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Subject: {ASSM} A letter to "M" about my 15th birthday party
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While writing a book about the sex cult at Mom's Friend's House
in the 1990s as a follow-up to essays published here in the past
and tentatively entitled "A Penis is a Girl's Best Friend" I
found a draft letter from me to "M." I've edited it for clarity
and, a bit, for style. It says a lot about the sex life of a
15-year-old girl or boy at Mom's Friend's House, a commune set up
by young mothers who fled the Children of God to protect their
children from "sex abuse" by adults--all the while arguing that
sex at puberty is part and parcel of religion. "Shared" sex with
successive same-age partners (boy and girl had to be within 10%
of each other's age) in front of family and friends was seen as
"witnessing" for Jesus. Semen as Host of Holy Communion,
ejaculation a sacred act.

The origins of such beliefs can be found piecemeal in the
teachings of David Berg ("Father David" or "Moses David"), a
preacher of part-Jewish ancestry (but himself virulently
anti-semitic) and a former member of the Christian and Missionary
Alliance. In his later years it is said that he became a pervert
and child sex abuser. There are several Web sites maintained by
and for survivors of his cult, notably http://xfamily.org

But Mom's Friend's House was different. Under today's laws the
failure of knowing parents (i.e. mothers since almost all the
resident members were single moms) to put a stop to sex even
between consenting, same-age under-age children could have severe
legal consequences. The era of 1960s free-sex communes that Mom's
Friend sought to emulate is over. But as it happens, and just
like David Berg, Mom's Friend managed to co-opt those who
mattered politically. Her commune closed down as much for
economic reasons as out of fear of the law: the financial crisis
wiped out much of the subsidy she got from a trust fund her
parents had set up when she joined the CoG; the real estate crash
wiped out much of her home equity. Predictably, members of her
commune went underground; I am sure the adolescents continue to
have sex, now restrained only by time and distance. One hopes
they still follow Mom's Friend's Rules, regulations that kept her
teens safe for two decades. http://www.scribd.com/doc/20600564/

What to the outside world is promiscuity and child sex abuse to
others with a certain religious vision, like the Children of God
and to Mom's Friend is obedience to Divine Law. Mom's Friend,
like her mentor David Berg, deemed sex to be part and parcel of
evangelical Christianity. The Family International, successors to
the CoG still exists in a truncated way. It denies that it still
adheres to that vision but nobody really knows.

Mom's Friend's House closed a decade ago. But there inevitably
remain hidden in society subcultures that follow the same theme:
unrestrained orgasm is a divine reward, an acknowledgment of
faith and salvation. Fundamentalist Mormons (Warren Jeffs'
church) hold to that theme in a different way. At least Mom's
Friend supervised her adolescents, protecting them from abuse by
adults--a constant theme among cults, whether led by Jim Jones,
David Koresh, David Berg or any other cult leader.

For Mom's Friend, "feminism" meant female management of sex, and
a "right to pursue orgasm" by every female. For her, oral sex was
obligatory foreplay, and this acknowledged that many girls and
women can only achieve orgasm via cunnilingus. One wonders
whether any of the other sex cult gurus concerned themselves with
girls' and women's orgasms, with the pursuit of orgasm as a
right. And a health issue:
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1199132/NHS-recommends-pu
pils-orgasm-day-reduce-risk-heart-attack-stroke.html

My 1995 letter to a friend should be read in that context.


January 15, 1995

Dear M.

Sorry you missed my 15th [birthday party]. You would have had
fun. S. and O[lder] G[irl] organized it. Two of the boys you know
from the House. The other 3 came from elsewhere. Read on.

Almost right away after all the boys had arrived we all got
undressed and showered together, a good way to get to know one
another as you are well aware. The other girls looked at faces, I
looked at penises and found one I liked. I arranged to have him
assigned to me once O.G. calculated the age difference was under
10%. Why him you ask? The answer is in what you always called my
"penis diary". I wrote it down. K's penis was (and I suppose
still is, but what do I know) one of those wider at the tip than
at the base, and the tip was very round, not mushroomy flat and
not conical. And K was not, except for his pubic hair, hairy. I
wanted to kiss that penis. I wanted to see it erect.

