Chapter 2
THE "DIRTY LITTLE GIRL"
"I knew that I could make Carter do anything I wanted. He was too scared that I would tell my father and mother that lie had been fighting me and playing with my pussy for years. He always thought that it was him that had started things, But I was the one who really worked it.
"I'd had men play with me and kiss my pussy -and even lick my ass-long before Carter came to work for my father. Carter was our chauffeur. He was the third one that I could remember, and there were probably some others before him. My father kept firing them because he was sure they were sleeping with my mother. I saw one of them in bed with my mother, so I know from seeing it with my own eyes that my mother was a bitch.
"But Carter was older-he was older than my father. I think Carter was about 50, maybe even older. I know that he had gray hair and a lot of wrinkles, but he was pretty nice looking-for an old man. And he was crazy about me from the beginning. I was almost eleven when he came to work for us, and it wasn't a week before I had him eating out of my hand. I liked him, and I had grown pretty used to being played with and kissed by the men that worked for my father. We had a gardener, too, and he used to fool around with me a lot, but he didn't live on the grounds like Carter did. He came five mornings a week, so I didn't get to see as much of him.
"Carter lived in an apartment over the garage. We had three cars, but Carter was never very busy. He just kept the cars shiny and running, and drove my mother and me around a lot. My daddy always drove his own car when he went to work.
"The first time that I deviled Carter was about a week after he came to work. I knew he was in his rooms. I had watched him go up. I went up the outside stairway quietly; his door was open, and I just sneaked in. "He was lying on his bed, and he had his clothes off. It was hot, but he wasn't allowed to use the pool. He had a big fan going, and it blew cool air on his body. He was reading a magazine, and I watched him for a while. It was a man's magazine-you know, like Playboy-one with a lot of pictures of women without much clothes on.
"After a while, Carter's one hand went down and grabbed his cock It was flabby at first, but after he played with it a little while he was looking at some of the pictures, it began to get pretty stiff. Not all the way stiff, but not flabby, either. Carter kept on jerking it, faster and faster, and pretty soon he dropped the book and rolled over on his side, still jerking his thing pretty hard. Then I saw it spurt white goo out of the little hole in it, and Carter caught it in his hand. He got up after a minute or so and went into his bathroom and washed his hands off.
"When he came out, I was sitting on the bed. It scared him at first, and he turned red and began to stutter. 'What are you doing here, Miss Jill?' he stammered.
"I just smiled at him and asked him, 'What were you just doing, Carter?'
"He tried to act mad, but I knew he was just scared because I was there. He said, 'You're not supposed to be here. This is my place. Now you just trot right back to where you belong!'
"I kept staring at his prick. It was getting soft again, and when he saw me eying it, he covered it with his hand.
"I smiled at him and tormented him more. I asked, 'What's that you were playing with, Carter?'
"He frowned and tried to look mean. He snapped, 'You get out of here. You shouldn't be here.'
"Let me see it!" I demanded. "If you don't, I'll tell my daddy that you made me come up here, and that you tried to finger my thing!" It took a minute for him to realize what I was saying. He thought I was just a little girl, but I knew what sex was all about. I also knew that I liked it when men did certain things to me, and I was going to make Carter do what I wanted-anytime I wanted.
"You-you're a little monster!" Carter managed to say. "I've never even talked to you before!"
"I said, 'Yes, but Daddy will believe me. He always does.'
"What do you want from me?" Carter began to whine, now. He knew he was trapped, and he had to do what I told him to.
"I want to see what you're covering up," I insisted.
"He looked around as if he wanted to find a place to hide, then he slowly took his hand off his prick. It was limp and flabby, hanging straight down. It wasn't as exciting as when it had been almost hard, but I was having a lot of fun. He was red-faced again, but I could tell by his eyes that he was angry.
"Come over here and let me see it closer," I ordered. He walked slowly over to me, his cock bobbing up and down as he walked. When he was about two feet away, he stopped. I reached out and touched it, and he jumped away and put his hand in front of it again.
"Don't be scared, Carter," I told him. "You can see mine, if you want." I could see his eyes squinting at me. He was trying to figure out whether I was playing some innocent kid's game, or if I really knew what I was doing.
"I lay back on the bed, lifted my rear end, and slid my silk panties off. I sat up and spread my legs so he could see my wide-open slit. I could see his eyes get big, and his prick jiggled a little. I was smiling up at him, but he looked more scared than ever.
