Chapter 2
He Was Better Than My Kinfolk
"Sure I'd been screwed before. How do you think I'd know it was fun. My uncle, the lousy bumhe's on relief and sits around all day with nothing to do-he screwed me. When I was, oh, about twelve I reckon. Yeah, twelve. Well, you can't get him, see. He's skipped. Maybe Mexico. He always said he was going there 'cause he'd heard you could get plenty of young girls for screwing. He likes young girls.
"Why? How'd I know? Maybe because he ain't got much of a dong, which he ain't. He's scrawny. There, like everywhere. Nature kinda cheated him, I reckon. Or maybe it's too much trouble getting full-grown women. Anyway, he likes young girls.
Like me. When I was twelve, going on thirteen.
"Whadaya wanta know about him for? He's a bum. On the lam. I thought we was gonna talk about me being a baby-sitter and getting screwed. And getting beat up. By my brother and his gang. Well, no, he didn't actually do the beating up, but he sicced 'em on me. Oh, sure I'm sure. I know them guys. Knowed every one of 'em whilst they was gang-fuckin' me ... and then beat me up. Testify against 'em? Maybe you're the one needs your head examined. They'd kill me next time.
"No. I ain't testifying against nobody. I told you that ... I told the cops that. This guy I was babysitting for? Why should I? He gimme a lotta fun and he treated me right. Real good. It's them bums of my brother's gang done the beating and put me in the hospital, and I won't tell on them. And I told you why. I like my skin whole, at least whilst I'm wearing it
"So we talk about Uncle Bart ... short for Bartholomew, I think. Everything about him was on the short side, including his dong, though it looked big enough the first time he threw it into me. Stubby, you know.
"How come he screwed me? And I let him? Look, when you're twelve, and your own uncle says, 'Come here, kid, and sit on my lap,' you do it. He ain't really such a bad guy. Just a lazy bum. My Pop at least goes down to the union hall, even if all he does is guzzle beer and yak-yak with the boys.
"So Uncle Bart has me on his lap, telling me how pretty I am-and I really ain't bad looking when my face ain't bruised from bicycle chainsand I'm taking it in. Letting him pat my hair and run his hand up my back, with me sort of snuggling up. Sure, I like petting as much as anybody but around our house, who's to pet? Mom's always too bushed, running the house and baking and selling stuff to keep us floating. And Pop is always at the union hall or else home, full of beer and complaints about how lousy things are.
"So Uncle Bart is petting me up, when the first thing I know he's feeling my titties. Oh, I had titties, even at twelve. Not much but real cute. Tight and kinda high. And they ain't changed much. I mean, I ain't exactly a hag yet. Not at fourteen. Nothing's drooping ... so who's gonna show 'em to you? I was just telling you and sort of illustrating, see. So keep your back hair fastened down. Anyway, they're kinda bruised-lookin' right now, on account of the beating.
"Oh, yeah. Back to Uncle Bart. Well, he runs his hand over 'em, and talks about how nice they are and how pretty they'd be to look at ... and maybe taste. And I'm getting a little hot in the pants and kinda short on breath, on account it is exciting. Hadn't nobody up to then paid no attention to my titties. Oh, maybe some of the boys at school had eyed 'em, but that's all.
"So I let him run his hand up my T-shirt and put it right smack on a tittie. It makes me real hot and kinda flustered, feeling the nipples getting stiff and standing up. So who's to object if he lifts my T-shirt and looks? Lookin' ain't nothing. Only it's kinda exciting. And when he nibbles at 'em, sticking out his tongue and running it over 'em, I really get hot, way down by my cunt. And whilst he's running one hand over my titties or maybe kissing and tonguing 'em, his other hand is sliding up my skirt, kinda rubbing my leg ... going a little, higher each time till he hits the open switch. My cunt, if you understand it better.
"I hadn't never let a boy get up that far ... not that so many tried ... and it was real breathtaking. I mean, I could hardly get any air in me. Or it didn't seem like. And I am arching and wriggling on account I ain't never felt nothing like that before and I sort of like it and want more. Sure, that's what happens to girls. They get a little excited and they want more. Or else quit worryin' about what's gonna happen.
"Did I know what was gonna happen? That's hard to answer. I mean, I sort of knew only I didn't really know. Know what I mean? I had ideas but it hadn't never happened before, so how was I, to know? Besides, I wasn't just sure how far Uncle Bart wanted to go. And maybe he wasn't either then, right. I mean, we was just sorta letting things happen.
"Like I let him slip my T-shirt over my head, so's he could see my titties without it falling every now and then. And I kinda lay back on his shoulder and stuck 'em up at him. So he could tongue 'em. Like it felt so good. And his hand playing up my leg was even more exciting, especially when he hit my cunt and started fingering it. Just easylike ... teasing, sort of ... running a finger up the edge of it without really going in.
"My legs got sorta limp about then and kinda fell open, so's his hand could play around. And he undid my skirt and slid it off, so there wasn't nothing but panties covering my cunt. And they was kinda thin, so visibility was high. Also, they split awful easy. Right across. At my cunt. And then right up the side. Mom gimme hell for splittin' my panties. 'How you do that, girl?' Only I don't tell her, natch. I say, 'I do it on a bicycle.' And Mom sighs, 'Kids ain't got no respect for clothes nor money nor what things cost.' But she don't know Uncle Bart tore 'em off.
"And I'm sittin' in his lap, jaybird naked. What's this about jaybirds being naked, anyhow? Only that's what you say, meaning you ain't got a stitch on. Which I didn't. And Uncle Bart is kissing my titties and feeling up the sides of my legs and right up into my cunt, like he's got more arms than an octopus. Naw! Course I ain't been screwed by no octopus. Only it ain't no joke what Uncle Bart done. It scared me shitless for a while. I hadn't ever been screwed before nor ever been naked with a man, and I wasn't sure what was gonna happen next. I only knew I wanted it to happen. Or leastwise, couldn't do nothin' to stop it happening.
