easy, just rubbing the end of my finger over that little hard bump in her crack near the top."
"And she kept up jerking on my peter, too, and she had a smooth way of doing it. I was all hard and tight and getting that special feeling. I hadn't masturbated for three days, hoping we'd have a chance. I had a big load in me ready to shoot."
"I finished my apple and dug my hanky out of my pocket. Ruthie asked me, 'Is it close?' I said yeah, and she said to stop diddling her, to finish her off afterward, so she could really jerk me off good."
"She got up on her knees on the bed by my side and really started pumping me up and down fast and hard and good. God!"
"The feeling got stronger and stronger. I started to get all tense. Then she shifted to her other hand and it felt even better, if you can imagine – it was something about the way her fingers gripped my peter."
"Anyway, I just barely remembered to hold my hanky up over my peter to keep the stuff from shooting all over me and the bed and everything, but Ruthie said, 'No, don't! I want to see it shoot up.' And she pushed my hand away."
"So that's what happened. I said, real tense like, 'Okay, then, you clean it up.' And she said she would, so I pulled my shirt up and just closed my eyes and let it, build up and it just about wiped me out when it hit – God! I just let it happen! It felt like my guts were shooting up out of my peter."
"Ruthie kept on pumping me till I was all pumped out. I had to stop her. She said, 'You had an awful lot!' She giggled. 'It went up higher than my head!' She took my hanky and wiped her hand and wiped up the stuff on my belly and on the bedspread."
"She said, 'Can I keep it?' She meant my hanky. I asked why and she said she just wanted to, that's all. I didn't see why she wanted it – it smelled like that stuff smells and it would get all stiff when it dried, but I didn't care, so I said be my guest."
"So then we went back to me diddling her and her with her left hand on my peter, just slowly jerking the skin up and down."
"I'd never fingered a girl all the way off and I wanted to, so I tried to do Ruthie just the way she liked it best. I rubbed that little bump up and down and then around in little circles. She liked the little circle rub, and so I kept that up and she started breathing real fast and she started pumping me faster, too, without knowing it, I think."
"She turned her head then and watched her hand pump my peter. She stared at my peter and she made funny little sounds and she was breathing faster and faster and her crack was all wet and sloppy and she jerked her hips some, too."
"Then she kind of went all loose and limp and relaxed and her hand slowed down and stopped, so I slowed down my finger and started poking around in her crack."
"I found her hole… her vagina, I guess it is… and stuck my finger in, but she pushed my hand away. She said she didn't like it. She said, 'Can you go off again?'"
"I said I guessed I could if she could keep jerking me long enough. I still had a stiff-on."
"So she grabbed a hold again and started pumping me and I slipped my hand over her dress and down between her legs again and got my finger into her crack – she was still real wet – and started fingering her hot little bump again."
"I hate to admit it, but it was fun. I told myself it wasn't so terrible to just fool around with mutual masturbation with her. It wasn't hurting anybody. It wasn't like I was screwing her, so it didn't matter if she was my sister. And besides, it was her idea every time. She started it each time."
"I was only about halfway to going off again when Ruthie started to act funny – breathing fast and jerking me fast and staring at my peter that way. She went off even stronger than her first time, I guess, because the noises she made in her throat were louder, and she really went limp afterwards, and she smiled real nice at me."
"She said, 'I want to go zam like that when you squirt.' She kept on pumping me."
"I was close by then, too, because her going off from my finger rubbing almost made me come at the same time, so I told her I was close and she slowed down and told me to do her again."
"So we got each other close and we were both tense and breathing fast and just about there, you know, and we looked at each other and I said, 'If you go fast now…' And she sort of whispered, 'Fast circles!' and nodded and pumped me fast."
"It happened the way she wanted – we both went off at the same time. I had a lot more stuff left in me. She kept her eyes glued to my peter all the time and I watched, too, while I fingered her. I think my peter got up close to eight inches it was so big and hard. She had to constantly regrip with her hand because her fingers and thumb weren't long enough to get hardly more than halfway around it, especially around it near the bottom where it was thickest."
"So I shot off again and a lot of it got on her hand and I was gasping and panting and she was, too, and sort of going 'Uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh.' It's impossible to say what it sounded like, but she sure enjoyed going off with me that way and seeing me squirt."
"Then she did a weird thing. It made my stomach heave a little. She smelled the stuff again on her hand and then she got a dreamy look in her eyes and she stuck her tongue out and tasted it!"
