Introduction
"As I was playing with his naked prick, Mr. J. was frantically unbuttoning my blouse.
He was ready to rip that blouse off me if the buttons didn't come undone fast enough. Fortunately, the last button popped open of its own accord, and my beauties bounced out at him, bare and proud. Another moan followed as he grabbed me and stuffed one of the full titties into his mouth with a hunger I recognized. I stood there and let him fondle my boobies and suck on one of them while I passionately moved his monster of a prick up and down.
"The juices in my cunt were almost to the boiling point by this time, and I really wanted a good fucking ... and I knew I was going to get it right soon. Since I had planned this all out in advance, I had left my panties in my purse in my locker. I had purposely worn a skirt a little longer than usual so that it would hide my lovely fluff of cunt hair.
"Moving with a suddenness that took him completely off guard, I swung my leg up over his lap and guided his tremendous erection right to my cunt hole. There was nothing left for me to do but to push down hard. And that's exactly what I did! Down I went! Hard! And up he went-hard! Man, what a prick! That goddamned motherfucking prick was all the way up to my tonsils and still going! It filled all of me and left no room for a breath of air! I was dying with ecstasy!
"He almost yowled out loud when my juicy cunt pounced on his unsuspecting prick, but I was prepared for that and clamped my mouth down hard on his. I shoved my tongue into his hot mouth before he could have a chance to close it, and I met his tongue. They mingled there for a moment while I got the feel of his prick up inside me. Then, when I knew where I was and what was inside me, I sucked on his lips a bit, then leaned way back so he could get a good hold on my tits once more.
"Up and down I went-pumping like crazy. That fucking prick inside of me was such a tight fit that I was almost hollering myself. I could barely stand the beautiful feeling I was getting down there. Then the sensation of both of my nipples being squeezed hard-real hard-doubled the pleasure I was already receiving. I was almost jumping up and down from the pure pleasure of it all as I pumped away on his prick. We were really grooving by this time, and he was really into it good.
"He was slumped down real low in his chair so that all of his prick would slip up into my juiciness when I slammed down on him. Man, you could tell from the look on his face that he was really enjoying himself! His eyes were all glazed over and his mouth was hanging open and he was breathing so hard that I could feel it hot on my face. He kept moaning while he was molding and squeezing my titties good and hard, and that made me moan all the louder, but not loud enough to bring the rest of the school piling in to see what was going on. I've never lost my cool that way. I always know just what I'm doing ... and why.
"I could tell that he was really hanging on, trying to make it last as long as possible before shooting off, so I decided to really give him a treat. I began wiggling my hips around in a circular motion like I had been taught by one of my older boyfriends. Around and around I sent my hips, and that seemed to cause even more friction down there between us and inside me. It was doing wonders for us both ... for his stiff rod and for my cunt and clit. His staff was rubbing on my clit every time I went up and down, and when I circled as well, it was really putting pressure and pleasure on that little sex button of mine!
"Christ, there is nothing in this world like a great big, stiff hunk of meat up your cunt! Really! That's all there is to life-almost. And I was really living! That giant-sized prick felt exactly like a telephone pole up my quivering cunt, and I wasn't sure that I could hold out much longer. But, then again, I figured, why should I prolong it too much-there'd be other times-lots of other times!
"With a frenzy, I pounded that beautiful fucking prick in and out of my fiery cunt until I could feel that marvelous buzz that comes just before I come. Everything inside my head started to get really tight ... then my hearing started to go ... and when I started to hold my breath, I knew that this was going to be it.
"Just as I took that huge gulp of air that signaled my flight off into outer space, I caught a glimpse of my fucking lover-and he was gulping in one last gasp of air, too. We were both about to go on a flight together. Every nerve in my body was set, ready to go, and Mr. J-'s muscles were tensing in anticipation. From that moment on there was nothing but sensation-pure sensation. I couldn't hear anything or see anything ... all I could do was feel! And all I could feel was me-only me there, hung up on this telephone pole by my cunt.
