Chapter 13
SHE KNEW WHAT SHE WANTED
The social climate of our times, the idealization and the pampering of youth, and the sexual meeting ground between the young and the older, has brought about a proliferation of those conditions which lead - almost inexorably - to prostitution among teen-aged girls so inclined. Often, without knowing it, family and friends will encourage this, unaware of the harm they may be doing. Noreen H. is an example of such a situation.
CASE HISTORY
Even when Noreen H. was just an infant, all of her family agreed that she was the cutest little "tease." She would turn her head, smile winningly, then open her arms to be lifted into the embrace of an uncle, aunt, or family friend. Nearly everyone was charmed by her, for she had the bright, blonde look of an angel, and her blue eyes were already deep and thoughtful.
Noreen was only ten when the little boys began to notice her. They especially noticed her bare little legs, which she proudly displayed beneath a short skirt. And many of the more knowing boys found occasions to bump against her budding breasts and her rounded buttocks.
Even though the womanly mould of her was only beginning to form, boys sizzled with excitement around her. Noreen liked that. It made her feel terribly important and strangely excited whenever it happened.
But Noreen was not to know any true response from her own body until two years later, when, at the age of twelve, she discovered the pleasures of masturbation.
It happened at a beach where she was a member of a school outing.
Her mother had purchased Noreen a new swimsuit for the occasion. It was more revealing than any she had ever had before. A modified bikini style of suit, its bra was quite thin and dipped low to expose the upper circles of her young breasts which had for the past year developed rapidly. Noreen liked the feeling of her breasts jiggling beneath the bra as she moved. The action was illuminating to her, too. As her breasts bounced beneath the thin material she could feel her nipples rise a bit and bloat, even turn hard and pointed. This excited her.
Following a community swim of the group, Noreen drifted down the beach to be alone, to think and to contemplate this new awareness of her body. She found a secluded place on the beach, back from the water and hidden by sand dunes and beach brush. She settled with her back to a sand wall and stretched her legs out before her.
As if her body knew an anticipation that her mind had not yet formed, Noreen breathed hard. She concentrated on the rise and fall of her breasts, trying to determine if her nipples truly did grow with each inhalation of breath. For a while she watched, her breasts seem to grow and deflate. But soon she became impatient with this. She looked around, felt a confidence in her seclusion, then lowered her bra, jamming it beneath her breasts. Now she could see all the young flesh of herself quiver and respond. And, thrillingly, it was true - her nipples did pop out sharply from their white flesh.
Noreen contemplated her naked breasts for a long time. While she viewed herself, she created fantasies of men, movie stars, schoolboy friends, and especially the images of some pornographic pictures she had once secretly viewed. This fantasy was the very best. It made her feel warm all over.
She remembered how the men and women had looked in the obscene photos, how their eyes were half-closed in rapture as their bodies joined in some preposterously complicated position. And Noreen remembered some singular attempts of the subjects to please each other by means of cunnilingus and fellatio.
Thinking about it, creating the mental images of men and women sucking and licking at each other, as she was alone on the hot beach, made her body grow torrid. Then she remembered another picture she had seen and it made her body feel hyper-sensitive. The picture was of a young woman manipulating the extended penis of a man between her naked breasts.
Noreen felt a tingle of her own breasts. It was as if she were experiencing the combined sensations of the man and woman of her fantasy. She raised her hand and squeezed her right breast. Then she paused. Then she squeezed it again in a rapid series of manipulation, pinching so hard that at times it was only pain that she brought to herself. And then the pain changed to flaming sensuality. Breathing hard, she ceased her breast pinching. Then, after a few minutes, she took one nipple by thumb and forefinger and began a manipulation of this tiny instrument of her blossoming womanhood. She stretched it, let it snap back, then stretched it again and still again.
She jerked her hand away from her breast as if she had been burned. Her breath choked in her throat and she felt a flood of panic all through her body. But it was the panic of excitement, not of pain or fear. Noreen experienced a great growth of passion and she sensed that it should lead to some outlet, that it should in some manner be relieved. And then she noticed the throb between her thighs and her hand reached toward her opening there.
Slowly, carefully, like a child stealing a goodie, Noreen slipped her hand inside her swimsuit bottom. First, she merely let her hand rest there, feeling the rise and fall of it as it was motivated by her exerted breathing and the pulsation of her body.
