Junior Sex Maniacs
In our society the word "promiscuous" applies almost solely to the female. Even today the double standard exists that a boy who has sex with more than one woman is merely "sowing his wild oats," but the girl who engages in sex with several males is labeled cheap, an easy mark, thus promiscuous.
It is difficult for many adults to believe that certain young children, pre-teeners, could merit the epithet "promiscuous."
However, recent figures show that in sex violations involving children between the ages of ten and fifteen, eighty-two percent of them were instigated by the child. This includes crimes such as molestation, corrupting morals, rape and statutory rape, etc.
Dr. Donald Arbagian, California psychiatrist, maintains that females are most sexually aggressive between the ages of twelve and fifteen, and he backs up his assertion with scores of case histories!
What we fail to realize is that we are all sexual creatures from the moment that we are born, and that, in the right circumstances, a young child can be as sexually active and aggressive as an adult.
The following cases serve as typical of the hundreds which we might cite. It is well to remember that there is a vast difference in participating in sexual relationships and in being promiscuous.
Most children participate in sexual experiences, such as masturbation, childishly exploring their bodies and those of the opposite sex even to juvenile forms of intercourse. According to statistics of researchers such as Kinsey, almost all children, at one point or another, engage in a homosexual or lesbian relationship, no matter how briefly.
Promiscuity, on the other hand, indicates an individual is actively seeking and inviting continued and varied sexual experiences. He indulges freely in sexual experiences, following his own desires and needs. Almost inherent in the word is the thought that the promiscuous person engages in sex with a number 'of partners.
We do not, in this society, consider a person who sells her favors, as promiscuous. Rather, a person who makes himself available to sex partners to satisfy his or her own desire, fills the bill admirably. In the words of one young pre-teen sexpot: "It's like, well a cock-hunger! You want love, and that's a kind of love, but you can never get enough of it!"
Studies made recently by Franek and others revealed that there are definite causes for promiscuity. Most of them are to be found in the environment and usually begin in early childhood. It can be safely said that promiscuous girls "are made, not born." There seems to be two types: the girl from the mainstream of life who becomes promiscuous because of events in her life (her promiscuity might be considered a psychological problem), who must participate in sexual relationships just as an alcoholic must have alcohol.
Then, there is the second type, promiscuous because she is born into an environment in which promiscuity is a way of life, or at least, is an accepted pattern of behavior. In the language of the streets, the first type has been taught to "keep her legs crossed," but she doesn't, while the second has been taught to just "leave them uncrossed."
Of course, venereal disease is one of the major problems caused by such promiscuity. Pregnancy is another problem, for too many of these type girls end up crowding the welfare rolls, and you and I have to pay.
Many sociologists predict that the children who are now being born into a "permissive" society, will eventually revolutionize the laws of society, as we now know them, merely because they will have no restraints, and will revert to pure animalistic sexual couplings.
Psychologists are concerned with one more problem -that of the attitudes and philosophies of the individuals involved, for it is those attitudes which will be passed on, to form the mores and eventually, the laws, of future America.
Here is the account of one such promiscuous girl. We will call her Joan.
Joan is a beautiful, belligerent, balky girl of sixteen. She might, under better conditions, be decorating the centerfold of a national magazine. Under yet better circumstances, she could be a budding film star. She has intelligence, verve, sex appeal. She has a body like a young goddess. She is, on the surface, friendly, popular, and considered by most adults to have a "well-rounded personality." But, what most do not know is that Joan is a nymphomaniac. She needs and wants sex as much as the most forlorn alcoholic needs alcohol.
She comes from a wealthy family who adored her perhaps too much. From the day she was born, Joan had everything imaginable from a material viewpoint. Her parents recently discovered that Joan was not quite the "All-American girl" they had believed, when they discovered that during the past four years, Joan had boasted of having had in excess of 200 lovers!
When she openly defied them, and threw these startling figures in their face, Joan's parents took her to a psychiatrist.
