Rural Romp
NOTE: When her mother became aware of the sexual indignities to which this child had been subjected, she ordered immediate and continuing psychiatric counseling, The account the girl gives of her sordid early life is taken from those records. We have not changed the context nor meaning of her story, but for purpose of clarity, we have tried to put many of her childish phrases and many stammerings and redundancies into more understandable language, all without losing the childish wonder and shock that she felt as these incidents took place. We hope that we have succeeded in retaining and presenting a picture of this little girl that will remain with the reader forever, for in real life she is an unforgettable person.
"I can't exactly tell you when I first new about sex. I guess it would have to be when I discovered that if I put my finger up inside my 'peeper' that's what I was taught to call my cunt and moved it in and out and wiggled it around, it felt good. It never really satisfied me, but it felt good while I was doing it. I used to do it a lot four or five times a week. I used to get a funny feeling down there, when I'd watch the dogs doing it, and sometimes the pigs. Even the rooster seemed to do it to a bunch of the hens almost every day, but I couldn't see anything like I could with the dogs.
"But when I'd watch Towser our big beagle get after one of the girl dogs, and I'd watch that thing of his get big and red and wet, and he'd climb up on the ass of one of the girl dogs and I'd see it disappear inside her it always made me feel funny. I used to watch how the girl dogs acted, how they humped their behinds out and held still and seemed to like it. I figured whatever it was, it must feel good to them.
"I didn't know then that it made puppies, but when I asked my mother, she told me. She said the boy dog planted some seeds inside the girl dog, and then puppies grew. I didn't have any idea how the puppies got out, but later I saw two or three bunches of them come out of their mother and that scared me. Even then I wondered if all the hurt that must have gone along with those fat, bloody puppies coming out of her peeper was worth the fun she had when the boy dog put them in there.
"But, whenever I would see that boy dog, Towser, or my Collie, Rex, get that thing hard and red, and shove it up inside the females, I had to go and play with myself. I would put my finger up inside my peeper and move it in and out. I found a little bump near the front that felt better than any other place I touched, and when I worked my finger around that, it felt real good. Once, I got a real good feeling all over my stomach and legs, but when I tried it. again it didn't give me the same feeling.
"One day, I was watching the dogs and playing with my peeper, and I had taken my panties off so I could reach it a little better. I was in the barn, in a corner where there was some old blankets, and I looked up and there was Ryan. That's all I ever heard him called, was Ryan. I don't even know if it was his first name or last name. But anyhow, he was standing there, and he was licking his lips in a funny way. He chewed tobacco and the corners of his mouth always looked dirty, and he was licking all the juice from both sides of his lips. I didn't notice at first, but he had his pants open, and he had his thing out and was rubbing his hand up and down it. It had a red, wet, shiny head, like the dog's thing, but it didn't go back as far the redness and wetness.
"He came over and sat down beside me. I wasn't scared, but I didn't like him much so I moved away a little. He took my hand and put it around his thing and closed my fist about it. Then he reached over and put his own finger inside me and began to rub my little spot. It felt kind of good, but I wasn't really paying much attention to what he was doing. I was watching the wet, red part of his thing as it jumped in and out of my hand. It seemed to be getting bigger and rounder, and I could feel it jump funny-like every so often.
"He put his hand around the back of my head and began to move my face down toward it. I didn't know what he wanted me to do and I began to get a little scared. But when he pushed my mouth down close to his thing, I thought he wanted me to kiss it. I kissed it, but he kept on pushing my head harder, and he said, 'Open your mouth, Teenie gal, and suck it. Suck it… suck it good.’
"I opened my mouth and it slipped in. I knew what he meant by suck… I used to suck my thumb all the time, and my mother slapped me for it. I let it slip in as far as it would go, and then I sucked it… hard. He grabbed my body and moved me around so that I was right in front of him. Then he took my ears in his hands and moved my head up and down over his thing, while he heaved and humped… the same way the dogs did when they were putting their thing in the girl dog.
"His thing filled my mouth and I was afraid I couldn't breathe, but I kept on trying to suck it. It kept going farther down my throat and I began to get a funny feeling, like when I would get sick and vomit, but he kept on pushing it in deeper and deeper, and pushing my face down on it harder. Then it began to jump around, and I felt a lot of hot juice shoot into my mouth. I tried to take my mouth off his thing, but he was holding me down and pushing it in awful fast. All I could do was swallow it as last as I could. It tasted like salt water. I knew about that, because if I got a sore throat, my mother would make me gargle with hot salt water, and that's what it tasted like, only it was thicker than water, and more sticky.
