Many people still are burdened with the false impression that adults and children in grandfather's day were somehow devoid of all sexual desire and feeling. According to this unrealistic view of society, they were "supposed" to be. Sex was not to be discussed at all costs, certainly never mentioned in polite society. A man was expected to "sow his wild oats," a licentious state of affairs that was accepted and tolerated but not condoned. However… "boys will be boys," but girls had to remain sexless at all costs-even prostitutes in public houses were not permitted in taverns and saloons-virgin-pure and lily-white of virtue and character! Sex was "God-given and sacred," but still dirty and exceedingly nasty. A wife had to "give" herself to her filthy and obscene husband, because it was the order of things; husbands were like that-dirty and filthy, thinking only of the "fuck." And even the "antifuck" establishment had to admit grudgingly that sex was necessary for the propagation of the precious race. But only a lustful wife would enjoy such a filthy act!
During those days it was quite natural that many women became as frigid as icebergs over such warped teachings, retained from childhood. But not all. Some of those grandmothers were real swingers. Some were even pedophiles!
An elderly retired man in his eighties, told this writer: "I don't like admitting it, but I bad an old maid aunt who must have been a pedophile. I was born and raised in the Midwest, a little old farming community. One winter-I believe it was around 1890 or someplace in there-I was sent to visit this old aunt, about a hundred miles from my home. My parents didn't accompany me, and the only reason they sent me was to escape the flu epidemic that was going around.
"My aunt-she was about thirty-had a small house on the edge of town, and she was a dressmaker and well thought of in the community. I was about eight years old at the time. I slept with her because she said I would be warmer by being in her bed. Naturally at my age, I suspected not one damned thing. I had no reason to; she was my aunt, wasn't she?
"About the third night of my visit, I was in bed with the old dame and was half asleep, when I felt her hand working through the slit of my pajamas. I lay there, startled and frightened to death-completely immobile. I do confess that when her searching fingers found my cock and began caressing it, I enjoyed the sensation very much. Understand, I knew nothing of the sexual process, but you don't have to sit on a red-hot stove to feel the heat. By the same token, children don't have to have the sexual knowledge of a psychiatrist to enjoy the sensations produced by their budding sexual processes. I lay there, pretending that I was asleep, and let my aunt play with my prick.
"The next night-and I was anxious to go to bed with her by then-she repeated her fondling performance, only after a time she discovered that I was not asleep. She caught me with my eyes open. She stared at me for a moment, startled to learn that I was aware of her actions. Quickly she drew back her hand from my prick, uncertain of what she should do. I decided for her. I took her hand and placed it back on my hard little prick. This surprised her, and she said, "You won't tell your mother, will you? You must not, you know." I said I would not and she went back to playing with my cock.
"After a bit she pulled back the covers, undid my pajamas and pulled them from me, so that I was naked from the waist down. Then she began to suck my cock. Naturally I couldn't have a come at that age, even though the mental stimulation was there. I guess you might say I had a dry run.
"After the old bitch sucked me, she really got dirty. I suppose that since she felt I enjoyed it and wouldn't tell my mother, she could go whole bag, so to speak, and do anything she wanted with me.
"She removed my pajama top and began kissing me all over, even sucking my nipples. She asked me to perform cunnilingus-eat her pussy-on her. I didn't know what she meant or what the act consisted of, but she said she'd show me. She lay on her back and told me to get down at the foot of the bed and put my head between her legs. I did so, having my face only inches from her hairy cunt-and I do mean hairy! She was covered from belly button to asshole with a thick thatch of dark blonde hair. She took both hands and pulled my face to that wet slit, telling me to, in her words, ‘put your tongue in through the hair and lick my hole all over. You'll like it… really enjoy doing it.'
"I certainly didn't like doing it, but I was afraid to refuse her. I found out that she had another reason for having me lick and suck her snatch-to hold the act over me. She said, ‘Remember, Donnie, if you tell your mother what I did to you, you'll also have to tell her about putting your tongue between my legs and into my hole. You just remember that.' I nodded and said I wouldn't tell, and she continued, ‘Crawl up over me and put your cute little pee-pee in my mouth.' I did so and she sucked me some more, after which she had me crawl between her legs, like a man would. She placed my cock in her wet cunt and began moving her hips and telling me to move up and down on her. All the while she held me to her placing her hands on my ass-cheeks.
My aunt almost went crazy. She moaned and whimpered and squealed and I thought she had finally flipped her cork. She kept saying, ‘Oh, John… Oh, John' over and over and this confused the hell out of me, since John wasn't my name. Years later I realized that ‘John' must have been her dream man or a lost love she was thinking about in her sexual reverie. She muttered, ‘Oh, John, I'm coming!' Of course, I didn't know what coming meant either.
"Spent two months with my aunt and she sucked my little cock and fucked me almost every night. She even had me lick her pussy several times until she came off. When I say she got real dirty… I mean downright dirty, because she would lick my asshole and made me do the same for her."
Another case of pedophilia was revealed to this writer by a young teen-aged youth in, Los Angeles, California, a homosexual, who admitted to me that numerous times he had serviced an aging, retired movie actress.
According to this boy: "This old bitch has a sort of agent who does nothing but scout around for boys and girls-even the real young ones. I mean boys and girls under ten! I can't prove it and even if I could, you wouldn't be able to tell who she was unless you wanted to find yourself with a lawsuit on your hands. Hell, I don't care if you believe me or not. I know it's the truth and that's all that matters.
"This old twat's in her middle sixties if she's a day. She doesn't look it, but I've read all I can find about her in the library, and she sure ain't no doll in her forties or fifties. She was a big deal way back in the silent films. She had this big mansion out in the canyon in Beverly Hills, complete with Olympic-sized swimming pool. You know, the whole fucking works!
"I got into the thing by accident. I guess you could call it that. I hang out at this bar on the Strip, and one night I made a play for this guy. I sure wanted to play around with his cock, then give him a good blow job. He was about forty years old and a real Daddy type. The only thing was… he didn't buy the bit. He was a straight… he didn't go in for homo stuff. Sure, the place was a hangout for the gays, but still a lot of straights come in. Mind you, I said this guy was a girl-fucker, not a priest! He just didn't want to get sucked off by a boy, but he ups and buys me a beer and pops this weird proposition to me, asks me how I'd like to make fifty bucks a session out at this old gal's house. Okay, so I'm a big prick queen, but I'll fuck a female if I get paid enough for it, although it takes a helluva lot to get my prick hard when a woman's involved. But long green dollars is what I'm after. Man, I'd fuck the Grand Canyon if enough bills were involved!
"Sure, I got ears for this offer, and I ask him about the deal. He clues me that this old sexpot digs orgies like crazy, and that I'd have to do anything she wanted, you know, like sucking and fucking her and doing the same with other boys and girls. He added, ‘Hell, kid… you'll enjoy every minute of it. After all, you get your kicks eating cock and fucking in the ass, and there'll be plenty of nice young boys there you can work on; This old dame likes to see a queer in action! She tosses these parties about once a month, and it's an easy way to make yourself some bread, kid.'