"Kiss me between the legs!" I ordered. He acted as if he hadn't heard me. His eyes never left my cunt. I lay back down and spread my legs even wider. "Stick your tongue up in it!" I said loudly.
"He walked over and got on his knees. I could see the beads of sweat on his forehead and his upper lip. He couldn't take his eyes off my pussy. I knew that he wanted to kiss it, as bad as I wanted him to do it to me. He took both hands and spread the lips of it wide, and then he almost dived into it. I felt his tongue running over my knob and it sent wild shivers through me. I raised up on my elbows so I could watch his face. His eyes were hot and black, and when he stared up into mine I could see that he wasn't scared anymore. He liked sucking my pussy!
"I wanted 'to get that good feeling all over me, so I moved a little closer to him and wrapped my legs around his neck. He was going crazy for pussy now, biting and sucking and licking, all the while making funny, slurping noises. I knew that in a few seconds I would begin to get that feeling, and I moved my hips around and tried to shove my pussy even farther in his mouth.
"Then I felt my knob begin to jerk up and down, and he pulled his lips together and just sucked on it as hard as he could I was on fire. My whole body was on fire. It was real good-a lot better than when I had to just use my own finger, or sometimes a candle or a hairbrush handle. His tongue was soft, but he made it feel good and hard by stiffening it up somehow. I kept on shoving my pussy onto his tongue until there was no more jumping or jerking.
"I thought he would stop, but he reached underneath me and took my ass cheeks in his hands and pulled me to his mouth again. He said, 'Sweet baby cunt-sweet, juicy baby cunt-' Then he went in again with his tongue, only a lot harder this time. I was so excited that I got that good feeling a lot faster this time.
"Carter let go of me after I stopped bucking and rearing the second time, and he stood up. I could see that his cock was really hard now, and he took it in his hand and played with it a little. He smiled down at me, and he wasn't seared anymore. 'Will you kiss mine, Jill?" he begged.
"I might," I said. "But first, you've got to do some more to me."
"He looked at me kind of dumb and asked, 'What more do you want?'
"I relied over onto my stomach and spread my legs wide again. "Lick my asshole!" I told him. I was looking over my shoulder at him and I could see his eyes bulging as he looked up my asshole. He began to rub his prick again and it started to get a little hard. "Come on, Carter!" I prompted him. "Lick it and shove your tongue up inside it while you play with my pussy."
"I spread my legs as wide as I could and Carter knelt down and moved his mouth close. I could hear him panting like a dog that needs water, and he moved his face close to my ass. When he did, I drew my ass up so that I was on my knees. He could see my spread pussy lips, and my asshole, and when he began to lick it, he made long, sweeping strokes with his tongue so that he licked my asshole first, then kept on going until his tongue was running inside the lips of my pussy. It felt good, but I needed more to have that feeling, so I reached down and began to rub my knob. I was wet inside my pussy, and Carter was slobbering all over my twat and my asshole while he was sucking and licking.
"When he started to shove his tongue inside of my asshole, turning and twisting it so that it went in deep, I speeded up my fingering, and pretty soon got that hot, allover tingle.
"Carter didn't even seem to notice, he was so wrapped up with my cunt and ass. He just kept on, and this time he shoved his finger up inside my pussy and played with my knob until I got that feeling again.
"I lay flat on the bed and he stopped sucking my ass and cunt, but his hands were still on my hips, and when I looked over my shoulder at him, I could see that he was staring at my nice, round little ass, as if he wanted to bite big hunks out of it and chew on them.
"I rolled onto my stomach and Carter stared at my red, wet cunt. He began to jerk on his cock again, and it stood up stiff and straight in a couple of minutes. I wondered if it would fit inside me. I had always let men suck me or finger me, but I had never let any of them really put his cock inside my cunt.
"Some of the girls at school that were a little older than me had told me that it really didn't hurt the first time half as much as people said it did. They said that parents told their children that to keep them from doing it.
"I raised up and looked at Carter's face. 'Do you want to put it in my pussy?' I asked.
"That sort of shook him up and he got that scared look again. 'No-I-I might hurt you-make you bleed!' he spurted out.
"Do you want me to tell my daddy?" I needled.
"You little bitch!" Carter snarled. "I should fuck you until it comes out of your ears! It would serve you right if I really ripped up that little cunt of yours!"
"Then do it!" I ordered. "It must be lots better than just playing with yourself like you're doing."
