Chapter 3
Three Is Better Than None
"I didn't kill the Old Man. Can't nobody say I did. Not you nor nobody. Didn't nobody kill him. He just up and died. And why not? He was six weeks older than God, and his time come. That's all. And even if I did kill him by screwing with him, he died happy. They tell me he was smiling real peaceful.
"I give him plenty of fun those last few months. More than lotsa people did his whole life long. He tole me so. I don't mean his sons. They was real good to him on account of they loved him. They hired me, didn't they? Just to look after him and see he got his water or whatever when he wanted it. And help him to bed when he got tired. But mostly to be there if the house caught fire or any emergency like that. No, I wasn't expected to feed him but sometimes I did. Snacks, mostly. Once in a while, if the boys wanted to go out early, I'd give him dinner. I didn't have to actually feed him. There wasn't nothing wrong with his hands and arms. Just his legs.
"No, they didn't hire me to screw him. There wasn't nothing like that even suggested. Him and me, we thought of that ourselves. And worked it out, ourselves. A man that ain't got the use of his legs, he can't do much without help. Sure, I helped him. I'd'a had to, wouldn't I? If there was gonna be any screwing.
"And I ain't a tramp, spite of what the cops say. I mean I don't screw for money, like some I know that get away with it, mostly on account they're smarter, Do I get a break? No sirree! They pick me up like I'm a common little two-bit whore. They'd'a booked me, too, if my folks hadn't come down real quick and made a deal with the court for this psychiatric treatment. And at that, they put me on probation. I ain't supposed to screw until I'm eighteen. Three years! They're nuts. Can't nobody go three whole years without screwing. Not anybody that likes it, like I do.
"So you're gonna fix it up so I won't feel the urge, huh? That's a laugh! Honest, how you gonna get rid of something that's built in? Scare me? How? The cops have already scared me plenty, but that hasn't stopped me wanting. Okay! So you won't try to scare me. Just reason with me? There ain't a reason on earth as strong as the one right here in my panties. My little ole cunt. And when that gets itchy-well, I just gotta. That's all.
"Okay, so maybe you know secrets I don't. I 'spect you do. You're educated, with degrees and everything. But I know one secret that ain't so se cret. Been around since Eve et that apple. And that's when you gotta, you gotta. Like going to the bathroom. You just try holding your water for three years.
"So I'm lucky to have parents that go to bat for me? I'll clue you in on something, buster. They ain't doing this for me. They're doing it for theirselves, so's they won't have a daughter in jail for whoring. Like it's a disgrace or something, which I guess it is. But in our crowd, getting caught is the disgrace. I know plenty of 'em-right in our neighborhood-getting their nooky regular. And don't nobody say nothing about it. I even know who my pop is laying, and she ain't no eighteen-no, scrub that. I don't know nothing about it-Come to think of it, I ain't so sure I even heard of it, now that you mention it-My Pop? Laying a school kid? Don't be silly! What's all this with 'prosecution'? What for? Because some kid maybe-just maybe, mind you-has itchy pants and my pop maybe-just maybe-takes care of it once in a while? So scrub it. And we start fresh. Okay? Okay.
"I was just about fourteen when I got this job baby-sitting the Old Man, rich as creases-What's so rich about creases?-Oh, he was a man. Named Croesus. Okay-Anyway, the Old Man has got more money than Carter has pills. And he's paralyzed. His legs. The rest of him is all right, figuring his age-How old? I dunno, maybe sixty, seventy. Real old. Even his belly had wrinkles. And his back. I know, 'cause I seen 'em. After all, who screws with his clothes on? Except maybe the first time, like it's an emergency and you don't take time to undress. Just up with the skirt and down with the panties and you're at it.
"Oh, I'd been around. Nothing serious in the way of screwing but I'd had the boys playing around, panting for it Feeling up, smooching a little, things like that. You gotta expect that when you're built the way I am. I had nice little titties by the time I was thirteen and my legs were real good looking. What am I talking about? They still are.
"I think it was them that first got the Old Man. My legs. Like I wear hot pants the first couple of times I go there. They show a lot of leg and they fit kind of snug around my behind. Like they're painted on. And they twitch when I twitch.
"The first few times the Old Man asked me to fetch him some water, I figure he's a mighty thirsty old coot. Only he don't really drink much of each glass. Just a sip. And gets me to get some more. Finally I catch on. He's watching those hot pants and how they twitch. And enjoying it. Oh, he enjoys it all right There ain't nothing wrong with his eyes. Or the rest of him, except his legs. I'll bet he was a regular devil with the girls when he was younger and had his legs and could go chasing on his own.
"He done all right even without legs. Like he had 'em, of course, only they didn't work. I don't know how I'd'a felt if his legs hadn't been there. Like cut off. I think I'd'a felt different. Shivery, maybe. And maybe nothing would've happened. But he looked all right. Whole, I mean. Not a freak type with just stumps.
"Anyway, it was them hot pants done it. Or a lot of it. The rest-or maybe most of it-was what was in 'em. My little behind and my nooky-Nooky! My hot box, cunt, pussy, slit-The name don't matter. It's what happens there. And plenty happens.
"Like I say, I don't have to feed him. Just bring him a snack now and then. And I have to bend over a little to hook the tray on the arms of his wheel chair. Which sort of does things to hot pants. And he'd reach out and pat 'em. Just sort of friendly. And chuckle. So who minds a pat on the behind? Just kind of reminds a girl she is a girl and glad of it.
"Of course it don't stop at patting. If it had, nothing would've happened. Like what's a pat? A girl can't get worked up over a pat on the behind. But he gets to rubbing it and looking kind of dreamy, like he remembers when he was active and doing more than rubbing. He likes it, so-I let him. Oh, sure, I like it, too, or I wouldn't've let him. It kinda makes things interesting. Helps to pass the time, too.