"Uncle Bart is fingering up my cunt, which opens up like it's got lips. I didn't know it could open like that but I feel it, and feel me getting wet. Uncle Bart rams a finger up me, and his thumb is moving over my clit, gettin' things real heated up, and I am wriggling and trying to get his finger deeper up me, because I got an itch up there that really needs it.
"Then Uncle Bart pulls his finger out and sniffs it and then licks it and says, 'Edy, I think you're ripe for it,' and turns me around so I face him in the chair, with my legs spread and my wet cunt open and facing him. He kisses my titties and tongues my nipples, making 'em stand up and leaving me shivering.
"He gets me to stand up on the chair, even if my legs is sort of rubbery, and my cunt is right up against his mouth and he is tonguing it to beat hell. His tongue slides over my clit and right into my cunt. I don't notice at first, but whilst I am getting his tongue up my cunt-and pushing for more on account it is exciting-Uncle Bart has undone his pants, and spread 'em open, so I can look right down and see his dong standing up and quivering, with the big purplish bulb already wet. It sure scares me. It looks so big. And I know by now he's gonna ram it into me. I mean, what else is a cunt for but ramming with a dong? Oh, peein', 'course. But that's everyday stuff. This is something don't happen to a girl but once ... her first time getting rammed. An' it's scary, even if it is exciting.
"I want to tell him to stop but somehow I can't I'm sorta hypnotized. An' I ain't so sure I woulda, anyhow. I was getting real anxious to have that dong rammed in me, just to find out what it's all about ... and itchy for it, too. An' my cunt is kinda quivering inside for it. An' my nipples standing up right hard.
"Uncle Bart says, kinda hoarse, 'Sit on it, Edy. Sit on it easy. An' we'll both have fun. Lotsa fun.' He guides me on to his-dong with his hands on my hips whilst I squat. An' he's tonguing my titties and nipples till I almost scream. When his dong really touches my cunt I sorta whimper, 'cause now I am both scared and anxious. It feels so good, him just pushing against my cunt.
"I can see it, looking down past my titties, pushing hard against my cunt an' spreading the lips. I will say this, Uncle Bart done it gentle. He pulled me by my hips, a little at a time, so it slid in, easy-like. An' my cunt just swallowed up his bulb with a kinda soft 'plop' I could feel even if I didn't hear it.
"That first push didn't hurt much ... or maybe I didn't notice on account I am so excited. An' he kept pulling me a little at the time whilst his shaft kept going up in me. I could watch it goin' in ... a little, then more. An' I helped. I don't deny that. It felt so good even the hurting was good. An' exciting. Then he grabbed my hips and rammed it up me, all the way, till my cunt is smack up against his bush. I can feel his bulb sliding up my hole, an' see how wide my cunt has got, taking his dong. An' it hurt. Only by then I don't care. I got a real dong up my cunt and I'm spouting juices an' humpin' back and forth like I'm trying to drive through him.
"That makes his bulb and shaft rub up against my hole and make even more excitement. An' Uncle Bart humps some himself, so we bump together till we get in a rhythm. Then it's all fine an' we're goin' strong, pumpin' at each other. An' my hole is gettin' a good rubbing that makes everything hazy an' breathless.
"All the time somethin' is going on in me, like winding a clock too tight. Know what I mean? So something's gotta let go. All of a sudden Uncle Bart yells, kinda soft but excited, 'Hold on, Edy, here she comes.' An' buries his face against my titties, suckin' for dear life.
"I can feel his shaft pumping, an' then, suddenly, his bulb lets go, way up inside me. An' his come floods me. An' I think I came, too. Anyway, things get awful exciting. My heart is doing a rock rhythm an' my juices start busting out and floodin' my passage, it's a hot and wonderful feeling.
"Uncle Bart kinda folds up, slumpin' in the chair, shakin' his head an' sayin', 'I shouldn't'a done it. I shouldn't'a! I done ruint me one sweet kid.'
"I slump, too, restin' against Uncle Bart's chest an' laying my titties right up against him, whilst his dong is going down and oozing outta my cunt. Even that is exciting in a way, so I'm shivering with it. An' maybe wishing it could start all over again.
"It does, but not right then. Uncle Bart lets me play with his shrunken dong, like I am inspecting for flaws. An' that starts things all over again. So we go at it. That time it's more fun, 'cause I got an inklin' of what's gonna happen an' can sorta anticipate.
"After that we do it most every day, one, maybe two times. And sometimes he slips into my room at night and we bang away some more.
"Only my older brother, Chester, catches on ... and he wants in. He tells me, 'Kid, I didn't know you was puttin' out. So I'll be taking some of that.' Also, he threatens to tell Pop about Uncle Bart an' me if I don't screw him. That's when Uncle Bart takes off. For Mexico, maybe. He'd been talking about it, an' how young girls like me was a dime a dozen. Only, of course, I was for free.
"Ches is kinda tough. He belongs to a gang. Yeah, the same bunch as gang-fucked me and beat me up. An' he's rough ... just wants to climb on and ram like hell. He don't make no effort for a build-up, like Uncle Bart does. Like the ads say about travel, 'Gettin' there is half the fun.' Well, it's the same with screwin'. Gettin' into a cunt is half the fun. For a girl, anyhow.
"Oh, it gets excitin' but it just ain't the same. So I miss Uncle Bart. But I don't try to stop Ches or else I wouldn't get no screwin' at all. An' I like it, rough or smooth. But I like smooth better. Older men do it smoother.
"So it goes like that for maybe almost a year, with Ches screwin' me pretty regular, mostly at night, after Mom and Pop have gone to bed. He just sneaks in and whispers, 'Move over, kid, and open up. I'm comin' in.' An' he does. He don't ask nor nothing. Just opens my legs and rams his dong as far up me as he can get and bangs away. An' shoots off in me and climbs outa my bed. An' I'm wantin' more'n that, like I got a little lovin' up from Uncle Bart. And some soothin' down afterward. With a good screw in between.
"'Long about then, when I'm thirteen and needin' things of my own, like some snazzy blouses and a leather belt I got an eye on, I see this ad for a baby-sitter. Right in the neighborhood, too. I mean, like a couple or three blocks away. It's a nice neighborhood, too. Real rich people live there.
