by Ward Fulton
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.
"He gulped once and then pointed to the wall bars. 'We try a few exercises, to limber up. Heels on the bottom bar, arms back, hands grasping the bars. Now, lean forward, arching the body… No, no, hot the knees bent. You look like a cow squatting. Straight! Now, forward, chest up!' And he was standing right in front of me, with a really good view of my cunt.
"I thrust my body forward until every muscle seemed to stretch-and my leg muscles seemed to pull directly at my cunt, starting things going. Back, thrust, back, thrust-and the shoulder seam broke. It didn't work as well as I had planned because those short sleeves kept it from sliding far enough down to be really revealing. Still, it showed enough pinky-beige skin to make Luigi's eyes center there.
"After a few more thrusts at the bar, he said, 'We'll try some backhands. Across the horse over there.' The 'horse' is a sort of leather-covered, skinny barrel, with handles like the front and back of a saddle, on metal legs.
"So I hoisted myself onto the 'horse,' grasping the handles-and managing to slide that damned sleeve down some, so a teat did show. Not really pop out, but show. Luigi was really beginning to sweat, even if he was not doing any of the exercises.
"My legs hung off one side of the 'horse' with my rump in the saddle-and I bent, dropping my head back. The strain of it really pulled that strap loose, and one teat was right out on view, the nipple hard and swelling, because I was getting hot-and Luigi was sweating and mopping at his forehead and under his chin, and gawking. The stretching also opened up the seam wider at my crotch so I could even feel the slight draft down there. Not that that did anything to cool my cunt. If anything, it made it hotter, because then I knew Luigi could really see it.
"Luigi stood right in front of me, putting a hand on either knee, so I wouldn't overbalance, and started his chant, his voice very husky: 'One-and bend. One-and bend!'
"His hands on my knees were really exciting this time. Oh, he'd done it often enough be
fore. It was a regular exercise. But this time, I knew he was practically on top of my cunt and the leotards were open-and the opening was getting wider as I stretched. Also, each time I pulled up, the shoulder seam had given way a little more, revealing my teat completely.
"About the fourth 'One-and bend!' the side seam gave way, from under my arm right down to the leg. Then-and I hadn't really expected this but it was nice and convenient-the crotch seam and the side seam ran together popping wide open down there. So one half of me, maybe more, was naked. It was exciting to go on pretending I didn't notice and just go on doing a couple more backbends.
"Luigi couldn't pretend. Hell, half of me, from crotch to throat, was wide open. And with the bending and straightening, those busted leotards flapped, revealing more. He could see most of my body, and he was eating it up with his eyes. And sweating. He took one hand off my knee to try to pull the leotard together. At least, I think that's what he started out to do. Only his hand slid up my inner thigh, a hot hand, very exciting-and wound up right on my mound".
"I did another bend, and his hand slid down, right over my tight-stretched cunt, sending hot, stimulating flashes all up me and down my legs. In spite of how stretched my leg muscles were, they relaxed some-sideways-and my legs fell open. I straightened from the bend and could see Luigi, big beads of perspiration on his forehead and trickling down his nose.
"He seemed to be trying to pull his hand off my cunt but his muscles wouldn't behave. He stared at my crotch and up me, to the one exposed teat, and then to my face. 'Fay! Fay! Do you know what you are doing to me?'
"I tried for a smile but I expect it was a bit shaky. I was shaky all over. 'Sure. I'm working you up to a good screw,' I said and bent backwards over the horse, the leather warm against my rump. It must have given Luigi a wonderful view, standing between my legs, his eyes sweeping up to my cunt, on up past my belly button, and just seeing my breasts over the curve of my tautened body-the other shoulder seam had given way by then, even though I hadn't loosened it.
"Luigi was holding me from overbalancing with just his hand rammed hard against my cunt, when I came up, looking at him. And the other hand was fumbling with his leotards. I went down again- even though Luigi was no longer counting-and when I pulled back up he was bare to the waist. I went backwards again, really enjoying the wonderful tension in my muscles adding to the excitement in my cunt. When I came up that time I simply shrugged out of the leotards-most of them, except at my rump and around my left leg. Luigi said, huskily, 'Wait, Fay! A moment!' He took his hands off me to slide down his tights and that padded jock.
"His prick wasn't as big as it had seemed, from the bulge, but it was big, all right, bigger than Phil's -with a bigger, more purplish head. And when he straightened, it was aimed right between my legs, wagging at my cunt. He stepped closer, a hand sliding up each leg, and I bent backwards again, getting those wonderful tight tensions in my muscles and skin. And stayed there, my head and shoulders hanging down one side and my legs down the other, with my rump and the small of my back across the saddle.
"I could feel that head pushing at my cunt, the weight of his hips against me holding me from overbalancing. His hands slithered up my stomach, and on to my teats, with his fingers nibbling at my nipples. And I writhed-not much, I couldn't, not down at my cunt, since I was practically plastered against the leather horse. But I could wiggle my shoulders and get a lot more feeling from his hands on my teats and nipples.
"And the writhing did something to the muscles of my stomach and pelvis and legs, something very exciting, building up heat and tension in me. And all the time Luigi was thrusting with his pecker at my cunt, edging it just inside, and then running one hand over my taut stomach down to my cunt, playing with my clitoris. And my special band, inside, started playing 'Ooompah, ooompah!' loud and deep and growly, to the rhythm of Luigi's thrusts.