"Then it ain't just rubbing and patting. It's patting and feeling. Sliding his hands down my legs and back up. All this from behind, you understand. While I'm sort of stooped to set his tray. So I just turn a little bit, accidental-like, and let his hand wander up the front. Inside my thighs. It feels real good, exciting. And the Old Man likes it, too. He runs his hand up and down my thighs, about reaching my nooky but not quite. Once or twice he runs his hand over the outside of them hot pants, which are pretty snug and show just about how a girl's built down there. As if he didn't already know.
"And I get just a little steamed up myself. He don't actually put his hand on my nooky on account my hot pants are sort of tight and restricting. So the next time I don't wear hot pants. I break out my miniskirt and a pair of sheers-real gauzy stuff. The girl that sells 'em to me says they're like cobwebs. Except, of course, they aren't sticky. Just clingy. But loose enough for a little maneuvering.
"And the Old Man does some maneuvering that night. When I turn around from setting his tray, his hand is right there, sliding up and down my legs and creeping up on my nooky, near about getting me crazy. Lots more so than the boys that's been feeling me up. It's an awful good feeling, getting excited that way, from having a grown man's hand playing up your panties and right over your nooky. And then right on it, his fingers playing right along the slit, until I can hardly just stand there and let him play with it. Then one finger slips inside and I'm having fits, all inside my skin from the feelings that run up from my nooky all through me.
"I push it at him a little and his finger goes in deeper, feeling awfully good, only it makes it hard to breathe. 'Specially when he wiggles that finger a little. I near about take off like a rocket Only, instead, I sort of squat down on it, so it'll go deeper. And feel better, more exciting. With more quivering in my stomach. Ain't it funny? Now, if my stomach was to get the same amount of quivers from eating something that don't agree with me, it don't feel so good. But from a finger up my nooky-that's swell.
"Suddenly he kind of shoves me away, getting red in the face and says, 'Get along with you, gel.' He calls me 'gel' all the time-not 'girl', 'gel.' And he lays back in his chair, breathing hard. 'Get along, gel. You make me remember too many things. Things that can't ever be again.' Only he's started something in me, remembering how good a piece of nooky can be. Can you remember something that hasn't happened yet? Well, it was something like that. Like I already knew how swell getting screwed would be. I guess that's what makes us all do it the first time, knowing in advance how good it will be. Even when we been told it's bad. Something inside says 'Do it!' and you do it.
"It's like that with me. I'm all hot and ready, with my nooky feeling wide open and wet-and waiting. And I want more'n just a little fingering in my snatch. Only you can't just come out and say so. 'Specially to a guy that ain't really equipped, not having the use of his legs. But there's other ways than saying it.
"So I pretend I don't mind being shoved off and go sit on a low ottoman, right smack in front of the Old Man. It raises my knees so the miniskirt might as well not be there-just them breezy see-through panties. And the Old Man is seeing right through 'em. I can tell. And it's getting me hotter right down there at my snatch, just having him look. I clasp my hands over one knee and pull it up a little and rock around some on the ottoman so my panties slip aside. And he can see the whole thing. Not even hair to block his view. I don't have hair there. Not then-not even yet-just kind of goldy fuzz.
"So the view is clear. And I wriggle a little on my behind, making things interesting down there. How do I know it's interesting? Well, it interested me, just feeling my parts rubbing together. And it interested the Old Man. I can see it in his eyes. Like they was out on stalks.
"Finally he sighs and beckons to me. 'You're a wanton, me gel. A true heathen wanton. So come here.'
"I come over and stand beside his wheelchair and he reaches for my legs, running his hand up the inside of my thighs for a few times and then slides it right on to my nooky. He sure knows how to feel up a girl till I mighty near scream with excitement. Then he says, 'Ain't any harm in looking, gel.' And tries to see up my panties while he's finger fucking me. It don't work. So I flip off that miniskirt and let him ease down my panties and get a real good look.
"The Old Man sort of sucks in his breath and holds it, looking his fill ... and feeling me up, with one finger right inside my snatch, working. And I'm wriggling to help it work. And my juices are really beginning to wet me. What's more, my titties are aching for want of a little petting. So I slip out of my blouse, showing my titties. And I got real cute ones. Not so big but nice and firm and round, with the nipples standing up like somebody just played 'The Star Spangled Banner' at a 'veterans' Day parade.
"I'm naked. And the Old Man is looking at my titties like they're peaches he could eat without cream or sugar. I didn't even know just being naked in front of a man could be so exciting, but it is. Real exciting, all over. But most especially in my nooky. And way up inside. Lots farther than his finger is going.
"With him looking so hungry at my titties, I lean over a little, pushing one of 'em almost in his face. And he takes it like a baby, sucking on it. And his other hand comes up and plays around with the other boobie, fingering my nipple, like they're chewing on it, which he is doing with my other tittie and nipple, only real gentle.
"Now I got a finger up my snatch and both tits being worked on. I'm really going crazy, shivering and shaking with the want of lots, lots more. And I want to get closer, lots closer, so I can push my titties right up against him. So I slide the tray off and shove it on his bedside table ... and look down.
"His robe is open and so're his pajama pants. And there ain't a thing wrong with his pizzle ... his prick, dong, pecker. Whatever you want to call it. It's standing straight up, like it hears 'The Star Spangled Banner,' too. And it's quivering. It's also big, real big, with a sort of helmet on it A kind of reddish, purplish helmet, glistening with juices. It's exciting, just looking at it and knowing where it is meant to fit. Only, I know nothing that big'll ever fit in my little nooky. But men and women are built like that, a pecker and a nooky, and most generally they'll fit, somehow.
"I'm leaning over, looking at his pizzle and the Old Man is playing with my snatch and teasing my titties till I want that great big ole pecker rammed right into my nooky. Then I figure out how we can leastwise get 'em together, so anyhow it'll rub outside my nooky. I can slide into his lap and poke my legs through the arms of the wheelchair and be right spang up against his pizzle with my snatch.
"The Old Man sees what I'm planning when I try to slide one leg in and he grins. A real wicked, cute grin. And he helps me. Like I say, there's nothing wrong with his hands or arms, and he practically lifts me into his chair, facing him, with my legs straddled on either side. And my nooky is right there, hot and wet against his pizzle. And spread wide for him.
