Older women with bizarre tastes for young boys train and mould their more than willing victims to perform for sexual gratification. The morals of youth twisted to stimulate these corrupt females using fellatio, cunnilingus, etc. when desirable or necessary. Young boys seduced and used for erotic pleasures and perverse sexual satisfaction.
MANY MANY ACTUAL CASE HISTORIES
OTHER BOOKS BY DR. GUENTER KLOW, Ph.D.
Women Who Seduce Boys
More Women Who Seduce Boys
Still More Women Who Seduce Boys
Women Who Seduce Girls
Children Who Seduce Men
Women and Their Boys
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INTRODUCTION
When my publisher asked me to produce a fourth volume on the subject of women who seduce boys, my immediate reaction was to ask whether instead of being my publisher, he should become a patient.
Spurning the offer, he remained adamant that there was a strong public demand for another volume on the subject. It was obvious to him that my reluctance to produce a fourth volume was, in part, a case of my not wanting to become known as the expert on seduction of boys by women, and little else.
Following weeks of argument, during which he displayed a tenacity known only among publishers, bill collectors and bulldogs, he brought me to heel.
Devious chap that he is, he achieved this, in part, by throwing my own argument against me.
As I have stated in the introductions to previous works on human sexual behavior, my purpose in writing these books is to broaden human understanding of human behavioral patterns.
He went on then to point out that since he had on file letters demanding yet another volume on the subject, and in sufficient quantity to indicate a strong demand, that I was being disloyal to my own principles by refusing to produce another volume dedicated to greater public understanding when the public was demanding it.
And so, with the distinct impression that I had been had, I returned to my files, and those of my colleagues, to search out appropriate material for this fourth volume.
The reader need no fear that what will be said here is merely a rehash of what was contained in the three previous volumes. Such is not the case.
Human behavior is such that there is always new material to be presented, case histories that are essentially different, in some respect, from other case histories. There are always cases that could have been explored in previous works, but had to be put aside due to considerations of space.
It is on this basis then, that I turn to volume four on this complex subject.
As in my previous works, I shall lean heavily on actual case histories to illustrate various facets of the subject.
Perhaps as a sop to an old man's pride, the publisher has agreed to release me from the bonds of chapterization in compiling this work. That he did so kicking and screaming is neither here nor there.
As a result, dear reader, I shall present you with what is in effect, a one chapter book. You will find, I am sure, that this will not make reading any more difficult in the least.
Those who insist that a book must be broken into chapters, may feel free to consider each case history a chapter. In reply to those who would say that it is unacceptable, from a literary point of view, to publish a one chapter book, I would reply that it is unacceptable, from a social point of view, for women to seduce boys. Surely that leaves us even.
On that note then, let us get on with the study of this (to some) frightening (to others) fascinating subject.
Guenter Klow
Since I have promised not to repeat material contained in previous volumes of this work, I shall spare the reader, and at the same time keep my word, from repeating the basic questions any doctor must face in presenting the phenomenon of women who seduce boys.
All that is necessary at this stage is to face the realization that there are such women and there are such boys.
Whether out of boredom or curiosity, women do seduce males who are too young to be called young men. We shall see that it happens in early maturity, and after menopause. We shall see too, that it can be a carefully planned seduction, worked on over a long period of time, or it can be a spur of the moment thing.
What we shall see, generally, is that the basic pattern involved is a basic lack of pattern. Contrary to the writings of Saint Paul, as I understand them, women are human beings. That being accepted, then we dare not attempt to lock them into a form and expect formulated social and sexual actions and reactions from them any more than we would expect such in the case of the male of the species.
I propose to deal with woman in her infinite variety, to demonstrate her strengths and weaknesses in this facet of sexual behavior and, as always, to make the reader wonder not why all others do not conform to his own beliefs, but why he cannot understand the ways and beliefs and compulsions of others. Others such as Martha, let us say.
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CASE HISTORY Martha
At the age of thirty-four, Martha was an unfortunately unattractive spinster with few friends, no lovers, and with no hope of finding love and marriage. She had a reasonably good figure, but managed to hide it behind unwisely selected clothing, and a plain, unattractive face which constantly bore a sour, forbidding expression.
Martha had remained at home with her elderly, ailing mother after her father died and her older brothers and sisters married and moved away to make their own lives. It is a familiar trap, and one that is almost invariably fatal to character development.
She had her first sexual experience at the age of twenty when she was reasonably attractive. She recalls that the act was painful, but that the greater pain came later when the man who relieved her of her virginity while discussing marriage, turned out to be securely married and with no intention of changing his status.
Two years later, she had her second adventure with the doctor who was treating her mother. A warm friendship had developed between Martha and the doctor until it reached the point where, with her bedridden mother safely upstairs, she was bed-ridden by the doctor in a downstairs room.
After he had enjoyed her hospitality for a while, her second lover developed other interests and, eventually had a colleague look after the care of her mother. She did not see him again.
Martha lost all faith in her ability as a woman. Not surprisingly, she stopped caring about her appearance, and turned away from the reality of life to the world of books.
She found the romance she craved there, and it came without the danger of hurt. While reading, she could be as beautiful as the heroine, and as well and as constantly loved by the hero.
By the time her mother died when she was thirty-three, Martha had developed her life's pattern. Freed from the responsibility of caring for her mother, she was too tired and too defeated to go out and face a new way of life.
The life she knew was as unattractive, but as comfortable, as an ugly old shoe. She curled up into it and tied the laces to keep the world out.
For months, she went on living as she had in the past. If there was a plus factor, it was in the fact that her mother was no longer suffering, and no longer requiring care. There was more time, and so she read more. Nothing else changed.
When change came into her life, it came as it so often does, uninvited.
It was a hot summer afternoon and, after finishing her work in the house, Martha sought the comfort of a tepid bath. In her bedroom, she tiredly stripped naked, thinking of nothing but the luxury of a long stay in the tub with a good book.
At one point, she thought she heard a sound outside her ground floor window, but she dismissed it as being just another prowling dog or cat in search of a free meal.
When she returned considerably later to her bedroom, she was still naked. Turning to her dresser, she bent to open the drawer where she kept her lingerie. In doing so, she caught the reflection of a motion in the mirror.
Stricken with shock and horror, she looked more closely to see a familiar face in the glass. It belonged to a fifteen year old boy who lived next door and often did odd jobs for her around the house and garden.
She realized then that he had been watching when she undressed earlier, and had come back for more. How often had he done it in the past, she wondered.
Martha knew she should move away from there and put something on, yet she couldn't. It was as if she had become rooted to the spot. She had always liked the boy, but at that moment, she was filled with anger.
Her mind beginning to click then, she turned in the other direction and walked to the closet. Picking up a bathrobe, she calmly slipped it on, tied it securely, and, without looking in the direction of the window, walked out of the room.
Martha paused in the kitchen long enough to decide what she was going to do, then slipped quietly out the side door, walked around the corner of the house, and had a firm grip on the boy's arm before he realized what was happening.
"You are coming into the house with me, Paul," she informed him in a curt tone, "and I am going to show you what happens to boys who peek at women when they are getting undressed."
He threatened to balk, but when Martha issued a counter threat that she would tell his mother when she returned from work, Paul decided she represented the lesser of two evils and went along.
Martha led the boy directly to the scene of the crime, the bedroom into which he had peeped at her in the nude. While he stood before her, she subjected him to a long and thorough cross examination.
In the course of their question and answer session, the boy admitted that he had peeped into her window before, that she was the first and only female he had ever seen in the nude, and that he always became terribly excited when he saw her in little or no clothes.
But still that was not enough for the woman. She went on to force him to admit that after peeking into her window, he would go into the house where he was alone, and think of the excitement of her naked body as he masturbated.
"How long is it since you have been spanked?" she asked him then.
"I never got a spanking," he told her in a tone that suggested sobs were close to the surface.
"You are going to get your first one right now, Paul," she told him calmly. "I have no experience with spanking either, but I think I can manage it quite well."
When he threatened to rebel, Martha pointed to the extension telephone on the bedside table and told him she would report him to the police as a peeping torn. He had no way of knowing that she was bluffing, so he called off the promised rebellion.
"No," he sobbed, "please not with my pants down," he begged as he saw and felt her fingers at his belt.
"With your pants and your shorts down, Paul," she told him. "You think nothing of peeping at me when I am naked, so I shall have no more concern for your modesty."
The shy, sensitive boy began crying then, but he did not attempt to resist as she lowered his pants and shorts until they fell at his ankles, then took him over her lap.
Telling him that he would cry more loudly before she finished spanking him, Martha took a firm grip with her left hand and arm and, raising her right, delivered the first spank to the white, smooth buttocks.
She did not know how it would feel to spank a person on the bare posterior, but the feeling she did experience took her by surprise. A thrill ran through her body that was so overpowering as to bring her close to crying out.
Seeing the faint pink blush on the cheek her hand had slapped, Martha trembled and brought her palm down sharply on the other cheek. Again, there was a gasp from the boy, and the volume of his sobbing increased.
In the beginning, Martha had thought in terms of a dozen or so sound spanks. Long before she reached that figure, she knew that the boy was going to receive a lot more than that.
Fighting off feelings of shame and guilt as her hand slapped from cheek to cheek of the writhing, plunging rear of the boy, Martha surrendered to the long forgotten thrill of sexual arousal.
Never before, not before, during or after sexual intercourse, had she ever known such a degree of sexual stimulation.
Only when she realized that the boy was screaming hoarsely and almost choking, did Martha stop spanking. His buttocks glowed brilliant red and were hot to the touch as she patted where she had spanked. Still, she did not let him off her lap.
For the first time, she realized that the exertion of her spanking and the boy's wild threshing across her lap, had pulled her bathrobe open. Now, instead of lying on her robe, his tummy and thighs were making warm contact with her own bare thighs.
Arousal went into a spiral that was far beyond her ability to cope with it. Her body seemed covered with exposed nerve endings. Between her thighs, she felt a ravenous hunger, the like of which she had never known.
At first, without realizing it, then deliberately and excitedly, she massaged the hot, smooth skin of his nether cheeks. His sobbing decreased gradually, but his young, semi naked body continued to rub and twitch against her thighs in a way that was driving her insane with unbridled lust.
With a sinking sensation of guilt, Martha saw her hand moving around his thigh. It did not stop until it closed around his penis. She knew then that the boy would not leave her bedroom until she had seduced him.
"Oh ... oh ... oh..." she heard him sigh in arousal and surprise as his penis became erect in her hand, thrilling her as much as it did him.
"You like that, don't you Paul," she said in a tone that was suddenly warm and arousing.
"Yes, yes," he sobbed and panted as her hand moved slowly back and forth on his penis.
"You wanted to see my body," she told him as she helped him off her lap, "so I'm going to show it to you, Paul. All of it, bare naked all over. Here, Paul, here."
With that, she tore the belt of the robe open and dropped the garment to the floor. She heard a little cry from the boy, then swept him into an embrace.
"Quickly Paul," she told him in an urgent whisper, "take your clothes off, all of them. Get bare naked like me."
Tears flooding his eyes, his fingers trembling, the excited boy began to unbutton his shirt. When he was too slow, Martha helped him and soon had him naked as she.
Pulling him onto the bed, she drew him into another passionate embrace, this time with the boy lying on her heaving, perspiring, naked body.
After a little while, she released him from the crushing embrace and told him to fondle her breasts. Both watched in delight as her nipples jutted in full arousal as a result of the ministration of his trembling young fingers.
The boy was a little nervous when she fed a full breast into his mouth, but he soon discovered that it was thrilling to suck the breast of a woman, and went about it greedily as she rubbed his head and told him of the wonderful things the two of them would do together.
When she indicated her other breast, the boy moved over eagerly and took the nipple and much of the silken globe she offered with a thrilling eagerness which seemed to more than match hers.
His hands began to explore her body, and she encouraged him. When she saw that he was curious about her buttocks, she turned over and invited him to play there. His fingers were strong and curious and she gave a little moan of passion when they parted her buttocks and traced a line up the valley that had been previously unexplored by either eyes or hands.
His nervous voice asked to see between her legs then, and she trembled violently.
"Have you never seen what a female has there?" she asked.
"Oh no, and I've always wanted to. I've heard boys talk about it."
"Well you're going to see one now, Paul. It's so exciting to show a boy his first one."
Rolling over onto her back, she kept her thighs closed tightly to savor the thrill of his eager anticipation a little longer. She allowed him to run his fingers through her pubic hair and rub her mons veneris, but she kept him waiting to see her vulva.
Then, when she thought he was going to cry again, Martha raised and parted her legs, bending her knees, to form a wide vee.
"Hey, that's really something," he gasped in wonder. "But I can't see any hole in it. Isn't there supposed to be one for the guy to..." he paused, "put his thing in?"
"Not really a hole, Paul, it's more a slit. Watch now, I'll show it to you."
Using her fingers, she parted the labia to show him the interior of her vagina.
"Get close to it, Paul, so you can really see what it looks like," she urged.
Moving between her legs, the boy brought his face so close to her body that it almost touched her. In her limited sexual experience, Martha had never felt the touch of lips on her vulva, yet her extensive reading had brought it to her attention and she wanted desperately to have the boy do it to her.
Caution advised her against it however. She reminded herself that it was his first time and feared shocking him and spoiling him for the act of sexual intercourse she had to have.
When she urged him to, he began to touch her vulva in a tentative manner at first, then became more aggressive as his fingers slipped inside to probe the moist depths.
"Is it always wet and hot like that?" he asked as his breath and words came out in gasps.
"Only when a woman is excited the way you are exciting me right now," she replied. "Do it some more, Paul, I like to feel your fingers in my (vagina). "
"Are you going to let me...? " He stopped, unable to bring himself to use the word he wanted.
"Am I going to let you (sexual intercourse) me, Paul?" It was the first time she had ever used the word aloud, and the sound of it thrilled her. She repeated it as she told him that she was indeed and that they were both ready for it right then.
Unable to believe his good fortune, Paul allowed her to get him into position so that he was lying on her naked body with his penis in her crotch.
"There Paul," she told him, "when you get it into me, you will be able to take one of my nipples in your mouth to suck while you (sexual intercourse) me."
She felt him fumbling between her thighs as he tried to find the opening. She was on the verge of screaming when he found it at last and she felt him pushing into her.
Her legs went high in the air and he felt her thighs rubbing him. It had been so many years since she had felt a penis in her, and she had given up hope of ever experiencing that thrill again. It was even better than she remembered it to have been.
Instinct told the boy how to stroke his penis. When he became careless, his penis slipped out of the slippery aperture, but he quickly fitted it in again as the woman moaned in disappointment. When she felt it return to her vagina, she gave a little cry of joy.
Her thighs crushed the boy as her buttocks came up off the bed when a strong orgasm swept over her. It was just ending, when she felt him jerking and twitching in her crotch. With a series of short gasps and groans, he ejaculated his semen into her and she felt a warming glow.
While they rested, the boy still lying atop her, his spent penis still in her vagina, Martha explained about female climax and other facets of sexual intercourse and sexual byplay. She told him then of the joys of cunnilingus and how she would let him do that to her the next time they met.
Since it was during school vacation, Paul came to visit as soon as his mother left for work in the morning. On arrival, he learned that she was going to spank him again.
"But I didn't do anything wrong," he pleaded.
"That has nothing to do with it, dear," she explained. "It was such fun spanking your bare ass yesterday, that I'll want to do it every time we meet."
"Will it be a hard one like yesterday?" he asked with a sob in his voice.
"Not that hard, dear, but hard enough to make you cry. The sound of you crying on my lap makes the spanking even better for me. I'll tell you what, Paul, first I'll spank you, then if you want to, I'll be the little girl who did something bad, and you can take my panties down and take me over your lap for a nice spanking."
"You mean really spank the way you spank me?"
"Just as hard, Paul. I know it will hurt and probably make me cry, but I think it will be fun."
As she had done the day before, Martha lowered his pants and shorts, took him over her lap after raising her dress and slip so that he lay across her nylon sheathed thighs, and gave him the promised spanking. He cried and kicked nicely all the way through it, but later, as she hugged and kissed him, he told her it hadn't been so bad after all. The stiffness of his penis as she spoke attested to that.
When she told him to, he stripped naked. The combined sight of his erect penis and his well reddened buttocks thrilled her so that she was tempted to lead him into sexual intercourse without further play, but she managed to resist the temptation, knowing that it would spoil all she had planned.
"I was a naughty girl last night, Paul," she then told him in the best childish tone she could manage.
"What did you do?" he asked, curious, not realizing that she was playing a game that would lead up to her being spanked.
"Well, after I went to bed, I was so horny that I played with my hot little pussy. I think I should be spanked on the bare ass for that, don't you?" She asked the question with a smile that told the boy what it was all about.
Nervously, Paul assumed the paternal role as she held her dress and slip up to her waist while he slowly lowered her panties. As he sat on the chair she had used to spank him, she lowered herself across his lap.
Already Paul, despite his nervousness, was beginning to understand the excitement of spanking the bared buttocks of another person. He found too, that there was an added thrill in seeing her raised skirts and lowered panties. She also wore a garter belt, the suspenders of which helped give a perfect framing effect to her buttocks.
At first, he did not spank hard at all, satisfied with the thrill he found in feeling her smooth buttocks give under his palm with each pat. When she told him to spank harder and to scold her as he spanked, he stepped up the force of the spanking.
He did not do a very good job of scolding, but as he became more aroused, he spanked soundly so that both her big cheeks became brightly inflamed. She added considerably to his arousal by crying like a very young girl, and kicking her very womanly legs violently, her pink nylon panties flapping in a little erotic dance of their own.
Her panties fell to her ankles as he helped her to her feet after spanking. Stepping out of them, she went to the bed with him where he comforted her by massaging and kissing her buttocks.
After a little while, he helped Martha remove everything but her garter belt and nylons. Following a little foreplay, she told him it was time for cunnilingus.
Since both were beginners at the game, neither could be sure of just how to go about it. She decided that it would be best for her to lie across the bed with her buttocks on the edge, and that he should kneel on the floor between her legs.
Martha discovered, to her delight, that the position was an admirable one. She parted her legs and raised them over her body. His mouth had perfect access to her vulva, and he was able to fondle and stroke her thighs and buttocks freely.
With an expenditure of some time and effort, Martha was able to guide him so that his tongue found her clitoris. It was not long then before he brought her to orgasm. As she writhed and cried out, her thighs and vulva rubbed his face and increased the boy's pleasure.
In a little while, they enjoyed sexual intercourse for the second time.
Paul spent the whole morning and much of the afternoon in Martha's house. During that time, she never wore more than bra, panties, garter belt, nylons and shoes. Much of their time was spent in erotic conversation and sexual experiment.
He was delighted with the experiment where Martha knelt on all fours while he knelt against her arched buttocks and inserted his penis into her vagina in the rear approach.
When she finally sent the boy away with a promise to see him the following morning, Martha went on a shopping spree. She purchased a great quantity of exotic lingerie, and fashionable dresses which displayed her figure to best advantage.
Over the next few days, there was a complete change in the woman. She had her hair done, applied makeup carefully, and, perhaps most important, she smiled almost constantly. In short, she became a beautiful, exciting woman with a sparkling personality.
Having achieved that, she was confident that many men would be interested in her, but she decided against that course of action. It was a boy who brought her happiness, contentment and a whole new way of life. She saw no reason for giving that up to gamble on an emotional involvement with a man.
She was aware that Paul would mature eventually and desert her for a woman his own age, but even that didn't bother her at the time. There would be another boy, she told herself, one to be seduced and trained as she had done to Paul.
The boy was delighted at his new life as well, and they continued to spend as much time together as possible. After the end of the school vacation, he would rush to the woman's home and remain there until it was time for his mother to return from work. They became, in every respect, lovers, despite the disparity in age.
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Accepting the basic fact of the boy's seduction by a mature woman, perhaps the most interesting aspect of this case is that a point was reached where the new Martha could have turned to what would have been a more socially acceptable way of life.
As a result of her seduction of the boy, she was transformed into a new woman. Had she chosen to, she could undoubtedly have moved on to socially acceptable romance and, probably, marriage.
One is entitled to wonder why she made the choice she did, yet it can also be viewed in another way. Her affair with the boy changed her from an unhappy woman to a happy one. Why then should she reject actual happiness in favor of only possible happiness in a relationship with a mature male?
If one is prepared to condemn Martha, one should try to imagine how she would react given the same circumstances as those with which Martha was faced.
I have made this point m previous volumes on this subject, and in other works on sexual behavior. I repeat it here, on the grounds that it bears repeating and should be kept in mind by the reader while considering case histories in this, as in previous works.
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CASE HISTORY Enid
Enid was born in England, of an upper class family. Her first serious interest was in riding, and she became an expert horsewoman while still in her early teens. As she grew older, she appeared in many shows and became a well known figure in riding circles throughout the country.
When she was eighteen, she came under the influence of a woman in her forties. Taking advantage of Enid's intense admiration of her, the woman, a confirmed lesbian, took the girl to her flat and, exerting her dominance over the girl, soon had her naked, and was performing cunnilingus on her.
During the act, Enid achieved her first orgasm. As a result, she developed a strong liking for the act and was always ready to have the woman perform it on her. There was no temptation for her to perform cunnilingus, since her partner did not want it, achieving climax as she mouthed the girl by means of digital masturbation.
A few years later, the woman was killed in a fall from her horse and Enid was left without a partner. Fearing that she would become a full time lesbian, and dreading the shame of exposure, Enid married the first man who asked her. He too was from a
'good' family, and it seemed to her to be a satisfactory arrangement.
He was not a skilled lover, and she found more pain than pleasure in sexual intercourse. Even after the hymen had been disposed of, the act was still painful, since her husband did not bother with fore-play to prepare her for the insertion of his penis. She did not once achieve orgasm in sexual intercourse.
It is not surprising that when a female friend showed indications of being interested in lesbian play, Enid was quick to encourage her.
Within minutes, they had reached an understanding. With much erotic play, they stripped each other and went to bed. The woman performed cunnilingus on Enid who reciprocated by bringing her partner to climax by means of digital masturbation after her own orgasm had been achieved.
When her husband caught her, he sued for and won a divorce. Filled with guilt and shame, Enid left England to try for a new life in America.
Since riding was her only talent and she had never worked, she found a position as a riding instructress at a fashionable riding academy and country club where most of the students she taught were children.
The desire for cunnilingus was strong in her, but Enid fought it with all her strength. Lesbianism had, she reasoned, destroyed her life in England. She did not want to endanger her new life in the same way. With the aid of frequent digital masturbation, she was able to manage, though not without a great degree of difficulty.
One afternoon while riding alone on one of the many wooded trails, Enid saw a pair of horses tethered to a tree in a clearing partially obscured by dense brush. Curious, she dismounted and went in search of the riders.
Peering carefully through the bushes, she found them. She knew both the boy and girl by name, and knew that both were thirteen years old.
Both stood in a small clearing with their riding pants and underclothes pushed down to their ankles. Each was fondling the buttocks and genitals of the other. Aroused instantly at the sight, Enid remained silent as she spied on their game.
After another ten minutes of play, during which the boy spent much of his time kissing the buttocks and inner thighs of the girl, he stood beside her fondling her buttocks with his left hand while he masturbated with his right. Both were obviously thrilled when his semen spurted strongly.
As they talked about getting dressed and returning to the stable, Enid crept quietly. As she returned to the stable, her mind was filled with what she had seen. Most thrilling to her, was the recollection of the boy's face between the girl's smooth, white thighs.
It is hardly surprising that a thought transference took place in which his face was between her own thighs, his young mouth pressed to her vulva, his tongue rubbing her clitoris.
Hurrying to her apartment, Enid stripped naked and masturbated, the thought of the boy performing cunnilingus on her still foremost in her mind.
The next time the boy and girl appeared at the stable, Enid called them into her private office. There, she told them what she had seen them doing, and informed them that while she would not have them expelled from the club or tell their parents, she would not permit them to ride together again.
The girl was sent out with a party of girls who were ready to leave. She told the boy, Preston, that she wanted to have a long talk with him, and that they would ride together so that they could talk in privacy.
Preston, she sensed, was so terrified at having been caught with the girl, that he would be completely submissive and would, when she told him to, perform cunnilingus on her.
Enid led the way along a little used trail, guided her horse through a narrow path which branched off it, then reined up when she found a spot that struck her as being a safe place for what she had in mind.
They dismounted, and the woman and boy sat on a log in a grassy clearing. It was a strange sight, the twenty-three year old woman and the thirteen year old boy, both nervous, but each in a different way and for a different reason.
With a series of probing questions, Enid learned that the girl she had caught him with was the first he had ever seen undressed, but that he had played experimental games with boys, games which consisted of anal intercourse and mutual masturbation.
She asked intimate, probing questions regarding how he reacted to the sight and touch of the girl's buttocks, thighs and vulva, and he answered nervously, but, she had reason to believe, honestly.
" ... feels so nice and soft and warm between her legs, you know."
"Yes, Preston, I know. A woman is even warmer there and there is more of her to feel. Did you ever kiss your girl between her legs?"
"No. I didn't know people did that."
"Oh yes, they do a lot more than just kiss. The man puts his mouth right on it and parts the lips with his tongue. He licks right inside and sucks at the same time. It does wonderful things for the woman and the man too."
"Gee," he replied, his voice shaking, "I thought you were mad at me, but you make me feel all. . . " he paused, "you know, like funny."
"Are you very excited, Preston?"
"Yes."
"Because of the things we talked about?" She put a hand on his thigh and squeezed as she asked the question.
"Yes." There was a sob in the word.
"Do you think you would get even more excited if I took my clothes off and let you look at me?"
"Oh yes. Do you really mean it?"
"I may, if you promise to be good and do everything I want you to do."
"Gee, I'd do anything to see you with no clothes on," he assured her.
Smiling a little, Enid unbuttoned the heavy shirt she wore tucked into her riding pants, and pulled it open and off her arms. Under it, she wore her best black lace bra. Her full breasts more than amply filled it.
"Have you ever seen and felt big ones like mine?" she asked as she fondled the cups of her bra.
"No. Just Sue's little ones. I'd love to feel yours."
"I may allow you to, Preston. While I think about it, you take all your clothes off for me."
