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The story of Debby Sherwood may be totally shocking to some readers who have little contact with today’s teenagers and their attitudes regarding sex and sexual behavior. To even the most enlightened and permissive cults, the degree to which young girls have embraced the ideas of those who have festered the sexual liberation movement is disturbing. Psychologists, psychiatrists, sex research clinics, and many social workers, are today confronted more and more frequently with cases of inc#stuous behavior among the underage. No solution has been found, nor many answers obtained to the question of why some teenagers choose members of their own family group, as sexual partners.
Abnormally close family ties frequently result in expressions of love, in the physical sense, stemming from emotions, events and just plain “circumstances” surrounding the daily life of children with their parents. The chance that such love, expressed through sexual ways, grows so strong that it destroys normal taboos seems to be regretted by all save those actually involved. Inc#st seems to “just happen”, and while sternly forbidden by law and condemned by time-honored social attitudes, definitely seems to be on the increase in this century.
Debby Sherwood’s story, told here in her own uncensored words, reveals with the utter candor of her generation the thoughts, emotions and sexual attitudes of a beautiful girl, the daughter of upper-middle-class parents who, to the outside world, are typically solid American citizens. Within the walls of their comfortable California home, however, a most bizarre story begins to unfold…
“Hey there, you naughty girl! How come you spend so much time in front of your mirror?” I myself, grinning back at my own image in the big glass that covered one full wall of my bedroom. “Because,” I answered me, “I like what I see. I am growing up into a truly gorgeous chick!” I gave myself a big razzberry and started giggling. I felt really super this morning. It was Saturday. No school! My pussy still tingled from the wild fingerfucking session I’d just had in my big easy chair pulled up close to the mirror. My fingers were so slippery I could hardly get a grip on my cunt lips, but I managed to spread them and check out the pink entrance to my virgin hole.
“You better be careful with those fingers, Debby,” I told myself. “You’ve got yourself opened up enough to take one finger part way in, without it hurting too much. That’s enough! When you lose your cherry, don’t you want to experience all the sensations that are due you?” I suddenly grew serious and stood staring at my reflection. I saw a stark naked blonde girl, with big round brown eyes.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.