Except for the different flags which fly over these two countries, there are no basic differences in the peoples and no reason why they should not be considered together in this work.
Already, I can hear the wails of protest and anger, but I have travelled enough in both countries to state that I make here, a correct assertion.
Some may point to Canada's English heritage, but that is only common to the American one which was severed by the Declaration of Independence.
Others will point to the essentially French province of Quebec, but I shall point out that Louisiana too has a large French population and that many of them arrived there as a result of the expulsion of the Acadians from what is now Nova Scotia in 1755.
It is enough, then, to say that for purposes of this study, the famous undefended border does not exist and that the woman in Toronto is much the same as her counterpart in Toledo.
To prove my point, the first case history we shall look at in this chapter took place in one of the above mentioned cities. I consider it extremely doubtful that the reader will be able to ascertain which city it was.
CASE HISTORY
Mary age 32
Can a lesbian be "cured"? It is an often asked question. Since it implies that a sickness is involved, I am more inclined, when asked, to discuss the question and the view of the questioner than I am to provide an answer.
The question could be rephrased to ask whether a practicing lesbian can reject that way of life and live a happy life as a heterosexual. But even then there is no simple answer since it depends on human nature, human behavior, environment and often fate, circumstance or what have you.
We shall see the role fate played in Mary's case.
Born of middle class parents, Mary was a beautiful and intelligent child. She was popular with both boys and girls and dated from the age of sixteen.
She parted with her virginity at the age of seventeen to a young man two years older than she. It was not a pleasant experience, but she tried again with another young man and the result was much the same.
After the second affair, she was discussing it with a friend in her room at the sorority house. The friend drew her out with a series of probing questions, began to hint to the effect that women understood women better and were better lovers for it.
As the conversation went on, the friend moved from hints to more direct statements and it was not long before the pair were locked in a naked embrace on the bed.
With the other girl leading the way, they fondled each other, kissed breasts and other erogenous areas, then moved on to digital masturbation of each other and finally, they arrived at cunnilingus with Mary having it performed on her.
She experienced the first climax of her life and it was thrilling beyond anything she had ever known. The following evening, they met again and went through the same process.
This time, knowing what to expect, Mary enjoyed it even more and climaxed three times before the evening was over. She also performed cunnilingus on her friend and found it to be most enjoyable, almost as satisfying as having it done to her.
Their affair continued through the remainder of the term and during this time Mary did not date males. She continued her lesbian activities all through university. From time to time she worried about her future as a lesbian in a heterosexual oriented society, but was content to move from one affair to another while ignoring males.
On graduation, she went to a psychiatrist to discuss her situation. He did not, of course, condemn, but he did point out the difficulties she would be prepared to face as a lesbian and suggested she reevaluate her outlook by having an affair with an older, more experienced male who could be a better lover and provide greater enjoyment.
As beautiful as she was, that posed no problem. On her first job, she met a married man in his late thirties who demonstrated a definite interest in taking her to bed. She stalled for a little while since she did not want to appear too anxious, then capitulated.
To her surprise, he was as good a lover as any woman she had known and after much foreplay, they indulged in sexual intercourse which was quite enjoyable and brought her to completion.
Just to be sure, she continued the affair with him for a few weeks during which he performed cunnilingus on her and she agreed to bring him to climax through fellatio. She did not mind it at all, but did draw the line when he suggested anal intercourse.
Having discovered the joy of sexual intercourse, Mary did not want to return to the complications of lesbianism. She made the mistake of seeking marriage as a guarantee against that.
I say mistake because when marriage is used as a cure for anything or a guarantee against anything, it cannot work.
The man she selected was an up and coming salesman with a major office equipment firm. He was three years older than Mary and, before marriage, she enjoyed a sexual affair with him to ensure that they were sexually amenable. They were.
She recalls that the first three or four years of the marriage were good and they enjoyed sexual intercourse and cunnilingus frequently although he seemed shocked at her offer to perform fellatio.
They had two healthy children and a nice home in a good suburb. For a woman who had been tempted to go through her life as a lesbian, it was, all things considered, an excellent state for her.
And then, as so often happens, her husband gradually turned his interest from marriage to his job. He became sales manager for a large region and set his sights on the top of the ladder.
He travelled much, worked late and was usually too tired to enjoy the physical love his wife offered. As his appetite waned, Mary's waxed. This, of course, is not uncommon. Mary hungered for more and tried harder, but she could not change him.
As time passed, she thought of divorcing him, but turned that down since she felt she should keep the marriage together for the sake of the children. (Mary seemed to make all the classic mistakes.)
In time, she turned to having an affair with another man whom she and her husband knew vaguely through business. He was good in bed, but while he satisfied her vagina, the effect on her mind was opposite. She felt it was terribly wrong for a married woman and a mother to be unfaithful to her husband no matter what.
She broke off the affair and promised herself she would not do it again. At thirty-two, (her husband was away on a business trip on the day of her birthday but wired her two dozen roses) Mary stood naked before a mirror taking inventory of herself.
She was regarded as a sophisticated beauty, a natural blonde with a beautiful body. But that was all. Her beauty would fade, she knew, her firm body would lose much of its beauty, yet there seemed no hope of obtaining further sexual satisfaction in spite of all that.
Her friend Adele, twenty-five years old and the mother of a small child, came to visit her. Adele knew it was her birthday and her husband, like Mary's, was on an out of the city trip for a couple of days.
They had a few drinks and chatted and it was not long before both were admitting their dissatisfaction with life in general and marriage in particular.
Hurt by the absence of her husband on her birthday, in addition to the hunger for sexual fulfillment she had borne for years, Mary began to talk much more freely and candidly than usual.
She was only a little surprised to hear herself tell her friend that she had been happier during her college days when she made love with other women.
Adele was shocked, but soon recovered and began to talk of her interest in reading about lesbianism. Her interest triggered something inside Mary who knew at that moment that she was going to seduce her friend.
Adele asked only a few questions before Mary launched her planned seduction. She spoke in glowing terms of the wonderful sensitivity of women and the sweet sensations they could arouse in each other.
Adele's interest grew and Mary saw compassion mounting. It thrilled her and gave her all the confidence she needed when she sensed that Adele was hers for the taking.
In just a little while, Mary had slipped an arm around the younger woman's waist and their conversation continued in passionate whispers as she drew the woman closer and closer until they were actually embracing.
For just a moment, Adele froze as Mary kissed her mouth passionately, but she responded then and before the kiss came to an end, Mary had one hand under the woman's dress and slip and was fondling her thigh.
From that point, the seduction required only minutes and they were kissing each other as each removed the other's clothes with the more experienced Mary leading the way.
Adele went wild at the sight of Mary's lovely body, nude except for garter belt and nylons. As for Mary, she too was delighted with the beauty of the younger, dark haired woman who so reminded her of one of her sorority sisters with whom she had enjoyed a wonderful affair.
Their kisses became more passionate as their naked bodies rubbed and pressed while they writhed on the couch. Mary held the younger woman tenderly as she taught her the joys of being kissed on the breasts and having nipples sucked and tongue lashed by another woman.
Learning fast and loving every moment of it, Adele was soon reciprocating and thrilling at the feel of a breast in her mouth with the sensitive nipples enlarging and growing firm.
With the abandoned joy of two children, they thrilled as each showed the other her vulva and their ringers probed. It was not long before both were making whispered admissions that what they were doing was more exciting and enjoyable than anything they had experienced with their husbands in a very long time.
Telling Adele to get ready for the biggest thrill of her life, Mary stretched her friend out on the couch and, in the parlance of lesbianism, went down on her.
All the thrill of the old days returned at once as Mary felt and heard her friend sighing and writhing under her first experience of cunnilingus. She continued until the woman screamed as she climaxed.
"My husband has never made me feel like that," Adele panted in a little while when she recovered her breath.
"No man can, damn it," Mary replied. "Man thinks the penis is everything and knows nothing about how women feel and what they need."
After a little more conversation, Adele offered to do what Mary had done for her and found a very warm reception. Seconds later, the positions were reversed and Mary was in a state of wild arousal as she waited for her first climax in months while the mouth of the woman remained fastened to her in cunnilingus.
When she did climax, it was better than anything Mary had known in years. It was a climax which seemed to involve her entire body.
It was the beginning of a long and lovely affair for the two women. Because it is fashionable to visit during the day in suburbia, they visited each other often and enjoyed the delights their husbands could not provide.
In time, Mary began to be bothered by the thought of having returned to lesbianism. She went to a psychiatrist and told him her story.
She kept three appointments with him, then, deciding that what she wanted most from life was happiness, she cancelled her remaining appointments.
Her reasoning was simple. As a normal human being, she was entitled to a degree of happiness and sexual satisfaction. For years, she had given her husband the opportunity to provide that for her, but when he proved unable or unwilling to produce it, she was entitled to turn to another woman who could give her all the things she needed.
To the best of my knowledge, Mary and Adele are still lesbian lovers. While they make each other happy with lesbian love, their respective husbands continue to woo the bitch goddess of success in their drive to get to the top of the business ladder.
I feel no regret for any of them in this case. Two men who find what they want in the business world, have what they want. Whether or not they make it to the top is unimportant. To men of this type, all that matters is that they keep going until the ulcers or the coronary get them. To paraphrase a classic ad, getting there is all the fun.
Meanwhile, back at the home, two wives who had all but given up the struggle, have found happiness and sexual contentment.
Theirs is a case I cite when people approach me with comments about dirty lesbians, perversion and all that.
What is life all about anyway? To the person who is devoutly religious and sees it as a period of suffering and rejection of pleasure in order to obtain an eternity of heaven, that is what life is.
But there are others, myself included, who cannot accept such a philosophy. Just as I will not tell the Christian he is wrong, I resent any attempt on his part to tell me that I am wrong or, for that matter, that Mary and Adele are.
In their own way, they have found happiness. In my view, once that has been achieved, there is little more that the normal human being can hope to achieve.
Given a world filled with happy people, our streets, parks and subways would be safe at night. There would be no need for the bomb, no racial riots.
Heaven may be all very well for the heaven bound and those whose profession is to lead them there, but I am much more concerned with people who live life in their own way and permit others to do the same without let or hindrance.
To use the words of those on the other side of the argument, "God bless you Mary and Adele, wherever you are."
And that applies whether the locale is Toledo or Toronto.
CASE HISTORY
Jenny age 40
Jenny was a successful professional woman (in the better sense of the word) who operated a marriage counselling service. She was also a practicing lesbian.
Strange? Jenny felt it was just the opposite. She did not, like many lesbians, hate men, she merely preferred that her love life involve only women. In this way, she felt, it was possible for her to be more objective in dealing with male-female relationships.
I am not prepared to evaluate the wisdom of her reasoning since it is not germane to this study. I would merely make the point that if we knew about the background and private life of all professionals, we would soon see that Jenny was not alone in her failure to measure up to what society deems normal.
She had experienced sexual intercourse with males until the age of nineteen and had never found it very enjoyable and had never experienced climax.
At that age, she was seduced by an older woman. Jenny enjoyed her first climax while the woman performed cunnilingus on her and her life changed as of that moment. This would indicate that the degree of latent homosexuality in her was high, and a study of her family background indicates this to be the case.
At any rate, after the first experience, Jenny stayed in the woman's apartment for the remainder of the evening and the night and, she reports, never once did they wear clothes as they spent almost the entire time with the woman leading her along the various exciting paths of lesbianism.
Before long, Jenny was fully adept in the arts of love and sexual activity between woman and woman. Their affair lasted almost two years until, to Jenny's great shock, the woman ended it by marrying an older and wealthy man.
Alone, Jenny looked for a new partner, but she gave no thought to a male. Men had never provided her with sexual joy or physical content, her one woman lover had given her everything.
Between then and the age of forty where we pick up her story, Jenny had enjoyed a number of affairs which ranged from one night stands with women she met in gay bars to one affair which lasted for six years.
At forty, with an affair having ended, Jenny knew that it was going to be much more difficult to rind a beautiful young partner than it would have been when she was twenty-five.
At the same time, her secretary was leaving to marry and Jenny merely put the two situations together. She was in desperate need of a beautiful young partner for her bed and an efficient secretary-receptionist for her office.
She placed a carefully worded display ad in the help wanted column of one of the local papers and, to ensure a maximum number of applicants, indicated that a very high salary was being offered. She stipulated that the applicant be single.
There was a flood of applicants and Jenny began the long and complicated process of weeding them out. All were given the appointments between five and seven p.m., which left Jenny free to conduct her practice as usual.
In the first interviews, she weeded out the unattractive and those wearing engagement rings. Of those who passed the first hurdle, she asked many questions about dating habits, career and marriage plans. She also stated the salary she was offering and in each case, the applicant was astounded since it was about double that normally paid to a secretary.
Of the total number of applicants, five were selected for a second interview. Of them, the most exciting and most beautiful was a young woman of twenty-one named Verna.
Verna had less business experience than the others and showed amazement at being called back for a second interview. Jenny spotted the girl's reaction and sensed that she would do anything to get the job.
Further questioning elicited the information that Verna had borrowed money for an abortion and was having difficulty paying it back out of her small salary.
Jenny probed more deeply and found that it was a classic case where the young man professed undying love until the word came that she was pregnant. As so often happens, love took a hurried exit and she was left alone, disillusioned and well on the path to motherhood.
With the aid of a friend, she arranged for the abortion which went off without complications, other than financial.
Disillusionment remained with the young woman, to the extent that she had not dated since then although she told Jenny that she probably would again after she got over it.
Jenny saw that she had all the material she needed to work with and that if she played it well, the girl would not go back to dating men for a long time to come.
She impressed on the girl that the one drawback in her case, was a lack of maturity. Pointing out that she would be involved in intimate reports of sexual affairs between husbands and wives as well as outsiders, she began to diminish Verna's hopes.
Desperate for the job, Verna insisted that she knew quite a bit about sex and that nothing she heard, read or typed would upset her.
For a little while, Jenny remained adamant while Verna's hopes continued to sag. Waiting until she saw that the young woman was almost in tears, Jenny made her play.
"Perhaps I am being unfair, Verna, in judging you on age and experience alone. I'll give you a few tests for sexual and emotional maturity. If you can pass them, you have the job."
At once, the young woman's eyes brightened and Jenny saw her trembling with excitement. It was just what she wanted to see and she knew she had timed things well.
"Very well, Verna," Jenny said warmly as she sat on the corner of her desk with her dress drawn back so that a nice expanse of nyloned thigh was displayed, "let me see you take off your dress and slip."
Verna blinked in amazement and for a moment, she seemed to freeze. Then, looking into the almost smiling face of the older woman, she began unfastening her dress. Seconds later, Verna stood in bra and panties which, although not expensive or well designed, displayed a lovely young body which Jenny admired boldly.
The next command was that Verna remove her bra and panties. Having gone that far, she hardly paused at all before removing her bra to bare a beautiful pair of firm breasts which dangled fully as she bent to slip her pink nylon panties down so that they fell to her feet and she stepped out of them with more poise than she thought she had under the circumstances.
"Now then, Verna," Jenny said with a smile as she slid from the desk and began unbuttoning her dress, "just to show that I am fair, I shall remove my clothes too."
While the girl watched nervously, Jenny undressed until she wore only a waist pinching garment known as a merry widow from which suspenders held her nylons snugly around thighs which were surprisingly firm. Her breasts too were quite good for a woman of her age and Verna saw that she worked hard at keeping her body in good shape.
Taking the younger woman's hand, Jenny led her to a couch across the room from the desk. Sitting, she indicated that Verna too should sit.
"Have you ever been with a naked woman before?" Jenny asked warmly.
"Well," there was more than a trace of nervousness as Verna replied, "I share a room with another girl and there are times when we dress or undress at the same time."
"Do you ever do more than just look? I mean are there little playful touches from time to time?"
"Oh no, nothing like that."
"Didn't you ever do anything like that with a girl? Perhaps when you were younger?"
"Not really," Verna replied. "Once when I was about fourteen I was at a summer camp and another girl and I pulled the tops of our bathing suits down and compared. You know, we touched each other."
"I would guess that even at fourteen," Jenny smiled more openly, "you had a nice pair. They are beauties now."
Verna blushed and Jenny was barely able to resist the urge to take the beautiful mounds in her hands and arouse the well formed pink tips.
"I have done much more than that, Verna. An intelligent, sophisticated woman doesn't need a man to make her feel good."
"I... I guess I know something about it," Verna replied in a shaking voice, "but I've never tried it."
Without a word, Jenny slid an arm around the naked waist. Breathing deeply, she drew Verna a little closer to her.
"Is there really...? I mean... Are you really going to hire me?" Verna asked in desperation.
"Yes, dear," Jenny drew the girl closer, "there really is a job at the salary I told you. You may begin work on Monday morning."
Verna was not able to say anything, but her eyes glistened with excitement.
"I must tell you, Verna, that I am a strict employer. The first time you do something wrong, I'll not fire you. Rather, I shall have you undress, take you over my lap and spank your bare bum. Will you accept such punishment?"
"Yes," Verna managed after a brief pause.
"Lie over my lap now, dear, and I'll give you just a small sample of how I spank."
Verna made no move to comply, but when Jenny drew the trembling form across her thighs, she did not resist either.
"You have a very beautiful bottom, Verna," Jenny said as she wrapped her left arm around the young woman's waist. "I think I shall enjoy spanking it when you are naughty. I shall give you only two spanks on each cheek as a sample. I must warn you though, that a punishment spanking involves at least twenty-five on each cheek and will cause you to cry."
After patting both firm cheeks, Jenny raised her right hand and slowly applied the promised two spanks to each plump cheek. With each spank, her hand held for a moment feeling the firm flesh of the buttocks jiggle a little under her hand.
Spanking was something she had learned from her first lesbian lover and Jenny had become a devotee.
Verna made little sobbing sounds with each spank, but after the final one, the only sound was her deep breathing as she lay over the thighs of the older woman who patted the warm, spanked mounds lightly and told her again how beautiful they were.
Helping the young woman off her lap, Jenny drew her back onto the couch and directly into a passionate embrace. Her lips parted slightly as she pressed her mouth to Verna's in a passionate kiss.
At first, the younger woman went rigid, then she made a little sobbing sound and her mouth returned the kiss with an eagerness which thrilled Jenny. She knew she had won and it was just a matter of collecting the spoils of victory.
During the second kiss, while they spoke only in sighs, Jenny cupped one of the firm young breasts and trembled just as Verna did. The seduction, she sensed, would be beautiful and easy.
In a moment, Verna reached for one of Jenny's breasts and her hand was gentle and tender as it fondled it. In a little while, they compared breasts and each admired the arousal she saw in the other.
When Jenny bent to take a nipple into her mouth, Verna gave a glad little cry and fed it to her. After Jenny had sucked it a little, they reversed roles and Verna licked her full red lips before closing them around the tip of a breast and beginning to suck.
There was much more fondling then as they whispered short phrases of excitement. In one of them, Verna told how long it had been since anyone had touched her that way and made her feel so excited.
Telling her that she was going to make her feel much better then, Jenny drew the young woman down onto the couch, parted her willing thighs and performed cunnilingus until she climaxed.
A little later, Verna told her how wonderful it had been and that it was the first time anyone had ever done it to her.
"Your lover didn't?" Jenny asked.
"Oh no. He would just play with me for a while, then stick it right in me. I hardly ever came."
"Men are like that, dear," Jenny said with sympathy. "They get aroused and forget that women have needs too."
Taking one of Verna's hands, Jenny carried it to her crotch and the younger woman knew what was wanted. Jenny achieved climax by digital masturbation.
Before the interview ended, it was agreed not only that Verna would come to work on Monday morning, but that she would move into Jenny's apartment on Sunday evening. Jenny undertook to cover all the costs involved.
On Sunday night, they slept together in Jenny's wide bed and there were many whispered words of joy and love as they conducted the varied rituals of Lesbos.
That night, Verna performed cunnilingus for the first time. She did not enjoy it as much as having it performed on her, but she could not bring herself to refuse or to even appear even less than enthusiastic with her wonderful lover and employer.
The two women adapted to each other very quickly. While Jenny preferred to perform cunnilingus rather than receive it very frequently, that was the way they did it. About once a week, Verna would go down on the older woman and take the role of aggressor, but the act was performed on her much more often than that.
In most respects, Jenny was more butch than fem, while Verna was fern all the way. She learned to accept love spankings from Jenny and during each session, they would make a game of it with Jenny being the determined, stern punisher while Verna played the naughty little girl role.
During the spanking, she would cry and plead in a most convincing manner, but the spanking would progress until her buttocks were brightly colored and tingling. Always, while the tingling went on, Jenny would roll the girl onto the bed and bring her to climax by means of cunnilingus.
Like most lesbians, they never employed any form of artificial penis and the closest they came to that was digital masturbation.
A few times, they engaged in mutual cunnilingus to climax, but usually it was a one at a time thing. Jenny taught Verna how to ride, a situation simulating sexual intercourse where the clitoris is rubbed against a portion of the other woman's body until climax is achieved. Both enjoyed it.
They played other games too. A favorite one was to take an afternoon or early evening drive and park along a beach or in a well used park. On these drives, neither wore panties.
There was a purpose to the absence of panties. Parking where there were many persons in the area, they would find a great delight in masturbating each other. Exhibitionism, of course, is not uncommon among lesbians. Rather, it is common among all sexual types in one form or another.
The affair continued for more than three years and ended one day when Verna stepped off a sidewalk without looking and was killed by a taxi.
Jenny, in menopause at the time, was not able to take the shock. She was admitted to a mental hospital where she is still under treatment.
While the prognosis in her case is not good, there is still hope that with continued treatment, both hormonal and psychiatric, recovery can be effected.
One is struck by the element of tragedy in this case, but then again, tragedy is what fife is all about. All things change, all things end, all lives end. We find happiness where we can and we savor it.
Whether or not death is the thief who steals it, it must end. Until then, we concentrate not on dying, but on living. That simple philosophy is surely the essence of mankind. Not enough of us, unfortunately, have grasped it.
CASE HISTORY
Marilyn age 20
The lesbian seducer is not always an older woman, nor is she, of necessity, a hardened lesbian. Marilyn's case demonstrates this quite clearly.
Marilyn first experienced sexual intercourse at the age of fifteen and enjoyed it with a number of males after that. As she recalls, "sometimes it was good, sometimes it wasn't, but it was something to do. All the girls in my crowd did it and the guys just expected it."
Answering questions quite candidly, Marilyn showed no nervousness about my presence or that of my tape recorder. It was much as if she were answering questions about diet or dress preferences.
"Once in a while, a guy would get me hot enough first and last long enough to make me come, but that wasn't the usual thing. It didn't matter all that much though if he took me all the way or not."
Marilyn spent more and more of her time in the area, now common in all larger cities, known as the village. It was the meeting ground of the restless, bored and rebellious young.
She was popular there, because she not only laid it out, but was clean and went along with just about anything the guy wanted. By seventeen, she had practiced fellatio and allowed anal intercourse a few times although, in her words, "That back door bit isn't my bag."
Be that as it may, "her bag" was a varied one and it was not long before an older girl wanted her to try the girl game.
For a little while, Marilyn rejected the overtures, but there came a dull afternoon when she had cut classes and the action in the village was sparse. When the older "chick" repeated the offer, it became "something to do."
Locking up the small store she operated, the older one took Marilyn into the back room where there was a couch. Around them, the walls were plastered with pictures of lesbians in action and Marilyn reported she found them "kind of groovy."
Both stripped naked and the older girl began to make passionate love to her. "It was like way out, man," she reports. "Like this chick came off like a guy, only with a difference. She knew all the places to touch and kiss."
Although our discussion came years after her seduction, her eyes had a dreamy quality about them as she went on with her story.
"Before long, it was better than pot, and I mean like pure Acapulco Gold, the most. I was like singing all over when she draped me down on the sack and went down on me.
"I flipped. At first, she took it real easy, like kissing and grazing real easy. Then she moved right in and she went to work with the craziest tongue. Man, when I went off, it was from all the way like maybe my toenails were going to fall off. No guy had ever done that to me.
"Later, I offered to do the same for her, but she told me she was straight butch. She didn't go the ki-ki route. (In lesbian parlance, ki-ki refers to a woman who swings from role to role, being alternately "butch" and "fem".)
"She told me about this friend of hers who was ki-ki, and that she would really get kicks if she could watch the two of us go at each other, then go down on both of us.
"It seemed like a bunch of kicks, so we set it up for the next night. We met at the store around seven, locked the joint and headed for the sack room. We all stripped and went at it just playing and kissing and all that jazz.
"After a while, this other chick and I went for the sack and, after a bit more warming up, we went down on each other. I was kind of busy at the time, but I could still hear the big butch making noises like she was blowing her mind.
"I blasted off first, but I stayed on the job and the other chick came right behind me. It got like real noisy for a while.
"The butch pulled us apart then and went down on the other girl first. I was glad she did, because right then, I felt like rawsville down under.
"I didn't have long to rest though, because she finished her snack and made the chick groan again, then she was at me like eating was all she lived for.
"We got together plenty after that, and I discovered I was ki-ki. I liked it best when we did it together, but it didn't matter, I could go either way or both at the same time.
"I still sacked out with guys once in a while, like to keep my hand in, and sometimes I got real kicks with a John giving it to me. Usually, I tried to get them to dive me first, just to set me up for the deal, but a lot of them didn't go for the eating bit."
Much of Marilyn's story over the next few years was a continuation of the same routine. One possibly surprising factor is that she continued her schooling and worked just hard enough to make passing grades. She freely admits she could have made the top ten, as she put it, but figured it was for squares.
Completing secretarial school, unlike most of her village friends, she took a nice square job. Her employer was a distributor with a small warehouse operation and an office staff of two girls.
The other one was a twenty-three year old, good looking woman named Jane. Beside her, Marilyn looked rather plain and unattractive although she too had a good figure.
The two got along well and it was not long before Marilyn learned that although Jane was a beauty, she was too shy to date. Their conversations grew more intimate and Marilyn, well schooled by her village friends, sensed that although she hadn't done anything of sexual nature yet, Jane was really most anxious to.
Marilyn had a comfortable room just outside the village and often invited her friend there for the evening if she had nothing else to do. Jane, of course, was always available and loved talking to the younger Marilyn who seemed to know so much and to have done so many things.
During Jane's second visit to the room, Marilyn began to tell her about "making out with chicks." Jane seemed to be both shocked and excited at the same time. She had heard vaguely about lesbianism, but knew nothing more than she had read on the subject and that was not much since her interests were in men, if she could mid the courage to do anything about it.
