CHAPTER TWO
Bringing It All Back Home........ . 75
CHAPTER THREE
Boys Will Be Girls...........119
CHAPTER FOUR
Love Is a Pain in the Ass....... . . . 155
CHAPTER FIVE
Back Door Man................189
CONCLUSION ...............215
GLOSSARY.................217
BIBLIOGRAPHY...............223
INTRODUCTION
"I really am wild about taking it in the ass. And my boyfriend, Freddie, is crazy about putting his pork to my asshole, so everything between me and him works out just fine. It wasn't always that way-it was Freddie Boy who turned me on to this scene. Sorta gave me the soft sell - broke me in easy. Like the first time, he shoved a candy bar up my yingus and ate it out ... shit and all. One of the sweetest things any- one had ever done to me.
"I guess before I met Freddie I was sort of out of it as far. as sex is concerned. Not that I was a prude-a long way from it. But the guys I'd gotten it on with were pretty square Johns ... just the old 'wham-bam, thank you, mam' sort of number. Like it was great-never had any trouble getting my rocks, but it was just that it could've been better. I didn't know any better at the time of course, or I'd been out getting it on with the better scene. Freddie showed me some things that made me about flip clear out-I just never knew that there was that much pleasure to be had before. Especially the up the ass bit-who'd ever have known how groovy a cock up the old yingus could feel? Not me. Not until Freddie Boy socked it to me in the back door. Wow-this was heaven for sure!
"He pulled that candy bar bit the very first time I balled him. Man, I thought he was kind of perverted first off-didn't even want to ball face-to-face the first time that night. Took me leaning across the back of a sofa ... dog-style. He's still partial to that style - especially when he gives it to me in the ass, which is the majority of the time I'd guess, even though we have a pretty big grab bag of tricks we get into for variety. I think he likes to pull back once in a while and scope in on my ass with his eyes in that position-got a big thing for asses or something.
Sure, he likes the other, too.
"Of course, I can't fully relate to the reasons he digs porking it to my ass ... for the obvious reasons-he's a guy and I'm a chick. I can list the reasons only from my point of view ... the way it feels to me and all. I could never know what something feels like to a cock ... it would be groovy if I could, though. Like just for one day if we all could change sexes, just for two or three balls or so. Then we'd be hip to how it feels for the other sex when we switched back to our regular sex, and we'd probably all be better lovers for the experience, more considerate of the other's needs, and all that.
"Anyway, it must feel pretty good to Freddie, or he wouldn't keep doing it. You should see the way he jumps around when he starts cramming his meat up my a-hole. Of course, I'm squirming around so much myself that it'd be pretty tough to tell just which one of us is getting the biggest kick out of it.
"It usually burns at first-even with the lubricants. The flesh of the anus must be a lot more sensitive to the touch than the box is ... just try feeling it yourself ... like stick your finger up your snatch (if you're a girl, of course -sorry, guys!)
and then shove it up your ass. You can easily feel the difference. The pussy is lined with really soft mucous membrane that is well lubricated; the ass is tighter, and much drier to the touch.
"It's really hard for me to distinguish the difference between the two-in words, that is. I can really feel the difference, and I can tell you that I'd rather take it in the ass any day. I've talked to male homosexuals and they know how good it can be ... although I suppose their reactions are quite different than mine, due to the prostate stimulation they get from it. But from what they tell me, the feeling is similar -starts out with sort of a dull ache that rapidly spreads throughout your guts. And before you know what's happening, you're coming and coming and coming until you can't quit.
"Me and Fred, we've got a lot of ways we can vary this number-like him shoving some kind of dildo, maybe a regular vibrator, or a candle or something, up my ass while he shoves his cock to my front hole. Or he might eat my ass out with his tongue-you know, rimming? He's really good at it, but it is more like a way of preparing me for the real goodie, his big cock. I'm afraid his tongue is only long enough to tease, not to please.
"Sometimes, he likes the favor returned to him-at least with the tongue bit, or even my pinkie up his ass. However, we gave the full treatment to his ass-me taking him on with a dildo, but he found it too painful ... some people just don't get into it. Funny with Fred, what with the way he digs doing the pushing. But some people are meant only to do the pushing -the scene with him submitting just goes against his grain. But he does get a charge out of me tonguing out his a-hole, or prodding him gently with my finger while we're engaged in other activities. Sort of like spicing on the cake to him-a little side attraction.
"Me, I dig the sideshows, but I don't want the number with my ass to be one of them. That's the main attraction as far as I'm concerned, and I don't care what other little 'extras' Freddie decides to try out on me, as long as he doesn't forget to run the feature. I just must've gotten hung up in old Dr. Freud's anal stage or something, 'cause to me my asshole is the center of the universe."
The enjoyment of anality is easy to explain from a physiological viewpoint. The sensory nerve fibers of the rectal area are attached to the spinal cord at the same point as the nerves of the genital regions-the anal canal goes through violent spasms during sexual climax.
Aesthetically, the buttocks of both the male and female are attractive, swelling out prominently from the rest of the body in a design to arouse the libido of the beholder.
However, sex laws immemorial have placed the act under the heading of sodomy, and called it one of the primal taboos. Anal eroticism has been associated with child molesters, homosexuals, and other assorted perverts throughout history, and it has only been the sexual enlightenment of the past decades that has brought the widespread usage of the activity as practiced by heterosexuals into view, although the practice has long been used as a means of preventing pregnancy, or as an alternate form of arousal during the woman's menstrual cycle.
An overwhelming majority of heterosexuals who engage in anal intercourse involve cases where the male is aggressive, the female, passive. However, a small but growing minority of the cases involve a passive male being artificially stimulated from the rear by his feminine partner, usually within the confines of a sadomasochistic relationship involving a female dominator.
While the incidence of anal activity practiced for purposes of contraception have undergone a sharp decline with the advent of the various forms of artificial prophylactics, the new wave of morality has made a wealth of sexual education openly available to the public, and many couples have now turned to anality for purposes of sexual variety. A large number of people find that they can achieve great pleasure from such activity, and adapt it as a regular offering on their erotic menus.
Not since the days of the Roman Empire, when such noted statesmen as Julius Caesar Cato, and Cicero, were known to enjoy sexual encounters utilizing the alternate passageway, has Western Man known the freedom in expressing his sexuality as today's man. In throwing off the chains of Victorian-inspired suppression he had discovered the many erogenous possibilities of his body, and has begun to respond to them in a more natural way. It is little wonder that he has found the anus, a primary erogenous zone, to be one of the most vital areas of his sexuality.
The male homosexual has long known the art of anal lovemaking. Restricted in his outlets by nature, he had found his mouth and his anus to be invaluable receptacles for the labors of his love. The lesbian may also have more incidence of anality among her ranks than the heterosexual, but by dint of a fuller range of sexual cavities (and with a little help from an artificial prosthesis) she is far less likely to indulge in anal practices than her male counterpart. Even then, the contact is more likely to be anal-oral (analingus) in nature than anal-artificial penis.
To get a closer look at anal eroticism, we have chosen to present several detailed case histories, illustrating such activity among both heterosexuals and homosexuals that are felt to be fairly typical of such individuals. All cases are documented from the files of prominent physicians, psychologists, and clinical data processing centers from around the country. It is felt that a few detailed examples will give the casual reader a much greater insight into the psychological and physiological dynamics of the phenomenon than dozens of shallow profiles.
Lois, whose narration opened this introduction, is just one such individual who has recently learned of the pleasures of anal sex. As she stated, she was introduced to the activity by her boyfriend, Fred, over three years ago, and has been enjoying it immensely ever since. The attractive young secretary continues her dialogue, shedding further light upon this fascinating subject.
"That first time ... up the ass, I mean-I'd lost my cherry clear back when I was fourteen -but I mean the first time that Freddie gave it to me up the ass was the best. I think .the first time in any field is the best... thumb-sucking, candy-eating, mother-fucking ... whatever. Except maybe we don't realize it right at the time, and we spend the rest of our lives trying to recapture that moment... know what I mean?
"Of course, when it came to getting it stuck between my cheeks I knew a good thing right off. I was old enough to know the score by then, and I sniffed something good out of the whole scene.
"Freddie started me out easy that day. A regular Gl-style screw to start everything off. Now with Freddie Boy, that's not a bad way to start. He's a real tiger in the sack. I suppose I'd only known him about a week or so back then, but he hadn't thrown the anality bit on me just then, not for the first couple of times or so. I guess he was afraid he might scare me off if he came on too strong first off.
"But I guess I showed my own hand by that time by being so eager to screw ... I mean, if he couldn't see that I'd be willing to go to almost any limit with him by then, he never would. Not that I'd be that way with just any old guy, you understand-I really was in love with Freddie. Nobody'd ever knocked me off my feet the way he did. He'd just gotten out of the service, and his sister, Madge, who works in my office, fixed me up with him. I owe her a lot for that little favor.
"So, anyhow, by that night most of the pretentions between us had disappeared, and we weren't playing any games ... just getting right down to the real nitty gritty, you understand. We hadn't been inside his apartment for more than ten minutes before we'd found our way to his big king-sized bed and had doffed our clothes. Man, we were both so hot and horny that we must've made it in two or three minutes.
"Fred was all over me, like a duck on a June bug, pawing gently at my body with those rough hands of his, rapidly warming my body against the slight chill of the room. I responded eagerly, reaching up and looping my arms around his neck to pull his face down close to mine, his scratchy beard burning nicely against my cheeks as our tongues mashed together.
"It was to be a quickie-neither of us could wait very long. Hardly before we'd gotten started, I felt him reach down to push his cock against the flesh of my pussy. I felt him strain heavily against the tight opening, then slide easily into the lubricated inner folds, once my muscles gave way to his will. In no time at all I'd lost all of my reason, giving in to the demands of my flesh, my butt muscles tightening up, then collapsing, then balling up again, as they pumped my pussy up around his thrusting cock almost as if it were trying to strangle that fat tool of his.
"I just wrapped my arms around him as tight as I could, and held on for dear life. Just as I could feel my orgasm coming, I craned my neck and began blowing gently in Freddie's ear the way he likes it, trying to urge him on to his climax since I was giving in so fast. But he didn't need any urging on my part. He was exploding into my pussy already, his hot spurts triggering my own come as I rocked up hard against him.
"Quickies like that can be a real gas once in a while. Like sometimes you just can't wait for all the preliminaries, even though you probably come harder after teasing around for a little bit. By now, Freddie and I know each other's moods, so we can tell if a quickie would be better. Like if we're both really horny and don't have much time, that's all we can do, but lots of times we'll rip off a quick one to settle our nerves before we launch into one of our marathon sessions. Sort of sets the mood, if you can dig it.
"After we came, we just laid there and talked, running our hands casually over each other's bodies for a short time, me twirling some of Freddie's sticky jizz around my finger. Come is so much fun to play with, lots better than silly putty.
"It was about then that Freddie pulled the surprise on me. Well... no-it wasn't right off. First he sort of prepared me psychologically, running his face down my belly like he did before he'd eaten my snatch out the last time we were together. Only instead of stopping at my snatch, he just brushed past the folds, after giving them a quick once over that started me churning again. He had me spread my legs far apart, and I arched up on my back to help ease his operation.
"His tongue licked its way past the bottom of my groove and on back to my asshole, where his lips puckered around the tiny hole. Then he began sucking and licking at it. It really felt weird at first. I don't think I'd ever heard of such a thing as somebody reaming out an asshole with is mouth, much less feel it. And the way Freddie's tongue went to work down there, I could tell he'd had experience at it from before. It gave me kind of a wild psychological thrill, in addition to the tactile sensations. I mean, a guy really had to go for you to stick his tongue up your asshole. At least that's the way I felt about it.
"It was no time at all before I started to respond to this strange new kick, my ass going into involuntary spasms, sort of sputtering in response to the tongue that had fought its way past the ring and was forcing moisture into the dry, hot passageway.
"He worked me that way for several minutes, pulling roughly at my pubes with his hands to add to the excitement racing through my loins. But before I could get too far gone, Fred withdrew his tongue from my anus, leaving it with an empty, unfulfilled feeling. I know it may seem strange talking about an asshole having feelings like that, but you should try it and see. The whole thing seemed sort of screwy to me too, except I was so busy feeling groovy I didn't have much time for contemplating the subject.
"It was about that time that I sort of craned my neck around to see what was coming off ... like c'mon Freddie Boy, let's get with it. I was feeling too horny for him not to be doing something about it right then and there. And it was wow!-a real freakout-what he was into. From out of nowhere (actually from his bedside table) he'd pulled a big old candy bar, which he was unwrapping. A Tootsie Roll-not one of those little numbers they have now, but one of those big round honkers you hardly ever see these days. I met Freddie's eyes as he greedily unwrapped that big round yummy, and I could see he was as anxious as I was. Only I wasn't exactly sure it was the same thing he was excited about. Could my lover boy be some kind of freak or something? I mean, did working up a girl's rectum make him hungry for a candy bar? It all seemed pretty weird to me.
"When he finished unwrappng that Tootsie Roll, he tossed the wrapper aside and reached over to the table and dipped the candy into a bottle of olive oil-seemed like sort of a strange combination, almost as bad as a peanut butter and ketchup sandwich. He told me later that at least olive oil was edible-he'd tried KY Jelly and vaseline and found it to be undesirable.
"I felt a little better about the whole scene when I saw that Freddie was positioning the candy bar behind my ass and beginning to shove it in, a big shit-eating grin on his face; I felt a lot better when I felt it stuffing new goodness up my yingus.
"Oh, tootsie-wootsie-did that candymeat feel good! I'd never heard of such a kookie thing -much less felt it. But I soon knew that, however strange, it was something I'd be doing the rest of my life.
"Freddie was moving the candy bar in and out of my ass in a fucking motion, the oil mingling with the spit from his rim-job, causing each stroke to be more smooth, better lubricated. I hunched back against his pumping hand, sighing with the delightful, searing sensation of his sucral ministrations.
"I don't know how long he kept this up-but however long it was, it was enough to have me right back to the brink of letting the gates fly open. But I tightened my jaws and tried my best to hold on, knowing the longer I held out, the bigger my come would be.
"It almost felt like I had to take a shit-my guts were really churning to let out a flood from both holes. You know how sometimes, when you really have to take a shit, and when you finally do, how great it feels ... almost like a big orgasm? Well, that's sort of the way I was getting to feel. And when you do finally come, it's like getting rid of two loads instead of one. Sometimes, when I'm really worked up, I actually shit ... just a little sort of runny goop, if you can dig what I mean. It may sound terrible, but once you've had it happen to you, you can hardly wait 'til the next time.
"Ever so slowly, he began to slow down the pace, until he had me right on the edge ... then he stopped, leaving that Tootsie Roll stuffed up my rear, about the last half inch or so exposed between my shivering cheeks. Then he moved his face down to my fat butt, twin steams of hot air parting my pube jungles with every breath, and took the tip of the candy between his teeth.
"Moving his hairy hand between my thighs and probing around my gash until it captured my clit, he began to massage my front parts while he slo-owly withdrew the candy-stopper from my asshole. He did it with agonizing precision, tugging it out just a fraction of an inch at a time, then waiting for the tremendous adjustments that took place inside me, more gases building like a vacuum inside me with each pull, threatening to explode before he would finally, after what seemed like ages, pull the candy out just a fraction more, causing even more violent reactions to take place in my colon.
"All that time, he was really rubbing the fuck out of my clit, pinching it sharply between his fingers every so often, for added emphasis. My pussy juices were slooshing around, as near, to overflowing the dam as the gases were to exploding inside my rectum. It must've been tough for Fred to concentrate on his strange lunch, what with the way I was bumping around all over the bed, at once desiring to free myself from this maddening pleasure that was almost becoming too much for even my strong senses; at the other, trying to grind down on the candy bar and grasp it up my ass, attempting to suck his hand into the depths of my gash.
"Finally, the last of the candy bar popped out of my ass, a loud rectal belch reverberating off of Freddie's nose. Normally, I would have been mortified at such an action, but under the circumstances the sound of my own fart added to the enjoyment of the occasion. Freddie too enjoyed the situation, for I could hear him sucking in great lungfuls of the polluted jets of air, pressing his face close to my hot cheeks, his lips still smacking away the last remains of the specially prepared dessert. Although I didn't know it at the time, Freddie Boy told me later that a few watery fluids had come dribbling from my hole about then. That explained why he then buried his tongue up my ass and reamed it out quickly, his hand capturing my clit between thumb and forefinger and pinching sharply as he did this operation.
"That really did it. I came hard, and this little tootsie practically rolled off the bed. I got all dizzy and lightheaded--that's the first time I really could see sparks going off when I came. This was really it as far as I was concerned.
"After I came back to my senses, Freddie grew tired of the toilet-slave routine and decided to take care of his own business. Now don't get me wrong-I don't think him in any way to be one of those prissy, sissified slaves ... like he did this just as a special thing-trying to get me interested in the ass action. A treat. We do lots of offbeat things from time to time for a little extra gas ... to add to our regular patterns of lovemaking, if you can dig it. But we don't get hung up in the scenes ... we dig variety.
"Just to prove what I just said, you should've seen the way my Freddie took charge then. Man, he had me on my knees and elbows, all hunkered over on that bed, making another assault on my battered a-hole, gripping me firmly by the waist. Another new number to me. At first the size of his honker hurt, breaking through the semi-anesthesia of my aftercome. But once my tender tissues had parted to adjust to the broad spade of his head and the lubrication that escaped from its tip had begun to work into the walls, I found myself responding to the growing glow of pleasure-pain that its action brought to my churning insides.
"I was bucking back as hard as I could, practically delirious with the joy of having experienced so many initial forms of sexplay in one night. When it comes to the old asshole, there's nothing about my Freddie Boy that's got anything to do with a semicolon-that's the polite way to say 'half-assed.' He goes for it whole-hog. And was he ever hogging it to my hole about then.
"It's difficult to explain the difference in the anal orgasm to those who haven't experienced it ... I'm not even sure if that's where the action occurs. Like it just triggers the response, same way clit stimulation triggers a come. But there's this sort of dull ache that just builds and builds until you're in a much more frantic state of mind from the balling ... much abler to leap tall buildings with a single bound, and all that crap. Just much better. Of course, I realize that there's a lot of mental things that go along with it, and you have to be a person who is open enough to accept the nature of the consequences. Somehow the whole sex act seems even more polarized-the male more dominant than in the usual manner; the female more passive.
"Whatever-all I can say is that I came even harder than before, that time, and that it's been the best way for me ever since, even though I've tried lots of other new scenes since then. All I can say is-I'm lucky as hell to have a guy like Freddie who understands a woman's true needs, and what's more ... can do something about them. He does it so good that we're getting married next month ... and I just hope that he continues to be a pain in the ass to me happily ever after, as the saying goes.
CHAPTER ONE
Up Yours
"The first time I had my cock up somebody's ass, it was a guy ... my cousin, Bob. Not that I'm crazy about the homo route-it's just that it was the first time I had my cock up anything... a pussy, asshole or what-have-you. About the only experience I'd had back then was with Old Lady Thumb and the Four Fingers.
"But what the fuck can you expect? I was only thirteen at the time, for chrissakes.
"The time with my cousin-that was the summer down at his farm. You know, the parents went on vacation somewhere else and dumped me and my little brother off with Uncle Homer and Aunt Pat. Bob was a couple of years older'n me and did he ever have a bunch of neat stuff to show me. And I'm not talking about the junk he carried around in his pockets either-it was the stuff he carried around in between his pockets.
"That was the only time I ever got into a gay riff-and when you're a young kid, learning about the birds and the bees, you don't make those kinds of distinctions. Oh, I've gotten into scenes when we're swinging where I might get into some kind of group action where another guy might make brief contact with me, but I don't really seek out those situations. I don't have anything against it-it's just that I'm queer for girls.
"The thing that really sold me on anality wasn't the scene with Bob though. In fact, it sort of turned me off ... not the time when I socked it to him, but when he tried to stuff that huge pecker of his up my butt, the pain was so bad that he had to clamp his hand over my mouth to keep me from screaming out and bringing Aunt Pat upstairs.
"But it was to be a couple of years before I'd know the delights of ramming the old hog up between a gal's butt-cheeks. That was quite a different situation. Not from a tactile point of view. About the only difference between pumping it to Josie and pumping it to Bob was that I could sometimes feel the nut-shaped prostate up Bob's ass on my deeper penetrations. Those seemed to be the ones that really made him jump and holler. But it wasn't just the tactile thing I was after. If that was the case, I could go stick my meat in a mudpie and get the desired effects.
"See, I really was crazy about girls back then-still am, maybe even more so. Keeps getting better and better. Josie was the first girl that let me sock it to her number two hole. Oh, I'd tried with Gloria, but she'd made me quit, complaining that it hurt too much. A lot of chicks are like that. Anal sex is one thing you either love or hate-no in-betweens in this league.
"I guess my first experiences with Bob had given me some kind of focus on the old bumhole ... I'm not sure, don't get into human motivations and crap like that. No need to, the way I enjoy life. That's just for those miserable creeps who can't get it on.
"Anyway, I found that Josie was sort of hinting around for me to give it to her up the brown-hole ... and she didn't need to ask me twice, I can tell you that for sure. Whew--this was really seventh heaven. As T hunched over her and guided my young tool into her tightly puckered pink and purple ring, I practically came all over her ass. There was just something so different in giving it to a girl in the ass than it had been with another guy. I mean, there's all those extras I've been talking about. A girl has a nice curve at the waist-like an hourglass. And they're hairless and smooth. Their cries are passive and feminine as you push the meat to them ... just things like that that make it a totally different experience for me. I'm sure a faggot has his reasons, too-I'm not begrudging him for it. I just happen to be into girls, that's all.
"Now you may wonder why I dig pushing it to a girl's rectum instead of her pussy. First off, I really like fucking. A pussy's the next best thing to an asshole, and I usually manage to work a little pussy-balling into my act before the evening's up. Except, of course, when I'm with Kathleen-she's my girl. It's pretty rare when we get into regular balling since she's just as crazy about getting it up the ass as I am in giving it to her.
"I guess the main reason I like an asshole over a pussy is the texture. I used to beat off a lot as a kid, and I've got dry rough hands - calloused from all the work I used to do, yard work and crap like that to get extra spending money.
Well, to get to the point, an asshole is much more like a hand than a pussy is. It's dry and has a tacky surface, gives me a lot more friction than a pussy. In fact, if a girl's too wet, they're liable to wash me right out of there. It's happened more than once. I know that may sound weird to lots of guys-especially the ones who dig a nice gooshy cunt to stick their cocks in, but that's how it is with me. Be a lot less trouble if more people found out what really turned them on and did it, rather than wondering why the regular way doesn't get it for them. I'll bet there's guys out there right now who can't get it up for their wives, who are either too scared or too ignorant to try something else. Get saddled with an impotent label, when really they just haven't found the thing that turns them on.
"Whatever gets you there, as the saying goes.
"Josie really made me a believer that night in the stockroom of Mr. Gavin's market. I worked there as a sort of box boy and general flunky. I had a set of keys so that I could lock everything up after I'd swept up at night. It was really a great place to bring any of the little high-school dollies who wanted to swing. Lots better than the backseat of my car anyway.
"So there we were, me and Josie, her bending over a couple of sacks of potatoes while I pushed the pork to her twitching asshole. I'd already shoved it to her pussy, but I could tell that she was going for the cornholing a lot more, pushing her butt clear back to my balls like she wanted more cock than I could hope to give her, squealing like a pig with each stroke.
" 'Oh, Ralph! Give it to me goooood! Oh, fuck me, baby, fuck meeeeeeeeee!' "And I was only happy to oblige. Wow-an ass was a lot better than I'd remembered it being, that time with my cousin. Girls were so much more of a gas. It seemed to me at this time that there was nothing better in the whole world than putting it to a girl's asshole. I mean, what with the tighter fit than a pussy, the grainier surface that fit like a glove, grabbed at my cock and wrung it dry .... Just the whole fucking scene, man. Just great. I recommend it highly. And the way it is, psychologically speaking. What I mean is the way it makes a woman seem even more subservient than usual. In a cunt, it can still be the conception thing, if you see what I'm getting at. But up the ass, there can be no doubt-you're using the chick for your sexual gratification only. Oh, I don't mean to sound like a sadist or anything like that. Like I'd never make a girl do anything that went against her own will-the chick has to enjoy it too.' But I do sometimes imagine that I'm forcing the girl against her will... in my own head. It gives it that little something extra ... makes me feel like a real caveman, a master of my environment.
"Yes, from the moment I blew my load up Josie's sucking, gasping asshole, I knew that this was the only way to come ... or at least the preferred method of the things I'd tried out so far. And now that I've gotten a lot of sexual mileage on the old porker, I still have yet to find anything that can make me come any harder. When I say I'm an ass man, I don't just mean I'm one of those twerps who stand around gawking at a pretty girl's butt as it twitches by. No sir, not this guy. I'm a take-charge man, and I like to give a nice reward to the fine asses I The term sodomy has long been synonymous with anal sexual contacts-mistakenly so. Little distinction had been made between such acts as homosexual genital-anal activity, lesbian oral-genital contacts, or human-animal sexuality, for instance, even though we have covered a fairly wide spectrum of deviant sexuality with these subjects. However, inhibited by puritanical sexual mores, the ancients who made up tribal laws spared the details and instead lumped almost any act that was considered to be abnormal under the heading of "sodomy."
We have come a long way from the days when little distinction was made between different types of sexuality, and we now realize that many heterosexual couples, as well as the vast majority of male homosexuals, rely upon anality to some extent as a means of sexual stimulation.
Freud claimed that many homosexuals, as well as those with sadomasochistic yearnings, had stopped growing emotionally at what he termed the "anal stage" of sexual development. While he was correct in many of his assumptions, we have now come to find that many well-adjusted adults experience pleasure in a great number of sexual variations previously described as aberrant behavior. Today we can only judge each case individually, but it is a fairly safe assumption to say that only those persons who find little satisfaction with their sexual lives, or those who become dependent on a self-destructive pattern of sexual regression should turn to professionals for help in achieving a more satisfactory life pattern.
