Pre-Teen Lesbian
Psychiatrists have divergent theories about the factors which tend to produce homosexuality. Masturbation has been named by some as the largest factor among females, but other experts disagree with this theory. Kinsey and others who have researched this subject, tend to believe that the frequency of orgasm is much higher in lesbian relationships than in heterosexual encounters. One reason for this theory is that two individuals of the same sex are likely to understand the anatomy and the physiologic responses and psychology of their own sex better than they understand that of the opposite sex. Such an understanding is often developed through masturbatory practices by which the female is able to acquaint herself with her own sexual desires and requirements.
It is commonly accepted that many lesbians use their knowledge of masturbation as a ploy in seduction of other females.
Christine, the subject of this account, was first seduced through masturbation. The facts of her homosexuality, however, show that a highly complex set of background facts had a hand in making her a confirmed, aggressive lesbian.
Chris was the youngest of five girls, and her father died when she was a year old. Thus, she was raised in an atmosphere of complete femininity, and by a mother who taught her to hate and distrust men. Another important factor in her later lesbianism is that she had absolutely no father image, nor any male affection as a child. This is pointed out merely to establish the fact that it was quite natural and normal for Chris to turn to females for solace and affection.
"I didn't realize until I was about five, I suppose, that nobody seemed to miss my father. My mother was always griping about what a no-good he was, with only one thing on his mind sex. She said he used to beat her up, and when I asked my older sisters about it, they said it was true. I grew to believe that all men were ogres the bad guys in life.
"And, my sisters were good to me especially Jane, the next youngest to me. She was four years older than me, and we shared the same room and even slept in the same bed from the time I was four, so we were very dose.
"I remember that when I'd been punished by my mother, or my oldest sister, and would be in bed, crying, Jane would put her arms around me and hold my body close to her. Sometimes, she would rub my body I used to get leg-aches a lot and she'd rub my legs. Often, she would let her hand touch my pussy, and once or twice, she would rub the lips of it with her fingers. She would usually kiss me on the lips when she was doing this, and after a while, I got so that I turned to Jane for all my solace and all of my affection, my mother had to work and I don't remember her ever showing me much affection. The older girls were so much older than me that we were almost like strangers. My world consisted mostly of Jane.
"I remember once, when I was five, Jane came in the room crying and holding her crotch. She said she had been playing 'tag’ with some other kids and one of the boys had grabbed her and dug his nails into her pussy. She took off her panties and you could see the red nail marks she didn't have any hair around her pussy yet.
"I asked her if I could rub it for her. She looked at me sort of funny, then said okay. I remember that she laid down on the bed and spread her legs, and I rubbed her pussy as gently as I could. Then I remembered that sometimes, when I'd have a scratch or bump and would run to Jane, she would kiss it ‘to make it better.’ I've seen a lot of people do that to kids.
"Without asking Jane, I leaned over and kissed her cunt, right on the lips. She jumped and half sat up, watching me as I kept on kissing the lips and the places where the marks showed. She didn't stop me, but after a while she just laid back and let me rub and kiss her pussy. She put her hand down without disturbing my kissing and ran a finger inside her pussy. She played with the little knob I could see sticking up just inside the lips. After a while, she moved her finger faster, and then all at once she just relaxed and pushed me away.
"We didn't do anything for quite a while after that, but I kept wondering how it felt to put your finger inside and play with your pussy, so I tried it. It felt good, but nothing really happened to me. Then one night, I asked Jane to do it to me. I thought that I was doing it wrong because I wasn't getting much fun out of it just a warm, good feeling that excited me.
"She played with my knob and it did feel better than when I did it, but it still didn't thrill me at the end like she seemed to be able to do to herself.
"Later, she kissed my pussy like I'd kissed hers, and that felt real good. It excited me when she put her tongue up inside and rubbed it over my knob. We began to do it to each other a lot after that.
