With the growing popularity of the Sexual Revolution and the movement of the American female towards more and more liberated manifestations of sexual freedom, adultery is becoming as popular among married women as among married men. Wives who once sat back and ignored their husbands' open adulterous behavior are now claiming their own privileges of enjoying marital infidelity.
Those that are not flaunting their extramarital activities openly are often indulging in performances of erotica, both normal and perverse, with extremely young boys. The quest for youth is a common characteristic of the liberated female. No woman wants to feel old. Most deny the signs of approaching old age and become extremely conscious of their appearance. Many go to lavish extremes to maintain a youthful, almost 'teenage' look.
Many daughters have complained that their mothers were going to ridiculous extremes to appear more youthful. Many were enraged because of their mothers' open flirtation with their own dates!
It is not unusual for a woman, even a married housewife, to be extremely attracted to young boys. Many women who would hesitate to admit that their interest is sexual nonetheless dress in a revealing manner and act flirtatious around boys the ages of their own daughters ! Many have seduced boys as young as their own sons!
The subject of sexual involvement between middle-aged women and extremely young boys has been a topic of vital interest throughout history. It is not an affliction characteristic of our modern society. Even royalty in ages past have selected extremely young boys upon whom to release their undying lusts!
For many women the aging process is so grotesque that they are compelled, as if by a singular obsession, into the arms of a virile and youthful lover whom they seek to assure them that they have not lost sexual appeal. No woman-likes to believe she is aging, that the all too brief epoch of beauty is fading. Many seek to reaffirm their youth through bouts of open sensuality with adolescent young men.
Conversely, we must take into account the fact that many young boys feel attracted to older women who become a 'mother' substitute. Most boys are yet strongly influenced by a childhood 'Oedipus complex', and do not easily forget the strong and vital sexual feelings that they felt towards their own mothers. Many youthful boys transfer such strong feelings to an older woman. Thus they often become the quite willing victims of an older woman's warped sexual lusts. Many find the older woman to be a competent tutor. Most find such lovers to be quite passionate while they seek to reaffirm their beauty in the eyes of those whom they seek to embrace with a sick passion that can only be spawned by a woman who may be slowly coming to doubt her attractiveness to members of the opposite sex.
There are many motives as to why older women choose young boys on whom to release their sexual lusts. Many wives are frustrated at home; many find their husbands becoming either impotent or disinterested; many hope to accomplish 'the miracle of the mirror' while hoping to feel their bodies revitalized by the consuming sexual passions they once felt in their youth. Many feel that by taking a youthful lover they too may become more youthful.
Many wives feel liberated and pursue the course of passionate involvement that most appeals to them. Many have no hidden motives, are conscious of their goals, and do not try to hide their infidelities.
In THE PROMISCUOUS WIFE Roger Blake notes...
"In marriage too, the modern crusader for 'sisterly civil rights' demands, does not ask, that she be allowed to break her vows as often as the more libidinous and traditionally independent husband." (2)
The astonishing fact is that a surprising number of married women between the ages of 25 and 35 are seeking sexual involvements with companions who could only be described as adolescent.
Many wives feel they have justifiable motives. Many are aware that they are seeking to rekindle the flame of their lost youth. Some flaunt their indiscretions with young boys while others operate with the secrecy of a government agent.
It is time that some of the sexual practices and motivations behind such erotic behavior be revealed. In the following case histories we may glimpse some of the tragic realities that perhaps subconsciously motivate our own erratic behavior. It is hoped that through this study we may all come to understand some of the obsessive compulsions that overwhelm some women as they approach maturity and cope with the aging cycle in a most immature manner. In this way perhaps we may catch a brief glimpse of our own destiny.
L. M. GALLIN, Ph.D.
CHAPTER ONE
My Mirror Lies
Many women find the threat of marital boredom to be almost as grotesque as the reality of approaching old age, menopause, and the loss of beauty. The attempts some women make to fight the aging process, while combating long periods of boredom, have filled the files of many a psychoanalyst and have led to the conclusion that obsessive passions are not only characteristic of those of extreme youth but of those who no longer consider themselves to be in the prime of life.
For a female the most disastrous event of her life is the loss of sexual appeal to the opposite sex. From a very early age girls have been taught that they can obtain many benefits through their beauty and attractiveness. They learn that being feminine and desirable brings many rewards. The result is that the woman approaching old age, or even middle age, suddenly finds herself overwhelmed by a reality which she often chooses to ignore. The fact is that beauty is not forever. There will come a time when many women will shrink from the truth they may glimpse in their own mirror.
Many women fight the aging process and become extremely involved in the causes of youth. Many fling themselves into molding their own sons and daughters, while others covet the gifts their children possess. Many psychologists and social workers have noted that many mothers try to outdo their children in appearing young. Such parents are most likely to become either emotionally or sexually involved with adolescent males.
Many middle-aged women who do not have children find themselves strongly attached towards adolescent males with whom they may feel they have a kinship. One does not quickly forget one's youth and the strong desires that were more than compulsive.
Because of her strong sexual desires and her identification with young boys Ruby Kellogg consulted me. Over the phone Ruby informed me she had a problem which she wished to discuss. I formed the distinct visual impression of a woman approaching middle-age. Ruby's voice was full, mature, and sensual.
I was most unprepared for the shock that greeted my eyes when Ruby Kellogg first entered my office. I found myself staring at an attractive woman with a remarkably firm set of breasts. Ruby wore youthful glasses and from behind them her pale blue eyes sparkled. Ruby wore her long auburn hair in a youthful style, tossed casually over one shoulder. My first impression was that I was confronted by a woman who was trying to appear much younger than her years. Ruby wore a too-tight cashmere sweater over her budding mounds of passion. Her skirt hardly covered her thighs. She wore a pair of white knee-socks and a pair of shoes which were in style with the teenagers.
The only distinction I could make between Ruby's appearance and that of a young adolescent girl budding with passion was the fact that Ruby walked across the room with a calculated gesture intended to send ripples of desire through all who beheld her. Every motion and movement of her body seemed to be deliberately created to appear sensual. Among female adolescents this quality is most often unconscious and exists without deliberate cultivation. With Ruby every movement was a deliberate effort to appear young and vital.
"I found myself wanting to cancel my appointment with you today Ruby admitted, pulling down the thin hem of her miniskirt. "I've dreaded this very moment for weeks. But I've known for some time now that I need help. That my interests are somewhat abnormal."
"Can you tell me more about your problem...?" I inquired. "There's no need to feel apprehensive or to suffer anxiety. I am here to help you. Doctors do not condemn their patients. Put yourself at ease."
"I know...," Ruby confided. She smiled briefly as she flicked her moist tongue over her full lower lip. "But I'm so embarrassed. I mean I have the classical problems of a woman approaching maturity. I like young boys. I'm afraid that some of my practices may interfere with the security of my marriage!"
"Now that you've come this far, the rest will be easy."
"I don't think so-doctor...!" Ruby suggested, reaching inside her small black purse for a package of cigarettes. "This hang-up has gotten quite a hold on me. Breaking the habits which I've indulged in for years is going to be extremely difficult. But believe me-my sexual passions are becoming excessive. Even my husband thinks I am slightly nympho!"
"Do you fear nymphomania?"
"Not really...," Ruby answered. "Only this thing with young boys is becoming a consuming passion. If only my husband would allow me to work I might channel these desires into other directions. My husband is eleven years older than me. I find his physical desire for me dwindling. It wouldn't be so bad if I had something to do. But I sit around the house thinking about SEX and imagining how starved I will be for love in a few more years. I have money, doctor. Financially we are secure. But as a woman I feel very overwhelmingly insecure. Frightened would be more of the word. I look into the mirror. I see wrinkles on my forehead. I was laying in Jayson's lap one night watching television. I almost went into a tailspin when he mentioned the fact that I had a few gray hairs. Doctor-I'm only thirty-four. Sex between Jayson and I has never been good. An occasional orgasm now and then when he's rested up. The fact that I feel I am growing OLD scares me to death!"
"I ran to my mirror...," Ruby recollected. "I couldn't find any gray hairs. But just the threat of being no longer beautiful frightens me. I don't know why. I do not intend to divorce my husband. I have no other man in mind. I don't know why I should resent growing older with a man who is already middle-aged. But my whole mind and body rebel at the thought! Right after that I noticed myself changing my hair-style. I copied the hairstyles of many an attractive teenage girl. I found myself buying dresses shorter. I went on a diet. I joined a health club and spent two hundred dollars trimming off excess inches around my middle. I became so conscious of my appearance that my husband threatened to buy a toupee to make himself appear younger. Jay-son kidded me that his associates would think I was his daughter rather than his wife. Now when I look into the mirror I feel reassured by my image. But inside, doctor, I'm the most insecure woman you've ever met. And believe me-the long hours at home, alone-where I can think endlessly are no help."
"Continue..."
"Believe me, doctor, I've always found young boys extremely handsome. Every time a young kid comes to my door to deliver something, or collect for the paper, I find myself unconsciously glancing down at his crotch! I find myself staring openly at his genitals! Seeking to uncover the length of his passion with my eyes."
"Did you set out to entrap young boys?"
"Yes...," Ruby confessed, with a calculated smile. "I thought about it for a very long time. Boys always need money. I thought maybe I could persuade one to enjoy sex for pay. I knew I was hiring love, and it made me feel very old. But all of my hopes were hinged on the fact that the physical act of love with an adolescent might make me feel young again."
"I might never have gone through with my plans if I hadn't noticed this young and handsome seventeen year old boy who delivered Mrs. Bailey's groceries in a black jeep. He was a ruggedly handsome youth with broad shoulders on him like a mountain climber. He wore a pair of shorts that revealed his muscular biceps. His hair was a natural blondish-brown. It fell loose over his large round brown eyes. He wore a sweat shirt and a leather band on his left wrist that caught my eye. I don't know exactly why he appeared so attractive to me. But his raw sensuality struck me with the kind of suddenness that made every nerve in my body tingle."
"I noticed the name of the grocery store on the side of his vehicle...," Ruby flushed. "Mrs. Bailey was a geriatric shut-in who had no way to get about. Her devoted daughter ran all of her errands except for the few things the grocery boy brought. I wrote down the name of the store. I immediately looked up the address. My fingernails literally vibrated with the desire to call that number. I hoped that the Westside Grocery had only one delivery boy. I knew from the feeling inside of my tummy, and the growing fire in my genitalia, that I just had to have that boy. It was like an unswerving instinct."
"Go on..."
"Well-I've got to confess something before I go any further," Ruby sighed, scratching her itching left breast. "I was quite promiscuous as a teenager. I still recall moments in the back seat of parked cars, and naked in the woods, that make my blood boil. I can never forget those moments of RAW passion. I remember the boy who brought me a pair of Rin-no-tam balls from overseas."
"Describe these balls, please."
"Well-they are a pair of two balls small in size. One is filled with metallic mercury. It constantly moves about. When I become bored I insert both of them. I rock in an old chair. The orgasm I eventually experience is wilder than anything my husband has made me feel in years. I admit I have my share of orgasms this way-but, doctor-there is something highly unsatisfactory about a self-induced orgasm. Sex for me has always meant someone. Lately it's come to mean young and handsome boys."
"I see..."
"Using the oriental "Love Balls" has only made me that much more passionate. I am always squeezing my vaginal muscles tightly. I squeeze my thighs together in an attempt to produce strong sensual feelings in my genitalia. I've been known to straddle my husband and keep his penis captive just by the firm grip of my vagina. It takes years of practice but those tiny love balls have made me conscious of the more sensual methods of arousal. As a result my vagina has an almost vise-like grip."
"Continue..."
"The mating urge strikes me when I think about young boys! I've known for a long while that boys sometimes find older women sexually attractive. I remember I was twenty-seven and married when this young teenager, about eighteen, tried to seduce me. I found the gesture disgusting a few years ago. Now I sit in my plush and expensively furnished apartment and wish I had accepted that gesture of intimate friendship. Today adolescent males seem to accept the fact that I'm over thirty and no kid anymore. Now I yearn for one of them to notice me in a special way."
"Go on..."
"I planned it carefully before I made the call...," Ruby confided. "Finally I phoned
Westside Grocery. I told the older man who answered the phone that I had sprained my ankle. That I was not able to get out to do my. shopping. He quickly informed me of their delivery service. He was most anxious to get my business. I tied up my ankle in an elastic band. I practiced limping about the apartment. My heart skipped a beat when that young manly boy jumped out of his jeep with a bag of groceries under his arm."
"Hell-o...," I smiled, sexily. "I've seen you going to Mrs. Bailey's before. So when I sprained my ankle I thought about you!"
"We're always eager for new business, ma'am...!" the boy answered. "We deliver until midnight. Sometimes later on the weekends. I run on the high school track team. So don't feel embarrassed if you forget something and need me to come back again. You'll find I don't complain much. Dad's training me to run the grocery business when he retires. But I'd rather go out for sports."
"You look very athletic...," I smiled, glancing down with interest at his genitals. I noticed the bulge beneath his trousers. "Would you mind doing me a favor...? "
"Anything-ma'am...," the handsome youth, named Thomas, answered. "You must have a very bad sprain."
"I handed Tommy a frosted light-bulb...," Ruby blushed, avoiding my gaze. "I pulled out the kitchen chair. I asked Tommy if he would mind screwing in a new bulb where the old one had burnt out."
"I can't see you hopping around on one leg, ma'am...," Tommy chuckled, stretching upward towards the ceiling.
"We have very high ceilings in that old apartment house. When Tommy stretched upward his undershirt came loose from his trousers. I could glimpse his tight jockey shorts. I saw his firm midriff. The slightest suggestion of his hidden masculinity set me afire. I knew the time to act was upon me. I had thought about slowly arousing Tommy by letting him glimpse me in a half-open robe. But I knew that the best plan of attack was one that was quick, to the point, and one which involved him without giving him time to reflect on an alternative response to my gesture."
"Quickly my finger searched for the tab that secured his zipper. Tommy was stretching, standing on his toes, trying to untwist the old bulb. He did not even feel it as I pulled his zipper downward, exposing the front of his open fly.
"AHAAAAA ... ummmm!, " I sighed heavily. "I paused to watch Tommy screw in the new bulb. He did not even know I had unfastened his belt buckle. My hands groped inside his trousers. I had his firm prick between my fingers. When Tommy glanced downward he was shocked and surprised to see me mashing his COCK between my hot lips!"
"Owwwwww...!" Tommy gasped, in bewildered surprise. He waved his arms wildly.
"What are you doing ... mmmmmm ? "
"Ummmmmm-ohooooo!, " I moaned, forcing the swollen fullness into my mouth. "What a beautiful tool. Oh-Tommy-let me LOVE it a little! Oh-please don't move. I promise you anything! But please give me this brief moment of pleasure."
"Holy-gosh-a-mighty, lady...!" Tommy gasped, trying to push me back. "Are you crazy! Someone might see you. STOP...! STOP...! "
"I had my arms hugged around Tommy's thighs. My lips were working right down to the base of his shaft. My tongue was lashing up and down the length of his veined penis. My lips, tongue and teeth worked together so that despite the youth's protests I could feel his thrill of response."
"Oh ... NOOOOO-ma'am...!" Tommy groaned, weakly. "Please-ohooo-you're making me weak...! "
"As I felt Tommy lightly pumping his flesh in and out of my mouth I knew I had him where I wanted him. I knew he would not object to that one oral act of love. What I had to do then was make him like it well enough to come back for more."
"While Tommy stood on that chair I pulled down his trousers. I pulled his jock shorts down around his ankles. I exposed the fullness of his blood-swollen penis. My eyes focused on that manly object. I moved my fingers to those firm descended testicles. I began tickling and teasing as I nipped the end of that throbbing COCK!"
"Owww ... ummmmm!, " Tommy groaned. "Some of the other delivery boys said they had met HOT women before. But-lady-you've got the distinction of being my first!"
"There's a first time for everything ... Tommy...," I groaned, lapping my tongue over the head of his prick. I felt the light secretion from his Cowper's gland. The light genital milk that preceded his ejaculation. The soft tangy liquid that was supposed to lubricate the vagina and make sexual intercourse easier."
"OWWWWWW ... UMMMMM!, " Tommy moaned.
"I began mouthing the full length of his cock...," Ruby smiled. "I loved caressing those full wholesome testicles. Those firm orbs that proved he was a developed male. I loved sucking that full pulsating cock between my lips. I lolled my lips everywhere while my tongue slid up and down his pounding phallus."
"You send me-lady...!" Tommy exclaimed, "You really do! I feel so foolish standing on this chair like a mouse was after me! But-lady-I wouldn't move right now for any amount of money in the world!"
"Good boy ... Tommy...," I groaned. "I've wanted you like this since the first moment I saw you."
"I hope Mrs. Bailey don't get after me....."
"My tongue will keep you busy, Tommy!"
"I was really going wild on his penis. I bit too hard. I caused Tommy to groan with a slight expression of pain. Afterwards, it seemed his cock grew larger. My eagerness seemed to excite him. Somehow it seemed we were meant for each other. The passion of that singular moment was overwhelming. Even before Tommy reached his 'climax' I had felt myself having an irrevocable orgasm! I felt my own Bartholin secretions pouring into my panties!"
"Oh-I'm CO ... MI ... NG...!" Tommy shouted. Suddenly he gripped his hands behind my head. "Oh-I'm co ... mi ... ng ... like crazy. Don't stop now...! "
"NE ... V ... ER...!" I groaned. I swallowed the full volume of his liquid.
"My tongue licked at his juice...," Ruby blushed. "Tommy's cock continued to dwindle in size. I licked his testicles. I caused him to twist and turn with exquisite pleasure. I nibbled and nipped playfully at those firm globes. Tommy let me suck his shrunken cock. He mashed it against my face."
"I can show you more fun in the bedroom...," I hinted. "I allowed Tommy to get down from the chair-to retrieve his trousers. I watched as he blushed. Tommy held my hand. Somehow we seemed like two lost children, involved in an intimate discovery of sensual pleasure. Tommy could sense my strong physical need through every movement and every gesture. Once having aroused his passion he was no longer ashamed of the desire I had made him feel."
"You're groovy ... lady...! " Tommy giggled, spotting my unmade bed. "If you've got in mind fucking-lady-I don't have any rubbers!"
"I don't need any ... Tommy...," I answered. "I can't get pregnant. I've always wanted to have a baby boy. But somehow nature made it impossible for me to have any. You'll just have to be the sweet baby I've always wanted."
"I'd like that...! "
"Pull off your clothes. Get into that bed, right now!"
"He was grinning from ear to ear like a naughty child...!" Ruby blushed. "He pulled off his over-sized shoes. He revealed a pair of very long and narrow feet. I've heard it said before that you can judge a man's sex size by the length of his feet. I don't know how accurate this method is-but judging from Tommy's feet his prick must have been immense."
"STRIP-lady...!" Tommy suggested, removing the last trace of clothing.
"I pulled off my clothes...," Ruby smiled. "I could see myself in three mirrors that covered my dresser. My breasts were very large and firm. Tommy was staring at them. He slobbered like a starving dog. His expression was so youthful yet so full of assurance. My abdomen was firm. It felt like it was burning inside. My pubic bush was reddish brown and full. I slid into bed with Tommy. I began by sucking his tits."
"Don't milk me...!" Tommy gasped, eagerly watching the motions of my mouth and lips.
"I moved my tongue down the slow rise of his belly...," Ruby confided. "I began sucking his PENIS until it stood up and grew as testimony of his virility. Tommy ran his fingers through my hair. He concentrated on becoming fully relaxed. He muttered something about telling his boss, which was his dad, that he had had a flat tire."
"You suck a mean PRICK ... lady!"
"I FUCK even better Ruby laughed, suddenly becoming overwhelmed by the slow rise of passion that seemed to swell spontaneously from the memory of that singular event.
"I'm yours-BABY...!" Tommy laughed, stretching out in resignation.