Almost crying with arousal, the boy hurriedly stripped naked before her, his eyes on her rising and falling breasts rather than on his own clothing.
Telling him to kneel between her legs as she continued to sit on the log, Enid gave him permission to feel her breasts through her bra. At first, his hands were weak with nervousness, but as he continued to fondle her, they grew stronger.
Reaching behind her back, Enid unhooked her bra and, with a warm, excited smile, pulled it off. Her breasts were big and firm with generous nipples. At the sight of them, the boy gave a little cry and reached for them again. After his hands had coursed over the silken slopes for a little while, she taught him how to rub her nipples between finger and thumb to enlarge and harden them.
When he had done it to both, she held the back of his head and fed a nipple and portion of breast into his mouth and told him to suck as hard as he could. It was something she had always wanted her ex-husband to do, but he was not the playful type and invariably gave her nothing but quick, painful intercourse without play.
While he sucked one breast, he fondled the other. It was so exciting, that Enid began to think she would climax as a result of it. She did achieve a high degree of arousal, but not orgasm.
"Would you like to take my pants off for me?" she asked him in a whisper.
His eyes were wet as he told her how much he would like to.
Enid stood then, after he had removed her boots, as she told him to go ahead. Unfastening the waistband of the pants was difficult because he was not able to keep his fingers from shaking, but she did not help him. From time to time, she saw him look up to view her bare breasts from below. When he did, she twisted her trunk from the waist to set them in motion.
At last, he had her pants fully open and began to tug them down.
"Be careful not to pull my panties down with them, Preston," she told him. "I want to save that for later, then I may let you take them right off for me, if you're good."
He paused midway in his task to gaze in awe at the sight of the sheer black nylon panties which stretched to contain her lush body. Through the fabric, he saw the cluster of pubic hair.
"Take them off now, Preston," she told him in a whisper as he seemed to forget what he was doing.
Preston got her pants down to her feet, and she paused then to pull her panties snugly around her so that she could feel the pull of them in her crotch. Raising one leg at a time while resting her weight on his shoulder, Enid watched his eyes focus in her crotch. She slowed her motions to make his view even more exciting.
While she stood with her feet braced wide apart, Enid allowed the boy to admire and fondle her. She noticed that his hands went first to her panty clad buttocks, then went into her crotch.
The crotch of her panties was slightly moist from the way she rubbed as she rode. She watched his eyes as he felt that warm moistness. He began to rub.
Knowing that she could not wait much longer for what she had to have, Enid dropped to her knees beside him and told him again of cunnilingus.
"Are you ready to do it?" she asked.
"Oh yes."
"Very well then, Preston," she said as she wrapped a hand around his erect penis and felt it throbbing, "you may take my panties off now."
Crying softly with a desire such as he had never known, the boy pulled her panties down almost to her knees. With a sigh, Enid turned and lay on her back on the cool grass. He pulled her panties down over her legs and off her feet. She was stark naked.
Her long, shapely legs opened wide as she told him that he could play in her crotch for a minute or two before going on to perform cunnilingus.
Preston had, admittedly, seen a vulva before and played with one, but he forgot all about the younger girl as he saw the crotch of the mature woman. He pressed his whole, open hand against the warm, moist flesh and trembled with aroused lust at the touch. Enid trembled as violently as he rubbed.
Consumed by desire and anticipation of cunnilingus, she decided then that she was going to expand on her original plan. After he had brought her to climax with his mouth, she decided, she would try sexual intercourse again. Never had she done it when so completely aroused, and she reasoned that she could learn to find enjoyment in it.
"Now, Preston," she gasped as if in anguish, "now."
"Show me how," he begged with tears in his voice as well as his eyes.
Enid remembered a position her first lesbian lover had sometimes used, and decided to employ it. She had the boy he on his back on the grass, then knelt astride him and facing his face.
"Look up at me, dear," she whispered, "isn't it nice to see a woman that way?"
"Oh yes, I can see your ass and everything," he panted as he devoured her with his eyes.
"I'm going to bring myself down to you now, Preston. I want you to remember everything I told you and do it well."
With that, she moved her knees apart and slowly brought her fevered crotch down onto his face. A tremor ran through her and she gave a little cry as she felt her labia make the magic contact with his moist lips.
The boy began sucking at once and she had to remind him to find her clitoris with his tongue. She felt his tongue probing in her vagina, then, in a little while, it reached her clitoris and caused her to cry out again.
His hands clutched at her buttocks, his fingers digging in excitedly so that they produced both pain and pleasure for the woman as his tongue lapped greedily at the fleshy treasure that had been given him.
Enid experienced orgasm very quickly, and while it was an extremely satisfying one, she knew she would want more than one more before they finished.
Taking the boy into her arms then, she lay on the grass with him and told him of her experiences with other women who had done for her what he had just enjoyed doing.
Being only vaguely, if at all, aware of lesbianism, the boy was fascinated at hearing of one woman making love to another. At his urging, she told him all about it in vivid detail.
As she aroused him, she also aroused herself to the point where she wanted another orgasm. She lay on her back this time with her legs up and he hurried into her crotch. Once again, Enid climaxed quickly.
After a rest, then more playing, Enid offered him sexual intercourse. To say he accepted the offer eagerly would be an understatement. He had not even considered the possibility of that.
With a minimum of guidance, the boy got atop her and fitted his penis into her vagina. He stroked strongly and soon ejaculated, but her state of arousal was such that for the first time in her life, she experienced orgasm during sexual intercourse.
Over the next few weeks, she met the boy in the woods often, and each time, he would bring her to climax once or twice by means of cunnilingus, then they would enjoy sexual intercourse. Each time, she achieved orgasm while his penis was in her vagina.
In time, her faith in males restored, Enid began to accept dates. She had a few affairs, and discovered that while she still enjoyed cunnilingus being performed on her, she achieved full satisfaction from sexual intercourse when the man aroused and prepared her properly in advance.
Out of a sense of loyalty, she continued to meet Preston in the woods from time to time, but she did not again seduce a boy nor has she, in the four years since, been interested in lesbianism.
She now has a lover whom she intends to marry, but she did not make this decision before finding out, by experience, that he loves performing cunnilingus.
At her suggestion, she tried bringing him to climax with fellatio, and both found it most enjoyable. Now, while he pleases her with cunnilingus as a regular part of foreplay, they vary their sexual activity so that at times they go on to sexual intercourse, while at other times, they assume the end to end position and each satisfies the other orally.
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In reviewing Enid's case, it is not surprising that what she wanted from the boy she seduced was cunnilingus. That sexual intercourse happened was, for her, a fortunate accident and not a part of her plan.
As in the case of Martha, in the first case history, we have an example of a woman's life being changed completely, or offering her the opportunity for change, as a result of seducing a boy.
But neither is this surprising. Except for the odd case where such seduction happens as a spur of the moment impulse, a rarity, a woman's seduction of a boy results, in most cases, from an unsatisfactory sexual adjustment in her own life.
Although one can hardly recommend seduction of the young as therapy, it frequently does have therapeutic value for the woman involved as we have seen in these two case histories, and as will be shown in others to follow.
Remember now, I am not advising all women with unhappy sex lives to rush out and seduce all the boys in the neighborhood. One must consider the possibility of exposure and damage to reputation, and the added danger that the coach of the little league team will be very angry about his players being too tired to get to first base as a result of having scored too often with the ladies.
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CASE HISTORY Ava
Ava came from a middle class background, married as a virgin at the age of nineteen and had two children. She and her husband lived a reasonably happy, though not ecstatic life, and achieved a sexual adjustment that suited him, and almost, but not quite, suited her.
Their younger child died in infancy, and the remaining one, a girl, slipped away from home to be married at the age of sixteen when she discovered she was pregnant.
At thirty-seven, Ava found herself alone and bored, faced with a dull life ahead of her unless she could find new interests to occupy her time and her mind.
Her first new interest arrived in her life one night when she and her husband attended a suburban party. When her husband got too drunk to walk, let alone drive, one of the men at the party, a man they had known for a few years, offered to drive them home and help her with her husband.
By the time they reached home, her husband was right out. Together, they dragged him to the bedroom, stripped him and put him to bed.
On an impulse, Ava picked up her husband's limp penis, and with a wry grin, dropped it, commenting, "business as usual."
At the sight of that, the man's penis came to life as he walked out of the room with her. In the hall, he slipped an arm around her waist, drew her into his arms and kissed her passionately.
A minute later, they were hurrying into a vacant bedroom. She removed her panties while he pushed his pants and shorts down. After a little foreplay during which he opened the top of her dress and removed her bra, they had sexual intercourse.
After that, they began meeting at a motel on the edge of the city to continue what was an enjoyable affair for both of them. In time, word reached the man's wife. A private eye caught them in the act. Both partners sued for divorce.
Ava chose not to contest it. A woman friend of her own age, who had divorced her husband a few years earlier and understood the situation, invited her to come and stay with her for a while. It was a small town less than a hundred miles from the city where she lived.
Her friend had a fourteen year old son named Jim, who impressed Ava as being a very well brought up boy. In an area where children of that age tended to be rebellious, she found this surprising and remarked on it.
In response, her friend shocked her by telling her that despite his age, he was still spanked when he showed signs of getting out of line.
They were in the bedroom at the time, and the woman showed her the old fashioned, wooden backed hair brush she used for the purpose.
A few days later, the woman hurried home to tell Ava that she had an opportunity to go to the West Indies with a male friend for a month, but that she needed someone to look after Jim while she was away. Without giving it a second thought, Ava offered to stay and take care of the boy for her.
Four days later, she was gone and Ava was alone in the house with Jim. He was quite mature for his age and they got along well, finding many things to talk about.
It was during one such conversation early one evening after he had been more than an hour late arriving home for supper, that the subject of spanking came up for discussion.
"From what your mother tells me, Jim," she commented, "I get the impression that if she were home right now, you would be over her lap with your bare bottom getting very red."
Without the blush she expected, Jim grinned and told her she was right.
"What are you going to do about it?" he asked with an even wider grin.
"That sounds like a challenge, Jim."
"Maybe it is. Should we go to mom's bedroom and find out?"
Ava had to fight to regain her composure as she felt herself getting up and following him to the bedroom.
"What's going on, Jim?" she asked as they reached the woman's bedroom. "This isn't like you at all."
"If you'll promise to keep it a secret," he told her, "I'll tell you all about it. Deal."
"Deal," she agreed.
They sat on the edge of the bed, and he told her how, a couple of years earlier, he had been in a boy friend's house when the boy's mother became angry at her son, pulled his pants and shorts down and spanked him soundly.
Never having been spanked, Jim was fascinated. He told how he had gotten sexually excited and felt he had to find out what it would be like to be spanked by a woman.
"I was still all worked up when I got home, so I had a chat with mom. As you know, we get along pretty well. I asked her if instead of cutting off my allowance and grounding me from then on, she would punish me by spanking instead. She kind of flipped at first, but agreed that we would try it."
"Were you sorry you asked?" Ava asked him.
"No. The first time I got out of line was the very next day and I did it on purpose. Mom took me in here, reminded me of our bargain, and took me over her lap with my behind bare. She gave it to me good with her hand."
"Didn't it hurt?"
"Sure it hurt, but even while I was crying and kicking, I felt excited. When I got back to my room, I was really worked up. I took my pants down again and admired my behind in the mirror. There was a tingle that really felt great."
He went on to tell how, as he got older, his mother turned to the hair brush from time to time to make sure he really felt sufficient sting when being spanked.
"How do you like the brush?" Ava asked him.
"To tell the truth, I don't, but there's nothing I can do about it."
"Would you like me to spank you now, Jim?" Ava heard herself ask.
"Please, would you?"
Ava knew she shouldn't. It had been more than a month since she had been with a man and there was a terrible, gnawing hunger in her. Baring the boy's body, taking him over her lap and spanking his bared buttocks was going to set her on fire, she knew, yet she was unable to stop. His story had triggered an excitement in her that she was unable to cope with.
Having heard how Jim's mother went about administering his spankings, Ava sat on the edge of the bed and called him to her. He came eagerly, but with his head bowed in a token of penitence.
Scolding him for being late, and for his cocky attitude when he did arrive home, she unbuckled his belt, opened the catch of his fly, then slid the zipper all the way down and pushed his pants down over his hips so that they fell to his feet.
The bulge in the front of his briefs told her how great the boy's arousal was. As she pulled them down, his fully erect penis leaped free and stood strongly. Considering his age, she was surprised at the size of his member.
Ava realized then that she was going to seduce the boy after she had spanked him. She felt no trace of guilt about it, nothing but excitement and anticipation as she pushed the briefs down to join his pants at his ankles.
"Remove your shoes, Jim," she told him sternly, "then remove your pants and underwear.
The hem of her dress had hiked up her thighs so that a portion of both expanded nylon tops showed. She shivered with excitement as she saw his eyes dart to her legs to sneak a quick peek at what she was showing.
As he bent to remove his shoes and discarded clothing, Ava slowly moved her knees apart. When she saw him peek at her legs again, she was confident he could see well above her nylon tops. She kept her legs open as he stood naked from the waist down.
"Have you ever been stripped naked for a spanking, Jim?" she asked. "No."
"This time you will. Remove the rest of your clothes at once.
She saw his fingers trembling as he struggled with the buttons of his shirt, but he managed to take it off. When he pulled his singlet over his head and dropped it to the floor, he was stark naked, his erect penis throbbing as he stood awaiting the order to lie over her lap.
The order did not come as quickly as he expected. Instead, Ava stood, pulled her dress up, then sat again. Her lovely thighs were fully exposed, the hem of the dress barely covering the crotch of her panties.
"Lie across my thighs now, Jim," she commanded, "and prepare to have your bare ass spanked." As she spoke, she patted her thighs with both hands.
She saw tears in his eyes as he began to obey, and felt sure that they had nothing to do with fear. Ava wondered too if the boy was beginning to guess that he was on his way to having sexual intercourse with her.
As he clambered onto her inviting thighs, Jim's penis brushed her and sent new waves of tremors though both the woman and the boy. Fully experienced in the fine art of receiving a spanking, the boy adjusted his position so that his buttocks were nicely presented just to her right, in perfect spanking position.
Holding him with her left hand, she ran her right over his buttocks as she spoke to him about how severely she was going to punish him and how she intended to make him cry and beg for mercy. It was a long scolding, and through it all, her hand kept rubbing and patting his bottom as she felt him shivering with arousal and anticipation.
And then she began to spank with a full armed motion. Each slap of her hand was hard and rang through the room. He cried right from the beginning and squirmed madly, his penis in almost constant contact with her bare thigh.
Despite her anxiousness to strip her clothes off and seduce the boy, Ava continued spanking from cheek to cheek alternately, until both blazed a fiery red and the sounds of his crying filled the room.
And then she stopped spanking him and, breathing with difficulty, began to massage his tingling buttocks as she told him how well he had taken his spanking and how lovely his nether cheeks were glowing.
"I'm going to give you a reward for taking your spanking so nicely," Ava told him as she helped him to his feet.
As he stood, she saw that during the spanking, he had lost his erection. It would, she was confident, soon return.
While Jim went on sobbing intermittently and stared in open mouthed wonder, Ava calmly opened her dress and removed it. Since she wore no slip, she displayed what was a stunning figure clad in bra and panties.
"Do you want me to take them off, Jim?" she asked with a teasing smile.
"Yeah," he panted.
Arching her back so that the lacy cups of her bra jutted even more boldly, Ava unhooked the bra, held it there for a few seconds, then whipped it off.
"Do you like them, Jim?" she asked as she held her firm, ample breasts from below and gestured as if serving a pair of silken melons with strawberry tips.
"Wow," was the only comment he could manage. His mouth was dry, the palms of his hands wet.
Moving slowly, her breasts bobbing, she walked to the bed, knelt beside the boy and told him to help himself.
"Anything you want, Jim," she told him. "Look, touch, kiss, suck, help yourself. In a little while, I'll allow you to take my panties off."
For a moment, Jim was unable to move, so stunned was he at the magnitude and surprise of the gift she offered. And then he recovered and reached for her breasts with both hands. He rubbed and squeezed hard, but that was just what she wanted.
Reaching down, she gripped his penis firmly in her right hand and caused him to wince.
"Have you ever stuck this inside a nice hot, wet cunt and stroked it in and out?" she asked.
"No-o."
"Would you like to, lover boy."
"Would I!"
"Mine is hot already, but you're going to make it a lot hotter for me, aren't you?"
"I'll do anything you say," he panted.
"Then right now, I say take those things you have in your hands and suck the hell out of them. Really do it, Jim, make me squirm until you see steam coming out of the crotch of my pretty little panties."
Pulling him down onto the bed, she fed a breast into his mouth and he took it from there. While he busied himself with her luscious big breasts, she explored his body with her hands and anticipated the moment when he would insert his stiff penis into her.
As they writhed on the bed, Jim managed to reach her panty clad buttocks, warm and firm through the sheer red nylon panties which made her buttocks look as red as his though not as warm by any means.
"Do you like my ass, Jim?"
"Oh, yes, I've never seen or felt anything like it."
"Then take my panties off and play with it. I've got a nice ass, dear, play with it and cover it with kisses. Get your tongue right in the crack and lick me."
Jim turned so fast to get at her panties with both hands that he felt muscles pulling in his side. He ignored the jab of pain as he fell onto her and pressed his face into the body-warmed heat of her panties. He was anxious to strip them off her, but could not resist pressing his face into the warmth of her buttocks and inhaling the odor of woman.
"Oooohhhh that feels sooo good," she breathed sexily and caused him to press his face even more deeply into the fleshy pillows of her buttocks.
Reluctantly, he lifted his face away from her panties, and at the same instant she raised her hips from the bed to help him get her panties down. He jerked them down quickly so that the entire area of the generously formed, well rounded white buttocks was revealed at once.
Ava heard him cry out at the sight of her bottom and the sound sent another series of tremors though her body. The realization that she was the first woman he had ever seen in the nude provided an indescribable thrill for her.
Only once before had any man been so thrilled with her behind, she recalled. She had been fourteen then and alone in the house with her favorite uncle. He had teased and tickled her for a while, then, before she realized what was happening, she was turned over on the couch and Uncle John was kissing her thighs as he pulled her little panties down to bare her bottom.
After he had covered her nether cheeks with kisses, he drew them apart and began tonguing the valley between. When his tongue reached her anus, he seemed to curl it and send it darting inside.
At first, she had been afraid, but then she became very excited and did not want him to stop. After a long period of kissing and licking her bottom, he took her into the bathroom, opened his fly, and showed her a stiff penis that was so big and strong looking that it caused her to tremble.
He showed her how to move the skin back and forth with a steady rhythm, then she felt it quivering in her hand as it shot forth a series of spurts of a thick looking whitish fluid.
Uncle John never came to visit again and she later sensed that he was afraid that if he was alone with her again, he would rape her.
But now she was in the present again. The boy had taken her panties right off and was busily engaged in kissing and licking her posterior. Gradually, as his hands pulled at her from below and she writhed and heaved, her body rose so that her head was down on the sheet and her rear was arched high.
She heard an animal cry of lust, then felt her buttocks being pulled roughly apart.
"It's pink," she heard him gasp, then his mouth was well in between her cheeks and she felt his tongue, rough and very stimulating on her anus.
Whether remembering what she had told him, or acting purely on instinct, he forced his curled tongue into the little pink ring. This time, it was Ava who cried out. His arms wrapped tightly around her, Jim kept pulling Ava's rear onto his face while his tongue went on driving her wild as it licked and probed between her parted buttocks.
"Oh, Jim," she cried. "Now. Give it to me now. Turn me over and fuck me." She repeated the four letter word over and over, her voice rising and making the whole room come alive with tension.
Jim wasn't sure just what he should do or how he should do it, but he did turn her over and she fell onto her back, her long legs opening and rising at the same time.
"Come on Jim," she panted in a husky whisper, "Stick it in ... ram it into me hard."
Reverting to the four letter word, she repeated it over and over like a shipwrecked sailor gasping a fevered plea for water.
Getting between her threshing legs, the boy took his stiff penis in his hand and fumbled in search of the place of entry. When he found it, his penis slipped in as easily as if it had eyes and a mind of its own.
As is almost invariably the case with a boy experiencing sexual intercourse for the first time, Jim knew by instinct how to stroke so that his penis moved in and out with an animal strength and ferocity.
He had barely begun when Ava achieved her orgasm. She raised her buttocks from the bed, wrapped her legs tightly around him, and frightened him with the intensity of her cry of ecstasy. After a little while, she released the grip her legs held on him, and he was able to continue stroking his penis in her vagina until he achieved ejaculation. It was for him an overpowering experience, just as it had been for Ava.
Within minutes, both seemed refreshed rather than fatigued. For both, there was an intoxicating happiness in lying on the bed fondling each other as the experienced and mature woman told him tales of a sexual nature that made his hair stand up straight and promised to do the same for his penis in just a little while.
"Just think, Jim dear," she told him, her eyes glistening with excitement, "the whole time your mother is away, you will sleep in my bed with me. When you wake in the morning, you'll find me lying naked beside you."
Jim couldn't find words to express his excitement, but he communicated with his hands and his lips and she was well able to understand what he meant.
"I won't tell you anything about the details now, dear," she told him, "but when you get home from school tomorrow, I am going to give you a very special beating. You will cry, but you will love it too."
"Can't you tell me what you are going to do?"
"I could, dear, but it will be more fun for both of us this way. Just trust me."
In the morning, Jim opened his eyes to find Ava lying nude beside him. His penis became erect at once as he relived the excitement of the previous evening. When he began to fondle her, the woman roused sleepily.
He wanted to have sexual intercourse right then, but she told him to save his strength for after school. He kept stimulating her by fondling her buttocks, so she lifted up on her knees, and with her head on the pillow and her behind well up, asked him to please her with anal osculation as he had done the night before.
Jim proved again that he could use his tongue in a most exciting way, and soon had the woman writhing in passion. A little later, she guided one of his hands into her crotch so that he could bring her to climax by means of digital masturbation while continuing to tongue her anus.
That afternoon, Jim rushed home from school to be greeted by the woman who wore a filmy negligee over black bra and nylon panties, along with garter belt, sheer black nylons, and high heels.
They embraced and kissed passionately, then she led him into her bedroom. His eyes went wider still when he saw the switch lying on a chair beside the bed.
"What's that?" he asked.
"It's just a little maple switch, dear. That is the surprise I promised you."
"You mean you're going to beat me with that?"
"Of course, dear. It will be an experiment so that we can both see how we like it."
Opening her negligee then, Ava pulled him into a warm embrace and he stopped arguing. As his hands fondled her buttocks, firm and warm and smooth, through the thin nylon, he thought of the rewards that were to be his after he had taken his beating.
She allowed him to play for a while longer, then told him that she was ready to play the game. Selecting the role of cruel school teacher for herself, she told Jim that he was to be a student who had been caught with his hands and face up a girl's skirt and was to be punished for it.
Despite his fear of the switch, Jim began to feel excitement mounting to the point where he knew he would be able to go along with her game, no matter how much it hurt. It was a plateau he had approached in the past when he saw that his mother was going to spank him with the brush rather than her open palm, and it always carried him through the ordeal.
Moving away from him then, Ava picked up the switch, swished it tentatively, and turned on an expression of severity that caused his knees to go weak. She had taken the negligee off, and stood proudly with her feet well apart, her body the most exciting thing he had ever seen, proud breasts jutting and partially exposed in the skimpy bra.
Ava had prepared well for the performance, and showed her ability as an actress in detailing what she had seen him doing to the girl. Her acting so inspired him, that he was able to believe that he had been caught as she told him, and that she was a teacher who was going to punish him for it.
"You are to strip naked now," she told him sternly.
With difficulty, the boy managed to remove his clothes until he stood naked before the beautiful, exciting woman.
Following her instructions, he went to the bed and lay flat on his stomach while she stood beside the bed admiring and scolding him as she told of how he would be punished at her hands.
The smoothness of his almost hairless skin was almost girlish, and added to the excitement the woman felt as she prepared to administer the switching.
He twitched and gave a little gasp as she touched his buttocks lightly with the switch, measuring her distance.
Without warning, Jim felt a line of fire burn across his buttocks. Blinking, he turned to look at her. Ava stood staring down at him, a smile of triumph on her face, her eyes dancing with lust, her full breasts heaving with her labored breathing.
Her wrist flicked, and the switch burned another stripe of fire across his behind. Soon Jim was heaving and plunging on the bed, his hands slapping and clutching at the sheet as Ava switched his tossing behind again and again, never failing to find her moving target.
When she stopped beating him at last, both his buttocks presented a dazzling network of angry red lines. For a few seconds, Ava looked down at the threshing form on the bed, and listened to the slightly decreasing sound of his crying and sobbing.
Consumed by desire, she hurriedly stripped her panties off and got onto the bed with him. Shaking him to attention, she knelt with her behind well presented and told him what to do about it.
Although he was still sobbing, Jim hurriedly scrambled into position, drew the lush white cheeks of her posterior apart, and inserted his face into the opened valley of her smooth buttocks.
After a little while, she again guided his finger into her vagina and had him bring her to climax.
Ava did not again use the switch, but during the rest of the time his mother was away he received many hand spankings. Jim provided her with anal osculation as often as she wanted it, and they enjoyed frequent sexual intercourse.
Their enjoyment was sharply reduced when Jim's mother returned home, but things took a turn for the better when the school vocational counselor suggested that the boy would be better enrolled the following term in a vocational school.
With a touching display of generosity, Ava pointed out that there was an excellent vocational school in the city where she planned to live and that she would be pleased to have him stay with her during the school term.
Jim's mother was delighted since, although she didn't admit it to the boy, it freed her to enjoy a much broader life.
Ava left to find and organize her new home, and when she rented a house, sent word for Jim to join her. They enjoyed a joyful reunion, and at Ava's suggestion, told their neighbors that they were mother and son.
Their relationship lasted until Jim graduated from high school, at which time Ava told him that she was having an affair with a man and was going to marry him.
Jim was quite upset for a while, but by the time he enrolled in university, had recovered sufficiently to pick up the threads of his life and get a new start.
As a result of the education he had received from Ava, more than one pretty, young coed was surprised and delighted when her date carried necking to the extent of lowering her panties and introducing her to anal osculation as a prelude to sexual intercourse.
