Chapter 5
Baby-sitting For Fun and Profit
" 'Get your damn feet off the table,' my dad yelled in his usual bad tempter. Guy! You can't do anything around that house that doesn't irritate him. 'And get your ass over to the D-s,' he screamed again. I had my weekly baby-sitting job to get to at seven o'clock. It was a quarter to seven now and I was putting it off till the last minute.
"I'd been sitting around, daydreaming about all my girl friends who were having parties or going out on dates tonight. Here I was, and never had a boyfriend or a date. I'd be fourteen pretty soon. Guy! What kind of life is that? No guys to sit and neck with or anything. I used to wake up for school, dreaming about being held by some cute fella, him kissing me and holding me tight. I've sure been hard up for a long time. I mean, what good does it do to be able to wear lipstick and all and not have some cute guy to use it on?
"Silently, I got off the couch and packed some things in my overnight case. It was one of those cheap plastic things one of my girl friends gave me for my last birthday.
"My dad was watching me as I put in a couple of books, some makeup and solitaire games. I could see him boiling out of the corner of my eye. 'Stop fartin' around and just get your butt over there,' he yelled again. Guy! My old man never left me alone for a minute. He's always finding something to get on my back about. That's all he does is bitch at everybody, all day. Since he's been out of work he's gotten worse. If it ain't me it's my ma. Bitchin' all the time.
"As I straightened up, my little titties pointed outward through a faded and worn old sweater given to me as a hand-me-down from my older sister, Jan. She was sixteen now, and doing all kinds of things with boys I could only dream about. My dad looked at those little tits of mine, threw down his newspaper and yelled again. 'What the hell you got in there? Kleenex? You stuffin' your bra or somethin'? '
" 'No,' I said weakly. 'I guess this old sweater just makes things look bigger, that's all. Everybody wears sweaters, Daddy. I can't help what it does.'
"He gave one final disapproving look as I turned and left the house. Boy, I was sure glad to get out of there. My bra was stuffed with Kleenex. I always put Kleenex in my bra when
I went baby-sitting over to the D-s' because
Mr. D-looked at my boobies a lot. So I figured if they were bigger he'd look at them more. It always made me feel grown-up to have older men look at my body. At least I would have that pleasure if nothing else.
"As I walked down the block to their house, I kept thinking how nice it would be if tonight
Mr. D-would be home alone, and he would neck with me and play with my little titties.
"My body got all warm thinking about this, and my pussy began to get wet. I pressed my thighs closer together, squeezing my little pussy tighter, causing it to be stimulated. My ass must have been wiggling back and forth like a machine. I kept pressing harder and harder as I walked, trying to get as much rubbing as possible. By the time I reached their door I was so hot I could have run right into the bathroom and masturbated.
"Mr. D-let me in and motioned me to a chair. There was a strange man in the house, showing them all kinds of books and things. Turns out he was an encyclopedia salesman, and they were buying a set of books from him. He was kind of good-looking; short blonde hair, about twenty-five or so, real cool. He glanced at me briefly as he gathered his junk together. All three left together, Mr. and Mrs. D-thanking him for stopping over as they walked out.
"The house was quiet. Their baby was sound asleep and would stay asleep, usually, until they came home, which was around one or two in the morning. I always slept over because of the hour they arrived. That was one of the things I liked. Peace and quiet for a full evening, and then to sleep at somebody else's house ... I get a strange kick out of sleeping at other people's houses.
"I was still kind of sexually excited. I was debating whether to watch some TV or play with myself. Most of the time I would masturbate before the night was out. It was a secure feeling knowing that I'd have complete privacy for several hours. I could do anything I wanted. Sometimes I undressed completely and walked around the house, looking at myself in all the mirrors, rubbing my titties and my tummy, and massaging my slightly-haired pussy. If I felt extra sexy, I'd come two or three times during the night. I hardly had any privacy at home, so when I got over there for baby-sitting I was really all set for a lot of sexing.
"I lay back on the couch, placed the handle of my hairbrush between my thighs and squeezed. My jeans seemed to be too thick to feel the handle against my pussy, so I unbuttoned the fly and placed the handle against my cotton panties. Just then there was a soft knock on the door. God, did that scare me! My face got hot as hell, and I froze for several moments, expecting the D-s to come walking in on me.
The knock came again and I jumped up, buttoned my jeans with shaking hands and went to see who it was.
"My body was shaking all over from fear and surprise, let alone residue of sexual excitement still flowing through me. I peeked through a crack in the window shade to see who was on the porch. There was an amber light which cast funny shadows when somebody stood out there in the dark, but I could tell who this was. The book salesman.
