Chapter 6
The Collector
The following account is true in each detail, but for obvious reasons, we have changed the name and the locale of the case history.
Psychiatrists are constantly amazed at the voracity of the young female. That they are aggressive in sex is unquestionable, but case histories concerning the "young gangs" reveal the startling fact that many of the younger hoodlums who form gangs, and who are given to violence, are masterminded or strongly abetted by young females. The following case history does not involve gang membership, but it does give us an insight into the more demanding, pampered sexpot who takes the whip hand in sexual relations, using her body as a bargaining item, though not always for money, as does the prostitute. There is a new breed of female who has grown up in an era of great personal freedom from authority, and who has been allowed or encouraged to use her femininity for any purpose, the moment that she sprouts curves and pubic hair. She is the insatiable power seeker of her gentler, who, once she has discovered her whips of sex, exercises them without regard for the consequences to herself or to her sex partners.
This, then, is the account of Lori, as she told it to the authorities.
"I had my first real sex-I mean all the way screw when I was twelve. Before that, I had fooled around a lot, letting guys feel me up, play with my pussy and my asshole. I even jerked a couple of guys off, but I never went the whole route of fucking until I met Chet.
"Chet was a man. All the others were boys-just smart-alecks who would have panicked if I had said 'yes' to them when they wanted to screw. But Chet was something else. He was about forty, and he was taking my mother out once in a while. That's how I met him.
"My mother was a swinger, after my father got a divorce. I mean that she tried to make up for all the years she had had to live the quiet, uneventful sex life of a housewife. It was only after the divorce that she began to really date. She spent a lot of money on a real swinging wardrobe and she went the 'young chic' route--mini-styles, boots, expensive wigs and hairstyles-and she wasn't bad when she got going, because she had a shape like a teenager.
"My father had to pay quite a bit of support money for me, and my mother worked as a private secretary to a big shot broker. After about a month from the date the divorce was final, Mom began to date Chet more than anyone else, and I liked him from the beginning. He was a character, always clowning, a big spender, and a damned good-looking man.
"I guess I knew he had one eye on me from the beginning, because he used to sneak a feel and kiss me just about every time he was at the house. And finally, he worked around to asking me to meet him and skip school one day. He had gotten me really aroused, and I was about ripe for some real sex, after all the fumbling and feeling that the guys at school went in for.
"So I met Chet, and we went to his place. I didn't tell him I was a virgin, and I doubt if it would have mattered. All he was worried about was my mother not finding out that he was cheating with her daughter!
"When we got to his place, he fixed himself a double martini, and while he drank it, he was fooling with my titties and running his hand up under my skirt and letting his fingers brush my pussy lips. I could see that he was getting a hard-on, and he was really turning me on to white heat with all his kissing and fingering.
"He broke one long, tongue kiss to say. 'Lori, baby, you're really something. You look and feel good enough to eat! Know what I mean?' I knew all about going down on a girl, because a couple of the guys at school had begged me to let them suck my cunt. They always ended up an argument with the reminder that if I let them suck me off, or if I would suck their cocks, there would be no worries about getting knocked up. But I had never let any of them get into me with their tongue--just their fingers, and I had never sucked a cock, either.
"But I wanted to seem grown-up and sophisticated to Chet, so I brazened it out. I shrugged and smiled at him when he said that and said, half-jokingly, 'Then go ahead and have a feast!'
"He just went wild. He took my blouse and skirt off, then peeled off my panties, and before I could catch my breath from all the tingles he was sending up and down my body, he had me on my back on the big couch and had spread my legs and crawled down between them. He almost dived into my pussy, spreading the lips of it with his fingers, then sticking his tongue in until he found my clit, and putting pressure on it with the movements of his tongue in and out. He dug the fingers of one hand deep inside my pussy, and with the other, he was clawing at my nipple-not hard, but enough to excite me a lot. Inside two minutes, I was bucking and bouncing around, my hands locked behind Chet's head, and when I exploded into orgasm, it was like taking off in a jet. It really made me feel like I was heading straight for heaven. When Chet stopped and sat up and smiled at me, I would have given him anything he wanted. I would have sucked him off, and I expected he would ask me, but he didn't. He stood up and stripped off all his clothes, and his cock was big and stiff and all I could think of was how wonderful it would be to have it inside me all the way-the full length of it.