"When I was ten, my mother sat me down and told me about men. She said they were nasty creatures, with a big prick that they just wanted to shove up any girl's pussy, and that that made babies. She said they were all filthy rats and she warned me not to ever let any man even touch me between the legs with his hands, and never, never, to let a man put his thing up inside my cunt.
"She told me that a man's prick inside you hurt awful and made you bleed, and that men didn't care because they just liked to torture women that way. I asked her if it was all right if you were married and she said it was. But from what she had told me about men and sex, I didn't think I'd ever want to get married. My mother also warned me not to let any man talk me into taking his cock in my mouth, because then they would shoot hot, foul-tasting juice into my mouth, and it would make my mouth rot.
"About that time, Jane began to go with boys, but she couldn't go out with them on dates only to parties and things at school. Jane was pretty. Her breasts were nice and round and soft, and I used to wish that my body would blossom out like hers. My mother was awfully strict with Jane, and she had to be home by nine, unless it was a party, then she could stay until eleven.
"One night, Jane stayed out until after midnight, and I woke up to hear her screaming and crying. I went into the living room and found my mother slapping Jane in the face and calling her a 'rotten bitch' and a 'cheap whore.' When she saw me, my mother told me to bring the leather strap from the kitchen and to sit down and learn my lesson along with Jane.
"She made Jane get on the floor on all fours, then she pulled her skirt up around her hips and pulled down her panties so her bare bottom was wide open. Jane had a beautiful bottom, and when she was kneeling like that I could see the lips of her pussy sticking out and the blonde hairs that surrounded it.
"I loved Jane more than anything in the world and I began to tremble with fear for her, I began to blubber when my mother hit her with the strap, and I let all my crying go as she kept on hitting Jane's ass with that strap, leaving red welts where it struck that beautiful flesh. Jane wasn't crying, but she begged my mother to stop. But my mother seemed to get angrier with each swing of the strap.
"Jane began bleeding after a while, and when my mother finally quit, Jane rolled on her belly, spreading her legs so I could see the moist, red lips of her pussy. I just wanted to go over and kiss every mark, but I was too frightened.
"When my mother stopped, she turned on me and told me that I'd get the same thing if I ever let a boy touch me. Jane scrambled up and went into our room, and I found her on the bed, crying. Her bottom was sore and raw and her poor pussy was cut. I got a wet washcloth and patted it on her hurts. I made her roll over and I spread the lips of her pussy and patted the cool water on them.
"I felt a new excitement come over me and I let my fingers caress the flesh just inside her pussy lips. I wanted to kiss and caress every part of her beautiful body, but I was afraid of hurting her. I parted the lips of her pussy wider and looked at it. It was beautiful, I thought. I noticed that her little knob was rosy and erect, and I leaned forward wanting to kiss it. I could smell a strange, earthy odor coming from the folds of her cunt, and it made me even more excited.
But she was exhausted and quickly fell asleep. I fell asleep, too, with my finger up my pussy, remembering the heady, exciting smell of her cunt, the loveliness of her rounded ass, and the allure of that hard, inviting mound just inside her pussy lips.
"She wasn't allowed to go out for months after that. She told me that Mom had caught her in a parked car, fucking a boy. She said it wasn't anything like what my mother had told me it was; that it felt good. She said that when a boy got you 'hot' it made your cunt all slippery and big, and it didn't hurt at all when a boy put his cock inside you.
"She said, 'In fact, I get hot, just talking about it.' I asked her to let me see how a boy's prick went up inside a pussy. So she spread her legs and, using her finger, she showed me how it worked. I got really worked up when I saw her spread her pink, moist pussy lips, and I could see into the darker hole of her cunt as she ran her finger in. I wanted to stick my own finger and my tongue In it.
"Since she had began to go out with boys, we hadn't done any fingering or licking, and I was beginning to wonder if she didn't love me any more. I don't know why, but I just had to show her that I still loved her, even if she had let a boy put his prick inside her, I took her hand away and 'began to play with her clit, using my finger. I moved down and kissed the inside of her thighs, and I could feel her knob begin to throb and jump as I fingered it.