"I'm sorta developed by then and maybe a little tall for my age ... not horsy, just tall, kind of willowy but with titties, see. So I apply for the job. It ain't as easy to get baby-sitters as you think. An' even if I am a little young and maybe not so educated, I get the job. What does a baby-sitter need with education? All she's gotta do is see the kids get out if the house burns or quiet 'em down if they wake up scared. I ain't there to give lectures, just baby-sit. Leastwise that's what Jim's wife says in that weary, husky voice of hers. 'Anything, so's we can get out of the house once in a while.'
"It's Jim who ain't so sure. 'I'd like someone with a sense of responsibility. A mature woman, maybe.' And she says, kinda provoked, 'Then you find one. I've tried. And by tonight. I'm not sitting here, minding brats another night, getting my kicks from a TV set.' So I get the job.
"It's a swell job. The kids go to bed early and behave real nice, so I get to watch color TV. And they got real super bathrooms, with great big tubs and enough hot water and big towels and Jim's wife has plenty of scented bath oil. None of which we ain't got at home. Besides, this Jim is a real groovy looking guy, kinda distinguished. With just a touch of gray in his hair. But that's for worryin' about his wife. I don't know it right off, but she's an alcoholic.
"So I'm working there maybe a couple of weekends when I decide what's the harm in takin' a real good hot bath with scented bath oil and everything. I can leave the door open and hear the kids, should they wake up and yell. And I'll be through long before they get back. They don't usually come in till maybe one or two-or later.
"That bath oil has a real sexy smell an' I'm soaking in it and reading a comics when I hear the door open. So I figure I'm in for it. She's got a real mean tongue in her.
"Only, she's so fuckin' polluted ... okay, she's drunker than a skunk ... that Jim has to practically carry her in and dump her in bed. And on the way upstairs he sees me sitting in the tub, so he knows what I'm doing, swiping a bath and his wife's scent. And his eyes kinda rove a little, too. So he knows I've got titties.
"So what am I gonna do? I like this job, see. It's easy. The kids are nice and no trouble. I got color TV which I ain't never seen before outside a store. And I got a big deep tub with enough hot water and scented bath oil. Like I say, it's a good job. And the money's okay. Nothing great, but okay for a kid thirteen.
"I figure Jim is gonna put his drunk wife to bed and come fire me. So I might as well enjoy my bath. And just maybe get Jim interested in me. I smell sort of sexy and with just a towel around me ... so what can it hurt? I'm game to try, anyhow.
"Jim comes down the hall, mostly mad as hell with his wife and ready to take after anybody. And there I am, sure to get fired. That's what he says, first off, 'You're fired.'
"So I say, just kind of low and a little sobby, 'Okay, Sir, if that's what you want.' And let the towel slip just a little so it shows one tittie. And I can see Jim eyes it, but he ain't weakening none. I mean, he don't grab me and rape me or nothing. So I try harder, crying just a smidgin and talking about how poor we are and what the job means. And all the time I'm lettin' the towel slip a little more, so's he can see what I got. And I pretend I don't notice how much of me is showing. Only I know. It's just caught up under one arm and hanging a little cranksided so it just gives maybe a glimpse of my cunt. And my titties are right out there for him to see. And he sees 'em. I can see him lickin' at his lips and trying to frown, like he's real mean.
"So I let go the towel and sort of fling myself at him, weeping like crazy and babbling about needing the job and the money. Jim has to catch me. And then I am in his arms, ready and willing and smelling sexy.
"He carries me into the living room, making shushing noises. 'You'll wake up the kids with your yowling ... quiet, kid. So maybe I was a little tough on you, but I've had a rough evening. Now, quit yowling ... ' And he sits down with me in his lap, patting me. I lean up against him so's hell get the sexy smell and feel my titties pushing against him.
"He does ... he starts soothing me down, rubbing my back and, just maybe by accident, letting his hand slide over my butt. I wriggle a little and press up tighter, flinging an arm around him and telling him he is real good to let me keep my job. And wiggle my butt right down against his lap, kinda pinning his hand.
"With his hand on my butt and my titties up against his chest, he's beginning to breathe kinda heavy. And then one of his hands sorta wanders toward my titties. I wiggle so's he can get at it easy. Maybe I even push it a little, so he's got a hand right smack on the softest tittie he's felt in a long time. A real nice tittie. And he squeezes it with a kind of groan. 'Child, Child! You're killing me. When I haven't had a decent lay in years ... and you ... ' With that he bends down and kisses my tittie. 'very gentle. Tastes it, sort of, like it's a very rare fruit and easy to bruise, but he wants it.
"I ain't never had nobody treat me real gentle before, like I might break or something. Not even Uncle Bart who was pretty good but not as smooth an article as Jim. And I ain't even beginning to compare my brother Ches. So I sorta quieted down on the weepin' and just hiccuped a little, just enough to make my chest jump and shake my titties.
"Jim was comforting me. I guess maybe that's all he meant to do, but I kinda went for him. He's tall and distinguished-looking with that touch of gray in his hair and his face sorta sad. So I flung an arm around his neck and kissed him, real sweet, like a little girl oughta ... then I let it get kinda hot. Which wasn't hard. He's got a hand on one tittie and one hand under my butt, wiggling maybe to get free only it feels like he's doing a little feeling up, too. Which makes me pretty hot down at my cunt and all over.
"That's when he groans and then bends down and really works on my titties with his mouth. Whilst his hand gets free and starts roaming over my legs. I let 'em slide open a little and he's caressing the inside of my thighs, real exciting. And his hand wanders up to my cunt ... and jerks away. So I catch it and put it back, just to let him know I don't mind.
"After that, getting him to screw me is easy. He's doing most of the work from then on. I just spread my legs a little wider, so's he can see and touch my cunt. Sure, there ain't no bush to hide it. I got just a soft down there. And his fingers start playing on my slit. One of 'em slides in and I lay back against his shoulder, humping my little pelvis at his fingers. Like finger-fucking, only I know it's gonna get better.
"About then I just let my hand drop down to where his dong is and rummage a little. It's already getting real hard inside his pants. I fumble around for the zipper and pull it down. So now he knows I'm ready for a good screw. I slip one hand inside his pants and play around with his dong, squeezing it a little. And we're both ready.
