Chapter 2

ADOLESCENCE-A GENERAL VIEW

By the time the youngster reaches adolescence-roughly fourteen years of age for the starting point-he is well on his way to full development. While his body is still growing, still filling out, his sexual apparatus has gone through the preliminary stages and is almost totally functional. Pubic and axillary hair has thickened, the girl's breasts are large, and the boy's penis has lengthened and filled out, his testicles grown heavy and dropped. The youngsters are no longer children; they are pre-adults.

The adolescent period continues from the age of fourteen to twenty-one. During that time the individual is supposed to decide on what type of work he will want to do as an adult-but more important, he (I) must free himself from his parents and become an individual on his own, (2) learn to adjust to the opposite sex, which includes finding solutions to his "love life," and (3) bring about an integration of his total personality so that he may become a more mature and responsible adult. Having become aware of his sexuality and of the sexuality of others, he must come to grips with it and eventually assume his proper role in a monogamous society. This he does through further experimentation-or, if experimentation was lacking during puberty, by beginning it. (For point of reference, this is speaking of the ideal-of what may be assumed as the ultimate goal. Very few people ever reach total maturity.)

So far as sexuality is concerned, experimentation and elaboration is a natural part of adolescent sexual behavior. Adults may express concern, see the "younger generation" as well on its way to hell and destruction, but the fact remains that in order to become a mature adult it is almost imperative for the adolescent to experiment. For some the need is simple and easily met; others require a great deal more. One boy may masturbate, copulate and settle down, while another will find it necessary to experience every possible form of sexual activity, including some of the most deviant. The same is true of girls.

Along the way, because of what their previous lives have been, some youngsters will pull further and further away from the norm-that is, from normal heterosexuality. One may become a homosexual, another a sexual psychopath; still another may find sexual gratification through one type of fetish or another. Those occurrences are not the result of experimentation per se; they are the result of what the child has been taught to be. If his background has been relatively normal and healthy, the average individual will experiment with sex, even to the most extreme and perverse types, and still move toward normal heterosexuality.

As was mentioned earlier, the adolescent of today learns about sex much earlier than his parents did, is more liberal in his thinking, and has far more opportunity for experimentation. The sequence of masturbation through copulation to marriage was the norm a generation or so ago; for today's youth that is seldom enough. More doors have been opened, and they must look through each of those doors as they search for their own form of adjustment. Questions are implanted in their minds that would have shocked their parents; for those questions to go unanswered can cause later problems. The adolescent is almost compelled to find the answers now, this very day, and then move on.

The older generation is frequently perplexed by this, chiefly because they cannot adjust to it or fully understand it. They are unnecessarily perplexed. The big fears of "sexual freedom" have to a large extent been removed; the Pill and other contraceptives make pregnancy avoidable, and the liberality which has freed the mind makes it possible for the individual to experiment with variations, including deviations, and still remain basically heterosexual-and evolve as a heterosexual person. In the words of one young man, "Hell, I can let a guy suck my cock and thoroughly enjoy it, but that doesn't make me queer. I find myself a woman right after that and I'm all man again!"

At any rate, during adolescence the individual has developed. His body will continue to develop, but his sexual powers and abilities are already not only well developed but in top shape! It is really one of the most wonderful periods of life, though ridden with many problems. But the individual has strong powers, a great interest, and the ability to perform sexually better than he will be able to at any other time in his life. Little wonder that he is anxious to experiment with those powers, eager to see what pleasures are available. Aware of that beautiful mechanism, the human body, little wonder that he must discover all of its capabilities.

So, then, we might call adolescence the great period of sexual experimentation, that period during which each individual may find out for himself what he and his body are, what the capabilities are, and enjoy many pleasures before settling down to a more mature, stable life.