"Chet grinned down at me, running his hand over my mound. 'Ready, Cherry?' he asked. I just reached up my arms to him and spread my legs wider, and he crawled on top of me, supporting his weight on one hand while he guided his cock into my cunt. I was too excited to feel any pain if there was any, which I don't think there was. I was only aware of his big, beautiful cock filling every tiny part of my cunt, and how thrilling it was to feel it rubbing hard against my clit as it began to slide in and out, while Chet gradually let himself down so his body covered mine and his mouth locked into place with my opened mouth. We were joined completely, it seemed, from head to toe, and when he began to set up a rhythm with his cock, in and out of my cunt, I just naturally fell into it. We bounced and writhed and screwed, digging our tongues into each other's mouth, until the lightning struck! That's about what it felt like when I came that time, and Chet came a second later, shooting a big load of hot, sticky juice up inside my cunt! I wanted to climb the walls, and I just kept on moving my ass up and down, until I got him ready again. Meantime, I had two or three small comes, and by the time we had finished the second fuck, I was almost exhausted with pleasure. I just felt like I wanted to stay there like that, with Chet's cock inside me forever.
"But we didn't want to take any chances, so we got dressed and Chet drove me a block from home and let me out. Before I got out, he kissed me, one hand on my pussy, rubbing it through-my panties, and he asked, 'What do you want, Wonderful? Anything-anything at all!'
"All at once, a vision of a gold purse that I had seen in a store window, flashed into my mind. Almost without thinking, I blurted out, 'The gold purse in The Young Set window!'
"Chet laughed and shook his head. 'Women are all alike,' he said, fishing into his pocket. He came up with a twenty dollar bill and handed it to me. 'You've got it, baby!' he said.
"I got the purse and stashed the rest of the money away, and that was the beginning. I had a lot of dates with Chet-on the sly, of course, and each time he would either bring me a gift of something I said I wanted, or he would give me the money to buy it.
"I felt like a giant! It was a wonderful feeling to know that a man would get you anything you wanted. And besides, it was a heady feeling to know that a grown man-one old enough to be my father-wanted me, and further, that he was willing to give me money or things. I didn't feel like a prostitute, though. I looked upon the things he got me as gifts for what I had given him, not as payment for sex.
"Chet and I really hit it off, and I don't know how it might have ended if he and my mother hadn't had that auto accident. They were both killed in a bad accident, and I found myself alone in the world. My only living relative was my mother's youngest brother, Rudy, who lived in a city about two hundred miles away.
"When it was all over, the court gave custody of me to Rudy and his wife, Marge, and I went to live with them. I liked Rudy-he was a lot like Chet had been-happy-go-lucky, lots of laughs, a good dresser and a handsome man. I didn't know his wife, Marge, because they had only been married a short while and I'd only seen her once or twice when they visited us, but I could see at first glance that she didn't approve of me, my clothes, my makeup or my attitude. If it hadn't have been for Rudy, I'd have run away the first week. Marge wanted to change everything about me, and I got pretty stubborn. I knew that my mother's insurance was provided to pay my way, and I was no 'poor relative' that she could push around, so I just stood up for my rights, and in a way, Rudy did, too. He and Marge were always fighting over one thing or another, and I began to wonder what they ever got married for in the first place.
"When I went to the new school, it was a drag. The kids were square and the boys thin from hunger. Besides, I guess I had gotten used to Chet and his grownup ways of turning me on, so I began to look around for some man that I could get my sex kicks with, and who would treat me like Chet had. I used to get out the things he had given me, and lay them on the bed and look at them. Each different gift reminded me of a different sex session that I had enjoyed, and I often used to masturbate while looking at them.
"I got on fairly well in school, but I had grown so used to having money available when I wanted something, that I felt lost without it. Marge insisted that two bucks a week was plenty for a girl my age, but Rudy used to sneak me a few dollars extra, quite often. Rudy owned a garage, and had six guys working for him. My mother had told me that he had always been crazy about motors and engines and especially cars, ever since he was a little boy, and he had started small and had built a very good business. He wasn't rich, but they lived good and had a real nice home.
