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"It is a pity when puberty gives way to adolescence and angst without the 
child having been aware of sexual capacity and being free to use it. To 
denominate it a 'cult' and to claim that it is wrong to banish shame, 
modesty and inhibition and encourage kids to act freely on their sexual 
urges violates natural law."

-- Mom's Friend


In other words, when a boy's penis starts to grow and when a girl has her 
first menses, when there is pubic hair and when there is the first feeling 
of desire, adolescents should freely and spontaneously explore their 
sexuality. Boys and girls should experience orgasm together as soon as they 
have the capacity and the urge. And if they have been exposed to adults and 
teens having sex with faith and pride, there will be no obstacle to such 
fulfillment of natural law.

I have written a great deal about young people and how they came to join our 
way of faith and life and sex because for us the evangelizing role -- our 
"flirty fishing", bringing Jesus to young people through orgasm, and 
experiencing Holy Communion through the semen Host passed from boy to girl 
at ejaculation -- is the defining element of our lives.

On the other hand, we recognize the limits of religious freedom. The U.S. 
Supreme Court has set limits on State interference in private sexuality and 
in religious expression, but that does not leave us free to act -- or even 
to disseminate our ideas freely -- in the public space. Most of us come from 
a parental background in the Children of God or in the commune movement that 
had its heyday in the 1960s. Many of us, myself included, are children 
literally born of that free sex movement. We believe that children should be 
allowed to grow up free of artificial social and legal restraints concerning 
the knowledge of sex, and that from the moment when, early or late in 
puberty as the case may be, a boy or a girl feels the urge for sexual 
relations that God is speaking personally to him or her, inviting 
participatory membership in His congregation of the faithful. But that sex 
as religion must never be confounded with sex as lust and that coercion of 
any kind is sinful. The result of these beliefs, long ago codified, lead to 
the following rules, some of which have origins in the Children of God (see 
below), others being new:

-- Children should be free to observe adolescents and adults nude and at sex 
(Privacy is an anachronism; "modesty" is by definition "false modesty"
-- Our bodies are temples of God and should be cared for and respected as 
such (We have that in common with the Mormons, among others.)
-- Arousal and orgasms are manifestations of God's presence and should be a 
source of joy not only to the couple involved but to those who observe it
-- Oral sex is an important element of foreplay, and it is safe sex, and can 
be fun regardless of penis size or state of boy's or girl's development 
(This was new in the 1960s; I think today most adults and kids take it for 
granted; see some of my earlier essays.)
-- The enjoyment of semen the essence of Holy Communion (I don't know Moses 
Berg's view of semen. I think this philosophy was developed later by Mom's 
Friend and other women of her circle.)
-- For the protection of minors, under-18s should have sexual relations only 
with those within approximately10% of their own age (the "10% rule", 
extended by some to as much as 15%) (The lack of such a rule in the CoG, and 
Moses Berg's increasing fixation with young children and sex, led to Mom's 
and Mom's Friend's departure from the Church.)
-- The female has the predominant role in sex and an absolute entitlement to 
the pursuit of orgasm
-- A boy or girl should be encouraged (but never coerced) to experience sex 
just as soon as he or she reaches puberty, as genitals grow and pubic hair 
appears and breasts begin to grow.
-- Masturbation is unnatural and biblically prohibited and, with easy access 
to sex should be unnecessary (In this Rule Mom's Friend notably deviated 
Moses David's teaching.)
-- Girls should take birth control pills from the time of their first menses 
(Moses David also discouraged birth control; read what I have written as a 
postcript regarding Europeans.)
-- We must, absolutely and positively, restrict sexual activities to a 
closed community of the faithful: sex should be safe sex. From age 18 or 
when we went off to college and would be exposed to the general community of 
sexually active people we would have to use condoms, or be faithful to a 
single partner. (The CoG encountered problems following the outbreak of 
AIDS/HIV in the 1980s. By that time, Mom had left the Church.)