"I told him it was a deal, if he was on the level, but only on condition that he stop referring to me as a queer and stop calling me kid. That really tickled his ass, but he just laughed and said, okay, it was a deal.
"Say, buy me another drink. You can, you know. Won't anyone say anything in this joint.
"Getting back to my story. Man, I tell you that first party at the old whore's house was really a smash! And, dad, I've made the scene at some real blowouts! But that one-Woweee!
"This old movie star was painted up with enough war paint to fill a Max Factor factory. She had a bedroom as big as an arena. She was all propped up on silk pillows and as naked as the day she was born. What a sight! She was a fat two hundred pounds, with titties that hung down almost to her gut and cunt hair as thin as leaves on trees in wintertime.
"There were four of us present, other than the old snatch. Me, a black boy about my age, and two girls. I was really surprised when I saw those two little girls. Hell, they weren't over ten years old. That old bitch had us strip naked and take a shower; then we returned to her bedroom.
"She didn't pull any punches with her language, either. ‘Boys and girls, I like to fuck and I know all of you do. Black boy, you get on me and screw the living shit out of me, and the rest of you watch. And I want you to chant fuck, fuck, fuck… suck, suck, suck-and call out encouragement to this here nigger bastard as he fucks me. I really get my kicks like that!'
"Well now, I figured she was an exhibitionist, but us standing there calling out fuck and suck-man, that threw me, dad!
"The two little girls and I watched, as the jungle bunny hopped her. His cock looked about half as big as a telephone pole and he looked like he had just stepped off a slow slave boat from Africa. Black as the tar in the pits! And grinning like some kind of fucking idiot! He shoved that big black cock into her cunt and it almost made her eyes pop out! That nigger-boy fucked her pussy like cunts were a thing of the past, you know, like it was his first piece of woman ass, and she grunted and groaned and carried on like a drunken virgin at a gang-bang! It's a wonder the huge bed didn't just break up and fall down!
"Me… I began to feel as useless as a prick on a priest because after that black boy finished fucking her, she called to the two girls. ‘We'll have some sucking now, dollies,' she said in that god-awful booze-tinged voice. ‘Little blondie, you crawl up between my legs and eat my cunt-suck this black bastard's come out of me, and you, sweetie-she meant the little redhead- climb up on my face and let me suck that pretty little pussy of yours until you almost faint. You boys just stand there next to each other and keep saying those very fine words.'
"Those little girls got right to work. One began eating the old broad's pussy and sucking at the come dripping out of her hole and the other one straddled her face, squatting down and letting the old whore suck her cunt. All the while me and that stupid grinning black boy-he was just too goddamn stupid to feel stupid-just stood there, saying, ‘fuck, suck, fuck, suck… eat that cunt… lick that pussy,' and things like that.
"My turn came later when the woman asked me if I was gay-only she said queer. I could have busted her right in her cock-sucking mouth. ‘You like to suck cock?' she said. She knew damned well I did-and she was right! She had seen me take the black boy's prick in my mouth and blow him, and I tell you right here and now, that was some project! Getting that pole into my mouth. He sat grinning in a chair and I knelt on the rug while I ate his dong-straddling the redhead girl, my knees on either side of her shoulders, fucking her in her little mouth as I sucked the black boy. I didn't come off. Getting my prick mouthed by a girl doesn't send me at all. I squirted later when the black boy sucked me, though-gave him as much juice as he had given me.
"We did about everything with that old bitch. The two little girls ate each other, they sucked me and the black and we sucked their little hairless cunts, and all of us had to take turns sucking and licking the old girl's pussy and even ass-eating her and each other. Me and the black screwed each other in the ass, and he lucked the little blonde. Now let me say right here that, although he had a cock on him that would wilt a full-grown woman, the little girl could take half of it inside her twat, but she had to get on top of him. I had never seen anything like before. White ten-year-old pussy taking a huge black cock up her hairless twat. The redhead wouldn't go for it, though. Hell, she wouldn't even try. ‘I can't take a peter that big,' she said, eyeing it warily. ‘And I ain't gonna try for no amount of money.' She did take me on, though. Hell, I almost came in her little snatch… because she was so tight it was almost like an asshole! But it fizzled. I just ain't built in the mental department for a girl. The minute I got my cock in her snatch, it started to wilt and droop. The old whore thought this was very funny and almost fell out of her goddamn bed laughing.
"We carried on for almost four hours with that dirty-assed bitch. She certainly was a dirty old fart. At one time we all went into the bathroom with her. That bath… it was something else… as big almost as her bedroom and with a tub that must have been eight feet square. Just like you see in those Japanese movies, big as hell and sunk right into the floor. Tell you what the fat slut made us do. She made me and the black kneel in the tub while those two little girls walked around us giggling and pissing on our backs and chests. Man, you ever had that piss flowing over you?
"The old bitch really dug that scene. ‘Open your mouths boys and have a drink of piss and I'll give you an extra twenty,' she cooed, fingering her own sloppy snatch. Now, maybe I'm not exactly an up-standing pillar of the community, but draw the line at drinking piss. Maybe I'm gay, but I ain't crazy! But the black boy did. He might as well have been a camel on the desert! He held his face up, lips open, and let the two little girls take turns pissing in his mouth. Shit, I bet he drank a quart of piss! What surprised me most, though, was those two ten-year-old girls dug the piss bit, too.
"Well, the old slut got into the tub with us and we had to smear her from head to toe with honey. We filled her cunt and the crack of her ass with the sticky stuff. She then had us lick it all off her body. It was the first time I ever ate pussy and got actually aroused and from the girls, too. We all got smeared with the stuff.
I had to suck the black boy off again and this time his black cock was the sweetest and stickiest prick I've ever had inside my mouth. We had to wash for an hour getting all the stuff off. All the while the old bitch sat there watching us while we washed each other.
Watching and finger-fingering-not her pussy, but finger-fucking her old asshole!-and sipping a drink of whiskey. She wouldn't give us any. She said she didn't believe in children drinking! Imagine that!"
Female pedophilia is not at all uncommon, as we have seen, in spite of the fact that we seldom read of such cases in the papers-child molestation cases in which the offender is a woman. For that matter, few cases of ‘male pedophilia ever reach the newspapers, for one reason or another. A good many cases are not reported Often the child does not report the incident to the authorities or parents because of fear and shame Girls and boys in their early and pre-teens are especially prone to remain silent after being molested, unless actual rape has taken place and they are in pain. Many parents often remain silent even after the child has told them of being attacked. After all, what will ‘the neighbors think?'
The following case is intriguing as it explains in depth the operations and motivations of a female pedophile who was caught-a rarity in the world of sexual crime. Because of limited space, the case will be told in narrative form.
Mary was in her middle thirties and a teacher of English at one of the local high schools in a city of large population. A widow, her husband having been killed in the conflict of the fifties, Mary is a fairly attractive brunette. Her figure is excellent; her manner and demeanor are those of education and good breeding. She has a degree in education from a good women's college. She is well thought of and respected in her profession of teaching. She has no children. To look at her, to talk with her… one would never think she was a pedophile in the worst way, and addicted to numerous perversions.