"I lay there between that handsome boy's legs staring up at his PRICK. It must have been seven inches long. It was beautiful no matter how big it was. And it was so much more appealing, desirable than the same organ on the man I had married. I felt momentarily unfaithful. But the impulse of passion was so strong that even the most condemning guilt could not have held me back from further acts of infidelity."
"Go on..."
"Holding that cock firmly I straddled Tommy's legs...," Ruby smiled, while slowly relating her story. "I moved up so that my knees were on either side of his abdomen. I love being aggressive when I have a sensual partner. With my own husband I am not nearly as aggressive for fear of offending his ideas of antiquated morality. But with Tommy I was free to do as I pleased. So I mounted his penis. Holding it firmly between those two fingers I inched it towards my moist slit. I pushed the head between my pubic lips, gripping tightly as it entered my slit."
"OWWWW ... does that feel go ... ooood!"
"It gets better ... too!"
"I moved downward, impaling myself on that PRICK...!" Ruby frowned. "I began biting with my vagina, making slow squeezing motions and pushing downward a little so it moved inside me inch by inch. Each movement of my vagina against that pounding dick made Tommy moan with pleasure."
"God-it feels like you're MILKING me...!" Tommy groaned, thrusting upward.
"I am...!" I chuckled, while causing him to experience intense waves of pleasure without once making a coital movement. "I continued squeezing my vagina downwards on his cock. I could control the movement of my labia from outside all the way up towards my cervix. I exerted a great amount of pressure on his penis. I had learned such techniques during masturbation. I had even practiced squeezing my husband's organ during normal intercourse. I found it produced delightfully pleasurable sensations in the body!"
"Owwww ... your cunt is as tight as your mouth!, " Tommy quivered. "How do you do it?"
"Practice and control...," I moaned, as I moved my body downward on his penis. "When I had the entire length of his prick buried inside of my body I began moving upward, squeezing as hard as I could. Then I released my grip, only to squeeze more forcefully. The direct result was that Tommy began moaning and groaning and lashing his hands from side to side."
"Owwwww ... FUCK ME...!" Tommy shouted. "You're killing me with pleasure!"
"BEG ME...!" I laughed.
"OH-FUCK ME-lady...!" Tommy pleaded. "FUCK ME-PLEASE!"
"Yes-Tommy. YES...!" I gasped. "Suddenly I moved hotly up and down on his cock. When I had Tommy aroused to the point where he was about to shoot I slowly and deliberately began curbing my strokes and squeezing my vagina tight down against him. I pulled lightly upward in 'milking' motions. All at once Tommy shot the sheer jet-spray of his cream into me. I swallowed it with my cunt. I neglected to mention that prior to doing this to Tommy I had deliberately douched with alum to make my pussy tighter. Perhaps that was why each and every squeeze of my vaginal muscles cause him to experience a delightful ecstasy."
"OHOOOO ... AH-aaaaaaaaaa!, " Tommy rasped. He collapsed as if in exhaustion.
"Damn-you didn't do the work...!" I teased. "Why so tired...? "
"You've milked me DRY...!" Tommy hinted, scratching his flabby organ.
"You're a sissy!"
"I made Tommy roll over...," Ruby jested. "With former boyfriends I've been known to become anally aggressive. One soldier boy friend who made me a present of the Rin-no-tam balls had told me that women in Tahiti licked their lovers' ass-holes. He had used his mouth and tongue on my ass. I knew how responsive a person could become to such pleasures. So I made Tommy roll over with his buttocks exposed to me. I took a wet rag. I cleaned out his anus. I then applied some fragrant perfume to that area to make it more fragrant."
"Continue..."
"Slowly I began licking up the back of Tommy's thighs...! And down in behind his leg muscles! I licked upward. I sucked until some small red blotches appeared on his legs. Tommy spread his thighs as my tongue moved over his buttocks. I sucked, driving my tongue inward to his anus. When I penetrated the tight barrier of his sphincter ring I felt the inaudible jerk of his cock against the mattress."
"Owwww-ummmmm!, " Tommy moaned.
"Love your bugger hole...," I gasped, inching my tongue inward. "Tommy nearly went out of his mind with pleasure. He began pumping his cock downward into the mattress. I moved my hands around his hips. I grasped his pounding passion pole firmly between my fingers."
"OWWWWWW ... damn ... ummmmmm!"
"I reamed my tongue in and out of his tight ass as my fingers methodically toyed with his pounding PENIS! Tommy could not bear the dual stimulation. I thought he would jab holes in the mattress before he reached his own lusty orgasm."
"The taste of his ass-hole did not offend me...," Ruby blushed. "It began to open and close with a kind of intimate rhythm. Tommy released a big load into the mattress. I continued licking until Tommy was quivering and moaning. I urged him to roll over. Then I slowly aroused his flabby cock with my tongue again."
"Ummmmmmm ... I can't take much more...," Tommy groaned, grinding his pelvis in circular motions. "Oh-SUCK ME OFF!"
"Tommy had one more ejaculation. Then he acted like he was afraid his dad might get worried. He went into the bathroom to dress. The phone rang. It was his father. I told him Tommy had had a flat tire and was outside fixing it."
"Tommy's father offered to come over and help. I assured him the boy was almost done. I felt a warm glow of satisfaction in telling such a lie. Tommy blew me a kiss. He left me a note to phone him again. This-I knew-was just the beginning of our romance."
"Continue..."
"I had many affairs with this boy...," Ruby blushed. "He came over every day on his lunch hour. He bolted down a bowl of soup. Then we spent the rest of the time in bed. Tommy was young and handsome and I actually fell in love with him. I became furiously jealous of him when he told me the things he did with his girl friend. I forgot about my approaching maturity and old age. I thought about Tommy and the other boys I had managed to seduce. I hired one youth who lived with his mother back in another apartment to come and paint my walls. I used the excuse of a sprained ankle ever so long!"
"Go on..."
"This boy was only fifteen. He was blonde. Freckled but very handsome. He was a muscular kid, kind of wild, who received very little supervision from his mother. The mother drank like a fish. I have to admit that when my husband went out of town on business I always phoned the youth's apartment and hung up. This was a signal for him to come and spend the night with me. His mother never once suspected an affair."
"The boy was pretty good considering he was just a kinky teenager!, " Ruby laughed. "He could FUCK all of the time. He wouldn't settle for me being all aggressive. We had loads of fun together. We sometimes ate each other in the sixty-nine position. Or we sometimes licked each other's ass-holes!"
"One particularly memorable night ended as a total disaster...," Ruby blushed. "The kid's name was Joel. He was in bed with me and snoring loudly when I heard my husband's footsteps outside the door. I awakened Joel. He scrambled for his clothes. Joel didn't know how to get out of the apartment because the front door was the only way in. So he hid in the very back of the deep closet. Joel must have been in there for three hours or more. He listened as Jayson went through the motions of fucking me. I imagined Joel in the closet jacking himself off. Luckily he never noticed Joel's ejaculation stains on the bed. Jayson finally fell asleep around three in the morning. After he had downed several martinis. I finally heard Joel creep out of the closet and sneak down the hall when he finally heard my husband snoring."
"I think that one incident frightened me more than anything else. It made me realize how very important my marriage is to me. I have often pictured Jayson coming home and finding a naked boy in the closet. Or detecting a cool spray of ejaculation on the sheets!"
"It made me very apprehensive in my relations with the young boys who please me very much...," Ruby confessed. "I realize now that this is just a fling-a return to youth. I can never be a teenager again no matter how hard I try. The thrills that I feel now are entirely different from the ones I felt in my younger days. Somehow-though I do the very same things that I did then-the feelings and responses are different."
"Go on..."
"On the other hand I feel that my husband is too old to please me. There's not that much difference in our ages. But Jayson seems to have developed an apathy for sex. Once in a while he's good. But not often! I don't want to get caught with any of these young boys. What's more I'm ashamed to admit it-but I am having problems stopping my relations with them. Part of me wants to grow up and be mature and accept the meager relations of sex, and another part of me wants to enjoy the wild joyous fling of sensual lust. My mind and body seem to be undergoing a fantastic duel. But the outcome could rock my marriage. I don't want that to happen. Because I know deep down inside that no kid is going to marry me. Even if I divorced Jayson and married a younger man it wouldn't work. Jayson provides a certain emotional stability I need. But he isn't much in the sex department. Can you help me...? "
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT
As can easily be seen even by the layman, Ruby is a woman with problems. To those who do not know Ruby it might appear that she is highly oversexed. Perhaps suffering acute pangs of nymphomania. But when the truth becomes known we must realize that Ruby's problem is more psychological in origin. It is not that Ruby's physical desires are so overwhelming-but that she is approaching middle age. Ruby has come to doubt her appeal to the opposite sex.
Perhaps the most memorable years of our lives are tied up with adolescence and the first discovery of our latent sexual passions. Women think back fondly to the days of their first intense love, sometimes psychologically reliving the moments of passion. Many women distinctly miss the thrill of youth and long to absorb themselves in some consuming projection of their lives in the past.
Young women who marry older men are particularly prone to find their sex lives boring and to find young boys attractive. Because many husbands feel a lessening of physical desire after several years marriage many wives feel neglected. They also suffer from boredom. The combination of sexual loneliness and boredom often becomes an extremely volatile mixture, most likely to produce bizarre reactions. Women in their thirties who had formerly appeared quite stable and content suddenly find themselves overwhelmed with sexual passions for extremely young men.
Many women are aware that young boys can become extremely attached to an older woman. Many take advantage of this knowledge. Many a scheming woman has tied a highly sensual adolescent youngster to her with an invisible cord of sensual passion much stronger than any umbilical cord. Such relationships are often most difficult to discourage. Many young boys have come to prefer older women to girls their own age. Many even marry women who become 'mother-figures' and thus some relationships of this kind may be suspect of being emotionally incestuous.
Ruby mentions wearing the oriental Rin-no-tam balls as a form of self-induced pleasure. She also mentions obtaining some degree of control over her vaginal muscles to the extent that she indulges in a form of aggressive sexuality which she calls 'milking' a penis."
Though such control is achieved mostly by oriental women who serve as courtesans many women of the Western world have concentrated their efforts towards achieving control over their vaginal muscles. This enables them to firmly grip the phallic organ without making a copulative movement.
In EROS AND CAPRICORN John Warren Wells observes...,"The basic motions of the female in coitus demand little in the way of explanation or description ... A few more specialized techniques for the female include those which require prior development of muscular control ... Several of these methods differ minutely, but they are all alike in that they involve the ability to contract and expand the vagina at will." (20)
Many women claim they have been able to 'milk' a penis and bring about ejaculation without making a single copulative movement. Ruby claims that her highest thrill comes from straddling a youth who lays under her. She arouses him by exerting pressure on his phallus with her vaginal muscles, without moving, until he reaches the point of ejaculation. Such ability is rare among Western women but such techniques are pursued by women of the East.
Curing Ruby's problem is not going to be easy. It is obvious she would like her husband to make more passionate overtures. It is obvious she would consider young boys in the absence of strong sexual interest on the part of her husband. Ruby will be undergoing analysis for some time before any concrete solution to her problem is reached.
CHAPTER TWO
Hot and High
Not all women who become involved in relations with young adolescent males are mentally disturbed. Many are normally passioned women who desire lovers who are both youthful and virile. Many women who do not brag about their relations with young lovers nonetheless stimulate such relations on the side and assure themselves of many enjoyable sexual experiences.
Youthful boys, most of whom are barely out of adolescence, often are reputed to be tireless and extremely passionate, especially when involved with a woman who is mature and experienced at arousing the full extent of their growing passions.
In this particular case history we are concerned with Becky Parker, a young and attractive woman in her early thirties who runs a pharmacy on a busy thoroughfare in a town of considerable size. Becky is a college graduate, and is considered both attractive and intelligent by members of the opposite sex. Becky is married but finds that her husband is frequently absent due to his involvement with young girls. Because of strong financial investments which they share and because they have two young children, Becky is not ready to consider divorce. Becky refers to Leo as her 'part-time' husband. They apparently enjoy an off-and-on sexual relationship which insures a certain amount of marital infidelity for both of them.
When Becky consulted me concerning her sexual relationship with young boys she was not afraid of her husband discovering the nature of her erotic liaisons, but due to certain facts involving the misuse of drugs she was becoming increasingly frightened due to circumstances which will be revealed shortly.
Becky is a tall, black-haired woman with shining blue eyes, pale complexion, and a mouth that is both full and sensual. Her smile is warm, while her hips and thighs are firm and attractive. There is an aura of sexuality about Becky that few would find offensive. She wears her dresses low cut, revealing pale pink breasts which are both full and partially visible from a distance. Becky is full of vitality, cheerful, and apparently a woman who is remarkably able to cope with problems.
"When Leo began running around with young girls...," Becky began, "I was worried. Some of them worked behind the counter in the drug store. I was frightened and jealous. Due to involvements which I detected earlier I left my post at home as his faithful and silent housewife and began helping in the store. Leo is a licensed pharmacist. Up until two years ago he handled all the drugs. But then he began taking days off and not showing up. I had no one to fill prescriptions for me. So I began learning to mix drugs, to run the store and to assume responsibility. Thank heavens I have the foresight to get involved-otherwise we might have lost a business which we both had some heavy investments in."
"I guess I should be honest and admit that my husband took drugs. He lured young girls away on trips with him. There was little I could do. My husband is extremely intelligent, highly educated and very temperamental. He would never follow my suggestions even if I insisted. I realized that one day Leo might leave me for good. Since I have no other qualifications I decided to run the drug store."
"There were many problems at first. Covering for my husband's drug thefts, bookkeeping, hiring help, ordering supplies. All of this took time. But I managed to remain cool. Leo disappeared more and more often. Sometimes he phoned me from far away places like Florida to tell me he was all right. Our relationship was extremely fragile. We had sex only occasionally. I had two teenage boys, David and Gary working for me. Both were sixteen. They delivered drugs for me as well as doing other chores."
"As I became more and more aggravated by business responsibilities I found that my thoughts sometimes took surprising directions. I began to notice the attention David and Gary paid to young girls who worked behind the fountain. I noted certain intimate caresses going on when they thought I wasn't looking. I became extremely envious of them. I longed for someone to hold me and to assure me that I was still attractive as a woman. You see-the long hours of worrying and the long sleepless nights marked me with time's vengeance. I had no other male companion except for an old man who sometimes came in and scrubbed floors at night."
"David and Gary had always been extremely attractive youths. Gary was tall, slim and blonde. He had pink cheeks, even white teeth, and the handsome features of a movie star. Gary was extremely polite and well-mannered. David was more prankish and mischievous. Often he aggravated the girls behind the counter until they almost screamed. He was short, with long locks of black hair covering dark brown eyes that seemed to dance with deviltry."
"I noticed some drugs missing at times--nothing large or anything like that. I began to notice both boys frequently walking down the aisles where we kept the medicine. I began suspecting both boys of helping themselves to some drugs. Then I began thinking that maybe certain drugs would pep me up and make me forget my worries. So I too began taking them, though in small quantities. The result was that I was frequently high and quite open to sensual suggestions."
"I began taking amphetamine capsules, tablets, and amphetamine-barbiturate compounds that made me experience a frequent drug 'high'. I sometimes went into the bathroom, locked the door, put up a sign reading 'closed for cleaning' and experienced the thrills of solitary masturbation. My thoughts began to become definitely sex oriented. My passions grew more insistent the more I abused drugs and sought a solution to my problem through the use of pills and tablets."
"I guess Gary and David noticed that I was frequently high on drugs. They became freer about opening a bottle and helping themselves to some of the pills. Now and then Gary patted me in an intimate way when he knew I was worried. I wondered how one of the boys would react if I made a pass at him. It took all of my nerve one day but when I was taking inventory I put my arms around Gary's waist and reached out to rub my hand against his crotch."
"Ummmmm ... feels good...," I smiled, licking my lower lip in a suggestive manner. "Gary didn't need any more hint. He lured me to the back of the room behind some cartons. His arms went about my waist. He pulled me close against him, letting me feel the aroused extent of his manhood."
"We were wondering...," Gary laughed, "when you were going to break down and become human."
"God-Gary...," I moaned, "I'm desperate. Can we have some fun ? I've noticed you kids in the drugs. I don't care-if you help me...! "
"Anything you say ... boss ... lady!"
"Gary was anything but reluctant. He held me close and rubbed his hard penis against me. I could feel it straining under his zipper like come caged animal fighting for freedom. Gary seemed so aggressive and eager. So recklessly passionate."
"Ummmmm ... I always thought you were pretty. But with your husband around I'd never make a pass. Now we have a clear field-don't we baby?"
"My hands moved inside that zipper. I grabbed his firm cock between my fingers. It was so solid. So velvet soft. I hadn't felt one for so long. During the last few years of unhappiness I had come to loathe my husband. His sexuality held no appeal for me. This was different though. Gary was one of the most handsome and appealing boys I had ever met. Holding his firm cock between my fingers was a wonderfully thrilling experience."
"If you're tempted to kiss it-you may ... !" Gary frowned, noticing my wide-eyed reverie. "I like nothing better than a soft pair of lips on my lingum. I go wild when a girl 'sucks' me. I love that shade of lipstick. See if you can put a red lip band around my penis."
"I didn't need any coaxing...," Becky admitted. "I fell to my knees. My eyes grew wide like saucers as I glanced into the tiny eye-slit. The meatus urinarius. My lips were wet. I was HOT with desire. I eased the head of that penis between my lips, nudging it with my teeth. I suddenly noticed that Gary had never been circumcised. His penis was covered by that thin membrane known as 'foreskin'. I nudged the foreskin back with my lips. I stroked my passionate tongue back and forth over the head of his phallus. I sucked it deep into my mouth while creating n fantastic suction."
"Ummmmm-baby...!" Gary muttered, cupping his thick fingers behind my head. "You suck a mean prick!"
"Oil-ummmmm!, " I gasped, kneeling reverently before that hard organ of pleasure. "I can't explain how wonderful it felt then to be chewing on the penis of a young boy! It was like I had gone back fifteen years or more. The whole atmosphere was different. There was something compelling and vital about Gary. Something that drew me to him like a magnet. I couldn't get enough of him in my mouth. My tongue was ravenous. I felt the secretions of his Cowper's gland prior to his ejaculation. I moved my tongue back and forth, circling about the circumference of his cock with bold hard strokes. My nose rubbed his zipper. Gary began pumping in and out of my mouth."
"Ummmm-I'm glad this happened...,"
Gary laughed, moving his youthful penis in slow pumping motions. "I've thought about this many times. But it's hard for a boy my age to approach an older woman."
"I hope I'm not too old to please you-Gary...," I whispered, gazing upward into his soft round liquid eyes.
"Never-baby!, " Gary whispered. "In fact you suck dick better than most girls I go out with. You really enjoy it. Lucille does it just to get out of fucking. She doesn't like it. You can tell by the way she chokes and gags when I come. I bet you're the kind of girl who can swallow it all without batting an eye. Dave says only whores like doing it. But how would he know? He's never dated anyone over fifteen."
"Oh-Gary-you've a nice one...!" I gasped. "Oh-gawd-I've wanted to do this for so long. Oh-ummmm!"
"Chew the stick-honey!"
"I was ravenously mouthing that firm cock. I can't remember having enjoyed performing fellatio more in my entire life. Somehow the presence of his brass belt buckle pressed against my forehead was so reassuring. So comforting. The warm thing in my mouth reminded me of my mother's breast. I began slowly nursing it with my mouth, sucking every drop between my lips. Gary was moving his cock in slow circular motions, pumping in and out in rhythmic motions that only aroused my passion more. I clung to his hips with the fury of a child about to be evicted from its womb. I sucked frantically. The sheer act of sucking on a young boy's prick seemed instantly to ease my tensions and make me relax."
"I'm CO ... MI ... NG ... I," Gary moaned, ramming deeper. "I'm CO ... MI ... NG!"
