The role of the wife in marriage has undergone a slow but frightening metamorphosis-no longer the shy, sweet virgin who humbles herself to a husband's every whim; no longer the submissive, passive partner in a sexual act. Today, more and more women are not only dictating the rules at home, but are introducing sexual perversions which too frequently reduce their husbands to nothing more than money-makers and puppets for their strange appetites.
Does this trend indicate the end of the American husband as a man and master? Anthony Crowell does not presume to judge; but the facts presented in this volume speak very clearly for themselves!
INTRODUCTION
The lesbian has-for the most part and especially in urban areas-become an acceptable member of society and her deviation is now permitted to be her own personal affair. She is judged nowadays by her abilities and intellect. Her sexual inclinations, whatever they may be, are no longer a source of censure among the people she is concerned about.
The tremendous amount of research that has been done in the recent past concerning the sexual renaissance that has taken place, discloses rather definitely that the people most knowledgeable and interested in sex as a means of great pleasure are also among our most gifted and intelligent people. The lesbian ranks quite high at the head of such a list and in many instances, is usually a charming, gifted individual with a determination to enjoy sex in her own way and to accept herself as she is.
However, many women, fully aware of their lesbian inclinations are marrying, some successfully, some impossibly. The married lesbian is quite aware of her deviation, but has married anyway, perhaps for children, perhaps to inherit the supposed benefits of heterosexual lovemaking. The case histories so prevalent these days suggest that many can function in the climate of matrimony and do so.
The research being done today also points up the fact that many women marry totally unaware that they are lesbians by nature. When they encounter unmistakable proof of their deviation they are quite surprised. In another time, another culture, such a discovery of one's susceptibility to homosexuality would have impelled the young lady to suicide. Today there are many ways of handling such a discovery. If a woman has been married for a number of years and has children, for instance, she keeps the discovery of her lesbianism to herself yet may privately consult a psychiatrist for help. If her husband is a mature and understanding man, she could seek his aid and advice and together (with or without an analyst) they could try to save the marriage from the pitfalls of lesbian promiscuity. Yet, too, there are many women who might simply shrug at the discovery and decide to swing with it; seduce whom they please and their families be damned. In our permissive society, this last type of thinking is not as shocking as it may first seem.
Many of the psychiatrists called upon to treat lesbians who hope to change, find themselves, instead, persuading their patients to learn to live with their own sexual personalities and try to adjust to their own needs. In such cases, the doctor usually becomes convinced that dependable change is just not possible.
Discussing the modern lesbian in his book, The Sexual Misfits, Doctor John E. Somers, a psychiatrist who has dealt with many such cases in institutions and privately, says:
The modern lesbian has transformed the traditional concept of the female homosexual in two ways: She has for the most part, abandoned the masculine mode of dress which formerly had been her trademark; she has, like the male homosexual, become more bold and extremely more gregarious, even to the extent of establishing "social clubs" and one solidified central organization, complete with its own press and by-laws. In the manner of dress, the "butch" seemingly has passed into oblivion; today's lesbian accent is on femininity, not only in dress, but in mannerisms and social conduct. In my conversations with lesbians confined to prisons or correctional institutions, not for sexual inversion, but for other crimes, I found that their preference is for the feminine type of invert, that the once predominant "butch" type creates the same wave of revulsion for sexual intimacies as would a man.
Many experts in the field assume, or at least suspect, that the lesbian who essays marriage as a way of life, may actually be bi-sexual, able to flourish in both milieus. Others argue that the true lesbian cannot possibly enjoy such a relationship. Still others argue that there is no such thing as a true lesbian at all, so it would appear to be largely problematical as to what type of pattern might fit any given individual.
The facts, however, are indisputable and it is now well established that many lesbians are marrying and surviving in that atmosphere. Some marry, fully aware of their deviation, others marry with no idea that they are susceptible to homosexual thrills. In the novel, Serenade, by James M. Cain, the hero was a man whose homosexuality was alerted by only one person and today's psychologists and psychiatrists tend to suspect that this can be true for the females who discover their liking for homosexual activity.
Freud and his satellites point out that one homosexual affair does not necessarily make a homosexual and it would not be suggested here; but when a female, supposedly heterosexual in nature, responds with exceptional intensity to the love-making efforts of women and yearns to provide such pleasures for her partners, it is assumed that the possibility of lesbianism exists and in most cases, is freely admitted.
The married lesbian is usually a most remarkable person and a decided asset to our society. Many are mothers and wives of great imagination and charm and work very hard at the task of being worthwhile citizens. In most cases, according to the psychologists, they are fully aware of their affinity for their own sex and often attain the ease of being able to walk both sides of the street with reasonable comfort.
It is now well known that the wife swappers and sexually hip members of the bizarre groups are growing in numbers, that these groups are inheriting more and more converts with every passing month and that these groups or clubs have been responsible for activities that permitted many latent lesbians to discover and enjoy their fondness for such practices. Many women who discover that they enjoy homosexual relationships after they have been married often try to maintain both and often succeed.
Many psychiatrists and psychologists will agree that the society in existence these days is candidly hedonistic and that sex, as a source of the greatest of all pleasures and intensities, is openly enjoyed as never before. The long list of perversions that was in existence at the turn of the century is now virtually worthless, due, probably, to the attitudes of our most responsible people. Nowadays the psychiatrists, usually the arbiters in such matters, hesitate to label any sexual act a perversion. Instead, the attitudes are that any form of sexual activity between two adults is permissive, provided that one does not force upon the other an objectionable or repugnant act. With this kind of philosophy being the rule of thumb, there is little that anyone can imagine that might be regarded as a true perversion.
Many thinking people consider Sigmund Freud as a latter-day Pandora who opened up a whole box of wild perversions and thrust them upon a world unprepared for them. This idea stems from the doctrine that Freud frequently preached: that suppressing sexual instincts and inclinations could lead to neurosis and severe mental disturbances. Many psychiatrists who contemplate this line of reasoning admit, somewhat ruefully perhaps, that very few of the swingers and swappers of today require psychiatric care and when a medical man does encounter such an individual on a professional basis, it is always for some reason other than a need to adjust the person's sexual attitudes or more. Perhaps it is because of this that our society has become labeled a totally permissive one.
The lesbian has probably gained most from such thinking because the sexual revolution or upheaval that has taken place in the last decade permits the homosexual to consort with his or her own kind as well as with others without being judged on the basis of sexual desires. and as things stand now the lesbian is not regarded as a freak of nature or as something not quite nice. The hordes of people who are striking out for complete sexual freedom have embraced the lesbian as a delightful friend and companion and in many cases, have welcomed her as a participating member of their freedom march.
Many girls discover their lesbian inclinations very early in life, some encounter such preferences in college, but many others marry and have no idea of their true nature. When such girls discover their lesbian leanings the results can often be quite interesting and definite.
Only a few years ago, two very beautiful women, both married, were in the throes of a session of lesbian lovemaking when the husband of one walked in and threw both of them out of the house. He quickly divorced his wife and she has remained single ever since. The fact that these were people famous in the film industry is of little interest, the point most important in the eyes of many people is the severe reaction of the husband. This is not always the case, it would appear and there are many husbands married to women who occasionally engage in lesbian activities who care little about such things and regard the whole matter as girl business. There are those who would decide that this is carrying the permissive attitude to an extreme, but one husband, when discussing the matter, stated that he loved his wife, wanted to keep her, and while he knew that she had a girl friend, he just couldn't abuse his wife because she indulged occasionally in such affairs. He discovered that his willingness to give free rein to his wife worked to his benefit because she was always an ardent and eager lover when she made love with him. So, his attitude turned out to be the right one insofar as the stability of his marriage was concerned.
When Doctor Kinsey and his helpers began making their well publicized surveys among people, they discovered, amazingly, that many people will discuss their sex lives in great detail and without shame or reservation. Since then, sexual research has become a well-traveled route and thousands of people are revealing their sexual experiences with great candor and in some instances, great relish. Many psychiatrists feel that there are those who are able to enjoy sensual thrills while discussing or revealing their acts or activities and many of the researchers now feel that Kinsey and his predecessors are very much like the boy who pulled his finger out of the dike.
For many years, the detailed case histories that medical people listened to were transcribed and published in big, thick volumes that were made available to the medical profession alone. Nowadays, the libraries are glutted with such volumes, which are being examined by all sorts of people with curiosity to see if anyone has thought up something new. It would appear that no one has and the same practices that were popular in ancient Greece and Rome are quite popular in today's sexually sophisticated society. The lesbian is just as prevalent now as then, but censure or stigma has lessened considerably, except for the narrow minds of a few who know little of what is taking place in the fulminating world of today. These people are supposedly in the minority now and the general attitude is one of little interest. The lesbian is very often beautiful, charming, gracious and thoroughly likable. and like most people, she is susceptible to many other facets of sexual behavior and her deviation may often be the very least of her troubles.
Many beautiful girls with homosexual inclinations may also be inclined in other areas. Some are confirmed sadists or masochists, some are anally oriented or exceptionally thrilled when performing fellatio, which is often considered quite fortunate for those who want to try marriage.
There was a time when the offices of the psychiatrists were cluttered with frightened young women who discovered, quite accidentally sometimes, that they had strong lesbian desires. It is perhaps an encouraging commentary on our present status to learn that very few women of this type show up in an analyst's office these days. If they do, they are usually quite amazed and comforted when the psychiatrist suggests that they enjoy this newly discovered facet of their sensual structure and not be afraid. And the fact is that many medical men are talking that way these days, feeling that the most they can hope to do is persuade the individual to accept herself as she is.
Very often, discovering that one is a lesbian can be quite upsetting; and then, too, it can be quite rewarding, depending upon the point of view of the people involved. How these people deal with their deviation is the subject matter of this volume.
CHAPTER ONE
CASE HISTORY
Hilda M. is at present twenty-four years old. She is a very beautiful young woman, with the pale blonde hair and white skin of the Nordics. She is married to Edwin, a druggist who is three years older. They have been married for five years and have no children. Hilda is quite candid about her sexual beginnings and an early addiction to the sensual ecstasies that her own body could provide and she admits that she and her husband were ardent practitioners of the acts that they enjoyed in that department. She is also convinced that she and her husband are very much oversexed, but this is a condition for which they are grateful.
Eddie and I got along well together right from the very beginning. I was not quite nineteen and fresh out of school when I met Eddie. I had a job in the same drugstore where he worked and we got to be friends and then started dating. I guess I fell in love with him right away. I know I just liked being with him and we spent a lot of time together.
I knew very early that I was addicted to sex because I began masturbating when I was about twelve. I discovered that the pleasures I could achieve for myself were fantastic, and as I grew older, I just became more inventive. I was one of the smart ones, I guess. I knew about me, I mean the way I was about sex, so I developed the habit of masturbating before I went out on a date, so that I would be less susceptible to petting and necking. But, once I got to know Eddie, I stopped that.
We talked about sex; I told Eddie about the way I was and he thought it was funny because he was sure that he was in worse shape. We laughed about it and thought the whole thing was very funny. Very fortunate, too, because we knew that we were very much in love. We decided that we wanted to get married. Eddie had a half sister, Virginia, who was only a year older than I and she was the only family he had out here. He asked me if I wouldn't like to meet his sister. We felt that we should tell someone that we were going to get married. You know, it was important to us and we just wanted somebody to care.
Eddie said that he and his half sister weren't very close, but maybe we could all be friends. Virginia worked as a statistical clerk in a big insurance company and she lived quite close to Eddie's place. He called her one evening and the two of us went to see her.
I liked Ginny right away. She was unbelievably lovely, with big gray eyes and light brown hair and a quick, flashing smile that made her even prettier whenever she used it. She was wearing a soft gray dress and it was quite apparent that she had a marvelous body. Her legs were simply gorgeous. Her hands were slender and rather cool, when we shook hands, but she gave me a drink and we started talking and pretty soon Eddie was watching television while Ginny and I just gabbed. We were friends right from the start and she was genuinely glad that I was going to marry her brother. When we left her place she promised that we would be friends and that she would come to the wedding. I asked Eddie, later, why a beautiful girl like Ginny had never married. He just shrugged and said he supposed she was waiting for someone very special; that was all we said about it.
While Eddie and I were going together, we stayed away from sex. It wasn't because of any silly morality. I think we both figured we would build up the wanting to an impossible degree and then have ourselves a wild time on our honeymoon. But after a while our glands sort of took over and we decided to get married in a hurry. And we did. Ginny attended and was my bridesmaid. It was a very small, quiet ceremony and as soon as it was over, we waved good-bye to Ginny and took off for a honeymoon beside the sea. We had rented a motel room for a week; it was a beautiful place with the beach just outside of our rear doorway. We got there about four in the afternoon, and as soon as we got inside the motel, we began tearing each other's clothes off and when we were naked, we began screwing standing up. That's how randy we were. The whole business was all over in seconds, which was a bit of a disappointment to me; Eddie had some ideas about that. He explained that he was always too quick the first couple of times, but life was just beginning for us and I shouldn't worry about anything. He picked me up while I was still impaled and we managed to make it over to the bed. He lay down on his back and I was on top of him. We began necking then and that got to be a bit too warm for us, so I got up and went into the bathroom and took care of myself. Then I took a warm bath and when I went back to Eddie I was all warm and glowing from the tub. We started necking again and then he was kissing my breasts and loving them and I was manipulating him and we were both so excited we were shaking.
I'd been aware that my new husband would make love to me anywhere, but when I felt him shifting in the bed and knew what he was going to do, I got so excited I began having orgasms of sheer ecstasy. When his mouth touched my sex I just went to pieces. Cunnilingus was new to me and I had no idea that it could be so pleasant. Eddie was a skillful lover and his tongue and mouth drove me frantic with constant orgasms of increasing intensity; I was half out of my mind with sensual agony. I was holding his dick and using my hand to manipulate him, and quite without realizing what I was doing, I began kissing it and then I began sucking him. Maybe I was a bit too enthusiastic because he had an orgasm in seconds and when it happened it just made me more excited than ever. I had no intention of giving up this new pleasure and I just kept right on with what I was doing. Eddie kept right on too and we just lay there, locked in each other's embrace, depleting each other like vicious animals but providing exquisite sensual joys for each other, too; and I discovered that the more I sucked my husband, the more excited I became. I've heard it said that many people have the seat of their sensuality or sexual responses, in the mouth, the lips and the tongue and I was quite certain that I was one of those people. But I didn't bother analyzing much at the time. I was locked in a state of frenzied hungers and excruciating sensations and Eddie was doing things to my most sensitive flesh that drove all sense of reason from my mind.
I'm sure we kept at each other for a couple of hours. Eddie had many orgasms and I noticed that each time he experienced an ejaculation I would respond with an orgasm of my own the intensity of which would be much greater than ordinarily. I was so happy, so ardent and thrilled by what my husband could do for me, I was delirious with sexuality and sensuality for a long time. When I finally became aware of things again, I discovered that Eddie was in the bathroom and I was lying alone on the bed. I was conscious of a soreness between my legs, but even that was nice.
When Eddie came back to me, he kissed me and told me that I had hurt his dick with my teeth. It seemed that I had also extracted too much from him. When I asked him why he hadn't stopped me he just grinned and said that he had no intention of stopping me. I had pleased him and that made me very happy.
We were both exhausted so Eddie ordered dinner for us and while we were waiting for that, I got into a housecoat and he put his pants on. When our meal was delivered we sat down and ate like starving children, but we took our clothes off first and ate in the nude, just for fun.
After we had finished with our coffee, we went back to making love again and it was more of the same. We discovered very readily that we enjoyed oral lovemaking better than coitus, so we spent our time at that, keeping it up until we were just too worn out to do anything but sleep.
We began the next day the same way and after we tired ourselves out all over again we ordered some food and had a leisurely breakfast. We talked and tried to decide about the things we liked doing best, but there wasn't much question, really. Later that morning, we tried the sixty-nine. I was on top and when Eddie touched my anal opening with his fingertip, either accidentally or on purpose, I almost went nuts all over again. I had never known that I was sensitive there, but his touch pushed me into a massive orgasm of remarkable pleasure and when I got the chance I told him how much I had liked it.
Maybe I shouldn't have been so honest about things, because later that same day, we tried screwing with me on my hands and knees and him behind me and after a few lazy motions, he withdrew and then his cock was touching my anal orifice and it felt so nice and excited me so, I just couldn't say anything and the next thing I knew he was easing it into that opening and I was shuddering and shaking like a plucked string. I didn't realize it then, but Eddie told me that I began backing him off the bed in my eagerness to absorb him. In seconds I was drunk on sheer sensuality and when he put his hands between my legs and began manipulating my clitoris I almost died with sweet, ecstatic anguish. Inevitably, we both reached the point of explosion and when it was all over I was lying on my tummy, crying with the sheer sweetness of blessed release. I was shivering with extended reactions and Eddie was worried about me. He turned me over and began kissing me. I held him tightly, too overcome with happiness to let him go.
After a while we talked about lust and sensuality and were quite sure that we were evenly matched and knew exactly how we would start each day and end it, too.
We went to the beach just once during that whole week of the honeymoon. All the rest of the time we were screwing or resting from overdoing things. We were greedy, hungry lovers and we were thoroughly hooked on sensuality and sexual pleasure.
We started housekeeping in Eddie's apartment. He had a large place and we decided that we would keep it. I gave up my job and my apartment and we finally got me moved in and settled. We were as snug as a couple of lice in a kid's hair.
Ginny came to dinner one night and we had a wonderful time. She was so beautiful, so nice, I'm sure I loved her right from the very beginning. Poor Eddie, it got so that Ginny and I were so busy gabbing and planning and cleaning up after dinner that he just had to be content with the TV set. Ginny offered to come in and help me with the apartment after she got off from work and that pleased me very much. She said she'd come by on Saturday after she got her own work done and help me then, too.
Eddie and I drove her home that first time and when she got out of the car she bent to lean in and plant a swift, warm kiss on my lips, which made me very happy. Driving home again, I told Eddie how much I adored his pretty half sister and that pleased him, I know. He was glad that we were to be friends and that she would help me get our home squared away. For some reason, that night when we went to bed we were absolutely insatiable with each other and the bed was wringing wet and I had to change the sheets before we could go to sleep.
Ginny began coming in after work and staying for supper. We seemed to become closer and closer. I loved her dearly and just couldn't get over how beautiful she was. I loved watching her move around as we worked and she was really something to see. After we were finished with our work, either Eddie or I would drive her home. The first Saturday she came over about ten in the morning and she was wearing shorts and a halter. I took time out at one point to have a cigarette and she was working at one of the windows, trying to make the new drapes hang just right. I was looking at her long, perfect legs, the delicately fashioned thighs and then I was looking at the firm, high breasts barely concealed by her halter. I noticed after a while that I was trembling. I was sure that I had been working too hard or maybe Eddie had stayed too long at his favorite task and I had overtaxed myself. Ginny was looking at me for an opinion about the drapes, smiling. I just grinned at her, too overwhelmed at the moment to say a word. She turned back to her work after I nodded my approval and her plump bottom was clearly outlined beneath her shorts. It was a lovely behind, beautifully shaped and tapering into her thighs almost imperceptibly. When Ginny looked at me again, I was shivering. I was suddenly so aroused sexually, I was actually ill. She smiled at me again and asked if I'd like some coffee. She was going to fix herself a cup. I was only able to nod. She went off into the kitchen and I sat trembling, trying to understand why I should become so aroused sensually by just watching a pretty girl hanging drapes. I calmed very quickly, deciding that my own oversexed nature was getting the best of me and that Eddie had drained me too completely.
Ginny and I had some coffee and we talked about Eddie and his work. She thought it was awful that he worked on weekends and had to take his days off during the week. I just didn't care one way or the other, just so I had him home for a few days anytime.
Ginny had dinner with us that evening and she promised that she would come again on Sunday and finish with the drapes. I was grateful to her for that because she seemed to have a quality of deftness. She could put her hands on curtains or drapes and they just seemed to straighten out and hang perfectly. I had a hell of a time with them.
She came early on Sunday morning. I was sitting in the kitchen having a third cup of coffee when she arrived. She joined me. Again, she was wearing shorts and a halter and looked unbelievably beautiful. When we had finished our cigarettes and coffee, she helped me clean up the kitchen and then we began scrubbing the kitchen floor. That took us a long time. When we were done, she looked at herself and laughed. She was really filthy. She asked me if she could take a shower and I told her of course. I went with her into the bathroom and laid out towels and washcloths; then I went back to the kitchen and emptied the pans and rinsed out the things we'd been using. I was a mess too and I decided I'd better also take a hot shower.
When I went into the bedroom, Ginny called to me. She was apparently finished in the shower. I went into the bathroom. She was standing on the rug, stark naked and she was the most gorgeous thing I'd ever imagined. She was toweling herself dry and I just stood staring at her beauty, trembling again, feeling faintness sweep over me. I had to sit down in a hurry. She was smiling at me as she used the towel and I couldn't take my eyes off her. Her breasts were fabulously beautiful; firm, thrusting like bullets; the nipples, tiny pink things, the rosettes a deeper pink than the rest of her. She had a tiny waist and her lush hips flared out into heart-shaped curves, flowing into exquisite thighs and even prettier legs. I looked at her pubic area. It was hairless, as bald as an egg. When she saw my surprise, she laughed and explained. She said that she loved wearing the skimpy bikinis at the beach and she had simply removed the hair from her person. Besides, she said, she hated hair growing anywhere on her body. She kept smiling at me, her eyes soft and affectionate and I was shivering, swamped by a wave of sensuality too strong to imagine. She stepped close to me, the subtle fragrance of her body cloyed in my nostrils and when she lifted her leg to dry it I almost fainted with an excess of sexual frenzy. I was at a loss to understand why I should be affected by just looking at her nudity. She was unbelievably gorgeous, of course, but why should that affect me? She was looking at me and her smile was sympathetic as she stepped closer to me, placed her arms around my head and hugged me against her naked stomach. The texture of her skin was smooth and warm. I slid my arms around her hips, I hugged her and then I was sobbing uncontrollably against her belly. Her smooth, sleek skin was slippery with my tears.