Mary was not always a pedophile, and there is nothing in her sexual history to indicate the trauma that triggered the change from normal psychosexual drives to the paraesthesia of pedophilia. She reports her childhood as happy, filled with love and all the material necessities. Her family was without any moral or social blemish, all its members the products of middle class morality and social outlook. Not the least trace of neuroses or sexual abnormality. Mary has a sister and two brothers; all are married and well adjusted.
Mary had her first sex experience when she was fourteen years old, at a high school dance, when her date tried to fondle her breasts. She did not permit the boy to do so and stopped him immediately. A year later, however, she submitted to fondling by another boy, enjoying the sensation so much that she even. Permitted him, finally, to masturbate her to an orgasm-her first. She did not touch or caress his penis nor permit him to have intercourse with her; yet she did watch with fascination as he masturbated himself to ejaculation-before her eyes.
Ages sixteen and seventeen, Mary dated frequently, petting to climax with some of her dates, indulging in activities that were on par with other girls-and boys of her age and social group. Petting consisted of kissing-mouth-breast fondling and Mary's receiving digital stimulation from the boy. Now and then her date might suck her breasts and nipples while she satisfied him with fondling and masturbating him. In spite of what many parents think and pretend to believe, such sexual activity between teenagers is considered normal and not the least bit surprising to sexologists.
A boy performed cunnilinugus on Mary when she was eighteen, an act which shocked and disgusted her, leaving her with a feeling of intense shame. As she related: "I had expected my date to masturbate me, knowing my personal morals, as he had dated me previously, he knew I would not permit sexual intercourse. I had permitted him to remove my panties to facilitate masturbation. I was startled when he got between my legs and began sucking and licking on my vagina. For a very short time I enjoyed the sensation, the manner in which his tongue explored my vaginal lips and washed my clitoris; then conscience overcame pleasure and I forced him to stop. I never dated him again."
At age twenty, while in college, Mary met Raymond, the young man she would eventually marry a student of industrial engineering at a neighboring college. After almost a year of steady company, Raymond proposed and Mary accepted. During this ten and a half months of dating, their sexual activities consisted of mutual fondling, caresses and masturbation. After a time, Raymond proposed intercourse and, during one of their petting sessions, when both were very excited, tried to force penetration, stopping only when he became convinced that Mary meant what she so often said, that full intimate contact would cheapen their relationship and severely shake the foundations of their future marriage.
In her words: "I had been taught as a child that pre-marital sex was wrong, and although I love Raymond very much, I was determined to remain a virgin until marriage."
It was Raymond who introduced Mary again to cunnilingus-and fellatio-as a prelude to sexual intercourse, during their honeymoon. She did not consider these oral-genitals acts perverted. Preparatory to marriage, she had read a great many authoritative books on marriage that explained that oral acts were not obscene, if they, led to sexual union and if they were enjoyed by both man and wife, provided one partner did not force the act upon the other.
Mary enjoyed cunnilingus as performed by Raymond, his adeptness causing her to have numerous orgasms. ‘She had no moral nor religious scruples against either fellatio or cunnilingus, and her previous dislike of the acts lay not in any realm of ethics, but in the fact that the boy attempting the act was not her husband.
Mary did not dislike fellatio, either. She told this writer: "Raymond enjoyed it more than I, of course, as it was he on whom the majority of sensations rested. I did enjoy giving him pleasure in this manner-using my mouth and tongue-and after the first four or five times of sucking him, I began looking forward to it, I began enjoying sexually the very act itself. I delighted in licking his prick and letting his cock head slide in and out of my lips and mouth. I delighted in the fresh clean man-smell. I never swallowed his discharge, however. Raymond would come in' my mouth but I'd spit it out right away, then suck his cock as it wilted. We did graduate to doing sixty-nine-me on top. Raymond would even divide his time between sucking my pussy and licking my asshole, the latter of which I also enjoyed a treat deal. It made me come faster and more often. I saw nothing wrong in the act. We always bathed before having sex and we both enjoyed him doing this to me, although I could not bring myself to introduce my tongue to his asshole. Raymond did not press the issue. Like myself, he did not believe in making the partner do something distasteful.
"Raymond and I enjoyed sexual intercourse tremendously. We experimented with various positions and frankly, I enjoyed being fucked!"
Raymond graduated from college two months after he and Mary were married and obtained a good job with an engineering firm. He also became a reservist in the army. Fourteen months later Mary obtained her degree and began teaching third grade in an elementary school the following September.
Mary and Raymond were happy; he had a good job with a growing company, with ample opportunity for advancement; they had a nice four-room apartment and a German shepherd named Brute-and since they both worked, their income was more than sufficient.
Mary and Raymond wanted children. But Mary did not become pregnant. After four years the couple decided that Mary's barrenness might be a medical problem, and the family doctor was consulted. Tests were given. Mary was totally sterile-a revelation that left her ashamed and with a deep sense of inadequacy. The physician suggested adoption, and Mary and Raymond discussed this numerous times, discussions that led to shouting sessions and violent arguments, with Raymond, in the heat of anger, even accusing Mary of being "only half a woman." They always reconciled in bed and while Raymond always said he was sorry, he invariably returned to the subject of adoption. While understanding his need for a child, his need to be a father, Mary simply felt she had to be honest with him, and with herself, knowing full well that she could never adopt a child and love it as her own. It was not her nature. Nor could she understand how Raymond could expect such an impossibility of her, to love a stranger, a child whose ancestry was uncertain.
Their lives, like those of millions of United States citizens, were then disrupted by the police action half way around the world. Raymond was ordered to active duty and was sent overseas five months later. Within a year he was dead, killed instantly by a sniper's bullet. Mary was then twenty-nine years old.
His death was a severe emotional blow to her, sending her into a state of shock whereby she was hospitalized. She recovered slowly, forcing herself to face the bitter reality of the situation. Gradually, picking up the forces of the psychic processes, Mary resumed her place in life. She resumed teaching on the advice of her doctor, this time taking a position in a high school.
Although she did not realize it at the time, a change had subtly descended like a dark cloud over her. Men asked her for dates, but she refused, preferring books, her work, and the favorite company of her own thoughts. Occasionally she became sexually aroused, wanting desperately to be satisfied, her need crying for the caress of the male phallus; yet for some reason which she herself could not explain, the very nearness of men seemed to fill her with a strange repugnance.
She was thirty-three years old when she received her master's degree and switched schools. Mary was an excellent teacher, well liked by the students, respected by the rest of the faculty. No one suspected the terrible forces of repression ‘boiling with her-least of all herself!
Mary's students were in the sixteen-year-old group… boys and girls of whom the majority considered life one big party, although there was a minority of serious-minded students with their eyes on the future.
It began during Mary's second term at the high school: her becoming sexually excited over some of her teenage male students… filled with an intense desire to fondle and kiss them, to play with their genitals to have them send her to the heights of lust with cunnilingus-and she desperately wanted to perform fellatio on them. It was a huge, burning hunger-and a ravenousness that began to strangle not only her waking moments but her dreams as well… a grasping, raging need so ‘powerful she was completely defenseless against it… like a man whose wind is being cut off. He doesn't reason; he doesn't pause for logic nor explanation; he only fights for air… for life!