Wilhelm Stekel was an early researcher who realized the strong link of sexual fantasy and their fetishistic role in expressing such desires actively. He found such acts as anal lovemaking to be symbiotic in the species, exemplifying the extremities of masculine and feminine. Even in homosexual play, it was one partner who would be the aggressor, another the receptor of this vital force of nature. He felt that by playing out such activities, within the confines of activity that was gratifying to both partners, one could seek the release from everyday tensions that built up within the individual, and act out normal hostilities so that they would not build to such a point as to become unmanageable, as was the case with many antisocial psychopaths who were frustrated in their attempts at achieving some means of satisfaction.
He was also careful to point out that although the aggressor is receiving much pleasure from subjugating his partner, in being the top dog, so to speak, important empathetic actions took place within the aggressor as to make him feel the pleasures of the subjugated ... a human tendency, seemingly inescapable as long as man remains a mortal being. In effect, the passive partner acts as a surrogate for the aggressor, receiving the aggressor's share of subjugation as well as his or her own.
As Dr. Stekel points out in his brilliant study Sadism and Masochism: "The first and most important primitive reaction of man, when he hears of the misfortune of another, is malicious pleasure. It is a part of the most common demands of culture to hide this joy in another's hurt. The custom of condolence and the expression of 'deepest sympathy' have as their purpose the concealment of his primitive reaction through an active overcompensation .... Only in sexual expressions can this be dealt with honestly, as with the active partner who subjugates his partner completely, even though he is sympathizing in sort with the 'plight' of the submissive." Even those who narrow their sexual activity to a preferred form of deviant sex, are not so strongly disapproved of as they were a scant few years ago. Ralph, a twenty-seven-year-old bakery truck driver fits well into the mainstream of American culture. Other than his predilection for anal intercourse with his female partners, he might be called somewhat square. He certainly appears that way to the casual observer who might meet him in the line of his day's work. And really, he is no different than any other well-adjusted man or woman who might seek their sexual climaxes in somewhat more conventional forms. Listen as he tells of some of his recent adventures with anality and judge for yourself.
"I sure am lucky I ran into a girl like Kathleen who digs the up-the-ass bit. When I say Van into her' I mean it literally. I was at a swinger's party, a real group grope, when I ran into her, and I can tell you that my cock made her acquaintance before the rest of my body.
"It's really the nicest first meeting I've ever had.
"That party, let's see, must've been a couple of years ago now. Well, anyway, it was over at Nancy and Will's. They're a couple of swingers from this group I got acquainted with through this girl I'd been dating at the time. In fact, I was still taking Margo out at the time, and she was my date for the party. Not that it was a date in the usual sense of the word. See, what we'd do is get somebody to go to the parties with us. Once you get there you might not see them the rest of the night, except in passing from one scene to another perhaps. Oh, there are some swingers, especially some of the married ones, who stick close to their partners. Then there are the ones like me who are as likely as not to leave the bash with somebody other than the person they arrived with. It's all up to the individual, and what sort of mood that particular individual is in. I sometimes stay hot and heavy with the one I brought to the party, especially if I'm hot and heavy after them and no other great prospects come along and change my mind for me. Just depends on how I'm feeling at the time. The important thing with our little get-togethers is that everyone bring a partner of the opposite gender-we don't go for the gay route so much. That way we have an even number when- ever things get interesting ... plenty for everybody.
"So Margo and I got there a little late that night. I'm not sure... oh, yes-I had to drop her roommate off at the airport before, I'm pretty sure that's what it was. Anyhow, by the time we got there, practically everyone else has stripped down to the buff and had gotten into the action. Will came over to greet us, and from the perspiration dripping down his rounded, hairy belly, I could see he'd just gotten done with a performance himself.
"On his arm was a newcomer to the action, a perky little redhead named Peg. From the glistening look her eyes gave me, I could tell that she had been Will's co-performer. Will introduced us to the cute-as-a-button little stewardess, and from the warmth of her greeting I could tell that the two of us would just have to get together sooner or later, preferably sooner.
"Giving Peg a playful slap on her sex-reddened behind and sending her off to the kitchen to get us a drink, Will pulled me aside and whispered in my ear.
" 'If you think she's something, you oughta see the other goodies up for newies this time.' "By 'newies' he meant any member not yet initiated to our little circle. We always tested new swingers out to make sure they were liberated enough to swing with big-leaguers like ourselves.
" 'Louie got this other chick to come-whew, you're not going to believe her!" He stopped and gestured with his hands, trying in vain to blueprint her fabulous design to me. I caught myself searching around the room in hopes of sighting this new face, but about all I could see were bobbing tits and asses-quite a group grope going on there on the living room floor.
"'Well, pal, all I can tell you is- you meet this chick, Kathleen, you'll flip for sure! Louie did himself proud this time ... hoo-boy, did he ever.' "It was to turn out to be the classic understatement, the best call since the Babe called his home-run shot in the series with the Cubs.
"Louie, he's got this bar. Not a swingers' bar exactly, but a lot of us who do swing go down there to chew the fat every now and again. Like it's mostly straight cats that frequent the bar- can't do shit in a bar anyhow. But every so often, Louie will spot a real winner, and test them out to see if they're hip to the scene. Most of the new chicks we got into our group came through Louie, so you can imagine just how important he is to the rest of us.
"But before I was to meet Kathleen, and subsequently fall for a girl like I never had before, I was in for some preliminaries, and some very interesting preliminaries at that. And it was to be in the form of Peg, the other newcomer of the evening. It was at Will's suggestion, and with his highest recommendations, that Peg and I put aside our drinks and made it for the nearest bedroom. Besides, Will wanted to get to Margo -she's always been one of his favorites.
"I decided on trying for some privacy, or at least some relative privacy, so I could have this new goodie all to myself, at least for the time being. She was a real bouncy number, real friendly like, as if she was still on the job, doing all that good-time PR work for the airlines. It's always been a fantasy of mine to make it with a stewardess-every time I took a plane, I'd entertain myself by fantasizing a sex scene, mentally stripping off those enticing uniforms they all wear. I'll have to admit that I was going through the reverse process with Peg since she was naked as the day she was born. Not that I'm a clothes freak or anything remotely up that alley. It's just that those cute uniforms always tease me so much, that it was a pleasure at one moment to imagine how that uniform covered her cute little body, and the next be confronted with the reality of her nudity. Wow-I get hard just thinking about it even now.
"Peg didn't mess around-telling me that she still needed a bit of rest from her recent toss in the sack with Will, she offered to give me head-an offer I can never turn down. In fact, getting head is second only to cornholing in my order of preference-even better than sticking it in a snatch. Somehow, having a girl give you head is similar to porking her poop-chute. In both instances, the girl's position of submission is undeniable. Lest I be judged as too harsh on womankind, and not wanting any of those cock-sucking women's lib cunts at my door, I'll have to say my position on the giving and getting of head differs from the asshole factor in that I sometimes-not very often, but sometimes- will give head to a chick. If she's really a gal that grooves on it, and she's done a good job on me, I'll do it. I don't go crazy over it, but I find it more agreeable than taking it in the ass. I'm one of those people who just can't take it in the ass. For one thing it's painful to me, and number two, it's just too humiliating. Humiliation is for girls and faggots. And that's a fucking fact.
"Peg wasted no time in getting my clothes stripped off. I hardly had a chance to get a breath. As soon as I was as naked as her, she gently urged me down on my back, lying atop the bed, my hands resting my head, while she climbed over my thighs and lowered her pretty little freckle-face down over my rising cock.
"Man, I've got one of the fastest-growing cocks in the world-especially when it goes for a couple of days without nookie. And it had been three or four days, if I remember right .... Whatever it was it was a hell of a long time for me. Peg's eyes practically popped out when she saw how quick my John Henry got up to attention. She'd barely brushed her hands on it once before it started growing. It grows in three or four big spurts, timed to the throb of my heart. Really something to see, I'm told. Of course, it's old hat to a big stud like me.
"She just grins real big and runs her hands down and pats my balls real gentle like, marveling at my now rock-hard cock that throbbed under her nostrils. She tugged playfully at the old pubes as he leaned her face over my tool, spreading her lips and blowing out a hot gust of air that made the drum-tight skin of my prick-head chill in anticipation. And then she touched those plush lips of hers against the very tip.
"Good Jesus-I practically bounced up off the bed. Like I said, I was horny, and that bitch had hit me at just the right moment. She toyed with my cock at first, running her right hand up from my nuts to the base of my cock to grasp it for support, while her head hovered about six inches above it, teasing and tantalizing.
"She was a real pro, this chick, blending just the right amount of suck, lick and blow ... and just a pinch of bite that really drove me bananas.
Her tongue flicked out serpentlike between her polished white teeth to strike tentatively at the opening, depositing tiny flecks of saliva that lubed her way.
"Sure was feeling fine, this BJ. Baby started pumping at the shaft of my cock with her hand while she sucked away topside with her fat lips. I looked around to see if there was anything I could do for her, but since her body was straddled over my thighs, I couldn't really reach her effectively. Besides, this was supposed to be a breather for her, a quick rest for her box before proceeding on with the best part of the show. For her anyway. I was pretty happy with the way things were going as it was now. Just laid back and rested my head in my hands, trying for all my might to keep from coming too early.
"That sweet little stewardess was making it awfully difficult for me to maintain any self-control though. I could tell that she'd flown united before from the way she wore my cock in her mouth.
"She was really after the milk now-hunkering down past the head with her lips, getting a real good stranglehold on the circumference of my meat, then sucking in a big gob, releasing the hold and blowing a lungful of hot air on the head. Each time her head bobbed down, it went a little farther-about twenty strokes and she was taking about three-fourths of my tool into her mouth. Her cheeks were all puffed out in her efforts, eyes bulging in ecstasy, sweat mingled with her powder and makeup dripping down onto my stomach.
"My ass was bunching up in a ball, dry-fucking her face, thrusting my weight up off the bed for a second before falling heavily back. At first, my sudden motions threw her off, and my cock almost slipped completely from her lips. But just at the tip, her mouth puckered mightily and grasped it, sucking even more of my meat in on the next downward gulp.
"It was hard, hard, hard to think of anything more to say about it.... I threw in the entire situation around me ... too overwhelming. There was just too much sensation to pick out details. It all seems so ... parenthetical (I learned that from a professor's wife on my bakery route. I think it means too much, like baby, you're absolutely parenthetical. Well, maybe that's not it.) But whatever it was it sure seemed to s-t-r-e-t-c-h out my come, which is to say that it took me a longer time to come ... therefore I had occupied more space in time... and I sure do talk funny when I come. " "Yeah, that's what I mean. Like it all gets very swirly and crazylike for me when I come ... which is great as far as I'm concerned, but I've got to try and be more descriptive for y'awl, if you get what I mean. I'm trying to fill up a big cunt with my little cock.... Well, in this particular instance, a big mouth. I'm not real big, but I'm cute. In fact, a girl is more willing to give head to a guy with an average to medium cock than she will with a guy who's got a big mother. Fuck-it scares the shit out of them cunts when they see a big whanger that they're supposed, to eat. And that's a fact, in fact.
"Now how we got through all of that, and why, is really Confusing, but like I said, I lose all track of time and everything when I come. And I'd just come hard. So hard that the chick, this Miss Peggy Sue something, pulled back in fright (she told me later that she's just not that kind of girl, not the kind who will swallow a guy's come ... and what a great big cop-out that becomes----I mean, alright-a chick don't want to give head, fine, but if you're gonna do it, go all the way----Got that, girls?) and my geyser spurted out in great spurts, some of them flinging themselves clear across the room and landing on Will's typewriter ... but it was a Smith-Corona, not an Underwood. I'd come on. You might wonder about the typewriter in the bedroom. I do.... Maybe Will has his old lady type to him while he beats his meat.
"So for the chick doing all this dirt to me, not taking my good old come in her mouth, I'm laying there considering not paying her back. But I just consider it about long enough for me to work up another good load. After all, she'd made me come, that's all that really mattered. Still, things like that can really piss me off. I went on debating -with myself. My cock deflated between my legs, covered with stiffening goo that ensnared the roots of my pubes.
"Fuck the chick. She's really gone and pissed me off with that pulling-back shit.
"About then, she runs her hands gently across my chest, causing goose pimples to pop out.
"Well, I'm thinking, maybe I should give the little lady a break. Just scoping in on those gorgeous hunks of dairy meat dangling beneath her rib cage.
"Then I suddenly am aware of some trickly come juice that's dribbling down my ankle. Fuck, the stupid cunt! If she'd have taken my load without whimpering, like a man, I wouldn't be in this fine mess she'd gotten me in this time. Or some such shit.
"But then she's laying that nice sleek body of hers down on me, and the debate's off as I'm taking off again.
"I mean, a guy's entitled to change his mind.
"Still, you cunts should realize my little philosophy and not ever in your lives pull back on a squirting cock.
"Unless, of course, your old man wants that you should do that That's a whole new ball-game you've got there, mister, or missis, what- ever. Then my little philosophy's knocked right out of the box. A new game, yessir. But that's another man you're talking to there. And if you're his, do like he tells you he wants that you should do to him. But don't go using your own cunt brains to try and reason it out, cause it just don't work, Gracie. A woman's brains, they're between her legs. Understand? Right!
"O.K. now I want you to listen to what happened next, now that I'm getting my strength back, and better able to talk more normal again. We were talking about fucking and sucking, right.
"Yeah, the chick is climbing right up on my chest and practically begging for me to give her the meat. Must've gotten all horny while she was polishing my knob. Things like that get some people all excited. No shit.
"So I just wrap my arms tight around Peg and begin a sort of dry-humping underneath her. I then start to roll her over so that I can get the commanding position, but by the time she's on her side, she gets another idea. She pulls up her legs, sticking them almost straight up in the air, and invites me to take her that way ... with me laying on my side, that is. I scootch over to her and spread one arm out by her head for support. She raises her head to allow me to slide it under her. I then move my hips over so that I'm in the right position and press my soft cock against the cheeks of her ass. She wriggles that hot flesh around, grinding it against my pecker until it goes through its change, springing to full life in about four or five throbs.
"Once my cock is nice and hard, I push tentatively against her smoke hole, but she squirms around as if to tell me I've found the wrong hole. But I press the advantage again. This time she sees that I'm really aiming to shove it to her asshole instead of her pussy, and she begins shaking her head from side to side in the negative, telling me that it's a no-no. Well, fuck. Looks like she really is a cop-out. y "But like I say, I never force anybody to do anything that goes against their grain. After all, pussies can be fun too.
"So I move the head of my cock up a bit and dip it into some of her pussy juices that are brewing in her groove ... nice and lubricated, just the opposite of how I really dig it. I know with this honey that I'll have to be quick-she's a real wet one, and you know that I like them dry ... hot and dry like an asshole. Well, you can't always have everything.
"So, lying there on my side, I begin to push it into her mushy box. She's real glad that she doesn't have an argument concerning which hole on her hands anymore... or I guess I should say on her holes anymore. She's so glad that she pushes my hand that was guiding my cock away and takes hold of my porker herself, cramming it up her snatch with a squeaky 'Ooooo' in response to the feeling my meat now brings her.
"I tried as best I could to adjust to this position, not having included it in my little repertoire in the recent months. But soon, I had found the groove and was slipping and sliding through her gooey folds, the chick squealing with joy as she tried to screw that sloppy cunt of hers down around my churning cock.
"She really could work those little hips of hers-I'll say that much for her. And I guess I really can't fault her for having such a sloppy box, especially since so many guys like it like that. I don't know-makes me feel that I'm putting it to a hunk of beaten-up liver or something. But she was making it as interesting as possible ... I'll even stand still for a 'one' on a one-to-ten scale. Sometimes, when I'm coming too fast or something, I'll actually try and rate the broad on my little sex scale when I'm putting it to them. That way, I'll take a little longer. One thing for sure-no girl that I've had to stop and rate at a time like that ever got a ten from me ... or even a nine for that matter. I mean if I'm taking my mind off what's really happening, it's a sure bet that she ain't giving me what for ... I mean my real money's worth. I mean, can she? It sure doesn't seem that way to me, that's for sure.
"Generally a regular pussy-fuck never scores more than a six, or at best a seven with me. I'd say I was getting about a five ... possibly a weak .ix out of Peg. Her sloppy cunt pulled her score way down there, but the efforts she was making to compensate pulled her mark back up a little.
"Now a real good head job just might get as high as a nine. When Kathleen gives me one of her super-duper head jobs, she might wind up that high. But one like the one Peg had just pulled-a shitty number like that-fuck, one or two maybe. Oh, she was going for a seven or eight, but the number of pulling back when she struck oil, that just ain't cutting it. Knocked her right out of the box.
"A girl's gotta pull a pretty lousy number not to score an eight or nine when it's her ass that's entertaining my fat meat. And she doesn't even have to try half-hard to score a perfect ten. Wowee-I get all horny just thinking about a nice, shit-packed asshole. Mmmmmmm! That's how much I love my ass.
"So here I was fucking this five or six, running my hands over my number's rolling breasts as she strained behind my steady fucking. She had stretched her legs out-at least her right one which was furthest from me. Her left was as straight as possible under the circumstances, draped over my hips, the heel rocking on the bed to give her hips a little extra thrust. It was a fairly relaxed ball for me, a good position for the guy to rest in. For the girl, it's about the same, on her back and all. But they tell me it gives a different angle, makes them work their cunts more, in tight, circular patterns that lets them get touched by the cock in areas normally not touched. I wouldn't know, I have to take their words for it. But what the fuck would they know, dumb fucking cunts?
"I contented myself with a nice easy ride, knowing from past experience that if I tried any violent movements in a slippery cunt, I was liable to lose my cockhold and get washed right out of there. So, fine - I'd have a nice little old come, nothing dramatic, but funner than a Salvation Army band at any rate.
"I traced my hand down over her many creases of stomach, that rolled and rippled in time with her frantic hip movements. Then I ran it back up to massage her soft tits, floating in a circle around the stiff volcanoes of her nipples. Moving the hand that pillowed her head just slightly, I was able to reach an ear with a finger, causing her to thrash her head wildly and to squeal even louder than ever.
"It was about mid-fuck, or thereabouts, that we got company ... something that happens often at one of Will's parties. And what company! You should oughta see such company.
"This chick that sauntered in, this had to be love at first sight, which is an experience that is hard to explain, this falling in love with another chick who walks in the room while you've got the old log planted in another girl's snatch. But if you'd lay eyes on Kathleen, you'd understand.
"About 5' 10" in her bare feet, and worth every inch of it. She had big balloon boobies that looked like nice round ass-cheeks, which from me is the highest compliment you can pay a pair of mammaries. That really groovy dark, dark red hair ... almost auburn, but a little more red. And just the prettiest face ... you have to be there.
"So I know right away that this must be the chick, this Kathleen that Will was raving about. I can tell from the fact that I'd never seen her before ... and he'd only mentioned one other new chick ... and since the other new girl was now situated at the end of my cock, I figured that this must be the other new girl since .... Well, I guess you can follow that line of thought. Even better, from the way he'd raved about her beauty, and the fact that this chick was a real knockout, I knew that this must be Kathleen herself. But mainly, I knew it was her when her male companion, a scrawny runt of a man who could hardly contain his excitement, said: " "This is about as private as we're gonna get tonight, Kathleen, baby. All the other bedrooms have at least three or four couples in them.' "'Well, I don't think they'll mind,' she stated in her breathy sexy voice that was just like the one in my dreams every night, crinkling up two fat dimples as she nodded to us. I almost came right then, but self-consciously pretended not to have noticed, slamming it hard to the suddenly inadequate bedmate who squirmed beneath me. 'Oooooeeeee, baby. Sooooo goooooood,' she mumbled almost incoherently -stupid cunt that she was.
"The guy with this Venus incarnate was really an unworthy character named Herb. Herb was a scummy little guy as far as I was concerned, because he always was wanting to suck my cock. I could tell just from the way he looked at me sometimes, really a dead-beat. But for some strange reason, Louie likes the creep, lets him hang around the bar all the time. Even lets him tend bar part-time when the regular guys are sick. Don't think the asshole has a regular job. But for the sake of Louie, everybody put up with him. Especially with the cute tricks Louie kept turning up all the time. But with this Kathleen, he'd really outdone himself.
"I was sure that Kathleen was doing Louie a favor to even look at this creep. I was noticing how she was stalling the guy, still trying to be nice. So much a romanticist I almost became then that I almost, almost jumped up to defend her. But as it turned out, I breathed a sigh of relief when they disappeared below the horizon provided by the edge of the bed to roll about on the floor.... I'm just not the hero type. Especially when a chick comes on me so sudden like that, and there I am in a compromised position. I silently hoped that she hadn't really noticed who I was, and had just seen me as one more swinger, entangled in a web of flesh. So embarrassing a way to begin a relationship. And how do you approach a chick that is so beautiful?
"I made up my mind for a battle plan. There was only one way to approach the problem. So simple I should have thought of it instantly. From the rear! My position of real strength.
"But first, I had to finish off this fucking cunt caught on my line now. The grass is always greener, but especially when it's as green as Kathleen's.
"So I just tried my best to psych myself into thinking that this Peg cunt is Kathleen
. my Kathleen. I wished. But it was just no use. The slooshiness of her cunt had practically drowned me out by this time, and my spirits were really dampened, to say the very least. I was losing my hard on fast, and I had to come before it became a soft on.
"But so intense was I on this new chick in my life, I hadn't even noticed that Peg has been coming all this time-squealing louder than before, like a real little piggy, jumping around on the end of my flexing pole like a hooked trout. Somehow, it triggered me off... one of the weakest comes I've ever had. But then my concentration had been so shattered.
"I slipped out of her almost immediately, my cock shriveled and slimy with goo. It wasn't even the kind of come that satisfied-a halfhearted effort that left my guts burning and wanting more. In all fairness- to the stewardess that I'd been so eager to take off with a short half hour before-she's really a nice little chick with a knocked-out, pixie-like figure, with a great personality, and besides ... all the girls really like her. She just wasn't into my particular bag, so to speak, and to top it off, the surprise entrance of Kathleen so outclassed her in my mind that she didn't even have a chance. Not a prayer.
"I just laid there half-assed fondling her tits, not sure just how to proceed from here. I had to maneuver my way down to the floor somehow, though, and get on with my rear-flank strategy before it was too late. I was now hoping against all hope that she'd be one of those chicks who could take it in the ass ... or even desired it in the ass, against all hope of hopes. Like every single time I see some broad that is superfine from an aesthetic viewpoint, she-nine times out of ten-turns out to be either a deadbeat or the kind of chick who doesn't dig it my style. Oh, I was so excited by the prospect of getting it on with this beauty, I'd be able to carry through a few tosses in the sack any style and get a ten rating. But sooner or later, I'd have to get a girl to go for my act... or else it would just lose its appeal. Even though my fantasy was really taking flight, dreaming that she'd be into my scene, my rationale was telling me not to get too excited, that a chick this groovy just couldn't be into a number as esoteric as mine. Man, did I ever have a terrific surprise waiting for me. In fact, if I'd have known at that time that Kathleen was a freak for taking it in the ass, I probably would've gotten a big rod on and squirted all over poor little Peg without anything even touching my cock. Wonder how she'd have handled that one? Probably not too good, since I hadn't really performed with too much enthusiasm while I was getting it half on with her. Would've been a real slap in the face to the chick ... might've knocked her right out of the box.
"So I finally figured it was time to get it on. Swallowing hard to keep my nerves from jumping right out of my mouth, I patted Peg on the tummy-a signal for her to follow me down to the floor. Figured I'd just try to get a nude pile going there on the floor with Kathleen and Herb. If I played it just right, I'd be able to get in between that gorgeous chick and him and ace turnout. I knew the asshole couldn't give me much trouble-he was such a scrawny puke, and besides nobody around her thought too much of him, so there was nobody he could squawk to. He'd just have to consider himself lucky to get around so much split-tail-he'd never have been able to drum up chicks like this on his own in a million years. And what he was involved with now had to be way out of his league, completely outclassing him. The slob had had enough time.
"Getting a confused, but eager-looking Peg to follow me down to the floor, I positioned myself close to that beautiful hunk of female and urged Peg to come over and wrestle with me for a while-had to make the whole scene look authentic. But even as the points of Peg's pert little tits stabbed me in the chest, my mind was a million miles ... well about two and a half feet off ... over there with that sweet hunk of woman flesh. Just looking at that firm full ass made my John Henry jump to attention in two throbs of my heart... a new track record for that horny fucker.
"Man, the luck was really running in my favor, for just as Peg and I settled down there on the floor, her doing all the action, trying to kiss at me and rub her things all over me... just then I heard that soft and smooth, that deep-throated voice of that sweet young thing, Kathleen, caution that asshole that he was hurting her. See, he was trying to give her head, sprawled out on her lap, clumsily attempting the task with loud, slurping noises that evidently weren't hitting the spot as far as the current mistress of my mind was concerned. She sounded as though she was getting a wee bit pissed-off... as if she'd had to warn him before. I hadn't really paid too much attention to what'd been happening with them once they'd hit the deck and disappeared from my view, so maybe she had warned him and it had been drowned out by either the noise Peg was making, or the churning of my mind as it fantasized a trip between me and Kathleen. Whatever- didn't make much difference what had happened, I was near her now, and I was definitely happening now. And she was really getting pissed with this fuck-up friend of Louie's.
"'It's your beard, it's killing me!' she winced, leaning back farther, her weight on her arms stretched out behind her, her legs spread out on the floor before her to offer her gash to the ungrateful advances of this slob.
"I figured that I'd have to make a move now if I ever was going to make one. I really found myself playing a corny hero, but the strange thing was-I was digging on it, my chest swelling out as I rode in on my white horse.
" 'I think the little lady is trying to tell you something,' I said in my best Brandoese, my arms involuntarily flexing as I got into the fakery of the situation.