In her first interview, she told him:
"Sure, I've always gotten anything and everything I ever wanted from my parents. As a little girl, I always had the biggest and best dolls and a playhouse that was nicer than a lot of the houses that people live in. I had the most expensive and the latest style clothes, an allowance, big parties for any occasion. Holidays, vacations I've been to Europe six times and I get a new convertible every year! At sixteen! Oh, don't worry about the driver's license I've had one since I was thirteen, and my Dad paid over five hundred dollars to give me drivers' lessons when I was thirteen. We've got a speedboat at the summer place, and my Dad's pride and joy is to show me off at the wheel. We've got a cabin cruiser at the Los Angeles Marina. I can take it out and even handle it on the high seas I know, because I've done it a hundred times.
"But, the one thing, if you want to check the records, that was missing, was my Mom and Dad. Always too busy, or out of town even out of the country. So somebody else was always there to watch out for me and to teach me. Trouble was, my parents never took the time to check into their teaching qualifications!
"I don't know if I can blame my parents entirely. They were 'happy-go-lucky' people, living the life they had earned. My Dad wasn't born rich, he worked hard as hell to get what he has. I don't really blame them for enjoying it, now that they have it. But, I wish they could have included me more, given more time to me personally, not materially.
"They always made sure I had everything, went to the best summer camps and schools, and a good 'social upbringing,' as my Mom always refers to it. The trouble was, too many of the people who were watching me grow into a sexy young woman were too social minded. Or, maybe I encouraged them out of loneliness or something.
"I know why I'm at a psychiatrist's office. They think I'm oversexed, or a tramp, or a pervert or something even more dirty or weird. I don't. But I'm willing to try to change, if that's what is best. But I have to be convinced that it is best to change!
"I think I know when it all started. I’ll give it to you honest and straight. I was twelve. I had good breasts, a nice round ass, and of course, a pretty, well-groomed face. I think I could have been taken for seventeen maybe eighteen. My periods had started, I had a good bush of hair between my legs and under my arms, if I didn't shave it. My boobs were almost as big as they are now. And I knew that I could get any man I wanted, no matter how young or old!
"And I wanted! Oh, I'd gone through the usual grabass games our doctor, family friends especially the old goats that were in business deals with my dad they're something else! And, of course I had masturbated plenty. We had a maid that was queer, and she tried to get into my cunt from the time I was nine. But the closest she got was to get a finger up my cunt. She showed me how good it felt, and from there on I took care of myself with my own fingers and a few other things I tried. I was still a virgin, but that was only because the right guy hadn't tried to break my cherry. I was ready, I had been since I was about ten. I'd even tried to coax a couple of boys to do it to me, but they were 'chicken.’
"I was at a cabin that belonged to some close friends of Dad's. I think Mom and Dad were in Europe, or somewhere, and I was to spend three weeks with these people. I liked them okay, but I always did like the outdoors swimming, boating, camping out so I wasn't unhappy. I was a little lonely, but that was normal for me by then.
"The Larkins had a big lodge with five bedrooms. They had their seventeen-year-old son and two of his school buddies with us. It happened that very first day. "Jerry Larkin and I took the boat and went to the far end of the lake. It was a deserted cove with no houses around, only a boat dock. We were going to fish, so we didn't have our swim suits with us. I had tight-fitting shorts and a halter on, and they showed off my shape pretty well. I had seen Jerry and Carl and Dick whistle silently when I'd come down to the dock.
"We got the fishing gear ready, and I noticed the way Jerry kept looking at me. Then I looked at his pants and saw that they were all bulged out in front. He had a big hard-on! For me! I made up my mind right then, that I was going to get some of it. I'd been ready and waiting for a long time.
"I unhooked my halter and took it off, I thought Jerry's eyes would pop out. I stripped off my shorts and practically shoved my already moist pussy in his face. He actually shook when he stood up and took me in his arms and kissed me. I opened my lips and sucked his tongue inside, and I could feel his cock rubbing hard against my pussy. Jerry slid one hand down between us and ran his finger over the lips of my cunt, then shoved it inside and began to massage the clit I felt hot and damp, and I wanted to get to the real thing, so I ran off the dock and laid down on some soft grass near the water. Jerry followed and took off his pants.
