Wilma Freidman - Sorority Affair

"‘Damn it, I don't mean to stick-your prick up her asshole,' George said. ‘I mean her cunt hole. Don't you know how a girl's cunt can be stretched! How the luck do you think a woman has a baby! Jenny lays real still, see, and raises her top leg a little, and all you have to do then is force your cock in her pussy right alongside of mine. You grease it up first with this vaseline. We don't want to hurt her none.'

"Now, maybe this sounds silly, but instead of being terrified at what my brother was proposing to do with me, I was excited and intrigued by it. ‘Roy was shocked. ‘Why goddamn it all! I ain't gonna do no such fucking thing. It ain't hardly proper, me and you rubbing our pricks together like that, like a couple of cocksucking queers or something!'"

This remark of George's twenty-year-old friend was typical, although what was being proposed by Jenny's brother is quite common in a troilistic sexual act. Many sexologists are-of the opinion that there is a very strong component of latent homosexuality in any man who enjoys such an act-a strong component because his penis must out of necessity come into contact with the organ of the other man. Other sexologists disagree, feeling that the woman is really the prime source of enjoyment, even to the subconscious factors of the males involved.

"‘Oh hell,' my brother said. ‘That don't mean no never mind. It ain't like we was fucking each other in the asshole. Come on, let's luck her before we lose our hard-on.'

"They both got on the bed, George in front of me, Roy in back. My brother slithered his cock into my cunt first, without any difficulty. ‘Don't move none, Sin. You lay absolutely still so Roy can work his cock in.'

"Roy began moving in his vaseline-coated prick. Finally it was all in me-an extremely tight fit, but somehow-to my surprise and Roy's-he could still move it in and out, fucking me. Yet, when you stop to consider that Roy's cock wasn't very large, it wasn't as hard, to take both of them as you would expect. Roy's cock is so small I can almost get all of it inside my mouth when I suck him off… not like my brother's, whose cock is just too damn big!

"I didn't move a muscle and Roy and my brother began fucking me. I tell you, they drove me absolutely insane-almost instantly-almost out of my ever fucking mind with those deliciously thrusting pricks! It was so fucking good I even screamed when they came off in me, when I felt their come shooting in those rubbers and tickling my pussy walls. It was… good!

"We did it that way a lot of times after that… Roy and ml brother changing places, but I had to be in the same position all the time. Sometimes, one would fuck me from behind while I sucked the other off. I don't mind swallowing the come now, either. In fact, I really get a charge out of drinking their come. Once, at my brother's request, I licked Roy's asshole and jacked him off at the same time, with my brother watching and beating his cock to a conic. At first I didn't want to do that, but I finally did after they gave me five dollars to buy a new bible with."

This young girl's case is not exceptional in the annals of brother-sister sexual relationships involving incest-pedophilia, her story being all too common and ordinary to the ears of doctors and social workers. The case serves to illustrate how a young preteen girl's libido can be channeled and conditioned into enjoying a deviation to the extent that she even accepts the paraesthesia as normal. It is not guesswork to say that the prognosis for such unfortunate children is always on the dark side without doubt. Very frequently, accepting such perversions as the sexual order of the day, they become vicious perverts and pedophiles themselves in later years; often a complex of guilt and shame will drive them into the open arms of neuroses, into alcoholism and quite often to suicide. At minimum, they become promiscuous.

Mother and son incest-pedophilia does occur. It is more rare than the other forms; still it does occur, and not as infrequently as the average person might think. When it does, the mother always occupies the dominant position in the family, or else the father is either absent or very subordinate. As for social and emotional relations between mother and son, when such an incestuous affair occurs, they are of two types One, when the son is the aggressor, the participants can be either distant or close. Two, when the mother is the aggressor, then emotional contact is intimate yet hostile-but not in all cases. As a rule the sex culture of the family will be found to be very loose, as can be seen by the following case.

Joey was thirteen years old, the son of prosperous farmers. His sister Glena was seventeen. Joey slept in a bedroom next to his parents' room, and often he could hear them engaged in sexual intercourse… hear his mother groaning and panting and crying out, telling his father to, "Do it harder! Pound my cunt, honey! Rip my goddamn hot pussy apart with your wonderful cock!" Joey had never had sex with a girl and he had never seen a man and woman engaged in any act of sex; however, he did know what sex was all about. He did know what his father and mother were doing in their bedroom He did know what fuck was having discussed the entire process with his friends, one of whom had even stolen a book from his father's library which was filled with photographs of men and women in various positions of intercourse. All this was very fascinating to Joey, who speculated what it must be like to have intercourse with a girl, and he thought it would be very nice to have a girl kiss and lick his penis and for him to suck at her vagina. He often watched Glena parading around in shorts and wondered what her pussy and titties looked like. I sure would like to see her naked, Joey often thought, after which he would get an erection and go out to the outdoor toilet and masturbate; or he would take the Sears catalog with him and play with his penis while looking at the pictures of women in underclothing. The illustrations of women's thighs and legs also made his penis hard; he would look at them too and masturbate, climaxing in his hand.

In the summer of his thirteenth birthday, Joey saw his mother and father engaged in sexual intercourse. It happened quite by accident one morning, after Joey had risen early. He couldn't sleep because of the heat and. had decided to get up and go lay in the hammock in the yard. He was stepping into his pants when he heard them through the wall… his mother and father in the next room. Joey put his ear to the thin wall. "I'll suck you first," his father was saying, "then we'll lap fuck." Joey's mother mumbled something, but Joey could not make out her words, except the word prick.

It was daylight. The sun was just rising in the east. Joey realized that if he left the house and slipped around to their window, he might be able to actually see them doing it. It would be difficult for them to see him, as they would have to look at the sun streaming in through the east window.

Joey quickly finished dressing, after which he carefully tiptoed from the house, carefully closing the screen door behind him. His heart pounded furiously as he made his way along the side of the house, finally around the corner and sliding carefully up to the window of his parents' bedroom. His mouth was full of hot cotton as he peeked in. What he saw was the old man on his knees, by the side of the bed, his face buried in his mother's hair-lined vagina. Joey's mother was lying on her back, across the bed, her head on a big pillow, her mouth slack, her eyes glazed and staring at the ceiling. Her arms were outstretched, her hands opening and closing. Joey could barely make out what she was saying. "Ooohhh, Dale, you do that so well. A little higher… ‘there! Ooohhh… that's it; right on the button! Suck it, honey… move your tongue on it fast, yes, now in and out of my pussy.