"I like to put the telephone down there so he can hear my juicy masturbation....I kiss...make kissing, licking sounds. Really...and he does the same, and we make noises as if we were sucking each other. He will say, 'Suck my balls,' and I will pretend to do that, or he will make the sucking sounds and say he is sucking my pussy.. . . He's asked me to use my fingers and taste my juices....I do find everything kinky to be very sexy when I'm talking with him....I could be doing worse things every day. At least I'm not committing adultery.
-From the behavioral study of Mrs. Veronica-Larson
"I threw him off and urged the second one on. Within fifteen minutes I had exhausted three, big, horny, black men, and I hadn't even warmed up. I was getting a lot of cock shoved into me but they became soft and useless too quickly. I tore at their shoulders, screamed, cried out like a wild woman....I had sex with eleven men that night and wanted more. Two guys got me in bed...one guy shoved it in me from the front, another from the rear, and a third Negro sunk it in my mouth. I was filled with cock in every way and begging for more. I was like the mayonnaise placed between two black pieces of bread. But I loved those black dicks in me.. . . " -From the case-history of twice married and nymphomaniac Nell Thompson
"Hah-faa-ha! Gerhard was having a very difficult time suffering my tearing off the tape from his chest while he suck the penis of Karl. Well, I am not really such a bad mistress. I am going to let them masturbate me some more and suck my delicious vagina. Listen...hear you my moist passion? I am masturbating. Now! You! You must masturbate also. . . . " -From the case-study of
Mrs. Anna F., a European dominatrix who uses tape recordings as a medium of communication with her
"slaves" all over the world
"I let her take my breasts in her mouth and permitted her to play all she wanted. She was breathing fast now. Her hot breath was on my erect nipple and breast. Then her lips were busy and her hands wandered all over me....Then she made me lift up one foot and place it on the couch. The other foot of mine was on the floor. Then with a low cry, her mouth swooped downward and clamped tight on my cunt. I swayed and almost teetered onto the floor as she sucked, tongued, lapped, and sucked and sucked. She sucked my love juices right out of my cunny."
-From the behavioral study of Deborah, a beautiful British Lesbian who derives her sexual satisfaction primarily through erotic correspondence
"It's something I've always been thrilled over...watching a man masturbate his cock and see it shoot off. I like to watch them when they don't know it. I think it's so much more thrilling, and I masturbate myself all the time too. I have made several different types of dildo vibrators and other cock gadgets...shoots off warm cream into me when I want it...I like to watch my husband or another man play with himself, while they watch me. . . . "
-From the case-study of Maureen T., who feels that sex is 99% fantasy and is a chronic masturbatrix.
"It was Betti who deflowered me with, of all things, a broom handle with a rubber prophylactic on it We called that our 'wedding night' and I bled a lot...I tried to put my tongue as far as I could in her mouth, reach and feel every crevice, the backs of her teeth, and I did actually suck her tongue into mine, conscious that she was letting me have some of her saliva, which thrilled me a little extra. . . . " -From the case-history of a young nurse, Evelyn S., who was introduced to Lesbian love by the mother of a two-year-old patient
"Brad wants a piece of your Pat's ass bad. And I know he will be good to her. He's fingering her box now, and it feels juicy and good....Here's some hair from my pussy for you, and Brad would like for Pat to send him lipstick prints of her nipples and pussy lips. That turns him on! Both my hands are tired and he's just about to come, but I'm going to make him fuck me this time. Bye for now. Write soon." -From the behavioral report of Lisa, a young wife and mother with very unorthodox ideas on the sharing of sex
The reader may well puzzle over the applicability of the word "kinky" to all of the sexual preferences mentioned in the preceding quotes.
What does "kinky" mean? Does it have a special connotation to the person of strong libido with a very active interest in sex? Does it refer to male homosexual practices? Lesbian activity? Anal practices? Mutual masturbation? Or, is the term one that can be applied to almost all kinds of deviations, variations and perversions of the human sexual instinct?
According to Webster's Third New International Dictionary, Unabridged (G. & C. Merriam, Springfield 1961), the word simply means: "1) having or full of kinks: closely twisted or curled-used usu. of hair....2) Lively, Spirited....3) Crooked. . . . "
However, upon looking up the word in Eric Partridge's scholarly A Dictionary of Slang and
Unconventional English (MacMillan, New York 1961), it may be observed that this predominantly British-English publication describes "kinky" as: "A homosexual, whether male or female: semi-medical since ca. 1920."' It attributes the meaning as deriving from the non-sexual colloquialism adjective form of "kinky" as referring to something or someone "eccentric, mentally twisted." In the latter sense, of course, the connotation of "mentally twisted" could include reference to sexual psychopathologies.
The only dictionary of more recent publication that provides us with a sexual supposal for "kinky" is Dr. John Trimble's 5,000 Adult Sex Words & Phrases (Brandon House, North Hollywood 1966). He defines the word only in the adjective form as a slang term meaning "homosexual."
But slang usage of words have a tendency to change in meaning much more than conventional definitions, and the change is often broadening or more encompassing. For several years in England, "kinky" has been widely used to denote any kind of sexual act (or person) that the individual employing the word feels is offbeat, bizarre or "abnormal," i.e., "twisted." And this is largely the way that most American sexual sophisticates have understood the slang meaning of the word for some time now.
What is "normal" to one person, however, may be very "abnormal" to the next. Prostitutes for years have spoken of clients with "kinky" preferences. But one prostitute may have an aversion to fellating a male and would consider such a request and such a person as "kinky." The same with cunnilingus.
Ordinarily though, the prostitute has used the word "kinky" (both in Britain and the U.S.) to mean a grossly perverted type of sexual act and the person with such inclinations. The sadomasochist who likes to be beaten, tied down and tortured, or, conversely, to flog the prostitute brutally; along with the man who has scatalogical preferences, have been referred to as "kinky." Homosexual individuals are hardly ever considered to be "kinky," but a person who likes to watch two people of the same sex make explicit erotic love might be well referred to as "kinky."
From a slang definition of the 1920's in Britain meaning "homosexual," the word "kinky" has evolved to include almost all variant sex acts, particularly the more generally distasteful types of erotic preferences. Today, the word is increasingly used to describe more sophisticated and subtle types of offbeat sexual practices and those preferring them.
It is within the latter context that I use the word in referring to The Kinky Girls. These are females whose exceedingly strong sexual desires are not necessarily "painful" or "dirty," many are not even "abnormal" by modern medical and psychological definition. Yet, the great majority of people still look upon the acts and desires and the methods of achieving sexual satisfaction pursued by these females as "kinky" and highly perverse.
The psychodynamics of these bizarre preferences will be commented upon after the study, report or case-history of each female. The early psychosexual development is available in many instances, and we can make intelligent guesses as to the fixative traumas involved in others and look upon the reported experiences as meaningful behavioral studies.
Some form of masturbation, either self or mutual, plays a large role in the behavior of many of the females to be studied in intimate detail in the following chapters. And this is quite pertinent, because in masturbation, even mutual or group masturbation, fantasy is often an integral element. A person masturbating may be thinking of nothing more than regular coitus with a spouse or other sex partner. Or, he or she may use the opportunity to let the mind wander and dream of the most way out and bizarre sexual acts the mind of man can fathom. Masturbation, per se, however, can hardly be termed "abnormal" or injurious. Only the guilt-feelings that often accompany or follow masturbation may be psychologically (but unnecessarily) harmful.
The simultaneous stimulation of the sex organs with the hands and fingers (mutual masturbation) is the very first mode of interpersonal sexual contact encountered by nearly everyone on the face of this earth. In later years, this is still the most common method of foreplay. Earlier self-masturbation, which occurs among probably a majority of individuals, and later adult self-satisfaction that must often serve as a substitute, indicates to me that masturbation is very likely to be the most universal sex act of all. Documented studies, such as the Kinsey reports and others, bear this out Masturbation is practiced (or has been or will be practiced) by more people than any other act of stimulation and/or orgasm. It may very well be the most frequently practiced sexual act of mankind, whether accomplished alone or interpersonally.
Thus, while masturbation per se is certainly not "kinky" or abnormal or perverse, the accompanying thoughts and fantasies may be. The degree, if any, of "kinkiness" depends on the way and under what conditions the masturbation is carried out, and what is in the mind of the individual.
The most innocently begun teenage necking inevitably results in some form of mutual masturbation, of course. And the two partners who have passed the point of no-return, but with a lack of knowledge, fear of disease or pregnancy, will continue the digital manipulation to climax. In some cases, there may be an advancement to oral-genital relations, sucking of the breasts, etc. Yet, in the opinion of many authorities, these, too, are masturbatory in nature.
Many nymphomaniacs, or overly-sexed females, tell me that they engage almost constantly in some form of masturbation-rubbing together and tensing of the upper thighs (known as thigh-friction method), pressing the crotch area against a pole or desk edge, keeping certain "gadgets" inserted in the genitalia that cause friction against the highly sensitive clitoris or nymphae (inner lips). I have known of at least one case where a woman wore an inverted strap-on dildo all day. She had the constant feeling of penile penetration, and her vaginal area would sense the feeling of penile movement as she walked.
The Japanese are noted for what is probably the oldest female auto-masturbatory "gadget" of this type in the world. It is called "rin-no-tam" and consists of two rather thin metal balls (approximately the size of ping-pong balls) that are inserted into the vagina and worn either all day, or while slowly swinging back and forth either on a regular swing, or by lying on the floor on the back, grasping the legs and rolling back and forth on the back). One of these balls has a noticeably heavy deposit of mercury that causes very subtle vibrations as the female walks about or moves her body in a swinging position. She is kept in a constant state of pleasurable arousal, and may also experience orgasms.
Kinky? In the opinion of most, the answer would probably be "yes." Yet, who is to say how many females whom one sees every day may either be wearing such a device or practicing thigh-friction masturbation, all but unnoticed as she strides about, adjusts her legs and readjusts them while sitting in the subway or bus, or at her desk at work?
More puzzling still, what are the erotic thoughts running through the minds of these females? While it is true that females do not ordinarily fantasize about sexual acts or persons with whom they have not performed sex acts, many have participated in and enjoyed all kinds of "kinky" sex relations. Then, too, we are not dealing with the average female when we consider "The Kinky Girls." Their libidos are quite strong and may equal or greatly surpass that of the average male.
Where does it start? What are the psychodynamics involved? Is early trauma always a fixative factor?
In my opinion, we do not have to go all the way back to early childhood and imagine to determine where most sexual manias in the female are established. The predisposition toward a desire for sexual attention (or other recognitions) may well have been formed in the very early years. The discovery of the pleasures of self-masturbation may have served for many years as an escape from childhood unpleasantries and parental strictness. A sex drive may have been established to a degree, but the orientation or direction of that libido is often neutral or on the brink of going one way or the other at the time of first interpersonal contacts or specific feeling generated in one or more anomalous directions.
Both boys and girls often engage in homosexual acts in their early teens. This is most common, and usually does not alter or create the sexual drive toward homosexual pleasure. The masturbating boys have visions of females with whom they would like to have sex. The young girls who manipulate each other to orgasm are usually more romantic in their thoughts of boys as lovers. They enjoy the physical pleasure only, and do not necessarily fantasize an act of sex with a male. The girlfriend's fingers are a mechanical means to enjoyment, yet the sharing of such sexual sensations may induce a feeling of affection for each other more so than among masturbating boys.
This feeling of affection ordinarily gives way to a similar and much stronger desire for the same kind of closeness with males. Again, however, we are dealing with the average or "normal" progression of psychosexual development. The kinky girls do not conform to this pattern, just as many boys predisposed to homosexual seduction and orientation (or other variations), have their anomalies more clearly established or firmly fixated by these adolescent encounters. They are not thinking about naked girls, as are most of their friends.
Many a female becomes "kinky" in sexual orientation because of unusual acts and relations experienced with her boyfriend (or girlfriend). If she is permissive, of high libido, and willing to try out almost any kind of relation that promises pleasure, escape, something different, her initial interpersonal erotic contacts may establish preferences that follow her through adulthood. She may react negatively to a situation and be traumatized by fear of coitus or "abnormal" and forceful demands of her companion. Or, on the other hand, she may find the mode of relationship most desirable and exciting.
Thus, it is that so many of the kinky girls have such a strong desire for masturbation in one form or another, as well as active interest in so many other forms of nan genital-to-genital heterosexual coitus. While the average person may find these "normal variations" utilized as ancillary forms of foreplay or occasionally to orgasm, the same is not true of the kinky girls. To them, the offbeat, unusual and bizarre types of sexual acts are compulsive.
In the average course of necking that leads to a sexual act for the first time, a female may become obsessed with one particular aspect of that initial encounter. It may be that her first grasp of her boyfriend's throbbing erection will overwhelmingly fascinate her. The feel of it there in her hands and the realization that her sexual presence is so potent may fixate in her an "abnormal" attraction to the feel of the virile male penis in her hand. She may become a veritable phallic worshipper and give in readily to a resurrection of the normal infantile pleasures of sucking. She adores the penis. She must kneel to it, suck it, heap homage upon it, and let the male know that she adores the power and strength represented by his erection. instead of enjoying fellatio as an occasional fillip, she may become obsessed with a compulsive desire to see men's penises, to feel them, fondle both the penis and testicles in adoration and wonder, letting a man do anything to her with his penis that he desires. She likes to watch a man masturbate, lets him ejaculate on her breasts, under her arms, all over her face, in her hair, virtually any place that it pleases him.
And while she may feel humiliated and degraded by giving in to various sadistic types of desires in the male, her very submissiveness may spur on the overactive erotic imagination of her more inventive and curious partner. One attracts the other into ever more variant relations until things begin to swiftly overstep the bounds of "normalcy." And the mania may well have begun that very first time the easily excitable female first felt the erect penis of her boyfriend as she held it in her sensitive hands, fondled it with her searching fingers.
So many sexual obsessions could become fixated in much the same way. Perhaps, instead of phallic worship and a response to humiliation (masochism), the obsession could begin with the act of masturbation itself. The female might also find a great pleasure in titillation of her lover's anus and thus realize that she would like the pleasure returned. The same type of "first discovery" could be true in the primary or secondary and strong preference for oral and/or anal acts.
If the first pleasurable sex relation involved a male who had to use much force and almost rape the girl, the memory of the sex-pleasure may become intertwined with brutality to a strong degree. As an adult, the female may react to a love partner only if he is rough and forceful with her, even to the point of beatings and verbal abuse to an extreme. Or, conversely, the initial forceful experience might sour her on men and contribute to her becoming a Lesbian in later life, preferring the soft caresses of another female to the "brutality" she associates with heterosexual relations.
I do not want to give the impression here that all sexual quirks of the female are so simple of explanation. While established in adolescent necking and sexual play, the predisposition and attraction for such behavior is likely to have occurred much earlier in life. An indelible mind-picture of having watched parents in intercourse is likely to be either a negative or positive factor. If the child interpreted the acts and sounds as denoting pleasure for her parents, perhaps no harm at all is done. But the female child often feels that the cries of her mother denoting heights of passion, are screams of pain because her father is hurting her mother.
In later adulthood, there are sometimes more simple and logical explanations for the female desire for what might be called "kinky" sex. If the experiences are thrilling and highly pleasurable when introduced by the love partner, the practices may become established preferences by habit or strong attraction toward the partner. There are also many instances where the desires have been there all along, possibly in the subconscious, and thus latent, only to be awakened in adulthood.
And there are other explanations. The dangers of spontaneous intercourse (assuming no contraceptive form is being utilized), make mutual masturbation, oral' genital acts and anal acts more acceptable and safe. This is true just as much with adults as with teenagers.
Lovers often find themselves in a position or situation in which mutual masturbation or possibly an oral-genital act can be achieved, but in which coitus would be difficult. Lovers in a theatre, parked in an automobile, enjoying an impassioned goodnight kiss at the doorway, even on the dance floor of a dimly illuminated club or at a private party, may provide the stimulus and opportunity for quick masturbatory or oral contact.
At an informal cocktail party once, I know of an instance where a female with strong oral-erotic desire lured various men into the kitchen with her on the pretext of fixing some fresh drinks. She had no problem, due to her great sex appeal, in finding men agreeable to letting her remove their penises, kneel down, and quickly suck them to orgasm. They were overcome with passion and could only hope that no one would come in on them. And that element of risk itself adds a great thrill to such encounters.
Among the swingers and group sex enthusiasts today, various forms of masturbation performed alone, mutually or in groups, seem to be a very widespread practice. Not only is the masturbator more free to fantasize about any and all forms of behavior that may want to wander through the mind, females in particular can employ a whole new range of sexual "gadgets" with which to perform masturbation.
At swinging parties, couples and singles freely and openly masturbate each other with fingers, hands, toes, nipples, artificial penises, vibrators, bananas, cucumbers, and a wide variety of other appropriately configurated objects. One rare "kink," I have been reliably told, is the obsessive desire by some females to "ass-fuck" a male with their large and erected nipples. One woman claims that she can achieve orgasm in this way.
Exhibitionism and voyeurism play very heavy roles for the kinky girls. They like to watch and be watched. They may be sadistic in the desire to watch others "humiliate" themselves, or masochistic in a desire to be observed by others in their own forms of "perverse" behavior. Some females play excessively at the game of coprolalia, deriving stimuli from hearing, telling, reading or writing very personalized exchanges in erotica.
These fantastic sexual psychodramas are often ends in themselves, concluding in orgasm obtained by masturbation or in some other manner, usually not regular intercourse. Partners often exhaust themselves with very great amounts of masturbation while giving verbal vent to their most twisted and "evil" ideas on erotic possibilities. The masturbation becomes a substitute act, a fantasy supplement for their wildest dream binges; while the interpersonal element provides a certain thrill that would be absent for these type of individuals in solitary bouts of masturbation accompanied by the same fantasies.
The freedom of expression that is so much a part of the sexual revolution today, has made much use of graphic and electronic communication resulting in three somewhat innovative variations of psychic masturbatory aids for many who might otherwise shy away from intimately interpersonal love-making. In a solitary sense, each one of these methods of communication is one step removed from the other in depersonalization. And the kinky girls make frequent use of modern technology in satisfying their bizarre desires.
Mutual masturbation, although performed in physical proximity with one another, is a degree or more removed from a sexual "connection" and thereby a slightly depersonalized substitute for coitus, oral-genital or anal acts. Quite often today, I have noticed advertisements in the swinger magazines much like the following:
TEXAS-Secretary, 23, 5'5", 36-30-39, wants to exchange experiences in correspondence with both men and women to age 40. Also interested in photo exchange. All answered who are frank in first letter. Let me know what you like, and I'D tell you my experiences, too, in very plain words. DT3-0647.
MARYLAND COUPLE: Interested in stimulating telephone discussions about all things described in the ads in this magazine. Let us really turn you on! Couples and singles both invited to write. RT7C32
While uninvited, obscene phone calls have terrified many a female, they would be received very favorably by many of the kinky girls. Psychologists and vice officials have long Shown that most obscene phone callers use very blunt erotic language and masturbate sometimes at the shock reaction from the female. But this is not at all the type situation we are studying here.
Today, the practice of both mutual and group masturbation, stimulated by the words and voices of those participating, is not at all an uncommon practice among and between consenting partners. And it is not always the male who initiates the call or reacts positively when receiving such a call. Both individuals and couples "discover" each other through the swinging clubs, correspond briefly and exchange phone numbers, then (often using extension phones in the cases of couples), engage in highly erotic conversation complete with "live" sound effects, while masturbating as long as an hour or more.
The kinky girls who are telephone lovers are sometimes involved as one member of a husband-wife team. Others operate alone. A seventeen-year-old girl was arrested in the State of Virginia not long ago for making hundreds of obscene calls to men! In a later case-history report, I will present a study of a female who is a compulsive telephone-inspired masturbatrix and prefers talking with a male for stimulation and gratification more than a physical meeting. Some of her male telephone lovers live only a few blocks away from her.
Instead of normally pursuing a sex partner in the flirtatious ways of dress and manner employed by most females, the telephone "kink" may dial numbers at random by the hour, trying to evoke as much response from those who answer as she possible can. She will go into great detail describing her act of disrobing, how she is massaging heir breasts, titillating her vaginal lips, and then teasing her "erect" clitoris. She will inquire of her electronic lover (if she is heterosexual) as to the size of his penis, whether or not it is erect, being played with by him. She will want to know each detail as she talks in breathy tones and masturbates herself at the same time. If she is a Lesbian, the approach may be more subtly arousing, less "quick-sex" in nature.
As the telephone lovers become better acquainted and less inhibited, they will give vent to vivid word-pictures of their own particular likes in sex, often becoming ecstatic at the discovery that one is just as "depraved" as the other. Yet the closest they ever usually get to a contact is via the sounds of each others' voices and the response. They will sigh, and scream, moan, yell "obscene" words and phrases. The kinky girls frequently volunteer to place the phone down by their genitalia so the actual sounds of female masturbation, the "liquid squish" of the digital manipulation of the lubricated female sex parts will be audible.
Much the same effect is accomplished, but with yet another degree removed from personal contact, by those who exchange "masturbatory tape recordings." The factor of dialogue is missing, but one partner may listen to the erotic sound and word monologue of the distant lover in self masturbation as she performs in the same manner. Later, she will go through the orgy of auto-eroticism herself as she tapes her reciprocal message of love for similar response by her almost anonymous amour.
"Lovemaking by tape" or erotic "tapespond" has become so popular, in fact, that there are swinger magazines in both the U.S. and Britain that deal almost exclusively in this field of interest.
But perhaps the most prevalent rage currently among the kinky girls, as well as others, is a practice yet another step removed from personal contact-mutual masturbation by correspondence. Almost every ad and listing in many of the swinging publications either states or implies an interest in receiving and sending erotic and revealing letters and pictures.
In many instances, the advertiser will come right out and say that he or she likes to write and receive "hot" letters. Others say that they will answer only those replies with very "frank and revealing letter and photo." And the overwhelming majority clearly imply that they are interested in an exchange of "erotic ideas."
"stimulating experiences."
"ideas on self-help," or "auto-practices."
The kinky girl advertisers, in many cases, may be lonesome, ugly, have personality problems, a fear of actually facing a lover, afraid of involvement, yet something a little better than their own fantasies. Yet many are quite beautiful and are seeking actual contacts with lovers by learning all about them beforehand.
Lesbians, as well as those with every other type of variant erotic craving, find ways of subtly and euphemistically wording their ads in swinger magazines to appeal to the esoteric tastes of those with complementary interests. There is at least one club operating out of California providing outlets intended exclusively for Lesbians, and it is a safe bet, I think, that many of the kinky girls are members.
The classic pedophilic interest of an older (or young) man in the erotic charisma presented by a sexually attractive mother and her teenage or younger daughter is sometimes catered to quite cleverly by the kinky girls in their swinger ads. Here .is an example: -DIVORCEE and fourteen-year-old daughter need companionship.
Seek generous gentleman.
SXQ-4452L
Many of the erotic correspondents will readily and eagerly admit to each other after the first or second letter that they masturbate as they read the other's correspondence and also as they write. They will go into vivid word detail of each movement or stroke; each sigh and cry will appear written as-"Oh!...Ah-h-h! Umph! O-o-oh . . . "; each sound as-"squish, slush."
"thromp-thromp!" or "slap-slap . , . whack!" The correspondents, as well as the tape exchangers, may also set a certain time when they will synchronize their letter reading, writing and masturbation, and invoke a spirit of sexual mental telepathy.
The kinky girls often supplement their exchanges of photos and words with even more personal yet still indirect "souvenirs." These take the forms of exchanges of pubic hair, a request by the female for a vial of her male, lover's ejaculate, in trade for lipstick prints of her vulva and nipple, or panties fragrant with the secretions of passion. There is no limit to the sexual tastes of the kinky girls when it comes to erotic communications without actually meeting.
I interviewed a woman of subtly sadistic leanings once, who was employed as a nurse at a proctology clinic. She took perverse delight in plucking hairs from around the anuses of male patients and sending them to her "letter-lovers" as her pubic hairs, and directing the correspondents to lick them as they masturbated.
Making use of a Post Office box address and having their phone numbers unlisted, many of the kinky girls need never reveal their full or real names. They become anonymous sex symbols. They s run little risk of discovery and can maintain a strict aura of respectability among friends, work associates and neighbors.
It is for this reason, I think, that an amazing number of "faithful" housewives and mothers, widows, and divorcees with a "position" to maintain in the community, and also very outwardly religious and moralistic females, are to be found quite often among the kinky girls.
Whether they ever meet their sex objects or not, they live two completely different lives, and their personalities are often so neatly split that they do not regard the masturbating and clandestine trysts as a part of their real selves. Their anonymity serves as a protective shield from the judgment of society, their God and themselves, while it also protects them from personal involvement with a complete stranger. They have almost found a way to have their cake and eat it too.
This study will now proceed to investigate in more detail the individual cases of a variety of females whom I would put in the more or less general category of "The Kinky Girls." Because many of the manifestational aberrations and motivations overlap, each chapter will deal with only one female as the individual under study. In addition to their vivid recitations of their own experiences, there will be brief comments on the psychodynamics involved in each case, plus other meaningful information.
This report is the result of much grassroots research in the field of behavior of the kinky girls. However, this research was conducted among both those seeking professional help, as well as control interviewees. It is to be hoped that this volume will be a valuable contribution to the vast storehouse of knowledge being compiled on current human sexual behavior and psychological development today.
CHAPTER TWO
THE CASE STUDY OF MAUREEN T.
"Certain things have a way of exciting me more than others because sex is 99% in the mind, so anything new, daring and exciting is marvelous. However, when I masturbate, I can name the game myself or...think back. I like to think very far back because the precious memories grow in quality and one always thinks of the situation as being much more thrilling than it really was....This young Deacon sat next to me in church that Sunday and got such a delightful harden looking at my legs. I was only twenty, and I was wearing a very tight, dressy dress that I could squirm and wiggle my ass in the pew, and it would ride six inches or more. I was sitting there. I edged over in the pew and so boldly put my hand right in his lap. The thrill of being in church...that he was a Deacon, sent shivers of delight running through me until I was very sexually excited. He quickly, with red face, put his topcoat on his lap and let my hand stay there, so I squeezed his hard cock through his trousers. Finally, he could take it no longer and he unzipped his trousers and took it out. I put my fur piece on my arm to help hide what I was doing, and I proceeded to slowly jerk his cock off as I squirmed and rubbed my thighs together to masturbate myself. I got most of his come on the left hand of a pair of elbow-length kid gloves. They were ruined, a total loss. But it was at least worth that to me to feel so wonderfully obscene!"
MAUREEN T., a very glamorously attractive married woman in her early thirties, thoroughly enjoyed talking about events like the preceding that had made up much of her offbeat sex life. The incident with the Deacon had occurred almost fifteen years before when she was spending the summer in a small East Coast resort town.
This unusual woman with her strong appetite for "kinky" sex was not a patient, but rather the close friend and part-time "lover" of a twenty-seven-year-old woman who had consulted me about concern and guilt feelings over her Lesbian practices. Susan, as I shall call her, had met Maureen and her husband informally at a cocktail lounge in Atlantic City. They had enjoyed talking with each other so much that the couple invited Susan to come with them to their apartment and continue the evening more privately and "comfortably."