At the age of twenty-four, Jim met a woman who reminded him of Ava. She was then thirty-two. During a brief but very passionate affair, he discovered that she loved to have him perform anal osculation on her, and also loved to spank him, a taste he never lost.
They married, and are now living quite happily, even if their union would be considered strange by those aware of all the details of it.
There are some raised eyebrows about the disparity in their ages, but it does not bother them at all. For a variety of reasons, they have decided not to raise a family.
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The reader will note that in this, as in many cases of women who seduce boys, corporal punishment played a dominant role. Having studied the subject intensively, I do not find this at all surprising.
From figures contained in a survey I am now preparing for publication, I have found that in roughly fifty percent of the cases where a woman seduces a boy, corporal punishment is carried on as a sexual stimulant.
In a few of those cases, it is the woman who wants to be spanked, in others, spanking is a mutual affair, while in most, the woman spanks or otherwise beats the boy.
To the reader who may find this figure surprisingly high, I would point out that the buttocks constitute a known erotic zone of the human body. Many are content with fondling, patting, or kissing this area, but to others, and there are many of them, slapping the buttocks of another, or being slapped on the buttocks by a partner, causes a high degree of sexual arousal.
Accepting this fact, it becomes easy to apply such tastes to a relationship of a sexual nature between a probably shy, sexually inexperienced boy, and a mature, sexually aroused woman.
Experience indicates conclusively that once such sadistic or masochistic tastes have been aroused, they tend to grow, rather than diminish, as the boy matures.
I have yet to hear of a case where a man who enjoyed spanking or being spanked after puberty eventually lost his taste for the game. Should any of my readers be aware of such a case, I would be pleased to hear about it.
On that note, this seems an appropriate point at which to state that I am always pleased to hear from readers, whether in agreement or disagreement with me. Letters may be addressed to my publisher, and will be forwarded to me unopened.
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CASE HISTORY
Cora
Cora was widowed at the age of thirty-three, with a thirteen year old daughter. Her husband left her reasonably well provided for, and, since they had enjoyed a lusty sex life, he also left her with a gnawing hunger that set in as she recovered from the grief of his death.
Her daughter had been badly shaken by her father's death, so that much of Cora's time had to be devoted to the girl; as a result, there was little left to permit her to indulge in affairs.
In her hunger, she turned to masturbation which provided a measure of relief, if not complete gratification of her normal desires.
Just about a year after her husband's death, the school her daughter attended carried out a summer exchange program with a school in another country.
Seeing this as the opportunity of a lifetime for her daughter, Cora gladly met the cost involved to send her daughter away, and agreed to house and care for a foreign student for the same period.
Cora had not stipulated a preference for either a male or female student, and was only mildly surprised to learn that a thirteen year old boy named Pierre was to be her guest for the summer.
Pierre turned out to be a shy good looking boy with a mop of curly black hair and a bright smile. His knowledge of English was sufficient to permit them to converse without too much difficulty.
During the first evening of his stay, Cora noticed him sneaking quick glances at her legs. At first, it made her nervous, but gradually, nervousness began to change to excitement.
When she asked whether he went around with girls, he blushed and said that while some boys of his age did, he was too shy. In reply to a following question, he again blushed as he admitted that he enjoyed looking at pretty girls and young women.
Arousal continued to spread within her, and it was not long before she was deliberately crossing and uncrossing her legs to show him more. Seeming to sense that the woman felt no annoyance at his glances, the boy began to peek more frequently and more boldly.
It seems logical to assume that he considered this was merely a pleasant aspect of the American way of life, something American women did as a matter of course.
Regardless of his thoughts, Cora went on playing the game until she was confident that he had viewed beyond the tops of both her nylons and that his views had stopped only a little short of her panties.
In time, it became too much for her, and she announced that it was time they both went to bed. Giving him a final, grand view as she uncrossed her legs to get up from her chair, Cora showed the boy to his room.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Pierre making a quick surreptitious adjustment to the front of his pants and knew for sure that she had caused him to achieve an erection.
That knowledge triggered a new outburst of sexual arousal within her. After leaving the boy in his room, she hurried to her own and quickly stripped naked. She knew she was going to masturbate, but instead of doing it at once, she decided to first go to his room to say good night as she had promised then enjoy her thoughts of him while masturbating.
Throwing on a negligee that was not quite transparent, she went to the boy's room. Making sure that he was as comfortable as possible under the circumstances, she said good night to the boy, then bent over him to kiss him lightly on the cheek. In doing so, she knew, the front of the negligee fell partially open from the throat to give the boy a quick look at the upper slopes of her firm breasts and the shadowy cleavage between them.
Before turning off the lamp beside his bed, she fixed his cover in such a way that she was able to brush her hand over the sheet to feel, seemingly by accident, the stiffness of his aroused penis.
She was actually trembling as she walked back to her bedroom where she discarded the negligee. Cora felt an overwhelming temptation to walk naked into his room and get into bed with him. His penis would be relatively small, she sensed, but it was a penis and it would be stiff and so much more satisfying than her finger.
After a bout of self wrestling, Cora managed to put the thought aside for the time being. Lying on the bed, she ran her hands over her body as she pictured how it would be to strip naked in front of the boy and invite him to play with her and have sexual intercourse when both had reached the right peak of desire.
She began to masturbate very slowly then, so slowly that it was a form of teasing. While doing it, she promised herself that she would actually go ahead and seduce the boy the following day. The decision made, she stepped up the pace of masturbation and achieved a very strong orgasm.
When she made the boy's bed the following morning, Cora was not surprised to find the telltale marks which told her she had not been the only one who masturbated the night before.
Not only did it confirm her decision to seduce him, but it also told her that he would be ripe for the plucking of his virginity, and easy, eager prey.
Having promised the boy a tour of the city that morning, she hurried to prepare breakfast while he got ready. It was anything but a relaxed tour, and she promised him a more thorough one another day. After a quick, light lunch at a good restaurant, they returned home only a little after noon.
"What are we going to do this afternoon?" he asked as she poured him a soft drink and herself a strong scotch and water to give her courage.
"That's a surprise, Pierre," she told him with a teasing smile, "but it is something you will never forget."
He coaxed her to tell him, but she held out and, after a little while, telling him to stay where he was, she went to her bedroom to prepare his surprise for him.
It consisted of a quick but thorough shower, then putting on her most exotic black lingerie and sheer, dark nylons with a black garter belt. Rather than a dress, she chose a slightly transparent negligee. A pair of stylish black pumps completed her outfit. One look in her mirror told her she was just right for the task of seducing the boy.
Cora saw his eyes go wide as she walked into the room where he sat toying with his glass and almost letting it drop from his hands at the sight of her.
"I do believe you like the look of me in this, Pierre," she said as she did a graceful turn which caused the nylon to swirl around her, excitingly.
"Oui, I mean, yes," he gasped nervously in an awed tone. "You are beaucoup, I mean very much a beautiful woman. Do I say beautiful or prettee?"
"Beautiful is just lovely, Pierre. Why don't we just relax and talk about beautiful women and beautiful boys?"
Any excuse to be close to the beautiful, excitingly dressed woman was fine by Pierre. Sitting on the couch, a little distance away from him, Cora curled her long, shapely legs under him and began talking about how fortunate women are to be able to wear such pretty clothes.
Talking gradually led to touching as they discussed the exciting feel of nylon.
"Nylon panties feel so smooth and nice the way they hug a woman around her derriere and between her legs," she told him in a hushed whisper.
When Pierre was unable to make any comment in reply, Cora continued to press the attack.
"Since you like looking at pretty women on the street, Pierre," she told him, "I'll bet you just love to look at women who are wearing just their frilly little things that they wear under their dresses."
"Oh, but I never see a woman like that," he assured her, his eyes wide, mouth open.
"Never, Pierre?" she gave him a serious frown. "I think you are telling me a little white lie."
"Oh non, it is the truth," he assured her seriously.
"But you must have seen this much of a woman under her dress," she went on as she held the negligee closed from above and pulled the skirt of it open to reveal a little above the tops of her nylons.
"Does it please you, Pierre?" she asked as she caressed her expanded nylon top and bare thigh with one gentle hand.
"Oh, you are so very pretty," he almost croaked in his arousal.
"You are such a sweet boy, Pierre. You may put a hand where mine is if you like."
He paused, blinking in disbelief for a few seconds, then edged closer to her, and nervously raised a hand to place it on her thigh as she drew her own hand away to make room for his.
Becoming more aroused and bolder, he began to rub her sleek thigh both through and above the nylon. The suspenders of her garter belt fascinated him, and he devoted much attention to them as well as to her thigh.
Gradually, the woman rearranged herself so that the boy was able to fondle both her thighs. After a little more of that, she turned slightly so that her back was partially turned to him so that as she pulled the negligee back a little more, she showed a teasing portion of black nylon panties caressing a smooth white buttock.
Taking his hand in hers, she guided it up to the top of her thigh and over the smooth slope of cheek. As she did, Cora heard little crying sounds coming from him and knew how completely overcome he was.
It was clear to her that she could draw him into sexual intercourse at once, but the preliminaries were too much fun to be cut off so abruptly.
Cora thought he was going to cry when she took his hand away from her bottom and partially closed the negligee, but a second later, she was pulling the filmy garment open from the throat to expose the beauty of her lush breasts snuggled in the lacey half cups of her most exotic brassiere.
While she was pulling the negligee down over her arms, Pierre lost control and without waiting for an invitation, he reached for her breasts with both hands. His hands swarmed over her breasts like live things, rubbing, patting, pressing, until she put a hand behind his head and pulled his face down into the cleavage between the cups of her bra.
She felt and heard him inhaling deeply the mingled odor of woman and delicate perfume. Reaching between them, she found the straining bulge of his young penis and gave it a squeeze which brought yet another gasp from him.
"You may take my negligee right off if you wish, Pierre," she told him in a whisper.
Cora smiled inwardly as she listened to him fighting for breath as he removed the negligee and folded it with loving care over the back of a chair.
She stood and turned her body in various poses to further thrill him. His hands never left her, traveling all the way from her knees to her throat.
"It isn't fair," she told him gently, "for you to have so many clothes on while I am wearing so little. I think you should take them off and let me look at you."
"Take them ... off?"
"But of course, Pierre. In a little while, we may do things that are better with no clothes on. Do you know of the things men and women do with no clothes on?"
"Some ... I think," he replied as he wiped perspiration from his forehead.
"Today, Pierre, you may learn very much more. Would you like to learn such things with me?"
"Oui! Yes!" he exclaimed as he began to unbutton his shirt.
He stopped undressing when only his little shorts remained. Through the thin garment, Cora saw his stiff young penis throbbing with desire at the sight and feel of her body. She was filled with a sense of tremendous power which added to her sexual arousal.
Drawing him to her as she sat on the edge of the couch, she reached for the waistband of his briefs and began to pull them down very slowly.
Instinctively, the boy arched his bottom away from her in a protective gesture, but it was not difficult for her to hold him and strip his briefs down his legs. The penis Cora exposed was a little longer than she had expected, and very stiff looking.
With a hand around him holding his smooth young bottom, she caught his penis in her hand and found it extremely stiff indeed. The thought came to her then that it was the first penis she had touched or seen in more than a year. That it was not manly did not detract from the fact that it was male and was hers for the time being.
Bending her head, Cora wrapped her lips around the head of his organ and slowly took the full length of it into her warm mouth. Her left hand continued to hold him from behind as she worked his penis in and out of her mouth.
She had performed fellatio on her late husband from time to time and usually enjoyed it. She knew then that later, after they had enjoyed sexual intercourse, they would bring each other to orgasm orally, and she would make very sure that he enjoyed it and wanted more and more of the same during the two months ahead.
Drawing him down onto the couch beside her, Cora allowed him to remove her bra. Knowing how nervous his fingers were, she unhooked it for him, and left him the simple task of pulling the straps off her arms to bare breasts which were surprisingly firm for a woman of her age.
While she guided him, the boy first fondled, then sucked both her big breasts. She delighted at the feel of his mouth sucking while her fingers tangled in his unruly crop of hair. Not even her husband, she recalled without guilt or shame, as good a lover as he had been, had done a better job of sucking her breasts. The thought led her to wonder how well the boy would perform with his mouth when his face was between her thighs to sample the moist heat of her vagina.
Only when her fully erect nipples became so sensitive that they felt raw, did Cora draw the eager young face away from them.
"Play with my panties for a little while," she told him, "then I will let you take them off for me."
To make it easier for him to touch them all over, Cora got to her feet and stood close to the couch. Taking full advantage of the offer, Pierre got busy with both hands and soon had her squirming.
Her feet had been close together at the start, but she moved them wide apart and he responded by getting a hand between her thighs to rub the hot, moist strip of nylon in her crotch.
"I am ready for you to take my panties off now, Pierre," she told him in a quavering tone.
Instantly, he was fumbling with the waistband of them in his urgency to see bare what he had admired and fondled through the transparent fabric.
When Cora saw that he was concentrating on the rear view, she bent a little from the waist to arch her plump buttocks a little for him. When her bottom had been fully bared, she had to tell him to keep pulling them down, so intent was the boy on admiring the full curves.
Seeing how anxious Pierre was to observe the view between her thighs, Cora parted them wide and smiled as the boy crouched between them and peered upward anxiously.
"Isn't it exciting, Pierre?" she asked warmly.
"Yes. May I touch you up there?"
"Come to the couch with me, dear. It will be much better there for both of us. Better still, let's go to my bed. It is wider and will allow us more room to play."
Without waiting, she turned and began to walk from the room with the boy following. Knowing it was the first time he had watched a naked woman walking, Cora used plenty of hip action and kept the silken mounds bouncing with each step.
Walking directly to the bed, she got onto it and held her arms out in an erotic invitation to him. Pierre was quick to move into her embrace, and they shared a series of passionate kisses that left the boy breathless and even more excited than he had been.
"You may feel me up now if you wish," she whispered into his ear.
"I do not understand what you mean by up," he told her.
"Poor boy," she gave a little giggle, "I mean you can feel me all over, anywhere you like."
It was the sort of invitation few boys would be inclined to turn down. Pierre didn't, and his hands found so many beautiful things to fondle, rub and squeeze.
Without being told, he began kissing all over the lower portion of her body and her thighs as well. At this, Cora threw her legs apart and up and cried for him to kiss her vulva.
For a moment, Pierre was quite unsure of himself, then she felt his face brushing her inner thighs, and cried out at the contact of his mouth on her burning sensitivity.
"Don't stop, darling," she panted. "Oooh, that feels so good, darling. Lick ... lick."
He obeyed orders, licking the labia first, then with his rough young tongue finding the passage to her vagina and working in the inner region.
Pierre's tongue found her clitoris by accident, and after moaning loudly, she told him to keep licking there until she told him to stop.
It required only a very brief continuation of the act before she felt herself going into orgasm. All through it, as her hips rose from the bed, she held his face captive in the warmth of her crotch.
She told him how good it had been and that she was going to reward him with sexual intercourse. She helped him get in position, assisted in guiding his stiff young penis into her vagina, then told him to go ahead.
After a steady diet of masturbation over so many months, it was sheer ecstasy for the woman to feel a penis, even a boyish one, stroking where only her finger had been for so long.
She held him tightly when he almost cried as he began to ejaculate, Cora told him over and over what a great young lover he was and how good he made her feel.
There was no letdown for the boy after ejaculation, and Cora made sure that there would be none, as she concentrated on keeping his interest at a high level.
Later, they bathed together and the boy found that most exciting. By the time the bath was finished and he toweled the woman's lush body dry until her skin glowed, he felt his penis begin to surge with a new strength.
At her suggestion, they returned to the bed then for an effort at getting him fully erected. For a little while, he showed promise, then, as a result of too much effort, Pierre felt it going limp again.
Fearing that the boy would cry, Cora turned him over as she told him to he atop her with his crotch at her face. A moment later, he was lying where she wanted him, and she was quick to take his soft penis into her mouth.
Within seconds, she felt the response she expected. At the same time, his hands began to explore her body again and Cora was sure his troubles were over for the time being.
Not content with merely hardening his penis, she kept it in her mouth even after it was fully erect and went on sucking until she heard his groan which announced the onset of ejaculation. She drank greedily from the spurting penis and did not release it until nothing remained for her.
It was the beginning of a glorious two month orgy for woman and boy. They varied their acts of lust, and did not even stop when the boy was unable to achieve an erection. At those times, he was always ready and even anxious to bring her to climax by means of cunnilingus.
When it came time for the boy to leave for home, a sad Cora said goodbye and wondered how she was going to fill the void he had left in her life.
In bed that night, alone and feeling terribly empty, Cora saw what she thought could be the solution to her problem. Seducing Pierre, she realized, had not only been thrilling, it had been incredibly easy. The fact that he spoke a different language, she reasoned, did not make him essentially, sexually different from the boys in her own city.
The only bar to this was, she saw, the presence of her daughter. She solved that too, by enrolling the girl in a residential school where, as she explained to her, she would be able to continue her education in French.
Within days, Cora was haunting parks, playgrounds, neighborhood restaurants, and other places where teenaged boys could be expected to be found.
Instinctively using the technique of the 'drifter' who roams the streets intent on seduction, she would spot either one or two boys in the right location, then begin her act by allowing them a generous view of her nylons and thighs. She learned to spot genuine interest, and when she found it, the next step was to talk to the victim or victims.
Smiling and keeping her voice warm, she would introduce the subject of sex and tell how she preferred boys to men as sex partners.
From time to time, a lone boy would panic and hurry off, but it did not happen too often. She preferred to find boys in pairs though, since she never failed in an effort to land a pair since each was always afraid to let his friend see if he was nervous.
There was too, the obvious reason that two boys could do much more for her than one alone.
For more than a year, Cora played her sex game with all the boys she could find. It reached the stage where it was not unusual for her to have six boys visiting her at the same time. Because of her voracious and varied tastes in sex, that number of partners posed no problem for her at all, and every partner went away thrilled and properly fatigued.
In time though, curious neighbors spoke to the police and a watch was kept on Cora's place. Armed with a warrant, two policemen crashed one of
Cora's orgies when there were four naked boys, ranging in age from thirteen to sixteen on hand.
She was arrested of course, but an understanding District Attorney agreed with her lawyer that psychiatric care, rather than imprisonment would serve the ends of society best. On the strict condition that she undertake such treatment, the charges were withdrawn.
Cora has been faithful in continuing her visits to a psychiatrist, and shows promise of adjusting to a more socially acceptable behavioral pattern.
The facts of Cora's case speak so clearly for themselves, that there seems little or no reason for a summing up. It can be seen that all the necessary factors were present at the same point in her life That she could have reacted in any other manner is highly unlikely.
The human mind is a very fine instrument, but until we have learned a lot more about it, it remains highly susceptible to the whims of fate. Realizing this is the very base of understanding our fellow humans.
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CASE HISTORY
Carol
At twenty-three, Carol married a rising young business executive who did not approve of his wife's working. He also did not want to begin raising a family at once, and, as the time passed, she began to suspect that he would continue to postpone a family indefinitely.
When they moved from their apartment to a big house with spacious grounds in a fashionable part of the city, Carol had a little more to do with her time, but boredom was still with her and weighed heavily.
She tried clubs and various social service activities as a means of filling her days, but soon gave up the idea as she saw that the women she met there didn't seem to be her type.
As if more were needed to contribute to her boredom and general lack of happiness, by the time she reached the age of twenty-seven, her husband had become so engrossed in the world of business, that he had little time, energy or interest in the world of their boudoir.
Carol tried a few times to tell him, subtly, that their sex life just wasn't enough for her, but he either didn't get the message, or got it and chose to ignore it. Things became so bad, that Carol began keeping a log of their sexual activities.
She discovered that a very small piece of paper could have served as the ledger for that purpose. On the day her life course changed, it had been more than a month since she had experienced sexual intercourse, and more than four months since she had enjoyed an orgasm.
There were a couple of courses open to her, as to any woman in such a situation. She could have spoken frankly to her husband about the problem and demanded a better deal. She didn't though, because her pride would not let her beg for the love that she felt was hers by right.
Another alternative was to find a different sexual outlet. Being a beautiful woman with a stunning figure, it would have been easy to go along with any of the many men who eyed her and would have given anything for a chance to uncover her lush form and make passionate love to her, but Carol was not, she told herself more than a few times, the type to settle for a roll in the hay. She wanted love, and respected her marriage vows.
It was shortly after noon on a warm day at the end of summer, and Carol had nothing to look forward to except the arrival of her tired husband, not before eight that evening, and probably somewhat later.
The ringing of the phone surprised her just as she had dropped her panties to the floor and was about to step into a bath. She was not annoyed though, since even a telephone conversation was a welcome relief from the empty monotony of the house.
Within seconds of answering the phone, Carol realized from the deep breathing and excited tone of her caller, that it was another 'telephone nut,' a male who called females for the purpose of indulging in erotic conversation. The only difference was, she noted, that this one sounded younger than any she had heard before.
She had experienced such calls before, and had always hung up at once. This time, she didn't.
"Look, whoever you are," she said with irritation in her voice, "you have just interrupted me as I was about to have a bath. Just what is it you want?"
"You mean you don't have any clothes on?" the voice became even more boyish in its excitement.
"I don't usually wear clothes when I bathe," she replied scathingly.
"Boy, I wish I could see through the phone. I've never seen a bare naked woman."
"How old are you?"
"Sixteen. But I've got a nice big prick and it's real hard right now. I've got it out and I'm playing with it. If you'll keep talking to me long enough," he went on, "I'll let it go all the way and shoot."
In spite of herself, Carol felt sexual arousal setting in. She knew she should hang up at once, but couldn't bring herself to do it.
"Aren't you afraid someone will catch you?" she asked in a less angry tone.
"Naw. I'm home alone and I got all the time in the world before mom and dad get home from work."
"Do you often phone women like this?" she asked, warmth now showing in her voice, a warmth that transferred itself to the boy with clarity.
"Sure."
"Why do you do it?"
"Oh, it's really great when a woman talks to me and lets me talk to her all about sex and things. I really get hard."
"Is that the way you are now?"
"Yeah. Listen, I'll tap it against the phone."
Carol heard a thumping sound repeated a few times, then he was talking again, telling her of his burning desire to see a woman taking her clothes off, and to touch her naked body for a long time, then to have sexual intercourse with her and to perform cunnilingus.
"But why just talk about it?" she asked. "Wouldn't it be much more fun to find a real girl and do all these things with her?"
"Sure it would, but I guess I'm afraid of girls. L mean I can talk to them on the phone like this, but I can't talk when I'm with one."
Carol kept him talking, and, between erotic comments in which he used the frankest of language, she saw him as a shy, sensitive, confused boy. From there, it was an easy step to seeing him as a kindred spirit, as sexually starved as she, only expressing it in a different way.
As for herself, Carol was burning with a sexual hunger that was worse than anything she had ever experienced to that point. The thought of the unknown boy talking sexually with her while he fondled an erect penis sent tremor after tremor through her excited body.
When he asked her to describe her body, she heard herself doing it for him while he breathed with difficulty as he listened intently. At his request, she rubbed the phone against various parts of her body.
At some point in the conversation that escaped her notice, Carol became the aggressor as she talked about how terrible it was to want sex and not be able to have it.
Soon, with her unknown caller completely under her spell, Carol was talking sex in more intimate detail than he had done. She told of her secret hungers in vivid and terribly exciting detail, recounted sexual experiences of better days, and generally drove the boy wild.
Having completely lost control of her emotions, she heard herself urging him to come and visit so that they could not only talk about such things in person, but could also take their clothes off and excite each other even more.
In language as crude and expressive as any he had used, she told him how desperately she wanted sexual intercourse, and begged him to hurry to her house.
When she first suggested it, the boy had feared it was a trap of the type suggested by the telephone people, but a little later, he read the honest, desperate urgency in her tone and threw caution to the wind.
What really convinced him was her begging him not to spoil things by ejaculating before he got to the house. She also asked how he would like her to be dressed or undressed to greet him.
"No, not naked," he pleaded. "It would be great if you were in your bra and panties and nylons, or maybe even all your clothes on, then I could feel you through them, and take them off a little at a time."
Fortunately for Carol's sanity, the boy did not live far from her house. As it was, the fifteen minutes it took him to get there, was a cruel, seemingly endless wait. Even with the time it took her to dress, it seemed forever.
When the boy arrived, Carol was wearing her shortest and most seductively designed cocktail dress over her best lingerie and sheer, dark nylons. Her body was afire with lust that had not diminished during the interval of waiting, but seemed to have increased with the passing of each long minute.
"Hey," he said with a gasp at the sight of her, "you're beautiful."
"Thank you. What's your name?"
At once, his mouth closed and she saw a nicker of fear or suspicion cloud his face.
"Don't be silly, dear," she told him gently in an effort to put him at ease. "You know my full name, just tell me your first name. After all, I have to call you something, don't I?"
"It ... it's Dalton," he said shyly.
"Thank you, Dalton. Would you like to put your arms around me and kiss me? I love being kissed and held by a strong young man."
From the moment she saw him, Carol doubted that he really was sixteen as he claimed, but in the course of the kiss, that ceased to matter. He kissed her with a passion that her husband had not demonstrated in years.
By the time their kiss ended, Dalton had already felt most of her body through her clothes, and as he rubbed against her, she felt the aroused state of his penis and knew he had saved his strength for her.
"Shall we go into the bedroom to talk?" Carol asked in her warmest tone.
"Please," she saw tears in his eyes as he looked up at her face, "this isn't some kind of a trap is it? I mean ... you wouldn't...."
"No, Dalton, it isn't anything like that at all. Trust me, dear, and you'll see that everything I said on the phone is true."
The boy relaxed a little as they went into her bedroom and no police jumped out to capture him.
They kissed again, and this time she sighed into his mouth as she felt eager hands moving up the backs of her nylons until they came to a temporary rest on her nylon sheathed buttocks and pulled her body to meet his urgency.
"Would you like to take my dress off now?" she asked.
"Yes, but first I'd like to peek under it and see you that way."
A moment later, he was crouched at her feet looking up under the flared skirt.
"I can't believe it," he panted. "I've always wanted to see a beautiful woman like this."
