Chapter 12
SEX-SCARRED VIRGINS
"Despite the worldliness of teen-age girls today, many of them still cling to their virginity as something very special," declares a clinical psychologist at one of the East coast's largest universities. "I have known girls in their early teens who regularly - by regularly, I mean on every single date - perform fellatio on the boys as the means of substituting the sexual intercourse the boys expect. And we have interviewed girls who think nothing of masturbating a boy or man, of allowing him to masturbate himself against her breasts or some other part of her body, or of doing almost anything to produce ejaculation for their date - anything, that is, except through the means of sexual intercourse which would destroy the virginity they wish to preserve."
"Get your hands off me! You can't hang anything on me - I'm still a virgin," cried a teen-aged prostitute when she was picked up by the police.
Incredibly, and sadly, the fourteen-year-old girl spoke the truth. She was indeed a virgin. She had never indulged in normal sexual intercourse, for she was a specialist within the group with whom she worked - an expert in the area of almost every sexual deviation and fetish known to society.
Many teen-age girls, professionals included, are undoubtedly victims of fetish and the lure of deviations, conditions that provide them sexual satisfaction where they fail to achieve it in intercourse. But for a goodly number of such delinquents, something else is involved.
Recent interviews with teen-aged prostitutes, conducted by a Criminal Court psychiatrist, revealed that some of the early teen-age girls practiced deviations and fetishes for the sole purpose of protecting their virginity. In spite of participation in the grossest kinds of sexual aberrations these girls considered their virginity something special, something that was worth any kind of protection.
One of the girls interviewed, a girl of fourteen, commented candidly upon her sex life as it related to her professional prostitution.
"Someday I'm going to be all through with this," she explained. "I'll get married and when I do, well, I want to be a virgin for him - every girl really wants to."
Another interviewee said, "No, I don't dig that stuff at all, but at least the things I do won't get me pregnant. I couldn't stand that."
Some girls withhold the gift of their virginity by their own choice. Others are driven to substitute deviations for usual sexual methods because of the complexities of their emotional lives, because of the problems that have been instrumental in making them teen-hustlers in the first place.
The cases which follow demonstrate some of the sexual aberrations girls submit to in order to answer the desires of their customers. Some of them are also catering to their own confused sexuality. Others are saving their virginity for the boy they hope one day to marry. And still others are merely doing their job, answering their own material wishes in an extraordinary manner. The cases are presented in their grossness without an attempt at psychological diagnosis or society's complicity in the plight of the Teen-prostitute.
CASE HISTORY
"Don't worry, kid," Ann's pimp told her. "The customer will let you know what he wants."
"And you're sure I won't have to -" she asked nervously.
"Hell, no! he growled.
With this, fifteen-year-old Ann, a truant from school, stepped out of the car and proceeded to the motel unit where her customer waited for her.
He was a fat middle-aged man who wore a constant smile upon his face. His hands were fat too, and he rubbed them together in a nervous gesture as soon as Ann entered the room.
The preliminaries were quickly concluded. Then the customer asked, "Did he tell you anything about me, about how I like to do it?"
"No. He said you'd explain things to me," she answered.
The man flushed a bit, then said, "Well, it's pretty hard to put into words. Suppose I just - suppose we just - well, get acquainted."
Ann nodded although she didn't understand what the man meant. He poured them each a drink from a bottle that he took from his suitcase. Drinking was not new to Ann. She often drank with the man who had become her "manager."
When they finished their drink the man rubbed his hands together then moved to embrace Ann. His hands worked all over her body, touched at her breasts, her thighs and at her buttocks. But Ann, already observant in the ways of males' reaction to her body, did not see a sign of phallic response from the man. It puzzled her.
Soon, she broke away from his embrace, and, practicing professionally that which she had often done of her own accord with others, she turned and unzipped the side of her slick, tight dress. She dropped it from one shoulder, then turned and looked at her customer. He ogled her. But when she started to lower the dress further he stepped toward her.
"No," he said. "Not like that. Do it slow. You know, tease me a little."
"Like a strip tease dancer?" she asked.
"Yeah."
Ann moved more slowly. She slipped her dress off one shoulder then walked close to the man. She turned in front of him, then lowered the dress until it showed the beginning bulge of one breast. Then she proceeded in the same manner with the other shoulder strap until the dress was off her shoulders. She held it bunched at her breasts and posed before the man. Ann circled again then dropped the dress to the floor.