"He looked as if he were going to run away, but his cock was still hard and he was scowling at my pussy, his eyes hot and bright-looking. I ran my hands over my tiny breasts, and it made him tremble a little. He got up and crawled up onto the bed, his knees between my legs. His cock was really hard, and he spread my legs with his hands.
"He couldn't quite make it into my pussy with his cock, so he grabbed both pillows off the top of the bed and shoved them under my ass. That raised me up high so he could get the head of his cock into me.
"I knew from the first second it went in that it was going to be a lot more exciting than anything I'd had yet. The head of his cock rubbed against my knob, and he kept pushing a little harder, then backing it out and coming in again, making my knob jump with every stroke! I knew it was hurting, but the good feeling was a lot bigger, and I didn't mind it. I could feel his cock sliding deeper and deeper until it began to touch the deep parts of my cunt. I was wet and slippery, and by now Carter had forgotten that I was only eleven. He was fucking away like I had seen those men fucking my mother-as if I were a grown woman-and that's what I felt like! I was a woman! I could get men to fuck and suck my cunt! And I knew that from that day on I could always have all the fucking or sucking that I ever wanted!"
The narrator of this sexual episode is twelve-year-old Jill Me--. She is not an isolated case. She is, in actuality, only a prototype of the nymphets and the "Lolita's" that have thrust themselves into the sex scenes of the United States in ever-increasing numbers.
Jill is not mentally retarded, nor is she below normal in intelligence. She is not an innocent little girl toying with a new sensation the way most little girls play with dolls. Jill is simply an oversexed girl who has indulged in sex play since she was nine years old.
She is also typical of another segment of our so-called sex revolt, for Jill is the product of too-busy, too-wealthy parents whose own sex lives are a hodgepodge of infidelity, mate-swapping, and boredom. Of course, it is easy to blame Jill's parents for her actions-the law does, as does most of society; at least, the law says that only adults are responsible for the acts of wayward juveniles. As we grow to know Jill better through her frank discussions of her sex episodes and her aggressive chase of sex thrills, we can readily see that she is far more adult in her thinking, and in her use of her child's body, than are many brides of over twenty-one.
Jill did not get this way by accident. Children are aware of the pleasurable sensations involving their sex organs at an astonishingly early age-often as young as two months!
Jill doesn't recall her very first sex games, but she remembers vividly her early encounters with members of the opposite sex-most of them mature men. She is not a fabrication of a facile writer's mind; she is real, and, more important, she is legion!
She is incredibly precocious, willing, and glad to participate in adult sex games. She is representative of a new breed: the "micro boppers" who really swing. Ted Carpenter, eminent Fordham University anthropologist, discussing the emergence of the subteen sexpots, said, "This isn't something that's going to happen-it's already happening!" This is not the statement of an alarmist, but that of a conclusive, well-documented study made by experts. The material has been authenticated and thoroughly researched, and it clearly indicates that the juveniles are a definite part of the sex revolution that is upon us. The keynote to their attack is shock, but their motivations are the same as their adult counterparts: sexual gratification without guilt feelings and without accepting reprimands from any authority.
In a recent article in Esquire, a 12-year-old boy and an 11-year-old girl boasted of having "gone all the way" several times in sexual relations with much older partners. These children, and others like them, know all about intercourse, orgasm, sex deviations, and the pill. Obviously, "precocious" under describes them. A more apropos term might be "sexual dynamite."
Consider the following: medical records show that the average age at which a girl begins menstruation is now the age of twelve! From this point on, psychologists and doctors point out, they begin blossoming into women, complete with all the sexual desires and capabilities of grown women! They grow pubic hair. Their breasts develop. Their bodies take on curves, and, from a biological standpoint, these girls are now ready for sexual contacts.
Look about-at the premature indulgence with makeup, sometimes total preoccupation with sex, micromini fashions that reveal all their budding allure. It is obvious that they are not only biologically ready for sexual contact, they are telling the world that they are and are going out and proving it!
Never in history has the subteen girl so overshadowed her older feminine counterpart. And with good reason. She spends millions and millions of dollars, and apparently she will spend millions more in the months ahead, for the fashion industry caters to the sexual whims of little nymphets with greater and greater concentration. She wants to be sexy; the adult fashion world is paving the way.
Mini and micromini skirts edge closer and closer to the youngsters' crotches. Onlookers see the creamy flesh of the nymphet's thighs, are treated to the sight of her panties-if she wears any-and all of this is designed to sexually excite every male from eight to eighty. Noted authority Beatrice Kazan, writing in Cosmopolitan, states: "Her mini skirt, short and sassy above the thighs, seems to represent the impudence of a new generation that places sex as the first item of importance."