It was that way with Mary. She had to be satisfied. She got her opportunity one afternoon after school while driving along the street. She spotted Harold walking along the street, probably going home since he lived in the vicinity. Harold was one of her students, a tall, muscular sixteen-year-old, very popular with the girls and a fullback on the football team. Harold was a serious-minded student, wanting an education in the worst way; unfortunately, he didn't have the ability to match the ambition.
Mary pulled up alongside of him, honked the horn. Harold walked over to the car. "Get in, Harold. I'm going your way," Mary said pleasantly. Once Harold was in the car and they were moving down the street, Mary cleverly steered conversation to the subject of his grades… with Harold mentioning that if his grades continued as they were, he'd probably be kicked off the team. He was counting on a football scholarship to see him through college.
"Do you think I'll flunk English?" he asked.
"I'm afraid so, Harold, at the rate you're going," Mary said. "But I can tell you how you can be assured of passing, at least in my class, and English is your poorest subject."
Naturally Harold was interested. Mary told him, driven by her need, explaining bluntly that if he would make love to her and satisfied her sexually, she would see to it that he passed. She could tell that Harold was staggered at the idea, but at the same time flattered. The foolish teenager probably thought she was in love with him! He accepted her offer with some hesitation, but asked, "B-but where? I mean… how do we go about it so… "
"I'll tell you where and when, Harold… "
That night Mary and Harold checked in at a motel, a complex with a reputation for shack up jobs, about twenty miles from the city in which they lived. Once inside the dimly-lit cabin, they quickly undressed and fell to the bed. Mary was pleased to see the boy already had a huge erection, and frantically she pulled him into her arms, her hand reaching for his stiff organ, her thumb digging into the moist surface of the head.
"Ooohhh… love me," she moaned.
Harold began caressing and feeling and kissing her breasts, his own body trembling with passion, his hands trembling violently. He began sucking at her bone-hard nipples while his fingers toyed with her dripping, pulsating vagina. Her skin was as warm as tin lying in a hot sun. She squirmed and writhed madly when he shoved his finger into her moist, heated hair-lined orifice. Grasping his throbbing penis, she jerked it up and down in her fist, moaning and whimpering.
Harold began kissing her on the belly-and she could stand the urge no longer. "Bring it up," she panted. "Bring your sweet prick up to my mouth and I'll blow you! Hurry… give it to me… let me suck your cock… let me feel it in my mouth! Please let me suck your prick!" She delighted in the reality, the vulgar sound of her words. Harold arched himself over her head, his knees on both sides of her neck. He placed another pillow under her head and leaned forward, bringing his erection closer to her lips. Mary took the throbbing phallus in her hand and began jerking it while she looked up at the dripping, inflamed head, saying, "I want this beautiful cock as hard as I can get it."
Slowly she began working on the young boy's penis. Harold, on his hands and knees above her, rocked forward and backward rhythmically, meeting her raised head with each thrust. She continued to suck him smoothly and evenly, then suddenly she changed her tactics, becoming almost violent, lightly brushing over the skin of his penis with her teeth, taking a fast short stroke which she balanced against a deep, full one, working her lips over the throbbing organ fast and furiously. As the boy watched his penis slide in and out of her tightly stretched lips, he felt the pressure building up inside of his body… while below him Mary's head darted almost too fast for his eyes to follow-a blur of speed that created sweet sensations of pleasure on his erect phallus.
Her hand began sliding up his naked buttocks, her finger feeling its way along the shivering crack until it reached his puckered, clenching rectum. Up inside it delved eagerly… searching, darting, finding and stimulating his inner passage way. This action of Mary's, combined with the frenzy of her sucking lips and swirling tongue, the caressing motion of her mouth on his huge penis brought blood rushing to the boy's head with such force that he thought for a second he might pass out. But he didn't. Instead, he lifted his head and drank in the sheer sexual ecstasy of the intense suction she was applying to his organ. The pent-up power within his body suddenly exploded, sending a river of thick fluid gushing into the back of her throat.
Breathing heavily, the young teen-ager felt his entire body tingle as the woman twice his age underneath sucked the last droplet of semen from his jerking, convulsing penis. Mary continued her withdrawing movements, her tongue fluttering insanely around the smooth head, slowing them down gradually until the boy had been drained dry… her lips massaging the body of his penis as she allowed it to slip from her mouth inch by inch. Finally, she licked the last gleaming tiny drop from the small, inflamed slit and let it sag. Harold, his eyes almost rolling, sank' to one side of the bed, his' mouth gaping as he struggled for breath.
Mary wiped her mouth on the bed sheet. "Now… it's your turn to suck me," she said. "And I want you to suck my cunt slowly and hard…
Harold had not expected her request, his reluctance all too evident in his manner. "I haven't ever done that to a girl," he began. "I don't know… I…
"You'll do it for me… or I'll make sure you never pass," Mary whispered fiercely. "And that will be the end of your football days, too. Now… get down there between my legs and suck… suck my pussy and make me come."
The boy's face was flushed with embarrassment as he said, "Well… sit in a chair. I think I can do it better that way."
Mary sat in a high-backed chair and spread her legs widely, while Harold sank to his knees before her. His tongue began clearing a path to her waiting, steaming vagina, sliding gently and moistly along the inner flesh of her long thighs.
Mary lifted her buttocks from the chair and said, "Place your hands under my ass."
Harold slipped both hands under her legs and caught the unseated bottom of her buttocks where he could manipulate them. Reluctantly he slid his head along the glistening warm thighs until his nose buried itself in the warm thatch of curling hairs at her crotch. He began darting his tongue down and flickered warily at the top of her moist, pulsating slit. Mary lifted her buttocks again and slumped down in the chair trying to trap his tongue in place where the young boy would be forced to continue. But this wasn't what Harold wanted. Since he had to suck her wet orifice, he felt he would tease her to' the point of sheer torment. He quickly retreated his tongue and waited for her to settle down once more. Besides, the boy found that sucking and licking her vagina was beginning to excite him. He could feel his organ growing, stiffening into hardness again. It was a sensation he had never experienced and, while he enjoyed it, he still remained puzzled over the feelings.
Mary couldn't settle down. Her body trembled and squirmed, her breathing coming in harsh pants. Imagination and promise had built up ‘a gasping desire within her body that manifested in weird convulsions controlled by spasms of the muscles in her lovely bottom that flashed her vaginal lips up and down before Harold's probing tongue and eyes. Each time the jerking threw her luscious buttocks up, the lubricant-covered lips of her vagina would twinkle at him wetly and wantonly.
All at once, in a sadden burst of passion, Harold dove his head between her smooth, slender ‘thighs, protruding his wet tongue and hoping to find her-sweet, steaming inner recesses. The mark found him instead. In a violent convolution of her naked hips, the delicate, sensitive lips of her vagina wiped across his tongue, bathing the brim of his mouth in a flux of hot viscous liquid.