"Poor baby," she said, softly, "so upset. So worked up and with no idea of why."
She held me very tightly and I was suddenly aware that I was experiencing delicious little climaxes, that the urge to kiss her delicate skin against my cheek was irresistible. I twisted my face and then my lips were against her skin. I was kissing her. She moved backwards a little and I simply slid to the floor. Time and space ceased to exist then. I was aware only of the scent of her sex and the sweet, plush buttocks under my palms. She lifted a leg and her sex was practically in my face and the shivering, shuddering spasms I was experiencing became worse and I just didn't know what to do. She shifted her hips toward me and I felt the flat of her hand forcing my mouth against her cunt and I shivered anew with a fierce emotional reaction. The urge to taste her sex, to feast upon it was too strong for me to resist. The moment I tasted the sweetness of her sensual flesh, I began experiencing massive orgasms and their fierce intensity delighted me as nothing else ever had. She was being affected, too and was having one climax after another and she just couldn't take it. She pushed me away and I resisted her, viciously, stubbornly, in my determination to enjoy her.
"Take it easy, honey," she said. "Let's get on the bed and then you can enjoy yourself and so can I. Come along now."
She took my hand and led me into the bedroom; then she was on top of me and her cunt was in my mouth and I was in heaven and pulsating like a live wire. Suddenly I felt her mouth dealing with my own sex and that was the end of sensibleness and reason for me. I went absolutely ape and I think she did, too. How long we made love to each other is something that I don't know, but there was a time, finally, when I was alert again and knew what I had done. I just couldn't understand it. She was lying beside me, smoking a cigarette and smiling at me with a quizzical expression. For a long while, I was too astonished to say anything. I was having trouble getting my breathing apparatus to work right. She lit another cigarette and placed it between my lips. I puffed on it, trying to get myself under control.
"You didn't know, baby?" she asked gently.
I shook my head. "I had no idea," I said and then I began to cry. She sat up and pulled me into her arms. As my cheek touched her lovely breasts, I began to feel again the faint stirrings of the overpowering desire and I pulled away from her.
"I don't want to be like that," I said, idiotically. "I love Eddie. I'm his wife. I don't want to be a lesbian. I won't be a lesbian. I won't."
"Sure, darling," she said, soothingly. "We'll start on that tomorrow. But let's not waste today."
We didn't waste the day. After a short while, Ginny put her cigarette out and began making love to me. Any reservations I might have had went off somewhere and we began making love like animals, at first, but then there was an element of indescribable tenderness and sweetness. It was a beautiful thing, quite unlike the frenzied times I had had with Eddie. Ginny was skillful and ardent and she discovered places in me that were so sensitive I almost screamed when her tongue touched them.
We made love for hours on end and when we were finally sated, we talked and Ginny told me that she had guessed that I was susceptible to girls when she had watched me get so worked up the previous day. She had noticed and she had been pleased, because she would have tried to seduce me in any case. She was candidly a lesbian and she worked at it. She enjoyed her life and the way she was. That's why she had never tried marriage. When she said that, I realized that I was in a hell of a mess. I loved my husband, but I loved his beautiful sister, too. Now what?
Ginny had answers for me. "Don't be an idiot," she said. "You love Eddie and you enjoy your life with him. And you love me and I love you, too. We can have our cake and eat it, too."
That sort of thinking appalled me and when she saw that I wasn't going to buy that, she became angry. "You fool," she said. "Does Eddie deserve to have his heart broken just because you happen to be the type of babe who goes both ways? Does he have that coming from you? And do you want to live without him?"
I just shook my head, knowing that she was right. I began to cry again and when she pulled me into her arms and started kissing me sweetly on the lips, her dainty tongue sliding across them, I started shivering and the sudden desire for her was something too powerful to resist. We spent a long, passionate time of lovemaking and when we were finally exhausted she got up and began dressing. And so did I. Pretty soon Eddie would be home, it would be time for dinner and I had work to do.
Ginny helped me fix supper and when Eddie came home I expected to burst into tears of remorse. Instead, I kissed him as passionately as usual. I saw Ginny watching us necking and there was a glint of amusement in her pretty eyes. I felt nothing at all except a wavering desire to have Eddie love me and let me love him.
When we went to bed that night, I was especially ardent and Eddie had himself a spectacular time. I had the feeling that I was trying to make up to him in some way for my perfidy.
From that time on, Ginny and I didn't bother with pretenses. Each evening when she would come by to help me with the things I was doing with the apartment, we would make love to each other before we did anything else and Ginny would often be gone by the time Eddie got home. Sometimes she would stay for supper and sometimes not, depending upon her mood, I guess. Each Saturday and Sunday, we would lie for hours, locked in frenzied embrace while we drained each other's loins and tried to devour each other in an expression of our love and affinity for each other.
Things went on like that for weeks and then the inevitable happened. One Saturday morning, Ginny and I were locked in a wild session of mutual cunnilingus when I heard a slight noise and looked up to see Eddie standing in the bedroom doorway, his eyes wide with shock, his face white with stunned amazement. Ginny was on top of me and I ached with the desire to say something to him, to make him understand that this was different, that I loved him, wanted him. But I couldn't say a word.
Not one single word.
There was a moment or two of pure agony for me and then I pushed Ginny. She realized that there was something wrong, but by then Eddie's footsteps were going down the stairs. Ginny's face was puffy with the pressures of her passions and her eyes weren't working quite right, but she struggled to get back to normal in a hurry.
"Eddie saw us," I said. "He's home. I don't know why, but he's home and he saw us."
Ginny sat up straight and then she jumped off the bed. She started putting her clothes on and so did I. I think both of us had no idea of what to do or what to say, but we knew that we had to do something. Ginny fluffed her hair out and inspected herself in the mirror. She was lovely and utterly serene. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she lit a cigarette.
"We'll have to think about this," she said slowly. "We'll have to think this over very carefully."
There wasn't anything to think about as far as I was concerned. I had been straining to hear the sound of the apartment door closing behind Eddie and I was sure that he had gone. Ginny told me to stop shaking. She said Eddie would be downstairs in the living room when we got there. I was crying, too and Ginny suggested that I go into the bathroom and fix my face. Then we would go downstairs and talk to Eddie. I was too upset to argue. I just did as she told me to do.
We lived in a split-level apartment and had to use a winding stairway to descend to the living room. When Ginny and I got there, Eddie was sitting huddled in one of the big chairs. He looked at me like an animal who has been axed; he was still in shock.
Ginny sat down in one of the chairs and I settled down onto the couch. I was terrified, but Ginny seemed quite her usual self.
"Well, brother, dear," she said, "now you know. Now you know all about your pretty little wife and your half sister, too." When Eddie didn't say anything, she glanced at her watch, then sort of snapped at him. "What the hell are you doing home at this hour of the day, anyway?" she demanded.
He answered that. "They are changing shifts at the store. From now on I get the weekends off. So I started today."
"That's just dandy," Ginny said. "We'll be delighted to have you home on weekends."
He stared at her as though she were insane. She gave him a great big dazzling smile and then she said, "That's right, Eddie, dear. Hilda and I have been making it for a long time now and we both love you very dearly. You don't want a divorce, do you?"
Eddie looked at her, then shook his head quite energetically. Ginny grinned at that.
"Of course not," she said gaily. "So, why not join us? Ginny and I can have each other and you can have both of us. What's wrong with that?"
"That's impossible," he said.
"That's incest, too, I think," Ginny said, "but it won't bother me. and I'm sure it won't bother Hilda. Think about it, both of you."
She stood up and then walked over to Eddie. She knelt at his feet, took his chin in her hand and kissed him on the mouth, twisting her head from side to side as she enjoyed the kiss. Eddie was not fighting her any and then I noticed that she had dropped her hand to his lap and while I sat there and looked at them, reached into his pants and pulled out his cock, fondling it and all the while kissing him. The next thing I knew he had an enormous erection and Ginny smiling into Eddie's face, was slowly manipulating it with her fingers.
She took her lips away from his mouth and stared him right in the eye. "See?" she said softly. "He likes me. He doesn't care who I am. Why can't you want me, too?"
Poor Eddie. He was too aroused to be sensible. He looked at me, his eyes pleading for understanding. I just smiled, suddenly at ease and quite delighted with the prospects the new situation offered.
Ginny lowered her head then and began sucking him while he sat and squirmed, his eyes on me, still pleading. Watching Ginny work on him was making me excited all over again and I'm sure that thinking about the future that was developing for all of us affected me, too. I was so sexually stimulated suddenly, that I couldn't sit still. Then I saw that Ginny had forced Eddie into coming. He sat now quite still, his face twisted ecstatically and I knew that he had enjoyed Ginny's efforts tremendously. She was shaking and in no hurry to quit and the more I thought about what was taking place right in front of me, the hotter I got. I was panting with lust as I used my hand to relieve myself, but neither of them even noticed.
Watching them, I could see that Ginny was using an expertise and pressure that Eddie could not resist and he was rapidly approaching another sexual convulsion that was even more thrilling than his first. After all, I knew Eddie, I loved him and I could tell that Ginny was treating him to exceptional delight. I was happy for him, in a way. All the while I watched them, I was shivering and pulsating with delicious climaxes of my own and when Ginny forced Eddie into another period of excruciating pleasures, I reacted to my own efforts in a similar fashion, watching Eddie as Ginny finished him off.
Ginny lifted her face to smile at him and as she kissed his cheek, he was panting with the struggle to return to normal. He looked over at me and when he saw the shape I was in, grinned a bit sympathetically. I knew then that everything was going to be all right for all of us. Ginny sat on the floor, her head on his knees, looking at him with very real affection. She patted his cheek and then kissed him gently, sweetly.
"Isn't it much nicer this way, Eddie, dear?" she said softly.
He didn't answer her, probably because he couldn't as yet, but his grin was a mile wide. Ginny got to her feet and stretched. She looked at me and seeing the shape I was in, shook her head, smiling at my self-induced state of serenity. I was sitting with my thighs far apart, the visible evidence of my excited climaxes soaking my underwear. I closed my legs and ran upstairs to the bathroom, determined to clean myself up a bit.
I was in the shower when Ginny walked in and joined me. She told me then that she had experienced some repercussions in her own loins since she had enjoyed blowing my husband so keenly. We laughed about it, then got into some clothes. It was time to fix something to eat. Then we could spend hours together making all kinds of love without worrying about anyone disturbing us.
Eddie was quite pleased about things after Ginny talked to him some more and he was dying to get at Ginny. He had always thought her beautiful and utterly desirable and now that he knew he could enjoy her fantastic body he was eager. Ginny began making him steam while I fixed us some food. She was in the kitchen with him, rubbing herself against him, necking with him and every time he tried to put his hands on her she pushed them away. She kept teasing him, knowing that she was inflaming him to a state in which, when we finally went upstairs again, he would be unable to object to anything.
We didn't talk very much over lunch. I think all of us were too excited by the prospect of an afternoon of wild and woolly sex. As soon as we finished eating, Ginny took Eddie by the hand and led the way upstairs. I was well aware that the sheer novelty of the situation would make Eddie want Ginny. He was almost drooling as he watched her move about the bedroom and she knew it and gloried in his attentions. I sat down and just waited, knowing what Ginny would do.
She walked into his arms, the two of them began kissing each other passionately and then Ginny was using her hands on his over stimulated cock. Grinning like a moron when Ginny's hands began undoing his clothes, he helped her and when he was naked, I was envious. His erection was immense and ready for her. She started taking her clothes off too and he just stood and watched; when she was naked, however, he put his hands on her breasts and began squeezing them. Ginny was already trembling.
The way the two of them were carrying on, I might just as well have been in India. Eddie's hands slipped down to hold her buttocks and he pulled her tightly against himself. They were both trembling as they fell onto the bed, Ginny beneath him and guiding him. Then they were caught up in sudden frenzy as they began screwing with fierce, driving passions. They were making lots of noise and just watching them, listening to them, was making me too excited to sit still. My whole body was blazing with lust and I finally got to my feet and out of my clothes. I went over to the bed and sat down beside them. When the great, shuddering spasms shook their bodies, they clung together like frightened children and I watched them, stimulated beyond measure by the swift, devastating bliss they had achieved. Eddie collapsed on top of Ginny and she held him to her, just as I always did and it was a long time before she would let him leave her. But, finally, he crawled away from her and I saw that she was smiling. She looked at me, then pulled me into her arms; her kisses were warm and sweet, her hands were thrilling me as she located all the places of torment, trying to bring me some pleasure, too.
Eddie was lying on the far edge of the bed and when Ginny slid down and found my cunt, he watched us with interest. The things that she was doing to me were turning me into pure flame and the tensions were piling up in my loins and in my mind. Within seconds I found her sex, too and we began making love to each other while the whole world shuddered and shook and time was blotted out and only the living, pulsing loins and glands were important. We were busy with each other for a long time and it was an especially beautiful experience for me because I knew that while Eddie could do much to delight Ginny, she had to have me make love to her in order to finally accomplish the peace and serenity she needed.
We were both exhausted when we finally stopped, each of us incapable of further effort. After a moment, we sat up and looked at Eddie; he was thoroughly aroused again so I knew that watching us had affected him. Ginny went over to him and began kissing him and petting him and I wondered where she got her sexual strength because, after a few preliminary kisses, she went after his aroused cock and began blowing him again. Only this time she was driving him half crazy. She would exert pressures and achieve excessive stimulation until it became apparent that he was very close to coming, then she would ease off and poor Eddie would flounder, not able to achieve what he desperately wanted. Then, when his passions had subsided, she would begin again. Watching them got me turned on; I went to Eddie and began kissing him and really pouring it on while he held me tightly, his mouth wild with excited sexuality. I felt his body suddenly quiver and twitch and I knew that Ginny had gone too far, for he was clutching me and gasping in a frenzy of superb orgiastic splendor. It took him a long, long time to finally return to a state in which he stopped trembling and began to look like himself.
There was no doubt that Eddie was going to be very happy with the way things were shaping up; and I was exceedingly pleased, too. While it was true that I could have a great deal of sexual pleasure with Eddie, by now I had learned that I gained the most in sensual bliss and joy when Ginny and I made love to each other. I couldn't understand it. I had never even suspected that I could enjoy lesbian lovemaking and now I was convinced that it represented the very ultimate in sensuality for me. Ginny seemed to get the same kick out of it, too.
Ginny was lying on the bed, stretched out on her back, resting, but she didn't stay there for very long. I could see that she was still excited and ready for more sex. She seemed inexhaustible and when she smiled at me and pulled me into her arms again, I felt a warm sense of happiness and real pleasure. She was so very lovely and the way she loved me seemed quite special and very wonderful. Eddie was watching us, his gaze was decidedly interested. When we again began making love to each other, slowly, sweetly, he seemed to enjoy watching us; but then I stopped looking at Eddie because the things that Ginny was doing to me with her pretty mouth was making me a little crazy and then we were lusting after each other and everything else became blotted out as we thrived on the excited pulsations of our bodies.
Ginny and I were busy with each other for a long time and I guess the things we did affected Eddie quite strongly. When we finally stopped, too wrung out to continue, Eddie was ready again. I don't know where the wave of sudden desire came from, but I simply moved over to him and began sucking him the way I always did and Ginny watched me while I did it and when she knew that Eddie was close to coming, she began necking with him and once again he began enjoying the very special pleasures of a trio.
After a while, we just sat and talked, mainly because we were too worn out to do anything else. Eddie admitted, a bit sheepishly, that he had always had a yen for Ginny, in spite of her relationship to him and he was exceptionally happy about our new arrangement.
We talked about having Ginny move in with us, but she would not do that. She told us, grinning broadly, that she would want us at her place quite often because there were some other delights she had in mind for us. She explained that she had been quite active sexually, that she belonged to a group of swappers, was a most welcome single and while attending meetings, had picked up some very wonderful ideas and equipment. When we visited her place, she said, she would show us how to have even more fun.
It was becoming apparent that Ginny was going to be the dominant one in our relationship and when she told me that she had some truly delicious plans for me, I shivered with a sense of sensuality, finding the idea of being dominated by Ginny quite appealing. Eddie didn't seem to mind that she was taking charge of things either.
After a while, we decided that we would have a big dinner at our place and then would go to Ginny's apartment and play some more.
"You'll sleep at my place," she told us, "because by the time I have finished with both of you, you'll be too tired and worn out to do anything else. And we'll have all day tomorrow, too, to enjoy ourselves. How's that?"
She was being especially gay and the way she spoke left us no chance to object. We would do as she asked, but I had no idea why. I got the sensation, suddenly, that we were her prisoners, her devoted slaves. And oddly, the thought was sexually exciting. I knew, of course, about the wild, swinging groups and the things that they did and I wanted to experience some of the remarkable joys that such people knew.
It was getting rather late in the day and we took turns in the shower, then got dressed. We wandered around downstairs, working in the kitchen, filled with a delicious lassitude. Eddie sat at the kitchen table, watching us prepare dinner. He had a cup of coffee in front of him and a silly grin on his face. He was very happy, I know.
We had a long, leisurely dinner and as soon as we were finished we got into the car and drove over to Ginny's place. Eddie and I were both excited not knowing just what Ginny would do or want us to do when we got to her apartment; but thinking about some of the things the people in the swinging groups like to do kept me stimulated and interested.
Ginny's place was quite large and tastefully furnished. She earned a good living and had put a lot of money and effort into making her home an attractive and comfortable one. Her bedroom was a large, gray room, with lots of frilly curtains and delicate drapes and she slept in a giant king-size bed. She suggested that we undress as soon as we arrived and no one argued with her. After all, we'd had considerable time to rest and a good meal and we were all sexually excited by the prospect of a whole evening of sex, with the next day ours, too.
We undressed in Ginny's bedroom, the lights were soft and we could see our naked bodies in the long mirror on the bathroom door, which added another element of erotic fun to the whole scene. Ginny walked around, hanging up our things. Eddie and I sat down on the bed, were worked up and eager to begin enjoying the fun and games that Ginny had in mind. When she finished putting our things away, she went into her closet and brought out a suitcase. It was locked, but she got the keys from her bureau drawer. She opened the thick black case and invited us to look at the things she had in it.
There were several paddles and vicious-looking whips as well as a delicate black lace costume that has become quite familiar now to those who enjoy bizarre sex activity or flagellation. There were also two very lifelike dildoes and when she showed us these, I became exceptionally excited, although I couldn't imagine why. Ginny strapped on one of the dildoes and she didn't look ridiculous at all, in spite of the luscious breasts that jutted from her splendid chest. I'd always imagined that a girl would look ludicrous in such a rig, but Ginny did not. She looked at both of us and her smile was not very warm as she explained that she was going to sodomize both of us and then give both of us a good paddling. She said that that sort of treatment would really turn us on and if she was right about us, we would both enjoy such discipline immensely.
Eddie told her that she wasn't going to paddle him, that she might just as well get that idea out of her head. She walked close to him and then slapped him right in the face. It was such a hard blow that he almost toppled off the bed.
"Don't tell me what I am going to do to you," she said coldly. "I will do with both of you as I please. Is that understood?"
I looked at Eddie and his appearance shocked me. He was crying and his resistance had disappeared. He looked just like a little kid who had been punished severely and was afraid to open his mouth again. Ginny stood in front of him, her eyes icy, then she hit him again and the sound of her palm slapping his face was loud and awful somehow. She was furious and I couldn't understand why.
"I'm going to do with you as I please," she repeated. "You do understand that, don't you, brother dear?"
Eddie looked up into her face and nodded. She wasn't satisfied with that. She made him say it, then she smiled and looked at me.
"Are you going to give me any trouble, baby?" she demanded.
I just shook my head, appalled in a way by my own submissiveness. She turned her attention back to Eddie and I could see that any resistance he might have felt was gone. He wouldn't even look at me and when Ginny told him to get down on his hands and knees on the floor, he did it without protest.
She picked up one of the paddles then and began spanking him with it. Just watching it got me so excited I began having lovely little climaxes without even doing anything. Poor Eddie's bottom turned red and raw in a hurry. I wondered why he was letting her do just as she pleased. He was sobbing and I assumed that she was hurting him horribly. But there came a time when she was really laying it on for him and he was just making crazy little noises, groaning, as Ginny knelt behind him and thrust at his rear with the big dildo. He made crazy movements and queer noises and then she had penetrated him. She put her arms around his hips and when I noticed that she was handling his loins and manipulating him, a great, quivering tide of shudders swept through his whole body and it was apparent that my Eddie loved what she was doing to him and was enjoying a monumental orgasm of pleasure. Ginny seemed to know exactly what she was doing and she stayed with him for a long time, using him as a man would a woman and when she finally finished with him, he fell forward onto the floor, writhing in sexual joy. Ginny looked at me, her smile was sparkling with glee.
"You're next," she said, getting to her knees and reaching for the paddle. She told me exactly how she wanted me to be. I was to lie across the bed with my knees on the floor, my bottom exposed. I obeyed her, afraid not to and then she began warming my ass with the paddle. I felt the quick, stinging hurts in my soft flesh, but then it all changed somehow and the tingling, smarting flesh became decidedly stimulated and the erotic qualities made themselves felt. The harder she hit me, the nicer it began to feel. I became aware that I was experiencing orgasms and the more she beat me, the more intense they became until, finally, I was overwhelmed by a monstrous sexual spasm that was the most beautiful sensation I had ever experienced. I'm sure that I passed out, but in a funny way. I could feel the delicious pulsations in my cunt and my brain was flooded with exquisite sensations of pure, rich pleasure and the most amazing thing about it all was that it didn't subside. I then felt myself being penetrated by the dildo and it was in the right place and it was an added delight, but only for a short time and then it was in the wrong place and that was even nicer and I know I fainted from an excess of pure sensual pleasure.