"But the fakery was short-lived 'cause the minute that sweet face turned in my direction, startled as if she'd just now noticed our presence ... and now smiling warmly, encouraging me to make my act into reality. Chivalry was not dead after all .. .you could see her strong reaction to it in her eyes. It was alive and well here in Will's bedroom.
"The asshole didn't pay any attention to me, but I could tell from a couple of real loud, self-conscious slurps that he made that he'd heard and was trying his best to ignore the situation. But this swell-looking gal, encouraged by my presence, and the fact that the asshole had really hurt her with the stubble of his beard on his latest effort, reached down and cuffed the side of his head, causing him to jerk up, pussy goo dripping down his ugly face. I didn't even have to make the next move, for just as I was about to make a crude invitation for Herb to get lost, Kathleen's deep, commanding voice solved the problem.
" 'Time to switch partners,' she told him matter-of-factly. And Herb, probably used to this inevitable reaction from the many women he eventually disgusted, crawled meekly away from her, saying not a word, but looking for all the world like a freshly whipped puppy dog.
"Wowee-it couldn't have worked out better if I'd written the script myself. It seemed that this beautiful dame was hot for me ... or at the very least, I was a better situation for her than the one she'd just come from. Whatever it was, I vowed that I'd make it so that she wouldn't regret it. I'd give her my superduper job.
" 'Hi-I'm Ralph. Let's fuck'" was all the introduction necessary. She told me her name, her eyes winking at me in sparkling blue glimmers that melted my heart. I tried to avoid her gaze so that I wouldn't blow it ... tip her off to just how hung I'd already gotten on her. But my eyes just couldn't find a hiding place on that luscious body of hers. In fact, every place I'd land them, looking for refuge, I'd only get hotter ... her nice, melon-shaped breasts, her full, lush hips, her long and sleekly tapered legs ... everywhere. I'd just have- to get my meat into her quick.
"As she scooted over to me on her hands and knees, her breasts swayed enticingly underneath her, heavy and pendulous. I could see that she took good care to insure her beauty, from her well-manicured nails to her triangular pubic hair that was clipped as neat as an Englishman's garden. I wasn't sure just what to do with this babe when she came to me, not sure even if she was real... but she sure threw out that last idea when she ran into me eagerly her nose colliding with my chest, a wet tongue lapping out at my nipples and making them stiff like a broad's.
"I just let her flesh swarm all over me, sinking into a swamp of ecstasy. Man, this was really living! I could feel my cock swelling even harder, the veins about to pop right out and overflow. I pressed myself hard against her springy breasts, letting my hands slide casually around her smooth white shoulders to seek out the contours of her back.
"Her red hair provided a fine contrast for her face, the dark curls framing the almost translucent whiteness of her skin. Little ringlets danced lightly around her shoulders in accordance with the movements of her warm body as it worked against mine. We paused briefly to gaze lovingly at each other before pressing our lips against the others, the heat of our breath mingling with our fluid salivas.
"I could tell she packed a mean tongue from the way it immediately went for the roof of my mouth, the very tenderest portion, curled and ran its tip maddeningly over the supersensitive ridges. But just at the moment I was almost able to pin her tongue down, it slipped away with some real class and teased at the base of my gums, the bottom of my 'own tongue, and then out of my mouth, retreating unscathed, taunting me at my clumsiness.
"Meccoeee-this broad didn't putz around. Her long-fingered hand reached out and grabbed for my cock, gave a mighty tug on it, so hard that I had to scoot a couple of inches on my knees to keep from losing the old porker. Man, I even had carpet burns on my knees the next day. She wasn't fooling around. All that woman wanting so much of me. And I'd never guess a chick this good-looking could be so aggressive in trying to fulfill her demands, but she was ... oh, brother, was she ever.
"It was all I could do to contain myself, my hands pawing frantically at her back, my cock captured in her clasping hand. She really had a hold on me. This was the first time in my life that a chick had moved me this much. And the way I was feeling, she could keep it up forever.
"So, I finally realize that I've gotta assert myself now with this broad, or else take a back seat for good, like probably most of the other clowns she's been going out with. I also figure that with this chick, there's no halfway. I've either gotta really put it to her so good that I'm her Daddy, or I take a stiff right to the guts and go down for the count. Nothing half-assed about this operation you understand? Top-drawer all the way, kiddo.
"So I break the liplock real quick like and pull back, the doll letting out a long, low moan of disappointment. But she wouldn't be lonely for long. Scooting over to her side I reached out and grabbed an arm to guide her a couple of feet over to the bed. I practically had to give her a judo chop to get her to let go of my cock. Man, did this beautiful baby ever want the cock.
"Noticing out of the corner of my eye that Peg and that asshole Herb had gotten together over in the corner, him giving her head as she sat in a chair, I instructed Kathleen to lay the upper part of her torso down on the bed, so that she was sort of kneeling over it, her knees remaining on the floor. I didn't figure to sock it to her asshole right off, didn't want to scare her off- maybe that'd come later. But since I'm such an ass freak, doing it dog-style is my very favorite way-it sort of automatically reduces the woman to an inferior position, leaves her more defenseless to a man's attack, as she can't fend him off with her hands. Sort of establishes a kind of psychological dominance, if you see what I'm getting at. After all, I had to show this broad who was boss, or suck eggs from here on in. I guess I was functioning on a sort of panic thing-like shock. I mean if I'd have stopped and really considered what a classy-looking dame this was, I would have had to question what I was doing with her. Like chicks like this usually only happen in dreams.
"But fortunately for me, I was reacting well under the stress, and it's paid off for me in aces ever since. That little dream is someday soon gonna be my wife. You should see the looks of admiration I get when I stroll into some class joint, or a bowling alley with her on my arm.
"Man, as I gazed down at that sweet heart-shaped ass of hers, all white and jiggling, I really had to control myself. That was the sweetest looking ass I'd seen in years, with an ample flow of meat in all directions. I just shut off all other scenes from my mind, ignoring the two assholes over in the corner, concentrating on that nice asshole in front of me.
"But it wouldn't be that nice puckered asshole I'd be cramming it to right off... at least I was hoping that she'd let me give it a try later on. Yet, with a doll this groovy, I knew that her pussy would give me an A-l ride as it was.... So who's complaining. Most guys I know would've given their left nut for one toss in the sack with this babe, and that's for sure.
"She was really eager for the old cock, wiggling that hourglass ass of hers in my face, mashing her titties down flat on the rough bedspread. I couldn't keep her or myself waiting very long, so I moved forward, placing one hand around her soft waist, and drove my cock into the deep brown furrow of her sex.
"Kathleen moaned longingly and spread her legs farther apart, thrusting her hips back as far as she could to give me better access to her spread slit. I ran the thickness of my cockhead down past her nice little a-hole, then on down to the springy folds surrounding her pussy. There was just a trace of moisture there as I slid easily into her contracted pussy, just the way I like it. But as I began pumping into the soft folds there, she turned and pleaded with me over her shoulder, asking me to do something that just knocked me for a loop.
" 'Baby, please, the other one ... stick it in my ass, please, please....' Jesus, was this a switch. I couldn't believe my ears, my luck was having a fantastic streak. Fuck, even my dreams weren't this good. Here I'd been worrying about how I'd go about throwing my number on such a gorgeous chick as this one, and it turns out with her begging me to do it to her, that she was into the same bag as me. It knocked me right out of the box, I can tell you that, pal.
"Well, I sure didn't need any second invitation-I pulled that John Henry of mine right out of there and started pressing it against her ring. But then I remembered something ... I sure didn't want to blow it over a little thing like that. Really discouraging, at a time when we're both so horny, to think of it, but I didn't want to tear up her ass too bad. I slammed my head down on the top of the bed hard in my frustration.
" 'Fuck!' I exclaimed.
"Kathleen, who had settled her head back on the bed after her exciting confession, turned around once again to see what the problem was.
" 'What's the matter, baby, was my request too weird for you?' She said it in a half-taunting manner, as if she'd run into men who weren't into this before, a problem I certainly could sympathize with.
" 'No KY,' I replied. But she just smiled and told me to fire away ... she liked it a little rough. Besides, she told me, my cock was already partially lubed from her pussy juices.
"Crazy, baby, I murmured to myself.... This was all just too good to be true.
"Gripping my cock with one hand, I leaned the stretched head against the tiny opening of her asshole. Hard to believe that it could fit in such a tight spot. But after several hard thrusts, Kathleen lunging back against it and whispering breathy bits of encouragement to me, I penetrated the clasping pink and purple ring bringing a long 'oooooooo' from my new love as my shaft sunk itself several inches into her wildly spurting ass. The ass is even more violent in its contractions and constrictions than the pussy, but that's what makes it so groovy for me. It gives reluctantly as it is much tougher and tighter than a cunt, and fits right back over any foreign objects, thus giving you more friction. The friction is really increased when you consider just how much drier a surface the tissues of an asshole are, giving it a much stickier, tackier substance ... like flypaper against your tender cock.
"I could feel a healthy gust of gas explode in reaction to my entrance, trying to whish past the plug my cock made. Kath was going absolutely crazy behind my first few strokes, hunching back with her hips, her arms flailing the bed beneath her. I now had both hands on her hips, which I began to run up and down her soft sides, massaging the tender skin above her ribs, dipping them underneath her to massage at the fat rolls of her tits, mashed down against the bedspread and rolling with the efforts of our movements.
"As her hot passageway became more accustomed to my cock, I began taking longer strokes, the dryness of her hole tearing at the sensitivity of my cockhead and driving me into a wild frenzy. All too good to be true ... this Kathleen was a real freak for taking it in the ass. She says she got hung on it clear back with her first boy- friend-they'd been too poor to even afford rubbers, so if he wanted to stick it in a hole, it had to be the one leading in from her back porch. I silently thank that man, one back door man to another. She says that the orgasm that results from stimulation to her ass is much wilder and more prolonged than one from her pussy. Internally with women, it's mainly a matter of psychology anyway ... their sharpest responses coming from their clits. But Kathleen is just enough of a masochist so that the steady, burning ache caused by rectal stimulation gets her cookies really boiling.
"Speaking of her clit, I had run one of my hands around her side and down around her lower belly in search of said object. The smooth texture of her skin was driving me wild.... This girl had it all-looks, the right tastes in her sexual preferences, and to top it off, she smelled and felt just great.
"I finally found her clit, hanging around down there in the vast fleshy fields of her trench. I fumbled around for a couple of seconds ... not easy to grab one of those little fellows when you're pumping your guts out the way I was ... until I finally was able to grasp the tricky mother between a thumb and forefinger. Kathleen was going double-wild behind the latest development. In fact, from the flood on my hand, she was already coming, starting out on a long series of orgasms that left her weak, but still willing for more. I've never seen a girl who can take as much as Kath and still come back for more, smiling to boot.
"Pressing my chin down against her shoulder, one hand full of tit, the other of clit, I began to buckle down. Drawing my cock out almost to the tip, I would hesitate my downward and inward thrust until I could sense that Kathleen was going bananas in anticipation, then I'd slam it in hard and fast, stopped only by my huge nuts as they'd slam against the obstruction offered by her twisting buttocks.
"I varied my rhythm from long, slow strokes, to short and fast ones, so that she never knew what to expect. She was in sheer ecstasy, moaning and whimpering underneath me in lustful passion, begging me to give her more. But there wouldn't be too much more ... I mean not on this particular ride. I hoped there'd be a lot more in the future, but I'd just have to dump my load, for a hot, tight feeling was filling my nuts, and my guts, so I'd have to spill it soon or my eyeballs would pop out.
"And there it was-spilling my guts out, hot and semiautomatic, flinging hot, white bullets like a machine gun. I could feel the reactions my hot come was bringing to Kath's hole, causing it to jump and squirm in a receptive manner. Under me she was murmuring, 'Never better .... Oh .... never any better, baby.... Oh do me .... ' "So I figured I'd really gone and captured a dream.
"Some stuff for a regular guy like me. We collapsed in a pile, both of our bodies writhing spasmodically from the strength of our orgasms. I was lying with my full weight on her back, and she was going for it. She really likes the feeling of a man's weight upon her ... makes her feel helpless-at least that's what she tells me.
"I could feel my cock becoming flaccid, could feel it lose its grip as it deflated, felt it ooze down a thin river of my escaping come. It finally plooped out, dripping with its own come, and tiny specks of shit and blood from her asshole-the lack of lubricant had irritated her tissues at first. As soon as I felt myself becoming detached from this beautiful girl, I quickly pulled back with a sudden spurt of strength and patted Kath's ass as a signal for her to turn over. I wanted to hold her close in my arms now that my cock wasn't feeding on her, half afraid she'd disappear if I let her out of my grasp.
"But just as she turned over, she saw the debris on my limp cock and gave a big smile before diving down on the floor to join me, her eyes set upon my cock. She dove under my extended arms, making me flinch involuntarily ... I hadn't known just what she was up to. It only took a split second to find out though. She had bent, down on her knees and gone after my poor, tired cock, plucking it in her mouth without even relying upon any help from her hands.
"Man, this dame was really something else again! I'd never, in all the assholes I'd reamed, seen a chick go after my cock like this dame did -she just couldn't get enough. Especially when one considers the state my cock was in ... all shriveled and covered with shit and blood and come. But later on in our relationship, I was to find that it was just Kathleen's little way of saying thank you, and served to clean me up in the bargain. Yeah, she really likes doing that ... eating the shit off the end of my dick like she hasn't eaten in two or three days. Sometimes I think that little lady is daffier than I am.
"So it wasn't any time at all before I'm up and at 'em again, my cock responding to the nice tongue-bath Kathleen's given it. And I'm just grabbing onto her and holding on for dear life. Who'd ever guess a groovy-looking chick could be so hip. In my old neighborhood, it was only the real dogs who'd gone in for the real hot action. The good-lookers ... well they all had tough brothers who protected them and made them into some sort of saints or something. I think all those good ones either became nuns, or they moved away and became hookers .... No middle ground with them. But if a fellow wanted a real good time, they'd just have to settle for a dog.
"And here all this whole number is being disproved to me-a real looker like Kathleen who would outdo any of them when it came to doing it down and dirty. And her mouth was just about as good as her asshole when it came to sex. That tongue was really wild the way it was everywhere at once. In no time at all, I was coming hard. And I'll tell you one thing, she took every drop of it like a man. None of that spitting the cock up as soon as she hit a gusher, nosiree. She clamped her jaws on that tool and sucked her life out, swallowing big gobs of come just as fast as her Adam's apple could bob up and down.
"Yessir-she really sold me that time. And ever since, I've never gone unsatisfied in a session with Kath. Luckily, we found that we had a lot of other things in common, both of us being bowling champs, for instance. So it's easy to see why we're thinking about settling down together. We get along so good, me and her, that I hardly ever go to the swinging parties anymore, more content just to get it on with each other. Oh, once in a while, a little stranger never hurt anybody, but with Kathleen, it's like having a whole harem to choose from when I want to get some sex going-that's how versatile this little sweetie pie is."
CHAPTER TWO
Bringing It All Back Home
"The first time Daddy and I had a party with his piggy-that's what he calls his cock, I thought I was just going to die. Not from mortification though-from sheer delight. I'd never had a piggy in my poke before, but I was sure that I wanted it there again soon. But actually, Daddy never did put it in my cunny much after that-not once we'd discovered how much I liked having piggy go up my back hole. Wow- was I ever surprised to find out that I could get more pleasure from him doing it to my rear, and so was he for that matter. So for sheer fun, it's been up the ass for us ever since .... Well, until all this trouble has come about.
"Maybe I should explain from the beginning. Daddy's a widower. Mom died clear back when she was giving birth to my little sister. I was only two at the time, so I don't remember anything about her, except for what people tell me of course. So Daddy's been both a mother and a father to me and Judy, and he's done a real bangup job as far as we're concerned-no matter what Aunt Eva says.
"Oh, he didn't spoil us ... even though he was our pal. He spanked us when we misbehaved, and gave us as much love as anyone could. But I guess both Judy and I were able to sense this extra duty he did for us at a very early age, 'cause we both respected all the things he did for us and tried not to give him any trouble that wasn't necessary.
"I guess in this day and age it's pretty unusual for two girls to love and respect their dad the way we do, what with all the demonstrators and all. But we really are close to our father ... probably closer than most kids. According to the people at the county clinic we've been forced to go to, we were too close.
"It all started-the thing that got us in so much trouble that is-about three years ago ... well more like two and a half. That was just after the time my Uncle Harry and Aunt Eva moved out to Colorado. He's an aircraft mechanic, and he'd been laid off back here, and the only job he could find was out in Denver ... or at least the best job .... Oh, all that confuses me. Anyway, my aunt - she's Daddy's younger sister - had taken care of me and Judy all these years, helping Daddy out in a pinch. They lived right next door, so she helped him with the laundry, looked out for us after school until he got home, babysat, and all the other things that Mom might've done had she been around.
"But when we started reaching maturity, she took it upon herself to start teaching us about the birds and the bees. I never paid much attention to her, since I'd already heard about it from other girls at school, but she left quite an impression on my little sister, as she told her when she was only about ten or so. She really came on in a bad way with her, stressing purity, virginity ... all that crap. Real old-fashioned, but these little discussions were the only place where it came out. Evidently, she scared my little sister with some of the things she laid on her, 'cause Judy told Daddy about it. I don't know exactly what happened, but I know that it made Daddy angry because he told my aunt to leave the matters of the birds and the bees up to him after that. Other than that, we got along fine with my aunt, and that was the last we heard about the birds and the bees for the time. In fact, Daddy waited quite a while before bringing it up again, clear up until after the time Uncle Harry and Aunt Eva moved out west, just before my fifteenth birthday.
"And when we came around to it again, he didn't exactly present it as a lecture. It was more like a demonstration.... That's why we got into so much trouble.
"Only I didn't look at it as being trouble at the time. To me it was just so much more good clean fun. See, it happened this way.
"One night, let's see, where was Judy? Oh, she was away at one of her girl friend's houses spending the night. In fact, it must've been one of the first times Daddy's let her do that. There was this big storm going on outside, an electrical storm ... real bad one. Well lightning hit not too far from the house and woke me up instantly. I was really frightened because I started yelling my head off. I screamed so loud that I woke Daddy up. He came running into my room with just his shorts on-he's never slept in pajamas, so I got a good look at his hairy body. And it's a good body for an old man, you'd better believe it.
"Anyway, he came over to the bed and threw his arms around me, comforting away the tears.
So that nobody thinks I'm a big sissy or something, I'd better say that I don't usually get that scared by storms. I think I was having a bad dream at the time though, and the stroke of lightning must've hit about the time a particularly scary part of the nightmare was going on or something. Anyway, Daddy had soon made things better.
"We started talking, groggily at first since we'd both just woken up, but it got into some pretty heavy dialogue. Like you know how you're liable to say what's going on in your subconscious at a time like that? Well, that's what happened, and for some reason I was asking him why he'd never remarried, and why he very rarely even dated. "Well, the question surprised me as much as it did him, 'cause it wasn't a question I'd really voiced before, just a vague thought that sort of bothered me. Well, Daddy got a little embarrassed and started stammering for a second, since it'd obviously taken him by surprise, but when he finally regained his composure, he told me about how he'd thought of us in the bargain. He said that he'd heard so much about stepparents causing children grief that he'd done it to protect us. Looking back, knowing what I do now, I suppose it was a come-on on his part, but I still love him, no matter what's happened.
"Anyhow, he just melted my heart as he told me of the sacrifices he'd gone through for the sake of Judy and me, and I started crying again.
"Well, he hates to see anyone cry, and he pulls me even closer to his hot, hairy chest and tries to smother my sobs. It was then that I reached up and planted a kiss on his lips, a more soulful kiss than I'd ever given him. I just felt so close to him, so sorry for the deprivation he'd put himself through, that I wanted to hold him and love him .... The things that were going through my mind were confusing at that moment, but I'd never felt more affection for him than at that very moment.
"Now I've tried to explain to the authorities what went down next, to show them that I was the one to blame ... if there's such a thing ... if there's something wrong with showing someone how much you love them like that. But they said that it wouldn't matter, that Daddy should've stopped anything that could have happened .... All because he's an adult and I'm a minor. Kids never get credit for anything. What makes it even worse is that I was a virgin at the time ... they never believe me when I tell them that. They say that an innocent girl, not even fifteen and a virgin to boot, is just not capable of putting sexual advances on a grown man, especially not her father.
"But I know the truth, so screw them. And I did make all the advances. No, I didn't have that much experience, but I'd had enough-I'd learned quite a bit from Emory Wump in the backseat of his Ford that summer at the drive-in. I'd never gone all the way, but I knew how to make a man hot, how to make him want me.
"Not that I really had in mind going all the way with Daddy when I reached up and kissed him. I just wanted to show him how much I loved him. We both just got sort of caught up in the moment and the next thing I knew, I was pawing at him and telling him how much I loved him. He didn't really catch on that I was getting worked up, but I really was-he's really quite a man, and I was feeling really great feelings towards him about this time.
"Well, my kisses were getting obvious-were giving my game away ... not a game really, since it wasn't planned, like I said. Just got taken by the whole environment. But Daddy tried to calm me down about then, telling me that it wasn't really the thing we should be doing. Of course, it all sounded like a bunch of hooey to me. Like what could be wrong with a girl showing her father just how much she loved him?
"He sort of pushed me away and tried to talk to me, but in doing so, his shorts popped open, exposing to my view just how much effect my attack had had on him-he had a boner a mile long! When he saw that I'd noticed, he got real embarrassed and tried to stuff it in his pants, but I was quicker than him. I don't know what had come over me, but I'd reached down and taken a good hold around that fat dick of his.
"Everything after that is still kind of a muddle in my mind. I remember Daddy trying to stop me, telling me to be reasonable, but as I pumped on his bone, gazing into his eyes with a steady, fixed look of determination, I melted away whatever semblance of reason he had left in him. My own voice was drowning his out... as if it came from somewhere else, amazing me with its maturity as it mouthed things I'd barely even thought about before. I understand now how the subconscious drives can do that from my talks with my psychologist, but then it seemed like I'd gone off into another dimension or something. But never once did I feel it was wrong. To the contrary, I was feeling higher, more ecstatic than I'd ever felt before.
"Finally Daddy gave up his protests, and moved hard against me, his briar-thatched chest smothering my breasts. His thick fingers were tugging hard at the waist of my pajama bottoms, ripping them as he tugged them down. I remember feeling just an instant of fear when I realized that he was taking command of the situation, would call my bluff or whatever it was and cover the areas that I knew nothing of.
"As strange as it may seem, he hadn't had an- other woman since Mom had died, but he later confessed to me that he'd often beaten his meat to keep himself from going- loony. The old 'use it or lose it' factor.
"Anyway he hadn't forgotten the fundamentals. By this time I couldn't have changed his mind if I wanted to. But I'd asked for it... now I was getting it. Not that I was offering any resistance-I was shouting for him to love me, to take me all the way.
"He was a lot rougher than Emory had been, but I chalked that fact up to his long layoff.
Besides, I kind of liked the rough treatment .... They say you have to dig pain just a little to be able to take it in the ass the way I do.
"I guess that once he'd finally gotten worked up, there was no stopping him. He didn't waste any time with preliminaries, just started shoving his dick hard against the tiny opening of my vagina until he finally pushed it in- ooooooooeeeeeee, I'd never felt such pain! I screamed, and he looked me in the eyes ... almost a pathetic look, like he hadn't realized what was happening until then. That's the one thing I remember about that time, what with all the other thoughts being so confusing at the time. That look in his eye, though, really stands out, He, like I realized just for an instant that he'd broken my hymen, his own daughter's. A brief flash of terror crossed his face then, but passed. I should have realized myself that something was inherently wrong from that look, but I just didn't pick up on it that way then. I just thought he was reacting to my screams.
"But as soon as that painfully horrible moment had passed, he resumed, using a gentler, slower probing this time, that gradually washed away the sharp pain inside me and gave way to the most pleasurable sensations I had yet known. It wasn't long before I was responding to his fucking, hunkering my ass up and pivoting it to match the rocking of his hips. I just wrapped my little old legs up around his broad back and snouted encouragement, the pleasures really mounting in me.
"We both came pretty fast-me being a first-timer, and him having such a long layoff. We just laid there in the dark for the longest time, our perspiration soaking the sheets, the rain beating down on the roof. He started to say something as he came back to his senses, his face a mask of guilt, but I just pressed his head against my budding titties and told him it was all right-that I'd wanted him to do that.
"He didn't even talk to me the next day, must've been feeling really guilty about it. It wasn't until the day after that that he tried to sit me down and explain away what had happened. But I wasn't going for it. I ended up seducing him again, and I didn't let him up until I was sure we'd be making it a regular thing. I must've really made him a believer that time, 'cause I never heard another complaint from him for all the rest of the time.
"So you can't really blame him. I'm the one who was really promoting all the action. It was even me who suggested that we initiate Judy into the activity-the only thing I've come to regret. Stupid girl-she already was into balling, being a lot more liberal with her body than even me. She really was easy to convince ... easy to get her into our parties. But she really blew it for us.
"Seems that she gave some guy at school the clap, and he turned her in to the doctor ... he'd had to, what with the hard time the authorities gave him. She'd picked it up from some other guy she'd been balling and hadn't even been aware of it. Sure enough, Daddy was bending pipes in the bathroom the next morning, as he'd come down with a dose too. But it was too late. Confused, not knowing where she'd picked it up, unaware of the dire consequences for our whole family, she blurted out the entire story, about Daddy and me and everything, to the school nurse. That's why they've got Daddy in the institution, and us in a foster home. The stupid shrinks drive me absolutely crazy with all their questions. But the worst thing is being without Daddy ... I miss him to pieces-I'm sure much more than stupid Judy does. After all, I was faithful to him, he's the only one I'd ever slept with, unlike some other people we know."
The tragedy of incest seems to be more a societal problem than an individual one, at least if we are to judge from the case of seventeen-year-old Jo Anne, and thousands like her across the country. That is to say, these individuals might never report the cases except by accidental disclosure, the surprise visit of some other relative, etc. For the fact is, many individuals who engage in incestuous activities would have continued to do so had it not been for intervention. By the same token, it is impossible to estimate just how many cases go unreported, due simply to the fact that no one involved in the actual incest is complaining. It's always society, that horrible outsider, that keeps coming in and busting up everyone's fun times.
