Ned Moore

Old men and?

INTRODUCTION

"She just kept on watching my peter and playing with it. She was really getting me excited. It felt good. I didn't want her to stop, but I was scared somebody would come down the hall and catch us."

"Then Ruthie asked me if I jerked off like she heard boys do a lot."

"I said, 'Once in a while.' I was ashamed to admit I did it practically every night, sometimes during the day, too."

"She asked, 'Do you squirt stuff?'"

"I nodded, and she said real quick, 'Do it now. I want to see it.'"

"Something made me say she could make it squirt if she jerked me off, and she said, 'How do I do it?'"

"I said, 'Just jerk the skin up and down like you've been doing, only faster.'"

"She started doing it real fast. I had to make her slow down. I showed her how to hold my peter and told her not to squeeze too hard. She was eager to do it right so she could make me squirt."

"After a minute of showing her how and telling her, then she got the right hold on it and the right speed and God, I started to get super-stiff and tingly right away. Getting jerked off by somebody else, especially a girl, is the best way to get jerked off there is."

"Ruthie jerked my peter just right and after a half minute she asked how long it took, and I said, 'I'm almost there now.' And I was. I made her stop and dig my hanky out of my pants pocket. I spread it on my shirtfront. Then she started again and said, 'Tell me when it's going to come out.'"

"She pumped me faster and watched and watched and I got that tight powerful good sensation that got stronger and stronger until I was all stiff and holding my breath and my peter was like a rock in her jerking hand. It was a terrific feeling. Stronger than I ever got from doing it myself."

"I told her, 'Here it comes,' and the stuff shot out like a bullet and hit the wall above the end of the bed over my head. Then another load of it almost hit me in the face. It landed on the pillow."

"Ruthie stopped jerking me and I was cheated of a lot of sensation. But she was surprised. Her eyes were real big. She said, 'Gee… wow… it really shoots, doesn't it?' She watched the stuff pump out and run down onto her fingers. 'Is there more?' She giggled. 'It missed your hanky. How come?'"

"I said, 'I don't know. I never shot that far before.'"

"She said, 'I bet it's because I was jerking it off.' She took her hand from my peter and looked real close at the stuff on her fingers. She smelled it and wrinkled her nose. She watched me wipe the pillow and wall. I handed the hanky to her and she wiped her hand."

"Ruthie asked, 'Can you do that again?'"

"I said, 'Yes, but it takes a long time and I don't squirt much the second time.'"

"She said, 'I wish I could squirt.'"

"I said, 'You can't squirt, but you can get the same strong, good feeling. You can come. Haven't you tried to masturbate?' I stuffed my softened peter back into my underpants and zipped up. I was safe."

"Ruthie said, 'Sure. I diddle myself a lot. Dorothy showed me how a year ago. She tells me all about sex and things. She's fourteen.' She finished wiping her hand and smelled her fingers again. She said, 'If that stuff gets inside a girl's crack far enough she can get pregnant, can't she?'"

"I said yes. She said, 'I want to jerk you off again pretty soon. I like to see you shoot. It feels good to jerk your peter like that. I like it. Do you want me to do it again?'"

"I nodded. I sure as hell did. I didn't care if she was my sister or not."

"She smiled and said, 'Okay, and I'll let you put your finger in me and diddle me if you want to.' She hopped off the bed. She said, 'That was fun.' And she went out and I heard the hall floor creak and heard her go into the bathroom and wash her hands. After that, she went into her own room."

"It took me a while to get interested in reading my social studies book again."

"The next time something like that happened was three days later, on a Saturday. Dad went off all day to fish and Mom went downtown to shop. I was supposed to go over to the park to play some baseball with the guys, and Ruthie was supposed to go over to a girl friend's house for a sewing lesson, later."

"So there we were all alone in the house."

"I was in the kitchen raiding the refrigerator when she came in and real quick groped for my peter. I didn't stop her. I'd been thinking this would be a perfect time to do something, if she started it."

"I took an apple from the crisper while she squeezed my peter through my pants. She said, 'It's getting hard already. Want me to jerk you off? You want to diddle me?'"

"I said sure, okay. She took an apple too and we went into my room. She took a bite of her apple and said, 'You take down your pants and I'll take down mine.'"

"So we did. We lay on my bed side by side and she started jerking my peter slow and easy while I started fingering her."

"It was the third time I'd ever gotten to do it with a girl, so I knew what to do. Every girl has a little sex button in her crack that's like the head of a man's peter, only it's real small and sometimes real hard to find. But it wasn't hard to find Ruthie's. Hers was a stiff little bump and she told me when I touched it with my finger. 'Rub me there. That's my hot spot.'"