Maureen's ideas and opinions on sex proved to be quite worthy of study, but before delving into her philosophy and background, I should like to repeat here what Susan told me of that first evening together with Maureen and her husband:
Well, I didn't have any idea of what might happen. I was feeling a little high and very good and...a little sexy, I'll have to admit. We had talked a lot about sex over our drinks, and I was not sure that it was not I who had brought up the subject. It had been quite frank, I recall, about Lesbian love, how older men had trouble becoming erect and all. Her husband, Bob, was over sixty, and I do remember that I thought how embarrassing that kind of talk must have been for him. He was a pleasant enough man, very distinguished and suave, but Maureen was a woman with the sparkle and glamour of a movie star...just beautiful!
She was conceited...so proud of her body that she insisted on telling me that she measured 37-26-38, weighed 130 and was five-three. When we were in the powder room together, I noticed how boldly she pulled her skirt right up to her hips, slapped her bare thighs and lower buttocks, and made a point of telling me how "firm and sexy" her legs were because she exercised so regularly. I can't deny they were very shapely...beautiful, in fact.
I have to be perfectly frank and honest with you, Doctor. I was very much attracted to Maureen, as you might expect because I've admitted my Lesbian problem to you already. It's strange, but I had no idea she had a sexual interest in me. We are so much on the defensive that we never dare think another woman is Lesbian unless we know for certain.
We were at their apartment within twenty minutes. Bob said he was tired, but that he would like to see Maureen and me dance, he liked the "graceful" movements of two women together...dancing. It was a fun, laughing kind of thing. Wonderful. Bob made remarks about how "lovey" and "sweet" we looked together, and we both laughed.
Maureen hugged me tightly and planted a wet kiss on my cheek, and I noticed that Bob was rubbing his bulging trousers as he continued to talk. I was thoroughly enjoying myself, laughing my silly head off and thinking-"If they only knew,"-until Maureen kissed me right on the mouth with her wet, red lips, and pushed her tongue between mine and began the French search. That was when things became serious.
She held me so very tightly, squeezed me and kept kissing me. Her hands grabbed my buttocks. I was not on fire yet, but I was suddenly becoming very hot, despite Bob's presence. "Oh, wow!" I exclaimed when we broke away to breathe. "You kiss a girl like you mean it!"
"Are you warm, baby?" Maureen asked, and I nodded my head because I was too overcome to think of anything to say. "Look at Bob!" she said with a throaty laugh-I looked, but I didn't think it was very funny...more pitiful. The man had his trousers and shorts down to his knees and he was trying so desperately to get his penis up, grasping it tightly and pounding it. It was shriveled up, and he was perspiring fiercely.
"Come on, honey," Maureen said as she removed her dress, "we'll have to do something to help him." I was so high and feeling good that I finally found Bob's presence and problem almost as amusing as Maureen did. We stripped naked after a little kissing and playing around, Maureen was obsessed with my "pussy." I sat on the couch with my legs spread while she fingered and ate me.
Oh, Maureen was such a wonderful experience, so different. It wasn't love. It was sex, and I needed an uncomplicated affair...satisfaction, no more. I could never forget the way she talked and the sexy language she used. I suppose I do have a pretty well-structured set of organs. I've never had a baby and my activity with men has been mostly limited to my eating them. But the way Maureen talked, you would have thought I had the most beautiful vagina in the world! She would hold my vaginal lips open, kiss the insides, and gently lick out my heavy flow of secretions. She began to very pleasantly and unhurriedly masturbate me by pulling my inside lips...pulling at them really, and rubbing my clit, then flicking it with her fingernail. Oh, that was a new sensation.
When she talked, she would say things like, "It's so young and healthy, dear...fresh pink! My, I like that!" And...what's this? Yes, my dear, I can see your little pee-hole. I can put the tip of my little finger there and make it feel so happy! And squeeze the clit. Such a pretty clit, Susan. And you're so wet! I like your pussy, dear. I could sleep next to it all night. . . kissing those lips."
I enjoyed it all tremendously and felt so good. I just lay back and closed my eyes for a while. Maureen's sexy talk was so different and thrilling for me. I'd never known a woman like her before. Somewhere about then, Bob got about half an erection or better, and he sat on the floor beside his wife and began to use his fingers in my pussy, too. He had two fingers up in there working around. Maureen was pulling at my clit and lips, and they were using one hand on each other.
I was receiving by far the greatest amount of attention, so I squeezed out as many nice little orgasms as I could. Bob came, but be never did get all the way hard, and it only oozed out of his old thing, poor man.
Oh, his fingers felt nice enough inside me, and I can't say that I really objected to his presence at all after I got used to it. We were all three so cozy, close and warm. I don't think I would have felt nearly so relaxed if it were not for Maureen's technique, and the fact that I had been drinking.
When I saw that there was more to come, I was ready for whatever it was. Maureen had such a good, firm body and nicely contoured breasts. We went into the bedroom and she brought out a box with some dildoes, a vibrator with some penis tools, a vibrator that strapped onto Bob's hand or around his penis, and several smaller dildoes with rubber teeth or other abrasive things at both the heads and roots. That was for exciting the clit. They could be used by hand or attached to the vibrator.
We did almost everything three people could under such circumstances, everything naughty and that feels so good! Maureen was licking my vaginal lips or clit about every other minute, then she would go right back to masturbating me and herself, so she could look at my pussy and talk while she did it. She also used some of the gadgets on me, and the one with the abrasive piece that rubbed my clit was too much! Oh, did I have orgasms!
We formed a triangle once in which she was masturbating Bob-licking his thing wet and then using her hand to try to make it hard while he was masturbating me, and Maureen kept talking so much sex! Oh, I could listen to her and play with myself, I think. I enjoyed my part in the game, too. I was pushing a large, vibrating penis into her with one hand, and using one of the small abrasive vibrators right on her clit.
Bob and I began to work on her together, too. Maureen got on all fours on the bed and he licked her ass, then pushed the small vibrator with the rubber-toothed dildo right up her asshole! Meanwhile, I was lying under her and had two fingers working her soft pussy while my thumb rubbed her clit. She asked me to put the two fingers deeply into her pussy and grasp the pelvic bone so that my thumb would have more leverage and could hit her clit harder. While I was doing that, she leaned down just a bit and began to lip suck my vaginal lips and tongue me beautifully. We were both at a peak of very high passion.
Well, that's how it all began. I visit with them at least once a month now, and they try new things, new weird things to do and talk about all the time. Sometimes, I tell myself that I'll never go back. Impossible. I'm hooked. What I can't understand is what makes a woman that way? Maureen fascinates me, draws me to her, and I can't deny her anything. I've never known such a beautifully corrupt woman when it comes to sex.. . .
Because of Susan's obsessive fascination with Maureen, I tried to get her to persuade the older woman to communicate with me also. Maureen absolutely refused. She did, however, agree to let Susan ask her a set of questions I prepared. Susan rephrased most of them in a way that she felt would elicit more response from Maureen. I will present here a partial transcription of that question and answer session:
SUSAN-I've never known a woman like you before, Maureen. Why do you...keep going to the absolute extremes in sex? Why do you keep saying how "filthy" and "dirty" it all is...but receive so much enjoyment from everything we do?
MAUREEN-Her speech was slightly affected, clipped, and British in style, her voice husky. As you know, my dear, I am a woman of some standing and reputation. I have a college education. My family and Bob's family are quite prominent. So, to most people, we are the very pillars of morality and culture, decency, the right kind of civic-minded citizens. However, the fact that I am very lady-like with prim and prissy people does not mean that I am not also an obscene bitch! I love to do everything filthy in sex...as you know.
SUSAN-Yes, I certainly do know, honey. Are you sadistic...real sadistic? I'm not sure about that.
MAUREEN-No, my dear. I have no taste for messy, bloody things that hurt people too much. Oh, love bites and slaps on the butt are nice sometimes...nothing worse. But I do love dirty, vile, sinful and evil things when I'm in heat. I enjoy the mental thrill of being nasty with you or anyone else when we're together with-Bob. I very much like to watch while he jerks at that silly cock of his until his cream oozes out messy and sticky. I like naughty secrets too, my dear, as when the three of us might go out to the finest restaurant and act the sole of charm and propriety, knowing that the people who see us think we look so nice and proper together, while in our own minds we know we have done everything filthy, that right at that moment I may be slipping my hand under the tablecloth to play with your wet cunt. And when the waiter serves us, I will handle my eating utensils with my hand fragrant from your cunt juices.
SUSAN-Yes, I know how that would thrill you. But why is masturbation so important to your sex life?
MAUREEN-It's the only way to keep ahead of the game of sexual enjoyment, my dear. I enjoy sucking a pussy or a cock, and you know that I can suck you dry, dear. But...how long do the precious moments together last? When I'm alone, I masturbate almost continually. I like to he in bed and do it while Bob watches me. He plays a vital role for me even if he can't possibly fuck me any more. The only thing that excites him so that we can both share sex is when I have another woman so he can play with himself most of the time, and join in, too.
On some rare occasions we have a man with us, and I masturbate Bob while the man fucks me or eats me. I get very little out of this unless the man uses his fingers on my cunt a lot. Yes, I'm quite a nut on masturbation. It's something I've always been thrilled over. I love watching a man masturbate his cock and see it shoot off. I like to watch them when they don't know it. I think its so much more thrilling, and I masturbate myself all the time, too. I have made several different types of dildo vibrators and other cock gadgets, of which you are well aware. I'll have to tell you more and show you the one that shoots off warm cream into me when I want it. I'm shivering with passion, my dear. I like to watch my husband or another man play with himself while they watch me making myself come in so many ways.
I really do like to see a potent man masturbate his cock and see the real cream shoot all over. I do suck off men when necessary. In preference to that, it is my desire to masturbate them, and I have developed so many techniques with Bob that I am somewhat of an expert.
SUSAN-Tell me more, honey. You know I've gone down on men before, too.
MAUREEN-First, I pump it up with my hand, using my thumb over the head. I find this fairly drives men to distraction, and it is the only way I can get Bob to come sometimes. His cream is so small in quantity that I like to rub it all over the head when it oozes out The way I rub the head-and I can control a cock very well to make it either last, or go off right away-men have told me they would rather I masturbate them than suck them off.
You know, my dear, I'm not usually very sensitive in my breasts. Men can suck them an hour and I can just sit there, enjoying only masturbating them or watching them do it. It's different when I rub my nipple in your wet pussy...tit-fucking excites me terribly! But it's so much in the mind The sight or the idea, the doing and talking about really obscene and filthy things are equally vital. The only place I can feel sexy is in my cunt, on my clit and lips. Fucking, sucking...they're all thrilling to my mind! So, when my mind is filled with delicious depravities, I have to masturbate...or be masturbated very expertly, to feel sex. And I think I'm going to masturbate right now...but go ahead, my dear. Ask the questions for your silly psychologist
SUSAN-What about when you were a kid, Maureen? Can you tell me about your mother and father?
MAUREEN-I have nothing but contempt for those kinds of questions! I am not abnormal. I have no problems with my conscience or emotional stability. I like dirty things! I like to masturbate because it feels good. Are you thinking there should be a legal limit on pleasure so long as it hurts no one? Bob is retired after having had a very successful business career. We have a comfortable income. Is there some reason I shouldn't walk around our apartment all day playing with my cunt if it makes me feel good? Bob is delighted by my sexiness, and we love to watch each other do terribly sexy things.
You know that I have found hundreds of ways to masturbate. I have, for instance, some rubberized seat cushions that I keep on the old stuffed chair in our extra bedroom. I masturbate by sitting on this chair, hold my cunt lips together and allow my pee to spout through my pubic hair. It trickles through my pubic hair warmly and then goes between my thighs and I come madly by manipulating my clit with my fingers.
No matter what, I usually go back to my own fingers, or form a vacuum with the palm of my hand and have a splat orgasm. But I do have one favorite, and that is my own invention...an artificial mouth I created it from the bulb off a portable douche device. I attached a piece of foam rubber about half an inch thick around the small opening with household glue. I fill the bulb with warm cream, just as I can do with one of my dildoes, to simulate saliva or come, and I fit it over my clit. I squeeze it fast or slow as my mood desires. It sucks my clit as a lover would do with her mouth...as you do, my dear sucker of my pussy. It sucks the clit way up into the neck of the bulb when I have the patience to use it all the way without fingering off too. It feels so very much like a woman's mouth on my clit and cunt
Bob is a bit clever, too. He has fixed up a mirror arrangement in my bedroom so that I can watch myself masturbate in any position. You've always thought they were so we could all watch each other, but I use the mirrors mostly when I am working on myself alone and creating awful and dirty fantasies.
SUSAN-What. . . about your parents. . . ?
MAUREEN-No, my dear, I will not discuss my parents-very prim and proper and religious people who brought us all up to be perfect ladies and gentlemen, which we all are in our public life. That's it...all I'm going to say about my parents!
SUSAN-All right, honey. Tell me about you and Bob then? How long have you been married?
MAUREEN-Just over twenty years now. He was a close friend of the family and...they let him marry me while I was quite young. He fucked me first when I was fourteen or fifteen, and he was still married to his first wife. I became pregnant, but had an abortion.
SUSAN-How long have you been having these threesomes with different people?
MAUREEN-Ever since shortly after we were married. I began to realize that I liked girls and wanted to suck a girl's pussy so much, that Bob arranged for me to have a beautiful Mexican teenager when we were vacationing in Latin America. He loved to watch me lap her up so much that we began making a regular thing of it when we came back. No more prostitutes. I seem to have a knack for picking out a girl.. . well, like you, my dear. I could tell you were horny, and I had an idea that you liked women. . . .
I suppose you think I'm very odd, my dear. But I like for you to look at me that way while I'm masturbating. You make me feel deliciously evil. . . .
Comment: Unquestionably, both Maureen and Bob were predisposed to a promiscuous sex life with a great deal of variety and "different" types of relations. Unfortunately, there is little background material to go on.
The fact that Maureen so welcomed and enjoyed an illicit affair with a married family friend so much her senior, is further evidence of her early sexual accomplishments and experience. At the same time, Bob was committing adultery with a minor child. They both craved the constant companionship of someone who was "bad."
"dirty" and "evil."
While there is much in the childhood backgrounds that must be responsible in some degree for their aberrant sexual behavior, the constant need for masturbation on Maureen's part as a means of supplementing the psychic element of sex seems to indicate that the mental processes were far more involved than the organic
These same elements are found in so many cases of interpersonal as well as solitary masturbation that a pattern of behavior is established to explain a great deal about the psychodynamics of the desires. The "finding" of each other after years of hidden guilt lends the opportunity to share these taboo pleasures, and thus constantly "forgive" each other.
Because of the odd-man or odd-woman factor in sexual threesomes with married couples, I find that masturbation is almost always practiced by at least one of the partners, and usually by all three at least for some portion of the session.
Perhaps the most common voluntary sexual triangle encountered today is the husband-wife-extra-man affair.
This is not necessarily a facet of today's swinging and swapping scene, as I have run across many documented instances dating back into the 19th Century where a single man has been lured into a threesome with a married couple. Undoubtedly, the practice dates back to the very beginnings of the human race, and is not a part of the so-called sexual revolution today.
In many of these situations, the husband merely wants to observe the extra man making love to his wife as he sits back and masturbates. Later, the guest may masturbate as he watches the husband and wife in intercourse, or he may join them on the bed and be masturbated by the wife or, in the case of bisexuals, while one man is coiting with the wife, the other straddles her face and is fellated by the husband. He could also participate by hovering over the wife's face for her to fellate him.
The husband is often the instigator of these affairs, but certainly not always. When a female is the odd party, he ordinarily tries to encourage Lesbian acts for his viewing pleasure, but often he does not know how the wife welcomes the opportunity to experiment with another woman in sexual relations, and to do it without being "untrue."
There are various other forms of more personal connections enjoyed by the threesomes, such as Maureen, Susan and Bob. There is the "sandwich," in which the "kinky" female is entered both vaginally and anally by the men, or a triangle utilizing mouth-genital connections.
Masturbation, of necessity almost, is included in this type of threesome arrangement. However, in most instances, it is done for convenience or as an occasional variation. In Maureen's case, masturbation had become a "pathological deviation" to an obsessive-compulsive degree. We will see similarities that are analagous in part to this study in some of the following reports. There are many overlaps, yet no two people are exactly alike in their preferences and in the motivational factors involved.
CHAPTER THREE
THE CASE-HISTORY OF NELL THOMPSON
"The first thing I think of in the morning when I wake up is a huge hunk of cock shoved in me. My eyes aren't even open before my hand is down between my thighs. I never sleep with clothes on. I can't stand anything binding or restricting me. My vagina is on fire constantly with a hot itch...and even when I'm sleeping I'm dreaming of wild and perverted sex. I dream of Negroes, young men, old men, dozens of men raping me and filling me with their glorious cocks. . . . "
Nell Thompson is a twice married nymphomaniac who recently sought help from a colleague of mine in a large Southern town. I was told by my business acquaintence that Nell almost continually masturbated herself during the long interview, by placing her heel at the inside of her crotch and agitating her vulva through the slacks she wore. We assume that she must have been wearing rubber panties, as no secretion seeped through.
In build, Nell is very attractive, a stunning blonde of twenty-seven with a classic 36-24-36 type figure. She weighs approximately 134 pounds and is five feet and five inches tall. Her good looks, strong sex appeal and personality have probably been more of a curse to her than a blessing.
From the tapes taken at the interviews with Nell Thompson, the reader will be able to see that the passionate fury experienced by the true nymphomaniac is no laughing matter. She is confronted constantly with a very real danger.
Here is how Nell told her story:
Sex may not be a problem for most people, but it's going to kill me. Most people think that to be desired so much is a blessing. Of course, I'm proud of my body, but sometimes I wish I'd been born an ugly cripple...or dead. When it comes to me and sex, I can never get enough. I want cock all the time.
The first thing.. . . [see open of chapter for remainder of this paragraph].
When I masturbate first thing every morning, I rub my clitoris so much that it gets sore and swollen. That makes it worse, more sensitive. I can douch with warm or ice cold water and have a dozen more orgasms then. I dig at my box so much that even my fingers get sore. My wrist will be aching from my frenzy of masturbation. But I won't be anywhere near a good climax. Sexual satisfaction is almost impossible for me. Oh, God, how I wish I could suck my own pussy! If I could do that. . . ha-ha...maybe I could lick my own problem. I'd be curled in a little ball like in my mother's womb...and I'd suck and lick myself there all day long.
Most of all, though, I want a nice, hard cock in me. There must be a man somewhere who can go for an hour or longer. I've heard of men like that. I've heard of men who could come and keep right on going...never go soft. I had a girlfriend who told me that their preacher had been fucking her since she was a kid, and he'd keep on going after he came and she could hardly feel it get soft at all.
Not for me. Most men can't do a thing for me. They climb on, get a good hard cock in me...then slam, bam, they're coming. By the time they're done, I'm just ready for serious lovemaking. I'm wanting it all the more because they've gotten me so damn hot! I get desperate and panic! I try to suck them up again real fast...and the bastards shoot off in my mouth, and I swallow it like a good little girl to make them happy. They like that. I have this one guy who pays, he won't give me the goddamn money until I open my mouth and let him watch me swallow it. You wouldn't believe the number of men I've gone to bed with in one night and still wanted more. Nobody would believe it. . . .
I'm so nervous and tense and edgy and hot all the time, I can't even hold down a regular job because of it When there are two or three men in an office I do everything I can to get them to fuck me, suck me, rape me-anything! They sit so goddamn righteously there with their pricks zipped in their pants, and the whole trouble is I'm coming on so strong I frighten them off.
My whole life is ruled by sex. I work as a part-time prostitute. Maybe I should say full-time. The only money I get to live on-and I've got a nice little apartment-is from men who want my body to use...long enough to satisfy them!
I like having my own nice apartment because it means privacy. I can fuck anybody I want to there. I only wish they were lined up at the door all the time. Damn! Why am I like this? I come from a good family and I was raised right. I'm cursed with this awful need that I can't ever satisfy. I'd be glad if I could have just one hour...one hour, to feel what it's like to not want sex.
With my hot ass, at least I can always make plenty of money and live nice...until I get a lot older. Maybe I'll lose this insatiable sex desire when I get older and men won't want to use me for sex any more. Now, men pay me good because I turn them on so much. I wear hot pants and miniskirts, and sometimes I'll wear stockings and garters with a mini because I know that excites hell out of most men. Some of them like to fuck me with my stockings and garter belt still on. One young guy with a lot of money, he likes me to dress up like a nun and fuck me with all that stuff still on. They like nurses and airline stewardesses too. So I keep uniforms and hot underwear for them.
They leave me turned on, dammit, and I never turn off. I'll do things with them that most normal girls would never do. I wish I could put my whole fist up my cunt. One time this guy who had real small hands, he got it inside and fucked me with his hand and arm. It hurt like hell when he shoved it up to past his wrist. But he got tired and worn out before I did. . . .
I hardly ever get any relief, even for a moment or so. As soon as I've masturbated a few times, eaten breakfast, taken a shower and used the rough wash cloth over my soapy clit for a while, I leave the door to my apartment open after I put on a robe. There's this big Negro guy about twenty who takes care of the small maintenance work in the building. He fucks me nearly every morning.
I'll never forget the first time I called him into my apartment. I pretended to have heard some mice the night before and I had Leroy hunting for holes to put some traps around. Oh, he's a huge black man, built like an animal and black as hard coal. I'd never had a Negro before, but I'd always wanted some black cock because I heard they were so good at fucking. When I was a kid at home, I peeked into my aunt's bedroom one time and saw our gardener eating her pussy while she sucked his big black cock. She was loving it so much, I thought that might be just what would do the trick for me.
I didn't know how to approach him. He was so much like a beautiful sexy animal! Oh! He had broad shoulders, muscles like footballs, a slim waist. But he would stare at me like he was in my power...like a slave. This is the South, baby, and he knew his place no matter what the Supreme Court said.
"Are you sure you heard mice, Miz Thompson?" Leroy asked me after he had looked all around the apartment. "We had no mice in this building for six years. The exterminator, he come every week to see we don't have none."
"How dare you call me a liar, black boy?" I snarled at him.
"Oh, no, Miz Thompson," he said very nervously, "I didn't mean nothin' like that. . . . "
I moved closer to him as he kept on apologizing. I tried guessing how long his cock would be. I wanted to see it! I felt like a kid being drawn toward a big chocolate Easter bunny. But then Easter bunnies don't have cocks, do they? I poured Leroy a glass of beer, shoved it in his hand, and plain ordered him to drink it. I let my robe slip open a little bit. I was very nervous, so it was easy to pretend I didn't notice that my pussy hairs were almost staring him in the face. He was sweating, but what made me get on fire was to see his pants start bulging.
"I.. . I shouldn't be here like this, Miz Thompson," he said uneasily, but his eyes bulged as much as his cock.
"Do you always do just what you're supposed to do?" I asked him.
"What.. . you mean, Miz Thompson?" he asked, and his black forehead was shining with sweat even though my apartment is well air-conditioned.
I couldn't hold back any longer. That kind of stupid talk could have gone on forever. "What do I mean?" I shrieked at him. "I mean, Leroy, that if a hot white girl with a good body wanted to give you this for nothing...would you be man enough to take it?"
I was standing bare-ass in front of a very astonished and embarrassed Negro. Leroy stared at my nakedness, gulped, and almost choked on his beer. I was right at his side. My hand went for his zipper. He was speechless. I reached down inside his pants for his cock. I found it! It was big and getting harder, and I hauled it right out. He wasn't up full yet, but it was six inches long already!
"Oh, Leroy," I moaned, kneeling to kiss the black cock hungrily, really shook up. "I want your cock, Leroy...please!"
"Oh, Lord, Miz Thompson," he stuttered. He was shaking all over, but his cock got harder as he looked down at the way I held it, my soft, white hands and the long, black rod. I had to get fucked!
"Get your goddam black ass in that bedroom!" I ordered him like I was his mistress and it was the year 1840. "Go on! Do you want me to scream 'rape!' right here...and really get your black ass hung?"
"Oh, no! Oh, Lord, no!" Leroy cried, his eyes pleading with me. But I still had to drag him almost to my unmade bed. When he stared down at me there in the bedroom, his hard cock was arched like a bow. I was laying on my back. I spread my thighs and started rubbing myself off a little. He stared at me like a damned idiot! I threatened to scream "rape!" again, and he shook his head like he was trying to come out of a trance or wake up from a dream. I know plenty of choice and sexy white girls love black rod, but I guess he never had that chance before...not like I was offering it to him. (I remember a girlfriend once told me she had to spit in this Negro's face in Birmingham so he would get so mad he raped her almost.)
Oh, God! What a fucking man that stud was! His jock shorts were an amazing white contrast to his black skin. His muscles were like those on a Greek God! His big cock was surrounded by thick, wiry, black hair. His cock was harder and almost'seven inches long, and don't tell me I can't make a good estimate on how long a cock is, after all I've had.
"Oh...no, Miz Thompson...please," he stuttered again, trying to back away from the bed. "If the res'dent manager know I be in here an' he try to get me for a 'mergency problem...he kill me!"
"Fuck me, goddammit! Put that black cock in here and fuck!" I screamed at him, almost crying. I dug my fingers at my cunt just once more to make it sore and more sensitive, then I grabbed him by his aim. I caught him off balance and he fell over right on top of me. I could feel that hard cock with its own pulsebeat jabbing between my legs. I sought his big lips with my tongue and we French kissed until I sucked his tongue into my mouth and toyed with it like I wanted to. I was on fire! I
I reached down for the cock and guided it right inside my soppy cunt. His inhibitions were almost gone and I tore at his shoulders with my long fingernails when I felt him begin to shove it in and out of my cunt. Oh, God, it was so good!
"Fuck me...oh, fuck me, Leroy!" I literally screamed at that black sex machine. My hips thrust to meet his. My entire vagina had swallowed all that cock of his on about the second stroke. I ground my cunt against the base of his cock and felt the crispness of his curly pubic hairs against my soft muff. Leroy put his hands under my ass and began to sock it to me with animal-rhythm. My cries and curses made him angry. I liked that. I wanted him to be brutal with me.
"Fuck me, you mother...fucker!" I screamed.
"Damn! Damn, woman!" he shouted at me like he was fucking one of his own (I loved it), and perspiration was dripping from all over his glistening black body. "Oh, woman...woman! That pussy won't let go my rod! You got a sucking pussy. I only had one black girl with a...a snapper like that. Oh, Miz Thompson! Go on! Grab my cock! Hold that rod in there t'see if I can pull it out. Oh, shit. . . . "
I can do anything I like with my vaginal muscles, control them as easily as an arm or leg. I clamped them around his cock. I wanted to hold him in there forever...like I had with a hundred or a thousand other men. My fingernails dug into his shoulders and I clawed his face. I pulled his ass so that I was sure I was getting all his cock. When I felt the head of it hit my womb, I screamed in momentary ecstasy. He kept hitting it each time and I kept screaming each time. Oh, God, what a wonderful way to go...while it lasts.
