"We'd heard talk there was a sex club forming if enough kids of both sexes were interested. But I guess it was just someone trying to eavesdrop on conversations to see if enough interest was prevalent to form such a club. Apparently the idea was a bust, for the rumors stopped a few weeks later....
"I hadn't dated a boy since Richard, so Helen arranged a "blind date' for me with a boy named Joe. I would be Joe's date and she and Tommy would double-date with us. I agreed, holding reservations about my blind date.
"The double date that Saturday night was to a drive-in movie.
"It turned out that Joe was surprisingly handsome and had long, wavy blondish hair, blue eyes, and a trim, muscular physique which any athlete would have envied. He was older than Helen and me, or her date, Tommy, and possessed that older suave manner which flattered me and turned me on, in that order.
"Joe, it turned out, was 20, was a dropout who had gotten himself a job in a gas station and thus had some extra bread to spend. We went to the drive-in in Joe's car, a sleek-looking, gold '68 Ford. And right away I could see Helen's green eyes turn even greener with envy as she too got better acquainted with Joe. Man, he was the most!
"Anyway, we went to this drive-in movie on the edge of town, an X-rated twin bill affair where the management wanted your dough more than your I.D. and right age. Joe paid for everybody, then drove his car to a secluded spot on the back row and parked beside a speaker. He killed the engine and parking lights, and his arms were around me before I could even mention anything about his hauling in the speaker so we could hear. But, to be honest, from the moment his arms encircled me and he kissed me I never did know what the two films were about that night.
"Joe French-kissed me in a way that sent me and nearly didn't bring me back. I'd never until then been French-kissed like that before, where the boy's tongue worked like a boy's penis. Weird. But when Joe kissed me like that, I melted.
"But I didn't let on for a minute to Joe how good his kisses were and how they steamed me up. I responded by sucking his probing tongue, raking it gently with my teeth, and then drove my own tongue deep inside his mouth and wormed it all around to get him as excited as he'd gotten me.
"Then, suddenly, I wanted Joe to fuck me; I mean I really wanted him, and if he'd fucked me then and there he wouldn't have met with the slightest bit of resistance from me whatsoever.
"I felt the hot wetness around my cunny. I was wearing a knit pullover blouse and a skirt, bra and panties. I never wore slips unless I really dressed up to go somewhere special. I was trembling all over, and I guess I was starting to make some kind of weird noises, because Tommy said something from the back seat and Joe chuckled softly.
"I was up against Joe, you know, just twisted around in the front seat and laying flush against him, from thighs to shoulders. We went into another long tongue-wrestling clinch and Joe's strong hot hands pulled up my blouse and unclasped my bra. He did it gently, easily. I mean just click-snap and my bra was loose and riding down my arms. Then his big hot hands began squeezing my titties, first one and then the other, while his fingers worked at the hardened nipples. All of this, while he continued to French-kiss me!
"I got so hot for him I started to shake. I couldn't hold still, so I drove my hips back and forth against him, moaning every time his big hard on pushed into my belly. Like I said, I was no longer a virgin, but letting Joe make love to me like this made me feel different-different than anything I'd ever felt before. I mean, man, what he was doing to me was even better than when Paul and Harry and Richard and Helen had sexually pleased me-and he, Joe, hadn't even progressed that far yet!
"Then Joe would unhand my titties every so often and fan one of his hot hands down over my tummy, down inside the elastic band of my panties, where his fingers would pause to toy around with my curly pile of pubic hair. His other hand would run up and down my back, and around, to squeeze my titty again. I made funny sounds and my body jumped and jerked with the blazing passion I had for him. Then his hand went all the way down into my crotch and one of his fingers gently caressed the lips of my cunny and toyed with my clit, before it finally eased up inside of me, all the way to his knuckles, and started to work in and out of me.
"I know everybody in the car could hear me gasp and moan my appreciation of what Joe's finger was doing to me, and I didn't care. I didn't care if the whole damned world heard me-so long as he kept on pleasing me!
"Perhaps instinctively, I reached out and down and squeezed the big lump in the front of Joe's pants. I heard his sharp intake of breath and knew that he liked for me to play with him. His finger in me moved more rapidly and my hand did likewise to the bulge in his pants.
"Then Joe suddenly eased me over a bit on the seat and slid out from beneath the steering wheel. He hauled me flush against him, and forced my legs apart, so that the big bulge in his pants pushed against my crotch. "Ohhh, baby!" he whispered hotly in my ear. I gotta have you baby, all the way-now!'
"I kissed him harder and gave his big cock a harder caress. I was too emotionally choked up to say anything, so I just vigorously nodded my assent. He got both his hands up underneath my skirt and peeled my panties off. I lifted my fanny a bit to help him, at the same time unzippering his fly, and used both hands to push down his jockey shorts and expose his pounding big penis and full hairy balls.
"Joe's finger went to work in my cunny again, in and out, in and out, until I suddenly got this familiar funny feeling inside, one I couldn't seem to control. A little more fingering on Joe's part and I was jerking and twitching and gasping as things inside me loosened and got his hand and the seat wet as they rushed out of my cunny.
"I heard Joe mutter a cuss word or two and reach for his handkerchief. But I didn't care. I felt too wonderful. I could only think of how wonderful he'd made me feel and how wonderful I now intended to make him feel in return.
"I pumped on his big penis with one hand while caressing and tickling his balls with the other. I heard Helen say something from the back seat but was too intent upon pleasing Joe to pay her any attention. I stared down and watched my hand move up and down on his big penis, watched the skin move back and forth over the plum-shaped head. And then, suddenly, I just couldn't resist the urge to bend down and kiss his cock, up and down the vein-gorged shaft, all over the hot glans, as my hand continued to squeeze and pump its base. I knew how much Joe enjoyed what I was doing by the sighs and sounds of ecstasy he uttered, and the way his body jerked and trembled and his hips moved as my lips touched him.
"I knew if I kept playing with Joe's genitals he would soon shoot off, maybe all over me. I didn't want to get mussed up, so I let Joe push me back against the door on my side, and opened my legs wide as he eased forward. I thought about asking him if he had any rubbers, if he wanted me to masturbate him first, but was too enthralled with his masterfulness to think of anything except what was happening. I felt the big head of his prick against my cunny, and then felt it enter my body and gorge my vagina clear to his balls. I heard my own voice making with ecstatic sounds of love as I moved my pelvis in time with his lunges. I gripped his hips and thighs to control the depth of his lunges inside me. I'd once heard a girl say that her boyfriend had fucked her and that his big cock had "hit bottom' and it had hurt her. I didn't want Joe hitting bottom and hurting me, but despite my attempts to control the depth of his virile plunges he did hit bottom in me twice, anyway, and, surprisingly-it didn't hurt a bit!
"Then that funny feeling tickled my insides again and built higher and higher until it released-just as Joe's cock spurted jet after jet of hot semen in me. Then Joe's penis collapsed, like, I mean immediately, and slithered out of me. Then he was just hunched over in a sitting position between my legs, panting hard against my breasts.
"I pushed Joe back and eased away from him and sat up and started smoothing out my blouse and skirt. I was also afraid now, having lost my head and allowed him to go off in me without wearing a rubber. Or yanking. It was also then that I heard Helen and Tommy-with voices low-arguing. Tommy kept saying, 'Well, they did it, didn't they? So why can't we do likewise? Huh?' I guess Helen had chickened out about letting Tommy fuck her or something. Anyway, she opened the door and jumped out of the car and headed off toward the restrooms. Poor Tommy was sitting back there cussing under his breath. I glanced back and saw his prick was out and standing tall and proud like a flagpole. It looked longer and bigger around than Joe's, and even the head of it looked bigger. I couldn't help but smile at him. 'I'm sorry, Tommy,' I said, or something like that. And I truly did feel sorry for him, for I'd learned much earlier from brother Paul what a 'stone-ache' does to a boy, how much it hurts.
" 'Hey,' chirped Tommy, 'if Joe, there, don't mind, maybe you could do something to help me,' he said to me. I blushed, noted the sly wink he gave Joe.
"I looked at Joe. He smilingly shrugged, left it strictly up to me.
"Then Tommy reached over the seat and grabbed my hand. He was in a bad way, he really was. He didn't say anything else to me, but I knew what he wanted. I climbed into the back seat with Tommy and started playing with his big cock and balls while he held me close. I think all I had in mind was to help him with my hand, you know, masturbate him. He was Helen's boy friend, after all.
"I started to pump his big rod and squeeze his testes while he leaned back and started bouncing his hips up and down in time with my hand movements. He muttered all kinds of nice things to me, and then started playing with my bare titties underneath my blouse. His hands weren't as big and strong as Joe's, but they did the right things to get me hotter than hell in a hurry. So hot, in fact, I forgot. I leaned down and started kissing his prick and balls.
"I thought Tommy was going to blow his mind-let alone his peter-when I ran my lips up and down his vein-gorged manly staff and sucked on the head of it-all the time squeezing the base of him with one hand while my other pressed and cupped and tickled his balls. Then Tommy's hips started to violently" buck up and down as he drove more and more of his penis deeper in my throat. I'd forgotten about Joe, even Helen, momentarily in my reverie of pleasing Tommy-until I suddenly felt Joe's big prick lance into my cunny from behind, and realized he was in the back seat sharing me now with Tommy...."
The above case history was experienced by an eighteen-year-old high school senior whom we'll call Wanda. Her doctor states that Wanda has "exhibited the nymphomaniac syndrome" since the age of 13. She had eventually confessed to him that she had had sexual relations with her big brother, in one form or another, since she was eleven. She admitted that while her brother had always experienced sexual climaxes, she had not. Through her brother she had met several other boys, all older, and had had sex relations with two of them. This latter was when she was 15 and 16, but in her words "both boys rabbited and left me frustrated, and I didn't have anything to do with boys after that until Hal, my brother, left for the Marine Corps and the loneliness I suddenly felt forced me to accept dates again." This brings us to the present and to her dates with a senior letterman in athletics named Harry, who tried to get fresh with her, and whom she refused, for fear of being frustrated again, and her eventual "blind" date with Joe and sexual satisfaction she obtained from him and her girl friend's steady, Tommy.
But whereas Wanda's case history is supposedly one of nymphomania, is it, really? In light of the recent research in multiorgasmic experiences of females, can we truly brand Wanda a nymphomaniac purely on her testimony alone?