After a little while, he got up and after she had opened her dress, he helped her out of it. She had been beautiful to the boy until that point, and terribly exciting, but suddenly, everything about her was magnified and intensified as she stood in bra, panties and nylons as his eyes feasted on her beauty of face and figure, and his body trembled at the warmth which emanated from her in consuming waves.
"If you didn't have your clothes on, Dalton," she told him, "I'd really feel warm and exciting when I rubbed against you."
His eyes went wide again as he got the import of her message, then he began to undress with frantic haste. He paused for just a moment wearing only his shorts, then he stripped them down and kicked them aside.
Naked, he returned to her arms and Dalton discovered that again she had told him the truth. Her body was warm, thrilling silk as they embraced passionately.
As they moved to the bed, Carol offered to take her bra and panties off for him, but he still wanted to wait, wanted to tease himself with the thrilling anticipation of her nudity.
After he had fondled her a little longer, he rolled her onto her stomach and she felt his fingers fumbling with the hooks of her bra. In time, he had the garment unfastened, but instead of turning her over at once he worked the shoulder straps off her arms with some difficulty, then asked her to sit up.
As Carol did, the bra remained on the bed and she turned to show him her lovely full breasts, swaying with the motion of her body.
His hands stopped their swaying, and after he had fondled them well and marveled at the growth of the nipples, his warm mouth replaced one hand at a time while Carol squirmed wildly.
Over and over again, the boy would pull his mouth away from one of the pink tipped melons to tell her how warm and firm and beautiful her breasts were, then his mouth claimed the globe again as he resumed mouthing the treasure she had given him.
It was a long time before she felt his hands stripping her panties down. He was a little rough in his urgency but Carol didn't mind. Her panties were being stripped away to bare the most intimate region of her body to the eyes of an aroused male, and nothing else mattered.
She helped him work the panties down her legs, then he was pulling her legs wide apart and gazing into her crotch. It was exciting enough for that alone, as far as Carol was concerned, but the knowledge that this was the first female crotch he had ever seen made it even more so. So much more, that Carol considered the possibility that she would achieve an orgasm without his even touching her vulva, let alone stimulating her vagina and clitoris.
She didn't though, but she remembered what he had told her on the phone about wanting to perform cunnilingus on a woman.
With a glad little cry, his face came into her wide open crotch and his mouth began to devour her. Anything he lacked in technique and experience, he more than compensated for in natural ardor. Her orgasm came very quickly and it was a very strong and satisfying one that left her weak.
Sensing her need for rest, Dalton was content to he beside her staring at the beauty of the woman and telling himself that it was all really true and not just a fevered dream that would vanish in a moment.
When she was ready, she reached for him and took him into her arms. In reply to her whispered question, he assured her that even though he had never done it, he knew how to have sexual intercourse.
Dalton proved to be as good as his word. With an ease that surprised her, he fitted his penis into her more than receptive vagina and was soon stroking strongly.
True, he was not able to fill her vagina as the penis of an average mature male would have done, but the sensation of the act with an aroused, wildly excited boy was one she knew she would never forget.
Dalton's hands were as busy as the rest of his body as his penis probed the hot, moist vagina. One worked greedily on an aroused breast, while the other stroked hip, thigh and, when she raised from the bed, a firm, silken cheek.
And then, as she expected, he was almost crying as he fired his semen in hot spurts into her body. Even though the act of sexual intercourse had not brought her to climax, it was, for her, more exciting than any she could recall in a very long time, if ever, in fact, sexual intercourse had been that good.
After that, there was time for more conversation as the boy raved on and on about his startling good fortune in having found her.
Dalton visited Carol often after that, so often, in fact, that it was noticed. Her husband received a poison pen letter filled with filth from the mind of the writer who imagined all that was happening between the woman and her boyish lover.
Despite the fact that it was the work of a sick mind, the man felt a sinking sensation as instinct told him the note contained at least a measure of truth.
Having been provided with a list of dates and times of the boy's arrival, he set out that afternoon to check. Parking on a side street from where he could see both entrances to his house, he had been waiting less than ten minutes before he saw the boy ring the bell, and, with a heavy heart, saw the door swing open almost instantly.
Forcing himself to wait, he allowed about fifteen minutes before walking to the house, letting himself in quietly, and, with his shoes off, creeping along the hall to the bedroom.
Sounds of panting and sighing and the light slapping of naked skin told him what to expect. Still, he was not prepared for the sight of his wife lying naked on the bed, writhing as a naked boy performed cunnilingus on her.
Fortunately for all concerned, there had been time enough for him to think the whole thing over, otherwise, there would have been, he knew, a strong urge to kill them both on sight.
Controlling his anger, he walked into the room and screamed for them to stop. Both were white with shock and fear as they looked up to see the man who stood with fists clenched at his sides.
Throwing the tumbled pile of clothes at the boy, the man told him to get out of the house and never come back. Considering Dalton's nervous state at that moment, it was a warning that was hardly necessary.
For a long time then, the man berated his wife with a torrent of abuse and insult. For a while, she cried, then a numbness came over her. She heard the words, yet she didn't hear them.
After a long time, Carol became aware that he was no longer shouting at her. Sitting up, she heard him in the kitchen pouring a drink. For a little while, the numbness held her, then her mind began to fight back.
Getting off the bed then, she pulled her negligee on and went into the kitchen. She saw her husband blink in surprise at the sight of her. It was as if he hadn't expected to see her again, ever.
"All right," she told him, "you've had your say, now I'll have mine."
He tried to regain the offensive, but she surprised him and herself by finding the strength to cut him off as she held the floor.
Without raising her voice, she told her husband that she knew she had done wrong in seducing the boy and that she was thoroughly ashamed of herself.
But she also reminded him that she had once been a loving and devoted wife and that it was neglect, boredom and sexual starvation that had changed her and driven her to such desperate measures.
To illustrate her point, she read him the entries she had so painfully kept regarding the number of times there had been sexual intercourse, and how, almost invariably, she had not been brought to climax.
Carol stopped talking then and poured a stiff drink for herself. She could see that her husband was thinking of what she had told him, and decided to leave it at that for the time being.
After a few minutes, they were discussing the problem in a surprisingly reasonable and reasoned tone. She offered to seek professional help if he considered it necessary, and he suggested that since much of the fault was his, they should try to work it out together.
As of then, husband and wife commenced gradually rebuilding their marriage. As soon as it could be arranged, he took a month off work and they went away on a second honeymoon.
Alone with his wife and away from the pressures of business, the man gradually learned to become a lover again and wondered how he had ever allowed himself to forget the joy of making passionate, lusty love to a beautiful woman.
Carol's story happened eight years ago. Now, in addition to being a contented mother of two children, she is a happy, sexually contented wife who would be horrified at the thought of seducing a sexually disturbed boy.
As for her husband, he has learned that a man can do his job at the office and still be a good husband, and by doing so, enjoy a far richer life.
As has so often been the case in previous works on this subject, we are left wondering just who was the victim and who the aggressor in this case.
While there was a very happy ending to the story for Carol and her husband, we are left wondering what became of Dalton. I regret to say that I have no idea. Carol told me her story, but since she never again heard from the boy, she has no idea of what happened to him.
The optimist in me hopes that it was a case of a boy with a strong sex drive and an equally strong curiosity relating to the fantasy world of telephone sex because he was not emotionally ready to relate to actual females.
It could well be that as he developed, especially after having experienced the pleasures of sexual intercourse and related sexual play, he was able to relate directly with women and that the only material result of his affair with Carol was to make him an experienced, adept lover before his time.
In that event, then there were no victims or losers in the story at all, only winners.
No purpose can be served by delving into the possible alternatives to the optimistic theory, so let us then leave this case with a happy ending.
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CASE HISTORY
Marge
Marge was a high school graduate who worked as a secretary, had a few affairs which involved sexual intercourse, and married her fourth lover when she was twenty-two.
Only after their marriage did they discover that as a result of a childhood illness, her husband was sterile. It came as a shock to them, but their love was strong and they consoled themselves with the thought that when they were ready, they could have a family by means of adoption.
They agreed to postpone that though, since her husband's work kept him out of the city more than half the time and the thought of children growing up with a part time father did not appeal to either.
Her husband was a good salesman and confident of his ability. He guessed that within four or five years, he would land an administrative job at head office, and then they could get on with the family.
From time to time, Marge thought about taking a job to kill time and add to the family savings, but her husband told her to do what she wanted. In time, she stopped thinking about working, and was content to settle for the easy life of sleeping late, reading, and enjoying the sun and the backyard pool.
Being alone in the house at night didn't bother her since their house was in a well populated and lighted suburb and the neighbors were pleasant. Often, when she was alone, she would go out into the yard at night to look at the stars and just relax generally.
There were times when it bothered her to think that behind draped windows, husbands and wives were making love while her husband was miles away. It was not a real hurt though, something more in the way of an observation.
When her husband's trips were extended ones, there were days and nights of sexual hunger for Marge, but they stopped short of desperation and were rarely strong enough to really bother her. They were nagging urges rather than painful pangs of frustrated desire.
Where we pick up Marge's story at the age of twenty-five, it was a hot, still night with stars but no moon in the sky. Marge was outside enjoying a cigarette before going into the house for a nightcap and an early bed, when a sound from the house next door caught her attention. At first, she thought her neighbor was doing some late carpentry, but as she paid more careful attention, she realized that it sounded more like a repeated slapping sound.
Instantly moved by curiosity, Marge nicked the butt of her cigarette away and hurried to the gate in the tall hedge between the two houses.
She knew she was being a peeping torn, but it sounded as if someone were being spanked and she just had to find out. The gate opened quietly and she walked silently across the damp grass toward the house.
The sounds came from the basement recreation room, and her heart gave a little leap when she saw that the drape on one wondow had not been properly closed. As she approached it, she saw too that the window was open.
There were more than just the sounds of spanking then, she realized, there was crying as well. With a little gasp of astonishment, she crouched to peer into the gap between the drapes to see the husband and wife, casual friends of hers, both naked in the recreation room.
The man was seated on a couch and his wife lay across his lap while he spanked her nude buttocks with his open palm.
Marge saw the redness of her buttocks and knew that it must be hurting her. As she watched in rapt fascination, she wondered why a woman would permit her husband to beat her without putting up some sort of a fight.
Instead of the sympathy she knew she should have felt for the woman, Marge was startled to find herself becoming terribly aroused at the sight of the slapping palm and red, bouncing buttocks, and the cries of the woman as she begged for mercy.
While he spanked, the man scolded his wife and, while she could not hear all his words, it struck Marge that he was scolding her not as a woman, but as a naughty little child.
Confused and aroused, she watched while he delivered what she guessed must have been another twenty spanks evenly distributed between the two cheeks which then glowed a bright shade of red.
He helped the woman off his lap then, and Marge was barely able to stifle a cry as the woman got up. His penis was fully erect, the foreskin pulled back, and the swollen head looking so exciting to her that her muscles tensed as if to permit her to leap through the window.
All afternoon and evening, there had been that gently gnawing hunger between her thighs, and the surprising sight of the big, erect penis triggered a desire that caused her to tremble.
Instead of displaying anger at the severity of the spanking she had received, the red bottomed woman wore a look of intense passion as she threw herself into her husband's arms and they kissed passionately, their bodies rubbing.
In a little while, the kiss ended and they hurried to a couch directly below the window.
"Oh, darling," the woman panted, "that was such a good one. My ass is on fire and so is my cunt. Give it to me darling. Ride me hard."
While Marge watched with eyes that seemed as big as saucers, the man dropped between the widespread legs of his wife and, holding his enlarged penis, quickly fitted it into her and began sexual intercourse.
The woman was crying out even more loudly then than she had done during the spanking. Within a minute, Marge sensed that orgasm was approaching for her, and just seconds later, she heard the scream of the woman as she told her husband it was happening.
It happened for him just seconds later, and as the two collapsed into a limp tangle on the couch, Marge moved away from the window, wanting to see more, but afraid that her loud breathing and the thumping of her heart would be heard in the silence of the room.
Returning home, Marge tried to fit the pieces of the puzzle into place in her mind. At first, she rejected the obvious, then was forced to accept it as the only possible explanation.
Her neighbor, Tess, was one of those women who got their kicks out of having a man spank her bare fanny and making her cry like a baby.
Her husband, it was obvious, was more than delighted to meet her needs, the state of his penis after the spanking was ample proof of that.
Knowing that she would not be able to sleep for a long time, Marge poured herself a drink, picked up her cigarettes and went back outside.
Her mind still reeling from what she had seen and still remembered with such clarity, she tried to accept the fact that Tess really was a masochist who thrilled at receiving not just a few love taps, but a severe spanking on her bare behind and became wildly aroused as a result of it.
Marge had read of masochism and had heard oblique references to it, but it was not what she was prepared to accept in her neighbor who looked so 'normal' in every respect.
But she knew she had to accept it, and try to understand what it was all about and what the woman found so exciting in being hurt until she cried and well beyond that point.
After a little while, Marge began to tremble. Unable to decide whether the trembling meant the weather had cooled in a hurry, or whether it came from within her, she went back into the house, poured herself another nightcap, and went into her bedroom.
She stripped naked, as she always did, and got into bed. Sleep was still obviously far away, so she lit a cigarette and returned to her thoughts.
After a little while, she got up, fondled her buttocks with both hands, then, taking a deep breath, she drew her right hand back and spanked her right buttock sharply. In the same instant, she felt a sharp sting and a heightening of her arousal.
like a research scientist conducting an experiment to unlock some vital secret of nature, she spanked herself on the same buttock a number of times until she could not stand it.
Stopping then, she got back onto the bed and felt a strong tingling sensation in the spanked cheek. To her surprise, it was a pleasant feeling. She thought then of how much more pleasant it could be if she were lying over the lap of a man and feeling his strong, erect penis rubbing her while he spanked her bottom.
Her mind was still busy with variations of that theme when sleep claimed her at last. In the usual way of sleep, it only shelved her thoughts for a temporary period. When she woke in the morning, everything was still there just as strong as it had been when she went to sleep.
Marge's first urge was to rush to her neighbor's house and tell Tess what she had witnessed the night before in the hope that the woman would help her understand it. Still, she knew that was out. How, she asked herself, do you tell your neighbor that you watched and listened as her husband spanked her in the nude and had sexual intercourse with her? No, she told herself, there was going to have to be another way out of her quandary.
Marge threw herself into her work in hopes of freeing her mind of the strain of the new train of thought. It was a partial success and got her through until early afternoon when she was too tired to go on working and had to take a break and catch her breath.
It was sunny and hot when she went out into the yard in her daring bikini that her husband would allow her to wear only in their own yard. After a brisk swim around the pool a few times, she clambered out and went to he close to the hedge where she had left a tall, cool drink and her inevitable cigarettes.
As usual, she lay on her back for a while so that the sun could dry one side, then, as she rolled over, she unhooked the mini-bra top of the bikini. With the protection of the tall hedge and the fact of lying on her stomach, she felt that her bared breasts were protected from prying eyes while the sun dried and warmed her smooth, well tanned back.
With many persons, hot sunshine can provoke an erotic stimulation, and Marge, as she well knew, was such a person. The combination of the burning sun and the cooling drink soon brought her mind back to the subject of spanking and its relation to sexual arousal as had proved to be the case for both her and Tess the previous evening.
Into her reverie came a sound from the hedge. Her muscles tensed so that she could turn, then on an impulse, she forced herself to stop. Earlier, she had seen her neighbors' son, a fourteen year old named Robin, playing in the yard. She wondered whether he was peeking at her through the hedge.
Pretending to be very casual as she reached for her cigarettes, she counted on her sun glasses to hide the direction of her gaze as she inspected the thinner base of the thick hedge.
Sure enough, the boy was pressed flat under the bottom of the hedge and staring right at her. As she took a cigarette from the pack and lit it, she considered what to do about the uninvited guest she had picked up.
Under normal circumstances, Marge would have ignored the boy and put her bra top back on, but that particular day was hardly a normal one for her. For a long time, she lay, her mind alternating from the watching boy to the parents she had watched at play the previous evening.
Gradually, a thought pattern was taking shape in her mind. The boy's parents had aroused curiosity in Marge the previous evening, what of the possibility of using him in her effort to resolve the problem they had caused her? It did not occur to her to blame herself for having peeked in the window, but the worst we can say about her on that score, is that she was human.
For another few minutes, Marge worked things out in her mind, then, when she was reasonably sure of what she wanted to do, she sat up with her naked breasts exposed, stretched lazily, gave her well formed breasts a little rub with both hands, then reached for the bra top of her suit. Fitting her breasts into the cups carefully, she tied the back of the bra, then got up and walked alongside the hedge until she reached the gate.
Before the boy had a chance to move, Marge pushed the gate open and stepped into the yard. He sat up with a start, wearing a guilty and confused expression.
"Oh Robin," she said lightly, "come into the house with me, will you please?"
As he got to his feet his nervousness was obvious, but Marge was relieved to see that he would go to the house with her without resisting. She received a bonus thrill when she saw that he walked with his hands in front of him, assuring her that he was trying to hide the bulging sign of an erect penis.
The fact that he was so aroused told her that a gentle rather than scolding approach would work better. She walked ahead of him to the back door so that he could continue to admire her legs and buttocks below and around the skimpy panty of the suit.
In the kitchen, Marge told Robin that there was a pitcher of lemonade in the fridge and that he should help himself while she poured herself a drink. Instead of the usual afternoon vodka or gin and tonic, she opted for a double of Canadian rye with just a little water.
Her back turned to him, Marge took a big drink, then turned to look at him, her eyes sparkling, just a trace of a smile on her lips.
"You are a naughty boy for peeking at me while I was outside with my bra off, Robin."
"I ... I ... " he started to protest, then stopped and blushed.
"You must have had a pretty good look at my bare breasts," she persisted in a gentle tone so as not to alarm the boy.
Without speaking, he nodded his head in agreement.
"Why did you do it, Robin?"
"I never saw a woman's ... you know ... there ... before. Yours look so pretty, I wanted to see them."
"Do you often peek at me when I'm sunning."
"Yes."
"I imagine, Robin, that if your parents found out, you would get quite a spanking."
"No, I wouldn't, but please don't tell," he pleaded and she saw traces of tears in his eyes.
"You say you wouldn't get spanked, Robin, but I've heard what sounds like spanking coming from your recreation room."
"It wasn't me. Sometimes I hear it too. Dad spanks my mom, I think."
"I didn't know your dad got so mad at your mother."
"He doesn't. Sometimes a little while after he spanks her, I hear them passing my room on the way to bed and they are laughing and giggling and sounding real happy."
"Don't you know what it's all about, Robin?"
"No."
"There are many people," she paused for another drink, "who like to be spanked on the bare bottom because it makes them excited. There are others who enjoy spanking a nice bare behind."
"Is that right?"
"Oh yes, Robin, there are many of them. Some enjoy it both ways."
"I never heard of that. Do you ... I mean...? " he paused, unable to complete the question.
"I don't know, Robin," she smiled and took another sip at her drink. "As I told you, I've heard of it, but I've never spanked anyone or been spanked. Have you?"
"I used to get spanked when I was a kid, but mom made dad stop a couple of years ago."
"Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to spank someone, a woman maybe, right on the bare behind?"
"Yes ... I guess maybe."
Putting her glass down, Marge got up and walked over to his chair. Smiling, she turned her back to him, her scantily clad buttocks close to his face.
Above the top of the little triangle, he would see the beginning of the smooth valley, below it, the perfect rounds of the bottom of silken smooth nether cheeks.
"Just imagine what it would be like," she told him over her shoulder, "to take my bikini off, take me over your lap, and give me a spanking."
After posing for a few seconds with her bottom arched provocatively, she returned to the chair where she had left her drink. Picking it up, she took another sip before she turned to look at him. The boy was sweating and looking very tense.
"I'm going into my bedroom, Robin," she said in the same warm tone. "Would you like to come with me?"
"What ... what for?" he gulped.
"Oh, who knows. I may take this off again," she indicated the bra top of the suit. "You would really have a good look at them then, wouldn't you?"
Returning to his chair, she held her hand out and took it and allowed her to lead him to the bedroom. There, as she stood facing him, less than two feet away from him, Marge reached behind her, unfastened the garment, and slowly pulled it off her breasts.
She heard the sound as his lungs seemed to empty with a sudden rush of air.
"You may feel them if you like," she told him. He reached for them with both hands. As he did so, she unfastened the waist of his shorts, pushed them down, and caught his erect penis in her hand With her other hand, she reached around him to cup a smooth buttock. It was warm and smooth and she wanted to spank it, but she held back.
"I think what I'm doing is naughty, Robin." Marge gave both penis and buttock a squeeze. "I like it," he almost sobbed. "I'm still naughty, Robin. I think I deserve to have my bare ass spanked. Don't you."
"I ... I don't know," he stammered. "Would you like to take my panties right off, take me on your lap and spank me."
"Y ... yes."
"All right, Robin. You do it. Step out of your shorts first so you won't fall."
He almost fell doing it, but in a moment, he was untying the knots which held the little triangle of fabric around her warm body.
Robin emitted a sound like a cry as the garment came off and he saw the triangle of pubic hair on the triangle of pure white, starkly surrounded by deeply tanned belly and thighs.
"Let me see..., " he stopped, his eyes fastened to the juncture of thighs and trunk.
"I will later, Robin. I'll open my legs wide and let you have a real close look, but only if you give me a good hard spanking that makes me cry. Do you understand what I mean?"
He told her he did, and Marge instructed him to sit on the edge of the bed. Seconds later, he was in position and she was draping her nude body over his lap.
As she did so, Marge trembled with excitement as she thought of how neighbors would react to the sight of a nude, twenty-five-year-old woman lying over the lap of an equally nude boy of fourteen to be spanked.
Robin seemed to recall how he had been spanked in the past, as he held her warm body with his left hand as he gazed at the splendor of her bottom and raised his right hand for the first spank.
At the feel of the first slap of his open palm on a lush, silken mound, Robin emitted a louder cry than the one he drew from her.
Although not the type of boy who enjoyed causing others pain, Robin was so aroused that he spanked harder and harder as the spanking progressed and soon had her writhing and crying very loudly as he wrapped his arm around her to keep her from getting off his lap.
When he did stop at last, it was out of horror at the redness of her buttocks and the volume of her crying. He was trembling with fear as he helped her off his lap, fear that he had spanked much too hard and was in trouble for having done so.
Instead, still sobbing, Marge took him into her arms and kissed him passionately, their naked bodies rubbing. The continued contact of their bodies proved to be too much for the overly aroused boy.
Marge heard a groan, and at the same instant, felt the wetness, warm and sticky, as he ejaculated against her tummy.
"That's all right, dear," she consoled him. "Let it go, let it all go and you'll feel better."
His arms tightening around her, his body jerked and twitched until the spurting stopped. After that, Marge continued to hold him for a minute or two, then took him to the bathroom where she cleaned them both off.
While she did, she told him how much the spanking had hurt, but how good it felt at the same time.
"Right now," she went on, "there's the most delightful tingle in my fanny. I've never felt anything to compare with it."
After that, Marge told him he would have to wait until the morning for his promised look between her legs. After he left, reluctantly, Marge decided that the following day, she would do more than just show her vulva, she would show it while lying on her bed, and after he had seen it, Robin would have sexual intercourse with her.
He arrived just minutes after his mother left for work, and they went into the bedroom at once. Marge wore a negligee over bra, panties, garter belt and nylons. The costume had been chosen with deliberation to further arouse the boy for what she had in store for him.
While his eyes went wide with delight, Marge moved around the room for a little while to get him even more aroused, then she slowly removed the negligee.
As she expected, the boy found her much more exciting that way than he had when she wore her bikini. There was, as she was well aware, a forbidden quality about the bra and panties to heighten his arousal.
She had him undress, then they embraced. This time though, she was careful not to let him go as far as he had the previous day so that he would remain strong and capable of sexual intercourse.
Still wearing her lingerie, Marge sat on the edge of the bed and began spanking him. Not wanting to upset the boy, she did not spank as hard or as long as she really wanted to, but it was more than enough to tell her that she liked spanking as much as being spanked.
It was also enough to make Robin cry and sob, but when she stopped spanking and began fondling his hot buttocks, he told her he understood what she meant about the tingles that follow a spanking and that it wasn't really so bad after all.
When he had fully recovered and stopped sobbing, Marge told him to take off her bra and panties for her. She felt a new wave of arousal sweeping over her as the boy, his fingers trembling and clumsy, removed her bra, then went to her panties to pull them down to her feet.
She stepped out of them carefully so that he would not get a sneak preview of her crotch, then got onto the bed with him, still wearing her garter belt and nylons which she felt added to the excitement of her body for the boy.
While Marge whispered words of encouragement, Robin fondled her body all over except for the area of her crotch which remained forbidden ground. She made no protest when he rolled her over and gave her a few playful spanks which stimulated her even more.
When she was sure she had reached the peak of arousal and could be quickly triggered to orgasm, Marge opened her nylon sheathed legs wide, bent her knees up, and invited the boy to view what he wanted.
His reaction thrilled her when he peered between her thighs, his face inches away from her body. He explored with his fingers, and would have gone on doing so, but it was time for sexual intercourse, Marge sensed. Any delay would bring on her orgasm before he got his penis into her and she didn't want it that way.
Telling him what they were going to do, she guided him onto and into her body and felt him trembling violently with a degree of sexual arousal that she felt sure was a first for him, a new high.
His body was light but strong on hers as he stroked his penis in her vagina with an efficiency she found surprising in one so inexperienced.
She knew he would climax quickly, but knew too that her timing had been right when she felt the onset of the explosion that was her orgasm.
While she was still trembling through the delights of it, the sensation was intensified by the warmth of his semen spurting strongly into her and seeming to spread all over her body.
Marge held him tightly with her arms and legs as she listened to his panting and groaning. When she relaxed her grip a little, she felt their mingled sweat running on her warm, relaxed body. It felt good.
That evening, Marge received a visit from the parents of the boy, Joe and Dianna, a good looking couple in their mid thirties. Spotting the air of tension about them, she knew instinctively that they had found out about her seduction of their son.