Lest we dismiss the problem with a shrug of the shoulders, however, it must be said that many tragedies are brought about by incest. Caprio and Brenner cite numerous cases of suicide brought about by incestuous relationships that were undesirable to one of the participants.
The term derives from the Latin incestum and refers to the girdle of Venus. In marriage the girdle was loosened by the husband as a symbol of felicity. For any male in the family other than the father to loosen the girdle constituted a violation of the cestus, or incest.
It is interesting to note that father-daughter incest is the most common violation of this universal code. However, unlike the girl in this case history, the taboo is usually broken by the father, that is to say that the male is normally the aggressor. But as we shall see in our study, Jo Anne is an unusual girl. Wanting to take the place of a mother she'd never known, she aggressively asserted her wants, before lying back passively to reap the rewards. Fortunately, she is discovering things she should have been taught long ago about societal laws. In a way, her actions sprang from innocence-no one told her, after all, what she was doing was so terrible. Her father should have done so, but he was completely captivated by her drive, and by the time everyone realized what a jam they were in, it was too late.
Aside from that, the family falls into the two other primary factors conducive to an incestuous relationship: poverty and sexual deviation. Jo Anne's father was barely able to provide for his family with his pay as a janitor, but at least they fared better than most incestuous families. In cases where large families exist in crowded conditions, such as is the case with many ghetto-dwellers, the incidence of incest seems to rise dramatically.
Since the family members are already breaking one of the strongest mores of Western culture by committing incest, it is of little surprise that sexual deviations are often indulged in. Sadomasochism, homosexuality, fellatio and cunnilingus are among the commoner. In the case of Jo Anne and her father, analism was the aberration. It is also interesting to note that the highest incidence of anal intercourse for the purposes of avoiding conception occurs among the poorer people of our culture, the reason that Jo Anne and her father give for being their initial foray into the practice. But it was due to the fact that Jo Anne received tremendous sexual satisfaction from the activity that it was continued, until normal coitus was practically precluded from the incestual pattern established by father and daughter. Jo Anne resumes her tale, emphasizing the importance analism came to play in her unusual relationship with her father.
"It happened by accident really. We'd never planned to get into anything like it, but it just happened. I was about halfway between my periods and was very hot-by that I mean the chances of pregnancy were high at that time.
And Daddy came and approached me about sex that night. Well, as you can see, by this time he'd come around to my way of thinking. If he had any doubts about wanting to continue our relationship before, they'd sure disappeared by now. I'm afraid he'd gotten too used to getting it regularly by now to let his conscience get in his way.
"So when he came to me that time, in search of a quickie, I had to tell him the situation. He looked sort of disappointed-guess he'd forgotten all about the possibilities of pregnancy. I told him that I'd think of something, telling him to sit down beside me on the couch. He told me I'd better be quick, since my little sister would be home from the library in an hour or so. Actually, we later found out about her number too. All the time she's sneaking off to be with boys, telling us she's going to the library. Do you know that she lost her cherry when she was only twelve? Think of that! I was almost fifteen, nearly an old maid, by the time Daddy took mine. That just goes to show you what the younger generation is coming to I suppose. Crazy kids!
"Actually, if Daddy and I had have known sooner about Judy, we would've had her stay home and party with us. But as it was, we had no idea a girl that young would have any idea about sex, and we'd held back because of that factor. She never said a thing about her sex life to me, and of course I never breathed a word about Daddy and me. Now, with all that happened, I wish we'd never ever let her play with us.
"Oh well, that's the sex biz. Anyhow, here I was sitting on the couch and running my fingers through Daddy's thinning hair-I always kidded him about the fact that he had more hair on his chest than on his head and that he should have a transplant. I'd never done anything but the good old regular way with Daddy, although we had tried it in a number of different positions by this time. But what I mean is that it was never anything other than cock-to-pussy screwing.
"So I just run my hands all over him, getting him all worked up, but I'm not sure what I can do about getting him off. I ask him if he's sure he doesn't have a rubber or something, and he tells me he's sure. Then I remember about hearing about blow jobs, so I start unfastening his pants. Pretty soon that hairy monster of his is staring one-eyed in my face, my hand pumping it up.
"Slowly, with a big lump in my throat, I start down on it, but as I get closer that cock just gets bigger and bigger, and I don't know how I'll ever get it in my mouth. God, I'd choke to death! I start to kiss it, and feel my Daddy moving around in response ... must've really surprised him. It felt much softer than I'd expected, but then I was touching the spongy head. I kept working my hand up and down the shaft as I kissed and blew on the head, afraid to take it in my mouth. I shut my eyes hard, hoping that this would help, and spread my lips wide to shove some of it in my mouth, but to no avail. I was building this all up in my mind, I know that now, but there was just no way I'd be able to do it now. Not that I thought it was dirty- honest. The only reason was because I was afraid of the size, afraid that I'd suffocate.
"Finally, after several false starts, I gave up, sitting up in desperation. As I looked at the flushed face of my father, he began swimming crazily through the tears that were welling up in my eyes.
" 'Daddy, I j-just can't,' I sobbed, flinging myself back down in his lap, only this time as a little girl who couldn't control the world around her, not as a mistress going after his sex. That's when Daddy really shines. He pulled me right out of the doldrums, patting my head reassuringly, his cock shrinking as he assumed the fatherly role.
" 'Nobody asked you to, sweets. It was all your idea.' Which was true. Only I just wished there was some way I could take care of his needs without risking pregnancy.
" 'It just looks so big,' I continued. 'Maybe you could show me...."
" 'Some time I will, sweets. But not now- I've got a better idea.' "Leaving me in suspense about his last statement, he eased me off his lap, got up and went upstairs, telling me that he'd be right back. My tears had dried up by now, and even turned to a brief moment of laughter when I noticed how funny Daddy looked as he walked across the room to the stairs, his fly undone and his half-hard cock flopping in front of him.
"He was back in a flash, having stripped off his pants and shorts. As he walked, I could see that he was smearing something all over his cock, which had gotten even littler since the last time I'd seen it. But from the look in Daddy's eyes when he came over to me, I knew that it wouldn't be in that puny condition long.
"I asked him what he was doing, and he told me that he was applying vaseline to his cock. I said that it was obvious that he was applying it to his cock. He said 'Oh.' "Telling me not to be such a smartass, he instructed me to remove my clothing, which I did, while Daddy took off his shirt and socks. Now that both of us were nude, I just stood there and waited for him to tell me what was up-I actually had no idea what was coming.
"Coming over and placing a calming hand on my waist, Daddy told me that he'd just remembered a way that he and Mom used to do it when there was no other way to prevent pregnancy. He told me that it might hurt a little at first, but that it should get better. He further told me that if the pain got to be too much, just to yell out and that he would stop. He said that it was a perfectly normal way, but that some people are ultrasensitive in the region we'd be centering on, and that the last thing in the world he wanted to do was hurt me. He said that if I was one of the lucky ones, as he put it, that I might experience even greater pleasure than I had from regular intercourse. He promised me that it would be just this once, that he'd be sure to buy a pack of rubbers to keep around when I was dangerous. Then he told me to bend over the end of the couch. He was going to shove his big cock up my ass!
"When he told me, I got a little frightened - after all, my asshole was smaller than my mouth. But I did so want to please him, so I complied, noticing that his cock had grown stiff, probably from thinking what he'd be doing to me while he was talking. That and the fact that he'd been mentally raping my nude body with his eyes.
"With a little apprehension, I went over to the end of the couch and did as he'd told me, positioning my legs fairly wide apart and bending over the arm at the waist, balancing my weight by extending my arms down to rest on the cushions of the couch. As I felt him move behind me, his voice talking to me in a gentle, reassuring manner, I tried to fight back the fears. After all, he said just to call out if it hurt too much .... He'd stop, I know he would. Daddy wasn't the type of man who'd hurt someone against their will. Besides, I could take it, even if it was painful-I wanted him to be able to get some pleasure. It was my fault that I was at such a bad time of the month anyway.
"But just as I'd talked myself into thinking it wouldn't be any big deal, Daddy's cockhead is pressed hard against the ring of my anus, he shoves hard ... twice, three times and he's in and yeeeeeoooooowvnowtvw! I hadn't expected it to be like that-it felt like fire. I bucked up in response to the pain, biting my lip to keep from crying out. I wanted to see if it'd get better, the way Daddy'd said, before chickening out.
"And he was right-my tissues gave way under his attack, and soon they had been covered with a nice film of the vaseline ... or whatever it is that happens back there. Anyway, the burning pain passed away quickly, but there still wasn't a whole bunch of pleasure in this for me ... still some kind of pain.
"This was a dull, throbbing pain that spread throughout my tummy. Each time he pushed that cock of his in and out, it felt as though I was being bruised internally, pushed out of shape by the intrusion. And yet there was almost something desirable about this ache, enough that I was now beginning to push back towards Daddy on his inward strokes, letting him slam the full length of his pecker into my burning hole.
"The strange wave of pleasure-pain kept growing until any thoughts that I'd had of calling a halt to the proceedings fled. I moaned a long, deep sigh, and Daddy, supersensitive to my reactions, slowed the pace, thinking he might be hurting me.
" 'S'matter, sweets, too much for you?' How kind of him to ask.
" 'No, don't stop,' I murmured between moans. 'Give it to me hard, it's better than anything. More, more. Please, Daddy, give it to me good.' "It got the point across. He resumed the buggering of my maiden ass with a flurry of passion, slamming the meat to me at a doubled tempo. And I was only too glad to receive his offerings.
"My mind began drifting as the searing heat cut off all my normal nerve circuits, short-circuiting the whole business. I began flashing past brief instances of my early childhood-no particular ones, just a collage of meaning that hadn't been evident before. As though everything I'd ever done had led to this moment.
"I was truly swept away into the security of early childhood, back to the time when all the stop signs were yellow and black, and a trip around the block was a year's voyage. Daddy's constant rocking motion was filling me with both desire and wisdom .... Not that I was interpreting it as that at the time ... but somehow it opened a whole new world to me, a new dimension that didn't depend upon simple words, or pictures, but was a blending of all the senses that gave me the most overwhelming feelings I'd ever had-ten times better than regular old balling had ever been.
"I wasn't even aware of when Daddy came... or even the start of mine. Just that somewhere in there, while I was tripping out behind this strong sex, I lost the ability to feel individual stimulus. The feel of his cock, his hands on my sides, the hot breath on the back of my neck ... all became one tremendous feeling, swept up by my own body's interpretation of the event. Hot waves came pounding in and washed me away with them, taking me farther and farther and farther away from the shore .... "When I woke up (I'd passed out underneath all of this), Daddy was standing over me with a washrag that he was trying to press against my face. Everything was sort of confusing at first, but gradually everything was coming back to me. Daddy had a real worried look on his face and even had tears in his eyes-a rare event for him. He was trying to console me about the incident ... guess he'd gotten the wrong idea about my passing out.
" 'Don't worry, princess,' he was saying, 'everything will be all right.' He only called me 'princess' when everything wasn't all right, when he was worried about my condition such as in an accident. 'I'll never do it again, sweetheart, I promise! Daddy didn't know that this would happen to you, honest.' " 'Kiss the boo-boo?' I laughed showing him it was O.K. and had to stop him or he would've kissed the boo-boo just as in the old days when I had a hurt. Couldn't see him doing it to my asshole though ... not Daddy. 'Hey, Daddy, don't worry. I just got so carried away by the whole scene that I came too hard or something. I want you to promise me that you will do it again. In fact, right now!' "Well, Daddy was relieved, even glad that we could do it again. He told me that he really preferred it this way-not so much from the pregnancy point of view, but from the way an asshole 'rides' as he put it. He said an asshole was tighter, thus giving his dick more friction and a better come. He was super stoked when he found out that I liked it better than pussy-fucking.
"I don't think we balled regular one time to every ten times we'd use the rear-entry position. So something that started out to be painful, turned out to be groovy. Makes me tend to stick with things more now-hoping it will turn out better in the end.
"The way Judy finally got involved with our scene was an accident. She walked right in on us and took us by surprise one evening last summer. She was supposed to be spending the night over at her friend Shelley's-which as it turned out was a cover for her to see a guy named John. Well, somehow John turned out to be a piker or some such crap, and Judy'd had an argument with him and split on him. Thus, she came home and found Daddy and me in a very compromising position on the couch. The reason we ball in the living room so much is so we can watch TV while we're resting in between fucks. We're all TV freaks-no not the kind that dress up in the opposite sex's clothing-television, the tube. Nothing like getting head while some kid's showing how he got fewer cavities on the tube .... A real space-age happening for all you folks out there in TeeVeeland.
"So we're going at it in our favorite way, Daddy pumping it to my ass, me bending over the coffee table with him crouched over me dog-style. We didn't even notice her arrival at first .... She came in so quiet and got real engrossed in what we were doing. Then whammo -I look up and there she is sitting in a chair in the corner, chomping on an apple, big old Cheshire cat smile on her face while she watches Daddy throw the meat into my hind end like there's no tomorrow.
"I practically shit ... and probably would've if I wouldn't have had a plug up my ass. I screamed, 'Daddy,' and he jerked up and saw her too. I've never felt a hard on go down that fast, but suddenly I felt it shrinking, unplugging my ass so that the strange hot mixture of come and shit and vaseline went sliding out, trickling down my hairy crack. , "Daddy jumped up, grabbing a towel that we keep handy to wipe ourselves off between balls when we get a marathon session like this one was supposed to be before the rude interruption, and sticking it in front of his organ. He walks over towards little sister, his face beet red, both from anger and humiliation-knowing Daddy it was mainly the latter since he hardly ever gets mad. But then these were really extenuating circumstances.
"But he didn't know what to say when he got over there to her, just began blurting around, stuttering like a schoolboy. I was quick getting into my clothes, my whole body blushing with shame. Luckily sister surprised us by her confession she then made ... easing the pressures on us considerably.
'"Relax-I'm a big girl now, Daddy. I'm hep that you were- into this for the last year. And you've probably been doing it longer. I'm no virgin myself....' "That kind of got to us, but I think it surprised Daddy even more. He even made a threatening gesture towards her, slipping into the proper(?) role of the outraged parent. But it passed quickly when she came to her own defense with: 'C'mon, Daddy, what do you think... I was born yesterday? And you've got room to talk?' "He really wasn't ready for the last statement. He fairly crumpled under the implication, retracing his steps over to the couch where he sat with a heavy thud and buried his face in his hands. It was the only time I was to see him question his morals .... The whole situation we were in, out in the open.
" 'Where have I gone wrong?' he moaned, near tears. He looked over to where Judy was sitting. 'Who was he?' was all he asked.
" 'Who was who?' my sister shot back. God, she can sure be snotty when she gets a mind to.
" 'The boy ... the boy who ... who showed you about ... about sex.' For a man as hep to sex as he was, it seemed rather ironic that he had such a difficult time talking about that subject.
" 'Not the boy, Daddy-many boys. I started when I was twelve, and I've been having it ever since. I've even debated with myself about tipping you off to the fact that I know what's been happening with you two for some time. But I didn't really know how to go about it ... how you'd react, so I just let it slide.
" 'Anyway, I'm almost fifteen, and Jo's almost seventeen, so why the beef? She was doing it when she was my age. I mean that's the way it is these days, Daddy. We know what's happening. So why the big deal? Why not just let me get in on some of the fun? It'd keep me off the streets and out of trouble anyway.' "Her little speech made both Daddy and me breathe easier. But it still took both of us a little while to adjust to the fact that she was getting to be a big girl now. We'd always thought of her as being such a baby ... had to protect her from the harsh realities of the world. You know the bit. She went on telling us about some of her own experiences. By the time she was telling us about how she used to make up the library bit to get out and see the guys, we were laughing along with her, openly voicing the possibilities of making this family affair into a threesome.
" 'I should spank you,' Daddy threatened her teasingly, noticeably relieved, and even acting as though he were ready to ball her on the spot.
" 'Sorry, I'm not into that. It's for little kids and masochists and I don't happen to fall into either category. I'm a big girl now, Daddykins,' she told him saltily, 'and I have to have real gentle treatment.' "She couldn't have been more plain about it ... really surprised us. She was actually much hepper than me when it came to knowing about her sexuality, since she'd had a much wider range of experience. We'd just have to test it out.
"Daddy sat there for a few more minutes, smoking a cigarette and shaking his head. 'Well, kiddo, welcome to the club,' he laughed, stubbing out his cigarette in an ashtray on the coffee table. 'Might as well shuck down and see just how much my little girl has learned from all these ... "happening" boys, as you call them.' Glancing over to me, he noticed that I'd started dressing. 'You too, sweets. We've barely started. I'll just throw this towel away, and you and your sister strip down and come over to papa. We'll see if we can work up some real family feeling!' "This had the promise of being a really unique experience. As my sister stripped down, I couldn't help but notice how much she'd developed in the past few months alone.... I never had boobs like that when I was her age. In fact, I still don't. Hers are good thirty-sixes. Of course, I saw her practically every day, but for some reason, probably since I'd always thought -of her as being a baby, I'd never really given her credit for the nice body she's got.
"Well, I got to watch the first part, so I settled myself down on the couch as Daddy invited Sis to crawl down beside him on the floor. This would be a brand-new experience for me, watching somebody else do it, so I vowed to myself that I'd try not to do any pussy-petting while I watched-didn't want to get too excited and ruin it for when it came my turn.
"But even as I watched Judy lie her trim body down next to Daddy's, I felt a strange stirring in my loins, anticipating the excitement to come. It sure looked strange, the way Daddy was now kissing my sister, running his hands wildly over her bare back and buttocks. I flashed on the fact that it must really look weird when I'm doing it with him. I felt just the slightest twinge of embarrassment for both of them as I sat there .... I mean, you don't have to twist a scene like that very far before it becomes laughable, even ludicrous, in nature. Not that I thought that very long ... just a quick flash like I get sometimes. For in no time at all, I. was taking it with the utmost of seriousness ... which is just about as serious as anyone can get. This is one thing you can't laugh off-not if you expect to get your rocks off.
"I was really getting engrossed by the whole scene unfolding before me. Daddy had now rolled over on top of Judy and was working her over, up and down her squirming body, with his long tongue. I felt kind of jealous-he didn't do that much anymore with me, but then I guess it was my own fault since I was always so eager to skip the preliminaries and get that big cock stuffed up my ass.
"When he'd come to her big titties he really had a field day, rolling them around with his hands and mouth, sucking on the nipples until they grew stiff. He really seemed all hung-up on them. Can't really blame him after the steady diet of mine. I caught myself comparing boobies with my little sister and for the first time reluctantly concluded that she was a winner in that category. Not that I'm any piker in that department ... after all I'm not exactly one of those Vogue models, you know.
"Once Daddy had finally played enough boobie games with sister, such as telephone the boobie, resting a head on one and talking to the other as if they were a telephone receiver (real original, huh?), he finally slid up to meet her eyes, arching his hindquarters up as if he were getting ready to sock the meat to her. And he was. He socked the meat to her, my sister helping him find her hole with his hand, her legs spread in the air to offer him wider access.
"Man, I still couldn't get over how hep my sister really was. She seemed like a seasoned hooker the way she was egging Daddy on. And she seemed to know a lot of things about sex I didn't know ... and I don't think Daddy did either, or he would've taught me about them. Like the loud cunt farts she made as he began plowing the meat to her. I can't make them even now that I know what they are. I just thought she was blowing regular old farts. But then, come to think of it, I know some things she doesn't, especially when it comes to taking it in the ass. She just won't sit still for it.
"She sure was a regular loudmouth when he balled her ... another thing that made me draw a quick comparison, made me blush when I thought of all the noises I made. But then my moans were just that-mostly groans, moans and other sound effects. I seldom voiced words, at least not as many as she did. She was a proverbial chatterbox, worse than a parrot, making very little sense with what she said. And her voice sounded so different, like a grown woman instead of the little girl voice we were so used to ... almost as frantic as a madwoman. And the things she said! I picked up most of my dirty vocabulary from her. I never used to talk like that. She picked it up from the gang at school.... Now I know why she was so much more popular than me. I kept pretty much to myself, so some of the words were new ones on me. Words like fuck,' and 'suck,' and "blow' and 'do it.' I mean, words like them licks just chinga me in the old chongas, if you know what I mean.
"Daddy was giving her the old what for by this time, his white; hair-covered ass bobbing in the breeze, Judy's thighs clamped tight around them. She could sure fuck from the looks of it, clawing at his back, biting at his ears, while her hips keep in unison with his, pounding so hard they raised off the floor on each stroke, their bellies making loud slapping noises as they met.
"Man, this was sure getting me all horny again. I caught myself with my finger on my clit, rubbing like all get out, as I watched the excitement below me. Just what I'd promised myself I wouldn't do. Yet every single time I'd chide myself for doing it and put my hand in my lap, sure enough-I'd get engrossed in what was happening ... next thing you know and there's my hand going after the snatch again. Well fuck this mess! It's just not hitting it at all.... I can't stand spectator sports. I'd just have to get in on the action somehow.
"With the old proverb about 'if can't lend a hand then get your ass out of here' in mind, I decided to put in my little contribution into humanity, moving down to the floor and crawling over on my hands and knees until I was beside Daddy and Judy. Apathetic no more, I tried to figure just how I'd go about joining in ... making my contribution. There were no available holes .... Well I spotted their mouths, but most of the time they were mashed together, making Judy's eyes even more glazed than they were. But even if there were an available orifice, it wouldn't do me much good since I had nothing to stuff in them. Oh, maybe a nipple, but that wouldn't go very far.
"No, I had to find something to stick into my hole ... only the best prospect for the task was occupied at the moment. Then I had it. His toe. No they were moving around too much. Wouldn't get very far with a toe job anyway. Ah, at last I figured a way I could make a contribution ... no matter how small it may be ... and small it was. Looking around, I spotted the jar of vaseline on the coffee table, so I scooted over to it, dipped my finger in and hooked a big gob. I don't think either one of them noticed what I was doing, but it didn't really matter since at least one of them would soon. Just had to do something to justify that itchy feeling inside my own snatch.
"Smearing the goo all over my right index finger, I dragged it over to the rest of my family, prepared for the battle. Without formality, I positioned myself above Daddy's churning buttocks, looking deep into the black, curly jungle of his cleft. Reaching down with my left hand, I spread the cheeks until I found the dark opening I was looking for....
" "That you, Jo Anne?' Seems like Daddy had noticed my presence.
" 'Well it sure ain't the Lone Ranger,' I replied wittily, shoving my finger into his surprised rectum, causing him to jump and shout. I have such a knocked-out sense of humor, people are always cracking up at the things I do.
"Seems like Daddy didn't mind a little horsing around in his ass from the way he wriggled it around my finger. He even seemed to spend just a little more time on his upward arch, holding his butt up for just a second longer before slamming down into my little sister. My\ action helped her out too, because when he'd arch his butt up like that, he'd roll his ass around a bit to try and get all the action out of my finger that he could. That way, he moved his cock around in little circular motions inside her pussy that made her talk almost twice as fast as before, and a couple of times she dragged her long nails hard across Daddy's back, leaving thin, four-pronged welts that rose above the white skin and challenged the growth of hairs for room.
"I really had to work to keep up with him. They were getting pretty close to coming off.... In fact I think she'd already started from the way she was panting and yelling, and they were going pretty fast, even with the slight pauses at the top of the downswing. I had to really move my arm fast to keep up with it, or else lose my finger. A couple of times when he was buried full-hilt, he clenched his butt-cheeks real hard and practically snapped my finger off.
"The smell of their sex was overwhelming my nostrils at this close range ... something I'd never really noticed that much when I was involved ... not until afterwards at any rate. It was a heady, rich aroma that only added to my horny condition. Even though I was now an active part of humanity, I was receiving little in the way of reciprocal trade at the time.
"But I was sooooo horny ... just couldn't wait. So I was right back where I started ... except that I now had a front-row seat and got to halfass participate. Only one thing to do. My left hand made a beeline for my pussy and began to pet to beat the band. When I found my clit, floating around in my sea of jello, I pinched at it real hard, making the juices really begin to flow.
"But this still wasn't as good as getting it in the ass. It'd do until the ship came in though. Daddy started coming about then and his reaction was so heavy that I had to quickly withdraw my finger lest it get bitten right off by the jaws of his ass. Man, does his butt go through funny spasms when he comes. As my finger popped out, he let out a big stinky fart that almost hit me between the eyes. I pulled back to let them bounce around on the floor, squeezing the life out of each other as they drained their juices into each other.
"I just sat there, my left hand rubbing sparks on my hot clit, sucking the shit-coated vaseline off my business finger with my mouth. Didn't taste bad .... The aroma made me all the more excited as it penetrated my nostrils from outside and inside.
"Things got all swimmy about then, I was coming to a come. I just leaned back and enjoyed my self-stimulation, sucking my finger dry as the juices started flowing from my tummy down below. I lost all track of reality for a brief moment, letting myself get carried away in my solo lust flight. And then ... ah, ah, AHHHHHHH ... I came.
"When I looked up, Daddy and Judy were lying there in a collapsed state: Judy on her back; Daddy leaning on his elbows. Both looked tired, but registered amusement as they looked at me, having just completed jacking off.
"There was only one thing I could say: " 'Well?' "I'm never at a loss for words.
"They took pity on me, telling me to come over and relax with them for a minute before I got my just dessert. Had to wait while Daddy prepared the dessert, though, and that would take about ten minutes or so, judging from his track record. It took eleven minutes-one cigarette and a little coaxing from his eldest daughter. His eldest daughter-that's me! What a coincidence, us being in the same room and all. Think of that!