"Gary's body grew rigid. His entire spine became a steel rod. His head fell backwards. A slow groan escaped his twisted lips. All of a sudden I felt the hot jet-spray of his sex cream pouring down my throat. Gary moaned as his ejaculation spewed. Then he glanced downward and smiled with appreciation as I swallowed every drop of his love cream."
"I was reluctant even when Gary's cock had shrunk to its flaccid state...," Becky admitted. "I felt foolish down on the floor. But I was on fire. Gary was stroking his chin with the masculine kind of assurance that let me know he was pleased."
"I think I see a customer glancing back here from the counter. I wonder why Dave isn't watching out for business. Do you want me to handle it?"
"Please-Gary...!"
"I went into the bathroom...," Becky noted. "I had myself a good cry. I felt so foolish having become aggressive with a boy young enough to be my own son. Yet I was deeply satisfied. I was even more shocked when Gary came bursting into the ladies room and locked the door behind him."
"I think we've found a way to make these long days less tiresome...," Gary smiled, pulling down his zipper. "You know we could do some very interesting things together. Even ... in ... these limited confines."
"I'm open for suggestions...," I acknowledged. "You know-right then and there Gary began jerking on his meat-stick until he had it standing up. His movements were swift. Designed to arouse the utmost passion in the shortest amount of time. His cock began swelling with need."
"How would you like to pull off your panties and sit down on this...?" Gary laughed, sitting down on the toilet.
"Are you serious? Someone might come in? It's risky."
"Nonsense...," Gary smiled. "The door is locked. And Dave is on duty at the prescription counter. I gave him a handful of bennies and told him to keep his mouth shut. He knows something's going on but he doesn't need to know what. Now sit down! Straddle this damn thing and do something with it!"
"I was too passionately aroused to even think about pregnancy. The fact is I must be hard to impregnate because Leo and I were married three years before we gave birth to our first child. I stared at that beautiful hunk of penis. I felt my thighs begin to quiver."
"Go on..."
"Slowly I pulled down my panties while keeping my eyes focused on that phallic organ. Gary was sitting on the toilet stool and bending backward as I straddled him."
"Ease down on it-baby..." Gary whispered. "Nice and easy!"
"I straddled his beautiful cock. The head was red and moist. I eased myself down until the head of that prick touched my pubic lips. They separated to admit the head to my vaginal orifice. I was anxious until I felt it sliding comfortably inside my body. I began thrusting up and down with slow and deliberate motions."
"Ummm ... this is my first time for getting it in a John...! . , " Gary chuckled, bending forward to kiss my lips.
"While I was slowly moving up and down Gary was fondling my tits. He massaged them with his fingers until the nipples grew hard. The tits stuck out like tiny rosebuds. Every now and then Gary bent forward to suck first one tit and then the other. I slid in closer. I achieved a contact that was intimate enough to provide the utmost pleasure for me. Gary remained motionless while I did all of the work. It felt so funny being hidden in a toilet with a young boy reclining under me while I gyrated up and down on his hard penis. I felt those undeniable warm waves of pleasure spreading over my body. I could tell from the way that Gary was responding that he was close to his own orgasm."
"FUCK ME-lady...!" Gary groaned. "FUCK ME...! "
"Oh-I love your dick...!" I exclaimed, moving recklessly, as my long denied passions overwhelmed me. "God-shove it deeper! Ream me out with it."
"Continue..."
"Just then Gary clamped his hands behind my buttocks. He mashed me down solidly against his cock. I felt his genital knife penetrating deeply. I clenched it solidly with my vaginal muscles, wanting to hold it captive forever in that intimate embrace. Gary was pulling down against my buttocks and moving his rigid body up towards me. A pained smile crossed his face."
"Gawd-I'm coming...!" Gary moaned. "I'm CO ... MI ... NG!"
"Ummm ... shoot . ... shoooooooot!"
"Gary released the full volume of his load inside of me. I jerked along until his cock went limp. Gary smiled as he flung his arms around my neck. He pulled me against him. He jammed his tongue into my mouth. Gary lay back against the toilet and literally pulled me down on top of him. I felt so young and foolish. So childishly reckless. My genitals were touching his body. His hands worked my breasts as his tongue searched my mouth."
"Ummmm ... you turn me on...!" Gary groaned, rubbing my vagina with a curious finger. "I've always thought you had a sexy ass. I knew your husband was fooling around with other girls behind the counter years ago. But no one had the heart to tell you. We all liked you! I like you even better now! God-Becky-I know I'm a lot younger. But think of the fun we can have together. No one will ever suspect the true nature of our relationship."
"Gary and I kissed a long while. It was a slow and sensual kiss. Not the kind that hastily precedes a moment of passion but the kind that arouses the very depths of your soul. Gary seemed reluctant to break away from me. Even in the cramped quarters of the toilet we shared a kind of joyous intimacy I never felt with even my own husband."
"Can we do it again, later...?" Gary whispered, kissing the upper parts of my breasts as they lay exposed beneath the low sweep of my dress.
"Of course-Gary...!" I blushed, being the first one to leave the toilet. "Dave seemed troubled as he stood behind the prescription counter waiting on several customers."
"Where the hell is Gary ... ? , " Dave inquired brazenly. "I've got a display to arrange. Why can't that boy do his job so I can do mine?"
"I sent him on an errand...," I lied. "I'll take over. Go back and set up your display."
"The delivery truck is late as usual...," Dave muttered, sliding his loafers across the freshly waxed floor. "This is going to be another long and boring day!"
"I was tempted to laugh...," Becky admitted. "Because Gary and I had found a groovy way to end the monotony of long hours and few customers until later in the evening. I studied the way Dave walked, the way his cock cradled between his legs. He walked with a kind of reckless laziness that was so much different from Gary's aggressive swagger. Of the two boys Gary was the more masculine. I began wondering how good Dave was at sex. And if there was a way to involve both boys in an intimate orgy."
"I ate lunch at the counter. I watched Dave flirt with the girls! Dave seemed more talk than anything else. Gary watched me all during the day. Every chance he got he would rub his hands over me, touching somewhere on my body."
"Have you ever had it in the ass before...?" Gary questioned. "When business hits midday lull we can take a tube of K-Y and I can show you some real fun!"
"Won't it hurt ... ? , " I questioned, suddenly fired by the HOT desire in Gary's eyes."
"Not if we take it slow...," Gary chuckled. "And it will be a lot easier to perform in the limited confines of a toilet. I'd suggest we use the stock room. But Dave's liable to apprehend us in action. Please-let me show you the pleasures I can awaken in your body. I've done it before with other girls. I'm experienced."
"I could not deny Gary anything he really wanted...," Becky admitted. "I went into the bathroom first and hung up the sign...'closed for cleaning'. Gary followed me with a tube of K-Y in his hands."
"Now bend over the toilet and rest your arms on the lid. You can almost go to sleep while I do it to you...!" Gary chuckled, unzipping his penis. "Do you want to suck it first?"
"Oh-Gary...," I blushed. "You take advantage of my weakness. Of course I do. God-I love the sight of your naked cock! I feel so young and foolish. But I cannot deny that I want to suck it! To taste every drop of its succulent passion!"
"I was down on my knees again...," Becky laughed, "in a position of reverent homage to that gorgeous dong. I was cradling those firm testicles with my fingertips. My lips were nestled over the corona and my tongue was pushing back the foreskin."
"I've never been trimmed...," Gary laughed. "So you can see my 'hood'. I hope it intrigues you!"
"Everything about YOU intrigues me...," I admitted. "I sucked Gary until he became stone hard. Then he pushed me away. He greased down his stiff prong with K-Y. Gary instructed me to bend over the toilet. I did as he told me. Gary squeezed a big wad of K-Y onto his finger. He jammed it into my rectum, probing his finger deep and greasing me inside as best he could."
"Brace yourself-sugar!"
"Gary eased the hard end of his dong against my anal sphincter. It required some persistent pushing to admit his penis deeper. My anus spread reluctantly. It really hurt at first when he tried to ram deep inside of me."
"NOOOOO-Gary...!" I protested. "It hurts! Owww-let's try something else!"
"Hold on. It feels good back here!"
"Gary pumped hard. He gripped my hips. He pumped long and hard until he had over half of his penis buried inside of me. It no longer hurt after the first few sensual waves of pain. Once inside Gary gripped my hips and moved his hands upward towards my breasts. He slowly stroked his penis in and out creating the most delightful waves of pleasure. His fingers created sharp waves of desire in my nipples. He moved his hands downward. While fondling my clitoris he moved his cock in and out in rougher strokes."
"OHOOOOO-ummmmm!, " I groaned, feeling the mounting waves of pleasure. "I felt my clitoris become swollen, my vaginal lips became distended with blood and as Gary moved his finger in and out of my vagina he also reamed his cock in and out of my anus. I don't know which act pleased me the most but combined the pleasure was exquisite."
"OHOOO-UMMMMM-ohoooooooo!"
"Not so loud...," Gary laughed, ramming harder. "Someone might hear you!"
"Oh-Gary-gawd...," I moaned. "It feels good!"
"I told you it would!"
"FUCK MY ASS-Gary...!" I rasped. "FUCK IT!"
"Gary began pounding his cock pole furiously into my anus. It was amazing how deep the waves of sensual pleasure began to flow inside my body. If I am to be entirely honest with you I must admit that I was almost having an anal orgasm. My anus was opening and closing with surprising rapidity as Gary fucked deeper and harder. I lay my head between my arms and listened to the intense and intimate rhythm of my own body."
"Owwww . . .G ... A ... R ... Y ... !"
"Yes-darling? I told you, you'd like it."
"Do it ... Gary! Do it-NOW!"
"Owww-owww...!" I exclaimed. "I'm CO ... MI ... NG!"
"Gary jabbed deep as I exploded into a wild orgasm. I stood hovering over the toilet as my body became rigid. Then I suddenly relaxed. Gary's cock spewed into my rectum at the very same moment. We clung together."
"I have to admit I felt overwhelmed. I had never before as much as masturbated my own anus. So I was totally unaware of what an intense organ of pleasure it could be. Gary, in his youthful exuberance, had shown me a whole new world of pleasure. On breaks, when the boys were busy working, I went into the bathroom and masturbated my anus. It spread to admit my finger. I began stuffing different objects into it, like a tampax. I found that pulling it in and out and pushing it in I could make the most wonderful sensations."
"It didn't take Dave very long to discover that there was some hanky-panky going on between Gary and me. Dave's eyes followed us like hungry wolves. He caught Gary and I behind the rows of pills kissing once. I noticed Dave began surveying me with a new interest."
"Continue..."
"You don't miss your husband as much as you did at first, do you...?" Dave inquired. His eyes were slightly incriminating.
"I've got to go on living, Dave...," I replied, in answer to his question. "Surely you don't expect me to dry up and die because my husband walked out on me?"
"Dave looked slightly apologetic. He stared down at his feet. I noticed a prominent bulge in his crotch. My eyes became curious, probing."
"I guess not. But you're old enough to be Gary's mother!"
"Don't be ridiculous...!" I rasped angrily. "It's not a love affair. Just some fun to break the monotony and boredom. I don't know how you can sound so proper and condemning with your tool sticking out half way down your leg!"
"My next movement was a gesture of anger. I ran my finger down Dave's zipper in an attempt to arouse him. Dave drew back. But his eyes were wide with curiosity. He did not object as I unzipped him and drew out his cock!"
"Ummm-I wouldn't mind if you joined us...!" I sighed, bending down between his legs to kiss that lovely jewel. "I'm willing to share myself with you both. And be damned grateful too. I know you boys have been helping yourselves to some of the pills. I could report you and cause you trouble. But I won't. Not if you both cooperate with me."
"MMMmmmm ... you are persuasive...! "
"Dave remained motionless while I sucked his penis. I sucked it deep into my mouth, lashing my tongue up and down the veined shaft. I felt the light secretions first. Then I felt Dave beginning to gyrate his hips as he moved his cock slowly in and out of my mouth. Dave did not say anything but from the intense movements of his body he was sensually aroused."
"Ohoooo ... noooooooo!, " Dave groaned. "No wonder Gary won't leave you alone. Boy do you know how to SUCK a dick ... ! "
"Dave surprised me with an overwhelming orgasm then and there...," Becky laughed. "Then I told him how Gary had been fucking my ass and bringing me so much pleasure. That was when Dave began telling me about the stocking treatment. He mentioned that an old war buddy of his had told him about it!"
"Dave and I went into the toilet. We put out the sign saying 'closed for cleaning'. Dave made me remove one of my nylons. He tied about nine knots in it. Dave had me bend over while he stuffed the knotted nylon in my rectum with only one small end hanging out."
"This is groovy...!" Dave laughed, suddenly kneeling down between my legs.
"I ran my fingers through Dave's rumpled black hair as he moved his lips to my moist cunt. Dave began sucking me and arousing me with his mouth and tongue. He lashed his tongue back and forth over my clitoris until it stood out erect. When he had me sensually abandoned and on the brink of an orgasm he suddenly jerked the stocking out of my anus and I threw back my head and moaned."
"OHO-gawd-OHOOOO!, " I gasped, hotly.
"That stocking ripping out of my anus drove me wild! I was having what felt like vaginal and anal orgasms. Dave sucked me dry. I stood quivering with pleasure. Those knots ripping out of my anus had created the wildest sensations. Dave began kissing me and memorizing every inch of my body. He made me have two orgasms while in the toilet. Dave added a lot to our sex sessions. When Gary found out about me and Dave he was slightly jealous. But when business got slow we all three went into the stockroom. Sometimes Dave brought a bottle and we had mixed drinks with our pills. I took only enough to get pleasantly high without getting stoned. It was not uncommon for both boys to make love to me at once. We became an intimate little threesome all pursuing our own ideas about pleasure. It might not be strictly moral-but believe me it did end the boredom of a long and dull day!"
"I noticed myself feeling much more calm. I felt wonderful. Young and vibrant. Then Dave began hanging with this wild bunch of boys after work. He began roaming with the cycle hippies and letting his hair grow long. I got after Dave several times to get his hair cut because it presented a most unkempt appearance. I was worried that Dave's appearance might offend our more respectable customers. Dave became surly. He told me that as long as he was fucking me and keeping me happy I could stop telling him what to do."
"If it had been any other boy I would have fired him. But Dave worked to help support his sick mother who was confined to a wheel-chair. Punishing him by firing him would hurt her too. One night we had a robbery and lots of hard drugs were stolen. The police hinted it might have been an inside job. I ignored the evidence."
"Go on..."
"Dave became less and less communicative as time went on. I could no longer let him fill prescriptions because he was so high he hardly knew what he was doing. I had to stop him from taking pills because he was filling his pockets with tablets and capsules. I don't think I ever believed Dave could have been the one to rob the store. I had too much faith in him. Gary kept warning me. But I thought he was jealous of Dave. Dave always wore long sleeve shirts evert in the summertime. His cheeks became hollow; his eyes glassy."
"Then one night something happened to wake me up. The police phoned and told me there had been another robbery at the drug store. I got in my car and rushed to the scene. When I got there they told me they had found a boy dead inside. There behind the drug counter was Dave. A syringe lay at his side. Several bottles of pills were open on the counter. My locked drug case was open. Drugs which were usually kept under refrigeration lay on the floor. Suddenly
I knew why Dave had acted so withdrawn. I knew then that all of the other robberies had been an inside job as the police suggested."
"The whole thing created quite a scandal...," Becky sighed. "Gary lied for me. He backed up my story. I never mentioned anything about a sexual alliance. The whole thing was blasted all over the newspapers for a while. Gary and I cooled our physical relationship."
"Honestly-doctor...," Becky concluded, nervously, "I'm so upset after that horrible incident that I constantly think about the things the three of us did. I offer no excuse. Except that at the time sex with Gary and Dave seemed very important to me. It made me feel so much younger. It really relieved many of my tensions."
"Now I think about that poor boy. Dead from an over-dose of drugs. And I think of how permissive I was. How I just allowed them to take what drugs they wanted because they were pleasing me. I feel so damn guilty I can't begin to tell you how horrible it makes me feel. Both boys had their own sets of keys. If I hadn't been so permissive Dave might have been here today."
"Gary just informed me he's getting married and leaving town in six weeks. We are no longer having a physical relationship. We both know that what happened has ruined our chances to enjoy ourselves like we once did. Everything-my whole life-seems to be falling apart at the seams. Can you help me, doctor...? "
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT
This case history points out that women with emotional problems often feel that a sexual fling with a young adolescent male might somehow solve all of their problems. Deserted by her husband, Becky assumed the enormous responsibility of running a business single-handed as she managed the many details associated with her profession.
Becky comments that she noticed Gary and Dave helping themselves to drugs even before their physical relationship began. Becky admits she sometimes took pills herself to give her a 'lift'. Becky complains of heavy fits of depression which bothered her before she began taking drugs.
It is not difficult to believe that a woman alone, deserted by her husband, might respond to the attentions of two young boys with whom she had intimate contact. Becky claims that after taking drugs she became increasingly aware of her sexual desires. She thought about the opportunities to have sensual relations with the two youths who worked for her.
On sudden impulse Becky made an obvious pass at Gary. She found the youth most willing to reciprocate. Becky admits to performing fellatio first. In the large bathroom, intended for customers, Gary and Becky hide themselves to pursue acts of intercourse. Later, Becky confesses, she learns to appreciate the strength of her own analerotic responses.
Psychologists are quick to note that any sexual response, such as orgasm, leads to stimulation of the anal muscles as well as the vaginal. It is a fact that the anus and vagina share many muscles in common. Any stimulation which is analerotic in origin may also stimulate the vagina.
In SODOMITE PRACTICES Roger Blake notes...,"Generally for those who have realized their analerotic potential, the female is much more likely to be psychologically attuned to passive pederasty than the male. The passive role in any heterosexual act of love falls more naturally to the female." (6)
We must note that Becky is highly analerotic and focuses much of her attention on that erotogenic area.
In EROS AND CAPICORN John Warren Wells observes...,"Nor is anal intercourse necessarily lacking in appeal for females. Those with strong masochistic tendencies are especially prone to find it enjoyable if the pain is not over intense. Others may enjoy the act if they may be carried out without causing pain or discomfort. For women who are analerotic, who have no repugnance for the act, and who are not injured or hurt by it, the practice may prove either an enjoyable alternative to coitus, or in some instances, a preferable substitute." (20)
Although Becky enjoys intercourse she goes into more elaborate details concerning their anal erotic pursuits. Perhaps Becky's fondness for anal acts is motivated by some masochistic desires. It is obvious Becky feels a sex-related guilt towards her youthful companions. Although Becky was not taking drugs when she consulted me she was very much depressed over the death of her former employee.
Becky admits she does not want to indulge in any further sexual escapades with young boys. She claims she feels too perverse after corrupting adolescents. Becky admits she has nightmares about Dave. I strongly advised Becky to rid herself of some of her tensions. Becky subleased her business. She informed me she plans to take a long vacation and has plans to remarry as soon as her divorce becomes final. The man whom she intends to marry is near her own age and financially secure. I feel that Becky has brought about the best solution to her own problem.
CHAPTER THREE Movie House Wife
Although sexual molesters are mostly men, psychologists and psychiatrists are aware that many women operate indiscriminately in seeking sex openly and in a manner that most women would find offensive. Although few women actually stoop to rape, as do some psychopathic males, many of them go out in public places such as parks and movie houses and approach total strangers with the intentions of leading them into sexual involvement.
Women have, of course, been involved in 'white slavery' operations-the procuring of young girls for the purpose of forced prostitution. In this case, however, we are dealing with Robin Desmond, a young wife, 25, who finds that separation from her husband who works out of town imposes a strong sexual hardship upon her. Robin is a curious girl. A girl that no one would picture involved in such open and flaunted incidents of sexuality.
Robin is 25. She is a natural blonde. Robin has bright blue eyes, naturally full and rosy cheeks, a dimpled chin and dark fluttering eyelashes which seem to be expressing some hidden part of herself. Robin's body is full and sensual. Her measurements are approximately 36 24 36. Robin's thighs are full and firm, openly revealed by a dress which even many teen-agers might find 'daring'. Robin phoned me for an appointment because of an overwhelming problem which she felt might create difficulties when her husband returned from his out of town job.