According to the Masters-Johnson findings, any woman should be capable of sexual response and satisfaction that Wanda had with Joe and Tommy. Yet, by her own admission, Wanda was not fully satisfied. She confessed she could have had a continuous sex affair with Joe and Tommy all night, had it not been for her girl friend, Helen, intruding. She also confessed her eagerness to start a sex-club for teenagers, with Joe and Tommy using her as their "sex target" until other girls and boys could be recruited into the club. Which brings us to another highly interesting subject: teenagers' sex clubs (the kind Wanda will help form in later chapters in this book).
There seems no doubt that high-school sex clubs are currently on the increase all over the nation and, for that matter, all over the world. And the practices indulged in are among the most abnormal and depraved imaginable. In almost every culture, from Europe, Asia, and Africa, there is a trend among teenagers in civilized societies toward the kind of sexual freedom and group-sex activity that was once a distinct rarity except in the most impoverished low-class areas.
Today, the excesses practiced by high-school sex clubs in posh suburbs and the great middle-class residential neighborhoods rival the most bizarre cases of group sex and teenage incest that often run rampant in the ghetto.
And although the general liberalization of attitudes towards sexual relations by young and old alike is undoubtedly responsible for much of this club activity, there is a clear and distinct difference involved. The general increase in pregnancies among high-school and junior high-school girls, for example, stems largely from simple couple relations-either a "serious" love affair or outright promiscuity, but still a relationship that includes only two individuals.
We hear that in many schools, something approaching a majority of the girls will perform oral sex acts upon certain boys they like (exampled by Wanda's first oralism of the boy named Tommy), that they gain a valued reputation as a good "hand job" or "blow job" or allow complete freedom of breast play on a date or in scheduled areas after school.
But these are not group or club-like activities, the often carefully organized cliques that hold regular meetings, outright sex orgies, and rites of initiation that sometimes exceed the imaginative and innovative sex games of today's adult "swingers." High-school sex clubs, as opposed to general promiscuity among teenagers, stem from different motivational factors in most cases.
Sometimes this group activity is inspired by an insatiable loneliness, a desperate craving for affection that no single human being can provide. As with many adult wife-swappers and group-sex enthusiasts, and many of the hippies, there is a need for intensified "togetherness," the strong feel of flesh upon flesh that was so vividly demonstrated by the more seriously disturbed and institutionalized children of "Warrendale." The alienation that today's emotionally unstable youth often feels simply cannot be satisfied or mollified by a normal boy-girl relationship but demands what might be termed as "total physical attention."
This is particularly true of many teenaged girls (Wanda's case is an example), some of them really beautiful and already popular in the normal sense, who demand more attention and affection than routine acceptance and popularity can give them (as we'll see in Wanda's case in future chapters of this book). And the physical roots, the fundamental causes, of this need are many and varied.
One girl feels unloved by her parents and seeks love and companionship through club sex. Another is smothered by too much love and affection at home and comes to fear parental love, perhaps associating it with the incest wish. Yet the need for physical love has been successfully kindled and fired and she thrives on being the center of attention in an environment capable of meeting her physical as well as her egotistic needs.
Those teenagers raised in repressive, strict, and moralistic home environment often seek the very worst of the "forbidden." The attractiveness of evil draws them like a magnet to the high-school sex club simply because it is more "evil" than being generally promiscuous with one love partner at a time.
Conversely, the child of permissive parents, who themselves practice group sex and other abnormalities, learns that he is physically capable of enjoying the same physical delights of depravity as his parents. And because of their attitude, he sees nothing wrong in the indulgence of group sex or club activities, so he or she either pursues or starts up such activities.
The formation of a high-school sex club is a study in itself, and the methods are as varied as the clubs which emerge. Often, a single person, a couple, or a very small group, will deliberately plan a club arrangement and set out to seduce as many acceptable recruits as possible. Other clubs erupt spontaneously from a wild weekend party without adult supervision, and become organized into a regular club thereafter.
Formerly, it was usually a boy-perhaps a dropout, older than the rest-who masterminded the organization of these club groups. However, today it may be more often the joint venture of boy and girl (which we will discuss later in this work), a single girl, or even a group of girls who find that sex en masse is the one thing that will draw attention to them and relieve their boredom with life.
Lesbian and homosexual clubs also flourish on a scale far greater than ever before. As might be suspected, they are more common at the exclusive and not-so-exclusive private and military or prep schools where enrollment is limited to those of the same sex. Girls' schools have always been the setting for much lesbian fantasy and fiction, for instance, but one of the facets gleaned in this study reveals, in a startling behavior report, that there is indeed a great deal of truth to these stories.
"Girls become more serious about their relationships," says Albert Ellis. "They want to become more serious and establish a meaningful relationship. And this can-and is-established within a club-like framework because of the commonality of the problem and the deep confidences and devotions, the affectionate feelings so many girls feel they can share with one another, but not with a boy."
Unscrupulous adults are often found to be behind the formation of today's high-school sex clubs, particularly if they can profit both financially and pleasurably from such arrangements. The drug pusher, the bootlegger, the "dirty picture" makers, the older men who lust after very young boys and girls-all may gain much from helping to create a club or by infiltrating one that is already in existence.
In Chicago, for example, a man owned a small drug-and-liquor store combination, which was near a large high school. He allowed high-school students to use a large back room with twin beds in it for their regular afternoon sex orgies. He would ply the sex-crazed teenagers with liquor or "pot" or both, perform deviant sex acts with them (his particular "kick" was cunnilingus and analingus on girls of fourteen and fifteen while being fellated by another of their promiscuous set), and then secretly take photos (stills) and movies of their girl-boy group activities on the twin beds through a two-way mirror affixed to the wall. He encouraged the kids to watch themselves in the mirror as an extra "fillip" to their hot lovemaking, thus directing them to play unconsciously to the "eyes" of the camera.
With the entrance of the hippie element into some of today's high-school sex clubs, the usage of marihuana and psychedelic drugs has also entered the picture, along with the showing of "stag party" films (many procured from unposed-for group-sex activities as were photographed by the store proprietor in Chicago, who, it is understood, makes a "killing" in sales from his films). Although most of the drugs involved have been classified as physically nonaddictive, the types of teenagers who migrate to sex-club activities may often be the most vulnerable to psychological addiction to these drugs. And they may also react in strangely violent and antisocial manners while under their influence. Some have walked out into the streets naked, jumped from windows several floors high, climbed trees or scaled buildings in the nude, or tried sexual acts of some kind at high noon in public parks.
They are looking for a way out, an escape from life. And once they discover that multiple, deviant sexual activities in large and exhausting doses will not solve their problems, but will give them even worse hang-ups, they go to drugs for escapist and/or supplementary "kicks." In addition to psychological addiction and often violent behavior that can cause physical injury to themselves or others, they may seek more relief in the form of the "hard stuff," physically addictive drugs that completely enslave them.
From there, the road for teenagers, especially girls, leads to stealing, prostitution, posing for and acting in obscene photo series and movies, and pimping. What began as a "kick" from joining a sex club may end up in a fate worse than death as, for example, a beautiful 16-year-old brunette finds herself the complete sex-stave of a man who feeds her drugs and rents her out by the hour to perverts who may literally mutilate her fresh young body for the right price.
There is no way to estimate, with anything approaching accuracy, the actual number of school youth engaged in club sexual activity today, but we do know that an estimated 80 percent of all males and about 40 percent of all females have experienced some kind of interpersonal sexual intercourse to orgasm between the ages of 10 and 20, the minimum and maximum ages that we may reasonably expect the children of today to be attending high school or junior high school.
Among these, it is found that the organized group or sex club plays a vital part in all segments of our society, from the posh private and upper-income level neighborhood schools to the poorest of urban-ghetto and rural schools. And the case history and behavioral research contained in this work is so varied and complex that it almost defies classification or categorization.
Members of a teenage sex club with boys and girls may still practice homosexual acts to varying degrees. Girls may form and direct a club, the leadership may be divided, almost nonexistent, or a club operation may be meticulously organized and planned down to the last minute detail. Yet each club with a clearly definable characteristic contains at least elements of so many other qualities that it is impossible to properly classify and categorize them for this work.
Although it was observed that most of such activity among the vast middle class exists in abundance, there is a great amount of high-school sex-club participation in the ghetto and among the exclusive upper classes that demands more attention, often because of its uniqueness of quality and psychological motivation, the sociological influences involved, and the disproportionate amount of participation.
Naturally the names of the characters portrayed in factual case histories have been changed to protect the innocent from undue publicity and embarrassment.
CHAPTER ONE
Richard Takes Wanda
"They say that you become what you are because of your childhood. I don't know whether that applies to me or not, because I can only remember that when I was young we moved around a lot. My father was a radio broadcasting executive and was often transferred from city to city, or state to state, wherever one of the radio stations owned by the big syndicate he worked for needed bolstering up and demanded his expertise and services. Thus Mother was left with the task of trying to raise Paul (my older brother) and me; and at the same time she had to work (when she wasn't packing up to move) so that she could help clothe and feed Paul and me whenever Dad was on the road for sometimes two or three weeks at a time.
"But we finally stopped moving around and settled down permanently in a small Ohio city (where we still reside today), and Paul and I finished our growing up and schooling here.
"It was one real hot night in July, as I recall, after Mom and Dad had departed for the evening for a big dinner and awards event thrown by his broadcasting company, that Paul and I (I was about twelve then and he was fourteen) got bored of working a jigsaw puzzle together and decided to do something more "daring and exciting." Like, going up to my bedroom and playing like we were man and wife, in my bed, except with our clothes on and not carrying the sex thing too far to be sorry over.
"Paul and I went up to my room, located in the front of the house where we can hear anybody come up outside, and got into my bed with our clothes on and the lights turned off. And before we could begin anything like hugging and kissing (like we usually did) a big thunderstorm came up; lightning flashed and cast its bright glare into my room and the following thunderclap made our house shake.
"I'd always been deathly afraid of thunderstorms (I guess it's because my mother always was afraid of them, too) and every time it started to storm I would jump into my bed and pull the covers up over my head. And I'd say my prayers and lay there trembling until the storm had passed and the flashes of lightning and loud thunderclaps were all over.
"So that particular night, when the storm broke so suddenly, I wrenched away from Paul and tugged the sheet up over my head. Paul laughed and called me a 'big sissy,' but I didn't care. I was too scared. But when he lay flush against me and put his strong arms around me, I suddenly lost a lot of my fear and began to feel much better. Then it wasn't long before Paul's fingers began to move and wiggle against my front-and I liked that, too.
"Then, for the first time since we'd played this game of 'man and wife' Paul's fingers fanned and closed over my titties; and because they felt so nice, I didn't get riled and push them away.