"Ooohhh… " Mary wailed.
Harold drank it in and began the process of sucking, attempting to draw all the dripping juice from the hair-fringed cavity. As the liquid flowed into his waiting mouth and over his tongue, he brushed and pampered her quivering, sensitively inflamed clitoris, causing more of her heated sex balm to gush out. Harold slid his eager tongue from the little hardened bud of flesh, down along the delicious lips of her vagina until there was a gradual dropping away of membranes; the sides of her vagina felt like tense muscles, but the automatic resistance gave way under the pressure of his darting, snaking tongue. Inside, the tongue found pliable, soft, smooth folds of flesh which responded to each darting thrust, causing Mary to moan and whimper and jerk her yawning orifice up close ‘against his mouth. Her legs shivered in passion and she crossed them behind the teenager's back, locking him to her. Her mind blazed. My God! It's… it's good! Raymond… never did it… this good!'
Very suddenly the sucking and licking tongue became violent… furious… her buttocks, swelling and clenching, flying up and down so fast they would slap down against the seat of her chair, her open groin wiping at his face. She went so rapidly in her copulating motions that Harold would have lost all contact if her hands had not sped down onto the back of his head and pressed him firmly into place, burying his lips into the gaping passage of her heated opening.
As the sucking action reached supersonic proportions, there arose a series of moans and whimpers in Mary's throat which issued out of her nose and open mouth, Harold now worked his-tongue with a maddened frenzy, forcing his love-teacher to an orgasm that literally smothered him, inundating his face with the floodwaters of her delightful come.
"Ooohhh… Ooohhh!" Mary screamed, thrashing in the chair, her fingers knotting like snakes in the boy's long dark hair. Then her body began to slump as the spasms subsided and exhaustion came over her.
That first night was only the beginning. For almost a year, there were many other nights-at least once a week, depending when Harold could get away from his home-in which Mary and the sixteen-year-old boy wallowed in mindless, blind passion and lust. Mary was becoming more depraved by the day. "I turned that boy into an expert little pussy eater. He literally became addicted to my cunt. Why… I'll bet he's trying to suck and tongue every little twat he meets right now!" she said.
There were many others, other youngsters with whom Mary had sexual relations-and not infrequently with groups of boys in other towns… on weekends. She would pick up a boy and ask him if he had any friends who wanted a good "blow job and fuck." Of course the boy had close friends, all of them only to eager to "gang-bang" an attractive woman in the back seat of her automobile. Mary would suck the boy's organs-one after the other-then each boy would take his turn enjoying sexual intercourse with her.
Gradually the word got around, even in the town where Mary taught school, that she was an "easy lay willing to do anything a boy wanted her to do."
Her intense desire for boys never left her psychosexual system, and when boys weren't available, when she was too busy correcting papers and so forth, she used the dog she still had, for cunnilingus and many times she had performed fellatio on the animal. Mary toyed with the idea of letting the huge animal satisfy her with sexual intercourse; however, she never attempted this perversity, fearful that the German Shepherd would become entrapped with her vagina as she had seen dogs do.
Mary had become so depraved, she committed sexual acts unknown to anyone but her analyst-and only a minority of them are given in this case study because of lack of space and lack of time regarding my interviews with her analyst and Mary herself.
There was Herbert, nick named Pee Wee, the ten-year-old son of the custodial manager of the apartment house in which Mary lived.
A friendly and likable boy, Pee Wee ran errands for the tenants, walked their dogs, and did various odd jobs for them, earning himself a little spending money in the process. He was a sort of mascot around the place and practically all the people in the building remembered his birthday, and of course he received presents from all of them at Christmas.
Mary often gave Pee Wee a dollar to help her clean or rearrange furniture in her apartment. For some time Mary had considered him as a sex partner, and one day she made up her mind; she would do it; she would take his little penis into her mouth and suck it. She realized she would have to be patient and plan very carefully. Knowing the boy as she did, she also realized that at his age he would have an intense secret curiosity about all things sexual-didn't all boys, no matter what their age?-and was probably playing with his penis every day. She began her campaign to entice and arouse the young boy by deliberately leaning over in front of him when he was in her apartment, exposing to his gaze the smooth valley between her breasts; and since she wore no bra, it was not at all difficult to see the pink nipples which topped her creamy white mounds. Or she would leave unbuttoned the lower part of her robe, her forgetfulness allowing her upper thighs to show when she walked.
For a month Mary used this subtle exhibitionism, all the while studying the young boy intently out of the corner of her eyes, feeling with pleasure and anticipation the boy's eyes riveted to her near-nakedness when he felt she could not see him.
One Saturday Mary decided his virginity was ripe for plucking and, as they dusted the furniture, she accidentally let her hand brush the front of his pants. Aahhhh… parading around, leaning over and revealing her breasts, had finally paid off. The little boy had a delicious hard-on.
Later, after they had finished cleaning her apartment, Mary said, "Pee Wee… do you ever think about girls?"
The boy stared at the floor, blushing and embarrassed.
"Aw… sometimes, I guess," he said awkwardly. "Have you ever seen a girl naked?"
Pee Wee's eyes widened, and he shook his head. "Would you like to?"
Mary didn't wait for the boy to answer, knowing he would be to shocked and embarrassed to reply. Smiling at him, she slowly unbuttoned her robe, spreading it wide open so that he could see her breasts and the triangled thatch of hair that almost concealed her opening, yet a tinge of moist pink could be seen between the silken strands.
Pee Wee stared, his eyes as wide as saucers. His breathing became labored.
Mary reached out and took one of his trembling hands, placing his palm directly on one of her swelling breasts.
"Go ahead," she urged, voice throaty with growing passion. "Feel my titties. After all, you've been wanting to, haven't you?"
Like a robot, Pee Wee nodded his head. And he reached up and felt of her other breast with his other hand. He began tweaking and pulling at her hardened nipples, making them grow erect between his thumb and forefinger. He cupped them and hefted them, caressing the resilient smoothness while Mary stood there, shivering and looking down at him as he fondled her breasts.
"Let's go into the bedroom, darling," she whispered. Her voice hardly recognizable now, "and I'll do something real nice to you. I'll do it and you'll feel ever so good."
In the bedroom, she had the boy lie on his back, then she sat down beside him on the bed. Quickly her fingers unzipped his pants, her hand darting inside to find his little penis, already hard and warm and throbbing.
"What you gonna do to me? What… huh?" he asked in a shy voice.
Mary showed him. She leaned over and parted her lips, sucking the innocent boy's organ far into her mouth. It was so small, she had no difficulty whatsoever in taking the full length far back to her throat. She began applying a hard, tongue-swirling suction that stimulated the young boy to a high pitch of sexual intensity, making him move about as though he was being consumed by ants instead of Mary's warm, moist oral cavity.
She reached inside his opened fly and began fondling his hairless testicles as she sucked and licked her tongue around his small penis, rubbing them with her fingers and the palm of her hand while her face bobbed up and down, the pressure of her mouth slipping his pink phallus in and out of it, moving the soft foreskin back down to reveal the boy's smooth, virgin glands to her tongue. "That's g-good," the boy said through clenched teeth. "Keep doing that to me. Do it some.
