Message-ID: <58191asstr$1223511003@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <COL104-W60CB4EC3E7649A78C254C9BF3B0@phx.gbl> From: Carol Cobillard <cobillard@hotmail.com> Importance: Normal Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable MIME-Version: 1.0 X-OriginalArrivalTime: 08 Oct 2008 18:56:22.0089 (UTC) FILETIME=[8E3BA390:01C92977] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 8 Oct 2008 14:56:21 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} Terrific Girl and the 11-Year-Old-Boy with the Big Penis Lines: 1261 Date: Wed, 08 Oct 2008 20:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2008/58191> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: newsman, dennyw "Breast and penis augmentation is sociologically relevant because it captures the intersection between individual agency and social perception of identity contextualized within cultural body ideals. Aspects of breast and penis augmentation in U.S. society reside in socially constructed notions of sexuality and ideal bodies. This embedded process of corporeal value generates a speculation that individuals undergo body modification out of a desire to attain social standards of sexual attractiveness or reach a normal/standard body." -- "The Sticking Out Parts: A Content Analysis of Print and Website Advertisements on Breast and Penis Augmentation", M.A. thesis, Georgia State Univ., 2003, p. 3 http://tinyurl.com/5rmvgp "It's only protein, vitamins and salt; it's nourishing! It's also a form of total union if you swallow the semen, which actually becomes part of your flesh, and that is almost the most marvelous feeling of all!" -- David Berg, "Sex Questions and Answers!" True Komix 816:2 "To be sensuous is to be holy; to be aroused is to be close to God. Orgasm is sacrament, semen is Host. Be not shy, be not modest, be not reluctant: be bold, be confident, be sexy. Show off your arousal, your excitement and your climax as evangelists for Jesus. God commands you to share your puberty and bring souls to Jesus!" -- Rev. X, talking to teens in Our Town, 1994 It's all well and good to talk about freeing an adolescent's spirit by freeing her or his libido, but -- especially for girls -- the aftermath of a coming-out party or of any defloration is neither simple nor straightforward. Coming out is, after all, a celebration of puberty, of coming of age, of the start of a lifetime of romance and passion, we hope of devotion to Jesus and an acceptance of God's mandate to share the faith through sharing our bodies. I've written about the subculture of "dogging" -- the British word for voyeurism-exhibitionism (there's no succinct equivalent in America) -- where the participants look to the audience to direct their sexual endeavors. There was a similar game that was played by boys and girls who had just come out. We didn't invent it at Mom's Friend's House any more than we invented pride in orgasm, pride oral sex, pride in a girl being seen with semen bubbling from her mouth. The game of "directed sex" was rather brought to us from somewhere else. The way it worked was that a girl and a boy, having recently come out (perhaps just the day or the week before), would stand before one or two or three or four girls (and maybe a boy or two) who would direct them in the minutest elements of making love: how to manipulate penis and mouth to excite and please and initiate orgasm and ejaculation: and, of course, how to manipulate and consume the semen. Typically it would happen like this: the boy and the girl would be told to disrobe each other. The viewers would remark at the erection of penis and of nipples and other signs of arousal. Then the boy might be told to fondle the girl's breasts. And the girl would be told to watch her boy's penis, perhaps to fondle it, to cuddle his scrotum, play with his balls. To kiss the penis, to have her vagina kissed, just by way of acknowledgment of what was to come. If both boy and girl were virgins the boy might need help and encouragement: many moms (and dads too) wanted their boys to get their sex education "on the job" so to speak; and more specifically, since masturbation was to be discouraged, they wanted their boys to engage in heterosexual sex without ever having masturbated. "A boy's semen should never be wasted" was a major theme of Mom's Friend's theology and childraising. To observe the surprise and delight of a boy having his first orgasm especially when he is ejaculating in to a girl's mouth is delightful. It reminds me, of course, of the year I spent on the houseboat seducing 12-year-old boys. Certainly every boy knew, by the time he needed to know it, that if he got erections at the sight of others making love, and if he had some pubic hair, one of the more forward girls -- Terrific Girl, for example -- would want to be his first, and would come and play with his penis. This was scarcely new with us: there is testimony regarding the CoG about this sort of thing happening, and about mothers (or some of them) watching. So long as there is no teasing and no ridiculing I think that it's delightful, but then I would say that since more than once my Mom looked on while I had a young boy's penis in my mouth. Perhaps Mr. MacAfee "didn't know what puberty was till [he] was almost past it", but our boys and girls did, and their growth, and that of their sex parts, was noted and admired. That, I suggest, is wholesome and endearing. (Semen is so central to the human condition that boys and girls were encouraged to taste it, especially at their first sexual encounter. That's why we would so often see the boy and girl kissing each other's sex parts after vaginal intercourse. This is something I still do out of habit with my partner, The Blond-Haired Boy. John McCain has praised a paean to semen: http://tinyurl.com/4zc6ls ("John McCain Praises Song About Semen at Arizona Campaign Stop: Praises Puerto Rican Rapper Daddy Yankee's Song 'Gasolina'") -- I guess there should be no surprise that there are subtexts even to political claptrap. But then McCain is a serial adulterer and fornicator. And lest you, Dear Reader, accuse me and my friends of the same, know that while -- like society in general -- we promote (safe) sex early and often and with many partners, our credo calls for total loyalty upon marriage. Marriage is a contract: it is lovemaking that is the sacrament.) A boy and girl might be led to a bed or to one of the gym mats we had in so many places at Mom's Friend's House, and the boy would be instructed to kiss the girl passionately, first on the lips and then on the breasts and then at her vagina; and to move his tongue along the slit to excite her clitoris. Soon enough the girl would be made to kiss and lick the boy's penis, to run her tongue along its underside. To put the penis in her mouth and run her tongue all around its circumference. If she hesitated, her mom would surely tell her "take his penis in your mouth, dear, and rub its head all over with your tongue". The virgin girl would be told to admire his circumcision, his corona, his penis slit, then to stroke the underside of his penis with her tongue until it reached maximum size. (As Mom's Friend told us repeatedly: a girl never demeans herself when she does that: she acts in the name of Jesus and she evangelizes for him. "It feels so natural to have your penis in my mouth", Terrific Girl would say to boys after making love. "I love it when I make you happy. When the semen comes, I feel on top of the world.") Perhaps about this time a Polaroid photograph would be taken; digital cameras hadn't been invented yet. Although in principle Mom's Friend forbade the photographing of lovemaking we did it all the time. Indeed some girls, even some moms I think, kept scrapbooks of the puberty year(s) of particular boys. Some even measured the boy's penis, flaccid and stiff. Some recorded comments on ejaculation. Picture records also existed of girls: of their breast and hip development, their sexual precocity. But the main point was to record the growing confidence of boy and girl. Typically the girl would be 12 or 13, the boy 13 or 14. Sometimes -- indeed, often -- the kids in question would be late-bloomers and the issue would be one of convincing both that the enjoyment of lovemaking, and its symbolism as prayer and holy communion, do not depend upon size: that the mere existence of some pubic hairs is in religious law (ours and some others) a license to make love; perhaps even an obligation to try. We were naked enough of the time so that boys and girls could not escape having the start of puberty noticed and commented on -- and at some point either being seduced or (for girls) goaded into having a coming-out party. Once it was clear that both boy and girl were excited and ready, the girl would be told to place her lips firmly around the penis and move her head up and down. Or, if the penis was not fully stiff she should