"After a couple of minutes Paul snuggled even closer against my backside, and I could feel something stiff and hard jammed against the crack of my buttocks. I felt Paul pushing even tighter against me, and moving his hips back and forth against me.
"Like, man, I loved it! I liked the feeling of his 'manliness' around me, his hands working on my titties, his hard penis (in his jeans yet) jamming into the crack of my fanny.
"My body started tingling all over. I was suddenly safe and secure from the storm, and very warm and happy. I slipped out one arm and shoved down the sheet. Another flash of lightning illuminated my room, and the tremendous crash of thunder following it made me flip over and press close in Paul's arms. Several more flashes of lightning followed by peals of rumbling thunder shook the house, but I felt smug and safe in Paul's arms, even though I couldn't help trembling a little. I could also see the big bulge in the front of Paul's jeans and became so intrigued with it and the feel of it poking between my legs I nearly forgot about the storm!
"Then Paul said softly, 'Sis, it would feel lots better if we both had our clothes off. I mean, more like we were man and wife-especially with this storm outside.'
"As if in answer to his suggestion another bright flash of lightning lit up the room, the thunderclap following it frightening in the darkness. Yet, I wasn't afraid of the storm anymore; like I said, I was more concerned with that big lump in the front of Paul's jeans.
"'What say, sis? Do we undress?' I shyly replied I didn't know and this seemed to give him the incentive he needed. He sat up and unbuttoned his shirt and took it off and flung it on the floor. Then he undid his jeans and slipped them off and let them fall on top of his shirt. He had taken off his shoes, as had I, when we first got into bed and now he lay on his back beside me clad only in his socks and white jockey shorts. And the bulge in the latter seemed greater than when it was in his jeans, and I could see it bounce as his muscles contracted and got it harder.
"His brazen actions sparked the same bold challenge within me. I sat up and divested myself of every stitch of clothing except for my socks and panties. I blushed as he stared at me, as the bulge in his shorts got harder and longer. 'Hey, sis!' he gasped excitedly. 'You're really built!'
"I giggled, but never once did I cover my breasts from his lusting gaze. I think I knew then what to expect, what each of us might expect from the other in a sexual way despite our youth and the fact that we were brother and sister.
"'Maybe,' and I tittered softly, 'maybe I should help push off your shorts so's that "swelling" will feel better?'
"Paul agreed my suggestion was a wise one, but warned me not to 'get scared when you see what's underneath.' I giggled again, told him I wouldn't be scared and started pushing down and then tugging off his jock-shorts as he squirmed and raised his butt and legs to help me. I then sat looking at my brother's big peter, standing upright from the hairy base of his body like a flagpole, jerking and jumping as his muscles strained each time he moved.
"'Want to play with it?' Paul asked eagerly. I nodded, telling him I would play with his big peter if he in turn would play with me. He agreed instantly. In fact, as I sat there and gripped his peter with both hands-one on top of the other, like I was holding a baseball bat-and squeezed it, liking the feel of it in my hands, both his hands rose to my breasts and he began gently to squeeze them and pinch the nipples.
"I shuddered with thrilling passion. I gently began to work one hand up and down on his peter, watching the skin come over its head and then expose it again, while I squeezed the base of it with my other hand and the place where the full, hairy balls joined the base of his cock. Paul moaned and gasped with delight and told me how wonderful I was to be cooperative like this, in our game of 'man and wife' which had now surpassed anything we'd ever done before.
"As his hands continued to work my titties and excite me, my hands worked with more rapidity on him. I knew enough about the birds and bees to know what made babies and how, but right then I wanted to be sure what I'd heard was correct by making Paul shoot his load and then looking at the milky stuff after he did.
"'Ohhhh, sisss!' Paul moaned out loud. 'Criminy! You-you're making me ... cummm!'
"I grinned and pumped his rod harder, simultaneously cupping and pressing his balls and tickling underneath them with my forefinger. Paul's hands suddenly left my titties and he gripped the bed and half sat up as his penis throbbed mightily and shot forth spurt after spurt of hot, gooey, milky, colored semen. I used his handkerchief to catch most of it, thereby keeping his seed stains off my bedsheets as well as myself. I kept milking his big wildly throbbing prick with one hand while I held the handkerchief over its end and kept catching his come in it.
"Finally Paul uttered a whooshing gasp of contented delight and flopped back on the bed with his hands braced behind his head. His prick was still upstanding, but was pretty wilted compared to the virile organ it had been prior to his orgasm. But it was plainly evident that he had enjoyed my masturbating him, and this made me feel good all over and much closer to him.
"After a thorough inspection of Paul's spent seed in the handkerchief, I was satisfied that what I had heard was true; a boy's semen truly is what makes a baby. I also was satisfied we would have to be very careful in our sexual playing around with each other, not let things ever get out of control so we would forget about caution and go all the way and get me knocked up. It was wrong for Paul and me, as brother and sister, to be having sex relations with each other, let alone going all the way and-! I cringed to think what would hap pen if Paul got me pregnant and our folks found out.
"'Well?' I realized suddenly that Paul was grinning as he spoke. " 'Well, what?'
"" 'You ready now for me to play with you?' " 'I-I don't know. I mean, I'm not sure if I want to now.'
"'Why?' There was concern in his tone. 'You're not mad because I-went off, are you? Like, it felt so darned good, sis, I-I just couldn't help myself! Besides, you didn't seem to mind, what with catchin' my come in that handkerchief and working my peter until it was practically dry.'
"I didn't like his closing comment, but chose not to argue the point at this time. I smiled and shrugged and agreed to let him play with me.
"Paul took me in his arms and held me close to him while his hands gently cruised up and down my back and over the cheeks of my fanny. I could feel his peter getting hard again against me, but this time it was his turn to do the playing bit and make me happy.
"I caught and held my breath as I felt his hand at my hip. He pulled at it and I didn't resist. I turned so that I was lying on my back beside him. His hand fanned over the bottom of my stomach, and then his fingers wormed down through my pubic hairs to my cunny. It felt so good I started breathing faster.
"His lips touched the side of my neck, my cheek, and then fastened on my mouth. I felt the tip of his tongue meet mine and opened my mouth to let him in. His tongue worked in and out of my mouth as I sucked on it and raked it with my teeth. Then his mouth left mine and fastened over the top of one of my tits, his tongue working the hard nipple and sending jolt after jolt of thrilling rapture through me. I could feel his big peter-long, hard and throbbing-against my thigh, but didn't play with it. I was enjoying too much what he was doing to me to worry about making him happy again by playing with his rod.
"I relaxed and opened my legs wider. His hand slid down between them, then, and his finger teased my labia and clitoris a few minutes before plunging inside me to his knuckle.
"My loud gasps of ecstasy were audihle in the room. I'd never experienced anything like this before, and Paul's finger slipping in and out of my cunny was doing things to me that were about to drive me out of my skull. But I held on; I returned passionate kiss for kiss; I started playing with his peter again, pumping it up and down, up and down, in time with his finger's movements in me.
"Then Paul shifted a bit on the bed and started doing more things to me-heavenly things-to flame the fires of passion within me even higher. His lips moved from my titties to my stomach, then on down to my thighs ... until suddenly his mouth and tongue took the place of his hand at my cunny. His hard tongue felt much better than his finger, and I squirmed and uttered funny sounds of delight and my body felt hot and flushed all over.
"'Oooooooh, Paul!' I heard my own voice cry. My legs spread out even wider, and I hadn't even moved them consciously.
"I was floating on a wonderful soft cloud of ecstasy, and I felt very relaxed. I couldn't think too clearly. I wished I could play with Paul's big peter, wherever it was right then. But I could only lie back and keep my eyes closed as I enjoyed brother Paul's wonderful oral ministrations.
"Then I felt a big pressure building up within me, hot and wonderful. As I strained and quivered to Paul's movements a sudden gush of heat and moisture burst in my cunny and soaked Paul and the bedsheet before I could control it.
"'Awww, sis! Christolmighty-damned! You didn't have to. You could've said something, before you cut loose ... !' Paul was understandably angry, and I didn't blame him. Yet I felt so wonderful, so light and free ... I couldn't help but giggle at his predicament and frustration. This pissed him off and he got up and stormed into the bathroom across the hall from my room. He stayed in there a long time before he came back. I could tell from his palor he'd vomited and wasn't feeling well at all. But just to make him feel a little better, I told him I would suck off his peter if he wouldn't be mad at me.
"Right away, brother Paul began an immediate process of rapid recuperation. Within five minutes he was smiling again and lying on his back beside me with a tremendous hard on. I'd never contemplated fellating a boy, much less my own brother, but the event about to happen excited me. I only hoped I remembered what I'd read in sex books about oral love, fellatio in particular, so that I could truly please him.
"Paul positioned himself on his back with both pillows under his wide, muscular shoulders, drew his knees up slightly and parted his legs wide. I half knelt, half crouched between his legs, grasped the base of his upstanding prick with one hand, and leaned forward to cover the length and hot, plum-shaped head of it with lingering, tonguing kisses. With my other hand I fondled and squeezed his balls, gently, tenderly....
"I then engulfed the end of his penis and was surprised to find the experience highly pleasurable, although the thing was a little salty tasting. I recalled everything I'd read or seen about fellating a boy. and I now applied my knowledge on Paul. Once-twice-I squeezed his balls gently, then moved my sucking mouth up and down the length of his big penis, sucking at it hard, squeezing it and his balls gently with my hands, taking all of him I could hold without gagging down my throat every time he thrust upward with his hips. I let my tongue and teeth rake and tantalize his big cock, while I squeezed it and his balls as my sucking sounds got louder in the room.
"Then I heard Paul moan, 'Oooooooh, sis! Manohman!' and sensed his time for orgasm was near. I sucked harder on his penis, until its glans swelled and seemed to occupy every ounce of room in my throat. And then he jerked and held my head hard against him as he released spurt after spurt of hot sticky semen down my gulping throat. I nearly choked on his torrential emission, but managed to swallow most of it before his peter went limp and I unmouthed him.
"He was moaning and had one arm flung limply over his face as I got up and ran to the bathroom. I vomited all of his come up, then gargled and rinsed my mouth and brushed my teeth until the bad taste was gone. I returned to find brother Paul asleep and snoring.
"I woke Paul up. He smiled and said, 'Wow, sis! Where'd you ever learn to blow a guy like that?' I told him I'd learned from reading about it in books; and then I asked him how he knew so much about pleasing a girl with cunnilingus. He blushed and confessed he'd accomplished his skill in about the same way I had done mine, from reading and seeing pictures of the act.