Knowing he was too young to ejaculate, therefore having all the time in the world to play and suck on his penis, Mary stopped… telling the boy to get on his hands and knees, undo his belt and let his pants drop-"then turn your sweet little ass toward me, darling," she whispered.
Excited now, Pee Wee hurriedly complied with her request. When he was in that position, Mary began caressing his buttocks with her hands, pulling the cheeks wide and peering in at his tiny, clenching anus. Lowering her face, she kissed each cheek, then wiped the flat surface of her tongue over the smooth, hairless globes, sending searing fire through the boy's body, her emotions thrilling to the way he trembled and whimpered from the tongue caressing of his bottom. After a time, she pulled his buttocks apart again, pressing her face between them until her lips closed around his tightly constricted anus, and her tongue snaked out, shoving against the virgin orifice with, moist, gentle force. A slightly harder shove, and she succeeded in placing the tip of her tongue inside his rectum. Now, reaching between his thighs, she took hold of his still hard penis and began stroking it, masturbating him, as she tongued in and out of his tight anus.
After a few minutes of having his anus penetrated and sucked, Pee Wee gasped, "Do… do it with your mouth again. I like that… better."
Mary decided she would comply. With the boy still on hands and knees, she arched herself, on her back, sliding her head between the boy's thighs, and once more took hold of his penis with her clasping lips, her tongue swirling eagerly around his virgin organ. She was delighted when he started moving… moving his small hips up and down. She placed her hands on his bottom, urging him to continue his movements. Once the young boy settled into a slow, erotic rhythm, Mary reached around and began rubbing at his moist anus, worming a finger into him there, and as she sucked at his penis, she began working the finger in and out of his rectum. The shock of this unexpected penetration into his body caused the boy to plunge his penis deeply into her mouth-as far as he possibly could-and began urinating, unable to control his bladder. Mary, instead of being horrified at finding the boy utilizing her mouth to dispose of his urine, was delighted, and she began drinking as if through a straw. The boy moaned his shame, but Mary continued to suck the hot soup of his urine that rushed down her quivering throat.
Mary didn't stop with her sexual attacks on Pee Wee. She found that the young pre-teen boys could be excellent sexual partners for her growing depravity. There was one little boy-only eight years old! Deliberately, Mary went about running into the boy's mother in the hall and engaging the woman in conversation, cultivating her friendship, feeling that sooner or later her opportunity to baby sit would present itself. It arrived one Sunday afternoon when the woman's regular baby sitter-a student in Mary's class-called to say she was ill and would not be able to sit with the young boy that evening. Mary happened to be in the woman's apartment at the time and offered to sit with her young son. The mother agreed, remarking later, as they left for the evening, what a good neighbor they had in Mary.
Good neighbor indeed! The mother and father hadn't been gone an hour before Mary fellated the young boy and she used her mouth on the boy at least four times on four separate occasions, when she was baby sitting the child.
At the same time she was satisfying herself regularly with Harold, as well as another member of the football team, a' seventeen-year-old Negro boy with whom she indulged: in fellatio, cunililingus, vaginal and anal intercourse in her car his and twice she even went so far as to smuggle the youth into her apartment.
Almost a year had passed since Mary had turned to pedophilia boys will talk, they are more than prone to brag about their manhood, especially when it involves an adult woman The black boy often bragged about how he was satisfying a certain white cunt, and one day he happened to let slip the word, teacher. Mary was not his only female teacher, there were two others. Even though he denied that the white cunt was one of the three, when pinned down by his pals, the secret was out. The boys talked. Rumors spread. Students snickered and glanced knowingly at her when they passed her in the hallways. But fortunately none of the rumors reached other members of the faculty.
Even so… the best laid plans of mice and pedophiles often blow apart at the seams. It was Mary's passion for ten-year-old Pee Wee that caused his parents to charge her with child molestation and contributing to the delinquency of a minor. One day Pee Wee's greedy little mind had caused him to demand money from Mary, saying, ‘If you don't let me have some money, I won't let you put my thing in your mouth again." Stupidly, Mary agreed. Worse, she offered him ten dollars if he would also put his tongue into her hair-lined vagina-to which the boy quickly agreed.
Pee Wee's parents found the ten dollar bill in the boy's pockets, and knowing he did not make that much money-not at one time-running errands for the building's tenants, they questioned him as to how and where he had obtained such a large sum.
Fearing the wrath of his father-who was somewhat of a religious fanatic-Pee Wee blurted out the entire filthy story, placing full blame on Mary's shoulders. Sickened, the parents went directly to the authorities. Mary was arrested, of course, and went to jail, was sentenced to an indefinite period to the state mental institution for treatment.
Mary felt extreme guilt. Alter her husband's abrupt and sudden death, this guilt was intensified, magnified all out of proportion. Don't forget the arguments she had with him before he died and how often he told her in anger that she was only half a woman. This was a tremendous blow to Mary. After Raymond ‘had been killed, this half woman feeling became stark truth. Now Mary knew she was a failure as a human being, a failure in the eyes of her husband and in the eyes of society. Somehow she also rationalized that she had contributed in no small part to Raymond's death.
This intense feeling of guilt, this tremendous feeling of inadequacy-these her super ego could not stand. It had to do something… anything to escape that feeling of complete and total frustration. It could do only one thing: attack the situation. This it did by a perverse sort of rationalization which revealed itself in Mary's pedophilia. Her acts with children, perverted as they were, were really born not only of her sincere love for children-as ridiculous as it sounds-and her desire to have a child of her own-even though this desire was now deeply buried in the unconscious-but also of her flight of conscience to escape her feeling of guilt.
Then again, her super ego might have demanded retribution-punishment, humiliation and being degraded as by the young boy who urinated into her, mouth. Her perverted acts could have been the result of this punishment need, her super ego demanding her self-destruction. What better way to do it than with sex acts with children, feeling that eventually she would be caught!
Female homosexual pedophilia, in which the female homosexual prefers teen-agers and pre-teen children only for sexual use, is thought to be rather rare. But is it? After all, statisticians who draw straight lines from insufficient data to foregone conclusions prove not a thing! Some sexologists even are of the opinion that lesbians outnumber their male counterparts. Almost never do they come to the attention of the public, because of their natural tendency of greater caution-you seldom catch a lesbian cruising around a public washroom-plus the fact that a lesbian can indulge in her preferred perversion much easier than a male homosexual, without being noticed by the public at large. Two women can walk hand-in-hand on the street and no one is going to think anything about it, but just let two men try the same thing! Another factor in favor of the lesbian is the public's lack of knowledge about female homosexuality. What the average person thinks he knows about lesbianism… what he accepts as fact-he doesn't, and it isn't!
Like male homosexuals, lesbians can be divided into two groups: the active and the passive. But physical characteristics are not an indication of either group; appearance means nothing. Many a woman has been unjustly accused simply because she has a deep husky voice and a large-boned frame. Such a woman may be a very feminine creature, while the soft-looking dainty type of woman may be as queer as a five-headed calf!