"He heaves up and lays me across the couch, with my legs over the side, which makes my stomach and leg muscles real tight and that makes his next few caresses even more exciting. He kneels down by the couch and lays his face right up against my cunt, which is hot enough to scorch him. And his hands play with my titties and his fingers sort of milk my nipples until I'm breathless and wriggling.
"He turns and rams his mouth right up against my cunt and starts tonguing me, playing with my clit, whilst his hands are still working on my titties and nipples. Suddenly he stops playing with my titties but don't miss a beat with his tonguing on my cunt and clit. At the same time he's sliding out of his pants and briefs.
"Then he's kneeling in front of me, his dong stiff and aimed right at my cunt. He pushes my legs a little farther apart and opens up my cunt with his fingers, real gentle, and bends down to kiss it one last time ... a long, real exciting suck and tonguing. Then he straightens and aims his cock at my cunt. I can see it is glistening with his juices. And I know my cunt is wet and expecting. He pushes his cock up against my cunt easy as anything and then with a groan, drives it up my hole so hard and so fast I squeal a little.
"But I like it, even if his dong is bigger than eii ther Uncle Bart's or Ches's. Bigger around. And longer, too. I can feel it way up inside me, not all the way yet, but far enough to be real exciting. So I hump my pelvis at him and that drives his cock a little deeper into me. After that he pushes slowly, easing it way up me, so far I think any minute he's gonna hit my stomach. I feel him go over that little bump up my cunt and on past that where ain't nothing ever been before.
"All the time his hands are wandering over my titties and fingering my nipples or else teasing across my stomach and down along them creases where my legs join my pelvis. And I am just laying there, enjoying it and getting more 'n' more excited, till I 'most don't have breath left. So I just hump at him. That's when he gives the last big ram up my hole until I can see he has buried his whole long cock in my cunt, right up to his bush.
"We lay there like that, me on my back across the couch and him kneeling and driving his cock way up me, and holding it, tight against me. Then we both start moving a little, sort of experimental. And it all gets a lot better! I can feel his cock head moving way up inside me and all along my hole I can feel his hard shaft, just moving enough to make the feeling very good.
"Along about then, with his hands playing on my body like he's playing a piano or maybe a harp-because I can mighty nigh hear music-we start some real humping at each other. I ain't so used to this position but I like it, even if I can't quite hump as much as I'd like. Jim makes up for that, though, pulling his dong out a little and ramming it back up to the hilt, till I'm seeing stars and lights and hearing this here music that ain't there.
"Suddenly we're working like crazy, screwing to beat the band and everything is going wonderful. And then that last big ram of his, that mighty nigh takes me clean across the couch. And we hold it, while juices explode out of his cock. I can feel 'em pulse up his shaft. And I explode right back with a flood of j uices.
"I've really been screwed. By an expert.
"I collapse on the couch and Jim lays his head on my stomach, sighing. And then he begins to talk, sorta to himself, like. About how he's a beast and what's he done to a little girl? I kinda pet him up a bit and tell him it's all right by me, I liked it. And he says, 'God help me, so did I!' And then groans, 'It's been so damn long. Judith has been drinking so heavily ... '
"So I get him up on the couch beside me, both of us naked as jaybirds. And we talk, getting sort of hot and bothered all over again. So we do it all over again, like I was hoping we would.
"So I'm all set then. I got this baby-sitting job for keeps and I know I'll get some real good, gentle-type screwing thrown in. We sorta set it up like that, for future dates. And I'm sitting pretty. And all set for screwing regular."
It is difficult to evaluate the report on Edith K. since the initial interviewer does not appear to have established a proper rapport with the subject, so essential in successful psychiatric therapy. Part of this lack of rapport is due to the flippant attitude of the subject toward the therapist and toward her own predicament.
A large portion of this flippant attitude can be attributed to the subject's fear of reprisal. Another portion can be assigned to the subject's lack of moral standards regarding her sexual activities, including her incestuous relations with her uncle and brother. It is the causations back of this lack of moral standards that require more intensive study.
The subject appears to have sexually matured beyond her norm and to have emerged early from what Freud calls, as it has been pointed out previously, "the period of latency," which he describes as the period between natural animal curiosity of the developing child in its own bodily functions-including interest in its sex organs and those of the opposite sex-and the advent of puberty. Freud ascribes this period of latency to fear of castration, that is some form of sexual deprivation-not necessarily physical castration-by the parent of the same sex; boys fearing fathers, girls fearing mothers. Later psychologists and psychoanalysts agree on the concept of a "period of latency," but ascribe it to biological reasons. The child in its early years-from birth to above seven-has little occasion to notice anything of the world, except its own bodily functions, including its sex organs and their differentiation from those of the opposite sex. After that conclude such eminent psychoanalysts as Adler and Jung the child becomes immersed in orienting itself to the fascinating world around it.
Therefore interest in its own bodily functions diminishes. Freud, Adler, Jung and others agree that interest in sexual matters is re-aroused at puberty, when there are readily discernible changes in the sex characteristics and the early beginnings of sexual stimulation, either external or internal or both.
Adler, Jung and most later psychoanalysts accuse Freud of being absorbed in observations among those who are oriented to Judeo-Christian ethics in which interfamilial sexual relationships are taboo. They point out that the period of latency occurs universally, not solely among peoples of Judeo-Christian origin, with similar arousal of sexual interest (and sometimes activity) at puberty.
George P. Murdock, noted Yale anthropologist, has pointed out that "not more than 5 percent of the peoples of the earth" subscribe to the JudeoChristian ethics and that, among the remaining 95%, most do not regard interfamilial sexual relationships (incest) as either improper or criminal. Among many peoples such relationships are not only condoned but even considered ritualistic, a necessary rite to introduce the young girl into her rightful womanhood. Such rites are usually conducted by the father.
As Margaret Mead has pointed out in Male and Female, these sexual rites between father and daughter, marking the girl's emergence into womanhood, are almost always mystic and often religious in performance, with an audience, generally all male, in which the local religious leader is usually an interested observer-to confirm the girl's new status as a "woman" and therefore eligible for marriage.