"'Do you feel as good down there as I do?' he asked me. When I admitted it did feel good, he asked me if I'd like him to perform cunnilingus again. Or, better still, would I like to let him fuck me and really be thrilled. I truly wanted him to fuck me, but I was afraid of getting pregnant. I told Paul how I felt, and he shrugged and said he didn't think he had enough 'juice' left in him to impregnate me with. But I remained adamant, refused to let him fuck me. I did, however, agree to let him tongue me off again providing he let me suck him off again at the same time. Or sixty-nine, as I had heard someone call it. To this act Paul agreed-providing I warned him in time to keep from being practically inundated (he was exaggerating, of course) by my discharge. And to this I likewise agreed.
"After a few minutes of French kissing and feeling each other up with our hands we shifted on the bed until we were in reversed positions, facing each other. Paul's mouth worked down the front of me to my crotch, and as the tip of his hard tongue licked my labia I opened my legs and let my thighs capture his head. He started running his tongue up inside me an incredibly long way. He sucked and drew on my cunny until I nearly blew my mind. I grasped his big, hard cock firmly with both hands, eased forward and licked its plum-shaped head with the tip of my tongue. It must have felt good to Paul for his ministrations on me quickened.
"I opened my mouth wide and lowered it onto his cock so that its head was down my throat and pushing on my tonsils. I worked my tongue along the full length of his pulsing rod, both top and bottom, pausing now and then to gently press the tips of my teeth into his rock-hardness. He didn't let up one moment on his end and kept right on thrilling me. He not only worked his tongue in and out of my cunny, but pulled it all the way out now and then only to ram it all the way up in me again. Somehow, he knew exactly what to do, and when. Just as I felt like coming, he'd pull his tongue out and tickle my anus with it, then ram it up in me again.
"I started sucking on his cock like my whole life depended on it. My mouth made loud sucking sounds as I went to town on him, using my tongue and teeth in a gentle way to add to his pleasure.
"Then, suddenly, in a great big surge, he shot off in my mouth. And at the same time he came, so did I. I gagged on his come, but managed to swallow most of it, which, somehow, now reminded me of the taste of tapioca pudding. And he did likewise to me before we both collapsed spent and tried to get our breaths.
"Afterwards, Paul and I just sort of lolled around on my bed, aglow with the happiness we had shown each other and of the greater love we held for each other, too. We realized it would not be too long before our parents came home, so we just talked about the sex acts we'd performed on each other, how much we'd loved being sexually pleased in doing them, and what we'd missed by not having done them much sooner. And vowing that we would make up for lost time every time our parents went out somewhere, which was often.
"We kept our vows and both became accomplished in the techniques of pleasing each other in love-play and oral sex. But that was all. Despite the desperate urging of Paul, I would not let him fuck me for fear of his getting me pregnant and, if so, what it would do to the whole family once Mom and Dad eventually found out. Thus Paul began dating girls at school. He fucked quite a few of them, each time telling me all about it in great detail and always winding up by boasting how he had never impregnated them and how silly it was for me to remain virgin when he knew how to fuck me and all without knocking me up. I nearly gave in to him twice, but both times reneged in the nick of time which made him angry yet all the more determined to make me give in to him.
"I then began dating boys in my class, as well as boys in upper classes who were older and more experienced. My first 'good' date (where I loved and was loved in a car) was with a boy named Harry who wore letters for football and basketball as well as several gold pins for being one of our high school's top athletes. Harry had it bad for me, and I kind of liked him. We'd dated several times, but this was the first date on which we'd driven out of town in his car, parked, and had been totally alone.
"Harry doused the lights. Although he left the radio on, I don't know what tunes were played since Harry's kisses and exploring hands did things to me that made pop tunes insignificant. I returned his kisses and sucked on his probing tongue and moaned as his hands worked under my sweater and closed on my bra-covered titties. He whispered nice things to me between kisses, while his hands made expert movements and freed me of sweater and bra. He looked at my bare upper torso in the soft moonlight and seemed to savor it for long moments before his face came against my breasts and his mouth sucked one tit and then the other as his tongue teased their hard nipples.
"I shuddered with flaming passion. I boldly dropped my hand to his lap and squeezed the pounding hardness of him under the bulge in his pants. He gasped with pleasure. One of his hands went under my skirt, up between my thighs. I felt his fingers push aside my panties and then stroke the wet lips of my cunny and tease my clit. Then one of his fingers went inside of me to the knuckle and worked in and out, in and out, in time with my hand movements on his bulge. I then opened his fly and freed his big cock and balls and played with them gently but furiously as his ardor continued to fan my passion to ever greater heights.
"'Wanda-I-I've got to have you-fuck you-now,' Harry whispered with urgency.
"I almost froze as he said the word fuck. Yet, I was equally as hot and wanton as he, and decided that if he had 'protection' and was careful I would let him fuck me. I asked Harry if he had any rubbers. He said he didn't, but he would let me jack him off first, after which time it would be safe to fuck without fear of his impregnating me.
"But I'd read in sex books that a boy's second orgasm was equally as potent as the first; for that matter any male orgasm was as potent as the first so long as one 'pollywog' lived to make the right contact with the egg in my uterus. Yet, I remembered the numerous times Paul had fucked different girls he'd dated (the ones he'd told me about) and had done so without impregnating them-after they had first masturbated him each time.
"I was too hot to be denied my first sexual intercourse with a boy, especially one like Harry, who was so sweet and gentle and masterful. Thus I decided to first masturbate him and then let him fuck me-providing he 'yanked' before he climaxed. But before I could tell him of my decision he suddenly grunted and jerked upright and I felt his big prick throb and pulsate as jet after jet of come spurted out of it onto my hand and arm."
In the sex consciousness of the world we live in today, the least understood yet most vilified female state is the attitude called nymphomania. Almost universally the nymphomaniac is regarded with a mixture of awe and loathing; medically she is considered to be a sick person; morally a corrupt wanton; romantically, too much woman for any one man to handle.
The word itself comes from the early Greek mythology, wherein a nymphe was a sort of inferior deity with loving ways. Mania also comes from the Greeks, for whom it meant, simply, madness.
In modern psychiatry, a mania is a form of insanity characterized by great excitement and, sometimes, great violence. In the non-medical sense, however, mania is used to describe a mental attitude which is strongly enthusiastic. Thus, in our word nymphomaniac we bring together the qualities of a loving, promiscuous female and a mental attitude of great excitement or enthusiasm.
In a recent crackdown on illegal prostitution in Maryland and northern Virginia, it was learned that the female "pros" were in reality very adult and promiscuous teenagers who lured unsuspecting but highly paid bachelors from their good jobs in the District of Columbia to a place in nearby Alexandria, Virginia, where 18 more young prostitutes, all in their teens it was later learned, were available for any and all kinds of sexual engagements at fees of from $10 to $25; higher if the male "client" looked like he could afford it.
But the handsome older bachelors of high-paying District of Columbia jobs were not that dumb by far. For though the Alexandria prostitutes were richly endowed with just-right feminine attributes, and certainly willing and even pathetically eager to offer their bodies in "love," it was not hard for the experienced bachelors to detect that each of them lacked the hardness and professionalism of the full-time harlots.
As one of the bachelors said, "Hell, they're not pros here in any sense of the word; they're all kids, amateurs from suburbia-Silver Springs, Be thesda, Chevy Chase, Alexandria, and Arlington." Result: the police raided the den of "prostys," hauled their parents into court to account for their wayward daughters' actions, then released the girls to them with the stern warning that if they were ever arrested again for prostitution each of them would be detained in custody and would stand trial for their illegal acts against the states of Maryland, Virginia, and the District of Columbia.
But what of the other multitudes of promiscuous teenage girls who take such a delight in gambling that they, themselves, get into something so deep, yet so fantastically interesting and exciting, they are unable to get out without less than a prison term of one to two years, if they're lucky?
In the case of Wanda, however, there is as yet no definite trend taken to positively indicate whether or not she is overly promiscuous instead of nymphomaniac, even though having been sexually satisfied orally by her brother, she was only frustrated by another young Lothario.
As Wanda's case history is further revealed in this work, as her motivations and character trends become more and more established, it will be simple to understand the reasons for her promiscuous acts.
To further understand Wanda's promiscuous-to-nymphomaniac sex-drive behavior the study of her will probe beyond the high-school sex club, into her home, and to the eventual seduction of her own father, as a means of "getting her own way" about going out (to attend sex-club meetings) during weekday nights whenever she pleased.
A most alarming facet is that the organization of sex-club activities are not always performed by adult promoters using the kids as commercial "guinea pigs" for making them money, but by the juveniles themselves-in faithful imitation of the vice rings (swap clubs, etc.) set forth by their elders. Wife-swapping clubs for adults, for instance, has been the factor many a teenager's sex-club is imitated after. Naturally, none of the teenagers are married, but they imitate their peers and their swapping of mates nevertheless. This is substantiated by Freud, who states that "sexual dissatisfaction leads to all sorts of neuroses-namely alcoholism, insomnia, gambling, narcotics-yes, and even nymphomania!"
Ironic?
Let us again let Wanda resume telling her own story of what happened to her physically, mentally-and sexually-after her brother, Paul, departed for Marine boot training.
"I suddenly was furious. Not because Harry had lost control of himself, but the way he'd done it sneaky and selfish-without saying a word. That angered me. Plus the fact his come was all over my hand and arm as well as my skirt and the car seat. I actually swore as I yanked my hand away and used facial tissue in my purse to wipe off with.
"'Ah, look, Wanda. I'm sorry about that,' Harry muttered, half-apologetic. 'I-I just couldn't help it. It felt so good.'
"'Oh?' I snapped back at him haughtily. 'And I suppose if you had fucked me-slipped, like that
-gone off in me-knocked me up-all you would say is that you were sorry, couldn't help it because it felt so good, eh? Baloney! You clean up, straighten up, and take me home, Harry! You hear? You take me straight home-now! We're through, man. Ended. Kaput! I never want to see or speak to you again!'
"Harry drove me straight home. He was silent most of the way, but I could tell how upset he was by the painful look on his face. I felt kind of sorry for him, but didn't let him know it. In fact, when we stopped in front of my house I was out of his car and nearly to the porch before he could get out. He shrugged and got back into his car and drove away as I slipped inside the house and eased shut the front door. I crept up to my room without waking anybody, took off my clothes, and got into bed naked. I tried to go to sleep but continued to think of the way Harry's ardor had steamed me up, of what might have happened between us had he not had a premature orgasm, had he waited and contained himself and allowed me to masturbate him to prove his intentions of fucking me without knocking me up, by 'yanking' just prior to his climax within me.