Making the point that a kiss was a kiss no matter who was involved, Marilyn convinced the woman that she should demonstrate. Jane was nervous and awkward for the first few seconds of the kiss, but when Marilyn's arms tightened and her kiss became more passionate, the woman melted.
It was not necessary for Marilyn to coax for the second kiss, they came together excitedly. Determined then that she would go all the way, Marilyn went on kissing the woman passionately.
While they kissed she was busily unfastening her own clothes and whispering exciting things to Jane. An adept lover, Marilyn was able to strip herself naked while Jane writhed under her on the couch.
Seeing that her friend was nude, Jane became afraid. She would have left then in terror, but Marilyn was strong and so was the lure of her kisses and intimate touches.
Marilyn began undressing her friend then and fondling her body as she did. Although Jane pleaded that she stop, and kept repeating that she didn't want to do wrong things, she did not offer physical resistance. When only her panties remained, she sobbed and pleaded more passionately, but as she did, she raised her hips from the couch and Marilyn stripped her panties down and off.
For a little while, they lay together kissing, their naked bodies rubbing. In time, Jane learned to become a little bolder with her hands as she explored another body for the very first time.
After a little while, Marilyn moved down over Jane's warm, aroused body, kissing as she went until her kisses were being pressed into the woman's pubic hair and knowing hands were moving Jane's thighs apart.
Marilyn planted small wet kisses all over the woman's thighs and crotch, then began cunnilingus. Jane's cries of protest became cries of passion as Marilyn brought her to the first climax of her life.
Stunned by it all, Jane made no protest when they went into the second round of their bout of lesbian lust. Before it ended, Jane had eagerly performed cunnilingus on Marilyn.
Over the next few weeks, they met often at Marilyn's room and explored the many ways of bringing joy and sexual completion to each other. After that, Marilyn began to tire.
Unable to understand why she was tiring of the game she so loved, Marilyn studied every facet of their relationship. At length, she came up with the answer. Seducing the woman, she realized, had been the big thrill and the fact that Jane was older made it even more thrilling.
Once Marilyn accepted this as fact, her course was clear. In order to achieve the heights of passion she had to have, it would be necessary to break off her relationship with Jane and find other, preferably older, women to seduce. With her, she realized, seduction was what mattered.
Taking a couple of afternoons off work, Marilyn found the job she wanted in a big office building and, without notice, moved out of her job and her room the same day leaving Jane only a note saying goodbye.
She took a small apartment on the other side of the city and began her new life. The job paid better and, as Marilyn phrased it, "everything was coming up pansies and pot. Who needs roses?"
When it became known around the office that Marilyn had been a village habituee, she became very popular indeed. Many young women who had wondered about life there without having the courage to even go look at it, begged Marilyn to take them there some time.
If she considered any woman even vaguely potential, she would do so. She took women to many places where she still had friends and, if they showed an interest, would arrange for them to smoke marijuana.
Always, Marilyn worked smoothly and cautiously to the point where she felt her next victim was ready. While from time to time, a woman would reject her advances with horror and loathing, Marilyn was surprised at how many women who had never even thought of lesbianism, allowed her to remove their panties and go all the way.
Some were content to have it a one-time-thing, but others fell madly in love with her and with lesbianism and Marilyn had to shake them off.
To the majority of lesbians, the act is only a part of an overall picture for love and a continuing relationship, but Marilyn never saw it that way. To her, the whole thrill lay in the seduction. After that, the novelty was gone and she had to go in search of someone else to seduce.
As she explains it, "It's the greatest. I get that feeling like I'm God or something when I sense that a chick is ready to be plucked. My panties are already on fire, but I go on toying with her even when I know she's ready.
"I like to do it a bit at a time. You know, a little kiss here, a little pat there, a few hot whispers. Mostly, I like the undressing a little at a time. I like to leave the panties on while I show her how boobs should be played with and sucked.
"I only have to get my hand between her legs and check her panties to know how ready she is, but instead of taking them off right then, I leave them on and play with her until she's ready to blow her mind.
"Mostly, I take her panties off and go down on her first to show her how it's done, but once in a while, I'll change my style for kicks and have her take my panties off and work me over with her hands and mouth.
"Once you get a chick to that stage, it's the easiest thing in the world. Man, when you've got her nipples sticking out hot and hard and have her panties off or yours, there's no way she's going to back off. You could tell her to go out and run around the block in the buff and she'd do it. It's the same way when I spread my legs and give her a good look at my (vulva).
"Sometimes a chick will want to dive it right away. With others, I just have to get a hand behind the head and down she comes.
"They like it even better when I do it to them first. It really grabs a chick, no matter how old she is, the first time she feels a mouth against her (vulva) and a tongue zooming in like a little snake.
"I've heard some of them make real nasty comments about dykes, lesbians and all that. They use all the words like filthy and perverted and all that, but once I got them down to bra and panties, it was game over. I never even have to open their legs for them, they help me get them out of their hot panties and in moments, pow, I got me a face full of hot crotch and a squirming chick saying words like she never said before while she cries for more and more."
Asked what her best one had been, she grinned instantly and I saw her tremble a little at the recollection of it.
"There was this office manager. She was in her late thirties, plain, an old maid and proud of it. Her whole life was wrapped up in the come to Jesus bit. If anyone ever said (sexual intercourse) in front of her, she'd (defecate) in her panties.
"There was nothing beautiful or great about her, just a plain old broad who never came any closer to getting hot panties than listening to some Billy Graham raving about the evils of sin and all that crap, you know.
"When I first thought of getting into her panties, it almost broke me up. After that, it became a kind of challenge. I guess that's why some nuts climb mountains or cross the ocean in a bathtub and all that jazz.
"Anyway, I made up my mind that her panties were going to tumble like a phony gold stock. I began playing up to her and we soon became real palsy. We visited each other a lot and I could tell she liked being friends with a swinger.
"I got real encouraged when I caught her looking at my thighs when I crossed my legs or uncrossed them. I did it a lot after that but didn't let her know I knew.
"I played it out for weeks until I was sure she was all set to be had. She visited my apartment one evening and I kept the conversation going until it got real late. Then, I suggested it was too late for her to go home and that she should sleep at my place. I told her there was only the one bed, but it was big enough for two.
"She grabbed right away, like she was real anxious and wanted me to suggest it. We went into the bedroom still talking it up, and without making anything big of it, I began taking my clothes off.
"She wasn't going to admit it out loud, but I could see her eyes all over me, I could almost feel them on my skin moving like hot hands. I stripped right down to my skin while she still had her bra and panties on. Picking up my hair brush, I turned my back to brush my hair and watched her through the mirror. I could tell she was flipping and her eyes never left my behind and thighs.
"I spent a lot of time brushing my hair and made sure she saw the works by keeping my feet apart and bending so my fanny stuck out and she had a good look between my thighs.
"I saw in the mirror that she was still rooted to the spot. She still had her bra and panties on and I saw that her boobs were heaving. It was a clear case of hot pants.
"I walked to her and she still didn't move. Before she knew what was going on, I had her in my arms and we were kissing like wow. She was as hot as a firecracker and it was only seconds before her belly was rubbing me and her hands were grabbing at my (buttocks) and thighs like she wanted to pull me right into her.
"When I edged her toward the bed, she reached back to unhook her bra. While she did that, I slipped her panties down and looked her over, she was no beauty, but it looked like she was going to be a nice ride.
"We fell into the bed together and I gave her one big boob to suck on. She went at it like a greedy baby and it really got me wound up.
"I twisted around a bit without taking the nipple from her and I got her hands interested in my bum and between my thighs. She sure liked what she found there.
"I just had to have it then, so I told her to go down on me and I opened up wide for her. She looked like a scared kid and for a moment, I was afraid I had pushed too hard too fast. I put my hand behind her head and she came down like gang busters.
"She did it to me like she had been doing it all her life. I went off like a rocket and damn near smothered her the way I squeezed her face with my thighs.
"The old broad was almost crying when I let her up, so I told her to roll over and get some of the same. She was so mixed up by then that I had to spread her legs for her. I went down on her and stayed on the job until I had her yelling words like you wouldn't believe.
"We talked after that and she told me it was the first time with either a guy or a chick. Can you imagine that? I asked her if she wanted some more and she was all for it. Something was bugging her though, and in a little while, I found out what it was. She wanted to spank me.
"I've played the spanky-spanky bit lots, so I told her it was fine by me. She told me then, while she played with my fanny, that she often thought about all the pretty little girls around the office and how great it would be to be allowed to spank them as punishment.
"I just filed that away figuring it could come in real handy some day. I went over her lap and she played mommy as she gave me a honey of a spanking and scolded me for being a bad little girl.
"When the spanking was over, she thanked me and told me how great it was and that I was the first one she had spanked in her whole life. She rubbed my behind and covered both the cheeks with wet, horny kisses. When I had enough, I turned a little, opened my legs to give her a look at my yummy and she went down on me without even being told.
"It was a wild night and we didn't get much sleeping done. After that, the old broad went pussy happy. She just had to have it all the time. A couple of times during lunch when the joint was almost empty, she took me into her private office and had me take my panties off so she could have a snack.
"I had to get her off my back before she wore out my snapper, but I didn't want to blow the job because there was a ton of talent in the place.
"One day, I pointed out one of the chicks to her. This was a kid of about eighteen that I had already sacked up with and liked the game real good. Her dress hugged her cute fanny and she wasn't wearing a girdle or any of that jazz.
"I asked the old babe how she'd like to take the little chick's panties down and give her a spanking then have a hot lunch on her. She flipped, but said she wouldn't dare try it for fear the kid would blow the whistle.
"I broke it to her that I had taken the chickey boo into the sack a few times and that I also tanned her fanny and she dug it. I offered to set up the whole deal for her. My mind was just humming as I fed her the plan.
"I would go out to lunch with the chick, get a couple of drinks into her and bring her back to the office late and looped. "When we got back, she would take us into her office, give us hell and decide to fire us both. I would make with the big plea and beg her to punish us in some way. She would come on with the idea that we go to her apartment where she would spank us both.
"I knew the kid would pee her pants at that idea, but I felt pretty sure that if I agreed to it right away, she would go along. The old broad was scared, but she wanted it and we set it up.
"We pulled it off the next day and it worked like crazy. We both went home with her that evening and, just the way we planned it, I stripped right down to garter belt and nylons. She was giving me hell all the way, then instead of words, she used the palm of her hand and really laid it on good.
"She sent me home then and while I got dressed, the other chick got out of her clothes. Just before I left, I gave the kid a pat on the bum and told her to relax and it wouldn't be so bad.
"The next morning, I found out from the old one that it had been like orgysville and she ate the kid until it was raw. After that, I let the old dame get my panties off a few times, but mostly the kid kept her busy."
Marilyn had many more stories to tell, but what we have already seen is more than enough to illustrate her case. It came to my attention when the police were conducting a raid in search of marijuana.
They rushed into her room and found Marilyn nude on the bed with a naked fourteen year old girl performing cunnilingus on her.
A good lawyer had her remanded for psychiatric examination and I was called in. It was not difficult to report back to the court that she was emotionally disturbed and that, in my view, treatment would be more appropriate than a term in jail which would only send her back to society in search of other victims.
The judge gave her probation on condition that she agree to treatment. She accepted the terms, kept three appointments, then vanished from the scene.
I have no idea where Marilyn is now, but I do know what she is doing.
As Marilyn would phrase it, lesbianism, and especially the seduction of the innocent, is her bag. I see no reason to think that she has changed or ever will change. She likes her life as it is and I am confident that she will go on exploring new avenues of pleasure.
Wrong? Amoral? Sinful? Perverted? I don't know, do you?
Ain't it a gas? I fear Marilyn's seduction has extended to my vocabulary.
CASE HISTORY
Carol age 28
Carol's first bad break came when she was born. She was a negro. There is no law of God or man which justifies this being an unfortunate thing, but, while society remains as it is, it is an unfortunate fact of life.
I digress from this case history for a moment to make an interesting point. I hope the reader will agree with me when I deplore the fact that the negro does not have an equal chance in our society.
But, gentle reader, permit me to ask how you react when a racist makes a nasty comment about negroes. Do you silently deplore it? If so, you are helping maintain the status quo. As long as we give the racist a platform and permit him to spew his vile line,-we are contributing to it and keeping the situation alive.
Next time, try calling him to task especially if there are others around. A few such exposures will not cure a bigot, but they may well cause him to think twice before expressing his bigotry.
Now, let us return to the story of Carol.
Her sexual experience began at the age of twelve when she was raped by two white men. The degree of emotional damage caused by this incident is difficult to measure, but we can be sure it was serious.
In later years, she was exposed to the usual degree of intolerance a Negro can expect. The fact that she was very beautiful did not diminish this, it merely changed the direction of some of it.
While she was denied her rightful place in white society, there were more than a few white men who offered her their conception of special favor. They told her in the crudest terms just what they would like to do to her. A few offered her a dollar or two for the use of her body, but usually it was made clear that she should be flattered at being offered sexual intercourse by a white man.
At the age of sixteen, Carol was stopped on the street by a stunningly beautiful white woman who appeared to be in her mid thirties. Smiling pleasantly, the woman handed the girl her card which stated that she was the proprietor of a model agency in a major city.
Carol's eyes lit up when the woman asked if she had ever considered becoming a model. The thought had never entered Carol's mind, but suddenly, it almost exploded.
She accompanied the woman to her hotel where, in the luxury of her suite, she convinced Carol that she should sign a contract with the agency and become a model.
The woman, whose name was Janet, accompanied Carol to her home, where her parents excitedly approved and signed the contract as well. The following day, Carol was on her way to a new life in the big city. Her skin was still colored, but everything else in her life had changed over-night.
At once, Carol fell in love with the big city and her new life. It was agreed that until she adjusted, she would live in Janet's apartment which included an extra bedroom.
The luxurious appearance of the place almost terrified her. She had never seen anything as beautiful.
But Janet too was interested in beauty, but not the beauty of the apartment or its luxurious furnishings and appointments. She wanted the beautiful, dark skinned girl as a model, but as a confirmed lesbian, she wanted her as a lover.
Janet had made love with many lovely white women, but never with a negress. She was determined to change that situation and did not plan on any lengthy campaign.
It was almost four in the afternoon when they arrived at the apartment and, after pausing for a drink and giving Carol a glass of wine, Janet suggested that they should bathe or shower after the long air trip.
"Besides, my dear," she said with a little grin. "I hired you because I think you have a magnificent body. I am entitled to examine it and, as a model, you must learn to be seen in the nude by both men and women."
Carol was nervous about undressing in front of the beautiful, sophisticated woman, but she was determined to do everything required of her to keep this wonderful job.
Under the term everything, she included the possibility that she would be expected not only to pose in the nude for men, but also to allow them to have sexual intercourse with her.
She sensed she would not enjoy it, but reminded herself she had once been forced to do it with two men and had gotten nothing but pain and fear from it. This time, there would be a better reward.
They went into Janet's bedroom and, to encourage the nervous girl, Janet began to undress first. Instantly, Carol took a deep breath and began to follow Suit.
As she removed her clothes which looked cheap and shabby compared to the tastefully expensive ones Janet was removing, Carol was unable to keep her eyes off the other woman.
Janet was splendidly beautiful and knew how to undress in the most provocative manner. For the first time in her life, Carol understood the urgings of her body which had been bothering her for some time. She realized that the sight of the lovely woman undressing and baring her body aroused her sexually.
Feeling that it was wrong to be excited about another female, Carol tried to fight it as she slipped her panties oft and stood nervously nude.
"I knew you were a beauty, Carol," the woman said with sincerity, "let me have a close look at you."
Carol walked to her and the woman inspected her naked form from every angle. Janet used both hands to test the girl's breasts, waist, buttocks and thighs for firmness.
What she felt caused her hands to tremble a little, but it caused even more trembling in the body of the girl who felt herself losing control.
They walked into the bathroom and Carol turned on the tub. Carol shivered with excitement as she stared at the beautiful form of the woman bending over the tub. Janet's breasts were big by model standards, but they were firm and nicely tipped. Her buttocks and thighs were firm and creamy smooth. Carol felt an almost overpowering urge to touch as she had been touched.
"You don't mind being touched by me, do you?" Janet asked as she reached for Carol's breasts again.
"No," Carol managed to reply.
"In fact," Janet went on, "I think you rather enjoy it, don't you?" She gave both breasts a little squeeze.
"Yes," the trembling girl replied.
"Has any woman ever done these things to you before?" The woman's hands moved down to cup Carol's buttocks then.
"No," Carol replied, then went on to tell of her one and only sexual experience.
"Men are pigs," the woman spat out the words.
Turning off the faucets of the oversized tub, Janet stepped into it and indicated to Carol that she should join her.
Carol did and Janet immediately picked up the cake of scented soap, formed a thick lather in her hands and began applying it over the girl's neck and throat, then moved down.
She more than just bathed the girl. Before finishing by carefully bathing and rinsing her vulva, with her fingers reaching gently into her vagina, it had become an erotic exercise.
When it was Carol's turn to bathe the woman, she dropped the soap a few times as a result of her wild arousal. Still, she managed to complete bathing the women and paid the same attention to the woman's crotch that had been paid to hers. She was barely able to contain the little moans of passion which formed in her throat.
After Janet had been toweled, she took Carol's hand in hers and, without speaking, led the girl back into the bedroom. Walking directly to the bed, she drew the young girl into her arms and kissed her passionately on the mouth.
Once the initial shock passed, Carol returned her kiss with equal passion. As the kiss ended, woman and girl fell onto the bed and began writhing as they kissed and fondled.
Janet taught her a lot in that first session as there was no portion of either body that was not lovingly kissed and fondled.
In her lesbian affairs, Janet usually preferred the role of fern with the other woman making love to her and bringing her to climax by means of cunnilingus, but from time to time, she did take the butch role.
This was one of those times and her breath was hot and moist as her face went down between the girl's trembling thighs. It remained there until Carol relaxed with a series of loud cries.
Janet waited a little for the girl to regain her breath, then guided the dark, pretty face into her crotch and whispered instructions in the delicate art of cunnilingus. Once Carol's tongue found the clitoris of the woman, it was not long until Janet achieved climax.
The temporary living arrangement became permanent as Janet and her protege became lesbian lovers. Carol soon became an excellent model and as her body matured, her beauty increased.
The love affair lasted until Carol was twenty-eight years old. Then, finding a new teenager, Janet told her it was over. There was no unpleasantness since it was something Carol knew would happen sooner or later.
There were other lesbians among the models with whom she worked and she was confident that her beauty and ability would find her all the partners she wanted.
She selected as her first partner, Ava, a young model of twenty who was a relative newcomer to the agency. In her new apartment, Carol and the girl chatted and got along very well.
Carol kept the discussion on an intimate level and it was not long before she learned that while the young woman was not a lesbian, she had participated in a few nervous bouts with other girls.
In exciting detail, Carol told of the things she had learned from Janet and spoke glowingly of the thrills they had shared.
She did it so well that the woman did not resist when Carol took her into her arms and kissed her passionately. Neither did Ava protest when Carol's hand moved under her dress and began to feel its way slowly and excitingly up over the expanded tops of her nylons and onto the receptive skin of her beautiful thighs. When Carol told her to open the front of her dress and play with her breasts, the young woman did so at once although it was obvious that she was nervous about doing it.
Nervousness was replaced by passion and the two women writhed on the couch as their clothes were gradually removed.
Carol thrilled at the sight and feeling of the lovely white face pressed against her tawny breast while the young woman lashed her nipple with her tongue. The other nipple stood out big and red and wet from the sucking it had just received.
It was only a matter of time before Carol raised and parted her legs and whispered for Ava to get down. With the same obedience, the young white woman did and brought Carol to a crashing climax with her mouth and tongue.
Later, as they talked, Ava told her how wonderful it had been and how she wanted them to do it again and again. Carol assured her they would, and told her of the many and varied things she would teach her.
Ava's education took another step forward when Carol took her across her lap and administered a moderate hand spanking which caused her buttocks to tingle deliriously. It was something new to Ava who had never been spanked even as a child and she admitted that she enjoyed it.
Carol chose to play the butch role in most of their sessions, but from time to time, she would call on Ava to perform cunnilingus. When she did, it was not so much for the sexual thrill of climax, which she always achieved, but for the emotional satisfaction of having the mouth of a white woman in her crotch. The satisfaction erased many color based indignities of the past and present, as well as the future.
Ava did not live with Carol who wanted to maintain her new found privacy, but she always came to the apartment when called.
After a few weeks, Carol decided it was time to train a new partner. She did not want to become emotionally involved with any of her women and sensed that by keeping her affairs brief and moving from one to another, she would achieve that goal.
Before dropping Ava, Carol found a pretty waitress in her mid twenties who looked promising. She ate at the same table for days, tipped generously, and cultivated a bond of friendship between the two.
One evening, she invited the waitress to her apartment for drinks and conversation and the offer was eagerly accepted. Carol sensed then that women knew why she was being invited and would go all the way if properly guided.
Carol followed her plan and, after a couple of drinks as they relaxed on the wide couch, she produced an illustrated book on lesbian love.
The woman's eyes opened as Carol leafed through the book showing pictures and she was obviously interested. Then, Carol increased that interest by raising one leg and pulling her dress up to display a long, shapely leg and beautifully rounded thigh.
"I think her legs and thighs are much like mine," she observed as she compared it with one of the pictures in the book.
Feasting her eyes on the beauty of Carol's thighs, the waitress assured her that they were more beautiful than any in the book. She was only slightly reluctant when asked to raise her dress and allow Carol to see hers.
Although her thighs were bigger than Carol's and a bit shorter, they were still attractive enough and looked firm. Just to confirm that, Carol's hands moved to feel them with a firm pressure and although the woman trembled visibly, she made no protest.
Carol then invited the woman to feel her thighs and gave a little sigh as she felt the hands fondle her just above the tops of her nylons which swelled to caress her creamy thighs.
"Do you like it?" Carol asked in a warm whisper.
"Yes," the waitress answered simply.
"Then let's undress and we can play with each other all over."
Without waiting for an answer, Carol stood and took her dress off. Under it, the swelling cups of the white bra and the clinging white panties contrasted nicely against the curves of her dark body.
The young woman removed her dress with hands which shook more than a little. Advancing to her, Carol drew her into an embrace and they kissed.
As they did, Carol reached behind to remove the woman's bra and felt eager unhooking hers. When they embraced again, their naked breasts rubbed warmly.
After that, each took the other's panties off so that, except for garter belt and nylons, they were nude. During a long evening, each brought the other to climax many times by means of cunnilingus.
Again, Carol prepared to terminate the romance quickly and found another candidate. Once in a while, an attempt at seduction would fail, but generally, Carol had little difficulty luring beautiful women of all ages into her arms and her bed.
About three months after her first conquest, Carol told her fifth, that the affair was over. The woman, a beautiful former model of thirty-seven, took it badly.
Later that evening, she plunged a carving knife into Carol's back. In panic at what she had done, the woman phoned the police and ran from the apartment.
Carol recovered from the wound, but the shock of her brush with death plunged her into a deep depression and psychiatric help was called for.
Following a long series of treatments, Carol was able to understand herself better and came to realize that the life she had been living and enjoying, was not satisfactory.
Gradually, as she came to know herself better, she began to accept dates with men. The first time she went to bed with one, a white man, she found some enjoyment in sexual intercourse although she was not able to achieve climax.
Being an understanding lover, he used a finger to bring her to a pleasant orgasm. The next time they made love, the man employed more foreplay, which he too enjoyed, and it was sufficient so that Carol enjoyed a good orgasm during intercourse.
Although both were aware of the many problems they would have to face, Carol and her lover married. This was more than a year ago, and they are still devoted to each other.
Carol accepts a few modeling assignments from time to time, but she will soon have to turn them down unless the offer is to model maternity styles.
Chapter 2. Italy
During my visit to Italy a couple of years ago I was able to gather much research on human behavioral patterns there.
Some of this has been included in other volumes such as Women Who Seduce Boys, and I shall include two case histories, each of which will present a different facet of the seduction of women and girls by other women.
Although this work is primarily concerned with the seduction of women, I did come across a fascinating case involving the seduction of teen aged girls by women. In including it in this work, I trust that the reader will excuse this slight deviation from the general concept of the book.
The deviation may be even slighter than one would first think when considering that many Italian girls grow up early in life and achieve maturity in the physical sense before they do in the chronological one.
One of the things I propose to show in this and other chapters, is that while there are basic differences between the different peoples of the world, there are even more similarities.
Although one cannot accept all available statistics in matters such as lesbianism and seduction, it is clear that lesbianism does exist with reasonable frequency in Italy, and that it seems much more common among the upper income classes where there is a lesser element of church control over life in general.
I do not make this statement to imply that any church is proof against such activities as lesbianism, but where there is strong church dominations of people, the incidence of all sexuality is like to be somewhat affected by that fact.
It is, perhaps, dangerous for one to attempt to sum up the character of any particular society on the basis of a few weeks or months spent there, and I would prefer not to create general impressions of the Italian people on a basis that would be less than fair.
With that in mind then, I shall turn to case histories involving Italian people in their own environment and leave them to tell their stories.
CASE HISTORY
Merle age 41
At the age of twenty, Merla married into the wealthy merchant class and, since she was from the upper middle class, it was not a difficult transition for her.
She and her husband enjoyed a good relationship and their sexual adjustment was easy and good. She came to enjoy sexual intercourse, but was delighted when he introduced her to cunnilingus. From time to time, when he asked her to, she would bring him to orgasm orally.
Although his ardor waned as he aged, her husband did manage to keep some semblance of their sex life together until he died when Merla was forty.-
In time, she adjusted to widowhood, but her sexual hunger grew apace. At one point, a little more than four months after her husband's death, she undressed in her bathroom and brought about an orgasm by means of digital masturbation.
Although it provided temporary relief and was moderately enjoyable since it was accompanied by a fantasy in which a good looking young man was fondling her and providing her with good sexual intercourse, it was not enough.
Later, sitting nude on her bed, she felt a sense of shame. There was no sense of sin, since she was not a religious woman, but it bothered her to achieve orgasm in the same way she had done as a child.
Looking around at the various available men she knew, Merla found the picture depressing. There were a few, but they were not the type she desired and they would be, she guessed, more interested in her moderate fortune than in her as a person.
Bored and frustrated, Merla rented a nice house on the Riviera and decided to try her luck among the vacationers there. It was not long before she discovered that the area swarmed with young beauties from all over the world whose bikini clad charms would be impossible competition, even for an attractive woman of her age who had retained an excellent figure.
