Case History 8
Subject: Tuesday J. Age: Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Tuesday was one of the most innocent run-aways an analyst could hope to meet. In spite of the fact that she was living by her wits alone on the streets of the hippie section, she seemed to have lost none of the gentle and childlike grace that a girl her age living in a more normal environment should have.
For all her interviews, she dressed in simple muslin gowns, and always had ribbons and cloth daisies twined into her braids. It was difficult to associate such a pleasant appearance with the kind of life that she was leading. This became even more difficult as her story unfolded.
I guess you could say that I was one of the lucky ones. As soon as I ran away from home, that very same day that I got off the bus in the hippie section, this bunch of really groovy kids was beautiful enough to take me in.
Some kids have to roam the streets for months before they find a place that they can sleep in. And I didn't have to worry about getting in with the wrong crowd, because there kids were loving and gentle, just like I try to be.
I have to be that way. It's very important to me that I spread peace and love wherever I can, because I never saw any of that stuff at home. My parents were fighting with each other.
And they would call each other all sorts of terrible names and throw things around the house. Sometimes it was really awful, and if one of us kids happened to be in the way, we would get hit too.
After a while, we got pretty good at hiding. But then one night, it got really bad, and my mother went after my father with a carving knife. So I bundled up the little ones, and took them across the street to my aunt's house. And then I snuck up the back stairs, and packed my camp duffle bag, with much food and stuff, plus my favorite dresses like this one. I could have taken some money out of my mother's purse.
But I had some of my own from my baby-sitting, and I didn't want to do one bad thing. Not like they were doing all the time. So I ran away, and that very first night I lay in Robbie's arms and he made such sweet love to me that it didn't hurt at all.
Everything felt so right when I was with them. And making love was so natural from the way they explained it to me, that I was happy and proud that I was going to be included in something that lovely. It was all so good and so wonderful that I really got into making love in a big way. Didn't take me much time at all.
Like our Valentine's ceremony. Everybody got naked, and we gave each other flowers and apples as tokens of our love. When I was laying down and leaning against this cushion, just kind of playing with myself because it seemed like such a natural thing to do, Robbie took his flower and put the stem of it right into my hole.
And then he twisted it around in there for a little bit. You know what he did then? When he took it out, he put the whole stem into his mouth, and then he chewed it all up, just like it was the sweetest kind of candy. I thought that was a very lovely compliment.
Then he sat down facing me, and his legs stretched out alongside my thighs. I was playing with myself again, and he started masturbating too. We were communicating.
"You frig yourself just beautifully."
"And I like the way you do that too."
"Life is so wonderful here."
"Yes. A shame that more people can't be this natural."
It is a shame too. Because the two of us, just like some of the others do, thought that it was the most natural thing in the world to be together like that, and be able to masturbate and talk about whatever came into our heads, going on like that until we came.
A lot of people would think we were crazy. And there are some kids on the streets who might say that we should have been fucking instead of bothering with kid stuff.
I don't know why Robbie got into stuff like that every once in a while. But I do know why I did.
It was because my folks would always wind up fucking, even after they had one of those terrible brawls. My father would say that she had to put out for him, and show him that she respected him. And if she didn't do it, he would start to beat her up again. .That's not what sex is all about. And no adult can tell me that it is. Sex should be making love, the way I do with my friends. And it doesn't matter if we're married or not.
Because this way we have the freedom to choose another partner if our vibes don't mix well. Look at my parents. Because they're Catholics, they say that they're stuck with each other.
What kind of way is that to live? My mother never knows when he is going to take an ax and maybe chop off her head. And my mother can get pretty violent too. It got so that I just couldn't stand looking at either one of them. And the little ones are safe now too.
So I don't see any reason why I should have to go back. They picked me up for being a juvenile, but when I told them my story, they weren't in such a hurry to send me back home. They're still trying to find out where I live. But I guess they still haven't or they wouldn't be keeping me in this lovely cottage with the other girls.
I wasn't the youngest one, neither. Missy was only thirteen. But they took her along with them because Robbie, he's my special, is her older brother. His parents were both drunks, and when he ran away, he was afraid to leave her behind.
You see how we kids stick together, and how we take care of each other? Isn't our way really better than theirs?
And I never did anything really bad. At least not the way I see it. My group never touched drugs or alcohol, and we don't eat flesh. We sing songs in the street for a few pennies, and we use those pennies to buy up the bruised fruit from the vegetable stands.
One man who has a stand like that lilies me especially. And he always has a nice basket of fruit, some of it still pretty fresh, waiting for me when he knows that it's my turn to come around.
Then he takes me into the back of the store, and puts his hand under my dress. Once he felt up my breasts, and once or twice he put his hand into my panties. But that's all he ever did. He just said that he thought I had a lovely body, and it was his way of admiring it. I thought it was a very lovely thing to say to me, and so of course I let him do it. It's only natural, now isn't it?
He gave me such a lovely basket of stuff that time. And when it was time for me to go, he put some carrots and green peppers up on the top, that were so beautiful and fresh.