"My heart was racing and I panted uncontrollably. My first thought was that he came back to see the D-s, but then I remembered that they left together, so he knew they were out for the evening. Then he must have come back because he knew I was alone. The thought made me more excited ... and more apprehensive. I was so confused I didn't know whether to answer the door or not. If he got discouraged he would go away and I could return to playing with myself, which was all I wanted to do at the moment. But then again, I thought, maybe he showed up to play with me himself.
"I opened the door a little and said, 'Yes?' He smiled real friendly like and said, 'I've seen my last customer for the night and thought maybe I'd stop by. Figured you might want some company for a while.' I was scared, but I wanted to let him in. Being an older man, and all, it wasn't like some kid from school stopped by. I got kind of scared thinking he might overpower me or hurt me or something. I didn't know what to do, really. My cunt was aching for more pressings, and him standing there made me all the more hot, even though I was confused.
"He shifted his large briefcase to the other hand, smiling more. 'I'm not the local murderer,' he said, laughing. 'I'm not going to hurt you, but I could use a rest for a while and a glass of water.'
" 'Okay,' I mumbled, and opened the door for him. He slipped by as I glanced around to see if any neighbors were watching. He wasn't as tall as I had first thought. In fact, he was quite short, only about three inches taller than I.
"He stood in the middle of the small shabby living room as I went to the kitchen to run the water. When I returned with a small glass filled to the brim, he was still standing in the same spot. His fingers brushed mine as he took the glass, and a warm thunderbolt of sex shot down to my cunt. Setting the empty glass on a battered end table, he plopped on the couch and stretched his legs out.
" 'You do this often?' he inquired.
" 'Every Saturday,' I said, barely able to speak.
" 'Don't you ever have any boyfriends over?' he asked.
"I was getting warmer and warmer while he talked. I sat one cushion away frgm him. 'No,' I said, looking at the briefcase. 'I don't have any boyfriends.'
"My thighs were moving in and out uncontrollably. Partly from nervousness and partly from wanting to keep up my level of sexual excitement. There was a long pause, then he moved next to me.
" 'When we were kids, we'd have all kinds of friends over while baby-sitting. We sure had some good times. We'd play spin-the-bottle, post office and all kinds of kissing games,' he said, smiling at me. Sitting down, we were the same height. I turned my flushed face towards his.
" 'I've never played those games,' I said, somewhat self-consciously. 'I guess I've never even necked. My dad's pretty strict.'
"The warmth of his body next to mine was sending wave after wave of exciting feelings through my whole body. I never felt so strange and excited before. His arm moved very slowly up and around my shoulder. I didn't move. I couldn't move. I was breathing so heavy, and my heart was pounding so hard I thought it might scare him. But he just sat quietly, rubbing his hand on my arm. I stared straight ahead, not knowing what to expect, unable to do or say anything. My cunt was flowing like mad. My whole body felt as though it were glowing red.
"I guess he figured I passed the test, so he leaned his head against mine, knowing that I liked his touch. I got even hotter. This was the first time a boy had ever put his arm around me affectionately. Then I began thinking about all the stories my friends had told me, about how they necked and petted. Shit, I thought, it's about time I had something hot to tell them!
"I thought of all the tricks my girl friends had told me they had used to get guys to handle them and make out. This encouraged me to say what came from my quivering mouth next. 'Do you know how babies are born?' I said, quite innocently. My heart jumped. I was taking the big step. I couldn't turn back now. This was the opportunity of a lifetime and my heart raced faster knowing what could happen.
"He turned his head toward me. I could feel his hot breath on my cheek. God, I was burning up. I've never been so sexually excited in my life. Almost whispering, he said, 'Better than that, I can show you.' I was thrilled with his answer! I was really going to make out for the first time.
"I took a deep breath and enticed him further. 'What does a husband do to his wife when he starts the thing?' I asked, my heart beating so loud that even I could hear it.
" 'Well,' he whispered, 'first he does this,' and his hand slipped from my arm to the top of my sweater, pressing on my little breast. He pressed gently and squeezed several times. A thrill unknown to me rushed throughout my tender body. I was beginning to know what sex was really like and he was going to go all the way if I had to strip right then and there. There was really no turning back now. I had to have his hands on my naked body.
" 'But don't they do this when she's nude?' I whispered, panting through my words. He answered yes, and I reached for the bottom of my sweater. Pulling it off, I turned my back to him slightly as I reached back to unhook my bra. I folded it so he wouldn't see the padding, and placed it on the floor out of sight. My small titties stood out proud, the nipples hard and deep red.