"When I saw that big, throbbing prick, I just wanted to feel it inside me. I could hardly wait. I spread my legs wide and held out my arms invitingly. Jerry was still trembling when he crawled on top of me and began to work his cock up inside my cunt. I tried to help by spreading the lips with my fingers, and thrusting my hips upward as he lunged downward. It was awkward at first, but once he'd gotten past my clit, I began to get slippery inside and it began to go in, deeper and deeper.
"It was wonderful. It didn't hurt after the first plunge inside, and after a little while, I could feel Jerry's pelvis hitting against my own, and I knew that I had all of his cock inside me. What a wonderful feeling! I fastened my mouth on his, while he played with one of my breasts, nipping the nipple with his fingernails, working it around in his hand. He began to move in and out, faster and faster, and I tried to help him. He came quickly, and I had a sort of orgasm, but not as good as all the others were after that. I guess I was too new at it, or else I was to busy thinking of how wonderful it was to concentrate on my own come.
"Jerry pulled his cock out and stood up. He got his handkerchief and was going to wipe it off, but I stopped him. I had an overwhelming urge to put it in my mouth, and taste his come, mixed with the juices of my cunt! I drawled over and took it in my hand and plunged it into my mouth. I licked and sucked and nibbled, and inside twenty seconds it was as hard and stiff as when he'd shoved it into me.
"He reached down and took my head in his hands, bending his knees a little, pulling my head down so that his prick went to the hilt in my mouth! He lasted about a minute, that way. I felt his cock began to throb as he moved it faster and deeper into my mouth, and then I feit a flood of warm, salty juice fill my mouth. I was hotter than ever and I swallowed it and kept on sucking. I played with Jerry's balls and asshole, and he stayed hard all the time.
"When I knew he was ready, I stopped sucking his cock and asked him to fuck me again. I laid down again, and this time it was really something the real thing. He was slower, and a little more gentle, and every stroke of his cock seemed to touch just the right spots inside me. When I came, it was like a skyrocket bursting inside my cunt. I moaned and bit Jerry's lip in ecstasy.
"It's always been like that for me. Every time I come, it's a hot, wonderful thrill.
"I didn't have to ask Jerry to suck and lick my cunt. He just seemed to want to. He tickled the lips with his tongue, then began to dig it in deeper, putting the friction right on my clit. Then he stuck his finger deep inside me, and kept up a rhythmic movement with both tongue and finger until I came.
"Then we went into the water, naked. It was cold, but it felt wonderful. We fished for a little while, then we went back for some lunch.
"That afternoon, Jerry and Dick and I went back to the cove. Carl was helping Mr. Oarkin paint a boat. I knew by the way Dick looked at me that Jerry had told Dick about our sex session that morning. I knew that they wanted to try it with three of us in the act, and by the time we got there, I was all hepped up on the idea myself!
"Jerry didn't waste any time. We got out of the boat and went up on the grass and Jerry began to strip. I took my clothes off and watched as Dick got undressed. I was curious to compare Dick's cock to Jerry's. Dick's was much bigger, and it was getting bigger all the time as he watched Jerry sucking my tongue and running his hands over the crack of my ass, and over the lips of my pussy.
"I asked, 'Who's first?' They got a kick out of that. Jerry said to Dick: 'Didn't I tell you she was the hottest little fuck in the world?’
"Dick had an idea, and he told me to get on my hands and knees, so he could kneel behind me and slip his prick into my cunt from the rear. I knelt, and his cock slipped in easily because I was hot and juicy. He seemed to know a lot more about fucking than Jerry did, and I began to move my hips and ass back and forth until I felt his cock hair rubbing my pussy. I knew he had the whole length of it inside me. It must have been eight inches long, and did it ever feel good. It was bigger around than Jerry's, and it seemed to touch more places inside me than Jerry's had.