When I finally got back to normal, Eddie was performing cunnilingus for Ginny and when she saw that I was awake, she beckoned me to come to her and I began making love to her lips, then her breasts and finally she captured my cunt and began cunnilingus on me. She almost killed me with the frenzied ardor that she displayed.
She kept both of us busy screwing and eating her for most of the night until sheer weariness made us useless and then we were allowed to fall asleep.
She awakened us early in the morning and it became plain that we were intended to make love to her constantly and that was how we spent the whole day. When our interest flagged, or she depleted us too much, she would paddle us harshly and that seemed to work wonders in reviving our sensuality.
That first weekend sort of set the pattern for the future and we are still with Ginny, only her control over us is now a definite thing. We don't mind too much, really, because we have lots of fun with her. On several occasions we have attended the group sessions that she goes to and we had a very nice time there too. There can be no doubt that Eddie and I are quite devoted to sensuality, we enjoy everything that we are called upon to do and we have met some very nice people. I know now that I am a lesbian, but it doesn't bother me and I find the most rewarding experiences are when Ginny and I practice mutual lovemaking. I have become very happy, very relieved and Eddie is quite content with our way of life. We all are and do not intend to change. That's the way we want to live.
Hilda's acceptance of her nature, insofar as lesbianism is concerned, can be considered by many as merely lip service to an idea. Her case history shows that she has become bisexual and an ardent devotee to the pleasures of exaggerated sensuality. And there are many, on a professional plane, who will applaud her acceptance of herself as she is and consider her not at all unusual.
Regardless of her casual willingness to accept her role and all that it entails, she insists that she is quite happy living as a member of a trio. Perhaps she is, but such a life can be considered quite offensive and perverted to many.
But to some, quite tame.
CHAPTER TWO
While lesbianism is not at all new to most, the psychologists and others expert in these matters, all labored under the belief that lesbian relationships between sisters were rare and perhaps nonexistent. However, the research now being done suggests that this was a fallacious assumption and that many such affairs exist and prosper and the closeness of the girls guarantees their discretion and silence.
The present sexual revolution is bringing to light many unsuspected sexual liaisons and the lesbian relationships that often develop between sisters is no longer surprising to those who are doing the research. Not only do such relationships develop and prosper, in many recorded cases they often involve a brother and rarely, a parent or other relative. Why such relationships should develop, no one seems to know. Many have offered possible explanations, but even those who have participated in such affairs usually have no idea how they got started. Therefore, when a researcher encounters a case history that is admittedly based on an honest effort at soul-searching, it is valuable and interesting.
Much has been written about sibling rivalry and the unfortunate possibilities of such a relationship. The instances of sibling love or affection are supposed to be quite rare, but the textbooks and the research reports are not quite aware of love affairs between sisters and the possible dangers that can develop in such cases.
Very often, the affection and love that can evolve between sisters becomes so intense, so rewarding and so utterly delightful, that nothing they encounter later in life can match it. Too, the more precocious can discover ways and means of inducing sexual excesses and erotic pleasures that normal or ordinary love affairs may not duplicate. Many experts are now wondering if such were not the situations that had produced the old maid couples who have clung to each other right into their dotage. Extensive research into this facet of human behavior is beginning to bring understanding and clinical interest in such relationships to light.
In his excellent book, Sick Sex, Doctor John Somers, a practicing psychiatrist, discussing the lesbian says, "Often Type C (the shy, permissive girl) will overcome her natural timidity and shyness in the presence of the male sex, and having conquered this obstacle, will enter into heterosexual intercourse and abandon lesbianism forever."
Certain authorities in the field of sexology have long considered such a development the ideal solution to the lesbian's problem; however, this answer is being negated by many psychiatrists who are recommending to their lesbian patients an acceptance of themselves and an attempt to enjoy a life of relative happiness.
Even those who have wandered onto the paths of lesbian love never know how such an affair will turn out; or if they leave such tendencies behind them, if they will reoccur. Some simply enjoy that which comes their way with great delight and little concern for the future.
CASE HISTORY
Ella H. is now twenty-seven and divorced. She works as a stenographer and while she is quite pretty, has little interest in men. She is the product of a homosexual relationship that developed between herself and her sister, June. She is a brunette, intelligent and well endowed physically. She is quite willing to talk about her early life in a Midwest home. Her parents both worked and she and her sister June were the only children.
June is about a year older than I am, but I think that she was always smarter and much prettier. She is a honey blonde and very beautiful. I guess you'd say that she and I were always very close. We spent a lot of time together and when I was thirteen, June and I began indulging in sessions of masturbation. You know, we would do it to ourselves and try to see who could achieve a climax first.
I think it all started one afternoon when June thought I had left the house. I walked into our bedroom and she was lying on the bed with her legs spread wide open and her hand between her thighs. She was writhing and squirming and her face was all twisted up and I just stood in the doorway and stared at her. I knew all about masturbation, of course, but I had thought that I was the only one doing it. You know, that's the way kids think, I guess. No one else does the same things you do.
June climaxed. She was breathing heavily and when she opened her eyes she saw me. She sat up and just gaped at me. Then she smiled and put her legs together as she swung them to the floor. I guess I was just too amazed to say anything to her.
"All right," she said, finally. "So now you've got something on me. What are you going to do, tell Ma?"
I shook my head at her.
"Of course not," I said. "Why on earth would I do that?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. I just thought maybe that's what you would do."
"I do the same thing myself," I said honestly. "You could tell on me, too, if you wanted to."
June smiled. She said that she had never even suspected I did things like that, but, after all, I was human, too. She went on to say that when she had time, she could have a grand time all by herself. She knew lots of cute tricks.
I went in and sat down on the bed with her. I was all ears. I wanted to learn all about the tricks she had mentioned. She laughed when I asked her to tell me, but she said that she would if I wouldn't tell anyone. I promised and then she told me that she had been masturbating ever since she was eight. She put things into her pussy and made believe it was a boy and she also put things into her anus and that gave her a lot of pleasure, too. Then she had learned that the vibrator that our parents had in the closet would make her see stars whenever she put it on her sex organs. She said that that was pure delight any time she used it.
We got to talking about it and she wanted to watch me do it. When I wouldn't let her, she said that I could watch her first, if she could watch me afterwards. I thought that over for a while. I had glimpsed June bare, she was truly beautiful without her clothes on and I wanted to see just how she did it, so I agreed.
She laughed and leaned back against the headboard. Then she opened her legs and she had no pants on; I could look at her pussy and while I was staring at it, she slipped her fingers down and began moving them around. She slipped two of her fingers up inside and then she began easing them in and out, all the time staring at me. After a while it just got to be too much for her and she closed her eyes, her face got funny again and I noticed she had the other fingers inside herself and then she sort of went haywire. She started bouncing up and down on the bed and gasping for breath, then she gave a great big sigh and it was all over. She wiped her hand on the bedspread and opened her eyes again. She looked at me rather strangely and told me that just knowing I was watching her had made it a lot more fun.
Then it was my turn to let her watch me do it; I was shy and reluctant, but she pushed me down on the bed and wrestled my panties off. She demanded that I keep my word. I did. I put my fingers down there and did the same things she had done. Very soon I was half crazy with sexual excitement and then I was having a violent orgasm and June was patting my head and telling me to go easy and calm down. I was doing fine, she said. But I wasn't doing fine because it was all over much too soon for me and then I was as limp as a rag and hardly able to breathe.
"You really burn, don't you, Ellie?" June said, "That's nice. I wish I could get that hot doing it."
She made me feel like a freak and I just didn't say anything. She put her arms around me and hugged me until I finally calmed down. We then went into the bathroom and cleaned ourselves between our legs. That was it for that day.
After that, June would suggest that we do it together whenever we were home alone and had nothing else to do. Inevitably, I suppose, June suggested that I do her and she would do me to see if it was nicer when somebody else did it for us. Of course it was, so we got into the habit of masturbating each other.
One Saturday June and I had the house to ourselves she showed me the other things that she did. She had a hairbrush with a long round handle and she would slide this in and out of her vagina. She would put vaseline on a short piece of broom handle and insert that into her anal opening and slide that in and out, too and she would have some truly spectacular orgasms. Watching the way she twisted and writhed got me so excited I just couldn't keep my hands off myself.
When June got herself calmed down, she suggested that we take all of our clothes off and just have a good time. She watched me get undressed and said that I was very pretty and was built nicely. We lay down on the bed and June rolled over kissing me right on the mouth and that felt awfully nice. Her fingers were handling my breasts and squeezing the nipples. I was getting more and more excited by the second. She was smiling at me as she kept on kissing me and I think she knew exactly what she was doing to me. She put her hands between my legs and began talking dirty to me, you know, using all the dirty words, telling me how pretty my cunt was and what pretty breasts I had and how I should try the trick with the broom handle in my ass and the more she talked the more stimulated I became.
She began kissing and sucking my breasts and that was like an electric current racing through my loins. I was having one orgasm right after another and it was so wonderful I almost fainted with sheer pleasure. She was quite daring and made me feel that she loved me and was trying to give me great pleasures. She began kissing me all over and then she was kissing me between my legs. And the next thing I knew I was in orbit, experiencing sensations that were like nothing I'd ever known before. June was ardent and excited too and I was crazy for her to keep on with what she was doing. I'd heard the other kids talking about such things, but I'd never dreamed that cunnilingus could produce such intense sensations and all the while June was tonguing me, I was having steady climaxes. Then she did something particularly nice with her tongue and I began having an orgasm of such excruciatingly beautiful power that I was sobbing and shivering with ecstasy. She stopped when she knew it was all over for me.
She held me in her arms while the storm wore itself out and I gradually calmed down. When I was myself again, she giggled at me and asked me if I had had a nice time. It was a silly question and she knew it. I told her that I had never even dreamed that anything could be so wonderful and she hugged me to her tightly and asked if I wouldn't like to eat her pussy, too.
Surprisingly, I wanted to make love to my pretty sister. I was inexperienced, but quite eager; and when she thrust her lovely breasts toward my lips I went after them like a hungry baby. She took my hand then and put it down between her legs and I became excited and filled with a yearning to taste her cunt, to stimulate her beyond all endurance, to give her as much fun as she had given me. And that was what I did. When I began using my mouth on her most sensitive flesh, she yelled a little at first, but then she went crazy. She kept pushing my face tighter and tighter against herself. She was constantly having orgasms and I just kept on and on until she was whimpering with sexual repercussions. Then she was pushing my eager mouth away from her, groaning and twitching with the orgasm. I moved up, held her and kissed her while the surging waves of sexual release tore through her. It took her a long time to get herself under control and it seemed to me that she had had more fun than I did. After a while, she sat up, took a deep breath and grinned. She said that we had certainly found something quite nice and that we had all day to keep on with it.
Inevitably, we tried the sixty-nine; then she showed me how we could add to our pleasure with the broom-handle and that increased our fun. We spent the entire day in sexual experimentation. and of course, we had a wonderful time.
From that day on we were confirmed lesbians and just kept on with our lovemaking. We shared the same bed and we got so that we would indulge in a session of mutual licking before we went to sleep.
In time, we added variations to our lovemaking. While we'd be making ardent lesbian love to each other, for instance, using dildoes of our own design and although they were crude they did work. We found that we were enjoying a pretty full program of sexual practices but the real thrill for both of us was the long periods of sweet kisses that always culminated in mutual cunnilingus.
When we grew older, we dated boys, but only for the sake of appearances, at first; then because it was pleasant. We both found boys that we liked. We even got married, but it didn't work for either of us. I'm sure that we both tried to make a go of marriage; I know I did, but I just couldn't adjust to the harsh, uncaring handling that I got from my husband, so I finally got a divorce. And so did June.
We have always been very close, we still are. We both have good jobs and while we don't live together, we do spend a great deal of time together. We each have a life of our own, but when we really want to get turned on sexually, we get together, perhaps for a whole weekend. We've become quite content with our lives as they are.
June has a girl friend whom she likes and the two of them often enjoy each other sexually. I have a girl friend that I like, too; but the greatest thrill, of course, is when we get together.
I imagine that June and I will remain single from now on.
In examining a case history such as Ella's, the researcher or the psychologist must wonder if the urge to reproduce, to have a home, a husband and children was affected during the early years that the girl lived. Very often, extensive analyzing reveals that a child is soured on marriage by the experiences of her parents. But Ella reports that her parents got along very well and seemed to love each other very much. She and her sister never did have any great desire for a home and children and it is possible that the exaggerated pleasures their relationship afforded them was quite beyond anything a heterosexual affair could offer. Neither had any inclination toward heterosexual love and they probably never will. Both women are quite content with their lives as they are and whether it will remain the same for the duration of their lives is problematical.
There is always the chance that some young man will come along and excite either one of them and a whole new life may begin. But those who should know suggest that this is entirely unlikely.
CHAPTER THREE
There are many women who know that they are lesbians and they seek marriage mainly as a shield, a device that will mask their true natures. Perhaps this need stems from a sense of shame, or the desire to avoid the criticisms of others. There are many latent lesbians who marry with no idea of their true nature and when circumstances force them to realize their fondness for homosexual experiences, those who manage in the milieu of marriage consider themselves bisexual rather than the more definite type of lesbian.
The psychologists have a tendency to believe that the lesbian has a difficult time in marriage because the need to stimulate and to pretend is an ever-present element in her marriage. Too often, a husband equates his wife's ability to enjoy the sexual act with his own vigor or the measure of his wife's love for him.
It is entirely possible that many women who marry and then discover themselves susceptible to sexual desires with others of the same sex are bisexuals by nature.
Dr. Magnus Hirschfeld insisted that the homosexual was a member of the "third sex," and that the homosexual's behavior was caused by glandular imbalances, that is by the glands that produce hormones. Havelock Ellis considered homosexuality as the result of organic structure as well as of unusual hormone balance. Freud saw homosexuals as being neurotically fixated at an infantile stage.
Regardless of the cause, homosexuals of both sexes are on the increase in the present society and many lesbians are marrying for any number of reasons.
It is perfectly possible for an overt lesbian to meet a man and actually feel what passes for love for him. Other reasons may be the desire to reproduce, a dislike of working for a living or the simple need for a shield, a husband who will confound those who might accuse.
Whatever the reasons for a lesbian's marriage, many who try it report that it is really a rocky road fraught with many heartbreaking experiences and disappointments.
The lesbian in marriage is often the type whose husband decides that she is cold, frigid. She would rather be left alone than indulge in sexual intercourse, she begins to implement little devices in order to avoid physical contact. Perhaps she is always tired; perhaps she can only be aroused after a few drinks, but the few drinks may get her too drunk for anything other than sleep; perhaps she yearns to stay up late and watch the late show. And so on, ad infinitum. The little games that women play in order to avoid sex are so well-known it is pointless to list them, but they do suggest how the lesbian can survive in marriage.
Many of those who have sought professional help for their problems report that the honeymoon was a time of pure delight. They entered into the conjugal state believing they were in love and if they were candidly aware of their state, perhaps their sensuality was at its highest level, their libido in full flower and the short period of honeymoon was fine. But, after the settling down period, the reluctance to participate in sex appeared. In some cases, women with excessive libidinous strength were able to delight their husbands with no difficulty whatsoever, but the reasons they developed for their functions were somewhat specious.
One lovely young girl who sought psychiatric help for her problem reported to her doctor that shortly after her marriage began, her husband persuaded her to try fellatio on him. She did and discovered that it was something that appealed to her enormously and something that she loved doing. and because the pleasures he felt were so intense, the husband was quite content with that type of lovemaking and they bothered with nothing else, for a time.
CASE HISTORY
Rhoda M. is twenty-six years old and her husband is thirty-two. They have been married for six years and consider themselves swingers, real sexpots. According to what Rhoda says, she feels that her sexual inclinations are fouled up and need straightening out.
Harry, that's my husband, likes it when I blow him, she says. He gets more fun out of that mainly because I have become so talented at it. But he doesn't know the truth. You see, when I know that I am going to blow him, I am filled with an enormous sense of power and I know that I will begin with him and just keep it up until I have drained him of all strength. Sometimes, on a Saturday or Sunday, he will lie in bed and just let me keep sucking him all day and after dinner I go right back to it again.
But, all the time that I am doing it, I am filled with this sense of elation. I am a vampire draining him of all life forces and bringing him down to the status of a child. This is what I am definitely trying to do. Oh, I've learned so many little tricks, with my fingernails on his balls, or a finger in his anus and I can keep him flowing steadily all the while I'm working on him; and any time I want him to come, I just make it happen. And there are many times when I've been sucking him all day and all evening when he is so weak he can't even get out of bed to go to the bathroom. We have a bedpan right in our bedroom because he needs it when I get done with him.
So, I am convinced that my instincts are evil and I know that I should change. I know also that I am a lesbian by instinct and I just can't stand knowing that about myself.
Extensive investigation by her therapist reveals that Rhoda and Harry were both working when they met and had tried sex several times before they decided to get married. Rhoda was convinced that she was in love with her husband and was quite willing to make love to him in any fashion that he enjoyed. While her preoccupation was with fellatio, it was by no means her only sexual activity. She assumes that she and her husband were both oversexed and they tried everything, including anal intercourse, analingus and copulation in a variety of different positions. Harry enjoyed practicing cunnilingus and she relished this immensely. Amplifying her statement somewhat, she reported that Harry would perform cunnilingus on her while she was fellating him, but there were times when her sexual flesh was too sensitive.
I'd make him stop, but I would keep right on sucking him, and after a while, I'd let him have my pussy again. You see, once he got me started with his tongue, just sucking him would make me keep coming all day. There were lots of days when I would overdo it, he would take it away from me and I'd walk around pouting and being mean to him until he finally let me have it again.
I can't help it, the compulsion is always there in me and if he sits down to watch a TV show or to read, I settle at his feet, take his prick out and suck it. I can't help it. That's the way I am. So, finally, Harry had complained about me. He said I was just too much. That's when we started talking about the clubs.
It has been said that it is perfectly possible to live next door to a couple who are mate swappers or ardent devotees of the sex clubs and never be aware of it. This was true in the case of Rhoda and Harry. Their neighbors and good friends, were a young couple in their early thirties. Connie was a tall brunette with a marvelous figure, a truly beautiful girl who was well aware of her structural endowments. Lee, her husband was a tall, handsome man with an easygoing disposition and a quick smile. Rhoda and Harry had gotten to know them rather well and one evening when they were visiting together in Rhoda's house, Harry made a remark about Rhoda's insatiable passions. It was a kidding remark, but it made Rhoda blush and she noticed that Connie gave her a long, wondering look and she blushed even deeper. She changed the subject in a hurry and there was no more said about love or romance.
Connie came over the next morning, Rhoda says, right after Harry went off to work. I quit work right after we got married so I was usually home alone all day. Well, this morning, Connie wanted to have some coffee and talk and she often ran in like that, so I didn't think anything about her visit.
Somehow, the talk got around to sex and Connie said she was surprised to hear Harry make a comment that I was red hot. That was the wrong thing to say in front of Lee, her husband, she said, because he had had his eye on me for a long time. I just laughed at that. I was sure that she was kidding. But she wasn't.
"You can't blame him, Rhodie," she said. "After all, you are a very beautiful blonde and Lee's got a thing about blondes. And you have a gorgeous figure, anyone can see that."
She surprised me because I had no idea that either of them even noticed me. But Connie assured me that they did. She reminded me of an afternoon when I had been lying down in our yard on a chaise in my bikini.
"You nearly drove Lee out of his mind," Connie said. "It took me hours to satisfy him after that. You looked sort of cute to me, too! I guess you don't realize how lovely you are."
The way Connie was talking made me nervous and I tried to change the subject, but she kept on and on about sex and marriage and there was no heading her off. She went into the intimate details of her life with Lee. He was a real all-around camper and she hated it when he went down on her because he just wouldn't quit. The smell of her sex and the fluids she expelled when she came just drove him out of his head and he sucked her so hard she was sure that everything was going to be dragged out of her. That kind of talk.
So, she said it all got to be too much for her. She had suggested to Lee then, that they join a group and they began looking around until, finally, they found a group that they liked. They had been members for two years, but they had kept it a secret because what they did was their own business.
I guess I just stared at her in open mouthed amazement because I had never even suspected. She smiled at my surprise.
"Well," she said, "don't look so shocked. Lots of young, married couples are joining groups and having all sorts of fun. And why not? You only live once and while sex may be lots of fun with your husband, it's a hundred times nicer with somebody else's husband. Oh, we have a very sophisticated group and we switch off and try everything. I don't know why, but after hearing Harry talk the other night, I just thought you two might be interested in joining a group. It's lots of fun and the guys and gals are all very wonderful. If you want, maybe we can get you in."
I just sat and stared at Connie, too astonished to say anything. Then I said, "But, you're so pretty, so truly lovely. Why would you join a club?"
Connie laughed at me. "Honey," she said, "the groups want the pretty ones. Who wants to bang an ugly broad? No one. So, the real pretty wives are at a premium. You'd be a real prize."
Rhoda went on to say that she was so amazed by what Connie was telling her that she just couldn't accept the whole idea all at once. The two girls were in Rhoda's kitchen having some coffee and Rhoda got up and poured some more into Connie's cup and her own. She insists that the idea of joining such a group was the furthest thing from her mind. She had always thought such clubs were evil and horrible. But Connie and Lee were handsome young people and their marriage seemed quite sound. Why would they do it? Connie tried to explain it all to her.
She and Lee had become quite jaded with their own sex life and they thought that joining a club might provide new thrills for them and maybe teach them a few new tricks. And they certainly had learned plenty.
Rhoda admits that once Connie confided in her she was anxious to hear all about what took place at a typical club meeting and Connie didn't mind telling her.
"Well, we have about forty members now," Connie said, "and most of them are married couples. We have two girls who are single and two guys, but they are most welcome. We rarely get together all at once. At a usual meeting maybe seven or eight couples will show up and the meetings are usually held in a big old house where this one couple lives. They are very lovely people and the club pays for the privilege of meeting there; you know, like helping out with the rent? I don't think Don and Ida, that's the couple, ever use the money. They spend it on equipment and dildoes."