"I press down on him, sliding my snatch up and down, rubbing it against his dong so that it teases my clit, which is exciting. And the Old Man is playing with my titties and sometimes running a hand down on my legs and across my stomach, starting some real way out excitement like I never felt before.
"Somehow I just gotta have that big ole pecker inside my snatch, even if it splits wide open. Girls get to feeling that way when they really need a good screwing. Like it's just gotta happen.
"So I sort of humped myself up and tried to sit right smack on top of the Old Man's dong but I don't make it. I just scrape that helmet right along my slit, starting some new fires. Then the Old Man helps me. He grabs my hips and holds me up, so's his pecker slides right along my slit and touches right into my snatch. And he eases me down on it ... slowly.
"And I watch. I don't know which is more exciting, feeling that big ole dong of his go in a little, or watching it. Anyway, both add up to a lot of excitement playing up and down my insides. I can see the lips of my snatch open up and sort of gulp that big, soft helmet. It's hard but still it's soft, cushiony. And it goes in like I swallowed an oyster. And his shaft, with all those blue veins standing out, is still outside.
"He eases me down some more, letting that shaft ream into me and shove that ole helmet way up insides. I don't know where it's all going to, but it's going somewhere. I can see it shoving in and in and in. Just a little bit at a time, stretching my snatch and ramming it all up inside. And each little bit seems more exciting than the last, till I'm burning and churning inside.
"So I come down on it, riding it up into me, real slow, like he's letting me test it and see how much I can take. And I'm ready to take it all, if he goes real easy, which he does, and I take it all. Every bit, till my little twat is sitting right on top of his gray, hairy bush, with that big shaft buried somewhere up me. I am feeling great ... scary you know, because it's never happened before, but great.
"I'm riding his pizzle and he's playing with my titties and teasing my nipples till I'm about to scream. On account his legs don't work, he can't hump none, which is what really makes screwing feel so good. That big dong rubbing up along a girl's insides makes her feel wonderful, excited and big. Really big. Like she's got the whole world in her insides. But he can't hump.
"So I try it. I wiggle a little at first, just to feel that shaft and helmet move way up me, stirring things up. Wiggling don't really do it. It helps but it doesn't get things to the boiling point. Then the Old Man shows me how. Jiggling up and down does it. Like I'm riding a pony. I done that once, up at the park.
"Jiggling makes screwing real good. I get kind of bouncy, with the Old Man doing his best to help and grunting with excitement all the time. His big old pizzle is riding up and down inside me, touching all points and starting a fire in my belly.
"The Old Man pulls me up to him, so my titties are jiggling right in his face and he tongues 'em, one after the other, with his hands roaming all over, along my titties, down my stomach, even a finger teasing my clit, and back up those folds from my snatch out across my legs and up to my belly button. And then up and down my back. I lean into him and kiss his neck where it pulses. Then he kisses me, pushing his tongue into my mouth and we're really working on a real high class screw, with all stops out.
"Suddenly he grabs my hips, lifts me maybe an inch or so off his shaft and slams me back down, reaming me good, all the way up. And holds me there.
"I can feel his shaft pulsing inside my snatch, like it's pumping. And that triggers a lot of things for me. Like I shoot off Roman candles inside. And juices just bust loose. And his come goes way up inside me, hot and filling. We just hang on to each other while things happen we ain't got no control over. Leastwise, I ain't. Man-oh-man, do things happen! And I'm whimpering and wriggling and trying for more of that good old come.
"But it's all over. Or anyhow, mostly ... there's some more shivers and nice exciting feelings left in me while his pizzle goes down and slips out. I'm watching it shrivel up and slide out, with juices coming along with it, while I lean against his shoulder, peeping down between us. And the Old Man is slumped, breathing so hard I think maybe he's having an attack or something. Only he says, 'No, gel. I haven't felt this good in years. You've done me a world of good. I almost feel like a man again.'
"He's a man all right. Ain't no mistake about that. It's just his legs don't work. And I'm glad he's a man. I like it that way. Anyhow, I squat there on his lap, with my bare snatch up against his shriveled pecker and we both just stick to breathing for a while. Later I get up and get him a damp washrag to wash hisself off with. Only I wash him, being as he is limp, with his eyes a little glazed. It's kinda interesting to play with a dong you know has been rammed up you, even if it ain't nothing the size it was. I mean, playing with it gives you ideas.
"Only the Old Man says he can't do it anymore. 'Not tonight, gel. This has been an experience but not again tonight.' He grins kinda watery, his eyes twinkling, 'I can remember when I Wouldn't have let you off so easy, but these days, gel, I just haven't got the mustard. Fact is, till you came along, I didn't know I had any left.' He pats my behind and chuckles. 'You've done me a world of good, gel ... a world of good. Even if I am ashamed of myself. Except, I know you're a wanton-a very happy wanton-and if it wasn't me it would be somebody else. You were spoiling for it.'
"I guess I was and hadn't knowed it. Because I was sure built for screwing. And I liked it, I mean, I really liked it. Not just something interesting that happened but I liked the whole thing, right up to the end. Which is maybe the best part though it doesn't last long. But you can repeat it "Anyhow, by the time the younger son gets home-that's Theo-I'm back dressed and have got the Old Man in bed. So everything looks copacetic. And the Old Man is happy. Every now and then I can see him smile to hisself, and he reaches out and pats my hand, remembering the good screwing we had.
"Theo takes me home and I'm so demure it hurts. But I don't want to lose this good baby-sitting job with a built-in fuck, like I know it's gonna be from then on.
"And it is ... about three to four nights a week the sons are going out for the evening. Sometimes for dinner. Then I have dinner with the Old Man-him eating off his tray and me off the bedside table. No, I don't have to fix the meals, cook does that. I just take 'em up to him. We have fun eating together.
"Mostly it's on account we both know what's coming and dinner is just a sort of introduction. Plus, of course, the meals are pretty good. Better than at home. I sit opposite the Old Man and let him look right up my skirt, so he can see my snatch and whet his appetite. Sometimes, just teasing him, I'll sit real demure and just gradually move my legs so's he can see what's for dessert. But he knows it's there, ready and waiting. And maybe just as anxious as he is to get on with it.
