Wilma Freidman - Sorority Affair

"Eddie also permitted the enjoyment of analingus, letting me work my tongue around his little asshole but not inside. He also let me suck him off once again. He was a nasty little boy, Eddie was. He enjoyed every minute of what I did to him, but he just wouldn't suck me off. In fact, he liked it so much, he even wanted to meet me again, but I never return to the same child. Children talk, tell their friends, and to return for a second time is far too dangerous.

"Little girls leave me absolutely cold and do not excite me in the least… and I can't stand to be as much as touched by an adult female. To me there is something hideously filthy about a man's putting his prick into the slimy pussy of a woman. The mere thought makes my flesh crawl. To me, to fuck a woman would be completely unnatural. Why, it would make me feel like some kind of pervert!"

Like a slowly-growing cancer, this man spreads perversion… silently and insidiously. It is a known fact that men-and women-who are now homosexual got that way because, as youngsters, they were introduced to abnormal sex practices by adults.

The sexual use of children has been a problem in all nations, throughout all periods of history. Maybe the word problem does not actually apply; some nations have not considered such as a problem. Children have been used sexually during the Middle Ages, often being sold by unfeeling-and unloving-parents to houses of ill repute, and as recently as the seventeenth century three and four year old girls were burned at the stake by one of the powerful church groups for copulating with demons. We know-from history-that little girls could copulate with demons because St. Thomas and St. Jerome said so. How can two great saints possibly be wrong?

Children were extensively used for sex during the Victorian era in which people had the dirtiest' minds and the greatest degree of hypocrisy in all history, an age in which, gentle ladies covered the legs of armchairs in order to,remove temptation from their husbands, while their husbands wallowed in vice in the privacy of brothels staffed by thousands of prostitutes. Children vanished every day off the filthy streets of London and other large cities, to wind up imprisoned in cribs as playthings for adults seeking to create a novel sexual situation, often to revel in the shame and confusion of the child victim. Boys were also kidnapped to be used for pederasty. Even today in some parts of Europe, in all large cities the markets for these deviant and perverted needs are well stocked; and there are places in some of our own largest cities to which a man-or woman-can go and, for a very stiff fee, have sexual experiences with a small boy or girl.

As for sexual activities with teenage girls-the United States is a pedophile's paradise. Nor does he have to use force whatsoever, not in a society in which parent permissiveness borders on almost a fear of one's own children… in a matriarchal society in which teenagers are pampered to the point of placing them on pedestals. In such a society, thousands of teenage girls are more than willing to shack up with an older male.

There is certainly more to the perversion than meets the public eye. Early and precocious sexuality in children is invariably a blunt invitation to the pedophiliac the open sesame that sends him rushing vigorously to his victim; another fact, unfortunate that it is, is that the pedophile seems to have an almost preternatural propensity for recognizing this trait in children.

We have a mother, not necessarily a pedophile, who recently found out just how interested in sexual matters her two daughters were. This woman-a widow- wanted better things for her family, and when she discovered her older daughter-thirteen-was a chronic masturbator, she began formulating a plan to better their financial state. The youngest daughter, Linda, was hardly eleven years old and not quite convinced about the plan. Yet, she was brought into the situation by the greed of her mother. Once the mother's plans were explained, Lois, the thirteen-year-old daughter, became quite enthusiastic about it, and between her and her mother, Linda was persuaded to go along reluctantly.

The plan was executed.

The number and variety of people who work in a big manufacturing plant always break down into certain types, particularly the men. Among the men there are the loners, the shy ones… who keep completely to themselves. There are the wolves who know everybody in the plant, men and women alike. They are the kind of people who are always selling punchboard chances, or tickets to a benefit raffle, and who are never without a little something of their own going.

Bernie and Jud fitted neatly into the glad-hander category. Rhetorically, they were gyro inspectors. Actually, they were the equivalent of the old-time town criers. They circulated everywhere, always bubbling with the latest news and gossip. In addition, they were incurable wolves, and Marsha's-the mother of Linda and Lois-succulent, swelling bottom had more than one black and blue mark put there by the friendly pinchings and feelings of the two inseparable men.

Marsha liked neither of them-Jud was too fat, his mouth was never entirely closed, and behind the constant good humor in his eyes, there was something secret and hidden. It was as if his exuberance were his only defense against the world, and, should it be stripped from him, he would be found naked, shriveled and vulnerable.

Bernie was different. He was a little weasel of a man, with long black hair so plastered down with grease that it might have been painted on his skull, and he wore a thin, black mustache. He did not move he scuttled and slithered. He would come up without warning, sneak a feel of some female's buttocks or breasts, at the same time distracting attention from his hands with an outflow of gossip and dirty, crude jokes in a high-pitched whine.

But there was no denying the two got around. How they kept their jobs and still circulated as they did, no one could say. They seemed to cover the entire plant-not only their own shop building, but all the others as well, not to mention the engineering department. Let a draftsman drop his pencil in the drawing room and Bernie would know about it in the shop before it was retrieved from the floor. Let a welder burn his hand on a piece of hot iron in the welding shop, and Jud would have made a joke of it in the other buildings before the company nurse had finished applying an ointment to the burns.‘

They also knew the deepest sexual desires of most of the men who worked in the huge plant.

Impatiently, the two men arrived at Marsha's apartment early. They barged in, their hair plastered with grease and cheeks reeking with cheap shaving lotion. Linda, the eleven-year-old daughter, was still in the bathtub. She heard the clamor of the men's stale good' humor in the living room, and stood up in the tub, reaching for a towel Before she could get her hand on it, the bathroom door banged open and Bernie slithered in.

His narrow eyes widened as he stared at the pretty nakedness of the young girl crouching in the tub. "God Almighty," he breathed in appreciation. "Oh, Christ look at that twat!"

Linda, blushing and frightened, felt nausea rising in her throat as the man's beady eyes moved over her immature body. She felt disgust, but her mother had said these two disgusting men must be humored. They must be shown a good time, mother said-so, instead of snarling the way she wanted to, Linda smiled a sweet "expression at him. She knew what she must do. Her smile ‘turned into a sensual, yet innocent welcome, invitational smile. Overcoming her fear of the disgusting man, Linda pulled her hands away from the concealed nakedness of her hairless vagina, arching her hips seductively.

"You could have knocked," she said softly, climbing from the tub, "but I suppose it really doesn't matter does it? I was ready to be dried anyway." She took the towel and handed it to him. "Here… want to do it for me… " she pouted childishly-sexily.