"Ruthie made a kind of face, but she didn't spit it out. She swallowed it. Then she came back to normal and used my hanky again to wipe my peter and her hand."
"I said, 'Why did you lick that stuff?'"
"She wouldn't answer. She just shrugged and said, 'I guess you can't do it anymore for a while, can you?' And she picked up her apple and took a bite and pulled up her panties and hopped off the bed. Then she reached over and grabbed my soft peter and said, 'This is mine now. It's mine. I get to make it squirt all the time. I'll jerk it off any time you want me to. Just tell me.' She said it like she meant it. She patted my peter and looked at me very serious. Then she walked out of my room and went next door for that sewing lesson on the next door lady's sewing machine."
"That night with Mom and Dad in the house, she stuck her head in my door and asked if her peter wanted to be jerked off again. That's the way she said it: her peter. I said we'd better wait till the next day. I could have squirted again, but I was leery of letting her do it with Mom and Dad home. Knowing they could walk in and catch us red-handed was a turnoff."
"So we didn't have a good chance to do anything until after school the next Tuesday. Dad was into his overtime bag again and Mom went to visit some woman for an hour or so."
"Ruthie was home from school early – one o'clock or something like that – on a half-day schedule. So she was waiting for me when I came in at three. She told me Dad was going to work till nine and Mom was over across town visiting her friend till five, so we had a lot of time."
"Ruthie's eyes were dancing. She said, 'How does my peter feel? Does it want to squirt good?'"
"I went along with it. I said, 'It sure does. Does my crack want my finger?'"
"She grinned and nodded. And so we went into my bedroom and I pulled down my pants and she took down her panties."
"We hopped on my bed and started to fool around. She asked, 'Did you save your stuff for me?'"
"'Yeah… the tank's full to the brim.' We kind of laughed. She started to jerk me off, smooth and fast. It felt great. It was worth waiting for. I figured she'd want to jack me off twice and I was all for it."
"I crossed my arm over, under hers, and started to finger her crack. She was wet real quick and I started rubbing her sex bump with my fingertip. She made a little 'Umm!' good feeling sound."
"Then I don't know why I said it. I guess I heard some guys at school talking about one of the senior girls they said would suck off any guy who took her out to a dinner and a show. Anyway, I said, 'Hey, Ruthie, why don't you try putting your peter in your mouth?'"
"She looked at me funny, surprised, and I had a shit-eating smile I know, and I blushed. I could feel my face get hot."
"But she looked at my peter and kept on jerking it and said, 'Maybe I will… maybe I will. I never thought of it.'"
"But she didn't do it that day. She just kept on moving the skin up and down and I kept on fingering in her wet crack until she got hot and hotter and came."
"When she went off, she whispered, 'Squirt now, Perry… squirt." And her hand flipped faster and fester and her fingers gripped tighter.
"She wriggled up closer to me and she was warm and nice. Her skinny hips were jerking against my finger."
"I worked my right arm around her and pressed my face against her chest. I could feel the small softness of her little breasts through her dress. They were warm."
"My peter was hard as a rock and it was tingling, building up the charge for a big, powerful orgasm. But that time I didn't squirt until she was over her own coming. She was getting quiet and taking deep slow exhaling breaths and her hand was looser and slower."
"I had to tell her, 'I'm there – ' and she did her best – she jerked faster and harder and watched as I shot my load all over."
"I had my eyes closed, but I felt a gob land on my neck. I was gasping and digging my finger deep into her hole – right into her vagina. It was easy. There wasn't anything in the way."
"Ruthie kept jerking me until I said stop, and then she said, 'Don't stick your finger in me like that! I don't like it. It hurts.'"
"I said I was sorry. I watched her as she played with my stuff with her fingers, and smelled it again and then pulled up her dress and slip and smeared some of it over her little pink nipples. She said, 'This won't make me have a baby, will it?'"
"I said no. I thought it was a weird thing to do, frankly."
"Then we had to clean up. It was a mess. She didn't remember to aim my peter straight up, and I had squirted all over me and all over the bed."
"She wiped it up, but my shirt was all spotted and wet and I had to put it in the laundry and hope Mom wouldn't see the dried spots and know what they were."
"We wiped a spot on the bedspread but it didn't do much good – the stuff was all soaked in."
"When I jerk off by myself I put a hanky the head of my peter when I'm shooting off."
