Introduction
"I love virgins. As a matter-of-fact I can hardly abide any other type of female as a bed companion. But while most men who share this preference with me derive their main pleasure from the deflowering of these innocents, I am just the opposite. I do not like breaking the cherries of virgins; on the contrary, I like avoiding doing just that, and I like virgins because they, or at least many of them, are interested in holding on to their virginity. You see, I'm a man who gets little enjoyment from fucking young or old ladies in the cunt. I consider the cunt sort of, well, nasty-a silly gash where something much more interesting could have been placed. So I seek out women who like any kind of sex besides regular fucking. And young virgins fit the bill very well.
"I realize, of course, that my tastes are out of the ordinary, even odd. But after all, they are more varied than most men's. For instance, I thoroughly enjoy all the types of preliminary sex -you know, foreplay and all-including every sort of oral play. This is probably going to surprise you after what I said just a moment ago, but I really don't even mind what is delicately called cunnilingus-licking and sucking a woman's cunt . . . as long as I don't have to stick my prick in there. I suppose there's some sort of fear that Freud or one of these modern psychological thinkers could explain involved, but I really don't care-I am what I am, as Popeye used to say.
"On the other hand I don't mind sticking my cock in any other part of a lady's anatomy-especially an asshole or a nice juicy mouth. I relish such things, in fact.
"Now, if you're starting to make connections in your mind concerning what I've said about asshole-fucking and 'silly gashes' and my distaste for normal intercourse, and you're coming to the conclusion that I'm a fag (or 'gay' to use the more accepted term), well I'll just have to assure you that you're wrong and leave it at that. I don't care what anyone thinks about my sexual behavior. But I'm quite willing to discuss it, since I'm not in the least ashamed of anything I've done.
"The sex life of me, Michael J-, has consisted up to my current thirtieth year on this planet of one affair after another that has constituted a search for the perfect woman. Perfect for me, anyhow. I'd rather skip all the messy little meaningless false steps and concentrate on those affairs which were easily standouts from the rest.
"Marsha was my first true love. She wasn't the first one I fooled around with, but she was the first one I hit it off well with. I was sixteen and she was merely twelve. By the time things started with her, I had had enough experience with other girls to have completely discovered what my proclivities were. I knew what I wanted, and Marsha knew what she didn't want, and for a while, at least-that was enough of a basis for some great teenage sex.
"Marsha and I couldn't let anyone else know that we were seeing each other-the age differences were too great and the southern town of 25,000 that we lived in was one of rather strict moral character. So, after mutually deciding that we wanted to try out this thing called sex together, without damaging the precious jewel of her virginity, we planned a meeting one Saturday afternoon in an old deserted shack that lay on the edge of town.
"Once we were together there, we stumbled and fidgeted around for some time, not knowing exactly how to get started in a comfortable manner. But finally she, being the bolder of us two, took off her sweater, leaving her red skirt and black shoes on. The sight was stimulating to a sixteen-year-old boy, to say the least. It was a hot summer afternoon, and her small but certainly prominent breasts gleamed with a slight sheen of perspiration. She held her arms down to the sides, even though it must have been hard for a shy twelve-year-old to do, and she let me openly admire her beauty.
"Her olive complexion turned redder with blushing as I stared at her. Her dark, long hair cascaded down over thin shoulders, which were slightly freckled, to almost reach the point where her pert titties swelled up from her delicate chest. She was as slim as a fawn, and her belly, indented very cutely by a deep navel, was almost board-flat.
"As I gazed at her semi-nudity, not only did she blush from her face to her upper chest, but there was another sign of response; her small, boyish nipples began to poke outward until they were larger and thicker than any male's could be. They were a gorgeous brown-red color. Making my first overt movement, I reached over and tweaked one. A strange smile lit her face as I did, and her reaction turned me on as much as anything. A hard on was growing in my jeans, approaching its upper limit in size, and I was sure that she'd noticed the bulge it was causing. Amazingly, her eraser-like nipple grew ever larger as I held it between my forefinger and thumb. I grabbed the other one in the same way, and a soft sigh escaped the young girl's lips.