"When Jane couldn't stand it any more, she just grabbed my head and pulled my face into her crotch. I left my finger inside, working it up and in deep, like she had showed me a man's prick penetrated. I got down close, and used my tongue to massage and lick her clit, and with my remaining hand, I played with the nipple of one of her breasts.
"She just gasped and rolled and moaned. Inside a minute or two, I could feel her clit jumping in little spasms and I knew that she was coming. I bit her knob a little and she jumped and groaned and moved her body faster and faster. Then she just collapsed and laid there with a glassy stare in her eyes. But the thing that impressed me was that she kept on saying, over and over, ‘Oh, Chrissy, oh, Chrissy you're so wonderful… so good.’
"From there on, we had it wonderful. Mom never guessed, and if she wondered why Jane never asked to go out on dates, she never asked. Jane and I went back to our old loving. By now I was able to have pretty good orgasms, even though I was only eleven. My breasts were beginning to bud and a little hair was showing around my pussy. Jane and I had sex almost every night. Sometimes we would just lay in each other's arms and masturbate or rub our pussies together. Other times we would kiss and suck each other. I liked that the best. I could always get turned on real good just by looking and smelling Jane's cunt. Usually, by the time she had come I was ripe and hot, and it only took a few licks of her tongue or a few strokes of her finger to make me have a real good come.
"Jane used to talk about fucking, but I never had any desires to try it. As it happened, I didn't have any choice. I was eleven, almost twelve, and I was allowed to go on a picnic with my older sister, Marie the oldest one still at home. The others had married, and Marie was engaged to this guy that's why Mom let me go on the picnic, though she didn't trust Jane that much. Jane had to stay home.
"There were supposed to be two couples beside Marie and Don, but one girl got sick at the last minute. The others urged Chuck to come along anyhow. I didn't like him from the minute I saw him. I had to ride in the back seat with him and he kept looking at my breasts and down at my legs and moving closer and closer to me. He was drinking a lot. So was my sister and her boyfriend. By the time we met the other couple at the lake, all of them were pretty loaded.
"I went into a little shack to change into my bathing suit. I had just stripped when the door opened and Chuck slipped quickly inside. I was scared, but I didn't scream. I just stood there, glaring at him, trying to cover myself with my bathing suit. He leered at me, reached out and took the suit away from me, and squeezed one of my tits. He moved quickly and grabbed for my cunt and I slapped him across the face.
" 'I like 'em young and tight, cutie,' he said, pulling me close to him and trying to kiss me. He kept one hand on my pussy and he was digging his fingers up inside it, touching my clit. I'd never been kissed by a man before, and when he shoved his tongue into my mouth, I felt a warm, hot feeling begin to shoot through my cunt. And the fingering he was doing was getting to me, tool But I still tried to push him off. I didn't really think that he'd try anything with the others so close. But he knew how drunk they were and, as I learned later, they were already in the water, some two hundred feet away. With all their water noises and the giggling and shouting, they wouldn't have heard me if I had screamed and Chuck knew it.
"Maybe if he'd known I was only eleven, he wouldn't have done it, but then again, he was so hot for my body that he was actually drooling and slavering all over me. He was wearing only swim trunks and he slipped out of them quickly. When he threw me to the floor, I got a look at his stiff, long prick, standing straight out from his body. He had gotten my pussy fairly wet and slippery by rubbing it with his fingers. Even if he had been rough, it had turned me on some. I wonder if he would really hurt me if I screamed.
"Then I remembered what Jane had told me about fucking. I thought to myself, 'Why not?’ I didn't go limp, or anything like that, but I did make it a little easier for him to slip his prick into my pussy. It hurt, but at the same time it felt exciting. After he had finally gotten most of it in, I raised my legs and spread them. The more he penetrated me, the hotter he made me. Then he went completely wild. He just rammed and rammed it into me and I knew I had to be bleeding. I had a lot of pain and felt like the flesh inside my cunt was being torn to ribbons. All the excitement and pleasure disappeared in a split second. I became terrified. I remembered that my Mom had said that this was how babies were made, and I didn't want any baby especially not from this animal who was tearing my insides out.
