"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.