"She was sticky-wet inside her crack and that made it easy to rub."

"We had our heads propped up with pillows and we were chomping away on our apples. I asked Ruthie if she could come from the way I was diddling her and she nodded and said sure, in a minute. So I kept it up. It was easy, just rubbing the end of my finger over that little hard bump in her crack near the top."

"And she kept on jerking on my peter, too, and she had a smooth way of doing it. I was all hard and tight and getting that special feeling. I hadn't masturbated for three days, hoping we'd have a chance. I had a big load in me ready to shoot."

"I finished my apple and dug my hanky out of my pocket. Ruthie asked me, 'Is it close?' I said yeah and she said to stop diddling her, to finish her off afterward, so she could really jerk me off good."

"She got up on her knees on the bed by my side and really started pumping me up and down fast and hard and good. God!"

"The feeling got stronger and stronger. I started to get all tense. Then she shifted to her other hand and it felt even better, if you can imagine – it was something about the way her fingers gripped my peter."

"Anyway, I just barely remembered to hold my hanky up over my peter to keep the stuff from shooting all over me and the bed and everything, but Ruthie said, 'No, don't! I want to see it shoot up.' And she pushed my hand away."

"So that's what happened. I said, real tense like, 'Okay, then, you clean it up.' And she said she would, so I pulled my shirt up and just closed my eyes and let it build up and it just about wiped me out when it hit – God! I just let it happen! It felt like my guts were shooting up out of my peter."

"Ruthie kept on pumping me till I was all pumped out. I had to stop her. She said, 'You had an awful lot!' She giggled. 'It went up higher than my head!'"

The temptation presented by a lush, ripe young girl, ten, eleven or twelve years old is often too much for a man to resist. If circumstances arrange themselves just so, many men of all ages (and an occasional woman) will succumb to the lure of a fresh, young, well-developed body. It is a legal crime to yield to that temptation, but for as long as Man has been Man it has happened, does happen, will happen.

It happened to the five people whose stories I am presenting in this book. These cases are the result of interviews, some taped conversations, one wild, incredible late-night phone call, and a scrawled confession on high-school notepaper.

Names and locations have been changed.

Don't condemn top harshly the adults in this book whose experiences brand them as child molesters, technically. Whom a ten or eleven-year-old girl has the body of a young woman, or nearly so, the male mind naturally tends to think in terms of sex. The body is old enough, is the inner whisper. A rounded, nubile body is often impossible to resist. Often there is no will to resist. Often the girl, curious and intrigued, impelled by newly burgeoning sexual urges, will invite exploration and new knowledge.

What then?

The stories in this book show you.

CHAPTER ONE: LOUISA

How often in history has an older stepbrother "fooled around" with his younger stepsister? Times without number. It is perhaps true that no family, broken and then combined with part of another, is free of some sexual activity between the children involved.

One might even go so far as to say that such stepbrother-sister sexual activity, in one degree or another, is normal – because of its frequency and universality. It could be one of the better sexual education systems in modern society… if society had the courage to investigate and admit it.

But I'm not praising it or trying to encourage it; the chances of sexual trauma are too great for the younger partner, whatever the child may learn about sex in the process. The adult in adult-child sexual encounters or seductions is not often a trained psychologist or interested in protecting the tender psyche of the sexually precocious but emotionally immature child he is dealing with.

But often he must go slowly, and cleverly, to protect himself, if the child is a stepsister and in a position to get him into deep, humiliating trouble.

Often parents of developing girls are careless in providing older stepbrothers opportunity, and stupid in not giving the child sexual information when she needs it.

This was the case with Donald and Louisa.

Donald began to tell me of his sexual adventures with his "sexy little" stepsister while he was drunk one night in a bar. He didn't know me beyond the fact that I was a writer of sex studies. He was anonymous – a young man in a dim booth talking softly under the blare of a juke box.

I asked him if he'd tell the story in detail into a tape recorder. I said I didn't want real names and if any slipped in I would change them.

He agreed and we went to my apartment. It took him about an hour to tell it all, with my prompting and questioning. I have edited the transcribed manuscript to omit my part and his many irrelevant asides. And, as part of my agreement with him, I have destroyed the tape after transcribing it.

The following is Donald's confession.

"See, there I was conned into staying in the house Friday night while my mother and stepfather went out to see this stupid movie with Julie Andrews in it."

"I didn't have anywhere to go. I didn't have a girl then. I was twenty-one and still a little scared of girls then."

"So Mom and him lay out a lot of bribes – ice cream in the freezer for me – and some good specials on TV, and they track out to the car and go."