As the birthday girl I felt I had a right to do anything I
wanted. I started my party early and sidled up to K., into his
"personal space" as Mom calls it, so neither he nor his penis
could ignore my boobs. He responded by kissing me, and then his
hands were on my boobs and the others were watching us. I felt
his penis, and I felt it get stiff. But it wasn't yet sex time so
I didn't let things get too far.

(How long did it take you to get used to boys staring at your
boobs instead of looking you in the eyes when talking to you? Did
you do what I do, stare at the guy's penis in response? That was
my way of breaking the ice with boys at the houseboat. Take off
my top and make them take off their shorts. I considered it a
great victory to be the first girl to see and play with a boy's
virgin penis. And to give an orgasm to a boy who never had one
and hardly knew what it meant I was doing the work of Jesus
Himself. Imagine a boy who's never seen semen ejaculating some
just for me! And then there were those boys I walked away from
and sent off the boat because they weren't circumcised. It must
have been hard for them. But I wasn't having an uncircumcised
penis in my mouth any more than you would. Then there were the
times Mom walked in on us scaring the boy out of his wits, and
sometimes his erection. But she always smoothed things over,
congratulating the boy on his "gorgeous penis" and giving me oral
sex "advice".)

By then the showering was finished so we dried off and then the
boys didn't know what to do with the wet towels and had to be
shown the hampers. You'd think they could find such things on
their own.

Only one of the boys was young enough to qualify for L. That left
3 boys and 3 girls to figure out who belonged with whom. Not my
problem. If O.G. was going to be the chaperone let her worry. Her
and her mom [Mom's Friend].

I remember that for your birthday there was a pool party. But
January isn't exactly pool weather and so things were reversed,
and our promenade would be an after-sex thing. We did have a
barbecue but only because T[errific] G[irl]'s dad was around and
was willing to cook outside for us. She did the serving, which
was nice. Especially since she wasn't part of the party. Still,
as a nude 13-year-old she was popular and I could see that all
the boys lusted after her. Maybe it was her reputation as oral
sex queen, or maybe not: I don't think her reputation got that
far. More likely her boobs and her posture which, K. said, "let
the cat out of the bag", whatever that means in the context.

Very probably T.G., tactless as she is, said something about
penises, semen and her dad and M[om's] F[riend], maybe even in
that order. But nude waitresses always attract attention, don't
they, and their nudity speaks. Especially hers. She is, in terms
of sex, like a converted Catholic who can't stop talking about
her new life and about orgasms and semen and Jesus. And her
latest penis. I suppose the boys were happy to listen, and just
ignore the Jesus part. I'm not sure how much "sharing" and
"witnessing" are native to boys who didn't grow up under M.F. and
whose folks just happen to know us because of their free-sex
philosophy. K. had an evangelical history with his coming out
[i.e., losing his virginity] but I don't think the others did.

T.G.'s tactlessness could be useful. Remember that hoity-toity
boy who seemed to think that he was doing us a favor by letting
us have oral sex with him? T.G. blurted out that if it wasn't for
his mom's "freewill gifts and offerings" to M.F. he wouldn't be
there. M.F. took in a lot of needy single moms of girls who
escaped from the CoG but others had to contribute.

As I discovered, K. had come to sex at 14 when his parents had a
like-minded couple over and their 14-y.o. daughter was put to bed
with him. It seems that in their lifestyle that's the way one
comes out. A weekend in bed with another teen and it's taken for
granted that there will be sex. Well why not? Blood on the
sheets? A Night of Defloration? Presumably there is Depo Provera
or the Pill, but that was something K. had no idea about. All K.
could say was that before he knew it his penis was in the girl's
vagina and she started to cry but all of a sudden stopped and
decided she was glad. In the morning both sets of parents were
excited.