One might say that we epitomize the 60s plea to "make love, not war", and 
reject invitations to violence such as those of David Koresh and similar 
cultists and -- if "September Dawn" is to be believed, Brigham Young ("If 
any miserable scoundrels come here, cut their throats," Young said in his 
Blood Atonement Sermon).

Our teenage years were characterized by nude socializing and regular nude 
dance parties. Some, but far from all, girls chose to have "coming out" 
(defloration) parties at which their mothers and a few friends would attend 
their first encounter with a penis and watch a penis slide into their vagina 
for the first time. (Such parties are far more common in mainstream life 
than the public is led to believe, but that's another story. I majored in 
sociology and wrote my college thesis on sexual sociology and found some 
surprising statistics in the process.)

Many or most of our mothers are single moms. This is not something that we 
celebrate; it's a fact of life and the nature of our particular community. 
My Mom had been a member of Moses David's Children of God. (You can read all 
about this on various Web sites, including my own:
http://www.angelfire.com/co4/cobil ) She rejected the Church after David 
Berg's descent into pedophilia, but she very much accepted his teaching that 
sex is part and parcel of religious faith and that it is a celebration of 
God and a means of attracting others to salvation. From the time she left 
the Church until I was 12 we lived in one or another commune, and from 12 to 
13 on a houseboat owned by one of her lovers. After that we moved to "Mom's 
Friend's House", where nearly all the events I have recorded over the past 
few years in my essays occurred.

Except for my own defloration, which happened by accident when I was 11-1/2: 
I was fooling around with a boy, both of us naked. And somehow I tripped and 
fell and somehow he fell on top of me. And before I knew it his penis was 
inside my vagina. Within days I had come to terms with my new status, and I 
began to play with penises and enjoy making them erect and making them 
ejaculate. And accepted semen as being the literal Body and Blood of Christ 
and the true Host of Holy Communion to be savored and consumed.

Those are our beliefs. We are mindful, though, that social pressures created 
by false prophets and political control freaks have led to a generalized 
prejudice against adolescent sex -- even though half of all kids today have 
sex by age 15. Mom and I, and our circle, have lived apart from that 
prejudice. And we have avoided public scrutiny perhaps because of our 
"feminist" regime, which has served to exclude men who are not genuinely 
sympathetic to our worldview and our beliefs. Involvement in our circle 
implies a strong family commitment. After that, "denunciation" is unlikely.

Thus, because (with certain exceptions) no boy could participate in our 
social and sexual activity except upon sponsorship by his mother and/or on 
being accompanied by a girl (commonly a sister or family friend, sometimes a 
girl already a member of our group). We hold incest to be a crime against 
nature but on the other hand for a boy or girl to delight in observing a 
sibling at sex is one of the highlights of our faith. I know from my own 
experience in having sex in tandem with Mom -- on more than one occasion Mom 
playing with the penis of the father of the boy whose penis I am having fun 
with -- that enjoying your own orgasm while watching a loved one doing the 
same doubles both pleasure and religious joy. We like to think that we share 
every orgasm with Jesus. To see my Mom in ecstasy with traces of semen at 
her mouth or streaming from her vagina is itself a joy. When I know she is 
seeing me in the same state, the pleasure is both vicarious and real. And of 
course we knew that we were bringing Jesus to son and to father as well: a 
religious duty and a religious joy.

Our view of evangelization through free sex saw life as having three stages: 
immature observation, pubescent and adolescent learning and witnessing, and 
family-centered monogamous procreation. We believe, and have proven, that 
free sexual expression as teens leads to more reasoned, appropriate choice 
of life partner. And leads to a lower rate of adultery and divorce than 
found in the general population.

On our outreach, as always I will show by way of example.

When I was in high school many of my friends knew nothing of my family life; 
although probably most considered that I was involved in a cult or sect they 
certainly thought of it as harmless. Rev. X, who was the most prominent of 
our religious "advisors" led a double life in this regard. Sometimes it was 
all he could do to dissuade unsuitable, albeit Christian, postulants from 
involvement with him and us. Most outside Christians would have been shocked 
by our common nudity and free sex, had they known.