"I could feel a warm liquid squirting into me and he jerked and bounced in and out of me when he came. He tried to kiss me some more, but I pushed him away. I guess he began to get a little scared when he saw some blood on his prick, and saw a little running out of my pussy, because he began to apologize, begging me not to say anything to Marie, my sister.
"He left me there after he'd put on his swim trunks. I examined myself as best I could, to see how badly he had torn my pussy up. It hurt a lot, but the blood had stopped coming from it, so I put on my bathing suit and went down to the lake. When I got in, the water felt cool and soothing, and after a while, the pain eased up.
"He didn't say a word on the way back, didn't even look at me. And I didn't say anything to Marie.
"But I told Jane. She was mad that the man had raped me, but later on she asked me how it had felt. I told her that at first it was exciting, but then he got real heavy and acted like a beast and it had hurt. Jane was really worried about how badly he might have hurt me, so she washed my cunt out carefully, then decided that all that had happened was that I'd lost my cherry. Then she sucked my clit, being real tender and gentle, until I came.
"I think I decided that night that I would never let a man inside my pussy again. My mother was right. They were just filthy beasts and wanted only one thing: fucking whether it hurt a woman or not.
"I met another girl at school, who was a lesbian, and we started to go around together. Boy, it was fun fooling my mother. She was always telling me how pleased she was that I had a nice friend like Irma, who wasn't 'boy-crazy’ like all my sisters had been.
"The only bad part was that it put the pressure on Jane again, and she was forced to sneak out to meet her boyfriend. Sometimes I could stay at Irma's, and other times she'd stay at my house. Then Marie got married, so I was given my own room. Now Irma and I went wild with sex, first at her house then at mine. We used to include Jane in some of the nights at my house, but Jane was going more and more for boys. I figured I was lucky to have Irma because I didn't want anything to do with men.
"Jane got pregnant when she was not quite seventeen, and Mom made her get married. I hated her husband. He was a pig. I never did want to hurt Jane, so I never told her, but he couldn't come near me when we were alone without grabbing my tits or my ass or trying to feel my pussy.
"I was kind of lonely when Jane went away, but I had Irma, and my body was getting nicer I was thirteen, and I had nice breasts and a good shape, like all my sisters. I used to love to stand before the full-length mirror in the bathroom and look at my naked body. My breasts were high and full, and my ass was nice and round. The lips of my pussy were fat and perky. I had a nice batch of hair around my pussy and the inside seemed to be always moist and slippery. I'd been menstruating for over a year.
"I used to sit on a chair in front of the mirror and put my feet up so that I could see into my cunt. I often sat like that and masturbated that way sometimes shoved forward so I could see my brown, wrinkled little asshole. I'd use two fingers, shoving them up my cunt and asshole at the same time.
"Boys began to notice me and asked me to go out, but I wouldn't. They made me sick. I had Irma about three times each week, and she was enough. Then I found out that Miss Avery, my math teacher in school, was a lesbian. I was poor in math and she made me stay one night to get some things straight for an exam that was coming up.
"I'd never paid much attention to her, except that she was pretty, in a mannish sort of way. She wore her hair cut short, almost like a boy's, and she always wore what I thought were severe clothes, particularly for a woman so young. She was about twenty-seven, I guess.
"She surprised me by coming over and closing the book I was getting my problems from. She sat on the desk top and said, 'Christine, didn't I see you and Irma yesterday, kissing and caressing in the hallway?' She looked so cold, I thought, 'Oh, oh we're caught. She'll turn us in to the principal, or tell my Mom.' I didn't answer her. I just looked down at my desk.
"She reached out and lifted my face, and she was smiling. 'You don't have to be ashamed to show affection for a female, Christine,' she said. 'As a matter of fact, I like females much, much more than males. I like you very much.’