"When I complained about it to Ruthie, she said she'd do better next time. She pulled her dress and slip up again to her neck, you know just under her armpits, to show me how much her breasts had grown, but I couldn't see any difference, except maybe the nipples were sticking out a tiny bit more. They had a glazed look – the nipples – from the dried stuff she had coated them with."
"She asked me to play with them. So I did, some. I liked to hold them both in my hands. They were like soft oranges, about that size. Small halves of oranges. And smooth and very warm. I could feel her heartbeat in one. Her heart was thumping away pretty fast. Faster than mine."
"She put her hand down between my legs and played with my nuts. She held them in her hand and warmed them that way, and jiggled them a little with her fingers. For some reason, her doing that got to me and my peter started to grow up my belly again, getting long and hard."
"She said, 'Hey, my peter looks like it wants to get jacked off again.'"
"I guess I didn't like her way of talking that way – like my peter was hers. So I said, 'Your peter wants you to suck him.'"
"No, he doesn't."
"Yes, he does."
"She put her ear down close to the pee hole and said, 'I don't hear him say anything.'"
"So I sort of whispered in a high voice, like a mouse, 'Suck me, Ruthie.'"
"She broke up, and I did, too. She said just a minute and went out to the bathroom and came back with a warm, soapy washcloth and a towel. She didn't say anything to me… she talked to my peter. 'Does my big peter want his mommy to suck him?' She washed it good. 'Does you want me to put you in my mouth? Your own mommy's mouth?'"
"It was funny but it sounded weird and it made me nervous. It was like I wasn't there at all, just her and my peter. She was doing it to bug me."
"She dried it with the towel and started jerking it slowly, real slow, nice and easy, getting it up real hard."
"I said, 'I guess I'll finger-fuck my crack a little bit.' And I worked my finger down into her pussy, in to where the opening was. First I rubbed up her sex button good. I figured if I got her hot she'd suck me."
"That's the way it worked, too. I got her so she was squirming around a lot and got her head closer and closer to my peter."
"I had to shift hands. I had to reach down behind her and under her skinny ass to find her crack to keep up the fingering. She was twisting around little by little. She was sort of crooning to my peter. She had it in both hands and was moving the skin up and down that way, and she stared at the opening. There was a drop of slippery clear stuff there from how hot I was and from her jerking."
"She was whispering to my peter and I couldn't make out her words. That was some game she was playing. It made me mad."
"I worked my middle finger over her sex bump for a bit, then slid it into her hole. It was hot and tight in there."
"Ruthie acted like she couldn't feel where I had my finger. She had her mouth real close to the head of my peter. She stuck out her tongue and touched the tip and tasted the stuff there. She whispered to my peter. I pushed my finger further into her hole, trying to find how deep I could get it in. I got my finger all the way in. I could feel the end of her hole, soft and bumpy. She gave a quick jerk when I touched a certain bumpy place way deep – I guess it was the entrance to her womb."
"She stuck her tongue out again and licked off the rest of the clear stuff at the end of my peter. Then she pulled my peter closer with both hands and put her lips on the head and sort of let it slide right into her mouth."
"It felt like nothing I'd ever felt before. If you can imagine dipping the head of your peter into warm taffy while it's being pulled. Then Ruthie started using her tongue and I forgot everything but what she was doing."
"She still had both hands on my peter and she had the head of it in her mouth, then she took more into her mouth, down to the top of her second hand. I guess she had about two inches of it in her mouth and it felt great. Her tongue was sliding around like she was still talking to it."
"She lifted her head away and licked her lips. She looked up at my face. 'Was it good? Did I do it right?'"
"Sure. Do it again."
"So she did. She kept her hands on it and she sucked at the end, licking and sucking like it was candy or ice cream or something."
"I started finger-fucking her, then. I started touching that bumpy spot deep inside her hole and she always gave a little jerk of her ass and she did wild things with her tongue with the head of my peter in her mouth."
"It was like touching her in there with the tip of my finger was turning her on someway. Then I figured out it was maybe that, too, but mostly it was the way the knuckle of my third finger was hitting her sex spot, her clitoris, each time I pushed my middle finger into her."
"Whatever it was, my ten-year-old sister really got going good on sucking me off. I mean, wow, did she ever work at it. And I was getting that tingle and that gut-tightness that you get just before you go off. I wanted to shoot my load right into her mouth. I didn't care if it tasted like shit to her, that's what I wanted – to pump that stuff down her throat if I could."