Rhoda knew a bit about equipment, but she wanted to hear all of the details so she persuaded Connie to tell her what equipment the group possessed. Connie obliged.
Her group had several fancy upholstered racks for disciplining, thick perforated straps that were used for flogging a subject and an extensive collection of whips and other flagellating tools as well as several black leather costumes that were worn by those who would wield the whips. There were many remarkably lifelike dildoes of varying sizes, complete with testicular developments as well as bulbs and hoses that permitted the user to expel a discharge whenever desired. The whole thing was quite amazing to Rhoda and she discovered that she was becoming sexually excited just listening to Connie talk about such things. Connie went on to add that her group had their own drugstore, practically. Just in case anyone needed first aid after a session with the whips. Too, there was a large collection of oils and unguents and salves that had a very special purpose. The females were required to shave their pubic area and thereafter keep it clean by using a depilatory cream. However, on a meeting night the girls would shave just before they left for a meeting.
"That's to open all the pores," Connie explained. "Then, when the fun and games begin each girl has to massage some lotion into her whole sexual area, and once that starts working, man, you just get so excited you can't sit still you just keep on coming all the time. Some of the guys keep themselves shaved too, but most of them don't. They never know when they may have to be examined or something. But we have other things, too. Some guys are repelled by a girl's hairless cunt. They feel like they are raping a child, so we have hairpieces that a girl can attach just in case the guy wants it that way. A pussy toupee."
I was sure then that Connie was kidding me, but she was not. They actually did have hairpieces.
"Hell," Connie said, "there's nothing unusual about that. It is so common, they have a name for them. Get out a big dictionary and look up the word merkin. That's what they are called."
I had a large dictionary and left Connie long enough to look up the word. I was surprised to learn that Connie had told me the truth. From then on, I accepted everything else that Connie had said as truth, too. When I returned to the kitchen table, my senses were reeling and I was filled with a sensual agitation that was most unusual.
I asked Connie to tell me more and she did. She explained that all sorts of sex acts were practiced, that they played lots of interesting games. "For instance," she said, "there is one game that is very popular. It's mates. Each person is given a small piece of cardboard with a number on it. The two people who have the same number spend an hour having sex together. All number holders find their partner and enjoy an hour of bed thrills."
I wondered what happened if two boys or two girls were mated. Connie just smiled and said that that was the purpose of the game. Lots of members really enjoyed homosexual acts and the game made them do what they wanted to do anyway. She went on to say that she loved making love to another girl. She couldn't help it. That was the way she was made. I was disgusted by that idea.
"I couldn't ever do that," I said, positively.
Connie just smiled at me, then asked if I'd ever tried it. I told her no. Connie just smiled again.
"You'll get around to it," she said. "You will, believe me."
Connie told me that she wasn't recruiting for her club, that she just thought that since we were such close friends, I should know all about her. She suggested that I think things over and if I decided that I might like my life to change, well, we could talk about it then.
Connie changed the subject and we sat and finished our coffee; then Connie went home. I kept everything that Connie had told me to myself. I didn't even tell Harry. But, one night after I'd been particularly over-enthusiastic in my use of his sexual organs and he was a bit inflamed and sore because of my exceptional sucking of his prick, I teased him and asked him if he wanted to get some help with me. "Maybe we can join a sex club and that way I'll have many cocks to suck," I said. He gave me a startled look and then grinned. He said maybe I had a good idea. He could use a little relief.
It was all kidding and teasing, but I think Harry got to thinking about it because about a week later he referred to my remark again and we actually sat down and discussed it. That was when I told him about Connie and Lee. And I think the possibility of getting his hands on Connie affected him quite seriously. He actually began thinking about it all quite earnestly.
One night, about a week later, we had Lee and Connie over and we asked them to talk to us about the club and why they felt that they wanted to be involved so intimately with total strangers. Connie, of course, had told Lee about her talk with me and that she and I had discussed the possibility of at least talking about it.
Frankly, I was very much excited sexually the night we talked and just listening to Lee repeat the same things Connie had talked about with me kept me in a state of high excitement.
The first time we talked about swapping and sex groups, Harry just listened while Lee and Connie talked. Harry had a silly, lopsided grin on his face all the time Lee was telling him about the way the club was run and he couldn't take his eyes off Connie. She was giving him a very sweet smile and I knew that he was getting steamed up, but I didn't mind that. As soon as Lee and Connie went home I knew my Harry would be ready for attention and he would sure get it. That's the way it turned out, too.
Just talking about joining a club had gotten Harry so sexually stimulated it took me hours to exhaust him and he went down on me, too, for a long, long time. So we knew that the idea of extramarital sex was certainly appealing to us anyway.
The next day, I went over to Connie's house to have coffee with her and we talked some more. Connie was wearing a transparent negligee and I was able to see the naked flesh of her beautiful breasts arid the stiff pink nipples through the gauzy garment. She teased me about my reaction to girl flesh when I guess it became apparent that I was very much affected. I was trembling. But we laughed about that and after we had finished our coffee, Connie invited me to come into her bedroom and keep her company while she dressed. I was eager to accompany her and once inside the bedroom, Connie removed her robe and walked around naked for a time, hunting the things that she was going to put on.
She was unbelievably gorgeous. Her breasts were so beautiful, so firm and bewitching. I guess I inspected them pretty intently. Connie was smiling as she caught me looking at them. The nipples stuck straight out just like tiny strawberries and they were the same color. She had a tiny waist and her softly rounded hips flared out and her legs were perfect. She looked a bit odd with no hair on her pussy, but that was only at first, then it was exciting and sort of naughty. When she turned and walked over to her bureau to get out her stockings I gazed at the sweet roundness of her buttocks and realized that I was gasping for breath and was in bad shape. Watching her was affecting me the same way that fooling with Harry did, but it was even worse.
When she got her stockings, she sat down on the edge of a chair. She had her legs wide open and I was looking at the tiny lips of her cunny and I was sure that she was doing it to me deliberately, I mean letting me look at her there. She changed her mind about the stockings, came over to me and put her arms around my shoulders. I was shivering like I had a chill and I was on fire between my legs. Connie slipped to her knees in front of me and smiled up at me and my agitation. I was utterly helpless and she knew it. When she slid her hand up my thigh, I just moved my hips forward and opened my legs. She giggled because I didn't have any panties on. Later, when we talked, we wondered if I had left them off deliberately, hoping for such contact.
She began using her fingers in my pussy, and as soon as I started squirming and reacting to her hands, she simply slid her face into my crotch and then her tongue slid up inside me and I was coming in seconds. It was a sweet, intense orgasm, overwhelming in its magnitude and I was shaking violently, almost falling off the chair. When Connie stopped, I almost died. She stood up and took my hand; and then we were on the bed with her mouth there again and I went out of my skull with pure ecstasy. Connie was on top of me and I realized that her delicate little cunny was just above my mouth. Instinctively, I'm sure, I found it and then I was tasting her and as soon as I slid my tongue inside the tiny little opening, she came. I could feel the heavy, powerful convulsions in her and I realized that I was having an orgasm, too. I knew then that I had found a new experience, a new delight and making love to Connie's pussy was even nicer than doing the same thing to Harry. In a very short time we both lost control and then we were like animals with each other and kept right on making love for hours.
When physical exhaustion forced the two girls into a rest period, they talked and Rhoda admitted to Connie that she had discovered something new about herself. Making love to a girl was not like doing it with a man. The thrills were greater and the hungers impossible to describe. Connie, conscious of her lesbianism, agreed, explaining to Rhoda that one of the reasons that she enjoyed the club so much was that she got ample opportunity there to indulge her lesbian instincts to the utmost. And she had to find a way to satisfy her hungers. She was glad that they had tried each other because she had enjoyed making love to Rhoda and she said they would try it again in just a little while.
Rhoda undressed and then lay on the bed while Connie made ardent love to her, explaining the techniques involved as she went along and when the stimulation became too much for Rhoda, Connie slid her mouth up the smooth flesh of Rhoda's thighs and then performed cunnilingus until Rhoda's orgasms calmed her. Then Connie resumed her lovemaking with renewed vigor.
Rhoda explained that Connie kissed her mouth, petted her, then inserted her tongue deep inside Rhoda's mouth, stimulating her with passionate, tender kisses; and while they were necking, Connie's hands and fingers played with her breasts, then Connie's mouth spent a great deal of time with Rhoda's nipples. Rhoda said that Connie enjoyed giving her "a trip around the world," kissing everything, making love with tongue and teeth and crawling lips and using her hands to further inflame the tactile flesh until Rhoda began panting and shuddering in an excess of sensual stimulation. When that point was reached, Connie again used her mouth to ease the tensions in her sexual organs and then it all began again.
Rhoda reports that in spite of her enjoyment of Connie's lovemaking, she was filled with a desire to do the same things to Connie. She wanted to kiss and love the girl's body and she was drooling with a hunger to taste Connie's sexual excretions. This was an overpowering compulsion and she finally reached the point where she was begging Connie to be allowed to make love to her, too. Connie consented and lay still, letting Rhoda learn the intricate delicacies of girl lovemaking, Rhoda was an eager pupil and Connie coached her and directed her as Rhoda made love to every part of Connie's body. Connie had performed analingus on her and demanded the same from Rhoda, who obliged her with what she claims as "apparent delight." This, after expecting to be repelled by the request, she says, became something she did quite naturally. It happened without her being actually aware of what she was doing.
The two girls spent the entire day in love-making. By the time Rhoda went home to her own house she was a confirmed lesbian and not at all distressed by the knowledge.
In the days that followed, she and Connie indulged themselves without reservation and life became, Rhoda claims, an experience of exceptional pleasures for her. While she was shamelessly making love to Connie all day, she would find that she was equally ardent for the night of love-making with Harry. Such extreme sensuality soon began to worry her a bit, but not enough for her to seek help.
After the two girls developed a steady relationship of lesbian lovemaking, there was no further talk of the club, or of Rhoda and Harry's joining. She says that she and Connie were just too busy with their "newfound happiness."
Naturally, during their long hours of love-making they talked a great deal and Rhoda confessed her fondness for fellatio and the male product that Harry dispensed with such generosity and Connie admitted that she, too, was an addict.
One morning, shortly after that conversation, Rhoda went into Connie's house and found her still in bed. Connie was full of giggles and secret smiles and was eager for Rhoda to make love to her right away. Rhoda, eager to comply, got into bed with Connie.
Connie was especially lubricous and I feasted on the sweetness of her cunt. Her own ardor forced Connie into many voluptuous orgasms and she finally shifted in the bed and found my pussy. We then began a frantic sixty-nine that lasted for hours.
We exhausted ourselves and then I helped Connie fix our lunch. While we were eating, Connie revealed that she had persuaded Lee, her husband, to have sex with her before he went to work. When I became aware of the reason for Connie's excessive lubricity, I was at first repelled, but then, after I thought about it, I was quite delighted. There was something so deliciously naughty about something like that, I thought. I told Connie how I felt about it and we decided that Connie would repeat that little trick each morning, and after Lee left for work, I'd find her quite enticing.
This plan worked beautifully. Lee accepted Connie's explanation of her early morning passions. She told me that she told him that she always got hot when she first woke up, that she wanted him then. Well rested after a good night's sleep, Lee was always quite willing to accommodate her, Connie said, so I found myself, in a way, enjoying the fruits of two men and was pleased by the way things had worked out for me.
The inevitable happened one morning when Lee forgot something and returned for it, only to find his wife and the girl next door locked together in frantic lovemaking. Rhoda says that she was so deeply enmeshed in sensual pleasures she was totally unconscious of Lee's presence in the bedroom and Connie's frantic attempts to dislodge her failed to do so immediately. After a time, it dawned on her that something was amiss and her senses returned to her. She saw that Lee was in the room with them, but she was too sensually involved to really care. He was sitting in a chair beside the bed, smiling at them, apparently amused by the situation.
It was Connie who asked him if he had to go to work. Why couldn't he call in and take the day off? Lee said he could do that and left the room for a short time. Connie tried to explain things to Rhoda, but she was too far gone to know or care about anything other than the excessive and demanding passions that were raging in her loins. When Lee returned to the bedroom, he was grinning broadly.
He undressed and climbed into the bed with the two girls and Connie told him what Rhoda liked most. He then simply sat up and let her get her mouth on his already inflamed sexual organ. While Rhoda fellated him hungrily, he kissed Connie and made ardent love to her, shifting finally so that he could perform cunnilingus for her while she did the same thing for Rhoda.
Rhoda had no idea how long the initial activities took, but she reached a point where she was alert enough to accept Lee's huge organ into her vagina and enjoy an extended period of eager copulation with him, while Connie watched and used her fingers to stimulate her husband's testicles to greater excitement.
The three of them spent most of the day in frenzied sexual acts that included copulation with both women on the part of Lee; then, while he was copulating with Connie, she was performing cunnilingus on Rhoda. When Lee was finished with Connie, Rhoda performed cunnilingus with Connie. Later, when Lee was capable, he asked the girls to reverse positions and then copulated with Rhoda.
At one point during the day, Rhoda says, Connie brought out a dildo that she used when sodomizing Lee and Rhoda was amazed at the lifelike sexual gadget and the flesh-colored harness that fixed it firmly in place on Connie's hairless pubis. Rhoda says she discovered that she enjoyed anal intercourse and was particularly pleased when she was allowed to wear the dildo and sodomize both of her neighbors.
When it was time for Rhoda to return to her own home, the trio managed to talk and do some plotting. It was decided that Harry would be persuaded to join in their "fun and games" as a prelude to applying for club membership.
A few nights later, Connie and Lee visited with Harry and Rhoda and the subject of joining a sex group was broached again. Oddly enough, Harry was the one to express the most interest. He was unaware of the fact that Rhoda was in the habit of enjoying sex with both Lee and Connie while he was at work and he was concerned that Rhoda might not want to join a group. Rhoda was deliberately diffident and girlish in her attitude and it was decided that perhaps the four of them might try swapping.
Harry, Rhoda said, was so eager to get at Connie that he couldn't wait to get started, but Lee and Connie suggested that Harry and Rhoda give the matter due consideration, and if they still felt that they wanted to consort and cavort sexually with their neighbors, the orgy would begin the following Friday evening and continue for the whole weekend.
The next day, while Rhoda and Connie were making love as usual, Connie told Rhoda that she and Lee had deliberately put Harry off, so to speak, knowing that he would be climbing the walls by the end of the week. And he was.
By Friday evening Harry was just dying to begin playing games with the neighbors and when Lee and Connie called and invited them over, Harry and Rhoda simply went next door with the clear understanding that they would remain there for the whole weekend.
Once we got inside Connie's house, Harry couldn't wait to get his clothes off, Rhoda said. His eagerness sort of covered up my lack of embarrassment. Connie and I went into the master bedroom and took everything off and when we joined the men they were naked, too. It was as simple as that. Connie went over to Harry and pushed him down into a chair, then climbed onto his lap. He was already up and when Connie touched his rod he started shaking. Handling Connie's breasts with one hand, he had the other in her crotch. The way he was carrying on I was sure he would pop before he got a chance to do anything, but Connie must have figured that out too, because she slid off his lap and then used her mouth. It didn't matter then how fast he came. She gave him a really nice time of it for a while and I didn't mind because I was sitting on Lee's lap and his big rod was way up inside of me.
Rhoda's description of the weekend orgy that followed was very similar to what is usual in such cases of neighbors swapping mates. The first night, she and Lee shared one bed while Harry and Connie shared another. In the morning both couples had a session of sex with their bed partners before breakfast. By the time the morning meal was concluded the men were ready for more sex and when they were exhausted the girls eventually aroused the men again and they were invited to "join the fun," which they did promptly.
According to Rhoda's statement, the weekend finally exhausted all of them and by Sunday night they were quite content to sit and talk. It was decided then that Rhoda and Harry would be invited to the next meeting of the swap club that Lee and Connie belonged to, if it could be arranged.
During the week that followed, the four of them continued their new sport, visiting in each other's houses and each other's beds. Lee arrived home one evening to say that he had talked with the membership committee at the club and that they were delighted to invite Harry and Rhoda to be guests at the next meeting. This was to be in another ten days and during that time Connie and Lee took it upon themselves to initiate their neighbors into every possible experience they might encounter at the club meeting. Both Rhoda and Harry had to submit to spankings and whippings at the hands of Lee and Connie, but, perversely, Harry and Rhoda thrilled to corporeal punishment and experienced reactions that were, for them, pure splendor. They began looking forward to their initiation into the swap group with great joy.
The actual group session, however, turned out to be rather tame to Rhoda and Harry. They had been having as much fun, if not more, with their attractive neighbors, Rhoda says. There were initiation activities, but Harry and Rhoda simply enjoyed them. Over a period of time, Rhoda was required to fellate each of the men present while Harry was required to perform cunnilingus on each of the women. The guests were all beautiful people and Harry and Rhoda enjoyed themselves to the fullest, but when .the meeting was at an end they went home and joined their neighbors in yet another session of unbridled sensuality. This became a way of life for them.
Rhoda says that she and her husband joined the club and became devoted members, but she has become worried that her sensuality had gotten too far out of hand and she sought psychiatric help.
One of the direct distillations of her constant association with Connie and Lee is the knowledge that she has fallen desperately in love with Connie and her state of mind has been threatening the foundations of two marriages. For this reason, she feels that she needs help.
The therapist in his notes offers little hope of change for Rhoda. Convinced that she was a latent lesbian who simply became overt because of her preoccupation with bisexual activities, the therapist was convinced that Rhoda's desire to change was spurious and her recital a form of catharsis that did little for her.
The psychiatrists are quite familiar with cases such as Rhoda presented and many of them regard the possibility of a real change in her sexual personality as well-nigh impossible.
Many blame Sigmund Freud's oft-repeated assertion that suppressing one's sexual needs may induce neurosis for the uninhibited for the bizarre sensualism thriving in our midst today; and many of those who are deeply involved with the swingers and the swappers, or are homosexual by nature and work at it, will offer good and sufficient reason for their complete sexual freedom.
After all, no one wants a neurosis.
CHAPTER FOUR
While it is true that lesbians come in all shapes and sizes, our present society has become well aware of the bull dyke and the mannish type and are prepared to accept them as emotional deviates. But these are fast disappearing types and it is almost impossible to recognize a lesbian nowadays.
In his recent book, Sick Sex, Dr. John H. Somers, a practicing psychiatrist, says that there are at least four types of lesbians: the successful businesswoman type who still wants to be boss once she has made a conquest; the small, delicately made female who exudes femininity but matches the preceding type in aggressiveness once contact has been made; then there is the shy, timid girl who is susceptible to lesbian activity only because there is no outlet for heterosexual love at hand and whose sexual hungers force her into submission; finally, of course, there is the real pro and this type is not the girl who can stomach marriage or a man. She is in direct competition with men and her whole psychic structure is arranged for sexual love with another female.
Many authorities tend to believe that the shy, timid type is the one who most often tries marriage and often succeeds in making it work. Doctor Somers says that this type, in spite of her submissive nature, may and often does, find exceedingly great satisfaction with a male and it is possible for her to turn her back upon lesbian relationships and become quite content with heterosexual love and a husband.
Unfortunately, her shy and submissive personality often places her in dire jeopardy when she encounters a lesbian who recognizes her personality pattern and knows how to use it for her own purposes. Continuing his remarks about the timid, submissive type, Doctor Somers points out that many lesbians deliberately seek such types not only because the weak personality and submissive nature makes their own aggressiveness seem much more powerful, more masculine, but because the shy ones are easily exploited for the sheer perverted pleasures of the dominant ones. When a dedicated and perverted lesbian encounters the submissive type, the results of such a meeting are often quite amazing.
Oddly enough, when shy and timid girls marry, they seem to choose the same type of personality in the men they marry, or, perhaps, to put it into other words, it is quite likely that two timid and submissive types will marry and often get along quite well until something happens to upset the apple cart of their marriage.
Many of the shy girls, who have a rough time of it just living, are often persuaded or dominated by others to an extent that would seem to be unbelievable. And their sexuality can also be directed, or controlled, to the point where lesbian or homosexual sex, for them, is just as much fun as heterosexual activity.
Discussing this facet of the human personality, Dr. Alfred C. Kinsey, in Sexual Behavior In The Human Female, says:
There are some persons whose sexual reactions and sociosexual activities are directed only toward individuals of their own sex. There are others whose psychosexual reactions and sociosexual activities are directed, throughout their lives, only toward individuals of the opposite sex. These are the extreme patterns which are labeled homosexuality and heterosexuality. There remains, however, among both females and males, a considerable number of persons who include both homosexual and heterosexual responses and/or activities in their histories. This group of persons is identified in the literature as bisexual.
That there are individuals who react psychologically to both females and males and who have overt sexual relations with both females and males in the course of their lives, or in any single period of their lives, is a fact of which many persons are unaware; and many of those who are academically aware of it still fail to comprehend the realities of the situation. It is a characteristic of the human mind that it tries to dichotomize in its classification of phenomena. Things either are so, or they are not so. Sexual behavior is either normal or abnormal; and many persons do not want to believe that there are graduations in these matters from one to the other extreme.
Doctor Kinsey's research teams flourished quite a long time ago and much has been learned since about present-day sexuality, but little of our present learning conflicts with Kinsey. The facts would suggest, however, that the bisexuals are on the increase and many of those who are involved in the mate swapping groups, or the sex clubs, admit that the bisexual has a much better time of it and those who are not bisexual are rather quickly converted. In a recent newspaper article it was stated that an estimated fourteen million people are now mate swapping and indulging in bizarre sexual acts. and it is said, most of these people become bisexual; at least they do when performing in group sex.
One very pretty young lady, discussing this facet of today's swinging groups, said, "Well, after all, a guy can do just so much and when he's down and you're still on fire, you have to do something, so a session of lesbianism can seem quite attractive. So, lots of the girls have gotten into the habit of making it with another girl while the guy she is using builds up again."