"He likes to have me do a striptease for him. You know, just a little at a time, peeling down to bare essentials. And then strutting around naked so he can really see me and know he's getting a real good thing. I never knew that just being naked could be so exciting, but it is. In front of a man, I mean. It don't give me much of a boot when I do it at home, even in front of a mirror ... like eggs without salt. It's all kinda wasted then.
"When I'm strutting, I pass close enough to his chair for him to reach out and pat my behind and then gradually close in on him, letting him reach my titties and then grab me, as if I was trying to avoid him, Only it's a game, see, and the wrestling is part of the excitement with me. I'm pretending I'm trying to get away, only somehow snuggling up closer, till I'm in his lap. He's petting me up, feeling my titties and maybe running his hand under my behind and up on to my snatch fingering the lips of my slit and getting me all hot and bothered.
"I like that. It's for steaming me up, getting me sort of set. And sitting like that I can feel his pizzle stiffen up and bounce against my behind, till I know he's as ready as I am. Then I swing around and we sit facing each other, with his helmet sliding along my slit, eager to plunge in. And the first thing you know, it's in and reaming me. And we really go to town, till the fireworks go off with a big bang. And I've been screwed again.
"Once in a while we try it backwards. That's fun, too, I sit with my back to him and he holds on to my titties while I slide down on his pizzle. I like it because I can look down my front and see his hands on my titties and his big prick right up against my snatch. I can even see when it goes in. And I watch his shaft ram way up me. Only it really don't go as deep that way, even if I lean forward and let the Old Man pull me back against him, Still, it's fun ... the looking makes up some for not going so deep.
"Once we try it with him going into my brownhole, but neither of us care much for that, except he reams out my snatch with his fingers while he's ramming his big dick into my brownhole, which is pretty exciting.
"Another way we do it, is I get him on to the bed, lying on his back, and I sit right smack down on his pizzle ... which rams it way, way up me. Now that's real exciting because his dong gets to places it ain't never been before. Only he can't play with my titties and suck on 'em so easy that way. And we don't do any real hot kissing while we fuck. Not without pulling his dong outta my snatch some. And I liker it way, way up, where it'll be when the big explosion comes.
"That's the best part of a fuck, the big explosion, when lights go on and juices flood way up inside me. Of course, with the Old Man, there ain't but one shot left in his gun for each screw. Like for one night, it's only one time in me. And I still got ideas and my snatch can still take some more. But he's out, pooped.
"So I'm thinking maybe one of the boys-Theo's kind of cute-might like a little nooky, especially if it's right there in the house. Not that I'm gonna slight the Old Man, you understand. He comes first with me, always, on account he is the first one to get into my panties. I guess a girl always feels that way about the first one to ream her with his dong. There's something about that first time that stays with you.
"Maybe a girl don't remember it right, but it always seems like the biggest moment, the greatest. You know, there ain't never been anything like that inside her and suddenly it happens, all new and exciting.
"Still, a girl wants to try other ways and maybe other fellows'. And I Was getting curious about what a guy would be like if he could do most of the humping. But just wondering. Not really getting down to serious thinking about it, because the Old Man and me was really having a ball. Still, a girl gets ideas...."
Jeannie represents, sociologically, a segment of our youthful society in rebellion, without respect for the fundamental laws of morality and behavior that are and have been for centuries part of our Judeo-Christian ethic. Biologically, she is in the stage of what Freudian psychoanalysts call the emergence from "the period of latency" of sexual awareness into what Freud termed "the hedonistic gratification of the sexual drive."
Jeannie came from a relatively poor family, not truly poverty-stricken but struggling to maintain a precarious economic stability. Usually, according to sociologists, this is a social level at which the people are very consciously moral. In Sexual Behavior in the Human Male, Kinsey notes the special abhorrence of this socio-economic group for sexual aberrations, stating that the research team had to develop a special language level in order to communicate. In their intense distaste for sexual misbehavior, this group had developed special meanings for common words. However, he points out, normal sexual intercourse, penis in vagina, is not regarded as degrading but is accepted as a way of life. This, of course, does not apply to the sexual activity of juveniles which is still abhorrent.
Jeannie violated this taboo and, according to her own account, the greater taboo of cunnilingus. Her parents, as she says in her account of her sexual depravity, were horrified at her activities but were more concerned about the social disapproval of their own peer group should her sexual behavior become known and a matter of record.
It is, of course, natural in our Judeo-Christian ethic for parents to be concerned about the sexual behavior, or misbehavior, of a daughter, no matter at what socio-economic level they may live. Almost any set of parents at any socio-economic level would act to shield the sexual activities of a young daughter from public eyes, even in these times of sexual laxity. This is what Vance Packard terms "the sexual wilderness," in his book of the same name, referring to our present era of general sexual laxity.
Jeannie appears to have passed through the (Freudian) "period of latency" and only to have emerged, slowly, testing her own responses against the casual petting, smooching and feeling-up of the young males of her own social milieu. None of this apparently aroused her to ardent desire and immediate action in copulation. However, this constant amateur effort on the part of her male peers does appear to have had a cumulative effect.
It aroused her curiosity about sexual activity and, emerging from her period of latency in sexual matters, she appears to have been slightly behind Freud's timetable. This "emergence" is generally put at twelve years among Indo-European peoples.
According to the Blau-Bender-Rasmussen studies of sexual activities among young children (aged nine to thirteen), many young girls who have indulged in sexual activities with older males were "not the helpless victims but played an active or even initiating role in their delinquency. They might even be considered the seducers rather than the seduced."
Certainly, Jeannie played an active and even initiating role in her sexual relations with the Old Man since obviously he, as a paralytic, could not have been the aggressor, as she admits. It was she who devised the method by which she and the Old Man were able to copulate, even though the Old Man did contribute to her arousal by his lecherous fondling of the girl. Even in this, some of the fault lies with Jeannie, who paraded her body for his delectation as well as her own physical gratification.