The kids came down to breakfast in their bathrobes as they
weren't wearing nightclothes. The two mom's got them to open
their robes and show off their sex parts. The girl got
embarrassed and there were tears, and the boy had to console her
and all of a sudden he had an erection again and he couldn't stop
himself and they wound up having sex again in front of the
parents. Which was probably the point: witnessing with sex in
front of friends and family. To draw them closer to Jesus.

T.G.'s dad brought over barbecued chicken, and there was salad.
Aside from that there was bread, ice cream and cupcakes. Mine had
a candle. (He affected not to stare later on when we were having
sex, but as Mom's Friend always said--even in relation to him,
her longtime bf--men can't be trusted in anything relating to
sex. Anyway I saw he had a sort-of erection, and later we saw him
and Mom's Friend making love so something must have aroused him.
And while her parents were doing that, T.G. herself was fussing
with some boy's penis. Isn't she always?)

Over the course of the lunch we heard everybody's coming-out
story. My "accident" at age 11½. The coming-out parties of 3 of
the girls. F., who, to hear of her life at the Children of God
had never been a virgin at all. (The CoG's notoriety about child
sex abuse was anyway what made Mom and Mom's Friend get out of
there with their own babies, as you must know.) And among the
boys other than K. two who were seduced by "older women" as soon
as their penises were judged "sexy" and one who Mom's Friend had
recruited for a coming-out party last year where the girl's mom
wanted a virgin. He described the whole event and then asked me,
since I was the party girl, if that was the "protocol for today"
as well since he knew from the couple of nude dance parties he'd
been to that we "always started off nude parties with a sex
show".

I told him it wasn't a "show" but a "celebration" and a sharing
and witnessing. For Jesus no less. And, irrelevantly, that only
circumcised Christian boys need apply. Then I rubbed K's penis
for emphasis. And was surprised how quickly it sprang to
erection. O.G., still chaperoning, said it looked as if the party
was starting.

I took K. over to the "dais" [where a gym mat lies on a platform
for sex]. We sat on a lounger next to the mat and exchanged
kisses and his hands gravitated to my boobs. It was obvious he
wasn't from the House since the kissing and fondling went on a
long time; if Mom's Friend's Rules were literally applied, his
long-time stroking of my vagina and clitoris might have been
criticized as "masturbation". But it felt nice and nobody was
complaining. I put a stop to it by playing with his penis and
then when I decided the girls--and I too--were getting bored with
what Mom once called "peripheral promises" I slid down to the
floor and put his penis in my mouth.

I was using my tongue to play with its shape and often taking the
penis out of my mouth to admire it and lick its head and show it
off to the other girls. After about 5 minutes O.G. stepped in and
whispered in my ear, but in a way that everybody could hear, that
it was orgasm time for me. What she meant--and my girlfriends and
I knew that--was that this wasn't one of "our" boys and if I
allowed him to ejaculate in my mouth he might never be eager to
kiss my clitoris and vagina to orgasm stage and maybe even his
penis wouldn't be stiff enough for vaginal intercourse.

So she told us to change places and, when it was apparent he'd
never done it before, gave him a lesson in cunnilingus. At that
point M.F. came in to wish me a happy birthday, said she was
sorry to interrupt and then belied that by giving a short homily
on how a girl's kissing fest with a penis can promote feminism if
it makes the boy reciprocate by putting his tongue in her vagina
and giving her the orgasm she might not get with just his penis
there.

One of the visiting boys had instinctively covered his penis with
his hand when M.F., who can be intimidating, had come in the
room. She told him to take his hand away, for "an erection shows
the presence of Jesus", sex and orgasm are instruments of
evangelization and salvation, semen the "body and blood of
Christ." And "What a lovely erection you have! Your mom must be
very proud of you." Then she said something about feminism and
oral sex--stuff you've heard many times.