The conditional response syndrome is apparently a part of such a sexual program. Girls who are forced to accept lesbian acts as a form of penance, or forfeit, which the clubs do exact, can in time become quite pleasurable and utterly desirable as a source of sensual ecstasy. Just as Pavlov's dogs were trained to respond to certain stimuli, human sexuality can be manipulated; and because this is true, many odd situations can develop.
CASE HISTORY
Beth P. is a very pretty brunette with a stunning figure, in spite of the fact that she is only five feet tall. She is twenty-three and has been married for four years. Her husband, Elwood, is three years older and like Beth, he is short. He earns an excellent living as a draftsman and the two live in a big old house on the outskirts of the city.
I have always been very shy and actually timid and I had a really bad time of it in high school. For some reason, a lot of boys wanted to take me out, but I was afraid to go out, mainly because I knew that I had no defenses against anyone who was at all aggressive. So, I pretended that my parents wouldn't let me go out and that was that.
But I have always been very much oversexed. I began masturbating when I was still a child and the intense pleasure that my own body could provide for me seemed to increase as I grew older. I was still a virgin when I met Elwood. I guess we were sort of drawn together because he is shy and timid, too and I was never afraid of him. When we got married, we hit it off sexually right from the start because Elwood is also very sexy.
After a rather hurried honeymoon, Beth and Elwood rented the big house they live in now and became very busy with furnishing their new home and settling down to a life together. Beth describes their sexual life as the ordinary kiss, pet and coitus pattern. They yearned to try some of the other things they read about, but both were too timid and their sex life settled into a pattern that became routine and dull, she says.
Elwood isn't built very large in his privates, Beth says, but he makes up for that in how many times he can do it. But, even at that, there were so many nights when I would get up and go into the bathroom and use my hand to finish me off. and during the day when I was at home alone, I would masturbate at least once a day. I just couldn't help myself.
In spite of her inadequate sex life, Beth never once talked about her needs with her husband. She says she was always afraid that he would think her a slut. So, she just continued with her constant masturbatory practices, life went on routinely and she became resigned to her marriage and its inadequacies, letting it go at that. Although her life was not exciting, it was tolerable, she says.
Two days after Elwood and I were married, Beth says, we just didn't have money for furniture and things so I tried to economize wherever I could. I found this old, used, living room set and I just loved its looks, but it needed re-upholstering. We couldn't afford to have it done right away, but we decided to buy the set and have it redone when we had the money. It took us two years before we had enough to call someone in and get an estimate. By then Elwood was making lots of money and we could afford nice material. So I called this company and they said that they would send us an estimator.
The very next morning, the doorbell rang and when I answered it, there was this beautiful young blonde girl standing on the porch. She smiled and told me that her name was Vivian and that she was the estimator I was expecting. She was so beautiful and so well dressed, I guess she sort of overwhelmed me. I let her in and she followed me into the living room. She took a tape measure out of her purse and began taking measurements. I explained to her about how I liked the set and wanted to keep it. She agreed that it was excellent furniture and just needed redoing. She would see what she could do.
When I offered her some coffee, she accepted. While I went out to the kitchen to get the coffee, she went out to her car for the sample book of fabrics. We sat down and she showed me all sorts of fabrics, but I just couldn't make up my mind. As I began apologizing for my indecision, she just smiled and told me to take all the time I wanted. After all, we'd have to live with it for a long, long time.
Vivian affected me rather oddly right from the start. She had a wonderful figure filling her stylish dress and her legs were exquisite in her high heels and sleek sheer hose. Something about her beauty made me a bit tongue-tied, I guess. She gave me a price for what I wanted done, which was all right, but I just couldn't make up my mind about the fabric. She asked me finally if I would like her to stop in, in the evening and consult with my husband and myself. Perhaps we could come to a decision if we had a conference. I agreed to that and she left. As soon as she was gone, I was lonely. The fragrance of her perfume lingered in the house and I couldn't stop thinking about her.
It's strange, probably, but I kept thinking about Vivian all day. She was so impressive, so beautiful, so sure of herself. She was everything that I had always wanted to be. I don't know why, but thinking about her and remembering her beautiful figure, her pretty face and flashing smile seemed to affect me oddly. I became exceptionally aroused. I couldn't imagine why.
Perhaps I should say that I have always had the problem of being assailed by an irresistible sensuality, for no apparent reason at all, and unless I did something about it promptly, the condition would worsen and I wouldn't be able to think of anything else. The need to relieve myself would grow so painful or, at least, imperative, that my whole person would become involved and my brain would cease to function properly. In other words, I would be overwhelmed by sexuality and actually at the mercy of my glands. So, when I reached that stage thinking about Vivian, I assumed it was just the usual wave of sensuality making itself felt and I spent a long time in the bathroom masturbating furiously and spending myself in great, shuddering bursts of wild ecstasy. I couldn't help myself.
Vivian came to see us right after we had had our dinner. She was beautifully dressed, looking like she was going out on a date after she finished with us. She met Elwood and it seemed to me that she kept glancing at him from time to time all the while we were talking. There was a glint of amusement in her lovely eyes all the time she was with us. I couldn't understand that. There was nothing amusing about my indecision and I just couldn't make up my mind about the fabric I wanted for my furniture.
Finally, Vivian glanced at her watch and stood up. She suggested that she stop in and visit with me the following day; she would bring some other sample cases. That sounded fine too and Vivian went her way. Elwood and I sat around telling each other how beautiful she was, how self-possessed she was. Elwood liked her very much.
The following day, Vivian showed up again at our house, about ten in the morning. We looked at fabric samples, had coffee and talked. Vivian asked a lot of questions and told me that it was really a pleasure to meet me and my handsome young husband. I told her that we liked her very much, too.
Somehow, the talk got around to sex. Vivian said that she was not married, that she was only twenty-five and that she resented men and the way they wanted to use a girl's body for their own pleasure without any consideration for the girl's needs. This kind of talk inspired confidence in me and I found myself discussing the intimate details of my life with Elwood. Surprisingly, I discovered that I was exceptionally aroused sexually, just talking with Vivian.
Vivian kept watching me and smiling. We were both sitting on the living room floor and I noticed that her beautiful eyes were the deepest shade of blue and were soft and affectionate. She was staring at me and knowing that I was very much aroused sexually, it made me exceedingly nervous. It seemed to me that she knew exactly what was wrong with me and that terrified me. She seemed able to look right down into my soul, her sweet smile tender and sympathetic.
All of a sudden I couldn't talk anymore; I felt like a fly impaled upon the point of a pin. Vivian just stared and I began to shake. She reached out, touched my arm with her dainty hand and I began to shake even worse than before.
"I'm so sorry," she said softly. "I didn't want you to get upset. I had no idea you'd be so responsive. Really, I didn't."
I couldn't think of anything to say. She caught my hand, then stood up and helped me up onto my feet.
"Come along, honey," she said. "I guess we'd better do something about you. And in a hurry."
She led me into my bedroom, sat down in the chair and put her hands on my hips. Her eyes were almost purple as she held my waist in her hands.
"Shall I undress you, dearie?" she said. "Or will you do it? Can you do it?"
The way I was shaking, I didn't think I could undress. It didn't occur to me that this was an unusual development, that she was being quite aggressive about things. I was on fire with sexual heat and it was so intense my brain wouldn't work and I couldn't breathe. I was shaking violently and gasping for air. The more she looked at me, the worse it got. Vivian put her hands up and began unbuttoning my blouse; she unhooked my bra and then she was staring at my naked breasts, seeming to know that they were hurting me. They felt like they were going to burst with sexual energy and when she handled the tingling nipples in her fingertips I almost passed out.
My crotch was on fire and it felt like my sexual organs were working in and out like a bellows, with tiny little bursts of exquisite orgasms pulsating between my legs. Vivian touched her cheek to my breasts and nuzzled her face in them. When she unhooked my skirt and let it drop to the floor, I was absolutely naked and putty in her hands. But I was nutty putty, eager for her touch, dying with a very special kind of thirst. When she pushed me down onto my bed, I was incapable of resistance. She got on the bed with me and her mouth glued itself to mine. I almost died with ecstasy as I felt her tongue in my mouth, seeking and thrilling me. When she slid her face away and I knew her mouth was against my pussy, her tongue sliding inside me, her lips covering my sex, I began moaning and gasping with excruciating sensations; a whole torrent of orgasms began in me and I couldn't stop shaking and squirming. I was crying and sobbing and I never wanted her to stop. I never wanted it to end. I was in heaven and I never wanted to leave.
Beth's description of her state prior to Vivian's assault upon her person can be believed. Many of those who deal with such types state that the sensuality of such individuals, once aroused, may progress to the point where a virtual state of catatonia can exist with the person aware of nothing other than the driving, irresistible demands of their bodies. When such a condition is arrived at, the individual is helpless and in desperate need of relief.
Vivian's lovemaking continued for some hours and Beth reports that she sustained orgasms of tremendous intensity and incredible pleasure. She made no evaluations at the time, but she did enjoy the blonde girl's efforts and spent a long, long time in expending her sexual energies.
When she finally regained her senses and was aware of what had taken place, she sat up in her own bed and saw that Vivian was again sitting in the chair, calmly smoking a cigarette while she waited for Beth to become composed. The blonde girl was smiling and seemed quite happy about things.
Beth was aware that she had spent a long period of time in excessive enjoyment of intense pleasures and she was properly grateful to Vivian, but a bit uncertain as to what to say. Vivian asked her if she had had a nice time and when Beth nodded, Vivian smiled and said that she was sorry to be so aggressive, but Beth's distress had become obvious and she felt that she had to do something before Beth suffered convulsions. Beth found herself thanking Vivian. Vivian accepted her gratitude but told Beth that she would stay with her for the rest of the day because she had some very definite needs of her own.
A moment later Vivian told Beth that she was hungry and would like some lunch. Then she gave Beth a direct order to get up, compose herself and fix something to eat. Beth obeyed promptly and without really doing much thinking about things. She was aware, she says, of a delicious lassitude and a sense of calm. She went to the kitchen with Vivian and the older girl sat at the table, waiting for some lunch.
While Beth was preparing the food, she tried to control the situation by saying that she was still trying to make up her mind as to the color and fabric she wanted on the living room furniture and would try to come to a decision promptly.
Vivian told her not to bother. When Beth stared at her, trying to comprehend, Vivian smiled.
"I will decide about the furniture," Vivian said firmly, Beth states. "As a matter of fact, I have already made up my mind about it. I've decided that it shall be a bright, rich red."
Beth protested that she didn't like red. She wouldn't have it red. Vivian sighed and stood up, stepping close to Beth. She gave her a sweet smile and then Vivian's hand flashed out and slapped Beth's face so hard that tears sprang from her eyes. Vivian hit her again and then again. She reached out and caught her fingers in Beth's hair and held her up like a doll while the other hand kept slapping Beth's face with a monotonous regularity that was a bit terrifying. The pain in Beth's face was growing and she was shaking, her brain spinning. She was suddenly conscious of a wave of sexual lust coming alive in her and growing by leaps and bounds. She could see, she says, that the tall blonde girl was enjoying herself and Beth was thoroughly intimidated and sexually affected by what was taking place. Her organs, Beth claims, were responding to the physical abuse with such copious expulsions that she could feel tiny rivulets of fluid running down her legs. Vivian's smile sparkled as she observed the reactions in Beth. She stopped hitting Beth and when she took her hands away, Beth slid to the floor, too overcome with paralyzing sensuality to stand.
Vivian told Beth to get up immediately or she would give her a real beating right then and there. Beth says that when the girl threatened her with a beating, she immediately responded with an enormous orgasm and couldn't move. She was enjoying excessive sexual pleasure and could not understand why. In some dim way she knew that she was responding sexually to the older girl's domination and power and the fear of further abuse kept her locked in a massive orgasm.
Vivian walked away from her then and finished fixing the sandwiches. She helped herself to a glass of milk and began eating, telling Beth to get up and eat, too.
"I won't threaten you with a beating," Vivian told me, smiling. "That's what you're dying for. Just get up and eat and perhaps I'll punish you later in the day. Now move."
I got to my feet and sat down in the chair across from Vivian. Vivian appeared very much amused by my distress.
"You didn't really know what you were like?" Vivian asked me kindly.
I shook my head. I had had no idea. Suddenly I was helpless in the face of forces I could not deal with.
"From now on, my dear," Vivian said, "I will open the gates of heaven for you and teach you thrills and delights you never knew existed. Believe me, I will. Now hurry and eat."
I sat and stared at her. I was amazed to hear myself saying, "I think I'll like the furniture red. I'm sure I will."
"Of course you will," Vivian said gaily. "I'll have it picked up tomorrow morning and it will be back in just a few days."
When we had finished eating, Vivian told me to leave the dishes and come upstairs with her.
It was like I had no will of my own. It was just like I was a little child and Vivian would tell me what to do and I would try earnestly to please her. I wanted to please her. That suddenly became the most important thing in the world to me. When we went into my bedroom, Vivian told me to undress and I did without a word of protest. When I stood before her naked and saw that she found me attractive, I was filled with happiness. I stood very still and when she put her hand between my legs and began doing things to me I almost died with pleasure. She was smiling all the while she was masturbating me and she could see that I had already responded quite remarkably to her abuse of me in the kitchen. Her fingers were inducing orgasms in me and she knew it. She began talking to me very softly, her eyes staring into mine.
"You are very lovely, Beth, dear," she said, "and from now on you and I will be friends. I will tell you what to do and how to do it and when to do it and you will have no other desires than those that I give to you. You will like that, won't you?"
Just hearing her say such things got me all hot; I just nodded my head to let her know that I had heard and that I was pleased. The next moment I threw myself at her, grinding my thighs against her.
A moment later Vivian asked me when Elwood got home. I was so shaken I had to stop and think who Elwood was. I told her then that he would not be home till after six. Vivian said that we would have lots of time. She began undressing then and I stood and watched. Vivian was beautifully built, firm breasts, wide, heart-shaped hips and splendid thighs. Her whole body was a creamy white texture and my wanting for her struck me like a heavy blow. Vivian's pubic area was bald, she must have shaved it and the beginning of her cleft, her vagina bewitched me. Vivian was becoming hot too, I could see. It was visible in her pretty face and her deep blue eyes. Her smile was slow and loose and when she lay down on the bed, she crooked her finger and I crawled onto the bed, nestling in the rich pink flesh between her legs. I was a bit clumsy, I guess, but Vivian coached me talking to me in a soft, crooning voice, directing me and then finally screeching when my tongue found its way into her vagina.
Beth was hopelessly enmeshed in the pleasures of lesbianism and her responses were total. She simply could not get enough of the passion that was in the blonde girl and had no control over her appetites. She lost all sense of reason and awareness; she became an organism, pulsating, quivering and responding to every stimulus; all of her senses were involved. She heard the whimpering, frantic sounds of pleasure from the blonde girl; she could smell the scent of the female sexual organ; she could see the beauty of the lush hips and thighs; she could feel the flesh under her hands; and she could taste what she considered the exhilarating sweetness of the girl's loins.
She says she gloried in the knowledge that she could provide pleasure for Vivian, could unleash the sensuality that was in the girl and could calm the frenzied storms that wracked the beautiful body that made her feel useful and wanted and needed.
I spent the entire afternoon making love to Vivian, Beth says. Vivian taught me how to kiss her, to love the breasts, to cover the buttocks with tiny, excited kisses and to tease her between her thighs without making her come. When Vivian told me that she was a lesbian, I accepted it as fact. I knew from my own reactions that making love to Vivian gave me sensations of a richness and purity I had never imagined.
An hour before Vivian dressed to leave, we talked and Vivian told me that she would have the furniture picked up in the morning and taken to the shop where it would be done as she wanted it. She said she would come to visit in the morning and spend the day with me. I was glad when she told me that. I believe I was already deeply in love with Vivian.
Vivian left about an hour before Elwood came home. When he did, I was conscious of a sudden hatred for him, a wish that I could get rid of him so that Vivian and I could live out our days alone. But I didn't say anything. After dinner I just pleaded a headache and went to bed. Elwood stayed up to watch television alone.
Next morning Vivian came at nine. When I opened the door for her, she was bursting with a surge of happiness. She was beautifully dressed and exceptionally pretty. She was filled with soft smiles and twinkling glances. She wore a soft green dress with an odd-looking belt. She was just gorgeous. I wanted so much to kiss her, but I controlled myself and offered her coffee instead.
Vivian followed me out to the kitchen and while we were having coffee she told me that a couple of men were coming for the furniture and would be there at any moment. A few minutes later the doorbell rang and we both went to let the men in. There were two of them, handsome, blond muscle men and they carried the living-room set outside and put it on a truck. Then the two blond boys waved to Vivian and drove off. We went back to the kitchen and sat down again with our coffee. Vivian told me that two young men were dear friends of hers, that they worked for her. I learned then that Vivian owned the upholstering company and that the two young muscle men had worked for her for a long time.
In the kitchen, I must've gotten hot for Vivian, again. At least Vivian told me that I was looking at her with eyes that were frankly adoring. I just smiled, happy that I could love so openly and so strongly. Vivian took my hand and said that it was time we went upstairs and had some fun. I agreed, of course, we locked the house and went up the stairs. When we were in my bedroom, I quickly got undressed and stood, waiting for instructions from Vivian.
When Vivian removed her fancy belt, I just stared at it. It was actually a whip, thick at its stock, with a tapering body that curled around Vivian's waist and gold-plated catch, actually a sharply pointed hook that held the thin end and the tiny leather tongues that were at the tip. Vivian removed the gold catch and put it in her pocket. Then she flicked the whip, snapping it in the air and placed the whip on the nearest chair.
"Just in case my baby isn't cooperative," she said, smiling.
I was too excited to answer, especially when Vivian stepped forward and gathered me into her arms.
"Would my baby like me to give her a real good whipping?" Vivian asked. I shivered, I was too aroused to decide. The idea of the whip stinging my flesh was strangely stimulating and I remembered the sensations I had known when Vivian had slapped me around.
When Vivian stepped away from me and picked up the whip, I caught a glint of coldness in her deep blue eyes. She grinned and then her wrist snapped and the whip danced and whistled. Swift pain lanced through me and I almost screamed. Vivian's hand moved again and my buttock stung again, burning with fresh pain. I began to shake and quiver. My bottom was smarting and tingling with wild sensation and a strong surge of desire began between my legs. I even yearned for the touch of the whip again and again.
It felt like a thousand worms were crawling and tickling me inside my pussy and the sensation was just too much. Vivian stood watching me, I think she was smiling at me.
I felt like I was a naughty little girl and Vivian loved me and was punishing me because I was a little sex fiend. The hotter I got the more vicious Vivian would be with the lovely whip. And it would go on and on and I would be on fire with sexual glory and Vivian would let me please her and delight her and I would just die in an ecstasy of rich, wonderful sensations that just wouldn't stop.
Vivian was gazing at my sleek thighs and I felt the wetness on my skin and was unashamed of my swift reaction to the kiss of the whip. Vivian was holding the whip folded in her hands, watching my severe sexual contortions; her smile was wide, her eyes soft with an inner happiness and I knew that Vivian was pleased with me. Next, Vivian placed the whip on the bed and began getting undressed.
I wanted to be whipped some more; I wanted to feel the stings and pains of punishment in the strangest places and knew that in Vivian I had found a most wonderful mentor and friend.
Vivian smiled at me and told me that we would have a wonderful day, a time of unbelievable glories.
Beth, her bottom still glowing with the stings of the whip, her mind distorted, believed her. To her, Vivian was the most beautiful girl in the world and Beth was sure that she loved her.
In the following chapter, we will more thoroughly examine the psychology of sadomasochism.
CHAPTER FIVE
The total disintegration and disorganization of the mind and the will in those susceptible to the pleasure-pain syndrome is well known to psychologists. It is also well established that this syndrome is often found in the personality pattern of the lesbian. Many psychologists and psychiatrists theorize that this may be part of a guilt complex and an unconscious desire for punishment that gets out of hand once sexuality has been stimulated.
Once that sort of pleasure has been actuated in the individual, the sadomasochistic influence has come alive and rarely dies again because of the exaggerated thrills and pleasures that abused flesh can afford the victim of such treatment.
Those who are submissive types seem easily broken to the paddle or the whip and it is said that these types enjoy an amplified sensual ecstasy mainly because of their excessive joy in being dominated, humiliated and abused.
Naturally, there is an argument as to which sex is more susceptible to the influences of domination and physical abuse. According to Dr. A. H. Maslow, chairman of the Psychology Department at Brandeis University, women are far more addicted to this perversion than men and this might seem believable when it is realized that most lesbian relationships usually develop this element in one or the other of the participants.
According to the theories of other psychologists, W. B. Pomeroy and C. E. Martin, for instance, it is the male who is more subject to the prevalence of sadomasochism.
Many learned volumes have been published attempting to explain the perverted ecstasy that those who become involved with sadomasochism enjoy, but no one needs to be convinced that such acts, to the person susceptible, can produce fantastic pleasures and affect the individual's total sensuality for all time.
Discussing her relationship with Vivian, Beth admits that she knew immediately that she was a lesbian by nature simply because of the sexual responses and the intensity they presented. She had not known that she was also susceptible to the pleasure-pain syndrome, but, once she became aware of it, she accepted its demands with great perverted happiness, aware of the extensive sensual benefits that could be hers whenever she was called upon to endure such treatment.
In her bedroom, aware of the first sensual stirrings induced by Vivian's whip, Beth found herself begging the blonde girl for additional abuse, almost in a panic with the fear that Vivian might not touch her with the whip again. When she pleaded for more and more whippings, Vivian told her that she would be dealt with in due time and would thrill to the sensual splendors that corporal punishment would induce. Beth had to be content with that for a time, because Vivian was sexually stimulated and wanted a long impassioned session of cunnilingus. Beth was fully aware that Vivian was enjoying a perverse pleasure in denying her the surcease that Beth yearned for so desperately.