Then she ventured further and more intimately. She rested her anxious fingers once again when they nestled in the sparse hairs that surrounded her slit. And soon, after looking around once more, she moved a single finger forward and touched at the split of youth where all her sensation now centered. She penetrated lightly, breathed harder, then jabbed feverishly at herself. She felt a great rise of passion, a bloating that almost promised explosion. But it was not enough. She knew that it would lead only to greater excitement that must still go unsatisfied. She felt a moment's frustration, but when her hand moved again and her finger found a welcoming spot high and round upon her body, Noreen knew that this day she would experience her first act of sexual response and fulfillment.
Very delicately, her finger circled. It moved faster, then like lightning upon the small ball bearing of herself that sent her emotions soaring to the sky, upward, higher and higher and higher until it seemed to Noreen that she would surely explode. She steamed. Her breath choked in hot gasps from her parted lips. Her hips whirled and thumped flatly upon the sand as she undulated in a way meant to speed her reaction to enhance the jamming of her nerve ends which converged in a single spot and mounted together for the charge of sexual release that would soon sear her.
Finally, Noreen arched her hips high and held. Her hand attained a new speed. Her thighs trembled their excitement. And then she strained like an Indian bow as she sounded the final chord of her finale.
She erupted like a sudden, gushing storm. She cried out. Her hand reached its peak, then slowed, turning careful and loving as it gave the sweet caress of sexual torment's aftermath. And at last her rigid bowed position relaxed and her buttocks rested upon the sand.
When Noreen withdrew her hand from her swimsuit, she expected some sign that would tell of all that had happened to her. There was nothing. Only her hand, moist, shaking a bit, and the dying quiver of her young womanhood.
A year of self-guilt followed her first experience with masturbation. She accused herself of all sorts of obscenity - she knew that "nice" girls never did such things. Her guilt was great, but it did not stop her from indulgence.
Years later, relating her feelings during this period for a psychiatrist, Noreen said, "I felt dirty - soiled. But I couldn't help it. I continued to masturbate. I couldn't keep from doing it no matter how hard I tried. I did try, too. Awfully hard. But nothing worked."
By the middle of her thirteenth year, Noreen did, however, discover a means to relieve her guilt. She began torrid sex play with boys. She soon learned that a boy's manipulations beneath her skirt were every bit as effective as her own, perhaps more so. And, they served to relieve her worry of feeling "unnatural."
Always somewhat of a flirt, Noreen had little difficulty securing the attention of the boys of the school. Extraordinarily pretty, and with a seductive manner, she became much sought after for dates. The dates were always informal, usually a walk in the park or going to a drive-in movie. Noreen seldom actually saw the end of a movie. By the middle of a film she was much too involved in the back seat of the car. She learned to kiss fervently, twirling her tongue in her date's mouth in a way that promised more. And there always was more: The touch of the boy's hand at her thighs and upon her naked breasts, her own hand finding its way to within the jaws of the parted zipper of the boy's jeans. Always, Noreen refused actual sexual intercourse with those dates who were mature enough - and aggressive enough - to seek it. But she offered to jack-off the boy, while his fingers played sexually with her.
Her guilt disappeared. Somehow it seemed "right" that she should receive thrills from the hands of a boy rather than from her own.
Noreen's fifteenth year did bring something new to her sexual life, however. In the back seat of a car during the show of an "adults only" film that she and her date had managed to attend, Noreen was introduced to fellatio. At first she resisted forcefully, but gradually the boy's coaxing and her own curiosity prevailed and she bent her head down to the boy's lap as if she had been born for just such an act. Towards Endstore, when Noreen detained him.
"Don't rush away from me," she cried.
The man halted. He turned. He looked amazed, as if he were confronted with a puzzle he could not solve.
His indecision was the opportunity Noreen needed. She plunged forward, cuddled her body to his and wrapped her arms around his neck. The man's hands shot to her wrists and he pulled upon them, trying to wrench them from their hold. But it was no good. She was strong. Even stronger were her words which broke down the last barrier between them.
"Please make love to me," she pleaded. "I've waited and waited and waited for somebody like you. Please. I'll never tell. Not anyone - not a soul - just love me, please. Make me feel good like I want to feel. I've never had a man. I want you to be the first. Please... fuck me," she ended in a passionate whisper.
He choked back a cry and grabbed her to him. His arms were like steel bands around her back. Like steel, too, was the thrust of his cock against her young thighs. And Noreen welcomed that thrust, that stretch of manhood which told her how much she excited him sexually. While their mouths were glued together in a terrifying kiss that clashed their tongues and made their teeth click together, Noreen gently parted her thighs. Then she shut them with a snap when the man's knee jammed between them and pressured upward. She held his grinding knee close against her, feeling the roundness of it twist her light skirt into a knot at that excruciatingly pleasurable spot where her thighs joined, that place that was meant for love - man-woman love - that had to date known only the spinning fingers of herself and scores of boys.