The customer gasped when she stretched a bit, allowing him a full view of her body in a half slip, strapless bra, pantie hose, and high-heeled shoes.
Teasingly slow, she removed her bra, permitting sight of first one nipple-pointed breast, then the other. The customer made a sound of intense passion. Ann looked closely at him and again saw that he had not responded physically to her nearly naked body. She dropped the bra to the floor. Then she removed her half slip. And then, moving like a model, she paraded in nothing but pantie hose and the high-heeled shoes.
After she had performed as she had been expected to, Ann removed the remainder of her clothes. She glanced at the man, a look of inquiry in her eyes. He answered her unspoken question by hurrying out of his clothing, then facing her. As he raised, Ann was surprised to observe that hardness still had not come to him.
She moved close to him.
He smiled and said, "I'm ready."
"You are?"
"Yes." He turned from her and went into the bathroom. She heard him rummaging in another suitcase. When he returned he carried a long, black whip.
She gasped, crossed her hands in front of her and took a step backwards.
The man smiled, more broadly, then said, "No, it's not for you - it's for me."
Then the man handed her the whip and stepped back several paces.
Ann had heard of men who liked to be whipped. She pulled the whip far behind her, then snapped it forward. The end struck crisply against the man's chest. His body jerked. His expression looked pleasurable. She struck him again, this time across the stomach and again he jolted and looked very, very pleased.
"Lower, doll - lower, please," he whispered at her.
Ann stung him hard across the thighs. As she drew the whip behind her again she saw that this last cruel blow had done what the sight of her body had failed to do. The man erected, sprang to attention, throbbing.
It excited her. She struck him again, then again and again, each stroke harder than the one before it. He bled profusely. He was raw and open and gasping erotically, but he stood straight and anxious before the stinging whip. And then he moved closer to her. She continued to strike him even as he approached, bringing her aim downward until she could strike again and again at the rigid extension of his penis.
At last the man stopped before her. Ann paused. Then he bent before her. She brought the whip down hard across his back. It sliced him open from shoulder to waist. He uttered a small cry of sexual delight, then reached and lifted her bare foot. He hesitated.
"Let me lick you," he said, looking up at her. "Let me lick you while you strike me - there - on the back."
He bent and kissed the arch of her foot. She brought the whip upon his back, quickly raised it and struck again. And all the time the man bent low over her foot, kissing it, rubbing his tongue over the arch of it, bending his own head low in order to kiss the sole, then raising to sweep his tongue over all of it as high as the ankle.
And at last it was over. She lashed out a series of whip blows that made him bloody over all of his back as his kisses became more desperate and passionate.
When he cried out as his body jerked convulsively, Ann knew that she had satisfied him, had given him that which she had been paid to do.
And when he raised up and stood straight before her again as she dropped the whip to the floor, she could see the marks that her actions had caused.
A bit sheepishly, he turned from her and headed for the bathroom.
Within fifteen minutes, she had left the motel room. A year later, explaining her introduction to off-beat sex, Ann said that it was the "easiest money I ever made. And, I'm still making it and I'm still a virgin."
CASE HISTORY
Carol P. had been developed as a specialist by the prostitution ring for whom she worked. Only fourteen, with long hair almost to her waist, and with small, little-girl mounds of breasts stretching taut and brazenly forward, she was a favorite of many customers - a favorite for cunnilingus, her only sexual activity.
According to later statements made by this fourteen-year-old beauty, cunnilingus served two purposes; satisfaction of her customers and immense sexual thrill for herself. It wasn't always that way for Carol. She was midway through her second score of customers after three months of operation before experiencing an orgasm. It was a vital moment for Carol. It established the course of her entire life.
Fearful of pregnancies, Carol was easily convinced by her immediate supervisor that cunnilingus offered many advantages. She didn't know exactly how many until the night she met the tall, dark man whose body was covered with hair. He treated her like a lover, not a whore.
Carol started with him as she did with all her customers. She smiled, pretended a passionate appraisal of the man, then quickly undressed. When she was nude and working her fingers on his clothing, helping him to undress, the man laughed.
"You're a cute little doll," he said. "Tell me, do you ever get anything out of all this?"
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"You know - kicks! Do you get a kick out of letting guys screw you?"
Carol had learned that this sort of talk often excited her customers. "Sure," she answered.