"With all the fury of a volcano erupting, my entire body shook. Sparks of flashing lights of brilliant colors and hues blazed from behind my eyelids, and my legs and hips jerked and twitched violently till I thought I was going to go out of my skull. It was beautiful! Just as my throbbing cunt began to slow its squeezing of that marvelous prick, I felt the tension of that monster within me suddenly release itself. With a force I would never have believed possible, spurt after spurt of come pounded at the back of my cunt, causing me to start that beautiful climb up the mountain of sensation all over again. I was still coming when I felt his last little jerk before he collapsed in his chair, a puddle of satisfied flesh.
"Leaning over, I planted a juicy kiss on his relaxed lips, and he barely had the strength to return it. He was breathing so hard that he couldn't kiss me for more than a moment or two before pulling away to gasp for air. I got the idea and began kissing him all over his handsome, sweaty face. He was so gorgeous like that, all worn out and drained. I felt a pleasant stirring within me-almost a motherly feeling. I wanted to take this glorious creature home with me and fuck the living hell out of him for ever and ever.
"I could feel. his mammoth prick start its descent down my cunt, shrinking within me, pulling itself down. I wanted to keep it up there, but there was no way to fight gravity and nature, so I carefully climbed off his lap, and grabbed for the kleenex on his desk. Slapping several wad-ded-up tissues up between my legs to keep the hot come from dribbling down my legs, I began buttoning up my blouse.
"Mr. J just sat there, his legs still spread wide apart and the head of his fast-disappearing prick sticking up out of his fly. His head was still hanging back and his arms were drooping limply over the arms of his chair. Man, I had really done him in but good! A fleeting thought passed through my mind as I wondered how long it would take before he was all revived and ready to go again. But I knew enough to realize that this was not the time or the place to find out. That would come later-and so would we!
"Finally, he opened his eyes and stared into mine. In all this time, I had never bothered to notice just how lovely his big blue-gray eyes were. There were flecks of gold and green there, too. How truly beautiful this man was! There wasn't that much gray in his hair-it was still really very brown, but that brown wasn't just any ordinary brown. It was like reddish, goldish, chestnut brown, and it suited his flushed complexion. I had always dug men with reddish hair-not the real redheads, but a reddish tinge. That was nice.
"I was smiling at him as his puzzled eyes stared right into mine. It was as if he were trying to work mental telepathy on me-asking me why ? I just sat there on the edge of his desk and grinned back at him, waiting for him to say something.
"Finally, he did. 'Why?' was all he could come up with, and it hadn't really been necessary because I had already read that in his gorgeous eyes. When he repeated it, I decided I might as well give him an answer-he deserved that much for all the pleasure he had given me.
" 'Because I like men with big pricks! Why else?' I replied with a smirk.
" 'Why me?' he gasped out, still panting from the exertion of the fucking.
" 'From such a brainy guy as you, that's a pretty dumb question!' I retorted, almost disappointed in my new lover.
"There was a no-nonsense look on his face, so I decided I might as well give him the whole story. 'You see, Mr. J-, by the way, what the hell is your first name, anyway?'
" 'Craig,' he blurted out before he realized that students aren't allowed to know or use the first names of faculty members.
" 'Well, Craig, it's like this,' I cleared my throat and looked him square in the eye. 'As I said before, I dig men with big pricks-men, that is. And you're the best-looking man in the whole school. There's no getting away from that. Besides, I figured that if I got you to fuck me, then I'd have like a hold on you-am I right?'
"His face flushed and he opened his mouth to speak, but I daintily placed my hand over his lips and continued: 'You see, I need things-clothes, jewelry, stuff like that-and I figure that now that you've fucked me and I can prove it-one call to Miss P-out there is all that it'll take, and you've had it, but good-you might just be willing to chip in to the Lorianne M-fund for underprivileged orphans. It's as simple as that. Plus,' I hastened to add, 'there'll be all kinds of fringe benefits for your bread. I mean, this won't have to be the last time we have fun and games. There can be all the fucking in the world between us. That's your end of it-that's what you'll get out of it.