"I guess that's where it all started, between me and Rudy-the sharing of the 'secret' that he was giving me extra money. I got into the habit of asking him for a lot of things, especially if Marge wouldn't let me have something. Sometimes, Rudy would just face her and tell her that he was going to let me do something, or get me something, and at other times he would just 'sneak' it. I became very close to Rudy, and I began to look at him as a man, and not as my uncle. He was easy to look at, and I used to masturbate, thinking of Rudy being on top of me, with his tongue deep in my mouth and his prick deep in my cunt. I guess he began to be a challenge to me because I had begun to detest my aunt Marge so much. I grew defiant-and she was quick to point it out to Rudy, right in my presence. She laid the law down that either she was going to be boss in her own home, or else. I knew that it was a declaration of war and that Rudy wouldn't be able to talk her out of her plan to dominate me in every act.
"Rudy calmed her down a little-enough to tell her that he would handle it. He played on her sympathies, telling her that I was still in a semi-daze from my mother's death-and that, after all, my keep was being paid for and I was entitled to at least the same kind of life that other teen-age girls were. But I knew it wouldn't last.
"When she put him on the spot like that, Rudy became sort of cold and distant. Not that I blamed him for trying to get away from Marge's screeching and carping, but it left me high and dry-really alone.
"The lonelier I became, the more determined I was that I was going to have my way with Rudy. It would be a double victory, because I really wanted to find out what he was like in bed. I could tell that he was feeling some of the same thing for me, by his eyes, and the way he subtly changed his contacts with me. I mean that he began to get me alone when she was out to the store, or at some sort of club thing. Marge was a real 'joiner,' all filled with the community spirit of sweetness and light, so she was gone a couple of nights a week.
"Rudy began to kiss me-just 'little girl' kisses at first, but I changed that quickly. When he kissed me, I opened my mouth and sucked his tongue in, and that got to him fast. He couldn't help but put his hand on my breast, then pull my body in close so that my pussy was rubbing against his cock-and I could feel it getting hard right away. We kept it at that for a few days, and I even stopped mouthing off to Marge, so she wouldn't suspect anything, but both Rudy and I knew that soon, we had to have each other.
"Marge wouldn't let me have dates, even at the house, saying I was too young, and wouldn't know what to do if a boy began to 'take liberties,' as she put it. What a laugh that was! But I pretended to change my ways, to lull her suspicions, and pretty soon, she began to lay off me and stopped nagging Rudy to 'do something about that little sexpot.'
"One night when she was at some sort of a meeting, and she thought that Rudy was working late at the place, she gave us our chance. We had arranged it in advance, and Rudy even had it set up at work for one of the men to tell Marge if she called, that Rudy had to scrounge around for a special part for a car.
"We could hardly wait to get at each other. Rudy just swept me into his arms as if we had been lovers for years, and he began to take off my clothes, kissing me on the breasts, the arms and neck, and finally, on the pussy and thighs! I was white hot by the time he got his clothes off, and I couldn't keep my hands off him. I wanted to play with his stiff cock, and do everything he wanted to make him happy. I hoped that he would want me to do things for him that he couldn't get Marge to do, because I was sure that she must be a cold-assed tomato in the hay. I wanted Rudy to think of me as a woman, and not just his sister's daughter-and to treat me that way.
"He didn't waste any time. Once he was naked and I began to play with his cock and balls, he pulled my head in close and I opened my mouth as he guided his big cock into it. I played my tongue around the rim of it, tickling his pee-hole with the tip. Then I began to nibble on the head of it and it gave me a big kick to hear him moan and gasp while I began to suck and nibble on his cock. He couldn't take it for long, because he pushed me back on the couch and gasped, 'We'll have time for all that later. I've got to fuck you. I've got to-now!'