I was friendly with one girl who, about the age of 15, lost her mother and 
had no suitable relative to take her in. This was Reluctant Girl. She knew 
that I lived in a large house with my Mom and with unrelated single moms and 
their children, but had no inkling of our sexual lives or our beliefs. It 
would have been hard to dissuade her from thinking that she could join us at 
least for a while, and impossible or dangerous to tell her of how we lived. 
Unless she joined us. The challenge was to convert her: to seduce her as 
well as to gain her adherence to our faith. Here is her story.

Although my essays have consisted largely of highly detailed descriptions of 
how and when we had sex -- details of girl playing with penis and penis 
ejaculating into girl -- I have made clear that our lives were not just 
about sex. Orgasm is the highlight of our lives, and it plays a central role 
in our belief structure as well as our family relationships; but that is 
because we have banished false modesty, inhibitions, embarrassment and other 
obstacles to the free expression of our bodies -- obstacles put there by 
religious zealots and sexually-repressed or depraved teachers and 
legislators. Bear in mind that boys' sport and scouting were once justified 
on the theory that outdoor life would keep boys from masturbating and 
thoughts of sex. We enjoyed sports and all kinds of activities too, and 
often enjoyed them played in the nude. For us, sexual urges and impulses 
were meant to be acted upon, within reason and subject to the full and 
informed consent of the other party.

My aim for Reluctant Girl was to provide her a home, but to do that I would 
have to bring her to our faith. She would have some income from her late 
mother's Social Security, so money would not be her major problem. Having 
security and someone to look after her would be.

Generally, most any girl can be "programmed" by a cult just as any girl can, 
given the right circumstances, be  seduced. The CoG, the Moonies the 
Scientologists and many or most other sects have found that "love bombing" 
and never letting the target person think independently quickly gain her 
commitment. As for seduction, constant attention and constant chatter, close 
companionship by an objectively sexy partner, should lead in due course to 
willing disrobing and willing sex. This is a natural characteristic of human 
mind and body. If it doesn't work then the target person is "abnormal", a 
description that I don't intend to be pejorative. There are extremes of 
body, mind and emotion and these are or may be unsuitable for many or most 
group activities. We often encountered "misfits" (some of whom were probably 
gay) who could not cope with our way of life and the challenge was to 
discourage such people -- and their mothers -- before they got involved to 
the degree that their later grievances would lead them to vindictive acts or 
to public denunciation of our secret life. Even those who go away should go 
away happy.

As for Reluctant Girl, it stood to reason that her period of mourning would 
be easier if she was surrounded by nice boys and girls. We were a team, and 
would seduce as a team. Seduction would be good for her. She was already 
almost 15, two years older than the optimum age for girls to make sex a part 
of their lives. By age 16 it becomes difficult for a girl to think of sex as 
independent of love for a boy. Yet for us, sex is a matter of romance with a 
boy -- romance for a day -- and love for God.

Reluctant Girl moved in with us at a quiet period: a school vacation, and at 
a time when Mom's Friend's pool was drained and it was too chilly for 
outside nudity. Mom's Friend kept the indoor temperature of the house warm 
enough to encourage scanty dress, and in the basement nudity was even 
encouraged. Imperceptibly, over a couple of days, we and Reluctant Girl wore 
less and less. And the boys surrounded, admired and captivated her more and 
more. And subtly, over time, other girls drew away the boys with the natural 
result that Reluctant Girl became anxious that if she didn't respond to one 
of the remaining boys there would be none left for her to play with.

This was, of course part of an orchestrated scheme that would inevitably 
lead to her seduction. The key players were a brother and sister. By and by 
they were the only two left surrounding her. Because they were brother and 
sister the girl constituted no sexual competition for the boy, and indeed 
was able to act ostensibly in support and protection of the girl. In fact 
she was an instrument of the plot. As it happened, the brother and sister 
were Norwegian, and apparently they spoke Norwegian with their mother. So 
they could speak in code from time to time. It wasn't the Navajo of the 
"Code Talkers", but for us it served the same purpose. None of us could 
speak Norwegian, certainly not Reluctant Girl. Mostly the three chatted away 
in English, the Norwegian girl working to create, for Reluctant Girl, a new 
normality in which nakedness and playing with a penis were desirable, 
necessary and indeed irresistible urges.