" 'I figure, even if you're married, where can you get pussy like mine? Your wife ought to be just about your age by now, and her cunt ought to be pretty sloppy and loose. I offer you a tight, young cunt that'll hold up for a long time. And all you have to give in return is your magnificent prick and a little bread on the side. That sounds fair, doesn't it?' I was talking real fast so he couldn't stop me before it had all sunk in and he made the wrong choice in a hurry
" 'Before you make any snap decisions, just let the whole idea sink in, Craig. It's not like I'm blackmailing you or anything. I'm just trading you pleasure for pleasure ... dig? You give me bread to buy my pleasures, and I'll let you use my cunt for your kind of pleasures ... tit for tat.'
" 'Of all the ... I never ... I can't believe this is actually ... my God! Lorianne! Do you realize what you're saying? What you're asking? What you mean? Lorianne!' He was so flustered that he just couldn't get his words all straight. And here he was such a bright guy. But, this was the normal reaction from most of the guys I had propositioned this way. It just took a little getting used to, that's all.
" 'Now, Craig, please calm down. Think about it! It could work out just fine. You like my big tits, don't you? And my cunt was nice and tight and juicy, wasn't it?' He was nodding ever so slightly in answer to these questions. 'Well, what the hell! Would you rather I pull out the kleenex and yell for Miss P-- ... and show her the come-your come-dripping down my legs? That'd end your lovely career. They'd never let you near kids ever again. Man, your wife might even leave you! You got a career and a family-I presume-to think about before you go and make the wrong decision. Just think on that for-a bit before you give me an answer.'
"Craig's face got all screwed up and I could see color starting to rise up from below his collar as his face began to flush again. He really didn't know whether to really blow his cool, or cool it. Actually, I hadn't left him much choice, and he knew it. Or, if he was thinking straight, he knew it. If he blew his cool, we'd both had it ... but I had sized him up as a pretty smart guy, and I was fairly sure that he was going to take me up on my proposition after he got used to the idea. It always took awhile.
"Finally, the redness began to leave his face and the beginnings of a smile started to crack at the corners of his wide mouth. Then his blue-gray eyes started to crinkle a little at the edges and underneath, and before I knew it, my handsome Craig was grinning from ear to ear. Before I realized it, he was actually laughing! Laughing! That had never happened before! I'd had many responses, but never broad laughter!
"I stood there, leaning against his desk, my mouth hanging open a little as he said, 'Lorianne! You really are the one! I have never run into anything like you in all my years of teaching, counseling, and principaling. You are really something else altogether! And you're just what I've been looking for! Exactly! You little minx! You had me pegged, all right. I do have a wife with a loose and sloppy cunt whom I'd like to trade in on two twenties-but one fifteen-year-old would do even better! With you in my pocket I'd never have to worry about jealousy or your forcing me to marry you. All you want out of me is a little spending money-bread, you call it-and you'll give me everything I've been searching for, for these last few years.'
"His words stunned me and took me completely off balance. His reaction was the last type of reaction I could have expected. Some of the men I had propositioned had given in for one reason or another, but none had been as elated as Craig. It was almost too good to be true, and I wasn't too sure that he might not be laying some sort of a trap for me-after the trap I had laid for him. But the look on his face and the ring of his words seemed too genuine to be false; there was truth in his eyes and his voice-and his words made a lot of sense. Man, had I made it or had I made it? Here I had hooked the principal of the whole fucking junior high school! Man, if only there vas somebody I could share this with-but r never had anyone I could really rap with anyway.
"Craig, seeing that my facial expression had changed from one of cocksure victor to dumbstruck victor, laughed hard and loud. So loud, in fact, that Miss P-'s shadow appeared through a crack in the doorway as she swung the heavy wooden door open. With acute hearing like that, it was a wonder that she hadn't heard our panting and moaning and barged in to investigate long ago! But, I guess, of all the noises she had expected to hear coming from that room, laughter-especially the principal's-was the last thing she had expected. Her sour-lemon look told us both as much.
" 'Anything I can do for you, Mr. J--? ' she said, wrinkling her nose up as if smelling something rancid.