"Then Jerry walked around and stood in front of me. He was holding his cock in his hand and playing with it. It got hard and stood straight out. Then he moved close and I opened my mouth and he steered it in! It was a wonderful feeling to be filled with cocks, top and bottom. I remember wondering, at that very second, if a girl could possibly be more thrilled and I remembered that I still had one opening that wasn't being filled. I made up my mind that I wanted to try being fucked, cornholed and mouth-fucked at the same time.
"I didn't get the chance that day, but next day, the four of us went to the cove, and we had a real ball. I didn't suspect that Carl and Dick were swingers they liked sucking cocks and being cornholed as much as they did fucking a girl. They didn't try to hide it, either. While Jerry and I went at it, they stripped and jerked each other off, then they sucked each other's pricks until they both came, and after that, Carl fucked Dick in the ass.
"I thought for a while that I wasn't going to have a chance to try out my idea, but I remembered how Dick had really got with it with me and Jerry, so I didn't worry.
"I was on my hands and knees, and Jerry was ass-fucking me from behind. He was reaching around and shoving his finger up inside my pussy, massaging my clit, and it felt real good. Then Dick walked over and shoved his cock in my mouth. It was a little soft, so I worked on it until it was good and rigid. I stopped sucking it and told him to slide down under me so I could position my cunt over his prick and have him fuck me from underneath, while Jerry was sticking his prick up my ass. It took a little doing, but we finally got his cock up inside my hot, hungry pussy, while Jerry continued to pump away with his donger up my asshole.
"Then I called Carl over, and because I was a little lower to the ground in that position, to keep Dick and Jerry inside me, Carl had to kneel down so that I could get his cock into my mouth.
"It was exciting, and in strange way uplifting. It is really something to have three men loving you at once. I felt as if I would never again be lonely. We tried it other ways, involving all of us and just some of us, and they were all thrilling. With three men inside your body, a girl can get a thrill like she's never imagined.
"We had a ball for the rest of the time there. When I went back to school, I was lonelier than ever. I felt empty. I had plenty of friends, but they were like little kids, compared to my summer friends.
"At night, I'd lie in my bed, trying all kinds of masturbations, using a lot of different things, but it was no use. My cunt, my asshole, my mouth ached to be filled with cocks!
"That's when I began to be aggressive about sex. I went after the older guys. I really tried to entice the ones I knew had a reputation for being swingers. And I made out. At least, one guy at a time. But I hooked up with a couple of real fuck-crazy guys, and we talked about having orgies. Two other girls came into the group and we really had some bashes.
"I didn't think I'd enjoy licking and sucking another girl's cunt, but it's good. A girl knows a lot about the anatomy of any other girl, and when girls go to work on one another, they can really add some new thrills with their tongue and fingers.
"After a time, I guess 'quantity' began to be more important to me than quality. I never did just have sex with one guy at a time. I couldn't. It was too tame. And it got so I had to have somebody new all the time. The same old faces and pricks bored me.
"I'm going to the psychiatrist to please my folks, but I doubt if it will do any good. To tell the truth, I like what I'm doing. Even if I got married someday, I could never be satisfied with one man."
Joan may be wrong in her prognosis, according to her psychiatrist. He says: "Joan is a love-seeker. She has-never had the deep emotional love that all of us want and need, and she equivocates the sex act with love. To Joan, it is a real expression of love.
Her statement about always wanting '.someone new,' is another sign of her love-hunger. She must be constantly reassured by new friends, that she is wanted, desired loved. From age twelve to sixteen, this girl has needed the reassurance of over two hundred boys and men, all of whom serviced her demands. Yet I am convinced that this girl considered every sex act an act of love! What she meant, without realizing it, was that her love-hunger had too strong a hold on her; the emotionally sterile childhood (the lack of parental love) that had produced her promiscuity had had too great an impact.