"The feeling of her mouth and tongue kept getting better and better. She must have known I was close the way I was sort of breathing-moaning."
"I couldn't shoot off in her mouth without warning her, though. I just couldn't. So I said, 'I'm almost there!' And I know she heard me."
"But Ruthie kept on sucking like crazy so I figured she wanted to get her mouth full of the stuff at least once."
"I let it build up in my guts and belly. My peter felt like a tower. She kept jerking me off and sucking those end two inches till I thought my brains were going to cook."
"I kept on jabbing my finger deep into her hole, too, faster and faster and harder and harder the closer I got to going off."
"At the end, when I was in that last ten seconds before shooting off, I was finger-fucking her like my finger was a piston, really fast. And my knuckle was popping on her clitoris good."
"But then I just came apart, you know? I just closed my eyes and let it go. I couldn't stop it anyway."
"Ruthie was sucking and sucking and I shot that stuff right up into her mouth. I didn't want to see it, but my eyes opened anyway and I saw her face when that first squirt went up. She had my peter all the way in to her hand and was swishing her tongue against it and I groaned and I could feel my guts or something contract and my peter sort of throbbed and jumped and that stuff flew up deep in her mouth."
"Her eyes were half closed but they opened fast and she sort of choked and her mouth opened wider and she made a split-second move to pull her mouth away, but then she didn't. For some reason she closed her mouth and closed her eyes tight and let the rest of it pump up into her mouth."
"I was holding my breath. My peter shot stuff again and again. She just kept her mouth clamped tight around the head and let it come. And the best part was her keeping her hands going up and down on my peter so I got the pleasure out of it all. It would have felt a lot better if she had really sucked and used her tongue when I shot off, but she didn't know enough – and I guess the shock of that first gob of stuff shooting into her mouth short-circuited her mind or something."
"When I had squirted it all out and the feeling was almost gone, she pulled her mouth off, but kept her lips tightly shut and kept all that stuff in her mouth."
"I saw her work her mouth and make a face and swallow it."
"My stomach turned over. I mean, I almost got sick. Maybe she did, too. I asked her why she did it and she didn't say why. She just said, 'It's mine, isn't it?'"
"I said, 'You want me to pee in your mouth, too?' She said that was different, and besides, she said, she wasn't going to suck me off anymore. She said, 'I only did it this once to see what it was like, that's all. Just to see.'"
"Can't you spit it out? It wouldn't be as bad that way."
"I know what I'll do next time. You wait and see."
"The next time was three days later. She didn't change any – she kept hanging around in my room, telling me not to jack off until she did it for me."
"We sort of arranged a date for the third day because we knew Dad over timed then and Mom took the time to visit her sister, so we'd have at least an hour all alone in the house."
"Ruthie kept telling me, 'Don't you do anything with my peter!' And I'd say, sarcastic, 'I have to pee once in a while, you know!' And she'd say, 'You know what I mean!'"
"She didn't want me to go out on a date, even. She really was ape over my peter… she really thought it was hers. She said it, too: 'It should have been mine. God put it on you and he should have waited and made me a boy.'"
"Anyway, the third day came and I hadn't jacked off and she winked at me that morning at the table. I kicked her on the leg."
"So I got home from school and she was waiting and we went to my room and she couldn't wait for me to get my pants down."
"She dug it out of my underpants and it was getting hard and she said, 'Umm, there's my big peter! Oh, and getting so nice and hard for me! Do you like your mommy's hand… hmmm?'"
"It was sort of sick. She treated it like a baby or a puppy or something."
"She said, 'You're going to feel good in a minute, big peter. I'm going to make you all well, Mommy's going to milk you and get all that white stuff out of you. Then you can get all soft again.'"
"She petted it and played with it and rubbed her cheeks against it and said how hot it was and kissed it a couple times, but she didn't suck it. I asked her to, but she wouldn't."
"She got off the bed and left the room. She said she'd be right back. She came back with an empty olive jar with the cap on."
"She said, 'You'll see,' when I asked what it was for. She sat next to me on my bed and played with my peter and sucked her lower lip and frowned and thought hard. Then she smiled and told me to get up on my hands and knees over her; 'her' peter was right close to her face."
"I did it quick. I thought she was going to suck me off again. But she started jerking me off in that position, with my peter sticking straight down toward her neck."
"It felt good that way, I've got to admit that. It was a different way to do it, and I had it figured – when I squirted it would be into the jar she had ready in her other hand."