"Doctor...," Robin began, smiling as she tugged the short skirt which hardly covered the fleshy part of her thighs. "I hate to admit it. But my problem is of a sexual nature. I find it offensive to even discuss it. But due to some recent developments I find that I must seek relief from the passions that overwhelm me. I don't know who else to talk to. And perhaps you may be able to help."
"I'll be glad to try...," I replied, with clinical interest.
"Well-it all began when Randy took this job out of town. The higher wages made him decide to accept. He and another buddy decided to make some fast money as salesmen. Heaven knows what they're in to. Randy phones me every week to tell me he's made a bundle. But believe me-nothing replaces the intimate closeness of having your own husband home with you!"
"Go on..."
"I'm no fool, doctor...," Robin flushed. "I suspect my husband and his buddy are having their share of fun while they're out on the job. Even though women are becoming liberated it's still difficult to have an affair and avoid a scandalous reputation. Besides when you have an open affair there is always gossip. I had nothing to do but sit at home, eat potato chips and watch TV Randy sent me a check every week. It was more than enough to live on. But it did nothing for the boredom and the rock gut loneliness I was feeling."
"Continue..."
"Well-I got tired of sitting at home. When I went out to dinner to break the monotony I was always bothered by some curious man who came over to ask me why I was alone. They were always men over forty. The leftovers no one else wanted. I might have been tempted into an extra-marital affair if one of the men had been young and handsome. Well-I remember one hot sultry night at the apartment. It was mid-July. It was one of those scorching nights when you could hardly catch your own breath. Randy and I had tried to put an air conditioner into our apartment but the wiring was old and we never had any luck with anything but an old fan which was next to useless. I was glancing through the evening paper when
I noticed that a nearby theatre was air-conditioned."
"Go on..."
"It also featured a foreign movie which was billed as being highly sexy and sensational. Now-I'm just like everyone else. I like a good lusty picture. Especially if my husband is with me. I thought of going to the theatre and cooling off. I even thought of getting HOT. Watching the movie and masturbating under my dress."
"I see..."
"It shames me to talk this way, doctor...," Robin apologized. "But I want to be honest with you. I deliberately went into the bathroom. I took off my panties. I masturbated a few minutes before I left. By the time I hit the street my cunt was wet and HOT! I had a light sweater on because I had a deliberate purpose in mind!"
"The rest is even more scandalous...," Robin shrugged. "I sat down in one of the back rows. I munched on popcorn as I watched the film. An Italian man was making love to this half-naked French woman. He was kissing her with fiery kisses that descended below her belly. It was a sizzling sexual scene. I slipped my sweater over my lap. I pulled up my skirt. I moved my finger slowly in between my thighs. My cunt was warm and juicy. I began to masturbate myself to the point of orgasm. As I leaned over to retrieve my sweater which I had dropped I noticed this young boy about seventeen sitting alone in the aisle in front of me.
He had a light jacket thrown over his lap. I could see his finger moving furiously beneath the jacket as he too became involved in masturbation."
"Go on..."
"He was a young and handsome blonde boy. He wore a sexy after-shave that aroused me all the way back in the aisle behind him. I decided there was no sense in a lone girl and boy sitting in separate aisles and masturbating when they could probably please each other."
"I drifted back to the candy counter...," Robin blushed. "I knew what I had in mind doing. I guess the fact that I was HOT and deprived of satisfaction for some time made me more daring. I got some candy. Then I wandered back to the end aisle where the lone youth sat."
"Hi. . . , " I whispered, flashing a quick warm smile. "Mind if I sit next to you?"
"Heck ... no ... lady...!" the blonde youth smiled, with a somewhat puzzled expression. "It's a free country!"
"I sat beside him. I placed my sweater over my lap. I couldn't have made a move then if I had wanted to. My heart was beating too wild. My legs were as weak as water. I made myself forget about the boy next to me. I deliberately concentrated on the picture. I noticed the youth moving uncomfortably in his chair as he watched the sizzling love scene."
"I noticed the youth scratch his groin...," Robin chuckled. "I knew that he wanted to masturbate but couldn't with me sitting next to him. I had everything under control. I was conscious of the wetness between my thighs. Slowly I moved my hand towards the youth's leg. The worst thing he could do would be to reject my advances. From the looks of the bulge inside his pants I sensed he would be open and ready for any sexual invitation."
"Go on..."
"I lay my hand flat on his thigh. I eased my finger towards the hard bulge in his pants. I was fired with expectation and the urgency of my own need. I felt his startled surprise."
"Let me help you...," I whispered, reaching for the firm zipper. "I was sitting behind you moments ago. I saw what you were doing. I'd like to help. I'm lonely too."
"Well-this is something new...!" the youth gasped, guiding my hands toward his rising penis. "But don't stop now!"
"The youth slowly pulled his cock out of his trousers. He reached for my sweater. He covered my hand. He smiled as he felt my firm fingers groping around his cock. He moaned softly as I massaged his rugged organ."
"My name's Larry...," the youth whispered. "And you must be Cinderella. God-if you knew what I was thinking about ten minutes ago you'd know damned good and well that you were the answer to my prayer."
"Go on..."
"I masturbated his dick a long while. I yearned to suck it. To hold that tender phallus between my lips. I wanted to use my mouth on his prick. Sucking cocks is one of my favorite pastimes."
"I wish we were somewhere I could SUCK it!"
"I'd like for you to...!" Larry groaned. "I know the usher. He's a personal friend. If you like you can get down in the aisle. I'll put the sweater over your head. I'll prop my knees up against the back of the other chair. No one will be able to see what you are doing."
"Oh-Larry! You seem to be the answer to all of my personal problems."
"I slid down in the floor. Larry raised his legs. He positioned them against the back of the seat in front of him. I was frightened at first, even with my eyes glued to the enormous head of his prick. Slowly I inched my head between his legs. My lips parted. My tongue slid out against my moist lips. I slid my lips down over the corona. I nestled my head in that youth's lap. I began sucking on his penis. You can't imagine how wonderful it felt after being without sex for so long. It was soft and lovely. So forbidden. And so desirable. Because the boy was only a teenager, and because he was also a total stranger, I was thrilled!"
"Suck it-sister...!" Larry groaned, sliding one hand against my hair. "God-suck it until you milk it dry!"
"All of my hours of loneliness and longing seemed to melt like vanishing clouds. I was aware of nothing save the pulsating cock in my mouth. I was aware of only the flavor of his organ, the pulsating erect stiffness that brought me so much pleasure. I could hear the sound of the actress on the movie screen whispering soft words of love to her secret lover. The atmosphere added 'romance' to what I was doing!"
"Blow it-baby! Blow it...!" Larry whispered.
"The kid began pumping slowly into my mouth. He made slow, almost copulative, gestures that added to the total feeling of arousal. The cock slid back almost to my tonsils. I cradled it, creating a suction that made his arousal swift and inevitable."
"Oh-lady...!" Larry groaned. "Do you ever know how to suck a dick!"
"I felt so desperate. So depraved, kneeling between the youth's legs in the movie theatre. Yet I felt safe. The boy did not know who I was. He knew nothing about me except that I was attractive and presently engaged in the act of mouthing his penis. He was highly aroused himself and making noticeable gyrations in his chair."
"All of a sudden his body went rigid...," Robin sighed. "He shot his tremendous wad of fluid between my lips. It slid down my throat. I kept sucking until his organ no longer spewed. Then I quickly returned to my seat next to Larry. I wiped his sex cream from my lips."
"Go on..."
"Larry was more than pleased...! He slid his hand between my thighs. He was pleased when he found no restrictive panties in the way. Larry slid his finger into my slit. He did not probe deep at first but seemed content to masturbate me with his middle finger while nudging his thumb against my budding clitoris."
"You came prepared for some fun didn't you...?" Larry chuckled.
"I was hoping I might meet someone...," I replied breathlessly. "I got so tired of being alone. Then, when I was sitting behind you and doing this to myself and I leaned forward and saw what you were doing."...
"You thought of the right solution...," Larry whispered, sliding his finger inside. "Right now I want to get you alone. I want to do some other things to you. You know-Bubbles-I'm going to call you 'Bubbles' because you blow so nicely and because it's obvious you don't want me to know much about you. Well, Bubbles-it would be easy for us to slip upstairs in the balcony and really have a go at each other. You don't have to worry about getting caught because the usher is a personal friend of mine. God-Bubbles-I want to get between your HOT thighs. I want to guide my penis into that hot hole. Lady-I want to fuck you. Would you like that?"
"For an answer I clung to Larry's hand with all of my strength. I rubbed my finger over his zipper. Larry showed me how I could slip up in the balcony while he talked to the usher. He did not intend to tell his friend what we were doing. He just wanted to keep him busy while I snuck upstairs."
"When I glimpsed Larry engaged in conversation with the usher I rushed to the balcony stairs. I hurried up. I almost tripped as I ran. I felt very childish. Adolescent. Almost like a schoolgirl. I was anxious and eager to become hotly involved. Somehow my actions seemed almost compulsive. I remained hidden in the front aisle while Larry came bounding up the stairs."
"Do you want it with a condom or without...?" Larry whispered, with the assurance of a professional casanova. "I wouldn't want to put you to any trouble."
"I'm on the PILL...," I whispered, as Larry pushed me down on the freshly cleaned carpet. "You can't imagine how peculiar it feels to be laying down in the front aisle of a balcony with a teenager about to embrace you far coitus."
"Were you at all apprehensive...?" I inquired.
"Yes...," Robin answered. "But more than that I was eagerly awaiting the chance to have copulatory sex with a young and virile teenager. Larry moved his rock-hard penis between my thighs. I spread wide to admit him. He fumbled with his fingers achieving a minimal amount of penetration. Larry kissed me then, sucking my lips, and darting my tongue inward. I clung to his hips, pushing him downward. His cock sunk closer into me, providing me with the most pleasurable sensations."
"Ummmmmm-baby!"
"Larry began pumping slowly inward, taking time to kiss me passionately while he provided further stimulation. I ground my hips in circular motions, pumping upward to meet his passioned thrusts. I clung to his firm hips and moved in intimate rhythm with him. The sensations were out of this world. It went through my mind to invite Larry home with me and to make him a frequent companion in my husband's absence. But I knew it was dangerous. That talk would start and Randy would find out. The danger only made those few moments of stolen passion more delicious. I clung to Larry. I moved with him. The sensations of that solid cock moving in and out brought me the most exquisite pleasure!"
"Don't you get any at home...?" Larry questioned.
"Not for a while...," I whispered. "Don't ask my name or if you can come home with me. I have to be very careful. But I'll meet you again any time you want. I like the way you FUCK!"
"You sure come out and say what you mean...!" Larry chuckled, sliding his hands firmly under my buttocks. "But I like aggressive women. You look so respectable which is why I was surprised when you made the overtures."
"This is more fun than watching the movie."
"I think so..."
"Larry really began pumping his cock into me once he had me almost out of my mind with passion. He pushed my buttocks upward, forcing me up on the root of his penis, which made him able to penetrate more deeply. I almost bit his tongue in my abandoned eagerness. Larry pumped long and hard, arousing me to a peak of passion."
"OHOOOO...," I cried. "I'm co ... mi ... ng!"
"Going...! Going...! GONE...! "
"Larry fingered the come he deposited between my thighs. He moved downward pushing up my skirt. Larry's hair was rumpled as he bent his mouth downwards towards my belly. Larry nibbled my abdomen, moving his lips curiously towards my genitalia. I felt him take the pubic lips between his teeth. He began sucking them. Larry began lashing his tongue inward until he came in contact with his own wet sex cream."
"You're all slick and satisfied...!" Larry chided.
"Larry drove his tongue into my lubricated slit. He licked and sucked until he had me almost dry. Then he began to run his tongue back and forth over my clitoris. He lashed in arousing motions. He stimulated my clitoris until it stood out like a tiny seedling first glimpsing sunlight. Larry continued his efforts over my stimulated anatomy until he had my clitoris standing out like a miniature penis. Larry sucked hard, drawing it between his teeth. He nipped lightly as he sucked."
"I stared up at the dome ceiling. At the dim lights that lit the movie house. You can't imagine how foolish I felt up in the balcony laying flat on my back with that young teenage boy lapping like crazy between my thighs. I moaned. I moved my cunt upwards against his nose."
"My vagina was making those ugly wet sounds as Larry smacked his lips with sensuous delight. I was being pushed towards my peak of passion. I was being slowly pushed towards an explosive orgasm. Larry looked so young and handsome. For some strange reason it was ever more thrilling than when my husband did it to me."
"OWWWW ... wwwwww ... Larry. ... " I moaned. "Nooooo-ooooo-owwwwwww!"
"Yes ... ssssssss-baby!"
"Larry acted as if he were trying to drive me out of my mind. I lay there gasping for breath, forcing my genitalia into his mouth. I felt my body grow rigid. Then I felt the explosive splendor of my liquid orgasm. Larry lapped my cunt and made me experience another orgasm just moments later."
"That's enough...!" I hissed. "Don't kill me!"
"I'd like to. To make you die with pleasure that is."
"All of a sudden Larry glanced down at his watch. He jumped up. He zipped his penis back in his pants."
"I've got to meet a guy in the soda fountain in ten minutes..." Larry laughed. "How about giving me your phone number? I'll call you for a date. I don't mind it because you're older.
You're obviously clean. And HOT!"
"I can't...," I apologized. "But I will meet you here. It's less dangerous. Too many people know me outside. Please-let's do it my way!"
"Yeah-sure. Okay-lady...," Larry frowned, accompanying me down the balcony stairs. "I'll be here Friday night. I'll be in the same seat. Or nearby. If you can make it I'll have something special planned for us. It's risky here too-but I don't think they'd do anything more than throw us out if they caught us!"
"As Larry rushed out of the theatre with a backward glance and a wave of the hand I sat down in one of the back aisles. I felt satisfied. I did not even feel the urge to masturbate as I watched the conclusion of the torrid love scene."
"Go on..."
"Nothing noteworthy happened that night...," Robin smiled. "An old man in his sixties sat next to me and tried to rub his leg against mine. I got up and went and got some candy. I found a seat elsewhere. Sex with old men did not please me. Only the young boys hardly out of their teens turned me on."
"I see. You are being very honest."
"Going to the movies to enjoy the air-conditioned comfort got to be a habit. Randy came in one weekend. So I didn't go. I was glad to see him. Eager to share his warm embrace and to savor the delicate sweetness of his kisses. Randy put some money in the bank. We planned on buying a little frame house in a few months time. Randy asked me if I could stand the loneliness while he was gone. With a wry smile and a hasty remembrance of my experience in the theatre I told him I could make out. My husband never once suspected I had been unfaithful. He inquired of a neighbor whom he knew if I had been keeping to myself. Randy was pleased to find out that no one ever came to the apartment. I knew I was being wise not to bring men home. I knew it was best that those I shared a brief moment of sex with never knew my name."
"Randy left late Sunday night. He kissed me good-bye. I settled down to two more weeks of loneliness. I became quickly bored by Monday night. I took a cab and went to a movie in the heart of town. It was one of those sexy films that young boys flock to. Lots of kids and their dates were indulging in some pretty heavy petting."
"From my seat in the last aisle I noticed one boy alone, sitting in the corner beside the wall. Despite the fact that it was a sultry night outside he had a raincoat tossed over his lap. My heart pounded with a strange urgency. I observed his reddish-orange hair and the freckles on his cheeks. He couldn't have been older than sixteen, because he hardly had any beard on his face."
"Go on..."
"I decided 'that he would be a good companion for what I had in mind. The ushers were noticeably absent. It was the kind of movie theatre that did very little snooping and did a booming business because it was very permissive about what went on between the aisles. I cast a lingering glance at the boy in gold-framed glasses who was noticeably alone."
"Are you by yourself...? ", I inquired, deliberately trying to sound sexy.
"Yes ... unfortunately...," the youth smiled. "My best girl is down in the front row with another boy. One of the pro's on the football team. They're making out like two animals in heat. Pardon my crude expressions. But I just had to follow them here."
"I sat down beside the disgruntled youth. He was quite handsome, though youthful looking. I noticed the boy remove a knife from his pocket. I watched him push a hidden button and the blade pop out with the speed of lightning."
"I'd like to run this between his legs...! "
"I was almost frightened off by the boy's sudden anger...!" Robin revealed. "I was tempted to walk off. To find a calmer victim. The boy's heart was filled with hatred. Somehow he did not pay much attention to me or notice the firm hand on his thigh."
"Why don't you make her jealous...?" I suggested. "I mean-two can play the game."
"I don't know any other girls...," the youth muttered. "Besides-most girls don't think I'm attractive!"
"For some reason the youth wasn't the least bit suspicious of my presence. He was much too involved with his own problems to consider any motive I may have had for wanting to meet him."
"I think you're handsome...," I laughed, lightly. "You don't seem to have any obvious signs of leprosy."
"Just then the boy casually glanced down at my left hand which rested on his thigh. He stared for a moment. Then he smiled."
"Yes. And you're a married woman...!" he laughed. "God-maybe she'll think I've been making out with you. Perhaps she'll even get jealous. She's bound to notice you're older. I hope you don't mind me talking this way. But I love her so much. I wouldn't care if she didn't mean so much to me. I could kill that boy. Believe me-it wouldn't be difficult!"
"You had the right idea when you talked about making her jealous."
"How...? "
"I might be willing to help ... if it's for the cause of 'love'. My husband is gone. I'm lonesome. Perhaps we might help each other!"
"You can imagine the shock that registered in that young boy's eyes. He was almost afraid of me. I moved my hand towards his groin. I fondled his half-hard penis. He seemed so frightened, so surprised, so full of awe."
"Do you know what you're doing...? "
"I'm hardly doing this sub-consciously...," I whispered, leaning my head on his shoulder. "If you object I'll try to find someone else. I don't mind admitting that I enjoy it...! "
"Ohoooooo. You can-if you want to!"
"I let him push his coat over my hand. I unzipped his fly. I rubbed my hands over the outside of his pants. I felt the inaudible jerk of his cock inside his trousers. Then I moved my fingers swiftly inside. I did not want to frighten the boy with my eagerness. So I caressed his cock gently with my fingers. I moved my head suggestively towards him. Because the theatre was very, very dark I did not feel in any danger. I allowed the sixteen year old boy to turn his head and to press his lips against mine."
"Ohoo ... oooo ... you're sweet...! . "
"The boy stuck his tongue into my mouth. He moved his hands to my breasts. I fondled his penis. I wore no bra. The buttons on my blouse were very loose. The boy had my blouse open. He was fondling my ripe tits with firm fingers. The nipples grew hard. The youth kissed my neck. He sucked my ear lobe until he had me trembling with passion."
"I'd like to SUCK you...!" I whispered, licking his ear. "Oh-I'd like to take that soft sexy thing between my lips. I'd like to SUCK it. Suck it until it spews its hot come down my throat."
"Gawd,-lady ... stop ... talking ... like ... that ... !" the boy whispered. "You'll have me on top of you ramming it in your mouth! Um-oh-your fingers feel so good. Squeeze the head a little more. Flick your finger back and forth over it like you did a moment ago."
"Would you let me SUCK it...?" I inquired. "You can throw the raincoat over your leg, dangle your legs over the seat in front of you. I could get between your thighs and SUCK YOU off with no trouble at all."
"Aren't you afraid?? ? "
"No-I've done it before! Don't worry. We won't get caught. Don't you want my nice HOT lips around your prong? Wouldn't you like me sucking you until you SHOOT off? I'm willing...! "
"Damn...," the boy whispered. "You've got me so damned hot I don't know what to do! Go ahead! I couldn't stop you. Not even if I wanted to."