She was thinking of leaving, when an attractive young man who did not appear to be more than twenty-two, showed a romantic interest in her. She was quick to respond and hope flared within her.
They drank and chatted and the handsome young man flirted with her in such a way that she knew he wanted to go to bed with her. As she left him at the door of her house on the evening of their first meeting, Merla was barely able to hide her sexual hunger from him.
Alone in the house, she rubbed her thighs together as she walked and knew that the hunger there would be strong until the following evening when, she decided, if he did not attempt to make love to her, she would offer him her body.
He called for her the next evening and she invited him in for a drink. As he sat on the couch in her comfortable living room, she sat very close to him and allowed her firm thighs to rub against his muscular ones.
It was only minutes before he took her into his arms, kissed her passionately and began to fondle her breasts through her dress. After a few minutes, they went into her bedroom where a gentle light bathed the room, and the sheet had been partially drawn back so that the bed looked most inviting.
At that moment, a bed of nails would have looked good to Merle who trembled as she waited to see his penis and feel it in her hand before it pushed into the almost aching emptiness of her neglected vagina.
She thrilled as he began to undress and actually groaned with desire as he stepped out of his silk shorts and stood posing nude for her. He flexed his biceps, but Merle did not see them as her eyes focused on his strong looking penis which was fully erect and promised her delights such as she had not known for many years.
With a smile, he advanced to her and began to unfasten her dress. As he did, she reached down to grasp his penis in her hand. After running her hand over it lightly and feeling the big, swollen head, she moved her hand back down the shaft and squeezed it.
When her bra and panties were exposed, he knelt and covered both the front and back of her panties with ardent kisses which caused her to tremble.
She was crying for him to take her to bed, when he got to his feet and, after telling her not to move, hurried out of the room. A moment later, he returned with a package he had brought with him.
His eyes gleaming with excitement, he opened it and produced an old fashioned, wooden backed hairbrush which he handed to her.
While she blinked in amazement, he told her he wanted her to scold him, take him over her lap and give him a hard spanking. He went on to tell her that she was not to stop or be easy on him no mat-later how he cried and pleaded, but was to continue until she had given him at least fifty spanks on each cheek.
Merle had heard of men who liked to be spanked, but it was her first encounter with one. Previously, her husband had given her a few playful spankings, but that was all she knew about the subject.
In impassioned tones, the young man told her that she was to be the stern mother and he, the naughty boy. He insisted that she treat him like that, take him over her lap and scold him loudly while administering the spanking.
At that moment, Merla would have done anything to get his penis into her, so she did not object. Haltingly at first, then with growing confidence, she took him over her lap as she sat on the edge of the bed and began to scold him.
She began spanking then and gave him full value. He had asked for a hard spanking and, as the brush moved from cheek to cheek, she found it very easy to comply. He had not allowed her to strip naked, was delaying what she so wanted with his foolish game, and spanking him with those thoughts in mind, she was able to sear his buttocks with hard slap after hard slap.
Her arm wrapped firmly around his waist as he heaved and bucked on her lap while crying loudly and pleading for mommy not to spank him any more.
She felt his firm penis rub against her and knew that the spanking would not diminish his ardor or his strength.
When she reached the required number of spanks, she gave him one extra hard one on each cheek, then fell back onto the bed pulling him with her. She was overjoyed to see that his well proportioned penis was still magnificently hard for her.
Lying on her back, she heaved her hips up and started to pull her panties down. Quickly then, the crying man stopped her and turned her over onto her tummy.
He pulled her panties down until they were just above the tops of her nylons, and knelt astride her quivering thighs. A moment later, as she turned to beg him to come to her with his lovely penis, she was horrified to see that he was masturbating.
She almost screamed as she begged him not to do that, but to give her sexual intercourse instead, but he obviously did not hear her. His eyes had a glazed look as his right hand moved back and forth in a steady rhythm.
Merla tried to turn over, but the young man was far too strong for her and his knees gripped her like a vice as they held her captive.
Seconds later, Merla discovered it was too late to fight or to hope. With the head of his penis pushed between her buttocks, he was spurting away the fluid she so wanted in her vagina but now would not get.
She was crying when he dismounted her and sat beside her on the bed fondling his spent organ while his face wore an insane grin of satisfaction.
With the expression of a madman, he told her that the only way he could achieve erection and orgasm, was to have an older woman play the mother role and spank him. After that, he had to gaze at big, bare buttocks and masturbate with the head of his penis rubbing between her buttocks.
Sending him away and locking herself in the bathroom, Merla faced the fact that she could not attract a-normal young man. In her mind, she became old and ugly to all men and felt that her life was at an end.
Merla began to contemplate suicide, but needed time to think of a suitable method of doing it.
Dressing slowly and numbly, she decided to go down to the Casino for a drink in hopes that it would clear her mind of its confusion.
Seated at a table in the half filled room, she placed her order, then was distracted by the sound of loud laughter. Turning, she saw that the man she had just spanked was at a table with three other young men and had just finished telling them a story.
Her face blazing as crimson as his buttocks had been a little earlier, she fled from the room and stumbled out of the building into the coolness of the evening.
For a few seconds, she leaned against the facade of the building until she gained a measure of composure, then began to walk back up the hill toward her house.
She reached for the handle of the gate and froze with her hand in mid air at the sound of giggling from her garden. Puzzled, she quietly opened the gate and walked with caution over the soft grass.
Peering over a clump of lilac, Merla gasped aloud at what she saw. There were two young women there. One had her dress and slip pulled up above her waist and her legs high in the air while the other had her face buried in her crotch.
Hearing the sound, the two scrambled to their feet in panic, rushed by her and vanished into the night. What had been shock quickly blended into such passion that Merla ran into the house, jerked her panties off and, holding her clothes up high, inserted a finger into her vagina and masturbated.
The next morning, all thought of suicide gone, she returned to her home.
There, she was greeted by Sophia, her attractive twenty-two year old maid who hurried to run a bath for her employer.
Almost running to her bedroom, Merla quickly stripped naked and stood waiting for the maid to tell her that her bath was waiting. In a minute, the maid knocked on her door and Merla shocked the young woman by walking out nude to go to the bath.
She bathed carefully and, as she did, her thoughts were centered on Sophia and on the two young women she had surprised in her garden the previous evening. Whether or not she liked it, Sophia was going to be pressed into lesbian action.
As she toweled herself dry, Merla wondered how she should go about seducing the maid. Accustomed to the male being the aggressor, she had no idea of how to seduce a woman, but she did know how to give orders to a maid and decided to play it that way.
As she left the bathroom and walked toward her bedroom, Merla called the maid and heard her coming to answer the summons.
The maid walked into the room, saw her mistress standing naked with her legs wide apart, her hands caressing her already aroused breasts and gave a little gasp.
"Take all your clothes off, Sophia," she said in an urgent tone that was little more than a whisper.
Looking puzzled, the maid froze as if she could not believe what she heard.
"Hurry, you beautiful little thing," Merla rasped, "or I shall take the back of my hairbrush to your pretty behind."
Stunned, but unable to disobey the woman who was her employer and had always treated her well, the maid began to remove her clothes.
Merla felt her mouth go dry as she looked at the swelling cups of the white bra and watched them grow bigger as the young woman reached behind to unfasten it. A moment later, she gasped at the beauty of the pink tipped breasts which bobbed free and stood out firm and proud.
Unable to wait for the girl to take her panties down, Merla hurried to her and did it herself. Bright black hair stood out on the white, slightly rounded tummy. Behind, an exquisite derriere pouted beautifully and she clutched the cheeks with trembling hands.
Sophia stepped out of her panties and, still wearing her garter belt and nylons which enhanced the beauty of her long, beautiful legs, stood open mouthed as Merla gathered her into a passionate embrace with their mouths together. Before the kiss ended, Sophia was swept up in the spell of the moment and did not even consider resisting as the woman pulled her down onto the bed and into another passionate embrace with their bodies rubbing urgently.
Instinct told the older woman what to do and what to demand from the maid as they played games which involved the kissing of mouths, breasts, thighs and buttocks.
Using plain words since she did not know the correct name for the act, Merla told the maid to perform cunnilingus on her. Completely out of control by then, the beautiful young maid pressed her face into Merla's crotch and, as the smooth thighs rubbed her cheeks, began to do what had been demanded of her.
Although she had never done it before, Sophia performed well and it was not long before the older woman climaxed with a glad cry.
Having savored the joy of receiving, Merla had to find out what it was like to do it. The maid was more than willing as her thighs were parted and Merla's face came between them. A greedy mouth fastened onto her vulva and, in a moment, instinct told her to insert her tongue deeply when she found the delicate flavor of woman juice which she began to lap with greed and delight.
Her hands rubbed all over the writhing body of the young maid and as she heard the wild cries of passion, her whole body trembled with excitement more delightful than anything she had ever known.
After Sophia achieved orgasm, the women lay close together in the aftermath of their shared excitement. For both, it had been the first time. It was a strange case where the seductress had been as innocent of lesbianism as her victim.
In warm whispers, each told the other of her surprise and delight at how good sex could be without a man. When she obtained her employer's promise that they would do such things often, Sophia announced that she finished with her lover as of then. She had fallen under the spell of woman love just as completely as had Merla.
Later, Merla told of her strange experience with the young man the previous evening and both were curious over his enjoyment of spanking. Under the circumstances, they had no choice but to find out for themselves.
Merla went over the other woman's lap and the pretty young maid spanked her buttocks lightly at first, then a little more briskly. She thrilled at the feel and sound as her hand slapped the big cheeks and caused them to joggle while the woman made exciting sounds from her throat which blended nicely with the sounds produced by the contact of palm and buttocks.
When she finished, Merla admitted that it had been quite enjoyable, though not as much as cunnilingus. It was the turn then of Sophia to go over the spanking lap for her turn.
When the spanking finished, there was no time to compare notes since both were too aroused for such matters. Taking turns each brought the other to orgasm orally again.
The next day, Merla went to the city where she found a lesbian who, for a price, agreed to come to her home and teach her and her maid as many of the secrets of lesbianism as she knew.
The woman spent the afternoon and evening with them and when she left, Merla and Sophia were delighted graduates of their crash course.
They made love often and gradually introduced friends to their game so that the circle widened. It was through one of these friends that I met Merla who talked freely of her experiences and the events which led up to them.
I have frequently mentioned the part a chance happening can play in human behaviour. Can you think of a better example than this?
Had Merla not seen the two young women in her garden that evening, she well may have sought solace in suicide. Instead, she lived to become a lesbian and convert many other women.
No doubt they will recruit others and so, as a result of one incident, or perhaps a chain of them, it goes on.
CASE HISTORY
Maria age 26
Maria had the misfortune of being born unattractive in a city of beautiful women, Rome. Through her childhood she was sustained by her deep attachment to her religion. Her parents were very proud of their daughter and kept telling her that good looks were not important, while the cleanliness of her soul was.
As she grew older, her figure developed nicely, but she did not dress in a manner to take advantage of it. As a result, she seldom drew any interest from males.
By the time she was twenty, religion began to fail as a comfort. In her mind, she harbored only thoughts of faith and good works, but the rest of her body hungered for more mortal things and she became restive.
Even in church, she saw the beautiful, well dressed women with their husbands or male escorts and envied them. It was easy for them, she thought, to be devout. They lived full lives. The thought projected until she could see, in her imagination, those beautiful women and their handsome men, naked and writhing in bed in the act of love.
She didn't really understand sexual intercourse, but she knew that it was something great.
It was during this period of unrest that a pious man in his mid-thirties, walked her home from an evening meeting at the church. Feeling it was a perfectly innocent thing to do, she told him that her parents were visiting a sick relative in the South and invited him in so that they could continue their talk.
The man had obviously seen enough of her to know that below her unattractive face, there throbbed the body of a woman. He accepted the invitation gladly.
Maria poured wine and their conversation slipped from matters of the church into a more secular vein. As his confidence grew, the man drew her out on intimate matters until she admitted that she had never so much as kissed a member of the opposite sex.
He talked in glowing terms about the beauty of things which happened between men and woman and how it had been a part of God's design that this should be so.
Maria found it difficult to relate this to her strict religious upbringing, but she knew somehow that he was right. Did that mean, she asked herself, that she was wrong? If so, then perhaps she was wrong in everything including all her religious beliefs.
The fashionable women of the city didn't go to church at all and yet they looked so happy at all times. She guessed that they really did all these things with men that she had been taught were sinful, but they looked so happy and she was not happy, so perhaps she was wrong.
When the man suggested that she find out what a kiss was like, she became frightened, but he soothed her so that when he kissed her lightly on the mouth, she resisted very little. His next kiss was anything but light and Maria surrendered herself to the delicious enjoyment of it.
Before the evening was over, they were both naked and she had disposed of her virginity.
After he left, she lay alone in bed crying for a while, but the tears passed. She would go to another church to make her confession, she told herself, and then it would be all right.
When she met the man again after that, he seemed anxious to avoid her. A few times, when she saw him with women other than his wife, she noticed that they had beautiful faces.
Heartbroken, Maria realized that the man had merely used her because she happened to be around at the time, but she was so ugly, she was convinced, that neither he nor any man would ever want her.
And yet, that one taste of sexual intercourse had shown her how good it could be. It had hurt at first and caused her to bleed, but after that she had tasted the enjoyment of it and sensed that there could be even more. The question was, where?
Knowing that she could not resolve her problem while living at home, Maria left, much to the dismay of her parents, and took a room in a building in the heart of the city where many people rented rooms.
She made some friends, but they were mostly females. The men who wanted to be friendly were not the attractive ones of which she dreamed. They, she sensed, were interested only in beautiful woman and she did not qualify.
Those men who were available to her made it clear from the outset that they wanted sexual intercourse and they were not even delicate in their approach.
More and more, she concentrated on her friendship with young women both at the office where she worked and in the rooming house where she lived.
Of them all, she found herself most comfortable in the company of Carlotta. Just two years older than she, Carlotta was quite attractive, but showed no interest in men and seemed quite happy in that state.
Anxious to find out the woman's secret, Maria gradually told her story and found her friend to be a responsive and compassionate listener.
"Ah, my dear Maria," Carlotta said after one such conversation in her room, "you are beginning to learn what I learned about men and life a long time ago."
"Am I? What am I learning?"
"That men are beasts who want only sex and will drop a woman when they tire of her and find a new one."
"But surely they are not all the same?"
"No? Have you met any different ones yet?"
"No," Maria admitted sadly. "But what is a woman to do?"
"It's just as if you were ordering food, my dear Maria. If one does not care for ravioli, then one orders spaghetti or chicken cacciatori."
"That sounds very fine, Carlotta, but with food, one has many choices. In the matter of life, there is only men."
"Ah, but you're wrong there, Maria. There is another sex. It is called female."
"You are taking advantage of me now to tease me," Maria protested.
"No I'm not, cara. Many women find complete satisfaction with other women including sexual satisfaction. Perhaps it is not often talked about, but it exists all over the world."
"But it is not possible. A woman does not have a penis, after all."
"You poor dear. There is so much for you to learn, my lovely Maria."
Maria blinked at her friend's words. No man had ever called her lovely. The man who seduced her did comment with favor on her breasts and thighs as he prepared to bring her to sexual intercourse, but even he had lacked the warmth of Carlotta in saying the words.
Maria asked her friend to explain more clearly what she meant about women loving each other.
"I shall tell you little more tonight, cara mia, because there is so much to be learned and it cannot all be done at the same time.
"When man and woman make love, what the woman wants and seldom gets is a climax. Woman and woman taking love understand this and can produce as many climaxes as they want."
"But is such a thing normal?" Maria asked, wide eyed.
"Is it normal to give your body to a man who will use it for his satisfaction, leave you without the pleasure of climax, then turn to another woman and leave you alone?"
"I don't know. I'm afraid there is so little about this that I understand."
"You are honest, Maria and that is the beginning of understanding and learning. I shall help you. For now though, I shall leave you with one thought to ponder until we meet tomorrow evening."
"What is it?"
"It is this. We enjoy each other's company very much. We understand and like each other. Suppose that this evening, we had removed our clothes and fondled each other's body as we talked. Suppose too, that we had both enjoyed a climax during the evening, perhaps even two or three. Do you think you would feel better when you get into your bed and wait for sleep?"
"I don't know. I can't know," Maria spoke in confusion.
"Of course not, my dear. I know, but it will take time for you to learn. When you are in bed tonight, be sure you are naked. Then, think of how it would be if we were lying together whispering warm, loving words and holding each other.
Maria went back to her apartment despite the fact that nervousness made walking difficult. She undressed quickly and got into her bed. It was very easy to follow her friend's instruction.
The following evening, they had planned on going to a movie together, but when Maria suggested they stay home and talk more, Carlotta agreed.
They were both bathed and dressed for their evening out, but it provided a more festive air for their stay at home evening of conversation.
Maria was quick to bring up the subject of the night before as she told Carlotta that she had followed her advice.
"Were your thoughts pleasant?" the older woman asked.
"I don't know. They were all mixed up. There was much excitement, but I couldn't know what to think since I know nothing of the matter."
"Don't be ashamed, dear. It is like playing the piano or knitting sweaters. You have to learn before you can do it, but the learning is much simpler and much more exciting."
For a few minutes more they talked as they finished the two glasses of wine Carlotta had poured. It was dry Valpolicella and it warmed without intoxicating.
"Let me show you something, dear," Carlotta said as she lay back on the bed with her head on the pillow. "We shall pretend it is night and we are ready for bed. Imagine that we are both naked."
Carlotta reached out and Maria came to her nervously. In a moment, they were lying together, their arms around each other, their bodies close so that, through their clothes, each felt the breasts of the other as they pressed together.
"Do you find this unpleasant, Maria?" the woman asked in a whisper.
"Oh no. I find it very pleasant indeed. It is so much better than sleeping alone."
"That's right dear. Think how it would feel if we were nude and our breasts were pressing together like this. There are other things you may think of too."
As she said the words, Carlotta put a hand on Maria's thigh, through her dress, and moved it slowly upward until the hand caressed a buttock through the thin fabric of dress, slip and panties.
In a little while, Carlotta took one of Maria's hands and placed it on her nylon just under her dress. Her own hand then moved down to touch Maria in the same place. It began then to move slowly up over the nylon toward the bare thigh above.
"You do the same to me dear and tell me how it feels," Carlotta whispered hotly.
Maria obeyed again and before long, each was caressing a buttock of the other through filmy nylon panties. Before long, Carlotta had moved her hand slowly around until it was stroking Maria's panties along the narrow band between her thighs.
When Maria's thighs opened wide, Carlotta knew the battle had been won. She patted a few more times, felt Maria tremble with excitement, then suggested that they do it with all their clothes off.
Without waiting for a reply, Carlotta turned Maria onto her tummy, unfastened the top of her dress and slid the long zipper all the way down.
Her hands were warm and gentle as they stroked Maria's bare back above and below her bra, and when she bent to put a light kiss on the girl's back, Maria sighed comfortably and her whole body came alive.
Getting up then, they removed dresses and half slips and it was Carlotta who removed Maria's bra. Her friend then did the same for her and they examined each other's naked breasts with their hands and watched as nipples came to aroused life.
Each removed the panties of the other and they went back into the bed. In their anxiousness, they retained garter belts and nylons, but that did not interfere with the rubbing of their bodies and the exploratory stroking of their hands.
It was sheer delight for both as Carlotta taught her all the whispered words and the touches calculated to arouse each other.
When Carlotta performed cunnilingus on her until she climaxed, Maria cried out loudly. It was far more pleasant than anything the man had done to her. She was not shy then about doing the same thing for Carlotta. Despite her lack of experience, she did it very well and brought Carlotta to an exciting climax.
They slept together that night and before they did, Carlotta taught her friend how they could do it to each other at the same time. That too was enjoyable, to say the least.
It was the beginning of a torrid love affair, the first ever for Maria.
Her confidence restored, Maria became more attractive, walked with more grace, dressed more seductively and felt a positive happiness the like of which she had never known or even dreamed of.
Eight months later, it ended. Carlotta was arrested for stealing money from her employer and sent to jail.
Disconsolate, Maria began to visit her parents more and more. One Sunday the sixteen year old daughter of a neighbor came to visit there.
During the afternoon, Maria and the girl went out for a walk. It was then that the girl confided in her that she wanted to get away as Maria had done. She was smothered by the heavy doses of religion she got at home. Maria promised to do what she could.
To her surprise, the girl's parents listened with keen interest as Maria told them how she could get a job for the girl in the office where she worked and that they would get a portion of the girl's pay each week.
Maria went on to explain that she would share her room with the girl and take very good care of her. Since Maria was known throughout the neighborhood as a very good young woman who went to church frequently and took care of her parents financially, permission was granted.
That Sunday evening, when Maria returned to her room in the city, the girl, Rosa, accompanied her. The two chatted easily and Rosa was obviously enjoying her new freedom.
When it came time to undress for bed, Rosa was very shy, but Maria set the example by undressing quite casually until she was naked. She got into bed that way, and, without even pulling the sheet over her, waited and watched as the girl took her clothes off.
"Do you sleep that way?" Rosa asked nervously.
"It is the only way, Rosa," Maria smiled. "This is one of the many advantages of not living at home with strict parents."
In time, the girl was naked and Maria thrilled at the sight of her beautiful young body. She knew then that she was going to seduce the girl, but decided it would be a mistake to begin working on it right away.
During the next few days, Maria set the pace by spending the evenings wearing only bra, panties, garter belt and nylons and commenting on how wonderful it was to be free of family and to be able to be as free as she wanted living with another young woman.
It wasn't long before, with some encouragement, Rosa followed suit. In bed at night, both nude, Maria made it a point to turn frequently in such a way that her breasts or thighs or arms, would brush against the girl. Almost at once, she saw that the girl showed a response to each touch.
One Sunday morning, they woke late and found that in the process of sleeping, Maria's arm had slipped over the waist of the girl and her tummy was pressed closely against Rosa's buttocks so that the pubic hair of the woman tickled nicely against the girl's buttocks.
"Oh what a naughty girl I have been in my sleep," Maria said with a little laugh when the girl stirred and woke, but made no move to pull away. "Still," she went on as she gave a little rub with her tummy, "I must say it does feel good."
When the girl agreed that it did, Maria turned her around and the girl did not resist. This time, they lay very close together with their breasts pressing and Maria kissed the girl lightly on the mouth.
Although it was obvious that Rosa was nervous, she did not resist. There was still no protest when Maria's hand began to stroke Rosa's thighs and buttocks and brought their bellies closer together.
In time, Maria swung one leg over the girl and used it as well as her arms to make their embrace more passionate.
Just before she made the first bold step into the final stage of seduction, Maria brought their mouths together in a kiss that was as passionate as she could make it. Moments after the kiss began, the girl was responding with arousal that was obvious.
As the kiss ended, Maria moved a little down in the bed and closed her lips around a nipple of the firm young breast. While she sucked it, causing it to harden and grow, her hand fondled gently.
Later, when Maria carried one of her breasts to Rosa's mouth, she saw the red lips part anxiously and felt the sweet sensation as the girl sucked.
Through it all, not a word had been spoken.
As Maria moved around in the bed and parted Rosa's smooth, firm thighs, the girl opened her mouth to say something, but the words did not get out. Instead, Rosa shoved her hand into her mouth and bit on it to keep from crying out as she felt the woman's mouth make contact with her virginal vulva.
But it was more than just a contact, it was cunnilingus and Maria persisted beautifully until the girl climaxed with a glad cry of passion.
Later, they did talk and Maria explained it all to her new young lover. Rosa was a little shy about doing the same thing to Maria, but before long, she was induced to try.
Maria led her along gently by having the girl admire her vulva, then stroke it gently to feel the moist warmth of it. Rosa hardly resisted at all when Maria's hand drew the girl's head down into her crotch. When the girl began to do what was expected of her, Maria skillfully adjusted them and made it an act of mutual cunnilingus. Both climaxed.
It was the beginning of a beautiful affair that lasted for six months. Then, to Maria's amazement, Rosa told her she had fallen in love with a young man at the office and they were going to marry.
Unable to shake the girl's determination, Maria surrendered to the inevitable. She had only three weeks to wait until Carlotta was released from jail and they renewed their affair.
Honest in everything, Maria told her friend of the seduction of the girl. Instead of anger, as she expected, Maria saw only excitement on the woman's face.
They discussed it for a long time and decided that they would make a game of seducing young girls. Their discussion was so exciting, that they paused to make love, then returned to it.
Combining their salaries, they got a bigger and better apartment and, within a week, had together seduced a girl of sixteen.
They continued to have her visit their apartment until they had another ready to be seduced. During that time, the three engaged in wild orgies.
When they had seduced their second girl, one of fifteen, they would invite the first one back to the apartment from time to time and all four would participate in orgies of lesbianism.
They continued to expand their activities until their ranks included seven girls between the ages of fourteen and sixteen and their parties reached the stage where they indeed justified the label of Roman orgies.
Maria and Carlotta, by then experienced, full time seductresses of girls, devised various games where there would be winners and losers.
The winners collected forfeits which ranged anywhere from spanking, through digital masturbation, to cunnilingus. More than once, a party would include a daisy chain in which all present joined in a circle on the rug and performed cunnilingus at the same time.
In time, their neighbors became suspicious of the sounds which came from the apartment and the number of young girls who visited.
One Sunday afternoon when there were five girls in the apartment with the women, the police broke in while Maria was spanking one and Carlotta was performing cunnilingus with another.
All were taken into custody and questioned closely. As a result, Carlotta and Maria were sentenced to long jail terms which they are still serving.
They will be out before long now and there is little doubt that they will return to their old ways. Prison is not a likely place to cure women of lesbianism, in fact, it has the opposite effect.
Whether they will content themselves with living and loving alone together is also doubtful. Having tasted the joys of seducing girls, it can only be expected that they will very quickly return to their old ways.
Had the two been provided with psychiatric treatment, there would be reason to hope for something better, but that, alas did not happen.
In making this point, I do not intend any condemnation of the Italian laws or penal system. In many respects they are superior to many of our American prisons.
My point applies equally to all countries. Our society is too quick to imprison when perhaps medical or psychiatric treatment would be far more appropriate and beneficial not only to the person convicted, but for the sake of society and those who will eventually become victims of those released from prisons uncured.
Yes, we are making some progress, but before we can congratulate ourselves on that progress, we have to do a lot more.