Once she became involved with Vivian's sexual organs and her own began their reciprocal responses, her need for a beating subsided and she was able to enjoy a time of sexual pleasure with Vivian especially, she says, when the blonde girl began practicing cunnilingus on her excited flesh. The two girls made ardent love to each other for hours and when they finally exhausted each other for the time being, Vivian called a halt and demanded that Beth fix lunch for them.
Beth says that Vivian dressed while Beth was busy in the kitchen, then went outside to her car and brought a polished attach� case into the house. While Beth was preparing the food, Vivian opened the case and showed Beth a collection of three dildoes, each of a different size, complete with flesh-colored harness and equipment. She began telling Beth what she would do to her with a dildo and Beth says she shivered with maddening anticipation. She had never inserted anything in her anus, but she had learned that she was exceedingly sensitive there and usually touched the opening with a fingertip while masturbating. The idea of being penetrated there fascinated her.
The afternoon was spent in sexual excesses that drained both women of all strength. Vivian strapped on one of the dildoes at one point and treated Beth to a prolonged session of vaginal copulation; then, an even longer time of analism. While the initial penetration, Beth admits, hurt her, she quickly discovered that she immensely enjoyed that type of sex.
After a time, Beth was allowed to wear a dildo and do the same things for Vivian. Vivian was apparently a person who was able to secure sensual pleasure from any form of sex activity. During the latter part of the day Beth found herself pleading with Vivian for a real taste of the whip, but Vivian put her off, smilingly asserting that Beth "would enjoy that delicious fun much more if they were both well rested." Beth's persistent pleadings finally got to Vivian. She had Beth lie with her torso on the bed and her knees on the floor. With Beth displayed in that fashion, Vivian was even more interested in bringing stinging, smashing anguish to the upturned bottom. She stepped back and began flicking the whip with expert skill. Her concerted attacks on Beth's most sensitive flesh developed into amazing results.
Beth reported that the whip stung and aroused her sensitive flesh and she became a panting, writhing wretch, pleading for more and more of the whip. Vivian was not at all restrained and the whip whistled and snapped harshly against plump girl's flesh and as soon as the tingling, prickling excitement began in her, Beth says she began experiencing a series of orgasms that, for her, were convulsions of unbelievable pleasure.
Vivian's expertise with the whip was apparent all along and she obviously achieved an intense, sadistic sexual satisfaction from wielding the vicious instrument of torture. She brought Beth skillfully along a pathway of gradually increasing perverted pleasures until the final ecstasy, or pain, blotted out consciousness with "an orgasm of incredible beauty, its sensual pleasures too great to bear," as Beth related it and Beth finally flipped into the twilight world of ecstasy. For a long time she was barely conscious, experiencing twinges of greatly magnified sensuality and a steady parade of orgasms.
She lay for a long time on the floor while Vivian sat close to her, calmly smoking, knowing full well of the frenzies that she had induced in the small, beautiful body.
When Beth regained her senses, in her deviate state of mind she felt that she had been dealt with most capably and her sense of gratitude was so enormous that, when Vivian spread her legs and smiled, she crawled to the girl and began cunnilingus, aching with a desire to bring the lovely blonde to orgasm, too.
When Vivian finally told her that she could stop, she was aware that the day was at an end. Vivian would dress and leave her and she would have to begin preparations for her husband's supper. She says she was distressed and unhappy once she thought about those things.
It was like my marriage was over and I didn't want Elwood anymore. There was so little that he could do for me and after the time with Vivian, the things he would want to do were anathema to me. All I wanted was sex with Vivian. The thrills I experienced with her were not like anything I had ever known with Elwood and I resented the time I had to spend with him and be without her. I told her that while she was dressing to go home and she patted my cheek and kissed me on the mouth. I loved it when she kissed me like that. She told me that I was sweet and very lovely and she was so happy to have me for her very own. Then she told me that she had great plans for me. She would be back the next morning and we would have another happy day.
As soon as Vivian left the house, I took a hot bath and massaged the bruised flesh of my bottom and between my legs. I was surprised to find that only a slight tingling sensation, which was decidedly pleasant, remained in my midsection.
I prepared the evening meal for Elwood and after we had eaten, cleaned up the kitchen. I pleaded a headache again and went off to bed. Elwood, already involved with the TV, bade me good night and settled back into his comfortable chair in the living room.
In the morning, I fixed breakfast for him. I couldn't get him out of the house quickly enough. My mind was already captivated by visions of Vivian's naked beauty and the many sex things that we would do during the day. I was so thoroughly stimulated I was white and shaking with unsatisfied lust. I kissed Elwood good-bye and cleaned up the kitchen, impatient for the doorbell.
I tried to busy myself with household chores until Vivian arrived, but after several hours I became worried and upset. I imagined all sorts of things. Perhaps Vivian had had an accident, perhaps she was ill. At eleven-thirty, actually ill with nerves and panic, I called the store and asked for Vivian. When Vivian came on the line, I burst into tears. They were tears of relief, but then I guess I got plaintive, I wanted to know why Vivian had not been to see me as she had promised.
"Beth, dear," Vivian said, "I run a business. Remember? and you don't tell me what to do. I tell you. And you've done a bad thing by calling here. Now I shall have to punish you. Perhaps I shall have to change my mind about you. Perhaps I won't see you anymore. Yes, I think that's what I will do."
I went to pieces when I heard that threat. The thought of living my life without Vivian was too horrible to contemplate. I wept, pleading with Vivian to give me another chance. "I will be good," I told her, "so very good. Please don't leave me. Don't ever leave me. Please."
Vivian was crisp and cold to me. She told me that she would come to my house for lunch and we would talk. Perhaps it would be best to stop now. She would think about it and decide when she arrived at the house. Then she hung up and I cried. I couldn't live without Vivian. I just knew that I couldn't. I would be so good. I decided I would be just wonderful for Vivian. She'd see.
By the time Vivian arrived at our big house, I was almost in hysterics. Vivian walked in, trim and lovely in another pretty dress. She was again wearing the whip that looked so much like an innocent belt, only she wasn't smiling. She told me to get her some coffee and we would have a talk.
I was scared and even had trouble getting the coffee. I managed somehow and then carried the coffee to Vivian who was comfortably seated in Elwood's chair. She took the coffee cup from me and then examined me quite carefully. She seemed to know the state I was in. She told me to sit down on the footstool and I did.
"I've had to think things over, Beth, dear," she told me slowly, "and I'm afraid that I can't keep you for my little love slave, after all. I am the type of girl who would demand so much of you. I would expect you to obey my slightest whim and indulge me no matter what I required of you."
Frightened, I hastened to assure Vivian that I was eager to do that. I loved her, I couldn't live without her. I wouldn't want to live without her. I would be so good. I begged her not to leave me.
Vivian's eyebrows climbed then and she smiled. She explained that she was capricious and would expect the girl who loved her to belong to her completely, to live and breathe only for her. I had already reached this state and knew it. I told her, with tears in my eyes, that I loved her and would always love her.
Vivian smiled then and kissed me. She said that we would try it and if I worked out all right, perhaps we could have a future after all. I almost swooned from sheer relief.
Vivian told me that she would have to call the store and make arrangements so that she could spend the afternoon with me. She called me "her darling." Vivian used the phone in the kitchen while I used the powder room to repair my ravaged face. When Vivian came back to me she told me that I looked very pretty and that she was delighted that we were going to get along after all.
Then she suggested that I fix some lunch for us, after which, she said, she wanted to explore the house. We had a sandwich and then I led her through the big house. There was an attic and it had been finished off into a playroom. I told Vivian that El-wood and I never used it. Vivian looked around at the bare room, smiled and then we went downstairs again.
While we were still exploring the rest of the house, the doorbell rang. I was surprised and a bit annoyed, but Vivian told me that she had asked the two boys from the store to stop off at the house and told me to let them in. I went to the door. The two young men who had moved my living room set were standing on the porch; their pickup truck was in the driveway. They gave me big smiles, walked in and stood looking around them. Vivian flashed the boys a grin and then told me to fix the boys some sandwiches. They were probably hungry, she said.
I went to the kitchen to do as I was told. Vivian and the boys followed me and settled down at the kitchen table. Vivian introduced the boys. One, a tall, slender towhead was Roy. The other one, also blond, but shorter and stockier than Roy, was named Wallace. I guess I gave the boys a rather uncertain smile, then placed a sandwich and a glass of milk in front of each of them. Vivian wanted coffee again and told me that I could have some, too. I sat down and noticed that the two boys were eyeing me. Their interest in me made me uncomfortable.
Beth says that Vivian told her then that the boys were going to spend the afternoon with them. Beth's mouth dropped open in shocked amazement and she was breathless. Her face was burning and she couldn't lift her eyes. She almost spilled her coffee setting the cup down.
Vivian lifted her chin up in her soft palm and smiled into Beth's eyes. She said that they would have such fun. The boys were remarkable studs and they were going to have a wonderful time. The two boys were grinning at Beth's confusion and embarrassment. Vivian was very amused by Beth's evident reluctance. She teased Beth and told her that she had been right the first time. Beth made promises to be good, to do whatever was asked of her, but she didn't really mean it. She didn't mean it at all. But, that was all right. She, Vivian, would take the boys with her and would never bother Beth again. That was too much for Beth. She broke down and wept inconsolably. Vivian patted her cheek and then told Beth to stop crying. They would stay and she would make it all easy for her.
Beth was still weeping when Vivian stood up and told the boys to come along with her and bring Beth. When Beth broke into sobs, Vivian grabbed her by the hair and lifted the tear-streaked face. She gave Beth a resounding slap that jarred every tooth in her head.
"Stop it," she said angrily. "I'm sick to death of you and your Miss Innocence pose. One more weep out of you and we will all walk out of here and never come back! Now, come along with us."
Beth stopped weeping immediately. She walked with the others, knowing that her face was red. She was almost sick with shame. The boys were right behind her when she followed Vivian into her bedroom. Vivian unhooked the whip that was around her waist and held it in her hand, watching Beth as she stood close to her own bed. Vivian smiled at the two boys. She told them that they could begin undressing Beth. She would enjoy that, she said.
Roy, the tall one, reached for her and Beth cringed. Vivian became angry then and told Roy to take Beth across his lap and give her "the spanking of her life." The tall boy grabbed Beth then, sat down on the bed with her across his knees and when he lifted her skirt up they all saw that she wore no panties. Her bare bottom felt the sting of Roy's palm a moment later and then he "really laid it on for her." His big hand kept rising and falling and she says she felt the heat building up in her soft flesh and knew that the others were watching. She claims she was assailed by sexual excitement that became extremely enjoyable. She was already experiencing a whole series of tiny little orgasms, she was squirming on the boy's lap, her legs were kicking around in the air and each new blow of Roy's heavy hand added to the sensual excitement building up in her.
My whole midsection was on fire with erotic fury and I was having a grand time, Beth says, when it happened to me and I knew that my spanking was concluded. I felt the boy's fingers between my legs and then he was helping me to achieve an even greater splendor. Roy stood up and placed my body on the bed, my knees were on the floor and then I felt his prick sliding into my pussy. When I felt that, I just soared with erotic joy. I assumed that Roy was using me, but he was not. He was sitting in front of me on the bed and I glimpsed his naked thighs and then saw his erect prick and then he grabbed my hair and thrust his cock toward my mouth. I knew just what was expected of me and I accepted his throbbing prick eagerly. Roy must have gotten real hot from spanking me. His first orgasm occurred quickly. He held me imprisoned in his hands and I was forced to continue sucking him until he came again. Wallace was still using me and I knew that he had already come once and was trying for another burst. I felt it when it happened and my body quaked and I just went crazy.
When Wallace finally left me, Vivian's eager mouth enveloped my cunt and I was treated to a time of frantic tonguing by the lovely blonde. I am not sure who undressed me, because I was busy between Vivian's legs when it happened.
Later, I remember, the boys watched while Vivian used the whip on me and I nearly died with happiness. While I was locked in wonderful throes I watched Vivian expertly suck Roy first and then Wallace. She was apparently quite familiar with the sexual equipment of both boys and was able to trigger their organs almost at will. Vivian seemed especially fond of weakening the boys with her cock-sucking talent and when she had depleted them both, she strapped on a dildo and then told me to do the same. She told me then to sodomize Wallace and I enjoyed doing that to him. While I was thrusting into him with callous abandon, my hands were between his legs, hurting his loins, squeezing his balls and I found his cock stiff and throbbing in my fingers. I guess I was shocked to discover that I was masturbating him and when his cock began spurting and bristling, I squeezed the rubber bulb in my hand and spurted through the dildo into his ass.
The boys were temporarily beat and they sprawled on the bed resting. But Vivian told me that I was to perform cunnilingus on her for a while. After that, Vivian decided that she and the boys would have to leave. She said that it was getting late and there was no point in tempting fate. She didn't want Elwood to find them there.
The mention of my husband didn't seem to affect me at all. Filled with a glowing affection, an adoration of the beautiful blonde girl, I crawled to the inviting place between Vivian's legs and eagerly glued my mouth to the slippery, pulsing flesh.
When Vivian and the boys left, I felt lonely. I began fixing the evening meal and I don't know why, when Elwood came home, I was especially nice to him. He helped me with the dishes and then I sat on his lap in the adjustable chair while we watched TV. Elwood wanted to make love and began necking with me. I became quickly aroused. We went upstairs and as soon as we were undressed, Elwood kissed me a few times, then opened my legs and rammed himself into me. His organ was much smaller than Roy's or Wallace's and it was somehow just too tame for me. Elwood was always quick and he came much too soon. I was on fire and knew that I had to have more.
So, while Elwood was lying on his back, gasping for breath, I began kissing him, hotly, wetly and then began making the slow, sweet pilgrimage to his loins. I discovered that I had enjoyed having the boys' cocks in my mouth. I found out, too, that I loved swallowing their come and was eager to enjoy the fruits of Elwood's loins as well. He didn't try to stop me and that surprised me, yet I was having a great deal of very real pleasure in seducing my husband's body. Elwood was squirming and shifting around in the bed and I noticed that his organs were soft and soaked with the juices of his experience with me. I was helpless for a moment, wanton and frantic with zeal, licking his sensitive parts. Then my mouth closed over his cock and I was shivering with eagerness and excitement. Elwood was groaning and quivering and then his cock began to swell in my mouth and I had to relinquish some of my treasure. I began moving my head up and down slowly, tormenting and teasing the delicate organ and Elwood was shaking violently. Remembering what Vivian and the boys had taught me, I used my fingers and my sharp nails to attack his balls and then I sensed the changes in him that threatened ejaculation and my eagerness for his strength overwhelmed me. I began forcing his juices from him with the terrible pressures of my mouth and tongue and then Elwood was whinnying and gasping. Then he exploded, too driven and harried to control himself and I feasted upon him, unsatisfied as yet, yearning for more and more of the come I enjoyed so much and all the while Elwood was busy with frenzied orgasm, I was experiencing wonderful tinglings of my own and I knew that this night I would not have to seek the privacy of the bathroom so that my own fingers could afford me release.
When Elwood was calm again, I rose up to kiss him sweetly, to soothe the lingering excitement that was raging in him. He was still trembling and his lips were sweet and gentle on my mouth.
"I've wanted to do that for so long," I remember I whispered.
"Why didn't you?" Elwood said. He sounded hurt and happy all at once. I could barely see his face in the darkness.
"Did you like it?" I asked.
"Of course," Elwood said. "I loved it."
I kissed him again several times. Then I said, "Would you like me to do it some more?"
Elwood hugged me to him tightly. "Sure," he said. "Who wouldn't?"
I began again, using my mouth on his smooth body, kissing and licking the sensitive skin between his legs, his sex organ. He was aroused and ready for me quickly. I felt his hands on my head, patting my hair and then I began dealing with his erection and my hands became busy with him and when I slid my fingers between his buttocks and teased his anal opening, he reacted with startling speed and his ejaculation was tremendous. I kept right on sucking him, too aroused now to stop and his hands kept petting my head. The bedclothes were on the floor and Elwood was moving and shifting in the bed and when he put his face between my thighs and began using his mouth on my cunt, I was really surprised. He was good at it and his efforts sent me into spasms of joy and I realized that my passions were not abating, but were, instead, increasing. I wondered, bitterly, why Elwood had never done this for me before. Perhaps then I might not have been susceptible to Vivian's loveliness. I knew that that was not true and I knew that I was deeply, hopelessly in love with the beautiful blonde and always would be. Elwood was reacting again, explosion in him was very near and I stopped thinking about anything and gave myself up to the sheer pleasures of just feeling.
I was still sucking Elwood when he finally fell asleep. When I did, too, in spite of my lovemaking with Elwood, I dreamt of Vivian, the two handsome blond boys and the stinging whip.
The next day was a Friday and Vivian called me right after breakfast. She said she would have to work in the store all morning, but would stop in after lunch. The boys would come out after they finished their work.
I knew I would be very lonely, missing Vivian, so I busied myself with housework. I was very much aroused and it got so bad I had to lie down on my bed for a while and use my hands to effect partial relief for myself. When I had done that, I went into the bathroom and began cleaning myself. Visions of Vivian's dainty sexual development appeared in my mind and I remembered that Vivian was slightly repelled by pubic hair and very bewitching without it. Suddenly I yearned to be like Vivian. I used El-wood's razor to shave my crotch and when I was done, my own reflection in the mirror delighted me. I used some of the depilatory lotion for my legs on my pubic region then. Vivian had said that she kept herself quite smooth that way. I massaged the lotion into my skin and was thrilled by the burning, glowing sensations the lotion induced in my flesh. Massaging my flesh became extremely pleasurable and I kept it up until the sensation was just unbearable, then I slid my fingers into the seething, over stimulated area between my legs. I played with my clitoris until a delicious orgasm occurred. In time I could feel the stubble dissolving under my fingers, feeling like tiny grains of sand. When I was temporarily exhausted, I got into a hot tub and soaked.
I dressed carefully for Vivian, spending a great deal of time on my makeup. I brushed my hair until it shone, then I slipped into a black dress with a low V-neckline and a wide skirt. I wore no bra and I could see the tiny nipples poking impudently against the fabric of my dress. I wore a garter belt, long, sheer hose and black, high-heeled shoes. My soft brown eyes were dancing with happiness as I looked at myself in the mirror and realized that I was truly beautiful. I went downstairs and waited for Vivian, already bursting with heat at my thighs.
Vivian arrived shortly after noon and I stood before her, glowing with the knowledge that I was pretty. I saw Vivian's eyes notice the tiny, poking nipples, already aroused, seeking freedom and attention. I curtsied for her, then caught the hem of the dress and lifted it high, exposing my hairless pubis and Vivian blinked. She seemed to be quite overwhelmed. I lowered the dress, happy beyond words. Vivian sat down in the nearest chair, amazed.
"You look stunningly beautiful, my dear," she said. "And I like the way you look between your legs. But, I'll have to punish you, of course. I'm sure you know that."
I stared at her, uncomprehending.
Vivian said, "You don't do anything like that without my permission, my dear. You will learn that you do nothing unless I tell you to do it. Now I shall have to think up adequate punishment for you. It can't be the whip, you love that. I can't have the boys spank you, you love that, too." She smiled and sat back in her chair. "You get me some coffee. I'll think of something."
I was crushed by Vivian's statements, but I hurried into the kitchen and poured coffee. I carried the cup to Vivian and sat very quietly while Vivian sipped it, then set it down.
She got up then and used the phone in the kitchen. When she returned she gave me an exceptionally bright smile.
"The boys will be here in a little while. I've given them the afternoon off. They will help me with your punishment. Now come over here and entertain me for a while."
I slid to my knees and crawled to where Vivian sat. Vivian had taught me how to entertain her and I was quite good at it, I thought. I would begin by kissing Vivian's shapely knees and as she allowed her legs to part, my kisses would climb higher until I was touching the smoothness of her inner thighs. After a period of kissing and licking this flesh, I would be allowed to begin tonguing Vivian's cunt and slowly but surely bring Vivian to glorious orgasm. It was always a labor of love for me and I enjoyed doing it. I was filled with surging happiness when my efforts thrilled Vivian. After a long time, Vivian stopped me and I sat looking up at her beautiful face, adoring her, aching with an eagerness to please her.
The boys arrived shortly and Vivian let them in. They carried two suitcases and took them right upstairs to the bedroom. Vivian supervised the locking up of the house and then we climbed the stairs to the second floor. The boys were already naked and extremely ready. Both of them had the damnedest erections and when Vivian told me to help the boys, I eagerly complied. I was only allowed to suck them until orgasm and then Vivian told me to remove my dress. The boys stared at my bald crotch and their similes told me that they liked me that way.
Vivian said, "Beth is to be punished, so you boys know what to do. Get about it now."
The boys told me to lie down on the bed on my back. I obeyed and then Wallace shoved two pillows under my bottom. Then they opened the suitcase and got out ropes. They tied each of my wrists to a caster and my ankles were fastened in a similar fashion to the casters at the foot of the bed. My legs were wide open and my cunt must have been prominently exposed. Vivian stood at the foot of the bed, watching. Roy lifted my head, slipped a small round ball into my mouth and tied a gag around my face. I was a little worried, but Vivian smiled and I felt better.
"Now," she said, "you will accept your punishment. It will hurt terribly, but I want you to know that it will be repeated any time you do anything without my express permission."
Wallace dug into one of the suitcases and handed Vivian a bottle of pale, yellow-colored fluid. Then he gave her a cotton swab that was rather large.
"This is turpentine," Vivian said. "I am going to saturate your cute little cunny with it and you will suffer untold agonies. It won't kill you, but you will never forget it."
Beth says that Vivian knelt on the end of the bed between her legs. She opened the bottle and poured some of the fluid onto the swab. When it was saturated, she touched it to Beth's sensitive, from shaving, pubis and she jumped with the blinding, searing pain. Vivian ignored her thrusting hips and pitiful writhings. She worked the swab in among all of the folds of delicate flesh; then, using her fingers to part the lips shielding Beth's vagina, she inserted the swab deep inside. When she withdrew it, she rimmed the anal opening with the irritating fluid and Beth recalls that by that time she was screaming with the greatest agony she had ever known.