"My eyes searched the whole theatre for the sign of an usher. I saw no one. That particular theatre had the reputation for tolerating anything as long as no one caused a riot. I slid down in the floor. I felt the grit and grime and cold cement touch my legs. But I didn't mind. I was holding the hot firm penis between my fingers. I was eyeing it with hot desire as I made myself comfortable on the floor."
"The boy, whose name was Peter, was making an effort to hide me under his raincoat. He leaned back in his seat. I moved my soft lips to the tip of his prick. I lolled my tongue up and down the narrow eye-slit. I ran my tongue over the corona. My tongue worked up the veined underside of the shaft. The veins seemed to be road-maps shooting off in all directions."
"Ummmmmmm...!" the boy gasped.
"I sucked the hard penis deeper into my mouth. My lips, teeth and tongue worked together to create the most amazing and erotic sensations you can imagine. Peter was twisting and turning. He was trying to pump towards my mouth. His zipper was rammed against my nose. I was inhaling the musky odor of his sexuality."
"Go on..."
"I literally forgot my surroundings because I was so involved sucking on that penis. I lolled my tongue up and down the veined underside, rolled my lips down over the corona, and made love to that pulsating cock with my mouth until I almost swooned from the pure sensuality."
"I was so HOT that my cunt began dripping between my legs. I never wore any panties. As I pressed my thighs together I could feel the hot dribble of my cream between my thighs. It was a most arousing sensation. I wanted to mount that penis. To genitally jab it into hot hole. But I knew I would only be fellating Peter."
"I see..."
"I got very HOT. So hot that I didn't know what to do with myself. I was holding Peter's cock in one hand and mouthing it. Slowly I moved my free hand between my own thighs. I began to finger-fuck myself until my clitoris stood out like a tiny cock at full arousal. I nudged my clitoris. I pulled sharply at my vaginal lips. I moved my finger into my own hot slit. It came out dripping wet once I had pushed it in and out."
"Go on..."
"I masturbated as I performed fellatio upon Peter. Peter's body went suddenly rigid. He shot his load of cream down my throat. I savored the tangy taste until I swallowed it all. Peter pulled me back into the chair. He uttered a sigh of relief. Then he zipped up his pants."
"Here she comes...!" Peter shrieked. "Here comes Andrea to buy some candy. Without her new boyfriend too! Wait until she gets close. Then put your arms around me and kiss me!"
"Now you're talking...! "
"As the brown-haired girl with extremely attractive features approached I put my arms around Peter's neck. I planted a passionate kiss on his lips while smothering him in a sizzling embrace. Peter returned the kiss and moved his eyes away from Andrea's gaze. The result was that the girl was shocked and quickly rushed up the aisle without as much as casting a backward glance."
"I bet she asks you who I am...," Robin ventured .
"What shall I tell her...?" Peter inquired. "She'll never believe that you're a married woman."
"Tell her anything you like, because I'm not going to tell you my name. But I will meet you again if you like."
"You're nifty...!" Peter smiled, spotting his girlfriend on her return. "Peter embraced me. Boldly Peter ran his hands between my thighs. He pushed me back and let the girl know he was making out quite well without her. I caught the glassy stare as the young girl returned to the front of the theatre."
"She's HOT...!" Peter frowned. "Madder than a wet hen!"
"So am I...," I sighed. "Why don't you masturbate me too?"
"Peter began fondling my genitals. He was no whiz at masturbation but he did a rather good job. He made me pop off several times. Peter wanted to meet me again. He wanted to walk me home but I wouldn't let him. At the end of the first film I left through the side door because I was expecting Randy to phone around ten."
"I never suspected that Peter followed me. I thought he would forget me. But apparently I had impressed him so much that he wanted to find out more about me. Peter was at the same movie two nights later when I came in to cool off. He found me in no time at all. We were quickly involved in a steaming embrace. I loved sucking Peter's prick. It brought me so much pleasure. Proudly Peter informed me had forgotten all about his girlfriend."
"Then Peter came out and surprised me by telling me he knew where I lived and that my husband was out of town on a business trip. I was utterly surprised. Peter said he loved me. That he wanted to come to my apartment and have an affair with me. He wanted to indulge in coitus. Since I was reluctant to use my apartment he offered to rent one cheap in town. I protested. I was so frightened because he was prying into my private life. I no longer found him desirable. He had really frozen my instincts. All I felt was fear. I tried to get rid of him. But the more I discouraged him, the more he clung to me with a kind of sick obsession."
"Peter was always hanging around my apartment...!" Robin gasped. "I was terrified Randy would come home and discover my unfaithfulness. I was on the verge of having a breakdown when all of a sudden I got an idea. I decided to move. During the day while Peter was in school I took a cab to another nice section of town. I found a suitable apartment. I then became fearful that Peter might see me "moving so I arranged for the movers to move me in the evening. Peter sometimes skipped school to hang around my apartment so I didn't think it would be safe to move in the daytime."
"Needless to say it cost me quite a bit more. But I wanted rid of that boy!' I pretended to have a wild passion for Peter as we made out during the movies. Peter kept suggesting we go to my apartment. I kept him involved. I sucked his penis. Later we mutually masturbated each other."
"Around ten I knew that the movers would be finished. I disengaged myself from Peter who followed me like" a love-sick puppy. I had really turned that emotionally immature boy on. I felt sorry for him because his need was so desperate. But I wasn't about to risk my marriage over a kid I had used rather than loved!"
"Outside the theatre I phoned for a cab. The driver took me to my new apartment. I straightened up the furniture. I vowed there would be no more movie-houses for me. No more futile searches for teen-age lovers to satisfy my steaming passions. Because of an over-zealous youth I had found that even the most pleasurable indiscretions have certain inherent hazards!"
"It's nearly been three weeks. There are no signs of Peter trying to locate me. I am still very much alone. And very passionate. I kept thinking I might lure another boy into a movie-house affair. But I am afraid. Doctor-I need SEX! But I don't want to risk an extra-marital affair. It's too dangerous. I thought kids would be safe. I thought they'd forget me and just use me for the brief pleasure I offered. I never counted on one goon falling in love with me and searching out my true identity. I'm very afraid I may slip back into my old pattern of behavior. My need is urgent! I can't think of another way to satisfy my desires unless I rent another apartment just for my clandestine lovers. Doctor-how does a woman alone cope with the problems of sexual neglect?"
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT
Many young wives who are left alone for any length of time find themselves longing for a passionate affair. Often the object of their desires proves to be youths in adolescence. There are many motivations behind the apparently youthful choice of a mature woman when it comes to selecting a sexual partner. Many choose young boys because they believe them to be more virile and less likely to become seriously involved.
Boredom seems the most obvious factor in many extra-marital relationships. Many husbands, after the lusty honeymoon and the first few years of marriage become sexually lazy and no longer go to great extremes to satisfy their wives. Many women feel this lack of interest and thus find themselves thinking of other men. Other husbands are out of town and force their wives into sexual neglect. The one recurring factor in extra-marital relations is the fact that many husbands neglect to, or are incapable of, satisfying their wives' sexual demands.
In THE PROMISCUOUS WIFE, Roger Blake notes...
"When we come to the question of why wives are promiscuous, one of the most apparent answers is that their husbands are not satisfying them. Current research and study point to this failing as one of the major contributory factors in promiscuity and unfaithfulness by the American wife." (2)
Due to the fact that Robin haunts movie houses and is the open aggressor she comes under the heading of what Roger Blake terms the 'offbeat aggressor' in his study, titled, THE PROMISCUOUS WIFE
"Thus, the offbeat aggressor is almost always found to be an impulsive married woman of high libido, and with a strict time limit for 'stolen' love. She is usually a woman who is basically, though not necessarily deliberately, selfish. She has the male quality of aggressiveness and is unable to use it within the female context of clever flirtation ... Her initial approaches are almost always anonymous, with no name at all or at best a fictitious one ... While employing the cloak of anonymity as a cautionary measure, she is more deliberate and direct than the barroom or conventional flirt." (2)
Women like Robin, who are termed 'offbeat aggressors' are surprisingly bold and direct in their manner of arousing sexual stimulation. They are prone to keep their own identity secret. Their tactics are open, aggressive. They are intended to shock while supplying sufficient stimulation to achieve a quick sexual response in their partners.
Robin has discovered the hazards involved in being so aggressive. Especially with young and impressionable boys who may take her overtures more seriously than she intended. Robin admits she is tempted to seek other youthful lovers to fill the long and lonely hours at home.
I suggested to Robin that she urge her husband to give up his out of town occupation. Robin seemed convinced her offbeat and unconventional behavior would end once her husband came home. Robin informed me she was going to tell her husband she was tempted to become unfaithful. She, however told me she was not going to reveal her indiscretions. Robin reasoned that if her husband continued to work out of town and neglect her that at least she had warned him of the hazards.
The outcome of Robin's 'confrontation' tactics are not yet known. Robin feels that she owes her husband some degree of honesty. Basically Robin desires to remain faithful. Her problem is that she cannot cope with the weeks of loneliness and neglect. Hopefully Robin's husband may sense her desperation and make the right decision in order to preserve the harmony of their marriage.
CHAPTER FOUR
The Party Wife
Adultery is carried out in many ways. Sometimes it is only the husband who cheats and sometimes it is the wife who carries on the clandestine affair. Sometimes both husband and wife agree to cheat simultaneously and join the growing cult of wife swappers who carry on their infidelities in group form. Cases have been recorded where husband and wife have brought a third party into their home, either male or female on a permanent living basis and the affair became known as a 'men-age-a-trois'.
There are many various forms of adultery. Today psychiatrists and social workers are encountering more cases where women become 'party wives' in their spare time. The party wife is similar to a prostitute in that she accepts money for participating in illicit sexual relations. She differs however, in that she is not wantonly promiscuous. She may have only one or two clandestine meetings during a month's time. And she is scrupulously cautious about whom she goes to bed with.
The Party Wife is a new breed of adulteress. Sometimes, in her search for fun, she encounters situations where she may indulge in sexual relations with young adolescents. Darlene Yates is a pert and attractive brunette, aged twenty-seven, who is married to a young and handsome computer operator. Although her husband makes a good income Darlene is continuously prompted to live beyond their means. She buys the most expensive clothes, imported perfumes, and she constantly urges her husband to buy on credit, despite his firm objections against becoming heavily indebted.
Darlene drives her own car. An expensive compact with all of the extras that make her neighbors envious. Darlene lives in a new brick home in a district that is both exclusive and expensive. Darlene prides herself on the fact that her neighbors are jealous of the luxuries with which she surrounds herself.
Darlene is an attractive woman. She has the clothes to make her even more attractive. She has a wide selection of wigs from which to choose. Darlene admits that she always wears a different colored wig when she meets her contacts at motels or hotels.
The motivations behind the Party Wife's behavior may seem diverse. Many Party Wives admit they do it for fun; others note the monetary gain is the most important element. Sometimes relations become more involved and sometimes the 'Party Wife' seeks the help of an analyst to untangle the thick web which she sometimes weaves around her own life. Whatever the motivation the Party Wife is a new breed of adulteress. She often becomes involved in relations which she finds difficult to break off.
"At first I thought being a Party Wife was an easy way to make money Darlene blushes, stroking her tan nylons. "I mean-I was always after Carl to buy more and more. We have our own boat, a beach house at the lake. We have a color tv, two cars, a new home, two lovely children who have just begun going to school and all of the 'extras' that make life enjoyable. I'll have to admit that we are heavily in debt. Our neighbors drool every-time we pull our new cars out of the garage. I've tried to make friends with some of the women on our block but they are so envious it ruins any chances of an honest friendship."
"You see-because we owe so much my husband frequently 'moonlights'. He takes extra jobs after work to help pay our bills. We are so tied up in paying off loans that there is little money left for casual expenses. Because of this, and because I am alone most of the time, and Carl is often too tired for any prolonged demonstration of sexual passion, I considered becoming a Party Wife."
"My closest friend, Heather, put me wise to the functions of a Party Wife. Heather had the same problem as I did. We were very close friends, having graduated from high school together. We talked about sex a lot. At one time we were considering swapping husbands. But we both decided it might lead to jealousy and harm our friendship. So we gave up that idea. That was when Heather suggested I should 'moonlight' and become a Party Wife on the side."
"Well-what exactly is a Party Wife...? "
"It's difficult to put into words...," Darlene blushed. "But the way Heather explained it to me it meant a girl was respectable and married but that she sometimes took on well-groomed, well-established, financially-secure gentlemen in her spare time. She became a paid sexual companion who takes on maybe two customers a month from whom she receives payment for providing entertainment. We are most often written off on the businessman's expense account. Somehow it sounded like being a 'dignified whore'. "
"Go on..."
"I never considered becoming romantically involved. The whole thing was carried out with the utmost secrecy and discretion. Heather told me she went out of town twice a month to meet men who paid her $50 or $60 for a few hours fun at a motel. Heather explained that her
'customers' had several business associates who wanted in on the setup. She mentioned she could not manage to be away from home so often because she did not want to arouse any suspicions. Heather explained that the way my husband worked I had ample opportunity to become a Party Wife. Heather arranged everything for me. I think she got a small 'kick back' in the way of expensive gifts from the men I met."
"I'd never have had a single problem if it hadn't been for getting involved with this teenage boy in a round about way. It's all so detailed. But it led me to consider that I may be in need of psychiatric help ... because after a most unusual relationship I find myself hung up on young boys!"
"Go on..."
"Well ... my first client was a man named Joe Monelli. He was a big executive with this import-export firm. He often traveled abroad. He talked constantly about the foreign women he had laid overseas. Joe wasn't ugly. But he wasn't any sexual athlete either. I mean-having sex with him was no big thrill. I thought maybe I'd be tempted to want a divorce but with Joe there wasn't the slightest emotional involvement. We merely went to a motel. I stripped while going through some erotic gestures that were more characteristic of a B-girl. I helped Joe undress. I closed my eyes and thought about the money I was making."
"Joe was paunchy with a cock that was almost as thick as it was long. He wasn't much of a FUCK if you want to be honest. Usually he got so hot that he shot off between my thighs before he even got in. Joe has very red complexion. He always acts horny. After he popped off he'd ask me to suck him. We'd go down on each other during which time Joe had about three erections. Afterwards he climbed into his business suit, kissed me good-bye and we arranged a date for the next month. He never forgot to pay me in three crisp new twenty-dollar bills. I drove the thirty-five miles home alone. That was it. If I got home late all my husband ever knew was that I was on a shopping spree."
"Go on..."
"I met another guy named Frank Cosweld at the same motel. He wasn't much of an improvement over Joe. His wallet was as thick as his belly. He was generous. Neither would give my husband any competition in the sex department. Things didn't liven up until Joe brought his seventeen year old son to one of our sessions, When I opened the door and saw Joe standing there scratching his bald head and a tall athletic blonde boy in blue jeans and a sweat shirt standing at his side I almost flipped my wig!"
"Who's he...?" I asked quickly. "Joe--you know about our agreement!"
"Relax-baby...," Joe frowned, "it's just my kid. Steve here is just seventeen. It's like this ... honey. Steve knows about my frequent meetings with young ladies. He wants to join. Otherwise he tells the old lady. I thought maybe it would give me a new kick. If you really find the idea so offensive I'll send him home. But I assure you this is the only surprise I'll pull on you. Steve's just a young boy who wants to learn the facts of life."
"When Steve smiled at me I didn't have the heart to turn him away! Glancing at his groin I saw the prominent bulge of his cock hanging half-way down his leg. Steve seemed nervous."
"I brought a bottle...," Joe smiled. "I thought a few drinks would relax the kid and warm him up. You know they say these young boys are pretty good in the sheets. I've never seen Steve work out with a girl before. So I'm a bit interested in seeing my kid in action."
"We all had a few drinks...," Darlene blushed. "My thighs began to quiver with expectation. I thought of that young handsome boy with long sandy brown hair, wide blue eyes, mounting me and giving me some hot sex. Joe was moving his glass about in his hands and obviously drooling with anticipation."
"Strip off-Darlene! Show the boy some SKIN!"
"I was high enough to get in the mood. I pulled off my tight blue sweater. Steve did a double take. His eyes almost popped out when he saw my tight black satin bra. His cock jerked to attention when I slid my tweed skirt down over my thighs. Steve glanced at my black satin panties."
"Do you think you're old enough to take them off of her...?" Joe challenged.
"I'm a lot smarter than you think!"
"The handsome youth approached me. He knelt down between my legs. He stared up at me with the wide and trusting eyes of a puppy dog. Steve smiled. He licked his lower lip as he pulled my satin panties down over my thighs."
"God-baby-you are lovely...!" Steve groaned. "No wonder dad prowls so much. Mom's getting middle-aged spread. You're so firm! Your tummy is so smooth! Mom's too dumpy to be attractive!"
"Stop blabbering like a school-boy and do something with her!, " Joe interrupted, scratching the bulge in his jock shorts after he slipped out of his trousers.
"Steve cast a resentful glance at his father. He slid his fingers between my thighs. He caressed my buttocks. Then he moved his face against my eager genitalia. All of a sudden I felt his tongue probing my pubic mound. I felt his tongue slip inside, caressing my labia. Steve sucked my pubic lips between his teeth. All the while his hands were caressing my buttocks. Steve slid one eager finger into my rectum. His mouth continued to make love to me in the most intimate manner. I felt that stiff tongue probe my genital slit. I felt it lap back and forth across my clitoris. I felt that small bud begin to grow, to swell with blood, and to protrude. Steve began giving it a good tongue lashing that I would not quickly forget. When he pulled my clitoris between his teeth and began sucking in earnest I almost lost my mind!"
"Owwwww-ummmmmm!, " I moaned. "Oh-pops-your kid knows how to suck a mean cunt!"
"Lap it youngster! The lady-likes it!"
"Steve kept going to town on me with his tongue...! I began running my fingers through his curly brown hair. I pulled him closer against me, forcing his nose into the midst of my pubic mound. I kept myself shaved so he had easy access to my genitalia."
"Ummmmmm-ohooooooo!, " I moaned.
"Go-boy-go!"
"The unique thing was that that boy really aroused me...! " Darlene affirmed. "When his dad licked my cunt it reminded me of an old alley cat licking a garbage pail. But the way the kid did it with his mouth working every inch of my erotic area-well-I really turned on. My hips began to move, my tummy quivered. I pulled his hair."
"Go on..."
"The kid sucked my vagina exerting a pressure there. His tongue probed deep. Then it returned to my clitoris. All of a sudden while I was standing there approaching my orgasm the old man stripped off completely. He got behind me. He rubbed his prick over my fleshy buttocks."
"Don't worry-I'm not going to FUCK your ass...!" Joe laughed. "Just making some contact with some soft flesh. It's a shame I should masturbate when I'm footing the bill. But watching you and the kid make out makes me HOT!"
"The old man behind and the boy up front really turned me on...," Darlene sighed. "The kid was an expert with his tongue. I creamed up in no time at all. I had my orgasm. The kid kept licking, and licking until he almost had me DRY. I stood still. I bent over afterwards so the old man could cream off between my buttocks."
"Take her to bed ... BOY...!" Joe laughed, holding his dwindling penis. "It will be a while before I can get this stick up again! Maybe watching you will give me some ideas."
"I quite willingly lay in the bed. The boy stripped off. He had a gorgeous body. Steve was not as hairy as my husband. His muscles were firm and well-developed. His chest was broad. But his genitals interested me the most. Steve lay beside me in bed. He began kissing me slowly at first. His tongue probed my mouth. When his father saw that he meant to take his time he slipped on his trousers and shirt."
"I'm going to the snack shop for some coffee and doughnuts...," Joe laughed, observing my body twisting in passion. "I can see the kid's going to take his time. Maybe I'd better leave you two alone!"
"When his father had gone out the door Steve smiled. His teeth were a pearly white.
They were evenly spaced.
"I'm glad the old man's gone...," Steve laughed. "I hate someone watching me when I make LOVE. Sometimes when we double date I can't get aroused if I know someone else is in the car with me. That's why I was going so slow."
"I like it nice and easy ... Steve."
"Good-ummmmm. You are so sweet!"