However, there is still a possibility that Joan will fall in love. It need not be an earth-shattering type love, but it would.surely call for a mature man, able to give this girl his total love and respect. It will be difficult for her to accept the fact there is that kind of love that can come from just one person, but I have hopes that Joan will find it, for it could be her complete salvation.
Jill comes from almost the exact opposite end of the social and financial spectrum as Joan, but both suffer the same ailment: an insatiable desire for sex.
At fourteen. Jill was referred to a psychiatrist by one of her teachers. The teacher claimed that Jill had been leading the life of a prostitute and needed emotional help. Her first appearance in the psychiatrist's office confirmed the teacher's theory. Jill looked to be at least twenty years of age and her dress was slovenly, that of a down-and-out streetwalker. As the sessions progressed, however, she began taking care of her physical appearance and soon revealed herself to be an attractive, personable young girl. Jill claimed she was not a money-seeking prostitute and illustrated it by describing one incident:
"I was just hanging around," she said, "when this good-looking guy came along. He started to talk to me, real polite. He said a lot of nice things, but some of them didn't sound just right. I figured he was bashful and told him that if he wanted to go someplace, I'd go with him. But I didn't want any money for it. Well, I maybe wouldn't have refused it, but I sure didn't ask him for any. I'd have gone with him just for the fun of it, you know."
After a series of tests and interviews, the authorities were inclined to believe Jill's story. Subsequent and deeper probing verified it, and revealed that Jill was guilty of one thing a lusty sexual appetite which had psychological foundations.
Jill came from a typical low income family. She had an older brother, and a hard-working father, whose struggle for survival left him too little time to be a father to his two motherless children. Jill's mother had died when she was nine, and her brother eleven.
"After that," Jill related, "nothing was the same. Mom had always been a good mother and housekeeper, but she was sick most of the time I can ever remember. When she died, Daddy seemed to go into a shell, and Louis wasn't home too much. Daddy started drinking more and more, and sometimes he wouldn't come home, or, if he did, he'd be mean. I was always afraid to have any friends over.
"Outside of the hours at school, it was an awful lonely life. When my breasts started to develop and I began to get a shape, my Dad wouldn't let me go out at night at all. He threatened to shoot any boy that he caught 'fooling around me,' as he always put it, so I was lonelier than ever.
"I could feel all the juices beginning to rise inside my body. I tried masturbating, but it wasn't much good. You can't get much love or sex out of your finger or a hairbrush handle.
"My Dad got meaner and meaner. He began to be more strict with Louis, especially after Louis got into a little trouble with a bunch of kids that were stealing hubcaps and things off cars. He made Louis stay home more, and after a time, Louis and I began to be pretty close friends. I guess we needed each other, and what little love and attention we could squeeze out of life.
"Anyhow, one night, Louis sassed my Dad, and Dad had beat him up something awful with his fists. Then my father went out on a drunk. We knew he wouldn't be home that night.
"I felt so sorry for Lou, he was all bruised and cut, and my Dad had kicked him while Lou was on the floor. He went into his room and took his clothes off, and I got some iodine and bandages and a hot washcloth, and was fixing him up, when it it just happened.
"Lou had a bad bruise just where his leg joined his body, where Daddy had kicked him. I was rubbing it with the washcloth, when I saw Lou's prick begin to get stiff and stand up. I'd seen his, and Daddy's a few times, but I'd never seen it hard like that. It fascinated me, and right away I thought how much better a real, live, hard, warm cock would feel in my cunt, than a hairbrush handle.
"I began to play with it, skinning it back and forth. Then Lou reached out and began to play with my tits. I was only wearing a thin dress, with no bra, and no panties. He made the nipples stand up hard, and it felt good. I kept on playing with his prick, and he pulled me down on the bed and slid my dress off and began to run his fingers over the lips of my pussy. I could feel it getting wet and jumpy. Then I told him to 'really do it,' and he stuck his fingers up inside and began to rub my knob. I began to get so excited I didn't know what to do for Louis. I jerked his prick harder and harder, and then, all at once, I just wanted to put it in my mouth! He was making me feel so good, I wanted to show him that I loved him.