Her body was heaving and thrusting, but there was no escape. Great searing flames were consuming her flesh, Beth says and there was nothing she could do about it. She saw in a blur Vivian smile at her and then lay her head down on Beth's heaving stomach. Roy sat on one side of Beth and Wallace on the other. Both boys had erections and Beth saw Vivian find Roy's organ with her mouth and quickly exhaust him, then shift her torso so that she could do the same to Wallace.
Then she went back to Roy again and aroused him until she could suck him again. My body was covered with sweat and I felt the pain increasing in my loins. There was nothing sensual or sexual about this pain. My flesh seemed to be on fire. The pain and terror mounted in me and then I guess I must've passed out.
I remember that when I came to I was still tied and gagged, but Vivian was busy again with another swab, another bottle of fluid. I was still sore and inflamed, but the searing, tearing agony was gone. Vivian glanced at the boys and they untied me. Roy removed the gag and I realized that I was weak and trembling from the horrible ordeal. Vivian put the equipment she had been using away in the suitcase, and as she stood looking down at me, I noticed that her lovely face was cold and austere.
"Think you've learned a lesson?" she asked.
I must've been too weak to answer her; I think I just nodded my head. Vivian smiled at me and told me that I would be myself again in about an hour, but I was to remember that I would be punished in that fashion anytime I did things without permission. In the future, she added, my life and my person belonged to her.
Beth says that Vivian helped her to stand and then she was taken into the bathroom where a long hose was used to flush out her vaginal cavity. She says after that she felt as good as new. Vivian took her back to the bed and the boys took turns having intercourse with her, after which Vivian, who was naked now, moved in on Beth and began a long period of cunnilingus.
Later, Beth says, when they were resting and smoking cigarettes, Vivian told her that they were all going to stay with her and have dinner with her and her husband. Beth became alarmed, but Vivian pointed out that Elwood knew her. She could say that they were friends and the boys had stopped by to check on the fabric for the furniture.
By evening they dressed and went downstairs. Vivian and the two boys helped with the preparations for dinner. When Elwood arrived home, he found them in his living room watching television. Beth met him at the door and told him that they had company for dinner. Elwood seemed rather pleased to see Vivian. She seemed quite delighted to see him and watching them, Beth says, she wondered just what Vivian had in her mind. She was nervous and worried because Vivian and the boys had stayed. She regarded her life with Vivian and the boys and her life with her husband as two different and totally irreconcilable worlds. She couldn't imagine why Vivian would want to stay for dinner and meet Elwood and perhaps jeopardize their association.
After dinner, Vivian began helping Beth with the dishes. During dinner she had told Elwood that she had seen the house and found it to be lovely. She told him that Beth had shown her the attic and that she had some ideas about how it could be furnished very nicely and made usable. She suggested that, after they had eaten, Elwood go upstairs with the boys who would show him what she had in mind. Beth says that Elwood went off with Roy and Wallace, while Beth and Vivian were still tidying up the kitchen. When the kitchen was cleaned up, Vivian told Beth to follow her and they would join Elwood and the boys.
When they got to the attic, Beth says, Elwood was sitting in a chair, tied hand and foot. Vivian asked the boys if he had given them any trouble. They laughed. Elwood was gagged and his eyes looked frightened. Beth says that Vivian sat down in a wooded chair in front of him, lit a cigarette and then glanced at Beth. By now, Beth says, she was suddenly horrified.
"I have decided that we are going to live together, dear," Vivian told me. "And I think Elwood can be useful to us and quite entertaining. I'm sure that he will love having me around."
She then turned to the boys and told them to go downstairs and bring up a couple of mattresses. Vivian turned her attention now back to Elwood. She touched his cheek, then dropped her hand to his lap, opened his fly and scooped out his cock and balls. She seemed a bit disappointed when she examined them; she looked up, meeting his outraged stare and grinned.
"You really don't have much cock, Elwood," she said, "but, I'll put up with you. When the boys come back upstairs I'm going to have them undress you. Then I'm going to give you a whipping. I think you'll like that, Elwood. The boys and I are going to stay with you and Beth all weekend and you are going to have a grand time. We all are. You see, Beth is my girl now. Aren't you, dear?" She looked at me. I think I gave Vivian a weak smile-I was frightened-and nodded. Vivian wore a triumphant look as she turned back to Elwood. She seemed amused by the look in his eyes.
"You have a choice, little man," she said coldly. "If you decide you don't want to play on our team, I will take Beth away from you and you will never see her again. You wouldn't want that, would you?"
Elwood shook his head hurriedly. His eyes looked terrified.
"You will go with me, won't you Beth?" Vivian asked me.
"Oh, yes," I said. "You know I will. I love you. I love you so much." I moved to stand beside Vivian and shivered when Vivian slid her hand up under my dress and caressed my buttocks. Elwood watched as if he didn't believe any of what was taking place.
The boys brought up two mattresses from downstairs and placed them on the floor, side by side. Vivian told me to take my things off and lie down, that the boys were going to screw me while Elwood watched. I felt terrible for Elwood, but I obeyed and when I laid down on the mattress, my thighs wide, Roy settled down on me and then I was guiding his huge cock into my body and Elwood was watching me with eyes that were unbelieving. When Roy was finished with me, I welcomed Wallace between my legs. Vivian was watching Elwood and when Wallace's frantic culmination occurred, Elwood's eyes spun in his head like a circus clowns. I guess he saw that I was enjoying it all very much, as was everyone else.
Vivian told the boys then to untie Elwood and undress him. She told me to stay right where I was on the mattress. I obeyed. I was too weak at the moment to have any other ideas anyway. I saw the boys hold Elwood like they would a child, stripping his clothes from him and then he stood up while Vivian examined his genitals and his anus very carefully. The boys had brought the suitcases upstairs and she went to one, chose a thick heavy strap and then ordered them to get Elwood ready for a beating.
Elwood wound up tied across a chair and Vivian began laying the strap on him. She was especially vicious when she worked downward to his buttocks. Elwood's cock-my eyes were glued to it-was quickly affected by the beating and when she began stinging his bottom with the cruel strap, his flesh responded with quivering, quaking frenzies and his cock expelled a mass of come. When Vivian saw that, she stopped beating him, laid the strap down and quickly undressed. She looked superb to me in her high heels and glowing nudity. Vivian had been affected while she was using the strap on Elwood's flesh and the evidence of her passion was all over her thighs.
Vivian then picked up a long-handled whip with three thin lashes attached to its end. She approached Elwood's crimson bottom and stood a moment, looking at it. She put her hand between his legs and began milking his dangling cock. She squeezed it harshly and Elwood tried to crawl off the chair, but Vivian raised the whip then and began stinging his already puffed bottom. Elwood began writhing and grunting as she flayed his sore flesh, using the whip with fiendish accuracy, stinging his loins, in seconds, his cock was spurting again the juices of overstimulation. Seeing this brought on a convulsion in Vivian and I, watching, realized that I, too, was experiencing tiny little orgasms.
I noticed then that the boys were slowly masturbating as Elwood responded again and again to Vivian's abuses.
When Vivian dropped the whip and sagged down to the mattress, the boys went to her and Wallace quickly inserted his aroused cock into her and the next thing I knew he was screwing her like crazy while she wrapped her legs around him, whimpering and yelping in a fit of passion. As soon as Vivian came, she cried out, pushed Wallace away from her and then Roy was in, panting and shaking with an orgasm.
Vivian stayed right where she was when Wallace slipped out of her. The boys released Elwood then and removed the gag from his mouth. He was in no shape to do any talking. His eyes were shining with mist and his face was twisted in anguished torment. The boys pushed him between Vivian's thighs and he needed no urging. He found her cunt and began rimming it with his tongue, all the while making crazy, snuffling noises and twitching like a sick animal. Vivian's hands held his head and she instructed the boys to make Elwood more accommodating. They began using the whip on his bare rump. He redoubled his efforts and Vivian almost smothered him in her eagerness to achieve the orgasm that obviously was very close for her. When she finally climaxed, it was a massive sexual spasm so intense that she fought it with every ounce of her being, thereby increasing its effectiveness and her own pleasure. When it was over, she lay limp, completely enervated, too weak to say a word. Elwood was then led to my hairless crotch and he tongued my cunt while the boys used the whips on him in order to insure his eagerness. I almost died with excruciating pleasure and when I was at last brought to the point of complete sensual release, I think I lay for a long time in a stupor, unaware of my surroundings, unaware of anything except the tingling, pulsating gratifications of my senses.
When I finally returned to relative normalcy, Elwood was no longer in restraint. His face was wreathed in an idiotic smile and he seemed quite content with the bizarre circumstances that were in operation now in his own home.
The weekend was a series of sexual excesses and it is quite apparent that Elwood became a submissive; a type who reacts sensually to domination and abuses, as was Beth.
It was decided that Vivian would move into the house, live with Beth and Elwood and direct their sexual existences. The two boys who worked for Vivian anyway, would always be available for "fun and games," but Vivian would have two ardent and eager slaves who would be earnest in their desire to please her.
Eventually, Vivian furnished the attic with furnishings from her store and she had the living room set returned when it was done. In her perversion she gloried in watching her devoted slaves naked against the rich red background of the fabric which, she admitted, was her intention from the very beginning.
Elwood and Beth were a bit strange with each other when they finally had to talk things over. Beth admitted her lesbian inclinations and her hopeless love for Vivian. She knows that she and Elwood are living in a fool's paradise, that one day her love will leave her and she will be faced with the prosaic existence of a heterosexual marriage. This is a future she is prepared to face but she intends to enjoy Vivian, for as long as she can.
In the meanwhile, she and Elwood are living in willing enslavement to the perverse pleasures of humiliation and abuses.
For the present, she says, that is quite enough.
CHAPTER SIX
Many case histories now coming to light show that lesbians often marry men who are dedicated homosexuals. While this might seem pointless at first glance, those who are actually involved say that it does have its benefits.
Lesbianism possesses an unusual character in that while it supposedly constitutes a problem of social significance and has always existed, it has not attracted the wide attention that accompanies male homosexuality.
Dr. A. E. Bennet, a noted London psychiatrist says, "Homosexuality is probably as common amongst women as amongst men, but it is less prominent and it has been given less attention. It may well be that female homosexuals outnumber males."
Dr. Beran Wolfe states, "There are probably more homosexual women than men." According to Alfred Kinsey, there are probably as many males as females devoted to homosexuality.
The authorities agree, however, that many homosexuals do marry. While their relationship is often just friendship, in an ideal situation, according to the psychologists, they will complement each other. Many go much further than that and help each other in every conceivable way.
CASE HISTORY
Gwen W. is a tall, statuesque brunette with a beautiful figure and an austere beauty that makes many men slightly afraid of her. She is twenty-six, college educated and an interior decorator with an impressive list of clients. She is a lesbian and has been a practicing homosexual ever since high school. She is married to Leonard W., a successful attorney. He is a handsome, charming and quite brilliant man. Both are well-groomed, the finished product of money and education. Leonard is thirty-two and has been a dedicated homosexual since boyhood.
These two live together comfortably and have a beautiful home. While they are, theoretically at least, dedicated homosexuals, each will occasionally enjoy a heterosexual experience under controlled conditions.
Gwen has known Leonard ever since she and his sister, Lida, attended high school together. She had her first homosexual experience with Lida and has continued the relationship on an occasional basis ever since. Lida and her brother were always good friends and there came a time when Lida's relationship with Gwen became apparent to Lida's brother and the matter had to be discussed.
Leonard and Lida talked quite extensively, I know, Given says, but, he had little to say, really. He was going to college and he was already deeply involved in homosexuality so there was really very little he could says to us. I remember one afternoon when Lida and I were at her house and we were alone in the place. We were on the bed making love when Leonard walked in on us. He was home for the holidays and we thought he was downtown or someplace. He stood in the doorway and watched us for a long time. When we became aware of him, we were both quite startled and I know I was mortified. Lida just grinned and said, "Hi." When I saw that she was so unconcerned, I guess I felt a bit better. I think Leonard was a bit embarrassed because it was apparent that watching us had aroused him. Lida teased him about it and he just smiled saying it was probably because I was so lovely and made so beautifully.
It became obvious the relationship between them was quite close because Lida reached out and opened his trousers. She exposed his stiff cock and her hand wrapped around it. She began manipulating him with one hand as she tickled his testicles with the other. Leonard was watching me and frankly examining my naked body, making me a bit uncomfortable.
I shifted my gaze to his big cock and I was fascinated. It was already expelling material in thin droplets and Lida was rubbing her thumb over the tiny opening and smearing the fluid around the head of his organ. He was definitely enjoying her actions. She glanced up at him and grinned impishly. She quickly bent her head and tried to swallow his prick. He let her do just as she pleased. She began bobbing her head up and down and I could see that her cheeks were hollowed by the tremendous suction she was exerting. Leonard began to tremble and her fingers tickled his balls furiously. I could see that he was coming and Lida was obviously enjoying it all very much. She used her fingers to squeeze every drop of milky fluid possible out of him. She finally lifted her head and smiled at him. She patted his spent cock and looked at me. She asked me if I wanted to blow him, too.
Her question repelled me at first. I had never done anything like that and I told her so. She just laughed. She said that Lenny would rather make it with another guy, but he usually enjoyed it when a girl blew him. Especially, if she was good at it. She obviously had become quite good at it. Lida became insistent that I give it a try, but I refused. Lida began persuading me. She was quite determined that I was going to blow her brother. Lenny's organ was rising again as he watched me with an odd smile on his lips. Lida told me that she would go down on me and really give me a good time while I was working on Lenny. That appealed to me enormously. When she finally persuaded me to handle his genitals, I found that I enjoyed holding his immense prick, knowing that I could make it perform its function very easily which gave me a sense of enormous power.
I finally agreed to give Lenny a try. I laid down on my back in the middle of Lida's bed with a pillow under my head. Lenny took his pants and shorts off and then straddled my head. I found that I could accept his cock into my mouth and have both hands free to manipulate his balls. I began sucking his prick and then felt the warmth of Lida's mouth covering my cunt. She began her devilish little tricks with tongue, teeth and squirming lips. She quickly forced me into a series of wonderful orgasms and I'm afraid that my own pleasures increased my sucking because I was quickly inundated by a massive flood from Lenny. I found that I couldn't move because I was experiencing a grand orgasm of my own. Before the dust had settled, I had dealt with two more of Lenny's ejaculations and dozens more of my own. I was rather pleased because Lida was happy with my efforts and Lenny was, too. It was a nice experience, but nothing that would alter my way of life, or even approach the magnificence that I can achieve with another girl.
Lenny went off and left us to our own games and Lida and I spent long hours making love. Lenny went his way and we went ours after that.
Once in a while, Lida or I would visit with Lenny. If we felt in the mood, or he asked us to, we would take turns blowing him. I learned that that was all that he would let a girl do for him. He never wanted to screw, feel a girl up, or eat our pussies. Lida thought that sucking Lenny's prick was so similar to what he might expect from another guy that he was able to enjoy it no matter who did it.
It seems odd, perhaps, but Lenny and I became good friends and whenever he needed a female escort, he would take me out. I enjoyed being with him because I was genuinely fond of him. As the years passed, I sort of outgrew Lida. In college, I had several homosexual affairs of varying duration, but whenever I got home, I would see Lida. She had made similar attachments, too and it appeared that the only thing that had remained the same was my fondness for Lenny. Oh, once in a while Lida and I would get together for sex, but we had no illusions. It was sex, pure and simple.
One night Lenny asked me to go to a concert. He was just starting his legal practice and a client had given him the tickets. I agreed to go and at the concert we met the client, an old rich dame. She thought I was very beautiful and she told Lenny that he was very lucky to have such a beautiful girl friend. She said that we should get married because she was quite fond of Lenny and believed that attorneys should be settled and responsible. We accepted her advice and then got away as quickly as we could. After the concert, we stopped and had something to eat. Lenny asked me if I'd like to come up to his place for a nightcap. I agreed and after we settled down with a drink in our hands, Lenny asked me why we didn't consider marriage.
That shook me up. He knew what I was and I knew what he was and the whole thing sounded quite mad. He said it wasn't as crazy as it looked. Marriage would provide a sort of screen for both of us. He would have his friends and I could have mine and we could live a life that was quite comfortable; there would be security and a home for me and a future. He asked me to think it over.
I promised that I would. We had lots of time and I could ponder it at will. Then I finished my drink and halfway teasing, asked him if he would like me to pay for my delightful evening. He thought that might be nice, so I went over to him and settled on the floor between his feet. He opened his trousers and let me take it all out; then, settling back, he let me pay for my evening. I blew him three separate times before he finally called a halt and decided to take me home. When he dropped me at my door, he kissed me good night and I went to my bed and stayed awake half the night thinking of Lenny's odd proposal. But I didn't try to decide.
He asked me to marry him several times over the years and one night we finally talked about it quite seriously. I was out of college and just beginning to get myself established. Lenny was doing very well with his practice and we were, after all, adult human beings who were fond of each other. But I was worried about how we could live with each other's personal inclinations. So we decided that we would find out.
I was quite deeply involved with Doris, a girl that I cared for very deeply. She was a pretty little blonde with overactive glands and I wondered if Lenny would feel as he did if he were to walk in on us when we were having a time for ourselves. He was having an affair with a fellow named Arthur and I wondered if I, too, could look at the two of them having sex and not be repelled. We decided that I would engineer it so that he could walk in on Doris and me when we were making love and if we survived that, he would arrange a similar setup for me. We left it at that.
Three weeks later, Gwen says, she and her friend Doris were naked in bed, involved in a passionate sixty-nine when Lenny entered the apartment and walked into Gwen's bedroom. He stood and watched for a long time; then Gwen happened to open her eyes and when she saw him she screamed. Realizing who it was, she smiled at him and told Doris not to panic. The man was a dear friend and would never tell anyone what he had seen. He had his hangups, too.
Doris realized that Lenny was a homosexual and she felt much more at ease then. She gave him a smile and then used her fingers to finish what Gwen had been about to accomplish when Lenny interrupted them.
The girls invited Lenny to stay for dinner, then Doris dressed and went home and Gwen questioned Lenny at great length, checking his reactions. He laughed and explained that he couldn't have cared less. He would never be concerned about her love affairs. Now, how would she feel about his?
A short time later they had ample opportunity to find out. He and his friend Arthur had been having some very good times and Arthur was coming to his apartment the following night. Arthur was a law clerk whom Lenny had met and the two had been lovers for some time. Gwen was concerned about other aspects of the situation. She pointed out that many men who enjoy homosexual relationships could often go both ways and enjoy females, too. Could he stand seeing her in copulation with another male? Or fellating another man? Lenny thought it might be very interesting to find out. Gwen wondered if it was all that easy. His friend Arthur might not like girls, but another man in the future might. Lenny said it could be settled the next night. Arthur was the type that would do anything Lenny told him to do. Gwen was delighted by that information and promised that she would show up the following night, quietly enter his apartment and observe to her heart's content. They thought it all amusing.
The next night Arthur and Lenny were in his bedroom locked in a most compromising embrace, when Gwen walked in on them. She walked in undetected, sat down in a chair and watched the two men until each had achieved his orgasm. Then she coughed and they broke apart in startled motions.
Lenny smiled at her and then introduced Arthur. The law clerk was a mousy little man with pale blond hair, a hawk nose and a large sexual endowment. Gwen gave Arthur a bright smile and asked Lenny if she could stay. She was quite entranced with what she had seen and she would like to see more.
It was apparent that Arthur was quite embarrassed by the whole scene and Gwen's presence made him highly nervous. She gave him then her sweetest smile and asked him if he would be more comfortable if she undressed. That took care of any objections Arthur might have had. Gwen stood up and took her things off slowly, watching Arthur. She knew immediately that he found her enormously appealing and would enjoy having sex of any type with her. His little eyes almost popped out of his head, Gwen says, when he saw her naked and the immediate state of priapism he exhibited showed his bisexual attitudes. Arthur was a mild-mannered man and easily dominated. Gwen was quite delighted with him. She went over to the bed and sat down with her back against the headboard, the delicate folds of her sex clearly exposed to Arthur's entranced gaze. Arthur's sexual organ was so stiff, Gwen says, it was practically vibrating. Lenny watched as Gwen reached for Arthur's penis and began manipulating him.
She pulled his face close to her and kissed him. She asked him if he would like "to put that monstrous weapon of his" into her and Arthur, shivering with an excess of sexual agitation, nodded. She smiled at him and then stretched out on the bed. Arthur mounted her with little delay and while Lenny watched with a genial smile on his face, the two began a session of copulation that culminated in climaxes for both of them.
Discussing it all later with Lenny, Gwen told him that she had to regard Arthur's organ in much the same way she thought of the dildoes that she and her girl friends employed in order to obtain vaginal stimulation.
A short time after she and Arthur had tried the usual sexual act, she began handling Arthur's sexual organ and quickly brought him to an erection again. She began using her tongue and her fingernails to stimulate him and then, when his organ seemed ready, she settled her mouth over it and began a long, protracted session of fellatio. She had become quite expert at it, she says and would stimulate Arthur's organ to the point where it was ready for orgasm, then she would discontinue her efforts and let him subside. Once he had cooled down a bit, she would resume titillating him with tongue and suction and Arthur would squirm in torment. When the man was very close to climaxing, Gwen would remove her mouth, smile at Lenny and wave her hand toward Arthur's privates. Lenny would then quickly use his mouth to exhaust Arthur.
Gwen says that the night became "a most rewarding experience for everybody concerned." A little later she would begin kissing Arthur passionately while Lenny would again assault the man's organs. She would allow Arthur ample time with her superb breasts; having full rein with a beautiful woman's body stimulated Arthur excessively and Lenny would feast shamelessly upon the man's sexual responses.