Leroy kept pumping it into me. Oh, that man was a good fucker! I could tell he was trying to hold back his orgasm until he could feel my passions riding toward a climax, too. He began to grind his big, beautiful black cock in circular motions, thrusting harder and longer. I could hear the wet smack of his balls. It made me all the more furious to have him make me come.
"Hold on! Oh...oh, God, don't come yet!" I screamed, gasping for air as I clawed his hard-muscled shoulders. "Fuck me...deeper! Damn you...hold it! Don't do it yet!"
I never saw a Negro work so hard or try so hard at anything in my life. But it was no good. Leroy collapsed on top of me in an exhausted heap and I could feel the gush of his come against my sensitive and almost raw insides. I stared down at him with nothing but contempt after he rolled off me and lay at my side. I didn't say anything. I reached down between my legs and started rubbing at my fiery cunt to let him know he was a failure as a stud. I began to scream. I tore at myself. I got all his come out and began crazily spreading it all over myself. I rubbed the sticky mass on my breasts, in my navel, all over my belly and upper thighs. Leroy lay there looking at me like I had gone mad.
"Hurry up, boy!" I demanded angrily. "Get it up again! Straddle my face here and I'll get it up while I keep my cunt on fire!"
Leroy was reluctant at first. I guess he thought I really was crazy. Slowly, he got on his knees straddling me, and worked his way up until his thighs were against the outsides of my tits. He liked that. He liked it more when I reached for his limp cock and guided it to my mouth, sucking and lapping. I felt a faint response as the blood began to force its way back into his black rod. I prayed it would get up quickly. I licked the tip, worked my tongue down the underside. I sucked the whole thing back into my mouth and worked on it like a milking machine on a cow's teat. That did it! He was almost completely hard. He was moving, fucking my mouth with his cock!
"Lay on your back!" I ordered him.
I pushed him down to the bed. Oh, God, he looked so beautiful there, his black body against the white sheets and a hot seven-inch cock standing almost straight up, except for the curve. I straddled his black thighs. I lowered my wet cunt until it swallowed his rod whole. My legs were under me. I began to move up and down on his cock. I was fucking him! He was wild, too. His massive, black hands grabbed my titties and he squeezed the life out of them as I continued to bounce up and down on that hard flagpole. I wanted to be on top so as to save him from becoming exhausted again. I could also get more of that cock in me from the above position.
I felt him go deep inside me. There was a look of real pleasure and intense sexual glow on his perspiring face. He smiled at me and grunted. I could see his white teeth and his black tongue. I had ideas about how good he could eat a pussy. I listened to the sounds of my wet cunt smacking his thighs. My whole bottom was wet with secretions and sweat.
I could feel the pull. Just a little longer, a few more minutes, and I could go into orbit! But the black son of a bitch started coming! I screamed at him. I spit in his face. I called him every dirty mother name I could think of. I told him he wasn't even half a man! I screamed at that Negro so much that he almost began to cry!
"I gotta give up, Miz Thompson," he said, breathlessly and shaking. "I jus' can't do no more. I never fuck a woman so long she couldn't come before. Miz Thompson...how many men do it take for you?"
"How many can you get for me?" I asked him smartly, rubbing my cunt real hard. "I'll pay you, Leroy.
"Is three okay?" he asked, looking at me doubtfully.
"How about three?" I responded, spanking my open cunt. "You got any brothers bigger than you?"
Leroy was shook up. He kept apologizing for not being able to get me off. He also gave me the name and address of a place in the ghetto to meet him the next evening. It was a Negro motel, run by an old man and woman who were alcoholics.
Four cars loaded with Negro men were waiting outside when Leroy met me at the door of the place and took me up to a room. He told me I would be safe with them, that he had told them he would kill any one of them who hurt me. They were all high on whiskey, pills, or something. They came in two at a time and they took out their cocks and began pulling at them as soon as they saw my naked white body stretched out on the bed begging for them. The guys outside were calling through the window for each pair to hurry up, so they would get to me while I was still going. Little did they know that I'd be ready to go when all of them were fucked out.
The first one on hit me like a wild man! He started to bite my shoulder. I milked his cock with my cunt muscles, and he came right away, cursing himself bitterly. I threw him off and urged the second one on. Within fifteen minutes I had exhausted three, big, horny, black men and I wasn't even warmed up. I was getting a lot of cock shoved into me, but they became soft and useless too quickly. I tore at their shoulders, screamed, cried out like a wild woman. It was a good thing that place was secluded and otherwise empty or the police would have been there. Believe it or not I had sex with eleven men that night and wanted more. Two guys got me in bed when they realized they had a real wild woman. One guy shoved it in me from the front, another from the rear, and a third Negro sunk it in my mouth. I was filled with cock in every way and begging for more. I was like the mayonnaise placed between two pieces of black bread. But I loved those black dicks in me!
One big guy got me down on the floor on all fours like a dog. His cock must have been eight inches long. He shoved it in my pussy first from behind and then he rammed it in my asshole. I cried out, gasped, and moved back to him. I let him have his way with me. I thought for sure he was going to be the one to make me come!
But he wasn't. As soon as he shot off in me, another guy slipped it in. Another cock first in my cunt then in my ass...and shoot off. One big black got under me and was sucking my tits for dear life. I know I came closer that night to being satisfied than I ever had before...since I became a nympho. If they had kept it up another two hours, I might have made it and been relaxed and content. But some of them had to get home to their wives, and the four who stayed couldn't get another erection even with me sucking their cocks for ten minutes each.
Leroy came in and got into the shower with me. He washed all the come and sweat and secretions off of me, and drove me back to my apartment in his car. I gave him a fifty dollar bill. Almost every week after that Leroy arranged another gang-bang for me. It wasn't complete, but it was something I had to look forward to every week. . . and hope.
All good things come to an end, don't they? Leroy's wife, and the wives of several of the guys who came to fuck me, found out what was going on. They called the police one night, but one of the guys got me out back and into his car, and they never could prove anything.
Oh, God! I was ready to climb the walls or fuck the doorknobs by then. The next janitor we had was a real religious white guy who told me I was going to hell every time I let him see me naked or asked him outright for cock.
Leroy had given me the name of a bellhop he knew in one of the city's biggest hotels for rich businessmen and conventions. With my looks and body, I figured I couldn't lose...making some good money. The bellhop was okay and got me a lot of business. He earned his one-third cut. But there were never enough men to satisfy me. I wanted gang-bangs again, but they were hard to find. I always went to bed restless, unable to sleep, and nervous. I averaged four men a night, but it was never enough! One of my guys told me that I should become a swinger and join some of the sex clubs because there were always plenty of men wanting to meet single girls. I hoped it would work, but the trouble was that I hurt most men's egos when I began to hand-fuck myself like crazy when they finished fucking me.
I joined some of the clubs and began to get all kinds of letters. I got some kicks from writing to guys and telling them how I wanted to be fucked by fifty guys, one right after the other. They didn't quite believe it, but when they had a swinging party I bet them I could handle every man there. I won more bets that way. I could have exhausted a small army, I think.
I began to travel a lot to meet guys or join a group, and it always paid off. It wasn't like I was a pro with them, but the expense payments were terrific! I always made sure at least five or six men would be available before I went to a party. Sometimes, when four men worked on me for an hour or two, fucking my mouth, ass and cunt, and sucking and biting my clit so that I rammed it in their faces from the pain, I was almost satisfied. But most of the time I ended up digging frantically at myself with my fingers and rolling around on the floor in a crying, screaming fit!
My sex life is all screwed up. I began sex very early. I had my first period early and then I wanted to get fucked. It's never stopped since then. The desire only becomes stronger....I've been married twice-and no man will stay with me after he finds out there's nothing he can do to satisfy me sexually....Sometimes, I feel like I want to kill myself!
Comment: There are many men who boast that they have found a "real nympho" for a girlfriend. Others feel it would be sexual paradise to find one to marry. There is an old riddle that goes: "What kind of woman would make a perfect wife?" The answer is: "A nymphomaniac who owns a liquor store."
The truth of the matter is that very few men have ever come into contact with a nymphomaniac as clinically defined. If they had, they would not boast about it. The true nymphomaniac is in a state of constant arousal, her desires insatiable. And Nell Thompson has certainly represented a graphic example of what is meant by true "nymphomania."
The origins of nymphomania may be physical: some irritating factor in the clitoral or vulval area I think most authorities are in agreement, however, that the problem is usually of psychological origin. In Nell's case, we only find out that she began her sexual excesses as soon as she began to menstruate. And this poses a question. Since her cravings began with a physical change, is there not a possibility that she needs medical help, an operation, that her problem is indeed physical in origin? Only a physician could tell us the answer to that.
I receive the impression that Nell had a very lonesome childhood. Perhaps she felt unwanted, except by boys. She says that she began to menstruate early, and I assume that her breasts were already developing and her legs taking on a look of mature femininity. She had probably beard from some questionable source that a girl was not "supposed" to have intercourse until after puberty. And the only form of intercourse she mentions at that period is genital-to-genital coitus.
Throughout her long narrative, Nell shows only passing interest in fellatio, cunnilingus, and other variations, with the exception of anal penetration. She is what we might call penis-oriented or penetrative-oriented. She has absolutely no desire for Lesbian love, and would obviously rather "fuck doorknobs" than to think of having sex with another female.
Perhaps the truth of the matter is that she is a covert Lesbian, one who refuses to recognize such a possibility. Yet she does not "protest too much." She never even mentions Lesbian contacts or speak of female homosexual lovemaking. It was recommended that Nell go first to a qualified gynecologist for a complete physical exam, explaining her problem fully to the physician. If he does not feel that her condition can be aided by an operation or medication, he should then refer her to a psychologist or psychiatrist whom he personally knows and has faith in. In that way, whether she can benefit from some medical care or not, the psychotherapist will be in touch with her gynecologist when the need may arise.
The nymphomaniac is indeed a very pitiful woman. The bearded drunk, the unemployed ass, men roaming the streets for a pickup-they all look good to her. Yet she finds few takers. They all know her, recognize her, and avoid her. As much as they themselves may hunger for sex, and as shapely and attractive as the nymphomaniac may be, they know they will be incapable of satisfying her, that the experience will be exhaustive and frustrating, that scratches, bruises and teeth marks will leave the telltale evidence of the nymphomaniac's dissatisfaction.
CHAPTER FOUR
VERONICA LARSON: A BEHAVIORAL BRIEF
"I can't help it. I wait for his calls every morning after I get the kids off to school....I like to tell him how I will let him put his cock up my ass and fuck me that way. We both get to breathing heavy. He tells me exactly how he's going to eat me-pulling my lips apart and licking deep inside and up to my slit....Oh, I can't help it! I can come ten times talking with him. But I've never seen him in my life. I don't really want to. It's too good this way, and I'm not getting myself involved. . . . "
Veronica Larson is a thirty-four-year-old housewife and mother of two who lives in a modem suburban home in New York. She originally consulted a therapist about what she termed her "chronic masturbation." During the course of her consultations, however, she finally came out with her real concern which, indeed involved masturbation, but in a manner that was quite unusual.
I will report the pertinent parts of her revelations here:
I have, a compulsion! My routine was established, haven't I told you enough times? I was on the brink of going out to ask some man to make love with me. My husband doesn't like to talk sexy when we fuck, and I get tied up in knots because I want to yell out and tell him how "fucking good he feels." He thinks I'm dirty.
I couldn't stand it, so that was when I started on this routine. As soon as I got my husband off to work and the kids packed off to school, I would lie in bed and masturbate. I knew the fault wasn't mine. I stood in front of the mirror to admire my naked body, too. For a thirty-four-year-old mother, I have a beautiful body...and I'm proud of it. I only weigh 125, my breasts are firm and shapely and I measure 36...with a C cup! My legs are good. Men always look at them, and I love to see them gape when I wear a miniskirt. My...ass is pretty. I have a lot of sex appeal.
It happened about two months ago. I had finished masturbating, taken a shower and put on only a shift.. . nothing under it I felt so fresh and tingly all over. I was washing the breakfast dishes about nine-thirty. The phone rang. There was a strange silence at first. Then I heard someone breathing, exhaling very heavily. My first reaction was one of interest. I had been reading so much about obscene callers in the paper, and I knew that some of them were called "breathers." I placed my hand down at my covered sex parts and began to rub through the cloth and feel down my pubic hairs beneath.
I was breathing heavy also, when I suddenly realized that I had no idea who was on the other end of the line. Somebody I knew? A friend of my husband's? I had a reputation to maintain.
"Who is this?" I demanded to know in a very impatient voice.
"I've got a big, hard cock in my hand, baby," this gruff, virile voice out of the blue declared. "It's ten inches, baby. How would you like to suck it off...or get fucked by it? I'm ready, baby!"
I couldn't hang up. I was on fire! I kept asking who he was. There was no fear in my mind except that of discovery, that he might know I was Mrs. Veronica Larson, married, den-mother, two children. But his only reply to my question was: "I'm Peter, baby-Peter Prick. I'd like to see your cunt. I might like to suck it Are you naked, baby?"
I gave in...or gave up. I took a deep breath and told him precisely what I had on, and I sat down in the chair at the telephone table and raised my shift to my waist because I was already becoming so moist between my thighs. "Go ahead," I told him. "Keep talking. . . . " I tried not to sound too interested, but he knew he had me, I think, because he took off again, telling me:
"I'm naked, baby...stripped naked with ten inches of hard prick in my hand. Wouldn't you like to suck on a cock that big? How about your husband or boyfriend...does he have that much hard cock to stick in your sweet cunt? Huh?"
He must have known by then that I was dripping with passion. He went on to ask me in detail what I was doing, how it felt, how wet I was. We talked like that for over an hour, and I climaxed three times. The part I liked was his description of how he would go down on me. "I'll start licking your titties, baby," he said. "And then I'll lick .down your navel and over your belly until I get in that patch of sweet hair. I'll lick down the hairs until you'll be crying for me to suck your cunt. I'll use my tongue to part your lips and then I'll lick up one side and down the other. TCI go in farther until I'm licking up and down your dripping inner lips, and then I'll scoop up your juice with my tongue and it'll slide back and forth over that clit of yours so good, you'll keep on coming.
He was so...so knowledgeable about sex and what a woman like me wanted...so much very sexy talk and descriptions of weird sex. He made me do things with myself I never thought I would be capable of doing. And I had to describe how I would suck his cock and put my tongue in his anus, and how I would swallow all of his come.
He wanted me to put the telephone by the side of my mouth while I sucked one of my nipples. I had already answered his questions about how big my breasts were, and if I could suck my own nipples. I did everything he asked, pulling my right breast to my mouth and slipping my lips over the nipple and sucking hard so that he could hear the sucking and pop sounds.
I was so amazed to find this kind of sexy talk was affecting me so much. I knew I wanted it, but I never knew how good it would really be. The man turns me on at the first ring of the phone. By the time we had finished talking that first time, I was begging him to call me back, but to be very careful as to when he called. He appreciated my situation quite well, and from little things he has said, I believe he has a family, too. I think he's at his office when he calls me, with the door locked and the others out for a coffee-break or lunch. It must be lunch. We talk for over an hour nearly every day.
Yes, he tells me how he's playing with himself and masturbating....We both masturbate our anuses. We put our fingers in at the same time and explain to each other how it feels. He also likes for me to put the telephone down by my pussy when I'm very juicy and playing with myself.
I like to put the telephone down there so he can hear my juicy masturbation and I can hear his voice yelling sexy things right near my pussy. I kiss...make kissing, sucking sounds. Really, I do, and he does the same and we make noises as if we were sucking each other. He will say, "Suck my balls," and I will make the sucking sounds and say he is sucking my pussy at the same time.
He's asked me to use my fingers and taste my own juices. I love it. He knows each thing to say and do for me. I do find everything kinky to be very sexy when I'm talking with him. I'm in another world...I'm another person. I could be doing worse things every day. At least I'm not committing adultery by letting another man really fuck me and suck me, or by my sucking his balls and ass. Oh, damn, there isn't anything I wouldn't say I would do with that man!
Comment: Those who masturbate and fantasize to excess to the sound and words of their own or their sex-partner's voice in talking of sex are known as coprolalists. When the partners never see each other, their imaginations may run wild. A handsome man may be talking to a sixty-eight-year-old woman. Or the excitable female may be talking to a diseased and dirty old man. But so long as they stick to their telephone masturbation and fantasies, the mental image conforms to their wishes.
The telephone masturbators are only one step removed from a physical interpersonal contact. They have the advantage of immediate dialogue and verbal and sound response from the partner. Many of these callers do eventually meet, but a far greater number suffer from personality problems, or perhaps physical problems, that make them fear too close contact or involvement with others.
In the case of Veronica Larson, we see the "frustrated housewife" complex. Her husband will not go along with the variations that she feels she needs for effective sexual relations. First, she turned to much self masturbation for relief. If anyone was ever ready for an obscene telephone call from a male, it was Veronica.
Her reaction initially was one of intrigue and wonder. Her fantasy of having sex with a man in a "safe" and uninvolved way, was suddenly served up to her on a silver platter.
Her daily masturbatory orgies became a mutual affair, shared with another human being. While she handled the first part of the original conversation without committing herself, the very fact that Veronica listened to the man at all without hanging up was an indication to him that she was interested or at least curious. The more deeply she became involved, the more she committed herself. Eventually, she became powerless to resist him. She was a virtual sex slave to a man she had never seen and whose identity was completely unknown.
Even after Veronica became conscience stricken and decided to see a psychotherapist, the man had gained such a hold on her that she feared if she did not continue her telephone affair with him, he might tell her husband or children. The man may have known who she was, may have selected her husband's name from the phone book, or known the family personally. He could have been a blackmailer making tape recordings of their conversations.
Females who receive calls like this should take the advice offered by the phone company and most local police. As soon as the call is recognized for what it is, at the very first suggestive remark or obscene word from a stranger, they should immediately hang up the phone. Men who make such calls are trying to elicit some kind of response, even a negative one. They want to keep the female talking. If she hangs up immediately, there should be little to fear. These men are not activists. If they were, they would seduce females they knew and in an orthodox manner, or they would rape a woman.
If calls do persist even after hanging up on the caller, the police or phone company should be contacted. In this age of electronic technology, objectionable anonymous calls can be traced without a great deal of trouble.
CHAPTER FIVE
THE CASE STUDY OF JEAN D.
"I'd love to eat it out. Lick all around it and grab your prick and play and...slowly, very slowly...stick the tip of my tongue right in your asshole! Oh, God! I'm coining again...oh, Gordon! Kiss me! Suck me! Let me hear you!"
Jean D. is a physical education teacher in a large city in Southern California. She also has an active interest in literature, the arts, and languages, and still attends college classes two nights a week toward her Master's degree. Yet, despite a good job of professional standing, her cultural interests, and a collector of antiques and rare artworks, I would estimate that Jean spends a minimum of two hours a day (more on weekends) making obscene telephone calls to strange men. She is certainly the exception to the rule, i.e.-that only men are obscene phone callers. She is truly, I feel, one of the most extreme of the kinky girls of today.
I had heard about this anonymous female caller from several people and knew that the police had a complaint from at least one married man who received calls from her when his wife was home and would pick up the extension phone. At least the complaint fit the pattern, which is such a rarity that I feel, no doubt, the person involved was Jean.
The bulk of material in this study, however, came to me quite by accident. An unmarried male friend of mine asked me recently if I would be interested in a documented case of female telephone coprolalia. When I told this young man, an industrial psychologist, that I was very much interested because of my research on the kinky girls, he invited me to listen to a tape recording he had made of almost all of the initial conversation with Jean. He also told me the following:
"Fm sure you'll understand that I'm not some kind of a misfit, too. We all know that about any male is easily excited by an aggressive gal who really socks it to him. This is all anonymous, you know, Dalton, and I'm going to erase the tape after you take your notes because I don't want the damn thing lying around. My nephew or niece might slip it on the machine and hear it sometime when they're visiting.
"What happened was this. I'd been out for a few drinks one Friday or Saturday and was back at my apartment about one in the morning. The phone rang, and you'll hear for yourself in a minute, that the most pantingly seductive and sexy voice you've ever heard, asks for 'Joe,' which is a pretty sure way to let on that she's got to be kidding...except there are some guys named Joe, naturally. But the way she said it, you'd think she was having an orgasm right that minute, and was working up to the next one as she slowly goes into the wildest sex routine I've ever heard. If there's a kinky girl in this town who ought to be in that book, Dalton, it's got to be Jean.
"I turned on my tape recorder and put the little induction coil with the suction cup mike on the receiver as soon as I realized this was the telephone nympho I'd heard about. It's a good thing I had my old recorder working then, and with a seven inch, extra-thin reel going at one and seven-eighths. My new cassette job wouldn't take near that much time without having to switch over tapes every thirty minutes or so, and this babe was a long talker, let me tell you.
"We must have talked for two hours or more.. . . "
With space limitations what they are, I decided to present a very edited version of the conversation here, but one that includes all the relative material important to this study:
GORDON-Oo-oops! Hit the phone with my can of beer. Sorry about that. Uh...hello there, hm-m-m?
JEAN-Mm-mmm, I only drink Scotch, darling. You know I love it. Uh...this is Joe, isn't it?
GORDON-Sorry...wrong number. My name's Gordon. My friends sometimes call me "Gordy," but that reminds me of one of those Japanese monster pictures on The Late Show.
JEAN-Oh, come, darling! You must be Joe. You sound so sexy...like Joe.
GORDON-Honey, I wish I were Joe, but I'm not. For real, I'm not.
JEAN-No! Now that I've heard you talk...the expressions you use...by God, I don't think you are Joe. . . .
GORDON-Well. . . you might as well tell me who
Joe is. Maybe he could introduce me to you.
JEAN-Joe is a precious dear that I play tennis with on...on otherwise dull weekends. The poor man isn't any good at making love...so I just play with his...tennis balls. I was going to tell him about a couple who wanted to join us next week. But that can wait. I feel so...mm-mm good right now...deliciously relaxing in bed here until noon tomorrow. Gawd! I'm glad we don't have phonovision, darling. I'm lying here in bed nude. Totally naked!"
GORDON-That's interesting. Do you always go to bed naked?
JEAN-It's yummy...feeling the soft sheets next to my...body...nude.. . mm-mmm...kiss me.. . .
GORDON-You've sold me, sweetheart. What's the name and address? I'll be right over.
JEAN-[after some heavy breathing and sound of movement] Mm-mmm...you do sound...sexy. I might even like you. Tell me, darling...do you like the way I sound...hm-mmm?
GORDON-I have never had a voice turn me on like yours in my whole life. The sexiest thing I ever heard on a telephone. If you don't watch out, your turn-on is going to short-circuit me.
JEAN-That's nice...Gordon. I like that name. It's so very, very masculine...virile...potent. . . .
GORDON-Oh, my God! When you talk like that I get too potent!
JEAN-Careful, dear...down, boy. Flattery may get you everything. Damn! I shouldn't be talking like this, Gordon. You'll get the wrong impression. I'm really a very nice girl from a disgustingly respectable family. I've been educated abroad, lived in Europe, Britain, the Far East. I may sound like an awful snob, darling, but it's all very true.
GORDON-Honey...I'd believe anything you told me right now. I'll bet you've got the face and body, too.
JEAN-You'll think I'm very conceited, darling. But...now that you ask, here goes. Weight: a bit over one-thirty, I'm afraid. . . .
GORDON-Fine. I can't stand these slim girls with their starving figures.
JEAN-Twenty-four in the waist and...thirty-nine in the hips. But, darling...I do have a most beautiful ass!
GORDON-Damn! Whew! And with a voice like that...you have a certain psychosomatic effect on a guy.
JEAN [very softly and huskily]-Don't tell me you have a big hard-on, darling...just from talking to me? GORDON-Oh, but I do, my sexy little kitten. I do.
JEAN [breathily]-Real big and hard? GORDON-Very definitely.
JEAN-Mm-mmm...are you glad it's hard, Gordon? Do you like to fuck? Are you playing with it? GORDON-Whew! I know I'd be a lot better off if you'd tell me where you live so I could come over there and give a home demonstration. What the hell? You're single...I guess. I'm single. And it's the weekend. . . .
JEAN-What kind of a girl do you think I am, Gordon? I don't even know who you are...or what you are. Except that you're a man...with a nice voice. I'm so...vulnerable right now, darling. I'd probably let you do anything to my body. No. Go ahead and tell me about your hard cock and what you'd like to do with it How long is it? How wide...thick?
GORDON-Well...I knew an airline stewardess once who had a thing about the size of it. She took a yardstick from under her pillow after I was very hard and ready to go, and it turned out that it was almost seven inches long and two inches thick. Now, how does?
JEAN-Mm-mmm.. . so thick and juicy. You sound good enough to eat. May I eat it?
GORDON-Damn! I can't take much more of that. And I don't even know your name.
JEAN-I'm Jean, but what's more important to me right now, darling, is what you're doing. Tell me...are you playing with that big, delicious, hard cock right now?
GORDON-No...but I might be if you don't hurry up and tell me how we can get together in the same bed in about ten minutes. You sound like you're about to go, Jean.
JEAN-Oh, Gordon...I am ready! Talk...talk to me, darling. Here, listen [sounds of very moist flesh upon mucous membrane, shifting of the position of telephone, for about 15 seconds] Oh, oh, Gordon! Put it in me! Now! Fuck me! Didn't you hear how juicy I am...and I'm going to come after just a little more. Oh, Gordon...put your cock down there where my fingers are. Fuck me, Gordon! I'm fucking myself now. Oh, talk to me! Play with your cock...come with me!
GORDON-Oh, goddamn, Jean! I am playing with it , . . but I wish I had it right in your pussy. Please, let me come over there! Please!
JEAN-Oh, God, I've come twice...twice with you, Gordon, and I'm still so hungry for you. May I suck your cock? Do you like that? [sucking noises]
GORDON-Oh, hell, Jean...I can almost feel your lips around it now!
JEAN-Gordon...I'd love to eat you...suck your cock. I'd like to keep it in my mouth after you come and I swallow every drop...and keep sucking it until you get hard again. Oh, darling, I'm so juicy and fucking horny! Listen! [approximately one full minute of the sighs, moans, and exclamations in the background]
GORDON-Come on, Jean...come on! Tell me more about eating me! What else would you do? Tell me, Jean. . . .
JEAN-Mm-mmm. Oh, darling, I want to lick the little dewdrops off the slit in the head and put my lips over the head...just over the head...to see if I can suck out more dewdrops. I want to lick your whole cock all over and get it very wet and drippy with my saliva. Darling...do you have big balls?
GORDON-Average...maybe better.. . .
JEAN-I want to lie under you. I want you to lower yourself over my face, Gordon. I want to hold your prick up...out of the way, open my mouth very wide...and let your balls down into my mouth. I wouldn't hurt, darling. I only want to suck them gently and taste and smell your masculine crotch and those long hairs. Do you have a lot of pubic hairs, darling?