We thought we would have a nude dance party.

Nobody told Reluctant Girl that it was to be a nude dance party. Mom was 
there, and a couple of other mothers too. It would start out as an underwear 
dance party. But a couple of girls, myself included, did not wear bras so 
right away it was at least in part a topless dance party. The Norwegian girl 
had a date but, in on the scheme he remained always a step behind her.

It is often said, and certainly true, that a person when clothed can be just 
as sexy, and indeed often sexier, than a person nude. And the whole 
principle of strip-tease is one of anticipation, where the final, total 
nudity is anticlimax, so to speak. There were nearly a dozen couples dancing 
sensuously, and as time went on more and more of the girls still wearing 
bras shed them. Somewhat self-conscious still, Reluctant Girl was the last 
to take off her bra, and she did that in a corner of the room, in the 
shadows and in obscure light. As she turned I remarked to my partner that 
her breasts were really attractive. "Sturdy", I called them. Bigger than 
mine, but size was not the issue: they were, my partner said, "come hither 
breasts", wanting attention and caresses, exciting boys and leading to 
romantic engagement. And, he said, they made you want to see more of her, 
made a boy's attention wander below, to the dark shadow of pubic hair 
showing through her panties. All this over a girl not yet 15. Nice!

There was, after a while, a brief respite from dancing when the lights were 
turned up a bit and we had refreshments. Aside from a few picnics where 
Mom's Friend served sangria, I can't recall any time that alcohol appeared 
at one of our parties among the under-19s. I think that all of us 
appreciated that however natural our sexual comportment was, in objective 
terms it was likely to provoke outrage in certain quarters of the busybody 
public. While I think most kids adhered to the rules and the sexual protocol 
because they did believe it represented norms of a faith that they shared, 
if there were agnostics among us who went along for the sex thrills and for 
the companionship, they kept their own counsel on that and abjured drugs, 
tobacco and, in general, alcohol. Publicly, with outsiders, most of us would 
have declared in favor of chastity and abstinence too, perhaps for those 
with swifter intellect a gloss arguing for, or at least revealing belief in, 
sexual expression and sexual reward as instruments of faith and facilitators 
of communion with God. Who knows, then, at what point a newcomer to our 
community, unaware of the extent of our sexual freedom and eagerness of 
sexual expression, realizes that she is face to face with a point of no 
return -- and that while her consent must be freely given for the penis in 
front of her to enter her body, she lacks the ability or the will to refuse 
it.

Reluctant Girl had to leave the shadows now and approach the drinks table. 
Norwegian Boy was right behind her. Other couples were at various states of 
flirting and arousal. Some boys were playing with their girl's breasts; 
other couples were kissing and caressing. A girl had her hands inside her 
boy's underpants and was stroking his penis; soon panties and underpants 
were disappearing. Norwegian Boy had his hands cupping Reluctant Girl's 
breasts and she did not demur. Norwegian Girl stood next to them, her boy 
had an erection. I saw the four of them walk away from the table and sit 
down, and now Norwegian Boy's fingers were at his girl's vagina. She was 
under some sort of spell, unable to resist as, repeatedly he licked his 
fingers, rubbed them against her clitoris, stroked the inside of her vagina, 
and then back to his mouth to repeat the cycle.