"Make no mistake about it," states Dr. Donald Arbagian, prominent West Coast sexologist, "the millions of young girls who wear those clothes know what they are doing. They want to tease males and get them 'hot.' "
The natural reaction of the multitudes of bewildered adults is to ask loudly: "Why?" Many psychiatrists offer the obvious answer that these young girls consciously or subconsciously want to show off their bodies, as females have done for centuries. Today, however, we Americans have at last thrown off the restrictions of Puritanism and have become a super permissive people. Other experts who have delved into this phenomenon state unequivocally that, basically, these same girls want sex! It makes no difference to them that from a psychological, emotional, and legal standpoint in our culture, they are still children. Children or not, the sugar-and-spice concept of a subteen miss has fallen into disuse.
The revealing clothing adopted by our young misses is merely a symbol of "the new freedom," most psychologists feel. Says noted designer Rudi Gernreich, "Style is a kind of flaunting of one's personality." No one doubts this; however, much more than personality is being flaunted.
This is not to place the blame at the designer's .door. Sensual music, seductive and suggestive dances, ultra suggestive lyrics, movies that feature nude seduction scenes-all contribute to the general atmosphere of "anything goes," which permeates our society from top to bottom.
Totally stunned and helpless parents and authorities of the school and church stand by and moan: "Freedom, yes-but how much freedom?"
Each community seems to set its own standards of morality, and in each community the guidelines are being assaulted and broken daily by ever-increasing hordes of bold, reckless youngsters.
It is to shed light on the problem, so that we may better understand and cope with it, that the author has clinically documented several of these cases involving "Lolita's." The eases have been drawn from personal research, personal interviews, court and medical records, sociological studies and conclusions, and, in some cases, from on-the-spot taped interviews. In several instances, the author has had to point up and highlight the dramatic effects the behavior of a subject has had on her community, her home, and on the general moral structure of her nation.
How serious is it? How wild are these "sex-babies"? Perhaps Jill's case will serve as an alarm, for she represents the over pampered, moneyed, upper middle-class sub teenager of today. She knows no rules, save those of the satiation of her own desires. She has no curbs, for the cohesion of the American home has disappeared in the years since World War II. She is like a young, sensual animal turned loose in a jungle of sex. She knows it from all sides- from magazine ads, TV commercials, fashion magazines, her parents, older brothers and sisters who have joined the sex revolt. It is no longer a phenomenon-it has become an infection of the youngsters who surround us. Jill is only one case in what might well be several millions. We do not pretend that she is typical, for there is no meaning to the world today of that word: each individual seems privileged to make his own rules of behavior and of decency. We neither decry nor defend, but rather, through the lips of these youngsters such as Jill, we merely try "to tell it like it is."
"I guess I have always played with myself, either with my finger or some gadget I have shoved up inside my pussy-anything that I could use to tickle my clit. I used to just call it my knob, but I know what it is now.
"I can always remember my mother having men come to see her when my father was away. When I was little, and my father was just getting going in his business, he was away a lot-I mean, days at a time, out of town. My mother hardly waited until he was gone before she would have men in. After a while, I guess I sort of took it for granted. I think that in my heart I sort of believed it was all a part of marriage. She didn't act as if it were wrong, and she hardly tried to hide it from me or her friends. She did warn me a few times not to say anything to my father, but that was all.
"I wouldn't have anyway. I used to enjoy sneaking up and watching men with my mother. They did everything, suck, fuck, ass-fuck (I know now), and by the time I was eight or nine, I knew all about sex and was anxious to try it for myself.
"I masturbated often with a candle. It was one of those that had ridges on the base, and I also used a knife to carve it so that it tickled my clit even more when I shoved it in. That was how I came to have my first real sex with a man.
"His name was Mort, and he was one of the men that used to come to the house when my mother was home and my father was out. He was older than my father-at least he had a lot of gray hair and was getting bald, while my daddy was black-haired and real muscular. Mort was thin, and I often wondered why my mother liked him so much more than my daddy.
"Anyhow, he came to the house one day when he thought my mother was home, but she had gone out with another man and a woman friend, and I was home alone. I had found some pictures in my mother's room-pictures of her and another man. She was sucking his cock; he was shoving his cock into her pussy while she had her legs wrapped around him; he was licking her cunt while she had her legs spread wide. But the one that used to make me tingle all over was where they were both lying facing each other, upside down, so that she could suck his cock while he was licking her pussy. I didn't think much about it then, but since, I have wondered who had taken those pictures.