What can we do? There are organizations devoted to the cause of mental health. We can join them, find out their aims, do what we can to promote those aims, write to the men who govern us and insist that more tax funds be spent on such vital matters.
Please think about that.
Chapter 3. England
Just as legend portrays the Scottish as being a tight fisted lot, so does it say that the English, and especially the females, are a frigid group. I can assure you that both myths are without foundation in fact.
In this argument, I have recorded history on my side. Prior to Victoria's reign, the royal courts of England set the standard for sexual freedom and the country not only followed suit, but seemed to try for an even higher standard of debauchery.
Surely, in its time, the Hellfire Club was no secret, and even attracted one guest who later became president of the United States. And while the fashionable males of the day sported there, their female counterparts enjoyed their pleasures as members of the Order of Saint Bridget where the rattan cane swished freely and spanked palms and paddles crimsoned many a smooth buttock.
In Victorian times, an effort was made to suppress all forms of sexual enjoyment and to pretend that such things did not any longer exist. Legs of furniture were clothed because they were legs and would offend if seen nude. It was said of Queen Victoria, "Her Majesty does not have legs, sir, she has limbs."
Even the medical profession returned for a while to the dark ages with prominent doctors declaring it offensive for anyone to even suggest that women enjoy any aspect of sexual activity.
But when England dumped the Victorian outlook, the whole mess fell with a crash. Piano legs were unwrapped and so were women.
There are many aspects which could be considered, but we shall restrict ourselves to the one of women who seduce women. Rather than restrict ourselves to recorded history, we shall, of course concentrate on contemporary women with contemporary outlooks and desires.
In presenting the following case histories, I do not, by any means imply that the women mentioned are typical of English womanhood. I content myself with saying that they are typical of some lesbians both there and here.
CASE HISTORY
Victoria age 38
Although not a member of royalty, Victoria did join the nobility through marriage to a man considerably older than herself.
She was a highly sexed woman who had enjoyed a number of discreet affairs before marriage, some of which, her husband was aware of. In fact, she slept with him a few times before the affair became serious. Since he was a widower, they were free to marry.
For a few years, they enjoyed a reasonably good sexual adjustment, but then the husband began to share his waning sexual power with a series of mistresses and Victoria soon felt the pangs of sexual frustration.
She Could have divorced her husband and found a new man, but that would mean walking away from lifetime security. The price was too high.
Although she had been rather stem with the household staff, she became something of a tyrant with them as they became the target of her frustration and anger.
Victoria achieved a new high one day when in a fit of anger she told an attractive young maid called Angela that she was going to be spanked for dropping and breaking an expensive vase.
The young woman balked at this, not illogically feeling that at the age of twenty-one, she was too old to be spanked like a naughty child. When it was made clear that the only alternative was to be dismissed at once without reference, the young woman broke into tears.
Tearfully, the thoroughly cowed Angela followed as the mistress walked quickly to her bedroom.
There, Victoria seated herself in a comfortable, armless chair and ordered the trembling woman to raise her clothes above her waist. The maid obeyed although she felt terrible embarrassment at standing in that manner with only skimpy nylon panties covering the lower portion of her shapely young body.
But in a moment, even that cover was deprived her as the woman gripped the waistband of the little panties and quickly jerked them down to mid thigh. For a moment, the older woman paused to catch her breath, then she pulled Angela down roughly across her lap.
Scolding the young woman who sobbed a little more loudly, Victoria stared down at the beautifully formed buttocks which appeared to be sheathed in white silk rather than mere skin.
Moments later, the silk theory was confirmed as the palm of her right hand slapped hard. The girl emitted a loud cry and Victoria felt a tremor of excitement race through her.
Already, she had discovered that instead of anger, she felt only sexual excitement. It was like the feeling she developed during sexual foreplay while she waited for sexual intercourse.
The feeling heightened as she chanced to look up and discover that her mirror gave her a different and exciting second view of the backs of the maid's thighs and her bare, upturned bottom which bounced maddeningly under her slapping palm.
At the outset, Victoria had no idea how many spanks she would give the young woman, she had not even considered the matter. Suddenly, she knew that it would be a long spanking indeed.
She had never before administered a spanking, but at once she realized why the teachers at the private school she had attended so loved to use corporal punishment on the students. It thrilled her beyond her wildest expectations.
Crazed with passion as all her pent up frustrations took command of her mind and body, Victoria gave the young woman a most severe spanking before the loudness of the victim's cries and the vivid coloration of her buttocks flashed a warning sign that she could not ignore.
For a little while, she held Angela over her lap while staring alternately down at the red, quivering bottom and turning a little to view it in the big mirror. Even the little, yellow nylon panties bunched at the woman's bent knees added to the excitement which did not abate with the completion of the spanking.
Angela's cries slowed and became deep sobs. To her surprise, Victoria heard herself comforting the woman on the state of her battered buttocks. As she did, her hand began to stroke and soothe the smooth, rounded hills which gave off a not surprising warmth.
Victoria's mind raced back then to the days of private school when a stern headmistress loved to beat her with both cane and leather strap. The cane had been administered on tautly stretched drawers, the strap on bared buttocks.
But there was something else from the school which pushed thoughts of punishment out of her mind. Victoria had been fourteen then, the other girl was sixteen.
Her mind painted vivid pictures of the scene. They were alone in the room and, following the lead of the older girl, a nervous young Victoria had removed her drawers and pulled her skirts up.
They fondled each other most intimately and before they finished at the sound of approaching footsteps, Victoria had achieved her first orgasm.
Later, the girl told her about other things girls could do together. The thought of having another girl put her mouth between a girl's legs and do thing to her vagina with her tongue was wildly thrilling.
Before it could happen though, the older girl was caught in the act with another and dismissed from the school.
Memories of that lived for a long time in her mind, but in time, she began dating males, discovered the joys of sexual intercourse and forgot about childhood experiences.
As can so often happen, a completely unrelated incident years later, brought everything back and even magnified the excitement of it.
Victoria moved as if in a trance as she aided the young woman to her feet and guided her to the wide, comfortable bed. Telling her that she would apply a soothing lotion to her burning nether cheeks, Victoria had told her to remove her panties and kneel up on the bed.
Her plan of action had not consciously formed yet, but instinct told her that whatever she did would be right. In a moment, she returned to the bed with the bottle of lotion.
Even more obedient than usual, as a result of the spanking, Angela had knelt up on the woman's bed. Her head was down and she still sobbed gently with her face on the spread.
Raising the maid's clothing and throwing it well up over her back, Victoria thrilled at the sight which greeted her. Angela had removed her panties completely and knelt with her knees a little apart.
Pouring the lotion into her palm, Victoria began to apply it generously over both buttocks. In a little, she noted that the maid had stopped sobbing. She heard rough, labored breathing other than her own and knew then, with a thrill of excitement, that Angela was enjoying the massage and not merely as something therapeutic after a spanking.
Her tone was gentle as she instructed Angela to move her knees farther apart. The crimsoned cheeks arched and swayed a little closer to her as the young woman quickly did as she had been instructed.
The lotion had been completely rubbed into the skin of the buttocks, but still Victoria's hands kept moving. Her touch was tender and exciting as it moved with teasing slowness down the bottom slopes of the buttocks and over the tops of firm, smooth thighs, stunningly white compared to the vivid scarlet above.
Angela made no protest and her posterior seemed to sway a little more as Victoria knelt beside her, held her around the waist with her left arm and began to rub slowly between the trembling thighs. She touched the soft warmth of Angela's vulva and the young woman gave a little groan and pushed her body back to meet the hand in excited welcome.
Victoria rubbed it with her whole hand then as she spoke in a husky whisper, telling Angela how beautiful she was and how excited she had become.
"Hurry," Victoria urged as she withdrew her hand and stood by the bed, "let us take all our clothes off."
Her eyes shining with excitement, Angela leaped off the bed, and began undressing. Since Victoria wore a girdle, it took her a little longer to strip so that when she was nude, she saw Angela waiting trembling by the bed, naked and lovely to behold.
"What are you going to do?" the young woman enquired in a tremulous voice.
"I'm not even sure, darling," Victoria said as she got onto the bed and drew Angela down beside her. "All I know is that it is going to be wonderful for both of us."
As if she were a male lover, Victoria drew the young nude woman into her embrace and they kissed passionately.
"Oh," Angela said in a surprised whisper when their mouths drew a little apart, "I didn't know women could kiss each other like that. It was wonderful."
"Yes dear," Victoria agreed, "come and lie on me and press your breasts against mine then we'll kiss again."
They did and it was a wonderful experience for both. After that, they turned over and after staring down at her lovely maid for a few seconds, Victoria slowly lowered herself, watched pink nipples meet, then pressed down on the eager, parted lips of the young woman as her body crushed in a way which was delightful to both.
Sitting up then, they began to fondle each other as Angela wanted to know all about the wonderful thing that was happening to them. There was little Victoria could tell her since she knew so little about it herself, but she did tell about what she had done with the girl in the school.
Because she had enjoyed having cunnilingus performed on her by a few male lovers, Victoria knew a lot more about the manner of doing it than she had as a student. She had never performed the act, but knew she could do it.
"Lie down, darling," she whispered, "I'm going to show you what it's like. I've never done it, but a few men have done it to me. There's a good girl, nice and wide. Oh you sweet little creature, it does look so lovely. It's wet now, but I shall make it wetter."
Her face pressed into the waiting crotch, she felt the warm, silken body give a lurch and heard the cry of ecstasy as she pushed her tongue inside to find the sensitive young clitoris.
Angela cried out often after that and her body threshed on the bed more violently than it had done while she was being spanked, but Victoria's hands were as strong as they were tender and she held the lovely young body so that her mouth never left the moist blossom until Angela cried her way through a shattering orgasm and begged her to stop.
After they rested in a comforting embrace for a little while, Angela was anxious to perform cunnilingus to discover what it would be like. More than anxious to oblige, Victoria rolled onto her back and opened her crotch wide. It had been a long time since the last male put his mouth between her thighs and she thrilled as Angela came down with her warm mouth and became very greedy.
Victoria achieved a beautiful orgasm. A little later, realizing how much noise they had made during their wild session, she jumped from the bed, ran across the room and pulled the door open quickly.
She heard a scuffle of feet and was just in time to see a maid duck around the corner of the hall. Victoria had seen enough of the black hair to realize that was Pearl, a maid just a few years older than Angela.
For just a moment, she felt panic, then actually smiled. Her mind moved smoothly and quickly as she decided that Pearl would have to be punished for daring to peep through the keyhole.
They dressed then and while Angela returned to her work, Victoria went in search of Pearl. The maid stood in terror when her employer approached her.
With an expression of disbelief, Pearl heard the woman tell her in a strangely gentle voice that she was to tell no one what she saw in the room. Victoria also promised to discuss the matter with her the following day.
The next morning, she took the maid to her bedroom and in the same strangely gentle voice, began to talk to her.
After a little urging, Pearl admitted that she had done it a few times with a girl friend when she was much younger, but had given up doing it when she heard that girls who did it went insane.
Victoria assured her that it was really a silly story. She then told the maid that she was going to spank her for her naughtiness of the day before and ordered her to strip naked for it. She wore a garter belt and nylons which Victoria told her she could keep on since it enhanced her beauty.
Waiting until the young woman stood nervously naked, Victoria began undressing. She too stopped when only her garter belt and nylons remained. She liked what she saw in the eyes of the young maid as she admired the more mature body of her mistress.
Sitting on the same chair she had used the previous day, she drew Pearl across her bare thighs and nylon tops, adjusted her until she was satisfied, then proceeded to give her a moderate spanking.
Knowing that in her excitement she had spanked Angela much too hard the previous day, she made sure that she did not lose control this time as she spanked and watched both directly and through the mirror.
After the spanking, they both went to the bed and, while Pearl still sobbed a little, she made no protest when told what they were going to do there. As she told her what it would be like, Victoria stroked and fondled the firm young body and invited Pearl to do the same to her. Pearl was quick to oblige and obviously enjoyed feeling the nude body of the woman after not having done such a thing since childhood.
After they had played with each other for a while, Pearl surprised Victoria by suggesting that they do it to each other at the same time.
It was the younger woman who guided them into position for mutual cunnilingus which they carried off very well. Later, Victoria laughed silently as she thought of how easy that seduction had been. In truth, she told herself, I do believe the little minx seduced me.
For more than a year, Victoria enjoyed a life of excitement with her two pretty maids and it could have gone on that way indefinitely, except that one Sunday, while she was in church, a visiting clergymen gave a particularly strong sermon not only on the evils of sin of the flesh, but the greater evil of corrupting others.
He talked of the fires of hell and the particular spot reserved for those who corrupt others by leading them into sinful ways.
Before he finished, Victoria found herself trembling. For days, she had nothing to do with the maids and spent most of her time alone in her room magnifying the damage that had already been done to her mind.
Eventually, she broke down completely, was placed in an institution and given to the care of a psychiatrist who saw at once the seriousness of her condition.
Recovery was a long and difficult matter, but she did return to a satisfactory state of mental health. During the process, her husband died. Instead of setting back her recovery, it seemed to speed it up considerably.
What his death meant, she saw, was that she was free to form normal male-female relationships and find sexual satisfaction with men as she had done before.
Able to smile easily by then, she told her psychiatrist what the maid had said about being warned that "doing things with other girls caused insanity."
He too laughed as he assured her that while there was no basis of scientific truth in the myth, the simple old wives' tale could be expanded scientifically until, quite beyond the original meaning of it, one would come up with a statement that could be accepted scientifically.
Having already been through it all, Victoria did not need to have it explained to her. Those who created the old myths and adages just did not understand the implication of guilt complex.
Only after it had been discovered and understood, could their claim be projected to the point where it contained an element of truth.
Think of all the frightened boys who have been damaged by the same myth applied to masturbation.
CASE HISTORY
Ginny age 35
We have discussed similarities between people of different nations and races before, and I believe that this case history is a perfect illustration of that point. When reading it, you will have to remind yourself that it took place in London rather than any American or Canadian city.
Ginny grew up during World War II when England took a merciless pounding from the German Air Force while waiting in dread for the invasion from across the channel.
With a stoic grace, they survived the bombing and the invasion never did come, thanks to Hitler repeating the error of Napoleon more than a hundred years before and heading for Moscow instead.
Despite the fact that the world seemed to be falling apart all around her, Ginny developed an impressive thirst for knowledge. When a lending library survived a bombing raid, she borrowed every type of book available. In school, she was inevitably at or near the top of her class.
That same curiosity led her into her first lesbian affair at the age of sixteen with a neighborhood girl of nineteen, home on leave from the WAAF (women's branch of the R.A.F.)
Despite the difference in age, Ginny had been in her class at school and they were reasonably close friends. It was only natural that they should talk about life in the service.
They were alone in Ginny's house that evening and it soon began to add an edge of excitement to the situation as her guest answered the younger girl's questions and planted enough hints to keep the questions coming fast.
It was not long before the older girl, Daisy, was describing in detail such acts as cunnilingus, mutual masturbation, riding, and use of artificial phalli in lesbian rites.
With seeming reluctance at first, Daisy went on then to admit that she had some experience in such matters herself. Ginny's curiosity rose to the boiling point and she was soon begging her friend to show her some of the things they did.
Daisy teased for a while, then, smiling excitedly, she removed her blouse and bra. Her breasts were considerably larger than Ginny's and quite exciting to the younger girl who had never seen breasts other than her own.
Quickly, she accepted the invitation to play with them and take the nipples into her mouth. In a little while, the older girl took her over and while Ginny trembled in nervous anticipation, Daisy stripped her naked before she began to fondle and kiss the pretty girl who had a nicely developed figure.
Taking off the rest of her clothes then, Daisy took Ginny to bed and began to teach her the rites of Lesbos. Daisy was a skilled teacher and Ginny an eager student who, at that first session, learned many things including licking the anus of a kneeling woman. During the evening, she lost count of the number of major and minor orgasms she achieved and decided that cunnilingus was a delightful game regardless of the role one adopted. She enjoyed it equally immensely either way.
Through the rest of Daisy's leave, they met often and brought Ginny completely into the world of lesbianism. It was a world she stayed in until Daisy had to return to her camp.
A little later, Daisy was killed when a V-2 rocket exploded beside a bus in London. Ginny was badly shocked, but she recovered.
Meanwhile, her reading on the subject of lesbianism told her that it was not all fun and games. There was rejection by society, calling of nasty names and possible emotional damage to be faced.
Germany surrendered shortly after that and there was jubilation throughout England. During a wild night of celebration on that May day in 1945, Ginny and a young soldier wandered away from their group and found a quiet place in a field.
Sexual intercourse was painful, but later, he assured her that it only hurt the first time. She felt no regret. It seemed like the thing to do at the time, she did it and that was that. With her hymen opened, she was free to get on with the business of being a woman.
She married at twenty-three and was a good wife to an intelligent young former fighter pilot and life was good.
There were tough times in England, but Ginny and her husband hardly noticed it. He did well in business and their major complaint was the rate of income tax.
Over the years though, he turned his attention more to business than to family life. What had been a good sexual adjustment right from the beginning became a neglected thing. More often than not, he was too tired to do anything but go to bed when he finished with his business homework in the evening, too busy playing golf and being with business contacts on the weekend, and, more often than not, Ginny went to bed either crying or wanting to because she was starved for the sexual fulfillment she so desperately needed.
In the moment of her blackest despair, Ginny received a phone call from an old friend in another city. The call told how her friend, Jennifer, then two years younger than Ginny's thirty-five, was leaving her husband and suing for divorce. She was terribly upset and needed a friend. Before Jennifer could ask, Ginny invited her to stay with them for a while.
To Ginny, the company would be welcome. Their one child, a boy of ten, was away in a residential school on which her husband had insisted. The husband was rarely home and it would be good to have her friend with her.
Jennifer arrived the following day. A few hours before her arrival, Ginny's husband called and asked her to pack for him so that he could fly to Rome that evening on an emergency business trip. It was old hat to Ginny, she had received the same call dozens of times in the past. This time, she was actually pleased. He would be away for a few days and she would be free to talk to her old friend without having to listen to his constant business complaints and plans to show how smart he was by outwitting competitors.
He had left the house about ten minutes earlier when Ginny saw Jennifer drive up. She hurried to the door to greet her. As the woman stepped inside, they embraced and for the first time since the age of sixteen, Ginny felt a thrill at holding a woman and being held by one.
Both were a little nervous over the sudden passion of their meeting, but they got over it. Ginny poured drinks, something she had been doing with increasing frequency the past few years, and they sat down to chat.
Jennifer told how she had pretended to ignore her husband's affairs with other women over the years, but when she found out that he had gone completely homosexual, it was more than she could take.
Being rejected for other women was one thing, being rejected for another man destroyed her femininity. No woman I have ever talked to under the same circumstances has been able to withstand this particular rejection.
Over more drinks, the women talked and Ginny told of how her husband had rejected her not for other men or women, as far as she knew, but for business. Rejection by the male was something both shared.
It had been a long drive and Jennifer lacked both the mental and physical stamina to cope with it. They decided to retire early and continue their conversation in bed for as long as they could stay awake, then return to it in the morning.
There was a bed in the spare room, but it seemed only logical that they should sleep together in the double bed. Ginny pointed out with an ironic smile that it was rarely used for anything else anyway.
As they undressed, Ginny couldn't keep from thinking that it was what she had done with Daisy so many years ago and remembering what they had done after undressing and how good it had been.
It distressed her to realize that with Daisy then, it had been infinitely better than with her husband over the past few years.
Jennifer didn't feel inclined to unpack her things and Ginny laughingly admitted that she liked to sleep naked anyway, so they agreed to ignore nighties.
In bed, with the light still on so that they could find cigarettes and matches, the women resumed their conversation. They kept returning to the point that all they wanted was a normal marriage to a normal man, and yet, neither seemed to have achieved it.
Conversation continued as the women discussed intimate matters. Jennifer pointed out that it had been more than a year since she had achieved an orgasm and Ginny informed her that while it had not been quite that long for her, it had been many months.
More than a few times, as they turned in the bed while smoking and chatting, they brushed arms, legs and breasts, but there was nothing deliberate about it.
After Jennifer's breast had grazed Ginny's upper arm as she reached to put her cigarette out in the ashtray, Ginny felt a surge of passion and moved instinctively to reach for her. Catching herself at the last moment, she stopped and thought of what she was about to do.
Suddenly, it was as if the sun had risen and the cold world was warm and beautiful again. Beside her lay a dear friend who suffered the same need as she, with her knowledge, she could make them both feel better.
With a little gasp of passion, she wrapped her arms around Jennifer's nude body and drew them into a warm embrace. Ginny found the other woman's mouth with hers and they were kissing passionately as their bodies pressed and rubbed with desperate urgency.
"Oh Ginny," the woman sobbed as they drew a little apart. "I don't understand. I feel so good, but I don't understand it. Help me. Tell me."
"There's nothing to understand, dear," Ginny replied warmly as she stroked the woman's face, then moved her hand down to fondle a warm breast. "We both offered our husbands good, healthy love and, for different reasons, we have both been rejected. If we don't do something, we shall both go insane with desire."
"Do you know what to do, Ginny?" the woman asked with tears in her eyes and her voice.
"Yes dear, I do, but it isn't important. Let's Just do the things we feel like. Let's make each other feel good again."
They kissed passionately again and later admitted that neither had been so well kissed in-ears. Their hands became busy and it did not matter to either that the erotic touches they felt were being provided by another woman. It felt good and nothing else mattered.
Their bodies became live wonderful things then as they threw the sheet off the bed and began to writhe in abandoned lust for the first time in years. Because there were so many things to do, so many exciting places to be touched, so many passionate kisses to be shared, it was a long time before they got around to performing cunnilingus on each other, but when they did, it produced magnificent orgasms for both and a richness of joy which both had forgotten could exist.
They enjoyed three delightful days and nights together, but it was not a continuing sex orgy. They talked and walked and listened to music and read and thrilled to the new happiness they had given each other.
By the time Ginny's husband returned, they had agreed that neither marriage could continue. Jennifer had already filed for divorce and concluded an arrangement with her moderately wealthy husband that he would pay well to have her divorce him on the grounds of adultery rather than homosexuality and mental cruelty.
There was an ugly session between Ginny and her husband, but when it ended, divorce had been agreed on with Ginny receiving support for one year to permit her to adjust to her new status. In the end, he seemed happy at being free to devote himself entirely to business without having to care about a wife and home responsibilities.
Ginny had never been permitted to really know her son, so she did not feel guilty about leaving him in the school under the financial care of her husband.
The two women waited until everything had been cleared up, then migrated to a major Canadian city where they found good jobs which permitted them to live well.
While they have thrown themselves completely into a life of lesbianism, they have nothing to do with the relatively large gay population in that city. They do not go to bars, do not play butch and fem in public and refuse to wear the lesbian label.
It is not that they feel any sense of shame (I have talked to them both). Rather, they simply feel that they are two completely normal women who, after unhappy marriages, have found a formula for happiness.
That the world outside, if their secret were known, would call them lesbians, matters not at all to them. They share an expensive, attractive apartment, attend the theatre, read and listen to music. They are ideally happy in every respect and have many friends who accept them as merely being two English career women who share an apartment.
Among other things, they provide a wonderful challenge to those who would condemn them for being lesbians and therefore, something less than normal.
I ask my readers whether it is better, if more normal, to live unhappily in a "normal" marriage, or happily in a "perverted" lesbian arrangement. I use quotes on two critical words in the previous sentence because they are words used by society, not by me.
Chapter 4. France
In a previous chapter, we spoke of myths as they applied to the people of England and Scotland. Here, I am convinced, I was exposed to more myths than anywhere else in the world.
I speak not only of the French people and their beliefs, but equally, of the notions about Frenchmen and Frenchwomen, right or wrong, which seem to have spread around the world to a perhaps greater extent than those involving any other land.
We hear conflicting stories that they are great or very bad lovers, that they are mostly artists at heart and almost as often, that they are lazy shiftless slobs.
For a little while during my most recent stay in Paris, I made a genuine attempt to study life there and the changes that had taken place since my last visit there before World War II.
In time, I realized that this would be a job for a committee, not for one man. There is now as there was then a collection of human beings in Paris. When one is ready to accept that without delving too deeply into racial and national characteristics, it becomes easier to leave to others the sociological results of a once great nation, having gone through a bloody revolution, slipping from prominence until it is just another of the middle powers, defeated in mere days during the second war, political and labor unrest and all the other factors which influence people in the way they think and act.
When I turned my attention instead to the field of human behavioral patterns, I found myself at once on more familiar ground. There I soon saw that there had been very little change in the outlook at the Frenchmen and, for the purposes of this book, Frenchwomen I met.
There was a time when the Catholic church exerted a strong influence over French lives, but even then, "sins of the flesh" were not regarded as seriously as the "sins of not attending mass and not supporting the church."
(Lest I offend, I submit this as my own personal view formed after many lengthy stays in Paris in my earlier years.)
On my last trip, I found that while the church now exerts far less control than it did previously, especially in the big cities such as Paris, moral codes and standards of sexual behavior have changed little if at all.
Narrowing this down to the lesbians I met there on this visit and previous ones, I find no trace of change beyond the fact that they dress differently. As the French say in a verbal version of the famed Gallic shrug: "Everything changes, everything is the same."
I had lengthy discussions with more than a dozen lesbians and a number of psychiatrists. From all of these I have selected a couple of case histories which will be presented at this point.
More than anything, I believe, they show that people are people before they are French. Read on and see whether you agree with me.
CASE HISTORY
Mathilde age 27
Having gone on at some length about similarities between people all over the world, I must observe here one area of difference. In France, Germany and Scandinavia, I have found that women talk more willingly and frankly, generally, than anywhere else in the world. This observation I base on my own experience.
Mathilde was not quite old enough to have consorted with the occupying Germans during the second world war, but she did blossom shortly after Americans appeared on the scene.
One American soldier relieved her of her virginity and she reports, as is so often the case, that it was something less than pleasant. She tried sexual intercourse a few more times after that and while it was not painful, it provided little or no pleasure and she began to wonder what was wrong with her that she was unable to find enjoyment in the act which was reputed to be so enjoyable.
Mathilde had an aunt in her early forties who was her very favorite person and had lived alone for years seemingly enjoying it. She went to her to discuss the problem.
Her aunt heard her out, asked a number of questions, then suggested that they both remove their clothes. Mathilde was stunned by this, but her aunt assured her that together, they would find a complete explanation to her problem.
When the older woman began to remove her clothes, the girl did the same.