"My thighs and cunny were still tingling from Harry's gentle caresses, and just touching the latter now made my whole body feel wonderful.
"Slowly I let my fingers explore the outline of my cunny through the triangle of thick curly pubic hair. I let my finger rub the sensitive lips, clit, and opening: and I soon discovered that one spot was more sensitive than the others. It was my clit. I rubbed it until I stiffened ecstatically while the juices released within me. I fingered my vagina and clit so that I came again. I then fell asleep and dreamed brother Paul and I were making love and then Harry took his place and fucked me like he promised he'd do. I awoke to find it all a dream-except the part about coming again; that had been for real. I silently wished I'd not been so hot-tempered with Harry. But I knew it was all over between us now, and I was still a virgin.
"Paul graduated from high school and enlisted almost immediately in the Marine Corps. He left for boot camp, and this brought a terrible loneliness to me. Now there was no one to have sex-fun with when my parents went out for the evening, or any other time. I had to find a boy to take Paul's place and accepted a date with Richard, son of a wealthy man in our town.
"Richard invited me to their country estate for a ride on the lake in his speedboat. I accepted, of course, and laughed and enjoyed the boat ride immensely, tensing up only slightly when, en route back to shore, Richard killed the boat's engine when we were about in the middle of the lake.
"Richard was clad in a knit T-shirt, swim trunks, and white sneakers. I wore my new hot pants outfit, and I felt just about as hot as the pants. Richard was a fine specimen of manhood, handsome, broad-shouldered, muscular, and very, very sexy. The way he looked at me and smiled made me hot in the crotch for anything he wanted to do to me.
"'Ah, it's nice out here on the lake, huh?' I said stupidly, knowing not what else to say at the moment.
"Without answering, Richard came towards me. His hands rose and settled gently on my shoulders. 'You're a very beautiful girl, Wanda,' he said softly. 'I am?' I replied naively. 'Very,' he said. Then his hands slipped down my back as he pulled me gently against him.
"As we kissed, the full length of his manly body was mashed against mine. His mouth had touched mine a bit shyly; but as I slipped my tongue into his mouth and shoved my pelvis forward, Richard became a tiger.
"He kissed me hungrily. His strong muscular arms gripped me while he jammed his hardness against my stomach. I was delirious. His nude, muscular torso against me sent shivers of delight all over my body; and I was suddenly very hot and restless. Something was hurting me.
"My hands on his hips shoved him away from me. 'Hey, hon,' he said, "what's wrong?' I told him one of the buttons on his trunks was jammed into my skin. To which he gave a wickedly wry smile and said, 'Sorry, hon. Why don't I just take off my trunks? That way-no buttons, only me to gouge into you.'
"'Yes,' I agreed in a challenging manner. 'Why don't you? Furthermore, why don't I take off my hot pants suit, too?'
"'Right on!' he chuckled softly. 'But don't lose anything.'
"'Meaning?' I quipped.
"'Meaning your hot pants. Right?'
"I flushed. 'Right!'
"Quickly Richard slid his trunks down his legs and stepped out of them. He kicked them over be side his knit T-shirt, which he'd doffed earlier. 'Now,' he grinned, opening his arms, 'let's take up where we left off, okay?' "We did.
"We embraced; we kissed; and our hot bodies churned against each other. His nudity and strength, plus the heat and wanting within me, became so intense that I felt weak and unable to resist or even respond. My breasts throbbed; my thighs were on fire; and I felt the molten liquid between them. The sex wetness. I also felt Richard's very hard cock against my lower abdomen and knew without feeling it that he had the biggest dong of any boy I'd been with yet, including brother Paul.
"'Wanda, I want you,' he whispered hotly. 'I-I've got to have you!'
"'And I want you, too, Richard,' I heard my own voice replying softly. I want you to have me-all the way!'
"Richard took time to spread a padded deal on the decking of his boat for us to lie down on. I took a good look at his tanned, muscular nudity. He was beautiful! His wildly throbbing cock caught my eye, and it was huge and long and also beautiful. I clasped it with my hand and gently squeezed it. 'Ohhhh.' Richard groaned through clenched teeth, and I felt him shudder.
"We settled down on the padding together and as I stretched out on my back Richard was already on his knees beside me, staring hungrily at my naked body. 'Oh, Lordy,' he muttered in a husky voice. 'You-you're great, Wanda. Just-fabulous!'
"
"Thank you,' I told him. As I gripped his arm and tugged him down on top of me, I added: 'No more idle talk. Just love me. Make me, and do it up good.'
"'I will, love. Fear not!'
"After that we got right to the business of making passionate love. And though we didn't talk much we were pretty noisy. We both began to pant as though we'd been running a race. Then as he positioned himself between my raised and outstretched legs and eased himself into contact with me, we both grunted every time he moved.
"My body seemed to be a large mass of jelly, enclosed in a cloak of passionate flames. Inside I felt hungry and empty; and I had a terrible urge and wanting to be fulfilled. Unconsciously I squirmed my buttocks and thrust up my pelvis. When his hands fastened onto my breasts and squeezed I wanted to cry out as my passion became agony.
"And then I felt the pressure of his hard and heated glans against my cunny. I gasped. I became rigid and motionless, awaiting that wonderful initial thrust.
"But when it came I wasn't quite ready for it. He seemed so huge and so long and so hard that I was afraid my love lips might not stretch enough and tear. At the same moment some tiny burr in the back of my mind told me to stop. A part of me didn't want to continue. It was the inhibited part with the fear that I might get pregnant.
"My hands went to Richard's muscled shoulders. I told him to wait, tried to shove him away and get him off the top of me; but seconds later my nails clawed at his skin. My hips squirmed and shifted as I tried to avoid his thrust; but they, too, began suddenly to welcome instead of repel. I shoved my pelvis forward and the knob of his cock slipped past my taut and hungry wet love lips.
"I cried out my ecstasy and pain. It was indeed a wild, wonderful feeling! I lost control of my body movements because of the intense passion that throbbed within me. I was beginning to feel more pain. I felt as though I would be split in two and I gritted my teeth. I was aware that I was still resisting him; but at the same time I was encouraging him.
"Suddenly I felt a sharp twinge of fire mixed with pain. There was a quick but violent ripping sensation inside of me and I felt a gush of heated wetness. I groaned and bit my tongue, positive that he must have torn me open.
"Seconds later the pain had vanished. What little soreness remained became ecstasy; and now my body was filled with wild, wanton surges of sweet passion.
"Richard was deep within me, drawing back and then pounding against me. Each virile thrust drove him deeper into me. With a rush the passion overwhelmed me and exploded beautifully. I stifled a moan and arched as semen jets pumped inside me.
"The peak of my orgasm was exquisite and the effects lingered only briefly ... as I suddenly remembered his climax in me, and back came the horrible, haunting fears of getting pregnant and trying to explain it to my parents, and my brother Paul.
"I had wanted to give my virginity to Richard, and I had done just that. And though it had been one of the most beautiful and fantastic experiences of my life, it was also clouded with the fears of pregnancy.
"I couldn't help myself. I started to bawl. And the more Richard tried to appease me the more I cried. 'Get off of me,' I told him sharply. 'llurry, take your dick out of me!' He complied, and suddenly I felt foolish, idiotic, and plain stupid. For Richard's now wilting cock was sheathed in a rubber at one end of which dangled the contents of the load of semen I thought he'd shot inside of me. I cried harder. Not with fear but with joy. Relief. I was not going to get pregnant after all!
"'We'll rest, then go it again,' said Richard. But I reneged. He asked, 'Why? Because you were a virgin? Because you're still afraid?'
"I told him that I didn't know why I didn't want to have sex again right away, but that I just didn't. I then disliked his cocky, arrogant attitude and told him so. This made him angry and he called me a bitch. And that did it. I ordered him to take me home, which he gladly did, and that was my last date with Richard, the rich man's son-the first man to have sex with me and make me feel all woman. Weird."
Girls, such as Wanda, with an exaggerated need for love and affection and an equally exaggerated horror of being alone and of the demands made upon them by sexual life, have an irresistible temptation on the one hand to realize the ideal of a sexual love in their lives and on the other hand to conceal their libido behind an affection which they can express without self-reproach, by holding fast to their infantile fondness, revived at puberty, for their parents or brothers or sisters.
This was the reason for Wanda's incestual relations with her brother, and the subsequent sex relations first with Harry, who disappointed her, and then the rich man's son, Richard, with whom she had first intercourse, and who left her sexually satisfied physically but eager for more sex mentally. Her voraciousness for sex, once her hymen had been broken and full copulation made, was such that Richard was inwardly a bit frightened. The fears brought on by his ejaculation-the fears of getting pregnant-both angered and panicked Wanda out of her momentary reverie of bliss and changed her into an accusing angry girl, the likes of which both frightened and then angered Richard. He consequently took her home and did not ask her for a date again, even though he wanted in the worst way to have sex with her again.
Petrified, Wanda later confessed she was "undecided whether or not to take sleeping pills in overdosage, or something," for she "just knew Richard had gotten her pregnant." A few days later, however, when her menstrual flow appeared, not only was she relieved and happy but vowed never to be so careless when having intercourse again with a boy.
Her good friend, Helen, aware of the modern methods of birth control, introduced Wanda to the pill (which she, herself, got by prescription when her mother sent her to the drugstore to buy hers). Supplied by Helen (because she wouldn't dare try buying the pill on her own), Wanda started taking the pill and lost her fear of pregnancy. We now resume Wanda's case history.
CHAPTER TWO
Wanda Takes Helen's Tommy
"Helen, the 17-year-old daughter of a prominent lawyer-politician in our town was my very best friend in high school. She was a cheer leader and very popular, as well as endowed with womanly assets arranged in a cute 34-26-34 figure, on a five-foot-two-inch frame, topped with a pretty face, dazzling even white smile and shimmering raven-colored hair. She excelled at shorts-any kind for girls-and was an honor student. She surpassed me only in being an honor student, although I wasn't faraway, as I was her equal in everything else. Except cheer leading, and this I had not participated in since Paul and I 'needed each other' sexually in the afternoons after school (when our parents were both away) instead of joining in with school organizations of a 'gung-ho-for-the-team' nature.
"Helen often got her father's car and would come by for me on afternoons or weekend days our parents were at home and Paul was dating or off galavanting with his buddies elsewhere, and we would ride out of town on the parkway and laugh and sing as the wind blew our hair back behind our heads in billowy, waving blends of honey-blonde and black.
"We'd park in a shaded scenic spot sometimes to just talk-about everything from our lessons and boys and school and boys and....