"Luigi pulled me by my legs toward him, until the small of my back and just the rounded top of my rump rested on the leather horse, and I draped over it, my head and arms down one side, my legs down the other, almost like a 'U' hanging upside down. As his head went in, I could feel my cunt working, nipping at his shaft, and under the tightness of muscles and skin I could feel that bulgy head go up and up inside my cunt. It seemed to stretch everything-and everything was already stretched, muscles and skin on the outside and-well, just me on the inside.
"Excitement? Phil never gave me such a ride. Oh, he's nice and exciting enough. But Luigi! He really knew how! He played across my tightened skin with his fingernails, very lightly but so excitingly I felt I had to scream-and of course I couldn't. There wasn't breath for it. And teased my teats and nipples and drew his fingernails gently, gently down toward the creases at my pelvis, stirring things up to a crescendo. I even think I had an orgasm, right then, but his head kept on moving up me, triggering even more tensions, till I was ready again-ready and waiting and clutching at air, flailing my arms and moaning. Writhing and twisting, making things still more exciting, because Luigi's big head kept hitting new places up in me, places nothing had ever touched before-or so it seemed.
"And then he was ramming, drawing back and ramming again. And every now and then leaning way over to kiss my stomach or a teat or whatever it was he could reach. And once in a while, as he drew back, he'd run a finger down my slit, teasing my clitoris, so I'd thrash around-not that I could move much, but the tightness was so wound up in me. I had to move, just a little. And each movement made his shaft and head shift and move inside me.
"Neon lights blistered across the back of my eyeballs and my ears heard louder and louder music, thrumming and zinging inside my head.
"But mostly it was my whole body that seemed to get into the act, almost as if every cell had pumped itself too full of heat and excitement and simply had to let go. I felt like a big, rubbery sort of pump was swelling and beating way up in me.
"Luigi leaned over me, reaching as far as he could, and latched on to one teat, sucking,so hard and tonguing my nipple that I thought he could lift me, just with the suction. His dong was almost out of my cunt, throbbing and waggling. As he straightened from kissing my teat, he rammed his prick up me, as far as he could go-and held it.
"I could feel the throb and swell of his come pulse down his shaft, feel it all the way up me- and I was suspended, still, like a moment in time, just waiting, expectant. I think maybe a bomb feels like that when somebody has lighted the fuse. Ready to blow everything apart.
"I felt his come blast out of his head in a fiery hot blob. A big one-and then a series of smaller, bam -bam-bam. And my bomb blew up! So big I could almost hear it Every cell in me seemed to bust loose, concentrating on pouring hot cream to mingle with Luigi's. With my head hanging upside down I could see the gym pinwheel around, with colored sparks flying.
"The big deal was over. But there was more to come. Luigi sagged over me, his mouth sucking at my belly button, then he ran his tongue over my hot, sweaty skin, to one teat, sucking and tonguing-and then over to the other. And all that just kept those bam-bam-bams going, longer than I had ever dreamed of. I know I was shuddering and whimpering and wiggling, feeling Luigi's dong go down-it seemed to go down awfully slow-and begin to slide out. My little cunt was wet with both our creams but nibbling wildly, pulsing, to squeeze just one more bam out of his prick.
"As his prick slid out, Luigi dragged his lips off my teat and down across my stomach and on to my cunt. He must have been kneeling by then, because his head was right even with my cunt And he pressed his mouth, his lips spread wide, over my cunt, his tongue reaming up, scooping out cream, and giving me the double fantods. Phil had kissed and tongued my cunt but never like that, with his whole face pressed between my legs and mouth spread, covering all of my slit. Luigi seemed to find my clitoris and run his tongue around it, until I was twitching and heaving, rocking my rump and back on the leather horse and moaning with renewed excitement.
"Everything was building up again-all the tensions, the cells expanding,
the whole works. I didn't even need Luigi's prick in me to trigger the bomb, just his mouth sucking on my cunt and his tongue ramming up inside, and then, finally, coming back to press on and tease my clitoris. And I blew the works again. The gym pin wheeled, the jukebox blew its neon fuses-seventy thousand of 'em, it seemed-and my private built-in band hit every high note there is. My stomach seemed to swell and then deflate in the most exciting way. It seemed to me the cream I poured down should have flooded the gym, but Luigi was drinking it all in great sucking gulps, lapping at my cunt lips with his tongue. And I was getting the shudders and shakes from it. And liking it. Oh, I was liking it, all right!
"Gradually things subsided. The gym stopped pin wheeling and my eyes could see something besides colored lights and my ears could hear again- mostly Luigi calling my name in a soft, romantic whisper.
"I just hung limp over the leather horse until Luigi came around and picked me up, one arm around my shoulders, one under my rump, and lifted me clear. He carried me over to the soft judo mat, not the hard one, and laid-me down very gently and lay down beside me. 'Little senorita, you are lovely. You are a child-woman! Fascinating! Wonderful!' he said, soothing my shakes with calming hands-or they were supposed to be calming, but every time one drifted across a teat, I got the shudders again.
"Then things quieted down-for me, anyway. My back ached some from being draped over that leather horse, and my cunt sort of shut down business for the evening, almost numb with all the excitement. Like the kid at the picnic who said he might chew a little more but couldn't swallow. I'd had it-but had it gloriously.