tickle its underside and press her lips against the head gently, moving her mouth lightly over the top of the penis to stiffen it. After minutes of that, the boy would be told to signal to us as his excitement increased and as he approached orgasm. We would want the girl to anticipate the ejaculation no matter how much or how little semen would spurt into her mouth. And we would want her to show it to us and then to swallow it. And the boy, then, would need to change places with her and to follow our instructions minutely, pushing his tongue as far as it would go into her vagina, taking all her soft parts into his mouth from time to time, making various flicking and circular motions with his tongue over her clitoris, exactly as we would instruct. And, most importantly, showing off her vagina to us so we could see it dilated and excited, eager for a penis. The girl, too, would have to tell us as she approached orgasm. And when she reached that point, the boy would be told to put his penis into her vagina and to try for a second orgasm. And when they were finished we would inspect their bodies and admire the traces of semen. For the girl, the boy's penis and the semen it had given her would be a trophy. She and her boy would find themselves in demand as partners among those watching. And it would be lovely to see the two of them becoming more comfortable in their bodies -- as it would, indeed, be to see their bodies, and especially their sex parts, growing and becoming more beautiful, bigger and sexier. The sense of wonderment on a boy's face when he realizes what has happened to him, and that orgasm is an event repeatable at will and sex a self-replenishing asset, a renewable resource, is palpable. And from it derives a powerful means of expression and control that girls enjoy. It is thus that coming out gives girls a new freedom and a new power and, in our ethic, a new closeness to God. For those who have not seen it and who wonder how a mother, steeped in our environment and herself committed to sexual evangelism, and a father too, can be so moved at the exquisite site of a daughter playing with a penis and bringing it to excitement and ejaculation in her mouth, here is the answer. Semen carries the Word and the Way and, swallowed it becomes part of the girl, part of her essence and character and faith. In her vagina it becomes promise of rejuvenation and fecundity and propagation of the faith and the body. Rev. X said we should always watch the faces and the sex parts of mothers (and those fathers who might be present, a minority certainly) when a girl or a boy is in the throes of sex: they will reflect the sanctity of the act and the pride in the event. In that sense one could see, even months and years after she came out Terrific Girl's dad watch fondly while she would make her move towards a penis and put it in her mouth. By the time semen would seep out of the corner of her mouth, her dad would show a fatherly pride. But at the same time one could see tension in his penis as if he were restraining it from full erection. Terrific Girl liked that, though: she was very proud of her dad's penis with its very round head, bushy pubic hair and big balls. She said she loved to see him making love to Mom's Friend and I remember her watching their lovemaking easily a year before she began to develop. I remember a couple of times seeing her stare at his penis while it dripped with seminal fluid, and she would nudge me and point with pleasure at it. I know she tried to impress her dad with her breasts after they'd grown a bit; and then later made a point of making love around him on the occasions when he was home from his business travels. But it wasn't until she was almost 14 and the boys she made love to had more or less mature-sized penises that Terrific Girl felt comfortable having sex in tandem with her dad and Mom's Friend. It's different, a girl having sex in tandem with her father from with her mother, the way I so often did. But nice, nonetheless. Terrific Girl's attitude was phenomenal. Longtime readers will remember that almost her first sexual expression was her delight at the time I experimented with the sleeping boy's penis to see if I could make it ejaculate without waking the boy. For some reason she and Older Girl felt inspired to let their nightdresses fall to the ground and to stand nude in the moonlight in the boys' room while I showed off the semen and swallowed it. To this day I have not met a girl sexier than Terrific Girl. Terrific Girl organized the kind of sexy afternoons that made girls giggle to remember: a bevy of 14- and 15-year-olds sitting in chairs alongside each other, each with a boy nuzzling her vulva, pressing his tongue inside to tickle her clitoris and satisfy her vagina. Meanwhile the girls would gossip and chat, and only when one by one they would reach climax (or, in the alternative, pretend to do so although I don't think that was so often) would a cry of pleasure disrupt the chatter. By that age, Terrific Girl had, as one boy described them, "delicious big breasts", firm and with large nipples, and she loved being naked with boys and would make quite a fuss over a boy's nice penis. At our nude dance parties she would ostentatiously take down her date's underpants and later often show off her vagina as girl-on-top in mutual oral sex. Older Girl, her step-sister, had done likewise years before. Older Girl, Mom's Friend's daughter, who captivated boys and later men, and for whom the penis was worshipful company. Terrific Girl had indeed learned from her elders, from us. While a particular boy might make the first move, might kiss her, fondle her breasts, move his hand down to her vulva and caress her clitoris, she would lead from there. Soon her vagina would be over his mouth, and he would know what was expected of him; she would reciprocate by taking his penis in her mouth. And it was always lovely to see her lips on the penis, coaxing it towards orgasm and ejaculation. If the boy came first, Terrific Girl would turn over and, with his semen still resting in her mouth would guide his head back to her vagina to bring her to climax, only then swallowing his semen. Or if she was first, she might guide his penis into her vagina for him to ejaculate there and then, perhaps take his semen-coated penis into her mouth. And then the two would kiss to share the traces of Holy Communion. That was her protocol -- as it was sometimes mine -- and it reflected exactly Mom's Friend's theology of oral sex as religious fulfillment. But note that it does take some effort and, usually, practice before a girl can concentrate her mouth on the tip of a penis while at the same time trying to reach climax efficiently. I caught on quickly because I'd seen Mom doing it and Mom had explained the physiology of the penis to me just as she'd shown me the parts of her vaginal area that were the most sensitive and pleasure-giving. (Note also that outside the sort of open and sexually-liberal communities we lived in where kids grow up seeing and knowing about oral sex, acceptance of it as ordinary and "normal" is not automatic: http://snurl.com/likeoral Especially for girls. This is something that I would come to learn when around the age of 15 I began to recruit outside girls (not many of them, but a few) to our sexually liberal style. It was no less complicated although somewhat faster in process to recruit boys to perform cunnilingus. Readers of my past essays should be aware of this.) Terrific Girl gave inspiration to a cohort who came after her, but whose sex lives I have not been able to follow because Mom's Friend's House more or less closed down once Terrific Girl herself reached 19 and Mom's Friend decided that the social hysteria over underage sex and "child abuse" put her the members of her commune at risk. No new families came and by attrition her project of enabling girls to know themselves and their bodies through religious sexuality was phased out. Similar projects still exist elsewhere, and I've written about a few that I visited, such as Rev. Mary's and that colony in Baja California. There are many more. I go to reunions at Mom's Friend's House, but though there is liberal sexuality still, it is subdued, not ostentatious. For a lot of reasons, mainly though because it could be professional suicide for me and my partner to do otherwise, our "free enterprise" is over except for our occasional visits back to Our Town. Word can too quickly get around in the Capital City. Anyway, today, with the commune era long gone and free-sex religions under attack, what one tends to find are nude dance parties and teen-directed events, notably the sort of bikini or underwear birthday parties I've been to where at one point the birthday girl might spontaneously undress her date; or else simply announce "I want to see your penis!". Two of them would in due course put on a display, perhaps mutual