"You're a liar," the man told her. Then he grinned knowledgeably and added, "But maybe I'm the one who can change all that for you."
It was her procedure to prepare her customers by undressing them. Although her function was to present herself as a subject for cunnilingus alone, she learned early that nudity in the male enabled them to arrive more quickly at their climax, freeing her for a greater number of customers per night. Some of the customers expected her masturbatory attentions while they enjoyed their orality upon her body. Nudity was desired under such circumstances.
When the hairy-bodied man was undressed, Carol looked at his body. She made her eyes go round as she pretended excitement for all that was revealed to her. The man laughed again, then led her to the large bed.
Carol recoiled from his kiss after they had stretched together on the bed. But the man insisted and she relented. He explored her mouth with his tongue, plunged it alternately hard and gentle within her lips much as if this preliminary activity was meant to preview the cunnilingual act he would soon bring to her lower body. Carol soon found that she did not mind the kisses a bit. They even excited her a little, compelling her to reach out and grasp the hard thrust of her customer's penis. She continued to hold him as he left her mouth and his tongue began a gradual descent of her body, kissing as he moved from neck to breasts. But when she began a light manipulation of his phallus, he rebuked her, moved her hand away from him altogether.
Soon, he was busy at her belly, kissing there with the same intensity he had displayed for her young lips. And then at last his mouth was between her thighs.
Her movements were well practiced. She faked a gasp of pleasure and shifted her body a bit on its side. She parted her legs, making a parenthesis of them within which the man could move if he so desired. He did. Carol clasped him to her, and when the man shifted in a way that stretched his legs to her head she again reached out to grasp him. Again, he brushed her hand aside.
First, the customer kissed the thighs which imprisoned him. It was a new experience for Carol and quite pleasurable. She liked the feeling of sexual power it gave her to have the man's tongue licking at her flesh. And it apparently stimulated her to a considerable degree for when he left that area to pierce sharp-tongued at her vagina, she gasped again. This time it was real for she felt suddenly hot and taut, like a spring being pushed down and made ready for release. This, too, was a new experience for Carol. And when she heard the man moan in his mounting passion, it excited her, made her feel that she was something to be loved rather than bought.
Suddenly, the man paused. The lull made her feel that something important was about to happen. The man made a deliberate spread of her young body, then lowered his mouth to her once again. Gently, very, very tenderly, the man nicked the tip of his tongue against her clitoris. Carol cried out and arched higher against him.
The man was deft. He was teasing. He was very thorough and obviously anxious to please her for he alternated his speeds, went racing fast, then paused until Carol thrust her body, then slowly caressed her again, starting slowly and moving faster and faster.
And Carol could no longer think of the act in purely professional terms. No longer did she think of her night's schedule and the other customers who waited. She thrust and arched and moaned and cried and whimpered.
Near the end the man made one adjustment of their position. He crammed one of her legs between his own thighs and pinched hard.
Carol screamed when he brought the final dash of his tongue to her clitoris. Unmindful of the danger in a scream, not even caring if it brought police down upon her, she screamed and cried the verbalization of her sensation's bursting.
When they disengaged their bodies, she noticed that she had been too intent upon her own erupting emotions to realize that it had also marked a climax for her customer. He was depleted, and the smear of his ejaculation was upon her leg where he had held it between his thighs.
Carol became addicted to clitoral satisfaction through cunnilingus. Months later as an experiment with herself, she tried both sexual intercourse and masturbation, but neither act provided her with a climax. She continued to serve as a subject to those men who required an oral giving for their own satisfaction.
CASE HISTORY
Doris Y. always wore sun glasses. It made her look mysterious. It also served to conceal her eyes which were usually puffy and blackened.
Doris learned about sadism and masochism when she was eleven. Her father beat her upon the slightest excuse. When she was twelve, she began to look forward to the beatings and would contrive to commit some act which would enrage her father. It wasn't difficult. He became enraged over almost anything.
When she was fourteen, she met the man who was to become her pimp. He beat her, too. And with him, while suffering the final volley of his blows about her waist and loins, she experienced an intense orgasm. From that point onward, Doris served as a Teen-hustler for those men who attained their sexual satisfactions through the beating of young girls.
Her customers were select. They were limited, too. Rarely did the fourteen-year-old beauty service more than one or two men a week.