Among numerous ethnic groups, the interfamilial relationship is not so formally observed but is completely acceptable, father with daughter, brother with sister. Among these, as several anthropologists have pointed out, after the informal interfamilial sexual relationship is accomplished, the nubile female is considered sexually free to participate in sexual acts with other males until marriage.
The fact that there are people who do not regard this interfamilial sex relationship as anti-social or criminal in no way excuses Edith's uncle Bart or her brother Ches, in their sexual abuse of the girl. Both lived in a community so oriented, and they would be expected to abide by its legal and social dictates. They could be held criminally responsible for their offenses (incest) against the child Edith. Edith, as we see, chose not to prosecute or aid in the prosecution of the two or of her later lover Jim for reasons that seem quite valid to her-on the one hand fear of reprisals, and on the other a form of affectionate loyalty.
Edith's sexual relationships with her uncle and brother were largely the result of calculated compulsion, though she admits being interested when initially aroused by her uncle. He chose his timing well: Edith was just emerging from her period of latency into puberty, which made her susceptible to his advances. Her brother, as we see, used wiles and a form of blackmail to perform what amounted to a series of rapes on the child.
Her affair with Jim was motivated by curiosity, aroused and intensified by her uncle and brother in their rough sexual treatment of her. Jim was an attractive male of what to her were gentle manners, with whom she fully anticipated having agreeable sexual relations. A secondary motive in her seduction of Jim was fear that her actions in taking the luxury bath would cost her what she regarded as a very superior job. She assumed-quite rightlythat if she could seduce Jim, her job would be safe. With a man of stronger character than Jim she might easily have failed in her seduction of him and so lost her job anyway. However, she judged Jim's needs correctly ... the deprivation of sex by reason of his wife's alcoholism.
"'Course I couldn't go to Jim's place every night, even if my folks didn't care if I did my homework or not They ain't much on education, nohow, not havin' any theirselves and bein' so smug about it. Except maybe Mom, only Pop had knocked the gumption outta her a long time back, so she don't say nothing. Anyhow, I tell her I can study better at the job than home on account it's quieter. I don't a'course. Even when Jim ain't there-which ain't too often-I got that color TV to watch and I take them luxury baths like crazy. I bet I'm the cleanest kid on our block, where baths ain't considered so necessary.
"Also, I quit screwin' Ches. Like I told him, if n he tried to stick it in me, I'll yell and Pop will come along and whup him with a razor strop. More 'n likely Pop'll whip me, too. And then screw me, hisself. He'd'a done it before if he'd noticed I was gettin' titties, like he done fucked my sister Ruth who ran away when she was fourteen. Only, he's too swacked from guzzlin' beer and ain't noticed yet.
"So we ain't a nice family ... ain't nobody said we was. When you're poor like us, and your old man don't do nothin' but guzzle beer, what's to do but screw? And it's cheaper screwing relatives. What's that word you used? ... Incest? So what's incest? ... Oh, screwing a relative! Well, it's just as much fun with a relative, unless you got a brother like Ches, who ain't altogether human, I don't think. Skunkmean, he is. An' it makes him sorta sore I won't screw with him no more.
"Why should I? He don't give me a really good time, like Jim. Just hops on, screws and goes back to snore in bed. An' leaves me feeling bruised and not really satisfied. He ain't got no couth. Besides, he's got those chicks that run with his gang ... he can screw them whenever he feels the urge. Anyhow, he leaves me alone, only he don't like it. He frowns at me, sorta like he's puzzled I don't want no screwin' no more, which to his way o' thinkin' ain't natural.
"He don't know I'm getting some really good stuff from Jim. Not often, maybe. But it makes up in quality what I don't get in quantity. On account Jim don't come home completely swacked every night and has to be put to bed. Only once in a while....
"Then his Missus has this heart attack, see? Not real bad but it scares her. It scares me, too, seein' her gaspin' and threshin' around. And it scares Jim. He calls an ambulance and shoots off to the hospital with her. And I stay all night with the kids. I send word to Mom so's she won't worry, and sleep over in one of them big soft beds with cleansmelling sheets. Since t wasn't expectin' to stay over I didn't have no nightie, so I slept in the raw. It's kinda swell sleepin' raw between them sheets smelling nice and clean. Almost as much fun as gettin' screwed.
"Sure I stack things up against how it feels gettin' screwed ... more fun or less. Only I ain't found anything that's more fun. Have-you? ... Okay, so don't answer that question. You don't look like you've had too much fun of any kind....
No, I ain't being insulting. You just look kinda sour on the world ... so it's what you hear in this here place that sours you. Okay, get out. Get out an' have some fun. Get screwed a few times ... No, that ain't flip, ma'am. Just common sense. Women was meant to be screwed. Nature built 'em that way ... Okay, so I'm a horrid child. But it's true just the same. Now, if n you'd'a had Jim ... a good screwin' would relax you more ... a good screwin' would sure fix you up ... so that's enough? Okay! Okay. So where was we? ... Oh, yeah, the Missus had a heart attack. Yeah.
"Jim came in along about three o'clock, sorta bushed. And wakes me up to tell me that his wife was getting along nicely. He's bushed, see. Dogtired ... do dogs get specially tired? ... All right. All right!
"I'm sleepin' raw, see. No nightie, though there really ain't much interference to a nightie, if it comes to that. Jim looks kinda bewildered, too, like he needs comfortin'. So I sit up and comfort him. Naked? 'Course I'm naked ... I put my arms around him and pull his head down on my titties whilst he's sitting on the side of the bed. And hold him close, patting him. And the first thing you know he's patting me. And rubbing my back and running his hands over me, easy and gentle and kind of half sleepy.
"I undo his tie and slip his shirt off for him and he wiggles outta his undershirt. Jim's got a nice chest. Big and broad, with a good tan like I wish I could get. And a kinda rough mat of hair down his front. Which I'm glad I don't have. I like me kinda smooth and silky. And so does Jim. I start to undo his pants but he grumbles sorta sleepy he can undress hisself. And he does, just steppin' out of his pants and underpants and kicking off his shoes. He don't bother with his socks, just leaves 'em be. And tumbles into bed alongside me. Bushed. Sprawled out. His dong is limp then.