GORDON-I'm hairy all over. Like an ape!
JEAN-Oh, my God...what you did to me! I love' hairy men! But...I'm sucking your balls, remember? And when I suck them for a while and feel your hard cock wiggling in my hand, I'm going to use my tongue to push your balls out of my mouth. I want to hold open the cheeks of your hairy buttocks...so I can tongue your...asshole!
GORDON-Whew! Go on, Jean. What then?
JEAN-I want to lick all over your bottom, darling, in your crotch and back up to your cock and all around it, and then go back to your .sexy asshole! I'd love to eat it out...eat it out. Lick all around it and grab your prick and play and...slowly, very slowly...stick the tip of my tongue right in your asshole. Oh, God...I'm coming again...oh, Gordon! Kiss me! Suck me! Let me hear you!
GORDON [after complying with her wish for erotic sound effects]-There...was that what you wanted? If I was there I'd do it, too...Oh, hell! I can't hold it, Jean. I'm coming!
JEAN-Good! Come beautifully, darling. I'm coming again, too...fuck. Fuck me, Gordon! Give all of it to me! Or...I'll suck it all out. I'll let you come all over me...oh, I don't care what you want to do with me, Gordon. My body is yours!
GORDON-Oh-h-h, baby...that was good. I never thought...whew, I'm out of breath. I never thought a girl could get to me like you...on the telephone.
JEAN-[also breathless and excited] Did you shoot a lot, Gordon? Where did you shoot it? Tell me, Gordon. Tell me!
GORDON-Whew...I grabbed a couple of tissues and came in them. They're soggy...what a load...what a mess. I think. . .
JEAN-Lie down and relax after you throw that wasted load away on the Kleenex. Oh, what a waste. I love to suck come from a cock. Now...I'm going to give you a bath all over with my tongue...all over your whole body, and make you hard again. Gordon? Will you do something to me I just love?
GORDON-Just name it.
JEAN-[her voice breathy and husky again] I want to get down on the bed dog-fashion...but not for what you think. I want you to fuck my asshole. Will you?
GORDON-Honey, I will sure do my best. The last time I tried that I couldn't get in. It was too damn tight. Is yours. . . .
JEAN-Do you know what I'm doing right now?
GORDON-Tell me.
JEAN-I scooped a little Vaseline out of the jar and Fm rubbing it into my asshole. It's becoming very relaxed. I can get two fingers in past the knuckles. Oo-ooh! It feels so good. I know you could get your cock in me. Will you, Gordon? Will you please fuck my ass?
GORDON-You bet. Tell me where to come. I'll be there in ten minutes.
JEAN-Please, darling...put a-little Vaseline in your hand and rub it all over your cock and see how good it feels. You can get it up and come again much more easily. . . .
The conversation continued for at least another twenty minutes. Gordon took Jean's suggestion and did have another orgasm. However, she still refused to reveal her name, phone number, or address. She promised Gordon to call back. After four ox five more masturbatory conversations, Gordon began to utilize a bit of the "power" he held over her. Jean was fascinated to a point of compulsive infatuation with Gordon's voice.
After two weeks, Jean finally gave in. She told him her address and asked him to come by the next evening. "She was real nervous after that," Gordon explained. "We talked and had another orgasm...at least she did. But she wasn't the same. I couldn't understand what was the matter, but I was no less eager to meet her. I'm as human as the next guy."
In telling of the meeting, Gordon went on to say:
"I know that apartment house of hers is in the category that an efficiency goes for two hundred or better...unfurnished. Inside her one bedroom apartment, the decor, furnishings, everything had an exotic motif. There were little objects of art, pottery, knick-knacks and other tasteful souvenirs from all over the world. She had a library of all the great works of literature, plus textbooks on physical fitness, health, nursing, the whole works.
"The big surprise was Jean herself, dressed in baby-dolls and a sheer pastel-blue peignoir. She has a lovely, seductive face, long blonde hair and full lips...sexy lips. But Jean had been a terrible liar about her body! She must be over six feet tall and weighed over two hundred. Her breasts were almost monstrously huge, and her big ass was offset a little because her big thighs were in proportion. A huge body, but not the kind most men go for, or would take along to a cocktail party or a movie. She was obviously young, though. She could have passed for younger than the twenty-six or whatever it was she had told me.
"Jean tried to apologize and laugh off the deception. She was nervous about it until I lied a lot to give her some reassurance. I guess that's why she was so nervous on the phone after she finally decided to let me come to see her.
"I sat on the couch and she turned down the lighting and joined me, after fixing a drink for us. When I looked at her face, and those huge breasts showing right through her peignoir, I'll have to be honest and admit that I became pretty "aroused. I kissed her, trying to disregard her size. Her lips were terrific! They were relaxed and sexy. She put her tongue in my mouth and then drew mine into hers. When we broke for air, her face was flushed and she was breathing very heavily. Her smeared lipstick and wet mouth looked beautiful. Her eyes were exciting.
"She knew I had an erection because she kept looking down at my bulging trousers and licking her lips very sensually. I began to rub her big breasts and move the huge things around. It was like lifting a bowling ball covered with gauze. I took one out with no problem and began to suck hard on her big nipple. Her hand unzipped my trousers and she took it out.
" T want to suck you!' she said with a sudden intake of breath as her eyes widened. Jean eased her big body down to the floor between my legs and put it in her mouth. She savored it.. . like a gourmet testing a new dish. Jean was terrific at it. She licked it up and down and moved her head back and forth, shaking the long blonde hair from her face. She looked up at me with pleading eyes and said, 'Oh, I love your cock, Gordon. I'm going to suck you off. I want to taste you and eat you. . . . '
"It was the best I'd ever had that way. She had an educated mouth and tongue.. . oh, did she ever! When I came, she wouldn't let go until she had sucked out the very last drop.
"I felt very obligated. I was going to have to repay her...reciprocally...or in some kind of sexual way. I began to kiss her big thighs and work up toward her vagina after I stripped her. Suddenly, she grabbed her thin clothing and held it over her body, and pushed me away. 'Go, Gordon,' she said, almost in tears. 'You don't have to do that. I know you don't want to.. . I'm so big.'
"I tried to protest, but she just shook her head and asked me, 'Gordon...call me on the phone when you get home. Fuck me over the phone again.. . will you?'
"I promised her I would, but I never did. That telephone sex is just a little too kinky for me."
Comment: I found this study to be one of the most interesting for my book. While thousands of obscene calls are made every day, I would say that well over 90% are made by men to females. Male homosexuals often make obscene calls to other males, too. It is indeed a rarity to come across a case like this one.
I checked out the identity of Jean through the city directory and other sources, and discovered that she was the daughter of a high ranking diplomat, recently retired. She had indeed lived all over the world and was educated at the best schools.
I will not attempt to make a case-history assessment of Jean's coprolalic mania because there is too little to base it upon. I will say that there seems to have been a personality clash and probably a serious lack of needed affection and attention from her parents. Her size helped contribute to her inferiority complex, and it may be that she refuses to at least take off a little of the fat because of conflicting emotional problems.
Jean lives in a strange fantasy world of sexual excitement I asked Gordon to call her and see if she would be willing for me to talk to her in regard to my research. He dialed her number a total of over one hundred times in six days. The line was always busy. Apparently her telephone mania is compulsive. The very instrument itself has become a sex symbol to her because it is her means of sexual communication with the world of males outside.
Jean probably justifies her coprolalic mania as a way out of her "big girl" problem. In order to cater to her insatiable erotic needs, she has created an "ideal" situation. While she paints a highly exciting picture of herself over the telephone, which the average male is always eager to accept, she also builds up in her own mind a handsome and heroic image of the men to whom she speaks.
So long as she limits herself to these telephone encounters, she need not worry about how big and fat she is, that her partner's eagerness may be washed away after viewing her. The telephone banishes all her fears, self consciousness and feelings of inferiority. It acts as a shield and allows her to dream the impossible dream, knowing that her unseen partners are at least sincere in their words of desire to the image, the fantastic image of beauty and sensuality that Jean can so vividly create with her impassioned voice.
Jean lives a life of contradiction and conflict, twirling around in a vicious circle of impossibles and imponderables. It is to be hoped that she will in some way be persuaded to seek professional help and learn first to love herself, so that she may then be capable of loving others and of receiving that love from the many who will accept her as she is.
If she does not seek help soon, I feel that her condition will grow worse. She will become so enraptured by her constant telephoning and masturbating, that after work and weekends will not be enough. She will be compelled to quit her job, and devote her whole day to making telephone calls to new and different men. Not only does she face this possibility, but also that of being caught (by some jealous wife or girlfriend perhaps) and reported to the police. Upon conviction or a plea of guilty, Jean would face either a jail sentence and/or fine, or commitment to a mental institution.
A farther step away from reality in impersonal sexual communication is that of "tapespond," the exchange of tape recorded erotic monologues and sound effects. The element of instant response or dialogue is missing, of course, but many erotic "tapesponders" synchronize their times for making tapes, which adds an element of mental telepathy, and seems to add a little something extra for the participants. It is this aspect of the kinky girls' behavior that I will pursue in the next chapter.
CHAPTER SIX
THE CASE STUDY OF MRS. ANNA F.
"So, I want to tell Clyde we are lying in bed together kissing and playing with each other. He is going to...hear what two hot pussies sound like.. . . He wants to know this because he has a big prick in his hand, yes? My legs are apart and Sheri is going to...ah-ha, she is eating my pussy now. Ah, you are so unlucky to be there in America while I am here.. . . "
Mrs. Anna F. is known to her friends and neighbors, as well as her husband's friends, as a very charming and attractive housewife and mother. She is European, but speaks and understands English very well. Her husband is a well-known celebrity in Europe, so all of their bizarre sexual activities are carried on discreetly and fairly secretly. Anna advertises in most of America's largest circulation swinger magazines for "tape correspondence with men and woman of unusual interests...who like to be dominated."
I first heard of Anna from a man who consulted me about concern of a masochistic side of his personality that had been brought out by his proxy tape affair with Anna. He agreed to let me listen to some of the tapes she exchanged with him and see the color photos she sent to him. Because of the fact that her husband was so well known, I had no trouble in verifying the validity of the letters. The name and address coincided precisely with that listed by the police registration bureau (in most European countries almost everyone is required to be registered).
The photographs of Anna readily attest to her claimed beauty and measurements of 39-26-39. She is thirty-three years old, a tall and quite voluptuous redhead. Both she and her husband, Pierre, come from wealthy and cultured families. They are both university graduates.
After an exchange of letters with the American, Clyde (the man who consulted me), Anna began to have an erotic-hypnotic effect on him. She demanded that he be her "slave," while she was the mistress or dominatrix in a type of proxy bondage or slave-master sadomasochistic relationship. Clyde also expressed a wish to know more about Lesbian lovemaking from her, as she claimed to have both male and female "slaves" and lovers.
Following the correspondence, Anna bought a cassette tape machine and told him to buy a compatible instrument. The cassettes last for 90 minutes, and Anna used every centimeter allowed. The following is an excerpt from one of the first tapes she sent to Clyde:
I hope you can be able to understand of my English [her accent was quite thick, but she was always understandable and the tone of her voice dramatically fit the words and accent for the desired effect]. I have some American friends of some importance here. They know my husband...they know me. They are not for sex, only friendships. But they are very important Americans.
Yes, I think you will be able to make a good slave of yourself for me. But first, we must get to know each other on these tape. Do you have my photographs in front of you as you listen to your mistress? You better also be naked of any cloths as I order you to be whenever you read my letter or listen to my voice on the tape. And...do you have an erection? A hard prick? Good.
Tonight, Pierre is in Switzerland for his work, and the children are in boarding school. I am quite alone. I am also naked...almost. I wear only the black brassiere, black stockings and garter belt you like so much on my pictures. My pussy? Yes, my slave, it is open with my fingers. If you were here with me...you could see the lips of both inside and out. You could see the pretty red hairs on my pussy because now, at this very moment, I make myself feel hot and sexy. I twist my fingers down through the thick red hairs, and I rub between my lips until I am making much sex liquids for you. . . .
My slave in Australia, he is a man with millions of dollars and much ranches...like in your Texas. He tell me that my voice is very sexy and he has three masturbations to listen to one hour and one half of my tapes. My voice is delicious and is dripping with sex, yes?
And how did you like the panties I send to you? Ah-ha, they are very special. I wore them two days next to my body. I was to masturbate in them three times so they are fill with my come [she means "secretions," as there is no ejaculation of fluid connected with the female orgasm]. Did you wash them for me? Ah-ha, you know what I mean. Wash them with your mouth...and lick and suck them until all is come out of them.
You see in this package with this tape I send you also another small packet with my special flavor candy. You will eat this candy, Clyde! You will eat it while you are with another girl who is sexy, and you will kiss her with your mouth open and a small part of the candy yet to be dissolved in your mouth. Do you know how this candy I make is with special flavor? Ah-ha, I tell you that I was masturbating my' pussy for three hours one morning, and I take a little spoon to lift the creams from my pussy and put into a cooking pot. Not much, maybe...but enough to flavor if-jost for you! And when I make the candy in the same cooking pot, I use not so much of the regular style for flavoring, and not quite so much water as in recipe. It is ver-ry good, yes? My specialty.
You...will be receiving from me soon more candy, also specially flavored from my body and may-bee, I will put some more interesting ingredients from my pussy after Anton makes a big fuck in me! He is a garbage collector, Clyde! Do you like it that I will not fuck you but I make a garbage collector fuck my pussy? It is possible that I will flavor the candy after Pierre fuck me. But you must not worry. You are a slave, and you must do all that I demand!
Now! At this very moment, you will take your hard cock in your hand...and you will listen! Listen! [sound of microphone moving around, the sounds of female masturbation, and erotic expressions and sighs in the background]. Here, Clyde, lick my wet pussy.. . so wet I can imagine you are biting and sucking on my clitoris. Ah! And you will have to be punished! I will beat your penis with my fist! I hurt you!
Oh, fuck you, Clyde! Clyde! I am going to pinch my nipple and then torture you! Ah! You put that goddamn dildo in my ass, too...oh! Oh! I make myself come now! Listen...listen! Masturbate your cock...now! Oh! Oh...we made it together.. . .
Clyde was very honest and admitted to me that he would save every tape of Anna's so that he could masturbate while he was in the mood, and use them for his outside stimulus. He waited for each new tape from Anna very anxiously. He followed her instructions explicitly in the tapes he made for her. He did precisely what she demanded. At one point, Anna ordered that he cut himself with a razor blade on the head of his penis so that she could hear him screaming. She also demanded a Polaroid photo of his bloody penis to send her as proof.
During a visit to Hamburg, Germany, Anna sent Clyde a tape recording in a situation with two male "slaves" involved in several kinds of humiliation and punishment. She also sent him a tape made with her Lesbian girlfriend, Sheri, an American female of nineteen who was attending the university in Berlin.
I will present first some revelatory excerpts from the Hamburg tape. Gerhard and Karl are two English-speaking males. Gerhard is a European film actor of forty-one. Karl is independently wealthy, a fairly well-known playboy type of twenty-seven. It is Gerhard who introduces the tape:
GERHARD-Hello. I am going to tell you what all is to happen here because I was in U.S. for two years for some movies requiring that I speak English good. I can still speak enough to tell you, I think. We are in a very nice and modern hotel suite here in my home city of Hamburg. I am sitting in the corner of the bathroom.
My bands are tied behind me at the wrists. My ankles, too, are restricted. This microphone is taped on my chest with strong, medical adhesive. My beloved mistress, Anna, will tear off the tape as part of my punishment. I have much thick hair on my chest It will be terrible pain for me.
It is wet all over the floor and you can hear my mistress and Karl splashing in the bathtub. We are all three naked. Karl is now kneeling just outside the bathtub [splashing noises and low voices in the background]. I let you now hear them talk.
KARL-Oh, my most beautiful woman with the divine cunt. May I bathe your wonderful, magnificent alabaster thighs? Those goddess-like monuments that rise ever larger to the liquid wonder of thy cunt? May I, please lick them, my beautiful mistress?
ANNA-You pitiful slave! Pah! I could spit in your face and you would beg me to do it again. You are just a small animal to give me pleasure. Yes?
KARL-Yes! Yes, my mistress! Do spit on my face if it gives you pleasure.
ANNA-[after doing as suggested] Yes, I will let you lick my thighs, slave. Ha...you like them full and with my much shape. Yes? Yes, of course. Your hard prick tells me that. You must be ver-ee careful not to hurt or scratch those thighs you love so much. And first, you will have the great honor to clean the cunt of your mistress with your tongue, and make me feel nice and sexy. Hm-mm? Ouch! You goddam shit! You must pay!
GERHARD-Oar beautiful and adored mistress, Anna, is thrashing Karl about his shoulders with a wet towel [screams and curses, popping sounds]. Oh, poor Karl! Mistress Anna has made the towel pop at one end, right on Karl's prick. It hit part of his balls too, and he is doubled over himself in terrible pain.
ANNA-I order you to stop crying like a little boy has hit an obstacle on his bicycle. Stop it! For that, you will put your lips and tongue to my asshole as I turn around and lean over. Yes...you like to lick my ass...but hurry. Your tongue into the hole! Oh...good...good...good. But, no! You are liking to suck the ass of your mistress too much. It is nice, hm-mm? Enough! Be quick and finish the bath!
KARL-Yes, Mistress, my beautiful and beloved Mistress. I lick your thighs. What perfect towers of strength and beauty. Their loveliness is too much. I am overwhelmed. Your breasts! Oh, Mistress Anna! May I please be allowed to lick those wonderful mountains and suck the red nipples for your pleasure?
ANNA-May-bee...hm-mm. Yes, I think you may be to deserve to suck very gentle only, my breasts. Lick...lick, slave! Here, I hold up one for you to lick underneath...and then you suck the nipple very hard...like your cock! You are erect. It must be fixed!
KARL-[very highly excited] Oh! Oh, Mistress Anna, may I? Really? May I fuck you. . . .
ANNA-Damn you to hell! You know you cannot ever be allowed to fuck me! I am your mistress! Gerhard! Quickly! You will suck this unruly cock on Karl!
GERHARD-But, Mistress Anna. No! I am not homosexual. I . . . .
ANNA-You dog of a bitch! You do not ever dare to disobey me...and, it is my pleasure to watch you suck this cock here. Sometime...when my husband is bad...I will invite some man over to make him suck the cocks for me to watch and masturbate myself. It is good to do.
GERHARD-Yes. I will do as you command. I must. Karl is coming to me. Uta...I...he is put his penis in my mouth...ugha . . . [sounds of fellatio interrupted by two loud screams from the men]
ANNA-You miss so much by not to be here, Clyde. Ha-ha! Gerhard was suffering very much quick pain when I rip off the microphone from his chest.. . and he bite down on the cock of Karl.. . . Well, I am not really so cruel a Mistress. I will let them masturbate me some more and suck my delicious cunt.. . . Listen! Hear you my wet passion? Now! You must masturbate your hard cock too, Clyde. Now! Do it! It is an order!
The sounds on the tape were quite realistic and I was able to verify that a suite was occupied on the date of the postmark of the tape, by Karl, at the hotel named.
Anna described her American girlfriend, Sheri, as nineteen years old' with a "schoolgirl" figure, a slim brunette, "completely Lesbian." Pertinent excerpts follow from the tape with Anna and Sheri:
ANNA-You have been a very good slave, Clyde. My flowers are arriving for me each Monday morning as I have ordered you to have telegraphed. Because you are a good slave and I can hear you hurt yourself on your tape, as I order, I will let you meet my Lesbian lover. Sheri will say something to you.
SHERI-I bet if you're like most men, you'd love to be here and watch and masturbate yourself. Right now, Clyde, I have two fingers in a very sweet and very hot pussy. We're having a ball! Anna can get on top of me and fuck me with her clit. It's great, honey. Too bad you're not a girl, too. . . .
ANNA-Yes...we have ver-ee much sex fun this night, slave Clyde. All afternoon we have drink champagne and make some love like only two girls are know how to do. We have a bath and a little nap, and now I am drinking much more champagne. In your country, this is best import, costs eight dollar in a bottle. We have two cases here. My husband has to be in Sweden for three days, and I am beating many asses of many men for my fun. Yeee! I'm drunk, Clyde. I don't fucking care a bit, you stupid American fool! You listen...and masturbate your little penis [noises of much moving around]. I am now between the thighs of my sweet Sheri, who is so hot to do it. I never put my mouth on the cock of a man. Dirt! Ah...but Sheri is a nice, young, fresh, clean, American girl. She is beautiful.. . mm-mmm...I lick slowly on her pretty, soft black cunt hair. She has a very sweet and natural taste in her pretty cunt. Ah...umh! [there are about 60 to 90 seconds of sounds at this point, which leave little to the imagination]
SHERI-[her voice low and in background] Oh, my darling...darling! I love it! Oh, Anna, I'm in love with you. Anna! Oh! Now! You make me come so quick...darling, suck.. . just a little more on my clit.. . .
ANNA-[following a brief verbal pause],Did you like what I make you hear, Clyde? Yes, I can see you in my brain with your cock in your hand. May-bee you have come once or twice already. My slave in California made one times seven comes in one tape. Ha! But you are not that much a man, are you, Clyde? You will only suck my cunt and suck out the sperm from Pierre's cock when we see you. Now, it is my time for some great pleasure in my cunt from Sheri.
SHERI-Yes, darling. Lay down...let me have your legs apart a little more. Wonderful!
ANNA-Ah! Your tongue is nice. Lick my clit, darling. Clyde, you stupid slave! I am here with my legs apart and this beautiful young American girl's face is buried in my cunt. He wants this to know because he has a big prick in his hand, yes? My legs are apart and Sheri is going to...ah-ha, she is eating my pussy now. Ah, you are so unlucky to be there in America while I am here and I have my hand and fingers going through the soft black hairs on Sheri's head. Now, with my other hand [some moans and grunts of objection from Sheri]....Well, I want to tell Clyde we are lying in the together kissing and playing with each other. He is going to [her voice becomes more distant accompanied by sounds of the microphone being moved around] hear what two hot pussies sound like. Sheri is making herself come with her fingers [very realistic sound of then more movements of the microphone], and your Mistress is so wet between her beautiful thighs, she is going to come soon. Hear you this? [voice becoming more distant as sounds of cunnilingus are audible]. Oh, my God, Sheri! Bite it! Bite it again! I come! I come! I come! Keep the suck...eat out my liquid...all of it, Sheri. Oh, fuck you, Clyde. I am going to get on top of Sheri and fuck her, but this is not for you to hear. Go masturbate your silly cock again.. . . [sound of machine being cut off]
Comment: This is one of the few instances I have known of where there was not a profit motive by the female. There are several clubs that offer very personalized tapes for sale to men from a veritable army of supposedly pretty and passionate females, for a price. In the case of Anna, there appears to be only the motivation of mutual pleasures. She is a dominatrix to a psychopathic degree; she thinks and delights in exchanges of tapes of this type with "lowly" men. Clyde sent flowers to her every week, but this was only a token or symbol for Anna. And Clyde could well afford it
Anna derives a great deal of psychological fulfillment in her role of dominatrix over males in the form of sexual "enslavement." I would suspect that she is primarily Lesbian in orientation, whether she admits it or not and suffers from a guilt and inferiority complex that manifests itself in the compulsive desire to rule over males as ruthlessly as possible. She seems to take special delight in degrading American men.
Throughout her speech, in fact, I detect a strong anti-American as well as anti-male sentiment in general. The anti-male feeling is stronger and much more basic, and her hatred for the Americans is a convenient direction of the times.
In the case of Clyde, he is a relatively normal man, but quite shy and inhibited. He had never before realized that this condition is frequently accompanied by masochistic leanings. He is afraid to face people in a condition so highly emotional as sexual desire, and is probably very much the same in business and social contacts.
Anna is probably using this particular media for contacting "slaves" because of the anonymity, the safety factor that she feels it provides, as well as a certain amount of insecurity on her part. I find it unusual though, that she has no fears about using her real name and exposing both herself and particularly her husband to possible blackmail. Why does she use her own name and let her "tapespond" friends know who she is? It may be that she is subconsciously expressing a wish to be caught and exposed, just as the criminal often does. On the other hand, she may feel that she has to let people know who her husband is, so as to add to her otherwise false prides.
It is difficult to make a more accurate opinion from this distance and with so little knowledge of her psychosexual development from early childhood through the first years of her marriage. I do know that she carries on these kind of "remote-control" affairs with men located all over the world, and she is fluent in at least four languages.
There is one way of communication employed by the kinky girls, and it is another step removed from reality-the exchange of erotic correspondence and photographs. It is probably one of the most widely used form of impersonal intercourse in use today, and it certainly long preceded the day of the tape recorder and telephone.
My next few chapters will provide some very meaningful studies of females who are involved in this practice.
CHAPTER SEVEN
LISA: A BEHAVIORAL REPORT
"Brad is talking about fucking your beautiful Patricia right now and insists I rub his cock...all nine inches of it. I'm hot to see you too, Eddie, and not just see, but real action. After Brad saw Pat's pic, with her beautiful nipples and open cunt, he almost fucked me to death. But I have plenty left-ha-ha-she's beautiful. Brad's still looking at her pics and fingering me while I write. He says he wishes you were here now. . . . "
Lisa is a twenty-five-year-old housewife who swings quite actively and enjoys group sex parties with her twenty-seven-year-old husband, Brad. They live in the Southwest and, while they enjoy interpersonal sex relations, they also like erotic correspondence with other swingers, ones whom they may never meet. Lisa is the correspondent in this case.
Her husband, Brad, is a tall, lean, muscular and handsome young man with black, wavy hair. It is well known among their swinging groups that he has quite a large penis, a little over nine inches at full erection. Lisa herself is a very seductively charming brunette, small, but with an attractive figure which she says measures 34-21-36. She has quite an outgoing personality and enjoys sex very uninhibitedly.
While the telephone, tape-recorder and erotic letter "addicts" are, in the main, shy and introspective, content to have their sex by proxy, an amazing number of swingers enjoy these types of communications as an added thrill. The very impersonality of it appeals to them as a supplement for their live sex relations. Frequently, as is the case here, they correspond and exchange photos as a couple. However, it is more often than not the husband who is the erotic letter writer. It is for this reason that the report on Lisa is so very unusual.
I had had several contributions for my research from Eddie and Patricia, unmarried singles who swing together as a couple, and it is to them that I am indebted for this particular study. Eddie does most of the corresponding for this couple, while Lisa handles the letter writing for herself and Brad.
For several months, Eddie corresponded with Lisa about the possibility of their getting together for a foursome. He admitted to me that he and Patricia would often masturbate each other or themselves while reading and writing to other couples. They also had other types of sexual relations while viewing the photographs sent by another couple, or when writing or reading erotic letters.
The following are examples of the letters received by Eddie and Pat from Lisa:
Dear Eddie, You and Barbara seem to be our kind of people, so we'd like to hear from you some more. Brad and I love to swing and switch around a lot. The same old thing can get boring when we both want sex twice and three times a day. We love to take nudes and real action sex movies and photos. We have our own place for developing film, so it's safe. You should see the one of me with three pricks in me at the same time. We'll send it in the next letter after we get it back from a couple in Florida. It's a Polaroid and we haven't copied it yet. Color, too!