"One day, a Saturday, when Helen was pulled off the parkway and parked under a shaded tree in a rest area, our conversation was about sex instead of all the other stuff we'd yakked about. Helen got around to asking me if I had ever been fucked and, if so, was it by anyone she knew. I blushed, but told her that I'd been fucked only once, and by whom. And how I'd felt afterwards, how Richard had acted so cocky and arrogant, and the rest of it-him taking me home and never dating me again.
"'Would you truly want another date with him?' she asked.
"I smilingly shrugged, said I guessed not, said that I'd wanted to rid myself of my hymen and he had done the job with great expertise and pleasure. It was then that Helen admitted she had dated Richard several times and that he had also fucked her, but on the third date and definitely not the first. She too liked his manly technique and expertise and had been fulfilled the same as I had been. She hadn't minded his cocky attitude so much, but it was when he asked her to suck him off that she made him take her home and broke off with him.
"'Speaking of blowjobs," I said. 'Have you ever fellated a boy, or had one perform cunnilingus on you?'
"Now it was Helen's time to blush. She shyly admitted she had allowed a boy to eat her once. It had felt wonderful, she said, and he had been masterful and gentle, but she had not been able to contain herself enough and had had a 'juicy' orgasm before her boyfriend could push himself away in time.
"'Honest to God,' she said, wincing a bit. 'Frank looked like someone had slopped his face and neck and shirt front with a bucket of water. And smell? Yuk! He was madder than hell at me, and I don't blame him one bit. Why, he had to find a stream to wade into and wash himself-a cold mountain stream at that. Needless to say, that was the last date I had with Frank, and the last time a boy ate me.' Then she stared at me with a funny gleam in her eyes. 'Say, have you ever tried oral sex with another girl?'
"I felt my cheeks burn as I said, 'lleavens, no. Why, whatever pleasure would there be in having a girl eat you?'
"'I don't know exactly.' Helen said, shrugging, but I've talked to several who have tried it, and they swear it's wonderful. And also much safer, since a boy usually wants to fuck afterwards, which always increases the danger of getting knocked up, or getting VD, or jazz like that.'
"I somehow knew deep down what Helen was driving at but was afraid to come right out with it. So I took the initiative. I smiled and said, 'Do you suppose we, you and me, could get kicks out of eating each other?' My blood was pounding as I got it out. She gave me a weird look and a funny half-smile and said, 'Why don't we try it? We'll never know, otherwise.'
"'Here? Like, supposing a state fuzz comes along and catches us?'
"'Like, Daddy gave me a credit card to use, and it also can be used to charge a motel room. Simple?'
"'I don't know. Won't it look funny, two kids like us renting a motel room?'
"Helen frowned slightly. 'Yeah, I see what you mean. Okay, we'll do it like this. She out-lined a scheme where she would go to a motel and rent a room. She would wait in the room for ten minutes, then drive to wherever she left me off and pick me up. We would go to her room, then, and nobody would be the wiser. A right-on deal if ever I heard of one!
"Sure enough, the scheme worked just like Helen said it would. And within a space of twenty minutes she and I were alone in the motel room and taking off our clothes.
"We remembered all that we had read about cunnilingus, and now lay embraced on the bed putting it to application. We kissed, gently at first, then demandingly, letting our tongues roam and excite each other. We purred nice things to each other, sweet complimentary things, which helped fan our passions higher. Her bare breasts throbbed against mine. I touched the softness of her tummy-as her lips kissed my breasts and sucked their hard tips-and let my hand travel right on down to her hairy cunny. Man. Like, she moaned ecstatically! She gave my nipples several teasing nips and brought gasps of pleasure from me, too.
"I reached down and held her nice fanny, then parted her shapely thighs. She moaned. I whispered : 'Ready, sweetie?' She nodded her dark head vigorously. We shifted around on the bed until our bodies were reversed. I continued to finger her cunny and she did the same thing to me. Then I leaned forward and made contact with my mouth. I felt her do likewise and couldn't help the excited gasp that escaped my parted lips.
"I spread her lips open and used the tip of my tongue to tease them and the marble-hard clit, which excited her and her pelvis hunched right up at me. I felt her tongue doing things to me-nice things I never believed possible for a girl to do to another girl-and hardened my tongue and buried it deep inside her cunny. It didn't taste good; but it didn't taste bad, either. I stuck strictly to the physical task of sexually pleasing my best girl friend. And she must have ascertained similar thoughts, because she started going all out to please me, too.
"When Helen came, she grunted and cried out her ecstasy. She also scratched the dickens out of my fanny and thighs in her excitement. But I didn't mind. When I came it was almost the same, except that I kept coming longer, and I found myself unconsciously raking Helen's smooth skin with my nails in my ecstatic bliss.
"For a long time we lay there, getting our breaths, savoring the intimate taste of each other and letting our passions subside before we said anything. Helen was the first to speak. 'Honey,' she purred, pecking my check after having washed up in the bathroom and gargled, 'I didn't know anything could be so fantastically wonderful!
And I mean it, when I tell you that no boy has ever fulfilled me like you just did.'
"I couldn't help my appreciative flush. I pecked her cheek and thanked her, assuring her she more than adequately fulfilled my sex desires as well. However, I did not say she had pleased me better than any boy, because it was not true. Paul had been a bit better than Helen. But she had done a better pleasing job on me than Richard, and that I admitted to her.
"We decided not to engage in further lesbian acts for the time being, however, fearing the sexual prowess we bestowed upon each other would rob our appreciation for sex relations with boys. And Helen had a fairly steady-but unpinned-boyfriend named Tommy whom she was now allowing to fuck her every other date or so and she didn't want to become 'estranged' toward him. Too, there were a lot of lesbos at our school, and we didn't want any gossip to get started that she and I were 'that way' about each other.
"We'd heard talk there was a sex club forming if enough kids of both sexes were interested. But I guess it was just someone trying to evesdrop on conversations to see if enough interest was prevalent to form such a club. Apparently the idea was a bust, for the rumors stopped a few weeks later.
"I got a long letter from brother Paul about that time, and could tell how changed he seemed to be. He used a lot of cuss words to express himself, seemed cocky and arrogant but with a fierce sense of esprit de corps instilled in him by his boot camp DI. I had to giggle once. He said how lonesome he was, how much he missed all of us (me especially)' and how 'loaded' he was for *bear* that weren't around Parris Island-which was his way of telling me he was hardup for a sex orgy with me. Nevertheless, I mentally resolved to remain adamant about his fucking me-unless he used a rubber, and in view of things-a strong one!
"I hadn't dated a boy since Richard, so Helen arranged a "blind date' for me with a boy named Joe. I would be Joe's date and she and Tommy would double-date with us. I agreed, holding reservations about my blind date.
"The double date that Saturday night was to a drive-in movie.
"It turned out that Joe was surprisingly handsome and had long, wavy blondish hair, blue eyes, and a trim, muscular physique which any athlete would have envied. He was older then Helen and me, or her date, Tommy, and possessed that older suave manner which flattered me and turned me on, in that order.
"Joe, it turned out, was 20, was a dropout who had gotten himself a job in a gas station and thus had some extra bread to spend. We went to the drive-in in Joe's car, a sleek-looking, gold '68 Ford. And right away I could see Helen's green eyes turn even greener with envy as she too got better acquainted with Joe. Man, he was the most!
"Anyway, we went to this drive-in movie on the edge of town, an X-rated twin bill affair where the management wanted your dough more than your I.D. and right age. Joe paid for everybody, then drove his car to a secluded spot on the back row and parked beside a speaker. He killed the engine and parking lights, and his arms were around me before I could even mention anything about hauling in the speaker so we could hear. But, to be honest, from the moment his arms encircled me and he kissed me I never did know what the two films were about that night.
"Joe French-kissed me in a way that sent me and nearly didn't bring me back. I'd never until then been French-kissed like that before, where the boy's tongue worked like a boy's penis. Weird. But when Joe kissed me like that, I melted.
"But I didn't let on for a minute to Joe how good his kisses were and how they steamed me up. I responded by sucking his probing tongue, raking it gently with my teeth, and then drove my own tongue deep inside his mouth and wormed it all around to get him as excited as he'd gotten me.
"Then, suddenly, I wanted Joe to fuck me; I mean I really wanted him, and if he'd fucked me then and there he wouldn't have met with the slightest bit of resistance from me whatsoever.
"I felt the hot wetness around my cunny. I was wearing a knit pullover blouse and a skirt, bra and panties. I never wore slips unless I really dressed up to go somewhere special. I was trembling all over, and I guess I was starting to make some kind of weird noises, because Tommy said something from the back seat and Joe chuckled softly.
"I was up against Joe, you know, just twisted around in the front seat and laying flush against him, from thighs to shoulders. We went into another long tongue-wrestling clinch and Joe's strong hot hands pulled up my blouse and unclasped my bra. He did it gently, easily, I mean just click-snap and my bra was loose and riding down my arms. Then his big hot hands began squeezing my titties, first one and then the other, while his fingers worked at the hardened nipples. All of this, while he continued to French-kiss me!
"I got so hot for him I started to shake. I couldn't hold still, so I drove my hips back and forth against him, moaning every time his big hard on pushed into my belly. like I said, I was no longer a virgin, but letting Joe make love to me like this made me feel different-different than anything I'd ever felt before. I mean, man, what he was doing to me was even better than when Paul and Harry and Richard and Helen had sexually pleased me-and he, Joe, hadn't even progressed that far yet!
"Then Joe would unhand my titties every so often and fan one of his hot hands down over my tummy, down inside the elastic band of my panties, where his fingers would pause to toy around with my curly pile of pubic hair. His other hand would run up and down my back, and around, to squeeze my titty again. I made funny sounds and my body jumped and jerked with the blazing passion I had for him. Then his hand went all the way down into my crotch and one of his fingers gently caressed the lips of my cunny and toyed with my clit, before it finally eased up inside of me, all the way to his knuckles, and started to work in and out of me.
"I know everybody in the car could hear me gasp and moan my appreciation of what Joe's finger was doing to me, and I didn't care. I didn't care if the whole damned world heard me-so long as he kept on pleasing me!
"Perhaps instinctively, I reached out and down and squeezed the big lump in the front of Joe's pants. I heard his sharp intake of breath and knew that he liked for me to play with him. His finger in me moved more rapidly and my hand did likewise to the bulge in his pants.
"Then Joe suddenly eased me over a bit on the seat and slid out from beneath the steering wheel. He hauled me flush against him, and forced my legs apart, so that the big bulge in his pants pushed against my crotch 'Ohhh, baby!' he whispered hotly in my ear. I gotta have you baby, all the way-now!'