Waiting until drinks had been poured and they were sitting comfortably in the living room, Joe told her that Robin had told them all. His mother had noticed a look of guilt on his face when she arrived home, and had pried the story out of him.
Filled not only with shame, but with terror at the thought of her husband finding out, Marge told them how it had all happened as a result of her arousal at having witnessed their spanking session, and an overpowering need to find out what it was like to be spanked.
"I take it you enjoyed your spanking then?" Dianna asked.
"Yes," she admitted. "It got me so worked up that I couldn't help what I did after that."
"What do you think we should do about it now, Marge?" Dianna asked.
"I don't know. Please, I beg you, don't tell Roger."
"I'm not convinced, Marge. After all, you should be punished for what you did to our boy."
For a little while, the couple went on playing the cat and mouse game. Marge had no choice but to go along with it as long as they chose. Finally, it was Dianna who brought the game to a close.
"Get up now, Marge," she told her in a tone laden with excitement, "and strip naked. Joe will take you over his lap and punish you in the appropriate way."
Stunned and feeling fires starting to burn inside her, Marge stood, looked from one to the other, then began taking her clothes off. When only her garter belt and nylons remained, Joe called her to him as he sat on the couch while his wife moved to a nearby chair.
Presenting herself naked to another man and woman sent shivers of excitement through Marge even though she had expected to be terribly embarrassed.
Taking her over his lap, the man began to spank. He spanked hard, every stinging slap drawing a cry of pain. While he spanked, he scolded, reminding her of what she had done to earn her punishment.
Her cries and tearful pleas for mercy filled the room, punctuated by the loud slapping sounds as his hand spanked on and on with no indication that it was ever going to stop.
And then, just when Marge thought her lungs must be torn apart from the exertion of her crying, he stopped spanking and she felt the man move her from his lap so that she was lying on the couch with her blazing behind heaving madly.
How long she lay that way, she didn't know. The next thing she was aware of was that she was being turned over. Through her tears, she saw that the couple had stripped naked.
While Dianna was still positioning her, Joe got between her legs. Moments later, she was gasping as the big, fully aroused penis pushed a path into her vagina.
As the watching woman commented on the scene and urged her husband on, he rode her passionately until she cried out in a different manner as she achieved an orgasm. Joe let go then and ejaculated with her.
Later, a stunned Marge learned that they had deliberately staged their spanking and sexual intercourse session so that she would see it and become aroused and interested. The plan was that she would ask Dianna about it later, and that the two couples would get together from time to time for some spanking and wife swapping activities.
Dianna told of the thrill of watching while her husband enjoyed sexual intercourse, and vice versa. To demonstrate the thrill of being a viewer, the man knelt in front of his wife who sat on the edge of her chair, leaning back, and brought her to climax by means of cunnilingus.
Marge had no trouble at all bringing her husband into the group although he was surprised when she first told him of her experiences with the neighbors including the son.
After that, the two couples got together often for sex and spanking sessions, and when Roger was out of town, there was always Joe and Dianna to ensure that she did not starve for sexual gratification.
Not convinced that Marge could keep her promise not to have sexual relations with Robin again, his parents packed him off to a residential school where he would be out of her reach.
* * *
It is somewhat sad to note that Robin stepped into a trap laid by his own parents for Marge and her husband. It was just an irony of fate that led Marge to take the wrong bait and seduce the boy before doing what his parents had intended in the first place.
With the exception of the few stolen minutes of joy with Marge, Robin was the loser all the way around. After he had tasted sexual pleasure before he was emotionally ready for it, that pleasure was taken away from him.
One wonders what became of the boy and what type of man he has become. One suspects too, that in getting him away from their home, his parents were not so much intent on protecting him from further sexual adventures, but rather, it was a case of getting him out of the way so that they would be completely free to enjoy their extramarital pursuits.
As we have seen, there are many cases where a boy seduced by a woman suffers no ill effects. I gravely doubt that this was such a case, although parental rejection of the son was a bigger factor, in all probability, than the act of seduction.
CASE HISTORY
Edna
A graduate nurse, Edna married after one year of hospital work, and divorced her husband little more than a year after that when she discovered that he had been unfaithful to her with a former girl friend all through their first year of marriage.
Bitter, she returned to work in the hospital, but found the routine too tough and demanding after the one year rest from it. Instead, she turned to private nursing.
Over the years, she had a number of affairs with men, but none provided her with the emotional satisfaction for which she hungered. Each time, she would enjoy the act of sexual intercourse, usually climaxed, but always ended up feeling empty and deprived of something.
Her second lover introduced her to cunnilingus, which thrilled her the first few times, but after that, although the act and the accompanying orgasm was delightful, she again fell prey to that haunting lack of emotional satisfaction, the need to be needed for more than sexual activity.
In her late twenties, she experienced lesbianism for the first time when an attractive young patient, a confirmed lesbian, seduced her. Again, cunnilingus was thrilling for her, but she turned her back on it.
Distaste or shame had nothing to do with it. In fact, it was the enjoyment of the brief affair that frightened her away from it. like many young women who try it once, she was afraid of becoming confirmed in the habit and, knowing that fife in our society can be difficult for lesbians, she swore never to get involved again.
Through her thirties, her affairs became fewer and fewer as she concentrated on her work, reading, and painting which she came to enjoy and from which she derived great satisfaction.
At the age of thirty-six she decided that she achieved more satisfaction from painting than she did from sex, so she stopped dating completely.
When she was thirty-eight, she received an offer to care for a woman with a terminal illness. The doctor told her the woman was a widow with a twelve year old son, that the job called for her to live in, but with relatively little work and a good salary.
Visiting the house, Edna found that it contained a room on the upper floor that would make an ideal studio, and that there was a spacious garden. The son, a twelve year old named Allan, seemed to be a lovely child with a sweet disposition.
With everything seeming to be so right, she took the job and sublet her own studio apartment.
During the first few weeks, Edna congratulated herself on having made a wise decision. There was relatively little for her to do, the patient was not too difficult to cope with, and there was lots of time for painting.
Although the patient was bedridden, she was aole to read and enjoyed spending most of her days with her books so that she demanded very little from her nurse.
One Sunday afternoon, Edna was dressing after her bath when her door flew open and Allan ran in holding a bleeding finger and looking as though he were ready to cry.
The startled nurse looked up, and forgot about the fact that she wore only her bra and panties. Taking the boy into her private bathroom, she held him close to comfort him as she bathed and dressed the injured finger.
As she completed the task, Edna was stunned to feel both his hands clasp her breasts through her bra.
"Allan," she gasped, "what on earth are you thinking about!"
He did sob then as he told her that she looked so pretty and exciting that he couldn't help it.
The nurse received another surprise then as she realized that his touch had ignited long banked fires within her and that she was trembling with a sexual arousal she had thought to be so long dead.
Instinct told her to send the boy away while she dressed, then give him a lecture on the things a boy does and does not do to women.
Instead, she took him into her bedroom and sat with him on the bed as she talked, trying to find out just what had caused him to do what he did, and at the same time, hoping to get herself under control.
Speaking gently and showing an eagerness to understand him, Edna gradually drew him into her confidence so that he told her all about himself.
He had reached puberty at a time when his mother was ill and unattractive, with a thin, emaciated body and an unpleasant voice.
The only other woman in the house was the maid who, while an efficient worker, was old and ugly with coarse, wrinkled skin.
Allan attended a nearby school for boys where all the teachers were male. As a result of these many factors, he entered puberty in a world composed mainly of males, with no attractive or warm females to be seen.
Edna had retained an excellent figure and strikingly beautiful legs and thighs. The sight of her in bra and panties had been too much for him to resist, and so the impulsive act on his part.
That it was her breasts he reached for, she decided, was an instinctive reaching out for the symbol of motherhood which in his troubled young mind was all mixed up with his growing awareness of sex.
Gradually, conversation came easier for both of them as she held the boy close to her and felt her own pulses pound. Taking stock of the situation, she knew she should send him away, but this was followed immediately by the realization that it was too late.
His youth and eagerness aroused her in a way that few mature men had ever done. She could not bear the thought of letting him go.
"What do you find prettiest about me?" she asked then.
Again his hands went to her breasts in answer as his eyes pleaded with her not take them away from him.
"It's all right dear," she told him with a smile. "You may play with them if you want to."
At once, his hands became more active, rubbing and fondling greedily, causing his breathing to become labored.
"I like you down below too," he said timidly, looking toward her panties wnere the cluster of pubic hair showed through the sheer white nylon. "I never saw a woman with just her little things on. They're so pretty. May I touch you on your panties?"
"Of course you may, dear. Would you like me to stand so you can see and feel them all over?"
When Allan gulped an affirmative answer, Edna got off the bed and stood beside it in profile to the boy who gaped in wonder at the jutting profile of breasts and the bigger, more rounded profile of plump buttocks.
Forgetting her breasts for the time being, both hands went to her panties to rub and fondle them back and front. Under the exciting touch of his exploring young hands, she felt her body writhing with a delight that she had never again expected to know.
"What does a woman look like there?" he asked as an excited hand moved between her big, smooth thighs to rub the crotch of her panties. "It feels all warm and soft. I like to feel like this."
"It is warm and soft, Allan," she told him, "and in a little while, I'll take my panties off and let you see and touch it. We shall talk for a little while first though. You have a lot to learn about women, and because I am a nurse, I know just how to teach you."
"Oh yes, please," he begged.
"First though, you must promise never to tell your mother or anyone else about what happens here. Remember now, not a word to anyone, not even your best friends."
"I promise," he told her with sincerity. "I don't have any friends, and even if I told anyone, they wouldn't believe me."
She sat on the bed then with the boy on her lap so that he could fondle her breasts while she told him many things that were new and terribly exciting to him.
When she felt she had told him enough for the time being, she reached behind to unfasten her bra, and took it off. Her breasts were surprisingly good for a woman in her late thirties, big globes, nicely tipped and with little sag.
In a tone of awe, the boy told her they were the most beautiful things he had ever seen, as his hands claimed them for some inspired rubbing and caressing which further inflamed her with the fires of lust.
She had told him about how men sucked the nipples of women's breasts, and, remembering, he took one nipple into his mouth and sucked greedily. After a little while, Edna drew his face away from the breast and showed him how the sucking had enlarged and hardened the nipple.
Edna fed him the other one then, and he provided her with a matched set of aroused, sensitive nipples and left a wet sheen on the white globes.
Helping the boy to his feet then, Edna stood with her feet just a little apart and told him to get behind her to take her panties down.
When he had only half bared the broad expanse of firm buttocks, he stopped and, throwing his arms around her, he began to cover the smooth skin with wet licking kisses as his panting breath heated her buttocks even more.
"What a sweet boy you are, Allan," she told him with more than just warmth in her voice.
As if only then remembering what he had been told to do, he resumed pulling the panties down until they fell at her ankles. Without being told, he helped take them off the woman's feet and held them reverently as he looked up at the vista of her thighs and buttocks from below.
While he still crouched at her feet, Edna turned slowly to allow him a low level view of the front of her body. Her tummy was a little too rounded to suit her, but it thrilled the boy as his eyes moved from the triangle of pubic hair, up over the rounded curve of belly and up to and over her full breasts to look into her excited, smiling face.
Reaching down for him then, Edna helped him to his feet and drew him down onto the bed with her. Wrapping her arms and legs around him, she rolled on the bed with him for a few minutes, then whispered that he should get up and take all his clothes off so that his body would rub naked against hers.
Under other circumstances, he would have been embarrassed at the prospect of undressing in front of a woman, but he did it with an eagerness which thrilled her. As he stripped bare, the woman saw that his small penis was extremely rigid. With a gentle touch, she wrapped a hand around it and gave it a few masturbatory strokes.
"Do you do this to yourself sometimes?" she asked.
"Yes," he replied. "I guess all the guys at school who are old enough do it. Some of them do it to each other."
The homosexual import of the statement frightened her and confirmed her in her belief that segregation of the sexes in schools was a bad idea.
"It's much better and healthier," she told him, "for boys to do such things with girls. Promise me you won't play those games with boys from now on."
"I promise," he told her with sincerity.
"Speaking of games," she told him then as she drew him onto the bed and into her arms again, "I'm going to show you a wonderful one in a minute, but first, let's just rub together and roll on the bed for a while."
Accepting the invitation eagerly, Allan surrendered himself to the woman at once and almost cried with joy at the feel of their naked bodies rubbing and pressing as she rolled them on the bed again.
Each time she rolled over onto him, he was suffocated with his face between the softness of her breasts, but she never let it last long enough to frighten him before rolling over again so that he was on top of her.
To vary the game, she had him turn so that his face was on her mons veneris and closed upper thighs the next time they rolled over.
After a little more playing, she told him it was time for him to see how a woman looks between her legs. He was panting in anticipation by then, but she still did not let him look until she had told him all about cunnilingus, with special emphasis on the thrill of licking the clitoris while performing the act. So that he would not be frightened when she reached orgasm, she described to him how a woman sounded as if she were in pain when that happened; it was not so, but that it was a case of feeling so good that the woman moaned and made a great fuss while it lasted.
He found this very strange, but did his best to understand what she told him.
She continued to hold him as she bent her knees up and opened her legs wide. Releasing him then, she drew her bent legs right up over her body and raised her hips a little. A moment later, satisfied with her position, she told the boy to move down on the bed and help himself.
Edna presented an impressive sight, and saw that she had a more than enthusiastic audience as his eyes bored into her well presented crotch.
He touched her thighs tentatively, then, with very little encouragement necessary, his fingers moved to her vulva. Edna sighed at the touch, and the boy, further aroused, began to explore her vagina after he found the already moist entry between the soft labia.
When his finger brushed against her clitoris during his digital tour of her vagina, Edna's whole body heaved up and trembled violently. Knowing that he had done something she found exciting, he went back and did it again.
"Oooh Allan," she groaned, "I want it with your mouth. Do it for me baby, get your tongue right inside."
With an instinctive skill that amazed her, Edna felt his hands slide around her hips, shuddered as his hot breath fanned new fires in her vagina, then felt his mouth mash against the moist warmth of her crotch.
Allan went on mouthing for a few seconds as he became accustomed to the feel of a vulva against his mouth, then he sent his tongue inside.
Cunnilingus had always been Edna's first sexual love, but none had ever been exciting as this innocent, twelve-year-old boy. The fact that he had never even seen a woman's body before made it more than doubly exciting for her as the knowing young tongue lapped with a skill that drove her wild with delight.
She was not surprised when she felt her orgasm approaching very early. Her sighs became groans, her body heaved up off the bed, then she went wild as her whole body seemed to explode in a series of violent charges.
Edna felt her thighs rubbing and squeezing the boy's face. Whether or not she was frightening him, she didn't know or care. All she did know was that she had returned after a long absence to the delights of sexual activity, and that she was making the trip not with a man, but with a twelve year old boy.
At last, she released his wet face from her crotch, and saw his eyes shining with excitement.
"You were great, Allan," she panted. "Better than any man who ever did it to me."
"It was fun," he told her. "Boy, I really like doing that. It was so nice and warm and smooth between your big legs. Will you let me do it again?"
"You can be sure of that, dear," she assured him, "but not right now. I want to teach you something else you're going to enjoy."
The something else she had in mind was sexual intercourse. Holding him, she told him how to insert his penis into her vagina and work it back and forth as if her vagina was a hand and he was masturbating.
Small though his penis was, the hardness of it was thrilling as he nervously guided it into the receptive warmth of her hungry vagina.
Edna did not wrap her legs around him, but held him only with her arms so that his body was free to manipulate. There were a few jerky strokes at first, then instinct took over and the boy began stroking smoothly, moving well in and out at a steady, measured pace that was most enjoyable for the woman, and obviously so for Allan as well.
She had expected him to ejaculate almost at once, but he surprised her again by continuing to stroke his penis in her for quite some time before the suddenly hurried pace of his stroking and his labored breathing told her he was ready to loose his charge.
His young body convulsed and he was rubbing and twitching in her crotch as she felt the first spurt. Instantly, Edna wrapped her long legs around him tightly and rocked him close to her body until he finished spurting and lay limp and breathing deeply.
"How was it, Allan?" Her voice was warm and exciting.
"Oh it was the most wonderful thing in all the world," he panted.
"I'm glad you liked it, Allan. We'll do it often in the future, but we must be very careful that we don't get caught."
For a long time, they lay together with his penis in the warmth of her, as she continued his sex education and pointed out how it would cause terrible trouble for both of them if anyone ever found out about what they were doing together.
After a little while, she was confident that Allan would not let a word slip. Since it was past time to check on the boy's mother, they both dressed and the boy left.
That evening, Edna went to the boy's bedroom and, since the maid did not live in, she took him to her own bedroom to spend the night with her.
It was the beginning of the most serious affair she had ever known. Watching the tired boy sleeping deeply beside her, she realized that she had found at last what had been missing in all her other affairs.
Here was a partner who needed her. She was his whole world. She saw clearly the irony whereby the one thing no man had ever been able to give her, was being supplied at last by the love of a twelve year old boy. Ironic or not, Edna welcomed it and slept beautifully that night.
After that, Allan slept with her almost every night and they made love with many variations often, though not as often as the boy wanted to. She was concerned about the possible dangers of over indulgence for him at so young an age.
Months passed with Edna's new life becoming better every day until the doctor, during a routine visit, informed her it was time to start looking for another job. The patient, he told her, would probably die within days or Weeks at the outside.
At first, she felt panic at the thought of losing her boy lover, now thirteen. Fighting to keep her mind clear, she concentrated on nothing but finding some way to keep Allan after his mother's death.
It was not long before she came up with a plan that seemed to offer some hope of working. As close relatives came to visit the dying woman, she told of how she had become so attached to the boy, and how pleased she would be to go on taking care of him after his mother's death.
A brother of the dying woman, the executor of her estate discussed the matter with other relatives, and found that all were delighted to have Edna take the boy since it saved them from having to do so.
In a discussion with Edna, two days before the woman's death, he praised her for her kindness and charitable nature in wanting to care for the boy, and told her that the estate would pay for the rental of a suitable apartment, and a monthly allowance for the boy which would increase until he came of age to take over the major share of the estate that was being left to him.
A few days after the funeral, Edna went apartment hunting. There were only a few weeks of the school term remaining for the boy, so they stayed in the house until school closed.
After that, they moved into a lovely apartment some distance away and enjoyed a lovely summer together living as lovers.
When Allan returned to school in September, Edna was careful in accepting only jobs that provided for short working periods so that she would be able to spend as much time as possible with the boy.
Her desire to spend so much time with him involved more than just sex. She helped with his school work, and generally saw to it that he developed a broad range of interests.
On graduation from high school, Allan was enrolled in a good college in another state, but that posed no problem. They gave up the apartment that had been their happy home for so long and she went with him to the town where the college was located.
Allan began dating while in college, not because he wanted to, but because Edna insisted on it. After each date, she would ask him to tell her everything about it. When, in time, he began having sexual intercourse with the young women he dated, she thrilled as he described both the foreplay and the actual intercourse in vivid detail.
When Allan graduated from university, he had been dating one particular girl for almost a year and did not go out with any others. His twenty-first birthday was behind him and he was master of his own estate, in total, almost one million dollars.
Edna proved her love for him then by announcing that it was time for them to part and for him to begin living his own life. She had prepared him well for it, so well, in fact, that he understood and, while he told her he was going to miss her, he did not protest.
The only area of disagreement was a financial one. He insisted on setting up a life annuity for her, and she would not accept it. Almost a week passed before he was able to overcome her protests and convince her that he would not be happy in his new life if he knew she had to continue working for a living.
Accepting the annuity, Edna found a delightful cottage in New England and commenced a new life of her own. With her painting and reading, her life is complete. As for sex, Edna is more than content to live with the memories of ten beautiful years that commenced with the seduction of a twelve year old boy and ended when she said good bye to a magnificently adjusted young man who combined all the qualities of intelligence, understanding, strength and tenderness that had blossomed within him as the result of a woman's love for a boy.
* * *
Romeo and Juliette? The Brownings? I know of no more beautiful a love story than that of Edna and Allan.
In many segments of our society, Edna would be condemned for what she did. In some segments, too many of them, she would also be condemned had Allan been a mature man, but a negro or a jew.
It illustrates to my satisfaction, that the fault lies in society rather than in Edna. I do not make the proposition that women should seduce boys, but I do feel very strongly that society is too quick to generalize, too anxious to condemn.
I know both Edna and Allan, and I am pleased to count them as friends. I am even more pleased to number them among the few truly happy persons I have known.
Allan's wife, the woman he met in his final year at university shares this happiness, and their three children show every sign of developing as healthily as their parents.
* * *
CASE HISTORY
Merle
Merle was a plainly attractive virgin of nineteen when she married a young theology graduate who was then accepting his first church assignment. He was a shy, gentle man, and a deeply religious one, which was hardly surprising.
Although Merle did not share his religious ardor, she did respect and admire this quality in her husband.
Since neither had any degree of sexual experience and very little knowledge at the time of their marriage, their first act of sexual intercourse was a fumbling affair which caused Merle some pain, and consisted of great embarrassment on the part of both of them.
After that, it was up to her to initiate any act of sex, and she did not do it often. In time, she came to like making love, but felt that they were missing something.
She read about foreplay and female orgasm, and found out that she was indeed being short changed in her marriage. She discussed this with her husband and asked him to read some of the sex manuals with her, but saw that she was making little impression on him.
In his fear of sex, the minister leaned heavily on the writing of Saint Paul who loved to condemn sins of the flesh, showed an alarming dislike for females, and generally touted purity as the only acceptable way of life.
In effect, Merle was more interested in his Peter than his Paul, but there was a disappointing difference between what she wanted, and what she was able to achieve.
Doing his best for his wife, the man had a rather dull form of sexual intercourse with her three or four times a month, always with the lights turned off and the drapes closed as if to shut it all away from his eyes.
A final indication of the state of their sex life, was that in undressing for bed, Merle was expected to turn her back on her husband as she removed her bra, then put her nightie on before removing her panties.
Little more than a year after they were married, Merle gave birth to a daughter. It was a difficult birth with serious complications which rendered her unable to produce more children.
With her daughter to care for, and church work to be done, Merle managed to adapt to the relatively sexless life that was hers. Little of interest happened in her life until her daughter left home at the age of eighteen to escape the stifling, spiritual attitude of the home. She did so with her mother's blessing and encouragement which was expressed privately during an intimate conversation between the two.
All through her married life, there had been a vague hope in the back of Merle's mind, or deep in her heart, that someday, somehow, she would come to know the joys of real lusty sex.
That hope died on the morning Merle awoke and realized that it was her fortieth birthday and that she had reached that age without once knowing the joy of orgasm or the thrill of having her body handled, fondled and loved by an aroused male. As she lay trembling alone in her bed, she told herself that she was a fool to go on hoping for the kind of love she read about in the pocket books she hid from everyone and got rid of when she finished reading them.
Among the parish duties she handled, was leadership of the youth reading group. Most of the girls and boys in the group ranged in age from fourteen to sixteen. Various books were circulated among the members, and during their weekly meetings, they would discuss what they had read, and so broadened their reading experience.
Whether because of her particular sensitivity that day of her fortieth birthday, or whether it had been happening before and she had not noticed it, Merle was shocked at one point when she looked up and noticed a boy staring at her legs as she sat in a position in which, she realized, she was showing more of her thighs than usual.
Bending her head to the book again, she hoped her blush did not show. She was not reading though, instead, she was feeling an unaccustomed excitement. At the moment of catching the boy looking at her, she had closed her legs. As she felt the excitement growing in her, she deliberately moved her knees apart again.
During the rest of the meeting, she arranged to give the boy many more glimpses of her thighs, and each time she did it, Merle felt an intensification of the thrill. By the time the meeting ended, she was, in the vernacular, very horny.
The boy, a fifteen year old named Andrew, was among the last to head toward the door. Unable to restrain herself, Merle asked him if he would stay behind and give her a hand with cleaning up the room. He agreed with enthusiasm.
As the door closed behind the rest of the members, she heard the latch click and thrilled to the thought of being locked in the meeting room with the boy.
That morning, her husband had wished her a happy birthday at breakfast and announced that his gift to her was a new lamp for the reading club room. A less romantic gift would be hard to imagine, but at the time, it didn't surprise her. It was a reminder of what her life was, and nothing more.
Now, alone with the boy, she looked again at the lamp her husband had given her, then at the boy. Her body told her she could have a real birthday present if she had courage enough to take it.
Her mind warned her that what she was thinking was a terrible thing, but her body offered more compelling reasons for going ahead. The argument was silent and brief, and her body emerged as an easy winner. She determined to try to seduce the boy.
By then, the scattered books had been put away, chairs replaced around the room and the work finished.
"Is that all?" Andrew asked.
"It's all the work there is, Andrew. Are you in a hurry to leave?" she asked as she smiled warmly at him.
"Heck no. I've got no place to go."
"Then stay and chat with me. I feel lonely today and I want to just chat with someone."
Flattered at having been chosen, Andrew went to a couch with her, one that could not be seen from any of the windows, and they sat at a respectable distance as she guided the conversation.
From time to time, Merle moved and turned on the couch so that the hem of her dress moved well above her knees. In doing so, she also managed to turn and look away so that the boy was given a chance to steal another peek.
Inspired by her desperation, she did an excellent job of steering the conversation to the matter of his interest in girls. Before long, although he did not actually admit it, she was able to detect that he was excited by females, but afraid to do anything about it because of natural shyness.
"You know, Andrew," she began on a sad note, "this is my birthday and I didn't really get anything, not even one kiss for luck."
"I didn't know," he said in an apologetic tone.
"You don't have to be sorry, Andrew. After all there was no way for you to know."
"I wish I did though," he went on with sincerity. "I would have given you something."
"I've just thought of something, Andrew," she told him then with excitement shining in her dark, warm brown eyes.
"What is it?" he asked nervously.
"I've thought of something you could give me that would make my whole day a happy one."
"Tell me."
"Remember I told you I didn't even get a kiss? You could give me that."
"Sure," he said eagerly, and would have kissed her cheek, but she stopped him.
"No, dear. I mean a very long kiss right on my mouth and with your arms around me."
Seeing that he was becoming more and more nervous, Merle helped him by licking her red lips and bringing them close to his face. He had no choice but to kiss her.
