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From: cobillard@hotmail.com (Carol)
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Subject: {ASSM} Early sex and the Children of God: my story
Date: Mon, 29 Jul 2002 18:10:04 -0400
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My mother had been -- or at least had called herself -- a lobbyist in
Washington for the David Berg's Children of God. I never learned who
my father was, but it was always clear to me that he was someone
important in government. Because Mom had been sent to Washington to
"flirty fish" among the movers and shakers, and that's how I came
about. After I was born, however, she moved back West and we lived in
a sort of commune with other COG families. This was the early 80s.
There was pretty much free sex all around, and it went in front of us
kids. We were encouraged to go around the house naked, and the
grown-ups encouraged us to watch what they did, and to experiment
among ourselves if we wanted.

So I knew early on pretty much everything there was to know about sex.
One of the men who lived there was pretty much an exhibitionist, and
he wanted us to watch him while he and Mom engaged in oral sex. We
didn't want to be seen watching, but we were curious, and we did, from
a distance. He'd call us over sometimes. David Berg had told the
grown-ups that sex with and among children was a good thing, and in
his "Mo letters" he went on about it. I remember them discussing it,
and Bob told me that it was important that I knew how it worked. He
told me to come over and stroke his penis, but I wouldn't. So he said
just watch, and Mom came over and put her lips around his penis and
started massaging him with lips and tongue, then she pulled it out and
said, "see, it's easy; God gave us these things to honor him and to
enjoy".

And she put his shiny, wet penis back in her mouth and worked on it
for awhile; and then Bob started to come, to ejaculate, and Mom told
us, "see what a boy gives you when he loves you?"

I was embarrassed by this, but I also got curious. It wasn't long
afterwards when I was staring at the crotch of one of the boys, and he
started staring back, and told me to come over and touch it, and I
did. He was in the early stages of puberty, but he got a hard-on right
away. I had my hand around his penis and he told me to keep rubbing
it. I started looking at it, and I guess I put my face kind of close
because before I knew it, he'd put his penis into my mouth and told me
to do what the grown-up girls did. I knew, of course, what to do, and
it made him so happy that I realized I had something I could control
boys and men with, to get what I wanted.

But in fact I couldn't, or not yet, because they didn't look at me
that way. That boy, and all of them, had older girls to fool around
with. It was two years later, when I went into puberty myself and I
got my breasts and my curves, and then I started being the object of
men's desire and it all changed.

 From then on, and to this day, I take it as my personal responsibility
to see that a man has an erection all the time, and that I am the
center of his attention. Because we went around naked so much, and
because I watched so much oral sex I know more about a man's penis and
about his sexuality than most girls. I think boys sense that. A boy
could be doing his homework in our place, and I would sit down next to
him with a book, and pretty soon, if he was wearing clothes, he'd be
adjusting his pants to give his erection some room. If he wasn't
wearing clothes, then I'd be seeing some pre-cum on the end of his
stiff penis. I might, or I might not, offer to help him out. It's a
real tease to flick your tongue over the end of a boy's penis, with
just a drop or two of pre-cum seminal fluid coming out, and then to
pretend nothing happened. I could make a boy desperate for more.
Usually I will say that he has a job to do first, and I'll take off my
pants. spread my legs and let him go to work with his tongue.

Because I started sex early, when it still hurt to have an adult size
penis inside me, I got used to rushing a boy to orgasm and swallowing
his semen. But now, my vagina will be fully dilated by the time I pull
away and start to fellate him for real. So I can decide whether he's
going to come in my mouth or in my vagina. I can tell by the way his
balls vibrate when a boy is about to ejaculate. If I stop early
enough, and wait a few minutes, we can start all over and when he does
come, there will be a lot to enjoy. But I might just move my pubis
into position instead, and guide the head of his penis into that
slippery slope.

Because of our lifestyle, with a dozen or so adults and another dozen
children living in the commune at any one time, there are always
permutations of people for couples or group sex. It's nice that if a
girl doesn't feel like it, the boy won't be that put out, because
there's always another mouth, another vagina about. There's a protocol
in our place: you walk into a room, or you pass someone, you look him
in the eyes and say hello, and then your eyes move right away to his
crotch. If I see his penis moving, and if I feel like it, I might
follow him and he'll know what comes next. To me, it is a holy calling
to acknowledge a boy's sexual needs, and to have him want me. My
breasts, and my large puffy nipples, are symbols of that.

But I have a rule that my mother taught me: I have to get respect,
before and after. And I don't like anything kinky, and it's up to me
to define "kinky". I'm the one who gets to say yes or no. I'm the one
who can surprise a boy. Before he knows it we are kissing and if I
like him. I will proceed the way I did with Jeff.

Jeff was 12, and new to the commune. He really didn't know what it was
all about: the protocol was different. His parents had been naturists
so he knew, or thought he knew, about nakedness. I was 13, and I was
playing cards with him. I got really close, and I could see he was
getting nervous, a bit uncomfortable. So I asked him if something was
wrong. Of course he said no, because he didn't understand what his own
hormones were doing to him. I leaned over and gave him a peck on the
cheek and it embarrassed him. And I said move back, I want to look at
you. So he moved his chair a few feet away and I told him what a
lovely penis he had and kneeled down to look at it. Jeff looked around
to see if anybody was watching, but the people in the kitchen weren't
looking and wouldn't have cared if they were. I started to massage
Jeff's balls, and they felt nice, and warm to the touch. And with my
other hand I stroked his penis, which was halfway through puberty and
I suppose Jeff was embarrassed because he thought it was small. But it
was nice and cute. Still, he didn't get an erection right away. This
was a challenge for me.

I licked the head of his penis: it was small, but proportionate,
circumcised, beautiful. I put it in my mouth, and it started to
respond, and soon Jeff became less frightened. I told him to relax. I
ran my tongue over and around his penis, caressed the glans. licked
the notch at the lower part of the glans, ran my tongue along the
vein. Then started in with a steady sucking and up-and-down movement.
I controlled Jeff: for the moment at least I loved him and he loved
me. He was getting more and more excited. And he ejaculated: not too
much, he was still young. But I had not just taken, but swallowed, his
cherry. I told him to wait a few minutes and he'd have the rest.

I showed him the parts of my body that naturists don't see: I spread
my legs wide and told him to touch and to feel around. It wasn't long
before I was wet, and I told him he should lick it. He didn't want to,
but I told him he had to, and he did. Then I moved around, his mouth
still working inexpertly on my vulva, vagina, clitoris, and I took his
penis again in my mouth until, once more, it was hard. And I moved
away from him and said, "Jeff, now you are going to become a man." I
lay down and pulled him on top of me, grasped his penis and put it
inside. It didn't matter that he wasn't too stiff right away, because
he was small. His penis stiffened as he moved it in and out, waiting a
moment for the blood to circulate and stiffen it. It was heavenly. For
a long time I rejected the advances of anyone else because I wanted to
be Jeff's one and only. But later I realized he was just a kid, and a
man needs more than a penis to be interesting to a girl. He needs a
brain and an education. to be considerate and thoughtful. And a lot of
other things, including having the means to keep her in style. Jeff's
penis grew nicely, but his brain didn't, not really; nor his wallet.

Our religion is great because it recognizes sex as a need and a
desire, not as a sin. The manifestation of holiness is a man's semen
streaming, at my control, and becoming part of my body. I like to
admire that penis, and to massage it, to hold the testicles while the
loins are being energized and the semen rises, to welcome it with my
tongue and swallow it, first savoring it like fine wine. I only regret
that David Berg didn't live long enough for me to show him, or at
least express to him in words, my appreciation for all that he taught
us.


Carol

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