oral sex the way Terrific Girl would do; and the guests would carry on from there. Terrific Girl had a parlor trick that I've seen others perform as well: having taken down her boy's underpants she would want to see how quickly and firmly her boy's penis became erect before she would kiss and make love to it. She would move to the floor, and while lying on her back draw the boy's penis into her mouth while at the time guiding his mouth towards her vagina. "Balls in the air" we called it: and the penis, now stiff, would move slightly up and down, much of the work being done by her lips and tongue until eventually there was ejaculation and white semen could be seen seeping around her lips. And on the other side, the boy would be using his tongue to play with her vagina and her clitoris; it would be a challenge, rarely achieved, for the two to reach orgasm simultaneously. I was inspired to write the above because I found an old photo, taken more than a dozen years ago, of a nude 12-year-old Terrific Girl standing next to a nude, pimply-faced, small 11-year-old nude boy with a big, 16-year-old-sized penis and lovely big balls. He had a bushy head of hair on is head, and a lot of hair around his penis; but his penis was smooth and clear against that magic triangle. As I recall the story, the boy's penis had been already mature by age 10 and he had been seduced by a babysitter who'd had sex with him dozens of times before they were discovered in flagrante delicto. (I have found that precocious puberty is not all that rare; here's a photo from a medical journal on a US Government Web site: http://tinyurl.com/6mxc3j and one from an encyclopedia of medical anomalies: http://geocities.com/cobil2/precoc.html ) He was one of those few boys brought to Mom's Friend's House not because of a family background in the CoG or a commune or some strained naturism but because of what his mother thought was sexual trauma followed by psychological issues that one hoped could be resolved by open sexuality with peers. Mom's Friend insisted that mother and boy accept her total program of sexually open lifestyle and nudity. Since the boy was already circumcised (like Jesus, Mom's Friend would say) he avoided a problem that I'd seen arise in a couple of cases: adolescent or pubescent boys who had to be circumcised, at some pain and nuisance I think because of their big penises whereas infantile circumcision is easy and presumably painless. (As it later transpired, the boy was at least nominally Jewish, which in the end explained a lot. But that's OK: I have, as they say in English movies, snogged and been shagged by a few Jews in my 28-year lifetime, most of them after I'd gone off for my junior year in college and then, when I'd graduated, moved to the Capital City.) I love seeing small boys with big penises and I think I might have seduced this boy myself given the opportunity. Terrific Girl's task was to introduce him to oral sex. Being close to a nude girl, having her breasts practically poke him in the eye, made this boy quite nervous, but Terrific Girl new how to deal with that. Soon enough she was playing with his penis and soon enough it was in her mouth. Without finishing up, she made the boy reciprocate, and he had to learn how to perform cunnilingus. In fact he had to learn about vaginal anatomy, since all he knew about up till then was the quickie in missionary position. Terrific Girl, taller than he, with her growing breasts still not all that big but fetching nonetheless, dominated the boy and yet, because of his big penis and profuse pubic hair there was the anomaly of his apparent maturity and her apparent immaturity. But emotionally it was the opposite: Terrific Girl, not yet 13, knew all about sex and loved oral sex; the penis was her friend, ejaculation her sacrament. We would come to love to see him with his cute penis (that's how Divine Brown described Hugh Grant's penis! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Divine_Brown_(sex_worker) ) erect, proposition her and, if she was in the mood, have his penis go into her mouth, his mouth go to her vagina, and then his Big Penis slide easily into that vagina and move, first slowly then more rapidly back and forth to orgasm. What a beautiful sight! Terrific Girl would have him hold up his big, circumcised penis as a trophy, and then she would take it and lick the semen and her mucus from it; and then she would kiss the 11-Year-Old-Boy with the Big Penis on the lips, much as she always did when she was happy after sex. The 11-Year-Old-Boy would make love to all the girls within his grasp, his age group. But with Terrific Girl it would always be a performance. The first hurdle was to be introducing the Boy to public nudity and public sex. He'd not been nude in public since puberty; even his mom hadn't seen him naked in years until the day she saw his penis making love to the babysitter. Terrific Girl, even at 12, was the right person to resolve this. She put her breasts into his personal space and insisted on helping him get undressed. It seemed so natural as she did it. It was, really, just a reprise of the naughty babysitter theme and less of a challenge for the boy since they were peers and since his mother, by now herself nude, was nodding approvingly. But still the boy hesitated at the point where he was undressed save for his underpants. The size of his penis was now apparent and we were all looking at it. Whether it would be his mom who pulled them down -- something of a tradition at our coming-out parties -- or the girl whose hypnotic breasts had paralyzed him didn't matter; later nobody would remember, not even the boy. His Big Penis was so lovely - and it would get lovelier as it started to stiffen. But it was gorgeous anytime. Big, with a lovely circumcised round head and a bush of pubic hair and sweet balls below. And a cute slit that had to be watched in case a drop of seminal fluid appeared. (Why is the sight of it so entrancing to a girl? Is it that it's confirmation of her sexiness? That she is needed? Anyway, it's always delicious.) I suppose that a precociously mature boy gets used to others staring at his penis, or more likely, pretending not to stare at his penis. Perhaps they wear loose clothes to hide the bulge and avoid public nudity. In our environment, where we had nudity zones such as at the pool, the 3-second rule (the duration of an allowed gaze without infringing on gender or sexual privacy) didn't apply. The 11-Year-Old-Boy with the Big Penis would have to get used to being noticed, to having his penis noticed and wanted. But like the bull that's lost his virginity this boy had urges, and the sight of nude Terrific Girl brought them on. Enough to overcome shyness, false modesty, false morality and other hindrances. At Mom's Friend's House sexual electricity was pervasive. And the 11-Year-Old-Boy with the Big Penis and Terrific Girl began to fondle each other. Terrific Girl put the Big Penis in her mouth just to make it hard. And then the boy was on top of her and she directed his Big Penis into her vagina. He went on at his own pace, his hips up and down, his penis in and out, and then there was semen. It was so gratifying to see the small boy with the Big Penis making love to the smiling girl, her legs locked around his, moving her body in response to his thrusts. It was so gratifying to see the two of them so happy. (Mom said that she knew a boy who had gone through puberty at age 10 and she met him again 40 years later only to find that he had recently decided he was gay and had walked out on his wife. Mom wondered if there was any connection; I doubt it. Perhaps the Rev. Fred Waldron Phelps could explain.) They separated, and Terrific Girl leaned over and grasped the Big Penis. The 11-Year-Old-Boy resisted at first when he moved to take it into her mouth again but she persisted. And she pressed her lips against it as she withdrew it, and then she ran her tongue all over its head. And she put her hips to his face and made him kiss her vagina an, finally, pulled him back down and instructed him on what to do with his tongue and her clitoris to bring her to climax. His mom looked on, but he seemed not to notice at first; then he did but stifled any embarrassment. Now he was one of us. In fact, by the time they went off to shower, another girl had come forward to be the 11-Year-Old-Boy's partner for the next day, She would teach him more about oral sex, more about our theology, more about how his Big Penis should be shared and not hidden. (Why is it that the 11-Year-Old-Boy's mom, and all boys' moms, so anxiously watch their son's penis for signs of ejaculated semen? I deduce that it is an affinity for her own DNA, something that she has to see to define her own being. Anyway, it's something I've seen constantly over the years.) I don't know anyone, male or female, who would have said that what had just occurred was