"Now I began to stop wondering what I was supposed to do, and just followed the demands of my increasing lust. I bowed my head, stuck out my tongue and licked one of the nipples I had been tweaking. Another sigh came from above. At first I licked lightly, teasingly, but this soon transformed into a more feverish, hard approach, until finally I swooped the nipple and much of the white breast that surrounded it into my mouth. I sucked inward; I continued to lick; I bit ever so lightly. Her hands went to the back of my head. Meanwhile, my hand played the devil with her other breast.
"As we got more and more carried away, we fell, without really noticing it, to the dirty floor of the shack. I hastily pulled off my shirt and jeans while she divested herself of her skirt and shoes.
"Her eyes bugged out at the sight of what sprang up from my loins. My prick was man-size and very imposing, and I think it was the first one she had ever seen. Some of her enthusiasm left her for a moment, but as soon as I saw that she was beginning to have second thoughts I went after those breasts again. After she'd begun to relax some and get back into the heat of the situation, I let a hand trail down to that secret place between her legs. It was creamy and hairless, and the outer lips were already more than a little moist. I let my forefinger push in just a half inch or so, while I silenced her objections with a tongue-to-tongue kiss. I was feeling very much in control of things, considering I had been with only three other girls-and those had been frustrating and disappointing experiences.
"My hard prick kept rubbing against her soft thighs, and though I had no thought of trying to put it in her virginal cunt-that would have made it immediately shrivel up-I'm sure she wasn't totally convinced of that. So, to keep her from getting so frightened that she might pull away from me before we could have a satisfactory conclusion, I went straight to a very bold request.
"I asked her to suck me off. I figured that she might be so scared that I was going to force her to fuck me that she might be relieved at anything else. I was right.
" 'I want you to do it to me too,' she said. That was fair enough, so Marsha and I each indulged ourselves in a wonderful sixty-nine. It was the first time for both of us. I think we each did a good job, though, considering our inexperience.
"She had innate talent as a cocksucker. She got above me and took my hard rod in her hand, placing her wet cunt above my face. I felt a little distaste for what I was supposed to do when I stared at her pink slit, but this changed rapidly after I felt a delightfully pointed tongue stick out and touch the rim of my circumcised cock. The tongue traced a complete circle around the rim three times, then the whole head was engulfed by her hot mouth. More in involuntary reaction, like a knee-jerk, than anything else, my head raised and I glued my lips to her cunt.
"As she moved her head up and down on my stiff rod, playing with the base with her hand, I ran my tongue from one end of her slit to the other-from her clitoris (though I wasn't too sure about what or where that was at the time) to her asshole. To my own personal surprise, and to her squirming delight, I found myself concentrating quite a bit on her asshole, licking it and dipping my tongue in. Her cunt was actually dripping, the juice rolling down her sleek, sweaty thighs.
"My prick grew even larger in her thin-lipped mouth. She was really into cocksucking, plunging as much of the rod into her mouth as she could, until it was pounding against the opening of her throat. Even that seemed to give way, and delightful sensations that I'd never even dreamed of took hold of me as the head of my cock was titillated by her clasping throat. I grew ever more excited until finally the moment came, and for the first time in my short life I spewed the contents of my balls into a girl's mouth. Spurt after spurt flowed into her virginal mouth until she couldn't swallow fast enough, and it dripped in creamy gobs onto my crotch. I'd had my pleasure and satisfaction, but I dutifully kept my lips and tongue working on her cunt until she'd had hers. Her climax came a minute later, and it seemed to be a good, heavy one. She squirmed around so much it was nearly impossible for me to keep my mouth on her. Finally her hips fell in a spasm of complete satisfaction, and I moved out from under her, turned around and kissed her.
"We had many other fine meetings that summer, most of them centering around oral sex, until finally we broke up.