"Something in her voice something I felt in her touch and something I just knew told me that she was really talking about liking girls sexually, not just as persons. I felt safer, and I wanted to find out if I was right. I looked at her boldly and asked her, 'Why?’
"She stroked my face and said, 'Oh, because you're so pretty. You have such a nice body lovely breasts nice legs everything '‘
"She let it hang there and I could feel my pussy getting warm and itchy. I wasn't used to seduction then, but she sure was. She was bending over so her face was coming closer and closer, and when she put her lips on my mouth, I opened it and took her tongue inside. It made her jump a little in surprise, but she kept on kissing me. I reached out and put my hand on her leg, running it underneath her skirt, until I touched the bare flesh of her thighs above her stockings. She spread her legs so I could go higher and I felt my fingers touch the damp hair around her cunt. Then I brushed my fingers along the lips of her pussy.
"We were kissing like mad, and she pulled me up as she stood up, and pulled me close, grabbing the cheeks of my ass in both her hands while she sucked my tongue. She mumbled, 'Oh, dear child, I want you so!' I moved my pussy so that it rubbed against hers. I was hot for her. She had nice, soft, full lips, and she had a way of sucking that engulfed my lips and my tongue, then she'd shove her tongue tight up against mine. It was something different for me. I was having a new feeling. I felt powerful, and sexy and alluring, just like I'd always thought Marie and Jane were, when I'd see them naked, or all made up to go out. I felt powerful because I could make a grown woman want me!
" 'Let's go somewhere,’ I said through the kiss. 'I want you, too, Miss Avery.’
"She broke away, smiling, almost trembling with desire and passion. 'My place,' she said. 'Come on, dear child.' She was angering me with that 'child' stuff, but I didn't say anything then. I just determined that when we got undressed and began to go to town, I'd show her if I was a child or not.
"She didn't live far, and we didn't waste any time. She undressed me, kissing my breast and my stomach, then lightly brushing her lips over my pussy. Then she undressed, and I helped her, kissing the back of her neck and under her arms, tickling her with my tongue while I pinched her nipples to make them taut.
"I laid down on the bed and spread my legs and she c r a w l e d down between them. She played with my pussy lips, running her fingers over them gently, turning me on slowly. She said, 'Please don't be impatient, Christine, I just want to look at your beautiful, little-girl cunt. I'll make it so wonderful, in a moment.' She got down closer and just touched the tip of her tongue to my clit. She raised her head and said, 'You smell so fresh and sweet and clean, dear one.’ Then she went to work on my breasts. She licked and kissed me under the arms, where the hair was beginning to show, then to my navel and down to my thighs. She rolled me over and worked her tongue into my asshole, driving me almost insane with wanting her to get down to my throbbing, wet pussy.
"She knew every spot on my body where I could be aroused. And she played on all of them with her tongue and fingers. By the time she went down on my cunt for the real tonguing and sucking, I could hardly wait to get my mouth on her pretty box. I made a quick flip-flop, straddling her face and I buried my face between her legs. I was like a little pig, gobbling up all the sweet taste of her box. I came twice before she came once, but I made it up to her later.
"Between Miss Avery and Irma, I was in seventh heaven. Later, Irma began coming over to Miss Avery's although we called her Myra by then and we'd have a three-way love ball.
"I have no intention of giving up lesbianism. I don't care what they try to do to me. I love women. I love the way they make love. I hate men and their filthy animal ways. I don't see how they can stop me."
When she discovered the facts about her daughter's behavior, Christine's mother became furious. Doubtless, to this day, she doesn't realize how much she, herself, had influenced Christine into lesbianism.
At this writing, Christine is thirteen years old and is undergoing psychiatric treatment. Hopefully, she may realize that all men are not beasts, as Chuck was, or uncaring wife-beaters, as her father was. She may yet have a full, rich heterosexual experience hopefully with a gentle and tender man.