With a cry of desperation, she tore her mouth from his and buried her face into his neck.
"Oh, God, take me some place - any place where you can fuck me - where we can get naked - any place, but hurry."
The manager did hurry. He did so in a manner that thrilled her. He bent, lifted her in his arms, then hurried toward the back of the store where an employees' lounge room was available, complete with big chairs and a long, leather couch.
He did not lower her to the couch. Instead, he placed her feet on the floor, then hurriedly started undressing. For a moment, she watched as he tore his tie from his collar, then made buttons pop as he ripped his shirt from his body. And then she joined his motions. She flipped her sweater over her head and tossed it to the floor. She unhooked her bra, let it fall, unzippered the side of her skirt, wiggled out of it, pushed down her half slip, skirt, skimpy panties, kicked them free then bent and pulled sox and loafers from her feet.
They were naked at precisely the same time. They faced each other. Noreen felt her breasts rising and falling, puffing larger than they had ever been before. And she saw the ripples of tension throughout the man's body, at his chest, thighs, his arms and shoulders, and finally at his stiffened prick. She stared. She was astonished. And thrilled. And anxious. And a bit bewildered as she thought of the scores of boys whom she had touched, manipulated, twisted and turned to their finish without once really seeing what a sex-ready cock looked like! The reality of it, facing her, awaiting her, was more than she had conceived in all of her fruitful fantasies. She flopped on her back upon the cool, leather couch.
The man did not dive to his prize. Instead, he knelt and lingered at her side, kissing her mouth again, shooting his tongue in a rapture spin upon hers, touching at her breasts, her small, round, and very flat stomach, at the inner sides of her thighs, even at her knees and ankles for a moment before trailing his fingers upward to her breasts again. And then, finished with the touch of all her body, he bent and applied lips and tongue to the same areas, sweeping her lavishly, touching at every pore of her young body, racing the nibble kisses of desire from her throat to her thighs, then pausing, then kissing again, striking the young flesh of her youth with a new, deeper fury, one that took him to the very depths of her churning desire.
"Oh," she cried out strainedly. "Oh, you're doing it to me - you are, you are, you are!"
"Not yet," he breathed raspily, "but I will - no w!"
He got on top of her, spreading her willing thighs with his knees. She moaned in welcome as he positioned his cock at her cunt and then pressed it slowly into her. Once inside her, he withdrew it part way, and then thrust again and again into her.
Noreen arched her body and accommodated his rhythm with a matching one of her own. Each stroke he made brought her closer and closer to a sensation she had never known before, a completely sexual orgasm with a man. And then she felt her body answer his relentless fucking. She trembled with a tremendous orgasm, and then, moments later, with another, and another.
Feeling this, the man thrust harder and faster, and soon Noreen felt his own hot juice cascading into her, filling her for the first time with a man's outpouring.
They rested briefly, and then he was at her again, eating her damp cunt this time, darting his tongue far into her, then positioning himself around so that he could thrust his cock, hard again now, into her gasping mouth. She sucked it with instinctive expertise, and soon received and swallowed his cream, while her own body twitched in successive orgasms.
They relaxed a while, exhausted by the violence of their mutual passions, and then Noreen whispered, "Could you come again?"
"Sure!" he bragged. "I want to fuck you again the regular way. Just give me a couple of minutes. Play around with it to get it hard again. It won't take long."
She played with his cock until it quickly did become hard again, and he mounted her and fucked her to another climax.
He could hardly believe that she had never had any full sexual experience before. "You're so good at it," he said, puzzled. "You fuck like a pro!"
"Well, I've played around," Noreen said. "It's not as though I don't know the score, or anything like that. I've just never let any guy go all the way with me, that's all."
"Then why me?" he asked. "Why did you let me?"
"Let you?" Noreen laughed. "I practically forced you! I wanted you!"
"Oh, Christ," he said, laughing too. "And I was afraid to make a move. I figured you were so young. You're just a kid!"
"Not any more," Noreen said, reaching out for his cock again...
Having achieved her sexual conquest of the store manager, Noreen gradually lost interest in him. She would let him have sex with her only if he gave her a gift or a small sum of money with which to buy something for herself. When she saw how easy it was to get money and gifts from him, through the use of her body, she began to use the same device with boys, and other older men.
She gave up her job, and gradually drifted into regular prostitution. Before her seventeenth birthday, Noreen was a full-time whore. The baby "tease", whose sexual precocity had amused and delighted her unknowing family, had come full circle to teen-aged prostitution.