"When I was alone, I sometimes got those pictures out-especially that last one-and while I looked at it, I would masturbate myself.
"I had this one picture that day, and I was in my playhouse-Daddy had bought it for me when I was seven, and it was real big. It was at the back of the yard, behind the swimming pool, and it was my favorite place to go when I wanted to play with myself, or just be alone.
"I never really had any playmates-not like most kids do-because we lived in a neighborhood of people who were older and whose children were all grown up or who were way older than me.
"Mort came so quietly that I didn't hear him-or else I was too carried away with masturbating. He ducked his head and walked in, and there I was, on the little couch I had, my panties off, my legs spread wide, with a picture of my mother and another man doing a 'sixty-nine' while I was plunging my favorite candle in and out of my pussy, rearing and gasping and making funny sounds as the semi stiff candle rubbed my clit harder and harder.
"I guess Mort must have stood there for at least three or four minutes while I worked on my cunt, because I remember when he finally did make a noise to let me know he was there, and I looked around, I saw a big bulge in the front of his pants where his hard prick was shoving against the material.
"I had had that good, strange feeling, and I was just lying there sweating and breathing deeply. I still had the candle inside my cunt, and I had let the picture fall to the carpet. I just wanted to lie there and think about how good it felt, and how much better it would be someday when I could do the things that my mother did.
"Mort sort of coughed, walked in, bent over, and picked up the picture. He stood there looking down at my pussy, with the candle still sticking out of it. I know I must have gotten as red as a beet, and I grabbed at the candle and tried to hide it behind the couch. He was smiling at me, and he didn't seem embarrassed. It was then I noticed the bulge in his pants.
"He held out the picture and said to me, 'Would you like to do it like this, Jill?'
"I was still a little nervous, and I just shrugged. I wanted to, all right, but I was scared. He was a grown man, and I knew that my cunt was still pretty small. I didn't want him to know that I was scared, or that I really was aching to try something besides masturbation.
"He reached down and ran his fingers up the inside of my legs until he came to my pussy lips. He played with the lips for a minute, then shoved his finger up inside it and began to massage my clit! It felt so good-much better than when I did it myself or used a candle.
"He spread my legs, crawled down between them, opened my cunt lips with the fingers of both hands, and just stared into my open slit. It made me feel sort of good, because he was so old, and he seemed to like my pussy so much.
"I like to eat little girls' pussies, Jill. It makes me feel almost as good as it makes them feel. I'm going to suck and lick your pussy-if you want me to."
"He knew I was trembling with 'wanting him to,' and I just nodded, hard. I couldn't take my eyes off his lips as he got closer and closer to my cunt. He licked his lips and, finally, put his mouth down over my cunt! He began to use his tongue to tickle the lips, then he spread them wider apart and dug his tongue inside me, pushing against my knob. I began to squirm and fidget, and that funny feeling began to tickle my cunt, my legs, and my stomach. I reared up my ass so I could feel more of his tongue inside me, and he placed his hands under my ass cheeks and drew me in even more. He moved my legs so they were around his neck, and I could look down and see a funny look in his eyes while he gobbled away at my cunt. His eyes were half-closed and sort of hazy, as if he wasn't really wide awake, and he was lying on the couch so that he could rub his cock hard against it while he sucked my pussy.
"In about a minute, I felt my whole cunt go out of control. It was like I couldn't help the quick, wild movements it was making. I jumped and moaned and tried to reach down and put my hands around his head to make him go in deeper with his tongue, but I couldn't reach him.
"He had his eyes open now, and they were shiny and bright as he licked my knob with long strokes of his tongue. At the end, it was almost all my actions that gave me the wonderful feeling. He just held his tongue stiff inside my cunt, and I bucked up and down and rubbed my clit on it.
"I was making moaning sounds, and he was too, and then that feeling spread over my whole body. I felt like I was in a different world-floating on soft, warm, bubbly water or clouds. He kept on licking and sucking, and the feeling stayed with me for quite a few minutes. When he stopped, he got halfway up and smiled at me.
"He said, 'Now, isn't that a lot better than playing with yourself, or using that dumb old candle?'
"I nodded. I guess I was blushing again, and I was fascinated when he stood up and unzipped his pants and took them off. He took off his underwear at the same time, and his cock was standing straight up, bobbing a little every so often while he moved close. He sat down with his cock and balls close to my face.