" 'No, Miss P-, thank you. Everything is completely under control here. Lorianne has explained herself to my total satisfaction and everything is fine-just fine.' "
Our subject, here, is pedophilia. Of course, that doesn't mean that other elements are not present also. As in the case of so many other aberrational or near-aberrational sexual inclinations, instances of pedophilia are usually accompanied by a whole host of other psychologic factors. One might even say that pedophilia is as much a symptom as it is a disease. And, complicating all this, we must take into consideration that pedophilia is, in slight degree, a "mirror-response" phenomenon; that is, in its more adult forms (meaning when the focal child is-or appears to be-a near-adult), pedophilia cannot be very successful unless it evokes a response in the other party. This response is called gerontophilia (love of the aged), and contains many of the same psychologicingredients as pedophilia-in somewhat the same manner that sadism and masochism complement each other. Insofar as aggression and dominance play an important role in the more aggravated cases of gerontophilia, we shall save the bulk of our comments regarding this reciprocal aberration for the case titled "Elaine Ross-Little Girl Blue." These prefacing remarks will deal with the essential topic, pedophilia.
Pais and paidos are from the Greek and mean child. Philos, also Greek, means lover of. Therefore, pedophilia means lover of children. It happens to be a socially abhorrent practice, almost universally regarded as dangerous, vile, depraved, etc. Most uninformed persons seem to think of the pedophile as a torturer, a sadist, a violent man. Usually, this is not the case. In fact, such things are clearly contrapsychologic to the makeup of this type of person. Psychologists are more prone to regard pedophilia as an affliction, which is, at the same time, both progressively insidious and involuntary. Very often, true pedophilia is manifest in acts of an approval-seeking nature, such as exhibitionism. By and large, pedophiliacs are frightened, docile, bedeviled men (sometimes women) who have little, if any, control over their driving sexual impulses. It should not be thought that pedophiliacs plan their acts, or that they act with any degree of choice. They are, in the highest sense of the word, sexually-driven persons.
Pedophilia occurs in both men and women. It is quite rare in women (approximately one-thirtieth the male frequency), and also somewhat rare in males under twenty-five years of age. Usually, when apparent pedophilia occurs in a boy of eighteen, say, other factors are present to indicate that the root disorder lies in another area. The incidence of bodily harm as a result of a pedophile's actions is not common, although it happens. The incidence of psychologic harm to the child is another matter entirely, and is certainly a matter of concern. There are many records of psychic damage occurring in prepubescent females in such a degree that recovery was only possible through years of psychiatric attention. This, of course, should be the central concern of the public, who seem overly preoccupied with the physical safety of the child.
There are etymological arguments regarding the term pedophilia, as well as psychological arguments dealing with its causes and effects. Addressing ourselves to the former premise, it should be mentioned that the Anglicization pedo means not only child, but since it transalphabetizes from the Greek sound paidos, it implies love of a male child. For this reason, and others, there has been a trend materializing during the past decade or so to be more specific in terminology. Hence, many clinicians today employ the word nymphophilia to describe attraction to under-age girls, and reserve the term pedophilia for attraction to under-age boys. Neither term either implies or rejects a homosexual component. This book, then, deals with four cases of nymphophilia and one of pedophilia. As stated, gerontophilia is implicit in several of our histories.
Psychologically, the attraction to children represents a flight from confrontation with normal heterosexuality or "normal" homosexuality. In either case, the nymphophile or pedophile is acting out normal sexual aggressions in an abnormal manner, if only in a biological sense. The child-lover is usually beset with doubts regarding his or her sexual prowess or attractiveness or ability to cope sexually with chronological peers. The overriding element here is fear of criticism, which, to the child-lover, is tantamount to proof of failure. It is because of such a feared circumstance, for that matter, that the nymphophile refuses to face it. His outlet, then, becomes those sexual objects not sophisticated enough to know the difference. His personal rationalization is entirely different, however, and he is usually one of the last to understand the dynamics which drive him. To understand more clearly this phenomenon, let us quote from The Encyclopedia of Human Behavior: Psychology, Psychiatry, and Mental Health, by Robert M. Goldenson, as follows:
Pedophiles are usually men who fondle a child of either sex, exhibit themselves, or attempt intercourse. They may occasionally induce the child to manipulate their own sex organs, and sometimes engage in anal or oral homosexual contact with young boys. Deviates of this type vary in educational background and fall into two major groups, one around thirty years and the other from fifty years up. A few are adolescents who are retarded in social and phychosexual development. The older group have usually been married and tend to seek out younger children; the younger group (of males) more often become involved with adolescent girls . ...