I wanted to help because I thought Reluctant Girl needed encouragement: her 
knees were almost together when they should have been far apart. I spoke to 
her about how we were family, and how everything she saw was natural, how 
lovely her body was and how she did honor to Jesus by accepting a penis. She 
had obviously enjoyed kissing Norwegian Boy and now she was doing that 
again, just moving her eyes in my direction. And now Norwegian Boy was 
caressing her breasts. Meanwhile, right next to them Norwegian Girl had her 
boy standing in front of her and had hid penis in her mouth, moving in and 
out, her tongue following the shaft out and licking its underside. Reluctant 
Girl seemed not to want to see that, and I told her she had to: that this 
was joy at its best, the precursor to Holy Communion. And I told Norwegian 
Boy to stand up and let her admire his penis, and feel its stiffness. I told 
her she didn't, after all, have to touch it, but that it was lovely and 
godly and a blessing to have inside you. She reached out with two fingers 
and touched it, and then, surprisingly, cupped his scrotum with her whole 
hand and felt his testicles. And she stroked his blond public hair while 
that penis stood stiffly ahead, pointing at her face. I said that she should 
look for a drop of seminal fluid ("joy juice") and if she saw it, take it on 
her finger and touch it to her tongue. But she did not see, or do, or 
either.

Reluctant Girl was uncomfortable: torn between need, desire and urge -- and 
fear of what her Elders and supposed Betters had told her: that Sex is Sin, 
Sex is Bad, Sex is Dirty.

Norwegian Girl and I told her to let her boy kiss her at her sex parts. She 
seemed ready now to accept the inevitable, and she lay down on one of the 
mats as her boy pressed his face between her legs and he began to kiss her 
vagina. When then she spread her legs to give him easier access we knew that 
she was ready to give us her faith.

Norwegian Boy never let his tongue lose touch with Reluctant Girl's vagina 
and clitoris. He was on his knees with his face bent down; as a result we 
could see his penis still very erect and ready. Norwegian Girl admonished 
Reluctant Girl to keep her eyes open and she put a small cushion under her 
head so she could watch her own lovemaking. At a certain point Norwegian Boy 
-- and the rest of us -- saw that the girl was feeling the potential for 
climax, early twinges, and we began to watch closely. Norwegian Boy moved 
his body around so that his stiff penis was now directly over the girl's 
face. It was an urgent, exciting moment.

This vignette is a frequent element of seduction. A boy has succeed in 
getting his tongue at a girl's vagina. She has come to like oral sex and to 
realize that she needs it, desperately, and that she will have a climax. And 
at that point the boy proffers his penis to her mouth. Even though -- unlike 
me, for example -- she did not grow up "always knowing" as a little girl 
that oral sex would be part of her lovemaking, that penises belong in girls' 
mouths, it would happen. All of a sudden. And she would come to love doing 
it.

But Reluctant Girl wasn't quite there yet. Now Norwegian Girl told Reluctant 
Girl to open her mouth. When she did she guided her brother's penis into it, 
watched the lips close around it, and watched it move up and down, in and 
out. Norwegian Boy moved his hips up and down while he continued to move his 
tongue in and out of the girl's vagina. Reluctant girl kept her lips 
dutifully tight around it and -- I suppose -- her tongue close against it to 
give it pleasure.

Then, predictably, orgasm came to her. She cried out, and the penis came out 
of her mouth. Norwegian Boy quickly turned his body around, and Reluctant 
Girl could not resist -- didn't want to resist -- penis in vagina, 
defloration, ejaculation, streaming semen. Satisfaction.

By that time nearly all the other couples had finished their sex, and all 
knew the circumstances of Reluctant Girl's being there. Even if vaginas are 
all pretty much alike, they wanted to pay their respects, hug the girl and 
have a look at her vagina. Norwegian Boy obligingly pulled her labia apart 
with his fingers and showed it off. Typically, no girl showed any jealousy 
as her boy had a look, perhaps expressing a wish to make a closer 
examination at a later date and to put his penis inside it. Girls have 
varying appetites for sex, but commonly a girl who has been deflowered in 
front of family and friends will want to have sex every day or two for 
several weeks, if only to make sure that her pleasure on that first day was 
not some fluke. And also to get accustomed to semen, and to having a penis 
ejaculate in her mouth as well as in her vagina. Managing a mouthful of 
semen with class, with style, takes a bit of experience. It's nice when a 
bit dribbles on your chin and down to your breasts, but most of the semen 
should stay in your mouth and be seen to be swallowed. Never, ever, should a 
girl gag or cough, or be seen as surprised by an ejaculation in her mouth.