"I sucked it and used my tongue to massage it, and he began to shove his fingers deeper inside my cunt. We were both going faster and faster. Then I felt a flood of hot come in my mouth, and it shocked me. I let go and jumped up and ran into the bathroom and spit it into the toilet. It didn't really taste bad, but I hadn't been expecting so much of it, nor that it would be so hot.
"When I went back in. I was still hot and bothered and Louis was still laying there, his cock in his hand. It was soft, but he was playing with it and I could see it getting harder. I went over and laid down beside him and took his cock in my hand. While I got it hard, he played with my cunt again, and we began to kiss on the mouth. I was on fire when Louis put his tongue inside my mouth. I sucked it and we began a see-saw motion with our tongues, first his in mine, then mine in his.
"I thought I was going to burst with the heat between my legs, so I said, 'Lou, put it in me.’
"He shook his head at fist. 'You're my sister,' he said. I said, 'So what, if I love you. I just sucked you off, didn't I?’
"I moved up and took one of my breasts in my hand and put the nipple up close to his mouth. 'Suck it, Lou,’ I pleaded. He put the nipple in his mouth and began to suck it, and massage it with his tongue. His hand went to my pussy again. He shoved his fingers inside it and began to play with my clit and dig at the soft flesh inside. His cock was real stiff again, and when I knew he was ready, I slid down and rolled onto my back and spread my legs. I held the lips of my cunt open with my fingers. 'Please fuck me, Lou,' I begged.
"He couldn't control himself any longer. He got on his knees between my legs, holding his cock in one hand, and he fitted the head of it into the folds of my wet, hot cunt and began to push it in.
"It was wonderful. I knew I was going to come the second he hit my clit with his beautiful, hard cock! I came right away, but Lou was still pumping away, so I decided to go for more. He let his body down to cover mine, and I spread my legs and wrapped them around his hips. When he began to kiss me, slicking his tongue in my mouth deep, I came again. It took Lou about three minutes, I guess, and in that time, I came four times!
"When Lou came, he just laid there, with his prick inside me, and he kissed me, real gently. I'd never felt so wonderful in my life. My whole body, my mind, were glowing with love. I just felt full of joy.
"I laid awake that night for a long time. I tried to figure out if what we'd done was wrong. I knew what incest meant, and what people said about it, but it couldn't be wrong to be that happy, and to have been able to make Lou, the only one I loved, happy, too.
"We did it almost every night after that unless my Dad was home. Sometimes, we'd do it after school. I was really happy."
That was Jill's first experience with sex. It had been an experience of love and fulfillment. But it also opened up another need. She had satisfied her brother's need, and he had fulfilled her temporarily. Jill felt the loss of her mother far more than she realized, and, deprived of her father's love because of his drinking habits and his negative attitude toward life after his wife's death, Jill discovered that close personal relationships gave a depth to life, that casual ones, such as she had at school, did not. More than that, she felt a new popularity and womanly power, and it didn't bother her that to attain this popularity, she had to 'put out' to the boys. Moreover, Jill had to "feed" this need to be wanted and loved, by continuing to be known as an "easy lay."
"I felt good when I was with a boy. I liked having him show me attention," Jill continued. "But kissing and holding hands wasn't enough. I had to go all the way. I was never satisfied until he'd either stuck his cock in me, or I'd mouthed it until he shot into my mouth. I loved playing with his balls and kissing his hard cock. I wasn't hurting anyone, and I didn't see anything wrong with it."
But it was hurting Jill, herself. As she became known as a "quick score" among the eager young males, she became despised by the better elements of her society, and thus felt more and more "left out" and unwanted. It got so bad that her brother, Lou, talked to her about her blatant promiscuousness. He told her it was hurting him, too, and that, sooner or later, their father was bound to hear about it. He pointed out that if he heard of it during one of his drunken sprees, it could be disastrous for both of them.