"Havin" Jim layin' there beside me in that big, bouncy bed and them clean-smellin' sheets sorta gimme ideas. 'Course, I had ideas all along, that bed being just naturally sexy, but him being there, all six feet of him naked alongside me sorta got the ideas to humping theirselves. I leaned over him so's my titties would push up against his side and chest and kissed him real easy, letting it get hotter. And Jim was answering. Not hot and heavy, but answering and touchin' me.
"I let one hand kinda wander down his front, teasing through the hair and down to his bush. And right on to his dong, holding it easy and maybe pulling a little on it till it begins to swell and get big and hard, standing up and quiverin'. I play with it a little more, till I can see the glisten of juices. And Jim is waking up a little, feeling my titties and running one hand across my rump. But he ain't got much steam behind it, even if his prick is big and stiff and ready.
"He sighs a little an' says, 'Edy, the spirit's willing but the flesh just ain't got the oomph for it. If n I was to lay on top of you now, I'd poop out and squash you.' He yawns then, stretches.
"That gimme an idea. I wasn't gonna miss no good screw just on account he might collapse on me. Besides, I'm all heated up from his feelin' and my playin' with his dong. So I climb over him, straddling him like I'm riding a bike. An' slide down him, till I feel his dong quiverin' right against my butt. Right in the crack and almost to my slit
"I raise up a little and sit right on top of his dong, with his cock head pushing up against my cunt that's already open and wet from waitin' for this. He humps a little and the head pops right smack into my cunt, feeling mighty good. Then I ease down slow, ramming it up my hole, feelin' it go in and seein' it go in. Seein' is pretty near as exciting as feelin'. There's somethin' extra about it that gets the excitement goin' faster and harder.
"I let down real slow, watchin' ... sorta prolongin' things ... seein' his dong go in and in. Sometimes I pull back just a mite for the fun of feelin' his shaft move inside me. It's a special kind of thrill, slidin' down a man's dong. Just pushin' it way, way up. And then pullin' back a hair or so, for the fun of watchin' an' shovin' it in some more. It builds the excitement till you almost want to scream, it's so good.
"Until I'm sittin' with it all the way up me. I don't know if that rams a man's dong farther up, but it sure feels like it. Feels like it's gone places ain't nothin' been before. Like there's some more virgin up there that ain't been touched.
"Jim's likin' it too. He moans and threshes a little, pushing his dong like he's gonna go all the way up into me and out my mouth maybe. And we sorta work together, humpin' and bumpin', with me risin' just a little now and then to get the fresh feel of his prick slithering up my cunt.
"Jim reaches down with one finger and teases my clit, which makes things get awful tight inside. An' we really start humpin'. That bed is nice and bouncy, just right for a good, hard screw. And that's what I'm getting. The best ... a real deep screw. With his cock sliding up and down inside me and stirrin' things up till I almost can't breathe. Then I feel his shaft swell and pulse and I know he's gonna come ... and quick. So I raise way up, till most of his shaft is outa my cunt, gleamin' with both our juices ... and sit down hard on him. It drives his cock way, way up me just as it explodes, hot and hard inside me. And I explode, too. It seems like everything comes loose in me at once, in one big splash of juices and excitement. We hold it like that for maybe a minute, him humped up to ram his dong as far as he can and me sittin' hard on him to get as much in as I can.
"Then Jim kinda folds up, dropping back and I fold on him, laying my head on his chest but peeping down my front to watch his dong come slitherin' out, gettin' the best of that last touch, on account I know Jim can't go another round. Fact is, he's mighty nigh asleep before his dong gets all the way out of my cunt. So I roll over and cuddle up by him, just enjoying all over again that last screw. Until I fall asleep too, with his arm around me and one hand just slipping off my tittie.
"That's the last I remember till broad daylight, when I hear the kids stirring. So I'm up and showering when the kids get up. I fix them a breakfast and then get a breakfast for Jim and me.
"The kids don't ask no questions about their Mom. I figger there's been plenty o' times when she don't get up to get their breakfast, so having me do it ain't so strange. They ain't old enough to figger there's any reason I shouldn't be there. I'm their baby-sitter, ain't I?
"So I take Jim his coffee-and I make pretty good coffee. You should ought'a learn to make some good coffee if you want to get a man ... Okay, ma'am. So you don't want a man. So that's all right by me. Kinda funny, though. Most women do.
"Jim's kind of apologetic. Not for screwin' me, but for not gettin' up to fix breakfast. He's feelin' a mite perkier this mornin' an' maybe has ideas about screwin' me again. Well, so have I, only the kids is around and the day maid will be comin' soon, so we postpone it. Till like night, when I'm to baby-sit again, on account his Missus will be in the hospital.
"When I get there that night, Jim has the kids ready for bed and we got all evening for fun and games. So we take it easy, real easy. I mean, like just smoochin' a little, with Jim feelin' me up, under my dress, just like he don't already know what's there and has gotta explore a little. And runnin' his hand inside my dress front, which I kinda leave loosely buttoned, to feel my titties. And my nipples get hard real quick, what with his fingers playin' around 'em and squeezin' a little.
"He's got one hand up my dress, just teasing along my thighs and right up to my cunt but not quite touchin', which makes it more exciting than if he just grabbed. And I play around with my hands on his neck and kiss him on that big vein just under his ear, which makes him excited. And I kinda let a hand drift down to his pants zipper and slide it open, so's I can reach in and feel. His dong is already stiffening up and gettin' big. And hot ... real hot, like my cunt.
"He works his hand around my panties-I put on the loosest pair, just to be ready-and starts fingerin' my hot box, lightly. Nothin' rough, just a teaser, so's we'll know things'll get better soon ... an' they do. They do in no time at all.
