"I wasn't afraid of him. He'd always been nice. Actually, I guess I was just curious. Besides, he began to run his fingers over the lips of my cunt and I began to get pretty hot. He wiggled his fingers inside me and dug his nails into my little knob and he began to get me worked up.
"His penis got hard and I reached out and touched it, feeling it bob and throb when I closed my hand around it. I wondered if I could get it into my mouth. I asked him: ‘What should I do?' And he was gasping when he said, 'Suck it, kiddie, just suck it good.’
"He grabbed my hair and pushed my head down near it. I just opened my mouth and let it slip in. It tasted salty, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I remember clicking my teeth every time I pulled my mouth off it. He would lunge and moan, so I guessed he liked it. I began to suck it hard, and move it in and out, faster and faster. Then it began to go clear down into my throat, touching my tonsils I think, because it gagged me a little. But I didn't choke and in a few more plunges he gave a real loud groan and all that stuff shot into my mouth and throat.
"Then I gagged. It was running out of my mouth and down my throat all over the front of me and over his prick and pants.
"But he gave me the five dollars and that made it all right. I went back to his place a lot of times after that, and we did it again and again, but he never gave me five again usually, only two dollars. But by that time he had begun to play with my pussy and suck it, so it was all right.
"Once I found out I could make money that way, I took on a lot of guys. I was twelve when I had my first real fuck and I got three dollars for that one. It hurt a little, but the second time, with that same guy, was real good.
"I figured I'd stumbled onto a gold mine, and I didn't refuse anybody if they had some money to give me. I guess I had some 'comes,' but it wasn't until I met Joey, when I was fourteen, that I ever did it just for the fun of it. He was seventeen and when we'd done it for a lot of weeks Joey began to bring me a lot of customers young guys, this time not those old guys.
"I got caught the first time when I was fourteen. I've been picked up a dozen times in the last two years, but most of the time it's been dismissed. Most decent guys won't fink on a girl, I've found."
This is Denise's story. However, whether men who had shared her body will testify or not, her activities became so blatant that she was committed to a home for wayward girls. While there, she met and began therapy sessions with a psychologist. She has since been released, but still attends weekly therapeutic sessions.
Chapter 9
The "Electra" Sexpots
According to Sigmund Freud, there are two complexes which-have a great deal to do with our sex appetites, patterns and actions. They are the Oedipus Complex, in which all sons are magnetically drawn to sexual desires for their mothers, and the Electra complex, which draws daughters sexually to their fathers.
Of course, these theories were borrowed by Freud from the ancient Greeks. We are not interested in proving or disproving Freud's or the ancient Greek's theories. There is more than enough evidence to prove that one factor of human sexual behavior tends to make sensible men believe that there is a strong attachment in sons for mothers and in daughters for fathers.
It is well to note that the first heterosexual contact of most girls occur in connection with fathers and older brothers. As Dr. Donald Arbagian points out, each of us, from birth, is a sexual creature. As we grow, our sexual appetites grow more keen, following either a homosexual or a heterosexual line. But most psychiatrists agree our first sexual stirrings are almost always heterosexual and centered on the parent of the opposite gender.
Not to disprove or prove any theories, but merely to report, we offer the following case histories which involve aggressive efforts on the part of youngsters to seduce and to have sexual intercourse with their parents. We might well have titled this chapter, "Incest in Reverse."
Incest is more prevalent than most persons think, yet by its very nature it is the most covered sexual activity in which humans indulge. But, even more hidden than the fact of incest itself, is the fact that a large proportion of incestuous acts are instigated and encouraged by the youths involved.
Candy is a beautiful, shapely girl. Her account is basically true. However, she has omitted several provocative gestures and scenes for which she alone was responsible.
"I guess I was always sort of 'sexy’ because I remember playing with myself when I was eight or nine. Not just once in awhile, but every night.
"The nights that I'd really go to town on my pussy was after I'd watch my mother and dad. I used to sneak down and watch them when I heard them go to bed. I guess my dad was a real 'horse’ because he went after my mother almost every night. I used to stand out in the hall, watching him put his mouth on my mother's cunt, on her breasts, and sometimes he would shove his tongue up her asshole. I'd just cream all over myself. I couldn't stop watching, and I couldn't stop masturbating while I watched.
"I wanted to have that feeling that my mother had. I knew it was good because she would moan and roll her body and call my father such names as 'Lover boy,' and 'Marvelous fuckmaster,' when he would either suck her pussy or stick his big cock into her.
"I guess I was always hoping that Dad would pay some attention to me. Not just to me to my body. I knew I didn't have any titties, or any hair under my arms or around my pussy, but I used to look at myself in the mirror I'd spread the lips of my cunt, and it always looked inviting to me. I wondered why he never wanted to do the things with me that he did with my mother. In a way I guess I was jealous of her. Later on, I almost hated her.
"When I finally did get my Dad to do those things to me, when I was eleven, I felt powerful I had taken him away from my mother, and I always did think that she was the prettiest, most desirable woman in the whole world!
"I had my first chance when my mother went to be with her younger sister while she had a baby. There was nobody in the house except me and Daddy. I sensed, somehow, that I had to make my move, or I might not have another chance. It worked out fine.
"The first night my mother was away, there was a big storm thunder and lightning. I had always been afraid of storms, and my Dad knew it. So, when the lighting started to dance and blind me, and the thunder rolled and sounded like it was breaking into the house, I went into my Daddy's bedroom. I had often done that when my mother was home, and they had always let me crawl into bed with them. I knew that my Dad would let me crawl in with him.
"My breasts had already started to bud. They weren't big, but you could tell they were there. My ass had begun to round out, too, and I had just the first faint traces of hair around my cunt.
"I ran for my Dad's room and crawled in without asking. He turned towards me, as I knew he would, and put his arms around me. He was naked, he always slept naked. I cuddled close to him, trying to rub my little breasts and the mound of my pussy close to him. I could feel his prick beginning to get hard, right away. I almost wanted to laugh, I was so proud of the fact that I could get his cock up.
"Then, all at once, I got scared real scared. I knew how small my pussy was, compared to my mother's big snatch. I wondered how bad it would hurt if he put his prick inside me. But even greater than my fears, was my wonder and need to know what he would feel like. I think that I mostly wanted him to get down between my legs and stick his tongue in me, because my mother always liked that so well especially just before he would stick his cock up into her snatch.
"He began to run his hand up and down my back, while he kissed my hair and my forehead. He kept saying, over and over, "It's all right, baby Daddy's here. It's all right.' And it was. I almost wanted to go to sleep in his arms, it felt so soothing to have him rub me and kiss me that way. But I was too conscious of his hardening prick as it rubbed against my soft belly. I just forgot everything the storm, where I was, who I was with. I reached down and took his prick in my hand and began to caress it.