When I got back to our pad that night, the gang had a real celebration. One of the other girls had made out pretty well too. She had some cheese and bread. With our bottle of fruit punch that we kept making from stuff we had left over, it was a real feast.
Robbie was so very proud of me. He was the one that took me in the first place. He was laying down on his pillows, and playing with himself while I fed him fruit and cheese in little bits and pieces. It was so nice to see the way it was very hard and stood straight up.
I really think that a hard prick is a very beautiful thing. I admire it, and I respect it too. And when Robbie had his worked up to stand there so nice and straight, I had to tell him so.
"I love you, Rob."
"And I love you."
"I also love your prick."
"It is beautiful, isn't it?"
"Oh, yes ... very beautiful."
"The nicest one?"
"We're not supposed to say things like that, and you know it. All pricks are equal here." "I forgot."
"But I do love this one because it belongs to you. Let me have it and I will show you how much."
So I took it in my hand, and then I started to rub it all over my face. And whenever it passed across my mouth, I kissed it to show him how much I loved his prick.
"Show me more." "Anything, my love."
"How about coming up here and fucking me?"
"Never say no to that."
And I did love to make love with Robbie. Because it wasn't anything like what my parents did. When Robbie and I did it, it was all so free and natural, so uninhibited.
Like the way we made love that time. I climbed up on top of his body, and then I put my legs on both sides of him. I'm sure my mother would never have done a thing like that with my father.
All I had to do from there was take his prick in my hand and start to push it into myself. It went in very deep, and it did feel very good. Very good.
I started to play with his little nipples just the way he liked me o, and then I started to bounce up and down on that lovely prick. It really felt terrific to be getting it into me like that.
"So lovely, my dear."
"I like the way it feels."
"Then fuck your little heart away while I lay here and look up into your sweet, pretty face."
You see what I mean? We could be making love, as hot and passionate as could be. But we would never forget to tell each other things about beauty and love.
We happened to be alone in one room of the pad when we started going at it like that. But some of the kids had finished eating then-food in the kitchen and came inside to join us.
Since everything was all so natural in our bunch, I didn't even think of stopping what I was doing when they all sat down on the floor around us and watched. I was so happy to have my dear friends around me at a time like that, that I started to work even harder, so Robbie would be very proud of me, and they would see how much pleasure I was giving him. Especially his little sister.
"Coming! Coming!"
"Let it happen, my love. Shoot all that beautiful white stuff right up into me. I love it so much."
I leaned over for just a minute to give him a beautiful little kiss on the tip of his nose. And then I sat up again and start to hop up and down on his big prick as hard as I could. It was really a great ride for both of us. And the kids who were sitting around and watching us, well they thought it was terrific too. I was very inspired that time.
And Robbie was very inspired too. He started to push his prick way up into me very fast, and pretty soon I felt all that lovely white hot stuff shooting all the way up inside of me. But I kept hopping myself up and down a lot.
But I got a little tired, so I lay down on top of him. But his prick felt so lovely inside of me that I didn't want him to take it away. Missy was clapping her hands. She was very happy for the way that I was taking care of her brother Robbie.
"I love you both so much."
"She did a wonderful job on my prick."
"She should. It's a real beauty."
"You think so too?"
"Oh, Yes Robbie. Yes I do."
"Then how about coming over here and kissing it until it's nice and clean. Tuesday will let you have it now."
"Please, Tuesday. May I?"
"Of course, my dear. It's your own sweet brother."
You see how natural everything is with us? It could never be that natural at home. I could just imagine what my mother would say if she ever came home and saw me kissing and licking all over my little brother's prick. She would have been horrified.
But Missy was only showing her brother how much she loved him. And none of us could see any harm in that. Not even her brother Robbie. She just came up right beside where we were laying.
And then she kissed me on my cheek. So of course, I kissed her right back. Robbie looked at me with such a lovely smile, and I knew that it was time to climb off him and leave him with his sister.
INTERVIEW TWO
I didn't have to leave the room, but because I respected the two of them so much, I moved behind the rest of the kids. It was a way that I could help Missy to be the star attraction.
She was a very shy girl and she missed not having much attention when they were at home. I loved them both so much, that I wanted her to have as much of the spotlight as she wanted with him.
But then when I was watching her start to lick him clean with her tongue, I was very moved by the closeness of the brother and sister. I guess all of us were. But maybe not as much as I was. Because I was so moved that I just had to move up close to her, and start kissing her pretty little neck, and then lick a little at her tiny little breasts.
She already had her brother's prick in her mouth, but she wasn't really ready for the whole crowd to be standing around there like that. So I knew just what to do that would take care of everything. I kissed her ear, and then I started saying things in there to give her courage.
Missy felt so good about the way I was helping her along, that she bent her head right down again, and started sucking away. So in no time at all, his prick was hard again. I don't think they ever tried that before. All of us were very quiet while we watched.
It was a very beautiful happening. We were all very moved to see a brother and sister could love each other so much. She was a very pretty picture bobbing her head up and down on his prick like that. And I kissed her and nibbled at her ear all the time.