Her arms went around him, and a moment later, his responded. She kept the embrace tight as their mouths mashed and she pressed her breasts hard against his chest.
"Oh thank you, Andrew," she whispered into his ear as she held him with his cheek against hers. "That was the most exciting kiss I've ever had. I mean it, dear."
Gulping for air, the boy told her he had never kissed like that before.
"Did you enjoy it?" she asked.
"I'll say I did. That was really something."
"You may do it again if you like, Andrew," she whispered into his ear.
This time she didn't have to lead him. Instead, his arms tightened around her and his mouth came to hers. It was a more thrilling and passionate kiss than the first had been for both of them.
So was their third kiss when he took it without being invited and found her more and more responsive in his arms. He had never kissed a girl and found it difficult to believe that a kiss could cause such a tremendous change to take place throughout his body.
It included a lot more than the erection he had achieved during the first kiss, it seemed to effect every part of his body, right from his reeling brain down to his trembling knees and beyond.
"You've given me some wonderful presents, Andrew," she said in a passionate whisper, "now I want to give you one that I hope you will like."
"I know I will," he replied. "What is it?"
Reaching for the hem of her dress, she held it as she smiled at him.
"During the meeting, dear, I saw you peeking up under my dress. Would you like to have a good look at my thighs?"
She thought he was going to explode as he fought for breath to tell her he would.
"Here then, dear," she said warmly as she pulled the hem slowly up her thighs to the expanded tops of her nylons and then a little higher so that he saw the smooth white skin above.
The boy uttered a series of sounds, but she was unable to translate them into words. She guessed that he had never seen that much of a woman before, and it added to her thrill to realize that she was the one to be showing it to him.
"Do you like my legs, Andrew?" she asked.
"They're beautiful," he groaned, "so beautiful that I can hardly keep from touching them."
"Touch them, Andrew. I think I'd like that. Can you believe that no man has ever touched me that way?" It was the truth too, although a difficult truth for anyone, even a fifteen year old boy to believe.
And then both his hands were on her nylons, first just holding, then rubbing all over and slowly moving higher over the tops of the nylons and onto her bare thigh.
"How far can I go?" he asked.
"As far as you want, Andrew. I'm terribly excited and you make me feel so good."
Falling back onto the arm of the couch, Merle raised her buttocks off it, and the boy rushed to take passionate advantage of her position. With a little cry, he pushed her dress right up over her white nylon panties and fondled her buttocks as well as the front and crotch of her panties, moving from time to time to her thighs only to return to the body-warmed nylon again as rough breaths tore from his throat.
And then, to the surprise of both of them, the boy was whimpering as he pressed his face between her thighs and felt the warm strip of nylon panty crotch against his mouth.
At once, Merle cried out and began rubbing her crotch and thighs against his face in a passionate response. Her mind recalled the things she had read in her forbidden books, things like cunnilingus that she had been sure she would never know in her lifetime.
As if stunned by what he had done, the boy drew back then and looked at her with fear and guilt in his eyes as he seemed prepared to run away and never see the woman again.
"Oh darling," she sighed as she hurriedly got to her feet, "that was the most wonderful thing I've ever felt."
As she talked, she was unfastening her dress and. taking it off. While the boy stared at her, stunned by the sight of her shapely, mature figure in bra and panties, Merle was more than delighted that she had indulged in the naughty luxury of wearing a garter belt that day instead of her usual girdle which would not have looked nearly as exciting, she knew.
"Hurry, Andrew," she urged in an excited whisper, "take off all your clothes and then I'll take all of mine off for you."
So excited and anxious to see his body was she, that while he unbuttoned his shirt, she opened the buckle of his pants, unhooked the catch, then slid the zipper all the way down.
As she was pulling the pants down, she saw the bulge of his aroused penis through his tight fitting cotton briefs. As his pants fell to his feet, her hand closed over the lump and she heard her own groan of passion being matched by his.
His shirt and singlet were gone then, and she paused to admire the smooth, strong looking chest and upper arms for a moment, before she caught her breath, gripped the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down with a quick jerk.
His penis leaped out to greet her greedy eyes. This time when she wrapped her hand around it, there was no fabric in the way. She felt the stiff, warm, surging strength of his penis, the first one she had ever held in her hand.
Straightening up them, she released his penis and threw her arms around him. While they kissed again, their bodies rubbed so that both were groaning with desire.
Merle then reached behind to unfasten her bra, but she stopped suddenly as she realized that she would like to get him to strip her the way men did to women in her secret and erotic books.
While he sat on the couch and took his shoes off so that he could get out of his pants and shorts, she posed for him and kept his heart pounding so hard that he thought it would rupture and kill him.
"Undress me, Andrew darling," she told him as she held her arms out to him.
The excited boy almost threw himself at her. His arms went around her to find one hook of the bra already opened. It required a lot of time, but he finally managed the other three and the garment fell open. He stood back a little as he slowly pulled the straps off her arms and watched as he unveiled the first breasts he had ever seen.
Despite his anxiousness to get his hands on the heavy, slightly sagging but still beautiful breasts, he bent down and jerked her panties down to bare more things that were thrillingly new to him, so new and so exciting, that he felt his penis throbbing as the desire in his loins became something approaching painful, but with the most delicious pain he had ever experienced.
When he helped her step out of her panties, Andrew felt a big breast brush against him. The tremors it loosed in his body almost caused him to fall.
Her nude breasts heaving with desire, Merle led the boy back to the couch and when they embraced again, it was a full length embrace that sent new waves of fire sweeping over both of them.
"Do you want me to take your stockings off?" he asked in an anxious whisper.
"No darling," she replied, remembering that in her books, the heroine usually wore her garter belt and nylons. What was good enough for them was surely good enough for her, she told herself.
"Do all kinds of things to me, darling," she panted. "I want you to feel me and rub me and kiss me and do anything to me, anything you can think of."
For a long time then, the two nude bodies writhed in a tangle of lust on the couch. She was a relatively big woman, five feet eight inches tall and well fleshed without being fat. Her buttocks measured thirty-nine inches and were in excellent shape, silken skinned and very firm, rounded rather than oval, with a full, firm bottom slope that curved down to her firm, sleek thighs.
In time, Andrew found those splendid buttocks not just with his hands, but with his mouth as well. He had never thought of kissing a woman's posterior, but his body told him to do it and it thrilled both of them as he obeyed it.
Despite her size, he was able to turn the woman from one position to another with ease as she did everything in her power to assist him.
After her buttocks had been covered with wet kisses and he had even drawn them apart to see and kiss the valley between, he turned her over again. As he did, his hands drew her thighs apart and he stared with awe into revealed wonders of her womanly crotch.
Bending close, he breathed the incense of woman as he kissed her sensitive inner thighs, his mouth moving closer and closer to the moist center of her warmth and desire.
"Yes darling," she cried out, "Oh my God yes, do it."
Sensing what she meant, he reached fully under her bouncing hips, caught her buttocks in both hands and pulled her up to meet him as his eager face pressed down into the searing heat of her crotch.
With a broken cry, Merle threw her arms wide as she felt his eager mouth claiming her vulva and mounting it with greed for a little while, before the boy, seemingly trying to push his face right into her vagina, began licking the hot, moist interior, his tongue an erotic asp, not stinging, but burning her with delight.
Without knowing anything about female orgasm, Andrew kept his mouth glued in her crotch. He felt liquid trickle along the bottom portion of his face and did not know whether it was from her body or his mouth or a mixture of the two. All he knew was that he was being thrilled out of his mind at the feel of the woman's crotch and buttocks and her response to his passionate kissing, licking and sucking.
As the first orgasm of her life swept over her, Merle threshed madly as she stuffed the side of a hand into her mouth and bit down on it to keep from screaming.
In her wild threshing, she frequently broke the contact of his mouth on her vulva, and in doing so, the whole of her slippery wet crotch rubbed not just Andrew's mouth, but all of his face until it was as wet all over as was her crotch and inner thighs.
"Oh Andrew, oh darling," she panted when she was able to talk again, "I didn't know anything could be that good. I've never experienced anything like it. Was it good for you too?"
"It was the greatest," he panted as he knelt up with his strong young penis waving to indicate its need of release of the intense pressure that had been built up during the hot session of cunnilingus. "I just love doing that to you," the boy went on. "I could just stay between your legs and never, never come out."
"Oh you sweet, darling boy," she said as her arms reached up to pull him down on her. "You will be between my legs again right now, but this time it won't be your face there or your sweet tongue in my (vagina). "
Rubbing her hot face against his very wet and sticky one, she told him that they were going to have sexual intercourse. In doing so, she used the four letter word that she had previously used only in a silent whisper as she read her erotic books.
"Do you really mean it?" he asked in awe and obvious disbelief that so great a gift was to be his on this day of startling surprises.
"Of course I mean it, darling," she whispered urgently. "I have never had a really good (sexual intercourse) in all of my life. You are going to be my first real lover and it is going to be a wonderful thing for both of us, I'm sure."
He too was sure that it would be wonderful. After an almost unendurable four years of masturbating and trying to imagine what a woman looked like without her clothes on and how it would be just to touch one, he was actually going to push his stiff penis inside the slit between her thighs and work it in and out feeling what it was like right inside a woman's belly until what usually spurted into his hand, spurted into the woman that he had so thoroughly explored with mouth and tongue.
"Yes, yes," he panted. "I want to do it. I've always wanted to do that."
"Come then, darling," she whispered as she bent her knees again and drew him between her legs, "this is the time. Stick your strong, hard (penis) right into my hot slit and really (sexual intercourse) me."
She couldn't believe that she was actually saying such words, but as she heard herself, she felt no sense of guilt, only a wild, wonderful elation that had been too long delayed, more than twenty years too long.
Andrew was fumbling in her crotch with his penis in his trembling hand then, and she held her breath as she waited for him to find the flesh portal of entry into her body.
When he did find it and pushed his throbbing member well into her, their moans and sighs mingled. Almost in moments, he had buried it to the hilt in the warmth of her and their bodies were rubbing hotly, wetly, their mingled perspiration trickling into her crotch and running down into the cleavage of her buttocks to wet her and the cover of the couch.
And then male instinct told him what he had to do, and he did it well and strongly. In his first attempt at sexual intercourse, the boy was doing far better than her husband had done in twenty-one years.
Despite his intense concentration on the delight of sexual intercourse with the wonderful, mature and loving woman, he still kept his hands moving all over her while he stroked in and out strongly and whispered hotly words of beauty and of love.
To her surprised delight, Merle discovered that she was actually going to experience the incredible thrill of a second orgasm in the same day, the same hour.
Briefly, her legs kicked madly, then, as she heard his groans and felt his semen pouring into her, she wrapped her legs tightly around them, jerked her hips up so that she raised both of them off the couch, and cried her way through another shatteringly beautiful orgasm.
And then there was nothing to do but rest and, after a little while, talk in whispers about the beauty and joy they had found together.
Over and over again, Andrew asked why he had been the lucky one to be chosen, and she told him that there had been no choice really, not on her part. The way he had looked up her thighs had triggered the thing that had been forced to he dormant in her for so many years.
Both were lucky, they agreed, at having found what had been hidden from them. At fifteen, the boy had made the joyous discovery early, at forty, it was almost tragically late for the woman, but, she assured herself, not too late.
It was late then, so they had to get dressed and leave. Even as they dressed though, the boy kept touching and kissing her body until finally her dress fell in place and their game was over, but only for the day.
During their dressing, they had talked to each other about where and how they would meet to repeat the miracles they had achieved during their minutes of wonderful love and lust.
Letting the boy out one door, she went out the exit which led to their home and slipped into the house quietly.
For more than three months, she met her boyish lover at least three times a week in different places where they were free to strip and give each other everything they had to give.
In her desire to explore all the paths of lust, Merle, during their second meeting, drew his penis gently into her warm mouth and sucked warmly until her mouth and throat were coated with a film of his semen. He loved it and so did she.
And then the fate that had brought sexual joy to her, took it away. The boy's father was transferred by his employer to another city. They had a few more weeks together and took greedy advantage of every day of the time until the day came when, as they lay clinging naked and in tears, they said the inevitable good bye.
For more than a week, Merle grieved and spent most of her time in bed, telling her husband she was not feeling well. A doctor told her that it was undoubtedly menopause, but she knew better and kept the secret to herself.
When the cure arrived in her mind, Merle wanted to kick herself. Andrew had been a wonderful boy and a great lover, but he was really only a typical fifteen year old boy. There were others in the club, many others, and each, she was sure, would be delighted to see and fondle and make love to the body of a mature woman.
That morning, she leaped out of bed and announced to her husband that she had been cured.
He was thrilled, because he saw her cure as proof of the value of prayer, his prayer for her speedy recovery.
At the next meeting of the reading club, Merle picked out the likeliest looking boy to stay behind and help her. Less than an hour later, he was trembling just as the previous boy had done as Merle posed for him in a costume of black lace bra, black, sheer nylon panties, garter belt, dark sheer nylons, and high heels.
As she had done with Andrew, she pulled the boy's pants and shorts down to see and play with his erect penis. Merle trained him to be a good lover in a very short time and went on to teach him such things as cunnilingus and fellatio with a resultant delight for both of them.
It was almost three years before word of her activities leaked out.
The boy with whom she was having the affair was sixteen, so she was safe from prosecution since, in that state, he was not considered a juvenile. Still, the disgrace was such that her husband committed suicide.
Merle's mind snapped under the load of shame and guilt, and she was placed in a mental hospital for treatment which is continuing.
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CASE HISTORY
Dawn
At twenty-two, Dawn was a veteran photographic model. While she did a fair amount of commercial work, she was in greater demand as an art model due to an excellent figure, with emphasis on breasts which called for a thirty-eight-D brassiere.
Having enjoyed three consecutive years that were good financially, she decided to take the summer off and return to visit her family in the small town she had left when she was sixteen.
Besides her parents, there was a fourteen year old brother named Doug at home. As the baby of the family, Doug had always been her favorite, and it was he, she was most anxious to see again.
Dawn arrived home late in June for a joyful reunion with her family. She was warmly received, and the family spent hours swapping stories and bringing each other up to date.
During the first evening, Dawn showed them many pictures of herself that had been taken for various advertising campaigns, but Doug noticed that there was one envelope she didn't open. It made him curious and he made up his mind to find out what it contained.
The next day was the last day of school for Doug. He hurried home to find a note from his sister telling him that she was out shopping and would be back around two or three.
Since it was not yet noon, Doug reasoned that it gave him all the time he needed to look for the envelope that she had refused to open the previous evening.
After a frantic search, he found it under a pile of her lingerie. Handling the beautifuly, silky garments had been so exciting, that he had an erection by the time he opened the plain brown envelope.
When he looked at the first picture, his penis surged with excitement. It was an eight by ten glossy picture of Dawn standing stark naked in a full front view.
His hands trembling, he carried the envelope to his own room and sat on the bed to look through the pictures. There were eight of them in all, and each showed Dawn nude and in a different pose.
Spreading the pictures over his bed, he gazed at them for a long time, then, standing, he opened the front of his pants and took his straining penis out to fondle it as he continued to arouse himself by looking at the pictures of his sister.
The human body being what it is, it was not long before his semen was spurting. There was just warning enough for the boy to turn so that he did not sprinkle his bed and the pictures.
Hurriedly then, he cleaned up, then replaced the pictures in the envelope. He couldn't resist keeping one, figuring she wouldn't miss just one. It was his favorite, and showed Dawn standing nude with her body turned so that she looked back over her shoulder.
Her face wore an exciting smile, and her pose was such that he was able to see one breast, both thighs, and her beautiful buttocks.
Hiding the one he had taken, he replaced the envelope in the drawer. Minutes later, Dawn arrived home with a young woman who had been a school friend in the old days. After chatting with him for a few minutes, they went into Dawn's room and remained there for a long time.
The next morning, after their mother left for work, brother and sister were alone in the house. Going to her room at once, Dawn called him and he hurried to her.
"All right, Doug," she said firmly but with a trace of a smile rather than any show of anger, "where's the picture you took from my room?"
The boy tried to deny it, but his guilty stammering gave him away and he blushingly admitted that he had taken it from her room and hidden it in his own.
"I take it you like my pictures?" she asked teasingly.
Relieved to find that she was not angry with him, Doug told her how they had excited him, although he did not make any mention of having masturbated
"I know what boys do when they get excited that way," she told him with the same twinkle in her eyes and voice.
Blushing furiously, Doug looked away, pretending not to know what she was talking about. When he looked at her again, she was giggling and moving a clenched fist up and down over the thumb of her other hand to stimulate the act of male masturbation.
"Did you have a good one?" she went on with her teasing.
"Aw cut it out," he pleaded as he squirmed in discomfort "Stop picking on me and let me look at your pictures again."
"Oh, I couldn't do that," she said with pretended horror. "That would be naughty. You go get my picture now and bring it back."
"Aw, Dawn, please let me have just that one."
"Not on your life, dear. Think what mom and dad would do if they found it. I think I'd get my first licking since I was about fourteen years old."
Seeing that she meant what she said Doug turned sadly and went to his room to get the picture. As he returned to give it to her, Dawn saw that he was devouring the picture with his eyes. Until then, she had been just teasing him for the fun of it, but suddenly, she felt a growing sexual arousal. There was something thrilling about being alone in the house with her young brother and knowing that he was so sexually aroused from having seen a picture of her in the nude.
"Get the envelope out of the drawer and put it away," she told him, still smiling, her own arousal mounting at a rate that amazed and delighted her.
Obediently, Doug opened the drawer, reached through the exciting lingerie, and withdrew the envelope. Watching him, she guessed that he liked the touch of her frilly things, but that didn't surprise her.
One of her men friends loved to stand naked by her dresser for long periods of time just rummaging through her lingerie. Each time he did it, she would watch for a while, then go down on her knees in front of him and bring him to ejaculation with his penis in her mouth.
After that, while they waited for his strength to return, she would dress in garter belt, nylons, panties and a slip. Seeing how thrilled her brother was at the moment, she felt a tremor shake her body as she decided to have some real fun with her brother.
"Please let me look through them again," he begged with moisture glistening in his eyes.
After she had teased him a little more, Dawn told him to sit on the bed and look through the pictures, but warned him to handle them carefully.
Each time he brought another picture to the top of the stack to stare at it, Dawn would assume the same pose to add to his excitement. Before long, she found herself rubbing her thighs in arousal at the thought of what she was doing to her own brother.
After he had looked over them all, and had thrilled at seeing her holding the same pose right in front of him, she told him to put the envelope back on the dresser. As he did, she approached him from behind and, before he realized what she had in mind, her arms were around him and her right hand was squeezing his erect penis through his pants.
"What a naughty boy you are to get a hard-on from looking at pictures of me in the nude," she said in a warm whisper, her lips close to his ear.
He tried to say something, but the words wouldn't come out.
"Now Doug," she went on, "I'm going to collect my price for allowing you to look at my pictures."
Without saying more, she caught the zipper of his fly and slowly pulled it all the way down. As she did, Dawn held him close against her body with her left arm. Reaching into his pants, she found the stiff penis and took it out.
"You have a nice one for your age," she told him as her hand moved the skin of it back and forth a few times. "Tell me, Doug," she went on, "do you like the feel of my nice silky undies?"
"Yes," he managed to reply weakly.
Releasing his penis then for fear he would ejaculate too soon, she continued to hold him close against her while she told him of the man who liked feeling her lingerie, and even told of how she preferred fellatio on him while he did it.
"That must be something?" he told her in a shaking voice.
"Go ahead and do it, dear," she told him.
After only a brief pause, his two hands began feeling in the drawer. As he did it, she unfastened his belt and pushed his pants and shorts down.
Releasing him for a moment, she pulled the front of her skirt up and held it there as she pulled him back to her. As she pulled him tightly to her, he felt the silken warmth of her panties and thighs against his buttocks and thighs and gave a little cry.
"Does it feel nice?" she asked in another hot whisper.
"Oh yes," he panted, "don't stop."
"Did any woman ever rub your ass this way?" she went on as she kept rubbing and pressing against him.
Through the mirror, he could partially see the sides of her thighs, but nothing more.
"Let me see you," he cried out as he tried to turn around.
"All right, Doug. Since you're such a nice brother, I guess I could do that.
She released him then, but as he turned to look, her skirt had already fallen into place again. When he reached to pull it up again, she stepped back and stopped him.
Telling him to sit on the bed, she stood a few feet away from him and turned her back. Gripping the hem of her skirt in both hands, she very slowly pulled it up as she looked back over her shoulder to see the excitement in his eyes.
She continued the slow raising of her skirt until she knew he could see a band of bare skin above the waistband of her red nylon, bikini panties.
"Can you see through my little panties?" she asked.
"Yeah," he panted.
"Then I'll have to let you see through the front of them too, I suppose," she commented as she very slowly turned around.
Gaping at the sight of her, his eyes focused on the triangle of pubic hair visible through the sheer red nylon, Doug's mouth fell open and he gave a little groan that sounded like a cry of anguish.
"Do you want me to take my skirt and blouse off, Doug?" she asked.
"Oh yes."
"Then you will have to strip bare naked for me first." she told him as she dropped her skirt quickly.
Trembling uncontrollably, the boy began to undress. His obvious nervousness delighted her as she told him to come to her after he had removed the final garment.
Putting her arms around her naked brother, Dawn kissed his mouth passionately, sending her tongue inside to lash his and drive him even wilder with desire for her.
Before the embrace ended, she was caressing his smooth buttocks with both hands and pulling his body hard against her to increase the effect. Giving her maximum effort, she also mashed her big breasts against his bare chest and asked him how he liked the feel of them.
Dawn stepped back then and, unfastening the waist of her skirt, pushed it slowly over her hips and allowed it to fall at her feet. When she told him to, the boy helped her step out of it.
Slowly then, she began to unbutton the simple white blouse. She paused with both hands holding it closed after it was completely unbuttoned, then, slowly and with dramatic effect, she pulled it all the way open, held it there for a moment, then pulled it off and threw it away.
Beckoning with both hands, Dawn brought him into another embrace and tongued his mouth again as they kissed. This time, all through their embrace, he fondled her buttocks with both hands on and around the little panties which left a lot of cheek uncovered and silken smooth under his hands.
He begged her to let him fondle her breasts without the bra being in the way. She went on teasing by letting him rub her through the bra for a while, then told him to take it off for her.
Dawn added to both the difficulty and the excitement of taking the bra off by squirming all the way through, still, Doug persisted and, at last, released the last hook. Dawn smiled and drew a deep breath as he pulled the straps off her arms and released a pair of breasts that looked like balloons with lovely big pink buds.
Pushing her down onto the bed, he caught one in each hand and went out of his mind with delight. He had never even seen, let alone touched, a woman's breasts and the feel of them was more than intoxicating.
Taking a hand off one breast, Dawn guided his mouth to the ripe nipple and told him to suck hard. He did. While he sucked, Dawn told him how she loved being sucked all over and it didn't matter whether it was a man or woman who did it to her.
"You mean, some women suck you?" he asked in surprise as he raised his face from the breast for a moment.
"Sure, a mouth is a mouth," she replied as she pushed him back onto her breast.
While he continued to work on the beautiful, warm globe, she told him that the previous day, she had showed her nude pictures to her old friend and had gotten her all worked up to the point where they both stripped naked and brought each other to orgasm by means of cunnilingus.
Listening to her vivid description of the act, Doug was sweating profusely and trembling with delight as he pictured two beautiful women writhing in lesbian love.
Just before Doug transferred his mouth to the other breast, he told his sister how much he would love to watch two women making love. While he sucked, she thought about it and wondered whether her friend would go along with it.
She knew that she was as anxious as her kid brother to have him watching in excitement while she and her friend went all the way in every way.
"Come on Doug, baby," she panted as she pushed his face away from her sensitized nipple, "it's panty taking off time."
Rolling over, Dawn knelt up and felt him hurrying to pull her clingling panties off her arched behind. He was close to crying in excitement as he bared her buttocks. Before he could begin fondling them though, she threw herself over onto her back, raised her legs and told him to take them right off.
He did so, then threw himself at her, holding her legs wide apart so that he could view her crotch. With another little cry, he pressed a hand into the heat of her crotch and began rubbing.
Dawn had had her vulva rubbed many times by many males and females since the age of sixteen, but it had never been more exciting that it was when her fourteen year old brother did it. The fact that he was her own brother, and that he was so young and innocent, made a tremendous difference.
Until that point, Dawn had been able to keep control of the situation, but the rubbing of his eager hand was too much for the young woman and sent her wild with desire and the need to have more than just his hand there.
"Kiss it Doug," she commanded in a whisper. "Get your tongue right inside and give me hell. Go Doug, go."
Doug heard the words, felt his mind reeling, and fell into her crotch as her legs went high in the air, scissoring wildly.
Drawing her hot, soft labiae into his mouth, he sucked greedily, then sent his tongue to explore the hot depths of her vagina. While he did it, his hands reached under her heaving body to caress and fondle the firm silken cheeks.
Dawn was usually slow to achieve orgasm, but there was nothing ordinary about what was happening this time. Within a very few minutes of the commencement of his act of cunnilingus, she felt the tremors of climax sweeping over her and cried out as commencement became reality. It was as strong an orgasm as she had ever experienced, and it left her weak.
Her cries and groans of ecstasy frightened the boy, and caused him to move back a little and stare in wonder and fright as she writhed and cried out, her arms and legs nailing.
After a little while, Dawn recovered enough to assure him that everything had been more than great for her and that he had done his job more than well.
While they lay in a passionate, naked embrace, Dawn told him how wonderfully he had performed and how good he had made her feel.
Because it seemed like the appropriate time, Doug asked if she was going to allow him to have sexual intercourse with her.
"No, Doug. I suppose what we're doing now is pretty wrong for a brother and sister, but I'm enjoying it and so are you. Still, I don't think I could go all the way with my brother."
"But Dawn, that doesn't make sense," he protested.
"I'm a woman, Doug," she laughed, "don't expect me to be logical."
The boy stopped begging after a while and the two went on playing with each other. Having all of her luscious naked body to play with, he really couldn't feel too badly about not getting sexual intercourse. Besides, Doug still felt optimistic that she would change her mind before long and give him what he wanted.