Taking the girl to the bed, the aunt embraced and fondled her for a while, then kissed her on the mouth and asked whether any man had made her feel as good as that. Mathilde replied in the negative.
Smiling as she drew the girl back into her arms and went on fondling her firm young body, the aunt explained that only women knew how to please other women and that men are selfish pigs.
Continuing the explanation, she assured Mathilde that in the case of truly sensitive women, they are lesbians from the day of birth and only a woman can bring them true satisfaction.
(This is a theory frequently used and almost always rejected by psychiatrists. Lesbianism, contrary to the belief of many, is not a chemical thing, but an environmental one. One is born, then sexual patterns develop later when the child is exposed to its environment.)
It was an easy thing for Mathilde to believe since the hands and mouth of the woman were doing exciting things to her and making her feel thrills no man had ever shown her.
The anxious girl wanted to know more and more of this fascinating subject and the aunt was more than willing to oblige. She taught her niece all the way through mutual cunnilingus to orgasm, the first orgasm Mathilde had ever experienced.
Leaving her home the next day, Mathilde moved in with her aunt and remained with her in the role of lover for more than four years. Even then, the association ended only when the aunt died suddenly.
Alone after such love and protection, Mathilde was lost. For a while, she just drifted around making her money last as long as it could. Before long, she had an affair with a married man who provided her with an apartment, all the basics and some of the luxuries.
He was an older man and proved to be a good lover who brought her to orgasm frequently and made sexual intercourse quite enjoyable. Mathilde found the best of two worlds when she discovered that he enjoyed cunnilingus on her and they enjoyed that often.
During the affair which lasted more than three years, Mathilde made other friends through him so that when he was sent by the government to another country as a member of the diplomatic service, Mathilde chose to remain at home.
The rent on her apartment was paid for the rest of the year and he gave her a generous parting gift of cash. With what money of her own she had, Mathilde was not afraid. It could be difficult, she reasoned, but she could find a good job through her friends and find new interests.
The only point on which Mathilde was not sure was what sex these new interests would be. She had enjoyed both man and woman and both had provided pleasure.
Referred to an official of a large company by a friend, she was interviewed by a pleasant looking man in his middle fifties.
The interview in his office lasted more than an hour and moved from the chairs on which they sat to a comfortable long couch where they had sexual intercourse.
She got an even better job than she had expected. Her duties involved answering telephones, being receptionist and providing certain intimate services for her employer on demand. The last mentioned item assured her that she would be able to keep her nice apartment and continue adding to her extensive wardrobe.
He visited her apartment the following evening and it was not long before they were both nude. He was lavish in his praise of her beauty which he had not seen completely the previous day in the office. That time, he had merely felt her legs and thighs and, when she stood to pull her clothes above her waist, had fondled her buttocks.
She had lain back on the couch like that and he got on top of her right away. He did not bring her to climax, but under the circumstances, she didn't really mind that.
This time, she hoped, it would be better. It was not long before her hopes were confirmed. The man loved to play and Mathilde loved being played with. She saw that his penis was more than ready, but still, he covered her body with warm kisses and exciting touches while she writhed in hot delight.
The man brought her to such a pitch that even though the man climaxed rather quickly, there was time enough for her to achieve an orgasm. After a little while, he dressed and went home to his wife and family.
It went on this way for years and, while Mathilde could not understand a man having a wife and family in one house and a mistress in another, she did not let it bother her. If he liked it that way and if his wife could put up with it, then there was no reason, she told herself, why she should let it bother her.
Gradually, the man began to change. Although Mathilde was still a stunning beauty at twenty-seven, she found more and more difficulty in getting the man to achieve erection.
When they discussed it one evening, he told her it was easily cured. The cure involved his sitting in a chair with his legs apart and Mathilde kneeling between them. She had never performed fellatio before, but he soon taught her the art.
The erection came quickly and he was very pleased when he ejaculated in her mouth. Mathilde did not enjoy the act nearly as much as he, but she told herself it was just a phase and he would return to sexual intercourse in a while.
She was wrong though. For the next two months, it was the only service she was called on to perform for him. She was even called to his office and forced to crouch under his desk to perform it. Mathilde considered it debasing to have to behave like a dog.
While she was thinking of making him change or leaving, he informed her that he had found a younger woman for the job and offered her a lower paying post elsewhere in the company. Rejecting it, she found herself unemployed again, but unworried about it.
Shortly before leaving the job, she had made friends with a lovely young woman of twenty-two named Nana. They liked each other very much although Nana, aware of what Mathilde did by way of services to her employer, was not able to understand how a woman could do such things with a man.
Curious, Mathilde asked how she obtained sexual satisfaction, and was stunned when the girl replied that she did not do anything. She was afraid of men and had seen her mother suffer at the hands of one. She was determined that no man would ever touch her body.
Mathilde was very much aware of this one evening as she waited for Nana to visit her for the evening as had been planned.
It was unreasonable, she thought, that a beautiful woman of twenty-two should have no sex life at all. If men revolted her, then perhaps, properly approached, it would be possible for a woman to arouse her. Mathilde's version of arousal in this case meant taking her to bed and introducing her to the delights of lesbian love.
Nana arrived on time and, after Mathilde opened a bottle of wine and produced two glasses, they sat close together on the couch and began to talk.
At first, Nana wanted to know about Mathilde's plans to find a job, but Mathilde soon brushed that line of conversation aside and steered it around to things sexual. She was pleased to see that her guest was eager to discuss such matters with a woman a little older and a lot more experienced.
Mathilde was careful not to change the younger woman's attitude toward males. She told of what her employer made her do for him while she crouched, under the desk. Nana's face turned pale.
"You mean he does it in your mouth and you have to swallow it?" she asked in disbelief.
"That's right. Many men insist on that and it isn't very pleasant," Mathilde assured her and was pleased with the reaction she saw.
From there, Mathilde went on to talk about how sweet and understanding women can be when they love each other. Her words of explanation lowered until they were a little more than a passionate whisper. Without realizing it, Nana leaned closer so that she could hear every word.
Mathilde told of the tender beauty of her first affair and how each had been true to the other so that they would still have been happy if death had not parted them.
As she described long, warm evenings of love with the other woman, Mathilde slipped an arm around her waist and drew her closer. Nana did not resist.
Continuing to describe the many wonderful things they had done together, Mathilde reached through an opening in the front of Nana's dress and her hand closed over a cup of the thin bra. She squeezed lightly and felt Nana give a little shudder of excitement.
"Pretend we are lovers, Nana," she whispered as her hand continued to caress the firm breast. "Put your hands on my leg under my dress and stroke me. See how nice it feels."
Mathilde held her breath as the younger woman paused for a moment, then she sighed as she felt the hand obeying. Nana touched lightly at first, then more firmly and her hand moved up to the expanded fop of the sheer nylon, then moved again to massage the bare thigh.
Pulling them into a closer embrace then, Mathilde pressed her mouth against Nana's and found it more than willing. They kissed long and passionately.
Drawing back, Mathilde smiled as she opened her dress and pulled it right down to her waist. Without pausing, she unhooked her bra and took it off.
"They're so big and beautiful," Nana cried.
Turning a little on the couch, Mathilde guided Nana's hands to her bared breasts and it was all the younger woman needed by way of invitation.
After fondling them for a long time, the inexperienced Nana, without it even being suggested, carried one of the pink tipped globes to her mouth and began to suck on it greedily.
Confident then, Mathilde pulled Nana's dress up over her thighs and began to fondle the silken firmness she found.
Gradually, their clothes fell away as they moved in passion on the couch until only garter belts and nylons were worn. Nana pleaded to see Mathilde's vulva and the favor was quickly and gracefully granted as Mathilde fell back with her legs parted and raised them high. It required only a word of suggestion to have Nana bend her head and put her lips to the warm flesh in a thrilling kiss which seemed as arousing to her as it was to Mathilde.
After a moment, the positions were reversed, but rather than just kiss, Mathilde knelt by the couch and rubbed the feverish young body while she performed cunnilingus until she brought Nana to orgasm.
In a little while, Nana confessed that she had climaxed by digital masturbation before, but it had never been as good as the thrill she had just experienced.
Mathilde helped the girl continue her education as she moved into position and invited her friend to do it to her. Nana did and found it most exciting to feel a woman achieve climax under her lips and tongue.
After a little while, it was agreed that Nana would spend the night with Mathilde. Stripping off their garter belts and nylons, they walked naked into the bedroom, drew the covers back and fell into a new embrace on the bed.
Through the evening and much of the night, they talked a lot, but they also took time out to continue the joys to which Nana had been introduced. It was all new and lovely to her and she couldn't get enough.
Within days, Nana and Mathilde moved into a bigger and more expensive apartment, but since both were working, with Mathilde having found a new job almost immediately, it posed no financial burden on them.
For both, the affair became more than just lesbian lust. Instead, it developed into a pure and beautiful love match in which each devoted her life to the other as happens in only a few heterosexual marriages.
When I visited them during my stay in Paris, after a mutual friend had arranged for them to talk to me, I could find nothing about their actions and manners to indicate that what they said was anything less than the truth.
They have never established their marriage on a butch-fem basis, since neither cares to specialize. They found their original happiness by sharing both roles and the formula, although not the most common of lesbian arrangements, continues to serve them more than well.
CASE HISTORY
Danielle age 41
Rarely if ever have I seen as beautiful a woman as Danielle, or the countess, as she is called by her friends. Rarely too have I seen one as happy. She is, among other things, a hedonist without a trace of a cloud in her emotional sky.
She is blessed with the cheekbones, facial structure and inner strength which glows in her eyes which, I predict, will cause men to turn and stare when she has passed the age of sixty.
But in order to understand the countess as she is today, we must go back over her life and trace the depths which took her to the top of her mountain.
She was born to a career army officer and his wife and was their only child. Danielle concedes there could have been some drawbacks as a result of this, but can think of none nor are any traces of drawbacks ascertainable.
Her father insisted that she have a good education and so, after the stern discipline of her early days at home, she went to an exclusive residential school where discipline was no less firm.
When World War II seemed imminent, Danielle's father disagreed with other officers who felt that the Maginot line would hold back the German forces. Acting on that belief, he enrolled his daughter in an American school. She arrived in the U.S., two months before the outbreak of war in Europe and soon discovered how right her father had been about French defence.
In America, she was safe from the war, but, while it would have horrified her parents, not safe from sexual adventure. Since it was an exclusive school for girls, that adventure was of a lesbian nature.
When offered the opportunity by a girl two years older than she, Danielle hesitated. Still, she was beautiful even then and her friend persisted.
Although Danielle allowed a certain amount of petting and some fondling of a rather intimate nature, she had still not been quite fully initiated when her friend was caught in the act of performing cunnilingus on another girl and was, of course, expelled.
A few days later, Danielle was approached by a beautiful teacher in her early thirties. The woman observed pointedly that Danielle and the expelled girl had been close friends. She wanted to know just how much Danielle had done with the girl and promised that if Danielle told her the truth, she would not report a word of it.
Terrified, Danielle told all and was relieved that the tone of the teacher remained warm rather than angry through her recitation of the almost affair with the girl.
That same evening, Danielle, with the assistance of another teacher, was sneaked into the teacher's room after bed check. She wore only her nightie and a robe over it.
Although she could not understand what it was all about, she made no protest since the teacher was so nice to her. The teacher was still nice when she greeted the nervous girl, and, like her visitor, also wore a nightie, but with a nylon negligee over it.
The items the teacher wore did nothing to hide a truly splendid figure which was revealed excitingly as Danielle, standing for a moment in the semi darkened hallway looked through the filmy nylon which seemed to melt in the bright light behind the woman.
Inside the room, the woman smiled and invited the girl to sit on the bed beside her. Her eyes showing puzzlement, Danielle obeyed. Before the teacher sat beside her, she unfastened the belt of her negligee and permitted it to flutter to the floor at her feet. The nightie which she retained made her more nude than if she was naked and the girl caught her breath at the sight of her.
Danielle had been excited during her petting sessions with the older girl, but it was nothing compared to the churning she felt inside at the sight of the woman's mature and beautiful body. Her breasts were big and firm and stood straight out so that they held the nightie away from her. The light behind her showed every curve of her magnificent body.
Taking the girl into her arms, the teacher told the girl that there was really nothing wrong with two females finding excitement together, but that the school was just too stuffy to understand that.
There was more whispered talk as the woman's arm closed more tightly around Danielle, then, to the girl's surprise, the beautiful teacher was kissing her on the mouth and she was almost crying with a desire she did not really understand.
The teacher stood again, smiled warmly at Danielle, licked her lips with a wet tongue, then slowly pulled her nightie over her head, dropped it to the floor and stood naked.
Her body was even more beautiful than Danielle thought and she felt urgings in her body that had never been there before. When the teacher beckoned her to stand, she did. First her robe, then her nightie were removed by the gentle hands of the older woman, then Danielle stood equally naked for just a few seconds while the teacher feasted her eyes on the lush young body before drawing the girl into a passionate embrace.
They were about the same height despite the difference in age, and their breasts mashed together as they kissed in wild abandon. Their bodies had been touching all the way, but they rubbed harder when the woman moved her hand down to Danielle's firm, round buttocks and pulled her closer.
When their kiss ended, the woman guided Danielle down onto the bed and began to whisper exciting things to her as her hands moved over the firm young body and her lips, from time to time, placed gentle kisses on the girl's throat and neck.
Not many minutes later, Danielle experienced the first orgasm of her young life, with the mouth of the older woman pressed against her vulva. The tongue had retracted at the moment the spasm started, but the full, warm lips remained.
Although she felt wonderful, Danielle didn't understand what had happened to her. In a little while, the teacher, a competent teacher in all things, explained in warm whispers so that the girl could at least begin to understand.
Playing out her role of teacher, the woman gave Danielle more instructions, then parted her smooth thighs to allow the girl to first admire her vulva, then press her beautiful face into the waiting crotch where she passed her test in the fine art of cunnilingus. The woman's cry of delight at orgasm was Danielle's certificate the rest of her life no matter how many times she graduated.
Because a few of the teachers had a taste for young girls, there was always the underground railway to spirit a girl into the room of a teacher, so that, during the remainder of her stay at the school, Danielle often visited the room of the woman who had initiated her and they were never caught.
On graduation from the school, Danielle was distraught at the thought of being away from the woman she had come to love in every sense. Her heartbreak was not reciprocated though, since, although the teacher had enjoyed her times with the girl, she was content to find and train another.
Dejectedly, Danielle went to New York and obtained a job in a library. In time, she forgot about her loneliness as her beauty attracted the attention of many men.
Within two months, she was introduced to heterosexual love and, after getting over the pain of her first try, it turned out to be at least as enjoyable since the man was a good lover who understood the needs of a woman and the fear of a virgin who wanders into a strange world knowing that there will be a price of pain to be paid by way of admission.
Shortly after the end of the war, Danielle returned to France. America, she reasoned, had been wonderful, but her home was Paris and anyone who has seen that city would find her thinking easy to accept.
Her mother had died two years before, but her father was still alive although the war had taken its toll of his vitality.
With an excellent education in both French and English, Danielle had her choice of jobs in post-war Europe. For the first few years, she chose to sacrifice higher salary to work among the victims of war.
For her, it was rewarding work which gives an indication of the strength of character that is still hers. During the war, while others in Europe had suffered, she enjoyed life in the United States, but now that it was over, she felt compelled to compensate by passing up remunerative rewards to help those who had not been able to escape and had lived through the hell of it.
She became so wrapped up in her work that there was little time or desire for sexual activity and, beyond a few casual incidents of sexual intercourse and once involving in a lesbian act with a co-worker, she neglected her sex life.
And then, things got pretty much into order again and Danielle lost, once and for all, her interest in social work. A few months before that point, her father had died and left her much more in the way of financial support than she would have expected.
That some of it was the result of his dealings in the black market did not bother her at all. She was aware that many men in prominent positions had been doing the same thing and she would have respected the memory of her father less if he had not taken his share.
What really triggered Danielle's decision, was an offer of employment at a good salary as a photographer's model. It was not so much that she needed the money, there was no shortage for her, as it was a chance to have her body photographed to be viewed my millions of people.
Danielle was very much aware of her beauty, and hedonism had already moved in to take control of her. The man who employed her was a homosexual who viewed her as an attractive property only, but Danielle did not mind at all. Both male and female photographers hired her and, while she collected nice fees from both, she also enjoyed some thrilling sexual adventures with members of both sexes.
Her first serious affair came when she was called on to be one of two nude models for a perfume ad, an ethereal sort of thing with filters used to produce a cloudy effect.
As the models undressed they looked at each other, it was like electricity. Except for breasts, the other young woman was a little bigger and taller than Danielle, but stunningly beautiful. Danielle was aroused instantly. One look at the other woman told her the effect was mutual.
Although it was usual for models to wear a robe when walking from the dressing room to the adjacent studio, Danielle never did. The other model, seeing Danielle walk out nude, dropped her dressing gown and did the same.
It was one of those days when Danielle did not pose well and the exasperated photographer had reached the limit of his endurance by the time he got the pictures he wanted.
Back in the dressing room, they dressed hurriedly and in silence. Danielle asked the other woman to come to her apartment with her and there was instant agreement. In the cab, they talked little beyond exchanging names and addresses. The other woman was named Pierette.
Reaching Danielle's apartment, they closed the door behind them, stripped naked in the living room and fell into an embrace. After a few minutes, they walked to the bedroom and the other woman performed cunnilingus on Danielle without the usual preliminaries.
Later, Danielle offered to return the favor, but Pierette declined. This time, the foreplay became afterplay as the bigger woman began to admire, fondle and kiss Danielle's lovely, passion-warmed body.
It developed that Pierette could only take the aggressive role, but this did not bother Danielle. It was like being made love to by a man. The only thing missing was the dildo, but on their next meeting, Pierette provided that. She also told Danielle that she enjoyed spanking and administered the first of many spankings Danielle took from her during the affair.
In all, it lasted more than three years and came to an end only when Danielle refused to submit to a whipping from her lover who wanted greater thrills than spanking gave her.
After that, as if following an alternating pattern, she had an affair with a man that lasted little more than a year before she tired of it.
For another two years she alternated between males and females in casual relationships, then she met the count who, while not a Frenchman, had lived in Paris since before the war.
On their first date, the older man, in his mid-fifties, asked her to marry him but she was not interested. On the fourth date, she accepted.
Unlike most displaced counts, he was quite wealthy as his pre war investments in a Swiss financial house had been invested mostly in the United States and Canada and provided a more than comfortable income.
They lived in a fashionable house in a quiet district just outside the city. For a year, Danielle restricted her sexual activity to the rather good adjustment she had with her husband, but after that, she discovered that the maid, a woman in her late thirties was interested in lesbianism so she shared her body between husband and maid although the man never found out.
When Danielle was forty-one, her husband died and left her wealthy. Since the money was well invested all over the world, she was assured of a lifetime income which would permit her to live in luxury and then some.
Before deciding on her next step, Danielle had a few more sexual encounters with both men and women as she tried to decide what she wanted. One of these was with a young female hairdresser and it decided her. She wanted a very young woman who would serve as a sex partner, but without any involvement of an emotional nature.
A domestic placement agency sent a group of applicants answering the description she had given them, and the countess went about selecting her new sex partner.
The first two tensed up when she began to feel them out on the subject of lesbianism and instinct told her they would not be right. The third, a twenty year old beauty named Lise seemed more promising.
Lise's reference showed only six months experience, but she assured Danielle that she was a good worker and would work very hard for little money until she proved herself. Her intense desire to get the job was encouraging.
Asked about her personal life, Lise said she had no lover and had only one in the past. He had promised to marry her, but eventually left for another woman. From that one experience, she had come to distrust men.
While telling the young woman that she was prepared to pay double the salary a well experienced maid could expect, as long as the maid provided every service required of her, Danielle put a hand on the woman's thigh and felt the firmness of it through a thin dress. Lise did not object. Instead, she blinked at the mention of the unheard of salary and reminded the countess that she had little experience.
Assuring her that it was not that type of experience that interested her, Danielle steered the conversation back to a more intimate level and the applicant answered all her questions including a negative answer when asked if she had ever indulged in sex with another female.
Although she denied ever having done it, there was no sign of revulsion in her tone. Neither did she seem upset when the countess told her that the method of discipline she employed was hand spanking on the bare bottom. Lise said she was prepared to accept such punishment.
Telling her it was a test, Danielle had the girl stand before her and raise her clothes to the waist for a trial spanking. Although she was obviously nervous, the young woman did as she was told and Danielle's breath caught in her throat at the sight of the young beauty, enhanced as it was by filmy black nylon panties and black garter belt against the flawless white skin. It was more beautiful than anything the older woman had seen.
Gently, she caught the waistband of the panties and slowly pulled them down. The neat cluster of pubic hair was only a little darker than the shining blonde hair above.
As Danielle stared, the girl trembled, but made no sign of protest. Leaving the little panties just below the nylon tops, Danielle raised from the chair, drew her dress and slip well up, then drew the young woman down over her exposed thighs for the spanking.
Assuring her that it would be only a light spanking as a sample, she began to slap the beautifully rounded cheeks and felt their firmness under her spanking palm. After she had administered ten on each cheek, she stopped and thrilled at the bright pink surfaces as she listened to the gentle sobs issuing from the beautiful young woman.
Helping Lise to her feet, Danielle instructed her to hold up her clothes again. Bending then and holding Lise by the firm hips, she placed a reverent kiss on each warm buttock.
"Turn and face me Lise," she commanded gently.
Still holding her clothes up, Lise did so and showed again the beauty of her body from the front.
"Do you still want the job?" the countess asked.
"Oh yes, madam, yes please," the words tumbled out.
"Do you have to return to your home tonight?"
"No. I live in a room with a friend. She is seldom home at night and will not care what I do."
"Very well then, Cherie," the countess patted the still warm and tingling bottom of the girl as she talked, "pull your panties up and come with me."
The new maid trembled with excitement as she raised her panties into place and followed the countess. The journey ended in the lavishly appointed bedroom.
Without speaking, Danielle removed her clothes until she was nude. Not only was Lise surprised at her actions, but even more so at the surprising beauty of the body of a woman whom, she suspected, must be close to forty.
Still without speaking, Danielle began to undress her maid. There was no protest, but Lise trembled obviously, especially when Danielle removed her bra and panties and left only the garter belt and nylons in place as she took her new maid to the wide bed.
Telling the girl to relax and prepare for wonderful enjoyment, Danielle lay atop her and kissed her warmly on the mouth. She felt enough response to encourage her and promise more response in a little while.
Danielle began a slow exploration of the sweet body. For a little while, she fondled perfect young breasts and stared at the pinkish tips waiting to be aroused. With a deep sigh, she lowered her moistened lips to capture them one after the other.
While she aroused the nipples and caused them to get much bigger and darker in color, she felt Lise writhing in aroused passion and encouraged it with whispered words of how good it would be.
Slowly, she kissed her way down over the slope of firm tummy, then her kisses were lost in the dark blonde foliage as her hands drew willing thighs apart and she watched round knees rise, wide apart.
For just a few moments, she peered into the smoothness of Lise's crotch, then her face moved down. There was a little cry as her mouth found the vulva and another when her tongue moved inside and searched out the clitoris after an eager exploration of the warm, moist vagina.
Holding the trembling young woman comfortingly with both hands, Danielle brought her to climax and thrilled at the sounds and vibrations it produced.
After that, it was the turn of Danielle to be loved and, while admitting in a trembling voice that she had never done such things before, Lise assured the woman that she found it all very exciting and would do her best to make her mistress feel as good as she did as a result of what had been done to her.
For one who had never done such things before, Lise was close to perfect right from the beginning. Remembering what Danielle had done to her, and relying on instinct to show her how, she delighted the older woman with moist, loving kisses and exciting flicks of her tongue as she kissed and fondled her way down the trembling, fully aroused body.
As she approached the juncture of body and thighs, the countess turned over and, without being told, Lise covered her buttocks with ardent kisses and even parted the smooth cheeks to find more places for her lips and tongue to dart excitingly. As she did that, Danielle raised her body and projected her derriere for more. Lise gave her a lot more before Danielle turned over again and lay on her back with her crotch open and inviting.
Accepting the invitation eagerly, Lise began the act of cunnilingus and persisted beautifully until Danielle enjoyed an orgasm which rocked her entire body and left her feeling limp and lovely.
After a little while, they got up and, without dressing, went to the kitchen for something to eat. While the countess watched, Lise prepared a meal with smooth efficiency, especially considering what she had been through earlier.
That evening, telling the young maid that besides spanking as punishment, she also liked to do it for sexual enjoyment, Danielle took Lise over her lap and gave her a much longer and slightly harder spanking than she had done earlier.
Lise sobbed and cried through it, but later, as her employer held her on the bed, stroking and soothing the crimson buttocks, Lise raised her tear stained face and assured her that although the spanking had stung her buttocks, she did not mind it at all.
"It feels nice and exciting now," she said with a pleased expression. "You may spank me any time it pleases you to do so."
They began playing with each other then, and after a long, exciting session of foreplay, performed mutual cunnilingus which brought both to climax. After that, they went to sleep.
Lise began her duties, all of them, officially the following morning. When the older maid returned to the house after having been sent away the previous day, she received a cheque for one year's salary and an excellent reference. It helped soothe the hurt of her surprise dismissal.
Danielle had already planned a costume for her maid. It consisted of a little white cap in the classic style, a very short rayon mini dress with a neckline fashioned to show an exciting cleavage and a little of each breast.
Under the dress, Lise would wear only black, clinging panties and a black satin garter belt to support her long, dark, sheer nylons. The black patent leather shoes of her uniform would have heels a little too high to be practical for domestic work, but high enough to make her even more of a thrill to watch as she went about her work. Each time she bent, she would display the lovely white of her thighs as contrast to the black nylons and panties.
Seeing the designs, Lise was thrilled and couldn't wait for the garments to be made up. Influence and money was all it required to have Lise properly attired the following day with a promise that other dresses would be delivered in a very short time.
For the first few days, the countess felt overdressed compared to the scantily clad maid, so she usually went about the house in her bra and panties. After that, while still considering the maid's uniform exciting, she got used to it and dressed more normally.
While she frequently gratified her sexual desires with her maid, Danielle did not cut herself off from life in the world outside.
She had fairly frequent affairs with men and often she would take one home for the evening or the night. Although it was clear that the maid did not like being deprived of a place in her employer's bed at night, she bore up well with no outward sign of resentment.
Lise came to like the way men admired her in her short uniform dress and often made a point of having to bend over with her back turned to the male guest.