" 'Now do it,' I said. His hand reached up and grabbed one of my tits. The warmth of his hand was excruciatingly beautiful. My nipples swelled under his touch as he slowly squeezed and massaged those little but full titties of mine. Each time his fingers brushed the nipple my clitoris throbbed and ached. I began to move against his hand, yearning for more contact. I squirmed and twisted beneath his gentle touch.
"Then I remembered what my girl friends had told me about a man's penis getting long and hard. I looked down at his pants, and his was poking up, bobbing and moving inside. I summoned more courage and slowly moved my hand across his thigh. His hot breath was directed in my ear now, and it kept me swirling with sexual excitement between my legs. My small hand crept closer and closer to that mysterious member until my fingertips touched the very tip. It moved in my hand. Excitedly I grabbed it firmly and squeezed, just as my girl friends described themselves doing with other boys. It felt strangely good, and right. A wonderful thrill of discovery and womanliness crept over me as I held his adult prick in my hand. This meant that he was mine, all mine!
"He moaned quietly and said, 'That feels good. Your hand feels good on me, beautiful.' I kept squeezing his prick, feeling the coarse material of his pants separating me from the flesh. I wanted to know what it really felt like. From here on in I would constantly think of each step, just as the other girls had described over and over. I knew what to do and I would perform each thing in order.
"I reached for his zipper and slowly pulled it down all the way. His stiff prick made a tent inside of his shorts. My hand found its way into the opening of his shorts and pulled that stiff hot flesh out into the open. It was magnificent! I had never seen such a beautiful thing in all my life. His prick was not huge, like my friends had described. This one was nice and manageable, just big enough for my hand to grab and move where I wanted it to.
"His hands squeezed my tits harder as I shoved the loose skin of his prick up and down. It was fascinating and wild. No wonder everybody talked so much about sex. This was really fantastic.
"That stiff piece of flesh in my hand made my clitoris harder and made it ache more. I could feel my panties getting sopped. My cunt was opening wider and wider, aching with desire, wanting to be caressed and loved. I couldn't stand it any longer and began unbuttoning my jeans. I hooked my thumbs in my panties and pulled them and the jeans off. I was totally naked, my tender white body nestled next to him on the couch.
" 'Oh, you sweet sexy thing, you,' he whispered. 'You little sexy piece of flesh.'
"I grabbed a firm hold of his prick again and began to jack him off faster. His hands were all over me, rubbing my flat tummy, my thighs, my hips. Every place he touched me was more sensitive than the last, my body was on fire with lust.
"I tried to coax him to put his fingers in my wet cunt. The words barely came out. 'Doesn't ... the husband ... put his hand,' I was panting so hard I could hardly speak, 'between the girl's legs?'
"His smooth fingers rubbed their way into the crevice. My legs flew apart automatically to expose as much of my cunt to his hand as possible. He cupped my little lightly-haired pussy in his hot hand and squeezed. I thought I would come, the feeling was so intense.
" 'Inside, inside,' I whispered through moanings and gasps. I felt the lips of my pussy being parted and a finger sliding up and down, brushing my stiff hard sex button. I thought I'd go through the ceiling! 'Oh, God, that's good,' I whispered. 'Don't stop. Don't stop ... keep doing it ... oh, God, that's so good ... don't stop ... don't stop.'
"My head was spinning with passion. My hand, which held his beautiful piece of flesh, was moving faster. My body thrashed and slid back and forth along the cushion as we wildly played with each other's body. Suddenly there was hot electricity shooting down to my cunt that-started from high in my body. He was sucking on one of my nipples and the feeling was so intense that I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out. Flash after flash of hot lightning traveled the length of my entire body and exploded in and around my hard sex button. My hips raised upward, swiveling and jerking against his gentle fingers. A blinding flash of light crossed my closed eyelids. It came again and again. My small body whipped in all directions as this never before experienced orgasm seared the inside of my soft body, sending bolts of electricity into every part. My arms, legs and hips flailed in all directions, as the fantastic explosion sent me spinning and whirling into the heavens.
"I was crying hysterically, tears streaming down my cheeks. He cuddled me into his arms, his strong tender arms, and pressed my sensitive little body against him. I sobbed uncontrollably on his shoulder, buckets of tears pouring onto his jacket.
"Then everything was still. He was petting my head, sweetly caressing my silky hair, kissing and whispering that everything was all right. I gave a few more whimpers and stopped. He cupped my head delicately in his hands, pulled my face directly in line with his and kissed me all over my cheeks and lips.