She admits to feeling sexual arousal just by having the Old Man look at her naked. This arousal, coupled with her emergence from her period of latency into an awareness of bodily functions-particularly those of the possibilities inherent in her female sex conformation-urged her to try for what Freud calls "the hedonistic gratification of the sexual drive."
This license to sexual immorality, as defined in our Judeo-Christian concept, is compounded in our present society, according to Vance Packard in The Sexual Wilderness, by six major factors that contribute to unrest among our youth, including the shift from breast-feeding of infants, the existence of the Pill, and other contraceptives which presumably made fornication safe, as well as the present tensions of international wars and social upheavals.
One of the manifestations of this confusion among the young and their consequent unrest, Packard points out, is the sexual ambivalence evidenced in the present accepted mode of dress. He states that the males and females now tend to dress so much alike that they are often indistinguishable from each other. He regards this as another evidence of a growing disregard for conventional standards.
Though Jeannie may have been influenced subconsciously by the "sloppy" dress of her peers-"sloppy" is a term Packard uses liberally to indicate this disregard of social mores-she herself was obviously extremely conscious of her femaleness and dressed to exhibit it. She wore hot pants, very brief, very tight garments that leave little to the imagination. It appears to have been her more or less regular costume. In fact, there is a hint, in what she says, that she wore them because they were brief and tight. Brief in order to give the boys their thrills, tight to discourage culmination. They apparently made completion of feeling up difficult.
According to her story, she discarded them in favor of equally brief and revealing miniskirt and see-through panties which permitted her elderly paramour-to-be to reach and touch her sex organs, stimulating her and urging her to further experimentation in sex, which culminated in her actual copulation with the Old Man in his wheelchair. This was an act that had her full cooperation, if not actual initiation, which appears to have been the case.
"I'm thinking about this younger son, Theo. He's cute. Not little bitsy cute like me, but big. Maybe six foot one. Still he's got mischief in his eyes. And a lock of hair that falls over one eye. Not really over it, but it droops down along about his eyebrow. It gives him a sort of pixie look, with his twinkle and half smile. You just know he isn't going bowling near as much as he tells the Old Man.
"The Old Man knows it, too. He tells him once, 'Run along, son, but don't get your balls mixed up and bowl with the wrong one.' Oh, he knows Theo is out tomcatting.
"So do I. And I'm kind of envying the girls he's tomcatting with, because he's got a real dong. And he knows how to use it. To do some real fucking. And I'm wondering how it'd be to get screwed by a guy that can hump on me, not just me humping on him. You know, I sort of picture myself lying there with my legs open and him coming in on top of me and reaming me with his pizzle, like screwing was meant to be, and like I hadn't had it.
"A couple of times I sort of hint around he could do as well at home, only, he don't get it ... at least, he don't react. So, I figure maybe drastic measures is necessary, to make him see I got the same equipment and maybe better arranged than most girls. Bit it's gotta be done just right. I mean, you don't get more'n one chance at something like that. So there can't be a slipup. One night I wait till I know he's really gone bowling. I don't want him to come home too tired and maybe not interested in screwing, after having had some all evening.
"I get my licks in with the Old Man, which is plenty fun, don't get me wrong. I like screwing the Old Man. Only I want something more than he's got. So I give him one real good fuck, with him lying in bed and me sitting on top, riding him with his dong way up me. And he really sends me ... I give him a real good ride, too. So much, he's pooped and ready to sleep. Fact is, by the time we're finished his eyes are drooping. He just pats my behind and says, 'You're a real wanton, gel. A real, one hundred percent solid wool and a yard wide wanton. And don't get me wrong, gel. I like it that way.' And drifts off, smiling and murmuring.
"So I wash up, only I don't get right back into my clothes. I'm figuring on Theo coming home a bit early and he'll notice me. Sure as shootin' he'll notice I ain't got any clothes on. Plus I figure he'll like what he sees. Only, it's got to be accidental-like, as if I don't mean to get caught naked and am all embarrassed about it. So it's gotta be just right. I wait in the Old Man's room, naked, with my clothes all ready to grab up, like I'm dashing for the bathroom.. The Old Man is sleeping, whuffling a little. He don't really snore-just whuffles. And while I'm waiting I get the craziest pictures of what's gonna happen when Theo sees me. And them pictures get me so hot in my nooky, I pretty near am ready to wake up the Old Man and give him another ride.
"Theo comes in. I can hear him. And I wait till he's right in the hall, where I can't miss running into him. Then I sort of gather up my clothes, careless-like-only I've practiced it-so's one tittie shows and my legs are on view. Then I run out, kind of scuttling, like I'm ashamed. And run smack into Theo. I nearly knock him down, so he has to grab something, namely me.
"He's real polite. He says, 'Excuse me ... ' and then his eyes bug out, seeing how I'm dressed. Or ain't dressed at all. I'm naked all over. So I kind of wriggle a little in his arms, like I'm trying to get away, only I get him more tangled up with me and my clothes. So by the time I do get clear of him, he's holding the clothes and I'm out in full view.
"He scowls at me and says, 'What's going on, here? Why are you running around without ... Oh!' And looks at the Old Man's door, shaking his head and saying, 'Oh, no! Oh, no!' Then he grabs me and hauls me into his room and almost slings me in a chair and throws my clothes at me. 'Put 'em on! Right this minute! Kee-rist! You and the Old Man! How on earth ... the old boy's been paralyzed for six years! What? How ... ' He's so flabbergasted he stammers. And so concered about the Old Man he don't really notice I'm naked any more. And I think maybe I've overdone it.
"Theo leaps up and dashes out to look in on the Old Man and then comes back, scowling. 'How long has this been going on? And how in hell do you two manage ... Don't answer that!'
"I've sort of dropped my clothes on the floor and am sitting back in his chair, with my head hanging down, working up a pretty good quiver with my lower lip. And I sniffle, just enough to sound like I might bust into howling hysterics any minute. I even turn my head, kind of half into the chair and curl up, with one leg drooping, so he can get a good view. And work into some real tears.