"But before the short break was up, his eldest daughter, that being me again as my sister had yet to pass me in age (in fact she still hasn't), had engineered it so that she'd get it in the end ... just the way she'd always wanted it. She was so happy as she bent over the couch, her body stretched along the surface of it, her knees on the floor ... she could hardly contain herself. But she soon was to be contained by-or would be containing-a cock. In fact, as soon as Daddy had put a generous helping of vaseline on the head of his cock and had worked it manually until he had a big old erection, it was me who was containing the said cock. That's because I am the she referred to, but I'd better cut this shit out, this switching cases or else I'll miss out on the cock.
"At that very moment, I was very definitely containing that cock, and the part of me that housed this object was known as my asshole.
"And it did feel good. Let me make that perfectly clear-it felt just wonderful.
"And to top everything off, we had a side- show. Sister had straddled my shoulders on the top of the couch there ... her weight pressing down and adding to my joy. Remember how I said that I like feeling a lot of weight on me ... the way it made me feel bound, like I couldn't get away? Remember that? Well, then maybe you weren't paying attention!
"But her weight just added to my pleasure, it made me feel so helpless ... like I was impaled on a stake from behind and being squashed by an elephant on my shoulders and neck. Not that Judy is an elephant. She's got a perfect figure.
"But she wasn't sitting there just because she liked the view-no, she had ulterior motives. Not to mention a wet ass from her fuck with Daddy. She was there, friends and neighbors, because her greedy little cunt was going to receive some more attention, just like my greedy ass was receiving. To each her own. Only Daddy was attacking her other part with another object quite different from the one with which he was reaming me ... being that he had only one of those. Daddy, bent over my back so that his head fit nicely into her snatch, ate out sister's snatch with his tongue. To each his own.
"I couldn't see what was going on-all I could see was a little bit of Daddy when I craned my neck around, since sister's fat hips blocked my view. But I could hear what was going on.
" 'Slurp, gulp, scluuup.' "Not an exact re-creation ... you had to be there, but it should give you some idea.
"And sister with her: " 'Fuck, suck, do it, groooooovy....' "Every time Daddy hit a particularly good lick on her clit, or rammed his tongue real deep in her snatch ... whatever one does when one eats hair pie ... sometimes he'd do something that must've been extra special to Judy, because she'd yell real loud and bounce around on my neck and make me really feel her weight. Really great for me.
"What with the way her weight was shifting around, and with me moving my hinder parts to Daddy's screwing, my tits were rubbing hard against the rough material of the couch, mashed down flat as they were, making my nipples tingle with excitement.
"Man, oh man, I was getting half spaced with the way Daddy was socking it to my back hole, but soon I was fully spaced and heading for power space. That groovy first stage of pleasure-pain that I'd grown to love began to take over, making my guts go through spasmic contortions.
"I was babbling something almost as incoherent as Judy's irregular speech pattern ... maybe even worse since mine is a more primitive, barbaric growling. I was tearing at the upholstery of the couch frantically as my family did their respective numbers on me.
"I guess Daddy was really excited about the whole trip-having little sister in the fold now too, 'cause he was ramming that mother of his in me harder than ever before, his massive balls slapping wetly against my ass cheeks with each mighty thrust. I secretly wished that my hole could stretch even wider, so that just once my rectal tissues could get acquainted with his soft balls ... maybe even wide enough so that I could feel what a truck would feel like if it drove up there. I know that sounds silly, but I'm so anally oriented that I could really go crazy with a tank being driven up there; "By this time, my sister was really bucking around on top of me, causing Daddy to move some just trying to keep up with her movements. One of her hands grabbed at my head in an effort for her to keep better balance and snagged some of my hair painfully, but it only added to the total pleasure for me. By now I had gone into the stage where all feelings blend for me, all part of the whole.
"Poor Daddy, though. I don't know just how he was able to keep it all together. I mean with two major things like that happening at once- having to keep pace with his great cock in my bottom, and trying to eat out my sister at the same time, her writhing around like a stuck snake to boot. Well, I shouldn't really give him sympathy-I'm sure it's one of the neatest jobs he's ever had to do.
"I'll say one thing for him ... he never missed a beat in ramming it to my fanny, kept pumping 'er right in the old brown hole with as steady a beat as the Stones ever put behind one of their hits. And my sister would probably say the same thing for him ... the way she was reacting to his head job, she sure wasn't complaining about his efforts.
"But as all good things must come to an end so did this tale ... in my end ... that's where my tail is-I mean where this tale ended. Right at the end of Daddy's cock. I was trying my damndest to keep from coming ... but I was so far out there I wasn't even sure who I was. Just somewhere in the middle of a swirling whirlpool, harpooned at the end of a big one.... I could feel my sister already coming from the wet feeling on my back. I'm sure it was cool by the time it dripped down there, but it felt like dry ice it was so hot ... I mean the way my senses interpreted it. I was off into that thing I've been telling you about, remember? So all the things that happened externally got all twisted around by the time my brain got around to sorting it out for internal use. Or something like that-it's really hard for me to communicate just what that feeling does to me. But I can sure tell you that I'm always ready to feel it again any old time!
"But there I was ... hovering on the brink of forever-ever land when the explosion came inside ... triggered by my very own Daddy's come. Whew-what senses I had left in my cooked brain silently thanked Daddy for bringing me down ... like not a down trip, you understand, but kept me from flipping right out of my wig for good. I'm too young to die, just not ready for it.
"Like a little old girl like me can only stand just so much ecstasy ... and I'd gone far beyond the limits I'd ever experienced before .... Try to get higher the next time ... that way you've always got something to look forward td. So I was really busting my balls, as the expression goes, getting my rocks off real good when I'm talking about down. Not bummer down ... but good old funky, down-home, dirty, boogie-woogie down, as Judy would put it.
"So I'm just coming so hard that I faint... I do that a lot, don't I----Read too much of Shelley, I guess ... that fucker was always swooning. But when I get too far gone that's what happens. It's probably a protection valve to keep us from getting too far out like I was talking about before. Actually I don't faint that much ... I can only remember two or three other times be- sides the ones I told you about. After all, I wanted to tell you the best parts, the parts underlined, as they say, so that you wouldn't get caught in that old ho-hum everyday mediocre thing.
"It was probably the addition of Judy that had made everything be just too much for me... the news of what she was into was enough alone to floor me. Much less suck a good bugger job from Daddy. When I pass out like that, it's a groovy thing, don't get me wrong. Right before it happens, everything gets real bright, very intense ... and then I go swirling down into never-never land.
"That's all I can say except that I'm sure pissed at Judy for blowing the whole thing. I guess she really couldn't help it though, she didn't really mean it. The only thing that gets me through those dreadful sessions with my shrink, when he tries to redefine my character (which is just their way of putting it to you) and rechannel my ideas away from the incestuous paths, however, is by fantasizing that I'm with Daddy, and he has his cock up my ass, rocking me night-night."
CHAPTER THREE
Boys Will Be Girls
"What a drag my thirty-second birthday turned out to be ... and I do mean drag. I'd gotten to know so many drag queens in my recent history that it seemed like every queen in the Bay Area had shown to pay homage to the fact that I was another step closer to the grave. And they love to rub it in, those silly gooses. Oh, see how they are!
"Actually it would have been simply marvy if it had happened a couple of years ago ... back when my fascination with transvestites was at its zenith .... But now ... well, like so many other things in what was rapidly becoming my 'jaded past,' they were becoming passe. I'd had my fill of these mincing, bitchy shemales and was restless for something new.... No not their fault, really-mine. I just couldn't seem to find my 'thing' as they call it. It seemed like everything I'd strived for and wanted, that every goal I sought to achieve was only there so that once I had captured the prize I could choose to ignore it. The only fascination seemed to be in stalking the prey ... not in the meal. Oh, see how I am!
"It's not that I really have anything against drag queens-some of my best friends are transvestites-it's just that I was tired of the scene, tired of having to undress the prissy bastards only to be disappointed by their obvious maleness. And so many of them won't let you touch certain parts ... like especially areas where they've had to try harder to enjoy being a girl. Like where they tape their chest together in order to give the impression of cleavage.... Most of them won't let you touch them there. It's really hard to get a thing going when you have to tiptoe around; pussyfoot, as if you're in a China shop.
"So besides being a tribute to my birthday, I vowed this would be a farewell party to my drag friends ... a vow which I've lived up to incidentally. I hadn't met Vince by this time, so I was really cutting myself off. But I just couldn't picture myself growing old with this crowd. Especially since I had to do the pushing with them .... I had to give in to my real feelings. I wanted to take it in the ass myself.
"I suppose the drag bit was just my way of procrastinating, of easing my way into the gay world from straight society. I actually thought I was straight until I was twenty-five ... despite what my repeated failure with girls kept telling me. Oh, I performed admirably upon occasion, but that was the exception to the rule----I usually failed miserably. Upon these failures I would immediately rationalize the trouble away, blaming it on the girl. I never knew the real nature of my curious self until I picked up a drag queen in a bar in New York one night. I had no idea the she I thought I was getting was a male. Otherwise I wouldn't have had anything to do with it. But once we got to my room ... played the seduction game ... well, there was a cock there between her ... its ... his legs. It probably would have blown my mind an hour before ... but I was so sexed up that for some reason it only drove me on to perform in a manner I had never thought myself capable of. I really had been fooled by this ... had really thought this blond beauty to be a girl. You know it's an amazing thing the way some drag queens look. Many of them are better at being women than most women I knew.
"Needless to say, the event reshaped my life. I decided to burn the bridges, pulled up stakes and moved to San Francisco. But it was a couple, three years before I really got into the high drag society. And now after a few years of it I'd had enough.
"I now realized that it was I who wanted to take the feminine role, that I had just been cushioning my sensibilities from the shock that I was gay. And I was a passive gay.... I really wanted the cock I was shoving up some drag queen's ass to be put up mine.
"Not that I had the slightest desire to dress up in women's clothing myself ... not my bag. For me it would have been ludicrous anyway. I'd sure have to invest in some electrolysis to zap my beard for a starter. No I just enjoy the passive role, and with these people there just could be no way.
"But just for old times' sake, I paired off with Artie, or I should say 'Ann' as he-she likes to be known, and headed for my bedroom as the festivities were breaking up. On the street it'd be impossible to tell the difference between Artie and a girl. In fact he must get lots of looks by men thinking he's a girl... a real good-looker. Artie has the key features of femininity to start out with ... it'd probably have worked out better for him in the long run if he'd have been born a girl. He has a delicate face, high cheekbones that set off the deepest, most gorgeous eyes you've ever seen. He helps add to the mirage by careful use of makeup, eye liner, false eyelashes, lipstick, a wig ... one of several styles he owns. I can attest to the fact that most classy drag queens I know have better taste when it comes to cosmetics than most women I know.
"Artie also has an advantage over some of the less fortunate queens in that he is a very small man, maybe 5'6" in his stocking feet, with a small, slender frame that couldn't weigh more than 130 or so. What with shaving his legs, some tape, a little padding and he's in business ... outclassing even the best hookers I ever saw on Broadway. That ebony body of his attracts more construction workers than even John Lindsay. Fortunately for Artie, this is California, and so far the construction workers out here have been less physical in their demands than their eastern brothers. Man, if one of those guys ever picked up Artie and got him shucked down for the goodies, would he ever be surprised ... probably pissed, too.
"So this was to be farewell to Artie ... no big emotional thing, though. Drag queens are too hung on themselves to really form a deep relationship with anyone anyway. Oh, they can pre- tend-oh, can they ever. But mainly they are very fickle ... cattier than most women, so it just won't do to get hung on one. My relationship with Artie was strictly physical, as it was with the rest of them.
"With Artie, and many of my other drag friends, it was a session where his clothes remained on. It takes away from the skin-to-skin contact that can be so stimulating, but from a fetishistic standpoint it adds to the illusion, the desired effect being that you are supposed to believe you are performing with a woman. If the queens peeled off their garments the illusion would be rudely shattered.
"So Artie remained fully clothed-looking positively alluring in his yellow minidress. It contrasts so well with his dark skin ... my own personal favorite. He went to his knees the moment we entered the bedroom, intent on going after my cock, size queen that he is. I've got a fairly large one and the guys like Artie who are hung on such things go really Crazy for it. But as long as this was to be the last, I wanted it my way ... didn't feel like being eaten. I wanted a quickie ... wanted my cock in something a little more substantial than a mouth. Like his ass.
"He got a little bitchy when I told him that it was going to be a quickie, but I reminded him that there were plenty of other girls outside and that I could just as soon go get one of them. He reluctantly complied with my wishes, bending over the back of a large chair so that his buttocks were thrust up in the air, just the right angle for my cock.
"I was reminded of the reason why I had chosen Artie as I raised his dress and bunched it up on his back before slipping my fingers into the waistband of his wispy black panties and tugged them down, revealing a nice tight little ass ... like two black apples. He had the best behind of the bunch, his hips actually flaring out nearly as much as a woman's. Even though I was determined to concentrate on being the receptor on my future meetings, I wanted to preserve the illusion of balling a woman as long as I was still delving into the drag bag, so to speak.
"From a table next to the chair, I took my tube of KY jelly and greased my cock with it, pulling at it in a masturbatory motion to stiffen it for the task at hand. Then, without further ceremony, I placed my hands on the black hips, securing my victim, then pressed the head of my cock against his asshole.
"I didn't use my hand to guide it in, knowing that a few hard prods would make the tight ring of his anus begin to give. I really had to shove hard though, my shaft almost bending in two on a couple of thrusts, but finally the opening gave, allowing me to thrust in about three inches, my cock throbbing as it felt the mush of his tissues.
"Artie gave out a little gasp as I sunk my rod deeper into his ass, rending the tissues under my assault. I didn't move though-get into the regular in and out motion--just sank my cock to the base and let it stay put, throbbing against his prostate, driving him mad with the anticipation of wondering just when I'd start.
"Finally I did, pulling out slowly, almost to the very tip of my cock, then slammed in with all my might, my balls clapping mightily against his hard butt at the end of my long stroke. I wasn't going to fool around. Every stroke was faster than the one before, building our passions at an incredible rate. When I say quickie I mean it. I can last a long time if I want to, but the territory was so well covered from my point of view, becoming so mundane, that I wanted to satisfy my own lusts and get the hell out. To hell with anyone else, the way they felt. Of course, all that's changed since I fell for Vince.
"I just pumped away in that mushy ass of his as fast as my cock would take me, gripping his sides with cruel strength, using him like a receptacle for my waste. I could feel a tight hotness in my balls, as my jizz began to brew, readying for the expulsion. Sensing that I was near completion, I threw everything I had behind the next few strokes, really bruising that prostate of his, causing him to squirm with ecstasy. Just a couple more....
"Wham, thank you ma'am ... er sir. I was spilling my seed deep in his rectum, causing him to call out my name in his ecstasy. Or what he thought was my name. He thought I was Rudy. One of the things that pisses me off about these fickle fuckers. My name's not Rudy, it's Walter. I'm a cocksucker, work the South Bay beat .... "Anyway I came for the last time in a drag queen's ass. And I wasn't even savoring the situation that much. Enough ... it wasn't exactly all work, otherwise I'd never be able to get it up to do the job. There has to be some pleasure, somewhere when you come. It just didn't seem like enough to me, like I was missing out on something. And was I ever right. It took a real man like Vince to bring it out of me. And did he ever!"
Even though homosexuals are generally thought to be hung-up in the oral stage of development, there are many who are anally oriented such as Walter. Walter has a distinct advantage over many of his fellow gays, however, in the fact that he has a good understanding of his peculiarities, and has adjusted fairly well to the neurosis, for that is what homosexuality is. Not that it's that different from anyone living in this society-it's normal to be neurotic.
Both orality and anality have their biggest stronghold in the world of the homosexual. Anality is especially predominant among male homosexuals. They are forced to find alternatives for their obvious lack of a vaginal orifice. There is increasing evidence that many homosexuals, like so many sado-masochists, have been retarded in the anal stage of development Freud talked so much about.
It is unusual to find a homosexual who is so aware of his psychosomatic development, but perhaps because Walter was able to see the development so slowly, by degrees, he was better able to adapt to it than most. Since his affairs with the transvestites, he has found happiness with another man by the name of Vince. Here he was able to learn more about tactile, direct stimulation, and found it to be much more satisfactory than the more fetishistic mental state he previously became enmeshed in. Now he tends not to rationalize his behavior so much as formerly.
Homosexuality is fairly widespread among our society, with estimates being as high as 15-20% of the adult male population. Kinsey was careful to show differentiation between the practicing, almost exclusively homosexual man, and the many men who might have dabbled with it in their adolescence or, perhaps out of either curiosity or lack of available women, later on in their adult lives. He has a rating scale of one to six by which he classified men as being either strongly overt in their desires for homosexual contact, or less so, by gradual gradation until we reach the heterosexual category.
Kinsey's scale of heterosexual-homosexual factors as found in the male: 0-Exclusively heterosexual. 1-Predominantly heterosexual, only incidentally homosexual.
2-Predominantly heterosexual, but more than incidentally homosexual.
3-Equally heterosexual and homosexual (often referred to as bisexual, although the classification is not entirely generically correct).
4-Predominantly homosexual, but more than incidentally heterosexual. 5-Predominantly homosexual, but incidentally heterosexual. 6-Exclusively homosexual.
Because of the new abundance of information, and the militant organizations in the homophile community, homosexuality is now becoming more tolerated by society as a whole, even though there are those who openly show contempt for them. Traditionally, male homosexuals have had a much harder go of it than their sister lesbians, primarily due to the fact that men have always been cast in the role of aggressor in the functioning of society. Therefore a male who exhibits behavior that is deviant is thought of as being more a threat to the cogs of that society, while a woman who prefers other women was not considered a detriment to the natural flow and function of the system. Gradually, this attitude is giving way to a more liberal viewpoint that allows free sexual expression between consenting adults. Unfortunately, the laws are dragging far behind the enlightenment of the public.
Homosexuality is an acquired trait, despite the fact that many homosexuals themselves prefer to rationalize that they were born that way. It oftentimes develops as a result of a son's strong attachment to his mother-what Freud labels the Oedipus Complex, although all those males falling under the spell of this syndrome need not be homosexuals. A male child may well develop feminine traits because he identifies with his mother or sister and imitates them. Parents sometimes encourage such behavior, inverted identification with the opposite sex, not realizing the tragic possibilities. Many mothers are over-protective of their male children, making them into sissified "mama's boys." Often a basic feeling of inferiority is fostered by a mother who means well but sets off a trend of homosexuality that appears in his late adolescence or adult life.
There is a residue of the abnormal in all of us. If the libido reaches its highest goal of development, heterosexuality, then the individual may be regarded as "normal." However, if for various psychological reasons, the sexual instinct fails to mature properly, the person is more apt to seek a sexual gratification in keeping with his immature sexual development. For this reason the majority of psychiatrists consider homosexuals to be, by and large, neurotic. Of course there are those who find nothing wrong with such behavior. It all depends upon the ideas, and perhaps sexual tastes, of the psychiatrist.
These emotionally deprived individuals tend to view the opposite sex with fear. They are considered abnormal only in the sense that their sexual behavior represents a regression to childhood, an escape from the biological responsibilities assumed by heterosexual adults. In other aspects of their lives, such as their jobs, hobbies, etc. many homosexuals seem to be 'straighter' than the next guy.
Homosexuals tend to be quite narcissistic, and their gratifications seem best accomplished by onanistic means, where the sex partner is viewed merely as an object through which to achieve satisfaction, much like other fetishists such as sadomasochists. Their own pleasures must come first, irrespective of what others think about their conduct. Many have no scruples when it comes to their needs; these are the small minority who give the rest of the homophile population a bad name by such acts as seducing adolescents. An analysis of their methodology reveals their love for child's play, their liking for dressing differently, mimicking the opposite sex, and indulging in emotional tantrums. In groups, some analysts insist, they are prone to manifest symptoms characteristic of a neurotic child. Analysts refer to such behavior as "psychosexual infantilism." Many homosexuals have never been psychologically weaned from the bottle or nipple, hence the strong oral fixation. Still others encountered difficulty with toilet training and have strong anal fixations.
Such a fixation has Walter, even though he was into his thirties before he gave in to the desire. Many individuals fight to suppress such tendencies once they are aware of their presence. Not so with Walter. He sought; to adjust as best he could to the situation, especially once he settled with his latest lover, Vince. He tries as best he can to make his relationship seem normal, although there are some drawbacks, as he tells us here in his own words: "Having once again scuttled my life, I moved to Los Angeles to start again. I vowed to stay away from the dragstrip crowd of Hollywood Boulevard and kept my lights off and my doors locked on Halloween. I found a job almost immediately-no problem, since I am one of the best interior decorators in the business, even if I do say so myself.
"But I wasn't to really achieve the happiness I wanted, despite the fact that I was satisfied with my job, my new home and all, until I met Vince last year. Since then I haven't really come down. Life's been a dream since then.
"Of course, without benefit of matrimony (and that's really no defense these days) I have no way of insuring the fact that we will remain together throughout our lives, and there is always that fear in the back of my mind that he may leave me some day. After all, he's seven years younger, and such a handsome dog. But he's taught me how to throw away all the labels, all the fears that kept me from really enjoying my homosexual experiences to the fullest in the past. I now know that I can achieve great physical sensation with anyone I have real feelings for, if I just let myself relax and go with the natural flow of the body. But I'm sure the dimension of love adds a lot to the appreciation of orgasm, and I would have a great void in my life to fill if he left me. But I'm sure I could find someone else later ... time is a great healer. For now, I have to try and bury such thoughts and just enjoy the wonderful world of 'now' with my sweet Vince. "He's so strong!
"I met him at an auto race ... one of my old friends from New York races autos-not really driving them ... he hires drivers for his cars. And Vince was doing a photo story on my friend when we were out at the track that day. Vince is a photographer. A strong photographer.
"After my day at the races I was invited to join my old friend Phil and his party for dinner at the Blank Blank. Phil was one of the few old friends that I'd kept from my New York days, and I'd told him about my homosexual diversions even before I'd left. He's queer, too ... only for women unfortunately. Imagine, only a year older than me and he's been married three times already. He's fortunate that his father left him with a cool nine million, otherwise he'd never be able to afford the alimony.
"His current wife, a young silly thing, was as pretty as they come, and as empty as a parking lot at two in the morning ... window dressing. That's Phil-all show. I don't think she was a day over nineteen. But all the men in his party, some racing tycoons and old friends, just couldn't keep their eyes off her. My eyes were captured by something I considered much more attractive.
"And his eyes were looking me over pretty well too.
"Just one of those moments that is difficult to describe, but Vince and I just clicked the instant we'd met. I hadn't had a chance to see him up close at the track. When I was down in the pits, he'd been away getting some shots of other cars. And from the bleachers later on, I could barely make out the cars, as they spun around crazily and smokily, much less tell who was who down in the pits from that distance. But that night I was overwhelmed at this man.... I'd never seen such a guy.
"Just gorgeous-that's the only way I know how to describe him! About 6'2", eyes of blue ... steel blue that can gaze right through me sometimes. He's got the build of a fighter with the manners of a well-heeled gentleman. That's a rare combination in this day and age. Golden blond hair like the guys in the movies but no one in real life has ... right? Just knocked me off my feet.
"He was hip to the scene-gay, that is, from the way he was looking at me. We found a way for both of us to be excused so we could feel each other out, verbally of course, in the bar.
Over a scotch and water and a vodka martini, we unfolded our lives in front of each other ... the same old small talk, but maybe a little more to the point since we were checking each other out to see if we could swing later on.
"And did we ever! My place about midnight. I had never experienced total domination the way he was able to put me through-just wild! Not brutal domination-the good, gentle kind. For the first time in my life, I'd felt like I'd been through something meaningful ... didn't feel used or that I had used someone. And I'd never come so hard ... never had been used from the rear the way he used me. I was his for the asking. And the strange thing was, he was asking, so I must have made an equally good impression.
"Anyhow, after a few months of getting together infrequently for weekend 'quickies,' either in New York or L.A., he decided to move his operation out west so we could be together all the time. He was a free lance so it didn't really matter. In fact he'd actually be spending more time on the Coast since most of his recent contacts had been in California. Even before he met me he'd been considering the move.
"He moved right in with me ... we weren't fooling around by this time. We both knew we Were in love and we'd just have to face up to it like any man and his ... man. I had a really big home ... still do ... I'm paying enough for it. But we had more than enough room for the two of us.
"We get along so well, socially and in the sack, that it's really incredible. I can't even remember us ever having had a fight ... nothing serious anyway. I'll give you an idea of our typical love life. I guess what happened last night is as typical as any. Besides, the details would be fresher in my mind than something that happened, say, two months ago. The minute details are minor, they may change from one night to the next to give us some needed variety, but the end results are always the same-checking out A-O.K. in all departments.
"Last night Vince snuck up on me by surprise to get the evening going. I'd gotten home well before him ... he had a late shooting assignment, so I cleaned some vegetables for dinner, made myself a drink, then jumped in the shower for a quick fresher-upper. I didn't expect him for a good hour or hour an a half.
" 'Boo!' He practically scared the shit out of me. He'd come home early and looked for me ... heard the shower, crept in and shouted at me. I was all soaped up, my eyes closed tight ... just relaxed as hell in the steam and sharp needles of the shower when he came out of nowhere with that scary stuff. A person is about as vulnerable as he'll ever be when he's in the shower. I guess we all have that secret dread of being attacked in the shower when we're all naked and defenseless. Hitchcock's Psycho documented it pretty well I think .... So I regain my composure, dropping the soap I was lathering myself with. But this was no time to play 'drop the soap.' You know the bit, the straight cat in a shower in the navy .., scared to bend over and pick up the soap for fear some old timer'll grab him and drive him from behind?
"Anyway, to top it off, just as I was getting over the flash of fear, a numb pain in my foot takes over ... the soap had hit it. I pulled my foot up and grabbed it in pain, almost slipping as I hopped.
"'Bitch!' I screamed at him in my helpless rage ... lashing out more at the circumstances than him.
" 'Well, I was going to apologize ... get in there and make it up to you, but....' " 'Forgiven ... make it up to me!' As I said, we never really fight. My temper outburst was very short-lived. All I needed was the promise of his big hands working on me there in the shower to straighten the situation out.