. . . (Researchers)...(1961) ... describe the dynamics of pedophilia in the following terms: "Pedophiliacs are particularly afflicted with anxiety regarding their sexual potency. like the rapist, the pedophiliac is not a hypersexed individual, but one whose sexual impulses are distorted by crippling anxiety. A large number give histories of impotence or partial impotence. It is evident that the pedophiliac's inferiority feelings lead him to search for younger and less formidable love objects whose ignorance would prevent his deficiency from becoming obvious. The child sexual object saves the offender's ego from blows which might prove destructive to his mental equilibrium."
The psychological pattern is somewhat different for the two age groups. Younger male offenders generally feel inadequate and are afraid of rejection when they approach women. They seek contact with children in order to meet sexual needs without the risk of failure and humiliation. These men are usually unable to establish normal sexual relationships with women of their own age and do not play an adequate role in the community. Many of them are ambulatory schizophrenics or schizoid personalities who-do not realize how eccentric their behavior is. They usually rationalize their actions by blaming them on alcohol or claiming that they were seduced by the boy or girl-a claim that has been substantiated in a few cases. In this connection it is interesting that most of the offenders and their victims knew each other before the incident.
Middle-aged offenders are frequently borderline psychotics, or in some cases overt psychotics who are conflicted over homosexual tendencies. Instead of becoming full homosexuals, they occasionally molest or seduce under-age boys. The oldest group of offenders is composed largely of senile psychotics who have lost the ability to inhibit their impulses as a result of chronic alcoholism, paresis, or brain disease of the senile or arteriosclerosis type. Some are actually impotent, others are fearful of losing their potency and are seeking to reassure themselves. In some cases these men are lonely individuals who simply want to show affection to a small girl, but the child has been warned so frequently about strange men that she becomes hysterical, and as a result the man is imprisoned for attempted rape . ...
On the other side of the coin, we find ourselves confronted with another phenomenon which both complicates the matter, and introduces a whole new set of considerations. In the natural course of events, pedophiles are psychologically considered to exist in a semi-vacuum; that is, both psychologists and the legal authorities somehow imagine that older men are motivated and aroused solely from within-when, in fact, more imaginative clinicians are keenly aware that the exhibitionistic or seductive actions of nymphets can very often serve to arouse a man who might be considered perfectly normal otherwise. It is the nature of normal men to imagine sexual congress with women other than their wives, and the closer to chastity the images materialize, the more exciting the thoughts. It is therefore not too unusual for hitherto normal men to find themselves conjuring up the figure, the sexuality, and the person of someone who exemplifies all the things he at one time envisioned and saw exemplified in his wife or some other love/sex object. Oddly, the most mature of men seem to have little defense against such images, provided they are symbolic of some maturation. As it happens, many girls of age twelve to fourteen-considered prepubescent chronologically-are well-enough developed to evoke sexual images in the most morally aware of men. In a manner of speaking, the age and the times have conspired against the well-adjusted man to make him a possible victim of desires that only a few decades ago would have been considered aberrational, without qualification. In short, he faces tests and provocations today his father did not. The pigtails and gingham are gone. The twelve and thirteen-year-old of this generation knows a great deal about sex, and she makes sure she looks the part. Sometimes it is so slickly pulled off-the apparition of maturity, we mean-one would swear the mother had conspired to create the illusion.
Altogether, then, the picture has changed effectively. The pedophiliac is both threatened and protected by this upheaval of custom, in that he is subjected to more exposure to enticing young females, and simultaneously buffeted by a more liberal code.