Inevitably, Gwen straddled Arthur's face and let him practice cunnilingus upon her while she performed fellatio on Lenny. The session lasted till dawn and when it was finally over, it was over only because they were all exhausted.
Gwen says that she and Lenny and Arthur had many similar sessions and eventually Doris was persuaded to join them. Lenny, of course, found little pleasure in the women except for an occasional session of fellatio, but, Gwen says, he enjoyed being sodomized by the girls with their dildoes. Doris and Arthur were able to enjoy each other without reservation and still find release in congress with their homosexual partners. In time, Doris and Gwen would both work on Arthur and Lenny would fellate him as often as he pleased. They were all candidly depraved, Gwen says, but they found that they did enjoy the type of "fun and games" that they practiced and eventually she and Lenny talked again about marriage and decided that they would give it a try.
It has worked out quite beautifully for us, Gwen says. And we have some truly marvelous experiences. Actually, Lenny and I are such good friends and really so fond of each other that we do confuse people, I know.
Our favorite trick is to go night clubbing and always some guy tries to pick me up. I let him do it if Lenny likes him. Once the guy has started to move in on me, Lenny sort of vanishes. Perhaps he will call a cab and have himself driven home. He knows that from then on it is up to me.
After a while I will suggest to the guy that he take me home and perhaps come in for a nightcap. From then on it is easy. Lenny always manages to walk in on the guy with his wife, me, in a compromising state and then the guy does anything that we want him to. I enjoy the initial stages of fellatio, but the actual completion of the act is something that I can't enjoy unless it is Lenny. So, when he walks in on my cavalier of the night, we make a deal. I neck the guy, let him eat me any way he wants to, but Lenny gets his way and the poor guy goes home knowing that he has had himself a time. Of course, once in a while, we do have us a spectacular time.
Gwen states that one night when she and Lenny were on the prowl they met a lovely young couple in a swank bar and struck up an acquaintance with them. The girl was a petite blonde with a round, sweet face, still soft with the last traces of baby fat.
Lois had big, baby-blue eyes and a figure that made me drool. The young man with her, his name was Ian, was very handsome and I could tell from watching Lenny that he was yearning for the guy. We put our heads together and plotted and schemed while the young couple were on the dance floor. We decided that we would ask them if they would like to come home with us for some drinks. I think what made that seem sensible was my conviction that Lois, the sweet young blonde, was a les. I couldn't tell which way she went, I mean whether she was a passive or an aggressive, but I knew that I could trust my instincts. Lenny couldn't tell about the boy. Ian was about twenty-two and Lois was hardly more than eighteen. She was drinking illegally in the nightclub so we thought our offer might be accepted.
And it was. When I asked them if they would like to come home with us for some drinks, Lois's lovely blue eyes shimmered with intense emotion and I knew that she would be an easy conquest. Just the way she was looking at me gave it away. Ian was just eager to get out of the nightclub, probably because of finances. We paid the bill for all of us and then they followed us home in their car. While we drove home, Lenny and I discussed the young couple and just how we would go about seducing them. It was only about ten and we were actually delighted with our cleverness.
When we all got to the house, Lois and Ian accepted drinks and we settled in the living room for a talk. Naturally, in no time at all, the talk assumed a sexual character. Lois began telling me how beautiful I was and how very pleased they were to have met us. She hoped that we could be friends.
Lenny and I began asking the young people something about themselves and both Ian and Lois responded with unnecessary frankness. Lois said that she worked in an insurance company office and she and Ian were good friends. She was just eighteen and Ian was twenty-one. They had been going together for quite a while and managed to have a great deal of fun. When I told Lois that she was very pretty and had a delicately exciting figure, Lois smiled a bit coyly and said that she was happy that she was pretty because it made it possible for her to have a lot of fun. When I asked her what that meant, Lois said that every time she went out she was always encountering lesbians who wanted to pick her up. I asked her how that came about and Lois admitted quite frankly that she would sometimes let herself be picked up because she actually enjoyed lesbian love. I smiled at her and said that I had guessed that. Then I told Lois that I was a lesbian. Lois gave me a dazzling smile, then told me that she was fully aware of that.
"Ian and I figured that out when we first met you," Lois said. "But you are so very beautiful. We decided that you are both gay, and well, we thought it might be fun knowing you. You see, Ian goes both ways and so do I. So, we thought you were out for a good time and so are we."
Ian was sitting on the living-room couch, watching Lois and listening. He turned to look at Lenny and grinned. Lenny got up and made fresh drinks. I smiled at Lois and suggested that we stop wasting time and begin the festivities. Lois was more than ready. She told me that she had been hot for me ever since she had first seen me and she was sitting on pants that were soaked. I knew she welcomed a chance to get out of them.
I laughed at her candor and then led the way to the upstairs bedroom. Ian and Lenny followed us, and as soon as we walked into Lenny's bedroom, I put my arms around the luscious blonde and then began kissing her. Lois was equally excited and she clung to me, trembling, her mouth swollen and hot, whispering against my lips, squirming and writhing against my body.
"I'm so hot for you," she whispered. "I'm on fire. Please, Gwen. Just please."
It was a plea I could well understand and while I am sure I was possessed of a bit more control, I, too, was exceptionally aroused. I gently disengaged myself from the impassioned blonde and then sat down on the edge of a chair. I hiked my skirt high and let Lois see the nude beauty of my already moist pussy. Lois dropped to her knees, her face darted between my thighs and she began shaking violently as she glued her mouth to my lower lips. She was over stimulated and responded to the taste of my flesh with an evident orgasm. The two men were watching and as they saw that Lois would be quite busy for some time, they began getting undressed. I watched Ian as he dropped his pants and I was quite impressed with his ding-dong. He was beautifully hung and he had not been circumcised. His fiercely erect cock left no doubt that he was ready to be done. I watched Lenny grab the huge mechanism, then use his hand to pull the boy's foreskin back until Ian winced with hurt. I could see that Lenny was quite pleased with what he had found and he was examining the boy's cock, carefully looking for evidence of disease. Ian reached for Lenny's cock then and the two moved toward the bed, shamelessly eager for each other.
I watched them settle on the bed and quickly find each other with hungry mouths. All the while they were enjoying each other, Lois was driving me half insane with her flickering tongue and expert suction.
Poor Lois, she was so hot. She just kept coming all the while she was making love to my sex. You could see the force of her orgasms each time; her small body shook and shuddered. I ached with a need to have her and finally I just couldn't help myself. I slid out of the chair and then I was at her. She pulled her skirt high and I saw that she had no pants on. Her cunt was tiny and the dainty pink petals were like a child's. She had shaved herself and her whole sexual area was bewitching; when I zeroed in on her and tasted the incredible sweetness of her honey-pot, I achieved a massive orgasm and that triggered her loins and it all became wonderful.
We were busy with each other's crotches for at least an hour before we were able to face the task of undressing. Lenny and Ian were locked in passionate ecstasy and we undressed without saying a word. Lois's body was exceptionally beautiful with small, pert breasts and wide, softly rounded hips. As soon as we were naked, we started in a sixty-nine, chomping away like crazy.
Inevitably, everyone finally needed a brief rest to recover strength; we talked and got better acquainted. Lois was quite willing to admit that she was oversexed and she hoped that they could have a nice long visit. She had great expectations. She wanted to blow both men often, she said, she wanted to enjoy everything. She was disappointed to learn that Lenny had no interest in screwing, but when I told her that I had dildoes of all shapes and sizes she was quite pleased about that.
Ian was obviously impatient to ram his cock into me and when Lois began sucking Lenny, I drew him to me and guided him into my cunt. And man, did I enjoy that session. When she had exhausted Lenny, Lois was ready to get between my legs and she climbed on top of me and licked me there until I was breathless and wrung out. In a short time, Ian was again hard and he mounted Lois from the rear and fucked her in the ass. When that was over, I slid my mouth over Lois and we enjoyed each other for hours.
All in all, Gwen states, the two young people were delightful friends and most remarkably gifted when it came to exploiting the senses and the sexual benefits that healthy bodies can provide.
Ian and Lois stayed with them for three days and left only because they had to go back to their jobs. But, after that first visit, the two young people have been weekend guests on many occasions and there is a sexual rapport that has developed among them. and Gwen says, there "have been other benefits, too."
Ian and Lois have friends who have the same inclinations that we do and once in a while they will bring a couple with them and we will enjoy ourselves to the utmost. Very often, some of their friends will require special services and we deal with them quite capably. One girl in particular, Brenda, is a beautiful redhead, but she has some very definite hangups. She can only achieve orgasm if she is whipped and abused and then forced to perform sexual acts. Lenny deals with her beautifully. I think he gets some perverted joy out of whipping the girl, I know that he does because he will often come without being touched while he is applying the whips to her most sensitive parts. She likes being whipped between her legs and it requires that to provide the ultimate in sexual satisfaction for her and she is always properly grateful to Lenny for his efforts on her behalf. But, all in all, we enjoy a good life and while it is possible that Lenny and I do bird-dog for each other, what's wrong with that? Perhaps ours is an odd marriage, but it works for us and I don't foresee a divorce.
CHAPTER SEVEN
There is a great deal of evidence to support the claim many psychologists make that a dyed-in-the-wool lesbian feels a strong hatred for the male. Many assume that this sort of dislike may be a severe case of penis envy, or envy of the male's strength, because it would appear that the lesbian does enjoy depleting the male and many get their sexual releases out of abusing the male. Many lesbians marry men they can dominate and abuse virtually without reservations in order to enjoy these perverse pleasures.
The case books are now cluttered with instances wherein a dominant lesbian, having married a man who is mild-mannered and submissive in nature, spends most of her time abusing the male. The degree of abuse heaped upon the man usually indicates the extent of the wife's hatred and emotional warping. One case history recently encountered deals with such a situation and suggests that such lesbians should not marry at all.
CASE HISTORY
Irene P. is an exceptionally pretty redhead. She has a marvelous figure, an excellent mind and she is usually a charming young person. She is twenty-six and has been married to Wilbur P., three years her senior, for four years.
Her lesbian tendencies emerged when she was in high school and have strengthened ever since.
My girl friend and I used to spend a lot of time together when I was in high school, she says and we got around to playing with each other. You know, she would masturbate me and I would do her and then we tried eating each other and we liked it and from then on I sort of stayed with it.
When I left college, where I had homosexual experiences in abundance, believe me, I got a job in creative design and was very successful. I met Wilbur shortly after I started working and I'm afraid that Wilbur fell hopelessly in love with me. He used to adore me and worship me like I was something infinitely precious.
I just couldn't turn my back on something like that, so we started going out together. After all, there wasn't anyone else I liked and a girl needs a man around, or right away people begin to suspect that she is a homosexual. That's all you need, sometimes, just the suspicion and then you are out on your ear. It doesn't matter how well you do your job, once you get that kind of a brand on you, you are done. So, Wilbur's adoration became very appealing to me and we went out together for a long time. Wilbur was always begging me to marry him, but I kept putting him off. I didn't want a man, I wanted another girl, but he kept persisting. He was so much in love he was sickening. He was like a little puppy and I could do anything to him I wanted and he would take it and still keep coming back for more.
Then I got myself mixed up with a girl who wasn't the type I cared for particularly and when the affair ended she became quite nasty and threatened to spread the word on me around our office. That decided me. I figured I had better marry Wilbur, just in case she did open her mouth. I had it worked out in my mind that if I married Wilbur and she said anything, I would merely say that she was a lesbian and had tried to make me and when I told her that I wasn't like that and was going to marry Wilbur, she wouldn't have a leg to stand on. I thought it was all very clever of me.
So, one night when Wilbur and I were out and he kept pressing me to marry him, I finally told him the truth. I told him that I was very fond of him and was sure I could be happy with him, but that I was a lesbian and could never tell when such inclinations in me might get out of hand. Wilbur accepted that with a sad face, but he just didn't care. He wanted me so badly that he made an agreement not to try to interfere if I got involved. Then I told him that I would probably be mean to him and treat him shamefully because I was that type. He said that was all right, too. He just didn't care about anything, as long as I'd marry him and three weeks later I did.
I had a ball on our honeymoon. I don't think Wilbur had too much fun though. I made him get up in the morning and fix my breakfast and bring it to me in bed. I made him eat me while I was having it and if he made me come too quickly, I boxed his ears for him. But he accepted it all quite gracefully and never complained. Before I married Wilbur I had gotten into the habit of rinsing out my under-things and my stockings before I went to bed at night. Once we got married I made him do it.
Wilbur had a big dong for a mousy guy and I used to enjoy playing with it and sucking it all the time. I know that it hurt like hell when I would pull the foreskin back too far, but I liked doing it and watching him wince. And I'd suck him till he just couldn't get it up again and then I'd taunt him about not being a man. One morning we were lying in bed; I had been sucking him and he had come three times, but it just wouldn't work anymore and I was telling him what a sissy he was. I had the belt to my dress in my hand. I had picked it up off the floor and I guess I was just fooling with it. Anyway, it was doubled up in my fist and when I was bawling Wilbur out for having a dead stick, I hauled off and hit his cock a hell of a wallop with the end of the belt. Wilbur whimpered like an animal and then the most amazing thing happened. His cock jumped right up and stood straight. I hit it again and Wilbur gave me a sick look, but it actually seemed that he liked what I had done.
Well, I slapped him with the belt a few times more and then he reached out and stopped me, begging me not to hit him again.
"Why not, Wilbur?" I said teasingly. "I like whipping you there. I like it very much. Now, you want me to be happy, don't you?"
His face got all screwed up and he told me that he would come if I hit him again. I didn't believe him, so I made him take his hands away so I could hit him some more. He did and then I hit him a hell of a wallop that stung his rod and his balls too and man, did he pop! The stuff went squirting all over the place and I just sat up in the bed, astonished. I put my mouth over him and managed to get the last of it and then I made him tell me what it was all about.
Wilbur told me later that he had a stem mother who often spanked him and in time, inflicted punishment on his genitals, too, without realizing that she was conditioning his sexual flesh. In time, I guess, just whipping his genitals even slightly could have immediate reactions and he had no control over that. I quickly deduced that if what he said was true he must enjoy being whipped. Wilbur admitted that that was true. My glee knew no bounds. I told him that I would undoubtedly have a happy life with him because I discovered that I reacted quite surprisingly to abusing him. Actually, while I used the belt to flay his cock I discovered that I came almost each time I struck him. I told him that once we settled into our own home, I would beat him regularly.
Wilbur didn't seem unhappy when I told him that. In fact, I got the impression that he couldn't wait for us to get into our own home so that I could amuse myself with him.
We bought a small house in a remote section of the city where we had no near neighbors. I chose the house deliberately because of the privacy it offered.
The first night we slept in our new home I had him carry a big heavy, coffee table upstairs to our bedroom. I had bought the piece with very definite ideas in mind. When we undressed, I ordered Wilbur to put his torso on the coffee table and then I tied his ankles and wrists to the legs of the table in a fashion that kept his knees far apart. His head hung down over the edge and he could see his own dangling genitals. I told him that I was going to whip his ass till I got tired of it and if he screamed or made too much noise, I'd gag him. I slid my body beneath the table with my muff just beneath his eyes and then I began sucking him, forcing him into multiple orgasms and each time I made him come, I got more excited. When he was unable to keep a hard on I still kept at him and forced him to come while still flaccid. That surprised me because I hadn't known it could be done.
I had done a great deal of shopping while on our honeymoon and I had a heavy, thick belt that I intended to use for whipping Wilbur's ass and then I had several vicious whips that I had bought for other purposes.
I began on Wilbur's buttocks and each time I struck his plump flesh I experienced a tiny, trickling climax that was a decidedly exquisite experience for me, but as I continued I found myself becoming more and more aroused. Wilbur was a weeping, sobbing wretch and still I continued until at last he was again erect and quivering. Then I took time out to suck him and empty his loins again.
I gave him a brief rest period while I arranged myself in front of him in a way so he could eat my pussy and I told him to do it nicely or I would be absolutely merciless when I began whipping him again. Wilbur, as hot-assed as he was, needed no encouragement and he forced me into a final orgasm so powerful that I was half an hour getting my strength back.
When I did recover, I was still excited and determined to treat Wilbur some more. I tried out the various whips I had bought and I used them to sting Wilbur's cock, now dangling helplessly between his legs. Wilbur responded to that treatment with cries of anguish and a quick, throbbing hard on. I sucked him off again and kept that up, alternating with whip and mouth until nothing worked and Wilbur was useless. That first night I let him sleep right where he was because I just didn't have the strength to untie him and help him into bed.
Afterwards, I began experimenting, trying to discover new and different ways of using Wilbur. I'd whip him soundly, then suck him off, then wrap a thick cord around his flaccid prick and attach an ordinary flat iron to it. I knew that the heavy weight must have hurt him pretty bad. Wilbur accepted anything that I did to him and kept telling me how much he loved me, how he couldn't live without me. I discovered that Wilbur would do anything I told him to do. One night I had to go to the bathroom to pee. I decided to see how much Wilbur really loved me and I ordered him to lie down under my pussy and open his mouth. I was so stimulated when he actually did it and I peed on his face, that from then on Wilbur had a steady job. Forcing him to do that for me gave me an enormous climax and I peed in his mouth each chance I got.
I guess my life with Wilbur settled down into a routine and he went back to work while I quit my job and stayed home to keep house. Wilbur earned an excellent living and there was no need for me to work. I had a nice car and soon found myself driving into town, having lunch at the nice places and then stopping off in a bar. I guess I was on the prowl and I knew that lesbians hang out in bars, seeking people like me.
One afternoon I met a beautiful young blonde, a lovely thing with deep violet eyes, a soft sullen mouth and a visible letch. Her name was Ruth and she was very much interested in romance. She and I hit it off and when I suggested that we leave the bar and go to my house, Ruth agreed quite readily. She told me she was dying for sex. I knew just how that could be, because something about the blonde's personality had me in bad shape, too. We lost no time in driving to my place. Then we got undressed and spent several cunt-drenching hours in bed.
Ruth was a skillful lesbian in spite of her obvious youth. She was also quite submissive and she told me, with her lovely violet eyes glowing, that she liked to be made to do things. She said she could function most effectively if she had someone who would tell her what to do. She was like that. That sort of talk delighted me and I told Ruth that I would tell her what to do.
I went on then to tell Ruth that I was married and that my husband was the submissive type and I dominated him completely. There was something appealing about Ruth and I found myself asking the girl if she would like to move in and stay with me and Wilbur. Ruth jumped at the chance. She was living in a furnished room and had been working in the five-and-ten and had lost her job a few days ago because she had overslept. I had assumed that Ruth was only sixteen and had run away from home several months earlier. She was dying to find a home with someone who would understand her and like her. And I could see she adored me.
When Wilbur came home from work that evening, I introduced Ruth to him and told him that Ruth was going to live with us. I told him, too, that Ruth was a very talented lesbian, that we had spent most of the day in lovemaking and that I was tired. I told him to fix supper.
Wilbur accepted my words without complaint. Ruth and I sat in the kitchen watching Wilbur prepare the dinner, but I was impatient to expose the hold I had upon my husband and I told Wilbur that I would like him to take his pants and his shorts off so that Ruth could look at his prick while he fixed dinner. Wilbur seemed about to rebel, but I gave him a stern glance and he obeyed me. Knowing that Ruth was inspecting his meat affected him and he was walking around with a hard on. Ruth seemed entranced at the sight of that and I asked her if she would like to blow Wilbur and Ruth jumped at the chance. I told Wilbur to stand sideways at the sink, peeling potatoes while Ruth enjoyed herself with his cock. She began sucking him and then became so excited and voracious that Wilbur came within minutes. When Ruth tired of his cock, he went on with his work and eventually the three of us sat down to dinner.
The evening meal out of the way, I told the two of them to follow me upstairs. There Ruth and Wilbur started fucking like a couple of snakes and then I used the whips on Wilbur's ass to bring him back to useful size. Then I got him to screw me. Then Ruth and I enjoyed each other with our tongues up each other's cunts. It was wild.
Later, Wilbur was spread-eagled on the coffee table and I used the heavy belt first, then the whips, while Ruth was allowed to suck Wilbur steadily during his whipping. Later, she tried her hand at flaying Wilbur, too and she discovered that she reacted to that sort of thing the same way I did.
This sort of thing became a nightly pattern and Irene was quite certain that Wilbur would finally leave her, but he never did. His reaction to abuse seemed amazing, for he confessed that the treatment Irene forced upon him was stimulating. He was, admittedly, psychologically fouled up. He even enjoyed being beaten and abused by Ruth and he was happy and content with his life as it was.
Once he made that admission the girls became artful and inventive in their abuses of him. They had dildoes and both took turns sodomizing him after he had been severely beaten. Ruth was lazy and indolent and she lived only for sex. She saw the service that Wilbur would perform for Irene, relieving her of the need to go to the bathroom and she insisted upon that type of service, too. Wilbur performed it for both women without complaining.
In time, Irene got into the habit of picking up men and there were many occasions when a male would come to the house, cavort with both women and get homosexual attention from Wilbur. There seemed to be no end to the humiliations and indignities that the girls thought up for Wilbur and he accepted all of them, without complaining or rebelling.
While the case history of such a family is admittedly quite bizarre, it is by no means unusual and many lesbians are marrying men whose personality suggests that they will be submissive partners and accept the activities of the women they marry without complaint or divorce.
The lesbian who knowingly attempts marriage must be considered quite different from the girl who has no idea of her leanings in that direction and who actually tries to make a go of marriage. While it would appear that these are two totally different types, psychologists say that that is but a beginning. A majority of lesbians are different types, the experts say and no two females are alike; and so long as men find them attractive and offer the protection of marriage, a home and good income, they will continue to accept proposals. The overt lesbian knows in advance, however, that she has no intention of keeping her marriage vows. She couldn't even if she tried.
The latent lesbian is unfortunate, especially so because she often encounters her deviation under circumstances that are particularly cruel and utterly hopeless.
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In researching the material for this volume the following books and their authors have been decidedly helpful.
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