" 'Don't forget the KY,' I reminded him. The cabinet door slammed just as I said it... he was a step ahead of me.
'"Hand me the brush!' Good thinking. So many times we forget to grease the brush up when we're in the shower ... we discovered it could be a lot of fun way back when. Like he might be giving me head and I want a little extra, so I'll have him ram the handle of the plastic bath brush up my ass. Feels great. But if he's forgotten to lube it up beforehand, and we're in some critical point in our action, it ruins everything to have to stop to go through all that. But I just can't stand them ungreased ... tears me a new asshole every time.
"As my blond Apollo stepped into the shower stall, bath brush in hand, I saw that he had applied a generous smear of the substance to his long, slim cock ... just in case he decided to stick that up my ass instead of the brush. We try not to plan out everything we're going to do when we start a sex session ... that way we go with whatever seems best at the time. A spontaneous session is always groovier, since there may be some nice surprises in store.
"We have a nice big shower stall with plenty of room for both of us. I lately installed a huge water heater, so we can stay in there almost forever, getting all the hot water we want. With the steam we add to the steam that results from the shower, our mirror gets pretty fogged-up, to say the least.
"First off he moved that muscular body close to me, hooked his arms around my waist to pull me close, then planted a wet kiss on my mouth that immediately got my blood flowing. Then he stepped closer to the spray to wet himself down, picked up the soap and began lathering up.
"I can nearly get it off just by watching him as he goes through the movements of any activity, his thick muscles flexing and unflexing throughout his body, wave after wave of rippling, well-coordinated flesh. The deep tan he always wears, split by the sharp band of white where his bikini trunks go, adds to the sculptured effect of his body, makes one think of bronze replicas of Greek and Roman statues. How fitting that homophile lovemaking is referred to as 'Greek' or 'Roman' arts.
" 'Greek' always has the added connotation, to me anyway, of taking it in the ass. And we all know how I feel about that-it's right up my alley!
"Once he was as well lathered as me, we both moved back under the spray to wash it off, aiding the process by rubbing motions of our hands. Only we weren't touching our own bodies. And then more soap ... we go for the more intimate areas, areas that get much cleaner, to our way of thinking, when done by the other member. For instance, I was washing out the crack of his buttocks now, making wonderful squishing sounds with the generous lather I was gooshing through the cleft. I paid special attention to his asshole, making sure it was free of any dingle-berries.
"And now he repaid me in kind, giving me a little extra since he knows that my universe centers around my anal area. He should know ... he's the one that taught me. He ends it all by plunging a pinky partway up... a promise of things to come ... like a preview of coming attractions. He'll wiggle it around a couple of times, just to tease me, before taking it out again and slapping me lightly on the ass as a signal for me to get it under the spray and rinsed off.
"And now we move to the front areas, doing our respective work simultaneously, missing no dirt on the center attraction as the skins are usually stretched taut over erect cocks. We have to be very careful when we do this or we'll come too soon. We've practically precluded the use of washcloths since the roughness against the sensitivity of our cockheads often caused us to ejaculate prematurely.
"But even our hands, testing the hardness of the other's excitability, caused the temperatures to rise ... in turn, of course, affecting the stiffness----Witness the old axiom: 'the heat of the meat determines the angle of the dangle,' or some such sport, I'm told.
"And from there, our personal hygiene was neglected ... we were just about finished up anyway. Our arms snaked around each other's backs, pulling our mouths close until our lips parted for the other's probing tongue. His was like a roadrunner-better yet, a lizard. It flitted throughout my mouth nervously, stopping on a dime to cut a right or left angle as the wriggling tip searched out some new area of my mouth, the ridges on the roof, under my tongue, over the teeth .... "My tongue did its best to contain his faster instrument, but as always he won the battle of the tongues. But then, that was the point... for him to win. Over poor little helpless old me.
"Our hands were slipping and sliding up and down our waterlogged bodies, the steady needles splaying off our shoulders, trickling in little rivulets down our backs and chests. The steam puffed by in a steady flow of patched clouds, adding to the humidity of our torsos as we pressed to one another. The steady hsssssss contained songs only we could hear.
"Now his hands, were kneading steadily at my buttocks, pinching the tender flesh into rippling rolls, bringing a slight, but pleasant, pain to them. His lips broke away from mine, trailing a thin string of transparent saliva, leaving my mouth with a sudden empty feeling. Pulling my own tongue back into its proper place did little to assuage the void left in the wake of his tongue's wet presence. But thoughts concerning that piece of flesh were cut short when it suddenly began licking the ultrasensitive flesh just below the ear.
"I, too, was working my hands over his body, paying special attention to the small of his back which I knew to be one of his most vulnerable spots. I tried to touch it as slightly as possible so as to effect something similar in nature to a tickling sensation, brushing my fingers lightly in a circular motion, skipping quickly from surface to the air just above it. It was pretty tricky to handle it since we were both moving around quite a bit, gyrating, from the thrills we were manipulating to each other's bodies, bracing against each other to keep from slipping to the floor of the slippery shower stall.
"But as our passions grew to greater and greater proportion, our heads swimming dizzily, it became increasingly difficult to maintain one's equilibrium. But Vince had sensed this a split second before me ... he always must, as he leads the action. Suddenly breaking the rhythm we had established, he reached up and pinched one of my nipples sharply as a signal that it was time to get on with more serious matters.
"He slipped down my body, his hands tight around my back for support as he did so, until he was positioned on his knees, prepared for worship at my altar ... or to suck my joint to be more to the point. And Walter does love to have his knob polished. Not as great as a cock in the ass, but then what do you want for free? ... All right, a buck ninety-five or whatever they get for these rags. But, of course, that would come later... at a rectum or asshole nearest me.
"I braced myself by placing my hands on his wide shoulders, balancing my weight between them and my feet. A great shudder shook my body as his curled tongue licked out gently at the soft skin of my lower belly, causing goose pimples to swell around the pores sprouting pubic hairs. I ran one of my hands up to twirl a finger in his golden hair. I squished water through it, giving him a mock shampoo as his mouth brought new fires to my loins, his tongue trailing wet kisses all over my lower belly.
"I massaged his bulging neck muscles, relaxing the strain caused by his rapid lingual movements, pressed my knees into his chest. I was getting quick hot flashes and knew I wouldn't be able to stand much longer ... had to get to the floor before he touched my cock with that mouth of his, otherwise I'd be collapsing.
"And finally I am sliding down his long body ... crumpling upon the floor next to him. He's not missing a beat with his mouth ... like a vacuum ... you can't get it away from your stomach----All wet here at the bottom of the shower ... still can smell feet and shower smells bubbling among the swirling waters that are pooling at the bottom of the stall.
"I adjust myself, try to come close to his own region, twist like a pretzel .... _Now he's getting the idea, laying out on his side. We both curl and tuck our bodies, both on our sides, facing one another. Hard to manipulate ... must scoot so you don't get stuck to the tiles .... Noises like big rubber farts as we bump around, trying to get position on each other's cocks.
"Yes, it's to be sixty-nine ... old reliable. Two can play this game sixty-nine . .. maybe with a bonus for my ass too .... But I see that the bath brush is still lying ignored propped in the corner, water beaded around the handle's greased sheath.
"At least it was within his reach ... maybe surprise me with it later when I'm not expecting it. The left side of my body is stuck to the tiles, my right exposed to the hard rain from the shower ... seeming somehow harder as they have fallen farther. Not as sharp as up close, but heavier. The water that misses us, splats up occasionally, hitting us in the mouth, an eye. We reach for each other ... to the more intimate areas.
"His hot mouth returns to my tummy, having been batted away, kept at bay during our period of readjustment. Now I am landing upon the surface of his stomach, near the navel, my lips cushioning the landing among the suddenly large, golden hairs, the almost p o r e l e s s smoothness of his belly ... a small step for .... "My tongue laps its way down to thicker, darker patches of jungle, until it is entangled with long, curly vines that catch at the teeth. I pull and tug at it, my right hand reaching down around the backs of his thighs, curled like mine, and tucked towards the upper torso to fit the confines of the shower. After a couple of particularly hard pulls which stretch a long strip of white flesh as the roots are pulled taut, he jumps, moaning a short response of approval.
"And then I feel my cock being captured between his lips, feel a sharp jet of air that zings me. Tentatively, I pop his larger shaft into my mouth, sucking just the head past the lips, between the teeth, where I roll it around, taking it about a half circle turn in one direction before the skin becomes too taut, then turning it the other, my chipped tooth at the bottom of my mouth making delightful contact with the tendermost underside of his cockhead, causing even longer moans to echo from his end of the shower stall floor.
"I felt his moans reverberate up and down the length of my shaft and went higher in the head ... higher into my sexual fantasyland ... gave out a long moan in return, making a brief chorus of hum jobs there on the reverberating, wet tiles.
"And now my hands grip hard at his buttocks, pulling myself into one final readjustment ... fixed position for the real show. I feel one hand at my back, another at my cock as he works it. And then I see that one of my hands is holding his cock, positioning it, stabilizing it for my mouth. And here I told you I had both hands on his buttocks. Must have some poor advisors, but at least we caught it before it went to press. My credibility is already showing enough of itself. But I'm sorry about that-it will probably happen again. Just let me make that perfectly clear.
"After rolling around his cock for a while, I take a bit of the shaft part way in my mouth, beginning a gentle sucking motion, alternately sucking and blowing, trying to ease the pressure of my puckered lips just enough on the insuck to suck just a bit more of his cock in. By now I had about two inches inside my mouth, going for another quarter inch on the present suck. Now I had enough to really work with, curling my tongue inside my mouth to lash at the tiny opening in his head, while I continued to suck and draw on the shaft, my hand pumping at the base, bumping bruises into his fat balls with my knuckles as I beat him off.
"He had captured almost all of my cock while I'm doing all this ... fucking his face with my member. He's much better than me when it comes to sucking a cock-no contest. But, of course, there's no complaints from me, as long as I don't hear a peep from him I'm not going to disturb the status quo and spill the applecart.
"Besides the other sounds of the shower, there was now a steady slurp slurp as we chowed down on our respective meals. Fruit salad. I had worked my way down as far as I'd be going ... I choke much past the five-inch mark, and Vince is one hung stud ... good eight and a half inches compared to my five and a half. But I don't complain. Like I've already said, a guy with a short cock stands that much better a chance of getting a complete job done on him, of having his partner take it all the way in his mouth. One guy I knew up in Frisco, he could take a horse's cock in his mouth. In fact, that's how he got his name ... Tony the Pony worked out on ponies. I mean, you don't expect him to be able to take one of these two-foot cocks of a full-grown horse in his mouth do you? He was able to control his gag reflexes, something I've never been able to master, so that he could stuff about a foot of cock down. I've got no idea how he did it, but I've seen him with my own eyes. And horse's cocks are fat too, have a large circumference.
I'd die, I'm sure!
"I was doing the best job I could, though. At least I seemed to be satisfying my Vince ... 'cause the next sound I heard made my heart go all pitty-pat in anticipation. He was going to reward me. Not missing a trick with his mouth, still pumping his pursed lips up and down my cock, his cheeks swollen from being so stuffed, he had fumbled around in the corner for the bath brush. I heard a clunk as he accidentally knocked it over ... hoped he hadn't knocked it from his grasp. Then I breathed a big sigh of relief as I heard him retrieve it. I felt the muscles in his lean body ripple as he .brought the brush over his head, destined for my asshole. The aforementioned object of the proposition was puckering and spitting in anticipation of the long-handled bath brush. Its past relationship with the brush had been fantastic, and it had no reason to expect anything less this time.
"I tried to work my ass positioning so that my cheeks were spread wide, but couldn't move too much since his mouth had such a clamp on my cock. It didn't matter since I was already sufficiently spread, aided by his massive hand that forced my cleft even wider apart.
"I jumped a bit when I felt the sharp point pierce my sphincter, causing Vince to involuntarily bite my cock ... only adding to my immense enjoyment of the situation. With a sharp slap, that echoed like a gunshot against the shower walls, reverberating against my ears, he warned me to hold still ... that the best was yet to come. But I really didn't need that reminder ... the time was here. The time is here.
"The initial burning passes as the tissues grow accustomed to the instrument of pleasure, rending its way up the shit-trail to blaze a path of delight to my guts. I feel tight and stuffed ... like too much pressure is building and I know that something will eventually have to give ... to explode from me to relieve the buildup.
That would be my come I'm referring to.
But I didn't want the delicious pressure to go too quickly, wanted to savor as much as I could stand, force myself to the breaking point before letting fly with my hot load of spunk. Or jizz, if you prefer. Or just plain come. The name doesn't matter. Cocksuckers for years have known that it's not how you say it, but how you suck it that counts. And Walter's Come has been known to the country's top cocksuckers for years as being a terrific blend of nature's choicest products, heated individually for you right before you eat it. Pick up a mouthful soon at the Walter nearest to you. You won't be sorry, folks, and you'll know why cocksuckers all over this country have been saying for years: 'If it's a Walter's, you'll eat it rawly.' Yes, friends, Sir Walter ... rawly. You'll never forgive yourself. But you can't have much of a sense of shame if you'll listen to crap like that.
"The preceding was a paid announcement from the Suck-A-Cock-For-Lunch Bunch ... no calories. And best of all... no babies!
"I wouldn't hold on long now. Disregarding any possible injury, I was bumping around like crazy. It felt like I was being sawed in half ... like a long, hot rope was being pulled through my guts like a large piece of dental floss. Back and forth, one end being pulled from my asshole, the other end coming out the tip of my cock.
"But Vince didn't let me off easy, he kept pumping with his sucking mouth; prodding with his pushing bath brush. I felt like I was being bruised in the prostrate, a dull ache began to engulf the entire middle of my body. I tried as best I could to concentrate on the cock I was sucking, but it was impossible to stay on one subject too long. I was being attacked on all fronts and loving every second of it. But it wouldn't last for long.
"Clutching his buttocks hard, I bobbed my head double time, hoping to bring his own orgasm in repayment for the way he'd brought me to the brink. He helped, jerking his hips clumsily, as best he could as he sometimes threw off the rhythm by sticking to the tiles, fucking my face fast and hard as we both made a run for the wire.
My guts were going through all sorts of contortions, controlled by his will, not mine. Everything began to swirl, and individual stimulus began to blank out, fading under the rising power of a total feeling that was sweeping me away from the world.
"The shower, the bath brush, our clamped bodies, our mouths filled with cock ... all combined to lift me in a brief flight away from the realities, swept me into one surreal whole that could never be explained. At the end, there was a moment when everything seemed to come together, flashed and built as I soared, then overflowed its boundaries, taking me with it, lightheaded as I crashed back.
"Slowly reality began to come back to me- the sharp sensations in my throbbing ass, the hot bullets of spunk from Vince's cock that were exploding in my face. And all I could do was lie there passively and accept it, as my own offering poured into his drooling mouth.
"Later on, after dinner, he took me again, just before we crawled into our big king-size bed. (Vince calls it queen-size in reference to me, but it is definitely bigger than that, let me make it clear.) He had me bend naked over the bed, my hands placed out on the mattress, my feet spread behind me, while he placed his big hands on my hips and stuffed my ass full of his big cock.
"No matter how good that bath brush feels, his cock always feels much better, probably because it feels so much more warm and human to me. He can really control the way he throws that cock around, pushing it in and out fast for a while, making my passageway hot and raw, then slowing down to a standstill, until my flesh moves slowly around it... so quiet that I can feel his heartbeat as it throbs to his cock, pounding on the tissues I have surrounded it with. And then he's away again, pumping his way out of my enslavement of his cock, punishing the tissues for daring to try such a thing.
"And finally he shoots a hot load of come up my rectum, filling me to the brim and touching off my own sperm that flies uncontrolled all over the bedspread ... our cleaning bill you just wouldn't believe! And then its beddy-bye, snuggled in his arms. As you can imagine, I never have trouble sleeping after a night like that. The best cure for insomnia is a good night's sleep anytime."
CHAPTER FOUR
Love Is a Pain in the Ass
"I'd resolved to give Lester a going-over he'd never forget this time. Even though we were on the road, away from our mansion where I have every instrument of torture I desire to use on my slave, I'd still be able to devise something to make him squirm. Besides, it was sometimes a refreshing thing to be away from home, especially since he spends almost all of his time in the hospital room. I suppose I'll have to fill in some of the details. After all, not everyone choose to spend most of their life in a hospital room ... especially if they're not sick. Lester's not sick.... Well, I suppose you might say that he's sick in the head. He just needs a nurse around all the time to take care of him.
"The way I met him was that he used to come to this hospital where I worked. I was head nurse of one of the wings. He always took a private room. He was loaded-rich, I mean ... still is or I wouldn't be around. Could have had all the beauties he wanted, but he goes for hefty girls like me."
(Note-Lester's wife Betty, who is giving this narrative, is 5'2" tall and weighs over 230 pounds-hefty is a mild euphemism.) "He'd never married, afraid women were after his money. Of course they were-I've had at least half of his property signed over to me. He doesn't work ... his father made a fortune in mining and Lester left it to the corporation to look after all business matters. We travel to different parts of the globe several times a year ... only time I can get him out of his hospital room. But I'm getting away from the point.
"He used to check into this exclusive private hospital a couple of times a year. I recognized that he was a hypochondriac right off, and realized that masochism underlies the problem. Only I don't think he was fully aware of what a / masochist he was ... masking the truth from himself through his hypochondria. When I found out that he was a millionaire I vowed that I'd find a way to make him more aware of his condition ... or at least play it so that he would relinquish control to me.
"He always complained of abdominal obstruction when he checked in, and we'd run him through all the tests ... barium treatments, GI series-the whole shot. Always comes up the same-nothing. But who's going to turn away such a good, willing customer.
"It was when I was giving him an enema one day that I noticed an erection and decided that he had an anal thing. I was very casual, collecting my information from him slowly, but I was able to gather that he'd been a sickly child and that his parents had hired a succession of nurses to look after him. Apparently one of the nurses realized that much of his illness was put-on, and would punish him by giving him enemas. And he got hung-up on them.
"Armed with this information, I proceeded to put my plan into action. He seemed to be attracted to me anyway-his childhood nurse had been hefty too. So I used my advantage wisely, playing around with him carefully until I seized the opportunity to seduce him one day ... dominating him completely in the bargain. Being that he'd hidden behind his shyness for fear of women for so long, he was completely taken by me, and asked me to be his bride. We set up headquarters in his mansion the next week. My plan had worked. No longer did he have to go to the hospital to suffer in half-truths. Now he could get all the abuse he wanted with no pretensions, no pulled punches, right at home. We'd equipped his bedroom as if it were a hospital room ... more about the details of that later.
"One other thing I think I should mention before continuing that was interesting to me at any rate. We were both born on the same day, in the same hospital (not the one I worked in, but one over three hundred miles from our present home) within an hour of each other. That way I couldn't help but feel that he was born to serve me. He'd arrived something like ten minutes after me. The funny thing is that we never met until adults. We were both thirty-three when we married four years ago. Yes, to top it off, we got married on our birthday. I thought I'd throw it in to show you 'True Cuntfession' type fans who go for that shit that I have some feelings of sentiment in me. After all, you won't see much of it from here on in. I'm sentimental about things like that... dates, buildings, bus fumes and the like. But not about Lester. Let's get back to the part where he's about to get his, shall we? The fucking worm deserves some pounding about now.
"When we're traveling, this time to England where kinkiness began, and we have to travel light, I usually simplify my routine with Lester, wanting to get away from the hospital atmosphere of home for a while. At home, it's always the hospital bit. I'd like a little more variety, but he does have control over just how I control him. For now anyway. He has the loot so it's up to him how he wants to get his lumps/bumps/thumps.
"I run the road show, because I don't really like to fool around with all the objectry he does ... it's mainly his thing after all. I do enjoy my sadistic mistreatment of him, but I believe I could do without men for the rest of my life. I'm just hanging around for the time his hypochondria turns into reality, serious reality-like when he dies and I get all the loot.
"So I just want to do it and get it over with whenever possible. In the hotel that night, I just tied him down with some light restraint straps I fashioned from rawhide thongs for traveling. The hospital type that we use at home are too heavy and bulky for traveling. I tie him spread-eagle to the bed with the thongs, his butt elevated by a couple of pillows so that it's arched just right for my purposes. Then I gag him since we are, after all, in a hotel ... mustn't let his screams attract undo attention. I have one of those ball and strap gags ... the ball forced into his mouth and held in place by the strap. No way anything but muffled groans can get past it.
"Telling Lester what a filthy, dumb shit he is-this part is easy for me and there's no acting necessary-I pick up my riding crop and go over to the bed. I tell him that he's going to be whipped as I strap on a dildo in anticipation of what will follow our session. Of course, both of us are nude for this session, although at home I have to go through the whole routine with the nurse outfit. Picking up the crop, a nice supple one, I deliver the first stroke, getting plenty of wrist behind it to give it just the right snap as it draws a line of red fire across his jiggling, fat buttocks. If you think I'm hefty, you should see him ... tops three hundred. Hope he gets it with a heart attack. I encourage him to stuff his guts when he eats ... and keep my fingers crossed. Someday .... "By this time, I've drawn several dozen weals across his smarting butt, a couple of them broken and bleeding. I'm fairly casual about this part, usually smoking a cigarette while I'm doing this. By now he's going through all sorts of strange spasms with each stroke, his back and legs straining at the bonds in a vain effort to free himself. I end it off with a couple of real hard cuts: Whuittt-whuittt! That always brings a moan, screams if the gag isn't on. Then I throw the crop down and move down to the bed, straddling his tortured thighs. If I've still got a cigarette, I might mash it out on his ass, trying to find the area that has been the most tortured ... a place where the skin has broken, to grind it out. Or maybe I'll just stick the butt up his ass, laughing as I listen to his moans and watch the crazy spasms ... hear the sizzle of flesh, the smell of burning humanity ... all very exciting, I'm sure.
"Not bothering With any lube this time, I ram that fat plastic dildo right into him, adjusting the strap just right to the desired angle. This really is tops! Shows just how inferior men are. I don't bother to ease it in gradually. There is a lot of resistance getting it past his sphincter muscle without the lubrication, but once I push past it, I tear all the tissue that is stupid enough to be in my way until I've got that cock in clear up to the hilt.
"I make like a big man and really sock it to his behind, pumping my hips with all the weight I can muster behind them. Most of the time I can't wait for later ... like to get a head job from him or something. (I never, never allow my slave to put his nasty thing in my wonderful cunny.) So I'll just reach down around the dildo and put my hand up against my clit and rub it off while I pound it to him.
Self-gratification is the best way anyway ... if a man is all you've got as an alternative. In fact, women aren't all that great to diddle with either. I just prefer me ... saves a hell of a lot of bother. I just pump him until blood is oozing from his tortured rear, or until I come - whatever's first. And that's our way of doing it in a hotel room ... or anyplace you don't want to make a lot of noise and arouse the suspicions of others."
Most everyone has experienced the minor forms of sado-masochism at one time or another. It is hardly surprising since we all have a degree of it to contend with as an ancestral throwback to the laws of the jungle. But most confine even the mildest forms to things that will arouse their partners without harming them. The love bite, given in the heat of passion, is one such example. But there are many who overflow the bounds of good sense, who must place themselves on the very brink of death and severe humiliation to seek release. These are the sadomasochistic.
The masochist enjoys receiving pain, the sadist in applying it although the phenomenon of both is often apparent in the same individual. That is to say that someone who gives the pain one minute may enjoy receiving it the next.
Even among those who are strictly the dominant partner, the primary gratification is believed to derive from an empathetic feeling stirred within them that associates with the pain being experienced by the person whom they are punishing.
Among those who are anally oriented, the rate of sadomasochism is extremely high, nearly as high as the incidence of homosexuality. There is something inherently masochistic about having one's anus violated, to say nothing of the fact that the type of stimulation is generally one of painful origins ... that strange area of pleasure-pain so hungrily sought by the masochist.
Hypochondria has long been felt to be an outward manifestation of underlying masochism. From the early writings of Stekel and Krafft-Ebing to the present, researchers have filled countless files attesting to this allegation. Both hypochondria and masochism deal with a bizarre fascination for suffering and death, but masochism may be somewhat the more honest expression, if somewhat less safe than hiding behind the illusion of hypochondria.
But to call masochism "truthful" would be a gross distortion; it is only relatively so. It is more open as it deals more intimately with the sexual libido. However sadomasochism is primarily a fetishistic deviation. That is to say, some sort of object, either real or imagined, stands between the individual and sexual possession of another individual. Some psychologists have felt that this phenomenon (fetishism) is similar to the homosexual's dilemma, that it is the fear (on the part of a male) of possessing one's mother that drives the person to put barriers (the fetish) between him and that mother ... in the case of the homosexual, a male, the fetishist, perhaps a shoe or some other object not normally associated with sex. This function relies heavily on guilt, a common item in Christian countries, with their religion founded upon sin and guilt.
In the case of Lester, we have a blending of the two, since he for so long masked his masochism behind the veil of hypochondria. His love of anality also ties in, making him an all-around athlete, a triple threat in the field of sadomasochism. Listen as his wife resumes her narrative, and judge for yourself what the proper limits of lust are, limits that are often surpassed, by the bizarre antics of this unusual pair.
"Before describing Lester's hospital-style room, let me read you a list on the bare walls ... a list I call the The Commandments of Slavery,' a tribute to my dominance over my hapless husband:
"1. Thou shalt place no other woman above me, nor shall you ever imagine, in your deepest fantasies, making love to another woman, or even serving at her feet.
2. You shall always make available to your mistress any part of your body, any orifice, for whatever pleasures your mistress desires of it at whatever time it may be.
3. You shall, under the pain of punishment, never utter a sound unless your mistress deems it proper.
4. At all times when you are away from my presence you shall be still in awe of me. The Golden Ring will be your reminder, wherever you may go, of your enslavement to me.