Cory L. was an example of a clean-cut, good-looking young teenager (seventeen) with a vital interest in life. He was an average student, active in sports and editor of the school newspaper. He worked in a grocery store part time. To all appearances, he was a typical, healthy, maturing individual-an epitome of young manhood if there ever was one. Some of those who would so praise him, however, would have been shocked if they had known the facts of his private life-because in his youthfulness, in his zest for life, Cory not only passed up no opportunity to experiment in sex, he created many. He told his story frankly:

My mother and I live alone. My dad died when I was real young. She's still a very attractive person, nicely built, so I wasn't "protected" or "kept blind" the way some kids like that are. I mean, she had her boyfriends in, and I knew what was going on even before I actually knew what it was. She wasn't promiscuous or anything like that, but if she liked a guy he stayed over night, and he didn't sleep on the couch! Being young like that, too, they were usually good-looking and well-built guys. I can remember seeing some of them in their shorts, or in the bathroom naked, and they were pretty sharp guys. My mother had an eye for physical beauty; she didn't go for any slobs.

I remember when I was about twelve or thirteen some guy stayed for over a week. My mother passed him off as a visiting relative and the neighbors accepted that. She'd go to work every day, I'd go to school, life was pretty normal, except that he just happened to be there. Well, one afternoon when I got home he was sprawled out on the couch reading, and he was stark naked. That didn't particularly bother me, but I couldn't help but stare at the hard-on he had. Man, it was really something! He sort of had his hand wrapped around the base of it, his fingers lying over his balls, and it stuck up like an obelisk! When he finally woke up to the fact that I was staring at him he just laughed, gave it a couple of jerk-off motions, and then asked if I'd never seen a hard-on before. I don't know why, but seeing his, I'd gotten one of my own-about half the size of his, though, maybe even less!

Anyway, he started talking about sex. Told me a lot of things he'd done, and there were some pretty wild stories! Said he was telling me because I was getting old enough I'd start getting interested, I might as well know what went on in the world. Later on, after I'd gotten going, I remembered that, and I tried to remember everything he'd told me and try to put it into action. But for right then ... well, I started into my room. To tell the truth, I think I was probably going to go in and jerk off, he'd gotten me so excited, but he yelled at me to stop. He said we were buddies, there was something we could do together, but we'd have to keep it a secret from my mother. I guess you know what it was ... he wanted me to jerk him off. Well, I did. Got down on my knees between his legs and took hold of the big thing, and stroked it real good. He got to liking it, he pushed down farther, his legs spread out around me, then he started jerking a little, gasping and throwing his head around, and the juice squirted up about a mile! I'd never seen anything like it. It pumped out that first load, then it kept sort of throbby-jerking and several more came out. Globs of come all over his belly, a bunch of it running down my hand.

I guess that got me more interested than I'd been, because that night after they went to bed I sneaked outside, went up to the window and peeked in. I saw them both strip down-and like I said, my mother's got a real nice body. I know it might not be nice to look at your own mother, but I couldn't help it. It was the first time I'd seen big, pointed tits like that, the nipples hard on the end, and a big bush of hair between her legs. His cock was just as hard as it had been that afternoon. He laid her on the bed, then he spread her legs and buried his face in there, licking up a storm, I guess, and she really went for it; grabbed onto his head and rolled her own head back and forth. Then he crawled up over her, kissed her tits, sucked on them a little, then started kissing her on the mouth. He was holding himself up a little, so he reached down and got his big cock in the right place, then shoved it into her. I watched it disappear, inch by cotton picking big inch! Then he started pumping. Slow and nice, sweet and easy, driving it in, pulling it out, driving it in. He buried it clear to his hair every time. Well, I guess you know, by that time I had my own cock out and I was playing with it, jerking off slowly while I watched them-then when they started getting really excited, when he started pouring it to her faster and she was fitting herself up to take it every time, I started moving my hand faster. It was the most terrific shooting I'd had, I guess because I was so sexually aroused-you know, more than you get from just thinking before you jerk off.