Other girls, usually those whose coming out has been minutely choreographed 
by their mother, are "shopped around" among the boy by their mom for a few 
weeks. I am reminded of the debutante ball circuit: the mom glories in her 
daughter's dalliance with a different boy each time, and sees to it that 
there is a big audience for when the two come together and undress each 
other. The denouement, of course, is when each takes off the underpants of 
the other -- and this is why in one sense the underpants dance party was 
even sexier than an ordinary nude dance party. At any rate, seeing a girl go 
in just a week's time from meekness to familiarity, taking down a boy's 
underpants and immediately playing with his penis, kissing and running her 
tongue around it, and gladly having the boy lower her panties and inspect 
her vulva -- it's all lovely, everything a mother could want for her 
daughter's puberty. I know that within a couple of days of my own 
defloration at 11-1/2 I was looking for excuses to show off my vagina and 
contriving situations in which a boy and I would engage in spontaneous sex. 
In time, I came to like mutual oral sex especially because of the way that 
it shows off the open vagina on the one hand, and the ejaculating semen on 
the other. Mom said at the time that she was quite proud of me because in 
doing that I was exciting a lot of people sexually -- and thus potentially 
bringing them to Jesus. For my part, I have always thought that the girl is 
doing her best for the soul of the onlookers when, after flirting, she 
grasps the penis and kisses and licks and makes love to it in such a way 
that the head of the penis is repeatedly visible and the semen flowing from 
it can be seen before being sucked back into her mouth. Terrific Girl was 
the best at this of anyone, and it's almost certainly the reason -- along 
with her bubbly personality and the tendency of her breasts to hypnotize 
boys -- why she was the most popular girl at Mom's Friend's House. And, like 
me, she would use traces of dried semen in her, on her breasts and at her 
vulva as a badge of honor, to be washed off only at the end of the day. To 
my mind, it's as much an ornament and religious icon as wearing a cross.

(I have to say that my own Mom, too, had a delicate style when she played 
with a penis and when I was growing up it seemed so natural when she 
undressed a man and then herself, and would stroke and kiss his penis and 
make it hard. I was rarely close by and took little interest in the 
mechanics of what she was doing, but I was well aware that semen was 
something special, to be anticipated and seen and enjoyed for its religious 
significance and for its sexy quality. It might have been her "style" and 
"sensuousness" that made her successful as a lobbyist for the CoG. Mom said 
that she knew "a lot of the penises in Washington" and I know that she had 
affairs with at least one lieutenant governor and several dozen state 
assemblymen and officials over the years. Leading me to wonder, as I have 
said, which one is my father: Mom would never say, or even let me guess.)

Following on in that sense, it takes some time -- typically a few weeks -- 
for a girl (or a boy, for that matter) to learn to carry herself 
provocatively. Those of us (not including myself) who grew up from 
toddlerhood at Mom's Friend's House were trained to seat ourselves in 
exactly the opposite way that mainstream mothers train their daughters 
("ladylike"): with our legs apart and, with luck, a hint of our vaginas, or 
at least our labia, showing. Likewise, Mom's Friend trained boys to be happy 
and proud to show of an unsolicited erection. Just the opposite of normal 
nudist protocol. A girl is not expected to be equally happy with every boy's 
penis, and so it's nice if she can try out as many as possible in a 
relatively short time. If others are watching, the every boy will be on his 
best behavior. He will assume -- correctly as it happens -- that the girl 
will be judging him and gossiping to the others. Not so much about his 
penis, because most of them are reasonably functional, but about his 
personality and humor and wit; and about the care he takes over pleasuring 
her and otherwise showing her a good time. Still, it is remarkable how a 
girl can go from one day to the next, first repelled by the concept of oral 
sex, and then eager to hold, enjoy and kiss a penis, bringing it happily to 
ejaculation and celebrating its semen. Or showing off her vagina as a penis 
pulsates in and out, hoping for a visible ejaculation and perhaps reaching 
down to find some semen and taste it.