inappropriate. The boy and the girl, the boy with the Big Penis and the sexually-developed and -experienced girl looked so happy, so fulfilled, so natural. Mom decried the way Moses David had encouraged sex with and by pre-pubescent children. This was quite different, and you cannot measure readiness by age alone. Far better to provide guidance and to assure safe sex than to leave pubescent and adolescent kids to their own devices and to secrecy. That can only lead to pregnancy and to STDs. Furthermore, oral sex is essential to maximizing pleasure and to fulfilling the divine command; it is something best learned early and well. (The boy and his mom disappeared a few years later. I think it had something to do with the 11-Year-Old-Boy with the Big Penis being found out as having sex outside the closed circle of our community, and thus risking its health; there was indeed a rumor that he had contracted something but if he had he certainly didn't infect any of the rest of us. By that time he left he'd had sex with a couple of dozen of Mom's Friend's girls at least once, most of them many, many times. The 11-Year-Old-Boy with the Big Penis came back with his mom for an alumni reunion recently and nobody was so crude as to bring up the question of his absence. His Big Penis was not, at that age, particularly notable; indeed it was just average to look at. The Boy was, however, still a target of attention by girls and especially by their mothers; but this had more to do with his prospects than his past: he had turned out to be more than just owner of a pretty penis and was now a medical student -- and not off in Grenada or Guadalajara or Prague, but one of the 129 accredited US medical schools.) The appearance among us of the precocious 11-Year-Old-Boy with the Big Penis caused something of a stir with mothers of girls aged 12 to 14, many or most of whom wanted to arrange assignations with their daughters, often stretching to the breaking point the "10% rule". And whereas mothers who wanted occasionally to keep tabs on their daughters' sex lives would do so from a discreet distance and would pretend to carry on a conversation or do their knitting, several moms planted themselves, with or without their daughters, right next to the couple, their eyes following the thrusting penis and anticipating trickles of semen. I'm sure assignations for the next day were made at such times just as that other girl had booked the Big Penis for the day following his first sex with Terrific Girl. I don't know how many times some mom got her daughter to measure the Big Penis: just over 6-1/4 inches long and just under 5 inches in circumference when erect, about 3-1/4 inches long when flaccid, according to the note I made in my diary. Not big in adult terms but Big for an 11-Year-Old-Boy. The optimum size, I thought, for oral sex, making a beautiful picture when a girl would manipulate it and lick it in such a way that we could see the semen spurt up onto her lips and into her mouth. (I asked the boy, inappropriately I now think but what did I know at the time, how it had felt to have his penis start growing when he was 9 or 10, and did he know what was in store for him when it did. He said he had been intensely embarrassed at times and tried to hide it but couldn't. And his babysitter had fought with him at bath time. Once he had undressed to his underpants she had seemed startled, staring at his penis and she had insisted he undress fully for his bath and he didn't want to and finally she came over and removed the pants and asked him if he knew what his big penis could do. She said she could make him feel very good, make him very happy. She asked him about wet dreams, but he got confused. And without a word she took off her top and showed him her breasts and made him feel them, and then put his hand down her waistband to touch her vulva. And she stroked his penis even though he tried to pull away and before he knew it she was on the bed and she was caressing his penis to make it hard and then his penis was inside her. And he felt so nice to ejaculate that he promised to say nothing; his reward was to have sex with her every week until, by chance, his mom rushed into the house because she had forgotten something; and the door was open and his big penis was just about to ejaculate.) His mom spoke to her doctor, but that doctor happened to be part of Mom's Friend's circle and his advice was for mother and boy to join Mom's Friend's community, for the boy to have sex only with girls of his own age. And thus it was that he met Terrific Girl and that I got to see his beautiful penis and he got to make love to so many of our friends. I had an odd feeling about the doctor, as I did about Rev. X and about many of the fathers and the professional men who frequented Mom's Friend's House. I can understand why Mom's Friend limited their access to places where children were naked unless they were accompanied by their own kids. And why men over 19 were excluded from coming-out parties and nude dance parties. I know of no inappropriate behavior having taken place, but one can never be too careful; sexual liberality is fine for same-age, consenting adolescents and it is generally safe for mothers or both parents together to be present; but one has to be careful concerning the motivations of others who might be watching. Getting back to the 11-Year-Old-Boy with the Big Penis and his original seduction, it was no wonder, I think, that the babysitter did what she did after she saw the outline of his penis through his underpants. I think any girl would have been excited at the sight and wanted to see more. That she had sex with him is inexcusable, of course, but we know that this happens; and it was common currency at the CoG and The Family. I suppose every girl remembers certain penises in her life; and Mom always had that photo of Louis Abolafia's to dream of: http://snurl.com/abolafia . Even though it never made its way into my vagina, I will always remember the 11-Year-Old-Boy's fondly. (One doesn't, sadly, remember every detail of every penis which is why from an early age I made a point of recording in my diary most of the penises I encountered, and commented a bit on their owners. These essays are a product of that.) The Boy and his Big Penis quickly became a focus of attention and desire. Every girl of the age of sexual awareness and above surely wanted to kiss and fondle that penis and those balls; and if she could not, by reason of age or not yet having come out do so, then she wanted to enjoy them vicariously, to see other girls kissing and fondling them and making that penis ejaculate. There is something fantastic about the sight of a small boy standing proud, with a precocious big penis fiercely erect, big balls hanging down as a challenge to girls to make love. There is palpable tension at such a moment and, when there is no girl immediately nearby, curiosity as to how the tension will resolve itself. Mothers wanted his penis for their daughters. I know there were at least two defloration parties at which he presided. At the one I saw he gently and gingerly offered his penis to the coming-out girl's lips, and she shyly opened her mouth and attended to it. I could see the girl's eyes, romantic yes, but also at first wishful, then eager, then wondrous as the penis approached her mouth and as she opened her mouth to let it enter and pressed her lips against it and as the penis moved in and out. He had style; and when he knelt down and spread the girl's legs apart and brought his lips to her vagina it was not just the girl who felt the thrill. By now he was experienced at cunnilingus, he could bring the girl reliably to the cusp of climax and make her urgently want his penis in her vagina. Some mothers would choose a smaller penis for their 12-year-old daughter's first time, but it really isn't an issue when a virgin vagina is properly wet with saliva and dilated from being kissed and licked. If it is, then the girl is not ready for sex in the first place and her mother has not protected her. (There are those, including not a few girls for whom the issue is relevant, who think that oral sex is fine even if the girl's vagina isn't ready for a penis; but I have my doubts. I don't know any way to limit sex to oral sex: at some point the penis is just going to find its mark and slide into the vagina. As I say later on in this essay a number of girls did exactly this, enjoying oral sex for a year or so while still virgins; but I think there's a risk.) Back to our story and our point. The girl, her mom, the Boy and the attending friends could see the Big Penis push its way into her, pass through her hymen, and make her shudder. When he had ejaculated he smiled and stood back, his penis stiff at first but gradually shrinking, the girl leaning back exhausted. How different this beautiful sacrament is from the awful "night of defloration" imposed