Well, like they say, after that I was hot to trot! I just wasn't going to be satisfied until I got my hard dick up some sweet little pussy! But wanting and getting are two different things, especially because I didn't know exactly how to go about it. I mean ... well, you know, I still felt funny around girls, spent more time with my buddies-and we did a lot of talking about sex, but most of us were still only talking and settling for hand jobs! Then I remembered one of the things that fellow had told me. He'd been on the bum, he'd been broke and hungry, and he'd run into a fellow who turned out to be a queer. The guy had given him a couple of bucks to screw him in the ass. Well, that sounded pretty good to me, better than nothing if I couldn't get with a girl, so that's what I settled for. Invited a friend of mine to stay all night the next weekend, and after we'd gone to bed I started talking sex. Didn't let him know it was my mother I was talking about, but told him what I had seen. Described it all in detail, then tossed in, "Cripes, it got me so hot I jerked off while I was standing there watching them!"

That's all it took, we talked about that a little, then we were feeling each other-and he was as hard as I was. We slipped off our pajama pants and fooled around a little more, then I got him on his side so I could play with his ass-end a little. You know, feel around, see how he'd take it. I finally got my finger up between his cheeks, then shoved it in. He reacted a little, but not enough for a stopper, so I finally suggested that we take turns doing that to each other with our pricks. He held back a little, but we ended up doing it-and it wasn't bad. He had a tight ass, when I got my prick in there it felt good, and I romped away to a shoot-off. When he struck his in mine ... well, that didn't feel bad, either, and I got a kick out of the way he went half-nuts when he started shooting.

But I still wanted pussy! I wanted to see what it felt like to get your prick up inside some twat and romp away to a finish that way. You know, I'd seen them when I was little. A couple of neighbor girls and I, we'd shown ourselves to each other. But those had been just little hairless slits, and I'd had just a little finger of a prick. I'd seen my mother ... and I'd seen how much my dick had grown, I figured the girls ... Well, anyway, this one neighbor girl was about my age, maybe a few months older, and she was filling out pretty good. She had cans that shook around in her dress like a couple of medium-sized apples, her hips were spreading out and she wiggled her ass like something! I figured her twat was bound to have swelled bigger, too, gotten hair around it, and it would be real nice for my dick to pay a little visit there. I'd been pretty rude to her up until then, the way boys are, but I started being nicer. I'd go down to borrow things we didn't need, talk to her a while, then I'd return them later and talk some more. Kept this up for a while, and kept hoping my prick would grow even faster. Finally one day I went down there and nobody else was home, so I decided the time had come!

I guess it was sort of corny, but I started out by asking her if she remembered how we had looked at each other when we were kids. She giggled and got red in the face. Then I said something like, "It looks like you've changed. Looks like you've swelled up here and there! I know I have. I've got hair down there and everything." She held back, but finally she let me feel her tits a little, and they had grown. "Man," I said, "I'd sure like to suck on one of them to see what it feels like!"

She giggled again, but she let me. She pulled up her blouse and there they were, those two little, perky tits, half-rounded and coming to a point. I leaned over and kissed one, ran my tongue all around it, then got hold of the nipple and started sucking on it. She giggled some more, I held my mouth open and tickled it with my tongue. A hard, prick-like thing popped out of the center. I moved over to the other one and got the same reaction there! Man, my prick was so hard it was about to burst through my pants!

She wouldn't let me do anything else that day, but before the week was out I had her in the garage, we were stripped naked, and I screwed the hell out of her on an old lawn swing out there. It was all I'd thought it would be; she was real tight, real warm, and plunging my dick in and out of her really gave me a great feeling. When I shot off into her it felt like my whole head was going to blow off-well, both heads. The one on my shoulders and the one on my dick! I really poured it into her!

We screwed every once in a while after that, but we did other things, too. Like I went down on her the way I'd seen that guy do to my mother, and that got her so excited that she wanted to suck on my prick at the same time. Neither one of us knew what was going to happen, I guess, but we ended up shooting off at each other that way! And after that ... well, we sort of watched each other grow, if you know what I mean. Every time we got together I'd measure her tits with my hands, cupping them, and with my mouth-and she'd measure my cock. She'd even feel my balls, checking to see if they'd grown. I guess we did that for the better part of a year or so, and we both did grow.