(This is to say that we did not, occasionally, judge boys by their penis. 
Indeed, my story about the Second Annual Best Penis Contest illustrates 
that, even if the contest itself was a spoof. One time at Mom's Friend's 
House we had a contest in which the winner's penis was the object of a 
drawing of lots for a ten-day period.)

On that first day, after Reluctant Girl and Norwegian Boy had separated, I 
thought it would be nice for the girl to see mutual oral sex brought to 
completion and so my boy and I made love to each other's sex parts with our 
mouths. And when my mouth was full of semen I showed it off. And said that I 
welcomed semen in my body as the Word and Message and Body and Blood of 
Jesus. That the penis was His Instrument and what came from it His Host. She 
would have seen my vagina in the air and my boy's mouth making it feel good. 
And I hoped she would have noticed how, when a vagina has been kissed and 
licked for many minutes and has reached climax it will be dilated and will 
cry out for a penis to fill it, and even a penis which is no longer very 
stiff should be able to penetrate with a few nice strokes.

Later we had Reluctant Girl play with Norwegian Boy's penis, stroke it, kiss 
it, put it in her mouth, and retrieve from it the taste of semen and of her 
own mucus. But it was the collegiality after sex, the disheveled hair, semen 
traces on breasts, chins and pubic hairs, penises at rest, innocent smiles 
all around, that reminded us of the fun and the joy and the inspiration we 
had shared.

This was one of few occasions at Mom's Friend's House when the Contraception 
Rule was ignored -- fortunately without incident. But Reluctant Girl could 
not have been thinking of that then. It was usually Older Girl -- Mom's 
Friend's daughter -- who would rush over under such circumstances with 
contraceptive foam, or who would urge the boy to ejaculate in his girl's 
mouth if she hadn't taken precautions.

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Reluctant Girl was living at Mom's Friend's House, and that gave her first 
choice of boys, and their penises, and she was a great asset. Later she 
would go to Community College with me, and also to State University, where 
she met the boy she eventually married.

She brought him to Mom's Friend's House and their sexual relationship was 
one of those that led me to the conclusion that sexual knowledge, and the 
experience of many men, many penises, tends to give a girl the capacity to 
choose a partner well. And to pleasure him and make him pleasure her. With 
him, as with boys before him, she had a way of slowly bringing him to a 
state of desperate arousal, eventually taking his penis in her mouth, 
bringing him to ejaculation and enjoying his semen while he would, in turn, 
bring her orally to climax. I had got used to her walking about the garden 
with a boy in tow, the boy's penis all excited and Reluctant Girl persisting 
in teasing him, in flirting and fondling and building up his excitement so 
that, later, when he ejaculated it would be in large volume in spurts that 
would give both of them much pleasure.

The Norwegian kids had an interesting background. Their parents, members of 
the CoG in Europe, had never married, and their mother moved to the USA with 
the Church, which she then left. Their mother had never been shy of enjoying 
a penis in the presence of her kids -- even in the sauna, where it is 
supposed to be "strengt forbudt", an expression I came to know well. On at 
least one occasion in my presence, brother, sister and mom all had orgasms 
at the same time, something I found very touching, and reminiscent of the 
slogan "the family that prays together ...". Their mom told me that almost 
no boy in Norway is circumcised, but that she had her son circumcised as 
soon as they arrived in the USA. Out of deference to the majority rule, I 
suppose: 2/3 of American boys are circumcised at birth or soon after. But 
Mom's Friend would have insisted on that anyway. The Norwegian boy's penis 
grew into a thing of beauty. I remember that after he reached 18 a lot of 
older women -- taking their cue from Mrs. Robinson, I made love to it. I 
think I must have played with it and made it ejaculate inside me, mouth or 
vagina, dozens and dozens of times, and I can still imagine it approaching 
my mouth, my lips closing around it, and having it produce its semen for me 
to swallow and for others to see. The Norwegian girl always got excited when 
she saw her brother's penis erect, and she invariably would -- if she didn't 
have a partner already -- go about finding one. And making sure that her 
brother saw that penis sliding in and out of her, and its semen dripping, 
cream pie like, thereafter. I guess it pleased Norwegian Girl to be seen 
accompanied not only with her own boy having an erection, but also with her 
brother in proximity with a girl of his own, he too sporting an erection.