"I'm laying with my head in his lap and I got one hand on his dong, inside his pants. I pull it out an' there it is, practically in my face, stiff and already gleamin' with his juices. I ain't never tasted a man's dong, like Uncle Bart used to taste my cunt and like Jim does. So I turn an' slide my mouth over it, just tastin'. Jim groans like it hurts so I back off, though it tastes good, hot and salty. He says, 'Go ahead, Edy, go ahead.' And lays back, poking his dong straight up at me. An' I go down on it again, runnin' my tongue over his prick and suckin' a little, while Jim moans ... and then he sort of leans way over and lays down, so's his head is right next to my cunt. He slides my panties down and dress up and starts tonguing my cunt.
"With his cock in my mouth, tastin' wonderful, and his tongue in my cunt, I'm really getting excited. Things is churning inside me like crazy and building up to something big. Only, the position ain't so comfortable on that couch. So Jim picks me up, head down, my mouth still on his dong, and carries me to the bedroom ... his bedroom. He and the wife ain't been sharing for a couple of years, he says. He lays me across the bed, my head just hanging off one edge. His pecker slips outta my mouth but I'm still holdin' it and squeezing. He gets outta his pants and undershorts and peels off his shirt. He comes back at me, his dong real big and hot, an' I take it like a baby takes a bottle ... sucking! And he bends way over and spreads my legs so's he can go down on my cunt, sucking and tonguing me. I can feel my cunt open up and feel the juices, an' he's lapping 'em up, whilst I am sucking on his dong. I can't get it all in my mouth, but I try, 'cause I can feel I'm just about to come, even without no dong rammed up me.
"Suddenly Jim humps hisself and that dong slides way down my throat, mighty nigh chokin' me. Only it feels so good slitherin' in an' out I don't care. I grab his butt and try to pull him closer. He rams some more, pulling back just enough so's I can breathe. An' all the time his tongue is rammin' an' reamin' in my cunt and he's suckin' so hard I can feel it most up to my eyeballs.
"I know I'm gonna come any second, so I pull his butt in hard, an' he rams his dong deep down my throat. I can feel the throb along his shaft an' his bulb spurts juices way down my throat. Just when I'm comin', with bells on. It's like the wildest ride down a shoot-the-chutes, only more so, when you wonder will your stomach ever catch up with you. Only this has got taste, too, and all other kinds of excitement. His come is floodin' my throat and tastin' hot an' salty. And he's lickin' at my juices down at my cunt and teasing my clit with his tongue. So there's a shoot-the-chutes ride with pinwheels goin' on inside me.
"Jim sighs an' lets up on suckin' me ... just a few easy lappin's at my juices. His dong goes down and slips out of my mouth, but I grab it an' lick at his bulb for more of that hot, salty taste. But mostly that's over.
"Jim lays on the bed with his head right at my cunt an' his hands still playin' with my inner lips. Every now and then he's tastin' it and sighin'. And I hang on to his pecker and lick at it, but not so hearty, now. Things inside is dying down to a quiver.
"We kinda unkink ourselves an' lay on the bed regular fashion, just bein' close, with one of his arms around me an' his hand on my tittie. It's real nice, layin' like that ... No, ma'am, I ain't lying ... Oh, like lyin's the right word for layin'? Layin' means----Well what the hell did you think we was doin'? Playin' tiddley winks? Not that I ever did. Play tiddley winks, that is.
"Finally Jim says to me, 'Edy, where'd you ever learn takin' a guy like that?' So I tell him I don't learn it, I just sorta invented it, on the spur of the moment. Like it seemed natural. Which it did.
"So he says, 'Edy, you got any more inventions like that?' Kinda laughin'. So I remind him I sort of invented how to screw just by sittin' on his dong. To which he says, 'Amazing! Got any other ideas?' Like he's ready to try 'em out if I do. I kinda think around but don't come up with much, except how I seen dogs do it, which looks interestin'. Anyhow, the dogs seem to enjoy it. Or there wouldn't be so many dogs.
"Anyhow, I ain't got the inspiration right then, bein' as I'm kinda on the calm side after such a swell suck-fuck. But willin', you understand, if opportunity presents. So Jim starts feeling my titties like he means business-one hand slidin' over my stomach and down to my little hot box, which suddenly starts gettin' hot again. And I see his dong is quivering, gettin' set for a big rise.
"So I look around for something sorta unusual, and spot a big thing, kinda like a desk, that's maybe just right for his dong when he's standing up. So I tell him, 'Let's try it there, huh? Me lay in' on it and you standing up?'
"He likes the idea, so we do it. Jim carries me to this desk thing and lays me out so my legs hang over and he kisses my cunt, on account of my legs is gettin' weak, like they do when I'm gonna get screwed, and they just naturally open up. I see him standing above me, his big dong aimed right at my cunt, his bulb beginning to get glisteny with juice. He leans over and starts kissing my titties an' playin' with 'em, so I'm gettin' real anxious. And all quivery inside, knowin' what's coming.
"Whilst he's kissin' my titties, he pumps his bulb right into my cunt and rams his shaft half way up me. I wrap my legs around his butt and kinda pull him up on me, humpin' my butt and wigglin' my pelvis so's to make the feel of it better and make him go in deeper. Then he's in so deep I feel his balls knockin' against my butt. An' we're at it again, screwin' up a storm.
"So maybe I didn't invent it. Jim says it's in a book ... Tell me, who writes books about screwin'? I mean, why waste time writin' a book? If they know so much, whyn't they just do it? Besides, who needs to read a book? Screwin' just comes natural ... was done long before folks could write books. Or wouldn't none of us be here. Adam didn't need to read no book to ... Okay, ma'am. Only maybe if n you was to read that book. ... Okay! Stick to the subject. Yessum. Where was we? Oh, yeah! I was gettin' screwed on this table or desk or whatever. I think Jim called it a ... Okay! It don't matter none what it was, I was gettin' a good screw on it when you interrupted. I mean, I was telling about ... Okay!
"Anyways, after that we screwed all kinds'a ways, sittin' in a rockin' chair-now that's a dilly-or dog-fashion-I don't think so much o' thatand even dancing. Now that's fun, only sorta difficult, keeping things together. Oh, not that night Gee, there ain't enough time in one night for all the kinds'a screwin' we done. Every which way. I could write a book! Maybe I should ... That's just kiddin', ma'am. I can't spell worth a damn. So don't get in a tizzy.