" 'Everything's okay,' he said, smiling. 'Everything's just fine, baby. Just fine.'
" 'But why am I crying?' I said, half scared that something terrible had happened to me while I came. Ignorance was crushing the bliss.
" 'It's all part of being a girl,' he said. 'You're just not used to it yet. But you're more of a woman than you think.'
"That made me feel better. Guy! Me becoming a woman already! I sure felt different than
I did the day before. Sex sure does something to you, doesn't it?"
Aside from recognizing certain obsessive-compulsive reactions and a decidedly dangerous lack of caution, it is quite difficult to determine whether there is any actual psychopathological aspect to the development of Judy's sexuality.
Changing values in a culture are mediated by ever new generations of adolescents devising differing values from their parents as they mature. This momentum for necessary change has its psychological frictions in disturbed and disturbing adolescents, but not all that is disturbing is disturbed.
This point deserves underscoring. The line between normal and abnormal is very vague. Most adolescents have assorted situation, developmental, and adjustment reactions. Indeed, as Anna Freud said, Adolescence is by its nature an interruption of peaceful growth, and the upholding of a steady equilibrium during the adolescent process is in itself abnormal. 1
1) Freud, Anna. Ego and Mechanisms of Defense. New York: International Universities Press, 1944.
One may expect the adolescent to behave in an inconsistent and unpredictable manner, and one may be concerned about the child who shows no alteration in behavior through adolescence. In the same paper she pointed out that it is not yet possible to predict from a knowledge of earlier life development what adolescent development will bring. There are simply too many new variables. The arena of life in which adolescence is played is much larger than the family. It introduces political, social and sexual problems of such immensity that they become differences of kind.
In regards to the obsessive-compulsive tendencies we have noted in Judy's behavior, the anxiety aroused by the unconscious conflict she is going through is counteracted by the occurrence of thoughts (obsessions), acts or impulses to act (compulsions), or mixtures of both which are all isolated from the original, unacceptable impulse, which we have no doubt is oedipally oriented. In this sort of situation the adolescent often recognizes that her ideas or behavior are unreasonable, but is, nevertheless, compelled to repeat her rituals. Often the external behavior represents the opposite of the unconscious wish, as with excessive orderliness and washing compulsions overlying impulses to soil and mess. Counting and touching ceremonials or recurrent thoughts appear frequently, resulting in marked anxiety if these are interfered with by the parents or other persons. This form of behavior includes many cases formerly classified as psychiatric psychasthenia, in which phobias, compulsions, and obsessions were accompanied by doubts, timidity, and depressions. It is often considered that a general lowering of the "psychological force" is the basic cause of this difficulty, and it is felt that the condition has some relation to induced epilepsy, of which it is perhaps a milder form.
Early in his studies, Freud began to notice connections between hysteria and obsessional neurosis. In the earlier work, he referred to them both as defense neuroses, and later they became the transference neuroses. He regarded the transposition of affects that brought about the clinical pictures in obsessional neuroses as equivalent to the conversion of affects that operated in hysteria. He very soon related them both as originating from infantile sex experiences, and in the seduction hypothesis he outlined a schematic relationship in which the premature exposure to sexuality, if passive or unpleasura-ble, led to the development of hysteria, whereas if active or pleasurable, led to an obsessional neurosis characterized by self-reproach for the sexual aggressiveness involved, even though this self-reproach was often unconscious, in the form of guilt feelings.
With his discovery of the Oedipus complex Freud attributed the development of hysteria to a direct repression of the oedipal wishes, and the development of obsessional neurosis to a regression to the anal-sadistic levels of infantile sexuality. Eventually he delineated the psychopathology of the obsessional neurosis in terms of anal erotism and sadism, which he linked together, bisexuality, defense mechanisms of isolation, undoing, and reaction formation, unusual intellectual drives, and premature ego development.
According to psychoanalytic theory, obsessions are the consequence of release of repressed instinctual impulses and wishes from the unconscious. The released elements are transferred to the sphere of the consciousness in conjunction with some idea or set of ideas that have no presumptive relationship to the unconscious impulse, so that the adolescent is unable to understand why she should be obsessed in this way. The reaction is interpreted as a defense against aggressive and sexual impulses, especially those relating to the Oedipus complex.
"The next weekend I happily went to the D-s' with a clever plan in mind for luring a lover over to the house. I figured if it worked once, I'd have my own sex pad every Saturday.