Brad and I like to fuck and suck just about all kinds of ways there are, and we do love to trade good photos, real action photos with close-up details of pricks and pussies and tits. I'm awful, aren't I? Hope you don't mind and will answer in the same mood. We like Lesbian photos a lot. I haven't done much of that except when I was in high school and let this big beautiful cheerleader with great big tits suck my cunt a lot. It was pretty crazy, and she was a real beauty. I like big tits on girls.
I love men every way possible and I like French culture the best-I like to be sucked off! I'm so hot now thinking about it and letting Brad fuck me with his fingers while I write. My man is built like a stallion, and I'm kissing the head of that nine-inch prong when I come to the end of each paragraph. Oh, it's really big now. I'm going to suck it for just about two seconds.
That was good. I like to suck men very much, and I want to suck off Eddie. I'm only enclosing a couple of pics we took last week. Well send a lot more in our next letter. Tell me what you want to see and send some hot ones of yourselves. Let's get to be real good friends and let our hair down.
Eddie, has Pat ever gone down on a girl?
Sincerely, LISA and BRAD
There were several photos of Lisa and Brad in Eddie and Patricia's collection. Eddie identified the ones received with the above letter as two of Lisa. One depicted her completely nude and masturbating herself, while in the other one she was fellating a very large penis. The male's face was not in the picture, but the man was her husband, Brad, according to what she wrote later.
Following a very uninhibited reply from Eddie, Lisa wrote the following to him and Patricia:
Dear Patricia and Eddie, The photos are the greatest! And we really got heated up reading your letter. Patricia can really take a big one of those artificial pricks up her pussy. Brad masturbated himself just looking at that one. I wonder if my little pussy could take it? It's little, but it can get bigger when a good prick is around. I've been taking Brad's big one since I was seventeen.
Brad is sure hot to get his prick up Patricia's pussy, and I think you might even be able to persuade me to play with those nice titties of hers and give them a licking-or a good kiss and suck. Would she like it? Don't misunderstand me, Eddie. Men are for me. I love good men with hard pricks better than anything in sex except being sucked off by a good man. But I've been wanting to try out a Lesbian experience and Brad is about to go nuts for me to go ahead and do it.
He wants to watch. Maybe Patricia could teach me since she's had experience, and then you two could take care of us as men should.
Brad is just going nuts over Patricia's photos, and I think she looks so sweet and nice, too. (If Brad doesn't go in the other room and get out from under the table where he's eating my pussy, I'll never finish this letter-oops! orgasm time!)
As I was saying, I hope you can read this. I just had a beautiful orgasm. That picture you sent of the girl with those real big tits even turns me on! I never saw such big ones that were as firm and nice like that Have you sucked them and played with them, Eddie? Has Patricia?
Here we go again! Brad is talking about fucking your beautiful Patricia now and insists I rub his cock...all nine inches of it. I'm hot to see you too, Eddie, and not just see, but real action. After Brad saw Pat's pic, with her beautiful nipples and open cunt, he almost fucked me to death. But I have plenty left-Ha-Ha-She's beautiful. Brad's still looking at her pics and fingering me while I write. He says he wishes you were here now.
And I do love to suck off a nice man's cock. All the way, anything goes. I love nice cock between my legs too. I pity Patricia when we meet, getting Brad's nine inches shoved in, like it is now. Brad loves to suck a nice cunt and gives a very, very, very good fuck.
Eddie, you don't have to worry about me. I can have as much fun or more with a six-inch cock as I can with nine inches. It fits better and it's more comfortable. It's not what you have, but how you use it. I like a guy who can keep a good hard-on for a long time, so he can fuck me awhile, and then we just lie down together and I tease and play with it while he's fingering me.
Brad loves to be sucked off. Will Pat do it for him and swallow his come? Tell me more about the time she got the nurse to go down on her when she was in the hospital. Did she play with the nurse's tits or put her hand up her uniform and finger her? Was she all Lesbian, or does she like men, too? Did Eddie get a piece of her ass?
I really hope I'm not too frank, but after that letter from you, wow! We're sending some new Polaroids we took at a party last week. On the one where I'm sucking off the man, you can see he's come, and I couldn't quite take it all. Some of it's drooling down my chin.
Hah! Oh! Damn, Tm coming again from having my cunt eaten by Brad...and, damn! There he goes, shooting off all over my clean rug!
Write soon.
Love, LISA
The next letter (reproduced below) was accompanied by several very recent photos taken at a party. In one picture Lisa is fellating a man almost twice her age. The same man is cunnilingating her in the next photo. Her facial expressions are most erotic and realistic, as if she were on the verge of orgasm. In the other picture, she is being penetrated vaginally by a man in the woman-above position. The angle of the picture (from the top-rear) allows a close-up and very clear depiction of the penetration and her anus.
Dear Eddie-and Pat too, of course, Brad has decided that we are going to make some pictures of the two of us for you tonight. We'll send along the party pics that are Polaroids with this letter. Brad hopes Pat likes some good close-ups of his hard cock. I'd love to have Eddie's cock in my mouth right now. Love it, and suck it all the v ,y hard and suck him out. And, honey, I'd love to have Eddie in bed and spread my pussy lips open for him so he could eat me up! And very gently tongue my asshole. Oh, I'm going to come just thinking about it...sitting with my rear raised and pressing my fingertip to it.
I like to go every route but Greek. My ass is so very tender, (I can come having it eaten) but it can't take Brad's cock. I'd like you to try to see if you could get yours in there. We also like pictures of men fucking their girlfriends right in the asshole. Brad has an old flame who likes to be fucked in the ass, and she drops by for a threesome sometimes. It's the only way she can have an orgasm. I like to watch and play with her nipples some while I sit on the bed beside them. And I've got a surprise for you! I'm not a virgin any more! I licked her pussy after she douched from Brad's fucking, and we ended up doing a 69. It tasted good! I'm getting in practice for Pat. Does she have a big clit. This girl's was almost half an inch and got harder than mine. Brad couldn't take it, but we didn't want to be bothered, so he jerked himself off into a towel.
Those pictures of your girlfriend with the vibrators in her pussy and ass at the same time are a real great groove, Brad says. He likes her big bush of hair too. He says it's a change from my tiny little triangle.
Eddie, I do really love to have my pussy sucked, yes. I'm very sensitive all over, too. But I just love to be licked from asshole to clit-then have you lick around my outer lips (and get hair in your mouth-ha-ha)-then dive in and I'll help push your head from behind so that you can stick your tongue way down deep and move it around before you suck and lick my clit. You can bite on it very gently if you want to and I'll really come for you. I usually come several times and my pussy juice really flows. I could give you a mouthful right now. Do you like to swallow the juice of a woman? We want to get up and see you and Pat soon. Brad's fingering my box now and looking at Pat's pictures. He wants a piece of her ass real bad. And I know he'll be good to her.
I like to come when Brad works on me with his fingers, but I need my regular share of cock, too. I'm looking at your photos again and getting hotter by the second. Aren't I always? I like the picture of the teenage blonde girl and the big Negro man. I bet he had a hard time getting that big cock into her little pussy. Have you ever swung with Negroes? I would like to suck a black cock, but Brad is too prejudiced.
Tell us more about the mother who brings her daughter to parties in New York. We've heard of them from some other people, too. I get goose pimples when I think about it, and Brad says he'd love to have some pictures of that pretty woman eating her own daughter. Oh, that is way, way out!
Here's some hair from my pussy for you and Brad would like for Pat to send him lipstick prints of her nipples and pussylips. That turns him on.
Both my hands are tired and he's just about to come, but I'm going to make him fuck me this time. Bye for now. Write soon.
Love, BRAD and LISA
Eventually, Eddie and Patricia did get to meet with Brad and Lisa. Eddie told me:
"They were for real, okay. Just like their letters. Brad was hung like a horse, sort of the quiet type-stud. He was the greatest thing Pat said she'd ever had for straight screwing. Lisa was a real cutie. Looked like a kid, but could fuck and eat like that was all she ever wanted to do. She really liked Pat, too. They sucked each other's pussies and it was great to watch. That Lisa can really go at it now. Pat said her tongue was the softest of any woman she'd had before.
"Lisa is the kind of kid you could fall in love with, and that's no good for swinging. She makes a guy feel like a real man. She's wild. Will do anything, like going down all the way, licking and sucking from the back, just anything. And when she talks real sexy, you can hardly believe the words are coming out of that sweet little kid's mouth. And her lips on your cock are out of this world!"
Comment: We have come to expect those who indulge in mutual masturbation by phone, tape or letter to be shy, lonesome, afraid to participate in a real interpersonal sexual relationship. I have discovered though, that a large number of swingers enjoy erotic correspondence and photo exchange.
Eddie gave a lot of thought to the matter, because I told him it puzzled me a little. He explained:
"Opportunity is the word. If you're a very hot-natured couple like Pat and me, you want the opportunity for a little variety. But the opportunity isn't there every single time you want it. So what do you do in the meantime for extra kicks and variety? What we do is write letters about all our way out sex experiences to people we contact in the swinger magazines. Look at one of them. There's a darn lot of the ads that say it right out-'Interested in correspondence.'
"After you've grooved with the couple finally, the letter-writing kick drops off. Then you get hard up again, or you don't find any new couples to write to, or the ones you do find can't write about sex worth a damn, so then it's back to the old reliables again."
Swinging couples, like many males of high libido, find themselves in a never-ending search for new people, variety, new ways to enjoy sex. And erotic correspondence is one of the fuels that keeps them going. And because of the uniqueness of stimulation by letters written by the female side of the couple, Lisa is well qualified, in my opinion, to join the ranks of the kinky girls.
CHAPTER EIGHT
ELAINE AND HELEN A BEHAVIORAL STUDY
"It's a nightmare now, Doctor! Why did I ever write to that woman! It was so...so weird and fascinating....I saw this magazine my husband had slipped under his pile of ironed shirts in the dresser. I was curious. I always wondered what it would be like to have another naked woman with me and to kiss her as a lover...not like I kiss my mother or aunt. I wanted to feel the sensation of kissing and making love with another woman...and I wanted her to be just like Helen....I'm so scared of her now. She really means it! She's getting me hooked. I masturbate every time I see her photos so naked and inviting. . . . "
Elaine is a housewife and mother with latent Lesbian desires who consulted me recently. This twenty-nine-year-old woman, "out of curiosity" had replied to an ad in the swinger magazine placed by a Chicago Lesbian. Elaine's letter of reply to the woman's ad had been rather tame, expressing no more than a general interest in "intimate" correspondence with another "highly sexed female with great imagination".
Her immediate answer from Helen (whose name and address have been verified) both shocked and fascinated her. I will reproduce most of that first letter here:
Dear Elaine, Thanks for your letter and picture. It was so sweet of you to reply to my ad and I'm sending you a picture of me, too. I have some better ones that one of my girlfriends took here at my place and they are very sexy. Let me know if you want to see them.
I'm corresponding with a man in your town who sent me some very arousing pictures of his girlfriend and him together. She is holding his hard penis in her hand, and I think he must have shot off right after the picture was taken. If men are nice and respectful, I can go with one. He has to be generous too, or have a bi-minded wife or girlfriend.
I like to take pictures and I like to look at them too, and I love hot and interesting letters. Please write me about some of your sexual experiences and tell me how long the idea of meeting a Lesbian has been on your mind. Do you have a girlfriend there at all?
I'm very much in favor of parties with no men, but I can go the regular swinging road, too. I am very versatile and like to experience anything with a woman or a man that will give me a good climax. I do also love to play with my clit when I'm in bed alone reading hot letters and looking at pictures. I like the wide-open pussy pictures in the girlie magazines today. I love to suck them, and I can use my imagination or think of the last good one I had to suck.
Of course, I love to be made love to by another girl too, and feel the warmth of her tongue inside my wet cunny. I hope to see yours and to show you mine with both hands holding the lips way apart. Do you like to see open cunnies, too?
I have some more questions and I hope you don't mind. What size brassiere and cup do you wear. Do you think you would like to lick my cunny if I were holding it open for you? Have you ever been licked by other girls? Have you any vibrator to use on your clit to have good orgasms? If you like these things, then I know we'll like writing to each other and bring happiness in sex to each other. I took some pictures of a fifteen-year-old Chinese girl holding open her clit and playing with herself when I was vacationing in Hong Kong last year. I also have some pictures of a girl I write to in Indiana who has a forty-two-inch bust, D cup.
Sincerely, your new friend, Helen
Elaine found that the letter from Helen was very intriguing. She stated that it was "such a strange thrill to know another woman was writing things like that to me." At the same time, Helen tried to be realistic. The woman had come on too strong, and she was afraid her husband might find the letters after she was "hooked." A few days later, Helen received a short note from Elaine, but replied immediately:
Darling Elaine, I received your tiny letter today. It was very depressing for me. I don't think you should worry about your husband so much. Men can't ever find their own things, much less something you could hide cleverly, like my letters and the photos. I promise never to mail you a letter that would arrive on a Saturday, when he's home.
Did I tell you that I write to a very interesting married man in New York who has a lot of way out girlfriends? He sends me pictures of them making love and I love it. I look at them by the hour and use a small vibrator on my clit. I can have thirty orgasms in an hour like that. The only thing I like to do with a man is suck his prick, but I have let men fuck me once or twice. This man likes Lesbians so much and sends me so many hot photos of them that he sort of turns me on. I promised him I'd lick his come out of a little plastic pill container he masturbated into. It wasn't bad.
Please, my darling Elaine, let me be your lover, even if it's only pretend. Let me massage my clitoris thinking you are next to me. Let me have a picture of you naked, your tits, your cunny. You can get a little Polaroid camera with a timer and take the photos yourself. I do that a lot.
Oh, Elaine, I'm so frustrated that you didn't write me a real hot letter about how you masturbate and what you would like to do if we were together alone. Please, Elaine, show me your love and your body and let me in turn send you mine the way you would like to see me, spread wide open in front of your excited eyes and your hungry tongue that I know you would love to lick my cunny with and make come. Drink the sweet woman-water from my cunny that is throbbing for your very first touch. I love you!
Sending all my love and body, and my slit that is dripping for your love. You must answer me, darling. This is fate! We were meant to contact each other. There is no other explanation.
Yours in love and sex, Helen
Elaine showed a great deal of common sense and willpower in refusing to answer Helen. Yet she kept the letters, literally treasured them to whet her imagination. "I've wanted to put them down the garbage disposal or tear them into little pieces and flush them down the toilet [note the intensity of her speech, not content to put them in a garbage can, but to completely destroy them]. Doctor...I can't do it! Each day when I'm alone, I find myself drawn to Helen's photos and letters as if they were magnetic. I sit or lie down on my bed and masturbate...take off all my clothes and masturbate so long. What am I going to do?"
Comment: Helen was a single girl, apparently, and had recognized her Lesbian orientation long ago. But she still found most of her pleasure in correspondence with other females. For some reason (perhaps she, too, was married or lived with relatives or friends), it is my opinion that she engaged in little if any sexual activity other than with herself.
Elaine was deeply conscience stricken over her latent fascination with Lesbian love. She was not as outgoing as Helen. She was afraid the woman might "corrupt" her, make her a Lesbian. Yet even Helen admitted to bi-sexuality when she revealed that she enjoyed oral relations with the male and permitted coitus on occasion.
While I have confirmed Helen's identity and approximate age, I can not say for sure that she is or is not a sexually attractive woman. Much that she writes may be pure fiction.
Elaine, while entranced by the replies, did find such correspondence from another female to be strange, "kinky," odd. While attracted to it, her conscience rebelled. When she was finally made to realize that almost everyone has a homosexual potential and that it often showed up in a marriage where sexual relations are not satisfactory, she felt a great deal better. She and her husband went to a marriage counselor whose schedule was such that he could see them three times a week.
CHAPTER NINE
THE CASE STUDY OF DEBORAH
"Yes I can fully understand and appreciate what you say about getting fed up with men with their swinging pricks. They rush about like football players, eager and ready to make a touchdown without as much as saying, 'Whang, Bam, Thank you, ma'am.' However, I still think that it's the mature older males who are really considerate and who know the art of lovemaking and the art of arousing a girl. Perhaps that's why, when it comes to men, I prefer the mature and well experienced ones to the younger bunch."
Deborah is a thirty-one-year-old British girl, who works as a secretary for a firm in New York. The above is a short excerpt from one of her lengthy letters to a young English housewife in Britain. They met through one of the swinger magazines, the woman in Britain answering Deborah's add curiously.
Knowing that I was working on this volume, a research assistant in Europe wrote me about the letters from Deborah that had been given to him by a patient. The situation was quite similar to that of Elaine and Helen, the British housewife becoming upset at discovering her Lesbian tendencies.
The contribution of these letters from Deborah are all the more valuable for study, in that she writes very long ones and reveals more of the little subtle quirks that make up her coprolalic personality.
There was no problem in my checking on her, but I did not contact her, as that would be unethical, of course. She works for a large commercial bank and came to this country when British secretaries were such a "fad" among big businessmen, in the early 1960's. She lives in a very small apartment, yet the building is quite posh, on the middle East Side of Manhattan.
I will present her three letters here verbatim, leaving out only the brief paragraph used at the first of this chapter:
Letter #1
My hot bitchy darling, I was overjoyed with your last letter and that you find me a pretty sexy bitch like you, that you find I have a pretty face and that you'd love to kiss my hot, sensual lips (wouldn't you like to have these big lips of mine on your pouting cunt, honey?), that you love my firm ripe breasts with their nipples (milk and suck my tits, darling), and I'm glad that all in all you have found that I'm all woman, exuding sex and every voluptuous exposed inch of me proclaiming it. Did you like my picture? Yes, and thanks for saying such sweet things, but please be a little more frank and sexy when you write. No one else will know. This is a secret that can be ours forever...or if your stud of a husband wants in, it's all right with me, darling.
Darling, please, I beg you to send me a very candid photograph of your beautiful body in the entire nude. You only tease me when you show me your ass by pulling up your dress in back, or pulling it up in front while you still have on briefs. And, darling, I simply must see your precious titties, all of them. Why don't you hold them and play with them after you set the camera?
Darling, do you want to taste my honey-cunny and get it all crispy around the edges? Please, my sweet, tell me. I must know what you like the very best for sex. Don't ever stop writing me, darling. You're a taste of home and the kind of taste I remember from my very young secretarial days in London. I had such a wonderful affair with my boss' wife, and then all three of us. More about that some other time.
Tell me why it is, darling, that you are so very afraid of losing your butt-cherry even to that stud of yours? I've had a cock in there, and I use a rectal vibrator that's very soothing, almost every day, sometime. And I want to say how generous you are with me in saying that you wouldn't mind sharing your wonderful stud with me. How you describe his slim, pantherish prick sounds delightful. With someone like you, my darling, I don't mind a threesome at all. Here in New York I often go to some of the better clubs and meet a young couple. It isn't hard to do at all as I wear a club-pin that lets other swingers know I'll go along, but means nothing to squares.
When I get into a certain mood here at home, dancing to a record player before my full-length dressing mirror, I am pleased with my timing and with the sinuous things I can do with my body, especially when I hunch and bunch my stomach muscles, make them slither up and down inside my belly like I had a coiled snake within me. It took a lot of practice to do this, and concentration, but when I watched in the mirror I could see that it had a carnal fascination to it. [Narcissism quite evident here and no mention of this exhibition except for herself to enjoy.]
So, darling, when you want to take me to bed, both of us naked, I'd come to you on the bed, incline myself over you, my arms widespread, balancing myself. Inch by inch I'd lower the sensitive nipples of my ripe breasts toward your face, aiming them at your upturned mouth. Then you'd take the sting away, make them soft with your tongue. I'd be withdrawing first one breast and then the other by mere lifting of my shoulders. Then your hands would come up and capture both lush breasts and squeeze them together. Then both of my nipples would be in your mouth together and I'd glory in the exquisite touch of your wet tongue lapping and drooling at my breasts. I'm glad you like my big nipples, darling. When they are very excited, they are every bit as big as cherries, as you can see by the photo. The girl who took the picture had just been sucking on them for a long time while her husband was sucking my cunt.
Sobbing liquid sighs would escape my throat. Then I'd pull away from your grasp and I'd begin to twist my hips and wriggle my stomach in a circular motion. Then I'd reverse directions. Then I'd begin my specialty, gathering the muscles of stomach, making them writhe and slither slowly downward. Then it climbs up again, tumbles down. And still again. Then as I approach you, I'd begin to bunt and revolve my naked belly at you in a proud offering, and tease and advance inch by inch. I'd bring my lurching, grinding abdomen and open cunnylips closer to your face. Your eyes would be glued to my gyrating belly and slippery cunt, as I continue bunting and distending my belly, coming closer and closer, all but pushing my cunt in your face. Would you like all this, honey-pie? Oooh, please, honey, in your next letter tell me the juiciest details of how you would spank my naked buttocks, and tell me in your own sweet words how you'd spank my honey-cunny. Yes, honey, do please spank my cunt and my butt, and if you wish to get a candle and push it into your baby's hole, I'd just love you to do it. But how about wrapping an apparatus to yourself, the wide belt around your waist, the separate thinner straps around your legs, while I he upon your bed, bringing up my knees and opening my legs and rocking myself in anticipation of getting myself fucked by you with your false-prick? Yes, honey, mount me like a stud and fuck me. I want to make love to you while you are so passionate you may beg me to. Honey, I promise you that I am good in sex. Will you accept me as your lover?
Great Love, DEBORAH
Letter #2
My sweet, hot, honey-cunty bitch, Thank you for your long awaited letter, my darling, along with the absolutely delicious photo of your cunt. I feel romantic, precious. For me, the ambrosia of nectars would be the sap distilled from the juices of your cunt. Oh, to get drunk of your excitement, to inhale the musky smell of it, to savor the divine taste of it, to mess up my lips and my tongue in the abundance of it, to suck you nearly dry until you give me some more under the heat of my ministrations. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water.
That you can not only accept me as a Lesbian, but want to make love with me, is the highest point of my existence. You can imagine us, two girls, very well-shaped, very nude, standing up in each other's arms, busily sucking each other's tongues, pelvic zone plastered on each other, and hands busily squeezing each other's buttocks. So, let us fully enjoy each other, my own passionate, fully endowed chickie-chick. Okay?
Sometimes, I feel I'm not myself without the help of your coaxing letters, without the sweetness of their tenderness, without the naughtiness of your naughty words. After reading your latest letter, I felt that we were closer, much closer than ever before, and the rapture of the senses rapidly became intimate enough to reach into my heart. I felt happy and grateful that you were in my life, you splendid specimen of womanhood. Had you been there with me right now I would have asked you to come to bed with me straightaway...where our special kind of lovemaking would take place without much ado. I am sure you would take care immediately of what ails me. Wouldn't you, honey? My honey-cunny, I offer it to you. Do what you want with my cunt, honey. Lick it, eat it, devour it. Oh, yes. Like that! Ah, how you are exciting me, honey. Go ahead, my love, kiss my cunt. My own lovey-loves, be nice to me. I'm all yours. Fuck me, honey-pie. Or are you going to give this sexy saucy girlie of yours a good spanking? I would rather like it, I mean your spanking me. Come on, spank me. Ooooh, it's so good to feel your hand slapping my springy bottom, honey. Ooooh, I'm going out of my mind...Ooooh, please don't be so gentle. Spank me. Ooooh, spank me! Woweee! That's it!
I went to the apartment of the woman who owns a very fashionable boutique where I buy a few things every now and then. She had been so extra friendly with me, so I wasn't surprised at her invitation for the visit. Half an hour after my arrival, she told me very plainly, "I want to watch you undress, please. You've such a beautiful body, and I've never been lucky enough to see more of it that I see in the fitting room. That only teases me."
She was sitting on the couch I got up and stood in front of her and I began to unbutton my blouse. There was a glitter in her eyes when I got down to my lingerie, in which she had seen me before. I leaned over and gripped the hem of my slip. I brought it up slowly, exposing my black-stockinged legs, my garter-belt, my little mesh bra, and my nylon briefs. It was the way I knew how to turn on a man, and she was savoring it, too. Most of my sexy lingerie were her own creations.
I posed before her in just the garter-belt, black stockings and pumps. I was reaching for my garter snaps when she said, "Over here, you teasing witch." I came closer to her. Then her hands were on my naked breasts, on my back, on my naked buttocks, on my legs, and then right between my thighs. She made me lean forward, and I let her take my breasts in her mouth and permitted her to play all she wanted. She was breathing fast now. Her hot breath was on my erect nipple and breast. Then her lips were busy and her hands wandered all over me. I trembled as she stroked my inner thighs. Then she drew me up between her parted legs and she began to kiss my belly. She kept this up for quite some time, her fingers clenching into my buttocks. Then she made me lift up one foot and placed it on the couch. My other foot was on the floor. Then, with a low cry, her mouth swooped downward and clamped tight on my cunt I swayed and almost teetered onto the floor as she sucked, tongued, lapped, and sucked and sucked. She sucked my love juices right out of my cunny.
A little while later, she freed me from her grasp and got up from the couch. She slapped me smartly on my naked buttocks and said, "Thanks, baby." Well, honey, that's how it went. Your comments? That evening when I returned home and had my usual shower, I stood gloriously naked before my full-length dressing mirror. I didn't need anyone to tell me that I was beautiful and attractiveThe mirror did that.
Won't you love me most of all, darling? Whenever I think of you, of your naughty words, my breathing comes in deep gasps. Whenever I think of your actions, of your passion for me, I almost feel you are here and there's a glow in every nerve of my body. You've made me shake off all inhibitions with you. You are a very dear lover of mine. Thanks a lot, honey.
I'm now going to tell you about the promised love-session just between the two of us. Well, allow me first to have a drink of whisky and soda. Okay, honey-pie?
You were standing before me.' The sheer pink bra which covered your large breasts were partially exposing the rounded swell. Your erect nipples were jutting out. Your exquisitely taut buttocks filled out your red panties in such an exciting way. I reached out with my fingers and touched your smooth, satiny flesh just above your bra. Then I slipped around behind you and looked at you from the rear. Your hips were just perfect as they formed the beginning of your rounded buttocks. My pulse quickened as I unfastened the hooks of your bra and let it fall to the floor. Your voluptuous body trembled as I put my arms around you and pressed my own firm, ripe breasts against your bare back. Even through my own dress, my breasts tingled with the contact and my nipples became erect. Slowly, my fingers toyed with your flat belly, then they crept up toward your twin beauties which were thrust out so proudly and firmly.
My fingers reached your wonderful breasts and your body shook with emotion. "You've such smooth, soft...flesh, darting," I whispered, kissing the back of your neck. I felt the change of temperature in your body and I felt my own cunt start to burn and itch. I kissed your back with my tongue and my hands gripped your breasts firmly and I pressed my own quivering crotch up against your fleshy buttocks, feeling the swelling filling my inner thighs with their warmth.
"Do you like that?" I breathed passionately. "And your breasts, darling, the feel of them excites me so much that I want to chew on them."