"I didn't know what he was going to do when he yanked it out, after no more juice came out of the hole in it. I had tried my best to suck it and I was afraid that I hadn't done it right. But I guess I did, because he put it back inside his blue jeans and he laid down flat on his stomach and spread my legs. He opened up the lips of my peeper and began to lick it with his tongue. It felt good, and I moved so that he could put his pink, wet tongue up inside it more. He had dark brown stains on his teeth, and I remembered that when he would sort of bite me, every once in awhile. But it felt awful good… '. better than when I put my finger inside my peeper. I began to get that hot, good feeling all over my legs and my peeper, and I jumped around a lot, especially when it began to spread more and more to my ass and my stomach. Then all at once it went away, but I felt awful good. He kept licking it, but it wouldn't feel hot and tickley like it had, so he stopped.
"He helped put my panties back on. Then he kissed me on the mouth and told me not to say anything to anybody about what we'd done.
"I wouldn't have, anyhow. I liked it. I didn't like Ryan any better, but he gave me a good feeling that I had never had before, and I wouldn't want him to get chased away by my Pa. I don't know how I knew it, but I guess I knew that if my Pa had seen what we were doing, he'd have beat up on Ryan and laid my backside open with a switch.
"We hadn't noticed it, but the dogs had finished long before we did. When Ryan left, he gave me a dime a whole dime for myself. I didn't know how I'd get to spend it without my Ma of Pa knowing I had it, but it meant a lot to me then. I put it in my shoe. When I went into the house, I went up to my bed and thought about Ryan with his tongue inside me. Even his finger felt good… but not like his tongue had.
"I stuck my own finger inside my peeper again and I thought about Ryan and his finger and his tongue. Then I thought about his thing in my mouth, and it made me get that same hot, funny feeling between my legs. I remembered how he had grabbed my head and ears, and how it had tasted and felt when he kept shoving it into my mouth, and how it had tasted and felt when I had swallowed his juice. And, while I was remembering it, and sticking my finger up inside my peeper, I got that same good, hot, all-over feeling again. Not as good as when Ryan had put his tongue in, or when I was sucking his thing, but it was real good. It made me sweat, and I wished that he was there in my bedroom, and we could put the latch on the door and do it all over again.
"After school next day I went up to the barn again, and waited until he came in to milk the cows. We had two of them, and I waited until he had finished and taken the milkpails to the root cellar. I guess a lot of people don't even know what that is, do they? Well, it's a big hole that my Pa dug under the tool shed. You put milk and stuff down there, because it's cool, and the milk or meat don't get sour or bad.
"I let Ryan know I was there, because I hoped he'd come back and he did. He seemed awful glad to see me. First, he picked me up in his arms and kissed me and I could feel his big hands digging into the cheeks of my backside. I liked that feeling. He told me to open my mouth. I did and he slid his tongue inside it, and that made me get that feeling again. He slid one hand around to the front and rubbed the lips of my thing with his fingers. I wanted to do it so bad that I felt like hollering.
"He took me up in the haymow. It wasn't very big, because we didn't need much hay for the two cows we had, and the one mule, but it was nice. It was warm and cozy like the treehouse that Ella Waters had.
"This time he took my panties off and he went right down between my legs with his tongue. I got that feeling real quick, and real good, and I even reached down and grabbed his ears and pulled his face closer. He kept taking his tongue out and looking into my peeper, and he said, 'I'm glad you ain't got no hair, Teenie. I like 'em without hair on 'em. And he really worked on that little bump where it felt so good. He bit me a little, and that made me jump, but it tickled me and felt awful good, and with my foot I was barefooted I could feel his thing getting big. It bulged out against his pants, and then he did a funny thing: he put his hand up between my legs… he didn't stop licking me… and he ran his big finger up my shit-hole!
"I would never have guessed that that would feel good, but it did. He worked it in easy, a little at a time, and it really made me feel extra good, so that by the time I was all primed for that good feeling I know now that it's called 'come' it went up to my face and all over my stomach and legs and through my backside. He kept on licking, only this time he moved down a little and licked my asshole, after he'd took his finger out of it, of course.