5. Unless otherwise told, or in. a state of bondage, slumber or any other state that would prevent me from doing so, you shall bow to your mistress whenever she enters the room and offer to kiss her feet should she so desire it.
6. You shall not begin any activity, whether it be eating, bathing or any other function, without first asking the permission of me, your ruler. Even when not in my direct presence, you will remember to ask my blessings before undertaking any such activity.
7. You shall never seek to gratify yourself by your own hand, nor shall you be permitted to have an orgasm when engaged in any form of sexual activity I desire, until verbal permission has been given by me.
8. When in the company of others, you shall refrain from conversation except when absolutely necessary, and then only for completing the purposes of that dialogue. Never should you offer any opinion upon any subject as a slave has no opinions-his must be the same as those of his mistress.
9. No smoking.
10. All of the above.
"I should clear up a couple of these, such as the 'no smoking.' I hate it and have made him quit. I smoke a lot. I just can't afford him the pleasure. Besides, it is in keeping with my hospital rules.
"The Golden Ring is a specialty I recently added. Just in case we are ever separated .... Like I take a couple of quick vacations every year just to get away from him and get some rest. So I had a little operation done, had his left testicle pierced and a small golden ring put in there. It's just at the base of his sac, not really painful, but just enough to let him be constantly aware of his servitude to me. He's probably never really able to get totally comfortable with it on. Ingenious. Of course, he's comfortable when he's not comfortable, crazy fool that he is.
"The hospital room. His bedroom is adjacent to mine in our lovely mansion. All the bedrooms are extremely large with the exception of his. His is about the size of a small hospital room. Originally the room was designed to be some sort of reading room, anteroom or something that opens off my bedroom. The contrast between the two is amazing.
"My bedroom contains what the grounds around such a stately abode promise ... elegance and room. I have my own fireplace, oriental tapestries, a large four-poster bed, a color television ... everything to make it comfortable.
But his looks just like a hospital room ... plain light-green walls, with only a picture of me and my commandments on the wall. And we've equipped it specially ... got the things through a hospital supply company. No problem at all to get them. All you need, like with everything else in this country, is money.
"We have a regular hospital bed, an electric one that adjusts to all the positions. I especially like to elevate just the middle and have him lie over it face down for his whippings. It elevates his butt just right. Then there's a bedside table, reading lamp, one of the tables that rolls over the bed for eating, etc.... Well, just everything you might find in a typical hospital room. I even have a TV (black and white) placed on a shelf high on the wall opposite his bed ... just like the big-time hospitals, the way Lester loves it.
"He spends practically all his time there when we're at home and Rita and I tend to him as though we are nurses there. Rita is actually one of our maids who happens to share a passion for cruelty like my own, only mine exceeds hers by some degree. She is allowed to punish him whenever I am away ... and upon several occasions has assisted me with his discipline when I'm at home. However, she dislikes the extremes, leaving those up to me.
"It's a pretty good job for her, since she doesn't have to do all the housework like my other maids. I also have a butler and a cook, and they all know about my husband's peculiarities, although none of them take an active hand in carrying out any part of the fantasy.
"Both Rita and I wear white, highly starched nurse's uniforms, complete with cap. I sometimes grow tired of it, discarding it for more comfortable attire, but Rita is required to wear hers at all times when on duty. We run the room like a regular hospital, making him do all his business in bed just as if he were bedridden. He takes his meals there, is washed there by Rita ... just about everything but pissing and shitting. There's a small bathroom off the room that he can use. Otherwise he must stay in the bed. Not that I'm always there to see he stays in... he goes by the rules that he's laid down for himself pretty good. I'm just a hired hand in lots of ways ... a person paid to enforce the rules. Only I'm taking an active interest in my job, and seeing to it that I'm handsomely rewarded for my efforts in that direction.
"The reason he's allowed bathroom privileges is that, we save bedpans and urinals aside as a special treat. He comes when he shits .... That's because he gets an enema when he has sex. Or vice versa ... I'm not sure of the order of things in Lester's little world. Neither Rita nor I like the idea of cleaning bedpans, so we leave that all up to him ... let him clean up his own shit. I've even built a small autoclave into his bathroom to serve this purpose.
"Every morning he is served breakfast, and then Rita takes care of the regular nursing duties such as checking his temperature (rectally to give him just a little thrill and to give him something to think about until the next enema), changing his water, his sheets (I use rubber sheets since he's always making so many messes), and all the other duties that nurses perform in a hospital.
He must follow a regular routine, even down to having visitors. He has very few, but they must follow regular visiting hours. He thinks he's pulling his accountant's leg, thinks that the accountant believes he is sick, but I've actually clued John in. He had his suspicions already when he found he had to visit him at certain times just like in a hospital. John thinks Lester is nuts, and he's probably right. But as long as Lester's corporation continues to pay him a cool fifty-thou a year, he's not going to make any complaints.
"I also make him take a nap in the afternoon, and submit to whatever inspections I might decide upon. We also have a strict rule that the lights go out at ten ... and that means the TV too. Of course, this doesn't apply to me. I often go out after tucking him in, or spend the night in my room watching TV or reading. And if I catch him with his set on he's in for real trouble. I think if I were Lester I'd spend all my life asleep, or as much of it as possible. I certainly wouldn't want to live by the rules that he imposes upon himself.
"Now I'll tell you about what happens on a typical time when he's punished ... which happens maybe once or twice a week.
"Listen: "I enter the room, carrying everything I need for his humiliation, balancing the smaller items in a bedpan. I've already had Rita tie him down with the large leather restraining straps that they use on mental patients and the like.
He is lying face down, the center of the bed cranked up to form a pyramid-Lester's fat tail at the very top, awaiting anything I may want to do to him.
"The railings are down-the only time I leave them up is at night when the lights go out. I go over to the bedside table and deposit the items I am carrying. It will be a severe session tonight as I am not exactly in the best of humors.
"The starch of my crisp, white uniform crinkles as I move ... the only noise as I am wearing crepe-sole nurse's shoes to complete the illusion of hospital sterility. I seat myself in a bedside chair, causing more crinkling sounds, crossing my legs that are covered by white stockings. Everything is done to make the hospital scene seem authentic.
"I take one of the surgical hoses with me ... the heavy kind used for such things as catheters and. so on, and slap it against the palm of my hand once, twice-hard and loud to let him savor the sound, knowing the dread it brings to his heart. He knows that very soon even louder sounds will come from that rubber hosing, as it cracks across his bare butt. I really love surgical tubing for whipping a man. I'm surprised that more people don't make whips out of them. They come in all sizes, cut to any length. I use the larger ones singly as I intend to do tonight, but the smaller ones can be tied to a handle of some sort to make a perfectly delightful cat-of-nine tails, one of my favorite implements I use on Lester. The hosing is very flexible, so that with the correct wrist snap it can be made to go very fast .... Result: larger welts than with a regular whip. They really sting like the dickens!
"After tapping the impromptu whip for awhile, building Lester to the proper pitch of terror, I rise and stand next to the bed, lecturing him: " 'Now, Lester ... as head nurse of this ward I'll have to warn you ... the next time ... the very next time this happens, this shameful, disrespectful ... childishly despicable act of wetting your bed .... Well, I'm afraid you know we've totally gone overboard in giving you chances. So the next time it's a lobotomy for you .... Then you'll not give us more trouble.
You'll barely be able to know your alive .... ' "I rant on, throwing out threats. Threats though they are, I sometimes think some of the imagined horrors I promise for the next time---- After all, with masochism it is the delay that is the key, the anticipation of pain becomes much more terrible than the actuality once it arrives .... Now where was I? Oh, yes-horrors real and imagined. Well, sometimes I think one of those things should be taken to the actuality stage----Maybe once I get him to sign a few more policies over to my name .... Just wishful thinking.
"He is sufficiently terrorized by this time-by the time I am telling him of just how he's going to be punished. '... so as a reminder to you of the dire fate that lies in store for you, should you be so foolish as to commit this ridiculous transgression again I shall have to whip you severely ... and I can only hope that this will make you mend your ways.' "So doing, I raise my arm masterfully, the heavy piece of tubing, approximately three and a half feet in length, over my head, holding the position for what must be to poor Lester an incredibly long time, and then ... illustrate my lecture by suiting action to words, bringing the strap slashing down, applying the expert flip of the wrist just the moment before contact and - ziiiiing - a line of fire is drawn across his huddling fat ass, and the whip rebounds smartly after planting the kiss of pain.
"Another delay .... And he hears the whrrrrrr just a split second before the whuiiiiittttt as it beats his attempt to clench up his cheeks in vain attempts to ward off the lash. But even if he had given the most superhuman effort to dodge the blow, the restraining straps at his hands and feet, the heavy strap fastened around his waist, would not allow him to move the slightest from the burning sting of the whip.
"The second red line brought the first moan from him ... and also started the chicken in him flowing. He began his pitiful whine----I never gag him at home except for a mild change of , pace. We don't have any neighbors within hearing distance and I do so love to hear him beg and implore me for mercy as I flay his behind off.
" 'Aeeeeee-please don't ... you know I can't .... ' "Whrrrrrrr-whuiiiitttt!
"He jumped as far as he could-about an inch -as I laid an extra hard one across the base of his buttocks, the tip curling around his hip to place a round beesting there.
" 'Owwwwoooowwwwwoooo.... No no no ... I'm s-s-soreeemomeeee!' He was crying now, snot flowing freely from his plump red nose like a tiny schoolboy's. What a baby. It disgusted me so much that I laid on even harder, drowning out his cries for mercy with my own demanding banter: " 'So you would ask for mercy, would you? Well, here's some for you....' "I brought down one, two, three rapid-fire zingers that drew welts across existing ones. The hole behind was swollen and flaming red by this time, large dark weals, some of them getting pulpy and purplish in hue standing out from the relief of the less-savage background.
"Such a bad, bad, bad little boy. I'm ashamed of you, crying like a little crybaby. Here's something to cry about for you.' Ziiiing ziiiiiiing! 'And this .... ' Whhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrr huiiiiiiittttttttt!
"And on and on we went, me punctuating my little lecture with sharp strokes to his battered rear ... him playing a discordant harmony with his cries, sobs, pleas for mercy. But I had no intentions of letting up .... After all, he'd had only half a whipping ... only forty lashes or so. There wasn't even any blood by this time .... And I'm certainly not about to see a good rubber sheet go to waste without having a little blood to justify its usage. For truly we didn't have him go to all the trouble of peeing in his bed each time just for purposes of dramatics. We had quite enough 'method acting' as it was now .... What could be more true realism than the flow of real blood? So I said, 'As you know, worm, there's more to come ... but I'll just let you think about that for a bit.' "For it was time for my favorite television program. Leaving my welted husband sobbing, tied in place, I cast my makeshift whip aside, and for a half hour escaped the way I really can dig it, watching that wonderful kiddie show MC who just got busted for Child molestation and is now running for president of the local PTA. Oh, I love the man. I couldn't restrain myself ... lifted my skirts, lowered my panties and diddled myself off.
"I sat there for five minutes after coming, trying to regain my composure. You can't be convincingly dominant after you've just come. Besides, the anticipation of the last part of the whipping was probably driving Lester mad with fear. The last part is always the worst as I am sure to open his old wounds in the process.
"When I finally am ready, I regain my stately manner and stride regally back into Lester's room, being greeted by the dying sobs that still remain in his throat, muffled by the pillow his face is buried in.
"In only seconds he is crying more loudly than ever-squeezing out more tears than he'd ever thought possible as I resume the whipping of his naked hindquarters. This time there will be little ceremony. I don't even say a word as I bring the lash down to let it speak for me. For I am whipping him at a much faster rate, bringing at least one stroke down every five seconds. I put every ounce of my strength in it and, baby, if you don't believe it, that's a lot of ounces. My arm tires fairly quickly in this rapid-fire manner, but it's worth it for the terrible intensified pain he must suffer during the highly concentrated period of whipping.
"His screams now sound like that of a crazy man, hoarse and high-pitched as he is in terrible pain.... I can't even make out the crazy words he is yelling, so mad is he in his pain.
" 'Wowow-baaaaayaaayaaabeeeeeee!' Really out of it ... like really crazy, man. And now large droplets of his blood spray up as the whip cuts into the devastated flesh, cutting through the welts, bruises and gore, slicing it into a pulpy mass .... My kind of fun.
"And I am one to do it my way.
"After about forty new stripes have been added to his bloody tail, I tell him to brace himself for the last two-in a firm tone that tells him exactly my mood, and exactly what he can expect. But he's too delirious with pain ... having too much fun, if you can believe that. For every time I whip him this hard, he comes all over the place. He's crying while he comes too ... really la weirdo guy. I'm. sure glad I'm not that way ... I'm proud to be a straight, decent U.S. citizen.
"His buttocks must now be disengaged from his brains. That's the only way I can figure how he can stand so much. Must be a button that clicks on there sometime during the whipping that gives him so much pleasure that he can counter the pain. Somebody do that to me-why, it'd piss me off to say the least.
"And it's a: whhhhhmrrrr-whuiiiittttttttt! Anda: whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr- whuiiiiiiiiiittttttttttttt! ... keeping my promise to him, especially on the last one that lands with such impact that a few droplets of blood splash onto my dress.
"Whew-what a disaster area. I let him sob for a few minutes, while I try to massage some strength back into my numb right arm. But I'd rather have a sore right arm than an ass that looks like that.
"Being a good nursie, I go over to the bedside table and get out one of my goodies, a bottle of isopropyl alcohol-190-proof variety. No germs on my Lester. Not after I pour the entire contents of the bottle on his ass, bringing a scream that you wouldn't believe ... the worst kind of scream ... a silent scream, done with just the breath as the vocal cords are all screamed out.
"As usual, piker that he is, Lester passes out at this stage of the proceedings. The last pain of the sharp, biting alcohol directly into the wounds is too much for even his sensibilities. Off into dream land ... thinking of dungeons and whips and iron maidens ... whatever pain people like him think about.
"But at least I prevent infection this way. As I cover the area with a soothing salve, the blood drying on the sheet beneath him, I decide he's had enough trouble-that he won't get the catheter tonight.
"I guess I'm thinking about it since I'm on the subject of infection prevention. One has to go through a great deal of bother to insert a catheter ... for a bladder infection is hard to combat these days.
"For those of you not familiar with a catheter ... it is used on comatose patients or other patients who cannot control the functions of the bladder. One inserts a tube, similar to the one I had just used on Lester's rear, only smaller in diameter, into the penis of the male patient... sort of a painful thing to him. Of course, all equipment is sterilized. Even I must wear sterilized gloves to put it in and I am practically as germ-free as any human being will ever get.
"Anyway, once the end of the tube reaches the bladder, one injects the tube with a needle full of air ... I should say that the syringe is full of air, and the needle goes into the tube ... the same setup doctors use to give shots to boys and girls ... remember, we learned about that yesterday?
"Now why, one might ask, would anyone shoot air up a tube that's in a guy's bladder?
"My answer: Because we're weird.
"But really, the major concern is to fill the ball at the end of the tube with air.... Aha, you don't remember the ball? Well, you just weren't paying attention when we pulled down the chart, showing you students a diagram of the catheter. At the tip is a ball that you fill with a few cc's of air. This is harmless, though a little discomforting, and prevents the tube from slipping out.
"Done for medical purposes, the other end of the tube is run into a plastic bag that catches the droplets of urine it drains from the bladder. Done my way it can be a painful addition to Lester's enemas. For old weird Lester gets another come for the night when I give him his extra-special treat, an enema!
"I'm sure that's just what most of you folks out there have always been wanting.
"Because this is certainly what Lester is wanting!
"But I already know that. That's why I contemplate suicide so much ... Lester's suicide, of course. Some day I'll get up enough guts and see just how far I can extend my range of influence over him ... see if I can implant that idea in his head.
"Or maybe I can get him to go all the way. By that I mean this: If he can go from hypochondria to masochism, then maybe I can get him to go gay. It's always been my contention that masochism is just a cover for a deeper fear -that of going gay. Soooooo if I can get him to attend one of the meetings of the Gay Liberation Front .... Which is, of course, merely the radical left offshoot, the anterior faction, of the conservative, better known Gay Liberation Back....
"My massage is wakening my Lester from his pain-induced unconsciousness. He is moaning, but from experience I know that it's a moan of pleasure, which isn't altogether different from one of pain with Lester ... at least to the untrained ear.
"I untied his bond, reversing him on the bed -having first flattened the bed somewhat with the electric controls. Once having him painfully turn over, his battered buttocks sticking to the rubber sheet gore, I re-tied him in the spread-eagle position, the only difference being that he was now face up. I removed the strap from his middle as it would no longer be necessary. In fact it would have been a hindrance, as I need him to be somewhat mobile in this position ... at least so that he can move enough for me to slide the bedpan under his ass.
"Propping the bed up just slightly, so that his head is elevated a bit, I now take the silver throne and place his lowness upon it,- lifting his. body by placing one arm under his back while I slide the bedpan underneath his torn buttocks. When those shredded cheeks of his touch that ice-cold bedpan you should see the expression on his face. He tries his damndest to suppress his outrage, but always manages to let out a few moans of agony at this point in the proceedings. One thing about Lester ... he suffers well.
But there ain't much of a market for martyrs these days, McGee, not at my house anyhow.
"Irritated that he'd come around so fast from the brutal whipping, I'm vowing he'll be sorry when I give the enema to him. The thought of using the catheter enters my mind again; but, no, too much trouble for me to go through.
"I bring the enema kit over, setting the stand close to the edge of the bed and leaving for a second. For one needs a lot of nice hot soapy water to give a good enema. No Fleet's enemas for fat Lester ... not my big Mo Lester. Those little nozzles on those disposable enemas are too small to do his big ass any good. And they don't contain enough solution to unstop a flea. We like a nice long hose that I can ram far up into his rectum ... and especially the hot soapy suds that really cause a man to get himself cleaned out. At least that's what Lester tells me. It's his tank, I'm just pumping the gas.
"I hang the bag onto the stand, fastening a clamp on the tubing. I take the tip of the anal catheter and smear a small gob of surgical lubricant, KY, on it. My god, I'm really becoming a humanitarian in my old age! I hardly ever put KY on anything that goes up his ass makes it too easy for him.
"Oh, well, might as well let him get a different sensation tonight. I'll lull him with the soft sell of the tube, then fill him with more suds than he's ever been able to handle. That'll fix his tube for him.
"Leaning over him, I spread his legs as far as possible. Making sure his shitter is over the throne, I plunge the hard tip of the enema hose into his rectum, not waiting for his ring to adjust, tearing some flesh on the way in. He squirmed crazily and I saw his cock begin to rise again, strange little cuckoo that it is. What a weird bird you have, fat Lester.
"Observing the rise that Lester was getting from all this made me mad.... I balled up my fist and punched him right in the nuts ... cock turned soft ... face turned blue, but his cock went soft.
"What pissed me off like that was the fact that I'd forgotten to put a rubber over his cock. Blood on the sheets I don't mind. But I won't stand for having him spoil our linen with his filthy sperm-or spermatozoa, if you will. I had originally planned on the catheter, so my change of plans in midstream had thrown me off. Making sure that the tube was far enough up his rectum, I left him high and dry while I went over to his cabinet and removed a prophylactic from his drawer.
"I ripped off the paper in a huff, still pissed at myself for not remembering. At least I have someone to take my pain out on. Just when grief starts building up in me, a little voice goes 'bing' inside my head and it goes: "Control yourself 'Sure you've got a headache.
'But why take it out on yourself!
'Not when there's him around.' "But I was still a little mad and let the creep know it as I stretched the rubber over his limp cock, snapping it at the bottom when I'd rolled it down, tugging at his pubes hard with my fingers for a little extra emphasis.
"Now I began working the tube in and out of his ass, bumping and bruising his prostate good for him. He was squirming around in pain in no time at all. I undamped the hose and let fly with the first dose of solution----He really jumped around now. I'd put in practically boiling water and it hadn't had time to cool off much.
"I listened as the suds gurgled around in his guts, watched his pecker rise again, encased in the restricting rubber sheath. Then I let fly with another dose ... let it flow several long seconds before clamping it off ... watch the worm wriggle around again.... And then comes this -B-B-B-R-R-Raaaaaaaapppppppppp that fizzles at the end, but the gas had held big promise. That's Lester for you, not even a big shit. Promises to be big shit, but turns out to be a fizzled-out fart.
"Some of the juices are expelled, mixed a murky brown with some of his shit. I cram that hose up a little farther, pinching at the cheeks of his ripped ass on my way out, tugging at a couple of stray pubic hairs, bringing a few gasps from Lester's blubbery lips.
"Now I let out a big bunch of water ... more than I can remember him ever getting at one time. I warn him to hold it for as long as he can ... it's a gas to watch his face contort as he struggles. He really likes having his ass stuffed, whether it be artificial cock or bilge water. He was really fighting to hold the brew down, his face puffing out all livid red and ugly. Even in its present condition of ruin, his ass was less ugly than his face.
"Finally he could hold it no more and- RRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP... BREEEEEEPEEEEE ... BRAAAAPPPPP! The shit had hit the fan, or I should say, pan.
"It came in uncontrollable quantities, but I was determined to cut it off.... He'd almost shit out the enema tube; but I reached down, not caring about the shit on my hands, since I was more interested in really giving him an assful. He still expelled some of the mixture to relieve the tremendous pressure in his guts, one sharp stream of escaping fluids singing a ringing song as it rimmed off the tin bedpan. But I'd stopped him before the major load got out.
"His face was now turning purple, his stomach going through spasms as it fought to expel the fluid, but I undamped that mother one more time, forcing the remaining fluid into his already swollen rectum. I had to work fast or he'd explode on me.
"Climbing up on the bed, keeping my hand on the tube to keep the big explosion from coming, I positioned myself on my knees next to him. I worked myself to a squatting position by pulling my feet up under me and sitting back on them. I timed it just right, watching his face go almost black from trying to hold back the load ... the biggest load he'd ever have. But, incredibly enough, his cock was hard and throbbing, probably ready to explode about the same time his ass would.
"I let go of the hose, and as soon as I did, jumped as high as I possibly could, coming down with my heels full-force on his stomach. The double groan was something I'd like to have on tape ... a pitiful one from his mouth and another loud, tearing one from his ass. I jumped once more, bouncing all my weight on his rumpled belly ... the juices had all blown out on the first try anyway.
"Most of it'd blown by the bedpan ... the bed was a real mess now with the soapy shit joining the blood. I'd have to have Rita clean it up since I'd put Lester out of condition, I'd never heard him moan in such a helpless manner.
Just to show him that I still cared, I leaned over his gasping face and smeared onto his blubbery lips the shit I'd gotten all over my hands when I'd tried to hold back the flow. And he liked it very much, smacking his lips in an almost automatic fashion, his tongue flicking out between moans to catch anything he'd missed.
"I left him moaning ... time for another of my favorite TV shows. It sure is getting to be boring around this place. This was one of the mildest sessions we'd had in quite a while. I guess what they say about marriage is true ... after the first year or so the glamour goes out of it. Then you end up in the everyday drag ... the old ho-hum boredom of life----The same way it's getting with me and Lester."
CHAPTER FIVE
Back Door Man
"Woman that made me what I am today- back door man-well she don't live so far from my own back door. Like next door. In fact, her son Bobby was a good partner of mine before he went off to fight the war or whatever the fuck they're doing over there in Nam. Nothing like fucking your best buddy's mother. Only thing that beats it is giving it to her in the ass when you do it. I did it. But that's just because she asked me to.
"Bobby is a couple of years older than me. I've got a couple of years before I have to sweat that draft bullshit... haven't even finished my last year of high school yet. But I'll be fucked, man, if I'm gonna go to Nam the way Bobby did. Especially the way he left his mom unprotected. Man, he'd freak out for sure if he was hip to the fact that I'd been balling his old lady.
"It just happened like two months ago-right at the start of summer vacation. The economy's so fucked I couldn't even find a job for the summer---- Actually that's just the scam I shine on my old man. That way I can get him to shell out and I can cool my ass for the summer not having to hassle a fucking job. Like I've already got wheels, so why the fuck would I need a job? From the bread my old man lays on me I'm able to keep solid financially. I buy dope with the shit he gives me, lay in what I need for myself and sell the rest. I might turn a little profit, but usually I just sell enough to pay for what I smoke. Or drop. Whatever.
"The old man's a widower and my older sister is married and living in Illinois. So I've got the run of the house during the day. Nights I go over and lean on Sue-she's my chick ... fine little split-tail. Her folks are split on a vacation and she talked them into letting her stay here. Oh, her older sister Sally's supposed to keep an eye on her, but they've both got their parents snowed ... both of them being heavy doners. So she's out doing her thing, leaving me and Sue to the house. Outa sight!
"More on that shit later. Dig-I'll rap on you about how I got into a scene with Mrs. Potts. Check that ... ain't it weird? Like I still call her 'Mrs. Potts' instead of June. But I've gotten so used to that all my life that I just can't change it. Even though I've had my cock up her ass about eight or nine times so far this summer.
"She's always been teasing me ... playing grabass and all. Her old man is dead. Like me and Bobby used to have a joke about fixing our parents up so that we would be brothers. But no dice-they're as different as Dickie Nixon and Mousie Dung. But she's always tickling at me and all.
"So one day I'm putzing around over there ... sorta hung-up since my wheels were laid up at the shop for a couple of days. And I'd just smoked my last roach ... not in front of her. Like parents are down on weed ... at least Bobby's mom and my old man. But we've just always shined it on. Good thing we've never been busted or it would've blown our gig ... just telling them that we tried it once and didn't dig it. Shine it on .... Parents will always think it's the other guy's kids that are causing the ruckus.
"So I go over there sort of in a bad mood because of the no-wheels, no-dope blues ... and shit-I walk right into Mrs. Potts bareassed. Like I was just coming to her back door, and it was open ... just the screen between us ... going to knock on the door, dig and rap on her. But like she'd been in the shower and heard the phone ring and had come out to the kitchen to answer it.