"Theo says, 'Cut out that caterwauling! You'll wake up the dead!' And comes over to frown down at me, 'You don't seem to have done the old boy any harm. Fact, he's been seeming better lately. Could that be you?'
"I reach up and grab one hand and sort of pull myself around so he'll get a good view of my titties. And lay my cheek against his hand. 'Please don't be mad with me. He's been awful nice to me. And I've been ... well ... helping him pass the time.'
"And Theo nods. 'That you have, Jeannie. That you have.' And sighs, 'Still, I guess no harm's done. Just yesterday Doc said he was in good shape, so maybe ... '
"I pull myself up in the chair and throw my arms around him. And just happen to lean my titties into his chest. And lose my balance, so I fall into his arms. He practically has to grab me. I wriggle a bit, to get more settled and let him feel how good I feel in somebody's arms. And he's feeling. One arm's around me, with a hand on my tittie and the other is under my behind, and acting just like hands in them places ought to, squeezing a little, feeling a little. And by then he knows I'm female. Really knows it, not just from looking.
"He really picks me up and backs into the chair, sitting down with me in his lap, still holding on to my tittie and my behind. And looks me over, the way a man looks over a girl and gives her the shivers, because she knows things will go on from there. They always do.
"Theo pats my behind and plays with my tittie, sort of absentminded at first, like he's still trying to figure out how me and the Old Man got connected. Only he really gets interested and pays attention to what he's doing ... which is feeling me up.
"So I know I've got it made, and he knows he's got me made. Which is fine by me. I never had a full-grown able guy lay me. So I just kind of lie back and sigh and nuzzle up against his neck while his hands go to work serious-like.
"The hand on my tittie begins playing with the nipple, which is already hard and straight up. And the one on my behind creeps up between my legs and plays around my snatch, just lightly, kind of tapping its way along the edges of my slit. Maybe because I know he's full-grown and able, I really get shivery and excited, more than I do from the Old Man's fingering. The excitement is running way up my insides and starting new excitements there.
"I squeeze down with my legs on his hand a couple of times, just to let him know I know what he's reaching for, and then I let 'em spread a little. Which is easy, seeing as that is what my legs want to do anyway, sort of opening up for what's gonna happen. He slides his hand over my hot box-and by that time it's really hot-and his finger starts exploring inside. I damn near can't breathe, it's so exciting, especially now I'm sure he's gonna screw me. So I'll get it regular fashion, like it's meant to be, with the man on top and doing the pumping.
"My cunt is not only hot but getting wet with juices, so his finger slides in and out pretty easy, and he's sweating. From the way his prick is knocking up against my behind I know he's about ready. So I moan a little and give him a real hot kiss, pushing my titties up against him and catching his hand. It's the hot kiss done it, I figure. Because he answers and then sort of groans before he picks me up and carries me to the bed. He lays me down real gentle and then stands beside the bed, looking down at me and shaking his head, like he's trying to tell himself no, he shouldn't.
"So I reach up with both arms and grab his neck and pull him down, whimpering a little and saying, 'Please! ... Please!' like I really need a good screw. And by then I do. I fumble a little at his tie and that starts him.
"Theo starts to undress, undoing his tie real slow and looking down at me, shaking his head. He gets out of his shirt kind of awkward, watching me like he expects I'll vanish or something. Or maybe ain't for real. But I am for real and anxious and exicted, never having had a real able man screw me.
"He peels out of his undershirt, struggling a little, and I see his chest. It's broad and big, with a mat of hair reaching down past his belt, which is as far as I can see. Then he unzips his pants and undoes his belt and drops his trousers, and I'm looking. There is a big bulge pulsating in his shorts that gets me even more excited than I was.
"Theo sits on the edge of the bed to take off his shoes and slide out of his pants. Only he stops long enough to run one hand over my stomach and down to my snatch just to keep things stirred up. I kind of curl around him and run one hand down his back, feeling that hot, sweaty skin, and just accidental-like let it drag on his jockey shorts and then fall across his lap to feel the throb of his prick.
"He really hurries then, practically tearing out of them shorts and swearing softly when they get hung up a little. Which gives me a chance to stare at his prick ... is it ever big! I thought the Old Man had a hunk of meat to ram into me, but nothing like that! And I'm suddenly scared. That thing can't get into my little cunt, and if it does it'll split me clear up to my navel! I start to wriggle away but Theo grabs me and slams me back in the middle of that big bed.
"He shakes me a little and kind of growls, 'No you don't, young lady. You asked for this and you're gonna get it!' And he stands beside the bed with his prick jutting out and quivering. I never seen anything looked so big. A great shuddering shaft and a big puplish-red helmet, already dripping juices and gleaming. I reach out real slow and touch it. And suddenly I'm ready for it. I don't seem to care if it tears me wide open. I want it ... I want it rammed way up in me.
"I can mighty near imagine how it's gonna feel and I'm aching for it. My legs just naturally open wider. And Theo climbs on to the bed and gets between my legs, that big shaft aiming square at my cunt, which is opening up, too, like my legs. I can feel it, and feel it getting real wet with my creamy juices.
"Then he's pushing that helmet knob right at my snatch, and I'm humping up to meet it, like my cunt is a hungry mouth. And it takes it all in! And I squeal ... not loud but it's a squeal. Theo says, 'I'll make you do some real squealing, young lady, before this is over.' Almost like he's mad with me. Or maybe with himself.
"He's not rough, really. Just kind of ... well ... inevitable, like an avalanche. And his prick slides in deeper. I can see the shaft disappearing into my cunt ... and feel it inside. Boy, can I feel it! That big knob is sliding along up my tunnel like a plow, opening things up in a way the Old Man's knob has never done. And Theo's shaft is bigger, too, and harder, so my little snatch is being stretched good ... and feeling great for being stretched. I moan a little, just from the excitement, and wriggle a little to make that prick wiggle inside me.