"I never felt so good, and when he moved away and slid his cock out through the fly of his pants, I was ready to eat it and suck it good, to make sure he'd keep doing that to me.
"Then he rolled me over on my stomach. I remember how the hay stuck into my peeper and hurt. It hurt my stomach, too, but I wanted him to have that good feeling, too, so I just let him go ahead. He spit on his hand and rubbed it on his thing, and he moved me so that I was up on my knees. And then he took his thing in his hand and pushed it up under me. He used his other hand to try to spread the lips of my peeper, and I reached under myself and tried to help him.
"I didn't know that it was going to hurt me, so when he gave one big push, and it went in pretty deep, I thought I was going to split in two! I couldn't help it; I screamed something I don't know what and I kept on screaming. He stopped pushing and clapped one hand over my mouth. He kept saying over and over: 'Don't holler, Teenie… please don't holler!’
"But I couldn't help it. It felt like a knife had been shoved up inside me a hot knife. I thought I could feel the blood running out of my peeper. It turned out later that I did bleed a little, but at that moment I was just scared. There wasn't any good feeling, no hot feeling… I was cold and I was scared, and I screamed! "He stopped holding my mouth with his hand and scrambled away and buttoned up his jeans. Then he backed down the ladder to the haymow and he kept on saying: 'Don't say anything, Teenie. Don't say one goddam thing… please don't!’
"I heard my father down below. I heard him hit Ryan. My Pa was swearing something awful, calling him dirty names like: 'baby-fucker,' and ‘cunt-lapper,' and 'shit-ass fuck-head.’
"I crawled over and looked down. I saw Ryan on the floor and my father bending over, beating him with his fists and kicking him in the ass and the legs. After awhile, Ryan just laid there with his hands and arms around his head, and my father just told him to get the fuck out, and never come back, and to not try to collect his wages or he'd find his ass in jail.
"Ryan crawled out and I knew that I would get it. I was shivering and I didn't even have sense enough to put my panties on. My Pa came up that ladder like a streak, and I guess the first thing he saw was my spread-out cunt, staring him right in the face when he cleared the top of the haymow. I don't know what he intended to do when he started to climb, but he screamed at me: 'You want to be fucked and sucked, huh! All right, I'll give you all the fuckin’ you'll ever need!
"He clawed his way into the haymow, tearing open the buttons on his fly, and he spread my legs with his hands, using his fingernails and making my legs bleed. He tore my legs open and he held them wide. Then he just went down on my peeper with his teeth and mouth. He bit and he sucked and he licked until I didn't know what he really wanted to do to me. I guess he wanted to hurt me, and he did, a lot; but he stopped biting and using his nails, and he began to suck and lick. He was making funny sounds, groaning and trying to get his tongue deeper inside my peeper, and even through all the hurt that Ryan had given me, and my Pa's biting, at the beginning, I began to get that feeling again!
"He just went wild. I don't know what he felt, but he was wild to eat my peeper! He stuck his tongue a lot deeper into me than Ryan had, and I couldn't help myself. I got that same hot, tickley feeling all over me, and I could feel his thing with my bare feet, and it was as big and hard as Ryan's had been. I was scared, even if I was feeling good, because I wondered what he would do to me when he stopped.
"I didn't know what to do, so I just let go and I got that same feeling… maybe it was even better. And when he felt me jumping around like that, and then I quieted down, he took his mouth away from my slit and did a funny thing… he bent down and kissed the lips of it, real gentle and soft, without sticking his tongue in. Then he just laid his head down on it and squeezed my ass cheeks, mumbling something that I couldn't hear very well. I think he said, 'I've wanted it so long… and I've got it.' But, I don't know if that is really what he said. I think he did. Anyhow, he worked his thing out of his pants, and he started to move up, holding it in his hand. I could feel it rubbing against my leg, and I wondered if it would be big and red at the tip, like Ryan's. I didn't know then that the difference was in being circumcised. I know now, but I didn't then. Anyhow, his thing, creeping up my leg, was wet and I saw later, red and angry looking. He was peeling back the loose skin that went over the head of it, and rubbing the wet part against my leg as he moved his thing higher and higher, closer to my peeper.