"I got on the phone and started dialing numbers, any numbers. I just dialed. If a woman answered I hung up and dialed again. When a guy answered I would start talking sexy-like to see if he was available. I hit a lot of married men who were home with their families, I guess, 'cause they brushed me off like some crank.
"Then, on about the ninth call, this man answered. Guy! Did he have a groovy voice. I started talking to him, asking him what he was doing and all, and he stayed on the phone talking to me for several minutes. To make sure I wasn't wasting my time, I asked him if he was married and he said no. So I told him what a sexy voice he had, and I was wondering if he looked as sexy as his voice. He fell for it, and asked me where I was.
"About twenty minutes later there was a knock on the door. I peeked out from the blind to see this man in his thirties, wearing a sport shirt and work pants standing on the porch. I opened the door, my pulse racing like mad.
" 'Judy?' he said.
" 'Yes,' I answered. 'Come on in.'
"The guy looked at me very curiously. 'You're just a kid,' he snorted out of the side of his mouth.
"I turned my back, swiveling my hips as I walked to the couch, and sat. 'You didn't seem to think so on the phone,' I answered. He looked at my slim legs which were showing from under a mini skirt. His eyes drifted upwards to the thin cotton blouse. As he did his examining from a distance, I began unbuttoning the blouse. He closed the door and just stared.
" 'My God, how old are you?' he asked.
"Playing the part, I said, 'Old enough.'
"My blouse was completely unbuttoned now. 'You don't have to worry,' I said, as the blouse fell open wider. 'No one will be home for at least four hours. I'm baby-sitting.'
"His face seemed to relax a little as he kept looking at my open blouse, then at my legs. Finally I put on my sexy voice again and said, 'Aren't you interested in knowing what's in here?' indicating my bare chest. That got him. He walked over slowly and sat down next to me.
"Since last week I had been talking with some of my more hip girl friends, pumping them for information about seducing fellows. They naturally volunteered information like crazy, bragging how they developed various techniques in various situations, like in the movie house, in the car, at home. I was really equipped now.
"I looked at him, smiling like I knew him for ages, and said, 'You're really handsome. I mean it. You're really good looking.'
"He smiled kind of shyly and said, 'You're very pretty. Very pretty.' His eyes kept glancing down between the open parts of my blouse, searching every inch of the bared flesh. I didn't have enough there to form a cleavage, yet, but he could see there was sufficient tit to protrude and look at. I had removed my bra and panties before he arrived, so all I had on was that flimsy blouse and short skirt.
"I licked my lips to make them shine, then turned to him. 'Do you like girls?' I asked, innocently.
"One side of his mouth curled up in a half smile. 'Most,' he said, as though he wasn't sure whether or not he was going to stay.
"I placed my hand on his thigh and began rubbing it slowly. He just stared into my eyes, as though waiting for something to tell him to do what I wanted him to do. But I was well armed that night. I had a dozen ploys I would use to break him down. My tongue moved across my lips, wetting them more. 'I'll bet you kiss nice,' I purred. 'You've got sexy lips. I know I'm not as old as most of the girls you're used to, but it won't hurt to see what it feels like to kiss me.'
"He leaned over slowly and placed his lips against mine, softly, hesitantly. I sucked his mouth hard and slipped my tongue inside and moved it around. He began to breathe heavily, sucking harder on my lips. I raised one arm and placed it around his shoulders, pulling him to me. My body was beginning to respond to his masculine body. Warm feelings of sexual excitement began sweeping through my entire being. We were enjoying each other's kiss; the big obstacle had been overcome. From here on in it was smooth sailing.
"I felt his hand reach in and cup my breast. It felt so good to be taken by a man, to have him touch me and make me feel like he owned me. His hand moved around, massaging my tit, squeezing and pressing. Then he gently moved the tips of his fingers to my nipple. My hips jerked like a reflex as electricity shot down to my clitoris. He began playing with the nipple and I moaned, kissing him harder. As his fingers gently pressed and twisted that stiff nipple, my hips began moving and sliding on the cushion. I had no control over them, they just moved and squirmed around with hot pleasure. I was so hot I didn't care what he did to me next. I just didn't want his hands to leave my soft body.
"He wrapped his arms around my bare waist and squeezed me to his chest. God, did I feel loved. My whole body was on fire, yearning for him to pet me all over, to feel his fingers explore parts of my body that hadn't been touched by a man yet. His hands moved up my back, rubbing me all over, turning me on something fierce. I threw both arms around his neck and squeezed him tighter, moving my head back and forth, rubbing lips and sucking hard.