"The reason Marsha and I broke up was because she wasn't willing to go beyond what we regularly did. On the other hand, I was always looking for new methods, new vistas. In particular at that time, I wanted to fuck her in the ass. She didn't go for that idea, and neither did any of the girls I was to meet in the next five years, but finally, when I was twenty-one and had moved to Los Angeles, California, I met a virgin even wilder than Marsha-one who was willing to allow me to indulge in a greater variety of perversions. Her name was Jeannie, and she was a would-be actress.
"I guess Jeannie will always be kept from stardom because she refuses to do what a starlet has to usually do to take the first step toward the big time-lay on the casting couch for a succession of producers and directors. She'd sucked off quite a few, I was to learn, and had done just about everything else with them, but she inevitably wound up pissing them off because she wouldn't fuck them. She was nineteen and still, unbelievably in this society of ours, a bona fide virgin.
"I met Jeannie at a party-a pretty wild one given by one of the big producers in town. I was a newcomer to the Hollywood party scene, being new in town and just a third-string makeup man for a small company. But Jeannie, even at her tender age, was already an old pro at these things, and she spotted me right away as fresh material. It was her who picked me up. The party had progressed to the point where most of the food had been consumed, some movies watched, couples and groups formed, and now the lights were down low and soft music was playing and various tete-a-tetes were going on all around the three largest rooms of the mansion. These tete-a-tetes were mostly sexual, or getting that way.
"There I sat, all on my own, knowing only the person-another makeup man-who had brought me to the party, and he'd disappeared somewhere. All around me there were people doing what comes naturally (and perhaps unnaturally), giggling, sighing, moaning, clothes flying about. I just sat there with a hard on. Then I spotted another solitary figure across the room. It was female-definitely female. Big, big tits, to start with, that were about to overflow a low-cut, slinky satin dress. Long, shiny blonde hair-almost platinum. That was about all I could tell in the semi-dark. Except for one more important thing: she was looking at me-staring, in fact-and smiling!
"As my eyes were able to focus more on her in the low light, I saw that not only did she have a fantastic body, she had a fabulously pretty face as well. She was probably the most beautiful woman at the party and she was alone and giving me the eye. Then she actually came over and sat down beside me-before I even thought about daring to make a move.
"Well, to make a long story short, as we talked
I found out about her virginity and the unpopularity it caused her in the Hollywood in-crowd. (Actually, people liked her fine, but avoided her sexually because they knew they wouldn't get fucked.) And I confessed my leanings. We were both delighted and went tearing through the hallways of the place looking for an empty bedroom.
"We couldn't find one, but we did find a room that Jeannie guaranteed would be even better for us than an empty one. In it, a couple of her friends, a man and a woman-both fortyish, had just finished fucking. In fact, they went through the writhing and groans and moans of coming just as we opened the door on them-in glaring light. They weren't the least bit embarrassed at being discovered in orgasm-on the contrary, they just looked up, after a short period of total exhaustion, and waved hello. The guy, after an introduction, left the room to search for different quarry, leaving Jeannie, myself, and the new woman alone there. Jeannie and the woman smiled at each other in a special way and then Jeannie told me to settle back in a chair and just relax and watch for a while.
"I wasn't exactly in the mood for that, but I did as she told me and I was soon glad I did.
"Jeannie, in her search for every type of available sex outside of fucking, had come upon the advantage of lesbianism, or at least bisexuality, and she practiced such with great relish and skill, as I and the redheaded fortyish woman were soon to find out. . . . "
One cannot possibly grasp our society's vacillating, contradicting, and befuddled views on virginity without briefly reaching into the past where the myths and fables surrounding virginity and the virgin originated. Discussing virginity in primitive societies, Will Durant, master historian, wrote in his Our Oriental Heritage:
Chastity is a correspondingly late development. What the primitive maiden dreaded was not the loss of virginity, but a reputation for sterility; premarital pregnancy was, more often than not, an aid rather than a handicap in finding a husband, for it settled all doubts of sterility, and promised profitable children. The simpler tribes, before the coming of property, seem to have held virginity in contempt, as indicating unpopularity. The Kamchadal bridegroom who found his bride to be a virgin was much put out, and "roundly abused her mother for the negligent way in which she had brought up her daughter." In many places virginity was considered a barrier to marriage, because it laid upon the husband the unpleasant task of violating the taboo that forbade him to shed the blood of any member of his tribe.. . .