"But, by that time, I wanted it. I wanted to see it, to feel it and to taste it. He didn't know that, and even if I didn't know it at the time, he was as scared about what he was doing as Ryan had been. But he was hot… that's a thing I've really learned to be able to tell when a man is hot: and he was.
"He was so hot for me that he began to jab his thing in between my legs. He didn't even try to find my peeper, he was that wild. He was humping and shoving like the dogs, when they started out. I had seen a lot of dogs, and even if they climb the leg of somebody… like a couple had done to me… they just jab and jab… they don't know or care if they hit the spot. That's how Pa was… just jabbing.
"I was a little scared, but somehow I knew that he wouldn't dare to do anything about Ryan and me… not with what he was trying to do, so I just relaxed. I really laid back and let him do what he wanted to do, mostly because he was doing what I wanted him to do. He was big, wet and hot.
"And then, somehow, his thing slid into my cunt It burned and it hurt, but I was afraid to scream. Pa's eyes were glazed. He picked my ass up in both his hands and spread my legs as wide as they would go, and he rammed his prick inside me hard! I just bit my lips to keep from screaming out, and in a minute or so, I felt a lot of wet, sticky juice shoot inside me. That was all I felt. I didn't get any good feeling out of it because I was numb with the hurt I'd had from the second he put his prick inside me.
"Pa relaxed his whole weight on me then, and he began to cry. I was scared, and I cried too. He raised up after awhile and pulled his dick out. It was wet and slimy, and it had streaks of blood on it my blood. He took out his blue bandana and wiped his prick, then he wiped my cunt. He was still crying, and every once in awhile, he would call himself a dirty name the same things he'd called Ryan and even worse!
"I stopped crying when he put my panties on, and we went down the ladder to the floor of the barn. Pa knelt down and took me in his arms and kissed me on the mouth. He said, 'Forgive me, my baby. Forgive me. I'll never do that again. I shouldn't have done it. Please, try to forgive me.’
"I didn't know then how tormented he was because I didn't think it had been that bad. He had hurt me, but it wasn't so bad that I couldn't stand it. I just patted his face and kissed him and told him that it was all right.
"And Pa kept his promise. He never again touched me. In fact, he turned stone cold to me. That happened when I was ten, and during the next two years, he never did kiss me or hug me.
"He died when I was twelve. But from the day Pa fucked me, I guess I liked it a lot, because I used to let the boys at school finger-fuck me and I would jerk them off and sometimes, I'd suck their pricks. I didn't know that all the boys were laughing at me and calling me dirty names. I used to do those things in front of other boys and girls, but when a boy wanted to have sex with one of the other girls, they would go someplace by themselves. After I'd jerked one boy's cock one day, down by the creek where we went swimming, he said to me: 'I'll bet you'd let a dog fuck you, you're so horny.’
"I slapped him hard, and he got mad and hit me and knocked me back on the grass. His pecker was still hard, and he had been fingering my cunt, with my panties off. He spread my legs wide apart, using his knees to pin them, and then he rammed his prick up into my cunt with one big push! It had been a year since Ryan and Pa had done it to me, and I had almost forgotten how it had hurt and scared me. I had masturbated a lot of times since then, and maybe I had made my cunt bigger, but anyhow, it didn't hurt me when Mac rammed it in. In fact, it felt kind of good, so I began to move my pussy upward as he was plunging his body downward. And when he finally began to hit my knob with his thrusts, I began to get that same old, good, hot feeling.
"There were three other boys there watching, and they were making smart-alecky remarks, but I didn't care, because I was having a good time. One of them said, 'I don't mind sloppy seconds, Mac leave some for me.’
"I came a couple of seconds after Mac, and I was hot for more. But he pulled his cock out and jumped up and called to Tom, the boy who said he wanted 'sloppy seconds,' to come and take over. All three of the boys had been jerking themselves off, so Tom didn't have any problem getting his cock hard for me. He came over, climbed on and began to shove it in. I could tell that it was his first time, because he was clumsy and he couldn't keep it in,.at first. But he let his whole body go and pretty soon he was hitting my knob every stroke. I came before he did, but I stayed with him and pumped away until I felt him squirt inside of me.
"I was still pretty hot, so when the third boy wanted to fuck me, I told him it was okay. He wasn't very good at it, either, and his cock had gone soft after he had jerked off. I told him to lay down, and I played with his cock a little, then I sucked it for him until it got hard. But I sucked it too long, and he shot his juice into my mouth before he had a chance to fuck me.