"Ohooo...," I groaned. "Steve was nibbling my tits. Sucking them into his mouth. Rolling his tongue over the nipple. He sucked until he had my tit sticking out ... all hard and firm. His hands moved slowly between my thighs. He slid his finger into my vagina. Noticing that I was already very wet and passionate Steve moved against me."
"Oh-baby...!" Steve moaned. "Ummm-hold still while I slide it in. Once I get inside I get even bigger. I love to fuck-honey! When dad showed me a picture of you in his wallet I knew I had to meet you! Men have all of the fun. When you're my age you have to wait until you're OLD to have all the pleasure. That's why I talked dad into letting me join. I hope you don't mind!"
"I'd mind it a lot less...," I giggled, "If you'd shut up and screw!"
"Steve began pumping his cock into me. He began with slow arousing motions, circular movements designed to please. I clung to his hips, pushing downward on his buttocks. My legs moved up about his thighs. His mouth was mashed against mine. He began fucking me slowly, with mounting passion."
"Ummmmm...!" I gasped, feeling the first signs of desire in ages. I thought of my husband and how tired he was. How he had made love to me in almost the same manner when we were first engaged. Now I was lucky to get a kiss and an orgasm in the same night. My husband was always too tired to show much of an interest in passion."
"Do you like it...?" Steve inquired, grinning with boyish vigor.
"You bet I do...!" I laughed. "I haven't had one that stiff in a long time."
"What's wrong with your old man?"
"He works too hard!"
"Not like this ... I bet!"
"No-in an office!"
"You're not so bad yourself...," Steve grinned. "I've been told by other girls that my penis is longer than most. Do you think so?"
"It's tickling me in some nice places...," I blushed. "It sure is experienced. You really know how to use that thing between your legs. How long is it?"
"Six and three-quarter inches. Long and slim. Made to go into the tightest holes. To ream out the most reluctant virgin! I've copped two cherries this year. Don't tell dad-but I've got one girl pregnant! She's trying to get this other guy to marry her. I think he's stupid enough to take the bait. I don't want to get married. I want to have some fun."
"I think you know how!"
"I was laying on my back Darlene groaned. "I was panting with desire. I urged the boy on like crazy. His cock was stroking against my cervix. Really turning me on. I thought that kid would never come. He seemed to be a sexual dynamo. I know it turns some guys on to stick a finger in their ass-hole. So I licked my finger first. Then I shoved it between Steve's buttocks. I wiggled it until I was in his nice firm ass-hole. His anal sphincter closed down tightly against my finger."
"Owwwww ... you squeeze toooooo!"
"Owwww-Hoooo ... owwww...!" Steve moaned, suddenly ramming his hands under my buttocks. "Umm-you really know how to wiggle! No wonder dad comes to see you so often!"
"Once a month...!" I corrected. "I can't get away any more often without arousing suspicion."
"Marry me...," Steve blushed.
"Don't be foolish!"
"We're sexually compatible...," Steve teased. "That counts for a lot!"
"FUCK-and shut up!"
"Steve really began banging the old kidney-prodder into me. His pelvis seemed to be on a swivel. His cock was so big it hurt a little. I was surprised to find him even larger than my husband. I hadn't been so aroused and so passionate in a long, long time. I found my present situation most pleasant. I was within seconds of having an orgasm!"
"BEG ME...!" Steve giggled. "You're so close. Beg me to make you POP OFF!"
"Don't be so crude!"
"Don't get nasty...," Steve giggled.
"Steve redoubled his efforts to arouse me. He sunk his cock in deep and hard! My vagina gripped him. All at once my entire body went rigid. It felt like an explosion went off in my brain. The hairs on my arm felt like they were burning with fire."
"OWWWW...!" Steve groaned. "Gawd-baby-UMMMMMMMMM ! "
"I'm CO ... MI ... NG...!" I gasped hotly. "Oh-baby-FUCK ME!"
"Steve pumped harder. He felt me melting and becoming liquid desire around his pounding passion pole. I clung to him, digging my fingernails into his strong muscular shoulder. I bit his lips, sucked his tongue and moaned as I melted...! "
"Do you get this HOT with dad...?" Steve questioned, rubbing his sagging penis.
"Are you kidding...?" I interrogated. "If you want me to be honest your dad has a fat wallet. In the sex department he hasn't got much going. Or maybe I'm temperamental. God-I'd almost forgotten that BOYS were so hot. Oh-Steve-can you get it UP again? I haven't had it that good for years. Oh-you make me want it so damned much! You could make me love you very easily."
"It might come up again if you SUCK on it a little...," Steve laughed, smiling as I rumpled his hair. I pushed him down on the mattress. "My dick loves a tender pair of lips."
"I moved my mouth to his flaccid cock...," Darlene blushed. "Steve lay on his elbows watching me. He grinned as I moved my mouth to his nut bag. I licked my tongue over his scrotum, sucking first one firm testicle and then the other into my mouth. While I sucked his testicles I moved my fingers around his soft penis."
"Ummm-baby...!" Steve groaned. "You give a neat hand-job!"
"I licked and sucked his testicles until I knew I had him aroused. Then my lips moved to the head of his penis. It had been neatly circumcised. I got hot just looking at it. My tongue slid over the corona. I moved my tongue down the veined underside of the shaft. My lips pulled that cock back further inside my mouth. I fastened my lips around the base. I sucked long and hard."
"Ummmm-feel it grow...!" Steve laughed. "In a few seconds it will bulge with passion!"
"All of a sudden Steve pushed me back on the mattress. He mounted me like a cowboy jumping on his horse. He quickly positioned his enormous tool between my thighs. He jabbed. The moist head slid in. I felt the preliminary secretions from his Cowper's glands. I relaxed and allowed it to slide into me to the hilt."
"Steve positioned his hands firmly under my buttocks. He pulled me up firmly against his abdomen. His cock was buried deep inside me. I squeezed it tightly with my vaginal muscles."
"Owwwww...!" I groaned. "You screw nice!"
"Always glad to oblige a lady in distress!"
"I lay there gasping with pleasure as Steve brought me towards my second orgasm. Just as I was about to pop off his dad came back into the room. Steve was much too involved to pay any attention. His dad grinned as he watched the handsome muscular youth drive it deep into my vagina. Steve pumped hard."
"Owwwwww ... FUCK ME...!" I cried.
"Steve erupted just at the moment I had my own orgasm. We came together. Our lips met. We sucked each other's tongues as our sexual juices mingled. As Steve moved off me the old man unzipped his dick, without removing his trousers. He mounted me. He plugged in, began panting with passion, being careful not to over-exert himself on account of his high blood pressure, and shot off before I could even get aroused. When he finished the old man lay on the bed with a thick smile."
"I gather you like my kid...," he grinned. "Heather suggested you were hard up for some good sex. I thought I might do you a favor. I oughta charge you for using the boy ... but I guess you're helping out doing two for the price of one. Want me to bring him again? If you do-blow me up again-and then we'll cut out and go home!"
"I mouthed the old man's tired penis...," Darlene laughed. "It didn't take him long to get hard and shoot off. With the old man it was work. But with the boy it was pleasure!"
"Steve was dying to talk to me. When his old man went out to the car to give me a present to take to Heather, Steve asked me for my phone number. He said he would drive his car to town to meet me. We lived some sixty-five miles from each other. I was reluctant at first. But Steve promised never to call when my husband was at home. He promised he would be discreet. I was so HOT and dying to make love to him again that I gave in..."
"Go on..."
"Two days later...," Darlene blushed, Steve phoned. He was downtown. I drove my car to a downtown parking lot. I jumped into his sporty red MG. Steve was wearing a turquoise polo shirt. His arms were tanned. Muscular. I noticed a tattoo on his right arm that said "Darlene". When I questioned Steve about it he said it had been done yesterday ... costing him $18. He pulled my hand over against his groin. I felt the firm bulge beneath. I unzipped his fly as we drove out towards a deserted country road."
"I had to see you again ... Darlene...," Steve whispered, sliding his arm around my shoulder. "I've thought of you all week long. You're so cute. And so attractive. I could really go for you."
"Remember-I'm married...," I whispered. "Nothing serious can come of this. It's just a light affair. In fact I shouldn't be meeting you like this. But your dad's been more than nice to me."
"Admit it's more than that. . . , " Steve whispered, sliding closer. "Admit you dig me. You like the sex I can give you! I hope you fall in love with me ... Darlene. Because I'm in LOVE with you!"
"I suddenly became afraid...," Darlene blushed. "I knew the kid was wild with a passion for me. He zipped his sporty red MG under some trees. He pulled me out in the grass. I could not resist as he pushed me down in the bushes. He pulled down my panties. He ripped open my blouse almost tearing off my buttons. His mouth feasted hungrily on my breasts. He sucked until he had me HOT. Then he slid his penis between my naked thighs."
"OHOOOOOOOO ... ummmmmm!, " Steve gasped.
"I kissed Steve's lips. I sucked his tongue. I guided his cock inward. I rose to meet his each and every thrust. I've never been loved so passionately as that young boy loved me that day. He kissed me everywhere. His cock penetrated so deeply that he fired me with an immense lust. I screamed, cried, begged, pleaded, urged and plunged, impaling myself on his fiery member. When it was over and I collapsed after having a wild screaming orgasm Steve whispered fond words of love."
"I didn't realize the danger at first...," Darlene gasped. "I tried to meet Steve only on the 'safe' days according to the calendar. You see my husband and I are both Catholics. We don't use contraceptives or birth control devices. But somehow Steve aroused me so much that I forgot I was vulnerable to pregnancy."
"Go on..."
"Steve and I made abandoned love laying in the grass for almost four hours. I allowed that boy to do anything and everything to me. He turned me over and licked my anus. I licked and sucked his testicles, his penis, his ass. I used my mouth over every part of his body. When I got done Steve had some embarrassing red blotches in the most obvious places."
"You've got me 'lip tattooed' all over...," Steve joked. "Can't we meet more often than once a week? I'm sorry you were late last week picking up your kids. But-honest-Darlene--I love you so much!"
"Our relationship began to get heavy. And complicated...," Darlene admitted. "I could never tear myself away from Steve's loving arms. Then a month later I missed my period. I had to fool my husband so I stuffed a tampax up there and didn't allow him to have sex with me for four days-which was the length of my menstrual flow. I didn't want to tell Steve for fear of frightening him. So I told his father when we met the following month."
"You couldn't be...," Joe laughed. "We only do it on safe days!"
"I've been meeting your son on the side...!" I confessed. "Now I'm in trouble. Can you help me?"
"Can't you convince your old man it's his...?" Joe argued.
"I'm afraid it may become obvious it's not his as it grows up...!" I gasped, in anger. "I couldn't pull it off. The whole lie. I'd be bound to slip up, or treat the baby differently. Is there any way I can get rid of it?"
"You mean-an abortion...? Lady-you'd be showing by then. Your husband would notice. I have to talk with a specialist on stuff like this. I told you to take the PILL. It's funny how a woman like you can have religious convictions and yet run around on her husband. If you're willing to cheat on adultery surely you can cheat a little and take a tiny old pill once a day. I mean-your husband doesn't have to know."
"They're dangerous...! "
"So is the shape you're in now. Let me phone a personal friend. A doctor. He's done things like this before. Shit-let's fuck first-and worry later!"
"Steve had not been with Joe that day. He had to go somewhere for a football game with his school team. I satisfied the old man, collected my money and then I accompanied him to this doctor's house after he got me a rush appointment. The doctor told me he could give me a certain kind of medicine to abort the foetus early. He was most reluctant. Since he was a practicing physician he made up a fictitious case history saying I had consulted him several months ago about a female problem. The doctor gave me the medicine. He told me if I had any trouble to come to his office. I knew I could convince my husband I had seen Dr. Segran before. I had the miscarriage shortly after my visit. I had to go to his office for some packing. When the nurse explained the problem to my husband she made it sound as if I had torn loose an ovary or something. My husband never once suspected I had just gotten rid of a child that wasn't his. He would never believe it even if someone told him. My husband is still knocking himself out trying to pay our bills. Joe explained what happened to his son. I haven't been with Steve for some time. He phoned once but when I hung up he didn't call again."
"I'm on the PILL now. I think I'm safe. But I still fear pregnancy. Joe suggests I get fixed so I can't have any more children. But I'm afraid. I still meet him once a month. He's forbidden me to see Steve again."
"Doctor...," Darlene blushed, "I don't know what to do. Those few months of unbridled lust with that wild teenage boy made me feel all warm and wonderful again. like a woman! Joe does nothing for me though he is more than nice to me. He paid the complete bill on the gynecologist. Emotionally he helped me through a very big MESS! He's arranged to have me meet another friend of his-a young man in his 30's. But I crave another young boy like Steve. Only with Steve did I have so many orgasms that I was left weak. I know that I please Joe in bed. But I get nothing out of it personally."
"You do have problems..."
"I thought being a "Party Wife" might satisfy me. But I find my lusts so hot that only extremely young boys turn me on. God-the woman next door has a seventeen year old son. He cuts our grass. He's been very nice to me lately. I've had him in for sandwiches and cokes. He keeps making hints we could have a good relationship. He's afraid to come right out and make a visible and open pass. I think he's waiting for me to make some sign. Doctor, you don't know how much I want to give my consent. You don't know how much I want to take Eddie upstairs and enjoy a sexual relationship with him. I really react to just his presence in my home. When he stares at my breasts and licks his tongue hungrily and nudges the bulge in his shorts I almost die wanting it so damned bad! I've come so close to actually enticing him that it makes me disgusted with myself to talk about it. But inside some bell' goes off that tells me it's dangerous."
"Go on..."
"To be honest I'm so mixed up and starved for love with my husband away day and night that I could literally RAPE the first young boy I see. What does a woman like me, with highly erotic desires, do when she has so many problems? Don't tell me to masturbate because that doesn't do me any good. It only tires me out and makes me want something young and virile. My marriage would be ruined if my husband found out. I've already gone too far, doctor. I've had one abortion already. I don't want to get in any deeper. Can you help me...? "
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT
Darlene is a woman with a serious problem. Darlene admits she and her husband live beyond their means. That they have many luxuries other families do not enjoy. Darlene admits that the cost of having these luxuries has been high.
It is quite obvious that Darlene's husband is working too hard in an attempt to get them out of debt. When any sexual intimacy is attempted Darlene claims that her husband is too tired to satisfy her. Because her husband works until midnight during the week and of-times all day Saturday Darlene finds she has much time on her hands with nothing to do.
Because she suffers long hours of boredom, and because she also suffers sexual neglect, Darlene admits that her closet friend, Heather, had little difficulty in persuading her to become a Party Wife.
As Roger Blake notes in LOVE CLUBS, INC., "No one has probably ever made an accurate survey of the degree of ... philandering among housewives, but it would not be surprising if it was of greater magnitude than generally realized. Kinsey's studies showed that 26 percent of the married women in this country commit adultery." (4)
Obviously the housewife's motivation is partially boredom, partly sexual frustration, and some adulterous wives admit that they meet other men strictly for monetary reasons. Whatever the motivation the fact is that the housewife at home alone has ample opportunity to indulge in an adulterous affair.
Roger Blake notes in LOVE CLUBS, INC., "The element of opportunity is very important ... The working husband must usually feign some business meeting, bowling league or equally risky excuse in order to have an extra-marital tryst. But the housewife, if she budgets her time well and arranges for the kids to be taken care of, has almost any time between approximately eight in the morning and six at night when she may sneak out to meet a lover..." (4)
Many housewives devise different ways of becoming adulterous. Many join clubs where other housewives enjoy group sex with one another. Some become what is popularly known as a "Party Wife". A discreet wife who has a secret affair with a man in a motel or hotel and is well-paid for her entertainment.
The Party Wife is not openly promiscuous. She hardly ever entertains her select clients in her own home. She often travels to meet her contact and regards such relations as strictly business.
Darlene found herself suddenly involved with a 'client's' passionate son and found that a strictly business arrangement suddenly became quite pleasurable. Darlene formed a romantic attachment to the youth and subsequently became pregnant. Her client arranged for her to lose his son's baby. Although Darlene has ended her relationship with Steve she finds herself craving passionate sex with other young boys. The crux of Darlene's problem seems to be the fact that her husband works long hours and is too tired to be a husband to her.
I suggested to Darlene that she undergo analysis for some time. I also suggested she convince her husband that she needed to work during the day to help pay off debts. This would provide Darlene with an outlet during the day for her pent-up frustrations and would allow her husband to quit 'moonlighting' and thus give him time at home to fulfill his duties as a husband and a lover.
A month after analysis Darlene informed me that she and her husband are going camping over the weekend in an attempt to do more things together. Darlene no longer mentions finding young boys attractive. Perhaps she will find a working solution to her problem has been discovered.
CHAPTER FIVE
The College Wife
Women have always been adept at deceiving their husbands when they wish to become adulterous. Some of the most passionate sexual relations have been hidden under the most noble and civic minded gestures. Women are as cunning as men in covering up their extramarital affairs and often admit that they are the seducers in some extra-marital relationships.
The number of wives between the ages of twenty-five and thirty-five who have found themselves attracted to extremely young boys is a matter of record with many psychologists and psychiatrists. It is quite obvious that many women approaching maturity find a compulsive desire to return to their childhood motivating their intentions of having a fling with a male of considerably younger age.
While many wives would find it difficult to cover up such a relationship Nancy Palmer is quite an exception in that she has devised quite a legitimate means of meeting young and handsome men of college age, many of whom she finds receptive to the slightest sensual suggestion.
Nancy Palmer is a young wife, aged 34, with reddish-brown hair, a few attractive freckles on her full cheeks and a pleasant smile. Nancy has an attractive 38 24 36 figure, a ripe set of mammary endowments and ample hips and thighs which sway with a natural rhythm as she walks. Although Nancy is not beautiful she is both sensual and attractive. She is unpretentious and honest in her approach. When Nancy phoned me from a well-known college campus and informed me she was a Professor's wife who thought she was in need of analysis I was frankly surprised. But when Nancy confessed the extent of her problem I realized she was an emotionally disturbed woman.
"For an educated woman, doctor...," Nancy started off, "I seem to have a plethora of psychologically pressing problems. I am a college professor's wife. I have a M.A. degree of my own. My husband, Philip, and I live on campus. My husband has been teaching college for the last sixteen years. He's well-respected by his peers and everyone else on campus."
"Philip and I have only been married six years. I worked until I was almost twenty-eight. During the summer when Philip was staying with his mother who lived next door to me I met him. We fell in love. Philip was the nicest man I had ever dated. He was slightly older. Our dates never got fresh or vulgar. He always acted like a refined gentleman. When he asked me to marry him I thought ours would be the perfect match."
"I was never very promiscuous before marriage...," Nancy spoke, with careful deliberation. "I was no virgin. But then I had carefully managed to preserve my reputation. As the years wore on I found Philip's desire for me dwindling. Philip was thirty-six when he married me. I was his first wife. I have no idea what Philip did for sex until then because he speaks very little about other matters which may be quite personal to him."
"Now that I look back on it I believe Philip married me to cover up any suspicions of homosexuality concerning his life. I have to admit that I've thought about this more than once. I have no absolute proof-mind you-that my husband is a homosexual. But several things give me a strong indication. For one thing Philip has never been too satisfied with intercourse. During my monthly he tries to persuade me to enjoy pederasty. Perhaps it's more commonly called sodomy. Anyway I understand that anal intercourse is a favorite practice among homosexuals. I abhor the thought and have told Philip so in no uncertain terms."
"Go on..."
"Philip seems to be going through the masculine version of menopause. Some days he's light and airy. Other days he's morbidly depressed. Our sex life began rapidly to decline after two years of marriage. Since then I've been combating boredom, indecision, and loneliness. Why-come to think of it it was my husband who suggested I tutor college boys in 'history' since I had majored in the subject!"
"I see..."