"I wanted it as bad as he did, so I spread my legs and held the lips of my cunt open, while he took his place between my legs and steered the head of his prick into my wide-open pussy! The second I felt it inside me, I almost came, I was that eager. But I held off until he had eased down onto me and was shoving it in deep. He was covering my face and mouth with wet, licking kissed, and his prick was racing faster and faster, in and out, touching every spot inside me that gave me thrills. He was riding my body high, so that he rubbed my clit with every stroke. After a couple of moments, our bodies almost seemed to run themselves, interlocking perfectly so that we gave the thrill to each other at the same moment. Rudy was making groaning noises and calling me 'my baby, my sweet one,' and then we both exploded in a glorious orgasm! We couldn't have slowed the fast rhythm of our come if we had wanted to, which we didn't. We just kept on, kissing, touching, loving, moving our genital organs in rhythm, until we had come a second time.
"Rudy crawled off me and stood there with his cock all shiny and slimy with his come and my juices, but he looked worried. 'Do you know how to take care of yourself, Lori?' he asked. I laughed, he looked so terribly scared. I told him not to worry about it, but I know he did while I went into the bathroom and washed out my cunt. We got dressed then and he kissed me and thanked me, and he went back to the shop.
"It was hard for the next few days to look Marge in the eye without laughing in her face. I almost wished that she would catch us, so I could enjoy seeing her come apart at the seams, knowing that I had taken her husband from her. But we managed to control ourselves, and not give away our secret by even a look. Rudy managed to get me some of the birth-control pills and I began taking them. He was awfully concerned that I might get pregnant, and he told me that it had been so wonderful for him that he wouldn't let anything ever stop our lovemaking.
"I felt happy, but I still couldn't get rid of that feeling that I wanted to show Marge up. I wanted something that would remind me always that Rudy was my lover, not hers.
"Then I saw that lovely gold ankle slave bracelet in the jeweler's window, and I told Rudy I had to have it. I told him I wanted it engraved with his initials and mine, so that I would always have a reminder of our love, day and night. Rudy was afraid that Marge would want to see it, and would spot the initials and know about us, but I told him that nobody but he and I would ever know about it, so he got it for me, engraving and all, about a week later.
"I thought it would satisfy me, but it didn't. I mean that I loved the slave bracelet, but something inside me was creaming to use it to lord it over Marge. She had laid off me a lot, but I could see by her eyes that she was suspicious, and she hardly tried to cover up the fact that she hated me and wanted to get rid of me. She didn't argue with Rudy anymore about it, but a few times, I could hear her voice rising into a shrill screech, and I knew that I had to be part of the argument.
"I used to lie in bed, my fingernails digging into the palms of my hand, wanting to strut into their bedroom, naked, to show her who was boss of Rudy-in bed and out, and I wanted to show her the ankle bracelet to prove it to her. But I didn't. I liked our good times together too well, and so did Rudy, so I cooled it.
"Then she pulled the oldest trick in the book on us. Marge said she had to attend a club meeting of some sort, and both Rudy and I were so eager to take advantage of her absence that we didn't think anything of it. We never suspected that she would sneak back to the house. Rudy told her that he would work late that night, and everybody agreed that we could keep busy and use the free time. I said I wanted to press some of my clothes, and I even set up the ironing board and iron before Marge left.
"Rudy left for the shop right after we had dinner, and in about fifteen minutes, Marge was all dressed and ready to go. She stopped at the door and stared at me. I had changed into a robe, and it hung open a little so she could see part of my breast and some of my pubic hair around my cunt. I let her look, hoping it made her envious of my body. She glowered at me for a second or two, then she left. She didn't even say good-bye, but I could tell that there was something bothering her by the cloud on her face and the sparks in her eyes.
"I didn't care. In a few moments, I could be with Rudy, making wild love. Just to make it look like I had done something, I pressed a couple of my dresses and put them on hangers. It helped pass the time, and it would convince Marge when she came home that I really had been busy. I'd be busy, all right, I giggled to myself as I unplugged the iron-but with her husband, and not some silly old ironing!