Once, entirely by accident, she spilled a drink on a man while serving him. Instantly, the countess grabbed the maid, tugged her little panties down, took her across her lap and spanked her soundly on the bare bottom while the guest looked on in delighted surprise.
While the maid was still pulling her panties up over her brightly colored buttocks, the man and the countess hurried to the bedroom. Understanding clearly, Lise smiled through her tears as she rubbed her tingling bottom.
After that, it was not uncommon for Lise to spill a drink or do something calculated to earn her a spanking. Each time, she would go over the lap of her mistress with her buttocks bared or be sent to the man who was invariably delighted at the opportunity to spank such a beautiful bottom.
Always, regardless of who spanked her, Danielle and her guest would hurry to the bedroom and the maid, rubbing while she smiled in arousal would follow close behind to peer into the bedroom through the keyhole. While watching, she usually removed her panties and masturbated.
Not wanting to be dishonest, she reported this to her mistress who laughed gaily and assured her that she loved the idea of having an audience while she was in bed with a man. After that, it became a regular part of the household routine.
It was a little more than a year after Lise went to work for the countess that I was introduced to her employer by the woman who had earlier introduced me to Mathilde, whose story was told in the preceding case history.
Lise admitted me to the house and, as she conducted me to the well furnished room where the countess greeted me, I was able to understand why the maid's uniform was considered so remarkable in design and in her manner of wearing it.
The maid remained in the room while I talked with the countess who was interested in the work I was researching and told her life story without a trace of hesitation.
At the same time, she did not seem to be boasting at all or showing any sign of verbal exhibitionism. I considered it a perfectly candid interview with a woman who dedicated her life to pleasure in its many and varied forms.
Later, the maid took part in the interview and, having heard her employer speak so frankly, she was able to answer my questions and offer her own observations in an equally frank manner.
The first indication of exhibitionism came after the interview had been completed when the countess asked whether I would be interested in seeing a demonstration.
Since the nature of my visit was entirely professional, I felt impelled to tell her that it was not necessary, but I saw that the woman was determined that I should view such an honest demonstration.
Calling Lise to her as she moved to sit on an armless chair directly in front of me, she lowered the maid's panties, drew her across her lap with the exposed buttocks gently arched toward me and administered a brisk spanking which colored both pretty cheeks very brightly indeed.
When the countess ordered the maid to remove her panties and perform cunnilingus on her, I really felt that I should leave, but Danielle reminded me that she had given me her full cooperation and that she was asking for the same from me.
While I sat, Danielle moved to a more comfortable chair, sighed aloud as the maid reached under her dress to take her panties off, then raising her clothes above her waist to display a remarkably beautiful body, settled back in the chair with her buttocks well forward and her head leaning back comfortably.
Kneeling between the shapely thighs, the maid rubbed Danielle's hips and buttocks as she brought the woman to an obviously strong orgasm before getting off her knees. Because of another appointment, I was forced to leave the company of the countess and her maid little more than an hour later.
It had been, without a doubt, the most memorable interview I had ever conducted and I look forward to visiting Paris again in the near future.
I received the invitation in a note from the countess at Christmas and she assures me that Lise is still in her employ and that life is wonderful.
For both women, I am confident, life truly is wonderful.
Chapter 5. Scandinavia
Many things have been written about the sexual freedom of Scandinavia and some of them are actually true. There is, in Sweden and Denmark which I visited, a sense of honesty in sexual matters which we would do well to emulate in North America.
And yet, I reject out of hand any suggestion that the people of Scandinavia are less moral than we. There is a vast difference between immorality and honesty and this, as I see it, is the difference between Scandinavia and my adopted country.
Here in America, we still tend to disapprove of sexual affairs between unmarried people. We call it adultery and in many states there are laws which make it a punishable offense. This is truly a perversion of justice.
We have only to go back to the days of prohibition in the United States to find an interesting parallel. In those days, the manufacture, sale and consumption of spirits was a crime.
And what happened? We all know that it did not prevent drinking. On the contrary, illicit drinking flourished and people who were not drinkers previously, began drinking because it was fun to do something that became naughty as a result of being made illegal.
Only now are we showing signs of developing a healthier attitude toward sex and beginning to permit a little light to shine in the bedroom.
Scandinavia moved in that direction well before we did and the people there seem healthier and happier for it. While our Supreme Court, in its wisdom, has begun to reverse convictions involving the censorship of literature, Denmark has wiped out censorship entirely.
Despite what our police and state officials, not to mention church dominated organizations such as Citizens For Decent Literature, say, the incidence of rape and associated sex crimes is proportionately much lower in the Scandinavian countries than in the United States.
This is not to say that all Scandinavians are smiling heterosexuals who practice nothing but sexual intercourse. There is homosexuality there as there is everywhere in the world.
In fact, in one coastal town in Sweden, a beautiful young woman, a lesbian whose story will be told later in this chapter, laughingly told me that in that particular town, there was probably more lesbianism than anywhere else in the country and with good reason.
The reason she gave was that numbers of fashionable Italian, French and German women frequented the resort area in season and liked Swedish men. As a result, there were times when there were just not enough males to serve the local female population, so lesbianism was the obvious alternative for them. I have not checked her story out with the Swedish Chamber of Commerce, but it makes an interesting story anyway.,
And on the subject of stories, let us turn to more case histories I was able to compile with the assistance of my colleagues in Sweden and Denmark.
CASE HISTORY
Brigete age 32
Brigete came from an upper class family, was well educated and did not have to take a job after graduation from university. She did though, since she preferred the life of a career woman to that of the idle rich.
Sexually, she was well informed and experienced having enjoyed many experiences with young men in college, and one, just to find out what it was like, with a slightly older girl.
She found them about equally enjoyable, but decided that a life of heterosexuality would provide less complications and, by choosing the right partners, could provide her with the pleasures of cunnilingus in addition to sexual intercourse.
This, I think, demonstrated a rather remarkable sexual maturity for one of her age.
Like many of the career girls she met, Brigete decided to postpone marriage for a while in order to enjoy the full freedom of her comfortable status.
But postponement of marriage did not mean postponement of her sex life. She had a number of affairs, but managed to avoid emotional entanglements. If any man threatened to become too serious, she simply broke off with him and moved onto another.
She did not try to hide from her partners the fact that there were other men in her life and they accepted that fact or moved off. Few rejected her though, since she was one of those stunning Nordic beauties who stood five-nine and had a body beautifully proportioned to her height in every respect.
Indicative of the firmness of her body was the fact that she wore a bra only when she felt it was appropriate since she needed one neither for support or for shaping her full breasts.
Once in a while, though not often, she would have her sexual desires satisfied with a woman, but the partner had to be beautiful, passionate and prepared to be both aggressive and passive. This latter quality was important since, in her opinion, the best part of lesbian love was a long while of petting and kissing followed by mutual cunnilingus one or more times.
How lightly she considered the swing from heterosexuality to lesbianism is indicated in one event she reported. She and another girl were alone in the office after having worked late in polishing the presentation of an advertising campaign.
Both had broken dates in order to get the job finished and, as they sat relaxing before leaving, they discussed it.
Her friend, a few years older than she and also single admitted with a rueful grin that she shouldn't have broken the date since she was suddenly in the mood for sex.
Matching the other woman's grin, Brigete admitted she had lived the life of a nun for almost a week and was very fed up with it.
"What would we do if we were on a desert island where there were no men?" her friend asked.
After sticking her tongue out and licking her lips a little, Brigete replied, "I know what I'd want to do with you."
With that, her friend got up and they went to the rest room together. Locking the door behind them, the women embraced and kissed, then moved apart to undress. They did not bother removing garter belt and nylons which would not hamper their activities and, like many women, they considered nylons a nuisance to put on and take off.
Nude then, they stood in another embrace, their big breasts mashing each other and their hands roving behind to explore there. Although they had known each other for almost a year, it was the first time they had even considered making lesbian love.
They sat on the couch and Brigete discovered that her friend liked playing as much as she did. They maintained contact in whispers and, when both were ready, they turned on the couch and brought each other to climax with mutual cunnilingus.
Later, as they chatted while dressing, both women agreed that it had been very good. They went on to agree that it was really too early to call it a night, they drove from the office to Brigete's apartment.
There, at the suggestion of the older woman, they sat in bra and panties and chatted easily over a couple of drinks until passion began to mount. The guest was delighted to hear that Brigete was like her in preferring sex with male partners and used women only once in a while for a change.
After exchanging stories about their early experiences with both males and females, the women reached the desired stage and began undressing each other.
Because of the enjoyable way they did it, simple jobs like removing a bra or a pair of panties took a long time, but neither seemed to mind that since there was no hurry.
Both were proud of their breasts with good reason and they spent much time playing with each other in that area before they got around to removing panties. When panties were slipped off, they resumed playing their games in the newly opened playing grounds and passion flared quickly.
When her friend wanted to ride, Brigete agreed even though it was not her favorite method. Lying facing each other, their thighs intertwined to get the desired contact of vulva on vulva, they strained until they achieved the clitoral contact necessary for riding if orgasm is desired.
Rocking in rhythm then, they proved ideally suited for riding and both reached climax at almost the same time. Since Brigete wanted another round of mutual cunnilingus before the evening ended, they remained nude as they enjoyed more drinks and conversation.
Just after eleven o'clock, they returned to the couch and brought each other to a nice orgasm in Brigete's favorite manner. After that, they dressed and Brigete drove her friend home.
They got together for an evening a few times after that, but both were content to spend most of their free time in the company of men.
Brigete was twenty-eight when she allowed herself to fall in love with a man. He was a commercial artist in the same agency who had been divorced a year before. Having slept together often enough to ensure that they had a good sexual adjustment, they married.
It was a reasonably good marriage and almost four years passed before they agreed, without unpleasantness, that they were not emotionally suited to each other. There had been too many quarrels, especially in the past few months and since neither saw much hope of improvement, they divorced as friends. This in itself is a rare feat, but one to be desired if divorce must be.
Brigete had gone on working at the agency and, since there had been no children (her husband had been very potent but very sterile) there was no difficulty about adjusting to single life again.
For a little while, she just drifted, renewing old associations and getting involved in a few new ones. More and more, she felt herself being attracted by beautiful young women, so, with the same calmness she had demonstrated after graduating from university, she decided to try her luck with a woman, preferably a younger one.
Looking around the agency, she spotted a few who looked interesting. Whether any of them would go for her plan, she knew, was another matter.
The best looking of the candidates was a twenty-year old secretary named Thula who worked in the secretarial pool. Concocting a project that would require much secretarial help, she asked to have Thula assigned to her for a week and had no difficulty getting approval.
Thula was extremely shy and that was one of the factors which attracted Brigete in the first place. A young woman of twenty who was so insecure, she reasoned, could be more easily led and leading was precisely what she had in mind.
When Thula sat so that she showed a nice expanse of nylon above the knee, Brigete would comment on what nice legs she had. Although the young woman would blush and try to pull her skirt down, Brigete knew she had thrilled the girl.
Brigete always managed to sit in such a way that Thula was able to see her thighs well above her nylon tops. Cautiously, Brigete observed that the young secretary was unable to keep from looking at what she displayed.
When going over something with the secretary, Brigete made sure that her breasts, unconfined by a bra, brushed the woman's shoulder or arm. Each time she did it, she saw that Thula gave a little shudder which, she guessed, had nothing to do with revulsion.
On the third day of working together, Brigete invited Thula to her apartment for dinner and a few drinks. While she was obviously nervous, Thula accepted eagerly since it implied approval, something she sorely needed.
That day, Brigete noted, Thula was dressed in her very best. She wondered whether the young woman had also chosen her finest lingerie, and whether she would get to remove it before the evening was over.
After work, they drove home in Brigete's car and there was enough conversation to keep the trip interesting. In a perfectly normal manner for her, Brigete hiked her dress up as she got behind the wheel so that she showed the tops of her nylons. She liked to drive comfortably and freedom for her legs was part of her concept of driving.
Thula was as impressed about the apartment as she was about everything else that was Brigete and the way she wore her mark of beauty and sophistication.
Brigete was both surprised and delighted when Thula said she would have a drink. Near the end of the first drink, Brigete announced that she felt grubby after a whole day in the same clothes and said she was going to have a shower and get into something fresh and comfortable.
She suggested that Thula come along with her so they could go on chatting, but the young woman nervously declined and said she would just sip at her drink and look through the many books which lined one wall.
While she finished her drink, Brigete calmly unzipped her dress and, looking completely casual, stepped out of her half slip. She had worn a bra that day because of the design of her dress, but it hid little more of the beauty of her firm breasts than the nylon panties did of her well rounded bottom cheeks.
Carrying her discarded clothing over her arm, Brigete walked slowly and with fluid grace from the room. As she did, she felt Thula's eyes on her and it helped compensate for the disappointment of her not accepting the invitation to join her in the bathroom where Brigete had intended to arouse the young woman by stripping for the shower in front of her.
Not the type to give up easily, Brigete went into the bathroom, stripped nude and adjusted the shower. While she showered, she hummed a happy little tune. She was unruffled about it all since Thula still waited in the other room and Brigete had confidence in both her beauty and her ability to use it to serve her own purposes.
After toweling, she went into her bedroom where she put on fresh nylons and a black garter belt, along with matching black bra and panties.
Rejecting the sheer negligees in her closet, she chose a white nylon one that was not quite sheer, but close enough to be teasing. Teasing was what it was all about, she told herself and she was determined to do it well.
When she glided back into the living room, Brigete was delighted to see Thula's eyes open wide at the sight of her.
When Thula complimented her on her beauty, Brigete smiled, thanked her, and poured another drink for the two of them. She sat on the couch with her drink and invited her guest to sit by her so they could talk without shouting. With nervousness that was quite obvious, Thula did so.
It was not long before Brigete brought the conversation around to a more intimate level. In doing so, she wrested from her victim to be, approval of her beauty and poise and a wish that she could be the same.
"What's so difficult about that?" Brigete asked as she held her glass close to her moistened lips and smiled. "You have the youth and beauty, all you need is the poise."
"It is easy for you to say that," Thula pouted, "because you already have it. I'm just a shy kid and I can't get over it no matter how I try."
"Then you are obviously not trying the right way," Brigete responded as she pulled the negligee back together about ten seconds after it had fallen open to reveal the perfection of her thighs. "A woman gains poise by living life and knowing what it is all about."
During the ensuing conversation, Brigete learned that Thula was still a virgin and had no sexual experience beyond a little harmless necking which had both excited and frightened her.
Just a little casual conversation elicited the fact that she was not happy about her virginity, but afraid to take the necessary steps to dispose of it.
In an effort to put the younger woman at ease, Brigete smiled as she talked about the days in college when she set out to learn about life. She told not only about her times with men, but also about her experiences with women who had been the first to teach her.
Thula gasped at this, but it was obvious that she felt an overpowering desire to learn more about it. She had, of course, heard about lesbianism, but really knew little more about it than the fact that it was something that happened.
A little at a time, Brigete told her about it, giving, each time, just enough detail to arouse her guest to demand more.
Pausing while she refreshed their drinks, Brigete came back to the couch and thrilled at the manner in which Thula devoured her with her eyes.
"Don't you ever wonder what it would be like to hold a beautiful naked woman and be held by her with your nude and aroused body pressed to her?" Brigete asked in little more than a whisper.
Blushing, the girl admitted that she had, for a long time, wanted to be naked with another naked person without knowing whether that other person should be male or female.
"But that's nothing to be ashamed of, dear," Brigete replied in a warm whisper. "It is a perfectly normal way for a beautiful young woman to feel. Why does it frighten you?"
"I... I'm not sure," Thula almost sobbed. "I want to know what it's like to give my body to a man, but the... the thing a man has is so big and hard and brutal looking that I can't let myself do it. I know it will hurt me."
"Perhaps so, dear," Brigete replied, "but a woman is not big and hard and brutal. A woman is soft and gentle and can understand how you feel. Perhaps it would be better to do it with a woman first."
"But... but isn't it a dirty thing for a woman to do it with a woman?" Thula asked without bothering to wipe the tears from her eyes.
"Look, dear," Brigete answered as she unfastened her negligee and pulled it right off to expose her lush body clad in only bra and panties, "tell me if you think I am hard and brutal. Tell me if you think it would be dirty to come into my arms and be held and kissed and fondled."
"You're so beautiful, Brigete," the trembling young woman cried. "I don't know what to do or say. I love you."
The last three words told Brigete all she wanted to know. Moving easily, she gathered Thula into her arms and kissed her passionately. Almost immediately, the arms of the young woman wrapped around her and the firm young body pressed urgently as the kiss progressed.
After that, it was a simple matter to undress the young woman who trembled, sighed and cried without resisting at all. Brigete guessed that it was what she had been waiting for all these years, someone, male or female, who was strong enough to strip her body naked and take her as she wanted to be taken.
Brigete did strip her naked and marveled at the beauty of the firm young body and the warmth that was obviously there waiting to be taken.
Standing by the couch and looking down at the almost nude form of Thula, Brigete removed her bra and panties so that she, like her lovely victim, wore only garter belt and nylons. There was no point in wasting the time it would take to remove them, so she left them on as she lowered herself to the couch and took the trembling form into her arms.
Interspersed with many kisses, Brigete taught Thula to play. The younger woman was more than just a good student, she was eager and willing. The closest she had ever come to sex play was once when a boy got his hand inside her blouse and squeezed a cup of her bra before she was able to get away from him.
Now there was no bra and Brigete covered one breast with her mouth which sucked greedily. Looking at the aroused nipple as Brigete moved over to the other one, Thula could hardly believe it was hers. She had never seen it that big and hard.
And then the dark, wet, aroused nipples became a matched pair as Brigete moved down Thula's writhing body with more kisses and rubbing until her hands were under the firm thighs pulling them up easily and with full cooperation.
"Show me yours," Thula pleaded in a loud, urgent tone.
At that moment, Brigete was kneeling beside her gazing into her crotch and preparing to press her face into it. Instead, she paused and, without releasing the lovely thighs, raised one leg and swung it over the panting woman. She took time to adjust herself so that her crotch was directly above the upturned face.
"Oh, it's so beautiful and so exciting," Thula panted as she reached up to stroke the exposed vulva with her fingers.
Brigete heard the loud cry from Thula as she pressed her lips to the virginal lips of the vulva and felt Thula's whole body jerk violently. There was another loud cry when, after the kiss, she inserted her tongue and found the aroused clitoris almost instantly.
But then Brigete got a surprise of her own when she felt her body being pulled down and cheeks brushing her thighs as the pretty young face came up in search of her vulva.
Parting her thighs wide, she pressed her crotch down on the moist lips and waited hopefully for the tongue to come into her vagina. It came.
Thula climaxed first and as she did, Brigete heard her cries of passion muffled in her crotch. Even though she was experiencing her first orgasm; Thula's tongue did not stop. In just a little while, Brigete felt her buttocks being rubbed as she enjoyed a wonderful orgasm with the young mouth still trying for more. While the women rested, they talked and toyed with each other. Brigete promised Thula a whole new world of thrills. It was only a matter of minutes before she began keeping her promise as she told the younger woman to kneel up on the bed with her head down and her buttocks up.
Thula had no idea of what was going to happen, but with complete trust, she did as she was told. Seconds later, she gave a gasp of delight as she felt the cheeks of her derriere being kissed wetly.
But that was not all, Brigete was determined to drive her wild with passion that first night, so she parted the smooth cheeks, gazed at the pink anus, then reached for it with the tip of her tongue.
While she tongued the young woman's anus, her hands held the writhing body firmly even though there was no danger that Thula would want to break away.
When Brigete finally released the well kissed and tongued bottom, Thula, her eyes shining with delight and excitement, wanted to perform cunnilingus again. Brigete, of course, was more than delighted to oblige and the young initiate did the job well so that Brigete climaxed again.
Later, just before they went to sleep, Brigete lay on her back and called on Thula to get over her and sit on her face. It was one of Brigete's favorite positions and that inspired her to give the young vagina a thorough going over so that Thula howled through a long, delightful orgasm.
In the morning, they woke early and, before getting out of bed, they brought each other to orgasm by means of mutual cunnilingus.
Later, while they prepared breakfast, they agreed that Thula would move into the apartment with Brigete and they would live together as lovers.
They did so for more than three years before Thula found a new lover, a woman closer to her own age. Brigete had broken her promise to avoid emotional entanglement and had fallen madly in love with the young woman.
When Thula announced that she was leaving, Brigete fell apart. After much screaming, she rushed into the bedroom and swallowed more than half a bottle of sleeping pills before Thula was able to wrest the bottle away from her.
Thula called and ambulance and Brigete was rushed to the hospital. Following her recovery, she was taken to a mental hospital for treatment.
Although she has since been released, Brigete has not been completely restored to mental health. She continues to visit the hospital as an out patient and her psychiatrist is hopeful that she will soon be completely recovered.
Then, Brigete plans to move to another city and make a new start in life. She is not sure whether she will do this as a heterosexual or a lesbian, but swore, when I talked to her, that she had learned her lesson about emotional involvement.
CASE HISTORY
Ingrid age 25
Ingrid's background was middle class in every respect. She first had sexual intercourse at the age of seventeen and found it painful but promising. Later, she found it quite enjoyable.
At eighteen, she became pregnant by a married man with whom she had been having an affair for a couple of months. On hearing the news, he became violently angry and beat her rather badly.
When Ingrid got over the beating, she told him she wanted an abortion. He refused to pay any of the cost until Ingrid shrugged and told him she would send the bill to his wife. He paid all the costs.
The experience soured her toward men. Instead of blaming him alone, she transferred the guilt to all males and swore to have nothing to do with them in the future. She was sure she would miss sexual intercourse and all the associated arousal, which she had come to enjoy immensely, but the shock of her lover's attitude and of the beating he had given her in his anger overcame her desire for sex.
She discovered the alternative of Lesbianism about four months later while riding on a crowded bus. Ingrid felt the same hand brush her buttocks three or four times before she turned to berate the man.
To her surprise, she faced the smiling face of an older but attractive woman. For a moment, she was puzzled as she again turned her back to the woman. The hand brushed her buttocks again and Ingrid was surprised to find the touch thrilling. It had been a long time since any hand, male or female had touched her.
She found herself pressing back against the hand which became much bolder then as it found the cleavage of her buttocks and followed the line down and under her until it moved into her crotch as she moved her feet apart to give it room.
"We get off here," the woman whispered as she began to work her way toward the front of the bus.
As if hypnotized, Ingrid followed her and knew that no force on earth would be strong enough to keep her from going with the woman. She had heard of lesbianism, but had never thought of the possibility of getting involved in it.
On the sidewalk, the woman patted Ingrid's arm gently and pointed toward the apartment building. It was obviously an expensive one. Looking the woman over, Ingrid saw that her clothes also reflected money. It seemed strange to her that a wealthy woman would be riding a bus and feeling the buttocks of strange women.
"I'm so glad I found you, darling," the woman whispered as they walked into the apartment building. "I promise I'll be very good to you."
Even though Ingrid had already guessed that the woman was a lesbian and was taking her to her apartment to make love to her, the verbal confirmation of it was both shocking and exciting at the same time.
"I don't know," Ingrid replied nervously, "I've truly never done anything with a woman before."
By then, they were alone in the elevator and the woman blinked in shock at the words. It was a little while before Ingrid could convince her that she was telling the truth, but when she did, the woman was ecstatic at the thrill of seducing a beautiful young woman for the first time.
All the way from the elevator to the apartment door, the woman whispered exciting things to her about how good it was for a woman to have another woman make love to her. When she walked into the apartment, Ingrid was sure that not only would she permit the woman to do what she wanted, but that she would enjoy it.
All the pent up hunger of her body suddenly came alive at that moment and she couldn't wait to be seduced. A moment later, she proved it as the woman took her into her arms to kiss her. Right from the beginning, Ingrid's kiss was as passionate as the woman's.
Putting an arm around Ingrid's waist, the woman then led her to the bedroom. Both knew what was going to take place, so there was no point in wasting time on preliminaries.
In the bedroom, the woman picked up the hem of Ingrid's dress and slip and raised them slowly as she bent to watch the unveiling of the long, shapely legs.
"Oooh, what a beauty you are. I just can't believe my wonderful luck."
"Please tell me what to do," Ingrid replied in a trembling voice. "I like the way I feel, but I don't know what to do."
"Have no fear, darling," the woman responded as she drew the clothes right up over Ingrid's clinging panties, "I'll do everything. All you have to do is enjoy it."
To Ingrid's surprise, the woman only rubbed the back of her panties for a few seconds then dropped her clothes back down.
Stepping back a little, the woman hurriedly stripped naked except for garter belt and panties. It shocked the girl to see how she became excited by the sight of the woman undressing and baring her body. Except that her breasts did sag a little, the woman had a good, big figure and looked very strong and capable.
When Ingrid asked whether she too should get undressed, the woman told her to wait a moment and she would undress her. As she dropped her expensive panties to the floor, the woman walked back to Ingrid and began unfastening her dress.
Ingrid just surrendered her body as the woman gradually undressed her. After her dress and slip had been taken off, the woman embraced her again and they shared a long and very passionate kiss.
Toward the end of it, Ingrid felt the woman's fingers unhooking her bra. Ending the embrace, the woman held one cup of Ingrid's bra in place while she slipped the strap off the other arm to bare one breast.
It was a beauty and even if Ingrid had not been aware of it, she would have known by the excitement she saw in the eyes of the woman.
With the same slowness, the woman pulled the other strap of the bra off and bared the beautiful breast. Dropping the bra to the floor, her hands became bra cups then and they very quickly aroused Ingrid's nipples.
Ingrid heard herself tell the woman how good it felt and was rewarded by having the woman bend a little and carry one of the pink tipped breasts to her mouth. She sucked it much better than any man had ever done and Ingrid didn't want to try to stop trembling, but doubted that she could anyway.
After she had sucked both breasts, the woman took Ingrid to the bed and told her she would take her panties off in a little while.
Instead of lying on the bed, the woman sat and drew Ingrid down onto her lap. The big thighs felt warm and comforting under her and she raised her face to meet the kiss she saw coming. It was good to be held that way and kissed with such passion.
Ingrid couldn't believe that a woman could kiss with such wonderful passion, but she told herself that it was true and that she was sharing the best kiss she had ever tasted. Her buttocks and thighs began squirming on the welcome lap under her and she heard the woman add an excited sigh to the kiss.
Very gently, the woman eased the upper portion of Ingrid's body down onto the bed while keeping her on her lap and turning her over. Ingrid realized she was almost in spanking position, but she didn't care. No matter what the woman did to her, she realized, she would enjoy it.