I was almost crying until-you said, "Why don't you, baby?" There was a short pause as I took off every last garment I was wearing. When I came around in front of you, you gasped at the sight of your naked, sexy baby.
"Would you like to touch my breasts," I asked.
"Of course, you horny bitch," you replied. You reached over and held one of my breasts and pulled on it. I loved it and it sent shivers of delight up and down my spine as you tweaked my nipple hard.
I pulled you to me, embracing you and kissing you on the mouth with exquisite passion. You responded by putting your own arms around me and we started to grind our pelvises together. Both of us were now trembling with passion. I slid my hands inside your red panties, grabbing firmly onto the flesh of your meaty buttocks. Our naked breasts were rubbing against each other and we felt our erect nipples brush tantalizingly across the others, and the moans of passion were becoming louder and louder.
"Don't you want me to take off my panties?" you asked breathlessly.
"No...don't," I answered, and knelt at your feet I rubbed my breasts against your legs, then against your red nylon panties, my nipples becoming ever more rigid. Then I stroked your inner thighs, coming closer and closer to the goal that was covered by the crotch of those panties.
You spread your legs so that my head could more easily find your sweet, wet cunt. I put my head between the soft flesh and rubbed my cheek against the red panties, my nose pressing against the bare flesh of your crotch. You trembled and tried to push my head to your pussy. I resisted while my breasts were banging against your legs, their erect nipples making you feel as though there were two cocks hitting your legs. You teetered and I pulled you by your buttocks so that my face was more deeply imbedded. I licked the soft tendrils of your pubic hair through your panties. You shivered with the wet tonguing and parted your legs even more.
"Oh, kiss it! Kiss it!" you cried passionately, almost sitting on my head as you bent your knees to get your cunt closer to my tongue probing against your hot pussy-lips through the red panties. I slid my tongue along your panties, and the feeling was one of sexual ecstasy. My fingers left your buttocks and slid around to the front of your trembling body and started to stroke your cuntlips through your panties.
"Ooooh! Take off my panties and suck my cunt! Lick it! Eat me, darling!" you wailed. I fumbled with my fingers so that the crotch of your panties were only half covering your sweet pussylips. I looked at it and thrilled at the sight. Oh, what a beautiful, pink, wet, delicious cunt it was. Trembling with mad desire, my tongue slithered into your itching and warm cunt and you moaned with delight. I received wave after wave of delicious sensations as one side of my tongue was pressed against your bare cuntlips and the other side lapped the panties.
You began to rotate your hips wildly, grabbing my head and pushing it deeper. My tongue ran slowly around your very wet lips. I savored the taste of the dew drops that seeped through the other side of your panties, as well as that which I sucked directly from the slick flesh of your cunt. My tongue went in quite deeply, then licked from inside up to your little clit. I sensed that you were on the verge of coming. I increased the tempo of my tonguing, sliding it in and out of your pouty, fleshy cuntlips. You shivered and trembled on your feet and it was only my hands that prevented you from falling backwards as you felt the beginnings of a tremendous orgasm!
I increased the pressure of my suctioning, feeling, lapping, so that I could get as much of your love juices as possible. "I'm going to come! I'm going to come!" you screamed wildly, your legs trembling, your back arching forward against my sucking mouth. My tongue ran slowly around as your quivering cunt was pushed more firmly to my face. Your juices taste better than the rarest delicacy in the world.
Honey, do tell me of your own reactions to this wonderfully naughty doing of mine with you. Please do write real soon. Suck my cunt in your dreams and imagine the way I would tease and suck yours and inundate your whole body with my wet lips and tongue. There is nothing I would say "no" to as far as you are concerned...Suck me, suck me, my bitch!
Your lesbian true-love, DEBORAH
Letter #3
My very own Honey-Sweet, Thank you so much for the long-awaited letter and the wonderful butt pics. I want you to be here now so that I might suck and lick your most sensitive areas...naked. When I read your naughty words and carefully gazed in rapture on your lovely butt and partially exposed honey-cunt, I felt like having a "self-release." So, there I was, standing in front of my full-length dressing mirror. I was nude and facing the mirror. I began to finger myself around the pink circle that gave access to my cunny. I took my forefinger, wet it in my mouth and then applied to my lower belly. My eyes began to shine. I quivered and my thighs pressed together and released in a sexy rhythm. Then I backed up against my bed and stumbled onto it. I was lying in bed with my legs in the air, moaning your precious name aloud as my finger went in and out of my cunt. Well, soon I had the much-needed release.
I've been trying to butter up my boss for an increase in my secretarial salary. I'd like to have your sage advice on the matter, so I'm going to tell first what happened. I invited him up to my apartment one evening. His expensive suit seemed molded to his handsome frame. I wore a skirt and a sweater, deliberately not wearing any underwear. I had on a pair of spike-heel shoes that make my legs look extra super. The poor man hesitated just inside the door as I extended my hand. I saw him steal a glance at the outline of my breasts in the sweater that was very tight and made of a stretch material.
I made him settle down on the couch and I sat in the chair across from him. He found a cigarette and he lighted it. "Let me get you an ashtray," I said, getting up to find him one. As I bent down to set it on the coffee-table, my unsupported breasts swung outwards against my sweater. I held my breath, feeling he could see down the V-neck of the sweater too, as well as be attracted to the nipple shapes protruding my sweater in front.
Damn him! Instead of doing something, he just exhaled a ring of smoke toward the ceiling. It would not go beyond the stage of polite discussion on the problem of the salary increase. He was talking about a pitiful 5% raise, and I wanted about 35% more which is what all the efficient British girls who have stayed over here are making. I thought the answer was to seduce him, tease him so much with my body that he would lose self-control and agree to the raise I wanted.
I knew that the way I was dressed at that time was enough to get him warmed up, at least. The thin clothing hid none of my provocative charms. For a moment, I thought that I would let my skirt ride up until what I was willing to give him was almost in view. But then when I thought more about him, his particular character, I realized that might look very cheap to him. I knew that my approach would have to be quite different. However, I had no chance to be more clever that night, as he stood up and went toward the door, saying that we would discuss the subject of my salary increase the next week. Well, that's how it turned out, and that's why I have been pondering about a new technique. Give me some ideas, darling, please do.
Yes, honey, I do possess an artificial prick. It is a slim, panther-ish one over six inches long, and can be strapped around the waist. It has a small patch of leather that fits over the cunny. To this small patch of leather is attached the false cock made of India rubber which can be heated if you immerse it in hot water. And if I were to strap this apparatus on after heating it with hot water, and mount you and fuck you just like a stud, you'd be muttering, "Darling, you're busting me open. But no! Don't pull it out. For heaven's sake don't pull it out. Oooh, you're way in there and its so wonderful. Fuck me like this, Deborah. Fuck me with your false prick. Eeeegh! Agh! Oooh! I knew it would be this good. Don't ever stop fucking me, you horny, Lesbian bitch...lover!"
Well, if you really desire me to describe to you in all its juicy details about me strapping on my artificial prick around my feminine waist and fucking you, let me know and I promise you would find it terrifically exciting. Okay?
Thinking of apparatuses, I wonder if you have ever used a vibrator on your luscious body, sending all those tingling sensations all around your titties, down your tummy, down and up your inner thighs, teasing the lips of your delectable cunny, running it up and down your moist slit, back to your little puckered ass-hole and back to your cuntlips again, now concentrating on your hardened clitty, sending vibrations up and down your spine. As you become really hot, you press it hard against your clitty and you feel tike climbing the walls. Then comes the big buildup and you feel it drawing from every corner of your body, until you think you can stand it no longer, then comes such a blasting and fulfilling orgasm and you can keep the vibrator on your clit and have more.
You may have a dozen, but your clit will either become too sensitive or too numb if you work with it much over an hour. You can vary things, my darling. When you've had your first orgasm or so, use the vibrator to spread your secreting juices back to your ass-hole and over your butt and back in front through your hairs. You can go mad with it!
Finally, the sensations subside and you are feeling drowsy, fall asleep, dreaming about erotic and exotic things. Please do use a vibrator on your lovely self, darling, and write to me each and every detail about how you used it and the sensations you received. Okay? And you can ask me any questions you want about how to do other things with it. My boutique owner girlfriend uses one in the shape of a very long cock and it is very powerful. You must plug it in the wall as it has no batteries. She greases it and puts it all the way into her rectum and turns it on, while I suck and nibble the pink flesh of her cunt. She says it is the very best kind of "doubleheader" fuck there is. I may let her do it on me next time, but I do want to see you, my darling. I wonder if I will ever get back to England.
I have only one stepbrother and he is only nineteen, at present attending college in a town about a hundred miles from New York. The firm in London that employs my dad has given him a scholarship and big allowance because they want my dad to buy their supplies for use in manufacturing. But I am really my father's pet. My real mother died when I was seven years old and after a lapse of about two years, my father married again. Out of this second wedlock was bora my stepbrother, the only issue. My stepmother is a strict disciplinarian and we have never gotten along together. My poor father was in a huge quandary as to what to do when he saw how she treated me, cursed me and slapped me when I was a "naughty" girl. This went on since I had been nine years old and I could tell it was tearing my father apart. He loved her, of course, in their way, but I was his pet, his first child. He loved me more, in our way. I sometimes have this godawful wish that he had been the first man to fuck me. Isn't that terrible? I would tell this to no one but you. I did see his cock, and I did see him masturbate it once in the bathroom when he left the door lightly open and did not know I was nearby. I was able to see him standing in front of our inside toilet peeing. And when he finished, he played with it a bit and it became super hard. In another few moments I saw his sperm shoot out in the toilet, but some of it missed because he used some toilet tissue to clean it up. That happened shortly after he had married my stepmother, and I think it made me feel very odd...and sexy.
After I had gone through a very expensive finishing and executive secretarial school, my father decided upon the solution. British secretaries were all the rage here for big executives. We were not so demanding as American girls and we are superbly efficient. My father helped me get a job here in New York with a company he bargains with for Commonwealth sales rights. And he paid all my expenses over here and gave me two thousand American dollars to start me off.
Yes, both men and women in America are very sexy for me. The men flirt constantly and are always trying to see up my skirt or down my blouse. They are not as great at pleasing a girl as others, but when you do find a man who is way out and will spend the night doing everything with you, it can be heaven.
At this moment, thinking of you with your own stud right there and to know that you have offered him to please me as well as your darling self. Do you think he would like me? Would you like to watch him fuck me, or suck me?
By the way, I am enclosing herein another of my candid pics which I hope you like, and also an imprint of my cuntlips. Honey, how about sending me another candid pic? Thanks.
I was first introduced into sucking a prick by a very mature and experienced man. Let me tell you about it Okay? He had undressed me completely. Then he got off his own clothes. As we sat down on the bed, he made me grasp his cock in my hand while I was made to fondle his balls with my other hand. A little while later he made me lie on my back in the bed, while he knelt over me. My eyes widened as I looked at the size of his mammoth cock. "Just open your mouth as wide as you can, baby," he told me.
"Just don't choke me with it," I begged of him.
"I'll just put the tip in your mouth, baby, and then you can lick around the head and suck on the tip until you get used to it."
I hesitated for a moment, then wrapped my fingers around his erect cock as he brought it nearer to my lips. My tongue stiffened and raked the underside of his prick. Then he inched forward and two or more inches of his cock went between my red lips. "Now, baby, keep your lips tight." he said. I did as he asked and he eased more of his cock into my mouth. He kept it there for a few seconds then partially withdrew and started a slow fucking movement in and out of my mouth, while I kept my lips tense and made sucking noises with my mouth. Then he shot out his hot cream right inside my throat and I had to swallow it When he finished, he removed his cock from my mouth and patted my naked buttocks, and said, "Thank you, baby."
Well, that's how I got my first taste of cocksucking.
My gosh, your spanking me and your putting the fattest banana inside my cunt and then covering it up again with my tight panties was marvelously erotic and highly stimulating. I want you to write me a lot more of how you would like to use my body. It is all yours. I am naked as I sit here writing to my true lover.
Faithfully true, DEBORAH
Comment: In the vast amount of exchange of erotic correspondence going on today between veritable strangers, there are many men who write to females they see advertise in the guise of females themselves, Lesbians. Often, men end up writing to each other in the role of a Lesbian, sending nude photos of models or others they have obtained from corresponding swingers, saying that the picture is theirs.
When I first saw Deborah's letters, I was of the impression that she might be a man pretending to be a woman. In my own opinion, after much study, men who do this to any degree are quite insecure ay men. Some are transvestites or "male Lesbians" as I have termed them, when they are also decidedly transsexual.
However, I knew that my research assistant in Britain was certain of the female identity of the female at the other end of the correspondence. And my own checking showed that Deborah was a secretary to a top officer of a large corporation. I also learned that she was not at all attractive, did not socialize, and had few friends.
In reviewing Deborah's letters, I noticed that she did not make the common mistake of so many men who try posing as women. She never said or implied that she "ejaculated," only that her flow of vaginal secretions (actually Bartholin glands secretion more close to the vulval area) was heavy.
The next question to be answered, since she did mention something about her childhood, was to find a pattern that would explain her bisexuality, the fact that she did not hate or fear men, as is the case with so many Lesbians.
Her narcissism as well as her "experiences" may be all fantasy. She describes herself as she would like to look. There was, however, one man in her life who really loved her. She was her father's "pet." At the same time, it was that loving father who gave her the money to leave home and live in a new country thousands of miles across the ocean.
Deborah's attitude toward the "loving" male, as symbolized by her father, became ambivalent. He loved her deeply, but not enough to give up his second wife. And then there was the negative attitude of this stepmother toward Deborah. In her own mind, she recalled a "mother" as being loving, kind, ever forgiving. It matters not how well her own mother really treated her, Deborah only wanted to recall the good parts. And when compared with her stepmother, her own mother loomed ever higher in her heart.
The reader should note that, through her primarily Lesbian oriented correspondence with the woman in Britain, Deborah does mention some sex acts with males. The one that appears to stand out was the first time she fellated a man. The male penis represents to her the strength of the father who loved her, as well as the nipple of the mother who loved her.
In her Lesbian relations, it was probably the other way around. The nipple or clitoris that she sucked was both the mother's breast symbol and to some degree, a penis symbol. I have noticed in other studies that, while most Lesbians want nothing to do sexually with men, the more overt or gay types frequently have a desire to suck the male penis. It is the genital penetration of that penis which threatens them. Yet there often remains a small degree of heterosexual desire that can be achieved by "aggressive" fellatio.
The study of Deborah, I feel, reveals a very superbly efficient worker who wants to please a boss (father symbol) very much. One way she could know that she was pleasing him, would be the tangible evidence of a substantial raise in pay. Previously, Deborah stated that she had fancied sexual relations with her father. Thus, her analogous thinking may have told her-"You wanted sex with your father, but you never offered it to him, so he sent you away. You want a raise from your boss, so don't let him get away, too. Offer him sex."
The psycho-dynamics of this case are highly individualized. However, it is a safe guess that there are thousands of kinky girls like Deborah, who live in a fantasy world of sex. They will never see their correspondents, so they may use their imaginations to the fullest, drawing and enlarging upon actual experiences that may have occurred when they were very young, or upon more recent but rare occasions.
In personality disorders of this type, the person often has no guilt-feelings or internal emotional conflicts. They are alone. They feel that there is nothing basically wrong with them, and they function to a degree approaching perfection in their jobs, which is a realistic manner of gaining the praise and attention they want, but not one that is enough to satisfy the sexual manifestations of desire.
I feel certain that many people live out most of their lives in such a manner. In other cases, the disorder may evolve from neurotic to psychotic, I feel. The great problem is that these people are so determined, the problem so deeply imbedded, that they feel the "worst" thing in the world to do would be to even hint that they are mentally ill.
On the other hand, those with psychotic personality disorders are often committed to mental institutions or otherwise pressured to seek professional help. And many have been able to lead far happier and better adjusted lives because of it.
CHAPTER TEN
THE CASE HISTORY OF EVELYN S.
" 'Do it there again, Evelyn,' she asked me suddenly as I gently probed her urethral opening with the nail of my little finger, "I can come again...with you. . . ."
"It wasn't like they write about in books, but it was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to me. The climax was almost mutual, but it wasn't enough, not thoroughly satisfying. I wanted more. We masturbated each other until well past daybreak."
Evelyn S. is a twenty-four-year-old unmarried nurse who works in the pediatrics section of a medium-sized private hospital in California. She is very pretty, almost 5' 8" tall, weighs approximately 135 pounds, and measures roughly 36-27-38. She has been Lesbian oriented for as long as she can recall. In speaking briefly of her background with one of my female research assistants, a woman she has known for some time, Evelyn said:
"I rather suspect that my mother is a Lesbian, too.
She never talked about sex with me at all. I do recall that my 'Aunt Wilma' made love with Mother in their bedroom quite a lot. I also noticed that whenever they kissed, it was not the usual friendly or relative type smack. They French kissed. I do believe that excited me more to watch them do openly, than the times I sneaked around and saw them in bed together, naked and playing with each other.
"Odd, that after all the talk I'd heard from Mother and 'Aunt Wilma' about the male sex being so rotten, that Mother kept after me so much to date boys. What happened when I did date? They picked the poor kid to pieces for days, saying I should find a 'nice' boy. How could I? I never heard them say anything nice about any male."
On her first realization of sex-pleasure, Evelyn stated:
"I masturbated a lot when I was six or seven. I also liked to inspect my pussy very closely with a mirror and with a magnifying glass. But I don't think I ever had an orgasm then. It was a-very good feeling. I liked it. I liked to play with myself a lot. But I don't think I ever climaxed.
"Mother never told me anything about sex, and I could sense that she felt there was something bad or wrong about sex. I must have been sixteen before I realized what sex was all about and that a man and woman were supposed to be married before they did things like that, and it was freakish when two boys or two girls or grownups of the same sex, did those things together.
"I might have been as young as eleven or twelve when
I played with Ginger's pussy. She was older than me, fifteen or sixteen maybe, and I think she was staying with me when my parents went off for a weekend at the beach. We were going to sleep together and when we were undressing, I was very curious about all the hair she had. She wasn't fuzzy like me. She had a big black bush. I played with her hairs some...I think. I can't remember for sure. If I think about it now, I want to think that a lot more happened. But I've got to be honest. I don't know for sure.
"In high school, I knew this girl who was a real dyke, but she dated boys to put on a front. She had her own car, and we had been making out with these two boys on a date in her car one night, but never let them go all the way. When we let them off, she drove me toward my house, but turned off first into an alley and parked. She said she was so hot from being fingered by her date so much that she had to get some relief.
"This girl, Beverly, was real sweet, and I was really surprised. At the same time, I was kind of curious, excited, scared...scared but excited, you know. I liked to look down at her legs. They had a good shape and she was shameless about pulling her skirt up over her hips and fingering herself. Before that, I had liked to look at girls' bodies in the shower room at P.E. class, and I did think about being in the shower room with them all naked when I masturbated alone. It was more like I was admiring girls' bodies. At least, that's the way I thought about it. I didn't make a real connection with sex action.
"Maybe you can understand now what I mean. I liked Beverly a great deal. It had been a tender, loving friendship. I was excited as I watched her go to work on herself with her fingers, but it was also disillusioning. I was shocked when it got farther than that. Beverly sighed real lowly and said, 'Oh...what a relief. Now, let's get you relaxed.'
"I was speechless! I couldn't believe it. I was wearing a short skirt, and carelessly, since we'd let off the boys. Before I knew it, her hand was right up into my pussy and searching for my clitoris. She grabbed me with her other arm and began to French kiss, slopping her tongue in my mouth and sucking mine out. She was like a crazy girl! She started telling me how long she'd wanted to suck my pussy and begged me to let her do it right then.
"Gee, I was so confused and mixed up. Beverly was a different girl, but I still liked her so very much. I let her go ahead and take me home with her-her folks were at the farm-and she was so hot for me, a real aggressive dyke. She jumped me in her bedroom before I could hit the sheets, and I was then eaten for the very first time in my life. Beverly was gobbling me up! It was shocking, but only for a few seconds...until I had the feel of her lapping mouth and tongue on my clit. I came, but I was afraid to let her know I had. She kept spitting on her other hand and playing with herself. I liked to look at her naked...I think.
"There was still a lot to be afraid of, I thought, so I kept a good distance from Beverly after that. She was so aggressive and rough. I wanted a tender, cuddly kind of love. There could be sex. I wanted there to be sex, but not just jumping in the bed and going to it like that.
"I was in my early twenties before I got the kind of tender love I wanted so bad. If I get really hooked on a girl, I have to face her and talk to her while we make love. I want to kiss her lips and whisper of love, and feel my fingers slide about in her wet vagina and vulva while she explores me in the same way and rubs my clitoris very tenderly. I can go on like this for hours in bed with a girl I definitely have a feeling for. Even if the affair lasts only a month or so, a week. One first night of meeting and lovemaking are possible!
"My feelings toward boys...now men, are only neutral. I've liked the personalities of some men. I respect and trust some men without any emotional feeling whatsoever. Doctors are notorious nurse chasers. When I've liked one of them before, I can push him away and laugh off his advances. If I hardly know him or don't care for him, his advances make me furious! I have reported two of the interns at the hospital where I now work. One of them was fired when I told the hospital administrator to hide behind a screen in the nurses' room and see for himself. In situations like that, men disgust me! If I see a man and a woman kissing, and the woman is attractive to me, I can become so emotionally upset that I have to take off from work a day.. . . "
Evelyn's first "real" Lesbian affair occurred when she was about twenty-three years old. She preferred not to talk about it, but agreed to write about it, so long as anonymity was assured. A condensation of her written experiences follows:
I've always loved children. They're so much fun and full of life...so innocent of what real life...and love, are all about. I was assigned to the pediatrics ward as soon as I was capped because of my interest and request. Most of my patients were no more than two or three years old. It followed that most of their mothers were quite young, and still attractive and...well, sexy.
Jill's mother came to see her twice each day. At first I was too busy to be aware of this lovely little woman (she was blonde, a Utile over five feet tall, flashing eyes, built like a sexpot). She always smiled at me, flirted with me, and I just passed it off because we were understaffed and I was working too hard to realize there was anything personal. She thought I gave such wonderful care to Jill, but I was a very hard working and conscientious nurse and had received expressions of gratitude quite often.
Jill's mother was named Betti, and she was separated from her husband before the child was born. She had a very good job as a computer programmer. She seemed very happy and content to be on her own. Betti had a sharp convertible and a two-bedroom apartment in the very best part of town. She also was getting a hundred and fifty dollars a month for Jill.
Betti soon found time to latched onto me in the hall and start up a conversation after visiting hours. She was so very interesting that I took a quick liking to her. One Friday evening she asked if I'd like to have a drink with her. I told her I didn't get off until eleven, and she told me I should drop over to her place for a drink then. She even offered to come pick me up when I got off, and I was agreeable...very agreeable, but I think maybe I didn't believe it was all true or had all the things in it that I fantasized.
We had talked before about the fairly sheltered kind of life she had to live since she was not really divorced, and how lonely she was now that Jill was in the hospital and most of her female friends were so busy being married or dating.
I was pretty excited about being with her alone in her apartment because I already had a crush on her from the first night she started talking to me in the halls. I forced myself not to expect too much. I got into a mood with a wonderful mental picture of drinking together by candlelight and talking, and my adoring her lovely face as we talked. Oh, I had gone as far as to think about trying to find an excuse to hold her hand, squeeze it. I was, in a way, bolder than I had ever been before. I think the difference was that I had detected "A Certain Smile," an intimacy and warmth in her voice when she invited me over. And then I knew that might be only loneliness and boredom that made her invite me. I was a lonely, loner type of person myself. Sometimes we attract each other.
Betti's personality was absolutely wonderful! We talked about so many things and found we had a lot in common. We liked historical novels, classical movies, designing and making our own clothes, social work. We also began to talk a lot about the personalities of girls and women we had known, and what we thought of various female celebrities. When we both settled on the fact that when Brigitte Bardot was in her much younger years, we just adored her, the way we talked sent shivers through me. I had always thought of Brigitte Bardot as being the sexiest young woman I had ever seen. I saw each one of her old movies on TV, and I bought movie magazines sometimes so I could clip out near nude pictures of her.
We kept talking about her, describing her body. Betti said a friend of hers had showed her some all-nude pictures of her taken at her private Riviera estate at St Tropez. The liquor was getting to me also. I felt just so relaxed and wonderful there with Betti that I didn't realize when the conversation moved from crushes like we had on our schoolteachers or somebody like Brigitte
Bardot, to more directly sexual things, such as how Brigitte's lips looked like they could kiss so well, and that her naked titties were small but looked like a pair that loved to be played with. When we talked about teachers we had had crushes on, they were always females, and the conversation went from silly, little-girl infatuations, to plain sex with our teachers...how we wished it could have happened, and heard stories about it happening to others...but never to us.
We were having our second drink in the little breakfast room of Betti's apartment on a clear glass and wrought-iron table. I could look down through the tabletop at her pretty legs in her miniskirt, and she could look at mine if she liked. I just felt so wonderful and dreamy. That's the only way I can explain it. '
It was pure, natural impulse that led me to reach over and place my hand on hers and squeeze gently. We were both trembling, perspiring a little. We looked right at each other and smiled. My insides suddenly became very light all over and I felt weightless, the way I could imagine I'd feel when I've seen the astronauts drifting around in their cockpits on TV, or bouncing along on the moon.
No one will ever understand the emotions that went charging through me that night until I was almost in a trance-like state, catatonic. I'd never been hit that hard by anything or anybody. I had found out of nowhere a happiness I was afraid did not really exist.. . not for me. I had always felt that I was doomed to live alone with my secret desires, unable ever to find another affectionately. I knew by then that I was a Lesbian, but Betti was my impossible dream.
And then my heart almost sunk.
We seemed to have talked ourselves out, and she went into the bedroom and I followed. She said I might as well spend the night, and took a spare, freshly laundered pair of beautiful pajamas out of a drawer and handed them to me. The fit was perfect. But I was suddenly very unsure of myself again, wondering even if I should dare undress in front of her. I prayed that Betti was not another dyke like Beverly, for I knew that would kill it for me. I think I was actually relieved when she went into the bathroom to change.
We talked about a few other things as we finished getting ready for bed. Betti did most of the talking, telling me about what a sorry idiot her husband had been, but how lucky she was that he at least made good money and was providing adequate support for JUL including a college policy for her future education.
I had a very strange sensation, like a new surge of hope when Betti turned out the lights and we lay face to face there in the darkness. "I want to make a confession, Evelyn," she said. "I like you very much. I'm so very, very glad that I found you."
My heart skipped a beat, but for almost a minute there was nothing to be heard but our breathing. I could still hear the breathy and intimate tone of her voice when she had said . . . 'Tm so very, very glad that I found you." My left thigh was touching her right thigh. I seemed out of breath, but I swallowed and said, "I've been lonely too, Betti. I've never met anybody I liked...who understood me."