"Rudy came home as we'd planned, about twenty minutes after Marge had left. It had been over a week since we'd had any sex, and we were both aching for some fucking and sucking. He came in and kissed me, holding my robe open so he could see all of me. He went into his room and stripped, and in a couple of minutes, he came out. We started for my bedroom, but I had a strange idea. I wondered if it wouldn't be even more fun to do it right in Marge's bed! Fuck her husband right on the same pillows and bed clothing and bed that she thought was reserved for her only!
"I told Rudy how I felt and he just looked at me and laughed. 'You're something else,' he said, as he took my hand and led me back into his and Marge's room. When I crawled onto the bed, it made me feel I had won another round in the battle for Rudy. I could hardly wait for him to put his prick into me, so I could watch us in the full length mirror that was hung on the wall near the bed. I had been hoping for that for a long time, and now, it was going to happen.
"Rudy crawled on the bed beside me and put his hand on my breast. Both of us were facing the mirror, looking at each other in it, smiling and enjoying it immensely. I reached behind me and began to play with Rudy's prick. It didn't take much playing to get it hard and erect, and I spread myself on the bed so that I could still look into the mirror, and spread my legs wide.
"'Fuck me, honey,' I told Rudy. 'Really give it to me tonight. Fuck me rough-make me squeal, daddy.' He pinched one nipple and grinned, 'You're a devil, Lori. I'm going to make you holler "uncle"!'
"We giggled at the joke and then he crawled on me and began to shove his cock into me. Both of us were looking in the direction of the mirror at first, getting a real kick out of it, as if we were two different people, standing aside and watching the horny couple on the bed, going to town.
"We were speeding up, ready to explode, when both of us saw her in the mirror! Marge was standing there, her eyes black with hate! I just wanted to keep on going, and let her suffer some real torment, watching Rudy make me come-and in her own bed! But Rudy panicked. He almost jumped off me and rolled to the edge of the bed and stood up facing his maddened wife. He began to splutter some silly explanation, but Marge didn't wait. She disappeared, and appeared a moment or so later, the iron in her hand! The cord was dangling, and she was raising the steam iron to use as a weapon-on me! She headed for the bed where I lay propped up on one elbow, stark naked. She was so enraged that she ignored Rudy. I almost choked on my heart, realizing that she really meant to brain me, and I screamed, 'Rudy-stop her!'
"Rudy had stood as if he were in a daze, but my scream of terror snapped him back to reality. He leaped on Marge, trying to get the iron away from her. She was a lot gutsier than I'd ever thought she could be, for she battled him toe to toe, kicking and scratching with her free hand, now trying to get in a blow with the iron at Rudy's head!
"She landed a kick near Rudy's balls, and he reacted by lashing out with his fist. He caught her right on the temple, and she started to fall. Rudy grabbed the iron from her. Now his eyes were wild with rage, and as she fell to the floor, half-stunned, Rudy swung the iron up and down, again and again, hitting Marge in the head and face until she wasn't moving or making a sound! She was dead! Rudy had killed her!
"For what seemed to be an hour, we just froze as we were, staring at her body. Rudy still had the bloodstained iron, and I began to retch as I looked down at what had been Marge's face!
"The next thing I knew, Rudy was slapping my face to snap me out of the trance I'd fallen into. He was saying, 'Come on, Lori-we've got to fix this! We've got to clear ourselves!'
"I got hold of myself, and listened as Rudy spelled out his plan to cover up the killing. He told me to go to the movies, and to wait until I had seen the complete double-feature-and to pay close attention so I could tell anyone who asked, all about both pictures. He said he would return to work, after leaving his canvas bank deposit bag near Marge's body. Then he would pretend to get a call from her, saying she thought somebody was prowling around the house and that she was afraid, and wanted him to come home.
"It worked out exactly that way, I learned later. Rudy made sure that no one at work was close enough to hear whether the phone rang or not, then he called to one of his employees, Red Billings, and told him that he might have to close up and go home. Rudy had the receiver in his hand, and he spoke into it, saying, 'Look, honey, you're probably just jumpy. I'll be home as soon as I can-maybe in an hour or so-' He turned to Red and asked, 'You be finished by then, Red?' Red nodded," and Rudy explained that she had called to say she thought a prowler was outside, and she was worried because Lori was at the movies, and she was there alone. Rudy also acted worried for Red's benefit, and he told him that maybe he should try to get home as early as he could, because he had three day's cash receipts at home, waiting to be banked in the morning.