Slowly and lovingly then, the woman began to slip the sheer white nylon panties over the swells of her buttocks. As she did, she made a sound which was a mixture of labored breathing and sighing. It sounded almost like music to her and she could feel the gradual exposure of her buttocks as the woman continued to ease the nylon down very slowly and with obvious excitement.
When her buttocks were completely bared, Ingrid felt strong, smooth hands clutch her buttocks and draw them apart. It was something she had never felt before and it thrilled her to realize that the woman was peering at her anus. No man had ever evidenced any interest in that part of her.
And then the woman was tapping the firm cheeks.
It was like spanking, but so light that she could have taken a million such spanks without it hurting. Before long, she found herself wishing the woman would spank her.
As if the woman had read her mind, she suddenly gave a hard spank and held her hand firmly on the cheek. When she asked if Ingrid liked that, the girl almost shouted a yes and the next spank followed almost immediately.
She spanked slowly but with stinging force and while Ingrid sobbed and heaved across the comforting lap, there was no doubt that she enjoyed being spanked for the first time in her life.
When the spanking stopped, there was a tingle in her buttocks that was the most delicious sensation Ingrid had ever known. It was, she was sure, better than the feeling of an orgasm.
They lay on the bed for a while, the older woman holding and comforting the girl, their bodies rubbing, their lips meeting in a kiss from time to time.
And then the woman was moving down in the bed, reaching for Ingrid's thighs and drawing them apart. Ingrid heard the deep sigh that was almost a cry, then, she did hear a cry but it was her own as she felt the mouth of the woman pressing against the sensitivity of her vulva.
The mouth remained there, the tongue active, until Ingrid achieved an orgasm.
When her body relaxed again, Ingrid was turned over and the strange woman fondled her buttocks which still tingled from the spanking. Ingrid asked if she could do cunnilingus on the woman, but was told that she didn't like it that way.
The woman played with her for a while longer, then turned her over and performed cunnilingus again until the girl climaxed.
Giving Ingrid only a couple of minutes to rest, the woman told her to get dressed and go home. Ingrid felt a sense of disappointment, but knew there was no choice.
She asked the woman if she could visit again, but received a negative answer. The woman told her that she got her kicks by picking up a strange woman and seducing her. After that, it just wouldn't be any fun for her.
Puzzled, Ingrid said good bye and left the apartment. Riding down in the elevator, she told herself that it had been the most wonderful experience in her whole life and that she would have to find some way of doing it again. How or with whom she had no idea.
During the next week, Ingrid had the urge many times to return to the woman's apartment, but she recalled the firmness with which the woman had refused that and knew there would be no point in trying.
In her desperation, Ingrid broke her old promise and accepted a date with a man. He did not show romantic interest until the third date. By then, Ingrid had decided to break off with him unless he provided her with sexual intercourse.
At his first tentative touch, she pressed closely against him and told him she liked it. That gave him courage to do more.
He had fondled her thighs all the way up to the warmth of her clinging panties and she had opened the front of her dress so that he could play with her breasts, and Ingrid was burning with passion. She asked him to come to her apartment where they would have more room.
He drove badly in his excitement, but they made it. She closed the apartment door behind them, kissed him lustily while rubbing against him and feeling the aroused strength of his penis, then took him into the bedroom.
Both undressed quickly and fell onto the bed. He would have begun sexual intercourse immediately but she told him she wanted to be played with for a long time.
She had to guide him, but that was not difficult even when her guidance led him to perform cunnilingus until she climaxed, but even then she wasn't ready for intercourse.
After resting for a minute, she had him play with her for another little while until passion soared again. Then she told him she was ready. Although it was not long before he ejaculated, Ingrid enjoyed another orgasm.
Not long after that, they married. For the first few years, it went reasonably well, but Ingrid could never forget her first lesbian partner and only lesbian experience. With time, the thrill of it magnified in her mind.
When she was twenty-five, her husband stopped performing cunnilingus and, even when she begged for it, he told her he didn't like it and didn't consider it normal.
Prior to that, he had only laughed when she asked him to spank her and refused that too. In reality, he was interested only in sexual intercourse and even when he engaged in foreplay, it was because she demanded it.
One day, while walking out of a store, Ingrid felt a hand on her arm and a rich, feminine voice said, "Don't I know you?"
With a start, she turned to look into the face of the woman who had seduced her so many years ago. Ingrid's expression told the woman how pleased she was to see her again.
After only a couple of minutes of conversation during which the woman introduced herself as Margrit, she suggested that Ingrid go to her apartment with her. The invitation was accepted almost before she finished issuing it.
They took a taxi and were there within a few minutes. A few minutes after that, they were both naked and Ingrid lay across the lap of the woman having her buttocks spanked for the first time in so very long and the second time in her life. She cried and sobbed as she heaved and twisted her bottom, but she loved it and the woman understood and spanked harder until both cheeks glowed a bright red.
Without waiting for Ingrid's crying to stop, the woman turned her over and brought her to a noisy climax by means of cunnilingus.
After that, they talked and Margrit told her how the one experience with her had changed her outlook about needing a different partner each time.
It was bitterly ironic to Ingrid that all the time she had been hungering for the beautiful woman, Margrit had been feeling the same about her.
Margrit wanted her to come and share her apartment so that they could be full time lovers, day and night, but, on the verge of tears, Ingrid told her that she was married now and that even though her husband was not a good lover, he was a good man and she couldn't walk out on him.
By way of compromise, they agreed to meet either at her apartment or Ingrid's as often as they could during the day while the husband was at work.
Less than a month later, fate treated Ingrid kindly at last when her husband came home one evening and told her he had been offered a good promotion, but it would involve his being out of the city an average of two weeks a month.
She saw that he didn't want to take the job, but Ingrid was quick to point out the advantages to him and to stress that if he turned down one promotion, he may never be offered another.
Moved by her understanding and unselfishness, he kissed her more warmly than he had in a long time and told her he would accept the promotion. He also promised that while he was away, he would remain faithful to her at all times. It was easy for her to answer with a straight face that there would never be any other man for her. It was a truthful answer because she didn't mention any other woman and her husband would never even think of that possibility.
Ingrid began to compensate for all the unhappiness and frustration of the past then. She and Mar-grit met almost daily and never tired of their wonderful games. When her husband was away, Mar-grit would sleep with her in the big bed and they would fall asleep late and tired each night.
They composed various games in which Ingrid was very naughty and earned a spanking. She would be the tearful, pleading little girl who begged nanny not to spank her on the bare behind, but her pleas were never listened to.
Each time, she would either strip naked, or pull her dress and slip up above her waist while the stern nanny scolded and pulled her panties half way down her thighs. Then she was taken over the firm lap and, while being reminded of her naughtiness, soundly spanked so that she cried, kicked and pleaded while the spanking hand rose and fell.
After the spanking, of course, came consolation in the form of cunnilingus. Always though, it was Margrit who performed the act.
There was only one exception and that came a few weeks after the beginning of their affair. Ingrid had been begging Margrit to let her try it and, at last, the woman broke down and told her she could do it, but only once. After that, it was made clear, they would return to their regular roles.
After much foreplay during which Margrit retained the role of aggressor, she lay back and told Ingrid to go ahead and do it to her.
Trembling with anticipation, Ingrid peered at the waiting vulva framed by the upraised thighs and portions of buttocks. She would have gazed even longer, but Margrit told her to hurry and get at it.
Pressing her face into the warmth of the wide crotch, Ingrid licked her lips and pressed them against the softer lips she found there. The act had been done to her often enough so that she knew exactly how to do it.
She pushed her tongue inside, moved it around as she tasted woman for the first time, then found the clitoris. Despite her attitude, the woman under her was vibrating with arousal and Ingrid stimulated that with her hands as well as her mouth.
It was not long before Margrit climaxed and Ingrid was thrilled by both the sight and sound of it as Margrit moved away from her and writhed on the bed-with her thighs rubbing and her mouth open wide as if gasping for air.
Ingrid was sure then that she had won the woman over to the point where she would accept cunnilingus often. A trembling swept over her as Ingrid realized how much she had enjoyed doing it to another woman.
Only a few minutes later, Margrit conceded that she had indeed enjoyed the orgasm, but would not permit it to be done to her again.
They almost quarreled then, but finally, Margrit was able to explain that she could enjoy only the aggressive role and that by taking the passive, she destroyed herself as a butch.
Reluctantly, Ingrid agreed, but even as she did she knew that somehow she had to find a woman who would take as well as give cunnilingus.
One day, less than a month later, Ingrid received a visit from the young woman who lived in the next apartment. She was a couple of years younger than Ingrid and a pretty little thing with nicely formed breasts and legs.
They chatted for a little while and it was clear that the visitor had something on her mind and was afraid to say it.
Curious, Ingrid urged her on until at last, she blurted out the fact that she had heard sounds of spanking from Ingrid's apartment, but only when her woman friend was there.
Realizing what she had said, the woman blushed madly and would have fled from the apartment if Ingrid had not stopped her with a smile and a hand on her arm.
Nervously, the young woman, Greta, sat again and Ingrid sat beside her.
"Haven't you ever heard of spanking for fun?" Ingrid asked gently.
The young wife admitted she had and, opening her purse, drew out a book which contained stories of spankings and good illustrations of people being spanked.
"I do think you are interested in the subject," Ingrid said with a teasing grin.
Greta admitted that was so, but also admitted that she had never been spanked even as a child and had never given a spanking or even seen one.
Ingrid kept the conversation alive and the visitor eventually admitted that each time she heard the sounds of spanking from Ingrid's apartment, she became sexually aroused. It was weeks later before she admitted that as she listened to the spankings, she tried to picture what it looked like and masturbated digitally as she did so.
After they finished looking through the book, there was a momentary pause, then Ingrid stood and reached for Greta's hand. Together they walked into her bedroom and she saw Greta trembling. It was partly nervousness, she knew, but she hoped that the other part was anticipation.
Ingrid turned the radio on, dialed around until it provided the music she wanted, then she turned the sound up high.
Smiling, but not speaking, she then quickly removed her dress and half slip. She wore matching green bra and panties and, while the color was unusual for lingerie, she knew how it set off her brilliant blonde hair. She knew too that her figure was excellent and was having the desired effect on the younger woman who had earlier admitted that she had never done anything with another female.
Sitting on the bed, Ingrid instructed Greta to stand beside her and raise her clothes to her waist. Nervously, Greta did so and Ingrid gave a little whistle as she saw the beautiful legs and thighs and the tempting curves of fully rounded nether cheeks barely confined in sheer, white nylon panties.
Reaching, she caught the waistband of the panties and pulled them down very slowly. She felt it was a shame the woman hadn't worn nylons, but that didn't really spoil it. As she drew the panties well down Greta's thighs and again admired the lovely buttocks and thighs, Ingrid told her to wear a garter belt and nylons next time she came for a spanking.
Greta told her she wasn't sure she would want to come again, but Ingrid only smiled and told her she would be back for more very soon.
She guided the young woman down onto her lap then and felt her heart pounding as she stared at the undraped beauty on her lap.
"Will it hurt?" Greta asked in a trembling voice that had a trace of tears in it.
"A little," Ingrid replied, "but it will be the most exciting hurt you ever felt. Just pretend you're a naughty little girl and I'm your teacher punishing you."
Ingrid deliberately avoided using the usual fantasy of scolding and humiliating which she and Margrit played when she was spanked, for fear of confusing and perhaps alarming the young woman.
Instead, she wrapped her left arm firmly around the bare waist, raised her right hand and applied a light spank. A few seconds later, she spanked the other cheek. Spacing the spanks about three seconds apart she went on to deliver a spanking that would have been quite light by her standards, yet, before she stopped after twenty-five slaps on each cheek, Greta's buttocks were tinted a nice pink and she was sobbing, crying and kicking her pretty legs.
As she stopped spanking, Ingrid pulled the two of them onto the bed. In doing so, she made sure that Greta's clothes were pulled well up so that she could reach to massage the spanked bottom.
Ingrid knew enough about spanking to know that the pink buttocks were tingling and would be receptive to a hand that would soothe as it rubbed, then would move on to an even more sensitive area.
The young woman was sobbing only lightly as Ingrid drew her into her arms and began massaging the warm, smooth, firm buttocks as her victim made no protest at all, but instead, snuggled comfortably in her embrace.
"How does it feel, Greta," Ingrid asked as she alternated rubbing and patting of the cheeks.
"I'm not sure. I... it's better than... I thought it was going to be."
"Of course it was, dear. The first time, everyone is afraid. After that you find it gets better each time."
"Is that what you and your friend do?" Greta asked in a tone which contained excitement.
"Oh that's only a part of what we do, dear. Are you really interested?"
"I... I don't know."
The young woman was curled against her in such a way that by stretching a little, Ingrid was able to slip her panties down all the way and let them fall off her feet. Her legs were free to be parted then.
Turning Greta a little, she felt the warm buttocks press against her thigh and hip as her hand moved around. As her hand began to move between the silken thighs, Greta uttered a few words of protest, but her thighs belied her words as they moved apart.
Without hurrying, but without delaying either, Ingrid slipped her hand all the way into the warm crotch until she was rubbing the even warmer vulva. At that, the words of protest stopped, Greta issued a few sobs, then groaned as Ingrid brought their mouths together in a kiss which grew from a light beginning and became wildly passionate.
"We'll take our clothes off now, darling," Ingrid said in an excited whisper, "and I'll show you how we have our real fun."
Instead of waiting for a reply, she began unfastening the woman's dress. When it was opened all the way, she helped the young woman to her feet and thrilled as Greta stood stunned to have her clothes taken off.
Ingrid had intended undressing first, but changed her plan to take advantage of the woman's temporary numbness. Instead, she hurriedly removed Greta's bra and panties, and, after slipping out of her own, helped her back onto the bed.
Again, Greta began to make sounds of protest, but pressing her nudity down onto the woman's, Ingrid stilled the sounds with her mouth and tongue.
Within seconds, Greta's arms wrapped tightly around her and she felt the lovely young body jerking upward in a most convulsive manner. The battle was over and she had won the victory. The spoils of war promised to be truly wonderful.
With Ingrid taking the lead, the women began to fondle each other and stoke the fires of desire which already were blazing hotly.
They played for a long time, Ingrid does not remember how long, before, moving down on the young woman, she fitted her face between the trembling thighs, pressed her mouth to the warm, moist vulva and brought the screaming woman to climax.
There were a lot of things to talk about after that as they lay together naked on the bed. And there was more than just conversation. After a while, Greta wanted to try her hand at spanking. Ingrid was delighted to oblige and quickly went over the naked lap. With just a little encouragement, Greta spanked hard enough to make it satisfying.
Eventually, Greta mustered up her courage and performed cunnilingus on Ingrid. At the end of the day, before going back to her own apartment, Greta admitted it had been great fun and wanted to come back the following day.
In an unusual act for a lesbian, Ingrid told Mar-grit of her conquest. The older woman was angry at first, then relented and agreed to go along with In-grid's suggestion that the three get together for fun.
They met at Ingrid's apartment the following day and the menage a trois was born.
Now, two years later, it is still very much alive. The doctor who introduced me to Brigete and told me of her and Thula, introduced me to Margrit who induced her two lesbian friends to join her in talking to me to aid in explaining the story of lesbianism to the other world.
Like lesbians everywhere, they want to be understood and not branded as something dirty and perverted. Their wait may be a long one, I fear, since that other world is not yet ready to be informed and understanding.
Chapter 6. Germany
While it is difficult to generalize on the characteristics of any country, it is, perhaps, much more so in the case of Germany, especially the period from 1933, when the Nazis came to power, to the present.
It was still a nation of artists, musicians, philosophers and great doctors, but there was another element, a sinister one.
People made their choices according to their belief or the effects of outside forces. Some found it easy to choose one side or the other, many tried to take the middle road and found it perhaps the roughest of all.
There were those too, who closed their eyes or tried to or pretended to.
In 1945 came the total defeat and the end of the myth of superiority. With that too, came full disclosure of the death camps, gas furnaces, and other assorted atrocities. A national guilt complex, perhaps the strongest in recorded history, was born.
A new generation of children grew up in frightening confusion. None of us wants to believe that our nation and our people have been justly condemned by the rest of the world as sadists and killers, and yet, the trials at Nuremberg could not be denied or ignored.
To later generations, it would be easier, but to the generation we are considering in this chapter, nothing was easy.
We may be witnessing something of a similar nature in our own country today. Much of the world condemns us for our actions in Viet Nam, many of us believe the condemnation to be justly based.
As the war goes on, more and more Americans will feel the pangs of national guilt. True, we do not employ gas chambers, we have not set out to wipe out an entire race of people because of their racial origin, but we are killing people because of their political belief which they have not attempted to impose upon us.
We do not have gas chambers, but we do have napalm.
Still, the purpose of this book is not to discuss politics, so, having established the fact of national guilt and national confusion, we shall return to the subject of women who seduce women and, as usual, employ actual case histories to elaborate on the subject.
CASE HISTORY
Eve age 32
Eve was born during the early years of the Third Reich. Long before she became aware of things around her, the country was at war. In childhood, she became frighteningly aware of the droning of planes and the exploding of bombs.
But there was something even more frightening in her life, something that changed the entire course of it completely.
Eve thinks she was six years old when she became aware of it. It happened by accident when she awoke in the night and walked softly to get a drink of water.
As she passed the parental bedroom door, she heard excited voices in the room. The tone was so different that she could not resist staying to listen.
She could hear the words, but at first she couldn't believe them. Her father, an officer, was telling her mother in vivid detail, the story of torturing a woman.
When she began to listen, he told of how the woman had been stripped naked. Her mother, in an urgent tone, kept telling him to go on and asked questions about how the woman looked, how big her breasts were, how loudly she cried and screamed.
As if unwilling to believe that it really was her parents, Eve crouched at the keyhole to peer into the room. Not only did she see her parents, but they were on the bed naked.
Her father's penis was fully erect and her mother was fondling it while her husband's hand played between her thighs. In their arousal, the two talked more loudly so that the girl heard every frightening word clearly.
There was a detailed account of how he had wielded the whip and lashed her nude body, how the woman had screamed and danced while he whipped her and how his penis had achieved erection as he did it.
Interspersed with his words, were the curses and crude words of her mother as she demanded to hear more and more and almost cried as she said how much she would like to watch the man lashing and torturing a woman.
And then she watched her mother throw herself down on her back with her legs spread wide, the knees bent. She saw the big vulva between the massive bare thighs. Her father knelt between her legs, his penis held in one hand then lowered onto the woman and seemed to push it into her.
Eve trembled and felt her body growing terribly cold. Her father kept slamming down on her mother's belly and the woman was cursing and moaning as if suffering terribly. It was as if she were being tortured as the other woman had been.
And then both parents were groaning and cursing and her father stopped bouncing on her mother. In a little while, she heard her mother say that she had to go to the bathroom so Eve scurried back to her bedroom.
She lay awake for a long time that night, her young body cold and trembling, her mind shattered by the terrible confusion and fear of things she could not understand.
She sensed, correctly, that she would never forget the sight of her father, naked and slamming up and down on her mother with his big thing stuck between her legs. Equally frightening were the words they used and the awful groaning and moaning. Eve hoped such a thing would never happen to her.
Unable to contain the terrible secret, Eve waited until her father had left for work, then asked her mother to tell what it was all about.
Instead of explaining anything, the woman began to shriek at the girl. She called her dirty and nasty and a spy and many other things.
While still damning the frightened girl with words, she tore her panties down, took her over her lap and gave Eve a cruelly hard and long drawn out spanking.
Not content with that, she went to the bedroom and returned with a wide leather belt. Stripping the girl naked, she doubled the belt and swished it until Eve was burning and felt fire all the way from her knees to her waist as her mother spared no part of that area although she concentrated mostly on the childish buttocks.
That evening, when her father returned, he took her into the parental bedroom. She received a stern warning of what would happen to her if she should ever again peek or listen at the door or if she should mention anything she had heard to any person.
The warning involved bringing one of his whips home and doing to her what she had heard him tell about doing to the woman.
The warning completed, Eve was forced to strip bare and go over her father's lap. While her mother watched, her eyes gleaming with excitement, her father spanked her on her still stinging and sore buttocks.
He used only his hand, but he spanked so hard that it hurt as much as the belt had. Despite her pain as she heaved and squirmed on her father's lap, Eve felt the outline of his penis, big and frighteningly hard. She recalls the terror of wondering whether he was going to do that awful thing to her that he had done to her mother.
When the spanking stopped at last, the man repeated the warning he had issued earlier. Ordered at last to go to bed, Eve turned to do so. Her mother, she saw, had already removed her dress and slip and was taking her bra off.
Instinctively, Eve knew what her parents were about to do. She ran naked to her room and closed the door behind her. After a long time, she cried herself to sleep.
After that, there were many beatings for her. In most cases, there was no justification for them at all. Both parents spanked and strapped her and each time the other watched. Always, she saw or felt the bulge in the front of her father's pants and always it terrified her.
One day while Eve was in school, dreading the inevitable return home where both parents awaited her since her father had not gone to work that day, her troubles ended when a bomb scored a direct hit on her house.
Returning home, she found the whole district destroyed. Someone told her that her parents were dead, but Eve didn't cry. She felt better than she had in weeks. Her parents were bad and God had punished them, she told herself.
Eve spent the rest of her formative years in an institution with other girls whose parents had been killed.
Although her mind still bore the scars of her ordeal, her strong young body developed beautifully. In time, the war ended, but Eve remained in the institution.
She adjusted to life there and still looked forward to the day when she would be sixteen and permitted to make her way in the world alone.
Eve was a good student and learned well, body and mind developed at a good rate. When her body had grown enough to attract interest from one of the older girls, Eve suddenly found a good friend.
Within a week, the friendship developed into something else. The older girl had obtained a key to the laundry and, in the quiet of a Sunday afternoon when that department was closed, Eve accompanied her friend there without knowing at the time what the purpose of the trip was.
Inside, they sat on a mound of sheets and the older of the two began to talk about the magic rites of womanhood in words Eve did not really understand.
If her mind did not comprehend, her body did when her friend, with a smile, removed her blouse and bra to bare a good set of breasts. She invited Eve to touch them and in a minute, Eve was following instructions by playing with and sucking them.
Not long after that, the girl removed Eve's blouse and bra and was lavish in her praise of the beauty of what she saw.
The game went on smoothly from there with a nervous Eve following the lead of her partner until both were nude and each girl was showing the other her vulva. Eve was excited and afraid, but she did not dare lose face by admitting her fear so she went along.
From looking, they moved on to touching and in just a little while, Eve lay back panting as the other girl, her hands gripping Eve tightly, pressed her face into the girl's crotch and performed cunnilingus until Eve climaxed for the first time.
In a little while, the other girl wanted the same. It was a difficult thing for Eve to do, but she did it. After all, she reasoned, she had enjoyed having it done to her, so it was only reasonable to do it to her friend.
Before she brought her friend to orgasm, Eve surprised herself by finding that the act was terribly exciting and most enjoyable.
They met often after that and by the time she left the institution to take a secretarial job that had been arranged for her, Eve was a confirmed lesbian.
In addition to that, she knew what the act was that she had seen her father doing to her mother so many years ago and also understood about his having tortured women and telling her mother about it to arouse her sexually.
All in all, it was what would be called in hippie parlance, a bad scene. The older girl had taught her well and as a result, Eve vowed that no man would ever do that to her.
After a nervous start, Eve did well on her first job. Her boss, a pleasant man in his early fifties, did not try to hide his interest in her, but Eve, employing feminine instinct, made it equally clear to him that she was not interested in that sort of thing.
She looked up her friend from the institution and, after much difficulty, found her. The girl was living with an older woman in the role of lover. She urged Eye to find a woman with money and live off her without having to work.
Although her friend made the arrangement sound good, it did not seem right to Eve. Thanking her for the advice, she took her leave and went back to the boarding house where she lived.
Not long after that, Eve received her first serious setback. She stayed behind one evening to help her boss with some special work. She did not realize that as she entered the office, the door was locked behind her.
After a few minutes, he stood and as she looked over the desk, she saw that his penis was exposed and that it looked so much like her father's.
She screamed once, then he had his hand over her mouth and was telling her that if she made another sound or any protest at all, he would kill her.
In a little while, she was naked and he was lying atop her with his brutal strength taking her virginity. The act was as ugly as she had imagined it as a child and even more painful.
At the conclusion of the rape, the man handed her an amount of money equivalent to a week's salary. Numbly, Eve took it and put it into her purse. She dressed quickly and left the office.
She never went back. In a few days, she found another job in a bigger office where she felt it would be safer for her with other people around. Her mind remained filled with thoughts of pain and humiliation based on her first employer and the way in which he confirmed what she had felt about sexual intercourse since that time she had watched her parents doing it.
To Eve, it was associated with pain and ugliness in every respect and she determined not to allow herself to get into a position where any man could ever do it to her again.
In her second job, she found people pleasant so that she soon settled down and forgot about the terror of rape and all the associated pain. When any young man showed an interest in her, she cooled it immediately and before long, they stopped trying.
The first approach she did not discourage, came one day while she was eating lunch in the restaurant where she usually ate. It was an older woman, one who seemed to be in her mid-thirties.
They chatted and Eve found herself telling about her bad beginning in life and her years in the institution. The woman was gentle and understanding and, from time to time, patted her hand as she talked.
They met again the following day and the woman invited Eve home to her apartment for dinner. With delight at having been accepted by an older woman, especially one who looked so sophisticated, Eve eagerly accepted the invitation.
Before the evening was over, Eve found herself naked again and thrilled once more to the wonderful things that her friend at the institution had taught her.
The woman was naked too, and while her body was not as young and firm as her own, the very maturity of it carried a special interest and attraction for her.
Eve spent the night with her and they performed cunnilingus on each other many times before they left for work in the morning.
Eve returned to the apartment after work that day and they made love again. That evening, Eve agreed to give up her apartment and come to live with the woman.
Eve stayed with the woman for more than ten years although she always held a job and paid her share of the cost of keeping the apartment. The affair ended when the older woman died from injuries received in an accident.
Keeping the apartment which she could then well afford, she began looking for another partner. Her lover had told her about bars where lesbians hung out and Eve began frequenting them with a firm determination to find a new lesbian lover.
It was not long before she found one and this affair lasted more than three years. This woman too was a little older than Eve and was the leader in every respect. While she delighted in performing cunnilingus, she did not accept the act in return and this did not please Eve.