"I kissed him harder and gave his big cock a harder caress. I was too emotionally choked up to say anything, so I just vigorously nodded my assent. He got both his hands up underneath my skirt and peeled my panties off. I lifted my fanny a bit to help him, at the same time unzippering his fly, and used both hands to push down his jockey shorts and expose his pounding big penis and full hairy balls.
"Joe's finger went to work in my cunny again, in and out, in and out, until I suddenly got this familiar funny feeling inside, one I couldn't seem to control. A little more fingering on Joe's part and I was jerking and twitching and gasping as things inside me loosened and got his hand and the seat wet as they rushed out of my cunny.
"I heard Joe mutter a cuss word or two and reach for his handkerchief. But I didn't care. I felt too wonderful. I could only think of how wonderful he'd made me feel and how wonderful I now in tended to make him feel in return.
"I pumped on his big penis with one hand while caressing and tickling his balls with the other. I heard Helen say something from the back seat but was too intent upon pleasing Joe to pay her any attention. I stared down and watched my hand move up and down on his big penis, watched the skin move back and forth over the plum-shaped head. And then, suddenly, I just couldn't resist the urge to bend down and kiss his cock, up and down the vein-gorged shaft, all over the hot glans, as my hand continued to squeeze and pump its base. I knew how much Joe enjoyed what I was doing by the sighs and sounds of ecstasy he uttered, and the way his body jerked and trembled and his hips moved as my lips touched him.
"I knew if I kept playing with Joe's genitals he would soon shoot off, maybe all over me. I didn't want to get mussed up, so I let Joe push me back against the door on my side, and opened my legs wide as he eased forward. I thought about asking him if he had any rubbers, if he wanted me to masturbate him first, but was too enthralled with his masterfulness to think of anything except what was happening. I felt the big head of his prick against my cunny, and then felt it enter my body and gorge my vagina clear to his balls. I head my own voice making with ecstatic sounds of love as I moved my pelvis in time with his lunges. I gripped his hips and thighs to control the depth of his lunges inside me. I'd once heard a girl say that her boy friend had fucked her and that his big cock had 'hit bottom' and it had hurt her. I didn't want Joe hitting bottom and hurting me, but despite my attempts to control the depth of his virile plunges he did hit bottom in me twice, anyway, and, surprisingly-it didn't hurt a bit!
"Then that funny feeling tickled my insides again and built higher and higher until it released-just as Joe's cock spurted jet after jet of hot semen in me. Then Joe's penis collapsed, like, I mean immediately, and slithered out of me. Then he was just hunched over in a sitting position between my legs, panting hard against my breasts.
"I pushed Joe back and eased away from him and sat up and started smoothing out my blouse and skirt. I was also afraid now, having lost my head and allowed him to go off in me without wearing a rubber. Or yanking. It was also then that I heard Helen and Tommy-with voices low-arguing. Tommy kept saying, 'Well, they did it, didn't they? So why can't we do likewise? Huh?' I guess Helen had chickened out about letting Tommy fuck her or something. Anyway, she opened the door and jumped out of the car and headed off toward the restrooms. Poor Tommy was sitting back there cussing under his breath. I glanced back and saw his prick was out and standing tall and proud like a flagpole. It looked longer and bigger around than Joe's, and even the head of it looked bigger. I couldn't help but smile at him.
'I'm sorry, Tommy,' I said, or something like that. And I truly did feel sorry for him, for I'd learned much earlier from brother Paul what a 'stone-ache' does to a boy, how much it hurts.
"'Hey,' chirped Tommy, 'if Joe, there, don't mind, maybe you could do something to help me,' he said to me. I blushed, noted the sly wink he gave Joe.
"I looked at Joe. He smilingly shrugged, left it strictly up to me.
"Then Tommy reached over the seat and grabbed my hand. He was in a bad way, he really was. He didn't say anything else to me, but I knew what he wanted. I climbed into the back seat with Tommy and started playing with his big cock and balls while he held me close. I think all I had in mind was to help him with my hand, you know, masturbate him. He was Helen's boy friend, after all.
"I started to pump his big rod and squeeze his testes while he leaned back and started bumping his hips up and down in time with my hand movements. He muttered all kinds of nice things to me, and then started playing with my bare titties underneath my blouse. His hands weren't as big and strong as Joe's, but they did the right things to get me hotter than hell in a hurry. So hot, in fact, I forget. I leaned down and started kissing his prick and balls.
"I thought Tommy was going to blow his mind-let alone his peter-when I ran my lips up and down his vein-gorged manly staff and sucked on the head of it-all the time squeezing the base of him with one hand while my other pressed and cupped and tickled his balls. Then Tommy's hips started to violently buck up and down as he drove more and more of his penis deeper in my throat. I'd forgotten about Joe, even Helen, momentarily in my reverie of pleasing Tommy-until I suddenly felt Joe's big prick lance into my cunny from behind, and realized he was in the back seat sharing me now with Tommy.
"I timed my bobbing head and sucking with each lunge Joe made into me from behind, using both hands to increase Tommy's passion while Joe's big hands now cupped and squeezed my tits and moved their hard nipples. Man! Like, I was about to go out of my ever-loving mind with sexual ecstasy!
"Then I suddenly felt Tommy give a hard jerk, felt his thigh muscles go tense as his hips jabbed upward and forced even more of his cock down my sucking throat. I also felt Joe give a funny jerk and felt him tremble as his lunges into me became harder, more frantic. And I also felt that familiar funny tingling deep within myself and realized we were all going to share a climax at about the same time.
"Tommy's hands held my head as he tugged downward and simultaneously jerked his hips upward as he came in my mouth. I gagged and choked on his jetting come, letting most of it run back out of my mouth onto his crotch and thighs even though I did manage to swallow a couple of big mouthfuls. I felt Joe balloon up big inside my cunny and shoot off, his come feeling like a hot, squirting hose inside me. At the same time I, too, came and gave Joe's big cock a real milking time of it, until it softened in our combined juices.
"Tommy sat upright, cussing. He suddenly realized I'd let his come and my saliva saturate him good, and now he was trying to clean himself as best he could before Helen returned. I was trying to get myself cooled down and calm so I could straighten my clothes and get back in the front seat-when Helen returned.
"She opened the back door, causing the dome light to fully illuminate everything, and saw instantly what the score was. She literally pulled me out of the car, gripped my upper arms, and cussed me out, but good. Not for having my sex kicks, mind you, but for satisfying her Tommy. She felt-and rightfully so-that whatever sex in our party he got should be meted out to him at her convenience, not mine. Then she whopped my butt and told me to go to the ladies' room and clean myself up, that I looked like hell.
"I went to the ladies' room and cleaned myself up. Some other girls were in there, and they whisperingly made some sly comments about menone any good, to be sure. When I looked at myself in the mirror I saw what Helen meant when she said I looked like hell. Man. Like, I was a mess!
"My makeup was smeared all over my face. My lipstick was gone, and dried come was on my lips and chin. I must have cried at one time or other in my sexual ecstasy in the car, because now my mascara was streaked. My honey-blonde hair looked like a bird's nest after a violent storm; my blouse and skirt were hideously twisted and wrinkled and soiled with dried semen. There was loose dust and grit and stuff all over the back of my clothes; and a lot of Joe's come had dribbled down the insides of my thighs and dried.
"After the other girls left the room I locked the door and got busy cleaning myself with soap and water. I went to the toilet and urinated, afterward sloshing myself with cold water, cleaning out my cunny and washing all the dried come off me as well. I felt much better, even though weaker and exhausted. I combed my hair and reapplied makeup. I then returned to the car and slid into the front seat beside Joe.
"Helen and Tommy said little and stared stonily at the screen ahead of us. It was evident from their expressions that Helen had told them what she thought, so nobody had anything to say. Helen wasn't speaking to me, and as soon as I got back in the car Joe started it and wheeled out of the drive in. We drove to Helen's house first and let her out. Tommy wanted to escort her to the door, but she refused him and made the short trip by herself in a haughty, angry manner. Once she had departed, the tension in the car seemed to ease.
"We drove about a block further, and Joe stopped the car and asked me if I had anything left in me. I asked him what he meant (playing naive). He said he and Tommy were ready for more sex if I was, but, if I wasn't right then, he knew some more guys who would love to be cut in on the thrills' I put out. I wasn't that dumb. I recognized the pitch to start up a sex club, but with myself as the sex target for about five or six guys until they could get more girls to join up.
"It deep down kind of thrilled me to think that I was that good pleasing men sexually, but I didn't let it show. Not right then, anyway. I told Joe thanks, but no thanks. Besides, I didn't like the way he asked me; he was too smart-alecky about it. I told him just to take me home, and he did. Then he and Tommy drove away after I was safely in the house.
"I was thankful that my parents were asleep, that brother Paul was now faraway at Parris Is land. It would be most embarrassing for any of them to wake up and confront me right now, still disheveled despite the fact I'd reapplied makeup and combed my hair. My knit blouse and my skirt were still badly wrinkled, stained and dirty. Besides, I'd forgot and left my bra and panties in Joe's car. I ironically mused over the fact of how he'd collected two nice souvenirs from our first (blind') date.
"Like I said, I was afraid of waking my parents if I took a bath or anything, so I crept upstairs to my room, took off my clothes, and crawled into bed. Then I lay there for hours thinking about what had happened to me-and how much I'd loved every moment being a sex-cat to two men. It was all so wonderful a feeling it gave me goose bumps thinking about it. And goose bumps on goose bumps realizing I wanted more sex with Joe and Tommy, even if it meant helping to start a sex club with them to get what I wanted. I should have been satisfied with what had already happened to me sexually, but I wasn't. I knew then and there that I truly could have gone on that way with Joe and Tommy all night long, had it not been for Helen breaking us up. I had a hunch that Joe and Tommy soon would be calling me to ask for another 'date' to the drive-in movie. And I knew I would not refuse a date with either or both of them so long as they used what sexual prowess they possessed to sexually satisfy me...."
Some teenagers, according to Albert Ellis (What Is Normal in Sexual Behavior?), who regard themselves as free and emancipated, engage in one love affair after another. Actually they are promiscuous young people, such as Wanda has been thus far, who are enslaved by unconscious childhood needs. In a recent study of unwed teenage parents it was found that many of the boys expressed concern because there was so little pleasure for them in the sexual act, and, similarly, it is well known that promiscuous girls usually experience very little sexual feelings, if any, but are in reality looking for mother-love from men. In other words, all they truly enjoy of the sexual relationship with a boy is the fondling and caressing which unconsciously represent maternal affection.