"All this happened over maybe three or four weeks ... maybe longer. Whilst his wife was in the hospital, gettin' over her heart attack. An' after that he kinda sold her on the idea o' takin' The Cure. For boozin'. So it looks like we're set for plenty of good times. Without no interruptions.
"Only that's when Ches sics his gang on me. Oh, sure, I know it's his gang. Knowed it then, 'cause I knew most o' the boys. Which is why I wasn't scared when they first come up to me, talkin' an' actin' big. I know they ain't nothin' but punks. Mighty mean punks, though. An' some are downright nasty ... like Mort. He swaggers around an' sneers at girls an' makes remarks on account he has almost got a mustache. Sticks his thumbs in his belt and acts big, like a movie tough. But Ches beat him up once, an' he was whimperin' ... so he ain't so tough. Tougher'n me, though. An' a heap bigger.
"So when he grabs me an' says, 'Get in the car an' no yellin!' I tell him Ches will beat him up an' he laughs. 'Who you think set this up?' So I knew Ches done it on account I ain't been screwin' him lately. An' I figger they won't do nothin' to me except maybe a little gang-fuckin' which I figger I can take. So I don't holler nor fight nor nothin'. I just go along with 'em.
"They take me to this old garage that's been shut up, only they know a way in. They got the windows blacked out and lights rigged up inside, like a sort of headquarters. And it's fixed up with cots and benches for havin' screwin' parties with their chicks.
"Mort shoves me in, rough. A big, tough guy when he's got a chick to rough up. He don't even tell me to strip. He just grabs my dress in front and rips it down, leavin' me naked in front of the boys. So right then I know I'm in for real trouble. Mort wouldn't never dare rip my dress off, less'n he was really worked up an' knowed Ches wouldn't come after him.
"Most of the boys is gawkin' like they never seen a naked chick before. An' they're almost droolin'. Mort stands in front of me, his dong a big bulge in his tight jeans. He takes it out and wiggles it at me. 'I hear tell you don't like common ole screwin' no more. It's gotta be society stuff.' So I know Ches found out about Jim, somehow. Or maybe just guessed. He's got that kinda mind. Nasty, you know. Even ifn it wasn't so, he'd'a guessed screwin'.
"An' I can tell you, I was scared then. I tried to run but somebody tripped me. An' then three of 'em pick me up, not gentle, mind you. An' feeling me up, real rough. One guy, I think it was Beaky, sticks his finger in my cunt and scrounges around, hurting like hell, an' then tastes his finger. That's society jizzum, sure enough.' And laughs.
"Then they tie me across one o' them benches. Not a cot, mind you, just a bench. With my legs spread an' my arms way up, so's my titties stand straight up.
"Mort wriggles out of them tight jeans and comes at me, his dong straight out and quiverin'. And just rams it in me. Wham! Right to the hilt. I scream but it don't do no good. He just keeps rammin' till he comes. I can feel him explode and leave his hot stuff way up me.
"After that each o' them boys takes his turn at rammim' an' reamin' me. Maybe some of 'em two or three times, I don't know. I" ain't really conscious then. Just one mass of aches from that hard bench cuttin' into me and them ramming their dongs up me, one right after the other. And squeezing an' pinchin' my titties.
"That kinda screwin' ain't no good. Not a bit o' fun for anybody, not even them. It's just pure cussedness comin' out. Finally they cut me loose, standin' around, jokin' about how I ain't really such hot society stuff after all. And how my cunt ain't no better'n a lot they had. Tryin' to make me feel mean an' small. But they was the ones that's mean an' small, an' knowed it, or they wouldn't have to talk like that. An' all the time I'm just tryin' to sit up an' get some blood back in my legs and hands. They feel like they been cut off. An' my cunt and insides is hurtin' like nothin' I ever felt before. Just one fiery ache.
"Mort come over, grinnin' and says, 'No hard feelin's, huh? You ain't a bad little chick. I'll take you on an' you can be my chick.' An' I spit on him.
"He smacked me across the chops then, nearly knockin' my head off ... and they all started beating on me. Some with tire chains. They cut so hard and deep you almost don't feel 'em right away. That's when I started to scream. I knowed then Mort 'ud kill me, he was so mad.
"That's when the cops busted in. Only, the boys scuttled out a secret way they had an' got away. The cops taken me to the hospital. And now I'm talkin' to you, ma'am.
"Testify against 'em? Shake your head ma'am and let me hear the rocks rattle. I done forgot completely what they looked like or where I was took.
"No I ain't talkin' to no cops about Jim, neither-which ain't his real name. Oh, I reckon they could find out, easy enough. Only, I ain't testifyin' against him neither. On account he was good to me. Kinda funny, ain't it? I won't testify against one set o' guys on account they was mean to me, and I ain't testifyin' against another guy 'cause he was good to me. And I can't testify against Uncle Bart. He's in Mexico. And the court can't make me. Oh, maybe you can put me in a home for a while. Maybe that would be smart, on account of Ches, only I think by now he's scared shitless. An' seein' as how I'm the victim, I ain't gotta testify-like I develop an awful good forgettery. An' you can't use this here statement in court on account it's privileged or something. Maybe even sacred. I dunno. But I ain't testifyin' against nobody. An' I'm sayin' it loud an' clear. Got that, ma'am. So can I go back an' get some of these bandages off? Oh, I can walk, ma'am. I'm just black an' blue. I ain't crippled."
Lester A. Kirkendall, in his well-documented Premarital Intercourse and Interpersonal Relationships, comments on the factor of aggressiveness in sexual relationships as "definitely a masculine characteristic," but this is not necessarily so. As we see, Edith was the "aggressor" in her affair with Jim by deliberately placing herself and her nubile body in the position for Jim to "seduce" her.
Her basic drive for this initial sexual relationship with Jim, and her subsequent affair with him, was what Freud calls "the hedonistic gratification of the sexual drive." Edith had learned to like sex for its physical gratification. As we have seen, even the prospect of "gang rape" did not appall her.