"Now, will you kiss mine, Jill?" he asked. I knew I wanted to, but I was still afraid it would choke me. It looked so big and hard and round. But I couldn't take my eyes off it, and I wanted to feel it with my hand. I just reached out and wrapped my hand around it, and I could feel it jump and jerk when I began to stroke it from top to bottom.
"I began to relax more when Mort began to talk to me and stroke my hair. 'Just don't be afraid, Jill,' he said. 'Take it in your mouth and suck hard on it. It won't hurt you-you'll see.'
"I could feel my pussy getting hot and wet again, and I really wanted to feel his cock in my mouth, no matter what happened. I was still riding on the clouds, to think that a grown man would want to suck my pussy, and then want me to suck his cock-just like the man with my mother in the picture!
"I leaned closer to it, and Mort lay back so that it stood up, proud and wild. I brought my lips close to the head of it and put my tongue out and circled its rim. Mort began to moan, 'Oh, baby doll, suck it all-take it all in your sweet mouth!'
"I couldn't help myself any longer. I wanted to taste it and feel it in my mouth, and to feel Mort jump and shudder like he was doing now. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and plunged my lips down over his shaft, taking it as deep into my mouth as I could without choking.
"Mort gasped and groaned, and I moved down so that I could really maneuver his cock with my hands and my mouth. He propped himself up on his elbows and stared down at me. Every time I plunged his prick deep into my mouth, he would sort of shiver and make moaning sounds. I began to let my teeth brush over the head of it as it went in and out, and that made Mort even more wild. He was groaning, 'Suck it, baby, suck it good!'
"I began to do it faster, and he used his ass to shove it even deeper into my mouth. He almost yelled at the end. 'Jill, Jill,' he moaned loudly, 'I'm going to come. Don't be scared- just don't be scared. It won't hurt at all!'
"I didn't care if it did. I was enjoying the feeling of being able to have the attention of one man. I had never before had anyone so interested in me-so close to me-so wanting to make love to me.
"I was sort of surprised when I felt the gush of hot liquid spurting into my mouth, but I wasn't scared. I kept on sucking and swallowing, and Mort's cock kept bucking as he emptied all his come into my mouth. After a while he moved my head gently off his cock and drew me up to lie beside him. He began to kiss my eyes and neck, and then he kissed my mouth. I opened my mouth almost automatically, and I jumped with the thrill of it when he plunged his tongue into my mouth, almost as deep as his prick had been a few minutes earlier.
"While he kissed me like that, he began to massage my clit again, and I ran one hand down and began to play with his cock. It was soft, but not real flabby, and in a couple of moments I began to have that tingling feeling again. I could tell by the stiffness of Mort's prick that he was ready for some more, and I was right. He got up and turned around, like the man in the picture, so that his cock was close to my face and his mouth was near my cunt. He didn't say a word; just spread my legs wide, with one of them up in the air, and began to dig his tongue into my cunt again. I reached out and guided his cock into my mouth, and we just went crazy for each other for the next few moments. He shot some more into my mouth, and I swallowed it. When I had my thrill, he really was biting at the soft flesh of my pussy lips and nibbling at my knob, while at the same time he was shoving one of his fingers deep inside my cunt, touching the inner parts of it so that it seemed that he was filling my whole cunt with himself.
"I came again, and I was so tired I just wanted to lie there that way, forever, with his tongue soothing my hot, burning pussy. I still had his cock in my mouth, but I was only using my tongue to tickle it. It was nice like that.
"Mort got up and put his clothes on. He kissed me and told me that I was a 'sweet, wonderful girl,' and he told me to keep our secret. I wouldn't have told my mother or father anyway. I didn't want to spoil it for myself, now that I had a taste of real sex with a man.
"He gave me his phone number and told me to call him whenever I was alone at home.
"After a week or more, when I didn't call, he came over. He acted as if he were visiting my mother, but while she was fixing him a drink, he whispered to me that he would meet me next afternoon after school. I didn't have a chance to tell him that it wouldn't be possible, because the chauffeur always waited for me, but I did call him next morning.
"He seemed awfully anxious to see me. He said that he'd wait for me, and that he was sure that I could think of some way to get rid of the chauffeur. Our chauffeur's name was Williams. He was about forty years old, and he was a Negro. It was that day that I learned that I had another weapon to use.