"His strong hands moved down, surely, slowly, finding the zipper to my skirt which he pulled down. I raised myself slightly to enable him to slip it off onto the floor. I was in my naked glory, thrilled at my conquest. His hands caressed my small hips, moving over to my thighs and into my crotch. He was breathing hard, sucking on my small tongue, setting me ablaze with each touch of his hand. My cunt juices were pouring like mad. I could feel my cunt opening and closing in spasms of sexual joy. There was nothing I wouldn't do for him, to keep these fires burning in my cunt. Now I was his, the more experienced one, to learn from, to experience anything new he might have to teach me.
"His fingers rubbed the insides of my wet cunt lips, each movement firing hotter and hotter passion deep in my pussy, an aching desire to have something put in there to relieve the terrible longing. Now he was making love to me with all the passion and aggression I had heard about but never experienced. I was limp, moaning into his sexy mouth with each movement of his hand within my sex hole. Every cell of my pussy lips responded with more intense passion as his fingers rubbed and gently squeezed those fleshy lips with loving tenderness.
"I hung on to his strong neck for dear life, lost in a drunken passion I didn't know my young body was capable of experiencing. As one hand continued to slide up and down my little cunt, his other hand gently pulled me away so that our passionate kiss was broken. I looked at him helplessly through tear-filled eyes, caused by the intense joy of his exciting fingers.
"His lips parted slightly and he whispered something that I could barely hear from the numbness of passion surging through me. 'Has anyone ever gone down on you?' he said. I answered no. 'Have you ever gone down on anyone?' I shook my head weakly, not able to speak as his fingers never stopped sending passion into my cunt.
" 'Then I'm going to show you,' he whispered, and kissed my slender neck. A bolt of lightning shot down to my clitoris as his lips left my skin. I lay back against the couch while he quickly stripped. My eyes were closed, unable to stay open for a moment as passion kept surging through me with each gasp of breath.
"In a moment his lovely hand was back in my pussy, rubbing and lightly pinching. He was driving me crazy with all of this teasing. I wanted something more, much more to take away the urgent feeling that was making my insides crying for relief.
"He slipped an arm around my waist and kissed me hard, swirling his tongue around the insides of my lips. Oh God! I was melting by inches. I didn't know so much of me could be so sexually sensitive. My hips moved in circles, helplessly caught in his hypnotizing caress. We parted lips as he removed by blouse.
"Again he spoke, but I could only understand meanings. It was as though the words weren't words but sounds that sent shivers of passion over my little excited body. 'You go down on me first, then I'll go down on you,' he said. 'If you don't like doing it, tell me, and you can make me come another way.' He took me by the shoulders and guided me in a kneeling position in front of him. My hands reached forward and seized his huge penis hungrily. I had a mad desire to make love to that throbbing swollen piece of flesh that pointed so strongly and manly upwards, bobbing and pulsating with sex.
"His hands reached forward and took both of my nipples firmly. My clitoris grew harder and throbbed with aching passion. Jesus, I didn't know if I could take any more teasing without him making me come. Both of my stiff nipples were being pinched and squeezed at the same time, sending bolts of sexual sensations into my throbbing pussy.
" 'Put your mouth to me,' he said, coaxing me on. I didn't need any coaxing. I dove for his hard flesh with a vengeance, sucking the purple head of his prick into my mouth. He moaned as my lips sucked his sweetness in, licking and tasting that beautiful stalk of manliness. His hard flesh felt so sexy inside my wet hot mouth as I twisted and turned my head, trying to devour all of his silky smooth prick. I loved the texture and firmness of that beautiful hunk of meat as it caressed the" insides of my mouth. With each pinch on my swollen nipples I craved to suck harder, to taste this thing of joy that gave me such pleasure. I was reeling with ecstasy, sucking with the hunger of a baby at its mother's breast, never losing contact for a moment, never wanting this warm spongy thing to leave my lips.
"His hot prick began to swell larger in my warm mouth, signaling that he was about to come. I knew what to expect and it heightened my passion. He moaned loudly as his sweet hard flesh jerked violently in my hands, gushing his hot come into my loving mouth. I swallowed his love juice as fast as it spurt, sucking and reeling almost hysterically. His hands never left my titties. I was absolutely his, and he was mine.
"As his prick began to get soft, nestling itself into his matted hair, I continued to suck and lick as he moaned over and over. I could have stayed there forever, sucking on that delicious hunk of manhood. But he moved my head away, forcing me to let go of his body, and said, 'Now I'll do you, you sweet sex pot. Oh, you little bitch you. Am I going to make you come.'