Almost always, her pattern as the same. Her pimp would make the arrangements. Doris would meet her client. They would chat, sometimes even have a drink together. Then she would undress, giving special attention to the way her body was revealed to the man, making sure that he fully appreciated her sexy body. The bruises on her body did not detract from her beauty. Sometimes they served to excite the customer more than ordinary.
When she was nude and had paraded in front of the man who was to beat her, she allowed him to touch all of her body. Usually he enjoyed this gentle prelude to violence and took a lot of time fondling her breasts, picking at her indented nipples, rubbing the flat of his hands over the smooth surface of her belly and thighs, and exploring all of the beauty he would soon bruise in passion.
When the preliminaries were over, Doris usually took a position against a wall and faced her violator. Sometimes he struck her lightly at first, playing at hitting her breasts and making them crush inward or swing from side to side. But when his violence increased, she was not safe from his fury. Anything could happen. And orgasm always happened.
Describing one of her experiences as a subject for sadists, Doris related the following.
She met her customer at a cabin. He was a small man and meek-looking. He was one of the city's most distinguished citizens, one who had sublimated his female-dominated life in civic endeavors.
"He hardly seemed the type to hurt me," Doris recalled.
But he did.
Doris smiled and moved her naked body away from where the little man was sitting in a big chair while he sipped at a highball. She moved to the far wall of the cabin and stretched on her toes, making her stomach indent as her breasts loomed out at him.
The man smiled and finished his drink. Then he walked to where she stood. His eyes traveled over her body, looking brazenly at her hips and legs and breasts. Then, keeping his eyes glued to her body, he undressed.
Then the man curled his fingers into tight fists and walked closer. He smiled a soft smile, then drew his fist back and struck Doris hard across her breast. She gasped and bent over a bit, but then she straightened when the little man moved in closer and zoomed an uppercut to her chin. For a moment she thought she might faint, but then the man struck her breast again and the feeling changed, went from queasiness to interest and then to excitement.
For a long time the man struck only at her breasts, a pounding series of hard blows. And as he crushed and bruised her flesh and dented her nipples inward Doris ceased feeling the injury that was being done her. In its place she felt the first rumble of mounting thrill.
When he was panting hard and seemed near exhaustion, the little man stood back and looked at the work he had done. And she looked at him and saw that he had changed, that his penis was now extended to her in the hardest, most masculine way. The sight of this had an aphrodisiac effect on Doris. Her loins heated and her nipples, although battered and bruised, flamed hot and stretched tautly outward.
The man's breathing evened and he stepped close again. Now his blows sought a lower area. His fists rained havoc at her flat stomach and at her hips, and then, after another slight pause, at her thighs and upon the triangle between them.
Doris moaned a low, passionate call, one that sounded as if it had been a long time coming. At the same time her body jolted in reaction to violence. She felt swollen and bubbly, rising like a balloon and ready for bursting. She loved the feeling and arched deeply, making a better target of herself for the man's anxious fists.
He moved close to her body. She could feel the thrust of his virility as it swung against her thighs. Then he breathed deeply, bent his head, opened his mouth and lashed his teeth to one breast, bit hard, and at the same time crashed a series of low blows to her thighs which parted in welcome for the pain he could bring.
"Ohh," she screamed. "Harder! HARDER!"
He did hit her harder. And he clamped his teeth more sharply upon her breast, too, so sharply that blood dribbled, mixed with his saliva, then ran a ragged course down her front.
The little man hit Doris hard a final time between her partly opened thighs and it marked the climax toward which she had been gradually building. She cried out, clenched her thighs tightly together, opened them, clenched them shut again, then weaved them in and out spasmodically as if she were fanning the feeling to a higher level. She screamed and mumbled incoherent cries of the most fantastic kind of sensation. When the man stepped back, she grasped both her breasts and squeezed them hard, pinching the nipples out as if they were meant to pop from their moulds.
And then she crumbled to her hands and knees upon the floor, crying, breathing deeply, her body trembling as it sought quiet from the intensity of her feelings.
Finally, her body calmed and she raised her head. The customer was standing to one side. He, too, had calmed his body. His head was bent in a shameful pose as he looked at the wetness upon himself that was the symbol of his sexuality, that sexual release which had come from violence, not love.
This incident was only one of many for Doris that established her masochistic sexual responses which endeared her to the long line of men she serviced - those men who sought release for their sadistic impulses.
CASE HISTORY
When Jan A. was arrested, sentenced, and finally was persuaded by a psychologist to relate the circumstances of her life which had led to her imprisonment for prostitution, it seemed impossible that a fifteen-year-old girl could, in this short time have experienced such sexual variety. But her story was established as true.