I felt pretty raunchy, but later on I decided it had worked out for the best when her dad got transferred to another town. I mean, at the rate we were going, I guess I would probably have knocked her up before we were through-the law of averages were in that direction. But it turned me loose, too. With her gone I started looking around, and being older, I got interested in doing more things.

I guess I'm pretty lucky. I mean ... well, I'm not conceited when I say I'm good-enough looking, I just know that, and I've got a pretty good build. On top of that, I developed in the sex department pretty good. So sometimes even if I'm not interested in somebody else at first, they get interested in me, and away we go. Like my boss's wife. She's ... oh, about thirty, they've got four kids. But when I was about fifteen, going on sixteen, she kept being real friendly with me, and one afternoon she got me over to her house for some reason. She'd sent the kids out to play, locked the door, and she didn't waste any time. Stripped out of the housecoat she'd been wearing, and there she was, stark naked and a real eyeful! Big tits, the size of big cantaloupes and with great big nipples on them, a smooth belly and wide hips, and a pussy that looked ... well, tempting! The minute I saw her my old prick popped to attention, and she laughed, reached out and ran her hand up and down it. We ended up in the bedroom with me just as naked as her, but after we'd played around a little-you know, kissing and feeling each other up while we were still standing up-she crawled up onto the bed but stayed on her hands and knees. She told me to mount her. I didn't understand at first, but she finally got her point across. I got there, straddling her legs, and she reached for my cock and shoved it between her legs; I felt the lips of her pussy, she sort of twirled my prick-head around in it, then I started shoving it in. It was a funny as hell position, but it worked; I straddled her all the way, my body over hers, and my dong was clear up inside. I started shoving it in and out, in and out, and it felt great; her pussy was pretty big, but that way, even with all that room to slosh around in, I was getting enough friction that it did things for me. And she liked it, too. She started talking dirty, saying things like, "Oh, Christ, fuck it clear in, Cory, fuck it clear in ... Jesus, I wish my husband had a ramrod like yours ... fuck it in!" Man, I was fucking it in! My balls were banging around until they almost fell off, then I let out one hell of a gasp and shoved it clear in-it's a wonder it didn't come out her mouth!-and shot off one of the biggest loads I'd ever stored up! She was shooting, too, and gasping up a storm! Man, that was some scene!

Then there was this fellow who came into the store to shop. He was in his late twenties, somewhere around there, a real nice guy. I had talked to him several times. Well, one day he called and said he was sick, and could I bring a few things by for him on my way home. Not suspecting anything, I did, but when I got to his apartment he didn't look sick to me. He was in a bathrobe, and that was all. He offered me a drink, but I don't drink, so he insisted I have a coke. Then he started in talking about what a nice person I was, good looking and all, I must have to fight the girls off. I noticed, then, that his bathrobe was sticking out in front, even though he was sitting down. I mean, he had a hard-on. I guess I knew what was coming, because I got one, too-and he noticed it. So you know what happened, I got my first blow job from a homo! It was pretty good, too. He got my pants down around my ankles, then he got up between my legs and took hold of my prick. He got the other hand between my legs and was playing with my balls, then he brought his mouth down on me. Licked the end, kissed it, slid his lips over it, and it sent real sensations through me. He started moving his head up and down, and that got to me; I pushed out, stretching my legs out and getting my buttocks down to the edge of the cushion. He sucked on it a little, really enjoying it, then he let loose of it and went down to kiss all around my balls, between my legs. That really sent me! I raised up clear off the chair! Then he went back to work on my cock and sucked me to a wild shooting off!

So every once in a while I screw the boss's wife dog-fashion, go by that guy's apartment for a blowjob, and then in between look for other things. The way I figure, I'm having myself one hell of a good time, I'm going to have all the pleasure I can-do all the things I can-then when the time comes I'll settle down, get married, and give my wife exclusive rights on my meat! I'll want exclusive rights on hers, too, of course! But I have an idea we'll have a helluva lot of fun together, too, because I'm learning some sharp tricks!

Cory had a good point! Not only will his curiosity be satisfied, but he will have a wealth of knowledge that can make his own marital life more satisfying and meaningful than others'. What a contrast that is to the more narrow and almost frightened view of many young people who begin to learn about sex only after marriage, and therefore have serious problems in adjusting to married life-serious enough that many such marriages go on the rocks.