An attitude that can be seen as one that is directly related to the mores, beliefs, customs, and traditions of a society. Continuing, where he touches upon three other such societies, Durant writes:
. . . In Tibet mothers anxiously sought men who would deflower their daughters; in Malabar the girls themselves begged the services of passersby to the same end, "for while they were virgins they could not find a husband." In some tribes the bride was obliged to give herself to the wedding guests before going in to her husband; in others the bridegroom hired a man to end the virginity of his bride; among certain Philippine tribes a special official was appointed, at a high salary, to perform this function for prospective husbands.
What was it that changed virginity from a fault into a virtue, and made it an element in the moral codes of all advanced civilizations? A great number of students of history suggest that it was the "sanctification" of virginity, the "glorification" of it, as it was promulgated in the Old and the New Testaments, that with time made society identify virginity with "virtuousness" and lack of it with "vice." There can be no doubt that Christianity, with its belief in, and teachings of, the Mother of God, and the application of the adjective "blessed" to the noun "virgin"-as in the Blessed Virgin-contributed greatly to the gradual conviction of the masses, and young girls particularly, that virginity was akin to both goodliness and godliness. Durant, however, reaches further back in man's history to explain the change in the attitudes of society toward virginity. He states that this reversal of thought regarding virginity was due to
. . . the institution of property. Premarital chastity came as an extension, to the daughters, of the proprietary feeling with which the patriarchal male looked upon his wife. The valuation of virginity rose when, under marriage by purchase, the virgin bride was found to bring a higher price than her weak sister; the virgin gave promise, by her past, of that marital fidelity which now seemed so precious to men beset by worry lest they should leave their property to surreptitious children.
It is interesting that throughout history virginity had been exclusively part of a double standard. The males had never considered applying the same restrictions of virginity to themselves, or to their sons. Again, one is tempted to look to Christianity and the monotheism of the Hebrews for an answer to what appears to be, in modern terminology, a male chauvinistic attitude toward sex. In the New Testament we are offered the "Blessed" Virgin, who is impregnated by an invisible god so that she can "miraculously" give birth to "the Son of God." With all the restrictions that are placed against women in both the Old and the New Testaments, restrictions such as are propounded not only in the words of the prophets, but the Decalogue of Moses, and the teachings of Christ, it is somehow odd that there is no justification of the fact that God had, indeed, committed an act of adultery with the wife of Joseph. And had then sent an angel to earth to proclaim her "blessedness."
Durant, in his previously cited work, points out, however, the fact that other societies, primitive ones, appeared to abide by this double standard.
. . . No language has ever had a word for a virgin man. The aura of virginity was kept exclusively for daughters, and pressed upon them in a thousand ways. The Tuaregs punished the irregularity of a daughter or a sister with death; the Negroes of Nubia, Abyssinia, Somaliland, etc., practiced upon their daughters the cruel art of infibulation, i.e., the attachment of a ring or lock to the genitals to prevent copulation; in Burma and Siam a similar practice survived to our own day. Forms of seclusion arose by which girls were kept from providing or receiving temptation. In New Britain the richer parents confined their daughters, through five dangerous years, in huts guarded by virtuous old crones; the girls were never allowed to come out, and only their relatives could see them. Some tribes in Borneo kept their unmarried girls in solitary confinement. From these primitive customs to the purdah of the Moslems and the Hindus is but a step, and indicates again how clearly "civilization" touches "savagery."
It is no wonder then that even today, even in our advanced society of moon shots and microwave ovens and computerized gambling systems, attitudes toward virginity-at least in the closed-system privacy of each individual's mind-are at odds often not only with regard to the next man's attitude toward it, but conflicting with one's own attitudes as they fluctuate in reference to time, place, and the self or other involved. Thus a man who might think nothing of deflowering another man's daughter-assuming that the said daughter is neither under-age nor is reluctant to being sexually taken-might be bent on murder upon discovering that his daughter's virginity had been taken under no more "criminal" circumstances.
