Wilma Freidman: Sorority Affair

Then she screamed.

His hammering blows were breaking through the numbness now. Roscoe was hitting her, slap after slap, on the youthful tender flesh of her almost nonexistent breasts, and the pain was excruciating. Linda whimpered, sobbing in fear as he slammed his fist into the softness of her eleven-year-old stomach. She felt her legs wobble and she almost fell. She doubled over, retching from the pain and revulsion, but there was no mercy in the brute. He knocked her erect again with a stinging slap to her chin, then began slapping hard at her small nubbin breasts. Linda went sprawling into the hot sand.

Then the big man was kicking her small, whimpering and defenseless body. His toes landed wherever he knew it would hurt the most. His bare, splay-toed foot slammed into her vagina hard, the toes entering the lips, bruising the delicate, sensitive flesh of delights which had so recently given him pleasure. Linda was screaming over and over, curling her body into a ball, trying to protect herself as much as possible. And there was no help for her… anywhere.

After what seemed a long time, she became aware that the kicking had stopped, though the pain went on and on. She heard Roscoe grunting softly, "Now we fuck, by God!"

Savagely he pulled the skimpy cloth from her body until she was naked, then he rolled the broken girl onto her stomach. She flopped inertly, too weak and beaten to protest. Roscoe was after the one place he had not kicked her. He wanted to ram his erect phallus into her tight rectum once again. Linda realized how sore she was back there, thinking she could not take that monster into her bowels again… not so soon. It would surely split her it would kill her…

"No," she whimpered in fear. "Please, not there not up my asshole! No… it's sore… Please, oh God, Please… not my asshole… Anyplace My pussy… here, let me suck you off. You like that, don't you? I'll suck your cock good… I'll do it real nice for you, but… not in mg asshole!"

"I'll fuck you in the goddamn asshole," Roscoe growled. "I like that tight little hole. Now shut your cock-sucking mouth!" With his hands he spread the creamy-white, small cheeks apart, exposing the pucker of the brownish entrance to his eyes. He saw the angry redness of her clenched orifice. He giggled insanely as he dropped his mouth down and began licking his tongue at the inflamed hole, dipping the tip into her rectum wickedly, his senses excited by the abused anus. He tongued her for a long time, feeling her small body tremble in fear and revulsion beneath his slavering mouth. Pulling his tongue from her sore bottom, he pressed his lips to it, kissing her soundly directly on the red hole.

He crawled up until his penis was aimed at the opening, pressing down to rub the swollen head in the saliva-coated constriction. Linda tried her best to press her hips into the sand as an effort to keep him from penetrating her rectum, but the head of his penis ruthlessly entered her harshly, causing a cry of intense pain to erupt from her clenched lips. Her body was numb to all except the terrible pain in her rectum, tears springing from her' eyes and she gritted her teeth together in a futile effort to ignore the battering of her anus, trying to blot out the reaming savagery he was performing on her helpless body. It went on and on and she was not even aware that he had discharged into her rectum, because Linda had• fainted from the excruciating pain.

When Marsha found her youngest daughter, she was angry at the damage she saw. Linda's bottom was ripped and torn, bleeding as though she were menstruating from the rectum instead of vagina. Her beaten and broken body would not respond to soothing ministrations… she remained in the mindless security of a deep coma.

It was a long time before Linda was capable of telling the authorities of what had happened to her. Marsha, the evil mother who placed financial greed above her two daughters' safety and moral well-being, was placed in a mental institution where she is undergoing extensive treatment. Lois, the older of the two sisters, is now in a home for wayward girls At the present time, it cannot be decided what will become of Linda. Her psyche and body will take possibly years to heal.

Conclusion

What is good for teenagers does not always match what an older person judges good for them. There is nothing new about that. However, in this landmark contribution of youthful sex practices, the writer has tried to catalog the random sex activities of youths with older people.

Masturbation, intercourse, erotic literature, gang groups,' homosexuality, fetishism, perversions, plus down-to-earth old-fashioned boy and girl front-porch sex, is all detailed in this book.

A young girl told the author: "They were raping her… at least at first it was rape… and after everybody who'd wanted to had given me a nice cunt licking, then they all started chain-fucking me. One after the other drove his cock up my cunt until I had the cream flowing from my pussy like a sieve. By then I was so turned on sexually, I would have taken on a fucking army of hard pricks or licked hundreds of cunts. When it was all over, I felt as if I had actually done it, too.

The adult might cluck disapprovingly at the story, but what this girl was talking about was being the center of attraction at an adult swinging party. She was hardly twelve years old.

Perhaps the men and women who desire young boys and girls for sexual enjoyment are sick. Perhaps they should be pitied and aided rather than punished. What is right? That all depends on viewpoint-and circumstances, weaknesses, character and many other things.

Can these people be cured? We have been told that many of them-adults and children-have been cured, rejuvenated and go on to once again live what society calls a "normallife."

The sexual deviates who have more endurance than others manage to keep up family, social position, and business, and continue to carry out their favorite notions about sexual gratification.

History tells us that some of the greatest celebrities from all walks of life have been sexual deviates-and that, somehow, they managed to retain their mental and physical balance, and carry on with whatever their particular genius had been producing. Great artists, writers, business tycoons-the list is endless of those who have strayed from the so-called normal and delved into sexual antics which the average person considers violently abhorrent.

Man goes on. Living goes on. And despite laws and whippings and threats and warnings of how severely the gods might punish him for his antics-man will do what he wants to do. It had ever been thus. Will it ever change?