Jill appreciated the wisdom of Lou's counsel, but she couldn't give up her sex bouts. What she did to counteract the growing shabbiness of her reputation and her person was to begin to frequent the shabbier parts of town, where she wouldn't be recognized.
"I started going down to the slums," Jill continued. "There are usually a lot of single men there loners fellows who hitchhike around a lot, land in town for a while, then move on. Some of them are just out of prison, or on the road looking for jobs. They're lonely and afraid and, well just like I am. I liked them all. And, I figured nobody would find out. I'd go there, see one I liked, start talking to him, and we'd end up some place having sex. In his hotel room, if he had one, or a parked car or an alley any place.
"I think it was even better because… well, you take the boys at school. They enjoy sex with you, but maybe they have had it the night before. Most of the guys down there… '. they haven't had it for awhile, so they really appreciated it. I guess it sounds crude, but they fucked like they were doing something special, getting somebody really special. They kissed and tongued and ail that like it really was something special. You get their pricks in you, you've got something extra good!' The foregoing cases are but two examples of girls who became promiscuous because of events and circumstances in their early lives, over which they had absolutely no control. Had their needs been filled adequately and properly, by the persons whom they needed, they might not have become what they did. In the final analysis, if such promiscuity is to be considered by our society as a crime, it might be said that these two girls were the victims, rather than the perpetrators.
Today, a growing number of young girls participate in sexual activities before marriage. It is obvious, as countless studies show, that our society is creating an environment in which the young are easily drawn into such activities in an attempt to fill a need that even they do not understand.
While a relatively small number of young women become totally promiscuous, the number who participate in "multiple sex experiences," (sex activities with a number of different partners) is growing larger.
With a great emphasis on materialism, our values are changing; we place far more importance on what we possess or earn, than we do on moral values or behavior.
With the world opening up, including our landing on the moon, methods of creating excitement and interest lessen, so the young experiment with drugs, crime, and most of all, with sexual activities. At the same time, society takes a continually more lenient attitude toward sexual freedom, and the opportunity for promiscuity becomes ever greater, without fear of being ostracized or in many instances, even criticized. A third example of a "junior sexpot," is June R.
June is not an attractive girl through no fault of her own. She just does not have the physical attributes that attractiveness demands. While not ugly, June is extremely plain. Her wild black hair refuses to be trained or curled neatly. She is thin to the point of emaciation, and because of this, her large breasts seem almost grotesque.
June became pregnant the first time at age thirteen. She carried the baby a full nine months and it was a healthy child. She had no idea who the father was, but gave the welfare department a choice of more than twenty boys none of whom was over sixteen, so the issue was not pushed. The child was put up for adoption.
The second time June became pregnant, she was fourteen, and this time, she nor the child was lucky. The child was born a mongoloid.
"It was the same old story," June's caseworker stated, "except that this time, we were pretty certain who the father was. He was a seventeen-year-old with the mind of a two-year-old." The second child was placed in an institution and died within a year.
What could be the problem with a fourteen-year-old girl who had had two illegitimate children? Was she a true nymphomaniac? She admitted to having intercourse with over a hundred different boys since she was barely twelve years old, yet, her case history suggests that she was not a nymphomaniac! At least, not in the true sense of the word. Instead, June was the product of a particular home environment.
Her mother told this frank story:
"I'm thirty-two years old and my life hasn't been easy, I can tell you. I was born in Mississippi, on a farm. We were sharecroppers and they called us 'Poor white trash.' When I was twelve, one of Pa's hired hands, a young buck about sixteen, sweetened on me. There wasn't much fun on the farm. I worked as hard as my Pa. So, when he promised to take me away with him when the season was over, I let the fucker screw me the whole season. He was a sweet-talking fucker, but the bastard ran off without me. He left me something, though: June's older brother.