Then again, the mannish-looking woman might be an active lesbian, and the demure, soft-looking woman might very well be an active passive homosexual, who delights in being forced into sex acts by the active female partner. To simplify the terms… active meazis the lesbian who takes the initiative. Passive refers to the wife, to the female homosexual who receives the action and attention.
A lesbian in her twenties might seek a sex partner in her middle teens, or a bull bitch in her forties might seek a girl in her late teens or middle thirties The catch is that age, as such, is not the first consideration, attractiveness-to the lesbian-of the younger women is.
However, a pedophiliac lesbian-while she does not consider age either, as the first and primary principle is always drawn to children… unable to accept sexual satisfaction with even a passive partner ten years younger-or more-than herself. She will pursue and seduce girls who are children, in every sense of the word. Girls who are nine, ten and eleven years old and even younger, including babies! Now and then she will seduce teenage girls, if adolescents are not available. And what she does to the child, the acts she commits, are the very same acts she would indulge in with an adult passive lesbian.
Let us examine a few of the terms as applied to lesbian activity.
First, cunnilingus is the preferred act of the majority of lesbians-the rubbing of the tongue and lips and mouth over the clitoris and vaginal opening of the sex partner, an action that can be either simultaneous or reciprocal. Cunnilingus is considered the natural act for homosexual women-according to Kinsey, who found that ninety-one percent of all lesbians practice cunnilingus.
Secondly, tribadism is next on the list, the reciprocal rubbing of the female genitalia, with the active lesbian acting out the part of the male-or husband role-to the passive lesbian who plays the woman's part.
Thirdly, mutual masturbation is also very common in lesbians, and some sexologists feel it is the most common of all lesbian acts, along with breast caressing and kissing and sucking with related diverse body kisses.
Finally we have coitus. Now, this sexual act may come as a surprise to a great deal of people, since a female cannot possibly penetrate another. But the lesbians who practice coitus use an instrument called a dildo. This artificial phallus is introduced into the passive lesbian's vagina, with the active lesbian working it in and out as if she were a male.
Cunnilingus and mutual masturbation are the acts usually preferred by the lesbian who is also a pedophile, as we shall see by the following cases.
One of the strangest to come to this writer's attention is that of an executive in a large advertising agency. This woman, aged fifty-three, whom we shall call Ellen, whose appearance was not masculine. Yet she did have a distinct drawback, insofar as men were concerned: she lacked fully developed breasts, her mammary glands having been dwarfed in childhood by a severe case of mumps. She was fairly attractive, although not pretty, and her figure was not at all unattractive. But her habits were definitely masculine. She smoked great black cigars, and she drank whiskey like a sailor.
Ellen's attraction to girls was not due to her inability to attract men, but because she was a lesbian.
She had always been attracted to girls, very young girls, as far back as she could remember, being particularly drawn to those who were undernourished children from the ghettos and slums. Ellen, playing the role of an idealistic do-gooder, would induce the parents to allow her to keep the girls at her home, telling them their children would be provided for in every respect. She never took in more than two girls at a time.
One of Ellen's motives was genuine kindness, for she was a compassionate and altruistic person; and for the benefit of the girl to whom she was in love with at the time, she was ready and willing to make any sacrifice.
Ellen usually took the girls to live with her in a mother-and-daughter relationship, but her relations with the girls were strictly of a homosexual nature. Mutual masturbation, deep mouth kisses and petting of the body were a daily occurrence, with the masturbation to relieve the girl of her nervousness. Ellen often resorted to cunnilingus. Strangely enough, these acts were not resented by any of the young girls she took in.
One regret Ellen had was that some of the young girls would not reciprocate by performing cunnilingus on her vagina.
"I love doing those things to the pretty little girls," she said. "They have such sweet, pretty little pussies. Why… they liked what I did! I made them very happy by kissing and tonguing their little clitoris and cunt holes."
Any history of a lesbian, and this includes a pedophiliac lesbian, usually reveals a missing or totally inadequate father, along with an overly dominant or overly protective mother. In fact, some schools of mental illness have the tendency to confuse the lesbian's obsessive preoccupation about her mother with love and sexual excitement. Because she spent so much of her time and energy dwelling on her mother, the lesbian has little time to develop other skills and interests. Often she hates her father, considering him a weakling.
Barbara's father was an alcoholic, and whenever he was at home, Barbara's mother nagged him about his liquor bills, resulting in his staying away from home as much as possible, his absence growing from days to weeks, and from weeks to months. Finally, he simply stayed away for good.
Having lost her husband, Barbara's mother's emotional attention now became focused on her daughter. Barbara was loved, petted and her every whim indulged in. At the same time, her mother demanded enormous displays of affection as well as complete and utter obedience. Barbara would become angry with her mother over her dictatorial attitude, to which mother dear would reply, "How can you talk like that to your mother, after all I have done for you? Remember, I love you very much; I'm not like your father. He doesn't give a damn whether you live or die or become blind for life!"
When Barbara was ten her mother was promoted to buyer in the department store where she worked, and again the mother's interest shifted, this time from her daughter to her career. Now she placed most of the housework on the young girl's shoulders, saying that, "If you really loved your mother, you wouldn't mind helping her." All the while her critical, perfectionistic attitude made life a living hell for Barbara. Everything had to be just perfect, not a speck of dust anywhere.
Barbara spent a good deal of her time alone. As a child she had been neat, cheerful and quick to learn in school. Not any more. Now she was resentful, sullen and disconsolate. Not infrequently she neglected her school work, house work and even her own appearance to read love magazines-all of which resulted in more scoldings. But she was still scolded when she applied herself, so what was the difference…
When Barbara was thirteen, a new family moved into the apartment house with their eleven-year-old daughter. Immediately, the two girls became good friends. For the first time in years, Barbara found herself loved and adored; and again she felt like a human being. Her old spark returned. Her grades, her house work and behavior improved. Her mother, delighted at the change, encouraged the friendship, not realizing what such a friendship between the two girls could lead to.
One day Barbara and Jodie were playing movie star, trying on Barbara's mother's dresses and experimenting with cosmetics.
Years later, Barbara stated: "Really, it all happened so fast, I didn't have time to think. Well… it just happened, right out of the clear."
Barbara was fourteen, and her figure was that of a blooming teenager, with breasts that were just beginning to bud. She had a slim waist, and hips that were no longer strangers to a curve; and her legs were long and slender. Jodie, who was only twelve, was naturally open in her admiration. Her own breasts were still those of a small child and she was still thick waisted.
Jodie cupped Barbara's breast in her small hands.
"Gee, I wish my titties were as pretty as yours-," she whispered.
Barbara felt a weird feeling possess her as Jodie cupped her swelling breasts… a strange and exciting sensation. For the first time, she was actually conscious of her body.
The two girls kissed. The kisses didn't seem at all wrong to Barbara. Her mother kissed her a good deal, and every now and then would take the child on her lap and hug and pet her.
The kiss led to another… then followed caressing. Then Barbara was suddenly fondling and feeling of Jodie's pubic area, a compliment that Jodie quickly returned. Barbara's vaginal lips were moist and sensitive and ready, and Jodie's probing fingers touched her small inflamed clitoris.