When M.F. had left I did my best to rush things, thinking sexy
thoughts and all the rest, and managed to reach orgasm in 10
minutes at most. I saw K. was glad of that and I hardly needed to
prompt him to move up and put his penis in my vagina. He found it
uncomfortable doing this over the edge of the lounger so I
stretched out on top of it, with my legs alternately over the
side and then raised. Everybody could see his penis. It couldn't
have been longer than 6 inches and it fell out of my vagina
several times; I guided it back in each time. He ejaculated and I
stayed in position for a minute or so until semen leaked out of
my vagina. I gathered it up to taste and wanted some more so I
took his penis into my mouth and squeezed out what I could.

You know how nice it is to have a penis go into your vagina just
at the peak of an oral-sex orgasm. When he came after 5 minutes
or so I was still delirious. There is nothing like reinforcing an
oral-sex orgasm with penis-in-vagina, and when you feel the
ejaculation you just know Jesus is with you.

Right away it was a free for all, starting with all four girls
kneeling, each with a penis in her mouth. And ending with semen
in mouth, semen in vagina, semen on boobs and/or semen on faces.
L.E. was the most aggressive with his penis, making a drama of
his penis sliding into R's vagina after he'd kissed it up
orgasm-wise. But you could have guessed that, I think, since it
was his penis that presided over your coming out. Once it was out
of R.'s vagina she had to take it in her mouth--there was semen
dripping out of it and "semen mustn't be wasted", right?

R. was originally going to make love to one of the visiting boys
but she was having her period and mentioned it; L.E. of course
didn't mind but unsurprisingly the visiting boy would have. The
rest of the afternoon R. would be prancing around with dried
semen on her cheeks and her boobs and her pubic hair. A
celebration of making love, and especially sexy I think when like
R. a girl has attractive breasts, substantial but not unwieldy,
nipples not too big nor too small.

The boys visiting from out of town were unused to our notion of
semen as sacred, semen-in-mouth as sacrament. Penis in mouth was
something they knew, even vaginal kissing. But the extended oral
sex that we do was new to them. And as O.G. surmised, it took the
promise of orgasm for my boy to put his tongue into my vagina and
keep it there, and to kiss and lick my clitoris to the orgasm
stage.

That said, a good time was had by all. But at the end of the day
K., not knowing the Rules, got quite befuddled when S. sidled up
to him and whispered "I just LOVE your penis. Let's share orgasms
tomorrow." K. looked at me puzzled and I had to tell him I'd had
my orgasmic birthday present and sharing was part and parcel of
our lives. Also that we never had sex alone, always witnessing. I
patted his penis for emphasis and walked away; I think he was
crushed, naively expecting some kind of ongoing relationship with
me that wasn't to be. Outsiders don't always understand that our
"commitment" is to Jesus and not to our partner of the day, that
for us the penis is Jesus's instrument of love and of faith,
semen the proof of them and orgasm our reward for taking Jesus
into our souls.

(Just so: the next day I watched from up close as K.'s gorgeous
penis filled S.'s mouth with semen which she worked hard
collecting before swallowing. I nodded to her and she licked more
semen from the penis before leaning back, spreading her legs, and
guiding K.'s face to her vagina.)

Of all of us I think D. put on the best show, if that's what you
can call it. She made R.B.'s penis ejaculate right between her
lips and then opened her mouth with the head of his penis covered
in semen, and more semen dripping from her lips. She then sucked
it all, or most all, back into her mouth to swallow. There were
still bits on her boobs and her chin when R.B. moved down and
began to kiss her 'gina. There was no penis-in-vagina as far as I
saw. D. said she had the best orgasm ever. But then a girl's best
orgasm is always the one she just had, isn't it?

I should mention that like you D. moved her lips extra-slow over
head of the penis, teasing the boy, almost challenging the penis
to ejaculate for her. T.G. does that too. I'm less successful in
resisting a boy's impulse to move his own penis back and forth in
response to the resulting urgent sexual "itch". T.G. says she
gets a lot more semen out of a boy the longer she can postpone
his ejaculation and the more the better.