"Do you want to get rid of that bone?" Dawn asked him with a little giggle."
"I sure do, and you know where."
"I'll show you a different way," she told him. "Just kneel up over me."
She guided him into position so that he knelt astride her. While he stared down at her beautiful face and lush, pink tipped breasts, he felt her soft hand wrap around his throbbing penis.
Doug had never been masturbated by any hand other than his own, and he quickly decided that it felt great with his sister doing the work for him while he fondled one of her big breasts and admired the other.
Her hand had not been working long before Doug began to groan with the approach of ejaculation. Sharing her brother's excitement, Dawn watched as he spurted onto one breast, then turned it to give the other a sample.
Leaning forward and opening her mouth wide, she caught the next couple of spurts in her mouth and looked pleased with herself.
As the spurts died out and his penis went limp, Dawn wiped it on a smooth breast, then released it. Using both hands then, she spread his fluid over the slopes of both breasts and massaged them for a long time.
They got up then, and Doug suggested it would be fun if they stayed naked for a while. Calling for a variation on that theme, Dawn found a black garter belt and black nylon panties. Telling him to put them on, she selected a pair of nylons and handed them to him as well.
Knowing that her shoes wouldn't fit him, she went to her mother's room and borrowed a pair of high heels which, to her delight, fitted Doug very nicely.
He went to the kitchen with her, walking with great difficulty, and helped her with the dishes and general cleaning up.
As they worked, Dawn would stroke her brother's panties from time to time, and comment on how nice he looked. At his request, she told him more about her boyfriend who liked to touch and wear lingerie.
Around lunch time, Dawn was rubbing his panties again when she felt his penis come to life strongly. Grinning, she led him back to her bedroom where she had him perform cunnilingus for her again. This time, she had him he on his back while she knelt astride him and lowered her warm crotch onto his face.
Doug was delighted to do it that way, and was doubly thrilled when he saw her adding to her arousal and to his by excitedly fondling her breasts with both hands.
When her orgasm began, she pressed down hard onto his face and gave him a hot, wet massage that went on even after the tremors of her climax had passed.
After they had rested for a few minutes, she told Doug to stand up by the bed. Sitting on the bed, Dawn slowly pulled his panties down, fondled his erect penis a little, then took it into her mouth and brought him to climax with a thrill that made his knees very weak.
They got dressed then, Doug wearing her lingerie under his own clothes with his socks covering the nylons, and she left to visit her friend. Doug went out too and felt very sure that he was the only boy in town who played baseball that day wearing garter belt, panties and nylons.
The following day, he went to Dawn's bedroom after their parents left for work, and both stripped immediately.
Again Doug asked for sexual intercourse, but again, his sister had a different idea. For a long time, she kept him playing with her buttocks and inserting a finger into her anus, which pleased him, to say the least.
After she had him bring her to climax by means of cunnilingus, Dawn knelt up on the bed on all fours and told him to kneel close behind her.
Following her instructions, he pushed his penis between her buttocks until he felt the head rubbing her anus. With only a little difficulty, he pushed it into her and kept working at it until it was completely inside.
"I've always wanted to know how it felt to take it that way," she told him excitedly, "but I was afraid to let a man with a big one do it."
"Is it good?" he wanted to know.
"So far. Now give it to me, Doug, slow and easy so I can really feel it."
Gripping her hips, Doug drew his penis slowly back and thrilled at the tightness in which it was confined. It was even better when he pushed it in again.
He went on stroking slowly and smoothly to make the act last longer. Each time he pushed ahead, his belly slapped her luscious buttocks with an exciting sound and feel that they both loved.
Dawn kept telling him how good it was and arousing him to greater heights with her words and the pushing backward of her arched behind until, with a groan, Doug announced that he was going to have to let go. Despite his activity of the previous day, he delivered full measure as he gripped her tightly with both arms, and rubbing and twitching against her, panted and grunted for what seemed like a very long time.
The next day, Dawn's friend came to visit them just after lunch. That morning, without telling him why, Dawn had refused to allow him to ejaculate. When he saw their visitor, his heart gave a little leap at the thought of what could be in store for him.
After the woman had him swear over and over again that he would never tell a soul, the three went to Dawn's bedroom. While they removed their dresses, they told him to strip nude. He did so without hesitation.
While he sat on a chair close to the bed, the women came together in a passionate embrace, their mouths mashing hotly.
Terribly aroused, more so than he had ever been, Doug watched as they rolled and played on the bed, gradually relieving each other of bra and panties so that only garter belts and nylons remained.
The other woman, he saw, had a luscious figure, a little bigger than Dawn's, except for her breasts which were about the same size. Her smooth white buttocks, he noticed, were very big, seemingly twice as big as Dawn's. He was aching to get his hands on those massive cheeks and hoped she would allow him to.
And then their playing changed as they moved so that they faced in opposite directions.
Doug heard himself groan aloud as the two beautiful women opened thighs and pressed faces into warm looking crotches. Their sighs and little groans were mingled with greedy sucking sounds as their hands and arms held each other.
Kneeling by the bed so that he could see and hear better, Doug watched a face burrowing into a crotch a scant few inches from his face. As the woman worked with her mouth, her fingers dug into flawless white buttocks in a way that must have been painful, he thought. His own hand reached out to rub a thigh and buttock which made him a part of their flesh tangle.
At that moment, a cry told him that one of the women was approaching orgasm. In front of him, Dawn's thigh went up and he bent to look at the face of the woman who went right on lapping, her tongue still inside the exploding vagina of his sister.
Hearing a muffled cry from the other end of the pile, he scrambled onto the bed and bent over. The woman's massive behind was twisting and jerking as she climaxed. He saw bright drops of perspiration in the wide smooth valley.
The expanse of her behind was sufficient to permit his hands to join Dawn's in rubbing, squeezing and pinching the silken pillows of flesh.
The women had to rest then, but Doug was more than content to amuse himself by playing with the big nether cheeks of their guest.
After a little while, the woman smilingly told Doug that she would have sexual intercourse with him if he brought her to climax with his mouth first. He was quick to pay the price she asked and paid it beautifully, as she assured him when he finished and left her writhing on the bed.
In a minute, she was lying looking up at him, her big thighs open in erotic invitation. He fitted his penis into her with ease, and was just telling himself, and the women, how great it was, when suddenly he was ejaculating and the game was over.
They teased him about being a rabbit, and remained in the room, naked, for another couple of hours during which they found many things to do.
During the remainder of the summer, the woman called on them often, and the three never tired of their little orgies.
With the end of August, Dawn returned to her city to resume work. From time to time, the other woman and Doug got together for sexual activity which included many nice variations.
In time, Doug began dating girls and finding a few who liked his style of loving, especially cunnilingus. Because he had been so well trained by his sister and the other woman, he became the most sought after date in town by girls who liked to go all the way, and who found him a real operator after the fumbling technique of boys who didn't really know what it was all about.
Doug is in his twenties now, a college graduate and an extremely happy bachelor and man about town. He does not plan to marry, and, with a good job and a comfortable apartment in the city where his sister fives, he is never lonely.
When he spends a night sleeping alone, it is because he wants to rest, not because he is lacking a partner. A few of his friends are aware that his sister is sometimes his partner, but knowing Doug and Dawn, they show no sign of horror or surprise.
In a society where sexual freedom has made a series of long strides from the old puritanical influence, incest remains the great taboo.
Carrying as it does, the stigma of shame and disgrace, it has ruined many fives. Guilty and innocent alike have been ruined, imprisonment, insanity and death have been a part of the price paid for breaking this facet of the moral code of society.
And yet, in this case, little if any harm seems to have been caused. It did not change Dawn's life in any way, and seems not to have harmed Doug.
If he has been harmed at all, it is to the extent that having tasted the joys of sexual variety, he is unable now to settle down to the love of one woman and conventional marriage.
Whether or not that is to be considered a harmful thing is a matter of taste, a subjective judgment on the part of the person who makes it. I am most assuredly not that person.
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CASE HISTORY
Alma
By the age of twenty-five, Alma was qualified as a teacher of English and History, and also a teacher of drama. She was a beautiful young woman with an excellent figure, and had enjoyed sexual intercourse since the age of eighteen.
The only thing unusual in her background was an incident that had happened a year earlier, just after graduation from university.
She and a girl friend were vacationing at a lakeside cottage, relaxing after a tough term of studies. While they were sunbathing one day on the lawn near the cottage, they noticed a couple of boys spying on them through a screen of thick brush.
Both were shapely, and in their bikini bathing suits, they realized, gave the boys plenty to look at.
After a whispered conversation, they decided it would be fun to invite the boys to join them. At the outset, it was only meant to be a prank, but as the boys' nervousness was slowly overcome, they decided to make a real game of it by taking the boys into their cottage and seducing them.
The lads had told them they were twelve and thirteen respectively, and, as the conversation reached a more intimate level, both admitted to never having seen a female in the nude.
Going into the bedroom, each woman took a boy to one of the beds. First, the boys were permitted to feel them through and around their bathing suits, then the bra tops were removed and the young visitors were given bare breasts to play with.
In addition to the thrill of seeing her boy's arousal, Alma shivered with excitement at the sight of the other boy fondling, then sucking her friend's big breasts.
When they lowered the boys' bathing trunks, they found that both had achieved full erection. Having known a fair number of adult males by then, the little organs presented an interesting novelty value to both women.
First Alma, then her friend, stood and had her boy take the bikini off. The looks they saw on the faces of the two boys thrilled them with wild excitement.
For hours that day, the two woman taught the boys every sexual trick they knew, and between them they knew many, including cunnilingus and anal osculation. Both boys were spanked and both were allowed to spank the women. Needless to say, there was sexual intercourse.
It had been a lark, and they always laughed about it when they met after that, but generally, Alma didn't think much about it. Rather, she was inclined to think ahead to the beginning of her career as a teacher.
Although she continued to date and enjoy sexual pleasure when she felt in the mood for it, Alma had no intention of becoming involved in any emotional relationship.
If she ever married, she told herself, it would be later, after a few years of teaching and a shot at some serious theatre.
Her teaching assignment was at a junior high-school in a better class residential area of a major city. It pleased her right from the beginning and she was sure she had made a right choice.
To her surprise, as she looked over her first class, she felt a strong recollection of the two boys she and her friend had seduced at the cottage.
Although the boys did not stare as brazenly, and she was more adequately dressed, she knew that the boys were impressed by the sight of her, and guessed that some of them were probably thinking naughty thoughts.
Telling herself to stick to business, she concentrated on teaching and getting to know the students assigned to her.
She became even more excited when she formed the first drama class and found those enrolled in it were serious about it.
The group would meet two or three times a week after classes, and their sessions were always enjoyable to teacher and students alike.
One of the boys, a shy fifteen-year-old named Conrad, proved much too shy to be an actor, but after a few weeks of working on set designing, he approached Alma and asked if he could try his hand at writing a play.
Excited by his interest, she urged him to do so, and offered to help in any way she could. Throwing himself into the task, Conrad would show her a new page or two each day and ask for her comments.
The boy was no Shakespeare, but his writing did show promise and she was delighted to encourage that in every possible way.
A couple of weeks later, they agreed that the play should be worked over as an overall unit rather than a series of pages. Toward that end, Alma suggested he come to her house the following Sunday at noon so that they could devote the entire afternoon to the project.
At exactly noon on Sunday, Conrad arrived looking well scrubbed and eager. She was pleased to see that he had dressed carefully for his visit to her in an obvious effort to make an impression on her.
Alma led the boy into what she jokingly referred to as her loving room. It was on the upper floor of the semi detached house she had rented because she liked to have a lot of room and to throw parties that could become noisy.
Her loving room was comfortably furnished with a wide couch, comfortable chairs, cushions, a big table and a bar that she kept well stocked, and to which some of her male friends contributed.
She too had dressed for the boy's visit, but not as formally as he. She wore a simple white blouse and a peasant skirt that was really too short for her, but had been a gift from a male friend and she liked it even though it showed her knees completely in an era when women did not dress that way.
Spreading the pages of the manuscript on the table, the two settled down to work. Alma had many suggestions to make, and the boy was delighted with each. She too was delighted when, from time to time, he would not accept a suggestion until they had argued it out and usually reached a compromise on the point in question.
After a little while, Alma suggested they stop for a drink. While Conrad helped himself to a soft drink from the fridge, Alma decided that a Canadian Rye and water would be right for her mood.
Bending to pick up a glass from the cupboard under the bar, she turned and noticed the boy suddenly looking away as though embarrassed. Surprised, she thought for a moment, then realized that in bending while wearing the short, full skirt, she had probably showed her legs well above the tops of her nylons.
She felt little needles of passion dart through her body as her mind raced back in time to the day at the cottage with the two young boys.
When, a few minutes later, the boy was still unable to look at her face and was obviously terrified at having been caught looking under her skirt, she decided to do something to put him at ease.
"Conrad, dear," she said gently, "Look at me."
As he obeyed, Alma saw the strain of fear on his face, being worn like a visible pain.
"I know what's bothering you," she told him, "and it's not necessary. I didn't realize how much I was showing when I bent over then. In looking at my legs, you did what any normal young man would have done. Now, do you feel better about it?"
"Yes," he replied shyly, "thanks."
"Now that you have seen my legs just about all the way," she continued with a naughty expression, "what do you think of them?"
He blinked in surprise. "They're really beautiful. Everything about you is."
"Why thank you, Conrad," she bowed as she smiled. "You are a gentleman. I predict you will be a great lover one day. Come to think of it, perhaps you are now. Do you have a girl friend?"
"No," he answered shyly.
"Don't let that bother you, dear. You have plenty of time."
As she said it, she winked and patted his thigh lightly.
"Good heavens dear," she said, her eyes twinkling, "you don't have to drink from the bottle, I have plenty of glasses."
"Oh this is fine," he assured her.
Ignoring his refusal, she bent, just as she had done before, to get a glass. This time, she took a little longer selecting one.
When she turned smiling, she noted that the boy sat wide eyed almost as if in a trance.
"I must have shown quite a bit that time by the look on your face, Conrad," she kept her grin warm and very exciting. "How far up did you see?"
"Wow, way up. I never saw anything like that in my life," he panted.
"What color are my panties?" she persisted as she put the glass down on the bar without bothering to give it to him.
"I ... I couldn't quite see," he croaked.
"What a pity. They're black nylon that you can see right through and they're just teeny little ones that leave a lot of me uncovered. Have you ever seen a woman or a big girl in her panties?"
"Nooo," his voice quavered and stretched the word out.
"What a shame. Men tell me that it is even more exciting to see a woman in her bra and panties, than it is to see her bare naked."
Alma didn't mind when he did not reply. She was able to guess that in his present condition, talking wasn't easy for the boy.
"It must be difficult for an intelligent, normal boy of your age. You know, you see how a woman's body is formed, but her clothes really hide her so that all you can do is think about it. Isn't that right?"
"Yes," he replied weakly.
"Do you ever wonder about it?" she went on.
"Sure. I guess all the guys do."
"When you looked up my legs, did you wish you could see right up, all the way?"
"Yes." He was squirming now and perspiring.
Alma was close to squirming herself. She knew without a doubt that she was going to seudce him and turn her nude body over to him on the couch.
"I can tell you a story about two boys who were anxious to see a woman's body." She went on to tell in detail, what she and her friend had done at the cottage.
"Some guys have all the luck," he said with feeling when she finished the story. "I suppose so."
"Is it really great when a man and woman do it? You know, I mean when they go all the way."
"It's better than great, dear. I did it last night with a man right on the couch were you're sitting."
"Would you tell me about it?" He blushed as he asked the bold question.
"All right, Conrad. First though, look on the floor behind the couch and pick up what you find there."
Doing so, Conrad blushed again as he came up with a little pair of pale blue nylon panties.
"I was wearing those last night. After my boy friend and I necked for a while and he got his hand inside my dress to get me all worked up, he took off all my clothes and his own as well. He laid me down right where you are sitting and pushed a big, stiff one all the way into me."
"Tell me, tell me," Conrad panted.
"He rubbed and sucked my bare breasts," she cupped the bulges in her blouse as she talked, "then began to drive his big one in and out. He really gave it to me."
"What else did he do?"
"Before he stuck it in me, he pushed my legs up and open and" (she described an act of cunnilingus).
"Do men really do that?"
"Any man who is a good lover does. Most women really love having that done to them."
"Do you like it?"
"Love it. It makes me feel dreamy, especially if the man really uses his tongue."
"I'd like to do it if you'd show me how," he told her with sincerity.
She paused and looked pensive for a moment. "I hadn't thought of that," she lied easily. "I may let you do it later at that."
Sitting beside him, she put a hand on his thigh and pressed warmly.
"You're strong, Conrad. Are you as strong as that all over?"
"I ... I don't know."
Slowly, she moved her hand up his thigh rubbing and pressing the inside with her fingers. She kept the hand moving until the edge of it and her thumb found the hard form of his penis.
"Oh Conrad, you're strong somewhere else too," Alma observed in pretended surprise. "I think you are going to get me so excited that I will let you put your face between my legs."
"Do you mean it?"
"I think so. Would you like to feel me anywhere?" she asked as she closed her hand over the bulge of his erect young penis.
"I'd love to feel you everywhere."
"Then I guess you should go ahead. After all, a playwright has to know all about people and life, doesn't he?"
She emitted a deep sigh as his hands closed over her breasts and she felt anxious fingers digging through her blouse and bra.
"I always wanted to feel a woman like this," he panted as he massaged both breasts for a while, then moved one hand down under the hem of her skirt to feel his way up her thigh.
The hand moved all the way up her nylon, paused for one second when it reached the silk of her bare thigh, then went up into her crotch to rub her panties as she parted her legs wide for him.
"Is this the first time you ever felt a woman there? Alma asked.
"Oh yes. I never even touched a girl there."
"That's enough for now, dear. Take your hands away, I want to show you something."
Turning on the couch so that she faced him, and curling her legs under her body, Alma slowly and deliberately unbuttoned her blouse. With a musical sigh, she pulled the garment open.
She wore a plain black bra, but there was nothing plain about the way her breasts more than filled the big, deep cups, the white of the rounded melons contrasting beautifully against the plain, shimmering black. She took the blouse right off, and his hands darted out to fondle the cups.
"Give me a nice kiss right between them, dear," she told the boy.
With a little cry, Conrad pressed his mouth into the warm cleavage. She felt his hands moving around her back as he applied a whole series of hot, wet kisses all over the valley and upper slopes of her breasts. With one hand, she rubbed the back of his neck and his head.
"Please take your clothes off," he begged. "I want to see you all over."
"You first, dear," she told him as she stood by the couch. "I'll give you a quick look at my panties, then you strip bare naked."
With that, she did a dancer's spin that caused the skirt to swirl high and well away from her body. He saw the black nylon panties she had told him about, and gave a little cry of excitement.
Despite his nervousness, he undressed quickly until he wore nothing but his briefs.
"Are you afraid to take them down?" she asked with a little smile.
"I ... I guess," he told her.
"Then I'll do it for you," she told him as she reached for the waistband and pulled them down his legs.
His penis was a bit bigger than she expected, and Alma was pleased with the bonus that meant. She closed a soft, warm hand around it and gave it a little squeeze as she rubbed his smooth, almost girlish buttocks with her other hand while he continued to squirm.
"Unfasten the waist of my skirt now, Conrad, and watch how nicely it falls."
He achieved it with some difficulty and gave a loud gasp as the skirt floated to the floor and she stepped out of it with the grace and beauty of a ballet dancer.
While he watched trembling, Alma calmly removed her bra and allowed the big, firm breasts to tumble out. Despite their considerable size, they jutted boldly and with a firm strength that the boy found difficult to believe possible for things that looked so soft and creamy smooth.
Her breasts bounced as she turned her back to the boy and very slowly pulled her sheer nylon panties down as she bent from the waist. The splendor of her exposed rear was such that Conrad wanted to throw himself at it, wanted not just to feel it with his hands, but to kiss it and lick it all over, to eat it if possible.
As her panties fell to her feet, Alma turned, smiling, and made her full breasts do a real dance as she stepped out of her panties and bent to pick them up.
Taking his hand, she sat on the couch and pulled the boy down beside her before taking him into her arms, falling down on her back, and pulling him into a close, naked embrace.
After they had shared countless kisses, Alma gave him her breasts to fondle with his hands and his mouth which he did with rapture which knew no bounds as she squirmed under him and encouraged him with her voice, her hands and her whole body.
When Conrad asked her to let him see what she looked like between her legs, she knelt up with her legs wide apart and told him to investigate all he wanted. She was thrilled at the sight of him lying on his back as he squirmed to get his face directly under her crotch.
"Wow!" he exclaimed with delight, "I can really see everything from here. Your ass and everything all at once."
That didn't surprise her, but it thrilled her to hear him say it with such enthusiasm. Her next thrill came then as he began to explore both her crotch and her buttocks with his hands. His touches kept her body shuddering violently.
"Let me do it," Conrad almost cried the words. "Let me put my mouth on it. Let me kiss it and lick it."
Alma felt his face rising between her thighs to find her vulva, but she moved away from him.
Later, she thought, it would be fun to sit on his face and have him lap her that way, but she wanted the first time to be more conventional, easier for him, to ensure that he would do it well and bring the orgasm she had to have as quickly as possible or lose her mind with desire.
Telling him to kneel at the end of the couch, she lay on her back with her behind right on the edge of the couch. Her legs parted and came up, and a moment later she felt his face pressing into her heated crotch, his mouth on her hot labiae his tongue shooting directly into her vagina. She was sorry then that she had not told him about the importance of licking her clitoris, but just then his tongue found it and she told him in an urgent tone to keep on licking in that spot.
Alma climaxed quickly, so that it was, she guessed, the briefest bout of cunnilingus that had ever brought her to climax, but it was far from being the worst. Very far indeed, she told herself silently as she listened to the music of her own sighs and watched as Conrad licked his lips as if wanting more of the secret taste of woman.
Sitting together on the couch, fondling each other, they compared notes on how good it had been. Alma was careful to assure him that he had been a great lover, and found that it was easy since she was being completely truthful. It really had been as thrilling as anything she had ever experienced.
"Are you ready for your big moment now, Conrad?" Alma asked him in a warm whisper. "You mean?"
"I mean," she said, fondling his throbbing little penis, "ready to stick this in that nice warm little slit between my legs and work it in and out until it shoots right inside me."
He was more than ready and told her so. While he watched, his eyes gleaming with excitement, Alma stretched out on the couch and opened her body for him. When she told him to, he crawled between her legs and began to mount her as she used her hands to guide him.
When she felt his penis slipping easily into her vagina, Alma heard a groan from the boy.
"Does it feel nice?" she asked.
"Oh yes," he said as he groaned again and pushed it all the way in.
"Just lie on me and rest for a little while before you start doing it," she told him.
More than delighted with that, he lay on her warm body and mouthed one of her breasts while she whispered to him about how good it was going to feel when he started to work his penis in and out.
After a little while, she gave him the green light and he began stroking. As she expected, he required no help at all. Instinct, she knew, tells the male human how the act is performed just as it does male animals of ah variety.
While he pumped and panted on her body, she decided she would teach him all of the refinements of the act of love so that he would become an adept lover long before his time. He would become a living monument to her and would never forget her no. matter how long he lived or how many other women he ever took to bed. The thought caused her to shiver with delight.
"Oooh Conrad," she panted encouragement, "You're good ... You really know how to give it to a woman ... that's it ... that's it ... drive it to me ... make me squirm, lover darling ... ooh, I can feel it all the way ... fuck me ... fuck me hard ... oooh yes ... yes..."
Conrad gave a louder groan then, almost a shout, and she stopped talking because she was aware that he was approaching his climax.
"Get ready, Conrad," she panted, "you're going to come inside me. It's going to be great. Let it go. Don't try to hold back."
He let it go and she brought her legs up and around him to caress him with them and her arms as well as she raised her behind right off the couch to take him for a ride on her fleshy elevator.
She held him up easily all the time she felt his hot semen spurting into her body. When it passed at last, she eased him down and held him while the walls of her vagina opened and closed around his spent penis and she assured him that he had beer, great.
Alma didn't tell him that she had not quite reached her orgasm, she would save that for later in her training program with him.
They got up then, washed, and at her insistence, dressed and returned to working on the play. It was difficult for a while, but in time they adjusted.
Shortly after three, Alma guessed that he would have recovered enough by then for another round on the couch. Putting her pen down, she declared recess and took the boy into her arms for a passionate kiss and a warm, rubbing embrace. As they moved apart, she told him to take his clothes off, and loved the eager way he obeyed.
Again, Alma undressed until only her garter belt and nylons remained, then they played with each other as she explained more about sexual intercourse and various deviations and variations. His penis, she saw, was stiff and very ready.
She encouraged his desire to kiss and lick her firm, smooth buttocks and he bathed them thoroughly. This time, she did have him lie on his back and lowered her crotch onto his face.
While he moaned with delight, she kept it there, rubbing his face with her crotch and buttocks from time to time, while he brought her to climax with his mouth and tongue for the second time that day.
After she dismounted him and they rested, holding each other for a little while, Alma knelt on all fours and told him how to give it to her from behind. He expressed surprise that it could be done that way, but she assured him it was only one of many delightful variations of the standard face to face position, and promised that in the future, she would teach him many others.
While he knelt right against her warm buttocks and told her how good it felt, Conrad tried to fit the head of his penis into her vagina, but found it more difficult than he expected.
Patiently, she reached into her crotch, found the tough little erection and guided it unerringly into her more than amply lubricated opening. After that, it was easy and both were thrilled at the series of lovely, fight spanking sounds they heard as his firm young belly slapped her arched behind at the completion of each stroke.
Of greater delight was the fact that he lasted much longer the second time, and gave her a wonderful orgasm during which he pulled her buttocks hard against him and stopped stroking.
While she told him what a great orgasm it had been, the boy began stroking again. It did not take much longer, not nearly as long as he would have hoped for, before his penis was spurting for the second time that afternoon while his arms and hands held her and his body twitched and rubbed her love-warmed posterior.
All through the school term and well into the next one, Alma and Conrad were passionate lovers. Their affair came to a close when the boy's parents became suspicious of their son's frequent visits to the teacher's house and, applying pressure, forced him to admit that Alma had seduced him and that they were making love regularly.