upon genitally-mutilated Muslim girls in so many countries! Each of our girls, virtually every one, would reach climax at her coming-out party or a nude dance party, or wherever she happened to be deflowered; and in her post-coital paroxysm she could delight in the sight and feel and taste of the sticky penis with all the bodily fluids it bore. With or without the involvement of mothers, the 11-Year-Old Boy's Big Penis was the first penis in the mouth of more pubescent girls than any I can remember. Often it just happened; other times it was on a dare by her friends; sometimes the boy took the initiative to seduce. But it would have been hard for any girl raised in our ethic, once she had breasts and pubic hair, to resist a penis that whether by accident or design found itself within inches of her face, rising in erection. -------------- As I have said many times in the past, Mom's Friend's House was female-driven and feminist and it was generally mothers, not fathers, who observed, admired, encouraged. A few girls and boys had been sponsored -- or were living with us, usually temporarily -- with their father. But only Terrific Girl lived with us for an indefinite period with her father; indeed her dad was Mom's Friend's partner; Mom's Friend was Terrific Girl's stepmother. Terrific Girl had a really good and positive relationship with her dad although he was absent, traveling on business, much of the time. He too had an occasion to remark on the 11-Year-Old-Boy with the Big Penis, and I think it's worth a diversion to tell the story: It was common practice to lounge about Mom's Friend's House in sheer underwear. I don't know where the custom came from, but even a lot of boys would wear sheer briefs: it was nice to see the outline of each boy's penis, the shape of his circumcised head. As girls were discouraged from shaving pubic hair, it was just as well that we wore nice underwear. Actually I often wore a sports bra instead, not exactly sheer, but this was for practical reasons. There were particular places -- especially at the pool and sometimes in the basement when nudity was de rigueur. And there and in other places flirting and sex play -- and making love itself -- were free and easy. There were particular signals and codes, and an invitation to make love was easy to come by and incapable of being misunderstood. It might consist of a persistent stare, with a boy or girl coming closer as a result. It's amazing how just looking at a penis, or at breasts or a vulva, or even at their shapes through sheer underwear, can provoke excitement and arousal and lead to fun. And of course -- as we know from our nude dance parties -- once one girl takes a penis into her body others will follow. I remember seeing Terrific Girl and the 11-Year-Old-Boy in such a sex game, and Terrific Girl had the boy's underpants down, her bra off, and his penis in her mouth with a hand stroking his scrotum. About that time her dad, who had just come home from one of his trips, came into sight, walking from the showers with a town around his waist. Terrific Girl took the penis out of her mouth and called over to her dad to come and look, saying that the 11-Year-Old-Boy was about to come. She put the penis back in her mouth, her dad moved closer to watch, and a couple of dozen strokes later the ejaculation started. Terrific Girl, in trying to show off the spurting semen, in allowing its head to slip out of her mouth for a moment to be seen, missed her cue and one of the spurts, liquid not viscous, splashed against her chin, trickled down her breast and abdomen and on to her thigh. She rushed the penis back in her mouth and caught and swallowed the rest of the semen, then licked what she could from around her lips, pulled down her panties, took out a tampon and disposed of it in a tissue, and spread her legs so the 11-Year-Old-Boy could have access to her clitoris and her vagina with his tongue. He went after it eagerly, licking up some drops of his drying semen in the process. His tongue slid inside her vagina and then moved upwards to stroke her clitoris while he used his lips to reinforce those strokes and to suck into his mouth stray drops of mucus and blood. Her dad smiled at the sight of his daughter being brought to orgasm and perhaps too at the sight of the boy's Big Penis swinging about erect. Then, when the girl began to groan at the onset of climax and the boy rose and put his penis into her vagina, her dad's towel fell to the floor. His own penis stuck out at an oblique angle. Someone thought to call for Mom's Friend to deal with it. Mom's Friend's method of dealing with it was very much like Terrific Girl's: to put the penis into her mouth and to excite it further; only once it was fully erect she pushed him to the floor and moved her body over Terrific Girl's Dad's, positioning her vagina over his mouth. It's always lovely to see a vagina over a boy's or a man's mouth: it's lovemaking at its most wonderful, the full sexual beauty of a girl or women being open to view by friends and family. Terrific Girl and the 11-Year-Old-Boy stopped to watch. I think it particularly nice that Terrific Girl and her dad could share the vicarious pleasure of each other's orgasm. Although she had been free to see her dad's penis and his lovemaking forever, Terrific Girl really hadn't shown any interest until just before her breasts began to grow and she got some pubic hair. In the months before she had her first sex -- indeed just about the time she accompanied me and Older Girl while I gave oral sex to the sleeping boy to see if I could make him ejaculate while still asleep, just about that time Terrific Girl began to take an interest in penises generally, and to take pleasure in watching her dad and Mom's Friend make love. I don't think that for her to make love in tandem with her dad making love to Mom's Friend nearby is any less lovely than, for example, my making love to a boy and my mom likewise with a partner of her own right next to me. This is in no way inappropriate: it's the most natural sharing of joy and it occurs worldwide where families live in close quarters, in one-room homes. Terrific Girl's dad evidently thought so: he said that to see his daughter receiving semen made him proud and happy, that it was the most natural, the most human, the most sacred moment of "unity and appreciation". I think so too. -------------- The celebrity of the 11-Year-Old-Boy with the Big Penis and the sexual tension he generated had unexpected consequences. The same mothers who pushed their daughters his way, who told their daughters to watch their posture, present their breasts most provocatively, wear romantic underwear, cosmetics and scent found themselves -- middle aged or not -- needing heightened quantities and qualities of sex. They would join the chain of Mrs. Robinsons, trying to attract boys of the over-19 set and the professional men or the few single fathers. And whereas most (but not all) of the sex among single moms and men and the over-19 crowd had been private, now there was more openness, more nudity beyond the swimming pool area. I think Mom and Mom's Friend -- two who had never seen any merit in sexual privacy -- enjoyed the change. Mom and I had not infrequently had sex in tandem, but now she encouraged me to join her outdoors, often in the kind of mutual oral sex that allows women to display their vaginas in the best way while at the same time displaying her skill with a penis and all the stages of arousal, pleasure build-up, orgasm and ejaculation. (But then middle-aged women may have distinct views on sex and sexuality: http://tinyurl.com/4oqshm ) It was an element of faith and evangelism in Mom's Friend's community that families should share the sight of their bodies, share the sight of their sex. I think virtually all the nonresident members followed that custom. Resident members, mostly single mothers and their offspring, were -- or at least the mothers were -- someone less exhibitionist. Still, every girl and boy from the youngest age would have come to know throughout childhood the nature of human sexuality and the emotional and physical process of lovemaking. I think it a superb testimony to our faith that girls would reach puberty without fear of penis, without apprehension of penis in vagina, and with an expectation and an eagerness for oral sex and, among girls, for the taste of semen. Still, I do not think enough attention is given to scrotum and testicles as sources of female excitement and pleasure and as male erogenous zones in the romance dialog -- both among the sexually active and among those not yet ready for it. Some few boys have balls that are disproportionate in size; or they grow faster than the penis during puberty. Testicles are in constant motion, they are terribly sensible to touch and caress, sometimes ticklish and often poles of pleasure. Like Louis Abolafia's, the 11-Year-Old-Boy