"We switched places, me on the couch and he on the floor. His hands slid under my ass and pulled my creamy pussy to his mouth. As his tongue licked the full length of my slit I thought I was going to faint. The thrilling sensations that poured through my body were unbearable. The intensity was such that I thought I would never feel normal again. Even the soles of my feet were burning.
" 'Oh, God, I can't stand anymore,' I whimpered, as his soft caressing tongue licked up and down, rubbing my clitoris, causing excruciating pleasure to flow in ripples all through me. 'Oh, Jesus, what are you doing to me?' I cried. 'It's too much ... oh, God ... I can't stand it ... don't stop, please ... oh, God I can't take anymore!'
"Then another new sensation tore through my passionate body. He was inching a finger slowly into my cunt hole. My hips raised upwards, then jerked to the side, around and around they thrashed, trying to make his finger touch all of me inside. I was totally dizzy with all the things he was doing to my cunt. I heard nor saw nothing; I just felt ... my body was one mass of sexual fire, burning with lust from the inside out, crying for him to stop, then not to stop. I was insane with pleasure!
"Then, suddenly, my whole being felt lifted into the heavens as the swirling hot passion exploded into a climax. I clapped my hand over my mouth to muffle the scream that never seemed to end. I could feel my body whipping in all directions as the most fantastic climax I had ever experienced shook me like a rag doll. I screamed and screamed as he continued to poke his finger in and out of my small cunt and suck on my joy button.
"Then there was nothing. The madness ended. No hand or tongue touched me. No more spinning or swirling in my gut. There was peace. Sweet silence and peace. Calm waters and soft sand.
"My limp body was slumped down, legs spread awkwardly. I raised my heavy lids in an effort to touch reality once more. A smiling face met mine and kissed me on the forehead. Then darkness and heavy air covered me.
"I don't know how long I had slept, but when I awoke and realized that I was naked, I jumped up and quickly put on my clothes. I was alone and frightened that the D-s may have already come home, seen me like this and just gone to bed. I quickly ran into the kitchen to look at the clock. Oh, thank God! It was only eleven. They wouldn't be back for an hour or two.
"I lay back on the couch, thinking of what had happened this evening, all the new thrills I had experienced and the cleverness with which I had seduced a man into making love to me. I was so proud of myself! Guy! I'll bet the other girls don't have a story like mine.
"For the rest of the week I could think of nothing but what happened that last Saturday. This was the most glorious thing that ever happened to me in my entire life. While in school I couldn't concentrate. My thoughts continued to go back to the couch, to my sucking his prick, to him sucking and fingering me. I was in a constant state of sexual excitement that kept me from thinking about anything but naked bodies, pricks, titties, and cunts. The whole world was suddenly made up of people playing with each other, sucking on cocks and clitorises, squeezing and pinching tits, kissing and sucking on tongues. Every man I looked at was a potential lover: every girl I saw was a secret seducer. So this is what the world was really all about, I thought. Who needs school or parents or anything? Shit, all a person needs is to have somebody, a body to play with and to play with you.
"I couldn't wait for the weekend to arrive. When I awoke Saturday morning I was in agony waiting for the sun to go down so that I could go baby-sitting and get another man to make love with. I paced the floor, watching television one minute, rearranging my room the next. I was like a cat on a hot tin roof.
"It was finally six forty-five-time to leave for my love nest. I packed a few extra pieces of make-up so that I could doll up and really look as mature as possible. I was whistling and humming happily. My dad kept giving me funny looks, trying to keep from saying something like, 'What the hell's with you?' But I ignored him and just went on about my business.
"After arriving at the D-s, I proceeded to make myself up. I had to admit, I am a pretty girl, and with mascara, lipstick, and eyeliner I can really be beautiful. After about a half hour of dolling up I went to the phone to make my calls. I hit some real bummers for about ten minutes, then I got this older sounding man. I'd say he sounded about as old as my dad. He seemed interested in talking to me. I didn't know if he was putting me on at first, but as we continued to talk it was obvious he was dead serious. Then I turned the conversation to sex, to see if he was still interested.
" 'Do you like girls?' I purred into the phone.
"He laughed and said, 'I sure do, honey. Are you a girl or a woman?'
"That threw me! After a short pause I came back with, 'Both. I'm a girl who's a woman. Does that sound interesting?'
"He laughed again, like he was playing games with me. Then he said, 'Well, I like anything that's female. That is, females who know they're females. I hope that's why you called.'
"'That's why I called,' I said confidently, 'and I'd like the opportunity of proving to you that I am female. Why don't you come on over and see for yourself?'