"Then I see Louisa in her bedroom and her door is open and I can see her reflection in the dresser mirror. She's undressing for her bath and I come alive because Louisa is only eleven years old, you know? But she has the tits of a sixteen-year-old."

"See, she's his daughter, and Mom got her in the deal. He's Greek and we're mostly German-English, and his first wife was Italian – so you see Louisa had that hot Mediterranean blood in her. They bloom fast. She sure did. Eleven years old and she's got those big dark eyes, sexy eyes, like she was born knowing how to fuck."

"She was standing by her bed skinning down her jeans. I was in the kitchen and was looking down the hall to her room. My room was down in the basement. She stepped out of those jeans and I got a beautiful sight of her little round ass and nice legs. She had a body, a real body on her, and then she pulls off her sweater and stands there in her white bra – yeah, Mom made her wear one – and she walks out of sight for a minute and I'm hoping she comes into view of that mirror again – and she does, and she's stark naked."

"I stopped breathing. Jeeeesus what a perfect little body! I got a hard-on so fast you wouldn't believe it."

"I guess I'm a tit man, you know? All I could see was those beautiful white tits sticking out. Not round… she had those pear-shaped kind that really stick out, with pink knobs at the tips. That's what knocked me out, too, was those swollen little knobs, and the nipple sort of a quiet little, darker pink nub in the middle of the knob."

"So I get a tight throat and a gut-empty feeling, and I'm staring like crazy, and my prong is stiff and hot on my belly. And she puts on her robe and I see she didn't have any pussy hair – smooth as silk down there, with a little slit far in between her thighs."

"Then she comes out of her room and goes into the bathroom and shuts the door. I got ideas plenty, but I was scared. I went into the living room and turned on the TV. What the hell could I do? – walk in on her in the tub? Yeah, I thought about it."

"A half an hour goes by and I'm watching a comedy or something and I'm thinking about her and my hard-on is gone, but it's still laying half hard, sort of tingling and feeling ready to go… you know how your prick feels sometimes? I knew I was going to pull it out and jack off as soon as she went to bed. I've got a big one, too."

"Louisa came out of the bathroom all damp and steamy and her robe was just red cotton with white dots on it. And she came into the living room and the robe is buttoned, but her tits – God, those nice, juicy tits – stuck out and jiggled some when she walked over to see what I had on the TV."

"She wanted to stay up and watch some of the Cavett Show because he was going to have a big rock star on – I forget who now – and I started getting ideas."

"But she beat me to it. She plopped her ass on the sofa next to me and watched the stupid detective show that was on for a minute, and she makes a face and says, 'Donny, can I ask a question… a sex question?'"

"Sure," I said. I was casual but I was getting hard again.

"Myra told me boys have little babies in their nuts and they shoot them into a girl's stomach and that's how girls get preggie. Is that right?'"

"It blew my mind, that coming out of Louisa, but we liked each other, and we horsed around sometimes, but I kept my hands safe, you know, and I swore a lot when the folks weren't around. Shit, kids know all the words anyway."

"So I said, 'Sort of. It's kind of complicated, though.'"

"How?"

"I dodged at first and got cold guts and told her to ask Mom. But she said she tried to and Mom got up-tight and told her she wasn't old enough to know that yet. So it was my chance and I started building insurance all over – you know, 'I'll tell you but you got to promise not to tell Mom or your dad I did.' Like that."

"She crossed her heart and promised. So I took a big chance and said I could show her easier than tell it, and asked if she'd ever seen a boy's nuts and penis."

"You know, she got a secret smile and said no. And, yes, she wanted to see mine, and it was just between us… she was curious as hell."

"But my hard-on was shrunk. Scared. But I unzipped and pulled out the limp little thing, and my balls."

"She stared and put her hand out and said, 'Can I feel 'em?'"

"Sure." And she started playing and fingering the balls at first, in the sack, you know. She said, "They do feel like nuts – little walnuts. Is that where the babies are made?'"

"I started to get a little technical and my prong started to fill up. And she saw it and started to feel it. She got her little fingers around it and lifted it up as it got longer and stiffer. She was all eyes and questions."

"God, it felt good with her handling it like that – that curious, innocent touch, first time holding a prick. She was a virgin to everything!"

"She was all eyes at how big it got. I've got nearly seven inches hard, so you know it was pretty terrific to her."

"I told her the seed came up the tube inside the penis and squirted into a woman's womb. She didn't know what a womb was… so I just casually, as if it was okay and perfectly right, I said, 'Take off your robe and I'll show you where your womb is.' Like I was doing her a favor and it was a bore."