Just about the time that R.B. ejaculated for D. my Mom walked in
to see how I was getting on. She watched that bit of theater with
some amusement. What could she do but smile? After all there
isn't anybody who hasn't seen her antics with penises. Licking
semen and treating it as Host of Holy Communion. Whatever I know
of sex I learned from her. I grew up seeing penises making Mom
happy and once I came out she's been watching me. It wasn't for
nothing that Mom was a flirty-fishing lobbyist. She still does
that with any politician important enough to help.

Mom took some of the gloss off the event though when she nagged
us to "clean up after yourselves". We have a new cleaner, an old
lady from Macedonia (or is it Montenegro? Starts with an M
anyway) who speaks no known language and is not fazed by sex.
M.F. seems not to want to give her too much work for fear she'll
quit. I suspect her real function is to see that the sex is
voluntary and that the Same-Age Rule is obeyed and our sex is
"legal". She's inscrutable: I'm always wondering what she's
thinking. Mom says that maybe in her old country she was a spy
for the Communist Party.

J. came out the other day. T.G. did the honors. Mom's Friend saw
him naked and just told him it was time: "You've got pubic hair
so you need orgasms" was more or less what she said. What she
really meant was, I'm sure, that with his penis growing she was
worried he'd start masturbating if he didn't have regular sex.
Onan, spilled seed and all that. (Rev. X said recently it's not
Onan at all, that M.F. is wrong, that the masturbation
prohibition is from Leviticus, but never mind. It's still a House
rule.) He's only 12 and T.G. was within the Same Age Rule, so it
was she who got to play with his penis first. T.G. said there was
some semen and it was "nice". I didn't see the event, more's the
pity, but I did see him one time with his penis in another girl's
mouth. It was a girl his mom had found for him somewhere. They
said she was 13 but she looked 11, except that she too had pubic
hair, enough to make her vulva "attractive" in a Mom's Friend's
House sense. And boobs, sort of: eye-candy for a 12-year-old boy
I imagine.

You'll remember we talked about there being not much M.F. could
do about pre-pubescent boys who chose to masturbate in private,
except to wait until they started puberty and then having them
come out right away, knowing that intercourse would pre-empt
masturbation. Of course I can't deny that I spent a lot of time
with growing penises during my houseboat year. Seducing, but
that's another story. Mom (as M.F. did later) had said that as
long as a boy has some pubic hair it doesn't matter how big or
small is penis is, nor how much semen he ejaculates. It's the
orgasm itself that counts. The trouble with that theory is that
the more semen that comes out the longer the orgasm lasts. If
that weren't so boys wouldn't be so glad when I tease their
penises, pause occasionally mouthing the penis, change my pace
and otherwise delay their orgasms and increase the volume of
their ejaculations.

When T.G. was 13 and targeted 12-year-old boys the whole thing
came back to me: I loved watching her. And of course once a boy
had his first orgasm with her he would become very needy for
more, whether with her or any of the other eligible girls. I have
to say, though, that seduction was easier for T.G. than for me
since being nude was normal at the House, but I had to seduce
boys while wearing clothes. And invariably she had boys' mothers
supporting her effort--at the House it seems every mom wanted to
see her boy making love. There's a special, if subtle,
relationship between a mom and her boy's penis.)

When you get back to [Our Town] they want you to do a demo at the
next nude dance party. Maybe I can get K. and you together. I
think by now he's been properly trained to respect a sex-mad
Christian girl's wants and needs. The only issue is to get him
here since he doesn't have a driving license. I can't wait to see
you with his penis in your mouth, your boobs moving in synch with
his balls. Remember how it was with the other boy (who was it
anyway, I forget) when you were on the dais at the dance? You
forgot to switch the penis from mouth to vagina before
ejaculation and semen spurted into your mouth and then ran out
your lips, down your chin, on your boobs and thighs and you had
to catch it with your hand and stuff it back in your mouth. The
boys watching were hypnotized to the point of stopping whatever
they were doing to their own girls. How many offers of dates did
you get as a result of that?