"Yes...," Nancy spoke, with sudden confidence. "It was Philip who suggested that I tutor on the side. Even though he had a good income we never had enough money at the end of the month. I went to the movies alone in town on nights when Philip was out with another Professor. I had my own car. We had no children. I had very few permanent ties for a married woman. I decided that tutoring might relieve the boredom. So I put an ad on the campus bulletin board in the recreation hall that I would tutor in several subjects. I was swamped with phone calls from girls and boys, mostly freshmen, who found they needed help."
"I accepted about four students a day...," Nancy smiled, running her thin fingers through her long sensual hair. "I tried to take on two girls and two boys to keep down gossip. I found the students very eager to learn. Classrooms are large these days and students have little chance for individual attention. Most of the students responded and did well with my tutoring. I charged them $2 an hour because they could hardly afford to pay more. And since it was a hobby I was not out to get rich."
"Philip approved even when he came home and found young girls and boys in our dining room going over lessons on the table. Sometimes I got several students together in 'tutoring groups' when they all wanted help with the same subject. Anyway it proved to be an exciting challenge. It got me involved with the kids on campus."
"This proved to be an interesting diversion?"
"Yes ... quite...!" Nancy smiled. "Then I had one young male student who was studying to be a doctor. It seemed he had been interested in medicine since a child. He was enormously stupid when it came to learning history. But he did give me a long dissertation on how ancients buried their dead."
"Go on...,"
"This youth's name was Ronald Lamont. He was a tall, handsome youth with wavy black hair, thick dark eyebrows, and shining brown eyes. He was unusually tall and muscular. The kind of boy you'd figure being on the football team rather than in a lab. Anyway Ronald managed to flunk every history examination he had taken. He had no interest in the subject. Since he seemed to need help so desperately I offered to tutor him two hours a week."
"The first thing I noted was that Ronald was extremely polite...! He took a sincere interest in learning. He seemed to relate well to me. He told me some of his problems. He said I made history more interesting for him to learn. He never mentioned girls or dating, and although he was an extremely handsome boy who seemed to have no shortage of money, I wondered if he had much fun. Ronald, I discovered, was quite intelligent but slow to learn. Or rather it took him longer to absorb material than most boys. I found myself sincerely liking the young man. I found myself unconsciously bolstering his confidence and giving him more and more of my time. It seemed that I began taking a stronger interest in Ronald than in my own students."
"Did you say this interest was sexual?"
"I'll get on to that part. . . , " Nancy blushed. "I tutored several girls. I tried to get Ronald to join the sessions with them thinking group discussion might develop some of his own thoughts and make him less self-conscious around a bigger group of students."
"I'd rather not ... Mrs. Palmer...," Ronald replied, twisting his pencil nervously. "I seem to learn more when it's just the two of us. I really need your help. Don't let me down."
"I began asking Ronald if he dated. He told me he did not go out very often. However I noticed he seemed to take a strong interest in me. I noticed his eyes watching me. I noticed the bulge in his trousers sometimes after I had leaned over and perhaps touched his hand while marking a paper."
"There was so much vitality about Ronald...," Nancy noted. "I encouraged him I guess. I noticed before he came to lessons I found myself combing my hair in the mirror and putting on an extra short skirt. I wasn't consciously aware of my motivation. Then one day when Ronald made me a present of a bottle of perfume I realized we were getting the same vibrations."
"Ronald...," I whispered, aware that my own voice was quivering, "I'm going to suggest again that you take tutoring with other students. Your grades have improved remarkably. You no longer need such concentrated efforts. I could really benefit another student who might need my help more."
"Don't be foolish ... Mrs. Palmer Ronald smiled, uncertain. "I need you. I hope you're not afraid to be alone with me after all this time."
"It isn't that ... Ronald...," I blushed. "My job is to help as many students as I can. You no longer need the intense help you are getting."
"Ronald seemed surprised. Offended. He stood up. He walked to the window. It was obvious he was having some strong thoughts. Suddenly he turned. I was standing shuffling some papers on the table."
"Are you aware of my feelings for you ... Nancy...?" Ronald questioned, bluntly.
"Why-what on earth do you mean...?" I answered, glancing at the firm imprint of his penis pushing against his gray trousers.
"For an answer Ronald strode across the thick pile carpet. Suddenly I found his body pressed sharply against mine. I found my hands touching the starched whiteness of his shirt. My eyes were level with his navy blue tie. When Ronald put his arms around my waist I did not pull away."
"I allowed my head to be tilted backwards for a kiss...," Nancy revealed. "I felt the tender soft touch of firm HOT lips pressed against my own. I felt Ron's hand slide upward from my waist towards my breasts. Ron began caressing slowly and softly at the sides. His tongue penetrated into my mouth. He aroused me so softly and sensually that I could not have fought him if I had wanted to. If I am to be entirely honest with you I might say that we were both doing the thing that had been in the back of our minds for a long time."
"I felt the rough stubble of Ron's closely-shaven beard against my face! I felt his hands unbuttoning my silk blouse. I felt him reach for my bra. I felt my breasts pouring out of their restrictive confinement as HOT and eager hands caressed me."
"Oh-Nancy...!" Ronald gasped. "I know you've wanted this to happen. I also know you've been afraid. I suspect you're unhappy in marriage. And I know my feelings for you are something more than puppy love!" .
"Oh-Ron...!" I moaned, as he moved his HOT lips towards my round aureole. "Ronaid sucked my tits into his mouth. We were standing in front of the open window. I allowed Ronald to guide me to the couch. I was lost in a wild moment of passion as he pushed me down on the cushion."
"BABY ... baby ... BABY! You don't know what you do to me!"
"Oh-Ron-let me go...!" I rasped.
"NEVER...!" Ron smiled. "It took me too damned long to get here. I'm not about to let you go until I've satisfied both of us!"
"Ronald subdued me with his hot and violent kisses. He had me laying helplessly on the couch while he pulled down my panties and removed every stitch of clothing from my body. Ronald caressed me for the longest while. He did not rush penetration. When he got around to it I was HOT and eager."
"On-Ron...," I gasped. "Ouww-put it IN. Oh-gawd-I want it so bad!"
"I know. So do I."
"Ronald slid his hand up between my quivering thighs. He fingered my slit a moment. He rubbed my budding clitoris around and around until it really protruded. It began to throb."
"MMMMMM-oh-mmmmmmmm!"
"Ronald guided his sizeable warm penis between my thighs. For the first time in ages I was being embraced by someone who really desired me. Someone who wanted me and needed me. Ronald worked his cock slowly inside of me, being careful to kiss me and smother me in affectionate embraces. Ronald kindled the strong flames of desire without really trying."
"Oh-LOVE ME...!" I moaned. "Oh LOVE ME!"
"I do-BABY. I do!"
"Ronald moved in deeper and deeper. He rotated his pelvis slowly, while pumping roughly inward. I clung to him with my lips, hands and vagina. I had him buried inside of me. I enjoyed every movement, every touch, every caress. For something that had only moments ago seemed wrong it now seemed wonderfully right and blissful. I had wanted it to happen all along. Now that the thought had turned into a reality I wanted to take every advantage of the opportunity to immerse myself in a full and total sexual experience."
"I moved my hands up and down over Ronald's fleshy buttocks. I moved my fingers between his cheeks. I probed his ass-hole with a wet and curious finger. I tickled his buttocks. I pushed downward impaling myself on a few more inches of his cock!"
"Dig me-BABY! Dig me!"
"MMMMMMM ... owwwww ... ohooooo!"
"Ronald pumped in harder strokes now that hip own desire was becoming more urgent. He moved his hips in circular motions. He was still kissing my lips and neck but most of his conscious effort was directed on pumping that hard meat-stick between my hot and urgent thighs. Ronald slid his hands under my buttocks. He mashed me roughly against his abdomen."
"Ummmmmmmm!"
"Oh-Nancy-you've done this to me-since I first came here...! I've never had the nerve until now. I guess your wanting me to end our private sessions made me reveal my true desires!"
"Ronald had me very close to my own climax. He pounded in and out, until his cock made those sloppy wet sounds inside my lubricated cunt. It sounded so very sensual and vulgar. But believe me those hot sensations going on inside my body were very real and intense. My clitoris was rubbing the base of his penis. I was being stimulated in every way."
"Come on-honey. Let's make it together!"
"Just then my whole body went rigid...," Nancy admitted. "I dug my sharp fingernails deep into Ronald's shoulders. I raked them along his sides as my pelvis shot upward. My vagina clamped down solidly on his throbbing dick. I exploded in a magnificent liquid orgasm. Our juices mingled. I was not afraid because I was wearing a diaphragm."
"Ronald kissed my breasts the longest while. He had me relaxed and in a very sensual mood. I sat up. Ronald pulled my hips towards the edge of the couch. He urged me to spread my thighs wide so that he could kneel between them."
"I want to FRENCH you ... Nancy...!" Ronald whispered, sliding down on the floor. "I want to suck those succulent pubic hairs until you go out of your mind with passion!"
"Oh-Ron...! "
"Please let me...!" Ronald pleaded. "I want to do it so much. I know that sucking a woman's pussy brings her so much more pleasure than just fucking her. I know how to use my mouth. Believe me I can get hot sucking a girl's pussy so that I don't have to touch myself to shoot off. Please let me do it. I know you won't regret it!"
"Who could object...?" Nancy gasped. "With that HOT kid chewing on my tits, running his tongue in and out of my belly button I was so damn vulnerable I wouldn't have objected if he had RAPED me! I caressed his wavy black hair as he moved in between my wide spread legs. I fondled his ears and whispered soft words of love. My husband had never once approached me in this manner. It had been years since anyone had touched me that way!"
"Go on..."
"Ronald first sucked my labia majora into his mouth. Then he began working his tongue over my labia minora. He sucked very hard. Then he began flicking his tongue back and forth over my small clitoris. As his tongue began working more and more deftly I felt the sensations of my clitoris swelling and becoming prominent with blood. When Ronald took it between his teeth, nibbling it like a wayward morsel, and when he sucked it into his mouth, I almost lost my mind!"
"OHOOOOO ... SUCK ME...!" I gasped.
"God-suck my cunt. SUCK IT!"
"Atta gal! Get HOT. Gawd-but you've got my rod standing up straighter than a flagpole. It's curving. It's about to spew. Gawd-I can't keep my hands off it. I've got to touch it. Make myself POP OFF!"
"As Ronald mouthed my cunt he was also jerking off his own throbbing penis! He held his firm cock between frozen fingers. He jiggled it back and forth, squeezing it. All of a sudden I saw a jet stream of sex liquid spilling on the floor!"
"Ron...," I gasped, pushing him away after my own orgasm. "My husband comes home soon. We've got to get dressed. You've got to get out of here!"
"I don't want to...," Ronald whispered, quickly dressing. "But I don't want to get you into any trouble. Is $2. enough. If you want more I'll be glad to pay more for the 'lessons' you've been giving me."
"I felt my face redden with anger...," Nancy blushed. "What do you think I am-the campus whore? I think we should forget this happened. Ronald-it's bound to come to a bad end!"
"Only if we let it...," the youth smiled, pressing two clean bills into my palm. "And I'm not about to. See you Thursday."
"Go on..."
"Ronald was not the only student. I guess it got all over campus that my husband and I had a sex problem. Ronald told me he knew my husband was a homosexual. He volunteered to give me all the love I needed. Naturally, being vulnerable, weak, and a woman I allowed him the freedom he wanted with me. I became Ronald's lover. He was frequently a guest in my home. We spent hours in bed together when I wasn't teaching the other students."
"Continue..."
"There were other boys too. Fine, young and athletic students with a plethora of hot unadulterated passions. And very few opportunities to release them. I formed a strong relationship with a boy named Tom who was studying law. He was even more virile and sensual than Ronald. He taught me the many pleasures of anal intercourse. He made me enjoy it from the rear while his fingers manipulated my clitoris. Sometimes he'd stick it first in my anus and then in my cunt from the behind position. He could ram it in one hole and into the other without missing a stroke. It made me come all over myself. So often that I experienced multiple orgasms!"
"I even had sex with this long-haired, dark Mexican student whose name was Manuel. Manuel was a virtual tiger who had to pump and pound for almost forty minutes before he shot his load. I think I dug Manuel the most. He was studying farming and agriculture in college and shoeing horses on the side to make money to go through school. I sometimes slipped him a few dollars when he was broke. He could not afford tutoring. Frankly-I tutored him and then we went to bed. He paid for his lessons by fucking me until I was almost senseless."
"Continue..."
"I did things with Manuel that I would do with no other man. I would make him lay on the bed. I would mount him with my knees on both sides of his abdomen. I would lean down and embrace his firm COCK between my pubic lips. I would slowly suck his cock up inside my body and begin slow gyrations up and down on it. Then I would move forward and urge that PRICK into my well-greased ass-hole. I would move up and down slowly. I would bend downwards and suck it a moment before forcing it into my cunt again. Then I would pump faster. Always naked, I allowed my hair to stream down over my hard nipples. Manuel would fondle my tits with his fingers and urge me on to greater efforts!"
"We would both come that way-with me on top in the aggressive position. Then Manuel would roll over and beg me to lick his ass-hole. I must say that I really enjoyed it. His flesh was a nut-brown color. It really turned me on. It made me so damned horny. I reamed out his ass with my tongue, then turned him over and ate his testicles and his prick. After a few moments of unrelenting passion Manuel shot his load into my mouth."
"Go on..."
"I sucked his penis until it was lifeless and limp...," Nancy blushed. "I ate his cock until it was almost RAW. Manuel was my favorite student. But there were many others who approached me for the specific purpose of instigating a sexual relationship. Even freshmen and sophomore boys with good scholastic records began coming to me for tutoring lessons. I heard hints of rumors on campus. I began to get frightened. I was worried that my husband might suspect the nature of my relations with some of my students. Or else, I thought maybe he knew and was keeping quiet because he was pleased. The boys quite openly jested about my husband. Philip often approached male students who were low on their grades. One student told me the only way he had passed intermediate philosophy was because he let my husband suck his cock. Right after that the youth, Jerry, informed me I was a much better cock-sucker!"
"I guess I feared a real scandal...," Nancy puffed. "And also that Philip might get caught enjoying his own brand of sexual pursuits and be fired from his profession. I knew most of the young boys on campus knew about me and how they could lay me if they approached me right. I began to become ashamed of my reputation. If I had limited my indiscretions to one student I would not have feared so much. But according to my own figures I was more popular than the campus whore. And cheaper. I felt degraded. I suddenly turned my students away without an explanation. Philip was curious why I gave up my tutoring. I told the boys
I felt on the verge of a nervous breakdown and could not go at it any longer."
"They were all disappointed. Some phoned me to offer advice and their professional services. I ignored their calls. One threatened to blackmail me. I laughed in his face. The boys all complained that it cost too much to wine and dine a college girl. Many complained that most college girls would only perform 'fellatio' while even fewer consented to copulation. I guess a lot of guys were horny and frustrated after spending all of their money on a uncooperative and only half-interested date. Anyway, I counted the fourteen boys with whom I had had sexual relationship. And, being quite honest, I had to admit to myself that I was not being very discreet."
"Continue..."
"Philip was becoming more indiscreet with his own perversions. I knew we were headed for trouble. Philip was toying with the idea of accepting a position with another big college. It was predominately a girls' college. I knew there would be less chance of involvement for both of us. I laughed one time when I realized that my husband and I were both interested in boys of approximately the same age. Young college youths between 19 and 20. We both wanted a talented and virile prick to call our own."
"I realized that Philip was in much need of analysis. But I knew he would never agree to consult you. In fact Philip doesn't even know
I suspect he is a homosexual. I don't know whether he's been this way all of his life, or if it is a recent development. I don't know whether to get a divorce or not. Obviously we are facing many problems which I had never suspected we would encounter. Right now I think it is imperative that we take a position at another college on account of the gossip that is bound to be circulating around about us."
"Doctor-I am willing to admit that I am confused. Because of our lousy sexual relations I find myself very vulnerable to handsome young boys who find me attractive. I don't know what to do-or which way to turn-can you help me...? "
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT
This case history shows the serious consequences that befall the housewife who is left lonely or sexually neglected by her husband. In this case history Nancy suspects her husband of indulging in homosexual activities since he pays little attention to her. She notes that her husband is found most frequently in the company of other men.
Nancy notes that her husband is in his forties, while she is in her mid-thirties. Medical authorities note that many men who undergo something very similar to female menopause often become homosexual in their desires.
In THE ILLUSTRATED ENCYCLOPEDIA OF SEX, Dr.s Willy, Vander and Fisher (Cadillac, New York, 1970) note...
"In addition to the temporary symptoms that mark the critical period, the masculine 'change of life' sometimes also brings about a profound change in the character and personality of a man ... In some men the direction of sexuality changes. Normal heterosexual men may at the period of the 'climacteric' suddenly develop homosexual tendencies."
Dr.'s Willy, Vander and Fisher in THE ILLUSTRATED ENCYCLOPEDIA OF SEX observe...,"Thus the view of those who hold that the critical age in men is a turning point towards perversion is not entirely without foundation."
Whether Nancy's husband has always been a practicing homosexual, or a bisexual who has suddenly found 'menopause' directing him towards those of his own sex we shall not presently discover. It is enough to note that Nancy has a sexual problem which arises as a result of her husband's neglect.
Nancy went into great detail concerning her sexual desires. She admits she is emotionally compatible with her husband but that they are worlds apart concerning their physical desires.
Nancy blames her husband as well as herself for succumbing to the advances of young men of college age. Nancy consulted me mostly because of the strong guilt feelings which she felt associated with her open promiscuity with the students. Nancy realizes that her own behavior, coupled with that of her husband, could cause quite a scandal on campus. Nancy admits she is urging her husband to transfer to another college. But she does not see this as the final solution to her problem.
I advised Nancy to bring her husband to my office where we could try to get at the root of their marital problem. Nancy informed me that if her husband is a confirmed homosexual she would like to file for a divorce.
Being a normally passioned woman Nancy realizes she cannot go on leading an asexual life. She does not fondly view the role she has presently placed herself in. As Nancy admits she would like to find a permanent happiness before it is too late. Nancy admits she cannot accept marriage to a homosexual but agrees that if analysis will help her husband she will stand by him in the hopes of creating a more harmonious, happy and secure relationship.
It remains to be seen how receptive her mate is to the suggestion of analysis and counseling. This marriage might easily lead to divorce if Nancy's husband refuses to abandon his homosexual habits or rejects the offer of professional help.
CHAPTER SIX
The Sensual Mother
The sensuous mother is an ever-growing problem on the American scene. Because the emphasis is on youth, and because all of our attention is focused on 'sexual appeal' men and women who are parents are also acutely aware of whether or not they are sexually attractive. Many mothers become obsessed by the desire to be appealing to adolescent boys the age of their own sons.
We have reached the point where America is becoming obsessed with Youth and Sex Appeal. Sexuality is being blasted on the radio and TV, through the media of cigarette commercials, diet aids, cosmetics and every other item of commercial interest. Sex is being used to sell the widest variety of American products. Even detergents are sold with a sensual pitch-noting that the woman who uses such and such a household detergent has soft and sensual hands. Such is the sad state of our everyday affairs.
Mothers are to blame, according to psychiatrists, for their children's promiscuous sexual behavior.
In THE BABY PRO'S by Barbara Hoffman (Mercury Publications, Cleveland) the author notes...
"Mother Seductive Permissiveness has been blamed as the cause of much premature promiscuity among the teenagers of today. Psychiatrists and Sociologists alike point to the status driven American Mother as the cause of many of their daughters' sexual capers."
Barbara Hoffman goes on to observe...
"Mom"-no longer exists. She has turned to slacks and sports cars, bikinis and extra-marital affairs. And with her transformation she has brought a change in the attitudes of her children. It's chic for the American mother to be very candid about sex. And when her candid information is often based on her own 'misinformation' she cannot help but contribute to her child's confusion, misinterpretation and sometimes her over-interest in sex at an age when a doll would be a more respectable playmate than a real, live male."