Among the young, particularly girls of high-school age and older, the attitude toward virginity has, generally speaking, swung away from the belief in virginity's "blessedness." As Patricia McCormack notes in Francine Klagsbrun's Youth Quake:
From the halls of higher learning to the shores of sifting sand, millions of American teen-agers are experimenting with sexual freedom. Fed on Freud and Kinsey, reinforced by the Pill, they're not content to learn vicariously. In this scientific era they have been taught to seek answers based on experience, to accept no pat answers. Giving a wide berth to the surreptitious morals of their parents, the contemporary teen-agers prefer to be open and frank-so much so that on many college campuses the coed who is a virgin sometimes worries about being a square.
Perhaps the only argument that can be offered legitimately to these teenagers' reasoning is the alarming incidence of venereal disease that is sweeping the country. At the same time, that argument is validly directed not so much against the loss of virginity per se as toward a manic indiscriminate desire to lose it, practically at any cost, and toward promiscuity that often follows the loss of virginity.
Furthermore, there is a disagreement even on the increase of VD as it is statistically reported. There is a greater number of reported cases of venereal disease, true; however, Ira L. Reiss, in his article titled "Sexual Codes in Teen-Age Culture," appearing in Thorsten Sellin's Teen-Age Culture, offers an explanation to the "apparent" increase in the incidence of venereal disease among teenagers. He states:
. . . Teen-agers do have significant rates of venereal disease and illegitimacy. However, the press has largely exaggerated such rates. The teen-age rate of venereal disease for ages fifteen to nineteen is only about a third of the rate for the twenty-four to twenty-nine age group.
There has been a slight rise in the number of teen-age venereal disease cases in recent years, and this has received much publicity. It is quite likely that the actual rates for teen-agers are not higher and that this slight increase is due to the greater number of teenagers today. More than 80 per cent of the venereal disease reported is from older groups of people. Finally, the rate of venereal disease among teen-agers it not evenly distributed in the teen-age group. As far as we can tell from reported cases, it is highly concentrated in the lower social classes.
Aside from venereal disease, which cannot possibly be considered as a justification against sexual activity-only as a threat against indiscriminate and promiscuous sexual activity-there appears to be no other, legitimate or illegitimate, "reasons" for postponing sexual activity until after the marital ceremony. More, it appears that society should direct its aims at eradicating venereal disease by developing an immunization procedure-perhaps nationally instituted-that would solve the problem and leave both men and women, young and old, free to engage in the activity that is basic to their being and the urge for which is strongest at the age at which that activity is either denied to them by societal mores or by the threat of contacting what has been rightly called the curse of the ages.
In the five cases that are presented in this work, the concentration of interest is placed on the attitudes of both young and not so young virgins-the narrator of the first case is a fifteen year-old girl, who ceased being a virgin at the hands of a man who was old enough to be her father, the central subject of the narrative of the fourth case is a virgin of forty-two-and of the men who, by definitions of virginity and non-virginity, were responsible for performing the act that carried the girl, or woman, from the shores of virginity to those of sexual adulthood or realization.
It is true that the young girls of today do not have to tremble at the thought of being subjected to a life of chastity that the Vestal Virgins of Rome had to bear. A citation from Oskar Seyf-fert's Dictionary of Classical Antiquities suggests what that life was like.
. . . Every girl [of not less than six and not more than ten years of age] possessing the necessary qualifications was liable to be called on to undertake the duty. . . . The time of service was by law thirty years. . . . They were under the control of the pontifex. . . . He administered corporal chastisement if they neglected their duties. . . ; and, if any one of them violated her vow of chastity, he had her carried on a bier to the campus sceleratus (the field of transgression), near the Colline Gate, beaten with rods and immured alive. Her seducer was scourged to death. . . .
At the same time, the society of today in general, and the young of that society in particular, are living in times that are in fact considerably more complex and that provide no less mental stress and strain in the choices between right and wrong than the Vestals of Rome of a millennium ago had to face. Consequently, this work is a tribute to all virgins and all women who were once virgins.