with the Big Penis had balls that were special, caressable, kissable; manly, promising; fecund, needy. ("National treasures", one mom called them. Just look at Louis Abolafia's: http://snurl.com/abolafia .) One wanted to see them free and loose, joining the penis in motion in mouth or vagina. One wanted to love them and see them making love and made love to. Mom mentioned this, and she said that the more attention a girl paid to a boy's balls the more he would remember the occasion, the more loyalty he would have -- if only because so many of his partners would be ignoring that erogenous zone and its potential for delaying and enhancing sexual pleasure at ejaculation. Ejaculation is a largely unseen wonder. The "cream pie" fetish recognizes this. So does the tendency of girls at Mom's Friend's House to wear as trophies drying trickles of semen on their faces, breasts and pubic hair. I think many girls and women resented the rule against masturbation because they wanted to see semen erupting from a penis. (That said, the admonition we would hear was "Use your mouth too, not just your hands! -- caressing and fondling were certainly not discouraged, it's just that they should not be done to the extent of provoking the ejaculation without using lips and tongue, and that the semen should be collected in your mouth to be swallowed.) The final mystery of sex for girls in the waiting period for coming out, between the start of hormonal changes and the appearance of pubic hair and the start of periods, is the nature of ejaculation. They might see drops, drips and trickles of semen but unless they happened to be present when an older girl chose to make a show of ejaculation by keeping the head of her boy's penis exposed when running her tongue around it, one could only guess at the nature of the "happening", the surge of semen at boy's orgasm. The availability of a boy of that age had the result of enabling younger girls to find a partner within 10% of their age. I think it may have been a judgment on Mom's Friend's part that too many 11- and 12-year-old girls who were perhaps physically ready but were emotionally unsuitable for regular sex were competing for this boy and for a couple of 12-year-old boys and she decided to restrict coming-out parties and public deflorations to girls of 13 and above. Much of the time when he had sex there would be an unusually large group of boys and girls of 11, 12 and 13 watching, including kids who normally would not have shown any interest in teens having sex. This must have aroused them, or some of them, and led to precocious sex although I don't have any numbers to prove it. One girl of 14, a talented artist, or so made a whole portfolio of sketches of the Big Penis in various stages of rest and of sexual activity. What I can testify to, however, is that several mothers could be seen coaching their underage and unsuitable but technically eligible (i.e., perhaps 10 years old and with bits of breasts and bits of pubic hair) daughters in oral sex. Mostly, such girls would ignore, or at least feign ignoring, their mothers and elders having sex. Now a mother would have her daughter nearby while she played with the penis of one of those college boys or older men. She would explain the parts of the penis and the best way to excite it, and how to handle ejaculation and to maximize the pleasure of cunnilingus. She would, typically, show her daughter how to make herself irresistible, how to press her lips against the penis, how never to let her tongue lose contact with it, and how to aim the penis so that it would ejaculate nicely into her mouth and the semen collect under her tongue. I would be surprised if this sort of conduct didn't encourage a girl to start oral sex on the sly. The issue of underage girls was more important than it might seem at first glance. There was, at Mom's Friend's House as in wider society, a problem concerning sexually-charged young boys whose reach exceeds their grasp: who "need" sex but whose puberty is delayed, whose penises are not "competitive" in maturity, in size. During my year living on the houseboat and seducing young boys at the pier I had oral sex with my share of pubescent boys, some of whom had only just begun puberty. Mom didn't like it if I targeted a boy who hadn't yet started to develop. Also, when a girl is fellating a boy she wants the reward of semen at the end. (I dismiss those girls who spit it out as akin to sex workers, not lovers.) The converse of the disappointment in making love to a boy before spermarche (or, more exactly, before he is producing quantities of semen or seminal fluid) is that one may be there to enjoy the first drops that he does produce, and to teach him something about girl technology in the process. We know that millions of boys start masturbating before age 11; these days it's common to start as early as age 9 or 10. Mom's Friend's rule was that a boy had to have pubic hair to have sex, but more important was the rule that it had to be consensual, meaning that the boy had to have an urge for sex and not be cajoled or taunted or teased into doing so. The arrival of the 11-Year-Old-Boy with the Big Penis changed the playing field, but perhaps not the way one would expect: it increased awareness of sexuality, and gave an urgency and a willingness to risk denial to some boys who might otherwise not have dared try to seduce because of "shame" or "shyness" related to penile size. The result was that we did see more sex, especially oral sex, involving boys (especially) in earlier stages of development. At least for a time: the trend lasted only so long as the 11-Year-Old-Boy with the Big Penis was, in fact, 11 and 12 years old. Once he was 13 his penis could scarcely be differentiated from that of his peers; only his reputation, his past, his historical baggage were different. I spoke several times to the 11-Year-Old-Boy about his thoughts concerning our theology. As he came not from any religious motivation but as a matter of sex therapy (and as I said there was a Jewish connection, something which brings to mind the line I once heard in made-for-television movie whose title I've forgotten, "I want to suck your big, circumcised Jewish dick!") his attitude and his needs were quite different from most of the rest of us. He himself averred that he was a "sex addict" who needed sex twice a day. (Does sex addiction really exist or is it a publicity stunt for celebrities? Is the 11-Year-Old-Boy with the Big Penis "addicted" because so many moms pushed their daughters his way, eager to see his penis pushing into their vaginas? It is certainly true that sexy teenyboppers seemed to appear from nowhere, accompanied by their moms, to prance nude around the 11-Year-Old-Boy.) The house rules that most troubled him were those forbidding masturbation (I think he did it anyway) and having sex with only one girl in any 24-hour period. Certainly he did not like the same-age rule, and I think he broke that one quite often too, although as far as I know not by so much that he violated the state's Romeo and Juliet Law. Whether or not he accepted sex as a religious expression -- and I suppose he might have after being immersed in the concept and rewarded for observing our protocol -- he did accept the role of semen as an essential exchange between boy and girl and the DNA of our ancestors and did not hesitate, as some outside boys do, to kiss a girl who has his semen, or traces of it, still in her mouth and on her lips. Mom's Friend's view was that there is "no such thing" as a sex addict; that before marriage one can have as much sex as one like and that in choosing a mate one just has to find a partner with compatible desires. Celebrities, who often marry for business reasons, don't consider that when they marry, it would seem. This, I think, goes to one of Mom's Friend's more important points: the earlier that an adolescent is when she or he becomes sexually active with partners of the same age the less inhibited that person will be. There is another point too: since the 11-Year-Old-Boy with the Big Penis was so cute, seated as he always was (and as Mom's Friend wanted her kids to be) with his legs well apart and his penis and his scrotum in easy view, girls of all ages had an urge to excite and satisfy him sexually. Unlike mainstream naturist communities, Mom's Friend's House did not frown on or criticize, much less prohibit public displays of arousal or affection. It pleased girls to provoke boys' penises -- especially that of the 11-Year-Old-Boy with the Big Penis -- to erection. It pleased me too, and I was glad that he let me come up close to admire it. Very close. Enough said. Suffice to say, after the initial session between the 11-Year-Old-Boy and Terrific Girl, and the ensuing weeks when he became acclimatized to our community, his mom showed him off to the mothers of girls, promoting him like a celebrity. This