"Well it never got answered. Because she saw me looking at her and just froze there ... two more rings and whoever it was hung up. Man, she had a pretty decent bod for a forty-year-old chick. I was really surprised ... you don't usually dig your best friend's mom as being all that together as far as sex goes. But she checked out O.K. and the places where she sagged just intrigued me that much more, since I was used to seeing skinny, sleek foxes like Sue. The water that glistened in the rays of the morning sun did far-out things to her bod too. All in all a groovy experience.
"I was sort of embarrassed, but I was frozen there too. I really didn't know what to say. But I didn't say anything. Half expected her to come out and slap me. But instead she smiles real wide and comes and opens the door, telling me to come on in.
"Well, to make it short, she sits me down and, not even making any effort to hide her nud- ity, starts laying this rap on me, trying, to check me out. Like I said, she'd joked around in the past with both me and Bobby about sex ... but always safe stuff, nothing anyone'd take seriously. But as she told me about some of her old sexual escapades-god knows why, man-she's making an impression on me ... and my cock's making an impression on my pants, it's swelling up so bad from looking at her naked bod this long.
"She starts questioning me, promising not to come down on me ... so I start out slow ... don't want to spill my guts until I'm sure of this scene. Well, it all seemed strange. Probably strange to her since I was younger even than her son. I mean I didn't think she viewed me that way. But I don't say too much-just enough to let her know that I know the score. They never really believe us for some reason when we tell them how young we are when we start having sex .... Doesn't seem strange to me.
What seems strange is how long their generation waited-at least to hear them tell it. I've been getting it ever since I was twelve. So that's five years.
"But I'd never got it the way I was going to get it that day.
"She starts hinting around at different things ... asking me funny questions about things I wasn't so sure of.... But I finally see that she's getting at the fact that she wants to try me on for size ... only in a different way than I'm used to it, 'cause she keeps asking me if I've ever put my thing' as she calls it up a girl's ass.
"No I haven't, Mrs. Potts.
"That blew my mind. And she's hinting around ... shining it on ... playing the game ... about how I can't be knowing as much as I think I do if I haven't had my cock up an asshole. Then she says that I must not be so much if I haven't been into it, starting to tease me. That's about the time she did the farthest-out thing anyone over thirty's ever done with me. She says that she dares me to try and put it to her asshole, offering me some goop that she brings from the bathroom with her and telling me to shuck off my pants and smear some on my cock if I'm any kind of man. Then she bends over the kitchen table, spreading her ass wide apart ... the best beaver shot of all time, her damp sex hanging there below her asshole, a pouch covered with fine hair.
"I can't turn down a challenge like that. Suddenly I'm not viewing her as Mrs. Potts anymore, but like any other dumb cunt. Before I know it, I'm stripped down, goop all over my hard cock as I push in from behind, and .... "I never knew what I'd been missing. Much better than regular pussy ... and pussy's good. But this is outa this world.
"I'm so glad all this has happened, 'cause my life's really been changed since she turned me onto it. Sinking my cock in and put of that nice, tight hole-tighter than a ten-year-old's cunt. I reached around her and clamped my hands under her belly, noticing how much looser her skin was than some young chick's like Sue. Her tits were heavier, floppier. But they were still fun to play with, batting them back and forth with my hands as I pumped my meat into her tight hole.
"Remember that song the Doors had out a few years ago ... Back Door Man. Like they copped it from this old spade dude named Willie Dixon. Well, what the subject is about as far as I can see is just what I'm doing. Sneaking in the back door after the old man's gone to the office. And giving it to the chick in the back door to top it off.
"I mean what about some of the rest of the lyrics ... like the thing about getting a blow job ... head ... 'eating more chicken than any man....' Far out!
"And I can tell you that the back door is the only way for me now. I've pumped it to old lady Potts a few more times and hope for some more. Mind-blowing chick my best buddy's mom has turned out to be. I'm almost tempted to turn her onto pot, but I won't.
"Just as long as she lets me throw my pole in her hole every now and again, we'll have a real nice understanding.
"And what more can a dude ask?"
The fact that a seventeen-year-old boy is so sophisticated in his sexual knowledge may still shock a member of the older generation, but the plain fact is, in this age of multimedia and vast informational output, kids today know more about sex at the age of thirteen than their parents probably did at sixteen or seventeen. This can vary, especially west of the Rockies, but in general it is true.
That a young man experiments as much as Alex does, with both drugs and sex, may be alarming to some, but a kid who is unaware of the things going on around him, in a changing and dangerous world, stands a lesser chance of survival than the cunning, hip kids like Alex. As long as Alex keeps the drugs down to moderation. There's the risk that he may end on a oneway trip.
Experimentation is the key word with kids today and their approach to sex. Acts judged by many of their elders to be sodomy are openly practiced with a shrug of the shoulders, oral sex forms perhaps the most popular deviation from normal intercourse. But the more esoteric areas of sexuality are not overlooked either, even if, as in the case of Alex, they must be learned from a more experienced adult. Such things as sado-masochism, fetishism, and, yes, anality are tried by many ... and not a few end up practicing what they learn again and again, not content with just the old meat-and-potatoes variety of sex.
Anality is not by any means the most popular form of sexual expression among the young, but those who do go for it seem to become disciples of it rather than casual users. These are more than likely individuals who were strongly fixated in the anal stage anyway. For the individual who enjoys analism is likely to come to prefer it over regular intercourse once they have adjusted to its peculiarities.
An article in a recent issue of Screw Magazine, itself a by-product of the new underground culture of the young libertarians, gives the first-hand account of a young woman who relies exclusively upon anality as a ] means of sexual gratification. Some researchers are beginning to report, on the West Coast, many cases of venereal infections located in the rectum ... and not anywhere near an insignificant minority were heterosexual contacts; that is, the girl registered the infection. That alone should attest to the popularity of anality among the young.
Reasons for anality are still wide-ranging. Much pro and con has been written since Freud brought the subject up. One interesting possibility is given by Desmond Morris in his best seller, The Naked Ape. He equates the fleshy protuberances known as buttocks with the woman's mammary glands, noting that in normal environmental conditions one of the first impressions of the infant is in snuggling close to the security of the warm fleshy mammaries and suckling, giving rise to oral pleasure. He cites the fact that the buttocks are round and fleshy as a reason that that area is also a primary erogenous zone, the red fullness being reminiscent to the child as he progresses from oral to anal. Little wonder that some individuals stop growing here, just as many more stop at the oral stage. In addition, the buttocks are close to the gonads, and come into constant manipulation during sex play.
But perhaps the best way to learn of a person's fixations are through first-hand accounts, so we continue as Alex tells of his growing fascination with the rectum.
"Dig it-this is the scene: "I'm on the couch in Sue's pad ... I'm sunk about six inches into her soft, furry little box ... a box that's almost as good as her asshole. Not quite. But the trouble is in getting this dense chick to believe in the old up-the-ass routine.
Even though we're steadies, she's been giving me a hard time ever since I tried to slip one up her ass a few weeks ago. And she wasn't going for it-made me pull that sucker out quicker than shit, crying that it hurt too much. With a glop of vaseline, it still hurts.
"Even though we're communicating pretty heavy now-me sawing away steadily at her fine cunt-we've been having lots of rifts the past few weeks because I want her to at least try and dig taking it in the ass. But now her dumb-cuntedness is really showing ... stupid fifteen-year-old chicks are always so backwards. Won't even give it a try though. I mean, how's somebody supposed to grow, to go through changes, if they're not willing to take a chance? If she was half as groovy about this as she is about taking drugs-and she'll drop anything anyone hands her-then at least she'd be harassed about it. Dumb cunt, no-assed cunt.
"But she really has a fine ass. And here I'm having to get all my super nookie off a forty-year-old broad. Not that I'm holding it against Mrs. Potts, but I wish she hadn't turned me on to this in a way ... then I wouldn't be having such a hassle with Sue. But I really don't mean that. I mean this anal shit is the greatest number in the world. I'm just getting pretty torqued about Sue's not coming across. I mean, if it's so terrific with old Mrs. Potts and her flabby ass, just think how outa sight it would be with a sleek split-tail like Suzie. It blows the mind.
"But here I am, trying with all my might to keep things cool between us, giving her her jollies as I pump my cock harder into her. Her long black hair is twined around one of my shoulders as I stuff the pork to her, our mouths biting at each other's necks. Her pussy feels good against my pounding prickhead, but it is not enough ... doesn't give me the friction that an ass does. It's too smooth, almost velvety- her pussy that is. It's tighter than a lot of girls' -I'll give her credit for that. She does a lot of exercises for dance and she has really good control of her abdominal muscles. She can practically make that snatch of hers talk the way it snaps at your cock when she's working those belly muscles. But still not quite as tight as the natural contractions of the sphincter, and the tissues aren't tacky enough. A guy has to get some kind of grip.
"But I'm trying my damndest to give her a good time. I wish she'd give me some consideration. Shit-I was giving her the best poling she'd ever had, and yet she's getting so up-tight about the asshole thing ... threatened never to see me if I ever tried it again.
"I'm hoping that she's close now-my guts have got to spill their load pretty quick. I push my feet against the arm of the couch for lever- age and really start to pump hard and fast as a signal to her that she'd better get it together if she's thinking about coming in the near future. She responds, moving her long legs just a bit higher on my back, rocking her hips faster as she slips into high gear along with me. She meets my every move perfectly, her hands even keeping rhythm as they paw at my back. Her breasts, nipples hard against my chest, roll underneath me, hard at the points but surrounded by a sea of foamy softness....
"And now I'm spilling my hot nuts into her pussy, pumping as fast and hard as my cock will last ... which ain't so very long in a pussy. Once I shoot into a pussy it's all over for me. Can't never get it up again ... not for a few minutes anyway. But in an asshole-what with the way the sticky surfaces trap your cock like gum-well, I can shoot a load and reload in a minute.
"But now Sue's thrashing her head from side to side, calling out my name ... 'Alex, oh Alex.' The reason: she's coming. And a broad's brains are between their legs. That's why she thinks she loves me now. If she really loved me, she'd let me stick my cock up her ass and have a little fun of my own.
"Much later: "After mucho grass, some really dynamite shit I'd scored from Bobby-he'd sent it from Nam ... Yeah, everybody over there's fighting on weed.... Wonder they haven't massacred all the villages. So he's been sending me some of that Vietnamese weed which is really some heavy shit. So me and the little lady are stoned out of our gourds.
"We're sitting there completely zonked and digging the Stones. We've also got her color (her Daddy's) TV on, but with the sound down so we can dig the stereo. I look over to where she's lying on the couch-still nude-and feel myself getting stiff again. That trim bod of hers is such a knockout. I gaze down below her firm belly to the thick thatch of pubic hair that looks even blacker and even bigger against the whiteness of her thin body.
"I decide that maybe if I butter her up I can con her into taking it in the ass. I know I'm obsessed with it, but what the fuck? Goddamn you Mrs. Potts for showing me something this groovy that nobody else but you and me dig. Should be some kinda law....
"But the best way to butter up Sue is to give her head. So I slip down to the floor and crawl over to her, craning my neck up to get close to her snatch.
" 'Would you like me to eat your box?' " 'Well, thank you ... good idea.' "Have to be formal, don't want to come on crude. She spreads her legs, lifting them so that she can straddle them over my shoulders .... She's sitting up now, you see. Me-I'm kneeling on my knees on the floor in front of her, my head closing in on her snatch.
"A word about eating snatch: "Suck.
"Some more words are these: you can really get to a chick's heart by eating her snatch. At least that's what I hoped. I'm not crazy about giving head ... got nothing against it, but it just doesn't turn me on that much either. I'd rather get head .... That's about equal to fucking a pussy for me, but of course it too has now taken a backseat to the back door as far as I'm concerned.
"But the main purpose of eating a snatch, whether you get it up from doing it or not, is to give pleasure to the chick. Concentrate on the clit-forget all about trying to ram your tongue up their snatch unless you've got a foot-long mother or some such shit. Your little tongue won't do much good up there-it'd get lost. Nose around at the top of the groove and get after that clit. Take it between your teeth and roll it around until it gets nice and hard. Suck on it while you run your hands up and down her thighs ... over her belly. Blow gently on it, then suck it between your lips hard, give it all you've got. Don't stop until the girl is coming.
"I didn't stop until she'd come all over my face.
"That's what I did all right. "Then I asked her to bend over and take it in the ass.
"Coming out of her post-climactic slump she hit me a good one across the face ... first time she'd ever done that to me.
" 'You asshole-I thought I told you never to talk about that again,' she said, getting up to go to the bathroom and leaving me confused and pissed.
"All that effort of giving her head ... down the drain .... "So a word about eating snatch. "It sucks.
"Some more words about it are these: you can still really get to a chick's heart by eating her snatch. But watch out when you get there .... Don't bite into that ventricle just yet. Her heart may be made of stone-just like my girl Sue's is.
"I was highly irritated about the slap she'd given me. I mean all I'd done was ask. She didn't have to be so shitty about it. But there was something on the tube that caught my attention, something that made me forget my disappointing standoff with my girl... I went over and shut off the stereo, turned up the volume of the tube and sat down in front of it.
"Orson Welles was on a talk show and he was really laying down this heavy rap. I watched it for a few moments until a commercial came on, then went back over to the couch and got the vial of grass off the coffee table. I rolled another joint, went back over to the tube and sat down again. The commercials were still going. I began flipping the dial and then ... pay dirt, something even better than before. A W. C. Fields movie. I started cracking up.
"About this time Sue comes out of the bathroom, glaring at me as she walks past, her pussy all wiped clean. She goes over to the stereo and turns it up full-blast when the next record drops ... really trying to get on my nerves-she's just blotted out a punchline.
"Hey you fucking cunt ... can't you see I'm watching something?' She was really trying to get a rise out of me. I dig music, but not when I'm into something else.
" 'What could be heavier than the Stones?' she threw at me in her coldest voice.
"I gestured angrily at the screen. 'Well there was Orson Wells ... and now W. C. Fields.' " 'You're gonna tell me that they're heavier than the Stones?' '"I just did!' I shot back with finality. But she didn't want it to end there. I was really fed up and I pushed the button on the set hard, making it turn into a fading light in the center that rapidly diminished to nothing.
" 'I've had fucking enough of you,' I screamed. 'I'm getting my dope and splitting.' I scrambled to my feet, went over to the couch and got my stash and made for the door. I o p e n e d it abruptly, stepped outside into the cool air and then slammed it behind me hard.
"A few seconds later, a subdued version of my former self, I reluctantly pressed the doorbell of Sue's house, shivering and hoping she'd hurry.
"She jerked the door open, already hip to my stupid move, laughing openly and contemptuously in my face, making me burn again.
" 'Looking for these?' she asked, tossing some clothes at me.
"I'd forgotten to dress.
"Kicking the clothes back indoors, I pushed my way past her and went over to the couch and sat down, my face red with embarrassment and anger.
" 'Well, hit the road, fella. I thought you were long gone?' "She was really pissing me off. No, I didn't want to split-I really dig the chick. But she was really pushing it. I had to assert myself if I ever would. I had to have my cock up her ass ... then if she didn't like it, fine. That'd be curtains. But I just had to do it. It couldn't keep on the way it had been recently.
" 'I'll show you "long gone," ' I yelled when she came walking past me. I reached out and tripped her with my feet as she came by, forcing her over my lap as I repositioned myself on the couch. She really went crazy, trying to fight me by scratching at me, or to kick-anything to get away.
" 'What are you doing-have you flipped?'"
"'I'll show you what flip means,' I promised, forcing one of her arms behind her in a hammer-lock and applying pressure. She changed her tune in one hurry, pleading with me not to hurt her.
"But the position was one I should have taken a long time ago. And her still-nude ass was inviting me to do something that'd probably never been done.
"Keeping a good deal of pressure on that arm, rendering her pretty much helpless, I raised my right hand and brought it down with a resounding smack. And then the other cheek ... smack!
" 'Yeoowwwww. Alex, have you gone crazy? Even my own father never spanked me.' She was truly indignant about the whole situation.
" 'Well, he should have!' I told her, bringing my hand down over the middle of her huddling, squirming white cheeks just at the cleft of her asshole.
"I admired my handiwork ... two pink handprints and a blotch in the middle. It looked so bitchin' that I decided to add color to the entire area. Smack. Smack. Smack. My hand smarted a bit from the repeated application, but it was worth it ... I could feel the past month's frustrations pouring from me with every swat that reverberated loudly throughout the room. Smack-the bottom of the left cheek. Smack- the top of the right hemisphere.
"Her ass was getting pretty red by this time and she was alternately threatening to kill me, and then sobbing like a baby for me to let her up. But I kept going .... Must've given her about fifty swats before I eased up .... My first mistake. I'd figured that she was pretty well subdued from the looks of her flaming backside and from the way she'd been bawling her head off.
"But she really surprised me. I felt a sudden searing pain on my left thigh-the fucking bitch was biting me! She'd really taken a large chunk out of my leg.... The pain was terrible. The only thing I knew to do was bring my hand down with a karate chop behind her neck .... _ Had to do it pretty hard but at least she let go.
"I looked down at my leg and saw that a large bruise had already formed there. Tears welled in my -eyes from the pain. That cunt could bite!
" 'You fucking bitch, that did it!' " 'No .... What are you doing? ... Have you gone crazy?' "I'd have my ass even if I had to go to jail for it. I pulled her roughly down to the floor and threw her torso across the top of the couch so that she was kneeling over it, her red, welted ass throbbing over the edge, bent just right to take it up the asshole.
"The pain in my thigh was still searing me, driving me on. I resumed my hammerlock of her arm, twisting it painfully higher than before. As long as I had her in this position she'd have a hard time dealing with me, for I was kneeling directly behind her, too close for her feet to do any good, in control of her arm to such an extent that it made her other one useless. For whenever she tried to reach back and do something I merely increased the pressure of the hammer-lock, making her abandon whatever strategy she'd tried to formulate in her stupid cunt brain. But the best thing about this position was that I was away from her fucking teeth. Man, she wouldn't forget this day as long as she lived for pulling that shit.
" 'Now I'm going to give you something you've had coming all your life.' " 'What? Another spanking?' Even through her tears she was being a wise-ass. Well, I'd wisen her ass up some with this stunt.
"I pressed myself down against her flaming buttocks and started shoving my cock up the cleft of her ass until the tip pressed against the opening of her hole. It looked so nice and inviting and virginal-my quick and ill-fated attempt had been the first actual one-but as yet no come had spurted into her rectum.
"Ignoring her pleas, I leaned heavily against her back, not hunkering all the way down to touch her back as I had to be able to maneuver her arm in case she tried for some more trouble. I pressed my cock against the hole, feeling the heat that radiated from her freshly spanked hillocks.
"I didn't have any lube so it was both difficult and painful for her as I pushed the head hard, aided by my hand on the shaft of my cock, straining to get the ring to give ... and ... finally it slipped in as easy as pie, bumping against rough spots as I shoved the shaft in, un-lubricated as it was.
"She began screaming, so I applied some more pressure to her arm and told her to cool it or I'd cool her. She must've really thought I was freaked-out, and I was sorta, because she clammed up, even though she still let out sharp hisses and muffled cries as I began my motions.
"Once I was in there for a little while, her anal tissues began to accept the cock, tending to provide lubrication in the form of shit, making up for the unlubed entrance I'd made. She was offering less and less resistance as I began to slide my cock in a steady cadence through the sticky substance that felt so good, especially to the head of my cock.
"She was beginning to whimper slightly, which I saw as a sign of encouragement, as it was definitely a sigh of pleasure. But I'd have to go all the way with it to make her a believer. She was still trying to cover up as much as possible, trying to resist me whenever she'd think I was easing up on her.
"Deciding to see if I could get back in her good graces after all, I slipped my free hand around her blistered waist, under the soft underbelly until I came to her slit. Groping around in the dampness, I finally found what I was looking for. A little clit massage during my rear attack certainly couldn't hurt things. Maybe it'd help things.
"And I kept pumping away at her hips, really starting to get into the good feelings that were churning in my guts. The tactile sensations of an asshole are just so much better-even the smell of a fucked asshole is intoxicating. I think if I had a choice between balling a chick in the cunt, and a guy in the ass that I'd be liable to take the guy, even though I've never done that before.
"But don't hold me to it.
"The tissues were beginning to get a bit mushy-just right, dampening the sandpaper effect of their dry state. And it looked like I was pulling off a miracle.... I wouldn't have believed it myself, but she was now pushing her hips back to meet me, moaning more than she usually did with regular .balling. And finally I was hearing her say: " 'Oh, yes, lover. So sorry I bit your leg- ooooooooOOO! Ah, baby .... I had the spanking coming ... sorry sorry ... this is soooo gooooooooooooooob! Oh OH ... more, more, MORE! Oh, lover. Oh oh.... I need it!' "So everything was turning out in the end. I excitedly saw our future coming together again .... But now I was getting too far gone in the balling.... Her sweet ass pumping hot up to me .... Hot butt.... Hot hot hot.
"Like my guts.... The seeds are boiling .... Got to let go .... I work her clit to make up ...
and here comes ... won't be long. � "My mind, not long ago crazed with flip-out anger had been cooled. She was really going nuts for this, babbling some incoherent language as she proved that women's brains are between their legs ... only some of them have their brains farther back, in the ass to be exact.
"And now I was bubbling over. The fact that my lean-hipped chick loved me again made it better. The fact that she now was into my thing ... that always makes it better.
"I reflected on how much better her leanness was compared to Mrs. Potts.... But I breathed a silent thanks to that outa-sight chick for turning me on to this scene.
"And now I explode into the ass of my girl, causing a shimmer of delight to sweep down her back as I continue to pump her until I'm dry, rubbing her clit as I do so .... And now she's looking so good by coming after me... and even the pain that still throbs dully in my thigh feels good.
"I press down against her back tiredly, my spent cock shriveling inside her ass, finally the victor in our battle. It all seems too good to be true."
CONCLUSION So we come to the end of our tale, as it were, perhaps better prepared to deal with the phenomenon of anal eroticism. In the veritable cacophony of voices crying about sexual liberation it is often difficult to distinguish just what one's point is, how one goes about sorting fact from fallacy when it comes to dealing with the various deviations from the normal fare. In a work of this length, it is impossible to give all the views upon such a subject as analism, but we hope that some light has been shed upon this relatively dark area of concern.
We have attempted not to gloss over the subject with faint praise, or blind condemnation, but have sought the true feelings of those actually involved ... finding that anal lovemaking, like any other human endeavor, depends largely upon the tastes of the individual, and that thoughts upon the phenomenon can .range from those who find it sheer ecstasy, to those who find it merely ' a pain in the ass'. In a time of multimedia data input, leaving the average person swimming dizzily in a deluge of propaganda that threatens to drown him should he attempt to sort it out, the individual must take it upon himself to find the nature of his own sexuality, if he ever hopes to adapt the information usefully to his own ends.
GLOSSARY The following glossary is not intended in any way to represent a complete range of psychosexual terms, but contains only those terms relative to anal-eroticism as an aid to the reader. All terms are either conventional or medical, unless notated as being slang (si.).
A-HOLE (si.)-The anus.
ALGOLAGNIA-Sadomasochism, sexual pleasures associated with pain.
ANACLITIC-Denoting the relationship between adult sexual pleasures and infantile similarities, such as anal intercourse to early toilet training, etc.
ANAL-EROTICISM-Extreme sexual sensitivity in the anus.
ANALINGUS OR ANALINCTUS-Combined anal and oral sex-the kissing and licking of the anus by the tongue.
ANAL INTERCOURSE-The substitution of the anus for the vagina ... the insertion of any object such as the penis, a tongue, dildo, etc., into the anus for the purposes of sexual stimulation.
ANAL MASTURBATION-Masturbation by an anal-erotic means. Inserting an object into the anus for purposes of self-gratification.
ASSHOLE (si.)-The anus.
AUTOSADISM-A form of sadism wherein one performs the act of inflicting pain on oneself.
BACK SCUTTLE (si.)-To perform anal intercourse.
BACKSIDE-The buttocks.
BACKYARD (si.)-The anal region.
BENDER (si.)-Male homosexual who submits to anal intercourse.
BORETTO MAN (si.)-Active pederast.
BROWN OR BROWN HOLE (si.)-Refers to the anus.
BUGGER-A pederast, or one who takes the active role in anal intercourse; to engage in the activity.
BUTTOCKS-The fleshy part of the hips located at the base of the spine.
CATAMITE-Boy kept by active male homosexual for the purposes of pederasty.
COITUS PER RECTUM-Medical term for anal intercourse.
COPROLAGNIA-Act of receiving gratification from the handling of feces.
DILDO-An artificial penis or godemiche, often worn by lesbians, but infrequently used by a female in the anus of a passive male.
DUFF (si.)-The buttocks.
FETISH-An obsession with an object or part of the body not normally associated with sex which arouses erotic feelings.
GREEK CULTURE (si.)-Pederasty, or any form of anal lovemaking.
INTROMISSION-The act of inserting the penis into one of the erogenous zones such as the vagina, anus or mouth.
KEESTER (si:)-The buttocks.
ONANISM-Masturbation.
OSCAR (si.)-A male homosexual who performs genital-anal intercourse actively.
PEDERASTY-Genital-anal intercourse whereby the penis of the active male is introduced anally into the female or homosexual male partner.
PERINEUM-The area between the genitalia and the anus.
POLYMORPHOUS-Plurisexual; sexual responsiveness in almost any part of the body, particularly in those areas associated with infantile sensuality such as the mouth, anus, breasts.
PROSTATE-The glands at the base of the urethra which eject the semen during male ejaculation. These glands can be stimulated by anal intercourse.
REAMING QUEEN (si.)-A passive male homosexual who allows himself to be 'reamed' anally. REAR ENTRY POSITION-'Dog-style' which can be used for either vaginal or anal penetration; the most favored position for pederasty.
RIM (si.)-To perform oral intercourse.
RING (si.)-The anus; the opening to the anus.
SODOMY-All forms of oral and anal intercourse practiced genitally, as well as in bestiality.
UROLAGNIA-Sexual pleasure from urination.
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