"And suddenly he's humping me! Pumping up and down and a little sideways. And his prick is sliding along inside of me like crazy. I never felt anything so exciting. I can't even breathe good. Not on account of Theo laying on top of me, because he ain't really putting no weight on me, except along my stomach. My not being able to breathe good is just the excitement working in me ... and me getting worked up for some real fireworks. Like I'm wound up tight and something's got to bust loose.
"Theo gets his elbows down on the bed and his hands free so he can play with my titties, squeezing and teasing 'em. And I reach up around his shoulders and hang on, tight, moaning. My titties just kind of touch that hairy chest when I pull up a little, just a teasy sort of touch but it sure set off some excitement, and don't improve my breathing one bit.
"I am aching a little from his reaming and the slide of his shaft in my tight little snatch, but it's a wonderful, exciting sort of ache ... and growing. Not really the ache but the excitement, till I'm ready to explode. In fact, I do. I come. With bright lights and sky rockets and the works. And Theo keeps right on screwing me, only a little slower, maybe so I can enjoy my come. He keeps up his banging, even after I've come, which at first kind of worries me. That ain't never happened before, that I should come first. Only, I don't really have time to worry about it because suddenly I'm beginning a new buildup for a big explosion. And it grows while he fucks and fucks me and I claw at his back, trying to hump to match him.
"He stops humping suddenly, with his prick half outta my snatch ... and he holds it there. Suddenly he rams down hard, pushing it so far up me I figure he bruised my tonsils. Only it feels so wonderful, I don't care. His prick is pulsing and swelling inside me and its knob is throbbing and swelling ... and then ... he lets go!
"I can feel his hot come explode way up inside my belly and I explode, too. Better than the first time. I hang on to him for dear life. Isn't that wonderful? Two comes in one screw! I never knew it could happen like that! Imagine, two comes in one screw ... like wonderful!
"Theo kind of sighs and sags, leaning his weight on me for a moment, while his prick goes down and slides out, slowly with some interesting feelings as it slips down my tunnel and finally plops out of my snatch. Then he rolls off me and lies down on the bed with a sigh, staring up at the ceiling. 'You're a crude and ugly lout, Theodore. But this girl asked for it. And got it. Still, you're a louse for letting her get under your skin.'
"Seeing as it was him got under my skin and even inside it, that don't seem right, only I know what he meant. I'd really got to him. And I'm happy with it. Tired, maybe, but still kind of glowing with it. A really good screw does that for a girl. Makes everything fine and dandy.
"Finally he rolls over and pats my behind. 'llp with you, wench, and get some clothes on. I've got to take you home. And you can use my shower, if you like.' They have each got a bathroom with every bedroom and don't have to share with the whole family like we do.
"I kind of grin, maybe a little weak, but a grin and say, 'Why don't you take a shower with me?' He groans and shakes his head. 'You are a wench, aren't you? Not on your sweet little ass would I get in a shower with you. I'd never get you home tonight if we started playing that game.'
"So I take a shower alone, kind of glorying in the ache in my little twat and the way the hot shower takes the tiredness out but leaves the feeling, the really good part of the feeling, which is like remembering, only with real shivery feelings running up and down you.
"I am just getting out of the shower and coming back into Theo's room when Oliver-he's the older brother-comes in, talking, saying, 'I heard your shower going, so I knew you hadn't gone to bed ... Oh my God, Theo! Not with that kid!'
"I've just got this big towel, rubbing myself dry and I sort of let it slip and just stand there, like I'm stupefied, but letting Oliver see what I've got and that I am not just a kid.
"He looks and then waves at Theo. 'Get her out of the house! Right now! And don't ever let her back in!' And stalks out ... but not before he takes a good long gander at what I've got, sort of gulping.
"Theo takes me home, driving slow, like he's trying to make up his mind what to say. Finally, he shrugs, 'What can I say? I made a jackass of myself tonight. But don't let what Oliver said worry you. The Old Man likes you. Maybe he even needs you. So you'll be coming back. Your job's safe.' He thinks that over and grins. 'Even if you're not.'
"So I've still got my job, and the Old Man still has got me, which is fine. Only, since I've now had a real screw from a whole man, the Old Man ain't quite so exciting. Oh, he's still got some ginger in him, and we do all right. For maybe a week. Then I put him to bed and give him the full treatment, figuring I've muffed the big deal with Theo, who doesn't show up except to take me straight home.
"But this night Oliver comes home early, just after I've fixed up the Old Man, which has been pretty good but I'm still feeling sexy. You know, I'm ready for another round. But the Old Man has had it for the night. And there's Oliver, scowling at me, looking me over kind of puzzled. I've got back into my see-through panties and the miniskirt and I'm wearing a pretty near transparent blouse, without a bra ... that's the way the Old Man likes it. By then my titties are still kind of swole up and my nipples still feel itchy and are standing up, pushing out the flimsy blouse so it has an interesting shape.
"Oliver is looking at my titties right through the blouse, while I'm standing just outside the Old Man's door. He scowls and stares, so I set down in a hall chair. They're so rich, they got special big chairs in the hall, even if nobody uses 'em much. Sitting down always does interesting things to a miniskirt, interesting to men, anyhow. And I try to look very demure, which I can, even if you don't think so. Of course, looking demure while you're showing your ass in a miniskirt makes the viewing all that much more interesting.
"I act very demure, keeping my eyes down, at just about his crotch, so I can judge how things are going. 'I'm sorry you don't like me, Mister Oiver. Because I think you are a very nice man. Kind of attractive, in a rugged sort of way.' He isn't really, being just a bit weedy and stringy, but that kind of talk always sets a man up.
"Oliver sort of coughs, but he don't take his eyes off the center of interest, namely my legs and little behind. 'It isn't that I don't like you, child. It's just that ... well ... I don't understand how my brother could ... ahem ... take advantage of such a young girl. It's ... it's shameful. It's an abuse of. ... Do you always sit like that?'
"I shake my head, looking very sweet and demure, which is intriguing, especially when I pull one leg up and clasp my hands around it, knowing he can see them see-through panties and what's inside 'em ... my little snatch.
"I look up, then, because I have seen his dong is swelling inside his pants, and I figure he is about ready for the big pitch, which is to get him to screw me, which I need right then. 'I wish you could like me, Mister Oliver. Theo likes me ... and the Old Man likes me.'