was not entirely new: many mothers put their sons forward as candidates for presiding at a defloration party. It's a vicarious maternal-feminist-control thing, I think. And I guess being behind the appearance of those teenyboppers. It was all quite endearing, the more so because the mothers of girls were so eager to bring their daughters forth to size him up, so to speak, and to play with him. That, in fact, highlights an issue of some importance that was arising exactly at that time and which led to the "suggested" 13-year-old minimum age for coming out. I, as regular readers will know, came out sort of "by accident" at age 11-1/2 when a boy tumbled on top of me while we were tussling, both naked, and before I knew it his penis was inside my vagina. I was, however, 13, almost 14 before Mom and I moved to Mom's Friend's House and I had no trouble integrating with the community. For a while I had a relationship with the "16-Year-Old-Boy", Mom's Friend's nephew. That violated the same-age rule, but nobody ever said anything, probably because it would have been neither politic nor expedient. Bear in mind the following: average age of menarche is 12, and of spermarche 14. The lag between the two, even allowing for fact that half of boys and girls would reach sexual maturity a year or so before and even granting the 10% rule, meant that many girls of 12 were eager to come out but there were no appropriate boys for them. And once they did come out they might have inadequate opportunity for sex -- the more so since girls outnumbered boys at various times from 1.5 to 2.0 to 1. Mom's Friend had always maintained a rule against shaving pubic hair ("a Muslim custom and let them have it", she said; there are also health issues: http://www.thepost.ohiou.edu/Articles/Culture/2007/09/20/21273 ). She thought fluffy pubic hair a thing of beauty; and it is certainly true that boys of 12 to 15, largely without body hair except for penis and underarms, make a nice picture. Granted that girls started to come to terms with their sexuality long before menarche -- from age 10 I should think -- and that many of them were fully capable of sex by 11, the sight of a boy who was physically capable of making love and an eligible partner under Mom's Friend's rules meant that he would be surrounded by eager girls. Girls who would have grown up with every expectation of oral sex and as critical eye to penile development. The sight of the 11-Year-Old's penis should have made them want to play with it, to put it in their mouths, to experiment with it. And why not? While the 11-Year-Old-Boy with the Big Penis denied it, and so did all the younger girls, it is quite possible that he engaged in oral sex with some of them, even before they would come out publicly. The only measure I have of that is complaints once in a while from Terrific Girl and others that the boy was on this or that occasion non-responsive to their seductive invitations. The foregoing, as I said, led to a crisis for Mom's Friend was already worried about possible denunciation by this or that ex-member of the community and public agitation over perceptions of child sexual abuse in American society were getting louder, even if no more substantiated than ever before. Yet, certainly in the late 1990s, at the same time open sexuality on TV and film and open sex on the Internet meant that by the time of their first pubic hair every boy and girl had access to graphic illustrations of sex and were developing an innate urgent need for orgasm. I argued that one could not put a stop to sexuality expressing itself and that to issue new mandatory norms would destroy the whole ethos of liberal sexuality inherent in Mom's and Mom's Friend's theology and drive sex into the shadows. Ultimately no new rules were issued but "guidance" was given that mothers should discourage experimentation before age 13 and that no more defloration parties would be allowed before that age. In fact those parties were going out of style anyway; girls were starting with oral sex at age 12, latest, and going on to vaginal sex at 13. But if a girl of 11 became entranced by some boy's "blessed triangle" (a term that by itself implied that girls would limit themselves to boys well into puberty) really there was no possibility of restraining her. Nudity was too pervasive, opportunity too much at hand. And the mothers, for the most part, had no inclination to restrain their daughters, at least those past menarche, those with breasts big enough to make boys eager. It was, and is, irresistible: for a girl who has seen, growing up, the magic that is oral sex leading to vaginal sex and orgasm and who knows of the penis as her friend, the sight of a young boy newly arrived at puberty, the sight of his manly triangle and big penis, the contrast between his black (usually) pubic hair and light skin and the promise of that penis brings into focus her own sexuality, her own breasts, her own vagina. And her need to bring all together and create fun, delight, pleasure, arousal, excitement, climax. Ejaculation, semen. And, in our ethic, communion with Jesus. I think of myself -- was it that long ago? -- just recently past my 11th birthday, asking that boy who was masturbating in the chair, "Can I help?" and bringing him to ejaculation, his semen splashing on my face because I hadn't planned for it. In Mom's Friend's House I would have been better prepared; but then he wouldn't have been masturbating publicly either. Can anyone be surprised that, having seen so many times Mom's obvious pleasure taking a penis into her mouth and making it ejaculate I would begin to wonder whether I shouldn't be doing the same? How many pubic hairs did I have? How much had my breasts grown? How needy was I for the closeness of sex? For gorgeous penises to play with? With that in my past I understood it when, in those years while the 11-Year-Old-Boy with the Big Penis was among us, girls felt an urge to put his big penis in their mouth, and he had a different girl to make love to every day of the week. And the others would watch, and not mind at all, not be jealous: because that's the way they had been raised, that's the rule Rev. X and Mom's Friend had inculcated in them. And how lovely it is to banish vanity, jealousy, Shakespearean rage, and as many of the Seven Deadly Sins as we can. By the way: those who would say that the kind of free love growing-up that my Mom and her coterie of friends promoted, drawing from the CoG of years before, damage the psyche of children and make them sex criminals when they are older should take note of the present status of the 11-Year-Old-Boy with the Big Penis, now a medical student, and so many of the girls to whom he made love, one of whom is now a successful politician, a winner of elections as a Democrat in classically Red state. Others are law students and worse. Breasts. If the lovely, holy triangle of passion is the symbol of manly romance the reciprocal is the incitement, excitement of boy passion by bringing nude breasts into his personal space. Terrific Girl, with her silver-dollar nipples and nice if not huge breasts was ideally placed to test the lust and the passion of the 11-Year-Old-Boy with the Big Penis. But before passing judgment, have a look at a book written by a Times of London staffer during a workers' strike in the 1970s: "Domes of Fortune", why breasts are so important: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Domes-Fortune-Alan-Brien/dp/0704332787 http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/comment/obituaries/article400372 3.ece But now hear this: the sexiest and most delicate breasts I've ever seen were on the body of a Jewess. How does that relate? I saw the 11-Year-Old-Boy with the Big Penis making love to her, and it was fantastic, his semen spurting into her and then dripping out. But where does that leave Jesus? She did not share our faith; her only connection being her Mom's ex. We shall have to look into this. Much as the story and the lessons of Terrific Girl and of the 11-Year-Old-Boy with the Big Penis are heartwarming and lovely, reflections of the last years of Mom's Friend's experiment in religion-based sexual liberality for pubescent and adolescent boys and girls, there may be a more important message. I mentioned the Mrs. Robinson phenomenon where mothers of some of the very kids who were cavorting in sex were seducing and being seduced by 19+ year old boys, those who had "graduated" from the nude dance parties and were in the last years of college. I like to think that the respect and reciprocity shown by these boys was a product of their growing up in our environment. These women had, for the most part, been in the CoG or in various sexually liberal communes. They were without inhibition; excited like the audience at a Chippendales event, only these women did not need to limit their antics to stuffing banknotes into g-strings: they were