When she could no longer tolerate the arrangement, Eve moved out while her older lover was at work one day. Next time, she promised herself, she would be the leader in her lesbian love affair.
It was a little more than a month before she met Trudi, but the minute she did, she knew she wanted her to be her next partner.
Trudi was a black haired beauty of twenty-one who stood out in an office filled with blondes. Her figure had the firmness of youth and the ripeness of generous maturity. It was a devastating package to Eve who vowed she would seduce the young beauty and have her for her own.
She began by being friendly and helping the young woman feel at home in the office. After that, she invited Trudi to her apartment where they chatted, listened to records, and in general, got to know each other.
Eve felt she was ready to go ahead with the seduction of the young woman, but lacked the courage. On Trudi's third visit to the apartment, Eve got as far as having the guest dance with her. After their dances, Eve brought the conversation to a more intimate level and discovered that Trudi, for all her beauty, had no boy friend because she was too shy to go out with a young man.
The next time Trudi visited, Eve was ready to make the ultimate gesture to gather her young friend into the fold.
Again they danced and again Eve brought conversation to the intimate level. After they had danced to a waltz, their bodies close throughout, Eve continued to hold Trudi as their mouths met in a passionate kiss.
For just a moment, the younger woman froze, then she melted under the intensity of the moment and their kiss became a wild and wonderful thing.
The music still played, but Eve led her victim to the couch where they sat together and began another kiss which lasted for a very long time.
When it ended, Eve began to tell the younger woman of the things she had learned about how men are brutal, while women are gentle and tender in the act of love.
Trudi resisted for a little while, then she began to fall under the spell of Eve's warmth. Before long, Trudi was raising her full red lips to kiss and each time, Eve was more than willing to oblige.
Surprised at her sudden confidence, Eve opened her dress and pulled it down to her waist. Only the black lace bra was in place to cover her body above the waist. In just a little while, Trudi's hand was covering one cup of the bra as Eve whispered exciting things about what she had done with the girl who taught her what it was all about.
The rest was easy. Trudi made no protest when Eve not only removed her dress, but her slip and bra as well. Eve's mouth was warm and hungry as it tried to devour the firm young breast; she felt the tender nipples come alive and grow big and firm between her lips and under her licking tongue.
And while her mouth was occupied there, her hands went down to find silken thighs and partially hidden delights in the clinging nylon panties warmed by the aroused young body which writhed in a manner that told Eve there would be more writhing to come for both of them.
To her immense delight, Eve felt nervous fingers first touch, then unhook her bra. It fell loose and two hands at the same time moved under her to find her breasts. It felt wonderful when Eve realized that hers were the first naked, aroused breasts the young woman had ever touched.
Deciding it would add to Trudi's excitement, Eve moved away a little so that Trudi could see them, watch her hands as they moved caressingly over the silken slopes of womanly flesh.
In a moment, Trudi replaced one hand with her mouth to continue her exploration on a more intimate level. Eve saw an exciting passion in the eyes of the young woman and with a deep sigh, surrendered her breasts completely as she squirmed while pushing her dress and slip over her hips and down her legs until, like Trudi, she wore only panties, garter belt and nylons. Somewhere along the line, both had lost their shoes, which was hardly surprising.
When Eve decided that enough time had been spent on breasts, she turned and began to slip Trudi's panties down.
Trudi made one small, pained protest as she felt the most intimate region of her body being bared, but Eve knew it was not a serious protest and soothed the younger woman with whispers as she stripped the warm nylons down long, shapely legs and dropped them to the floor.
Standing by the bed, she insisted that Trudi take hers off and told her how good it felt to do that to a woman.
The soft hands that began to pull the panties down trembled, but they did it and Eve thrilled to the little moan of passion she heard as the young woman bared her buttocks and mons veneris and they fell all the way and Eve was able to step out of them naked.
Standing by the couch almost directly above Trudi's face, Eve spread her thighs and smiled as the young woman settled for a glimpse first, then moved so that her head was between Eve's legs and she looked directly up into her crotch.
"Isn't it exciting, darling?" Eve asked in a husky whisper.
There was no reply, but she felt two hands stroking the back of her thighs through and above her nylons and, for just a moment, feared that her legs would no longer support her.
Eve wanted to see Trudi's then and the young woman told her she couldn't find the strength to stand. That didn't matter, Eve assured her, since she didn't want her to stand anyway.
Instead, Eve dropped to her knees, her full breasts swaying and dancing before the excited eyes of the young woman on the couch, and reached for the silken thighs.
As she did, she looked again at the nest of black hair shining like onyx against the heaving, gently rounded white tummy.
Following the gentle lead of her hands, the legs went up and opened easily and Eve stared at the vulva which had never been seen by other eyes. As she did, her tongue came out and licked a film of moisture over her lips.
Her fingers were gentle as they touched what she had just seen, but it still caused Trudi to give a little jump of excitement.
Pushing the young woman back and raising her thighs high, Eve draped them over her shoulders as she moved her face down to meet the moisture her fingers had brought to the surface of the warm vulva.
Her lips pressed against it, and the girl cried out as she felt the kiss where she had never previously been touched, let alone kissed. She cried out again when her vagina was penetrated for the first time as Eve forced her tongue well inside and began to move it about.
She wasn't really searching for the clitoris, she knew just where to find that; rather, she wanted to arouse Trudi even more before she closed in on the clitoris to bring her to climax in the way of the daughters of Lesbos.
For a long time, Eve toyed with the girl as her hands stroked the jerking, writhing body, then she brought her tongue to the clitoris and settled down to the erotic task she had set for herself.
It seemed to be no more than a few seconds before the room quivered with sound and excitement as Trudi experienced orgasm for the first time in her life.
When Eve released her in a little while, she was shocked to see and hear the young woman sobbing. Taking her into her loving arms, Eve was delighted to hear Trudi say that she was crying only because it had been so good.
In a just a little while, Eve lay back with her thighs well parted and guided Trudi in position. It required very little guidance indeed before the younger woman had her face buried firmly in Eve's crotch and her tongue was making delicious contact with the moist, aroused clitoris.
Eve soon climaxed beautifully and massaged the cheeks of the woman with her smooth thighs. When Trudi moved up on the bed, they kissed passionately and each savored the flavor of woman.
For Eve, the kiss was delightful since she had come to love the taste of woman in a kiss. For Trudi, it was almost as exciting as an orgasm and as she thrilled to it, her arms squeezed and her body rubbed the older woman who had introduced her to such intense joy.
Needless to say, they spent the rest of the evening and much of the night dabbling in the erotic arts and producing at a great rate. Trudi discovered she had no inhibitions at all. At one point, she surprised herself and Eve when, while admiring the buttocks of the older woman, she parted them and planted a moist kiss on the anus using both lips and tongue.
When she saw that it caused Eve to squirm in delight, it encouraged her to persist so that her mouth remained between the woman's buttocks for a long, lovely time.
The following day, the two women went looking for an apartment together. They found a pleasant one that they could easily afford on their combined salary and began a wonderful new life.
Eve had what she wanted in the form of a young woman whom she could control, while the arrangement provided an older, more sophisticated and experienced woman which was just what Trudi wanted.
Their affair lasted for almost ten years before fate played its next cruel trick on Eve when Trudi decided she wanted a younger woman.
Without saying anything to her lover, she began to look for her new ideal. In time she found a curious, beautiful girl of eighteen and, thanks to her experience, Trudi was able to seduce her.
Only then did she break the news to Eve who took the blow very badly. She attempted suicide, but was found in time and taken first to a general hospital, then a mental institution.
Eve has since been released as apparently cured, but it meant beginning life at a very late age. As a result of one terrible experience, her life between the ages of six and forty-two was dictated by forces really beyond her control.
It is a sad story indeed, but then again, there are probably not enough books available to record all the sad stories of the world.
CASE HISTORY
Gerda age 26
Gerda was too young to know about the war. It ended when she was a baby and before she became aware of things around her, West Germany had entered the boom post-war era so that life was relatively normal.
Her father was a factory worker who provided reasonably well for his family. She was about average through her school years, was popular, had a slightly too big figure to suit her, but her face was beautiful.
Gerda had her first sexual experience at the age of sixteen. It was a homosexual one. Her tutor in it was a woman in her early thirties, a lesbian (although Gerda's parents were not aware of that) who worked as a masseuse.
(One cannot help but be struck by the fact that for a practicing lesbian who enjoys variety in her sex life, it is the ideal occupation since every client she meets is nude to begin with.)
Gerda's parents were away for the weekend, her brother, three years older was serving in the army, so that woman and girl were alone in the house.
They had gotten along well from the time the woman, an old friend of Gerda's mother, moved into the house about two months previously.
With a little help from the masseuse, their conversation on Saturday morning got around to her work. She spoke in glowing terms of the wonderful life she enjoyed massaging the bodies of beautiful women day after day. She neglected to point out that a number of the women who came to her were old, fat and flabby, but the woman operated on the philosophy that a little truth could be better than a lot of it if there was a good reason for it.
It was not long before Gerda was asking what it was like to be massaged, which was just what the woman intended she should ask.
Pretending surprise at hearing that Gerda had never had a massage, the woman made her feel quite gauche, although it was done in a gentle way. Pointing out to Gerda that since she was so concerned about her size, massage could help her reduce, the older woman suggested it was the ideal thing in her case.
Although Gerda was nervous about the idea, she did not dare mention it for fear that the woman would consider her a silly little girl. It was not long before the older woman had cleared the dining room table, placed a mattress and sheet on it, and, producing the bag of supplies she carried when making a house call, announced that all was in readiness.
Gerda's hands froze when it came time to begin taking her clothes off. In desperation, she admitted that she was shy about it.
Telling her that it was perfectly normal for the first time, the woman told her she would put her at ease by removing her own clothes. She stripped down to bra and panties and Gerda was shocked at the strange sensation this produced in her.
She knew it didn't make sense for a woman to be excited about seeing another woman in bra and panties, but she couldn't help it. The sight was made more exciting by the fact that the woman wore dark, sheer nylons which clung to her firm, white thighs in a loving caress. The taut, black suspenders pressing in contrast against the smooth, white skin only served to increase the effect for Gerda.
This time, Gerda was able to undress to her bra and panties. She was not wearing either garter belt or nylons. Again her fingers refused to function, but the woman spoke gently as she reached around the girl to unfasten her bra, then bend and gently slip the white nylon panties down and off. When she stepped out of them, Gerda was nude.
Her eyes shining with excitement, the woman lavished compliments on the girl's beauty. In this matter, she was able to tell the entire truth. Although bigger than she wanted to be, Gerda was indeed beautiful. She wore, at the age of sixteen, a thirty-six-B bra and her breasts were still developing. In spite of this, they seemed just right and in proportion to the rest of her body.
Her bigness, she was five-foot-eight, did not extend to fat or flabbiness, so that she was much more beautiful than she realized.
The woman helped her onto the table and, aware of Gerda's nervous state, had her lie on her stomach first until she became a little more adjusted to the fact of her nudity in the presence of another woman.
Using a scented oil, the woman began by massaging her shoulders and upper back. She worked slowly and efficiently and Gerda marveled at how good it made her body feel.
She was still working at a comfortable pace when her strong hands began to massage firm buttocks. While the woman delighted in the firm smoothness of them, Gerda was doing her own delighting at the wonderful sensation the strong hands produced as they cupped and rubbed the cheeks.
When the woman complimented Gerda on the beauty of her buttocks, the girl sounded sad as she commented that they were too big. Prepared for that answer, the woman told of clients who came to her for the sole purpose of buttock massage to reduce the size.
Gerda became interested at once and the woman agreed to give her a sample. The sample consisted of a brisk, but not hard spanking which brought a lovely pink tint to the cheeks and caused the girl to sob a little by the time the last few were being delivered.
Telling the girl that many women not only sobbed, but cried loudly during the spankings they had asked for, the woman told Gerda she would explain more about it later as she poured more oil into her palm and began to massage the firm young thighs.
In a little while, it became necessary for Gerda to open her thighs so that the massaging hands could reach the inner surfaces. Before that was finished, Gerda was fighting back sighs and concentrating on not writhing in passion. She had never know anything as exciting and it was magnified by the quite delicious tingling in her buttocks.
The woman helped her turn over and the massage became a thing of erotic arousal such as Gerda had never even imagined, let alone experienced.
While she massaged, the woman talked in a husky whisper of women who came to her to receive a buttock massage while lying over her lap rather than on the table. They demanded severe spankings, she pointed out, and many asked that she use either a strap or a light cane to administer it. With an almost impish grin, she hinted that other things happened later, after the spankings had been administered, and was sure that Gerda would want to know more. She was right.
When Gerda asked to hear more, the woman began to tell of some highly erotic incidents, but as she did, she parted Gerda's thighs and after lightly massaging the inner areas, she timed it so that she was describing digital masturbation just at the moment she placed her fingers on Gerda's vulva.
This time, Gerda could not hold back the cry, nor could she do so when the woman inserted a ringer into her vagina and, while still talking, found the girl's clitoris and began to masturbate her.
It was the beginning of a two day orgy during which Gerda was conducted on a complete tour of the world of lesbianism.
On command, she removed the woman's bra and panties and, on the pretence of massaging, rubbed her hands over the entire body. She also performed the vaginal massage that the woman had brought her to climax with and, later, thrilled wildly as the woman brought her to orgasm by means of cunnilingus.
During the evening, the woman lay over Gerda's lap to have her buttocks spanked, then lay on the table while the excited girl tested her skill with the strap and the cane. Her clientele being what it was, the woman never travelled without both implements in her bag.
They slept together that night and, after the activity of the day and evening, slept soundly. First thing in the morning, they resumed their activities and once again they thrilled each other beautifully and produced many orgasms.
Before the day was over, Gerda knew that she would have to become a masseuse. Following the woman's advice though, she did not mention it to her parents until close to the end of the school term.
At the beginning of the next term, Gerda was enrolled in a trade school to learn the art of massage. School had always been a moderately enjoyable experience for her, but it was nothing like her new school.
There were the dull courses on anatomy and other theoretical aspects of the profession, but too, there were the maddeningly exciting times when students massaged each other while the instructor watched.
Gerda found it difficult to resist the urge to let her hands stray into forbidden areas or to stay too long where it was appropriate.
But Gerda was not alone in this. Many of the girl's shared her feelings although many others looked on it as merely a job to be learned.
One of her teachers, a woman in her early forties, saw and understood what Gerda was feeling. After class one day, she met the girl in the hall and invited her to visit that evening.
In the woman's apartment, they talked for only a few minutes before stripping naked and falling into bed together. Both enjoyed the experience immensely and that evening, for the first time, Gerda saw and used a long, thick dildo with which she brought the woman to climax.
Being a virgin, Gerda did not want the instrument used on her, but the woman provided a full measure of enjoyment with her mouth.
Through the remainder of her training, Gerda enjoyed many lesbian experiences both with students and teachers. At first, she was amazed at the number of women who liked lesbian games and decided that most females were that way.
One of her teachers straightened her out on that one evening as they lay in naked embrace. "After all," the woman said as if it were the simplest thing in the world, "if a young woman likes women, what is more natural than that she become a masseuse."
Since it was precisely the reason Gerda had enrolled for training, it was not difficult for her to understand.
While she perfected her skills in the art of legitimate massage, Gerda learned many other, more thrilling ones.
Spanking, she learned through training and experience, involved much more than merely the slapping of bared buttocks. There are, she discovered, plateaus of pain and pleasure and it is necessary to study each client so that the spanker provides the maximum pleasure.
She learned proper wrist action and accurate distribution of cane and strap strokes so that a good sting was provided without damaging the skin.
And then there was the art of receiving. Many clients, she learned, came to the masseuse not to be spanked, but to spank. Having already learned that being spanked could be enjoyable, Gerda went into these lessons eagerly and before long, thrilled at the discovery that she could achieve orgasm during a well administered spanking. She learned the formulas to be used for the client who wanted the spanking accompanied by a fantasy, and proved to be a brilliant actress because she could throw herself into any role without difficulty.
She could, with equal facility, be a naughty little girl being spanked by her mommy, or a stern mother or teacher who scolded the little girl she was spanking and imbued the proper sense of humiliation as she told the 'victim' how silly she looked with her panties down and how red her bare behind was from being spanked.
Above all, she came to love spanking with her bare hand, but when she was introduced to the riding crop, it became a close second favorite. It swished nicely and made a lovely sound when it connected with a firm buttock cheek.
In all, Gerda learned much more of her art in private sessions with teachers than she did in class where nothing more than conventional massage was taught. On graduation, she was more than ready to go out and practice her exciting profession, but she chose not to start on her own.
Instead, she eagerly accepted an offer from the woman who had seduced her to go into junior partnership with her. She sensed that there was still more to learn and that the woman would be an ideal teacher as well as a part time playmate and lover.
The arrangement worked ideally from the start. Gerda made much more salary than she could have hoped for had she tried to establish her own practice, and she did indeed learn many refinements from the older woman.
At the age of twenty, Gerda stood five-foot-ten in height, weighed one-fifty-five, and wore a forty-C bra. Her body was as firm as it had been at sixteen, so that many clients would just stand and stare in disbelief as she obligingly posed in the nude before them.
But more than being beautiful, her body was strong so that when a woman asked for a severe beating, it was assured that she would get it from Gerda whether it was applied by the riding crop or merely with her strong palm.
As much as Gerda enjoyed being spanked, she enjoyed even more the thrill of spanking a woman with well formed buttocks and listening to her cry as she bounced and heaved under the brisk slapping.
Many customers wanted either to perform or receive cunnilingus and Gerda was always delighted to oblige in such cases.
When she reached the age of twenty-six, Gerda felt that she was ready to establish her own practice. With surprise, she heard the older woman tell her with a smile, that she was ready to retire from business and would sell her practice and facilities to her on terms that were both easy and generous.
One of the terms of the sale was that the two women would remain friends and that the older one would be permitted to avail herself of the services of the parlor at any time. The terms were more than pleasing to Gerda and they sealed their bargain with a kiss, a spanking for each, and mutual cunnilingus to orgasm.
Working there for the older woman had been wonderful, but as Gerda suspected it was even more so to be the sole proprietress of the establishment.
It soon became clear that business was much too good for her to handle it alone. Until she could take her time and obtain the woman or women who would be perfect in every respect, Gerda merely cancelled many appointments with clients who were older and less attractive.
She went to the school and interviewed a number of the girls who would graduate little more than a week later. Deciding that interviewing prospective employees need not be an onerous task, she selected five candidates, all beautiful and shapely, and had them come one at a time to her massage parlor in the evenings.
The first one was a dud. To her, massage was an almost spiritual thing meant to bring health and a feeling of well being to tired bodies. At the first suggestion of lesbian activity, she not only rebelled, but for a moment, Gerda was afraid she was going to be ill.
Silently cursing at having wasted an evening, she sent the young woman away. Of the other candidates, three proved to be eager swingers who had learned much in the unofficial classes at school, and the other, while not enthusiastic, was willing.
With some difficulty, Gerda managed to select two, but in declining the third, she promised that as soon as possible, she too would be added to the staff and the young woman promised to keep in touch.
Word soon spread of the three beautiful young women who could be depended on to provide any service in the book and do it well.
Breaking with the old policy, Gerda expanded the operation, had the building enlarged, and let it be known that she would accept male clients as well. The idea was an instant success and she quickly hired the other applicant who had been waiting In reserve.
Although Gerda refused to have anything to do with males, her assistants, especially two who enjoyed male as much as female sex, were ready, willing and able.
Gerda had expected that her male clients would want sexual intercourse, but she was surprised to find that very few did.
Mostly, the men wanted to be massaged by one of the young beauties while she was either nude or wearing bra and panties. After the regular massage, some wanted beatings, a few wanted to spank the masseuse as well, but mostly, they wanted either masturbation or fellatio, or, frequently, a combination of the two with the masseuse taking the penis into her mouth just before ejaculation.
(I should point out that there is nothing peculiarly Germanic about this method of operation. It was very common in both the United States and, probably, in every civilized country of the world.)
With business nourishing, Gerda decided to withdraw gradually from active participation and to become more selective in her choice of partners for sexual activity.
She agreed, in the case of a few special clients, to administer beatings, but if one of the clients wanted the beating to be followed by cunnilingus, Gerda would call in one of her assistants to look after it.
Taking a well earned vacation at the beach, she was struck by the beauty of a young woman of twenty-two. At first sight, Gerda decided she wanted her. She struck up a conversation with her and although the young woman was not talkative at first, she eventually broke down.
They had dinner together that evening and Gerda drew the woman's story out of her with a series of carefully phrased questions.
The woman had just divorced her husband and was at the beach in an effort to forget about him and to mend the hurt of her shattered marriage.
The two spent a lot of time together after that and it became obvious that they could become good friends. Gerda became confident that she could seduce the young beauty in time, but she didn't want to hurry it for fear of upsetting things.
She took her first big step when the woman, Helga, told her that her money had just about run out and she would have to leave in a couple of days and find a job. It took little more than an hour to convince Helga that there was no reason to leave since she had more money than she knew what to do with and wanted company more than anything else.
That afternoon, Helga checked out of her modest room and moved into Gerda's palatial suite. Palatial though it was, the suite contained only one bedroom with one wide bed in it.
During the evening, as they sipped drinks on the balcony overlooking the beach, Gerda told her friend enough about the massage parlor to arouse interest. Skilfully, Gerda worked on that interest and aroused it.
Helga had never been involved in any lesbian activity, but seemed more interested than repelled by the thought. Gerda kept the interest growing by telling her more and more about her own early life and about the things that went on in the massage parlor.
The conversation was scaling new and obviously exciting heights for the young woman when, to her dismay, Gerda faked a yawn and announced that she felt like going to bed. Gerda thrilled at the look of disappointment on the face of her victim to be.
She encouraged Helga by pointing out that they could still chat a little while undressing for bed, and the two women walked into the bedroom together.
Although they chatted eagerly while undressing, the seductress was very much aware of the interest the other was showing in her splendid, big body as she slowly removed her clothes.
At the same time, Gerda was taking a more than casual interest in the young woman whose bra and panties did nothing to conceal the beauty of her figure.
Complimenting the younger woman on her beauty, Gerda felt hot excitement at the sincerity with which Helga more than returned the compliment. Particularly, she noticed, Helga fastened her gaze on her bra.
With just a touch of drama, Gerda unhooked the catch of her bra and slowly pulled it off. Her breasts stood out and up just as she knew they would but in a way which Helga could not believe.
That was made evident by the gasp she emitted at the sight of the massive twin beauties.
"Do you like them?" Gerda asked, her eyes twinkling.
"Like them? They're sensational. I just want..." Helga cut herself off, but she had said more than enough to tell Gerda what she wanted to know.
Her balloon like breasts dancing, Gerda bent to push the little nylon panties down over her swelling derriere and let them fall to her feet from where she easily stepped out of them and kicked them away.
Still wearing her garter belt and nylons, she waited for Helga to remove her bra and panties. When she did, Gerda was more than delighted with what she saw as she advanced toward the young woman who was trembling quite obviously.
"You started to say something, dear," Gerda said in a husky whisper as she caught the trembling hands and raised them to her heaving breasts. "I won't make you complete the statement, just go ahead and do it."
There was a momentary pause, then, with a sigh that was more of a moan than anything else, Helga began fondling them with wild abandon.
She was barely aware of it when Gerda picked her up as if she were a child and carried her to the bed. Pulling her close, Gerda kissed her passionately on the mouth, then moved just enough to feed a nipple into the mouth which opened wide to accept it.
While Helga sucked the breast greedily, Gerda explored the trembling, silken body with her hands. She was delighted when Helga parted her legs at just the slightest touch so she could move a hand into the warmth of the crotch to sample the delights she knew awaited her there.
Helga was confused and afraid, but Gerda soothed her all the way with kisses and whispered words which caused Helga to sigh, moan, and rub her body with increased passion against the bigger body of the woman who held her in so exciting an embrace.
Having delayed as long as she could, Gerda moved down in the bed until she was in a position to draw the silken thighs apart and up. For a moment, she stared at Helga's vulva, then she pressed her mouth to it.
After she had brought the young woman to climax, she held her and they talked in whispers as Helga prepared to make the trip down in the bed.
In a little while, Helga made the trip and as she reached her fleshy target, her sighs of passion were muffled by the big, firm thighs which rubbed her cheeks. Gerda experienced a very enjoyable orgasm.
Two days later, the two women checked out and returned to the city where Helga moved into Gerda's apartment as her full time lover.
Although they have been together a little less than a year, the two are still as delightfully happy about it �s they were that first night.
Each week, Gerda deposits a generous allowance into a bank account for her younger lover. It is strictly savings, since Helga is permitted to spend nothing, not even for the beautiful clothes she now wears.
Gerda insists that it be that way. In every respect, except for the lack of a penis, Gerda is the perfect, loving husband. And yet, in their sexual relationship, there is no aspect of butch and fem as so often happens in such cases.
When they love, both women play both roles. Theirs is, in fact, as perfect a lesbian relationship as I have ever observed.
I make this statement on the basis of having talked to both of them together and separately. Each loves and lives for the other and the relationship extends far beyond mere sexual gratification.
The massage parlor is still prospering beyond Gerda's wildest expectations, and she has opened branches in two other cities.
They make no effort to hide their lesbian love, on the contrary, though they do not flaunt it, they share an intense pride in the life they have found.
While talking to them, I was struck by the perfect reply they offer to those who would condemn them as sinners or perverted women engaging in some filthy practice.
Compared to their happy relationship, I have known hundreds of marriages between male and female that would have to be considered perverted in view of the fact that husband and wife live with each other without love or even basic content.
Who is perverted? Who is queer? Who dares to condemn two lesbians for daring to love and live together without in any way harming their fellow humans or attempting to interfere in their lives?
He who would condemn them, I condemn. They are healthy, he is sick.
Do I glorify lesbianism? I have been accused of that and many other things over the years, but I deny it.
I do glorify life and the living of it in happiness. How this is done, I leave to each individual as a matter of personal right inherent in the basic dignity of mankind.
I go one step farther and state that in enjoying a life of happiness, persons such as Gerda and Helga, contribute more to mankind than does the millionaire who donates some stone edifice to the community.
After all, the crotchety old man who, despite his wealth, makes all those around and under him unhappy and miserable, contributes nothing good to mankind even if he builds great monuments of mortar and stone.
On the other hand, two people, regardless of their tastes, loving and spreading love and happiness among the people with whom they come in contact, do far more good and contribute much more to the dignity and well being of mankind.