There is, as more than one of her partners would say, something special 
about Scandinavian girls. And, he might have added, about the way they play 
with a penis. The two siblings, Norwegian brother and sister, were, when 
they were between the ages of 13 and 16 part of a core group of kids who had 
the patience, sensuousness and, some would say, fetish that made them ideal 
for presiding at the coming out of virginal girls and boys. I know the boy 
was at several defloration parties with his mom. And Norwegian Girl would 
seduce any boy with as little as a single pubic hair, whatever the size of 
his penis. Her fetish, if it is one, was to enjoy, and swallow, the first 
drop of semen that a boy -- any young boy -- would produce. That was, in 
fact, rather typical of the CoG in Moses David's later days, when (as the 
New York Times and of course http://www.excog.org would report) was 
something nude nannies would do with boys in early puberty. Mothers of boys 
always liked to see that -- as Davidito's mother did in the CoG. I haven't 
seen either of the Norwegians in years but I heard that the girl, at least, 
now travels in quit a wealthy set and has done quite well for herself as 
financial advisor or property consultant. Even when I knew her she carried 
herself well. I imagine that dressed in expensive clothing and wearing Prada 
she is -- just as she is when nude -- a cut above the ordinary.

I suppose we all -- or nearly all -- grow up and become more confident 
sexually, but I can remember when even the Norwegian siblings had doubts 
about their bodies, angst about their looks and their friendships, amorous 
and otherwise. Their mom, with Mom's Friend to back them up, had to 
encourage them, the way all the kids needed their mothers' encouragement, to 
prevent sexuality and sexual "prowess" from becoming issues worthy of 
attention. Once sex is categorized as manifestations of religious faith, 
once kids are reminded that the stimulation of penis, vagina, clitoris from 
arousal to orgasm is part of obedience to religious command and the 
resulting semen and pleasure are rewards for that obedience, then anxiety 
and neurosis tend to disappear. At least over the matters of penis and 
vagina. For a girl to show off a penis with its head coated with semen, and 
for her to suck the semen into her mouth to swallow, may still be 
titillating. But more than that, it is -- for us -- the ultimate in 
communion with and for Jesus. Jesus's DNA is certainly in that semen, and 
with it His body and blood. And as it flows from his penis, the boy's 
pleasure will bring him and you, the girl, that much closer to the divine. 
Flirty fishing, indeed.

Love,
Carol


(P.S. I have repeatedly said that, while sex was a key part of our faith and 
our lives, and while perhaps it underlay all that we did (but no more than 
it does in mainstream society, at least if TV and movies are to be 
believed), we were, that apart, quite normal people. I suspect that I have 
exhausted what there is to say on the subject and this, together with a few 
essays posted to my Web site will probably be the last. I intended to post 
the Web essays here, but thus far I have been too slothful to edit them. And 
now, with Mom very ill I don't really have the time. Sometime in the future 
I will write an essay about our nude band (I wasn't on the band -- I haven't 
the talent -- but I was a co-manager). Ultimately I would like to edit these 
essays to include less about specific sex acts and more about what we were 
thinking and how we related to each other and to the outside world. In 
short, what motivated us. And I would like to pursue something that has come 
to me through my work on international politico-economic reporting: that the 
USA and the Arabo-Muslim world are the only places in modern times where sex 
is so violently suppressed. If a pubescent or adolescent teen wants to have 
sex in Europe, she will get all the support she could want or need at school 
or from the public health service or from her family doctor under the 
national health system. So who are the perverted ones, after all?)

As always: I am glad to hear from readers but please don't necessarily 
expect a reply. Writing these essays isn't, or isn't yet, my main job.

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