Before I forget: L.L. announced she is pregnant. A Jesus baby. I
think she did it on purpose. Anyway she's 17, so it's legal.
She'll graduate on time she says, and then take it from there.
She was going to go to community college (who of us can afford
anything else?), maybe she still can. There are plenty of
babysitters among us. One of the girls in my class in school is
pregnant too and nobody even knew she wasn't a virgin. Nobody
knows who the father is, not even her, apparently. If she does
she won't say. Maybe I should bring her to one of our parties. If
she'll come. Some boys like sex with pregnant girls. I bet she's
never had a real orgasm, and we can help that. She and L.L. could
have sex in parallel--it would make a neat image, the two of them
first with penises moving in vagina and then with semen running
out of their vaginas.

S.S. told me he desperately needed to show you something. I told
him I was sure you'd seen and cuddled it before. In fact I know
you have. He only smirked and said maybe I'd like to play with it
instead. Or in addition. I told him I was committed for next
Saturday's dance but if he was especially nice, someday soon. I
ended with the usual noncommittal "I like your penis, but ..."

My reservations over S.S. are the same as yours: his arrogance
when he stands in front of a girl holding erect penis between
thumb and forefinger silently expecting her to lean over or kneel
down and put her lips around it.

There was a lot of chatter about sitting on a boy's face. I guess
someone was listening to Kinky Friedman. That is, you'll
remember, something we did at my birthday party last year. It's
great because you can direct the boy's tongue exactly where it
ought to be to give the most pleasure. I don't know about you,
but I found changing places so the boy sat on my boobs and moved
his penis back and forth in my mouth until he ejaculated (what
M.F., who knows all this stuff, calls "irrumatio") to be almost
as much fun. In fact, I don't know about you but having the boy's
penis right in front of me, his balls lodged on my boobs, seeing
and feeling his penis sliding in and out of my mouth, gave me
such a fantastic feeling of importance, of holiness, of
femininity, of sexiness, of delight. With each thrust I felt
closer to Jesus, right up until the semen came and Jesus's DNA
poured into my mouth. When the penis finally left my mouth I felt
a twinge of regret, I had come to love it so, just as I love
Jesus. Do you remember how the boy's mom, who'd been watching,
came over and kissed me on the cheek afterwards? She said she was
absolutely sure he'd never had an orgasm so "magnificent".

The boy's semen came in an endless series of spurts. Mom long ago
told me never to stop running my lips against a penis until the
semen has stopped. But of course with the boy doing the movement
that's not a problem, he just kept the penis in motion until he
was finished. Then I wiped off the penis with my lips, the boy
stood up and I struggled to swallow it all. I remember looking
over at you at the time, but your boy's penis was still in motion
and the next time I looked it was all over and you were just
wiping your mouth with your hand. But do you remember how N. had
braces and the semen stuck to them even after she tried to
swallow it all; it looked really odd. Later we all compared notes
on any bits of semen on our bodies would give away what we'd
done. I think all the boys were in post-orgasmic trances!

Finally: I think K. was my 40th penis! I can't be certain because
I didn't start my diary until I was 12, but working back I think
that's how many I've made love to. That's 40 different boys for
Jesus, and maybe 400 orgasms in all. M.F. says we could aim at
20,000 orgasms in a lifetime. I've got a long way to go and will
have to make love more often to have a hope of getting there.
(Mom says she wouldn't be surprised if, counting all the boys at
the houseboat when I was busy seducing pubescent penises, I've
closer to 50 lovers. But should I count a penis that was only in
my mouth, never in my vagina? I've always thought a girl was
still a virgin no matter how many penises she's had in her mouth,
no matter how much semen she's swallowed, if her hymen is still
intact.)

Be sure to get back to us with your latest penis stories! Do tell
us about the sharing and witnessing you've seen and done, all the
'gina kissing you've had! I know you aren't as fanatical about
semen as some of the girls, me for example. But you surely have a
precious story or two to tell.

Love and xxx,
Carol

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