"He grins then. He's real cute when he grins. 'I'll say they like you! Theodore told me ... I mean ... I can see that they do. And I like you, too. Of course I do, only ... '
"I don't let him get the rest of it out. I just jump up with a little squeal and throw myself at him, hanging on to his neck and giving him a big kiss. Not a hot one. This ain't the time for hot ones. That comes later. Just a big sort of girlish kiss, while I'm pushing my titties against him and thrusting my pelvis right up against him, so his swollen dong is getting the full benefit of a hot little snatch rubbed up against it.
"His arms go around me, and I wriggle a little against him, pushing with my pelvis so my snatch is tight up to his dong. And in a minute he is patting me and sliding his hands over my back, across my behind and back up, just accidentally sliding under my blouse. I feel his hands on my skin and I'm excited. So I give him the first sort of warm-up kiss. Not really hot yet, but interesting. And I wriggle a little more, rubbing his dong against my hot little snatchy And I am undoing my skirt belt with one hand, so it'll fall down and look like he done it, fumbling with my blouse.
"So there I am, in nothing but a see-through blouse and high-visibility panties. And he's getting excited, with his hands roaming. I undo the two buttons on my blouse so his hands can get right at my titties. My blouse drops on the floor. And I've only got on panties that are no real obstruction at all. And which he can slide down easy as pie ... as he does, muttering to himself.
"Now I'm naked, right there in the hall, except for socks and shoes, and in Oliver's arms, with his quivering dong pressed right up against me. He picks me up and carries me to his bedroom, just down the hall, his hands feeling and squeezing in a way I know he means business. I'm gonna get laid by another grown man that can do the whole job ... maybe real good. Because he sure feels a girl up like he knows the score.
"Oliver carries me into his bedroom, only he don't lay me on the bed the regular way. Or what I think is the regular way. He lays me across the bed, with my legs hanging over the edge, with my behind just barely on the bed. And he opens my legs, kneeling down between 'em and looking right at my snatch. Suddenly he buries his face between my legs and runs his tongue over the outside of my slit, till I'm moaning.
"I can't put my legs together, even if I wanted to. It's like the hinges is loose, and I'm too weak to close 'em. Not that I want to. Having his tongue sliding over my slit is even more exciting than the way Theo does it, just reaming me with his prick. And it's so exciting, I kind of push my snatch at him, while I feel it opening up and the creamy juice flowing.
"Oliver lets his hands wander, playing with my titties and running lightly across my stomach and down right to my crotch, so I'm near screaming with the excitement of it. One hand keeps playing with my titties and my nipples while the other is undoing his tie and shirt. And then his pants, only I don't see that. I don't even know he's got 'em off until I feel his dong right up against my snatch, pushing at my slit. And I don't even see it, then.
"My hands are beating against the bed and I'm saying, 'Please! Please! ... Oh, please!' and staring up at the ceiling, my neck so tense I can't really bend down to look. But I can feel.
"I feel this big knob push harder and harder against my slit until it wedges in, and I feel my snatch close around his shaft. Then it's sliding in, way in! It's a wonderful way to screw, on account of your skin is so stretched you feel everything that much more. Plus the tonguing has got you all hornied up first.
"I feel his big knob going way up in me, opening things up inside and really going places. And then he's pumping back and forth, sliding his dong almost out and then driving it back again, a little deeper each time. I come once, wriggling and moaning, and then, just when I'm about to explode again, Oliver lets his load go. Hot and salty, way up inside of me. And I go off in skyrockets and pinwheels! A real doozy of a screw!
"While his dong is going down, Olver leans over and tongues my titties and nipples, adding to the excitement when it should be dying down. And not much later he starts fucking me all over again, ramming at my snatch, and building me back to being ready again. And I come twice to his once again. What a fuck!
"After that we all get along fine. I give the Old Man his thrills early in the evening while the boys are out and then I get a good screw from whichever comes in first. Once or twice I had all three in one night, only that made me kind of late getting home and I was a little droopy the next day.
"Things rock along like that for maybe a year, when suddenly the Old Man dies. Like I said, he died peaceful, in his sleep, with a smile on his face ... maybe from remembering our last good fuck. And I figure that's the end of my baby-sitting job, seeing as how the newspapers splash the story of the Old Man's death, him being important, so my folks see that and know I've got no more job. So there's no excuse for going to visit the boys and getting laid, like I want to.
"Oliver figures a way. He invents a baby-sitting job for me, like with his Old Man, only it's a fake. So on my baby-sitting nights one of 'em picks me up and we go to a motel for a good evening's screw. Maybe a couple of times, once in a while three times. And a few times both of 'em come to the motel and we have a real ball. I even get so I like sucking one of 'em off while the other screws me. And I'm very happy.
"Only, they have to go away, Europe or somewheres, to see about some property the Old Man left 'em. And there I am, with no screws. So naturally I look around and talk to guys and let 'em pick me up. Only I don't charge, see. It's free ... for fun. So I ain't really soliciting when them cops picked me up. I'm just out looking for fun.
"Now they say I can't do no screwing till I'm eighteen. Eighteen? That's three years off! Who can wait that long? Could you wait three years? Even with a psychiatrist jabbering at you? You can't turn off nature like it was a faucet. I'm built for screwing. I like screwing. And I'll always like screwing. And no psychiatrist is gonna make me think different.... No, I ain't rebellious. I'm just natural, with natural instincts for screwing. I always will be."
Jeannie's affairs with the two sons were certainly and very specifically initiated by her, once her sexual appetite was aroused by her intercourse with the Old Man, their father. She appears to have had almost no moral judgments beyond the "hedonistic gratification of the sexual drive," which Freud regards as the basic drive (rather than procreation) to sexual activity.
She certainly appears, from her story, to be primarily concerned with this gratification and intent on further exploration of its possibilities. The prognosis, in the case of Jeannie, is that she will fight psychiatric treatment and probably emerge very much as she was, without any major rehabilitation.