Ward Fulton - The Forbidden Family Game

She also suffered from another facet of parental neglect. She had no one to inculcate into her what Miss Helen Coad of the California Youth Authority calls "the middle-class mores." Maxwell Douglas, in his work The Documented Story of Sub-Teen Sex quotes Miss Coad as saying: "In many, many cases we are not dealing with, youngsters who have been raised by the middle-class mores by which most of us live. Theirs is too often a completely different set of values in which honesty and integrity and even sex do not have the same value as ours."

Douglas further identifies these "middle-class mores" as "the finest values by which we live-honesty, personal integrity, virtue, courtesy, kindness -all the basic plus values of life in America."

The child certainly received no training in these "middle-class mores" from her parents, since she rarely saw them. She probably had perfectly adequate "training" in them from expert hired help-the various governesses and nurses. However, to offset whatever effectiveness such paid instruction may have given the child, the little girl herself saw her parents as not living by any of these "rules." She seems to have felt, with tremendous intensity, what she regarded as the falsity of their lives, in every respect except sex, of which the child up to the point of the seduction of Phil, was only faintly aware. So, it is likely, she would consider them false in their sex relations (if she thought about it).

The intensity of her emotional drives-exemplified in her swift reactions to sex-can be considered almost in inverse ratio to the deprivation of parental love and guidance she suffered so completely. Her complete response to sexual stimuli, even to violent orgasm on her initial seduction (and repeated later), is rare, even in adult females. It argues for the tremendous tensions built up in the child by contrast between the luxury with which she was surrounded and the unnatural neglect by parents who outwardly and very publicly advocated tender, loving care.

Obviously here was a child who had an abundance of loving affection to give-perhaps an abnormal amount, though that is difficult to define-and no normal outlet for it, no-parents whom she could love with warmth and affection. She channeled all that warmth into one element, sex.

Her response to sexual stimuli, as she has reported, was violent and active, extremely rare in a virgin and not too frequent in adult females. Karl Bernhardt, in Natural Sex Techniques, an intensive study of sexual response, says:

The sex act for both parties… is a gradual build-up of tension and exquisite release. In the male this takes the form of an ejaculation, after which he is temporarily impotent. The emotional release of the ejaculation is intense and exciting. In the female, the sex tension is generally built up at a slower pace to an almost excruciating tension, and then comes the release of orgasm. This may be an almost gentle affair, approximately little more than the realization that the nearly unbearable tension is over, replaced by a superlatively wonderful languor, which tends to subside slowly, usually in about the same time ratio as the initial buildup.

Some few highly sexed women do have highly explosive orgasms accompanied by screams, clutches and clawing as well as other outward manifestations of excitement… The reactions vary with the physical and emotional make-up of the female…

As the girl tells it, she was certainly well coordinated physically, under a rigid regime of gymnastics and sports, that provided her with a phenomenally well-developed body. Emotionally repressed, living in a corseted vacuum, with few outside contacts for comparison, the child could easily mistake minor erotic impulses, common to all girls at puberty, for actual sexual needs. Lacking parental guidance in "the middle-class mores," she simply let herself go.

With good physical equipment and thoroughly suppressed emotional drives (toward need for affection, not necessarily sex), Fay entered her initial sex act prepared for vast and intense excitement- undoubtedly through her own fantasizing, based on whispered gossip and rumor rampant among the girls at her school. The accuracy of the rumors and the information they imparted would have nothing to do with Fay's reactions.

There is a faint hint, underlying Fay's elaborate and verbose accounts of her various delinquencies, that she was again fantasizing, exaggerating somewhat her physical response to sex. Some of this is indicated in her preoccupation with the physical position assumed for coitus and in skipping accounts of many of her sexual adventures that were repeats of past performances.

Bernhardt, in Natural Sex Techniques, states: "A change in position… varies the sexual response of both parties… There are almost an infinite number of possible variables in degree of response… " and adds that there are "more than forty basic positions for the sex act, with minor variations that… approach one hundred."

Fay apparently aimed at trying out as many of the forty or more positions as she could master-or had a responsive partner for. This tends to argue that her professed violent response was perhaps not as violent as she pretended and that she needed constant change to stimulate her to coital response.

"My really first 'outside' activity, aside from Phil, was my eurhythmics instructor. You know, posture dancing, with leaps and gavottes. Not quite ballet but close. We worked in our private gym, in leotards. Luigi was cute-not so tall but magnificently built. Not Muscle Beach stuff but slim and sleek, the way a dancer should be. With a tremendous bulge at his groin, really huge. It fascinated me. I didn't learn until later that a lot of it was padding, a sort of special jock strap, so he wouldn't injure his manliness in some of the splits and leaps and all he would do.

"I was getting on toward fourteen then and my breasts had really developed. I've heard girls say that if you fuck young they won't develop much, but it didn't work that way with me. I mean, Phil and I had been getting in some good screwing for about a year by then, and my breasts were still developing. Maybe not as much as they might have if I hadn't been fucking Phil. I don't know. I just know they were a very nice size for the rest of me-and weren't like withered lemons.

"I'd grown a bit in that year, too. My legs were nicer, smoother and rounder, and longer. And my rump was nicely rounded. My hips still weren't much, not broad or anything like that. And my stomach was flat. Well, that was one of the things this eurhythmic dancing was supposed to do, keep my body trim and supple.

"I had new leotards, naturally. But for this particular session with Luigi I located last year's pair which were almost too tight. I could barely wriggle into 'em, especially since I had snipped the threads on a couple of strategic seams and had to be very careful. I didn't want anything to split until the right moment. I fixed a shoulder strap to go first, so. it would pop and show at least one teat. And the seam at my crotch-just enough to show pink me under the black leotard, at a very interesting spot. And the side seam, from under my arm down to the hip. When that gave, I could practically step out of 'em naked. I didn't wear the tights, planning to tell Luigi they were too hot, but actually because they're hard to get out of, like panty hose.

"I didn't need to tell Luigi anything about it being too hot. I had scarcely got to the gym before Luigi was sweating, trying not to stare at me. I knew the old leotards were pretty nearly skin tight-or tighter, since they seemed about to burst. What J didn't know was that the crotch seam had already parted, ahead of schedule and wider than I meant it to, so Luigi-who has a hot Latin temperament even if he comes from Brooklyn-could look right at my cunt, a nice, pink little fold in my flesh, without any pubic hair to obscure the erotic view.