I was so tense that I jerked a little when she put her right arm up around my shoulder. Then, I immediately dropped all my fear barriers, and I slipped my arm around her tiny waist. We drew ourselves closer to each other, our lips fumbling to find each others' in the darkness. "Oh, Betti...Betti!" I squealed.
Our mouths came together in a touch of beauty. Our lips were moist and clinging (I had been licking mine, and I think Betti had, too). I did not want a dry kiss that would remind me of a relative, and I was not disappointed. Our mouths were joined in a beautiful mating of love, an explosive expression of the deep glow that fused through our bodies. This was very sexual, but more so for Betti. At least, she was the first to be more demonstrative. As for me, I knew that I was becoming very moist between my thighs, and I joyed in pressing them together and agitating my sensitive clit and nymphae while concentrating on our embrace and kissing.
I tried to put my tongue as far as I could in her mouth, reach and feel every crevice, the backs of her teeth, and I did actually suck her tongue into mine, conscious that she was letting me have some of her saliva too, which thrilled me a little extra. When I felt Betti's hand go down my side and immediately underneath the elastic waistband of my pajamas, I was no longer in fear of a sexual contact. I wanted it. . . just from her...right then. I raised my left leg and welcomed her fingers in my wet vulva.
With my loss of inhibitions, I responded in kind, sighing very deeply when my fingers entered her pussy. I remember it all so very clearly-the glorious warmness of her inner thighs, the crisp feel of her pubic hair laden with secretion, the slick and slippery insides of fleshy lips.
I kept probing her gently with my fingers and I was strangely relaxed about it all. I identified each sex part, organ or gland as my fingers contacted them. Her outer lips were thick, her nymphae almost indefinable, the introitus greatly pronounced. I fingered her urethra opening with the tip of my little finger that brought great sighs of intense feeling for her, and ended with her first orgasm. "Oh, Evelyn...you know my weak points. I love it," she whispered to me after jerking gently, then sighing with her climax. Later, I found her clit and enjoyed squeezing it gently to make her climax again.
I wish I had been so ready. Perhaps I was still nervous without admitting it, overexcited maybe. Betti could not make me climax. I tried to do it myself, but she insisted, plunging both her middle and index finger deeply inside my pussy, then pulling them back out so the heel of her hand and the backs of her fingers pressed hard as they rubbed across my clit. "Do it there again, Evelyn," she asked me suddenly as I gently probed her urethral opening with the nail of my little finger, "I can come again...with you. . . . "
It wasn't like they write about in books, but it was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to me. The climax was almost mutual, but it wasn't enough, not thoroughly satisfying. I wanted more. We masturbated each other until daybreak.
Evelyn expressed a preference to write about some of the Lesbian experiences that followed her basic "seduction." Here is a part of what she wrote:
That first night was the beginning of a very strong love affair that lasted for over two years. I'm still in love with Betti, and I guess I always will be, but I will never see her again. I could not bear to see little Jill growing up as I did, to enter adulthood with so many strikes against her in regard to living a normal, happy and proud life. I just adore children too much, and I know that affectionate love can turn to sexual love. I could almost see the beginning of Betti's interest in Jill's "sexy little body." What would have happened if I had stayed until Jill was an adult.. . or just a developing teenager? Betti was the kind of woman who would not let conscience get in her way for something she really wanted. I've heard so many people rationalize about incest, how "natural" it is-"it just happens."
Naturally, I was afraid of my own desires, too. Jill was such a darling. She would be very physically attractive in a few more years. If Betti was going to corrupt her, I did not want to know about it. I certainly did not want to become part of one of those weird Lesbian-incest-threesomes I'd heard about. I had to go, but those two years with Betti I will treasure always.
It was Betti who deflowered me with, of all things, a broom handle with a rubber prophylactic on it. We called that our "wedding night" and I bled a lot. Later, we became more sophisticated in the arts of lovemaking and began to use vibrators a lot, right on our clits. The night that she deflowered me, she masturbated my clit at the same time she was "fucking" my vagina with the broom handle. That's a funny thing that so many men do not understand about most real Lesbians. We get no thrill from a dildo or any object like that in our vaginas unless we have had a lot of previous experience with men. We are clitorally oriented, and that's why we masturbate each other a lot, go down on each other, and use vibrators. I think a dildo would feel more sexy up my anus than in my vagina.
Betti was very urethral oriented too, as you obviously observed from the first night I made love to her. There were many times when I concentrated on her urethral opening. It's just below the clit, and I worked on it enough until I could eventually get almost all of the top part of my little finger in there. I had to use an ointment, but Betti was so fond of my doing that, she often liked to plan on doing it a week ahead, just so that she could look forward to it. It was psychological with Betti that she always had to have certain special pleasures to look forward to, and would deny herself these pleasures just for that reason...for a certain period of time. I also used a sterile glass probe rounded on each end to go all the way up into her urethra.
There was a very real risk that if she jerked or moved involuntarily, or that if my fingers supped, the glass rod would break inside her urethra. That would excite Betti so much, the danger element. She was thrilled by my being a nurse and knowing so much about the female anatomy. I would slide the glass rod in and out, like I was "fucking" her urethra, and she would have "crying" orgasms. It was really amazing how masochistic Betti turned out to be. If I pushed the rod all the way in, I could punch her bladder with the tip, and that used to always make her come after I hit once or twice, and not too gently.
Betti and I loved each other so much, knew each others' little special desires so well, that we often masturbated each other in the bathroom or kitchen, if we were in the mood. One morning when we were in a rush to get out at an early hour, we were competing with each other for the use of the bathroom mirror to put on our makeup. We became so frustrated and angry we had words, and I pushed her away. Betti lost her balance and nearly fell over backwards into the bathtub. I quickly grabbed her. I was crying and pleading with her to forgive me.
There was a whole change of mood, Betti holding onto me tightly, kissing my lips, saying, "We haven't had enough sex lately, my darling." We needed something to make us realize that. At that very moment, our hands went beneath waistbands of each others' panties and we masturbated for about five furious and wonderful minutes. . . .
Things are so different with me today. I'm more independent and don't believe in long affairs or living together. All I'm interested in are transient sessions that can be conducted discreetly. If I am very much on edge, nervous, and there has been a lull in my sex life (which is rare), I go to a prostitute, and then I wish I hadn't, because there is no real feeling. I think my attitude is much like that of most men. I want my partner to share my feelings in a very intimate and personal way, even though we may meet by accident in a cocktail lounge and only have sex one time with each other. Anyway, it's what we both want, and we indulge in more kissing, love-play, mutual masturbation. There is not so much crudeness and wanting to go down the very first thing when the door is closed behind us.
Masturbation? Yes, I suppose it does seem to be my predominant method for climax, and breast-love is only titillating, not even teasing for me. The answer on the first count is that most Lesbians are in search of a more tender and sincere spiritual manner of love to go along with the sexual relationship, even if it is only a casual affair, a spontaneous single meeting For me, the use of the fingers and hands convey so much more and are so flexible that they can be used in whatever type of sex a partner may want.
Some women I've met are as much sensitive on their inner lips as they are on their clits. Or, they like to prolong sex, and their clits are too sensitive, too responsive. If a woman is anal-sensitive and still a Lesbian, the most intimate act that she can enjoy is having her rectum probed by her partner's fingers. She wants nothing to do with a dildo or other penis-symbol. The act of love is most gratifying (and I have been treated this way by some of my lovers and enjoyed it as a variation) when you stand together naked and reach around for the other's anus, or do the same lying down very close together so that the anal-masturbation is mutual. But it is performed much more pleasurably when the woman who wants it the most can he face down on the bed and have her girlfriend lick up the backs of her legs, parting the cheeks of the buttocks very gently first with the tongue. After that, the lover parts the cheeks with her hands and licks the anus and probes it with her tongue (that in itself will make some girls climax) before exploring with her fingers.
One time last year I met a woman at a sidewalk cafe and we flirted until we knew what each other wanted and knew that we were attracted to each other. When she asked if I liked to "flat-fuck" when we were at my apartment, I didn't know what she meant until she explained it to me; then I realized it was only the way she expressed it "Flat-fucking" is when one woman ties atop another and they try to get into position so that they can rub their clits together. It had always been very frustrating for me before, because of the way I'm built. I had never been able to get a climax that way before. It was different that time. Our crotches worked together beautifully and she had a clit that was almost an inch long when it got hard.
By this time in my young life, I can tell you that I have just about tried everything and anything in the way of Lesbian love. I enjoy women with big tits and I like to suck nipples. I'm freakish for it sometimes. I work with two nurses who have tremendously large breasts, and I feel like plunging my hand down their uniform at times. But this is not an overpowering urge.
I'm hypnotized by very large breasts on very young women or teenage girls who have firm big breasts and are attractive otherwise in the body and face. I also have to have that spiritual feeling of need for each other.
I can't deny that, spiritual love or not, I greatly desire to physically feel the female sex organs. I am disappointed when a woman has a large, gaping vulva, if she smells unclean, if there is anything imperfect about the sex organs. A girl must be neat, clean, fresh. I expect her to be just as interested in neatness and cleanliness as I am. When my fingers reach inside a woman's pussy, the first thing I do is to feel for the locations of the organs and glands. And then I want to masturbate her.
Comment: I feel that Evelyn's statements are among the most realistic and closer to the actual ideas and attitudes of the "average" Lesbian, than the more extreme cases that come to the attention of the psychotherapist. However, I consider it a very important contribution to this study because it illustrates so graphically the various types of masturbation employed by so many
Lesbians in their interpersonal sexual activities.
In the opinions of many active Lesbians with whom I have talked, mutual masturbation in one form or another plays much greater a part in their lovemaking than it does among male homosexuals. Often, it may be as far as the traditionally more reserved female wants to go. And it accomplishes its purpose in bringing relief from sexual tensions within the context of an erotic relationship.
A reluctance to experiment further may be attributed to inexperience. For example, two females "discover" themselves sexually. They become aroused through kissing, breast fondling. They know that digital manipulation will bring on pleasurable orgasms, and they are too reserved to explore any other possibilities. Mutual masturbation satisfies their desires quite adequately.
I think it is reasonable to assume that some form of interpersonal masturbation is so popular among Lesbians because solitary masturbation has become such a habit, the ability to achieve orgasm is associated with digital contact. And the reason for this is quite obvious. Unless a Lesbian is an overt or gay type with a wide repertoire of lovers, or unless she has a regular partner, her interpersonal relationships are rare. A Lesbian has far greater difficulty in contacting other Lesbians than homosexual males have in contacting others of their proclivities.
When the Lesbian finally does find a partner, either as a one-timer or occasional lover, mutual masturbation is almost always bound to play a part in gaining orgasm. I would venture to say, as a result of my interviews, analyses and talks involving almost two hundred
Lesbians and bisexual females over the last ten years, that cunnilingus, tribadism ("flat-fucking"), and the more bizarre forms of contact are highly overrated. We see them occurring with some frequency only among the very outspoken and very sexually active gay types and in swinging (where it is often done more for the men's viewing pleasure), and in exhibitions of a commercial nature (pornographic films and pictures) made to appeal to men.
However, I do not mean to say that these other forms of Lesbian expression do not play some part in perhaps one time or another. While the less-inhibited male homosexual ordinarily desires both fellatio and anal-intercourse during the term of a relationship, much adjustment is required to achieve parallel relations among females. The Lesbian has no penis. The true Lesbian has no desire for a penis or its symbol. Yet she may want oral-genital relations and anal-masturbation. Thus, more interpersonal masturbatory acts among Lesbians may be accounted for by anatomy.
Although the avowed Lesbian who has not been with a male except as part of a very unpleasant experience, "would have no desire for vaginal penetration by a dildo, these phallic substitutes are often used in the seduction of "straight" females who are more vaginally oriented and feel the need for penetration and fullness during the sex act.
Evelyn's background and her own comments are most revealing as to the causes of her homosexuality, and she provides a reasonable rationalization as to her preference for interpersonal masturbation. She is certainly to be credited for her breaking up with Betti. I think her own case-history would indicate strongly that being raised by a single homosexual parent contributed to a formation of the same kind of erotic orientation in the child, although there is no direct encouragement or incestuous act.
Evelyn may well be able to control her desires and live a relatively productive and meaningful professional life. There are many "Evelyns" in this world of ours today. Their life is not easy.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
THE CASE STUDY OF DONNA C.
"When the masseur is working down my back I deliberately wiggle my body to shake off the towel and let it fall to the floor. Yes, of course, it's me who does it...Tm responsible. And after I am nude, I spread my legs, waiting, tensely moving my buttocks to draw his hands to them and then go down to my ass or into my cunt, I live for that moment. When he's hooked, gone too far to stop, I very casually reach over and unzip his pants and reach in to bring out his hard meat. Isn't that a pretty wild way to go about it?...I love it. It's a real thrill to be successful in seducing a handsome masseur who's turned down dozens of others. . . . "
Donna C, a beautiful and cunning married woman of thirty-seven, used the above sentences to sum up for me briefly her mode of seducing masseurs into giving her masturbatory massages. Of course, most masseuses are confronted with the problem of males coming to them for more than just a massage; and many masseurs find that male homosexuals are anxious for a little sex as part of the arrangement. I think, however, that it is not the common thing for a masseur (who is usually licensed and faces loss of his right to work if he is accused of molesting a patient) to find a woman so attractive and sexually responsive, and demanding, as Donna, although she is certainly not the only woman who has ever tried to seduce a masseur.
What makes Donna's case so unique is that the act of masseur-seducing to sexual practices other than regular coitus (though including copulation at least one or two times), has become an obsession with her. We might compare this to certain men who are strongly attracted in a sexual way to nurses or stewardesses or waitresses. Many a businessman or salesman who travels a great deal feels something less than masculine if he does not seduce a stewardess occasionally.
The analogy is not too good an example, except in the outward expression. Masseurs are all sex objects for Donna. It had taken a long time for her to develop a way in which she could have clandestine contact with other males and not suffer so much from a feeling of guilt as she might if she picked men up in bars or on the street or in theatres.
One of the first things I asked Donna was to attempt to go back in her lifetime and try to recognize what led her to this compulsion of seducing masseurs. As might be expected from a highly sexed female given to much self masturbation, she proved quite valuable and seemed to respond coprolahcally as she told me about herself and her sexual desires and experiences: '
I've been married a long time...too long, I guess, about twenty years. We have two wonderful children.
My husband is forty-six and we own and operate a little gift shop in the suburbs. As far as I can notice, we are well-known and liked in the community. Our reputations are above reproach. We are members of the local chamber of commerce, and I do P.T.A. work some evenings. If people knew what I really was like, our whole family might as well jump in the nearest river.
If I could stop doing these things...if I could give up this sense of adventure that draws me to men for sex, I could forget the masseurs, too. But I like what I'm doing too much, I'm a hedonist. . . but one has to be so careful and so quiet a hedonist in our society. . . .
Before the masseurs became my big hang-up, I had been corresponding with some men through the sex clubs. It was such a...a thrilling, sexy experience for a love-starved woman like me. I began to get turned on and secrete between my legs every morning when it was about time for the mail to come. One man wrote me such sexy letters about how he went down on women...it sounded like it would be the greatest experience in the world to have him do me.
He had some pretty kinky ideas too, but I don't think he had ever done half of what he said he had. I wouldn't have wanted to do any of those things myself, but the way he wrote about them, I was playing with myself each time I read his letters. And he sent me pictures, too. He had a habit of seducing young mothers and (as they were widows or divorcees and desperately wanted marriage) making them sex slaves to him for promise of marriage. The truth was he had perverted ideas about their children and could con some of these mothers into letting him go down on the kids...male or female.
The pictures he sent made me play with myself, too. He would send Polaroids of his hard, cock, holding it, shooting off his big cream load in mid-air, the cream all over his hairy belly. He told me so descriptively how it felt and what he was doing-rubbing it hard with his left hand while he was writing, letting his come fall on the letter and smudging the ink just a little. I was so sexy. I sometimes masturbated nearly all night with fantasies about this evil, wonderful "sexman."
And then my husband found the letters and pictures. He tore them up and beat me. He told me he would do no more because we had to preserve our reputations in the community. If he asked for a divorce, there would be an awful scandal. He let it go at that. I stopped writing letters because there was hardly any way to hide things like that from him.
My sex demands were still awfully strong, so I began running around with about seven different men; once with two men at the same time, which to me was the greatest pleasure of all. Oh, God, I was like a wild woman, all I could think of all day was fucking...yes, that was it. No delicate words or guarded inhibitions. I loved to be fucked! When I was with the two men, one of them performed analingus on me...oh, hell, he sucked my ass! And I sucked the other one off and swallowed it.
There may have been something three people can do together that we didn't do. But I doubt it. That only happened once, but I wished it could have been everyday. I had absolutely no reservations about any kind of sex act when we were together like that privately. Men always want to come back to me. I'm very sexy in everything I do and the way I dress, walk, sit down. But.. . it was so awful to slip around that way without my husband finding out. I went with low men, laborers and working men who had no idea of who I was. . . .
Please don't get the idea or make the assumption that my husband and I do not also do some pretty perverted things together. My husband always told me I was the best at sex. It gave me a great deal of pride. I wanted more. I decided that if I was so good, I should share this wonderful talent with others, too.
Six out of seven days a week I was seeing a married man for a while. We were fiends for orgasms! If he was exhausted and his hard would not come up again, we would very dramatically and fiercely masturbate each other. It wasn't enough for me either. I had to give sexual satisfaction to more and more men.. . . I've never been made by a woman, but I must tell you that the idea fascinates me more and more every day. My fantasy is to let some woman, a nice looking woman with big and lovely breasts, play with me naked, lick me, suck me. Two women could use me every way. A man and woman together, like a married couple, I wonder if I could find a couple who would work me over all night in every way? Alas...it's all wishful thinking, I suppose. I become frantic about my husband finding out...my children. I would want to panic and confess everything to him...all about the men I've had and the awful things they've done to me. But why? [Donna has a compulsion to be forgiven, to be loved, in spite of her unfaithful acts. She wants to be loved and accepted as she is. Nothing else will keep convincing her that her husband loves her in spite of everything she does. Her ego must be constantly fueled with acceptance as a lover by other men, forgiveness by her husband. One can only assume the genesis of the problem, but it probably began with a very strict and unforgiving mother or father, guardian, or even a favorite schoolteacher.]
Why can't I satisfy my sexual desires without being such a...a tramp? I know so many military wives. They tell me, when we're talking very openly, that they masturbate a lot when their husbands are at sea or overseas in a place where dependents are not allowed. I masturbate a lot, too...but it isn't enough! I've got to have more!
An hour...maybe only a half hour after I've gone through a two hour session with myself, I am always frantic for sex. I have to have men to love me. A woman could love me too.
I can remember once...maybe I read about it somewhere in a newspaper, that some male masseurs would give real "sex treatments" to a woman. I thought about that. . . how nice it would be to go to a massage parlor, have a man working all over my naked body...letting him rub my ass and thighs with his bare hands...slicked with oil. And I wouldn't have to worry about being caught.. . or really doing anything wrong...just hands. It was a dream...a wild dream. But.. . I could make it come true. . . .
One day when I was out shopping, I decided to try it, to find out if I could do it, if it would be as I thought. . . or just another disappointment. I looked up masseurs in the Yellow Pages and I made an appointment with a man across town, using the name Loreen Thomas, as I wanted this to be a very secret assignation.
I liked the sound of the man's voice on the phone. I had visions of his being very muscular, very demanding, and very sexy in every way. When I arrived at his place, I was not disappointed. He looked the part so perfectly-in his forties, graying hair, lean and muscular body in a white T-shirt and freshly starched white pants.
I was feeling very good! He gave me a large Turkish towel to wrap around me as he had me step behind a screen to undress. I was deliberately careless about the screen, dropping my bra over the top and stepping around to retrieve it. When I was naked, I looked at myself in the mirror there proudly, quite proudly. My heart was beating rapidly as I admired my own body, pleased that I exercised regularly, played tennis every week, stayed off starches, drank very little. My breasts are big...without being pendulously large, for a woman of my age, the red nipples are excited so very easily and were sticking straight out. I toyed with them languorously and smoothed a hand lazily across my black triangle, noticing my long legs and how they taper up nicely...good shape...nice bottom, too.
I was shaking with anticipation. I threw the towel carelessly around myself and walked out to the massage table. He had me lie on my back, and I welcomed the feel of the leather upholstered table beneath me, pressing my loins against it and sighing, while his strong hands began to massage my shoulders, and he insisted that I relax more.
It was so exciting. So wonderful to feel his hands and fingers digging into my warm flesh with so much...firm gentleness and control, kneading my body with confidence. Confidence. I wanted him to throw me over and climb on top. Rape me! No.. . . I knew he could not do that, I had to carry on just as I had planned and...hope I could be satisfied.
I glanced down to see my breasts sticking out when he massaged my back below the shoulders, and hoped he would grasp beneath my body and rub them, but he would not, going farther down my body until he was at the small of my back, his thumbs gouging lower and lower until they were at the cleavage of my sensitive buttocks. I couldn't help but begin to move my pelvis in a rhythm against the table, then found that by working my thighs like...like pistons, up and down an inch or two, it would begin to make me feel better...like masturbating.
When the towel slipped to the floor, he started to pick it up, but I shook my head and mumbled...like a plea, "Uh-uh." He straightened himself and began to work at the small of my back again, his fingers pausing to graze my buttocks occasionally.
I could take it no longer! I spread my legs as he first started to separate my cheeks, until my feet and calves were hanging over the side of the table. I arched my buttocks upward, knowing I had moistened the covering beneath my vagina, and that he couldn't help but see it, and know how very, very passionate I was.
I was so obviously tike a bitch in heat! But that was nothing to the joyous little shriek I let out when his fingers first slid through my abundant and wet hairs and touched the flesh of my vaginal lips. He was standing at my right, using his left hand on me. He did not try to stick his fingers deep inside at first, only slide them over the lips and down to my clit. I tried to see if he had a hard-on, but my view was cut off. Awkwardly, I suppose, I reached up with my right hand and tried to find the front of his trousers, but the angle of my arm was such that I couldn't get to it. I squeezed my legs together to trap his hand, and then he said to me...so very soft and...personal, but businesslike, too, "Would Madam like to turn over so as to be more comfortable?"
I was shaking all over with violent passion, but I managed a proud smile as I turned over to expose the front of my naked body to him. Obligingly, he moved to the other side of the table, and motioned for me to open my thighs, which I did quite readily. I know he must have had a great deal of practice at this, as he began at once to massage my inner thighs in an upward way so that his finger tips were soon entering me, rubbing my lips, until he was once more concentrating on my vagina and lips.
I was writhing in ecstasy, throwing my head from side to side, but I did manage to reach for his trousers and release his belt buckle, unzip the fly and push them over his hips, all with my right hand. He was wearing a jock strap, which I pulled at rather uselessly, until he finally smiled and used his left hand to remove it. When it.. . the front of it came down, the waistband caught over the head of his penis and pulled it way down until it finally slipped off and made the magnificent...prick...snap back up at an angle.
I couldn't wait! He was so hard! Like when a man is masturbated for a long time until he is so stiff that it looks as if his prick will burst, stiff and springy and there is a trace, a very small trace of liquid in the little hole. I grasped it immediately with my right hand, closing all four fingers around the stiff, hard staff, and wet my thumb by rubbing it over the head. I could feel...FEEL it throb in my hand, so big and wonderful!
He said nothing but cleared his throat, so I knew he was silently asking me what I wanted next. I wanted his prick in me! But...but isn't that strange? His fingers felt so good, his control and movement so...so powerful, strong, that it felt so good, I don't think I really minded saying, "More...hurt me...oh, God, hurt me-e-e-e!"
He reached up with his left hand and pulled my lips wide apart, stretching them until I could feel a delicious pain, and then he put two fingers deep inside me. My...my husband has a large penis, the married lover I saw for so long, even larger, so I suppose I am stretched inside, and the masseur decided to try to get all four fingers in me, slowly and...easily, until they were there, and he could rub my clitoris with his thumb. Oh! I came almost at once, and I felt his penis move as if...I could tell intuitively he was about to come.
I screamed, "No! Not yet! More." But I was too late. I watched raptly as his thick white cream spurted out, gushed...and then drooled, some of it hitting me, but most of it going on the side of the table and the floor.
"It's all right," he whispered, lowering himself over my belly until I could feel his hot breath thrilling me where my flesh was wet with his come. "I will continue to please Madam."
"No...not that," I managed the courage to say, when I realized he was going to put his mouth on me and eat. "Easy...never stop...never." I enjoyed the slippery, slimy feeling of his come all over my hands and his limp penis, while he resumed his more gentle rubbing of my soaked lips and probes of my vagina.
What a technique he had! As he would concentrate on my clitoris a few minutes to bring me to a beautiful orgasm, then pull at my lips and insert his fingers like he was...fucking me for a while until I would beg him to concentrate on my clit again. I was particularly aroused, after I had come a dozen times or more, when I could feel his penis swelling again, right there in my hand. I began to stroke again instead of just squeezing and rubbing; it was filling my hand with its bigness.
I was becoming tired, it was taking longer for him to make me come, so I worked myself up for the big one. I smiled at him and nodded, and he smiled back, giving everything a little extra something to show me he understood. I know I moved my pelvis more, working up to it, and I cried out more, things like, "Oh-oh...it's so good...oh-ow...so-o-o goo-ood...oh . . . . "
He used the underside of his index finger. He rubbed my clit the full length, like he had never done before...so hard and fast! I screamed and yelled...screamed and yelled, and I was twisting around, raising myself up off the table. Oh, my God, that was something!
I was coming, coming, coming, coming, and I was pressing myself to his hand, squeezing out every last ounce of FEELING! Oh! And his sperm started coming out...all over my hand. I was like an uncontrollable spastic, babbling in incoherent joy and splashing his sperm all over his stomach and rubbing it in his hairs and...oh, just everything. I didn't know what I was doing, still gasping for breath, moaning like a woman getting over a beautiful.. . beautiful pain.. . childbirth, or something.
"Well. . . that's my problem. He's my problem. I've been back to him several times, always the same, and he charges me only twenty-five dollars and masturbates me until I'm exhausted, an hour or more. No massage now, only masturbation, and we seldom say anything, all is understood.
"When we are traveling or I am traveling, I've gone to other masseurs, too. I always make an appointment with a new one, and I know there are other women like me because it's always the same, and I sense they know what I want. Yes, of course, it's me who does it.. . I'm responsible. . . . "
Comment: Donna's case is truly unusual in its behavioral aspects. Unfortunately, not much progress has been made because of her reluctance to discuss her early childhood. She seems much more interested in giving vivid details of her "kinky" sex life over the past few years, and thinks that some "magic" answer to her problem will suddenly appear. She tries to rationalize that the use of "just hands" does not constitute an illicit sex act.
Here is a woman with a strong sex drive, who fears the approach of middle age and the loss of her sexual attractiveness. The love of her husband is not enough to reinforce her confidence. She continually seeks the attentions of other men in the one way she knows how to get them. It is almost impossible for any one man to satisfy her because she is looking for something that is unattainable-perpetual youth, pleasure and happiness.