"That really did it," Barbara explained many years later. "Something wonderful seemed to burst up within my body when Jodie touched my sensitive clitoris. I must have moaned or something to show how exhilarating it felt, because Jodie touched me right on the button again, this time deliberately. My hips jerked and my buttocks clenched up each time she touched me there, and in a very few moments she brought me to complete orgasm. It was my first come, and it kind of frightened me so, even though it felt so delicious and pleasurable, that I had to stop her. When I told Jodie to stop rubbing me there, she didn't listen to me, keeping her finger moving up and down the quivering clitoris. I have no idea why she didn't stop. She kept it up, moving her fingers up and down and sort of twisting and pulling at my clitoris a little and in a short time I experienced another orgasm.
"Later, after Jodie went home, I realized we had played something dirty with each other and that we had done wrong. I had heard my mother and other women make jokes about women loving each other up, and I knew such acts were considered terrible.
"That afternoon, when Jodie came back to my home I told her we must never do that again. But Jodie just laughed and put her hand up beneath my skirt and felt of my pussy, slipping her fingers underneath the leg band of my panties. When she started feeling and stroking my pussy, I grew weak and couldn't do anything but tremble. I wanted to pull my pussy away from her probing hand, but I just couldn't move. The pleasure was too intense… too great… the sensations holding me rigid. Jodie brought me to orgasm three times that afternoon with her delightful fingers on my pussy."
From that day on the relationship between Barbara and Jodie changed. Barbara no longer was able to take the lead she was no longer the older girl, the boss Jodie, the twelve-year-old, was. And whenever the two girls had a disagreement, Jodie would quickly slip her hand between Barbara's thighs and manipulate and fondle her vagina and clitoris until Barbara became excited, almost out of her mind with passion. Then she would abruptly stop her masturbation until Barbara agreed to do what she wanted and begged her to continue with her hand and fingers on her overheated genitals. Barbara did not like this new arrangement, but was helpless to do anything about it. The spell of masturbation… the pleasure-pain of orgasm was all consuming, taking possession of her body and mental facilities.
In Barbara's own words: "Numerous times I tried to break away from Jodie, but somehow she always lured me back. I couldn't resist her wonderful fingers and what they did to me down there, the intense feeling of exquisite pleasure that rippled through me from head to toe. She gave me just too much pleasure for words. But actually, Jodie never enjoyed it as much as I did. When I started feeling around of her cunt, she didn't seem to mind whether I did it or not. She much preferred feeling of mine. Once, after a particularly heated argument over some childish thing, Jodie brought my emotions to such an intense boiling point, I was climbing the walls, yet she wouldn't continue feeling of me-stroking and rubbing my pussy. Finally, she told me that I had to do something for her. She teased me about it, then lifted her skirt and pulled the leg-band of her panties away from her pussy, telling me that I had to kiss and lick her pussy.
"She didn't have much hair around it, but the pink lips looked absolutely wonderful to me. Besides, I was so hot, I was ready to do it. She sat down on the edge of the bed and opened her legs, telling me to get between them and start eating. I used my tongue a lot, licking at her tiny, delicious clitoris for a long time, then I worked the tip of my tongue into her pussy and moved it in and out, tongue-fucking her. While I was doing this, Jodie was stroking my head saying how much she loved me and how nicely I was kissing and sucking her sweet cunt. I sucked her hard, but even that didn't excite her very much. And for a long time afterwards, she would make me eat her cunt almost every chance she had, though she seldom came off. When she did enjoy a climax, it was after I had sucked and tongued her pussy for an hour or more.
"We continued doing those things to each other all through high school. Then Jodie got interested in boys and I lost her forever. She finally got married, after she graduated. The last time I heard of her she had three dirty-pants kids. That was years ago.
"Boys? A lot of the boys wanted to date me, but I hated the sight of them. I hate all men! They think all they have to do is wave their nasty cocks in a girl's face and she'll lay down and tear her panties off right away! Alter losing Jodie, I decided that women could give me far greater sexual enjoyment than a hardcocked man, who just couldn't do anything for me except make me throw up! Besides, I wasn't about to be bossed and controlled by them either, as I had been by Jodie. I'd seek my sexual partners in girls too young, too inexperienced to be devious. And… I'd be the master!"
Continuing her education, Barbara went to college and obtained a degree in sociology. Three months after her graduation, she went to work for a civic organization in a large city, a position that brought her into frequent contact with children, particularly children of the slums and other deprived areas.
Slum children become wise in the ways of sex very early. Living in substandard, overcrowded quarters, often sleeping with an older brother-or sister-or in the same room with parents who indulge in sexual acts when they think the children are sleeping-but aren't the child at an early age becomes initiated into the mysterious byways of sex and sensual pleasure. Such children are not easily shocked. They aren't apt to be surprised if an adult molests them-except for violent rape, of course-provided they receive a little money from the molester to buy those tiny luxuries denied to children of very poor parents.
It was children from poor and slum areas whom Barbara recruited for her sexual purposes.
"I never had a bit of trouble," she explained. "None of the little children ever seemed surprised when I began playing with them. Most even enjoyed my hands on their little cunts… particularly when I would suck them and use my tongue on the hairless genitals. I meet these children on picnics the organization for which I work gives. Or I meet them in their homes during the course of my work. I'll tell you this, from my experience… most little girls around eleven and twelve are really sweet little sexpots. I should know. I haven't kept a record, but I do know I've sucked and jerked off at least a hundred of the sweet pussies, and I have yet to have one become really frightened over what I do."
Barbara is also exceptional in the wild and weird world of lesbian pedophilia in that she uses an artificial phallus on the young girls.
"I had it special made. It cost me over seventy dollars, but I didn't want a full-sized rubber cock. You see, the tiny cunt of a little girl will not accommodate a man-sized organ. I had a small one made, of hard rubber, three inches long and an inch in diameter that could easily be inserted into the sweet pussy of a little girl. It is a very fine instrument. It even has rubber balls, but these are large… man-sized.
"I will tell you how I derive pleasure from using this rubber prick," Barbara continued. "It's not from the actual insertion of the cock into my little partner, as many people might think. You see, this little device at the base-when I have it on-creates friction on my clitoris while I pump it in and out of the little girls.
The base spreads out, flattens to the exact shape of my pubic area-a perfect fit-with two hip-straps on each side. It's the rubber knob that fits against my clitoris that instills sensation in me. Why… you might say it replaces the male cock…
"Cured? I'll never be cured. And quite frankly… I don't want to be. There isn't a thing in this world that will ever replace a sweet little girl who enjoys being sucked and fucked with my toy…
Female homosexual pedophilia is a part of our society. We don't like it, but the illness is there. Just how much a part, we will never really know, for unlike an iceberg whose greater bulk lies submerged beneath the silent surface of frigid waters with only a tiny peak protruding, pedophilia in general, and homosexual pedophilia in particular, remain completely hidden.
Many illnesses and diseases give a warning of some sort.
Pedophilia doesn't!