"I thought that they would treat me nice, after that, but instead they would taunt me at school and call me names like 'cocksucker,' and 'fuckhappy.’
"But they all came back for more lucking and sucking, and they even brought other boys along. Sometimes, the first time they did it, the boys would give me some money not much, but two of them gave me fifty cents, and that seemed like an awful lot of money to me then.
"After my father died, my mother sold the farm and we moved to the city. Well, it wasn't really big enough to be called a city, but there were two churches, a school for all grades, right through high school, and they had a movie house, too.
"I was excited to be moving to a big town like that, and I could hardly wait to get acquainted with all the kids at school. The girls were kind of cold to me at first, but the boys weren't. I guess I must have smiled at a lot of them, because they took to me right away.
"I was only in school a couple of days when one of the boys, who was about sixteen, grabbed me by the cunt, and said, 'Hey, you're kind of cute, kid.' He just kept on walking, but he looked back and laughed. Believe it or not, just that one grab at my snatch had got me excited. It had been a long time since any boy had fucked me or even touched me, and I was all hot and bothered.
"I hollered at him to come back, and he turned around and walked toward me. I think he felt I was going to give him a good bawling out, because he had a hard look on his face when he stopped in front of me. He put his hands on his hips and said gruffly, 'Yeah?’
"I asked, 'Why'd you grab me by the pussy that way?'
"It surprised him and he just stood there frowning. Then he said, 'Because I felt like it.'
" 'Is that all you wanted to do?' I asked. He looked me up and down, then said, 'What the hell is going on?’
"I came right out and put it to him. 'Would you like to fuck me?’
" 'You're a wise little cunt, aren't you?' He snarled.
"I said, 'No, I mean it if you want to.
"He started to walk away, then he turned and said,' Are you for real?’
"I walked up to him and told him I wanted him to fuck me. There was a shed in back of the schoolyard, where they used to keep softballs, volleybalis, nets, all that junk, so we went in there. I took my panties off and laid down on a pile of netting and spread my legs. It didn't take him any time at all to get his cock out and it was already pretty hard. He got down on top of me and went right in. It had been so long since I'd had any that I came in a few seconds, but he didn't, and by the time he came I had already had my second come.
"He began to kiss me, sticking his tongue into my mouth when he was ready to come, and I helped him all I could.
"He came a lot, but then he jumped up and wiped his prick off with his handkerchief, and opened the door and peeked out. He said, ‘I’ll leave first. We'd get hell if they caught us here together. Then he left. I could hear him running across the paved court I felt real good and I knew it was going to be all right for me at school. I knew that I would have all the sex I needed."
Teenie may never have all the sex she wants or needs. She is a classic nymphomaniac. Unable to satisfy her inordinate desire for sex, Teenie took on almost every boy in the school who was willing. Then she moved into faster company and began to roam the streets of the small town in which she lived, picking up men of any age.
At age twelve, she contracted a severe case of syphillis and was placed in a hospital. She was eventually cured, but her real sickness a destructive appetite for sex may never be completely cured or even curbed substantially.
Psychiatrists who have worked with her feel that she is what they term a "morally retarded" person. She is unable to recognize the fact that she is a delinquent, because her childish emotional structure has never developed beyond the baby stage, in which a child knows only pain or pleasure. He desires pleasure and shuns pain, and he becomes resentful and balky if pleasure is denied him.
This is Teenie's attitude. It is difficult to decide if or when she will be able to resume her place in society. With the promiscuity of today's teen-agers, Teenie would be certain to join in all sorts of sex games.
In many ways, she is a normal girl. In certain of her school subjects, she does better than average. But in all areas that involve sound judgement, tolerance, moral soundness and consideration for others, which calls for obeying the established rules, she draws a zero.
Blame is difficult to place. Of course, the hired hand, Ryan, was to blame and the father of the girl. However, after months of trying to uncover the real person inside the delicate boy of this girl, two of the doctors who have spent the most time with her, feel that in any set of circumstances, in any city or rural community, Teenie would have followed much the same sex pattern.
Medical science does not yet know what causes the uncontrollable passions that we associate with nymphomania. It is to be hoped that, perhaps in working with Teenie, one more ray of light may be shed on this mysterious subject.