While the consultation continues, Donna is sincerely trying to interest herself in other challenging and time consuming hobbies and avocations. She and her husband have joined a couples golf group, she has taken up a small amount of volunteer social work, and she is also pursuing a course of part-time study to finish her work for a degree.
By these means, it is hoped that she may find her need for so much sexual attention diminished and be able to lead a richer and fuller life, while still holding out hope for a more permanent solution to her problems through insight and analysis. She has a long way to go, but at least she has taken the first step.
CHAPTER TWELVE MINDA: A BEHAVIORAL STUDY
"When she asked me to relax, I did so and withdrew my long organ from her hot vagina. She asked that I lay beside her, head to vagina, but not for the act with the mouth. It is soon a comfortable posture we have devised for her to make with great strokes-my oiled penis in her oiled hand and self lubrications of her vagina and front sexual parts. Thus engaged, Minda tells me of the sensational oil massage masturbation that take place in the orgies of sex among actors and their friends....With two young student actresses only sixteen and of great beauty, she has massaged in oil and made their vaginas know the first passions."
Minda is a beautiful, olive-skinned secretary and "sexual plaything" of a well-known motion picture star in North Africa. Her story provides us with a rare inside view of the group sex practices in a culture far different from our own.
The narrator of this factual account is the young, college-educated son of a high-ranking sheikh. He is fluent in English, though certain grammatical inaccuracies and eccentricities are apparent. However, I think the color of the report is best left intact by a minimum amount of editing:
The top artists in my country have no public life. They cannot move freely. They can only pass the time by drinking, gambling and throwing very private parties for themselves as it is with sheikhs and their families. It is a general belief that the marriage and thereafter having children may result in the loss of market value. Love scenes to be enacted by them after so many cuts and rehearsals make them sexually maniac, so also the drinks. The only best way, according to them, to relieve the tension, is to resort to much homosexual habits, masturbation and having sex wrong way. With only ignorable exceptions, every actor and actress has adopted the same.
One very rich comedian was sponsored by my father. He is hereinafter referred to as X and is still unmarried. He found that one of the top actress working as heroine Y has interest in him. Although she knew that X is having relations with so many girls free who approach him for the entry in the films, hoping to get a break through him, and also used his male secretary whenever moved to this, she want him in sex.
X stays alone much, but has four servants -Secretary Minda (beautiful young girl), cook and attendant. Except the attendant, he used with his penis always young secretary in asshole and mouth, and also the cook (middle-aged woman) in the same way. Once when he pressed me to stay with him, I only obliged. He knew that I don't drink, so he requested me to cooperate when there are drinks and that he has arranged with Minda (nineteen-years-old) to serve me soft drink of the same color as alcoholic drinks so as to not spoil the party. He also requested me to behave as intoxicated after the soft drinks so that the others coming may not feel shy of me. That day, the beautiful Y was coming for the private enjoyments of the Film Stars.
Y came in the evening direct from the studio, fully tired. She first hesitated to see me there, but when I was introduced as a close relative of X, she eased. After a wash in the bathroom with the help of Minda, she came and sat on the big divan along with us. Drinks and refreshments were served by Minda. They drank very fast and started the usual talk of film work-serious shooting, the mischiefs by makeup men, the positions of the love scenes, while I kept pretending to have the great effect of the drinking. My relative, X, told Y that I am not used to drink so I am becoming intoxicated. We started playing the cards, taking Minda as fourth person.
While playing the cards, Y and X exchanged kisses, pinched each other's delicate organs, pulled hairs and what-not. The actress whispered to X that she wanted to see the naked beauty of Minda and also to have her cooperation, to which X was quite liberally agreeable and winked at the lovely Minda to come forward. When requested by Y, Minda removed her clothes one by one and sat down in nudity.
This was too much for Y, who immediately jumped over her, forcing her to lie down, kissing her, caressing her cheeks and blossoms (breasts), pulling hairs. X could not stand the scene and jumped over Y, pulling her saree upwards. Y was still over Minda and started pushing in his organ.
"Be careful...only in the anus...not in front. . . slowly," Y warned. Minda was bitten by Y on the breast and the lovely girl screamed, but the sounds could not leave the air-conditioned room. The organ of X goes deeply more into the anus of Y. You can very well understand my position upon viewing this and that I have removed my organ and am applying gentle massage to its painful stiffness.
X discharged and his discharge comes out from the anus of Y as he removes his organ. They all went in bathroom together and came out fully dressed and presentable once again. Once more, X pegs Y and Minda, seeing my position, takes my organ in her hand and massages it expertly, laughing gaily when my discharge shoots forth into her other hand. After which X places his still erect organ into the anus of Minda, covering it with much cold cream from a large jar kept for that purpose. After this, Y and X went out to a swell restaurant for dinner.
Minda told me while alone that this is all nothing new to her. She heard, saw, and did so many things like this. In the beginning she was an extra, making little money, and had to resort to overtime work, meaning the selling of her sex, when she was seventeen. She was then serving one big top actress who makes equal to hundred thousand U.S. dollar. Her makeup man and secretary were using sex with her (I call Z) both in mouth and anus. Z, herself, used to trouble Minda much by putting undesirable things in vagina for mean thrills, things like bottlenecks, ice cubes, combs, hair rollers, brushes with stiff bristles and what-not, moving them in and out and around to agitate and attempt masturbation X enjoyed to see other girls in torture-masturbation. Once Minda had to flee permanently when the secretary and makeup man held her legs apart and pulled so hard as to tear her while Z inserted sharp envelope opener in her vagina, causing injuring and bleeding.
I became filled with a sympathetic tension and passion for Minda and made her he down with me kissing and embracing her tenderly and expressing my emotional feelings for her. She told me that she could not return home because having been actress and in film work is giving a girl a bad name in society of my country, so she was taking this job with X, who used both her vagina and anus, but not torture her. But when he lets his friends, both ladies and gents use her, some are treating her badly and one woman severely bites her on the delicate organs. Her most enjoyable part is to massage the male penis and to watch the discharge and feel the warmth in her hands or on her body, as an unguent, and she is happy when there is much masturbating at these parties.
Lying with her, I ran my hand from the soft-sweet breasts to her under parts and feel her secretions in the hair. She brings her own hand to my erected organ and applies her art of gentle massage. She asked me to change the clothes as I may be uncomfortable in my shirt and tie. By the time I returned from the bathroom in robe, she had also changed into nightie and pajama. The cook served us a meal, leaving the bedroom with a mischievous glance in her eyes. Minda then led me to guest room after eating. I reclined on bed, keeping my head on her thighs and she slowly rubbing through my hairs. I picked up the copies of sensational Swedish "fucking pictures" in actual color and viewed the photos of much sex between beautiful people. I forced Minda to lie with me, and with tenderly love asked her about her more sensation experiences viewed or taken part, particularly with Z. Minda, then, with shy glance and often with closed eyes, told me that:
She hated viewing Z drinking man's discharge direct from the organ after she, Minda, had massaged the organ to this stage. She felt awkward when she first saw the secretary and the makeup man both enjoying Z simultaneously, one from front and other from rear. Then later, she became accustomed to see this and made pleasure for herself while viewing this and others by self-massage which, in turn, was a beautiful thing for others to watch. She had also seen their efforts to insert their organs one and the same time into the single vagina of Z. Minda was massaging me and I her, and I was so filled with the lust of an animal, I begged her to tell me of this in all detail so I may record it on the tape device of X in the room. Her exact words were:
Makeup man lied on bed. Z sat over his organ and having entered in the vagina lied over him with face upwards and thereafter the secretary mounted her. The buttocks of makeup man were on three pillows. Secretary tried to insert. It would not go easily. I was asked to help the insertion. I tried to push in, but in vain. So I spread the vagina of Z, pulling apart the thick lips. In went the second organ, so both I see stuck in the vagina of Z. But they could not have the act as whenever they tried, one of the organs was spilling out. Then they tried with Z lying sideways. One man entered the organ in the vagina from the rear while the other from front, putting his legs through the gaps which Z and the man in rear has made by raising their one leg each.
Here I would like to explain that every top actor/actress has their . own makeup man attending massage, baths, makeup, to whom nothing remains secret of the body. They also appoint beautiful maidservants who are actually for sex use only and are hired through agents who specialize in this for film stars.
To my story again, I slowly put off the pajamas of Minda, who immediately covered her part with hands and crossed the legs to prevent any attempt of insertion on my part. I asked her softly why she can not be cooperative to me when she has so many experiences. She only murmured that she wanted to wait until some other time. I told her that I am tired on account of much activity of the day and feeling sleepy, but at the same time I feel like having any girl to ease the sex-tension she has built in me again. She teasingly asked me why not I try the cock of a man and let him peg me, while at this time she fingered freely and delightedly my anus, licking her finger afterward to insert it more inside. This was like a masturbating massage, too, and my organ was rising and beating like a pulse.
I embraced her so tightly and kissed her so much that she laughed and slipped out of my embrace, saying, "okay, okay, but let me first attend you and remove your tiredness, otherwise boss will have a complaint that I did not treat you as instructed, to serve all your wishes."
She brought the special oil and started rubbing on my body, saying that after tender massage of this oil and a nice bath, I will not feel the tiredness. The rubbing made my penis to rise to ridiculous size and when she rubbed it with the magic oil, she passes many remarks about its great length and stiffness. I made a promise silently that I will not discharge because I want to put it in her vagina, which I was then also rubbing with oil and my ringers sliding everywhere on her hairs and belly.
I became delirious with feeling and took the bottle of oil and splashed it over her naked body, endeavoring to rub her soft flesh to a state of ready passion, too. At the time we are both covered head to toe with the magic oil, our bodies are intertwining in great exercise. All is now abandoned to love and I keep pillows below her to have complete entry and asking her to keep her legs up on my shoulders and thus holding her neck and hairs with deep and severe strokes. She was less deep than the average vagina and my organ is always out by two inches. Severe strokes seem to please her as she jerks and sighs greatly with each plunge.
When she asks me to relax, I did so and withdrew my long organ from her hot vagina. She asks that I lay beside her head to vagina, but not for the act with the mouth. It is soon a comfortable posture we have devised for her to make with great strokes-my oiled penis in her oiled hand while my oiled hand is fingering the oiled and self-lubrications of her vagina and front sexual parts. Thus engaged, Minda tells me of the sensational oil massage masturbations that take place in the orgies of sex among film actors and their sex maids and young men. The fire is burning, but I do not wish to discharge, but to enjoy more of this experience she tells me.
My own relative, X, has splashed oil over himself and his male secretary, Minda relates with lustful description, and admits that she has massaged her own parts and those of the cook while viewing this spectacle. The male secretary has a penis abnormal in length and curved crooked when erected, so X has enjoyed to play with this in oil and to mix the discharge with the oil over his body. With two young student-actresses of sixteen and of great beauty, she has massaged in oil and made their vaginas know the first passions, while X and his rich and wealthy film star friends are watching and make masturbation with themselves and each other.
So enraged am I with passion to hear of this, I love my tender sympathy for Minda, and I want to discharge in her mouth, but she promises something better to let me observe and takes down her long hair, telling me this is the most lustful humiliation for party masturbating. She move my organ and place it in her mass of thick black hair above her forehead, there to discharge it completely and rub it throughout the lustered strands. This was also for her the climax. I can tell because her thighs and bottom burst into violent movement with my fingers feeling new and heavy secretions sliding in her vagina. . . .
Comment: We see here little difference indeed between the jaded sexual appetites and activities of a certain segment of the African film stars and those who participated in the fabled (and reliably documented) Hollywood orgies of a decade or so ago. No matter what the sexual customs, freedom, lack of freedom, religious mores, group sex seems much the same. Minda represents the typical "starlet" or "sexual secretary" whose only real duty is as a private sex-slave to her actor-master.
The only noticeable difference in this account is a playing down of oral-genital relations. There are no vibrators (though they are undoubtedly used on occasion in this group), but rather an emphasis on various lubricious and unique methods of masturbation performed more directly with the hand. There are also the more subtle forms of body masturbation and anal masturbation.
From other sources, incidentally, I have heard of a form of buttocks masturbation that seems unique to this quarter of the world. Again, oil is used in the application of a hand massage to the buttocks of a standing male. With skillful manipulation by those expert in this rare art, the penis of the man so massaged, is said to gradually erect. Finally, and still with the use only of the hands upon the buttocks, the man will ejaculate.
Again, we see the familiar element of humiliation present, but only in relation to the female, a characteristic common to African culture. Minda is a "kinky girl," but not of her own choosing...entirely.
Jaded sexual appetites, the desperation for something "new and different," more compelling, these are the common denominators, it seems, of group mutual masturbation in all its forms. But there are some subtle contrasts between cultures.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
THE GIRL WITH NO NAME: A BEHAVIORAL BRIEF
"I slow the speed of my car down and drive quickly from the road and stop just in time. My semen jets into her mouth, but she goes on sucking my penis 'till it is hard again, all the time frigging her clitoris, now clearly visible, and her body is trembling in spasms after spasms."
The girl with no name will be immediately recognizable to perhaps a majority of males who read this book. She is a pickup, "nympho."
"quickie cocksucker." Like millions of other females the world over, she is hungry for love, and has come to take sex as a readily obtainable substitute.
Yet not all "pickups," not all whores, not all obsessive-compulsive sex deviants are by any means alike. It is truly amazing, however, the great deal of information about this girl that can be obtained when analyzing this behavioral brief that took up only a few hours of her life.
After reading this particular episode from my
European friend's Lorenz, autobiography, I asked his permission to include it in a future study on female sex hang-ups, and he very agreeably gave his permission, remarking that: "You know my English is not so perfect as a writer. I have made the notes in English because I will eventually sell my life story to an American publisher and I have to make the best price. You are indeed welcome to use this one small experience that was quite memorable for me as I was a young man in my twenties only recently out of college."
I have not attempted to change or edit Lorenz's notes. I think the true color of his unusual encounter and the European attitude toward this kind of situation is best represented in its original form. I reproduce it here verbatim:
I saw a girl asking for a lift as I was driving slowly from the town. I picked her up. She was about nineteen-twenty-two-years-old, bright red hair, a nice sweet face, big bosom, covered in white blouse, no bra. The brown areolas of her breasts were clearly visible through her nylon blouse. My desire was waking up slowly. I admired her crossed legs and her breasts in turn when driving forward. Her skirt was drawn half way up on her thighs and she was stroking her arms and thighs with her fingertips. This made me randy, and I felt my organ get stiffened. My erection could be seen, but I had no possibility to cover it.
Her hand came on my thigh) her palm stroked along it and pressed then on my erected organ. My cock was too excited. I glanced at her and saw her burning eyes, half open lips, and heard her broken breath. That moment, I catch it! She is perhaps nymphomaniac!
I welcomed her activities, so she opens up my trouser buttons and take the cock out and manipulate it very skillfully with fingers 'till she take it in her mouth and begin to suck and lick. Meanwhile she caresses with her one hand her sex under her skirt. My passion is culminating soon. I clearly feel it coming. I slow the speed of my car down and drive quickly from the road and stop just in time. My semen jets into her mouth, but she goes on sucking my penis till it is hard again, all the time frigging her clitoris, now clearly visible, and her body is trembling in spasms after spasms.
We have both been silent of words. I do not even known her name, but now she whispers, "Let me sit on it"
I let her do as she wishes. She guides it in her wet crack and begins her up and down movement till it comes again. My lust has gone away, but her activity is only growing. She is quite wild when she catches that my organ does not be able to satisfy her any more. She begins herself to masturbate with both hands, with the fingers of one hand her vagina and the outer lips, and with the other hand's fingers, her clitoris.
She is delirious! She scratches and frigs and asks me, "Please help me! Please help me, or I'll die!" She makes me believe she is really meaning it coming all the time and screaming, orgasm after orgasm, till I spit on my finger and stick it in her pothole. It helps. She gets unconscious. The seat is all over wet and sticky.
She wakes up and smiles in some moments and asks me to forgive her, she couldn't help it. She tells me she is ready and eager again to start making love. My organ will not erect so quickly after losing sperm two times already, so I only masturbate her for awhile, like a mechanical hand. I am sitting by her with her pants off and skirt above hips, with my left finger going in and out and hitting her clitoris. My entire hand is soaked by her profuse secretions.
She lets me know that she was made to feel good with my finger in her pothole. I then put the long finger (index finger) in back. With my thumb from this same hand, I furiously irritate her clitoris and inner lips. It is good as she is once more lost in a sex-craze. She wants more of a different movement, double movement and tells me to use both hands.
This is better when I place two fingers from my left hand in the back and the tips of other fingers in her wet crack. I can now move in and out of her pothole and also furiously irritate her clitoris with more individual force. My organ now erects to halfway again and she sees it with much pleasure, grabbing it with her hand to make it stand up straight. This must go on for a very long time as I am difficult to make sperm erupt again and she wants all the orgasms I can give her.
We rest again after this discharge and she later sucks and ticks my organ to halfway again, after which we once more use both my hands in her holes and hers on mine. She is more easy now and plays with my balls and pothole. Together now, we make a long masturbation as she puts her finger of one hand in me and holds my organ with the other. Both our hands are working and I am burning with passion again, but it is a long time to discharge my sperm.
For three hours we had sex, and when we are driving again, I ask her carefully all kinds of things because of my interest in psychology of sex. She tells me that since she was violated and lost her virginity by a group of youngsters, she has always been randy and eager for sexual intercourse and that her lust often has no limits as this case proves. She becomes wilder and wilder and can get twenty-thirty orgasms till she collapses totally for some minutes. But when she becomes conscious again, all is unchanged, her lust is back.
Comment: I feel that the girl involved here was probably on the verge of actual nymphomania and may have indulged in a great deal of solitary masturbation. She was very likely a religious girl with serious conflicts over her deeply ingrained moral standards and a consuming passion.
After the trauma of the "rape," she may have decided to abandon all pretext of being a "nice" girl, actually allowing the violation to give her an excuse for unlimited promiscuity. This, however, is only a guess, as it would be impossible to make a firm psychological assessment of a person with such a dearth of background information. The "rape" story may be pure fiction on her part.
From a behavioral standpoint, I do find this incident rather typical of the insatiable or highly passionate type heterosexual female, whom we generally refer to as being nymphomaniac. No one man could possibly satisfy her with normal copulation, nor could many stand up to such prolonged periods of cunnilingus as it would take to gratify her.
As a result of this, continual mutual masturbation is encouraged, supplemented by anal masturbation performed simultaneously, when there is only one male present. Many men feel quite incompetent when confronted with a girl Of this type. Yet when one will accept mutual masturbation and not ridicule the male for not being able to maintain erection or to quickly recoup, the man may continue to be pleasurably involved, as was the case with Lorenz.
The "nymphomaniac" thusly, is quite often the instigator of prolonged mutual masturbation practices between two people, simply because it is the one method that is the least tiring for a partner and which the act of constant genital exacerbation can be maintained the longest without undue discomfort for either party.
The basic difference between this situation and those studied previously is that oral intercourse (fellatio) and coitus were both performed to completion along with the mutual masturbation.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
DORMHA: A BEHAVIORAL STUDY
"Then from the kitchen, Dormha brought the following things which she must have arranged already: One long brinjal (eggplant) about one inch in diameter and six inches long, one cucumber of one and one half inch thick and eight inches long, and one bottle with long neck. Dormha oiled them while the girl lay flat and watched everything in suspense with her eyes. Dormha leaned over the student with her face toward the feet, thus coming to the pose of animals on four and started inserting the brinjal in the vagina of the pretty girl quite slowly."
Dormha is a twenty-four-year-old, upper-grade schoolteacher in the Middle East, reputed to be of great beauty and charm, as well as a sensual "animal of sex." My research associate in her part of the world was recently consulted by an upper-caste merchant of thirty-eight who had fallen in love with Dormha. At first the relationship was only sexual, and the man was aroused and fascinated by the unusual erode activities they shared.
This exceptionally beautiful woman with long dark hair and a "voluptuous" body first introduced the merchant to a thirty-two-year-old married woman whose husband was impotent In a trolistic situation, the schoolteacher aided him in deflowering the virgin. The three of them then met on several occasions for activities that included primarily Lesbian and copulative acts.
Dormha, the schoolteacher, submitted to normal intercourse with the man so long as he gave her presents and also aided her in finding new girls to seduce. In return, he persuaded her to make him a silent witness to some of her own seductive activities with older teenage girls. His written account is present here:
This lovely Dormha had grownup and mature girls as her students. She use to call them in the morning or evening saying that they are weak in the one or the other subject and deserves special coaching which she is prepared to offer free at her home. After some time of serious training, she used to start on her intention by unduly exposing her own body under the pretext of combing her hairs and asking the girls to hook or unhook the bra, help her bathe, and massage her face with creams. Girls used to oblige, she being their teacher.
They followed Dormha's request to undress themselves while helping her in the bath as their own clothes may become wet. She then used to ask them to wash her private parts with soap and oil them. Such girls whom she found cooperative were thereafter persuaded by Dormha to tell something about the action of their parents and relatives which they may have seen or come to know. Afterwards, they were slowly asked to show their parts. When some of them agreed, they were frightened, saying their parts are too small to have the actions afterward, the actions necessary in marriage is sure to cause pains and injury to their so small parts. Dormha tells them that they should make their vaginal tract accessible and smoother and make themselves habitual of breast fondling to stand any pressure. She then used to tell them that she can offer them help in this matter and can give them other complete knowledge of the sex, too. Those girls who fell for her advice were then used by Dormha to satisfy and pacify her own thirst of Lesbic love and viewing the act of two girls.
It was my erotic desire to know the acts, but she was not prepared to disclose them in the beginning. When I insisted, after making her erotic and entering my organ a part, she longed for continuation and offered that she will arrange for me to see her play with the girl, hiding myself suitably in the room.
The program was arranged. She hid me under the cot suitably covered with the bed cover, saying that she will have the action with one girl who has become habituated on the floor, thus enabling me to have the view, still hidden under the bed. I was naturally in much hot feeling, and I removed my organ for fondling in anticipation of the exciting event.
The girl student came. They both sat on the mat on the floor and start with the study. While the girl (one in her fifteenth year and quite pretty face and sensual smile) started reading the book, Dormha slowly started moving her hands over the back and pulling her a little closer. The student, being accustomed as it appeared, never objected. Dormha then put her hands over the shoulders of the girl and inserted her palm in the blouse in the front, caressing the blossoms. The girl only made s-s-s-s-s sound at times when presumably pressed hard.
Dormha then slowly started unbuttoning the blouse which was not resented. When the blouse was removed, so also was the bra. The girl immediately hid the blossoms with her hands and closed her eyes, but after some coaxing, she removed her hands and said that she feels shy, so Dormha also should take off her own blouse. I was aghast with pleasure to see the young blossoms with brilliant brown nipples so enraged at this delightful exercise. My prick was in a rage, and I let go to be sure it would not prematurely finish.
They undressed each other and were in beautiful nakedness. Both sat there kissing each other's face and breasts. Later, Dormha made her lie down and started inserting her fingers in the vagina. First one, then two, and then three at a time. The girl lay there arguing that fingernails did hurt her, but reluctant to give up the erotic play which she was enjoying with great relish.
Then from the kitchen Dormha brought the following things which she must have arranged already: One long brinjal (eggplant) about one inch in diameter and six inches long, one cucumber of one and one-half inch thick and eight inches long, and one bottle with long neck. Dormha oiled them while the girl lay flat and watched everything in suspense with her eyes. Dormha then kneeled over the student with her face toward the feet, thus coming to the pose of animals on four and started inserting the brinjal in the vagina of the pretty girl quite slowly.
The cucumber went all the way easily in the vagina of Dormha, while the brinjal was only half way in the girl, which was still being pressed mercilessly by Dormha, causing some pain as it appeared from the expression on her face. The girl then picked up the bottle and wanted to enter it in the rectum of Dormha from the narrow neck. But it could not go in the small hole. The student held the bottle with both hands and gave a terrible shove. Although it was done with much strength, the bottle would not go inside.
Dormha stood, and out came the cucumber slowly from her own vagina. I saw that Dormha murmured something in the ears of the girl to which she nodded in the negative with expressions of forthcoming pain. Both applied oil again to the vegetables. Dormha again came in the same position and started inserting the cucumber in the girl's vagina. Hers being small, she could not take the cucumber in the first attempt.
The girl pleaded with Dormha not to insert it, but after applying some more oil and with good pressure, the cucumber went in 3/4 of the way and started moving in and out. The girl put her delicate young legs together with pressure, which made the mad pleasure more interesting for her. She then took the brinjal and started inserting it in the rectum of Dormha and when it went in, she took the bottle and stuck its neck in the vagina of Dormha. She pushed it in and out ever faster, while my own passions blew up and my ejaculation was on the floor beneath the cot in a great pile of thick cream.
I wiped off the organ with paper and once again rubbed it to stiffness in viewing this bare display of the two in sexual madness. They may have had their climax too, as they took out the vegetables and bottle and faced each other to kiss and fondle the breasts. The girl's breasts are one half the size of Dormha's, hers being of the large style. Dormha then asked her to he on top with her vagina close to her own mouth and her own vagina near the mouth of the young girl.
They kissed each other's parts and inserted their tongues in the vagina of each other, with vaginas being spread by hands. Dormha wanted to conclude with the cucumber being entered in the rectum of girl, which she refused since hers is so small that it will give nothing but great pains. Dormha then had a bite of the girl's vagina, which made her cry.
Dormha got up. They both dressed, after washing their parts together and becoming hot to conclusion once again while doing so, then parted with a kiss.. . .
While watching the act, I had desire to move from my hiding place to throw my organ into the vagina of this girl with young legs and blossoms that were virgin to man, but I must stay hidden there. I also gather from Dormha that she usually does not take part in these acts, while sometimes only viewing the acts of two girls to take her pleasure in doing for herself as I have done, but not bidden from their sight.
These ways of masturbating pleasure together are much dangerous and foul, is what Dormha has told me, and that excited girls even resorted to pin the breasts, inserting fountain pens, inserting of great toe in vaginas, and some even try to put in their own breasts in vaginas of others. Others have sometimes tied an artificial organ on to use the other girl like a man. One most excited girl who was being used by Dormha even once tried to insert a knife blade which has caused injury to her. . . .
Comment: Teachers everywhere have, of course, become involved sexually with their students on occasion. The child in our Western culture, however, would not so easily fall prey to a scheme such as
Dormha used. In her country, however, the child of the lower castes is often only a helpless pawn at the hands of adults in authority. They obey and follow with blind obedience. If they complained to their parents of Dormha's activities and seductions, they would not be believed.
In view of this, the "kinky" teacher has many opportunities for seduction of his or her pupils. I am informed by my research assistant that instances like the above are not at all unusual. The rate of female homosexuality is quite high because of very restrictive customs concerning normal heterosexual mating.
The preference for masturbation, as opposed to oral practices among Lesbians, may be due in part to a general taboo on cunnilingus and fellatio. Most prostitutes in the country will not perform oral acts, and many will not allow the client to cunnilingate them for any price or stipulation. While Dormha and her student did engage themselves orally for a short time, it was by no means a primary part of their intercourse.