Obviously many mothers are not yet ready to sit back and become settled and middle-aged parents who direct the lives of their children. Many are convinced they owe it to themselves to appear even more youthful than their own daughters. Mothers are wearing mini-dresses, bikinis, dressing and acting in a licentious and revealing manner by flaunting their sexuality in a manner more obvious than even the most promiscuous teenager. Many drive sports cars, collect a plethora of speeding tickets and flirt openly with law officers. Many parents go so far as to indulge in sexual relations with adolescents not yet out of high school.
Barbara Johnson is such a mother. At the age of 33 Barbara hardly fits the description of a settled and sedate mother approaching maturity. Barbara wears mini-skirts and short shorts. Her breasts can be almost fully glimpsed above the tight halters from which her circular aureloa is frequently visible. Barbara, because of her extremely attractive features and her firm shapely legs remembers back to the days when she was voted the most beautiful girl in her senior class. Each year Barbara dreads the onset of old age and goes through elaborate efforts to emphasize her 'youthful' image.
I chanced to talk to Barbara's daughter, who seemed to be the first one to detect her mother's problem. Barbara consulted me first of her own free will and confessed that she had become sexually involved with a boy the age of her own son. Barbara sought help because her daughter, Sandy, had witnessed her having sexual relations with the youth. Barbara thought it might do good for me to talk to Sandy personally. She wished for me to assure her daughter that she had made a bad mistake but that she was mentally sane.
During the interview, Sandy, a freckled blonde-haired teenager who was quite attractive, informed me that her mother had a different wig for every day of the week. Sandy went into details about her mother's black satin underwear, her hot pants, and other articles of revealing dress. Sandy confessed that her brother often brought his friends home to work on cars in their garage. Sandy confessed she was ashamed for the boys to meet her mother.
"Sandy was always ashamed for me to go around Johnny's friends...," Barbara smiled, tugging at the hem of her short skirt. "It was funny how my own daughter acted around me. When she brought a date home with her to meet us she made sure I was never alone with him a single minute. It was as if my own daughter was resentful of the fact that I was pretty and attractive. I don't mean to be conceited doctor-but it's obvious to me that I'm not ugly."
"True..."
"My husband and I are about the same age. Mickey is a refrigeration engineer. He's also a part-time drunk. I don't know how he does it but the minute Mickey comes home he downs several martini's ... reads the paper ... while I cook supper. Then after dinner he gets stoned. He passes out on the couch. Because he snores so loud I never wake him up. As a result our sexual life is somewhat fouled up. Sometimes, even when he does try, he can't get a 'hard on' stiff enough to even get inside. Many nights Mickey has pumped off pounding his half-limp penis into a mattress. He's usually too stoned to know the difference."
"Have you talked to your husband concerning this problem?"
"You don't talk to Mickey about anything. He only screams at you. He slams a few doors. That's the end of it!"
"Did you ever seek the advice of a psychiatrist or a marriage counselor?"
"I didn't think I needed to until now. I realized how shocking the truth had been to my daughter. For her sake, and for my own, I've come to seek help."
"Tell me how it started."
"Mickey makes good money. He goes to frequent conventions. I guess he runs around on me a good bit. I don't care. I guess Sandy told you I have a wig for every day of the week. I have the most expensive clothes. I know how to wear them. I'm still young enough to be interested in SEX, doctor. You'd better believe that."
"The urge seldom dies even in old age!"
"I wish Mickey would grow up and act like a MAN. If he had listened to me maybe none of this would have happened. I have absolutely nothing to do all day. Mickey bought me a red MG for Christmas. A convertible. Johnny, our son, is always wanting to drive it. He only gets it when he goes out on dates. The rest of the time it is my special property. Johnny is fixing up his own car-an old Chrysler. He calls it a 'bomb car'. And it is. You'd be surprised how much time these kids spend on souped up autos. Every evening after school Johnny and five or six of his buddies get in the basement. They strip off parts of their cars. They repair them. It amazes me how kids so young know so much."
"How old is your son?"
"Johnny's sixteen. He's a handsome youth though a little thin for his age. But I'm proud to say he knows as much about auto repairs as any of the other boys."
"How old are his companions?"
"Sixteen to eighteen. Ummm-some are real handsome! Sometimes their girlfriends come over and they have a bash down in the basement in the garage."
"Are you on friendly terms with these boys?"
"Sure-I always make a habit to know my son's friends real well...," Barbara smiled. "I take them down coffee and tea. If you listen to Sandy you'd think I went downstairs and did the bumps and grinds followed by a strip show. The fact is in the summer I wear short shorts and a slim halter. Can I help it if one of the boys has an erection now and then."
"Didn't you deliberately set out to entice these kids?"
"Definitely not-doctor...!" Barbara argued. "Maybe subconsciously. But not deliberately. I went down there only to be nice to my son's friends. At least that was all I had on my mind. I guess after a while I got pretty chummy with the kids. Especially one big guy named Chris."
"Tell me how this happened."
"Well-the boys always come upstairs to wash their hands. They'd pull off their dirty tee shirts down in the basement. They'd come upstairs with no shirts on at all. I'd fix them some drinks of pop. Naturally I glanced at their handsome and muscular bodies. After looking at Mickey's fat paunch these kids looked real athletic. Chris had the broad muscles of someone who worked long hours on a road-gang. He wrestled on the high school team. All the guys ribbed him because he was the wrestling champion. He had sandy brown hair, medium blue eyes, a wide smile, full sensual lips and the kind of rugged features that made him popular with the girls. Chris had more than his share of girlfriends. My son resented him somewhat because his girl, Carla, seemed to dig Chris too. I was extra-nice to the boys because they were my son's friends. To show you how good these kids were my husband turned our family car loose with them when anything went wrong. And the kids always had it in shape in no time at all. Anyway when I got bored and had nothing to do I'd go down in the basement to watch the guys work. None of the kids paid much attention to me except Chris. His eyes followed me constantly. He looped his fingers through the belt hooks of his jeans. He'd stand with his legs spread wide, his fingers against his abdomen and he'd give me a knowing smile."
"Were the boys ever fresh with you?"
"Heavens-no...! " Barbara affirmed. "Chris gave me these long sensuous looks. Sometimes he'd glance down at the rising bulge beneath his white shorts. Sometimes he'd give me a leering smile. Now and then he'd place his thick hand on my shoulder. I'd feel the warmth of his touch. But Chris made no indecent gestures in the beginning. I guess he noticed me almost drooling when he'd go under a car and his legs and lower torso would be sticking out from underneath. Sometimes his cock got hard and with his trousers pulling tight against it, I often glimpsed every inch of his manhood. Sometimes when I was upstairs I could hear the boys teasing each other about having a 'hard-on'. But they never said anything indecent in front of me. Boys will be boys. I've seen my own son naked before. I never found the sight sexually arousing. It's funny how viewing Chris nude one day turned me on."
"How did this happen...? "
"Chris and Johnny often date together. I thought it was my Johnny in the shower downstairs cooling off because it was a hot summer day. I think nothing of going into the bathroom when my boy is showering. So on that day, when I had no idea that Chris was in the house, I jerked open the bathroom door. Just about that time Chris jerked back the shower curtain to see what the noise was. He confronted me with his penis in a full state of erection. It had soap around it. I knew immediately that Chris had been masturbating himself in the shower."
"Oh-Chris ... I'm sorry...!" I exclaimed, staring with wide open fascination at his penis. "I didn't know you were here!"
"That's okay...," Chris laughed. "Johnny has gone to buy some flowers for our dates. Hey-come here-bring me a towel."
"I fetched Chris a towel from the linen closet. It was obvious he was trying to hide his embarrassment. Chris draped the curtain around his middle and then he took the towel from my hand and wrapped it around his waist."
"Has your husband got an extra razor around here...?" Chris questioned, shaking the water from his wet hair.
"I reached in the medicine closet and got Chris a razor. It was obvious we were very much alone in the house. The shower is off from the den, which has the distinction of having a small TV and a twin bed. Chris smiled as he took the razor from my hand. I was wearing only short shorts and a thin yellow halter. Chris was looking right down the valley of my breasts. He was staring at the dark-tipped aureoles. Maybe if I had moved quicker nothing would have happened."
"Chris placed his wet hands on my bare shoulders. He stood next to me with the most intense expression in his eyes."
"You know we're all alone in this house, don't you...?" Chris smiled.
"I don't believe I'm in any great danger!"
"I wouldn't be so sure of that...," Chris chuckled, moving his hands down my waist. "You're a pretty attractive woman-Bobbie. I've been gazing at your thighs the last three months. Frankly-you're driving me crazy. You come down in the basement showing your cleavage. You've seen what happened to me a few times. What do you expect-you're an attractive woman?"
"I'm also old enough to be your mother! Now let me go!"
"Not so quick, lover lips...," Chris interrupted, jerking the towel from his midriff. "I've got something for you!"
"I was mesmerized as I found myself staring at that huge throbbing PENIS. My feet were glued to the floor. I could not move. It was the hardest, most beautiful seven and a half inches of prick that I had seen in ages. It looked so proud and defiant. So manly and aggressive. You can't imagine the effect it had on me. After several years of being only half-satisfied I was on the verge of swooning."
"Chris moved closer to me. He pressed that hard firm organ between my thighs. He bent my head back for a kiss. I gave in momentarily.
I yielded my mouth, lips and tongue. Chris guided me towards the twin bed. He was naked. I could not think rationally. When I finally realized what we were about to do and how easily my son might walk in on us I tried to push Chris away."
"NOOOOOO...!" I screamed. "DON'T Chris!"
"You want it-baby...!" Chris argued, twisting my arm. "Your son's told me how lousy your dad is. He drinks too much. Men that drink can't FUCK. I know-mom has the same problem. She runs around on dad. I want to do you a favor if you'll let me."
"OHooooo-nooooooo!"
"Suddenly Chris slapped my face. He pushed me down on the bed. He tore off my short shorts under which I wore no underpanties. Chris riveted his eyes on my pubic mound. His penis arched upward, curving like a bow. Chris ripped off my halter."
"Don't worry about Johnny coming back for a while...," Chris groaned, breathing heavily. "He's gone to talk to his girl too!"
"I guess you two arranged this?"
"Could be...! "
"Chris easily overpowered me. He was sucking my lips. Probing his tongue deep into my mouth. His hands moved over my breasts, massaging and squeezing. His lips moved downward as his warm hand slid between my thighs. Chris began caressing me violently. I was going out of my mind with pleasure. It had been years since anyone had touched me like that. Years of being faithful, bored and lonely. Chris sensed my need and my unsatisfied passions. These teenage boys have an uncanny instinct as if they are aware of their appeal to women like me. Chris knew I would not try to put him out of bed again. He knew it the moment I spread my thighs to him and guided his pounding dagger inward with soft fingers."
"Ummmmmmm...!" Chris whispered, nibbling my earlobe.
"Ohoooo-ohooooooo!, " I moaned. "How did you know I'd consent?"
"Easy ... you can't keep your eyes off my middle leg!"
"Don't be vulgar-Chris...!" I smiled, moving upward onto that forceful phallus. "It's not that obvious."
"Most women who are satisfied never notice a man's groin...," Chris laughed. "Those that aren't look there first and then take in the face. I'm kidding-but it's partly true you know."
"I didn't make the first move...! "
"No-but you sure are moving now-baby!, " Chris laughed, pumping in firm hard strokes. "Your pubic lips are grabbing my cock and holding it!"
"Chris-please...," I moaned. "I did not like the way he talked so vulgar. It made me sound like a steaming whore. Chris kissed me. He began moving with me. His hands moved under my buttocks. He pulled me tight up against his throbbing PRICK. I twisted my legs around his to achieve closer contact. I dug my long painted fingernails into his muscular shoulder."
"I could have subdued you with a Karate chop...! "
"I'm not fighting...," I gasped, tossing my head madly from side to side as Chris assaulted me with his rugged penis. "After you've gone so far resistance becomes useless!"
"God-you're tight...!" Chris praised. "I thought all women who had had children had big sloppy cunts!"
"Mine hasn't been used for a while!"
"I believe it...! "
"Chris made love to me skillfully and with the intention of taking me slowly until I was ready for my own orgasm. With Mickey it had always been his satisfaction that had counted the most. You could tell Chris had been around and that he prided himself on bringing his girlfriends climaxes."
"How long has it been since you popped off?"
"Ages. I've forgotten."
"Do you feel close...? " Chris questioned, making his strokes longer and more passionate. "Oh-boy-do you know how to move! I love the way your muscles clamp down and let me know I'm inside! Most girls don't take the time to give a guy that added little pleasure."
"Chris-it's been so long since a man has been this far into me that I'd try to hold him inside forever. You shouldn't have started this. I might want it more often than you're willing or able."
"Oh-don't worry .--" Chris smiled. "My batteries are heavy duty!"
"Chris-you can light my fire anytime you want!"
"I know...! "
"Chris gazed deeply into my eyes as he brought me the final few moments of pleasure as I climbed towards my peak. His eyes were full and liquid. They told me what words could not express. That he liked me for more than the sex I was giving him. They let me know he liked me as a woman. They also revealed that he was quite sure of himself as a man. I clung to him, grinding my own hips in circular motions. My body became rigid. Every muscle and nerve in my body felt like it was on fire!"
"OHOOO ... ummmmmm!, "' I screamed out "OWWWWW ... I'm co ... mi . . .ng!"
"Just then Chris' rigid body shot out a volley of hot liquid sperm between my thighs. I felt Chris' body go limp and collapse as he lay on top of me. I could feel his heart pounding against my breast."
"God-your husband doesn't know what he's missing...," Chris muttered, fondling my tits. "I'd rather suck your nipples than lick whisky from a cork anyday. It's a shame to let such a good woman go to waste."
"Chris and I clung together. Tightly. Whispering little endearments that made our relationship seem less sordid. I just had to reach down and caress his semi-limp penis. I moved my hands around it. I moved downward so that my shoulders were between Chris' thighs. I moved my lips towards that beautiful organ. Chris guided my head downward when he saw what I meant to do."
"Suck me-sugar...!" Chris whispered, guiding my lips down over his pounding passion.
"I sucked on that gorgeous COCK. My mouth and lips wanted to express their wet gratitude. I moved my lips downward as my tongue lashed back and forth over the head. I had almost the full length of that prong in my mouth when Chris began slowly pumping upward."
"Swallow the topping-honey...!" Chris groaned, pushing upwards on his buttocks. "Let it slide down your throat!"
"Chris' body went rigid. I felt his sex cream pouring down my lips. I savored him with my tongue. I sucked his cock until it went limp and could not expel any more liquid."
"We'd better get dressed...," Chris smiled, kissing me lightly. "Johnny won't stay gone forever."
"Does he know...? "
"Not really...! "
"I felt guilty afterwards...," Barbara admitted. "But the feeling of satisfaction and contentment, the mild tingle between my thighs and the liquidity that I encountered whenever my fingers probed into that warm region made me glad that I had succumbed. I realized I was no more guilty than my husband. He was responsible. I did not share in his solitary pleasures and I could not condemn myself to a life of sexual neglect."
"Chris was very careful about how he acted around me when he came over the following day. He smiled. Then he got under one of the cars and went to work. I stayed upstairs, in the bathroom, masturbating, while thinking of how my breasts still ached where he had kissed me."
"The next day at noon Chris phoned me at the house...," Barbara frowned. "He said his car was broke down and for me to come and pick him up near the woods down from the school. I asked no questions. I was just there. Chris asked me to slide over in the drivers seat. He got in. He drove me to the secluded patch of woods. He pulled me outside the car. For the next hour and a half we made love naked in the grass. Then I drove Chris back to his car, after finding there was nothing wrong with it, and sped home. My daughter, Sandy, was furious because I did not have dinner fixed early."
"I became more friendly with all of the boys. I frequently touched them. They often touched me with affection. I noticed Chris eyeing me jealously now and then. I smiled, glancing at his crotch. And I winked. I guess it became pretty obvious that Chris and I were having a thing together. We became quite openly reckless I guess. Anyway, one day when I thought Sandy was going to basketball practice she came home early and caught me and Chris in bed together. Sandy screamed with surprise. She fled from the house. When she came back and Chris was gone she said nothing. But she would not look at me."
"I realize now that I have a problem...," Barbara confirmed. "Sandy stopped bringing her boyfriends home. Her father was always so drunk. It was embarassing to her. I guess maybe she thought I might make a pass at her boyfriend. So I called you to make an appointment when I realized I needed help."
"Have you stopped meeting Chris?"
"Yes-I told him I was going to a psychiatrist because I felt so guilty. He got mad. He told me to go to hell. He never came around anymore. Johnny wonders why. But he says nothing. Lately Sandy has been working on her dad to sober up and make us a family again. Mickey groans a lot. But I think he's listening. I hope so. If it weren't for the kids I'd have divorced him long ago. We could have had such a beautiful relationship with a little effort. I'm willing to try again if Mickey will. Sandy keeps pestering her dad to take us to dinner. I have Mickey's promise that he won't drink anything tonight when he takes us to a nice restaurant. I hope afterwards he feels up to making love to me. I feel terribly in the mood.
I'm going to be extra nice and thoughtful when we have sex. I've decided I'm going to suck his penis to show him I love him. Funny-but we often fought over oral sex at times. But now I realize I have to give in too. And believe me, doctor, I'm going to. This marriage is too important to me and the kids to break up. Do you think that a wife who's gone astray can make it up to her husband if she tries extra hard...? "
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT
Adultery is most always followed by some experience or expression of guilt. Even the most hardened adulterers feel that they are doing wrong now and then. Their reason and conscience however are most often swayed by their strong physical desires.
There are many factors which led Barbara to submit to the advances of an adolescent many years younger than herself. The main factor is that she was not satisfied by her husband at home. This is frequently the complaint of the adulterous wife no matter what the age of her sexual partner.
In THE PROMISCUOUS WIFE Roger Blake observes...,"Marriage counselors and analysts today are continually faced by the repentant wife who has almost been forced into seeking sex relations outside her home because of an ineffective husband. Instead of trying to talk the problem over with her spouse in the first place, she tries to find a remedy in an extra-marital affair, only to discover herself on the psychoanalyst's couch with a nervous breakdown because of resulting guilt-feelings." (2)
In many cases an adulterous wife is the direct result of the husband's ineffectual love-making techniques. Though many wives feel their husbands are responsible they nonetheless may be plagued by strong feelings of guilt afterwards. Many authorities realize that the husband is partly to blame for the wife's promiscuous behavior.
In THE PROMISCUOUS WIFE Roger Blake states...,"The picture of the red-blooded American male as the world's greatest SEDUCER of women may not be too inaccurate. But as a LOVER, he ranks about the worlds worst! It is simply not enough for the male to pursue, woo and win a female, i.e., to get her into bed. It is how he performs after that which determines whether or not he will keep her; or, since they may be already married, whether she will be satisfied in her sex relations." (2)
Obviously a man who sleeps on the couch night after night and remains constantly inebriated is not fulfilling his duties as a husband. I explained this to Barbara in order to lessen her guilt. I also explained to her and to her daughter the motivations behind her behavior. Sandy agreed to forgive her mother and forget the incident.
Sandy admitted she was encouraging her father to stay sober more often. She said they never saw Chris in their home after that. Barbara testifies her husband is trying to put more meaning into their sexual relationship. Barbara consulted me in surprise while showing me two tickets reserving them a place on a trip to Bermuda. Sandy quickly assured her mother that she and her brother could stay home alone without getting into trouble.
At this point Barbara has quit consulting me. She stated that if she felt she had any problems after she returned from the trip that she would call. Otherwise we both agreed she had little need of counseling since her problems seemed to be solving themselves in their own way with the cooperation of every member of the family.
It often takes mistakes such as these to revitalize a sagging marriage. Often it is shocking to a mature woman to look back and realize that she lusted after an adolescent. The files of many analysts are filled with such testimonies. It seems only natural that a sexually deprived woman might find a young, handsome and virile youth sexually attractive.