"My Pa told me to git my ass off the place, and what could I do? I knew a young fellow in town. He was eighteen, but he was married. He told me he wanted to divorce his wife and marry me, so I let him rent me a room. That meant he could come and visit me anytime he wanted. He just never could get enough of me. He'd fuck me three or four times a night, four or five nights a week, and if I'd tell him I just couldn't take it no more, he'd make me suck him off. Or he'd make me take his big cock up my asshole. He gave me piles, the sonofabitch! Then I got knocked up again, and he just laughed about marrying me, and said there wasn't nothing I could do about it! And there wasn't.
"After Junie was born, I packed the kids up and I hitchhiked to California. I had to screw the bastards that picked me up I even sucked a couple of them off.
"I met one guy who gave me a fat line, I had to listen to him – I didn't have no money, and no choice. So, I let him set me up in a place in Los Angeles. He got a phony marriage license and got us on welfare, but the bastard drank up most of the money. Then he wanted me to whore for him. That was too much. It was bad enough having to suck his big cock all the time, or take it up my ass, without him pimping for other jerks.
"I took off and got my own place. I kept the welfare going, and at least we ate. Then I met this young fella, and he liked the kids. I figured the kids needed a man around and even if he was married to some tramp back East, he said he loved me and wanted to marry me when he got his divorce.
"We lived together for a year until I got pregnant again, and then he was long gone. I lost that baby when I was six months gone. A damned good thing, I guess."
Her sordid story was just a repeat. A series of men who lived with her, got her pregnant and provided her with five more children, then left her.
June told her caseworker:
"Mostly, there was just the one room Mom and whatever guy she was living with in the bed, and us kids on mattresses on the floor. We knew from when we were babies, almost, what they were doing in bed. Mom always threatened that no man would ever get his prick into her again, when one would run out on her, but there was always a new one in a day or so. He'd be screwing and mouth-fucking her just like the others did. And we all watched, plenty of times.
"We did a lot of playing with each other, too. We tried a lot of the things we'd watch her and her fuckers do. The boys all wanted their pricks to get as big as the men's that Mom slept with, so we played with them and sucked them, hoping they would grow faster.
"We used to wonder about the noises Mom made when she was being fucked or sucked off. You could tell she really liked it. We could hardly wait until we could feel a prick inside us. We used to try to get the boys' pricks hard, then get them on top of us and try to make them poke their little pricks up into our little cunts, but it didn't work very well.
"As soon as I was big enough, I let the boys at school try it. It felt good, but they didn't know how to really get it in and keep it working in and out, and most of them wouldn't go down on me not the young ones. But there was a janitor at the school that would. He used to finger-fuck me real good until I'd git a good feeling all over my cunt and ass. Then he'd take my panties off, spread my legs and suck and lick my pussy until I'd get an even better feeling. I used to play with his prick, too, jerking it until it got hard and then I'd suck it hard, like I saw Mom do for the guys at home.
"I even wanted him to put his prick inside my cunt and fuck me the real way, but he was too scared. He said he might hurt me. I didn't think it would because Mom always made those noises like the pricks weren't hurting her, and some them were big and long, and those guys shoved the whole thing into her cunt.
"One of Mom's boy friends used to fool with me, too. This happened when I was about ten. He used to play with my pussy but Mom didn't know it. I'd play with his prick, too. One time we met in the park and I sucked his prick and he went down between my legs, fingering my asshole while he sucked my cunt.
"Later, he was the one that first got a prick all the way up into me. He shot into my pussy, but it was hurting me too much, and I didn't have a 'come' that first time. I had plenty later from him, though. Sometimes, we'd do it even while my Mom was home. I'd sneak into the bathroom when he was in there, and he'd sprawl out on the toilet and slide down a little, so I could straddle him. He always came real quick that way, and I began to have good 'comes' almost every time. Sometimes I'd just suck him off, and a lot of times he'd give me some money."
Through her caseworker, June was placed in psychiatric therapy. The sessions proved fruitful in recognizing and alienating the undesired sex patterns developed during her childhood. She has been married for over a year now and thus far has remained faithful to her husband. He, in turn, deeply loves June and, aware of her past problem, is dedicated to fulfilling her emotional and sexual needs.