free to stroke and to caress and to fondle: to lower the underpants of a target boy and to play with his penis. I don't know how many affairs resulted; I do know of one or two pregnancies; there probably were more. By the time I was 16 though, I really had little interest in watching 12 to 14-year-old girls fumbling with penises and I had more in common with adults and with college-age girls. It had occurred to me that women over 35 have a sexual need and a sexual ability that transcends triviality and superficiality. To see a 35- or a 40-year old woman playing with a college boy's penis and experimenting with different tongue strokes to make the boy crazy with delight. And then to make his semen catapult into their mouth. They are, I think, sending a message to their daughters, and even to their sons, that they are not over yet, that sex is not a teenage thing but something for life. As well as giving life in the first place. I can envisage my Mom sitting on the lap of one of the older boys, her legs straddling his, and his fingers cuddling and caressing her vagina. As I read my diary now, I see a note that she told him that if he kept it up that would be masturbating and that instead he should put his penis in. But he didn't want to wear a condom (which as regular readers will know, all the boys were supposed to wear once they began having sex outside the safe, enclosed community), so she put his penis in her mouth instead. After a while he ejaculated in quantity and Mom couldn't keep it all in her mouth and it spilled down his penis and onto his balls and pubic hair. And, smiling, Mom didn't want to waste any, so she licked and sucked it all up. And then the boy reciprocated with her, his tongue lapping at her pink vagina and up and around her clitoris until she made loud noises of pleasure. And then, in violation of everything, I saw his penis in her vagina after all. Mom didn't wash for the rest of the day: she wore dried semen on her body as a badge of pleasure. The next day I saw the boy consorting with college girls of his own age; Mom smiled at them all and, now showered and fresh and clothed, wore her memories as a medal. It is wonderful when a girl or woman can walk about with pride in her own community, all those she passes knowing that she enjoys romance and passion, everybody having seen her making love to a penis and receiving its blessing, its semen. In fact, all the boys and men Mom made love to would be likely to remember her as she made a point, whenever she had a penis ejaculate in her mouth, to keep enough semen in her mouth to share with its donor when she would kiss him afterwards. (For my Mom, these are fond memories. She's disabled now and hasn't had sex in a couple of years. I wonder: how tragic is that? Is the denial of sex worse for men than for women?) I can understand Mom's pride in showing off the traces of her lovemaking. A lot of times, as a young teen, I've pranced around outdoors at Mom's Friend's House with semen still dripping from my vagina, hoping people would notice, sharing smiles when they did. The presence of the 11-Year-Old-Boy with the Big Penis and of the girls within his "same-age" cohort vying for his attentions was mirrored by the contest among the middle-aged moms for the attentions of the college boys. I think this was a good thing: suddenly women were going to the gym; their bodies were competitively presented. The women with the nicest boobs, the most promising vaginas and the most interesting personalities set the pace for what we -- girls lower down the food chain, so to speak; or just younger and still working towards our missions in life and our places in society -- could aspire to. And it reminded us that, as I said before, we will be charmed by penises like that of the 11-Year-Old forever. I think, in retrospect, that the cult of youth, invented and perpetuated by advertisers on behalf of peddlers of fake youth, is evil. Until she became disabled, I saw my Mom present her breasts and her vagina to countless men of her own, and of younger ages. There was real beauty to her sex parts, greater beauty even when they were in proximity to a penis; greatest of all when they were drenched in semen. So was it with all the other moms at Mom's Friend's House when, spirited by the 11-Year-Old-Boy with the Big Penis -- a symbolic renewal of all of them, I think -- they rediscovered their own deflorations, their own discovery of sex and of sex as evangelism and as a gateway to Jesus. Dear Reader: think of your own mom, needful of fulsome romance and passion, eager for a big penis to dance for her. Think of a devout man, devoted to God and, for now, to her, kissing now on the lips, now on the vagina, offering her his penis for lovemaking; and think of semen streaming into her mouth as, with his tongue he brings her to ecstasy. Such a lovely thought; such a wholesome, holistic, holy making of love and testimony to Jesus's power. And to make love to a penis in homage to a new generation coming up, in response to arousal at the sight of the 11-Year-Old-Boy with the Big Penis and, say, Terrific Girl with the fine breasts and the sensuous technique and a real appreciation for religiosity as a part of sex: that is the epitome of life everlasting and love eternal. I hope you understand. Love, Carol P.S.: One of the unfortunate consequences of the modern failure to distinguish (as we are seeing in the matter of the Fundamentalist Church of Latter Day Saints and other recent cases) between religious-based sexual mores and pure child abuse is that the Authorities are willy-nilly targeting sexual activity by minors. Mom's Friend's commune is closed; the free-sex communities I've seen have either gone abroad or abandoned parental oversight and left the teaching and the supervision to the teens themselves. More's the pity: I know that I benefited from Mom being there when I was experimenting with sex; and I know that Terrific Girl and all my other friends were kept safe by the fact of Mom's Friend being around. And all of us were charmed and inspired at the sight of the 11-Year-Old-Boy with the Big Penis. Sexual activity by teens is more, not less, common now than ten years ago, and we should all regret that Mom's Friend's rules on same-age, consensual, safe sex despite having so much to recommend them, are (like sex ed generally under the Religious Right and the Sarah Palin constituency) targeted as the cause of, or the encouragement of, "sin" rather than as matters of health, safety, welfare and pleasure. And, above all, recognition that to make love is to obey God's command; that puberty brings with it a sacred obligation to make love and to propagate the faith, to be seen pursuing orgasm. PP.S.: While the First Amendment and the lapse of time (nothing in these stories happened less than ten years ago, everybody is now an adult and, as far as I am aware, happy with her (or his) early sexual awakening, I bring to your attention, Dear Reader, a recent prosecution in England for an Internet account of a totally imaginary story: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/tyne/7649231.stm ("A civil servant is being prosecuted over an internet blog which detailed the kidnap, torture and murder of the pop group Girls Aloud.") I have repeatedly said that my essays are the embellished compilations of historically factual events, buttressed by references to the theological, philosophical and legal issues behind them. And so they are. Today, as I have also said, it is less safe and hence less common for mothers to be present for their daughters' deflorations. But many girls still choose to come out with friends around: the tradition lives on. And in most places from age 16 on there is no risk of State involvement in consensual, same-age sex in front of the parents. It is, after all, unthinkable in this day and age that a liberal boy or girl will still be a virgin at 16. And given the opportunity to show that she is not, to play with a penis, to make it ejaculate for her and to enjoy its semen and to be recognized for her sensuality properly aware girls will do as we did at all those nude dance parties: dance, exchange oral sex, and at the moment of their orgasms take their boy's penis in their vagina for all their friends to admire. Just as at the coming-out parties, the nicest position is when the girl is on a bed or soft table, her friends help her lift her legs high, and the boy, after kissing and exciting her vagina and clitoris rises up and puts in penis inside, and manages his movements so we see the head of his penis from time to time, and so that we get to see the semen when it comes. And then the girl demands to see the penis up close and kiss it and put it in her mouth and taste the semen that has blessed her. _________________________________________________________________ Get more out of the Web. 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