They contacted school officials at once and demanded that the woman be punished for what she had done. Anxious for the reputation of the school and the welfare of the other young students, they were able to convince the parents not to lay criminal charges against her.
Instead, Alma was quietly dismissed from her teaching position. The dismissal was changed the following day to a voluntary resignation after the principal, a very academic looking man in his sixties, spent a tiring couple of hours at Alma's house where she put the couch in her living room to very productive use.
Although his parents kept a very close eye on him for the remainder of his school years, Conrad showed no ill effects as a result of his affair with the teacher.
Today, in his late twenties, he is a proficient writer of television scripts, and has had one play produced on Broadway. No, don't try to identify him, his name is not Conrad at all.
Just be content in the knowledge that he is a happily married man whose wife is delighted that she found such a wonderful lover for a husband.
She knows the story of his early seduction, and while she has never seen Alma, nor has Conrad ever seen the woman since the day of their disgrace, she tells me that she will forever be grateful to the woman who taught her husband the art of love and did it so very well, that there is a bold gleam in her eye when she talks about it.
The story of Alma and the boy she seduced, must be added to the list of those cases where the seduction of an innocent boy by a woman resulted in no harm at all, and, on the contrary, has added a couple of happy, well adjusted human beings to the roll of our society.
I do not know either what became of Alma, but one can reasonably assume that other boys have been prepared for life by her, and that if she is still alive and active, there will be more.
Be of good cheer, gentle reader. Somewhere in our society, there is a beautiful teacher in her late thirties, who fully accepts the concept of a full education for the young. Isn't that nice?
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CASE HISTORY
Marion
Marion had some sexual experience when she married at the age of twenty. She was also very attractive and had a good figure.
During her pregnancy which produced a son, their only child, Marion began to eat ravenously, with emphasis on candy, and took on weight at a rate that alarmed her doctor.
Even after the child was born, she went on consuming calories at a great rate. Within two years, her weight had increased from the original one-twenty-five, to one-ninety.
At the age of thirty-four, where we pick up her story, she weighed around two hundred pounds. Her complexion was still good, and her face attractive, but there was too much of her, as her husband had been pointing out for years in an effort to have her reduce and change her eating habits.
Whether deliberately or otherwise, he stopped showing any sexual interest in her. They would go for more than a month without sexual intercourse, and it would happen only when she was forced, in desperation, to ask for it. Even then, it was clear that he found little enjoyment in the act, and as a result, so did she.
It would not be accurate to say that she suffered severe anguish, but there was a constant, nagging need to be loved and considered beautiful. From time to time, the need became more intense.
Marion was in one of her intense states one afternoon when her thirteen year old son brought a fourteen-year-old friend named Harry, to the house after school one day.
She had just returned from a shopping trip, and was busily engaged in catching up on her housework so that she was hardly aware of the presence of the boys who had been chased indoors by a sudden shower.
Only gradually did she become aware that Harry kept sneaking glances at her. Fully aware of his interest, she became excited. Although only a boy, he was interested in her body, she saw, and was a male. Excitement flared into a high degree of sexual arousal.
With her back to the boys, she unbuttoned the top button of her dress and managed to bend from time to time in such a way that Harry could see the cleavage of her big breasts which required a forty-two-D bra to contain them.
Before long, sexual arousal took complete control of the woman. When she first thought of seducing the boy, she tried to push the thought from her mind, but without success. The more she caught him peeping at her, the more excited Marion became. Before long, she decided that it was just a matter of getting her son off the scene, and the visitor was hers.
It required only minutes to come up with an idea for a trip into the city that would keep her son away for more than an hour. That, she told herself, should be more than time enough.
Five minutes later, her son was leaving the house, not happily, but leaving anyway. She kept Harry in the house by telling him there was something she wanted him to do for her. Marion saw the humor in her statement since she did want him to do something for her.
"What to you want me to do?" he asked as soon as his friend left.
Smiling at him, Marion caught the hem of her dress and slowly pulled it above the top of her nylon. The thigh that was too big for her husband, was smooth and white above the expanded top of her nylon. She saw Harry blink as he stared in stunned surprise.
"Do you like looking at my legs, Harry?" she asked then.
"Do I ever," he replied with a gasp.
"Then maybe you would like to see both of them." Without waiting for a reply, she reached with her other hand and drew the hem of her dress up so that she displayed both thighs to the boy's fevered stare.
"I saw you looking at me before," she told him in a warm tone. "Do you like the looks of me?"
"Yes," he replied weakly after pausing to gulp. "You mean you don't mind?"
"I don't mind at all, Harry, not if you like the looks of me."
"Oh, I sure do. Your legs are so nice and big and so smooth looking."
"Then come and feel them and find out if they're that smooth or not."
The boy couldn't believe it, but he couldn't resist either. His knees trembling, he walked the few steps to the woman and, bending, put his hands on both thighs and began to rub.
After a little more fondling of her thighs, Harry dropped to his knees and, while continuing to stroke the smooth, warm skin, he looked up. Under her corselette, he could see the narrow crotch band of white nylon panties.
Allowing the skirt of her dress to fall over the head of the boy, Marion hurriedly unfastened it and, reaching for the hem again, pulled the dress over her head and tossed it onto a chair.
"Let's go to the bedroom, honey," she said as the boy stared in wide eyed fascination at the more than generous curves of the woman in the corselette.
The garment was a light weight sheer lycra which caressed all the curves of her body and enhanced them greatly in the boy's eyes. He had often stolen glances at Corselettes on window mannequins and dreamed of how it would be to see a big woman wearing one. Suddenly, his dream had come true and he was following it toward the woman's bedroom.
Marion allowed him to walk behind her as she went up the stairs. The sight was so fascinating that Harry found it difficult to walk. Through the Lycra, he saw the small triangle of her white nylon panties, and above them, just the beginning of the cleavage of her massive buttocks.
As soon as they entered the bedroom, the woman put her arms around Harry and kissed him passionately. As she did, he fondled her bulging buttocks with both hands and breathed roughly with passion.
Shpping a hand down between them, Marion felt his hard penis through his pants and urgently told him to take off all his clothes. The knowledge that he had achieved an erection as a result of looking at her, told Marion that he considered her body beautiful and exciting. It had been many years since her husband had reacted that way, and equally long since she had felt an excitement to match that which the boy produced within her.
To her delighted surprise, the boy began undressing at once and did not even hesitate about taking his shorts off. Pulling him to her again, she caught his stiff penis and pushed it between her thighs as she told him where he would be pushing it in a little while when she too was bare naked.
Her words caused him to tremble as much as did the sight and the feel of her big, exciting body.
Releasing him then, Marion began tugging the corselette down. She was detoured in her task when her massive breasts spilled out and Harry pounced on them with both hands. They were the first bared breasts he had ever seen, and they sent him into the very depths of desire as they bounced, danced, and slapped as he played roughly with them.
"Let me get it off," she panted, "then you can feel me all over."
Releasing his hold on her, he caressed her with his eyes as he moved to stand behind her. It thrilled him even more as she bent from the waist, arching the flaring behind at him.
Her panties were dragged partially down with the garment, and he saw the big cheeks, starkly white and exciting in both size and whiteness. The valley between looked smooth and warm. He wanted to pull the white hills apart and stare into it, but he was content to rub her buttocks while she pulled the corselette down her legs, dragging her nylons down with it.
And then they were embracing, their nude bodies rubbing hotly, desire burning strongly in both of them.
Seeing that the boy was fascinated by her buttocks, she lay prostrate on the bed while he threw himself onto the bed beside her and busied his hands with the fleshy, silken pillows.
When that wasn't enough, he rubbed his face all over the soft hills for a little while, then began kissing them as his hands drew them apart.
Harry didn't know what he expected to see, but he was amazed to see that her anus was pink. He couldn't resist poking a finger into it. It delighted him to see how the woman wriggled then.
He did it for a long time, then he began turning her over. She knew what he wanted to see next, and raised up as she bent her knees and drew her legs up. Her thighs were alabaster pillars and at the base of the vee, Harry saw what he had only heard about in the past.
It wasn't as beautiful as he thought it would be, but that did not diminish his pleasure in the least. Not only was he seeing one at last, but he was seeing that of a big, mature woman who wanted him not just to see it, but to do everything to it, things for which he had expected he would have to wait anxiously for years.
She told him where she wanted him to kiss her, and went on to make it clear that she wanted more than just kissing, she described cunnilingus and told him how much she loved it and how strongly it would make her climax.
The boy knew nothing about female orgasm, and expected that it would be the same as male ejaculation. He wasn't too enthusiastic about that, but he couldn't refuse either. She had promised much and he would not endanger all that by refusing her anything.
With a little guidance from the woman, he got his face into her crotch and was delighted at how wonderful it felt when she rubbed his face with her warm smooth thighs as she told him to get started.
The soft lips felt warm under his mouth and there was not the unpleasant taste he had feared. It required a bit of time to find her clitoris, but when he did, he licked it well and caused her big behind to bounce up and down on the bed as she heaved and panted in lust fully aroused.
As he caught onto the exciting new game, he discovered that he was still free to rub portions of her big body with both hands. It added still additional spice to the lovely game.
And then Marion was coming with her legs straight up in the air, her soft thighs caressing his face, smothering him, but doing it so beautifully.
As if from a great distance, he heard her cries of glad completion as she raised her hips right off the bed and took him for a ride.
Her orgasm went on much longer than he expected, and then her thighs fell apart and she released him with a sigh and a hot smile of pleasure and perfect content. It had been years since she had experienced a climax to compare with the one he had just given her.
"Oh Harry, darling," she sighed as she drew him up to he on her body, "you're better than any man I've ever gone to bed with. You were just great."
Delighted with her praise of his manhood, he resumed fondling and rubbing her breasts, watching as the big pink nipples turned hard between his fingers and grew so long that they startled him.
Noticing his surprise, she explained how a woman's nipples and clitoris are like the male penis so that they grow and harden when aroused.
But that was only another step in his sex education. The next one came when she parted her thighs again, and, after taking his penis into her mouth for a few seconds, she told him to push it into her vagina.
Trembling violently, he fumbled in her warm crotch until he felt the head of his penis pushing into the hot moisture of her vagina. It felt even better than he had dreamed it would, and he hurriedly pushed until he rubbed her crotch and knew that he was in all the way.
Marion sighed deeply and told him how wonderful it was to have a man lying naked on her naked body with his penis all the way inside her.
As he drew back for the first stroke, he went too far and heard a groan of disappointment as his penis slipped out. Quickly, he slipped it in again, marveling at how wet it had become all over, then resumed stroking.
He went into a brisk shower of hard, fast strokes, but after a dozen or so, his penis slipped out again. While he was still trying to get it back in, he began ejaculating as he groaned in bitter disappointment and shame at having made such a mess of the job.
The first few spurts shot up over her big belly, but he aimed down then and fired the rest against her vulva and the lower slopes of her buttocks.
Marion moved so quickly that the last of his charge was still spurting weakly when she sat up and pulled him across her big thighs. Holding him with her left arm, she began to spank his buttocks.
She spanked fast and hard so that he was soon crying loudly, red buttocks heaving and bouncing, but not able to avoid the slapping palm.
After a long spanking, she took him into her ams and comforted him as she apologized for having spanked him so soundly. In a little while, she told him that he would come back to the house the following afternoon and that it would work better for him then.
Before he left the house, she advised him to masturbate before going to bed that night so that his pressure would be lower the following day.
When the boy returned, her son again having been sent on an errand, they went into her bedroom and quickly undressed. Marion told him how exciting it had been to spank him, then took him over her lap and gave him another spanking. It was not as long or as hard a spanking as the previous one, but before she finished, he was sobbing and crying lightly. Later, when she caressed and kissed his brightly colored buttocks, he decided it had not been that bad at all and that he wouldn't mind being spanked every time he came to the bedroom with the woman. He told her so and she beamed.
After they had played for about a half hour, Harry offered to perform cunnilingus, an offer which Marion was quick to accept. Once again, Harry brought on a very strong, enjoyable orgasm for her.
They went on then to play a little more before they got into position for sexual intercourse. She reassured him and told him not to be nervous, and he performed very well, lasting so long that when he ejaculated, the woman enjoyed yet another orgasm.
As their relationship progressed, Harry developed a liking for the rear approach to sexual intercourse while kneeling against her buttocks as she knelt on all fours, with her knees wide apart.
One day, as they were assuming the position, Marion, on an impulse asked him to put his penis into her anus and do it that way. Both found it quite enjoyable and the boy enjoyed a very strong climax. They enjoyed anal intercourse from time to time after that to add variety to their routine.
In time, Marion's son became suspicious. Just a little investigation told him that something was wrong. Each time his mother sent him on an errand, Harry, he discovered, came into the house and went upstairs with his mother. After a few days of wrestling with the problem, the boy told his father.
The next time Harry visited, Marion's husband walked in and found woman and boy romping in the nude on the bed. The irate husband slapped his wife around considerably, then told her he was divorcing her and taking his son away from her.
Under the threat of having her offense reported to the police and being exposed to the world, Marion accepted and allowed him to go through with a divorce on the grounds of adultery with an unknown male.
Marion left the city, took a job, and set out to make a new life for herself. Soon she was seducing boys again, and it was not long before she was arrested.
Instead of going to jail, she went into a mental hospital for treatment. She is stiU under treatment as an out-patient, and, among other things, she is reducing faithfully and now is down to a relatively svelte one-forty and still making progress.
* * *
Although weight was a peculiar factor in Marion's case, her motivation was a common one. Having been rejected by a man, she found herself beautiful in the eyes of an innocent boy and turned to him for acceptance.
It is perhaps the most common motivation in the case of women who seduce boys. We have seen it often in the past, and will find it over and over again in the future since it is, although socially unacceptable, completely logical under the circumstances.
The innocent become victims, but in doing so, they are not always hurt, as we have seen.
This was one such case. Harry went on to develop a well adjusted outlook with, perhaps, a little more than usual emphasis on sex.
He is married to a bigger than average woman, and loves her so well that she is not even tempted to diet.
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CASE HISTORY
Lena and Betty
Lena and Betty belonged to that gray but wide open world of Bisexuals. They lived together in a well furnished apartment and frequently made lesbian love, but there was no emotional involvement between them.
It was simply a shared cost way of living that offered a pleasant bed companion when the mood was on either or both. At other times, one or both would bring a man home to the two-bedroom apartment for the night.
Lena, at twenty-three had been practicing part time lesbianism since the age of sixteen. Betty, who worked with her, was introduced to lesbianism by her friend a year earlier when she was twenty-one. Both were considered beautiful, fun loving young women and were extremely popular.
One evening, while lying in bed with a man she had known casually for a few months, she and her man were laughing as they listened to the sounds of unabashed love making by Lena and her man in the next bedroom.
The shouted words and the cries of ecstasy told them that the man had just brought Lena to climax by means of cunnilingus, something both the women enjoyed immensely.
Betty asked the man under what circumstances he had first performed cunnilingus. To her amazement, he told her he had been twelve years old at the time and hed been seduced by a neighbor in her late thirties.
As she probed for details, he recalled the event with amazing clarity and brought her to such a peak of excitement, that since he was unable to have sexual intercourse with her at the moment, he brought her to climax by digital masturbation as he recounted the story of his seduction. , The following evening, when they were alone in the apartment, sitting on a couch wearing bra and panties as they sipped drinks, Betty told her friend what the man had told her.
To her delight, Betty saw that her friend was as excited by the story as she had been. For much of the evening, they talked about what fun it would be to get a boy or two into the apartment for purposes of seduction.
Before they went to bed to make violent love to each other, they agreed that they would get a boy as soon as possible and seduce him together.
While they were still wondering how to go about finding a boy for their purpose, the paper boy arrived one Saturday afternoon to collect.
He was a pleasant, thirteen-year-old boy named Tommy. They looked at each other and expressed silent agreement that he was the one. Lena, the more confident of the two, took the offensive.
After she had paid and tipped the boy, she asked if he could come to the apartment when he finished collecting, to do a little job for them.
Seeing an opportunity to make a little more money, the boy assured them that he would be back in an hour. When he left, they hurried into a bedroom and began undressing. As they stripped and showered, they discussed what they would do and tried to guess how he would react when they set out to seduce him.
By the time the boy arrived, they were showered, well perfumed, and dressed in their most exotic lingerie. Lena wore black, while Betty decided pink would be nice. Both wore long, dark, sheer nylons and garter belts as well as high heeled black pumps.
Over their lingerie, they wore white nylon negligees.
When the boy returned, Lean admitted him, watched his eyes pop at the sight of her, and expressed surprise that an hour had passed so quickly.
"We didn't even have time to get dressed," she said in a tone of apology. "I hope you don't mind, Tommy."
The boy found speaking a little difficult, since she was standing, her feet well apart, in front of an undraped window so that the negligee seemed to melt away, but he assured her that he didn't mind at all.
Betty walked into the room then, and the boy was in danger of becoming permanently cross-eyed as he tried to sneak glances at both beautiful women at the same time.
When he asked about the work they wanted him to do, Lena insisted that he have a soft drink first. While he sipped it, his eyes continuing to move from one to the other, the women poured drinks for themselves, stronger ones, in keeping with the mood of the moment.
After a little while, Lean took the boy away and showed him a number of suitcases in one closet that were to be moved to a closet in another room.
It was a simple task that was over in just a few minutes. When the boy returned to the room, the women were prepared to put their plan into action. The stereo was turned up high as a part of their plan.
Excusing herself, Betty left the room and returned a few minutes later looking quite angry. In a suitable angry tone, she asked Lena where her blue suitcase was and was told that it had been moved to the other closet.
"That does it, Lena," she announced, her fists clenched in an impressive display of temper. "I've warned you before about taking my things, now I'm going to punish you. It seems that spanking is the only thing you understand."
Out of the corner of her eye, Betty saw the look of amazement on the boy's face. With it, there was a definite gleam of excitement.
"Don't be shocked, Tommy," she told him with a little smile. "We have house rules here and the one who breaks one of them gets a spanking on her bare ass. Do you mind waiting for your money while I look after this naughty girl?"
"N ... no," he gulped. "Do you want me to wait outside?"
"No, Tommy. It will do this naughty girl good to have someone watching while she gets it. Just stay where you are and listen to the fuss she makes when I spank her on the bare ass."
For a few minutes, the two women played out their little drama, then, sobbing prettily, Lena removed her negligee and posed beautifully as she implored her friend once more not to take her panties down and spank her in the presence of the young paper boy.
Sitting on an armless chair opposite the boy, Betty pulled her negligee open to display her thighs and panties and called Lena to her. A good actress, Lena's eyes were wet with tears as she moved to stand beside the chair where Betty sat waiting.
Calmly, Betty reached up and caught the waistband of the sheer black panties with both hands. She pulled them down very slowly until they were almost to the tops of Lena's nylons.
With the same deliberation, she helped her friend to he over her thighs so that her posterior was aimed right at the boy. Later, she knew, when Lena began to kick her long legs, she was going to show him more than just her buttocks and thighs.
"Have you ever seen a woman being spanked on the bare ass?" Betty asked Tommy with an excited smile.
"No."
"I think you may enjoy it, Tommy. I know I'm going to enjoy spanking her. She really turned my poor ass red last night and now I'm going to get even. She does have a nice one, doesn't she?"
"Yeah," he breathed deeply as he said it.
"All right then," Betty said as she gripped Lena's bare waist, "here we go."
She brought her right palm down sharply and the boy saw the satiny cheek jiggle under the force of the spank. It was the first of many, each sharply delivered in a game the women played often when they were alone in the apartment.
Playing her role well, and loving it, Lena sobbed and begged for mercy as she kicked her nylon sheathed legs wildly and begged for a mercy she really didn't want.
A few minutes and many spanks later, Betty paused and called the boy to come to her as she continued to hold the thoroughly spanked woman over her lap, her nether cheeks glowing brightly.
"Take a look, Tommy," she told him, "and tell me if you think she's had enough."
Betty thought his eyes would pop out as he stared at the naked posterior of the woman.
"I ... I guess so," he mumbled. "It sure does look hot to me."
"I'm not so sure," Betty replied as she rubbed one cheek. "Put your hand on her other cheek and see if you think it's hot enough."
Blinking in surprise, he paused for a moment as though rooted, then hurried to place his hand on the warm, silken cheek.
"Wow. You sure made it hot. I'm glad it wasn't me."
"I'm glad it was her, Tommy. She does have a pretty ass, doesn't she?"
"She sure has," he replied eagerly, his eyes trying to peer under her, between her thighs which were opened as much as her panties would permit.
"I have a nice one too, Tommy," Betty told him as she helped the sobbing Lena to her feet without raising her panties for her.
Standing, she turned her back to the boy and pulled her negligee away from her so that he could stare at her delightfully filled pink panties. "Do you like it?"
"Holy mackerel," he panted, sweating profusely, 'I'll say I do."
"Have you seen many prettier ones?"
"I never saw any, not before today," he assured her.
"What a shame, Tommy. Do you like looking at women's bare bums?"
He expressed eager enthusiasm, and Betty added to his thrill by removing her negligee and fondling the cups of her nicely filled bra.
"You know something, Tommy?" she asked as she turned her back to him and bent a little from the waist. "If you were to pull my panties down, you could see my bare ass. Because you are such a nice boy, I wouldn't mind if you felt it a little."
"Do you mean it?"
"Sure Tommy. I love it when a man thinks I'm pretty and wants to see and touch me."
She felt his hands tremble as he pulled her panties well down her thighs, then brought his hands back to rub both cheeks excitedly and excitingly.
For a couple of minutes, the women exchanged passionate glances while the boy went on fondling her buttocks, then Betty decided it was time to take him a step further.
"If you were to put your hand between my legs and feel me there, Tommy," she told him, "you might find something you like."
She heard a little grunt from the boy, then felt his hand moving into her crotch. She shivered as it pressed against her warm vulva then began rubbing
After a minute, she took his hand away, pulled her panties up and suggested they all go to the bedroom for a bit of fun, as she called it.
Aroused as he was, Tommy's nervousness began to fade and he was only a little shy about undressing until he was naked and they saw his erect little penis throbbing with a new excitement.
After he had removed their bras and panties, and had mouthed their breasts while fondling their bodies, Betty told him of their many sexual activities with men and how most of their friends liked to perform cunnilingus on them.
To show him how it was done, they turned end to end on the bed and gave him a demonstration of mutual cunnilingus to orgasm.
After they had finished, they allowed him to play with them a little more as one lay on each side of him, then Lena told him that they were going to let him perform cunnilingus on one and have sexual intercourse with the other.
The boy was ecstatic as Lena helped him into position kneeling close to the bed while Betty lay across it so that her crotch was right at the edge of the bed, inches from his face.
After Lena had explained about the clitoris and how it was stimulated by the tongue, he pressed his face into the warm silk of her crotch and began to lap her in the way he had been told. He worked well and Betty climaxed quickly and very strongly.
As soon as she had recovered from her orgasm, Betty moved so Lean could he on the bed. When she opened her legs, her knees bent up, Betty used her fingers to part the lips of her vulva and showed the boy the interior of her vagina. She guided him into position atop her friend, and in a moment, he was slipping his erect penis into the moist warmth of Lena's vagina.
When he had effected entry into her body, Betty guided the boy's face to one of Lena's big breasts so that he could suck while he carried out sexual intercourse on the woman.
Betty found it so exciting, that while she watched, she stood with her feet wide apart and masturbated with a long finger.
It was the first of many seductions carried out by the two women. They pick up boys now as a matter of course, take them to their apartment and seduce them either one at a time or in pairs.
They bought a Polaroid camera and take pictures of various sexual acts with their boys, and have amassed an impressive collection of highly erotic pictures which I have seen.
No boy is permitted a return visit, since to them, the joy of the game is seducing a boy for the first time. After that, he does not interest either of them.
Lena and Betty are now in their early thirties, and their photo album is a thick one. They have never been in trouble with the law, have never married, and seem determined to live a life of sexual pleasure with each other, with men, and with boys.
* * *
And there we have it, more women who seduce boys. As in previous works on the subject, we see that individuals change, circumstances change, but motivation varies little since what we are studying is, essentially, human behavior, an area where change is more apparent than real.
A friend once asked about the fact that in the case histories used in these studies, none of the boys seems to resist seduction by women. In the event that others may ask the same question, allow me to answer it at this point.
When I was in my early teens, I heard other boys tell of how they had been seduced by a maid, a neighbor, what have you. How I longed to have some mature woman incite me into her boudoir to remove her clothing and introduce me to the wondrous world of sex.
Any woman who would have made such an offer would have found me a most willing victim indeed. This is, I submit, typical of boys in general.
Having seen woman clothed, the boy knows she is different. She has breasts, bigger buttocks, and generally, smoother skin and less body hair. He has been told that she has, rather than a penis, a hole into which the penis is fitted for sexual intercourse. He wants to see, to touch, to experience.
To that point, his sexual experience has been limited to masturbation and, with luck, perhaps voyeurism in the simple sense of peeping through a keyhole or a window while a female undressed or bathed.
How much more thrilling it must be, he reasons, to see and touch the body of a naked woman, and to experience full ejaculation with his penis inserted into her body in that mysterious region between her smooth, hairless legs.
When the offer comes, the average boy greets it with great delight. In fact, I would wonder about the boy who is offered this gift and reacts in any other way.
But while it is a simple matter to understand the boys who become not just willing, but eager victims, it is a much more difficult task, as we have seen, to classify the women who seduce them.
In the case histories we have read in this book, as in previous ones, we have seen the various factors involved in the seduction of boys. They have involved rejection, boredom, sexual hunger, accident, and a desire for fun.
In every case, there has been the factor of opportunity. Had opportunity not presented itself, then in most cases the seduction would not have taken place. The woman would not have gone out looking for a boy to seduce.
In the final case history, that of Lena and Betty, we saw two women searching out boys to seduce, but this is not the usual pattern, at least not when a woman does it for the first time.
In attempting to find a common link between all these women, we are left, as is so often the case when studying human behavioral patterns, with the fink that all are human beings.
Beyond this point, one proceeds through a darkened jungle in an atmosphere where the sun produces heat, but little light.
Peace, my friends, and all the happiness you deserve.