"I came out of school and Williams was waiting for me. He always waited by the door and walked with me to the car. He was a quiet man, and most of the time he just said, 'Yes, Miss Jill,' or 'Have a nice day, Miss Jill.' He was very polite and distant, and I guess we had never even talked to each other, except when he took me to school or picked me up.
"I told him that I had to go someplace, to study and practice a recitation I had to give, but he got upset. He was still polite, but he said, 'I'll have to call your mother, Miss Jill. I can't just let you go off alone.'
"That made me mad. I was used to having my own way with everybody. I told him that he was supposed to do what he was told, and he nodded and fooled with his cap-he always took off his hat when he talked to me or my mother or father. But he said that that was my father's orders and that he had to obey my father.
"I was getting mad. I wanted to be with Mort and have some more kissing and sucking. I had been masturbating myself ail those days, and it had begun to bore me. I needed the real thing.
"I told Williams that if he didn't do what I told him and go someplace and wait, I would tell my father and mother that he had been playing with my pussy and that he had tried to take my panties off and do something to me with his prick.
"You never saw anybody as scared as he was. His eyes were wide and panicky, and he kept looking all around to see if anyone had heard what I had said. He was shaking. I told him to go somewhere and call my mother and tell her that I had to stay after school to practice a poem and that he would wait for me. I knew she'd go for that story, because I was always writing poetry and learning poems and reciting them around the house. Nobody paid any attention to me, but I knew she would remember that I always pestered her to listen to me. Anyhow, Williams just nodded and got in the car and drove off. A few minutes after he had gone, I saw Mort, parked across the street, and I went to his car.
"He was a little worried at first. He said we would have to hurry it a little, and he drove to his place. It was a real nice apartment that had an elevator that took you from the basement to all floors. I went up first, so no one would get suspicious, and waited for him in front of his apartment; then he came up.
"We had a good time that afternoon. We had to do everything quickly, but it was good. We didn't waste any time. Mort undressed me and then himself, and we were both pretty hot by that time. He had a good stiff on, and I was all wet and ready, so we went right ahead and got on his bed and 'sixty-nined'-twice. I guess it only took us twenty minutes or so, because we were so hot for it. I had two good comes and so did Mort.
"When he drove me back to the school, Williams was waiting in the car. Mort just drove by and let me off when he had turned a corner, so Williams wouldn't see who I was with. I walked back to the car and Williams got out, tipped his hat, and opened the door. I asked him if he had called my home, and he just nodded. He was a little mad, I could see, and he was still scared.
"I sat there and wondered how it would be if I told Williams that I wanted him to play with my pussy and to suck it and lick it. I didn't really want to, but I just wondered now it would be to suck a black cock, and have a colored man suck and lick me. I got hot on the way home just thinking about it, and when he stopped to let me out and opened the door, I asked him if he was going to tell on me. He said, 'No, Miss Jill,' and I smiled up at him. I said, 'You be nice to me and I'll be nice to you, Williams.' He just nodded. I guess I wanted to really make him remember what I had threatened to do, for I said, 'Maybe some time you really will want to take my panties off and play with my thing!'
"He began to shake, and he put his hat on and drove off. I really began to think about it after that-I mean about how it would be to have Williams suck my pussy, and for me to suck his big black prick.
"He lived in the place up over the garages, and I knew that I could make him do it to me if I wanted to. He was so nervous and scared, I knew he'd have to do whatever I told him.
"That Sunday, my mother and father went out on their boat. I never went along on those trips-I hated the water-except the pool, and I always got sick to my stomach when I went on a boat, so they always left me home. Mort couldn't come over, and I began to get bored with myself. I knew Williams was in his apartment, and I walked out and went up the stairs and knocked. When he answered the door, he was in his trousers and shirtsleeves. I guess I'd never seen him without his chauffeur's uniform on, because he looked different. He looked younger, and he had nice muscles in his arms and chest.
"I asked if I could come in, and he got that. scared look again and looked all around, as if somebody was watching us. I just pushed on past him and sat on the bed. He just stood there, dumb-like, and stared at my crotch. I had spread my legs wide so he could see, and I had put my panties in my schoolbook bag when I left Mort's place. So Williams was having a real look at my wide-open cunt!
"He shut the door quickly and leaned against it. He almost begged me with his eyes to stop tormenting him, but I was getting a kick out of the way he couldn't take his eyes off my cunt and the way he kept licking his lips.
"I told you I'd be nice to you if you'd be nice to me," I smiled at him. "Would you like to-to play with me?"