But let us turn to Sharon T., an example of a teen-aged girl who experiments in sexuality. Sharon is an attractive girl, slightly taller than average, well developed at sixteen, a darkly beautiful girl. She is also discreet. She is soft-spoken and well-mannered, dressing tastefully and carefully, and only those with whom she experiments know of her experiences; a brasher, more obvious girl doing the same things would be labeled promiscuous, a "bad" girl, and perhaps find life a little difficult. Sharon reported:

My sister is a year and a half older than I, and we shared a room. We had a very close relationship, so I was really quite lucky. I followed her in everything, so I learned through her experiences. For example, I was able to watch her body developing, and so was not surprised when mine began to develop; she began to menstruate, so I learned about that. And she began going with boys.

Of course, we weren't quite as close after that, because she spent more and more time away from home. But still, she'd come home and tell me about it-at least some of it. I'd usually lie awake nights waiting for her to get home, just to hear all about what had happened. At that point it was just boys walking her to a show, taking her to a school dance-trying awkwardly to kiss her, to maybe cop a feel, but it was still frightfully exciting! And maybe ... just maybe it got me interested in sex a little earlier than I might have been or at least ready for it.

At any rate, as I was entering puberty I felt these things happening to me. Even though you know about them, you still feel them happening. It's not only your body changing a little, it's feelings you're beginning to have inside. At least that was the way I felt about it. So I'd he there thinking about my sister out with some boy, the boy trying to kiss her, to feel her body, and I'd feel my own kind of excitement. I'd rub my own body and thrill to it. Then quite by accident, during one of those feeling scenes, I discovered what it was to masturbate. Oh, I don't think I had an orgasm ... I think I was still too young, but it was still pleasurable. Very pleasurable.

Finally I was old enough that my parents let me go out, too, and whether the boys liked it or not, my sister and I double dated. We were more like friends than sisters, and once I'd gotten started in the development department I seemed to catch up with her quickly and then pass her. I had larger breasts, I even looked older, and I was a lot bolder than her. If a boy kissed me, he got kissed back-because, frankly, I liked it. And if he wanted to rub my breasts, I liked that, too. Or even feel between my legs. But one that did that, he got felt right back! And, frankly, I liked that, too. I liked feeling boys' pricks. Of course, with my sister and her date along, and my sister being less brazen than I, it never went any further than that.

Not until I was fourteen, then one night we had gone out to the river for a wienie-roast, a group of us. Afterwards we were lying or sitting around the fire by couples, and I had my head in a boy's lap. It was sort of half-shadowy, so he put his hands on my breasts and started feeling them; and at the same time I felt his prick growing under my head. Well, he was in for a surprise! I rolled over on my side, he kept playing with my tits, and I buried my mouth right into his prick, sucked it through his trousers. Finally, doing it so nobody could tell I was doing it, I unzipped his pants and got his prick out, and it was a real beaut! I licked the head, ran my tongue around it, then took as much of it as I could get into my mouth. I could tell that he was pretty frantic, and that really pleased me. His hand was moving like crazy on my breasts, he finally got it under my blouse, under my bra, and he was feeling it as if it were a grapefruit he was sampling for softness-or hardness. "Chrissake," he finally whispered, "let's go off into the bushes somewhere!"

Feeling that hot, hard prick in my mouth, I didn't care what my sister would say or think. I went into the bushes with him-only instead of the bushes we got into the back seat of one of the cars. He didn't waste any time; he grabbed hold of me and started kissing me something fierce, running his tongue around in my mouth and everything. I kissed him back with the same enthusiasm, and I felt for his prick again, got it out of his pants. I stroked it up and down while we kissed, and his hands were back under my blouse again, tearing my bra and grasping for my tits. "Chrissake," he finally blurted out, "I've never fucked a girl before, but I sure got to do it now!"