"Rudy hung up after telling the dead phone that he would be home soon, and I stayed at the movies until I had seen the whole thing. I didn't know what to expect, when I got to the house. There were several police cars there, and an ambulance, and a uniformed policeman at the front door took me inside. He took me to a man in a regular business suit-a detective lieutenant, and the lieutenant told me that my aunt Marge had been killed, and that I shouldn't panic, but just relax and answer some questions later. I had a chance to get a quick glance at Rudy, and I could see that he felt confident that his plan was working out.
"After a long time, they took her body away, and they questioned Rudy and me, but not together where we could hear what the other one was saying. I was nervous, but that even made it seem more natural, I thought, and I answered all their questions about what movies I'd seen, and I even had my ticket stub to add proof that I'd been there.
"Finally, they asked Rudy to come down to headquarters and add more to his statement. He acted glad to do it, because he wanted them to hear Red's version of what had happened at the shop-the phone call from Marge, and all. I was a little scared when they said that I shouldn't stay in the house alone, and that they were only taking me into protective custody.
"They treated me nice enough, but one detective kept on questioning me about how my aunt and uncle got along, how I liked her, how I liked him, how each of them treated me-all that sort of thing.
"I didn't pretend that I was crazy about Marge, but I told them that we got along pretty well most of the time. The more they questioned me about my feelings toward my uncle Rudy, the more nervous I got about what he must be going through. I asked them if I could rest, and they said I could after a few more questions. That turned out to be almost all night, but a lawyer that Rudy had called showed up, and he insisted that they either charge and book us both, or let us go home or to a hotel and rest.
"They charged Rudy with suspicion of murder, and they held me on some sort of 'aiding and abetting' charge. They did let me shower and change into other clothes, and they fed me, but they kept on questioning me. They took all my clothes-and my slave bracelet, and the next day, a lot of detectives came into the room where I was and one began to talk. He wasn't polite, now-just stern. He said that bloodspecks that matched Marge's blood, had been found on my slave bracelet. This meant, they pointed out, that I must have been in the room when Marge was killed!
"I began to get scared, and then they questioned me about the initials on the bracelet, over and over again. I got so tired and confused that I finally broke down and admitted that uncle Rudy had given me the bracelet, but I said it had been as a 'welcome' gift, and that Marge had picked it out.
"That was all they needed, I guess, because they told Rudy that I had confessed-which was not true-and he finally broke down and admitted the whole thing. His attorney was there when he did, and when they took Rudy and me to trial, his lawyer pleaded that Rudy was acting in self-defense and in defense of my life. Luckily for Rudy, the jury believed our stories-we both told the straight truth when we took the witness stand-and they convicted him of second degree murder, and me with being an accessory before and after the act of murder.
"Rudy was sentenced to from five to ten years and I was sent to this reform school. They call it a rehabilitation center, but it's a jail, any way you look at it. I also have to take psychiatric treatments, but that's no sweat. I'm normal enough, except for wanting more sex than most young girls, I guess.
"That's about it. I'll be here until I'm eighteen, and then I'll be out and on my own. I don't know if I'll see Rudy again or not, but if I don't, there will always be men like him around, that will give me gifts and take care of me. One thing, though-I'll guarantee you that I won't have anything to do with a guy who is married. It's too risky and too complicated, trying to duck around and keep a secret like that. Besides, I think I can make it on my own-as a woman. I'm young, I've got a nice body, and I'm pretty. Maybe I'll just take a job and meet some nice guy and get married. I just don't know, because I don't think that just one man would be enough for me. At least, I've learned that much from the headshrinkers.
"I'm sorry that Marge is dead and that Rudy is in prison, but I can't let that spoil my chances in life. I've got a lot of years ahead, and I'm lucky that I live in a time when the young people are doing what they want, at last, with few restrictions as long as no laws are broken-and I promise that I won't break any-unless they make laws against screwing."