"Williams had begun to get a hard on. I could see it starting to push out his pants in front. It just made me want to see his naked prick more than ever. I lay back on the bed and let my skirt pull up higher, so he could see more of my pussy. Williams walked over to the bed as if he were walking in his sleep. He was scared, and his eyes were wide again. He looked into my face for about the first time, and he whined, 'Miss Jill, you're going to get me in bad trouble. You've got to go. I don't want no playing, and no trouble. Please, Miss Jill-please go now.'
"I laughed at the idea of a big, black giant like Williams being afraid of a small girl like me. I said, 'I won't tell, Williams. Come on- suck me!'
"He began to shake. He backed off a little. He was really afraid. I was hot for him to suck me, and I began to get mad at him. I half sat up and snarled at him, 'If you don't, I will tell my father that you tried to fuck me!' Then he really got scared. He walked over to the bed and got down on his knees, with my legs spread out on either side of him. He just leaned forward and spread the lips of my cunt with his fingers, and then he began to lick and suck and tickle my clit with his pink tongue. I propped myself up so I could watch him. I got a kick out of seeing that black skin so close to mine, and that pink tongue digging in and out of my pussy. And he was giving me a real tongue job. I came awfully quick, and I lay back and just enjoyed it. He kept right on licking and sucking, and pretty soon I was going again. He had unzipped his pants and had his cock in his hand, and he was jerking the hell out of it.
"I pushed his mouth away from my cunt and said, 'Let me suck yours, Williams.' He stood up, and he had a wild look on his face. His big, round, black cock was standing stiff and proud, and I slid down to the edge of the bed and took it in my hand and began to suck it. I noticed that by looking sideways a little I could see us in the dresser mirror. He noticed what I was doing and looked, too. He kept looking down at my white skin, gulping in his big black prick, and at the end, when he was starting to come, he grabbed my head and shoved his prick harder and harder into my mouth. He shot a big load into my mouth, and I swallowed it and kept on licking his prick until every drop of white jism was gone.
"His cock began to go flabby again, and he stood there, not knowing what to say or do. I smiled up at him and said, 'We can have a lot of fun, Williams, from now on.'
"He didn't say anything. He had that scared look on his face again. I got up, and he seemed to be in a daze. He stuffed his cock back into his pants and zipped them up. I walked to the door. I liked the feeling it gave me to have a man completely in my hand-so I could make him do anything. I called, 'See you later,' and went out. I went out to the playhouse and masturbated a lot, thinking of Mort and of Williams.
"Next morning, Williams had gone. My father was mad and my mother was, too. I remember my father ranting. 'No nigger can be trusted. You take a jailbird and give him a fresh start, and that's how they act.' I learned later that Williams had been in prison for a robbery, but at that time I just was angry because I had lost a good sucker and licker.
"Then Carter came to work for us. I told you about him before. He was the first one to really fuck me, when I was twelve.
"I've had a lot of men since then, all kinds of ways. They always do what I tell them to, because they want to fuck and suck even more than I do. One day, I'll get out of here and then I'll be able to do whatever I want. I may just run away. I don't like sex with girls or women. It isn't any good for me. I like men."
When Jill was discovered performing fellatio on an older man-a teacher at school-the matter of her sexual escapades was taken out of the hands of her parents. This may be fortunate for her, although she is a rebellious, angry child of twelve who manages to give the authorities in the school for delinquent girls, where she was sent by a judge, a bad time almost around the clock.
As she indicated, she has already been introduced to lesbian sex. That the restrictions of such an institution as she is in can materially help her is doubtful, for there is only one psychiatrist to handle more than 200 girls, and his visits are confined to three mornings each week!
Chances are that when she does "run away" or is released, Jill will take her place as a leader in the teenage sex jungles that spring up in almost every community today. If her parents do regain custody of her, it is extremely doubtful that the atmosphere of their home will do anything to make a wholesome, sexually adjusted girl of Jill. There is only one hope, according to her psychiatrist, and that hope lies within Jill's own heart. If she truly wants to assume a normal, happy life, she has the means to do it, through her parents, if it calls for extended care and psychotherapy. But the desire must be there and must be acted on.
As she matures, Jill may long for a more normal sex life. If so, she can make it. It is the sincere hope of this writer that this child will find the desire, and will one day become a fine, productive, contributing member of society-and perhaps even influence this society for good, even though it is this same social structure that has, to a great degree, made Jill what she is.