His prick was pretty big, I wasn't sure. I mean, I thought it would probably hurt, it was so big. But the way I felt, I decided to give it a try, anyway, because I guess I wanted to do it as bad as he did. So when he pushed me down on my back, pushed my skirt up and pulled my panties down, I didn't resist. He played with me between the legs a little bit, feeling it with his fingers, rubbing it, sticking his fingers in a little way, almost driving me crazy with the wonderful feelings I was getting. Then he came up over me and I felt the big, hot head knocking around down there. He finally got it to the entrance, then started shoving. I stopped him, told him to go slow, and he finally restrained himself. I felt the big head force my lips open, stretching them apart, then I felt the big thing entering me. It was really a good feeling, I wanted it bad; it was as if there were an emptiness up inside my belly that it just had to fill. He shoved it in a little more and it hit the membrane; I guess it was sensitive to the feel, too, because he stopped a minute. I kissed him, thrashing my tongue around, telling him that way that he could go ahead and break me in, that I was willing.

I don't know if he understood that language or just did what was coming naturally, but he hesitated a moment more, then he drove his big prick all the way into me. He broke me, it was a sort of momentarily shattering experience, but then all I felt was his big, hard cock filling me the way I had wanted to be filled. As he thrust it clear into me, drew it out until just the head was left, then thrust it in again I felt pleasure like the tide coming and going. Every time he filled me it was terrific, and there was a different kind of pleasant feeling as he vacated me, then the inward thrust delighted me. Before long I was working with him, our hips working in a beautiful rhythm, and I'd never felt anything as wonderful in my life. Then he seemed to sort of go out of his mind; he started pumping so fast that I couldn't keep up with him. He was banging himself against me, I could even feel his balls hitting me between the legs, then he was huffing and puffing and his body was sort of holding still and trembling at the same time while his cock shot and shot. He fell forward, collapsing on me, driving it the rest of the way in-but it had already begun to go soft, it didn't hurt.

I told my sister that the boy and I had just necked, and she believed me-but I decided right then that I was going to go out on my own. As much as I liked her, as much fun as we had had together, she was too strait-laced for my taste! I sort of knew that from then on kissing wasn't going to be enough-if I did any kissing, I was going to want to end up getting a beautiful cock up inside me, and it wouldn't be easy to do that if she was around.

But I found out a little while later that that wasn't the only way of getting thrills. I went out with a boy who was older-I was maybe fifteen at the time, he was eighteen. He had been around a lot more, he was pretty experienced, and he knew how to do things. Like getting a girl hot before she even realized it was happening, just by rubbing her the right way. We were dancing at a place and he had his arm around me so that the fingers of one hand ended up on one of my breasts; he moved them slowly, I began to become aware of them, of the good feeling. He moved his hand ever so slightly, but now he was moving his finger around on my nipple, and it got hard and tender. At the same time he moved his lower body a little to let me know that he had a hard-on, then he danced me toward the door and I didn't put up any resistance.

His folks have a nice place, their garden is all fixed up with lawn swings and patio tables and all that. We went there, and he assured me that no one would know we were there or disturb us. We laid down together on a chaise lounge and started necking, our bodies pressed together as our mouths merged, our tongues experimenting in and with each other's mouth and tongue. His hands rubbed my back, my buttocks, and I was, to use a corny expression, hot as a firecracker. I was doing my rubbing, too, feeling his strong back, his firm buttocks-he was really a nicely built guy, not heavy but not at all thin. A few minutes later he had a hand up under my blouse, he had loosened my bra and was playing with my tits while we kissed. I couldn't have stopped myself if I'd tried; I reached down and started playing with his prick. He reached down himself, not taking his lips from mine, unzipped his pants and hauled it out. Now I really had a good hold of it, I could feel every bit of it and started giving it a real working over. It wasn't as long as the first boy's had been, but it was thicker, and it seemed better proportioned. I mean, the first boy's, his had been a shaft with a big knob of a head on the end of it; this boy's, it was a thick shaft and the head seemed a part of it, the same size around and then sort of tapering to a blunted point. Anyway, it was nice, it felt good, and I was enjoying stroking it while he played with my tits and our mouths were merged together.