That was the first time that I was a little jealous, though. And now I am truly ashamed of myself. It was just that I loved Robbie so much, and I had been thinking of cleaning off his prick myself.
So I looked around the room for another prick to clean, and pretty soon I came up with one. Tod had been working it up the ass of one of my best girlfriends, and it had all this slick brown stuff all over it.
Maybe you would say to me that I should have felt a little sick at the sight of it. Or maybe you would say that it was an awful thing to do. But either thing I would have to say no.
Because you just don't understand the way it is with us. To us, everything is beautiful. And since she was my very best girlfriend, I didn't see anything wrong with going right down on him, and licking all of her stuff and his right off his prick.
And it tasted very good to me. You can think yourself into tasting and smelling good stuff. Didn't you know that? To me it tasted like the most delicious prick I ever had. And especially since I couldn't get to the one that I wanted in the first place.
Robbie happened to see what I was doing then, and he thought that I had learned how to suck prick very well. All of us were looking for enough cash to buy a car together and go up to the woods for the summer. I was so happy to be going along with the rest of them that I was willing to do anything they wanted me to.
That was the same night that we all worked out our master plan for how we were going to get enough money together to buy the car, food and all the camping stuff that were going to be needed.
Everyone of us in the group was given an assignment. Mine was to go back to guys like the vegetable man who was hot for me. And I was supposed to ask him how much money he would give me if I went down on him. That first guy was the one I liked the best.
The others weren't as nice to me as he was. But the other girls in the group were all the time saying that he was the ugliest one of the bunch. Well, I may be the newest member of the group, but I didn't mind telling them they should not think bad things about people just because they weren't lucky enough to be born beautiful like we were.
To me, that man was beautiful because he was always so nice to me. Maybe the other vegetable men might have been younger, or a little cleaner, but they always came on to me like big tough guys.
So I just felt that he was the most beautiful guy of all. I went to him first and I asked hm how much he would give me, just like they told me to. He could have said two dollars or five dollars, and I think I would still have done it for him, because he also gave me a very nice salad that day.
But when he told me that he was going to give me ten dollars, and that he wanted me to keep five for myself. Well, I was very happy, and I knew that the gang would be very happy for me too.
But of course I told him that I couldn't keep the extra money for myself, but it was very nice of him to offer it to me. So when we went into the back room, I got down on my knees in front of him, I did the best sucking that I ever did for anybody.
He was all the time saying that he really didn't understand kids like us. He also said that he couldn't believe all the stuff I was saying about it really being love between all of us. So I knew this was the best way that I could show him that everything I was telling him was really true. I worked so hard at it.
"Do you see what I mean now?"
"Yes, I do."
"Then when I say I love you, you will understand the meaning of it as well. You are a beautiful man."
"And you are a very beautiful child. If you want to get away from that bunch, you could come and live with me."
"No. It wouldn't be the same."
"Why not?"
"Because you remind me too much of my father."
You see, doctor. I do. I think I gave him such a lovely blow-job because I wanted to show all the adults in the world how very lovely it can be when you do it so nice and natural.
Maybe it would have been even better if my parents could have been there to see me doing it with some of those people. If they could just see how beautiful it can all be when you make love instead of just fucking. Maybe then they wouldn't fight so much, and I could even go back home.
Because it doesn't look like I'm going to be able to go camping with the others after all. That is, unless you can tell those people that I'm really all right, and you think I can take care of myself.
They took Missy away too. But the others are old enough to stick together, and I just know that they would be there waiting for me if I would only be able to get away from that place and go back to them.
And that vegetable man would take me back too. I went to him another time and he wanted to give me twenty-five dollars if I would go to his apartment with him on the other side of town for just a couple of hours. It was such a lot of money, and I knew that the gang could really use it, so of course I said that it would be lovely.
I supposed he wanted to fuck since he was going to be giving me so much money and that was all right. Because he had a very nice prick, and it was always so hard and long. It felt a little guilty to be taking so much money from him when we were only going to be making love after all.
Maybe I shouldn't have taken any money at all for something as beautiful as that, but I knew that the gang needed it, and the man wanted me to have it very much.
We had a lovely fuck over at his apartment. Actually, we had two or three lovely fucks, and when he said that he was tired of fucking, he put his head between my legs, and then he ate me for his dessert.
He ate me in a very beautiful way, and when he was done I kissed him all over his body. Do you know why I kissed him like that? I just had to because he was such a beautiful man.
I think that you're a beautiful man too. And if you like, I can show you how much I love you. I can do it right here in this office. I could suck you off if you would like that, and when I am through you could tell me that I am a very beautiful child just the way he did tell me.
I just know that you would because all of the other men that I sucked so we could have enough money to go camping did. They all told me what a pretty girl I was, and what a beautiful, sweet child I was. I wish I had heard some of that stuff at home.
Do you know what I did the other night? I wrote a letter to my parents. I told them about the beautiful life I've been living.