Jan took great pride in the fact that she was a virgin. She was a dreamer, too. Although she had already experienced sexual interludes with hundreds of men, Jan still dreamed the fairytale dream that a Prince would one day claim her as his own. Her fantasies, the psychologist claimed, directed her toward sexual deviations that allowed her to remain a virgin: permitted her to retain the one true gift she could still give to one who might someday love her and seek her as a mate.
Jan was just thirteen when she confronted her first customer at a Teen-hustler. Although operating as a young prostitute, Jan never missed school, did well in her studies and was the favorite of several of her teachers. No one had any reason to suspect her of a secret life of commercial sex.
Her first job required very little of her. The man explained in a gentle voice that he wanted Jan merely to undress as he watched her, that she need fear nothing, not even an innocent touch from him.
Jan did as she was told. She even elaborated a bit in her disrobing and of her own accord put some tease into the act.
Slowly, she moved around the room. Facing the man, she undid the buttons of her blouse and parted it. The man's eyes glistened as he looked at the bra which was exposed to him. Her breasts, still undeveloped, only slightly filled the bra, yet they were rounded and smooth and very fresh looking with all the promise of firm, bloating, full-nipp1ed maturity.
Jan discarded her blouse. She paraded again, then loosened and stepped out of her skirt. This time when she paused in front of the man she saw that there was a hard and pressuring knot pushing his trousers outward. She has reported that she felt amused rather than excited, and a bit proud that her young body had created this in him.
Deliberately moving slower when the man began to breath more heavily, Jan kicked off her shoes. Then she paraded again in her half slip and bra. And then she paused and unfastened the bra. She shook her shoulders free of it, unhooked the clasp in the back, then held it bunched in front of her a few seconds before lowering it and throwing it to the floor.
The man emitted a sound of pleasure for her young breasts, for their innocent roundness and the pinkening nipples which still hid within their moulds like frightened children. And when Jan revealed the flow of her hips and the long line of her limbs as they were accentuated by the very brief panties she wore, the man gasped aloud and moved his right hand in front of him to grasp the thrust of his masculinity. His fingers rubbed up and down on his hardened penis.
Jan walked in a circle. When she had completed it and again turned toward her customer, she saw that he had lowered the zipper of his trousers and had exposed himself. She was startled at the sudden display of manly flesh. But very soon it was partially concealed from her as he grasped hard and began a slow but heavy manipulation.
At this point, Jan knew that without the slightest contact of her body to the man's she could still motivate him toward a climax -that fascinating end that marked the ultimate of all that men sought. She smiled as he panted. Then she stooped over and lowered the panties from her hips to her thighs to her knees to her calves and finally to her ankles where she stepped out of them.
As Jan straightened to present all of her nudity to her customer, he gasped again, made a long and eerie wheeze of passion as he jerked harder upon his penis. And Jan knew that she need move no more, that her mere naked presence was enough to send the man flying to that frantic and intense land of self-love gratification.
The man arched. He thrust. He jerked and wrestled and fought himself in a circle, back and forth, in a circle again, then forward and back in a constant motion of extension and withdraw that seemed, Jan thought, meant to break him, tear him in half and leave him split and open.
It excited her to see the man so intent upon the action on his body while he used her own body as an aphrodisiac. She moved closer. Then still closer. And at last she was within inches of his steaming action upon himself and she knew that this added closeness was the last thing that was needed to finish him, bring him over the hill of his climb to thrill so that he could know orgasm and relief.
He finished while crying out sounds of insane pleasure. Jan watched as he jerked himself to depletion. And even as he attained a final contact of his body to hers by means of his wild flying seed, she watched, fascinated, a little bewildered, but very, very gratified that she had caused this immense reaction.
Her first customer was not precedent for those who followed. During her span of professional teen-prostitution, Jan met less than a dozen other men who found their satisfaction only in self-manipulation. But in addition to them, she knew nearly every type of deviation. She submitted enthusiastically to fellatio, cunnilingus, voyeurism, and the fetishisms of the whip, leather, high-spiked heels grinding into a nude man's groin, breast-addiction, mutual masturbation, and other sexual variations that besmirched her innocence at the same time that they allowed her to retain her virginity.
She indeed belonged to the sordid sorority of sex-scarred virgins.