His hand moved down, reached my knee, then started slowly back up my leg-under my skirt. The feel of his warm fingers on my inner legs just about drove me wild; I spread my legs for him, and when he got his hand up to my crotch there were no obstacles. He massaged it, squeezed the lips together, separated them with a couple of fingers while still another finger played around in the gully between. Needless to say, that almost drove me out of my mind, I could hardly wait for him to want to get his prick there instead of his finger.

But that wasn't what this boy wanted. He said later that he'd done all the screwing he needed, he could always do that; when he found someone nice, willing and cooperative, he liked to do other things. The thing he wanted to do that night was fine by me, once we got going on it. He pulled my skirt up around my waist, my panties down my legs and off, then he slid his pants and shorts down around his ankles. That done, he laid so that his face was at my crotch and his big prick in my face, and I felt his lips move against me. He licked, then he kissed all around, and I took his prick into my mouth. I reached for his balls with my other hand, held them because they felt so good while I held the base of his cock and sucked on him. He had started working his tongue inside me, meanwhile, and it was a terrific feeling. He'd shove it in, then stiffen it, then flick it up and down and swirl it around, running it all around in me. Needless to say, again, I shot right up to cloud seven; I was experiencing sensations like nothing I had never felt before. Then he stiffened his tongue and started thrusting it in and out, the way the other boy had used his prick, and at the same time his hips started moving, driving his cock in and out of my mouth faster than I could work with it. He gasped as I did, as my body began to shake and tremble, and as I felt myself reaching an orgasm I tasted the juice that he was shooting into my mouth. He thrust a couple of more times, then laid still, but his cock was still in my mouth and his face was still buried in my crotch, his tongue up in me. Finally, his prick gone clear limp, he rolled away. "Wow!" he whispered, "that was the absolute greatest!"

He was the kind of boy you could talk to, so we talked about it, me lying in his arms and his limp thing pressed against me. He told me that he had started out by simply screwing, too, but that he had found out that there were lot of other ways to enjoy sex. He squeezed me and told me that with a body like mine I should try them all, too, not limit myself to the "usual" way. I silently agreed with him, and then from then on put thought into action. If I went out with a boy and he didn't come up with a new idea, I tried to invent one-or if I heard other girls talking about things they did, and I hadn't done them, I tried them out the next chance I got. Once in a while I do it the regular way, you almost have to with some boys, but whenever I get a chance to try something different, believe you me, I try it! I figure I'll have plenty of time with the usual way once I get married-for now I want to have all the fun I can! In some ways it's safer, too. You don't have to worry about getting pregnant and all that. You can thoroughly enjoy yourself and still feel safe!

Because the truth is, I'll admit it, I like sex! I'm not a nymphomaniac, I don't think about it all the time, but when the time and place is right I really go for it, and when there's a little variety, well, it's all the more interesting. I think just plain screwing all the time would get pretty boring. I mean ... well, it's like anything else; outside of reaching an orgasm, maybe a different feeling from different sized pricks, it would end up being something like a habit, something you sort of take for granted. I like the surprises, the pleasures, the ... the variety!

These are teen-agers who look and act "like any kid in the block." No one knows of their activities but those with whom they experiment. There are others who vocalize "sexual freedom" more freely, and act more openly-those called hippies, for example, who use the guise of protest against "The Establishment" as an excuse for openly practicing sexual experimentation. But whether they go by a name or not, and however they handle it, there is a definite trend with the "younger generation" to experiment more widely and more freely with sex. As a result, the new generation is a wiser, more experienced generation-and they are not "hung up" on old wives' tales, on false pride and modesty, and other inhibiting factors that confronted generations of the past. Further, when they reach physical maturity and then head toward social and emotional maturity, they are in many ways better equipped; they go into marriage uninhibited, and as a result the sexual aspects of marriage are not nearly as problematic as they frequently were in the past.

But this has been a general view of the period called adolescence, that period that lasts from about fourteen to twenty-one years of age. Let us look now into fragments, or special sectors, of that period.