"He must've lived right close by, because it couldn't have been more than ten minutes after I gave him the address that there was a knock on the door. I peeked out through the shade to see a man who I'd say was fortyish, graying at the temples, and had a little pot on him. I patted my hair to smooth down any loose fly-away locks and opened the door.
"He stepped in, eyeing me all over while I smiled glowingly at him. Taking his hand in mine I led him to the couch. 'You don't have to worry about anything,' I assured him, 'I'm babysitting, and we have many hours to be alone.' He must have been dumbfounded by my manner, because he sat there with his mouth open, not saying a word.
" 'Just relax,' I said, 'I'll be right back.' As I left the living room I turned the floor lamp off, which was next to the couch, and headed into the kitchen. This left the living room semi-dark, with only the kitchen light spilling dimly across the floor. A moment later I reappeared in the doorway, naked, allowing my silhouette to get his attention.
"There was a noticeably sharp movement of his head as he realized that the form in the dimly lit archway was nude. I walked slowly toward him, swinging my hips rhythmically. As my sleek naked body stood in front of him, I could see beads of perspiration forming on his forehead. Taking one of his hands and placing it on my little ass, I said, 'Am I female enough for you?'
"He petted and squeezed my cheek, which made me warm all over. He kept petting my ass, making me hotter and hotter. Then he suddenly let go and began tearing his clothes off. I never saw a person get undressed so fast in my life. When he was completely naked, he gasped, 'You may be too small to fuck, baby, but you and me are gonna have a good time anyway.'
"I grabbed his half swollen prick and started jacking him off. Those familiar stirrings of passion came back to my little body as the soft flesh in my hand became harder. I could feel the juices flowing and my clitoris, that magic sex button of mine, throbbing and swelling. I dropped to my knees and kissed the head of his hot prick. My pussy started its aching again, that hungry feeling for relief.
"He took my face in his hands. 'Wait a minute, honey,' he said, 'We're gonna suck each other. I want to taste your sweet pussy while I'm in your mouth. We'll do it together.' That meant sixty-nining, something I had always been curious about. The thought of us sucking on each other at the same time got me more excited. We were both breathing heavily, touching our bodies, getting each other more and more passionate.
"He lay down on the couch, flat on his back and motioned me over. I straddled his head and lowered my mouth to that beautiful protruding rod, stiff and waiting for my love. The light was just dim enough to show outlines and skin textures. It was really romantic. Suddenly there was a bolt of hot liquid plunging into my tummy as he sucked my clitoris into his mouth. I plunged my lips down on that tender flesh, enveloping his throbbing prick with my wet mouth. As he sucked and nibbled my sensitive sex flesh, his hands massaged the small cheeks of my ass. It felt so good. My little ass was so sensitive to his fingers.
"We both moaned and sucked harder, each moving and squirming from all the beautiful feelings. He ran his finger up and down my pussy lips and into the crack of my fleshy ass. I groaned loudly as his wet finger brushed my ass-hole. God! I didn't know my ass-hole could be so sensitive! This was something else, new and exciting and wildly different. I felt like a goddess, given the power to be so sensual in so many parts of my body.
"As my tongue swirled and licked his prick, he continued to suck my clitoris and rub that wet finger around my ass-hole. Shivers of passion shook my body at this new stimulation. My ass wiggled and jerked in his firm caressing hands. My ass felt so hot and sexy, like I wanted to be fucked in it. My whole ass and cunt swayed with delirious sex. This different kind of stimulation was building me to a climax faster and faster. I moaned, and twisted my little body around in circles, desperate for more and more touching and sucking. I wanted him to swallow me, his sucking and poking was so good.
"Just as I thought my climax was coming in slow mounting waves, he slipped his finger all the way into my ass and I came in an instant, exploding in what seemed every part of my body. I tried to scream, but his silky-skinned prick muffled my cries. At that moment his big penis spurted its love come full into my mouth.
"Sex is so fantastic, I don't think I could ever stop making out with any guy who wanted to. Each time I make love with a different man there is always something new, something exciting that I didn't experience with any of the others. I don't see how any girl can keep away from it just because somebody says they should. Christ! That's like not ever having ice cream again or a piece of candy."
It isn't difficult to recognize the germinal stage of nymphomania in Judy's case. It is not yet actual, particularly if one considers frigidity as an essential requisite of the said emotional affliction; yet, unless the girl begins to control her promiscuous urges, there is the possibility that her libido will undergo a saturation effect whereby she will seek more and more sexual episodes to satisfy her less and less satiable needs. Extensive therapy is indicated.