In general, it must be observed that several other factors have served-in all times past, it seems-to protect the nymphophile. Oftentimes, when reading of such case histories, it seems extraordinary that men can engage over such extended periods of time in practices so strongly condemned by society. Not the least of these reasons is that families are so reluctant to involve their small daughters in such a tawdry business, knowing full well that their reputation will be besmirched, in any event. Gebhard, P., et al, in Sex Offenders, remark that "it is evident that a reasonably prudent pedophile can indulge in his predilections for years before the human law and the law of averages catch up with him. In fact, our most extensive pedophile, who had sexual contact with hundreds of little girls and boys, died in his sixties with never an arrest and only a few 'close calls' in his case history."
The female pedophile (concerning whom we relate one case history in this book) is quite a different type of person. Usually, her reasons can be directly extrapolated to the age of her young paramour. If the male child is quite young (under 12, roughly), it is--likely we are dealing with a sexually displaced motherhood frustration, especially if the female is childless or if her children are grown and gone. If the boy is in the pubescent bracket (13-14; sometimes to 15) it is probable the older woman is reacting to doubts and insecurities dealing with her own lost youth, hoping perhaps to regain the aura of youthfulness through a combination of conquest and association; if the young man's age is 16 through 18, a different form of pedophilia becomes evident-the primary feminine motive then becomes predominantly physical. She equates his budding manhood with the highest form of available sexuality-in short, she sees her consort as a most probable stud. This type of woman should not really be regarded as a pedophile, since her motives are simple and rather forthrightly apparent. They are, for that matter, easily redirected to other, more realistic, sexual objects; hence the clinical reluctance to regard this woman's actions as aberrational.
The public view of the nymphophile is that of a vile lecher who is constantly preying on very young, very helpless girls. Sometimes, of course, this is true. More often, it is an absurdity, as is borne out by later examination and analysis of those who are detected. Very often, these men are reacting to formidable-and impossibly burdensome-psychic forces which build and build until the crescendo of unrelievable tension brinks the dam. like the fetishist, whose whole life is spent fighting off unlivable compulsions, the nymphophile is faced with dread urgings which well up, little by little, until they become the singlemost important thing in his awareness. Earlier, we quoted the Encyclopedia of Human Behavior as saying that pedophiles (nymphophiles) were often schizophrenic, etc. One is called upon to consider soberly which came first: the split personality which allowed a duality of consciences, or the tendency toward immature sexual objects which then forced the division of mental outlooks and the attenuation of certain awarenesses.
This book does not deal in the main with female pedophilia (one chapter includes this as part of a troilistic debauchery with an aunt and uncle), nor does it deal at all with homosexual pedophilia. It is, essentially, a book concerning aggressive (or at least compliant) young females. Although it takes us somewhat afield of our original topic, it will be necessary to devote the contents of one chapter analysis to this subject, since the aggression displayed in increasing measure by the "tart-teens" (and even sub-teens) of our society, serves-among other things-the purposes of the nymphophile, and acts as a dangling carrot to the near or latent nymphophile. One of the outgrowths of the philosophy of the "now" generation is the dangerously fast maturation process which effectively denies children the normal growth they need. As in the case of extremely gifted children with soaring I.Q's-they have knowledge, but not experience; thus they remain "kids," even though they may carry knowledge which would have staggered the minds of their scientist-fathers. The "school years," the quiet and sinless approach to first love, and then first sex, the slow and sure formulation of ideas and ideals-are all part of a natural scheme which can only suffer if it shrinks.
The aggressive young female is not unknown to other times in history. But the general role she plays in society has not really been played before. She is an interesting phenomenon.
We shall make other observations, of course, calling freely upon the observations of such notable writers as R.E.L. Masters and Havelock Ellis. Nymphophilia is a fairly well understood phenomenon, although, admittedly, much of the writing available is speculative. The proof is in the results, and recent records are indicating that certain forms of nymphophilia, dealt with in time, respond remarkably well to treatment.