"She jerked my skin up and down real smooth. She got a special kind of flipping action in her wrist in the position and it was easy on her arm."
"Ruthie kept her eyes on my peter as she worked the skin up and down. It was only a few inches from her face. She breathed through her half-open mouth. She said, 'Tell me when it's going to squirt.'"
"I said okay. I was sort of crouched over her and looking under with my head upside down."
"Pretty soon I was getting that hot, tight, ready-to-shoot feeling. I told her."
"She put the open olive jar right under the end of my peter and kept on jerking smooth as silk. In fact, she even went faster."
"I was pumping my hips some, I couldn't help it, it felt so good, sort of like fucking. Ruthie told me to stop it. I tried, but I was right THERE and I looked under and saw the stuff shoot out – just like a cow's teat shoots milk – it shot into the olive jar."
"Then I raised nay head and just enjoyed it and stared at the picture of Laurel and Hardy on my wall over the headboard of my bed while Ruthie kept on jerking me and milking me and cooing as I gasped and moaned over her. My legs nearly gave way."
"When I was empty she stopped jerking my peter. I collapsed onto my side beside her. There was quite a bit of the stuff in the jar. A tablespoonful at least. Three days' work of my nuts went into it."
"Ruthie screwed the lid back onto the small jar. 'From now on this is the way we'll do it. There's no mess at all this way.'"
"I asked her if she wanted me to finger her off. She said okay and let me pull down her panties. I slid my hand down in between her legs and she was gooey wet in her crack."
"She said, 'Use two fingers, Perry. One to finger-fuck me, and one to rub my hot spot.'"
"It was awkward at first because I had to use a finger from each hand to do it right. But I worked out a position and went to work on her that way. I got a good rhythm going, poking the middle finger of my left hand into her hole while I used the middle finger of my right hand to rub her clitoris in all that wet goo. She was really hot. She closed her eyes and held that jar against her chest and said she wished she could jerk me off at the same time."
"I had an idea. I pushed and kicked my pants and underwear all the way off and straddled her again, only this time facing her legs, so my peter and nuts hung down right over her head."
"I could still do her with two fingers by resting on my elbows."
"She reached up and started playing with my nuts and peter. 'Is there still some stuff left in there? I'll bet there is.' She started pulling me off again, slow and easy, to get me hard again, and she was looking right up at the bottom of my hanging nuts and peter, right up between my thighs. If I had squatted lower, her nose would've been up against my asshole."
"I was working my fingers pretty good after a minute, and Ruthie was getting close to coming. She had both hands up rubbing my peter and nuts, and the closer she got to going off, the faster she jerked me."
"It only took her a short time to make it. She was squirming around real good and I was finger-fucking and finger-rubbing her good and fast."
"She had her peak and relaxed for a minute. I stopped fingering her and rested, but didn't change position because she said to stay put."
"She kept on playing with me. And I was hard again, too. Seeing her all hot and having an orgasm got me interested again. My seven-and-a-half inches were wobbling around against her forehead and nose. There was a drop of that clear stuff at the tip and she licked it off. But she didn't suck or anything like that. She just kept on pulling on the skin smooth and regular."
"I started fingering her again. She was still gooey in the crack. This time we managed to make it off together, and she got another four or five good squirts from my peter."
"We both knew we'd do it again that way."
"And we did. Every two or three days we'd manage to get together alone and do it at least once."
"We never were caught, either. We got away with it every time."
"What got me was that Ruthie never emptied that olive bottle. She kept each drop of my stuff. When the first jar got full, she started filling up another one. I asked her why she did it, but she just clammed up and changed the subject."
"I think she kept the bottles – the full ones – hidden in the basement somewhere, maybe buried."
"We did that for three years, till I went to college. I moved away to school. And Ruthie got interested in boys."
"It was embarrassing after that to even try to talk about it. So I just let it slide and she did, too."
"But, God, could she ever jerk me off good!"
The above episode, if it terminated the way Perry claims it had – and there is no reason to doubt his story – could be written off as nothing other than normal adolescent experimentation with the mysteries of sex. The one disturbing factor in the case is Ruthie's displeasure with the fact that she was not born a boy. This "penis envy" situation is, however, quite common with young girls, and is, quite often, outgrown with psychological and emotional development. The chances are, since Ruthie did become interested in other boys, that she, too, eventually overcame this feeling of inadequacy.