According to discoveries by Martin-Johnson, any woman young or old should be capable of the degree of sexual response and satisfaction that Wanda experienced with Joe and Tommy. Yet by her own admission later that same evening, she had not been sexually sated fully, merely temporarily. She admitted she would have held a continuous sexual affair for the remainder of the night with her two Lotharios, had it not been for the sudden return of her best friend, Helen. She also expressed eagerness to help her three friends form a high-school sex club, even using herself as "bait" to lure in the male clientele.
In Ellis's Encyclopedia of Sexual Behavior the formation of a teenage (or high-school) sex club is described as a study in itself, and the methods used are often as varied as the clubs that emerge. Often a single person, a couple, a threesome or foursome (both sexes in each case) will deliberately plan a sex club arrangement and set out to seduce as many recruits ,as possible. Other clubs thus erupt spontaneously from a wild weekend party, without adult supervision-usually held at a club member's house where the parents have gone away for the weekend-and organize into a regular club thereafter.
Formerly, it was usually a boy, perhaps a youth already out of school, who masterminded the organization of these clubs. However, today it may be more often a joint-venture of a boy and girl, or two boys and a girl, or two boys and two girls who discover that sex en masse is the one factor that will cause attention to them and relieve their "boredom" in life.
Freud showed that sex involvement by teenagers is not a subject for news making; instead, he found that the sexual abnormalities practiced by the teenagers at sex-club meetings was the basis for "hot" news stories. He found that other teenagers not involved in a sex club but who were nonetheless exposed to the news about the abnormal sex their kind were indulging in made them naturally curious. They read the sensational newspaper accounts, and heard them in newscasts on both radio and television. They wondered about the alleged "new thrills" experienced by teenage sex-club members during sex orgies, and then decided to try the "new ways" themselves. "After all," as one young man put it, "if the others did it and had fun, then it must be just that-fun. Right?"
Brought out in M.S. Wolfgang's Male & Female Sexual Deviations is the case history of a 15-year-old girl who had experienced sex relations with a dozen boys and, to make matters even more startling, had induced her 12-year-old sister to join the same "Share the Mate Club" she belonged to.
One of the members of the club was a 14-year-old girl who had eavesdropped-unknown to her parents or their friends during a wild weekend party-to watch a colored "stag" film shown as a stimulus for further adult sexual activities. Unnoticed, this young girl had slipped into the darkened room and watched the entire stag film. It was later found that the young girl was not in the least shocked at what she saw but, rather, was intrigued.
Lacking any form of sex education at home or at school, what the girl saw created a deep and impressionable interest in her. She was both intrigued and curious, and told her girl friends at school about it. This is all it took. From then on all the abnormal sex acts the girl had seen in the stag film were practiced by the teenagers' sex club she had been induced to join. By the time the girl graduated from high school, it was learned, there was not one sex act which she had not submitted to and, apparently, enjoyed.
In one police department's juvenile files there is the case of a juvenile "sex cult" of around 150 members of both sexes. Initiation rites for a female member required that she fellate the male president of the club while the rest of the members watched. It also required as an added initiation rite that new female members perform cunnilingus on the vice-president of the club (always a female in this instance). For a male to join the club, his initiation rites consisted of (1) Performing cunnilingus on the female vice-president, (2) filiating the male president, and (3) having sexual intercourse with female virginal applicants (which all new female members were required to be). All of this, while the rest of the club members watched and, properly stimulated, engaged in a mass orgy after the rites of initiation were over. A young devirgined female member was then likely to be sexually seduced in a variety of ways by both males and females present, until she was too exhausted to continue, at which time a club member (male) would be "designated" by the president of the club to take her "home." This latter was usually a motel room where, after a rest and restimulation of the girl by alcohol, marihuana, amphetamines, etc., additional sexual activities would take place. Later, usually before dawn, the girl was either taken to her home or left off a block away, the trick of "sneaking in" without parental detection being left strictly up to her.
Similarly, the "initiated" new male member to the club would have the privelege of seducing and being seduced by other female members (or by other willing male members, if he so desired) in a variety of normal and abnormal ways. Most virile male initiates "loved" to be fellated by a woman or two of their choice, and equally "loved" sodomizing her afterward, when their sex drives had fully recuperated from the initial "drain." Once exhausted, they were "delivered" to their homes, or near them, by females (who usually depleted them more by performing fellatio on them in the car while en route to their homes).
From juvenile files came another teenage sex club case involving a 15-year-old white girl and a 16-year-old Negro youth, who were discovered by a night watchman in the cab of a truck owned by one of the particular state's largest milk companies. Both the girl and Negro youth were partially unclad, the girl busily performing fellatio on the young man when discovered. The teenagers were apprehended and a further probe was made. The authorities uncovered a teenage sex club of 120 members, male and female, white and black. Their regular meeting place, ironically, was the milk firm's parking lot and the cabs of the fleet of trucks provided ample seclusion for their sex acts. But the basic idea behind the club was of a nonracial nature, the white girls pairing with black boys to perform abnormal sexual acts with each other, which to them stressed the concept of "God's" will that all His children are equal, with no prejudices of race, color or creed shown by the club's members.
In Wanda's situation thus far, it has been definitely determined that she is a promiscuous girl truly bordering on the precipice of becoming a nymphomaniac. Her condition was begun with incestual relations with her older brother, with male classmates at her high school when her brother departed for boot training in the Marine Corps, leaving her alone and with fears she could control only by having sex relations with boys.
Though Wanda experienced many sexual orgasms, none were of lasting satisfaction to her, but were temporary stopgaps between her sexual affairs instead. Thus convinced that becoming a member of a teenage sex club consisting of kids from her high school was an outlet she needed for sating her sex drives, she was eager to help organize it and "get with it."
The forming of the teenage sex club of students from Wanda's high school is continued in her revealing narration.
CHAPTER THREE
Five Boys and Nine Girls Makes the Club
"It took a couple of days before Helen finally came around to talking to me again. We lingered in the library after regular study-hall period and Helen apologized to me for being angry that night at the drive-in, explaining that she knew how horny Tommy was but that she didn't want to start an orgy by allowing him to fuck her since this was my date with Joe, and a 'blind' date at that.
"But she admitted that when Joe started making passionate love to me, right off, and I responded to it, she almost let Tommy have what he wanted. 'I held off for fear our double date would end up in a swap-fest,' Helen said, 'and that you might blame me, even hate me, for it later.'
"I reassured Helen that nothing could ever make me hate her, that we were too close for hating each other and that our past sex-acts together should prove it. She agreed, then right off asked if I wanted to double-date again for the drive-in that Saturday night. She said that Joe and Tommy had something important to discuss with the two of us, and that it might prove 'both interesting and very exciting!' I naturally agreed to the date, certain I already knew what the 'important something' was that the boys wanted to discuss with Helen and me.
"We went to the same drive-in that Saturday night, but we didn't stay very long. Just long enough for Joe and Tommy to present their 'something important,' which turned out to be a motel room they had rented for the night in which they had stocked some beer, liquor, soft drinks, and a projector and film they knew we would 'get a thrill' out of seeing.
"Since my parents were away for the weekend and Helen's were partying somewhere and wouldn't be home until the wee hours, we agreed that the idea Joe and Tommy had come up with might be just the thing to get us started on a sex orgy that would offer plenty of thrills and excitement for all of us.
"I was insistent upon one other important thing, however, which was to find out if they brought along a supply of rubbers to safeguard impregnating either Helen or myself. Joe grinned and patted his hip pocket, and so did Tommy. I flushed, exhaled a barely audible relieved sigh. 'On, James,' I chided Joe. 'On to our motel boudoir for the matinee and drinkees and ... those important somethings you mentioned.'
"The boys had rented the motel room ahead of time, so there were no questions asked by the management when we got there. It was just a simple case of driving to the right cabin-number 13, of all things!-getting out of Joe's car, and going inside. Then Joe locked the door and drew the blinds while Tommy snapped on the lights.
"Joe had placed an ice chest containing two cartons of beer on the floor inside the shower stall. There was a soft-drink machine and ice machine a few doors from the cabin, which made for our convenience.
"While Joe readied the projector, Tommy opened beers for all of us. I'd never drank beer before, but found it cool, good-tasting, and invigorating. In fact, I had finished two cans of the cold stuff before Joe finished with the projector and opened one for himself.
"Tommy doused the lights and the four of us, after moving the bed back against the far wall, sat on the floor and stared at the near wall on which the all-color characters in the film were projected. Joe sat close with his arm around me, as did Tommy with his arm around Helen.
"Into the scene on the screen walked a tall woman with flowing blonde hair, much the color of my own. She wore a long, black negligee, and the contours of her lushly proportioned body gleamed through its folds. She had long, magnificent legs, swelling to lush thighs and fully rounded hips. She was a big girl, and the long globes of her breasts were such that both Joe and Tommy leaned forward to stare intently.
"The stunning woman walked silkenly to the couch in the sparsely furnished room, sat down upon it and crossed her legs. The gown parted to reveal the entire front of her body, and suddenly I felt Joe tense up slightly and move his hand down onto my breast. He started squeezing my breast and working its hard and erect nipple. I moaned with pleasure, pressed more firmly against him.
"The blonde in the film reached for a perfume bottle on the table beside the couch. She unstoppered it, and touched the fragrance to her ears, throat, and the deep, long shadow between her great, firmly up-lifted breasts. With a little sighing look, she touched a finger to the bottle and drew it up the long, swelling velvet inside her thighs, then caressed the golden curly bush of her pubic hairs.
"Joe's hand was working my breast and doing things to me, nice things like brother Paul's hands used to do to me. I shot a quick glance at Helen and Tommy, He was undoing her blouse to better play with her titties while he stared at the screen and she had her eyes half shut in ecstasy as her hand in his lap got more active.
"I shuddered with passion. I put my hand on Joe's thigh, caressed it lightly, then moved my hand into his lap to cup and squeeze his manly bulge. He gasped with delight, but did not for a second tear his eyes from the screen.
"The film showed the blonde woman alone in the apartment for another moment or two. Then she got to her feet and walked smoothly to a door at one side, closing the gown around her voluptuous body as she did so. She opened the door. A man in a topcoat and hat stood there, smiling. He was tall, dark, handsome, and well-built. He smiled at the blonde and she motioned him into the apartment. He complied and she immediately went into his arms, clinging.
"Then the blonde pushed the man back slightly, laughing. She helped him remove his coat and hat. She led him to the couch. They sat close together and embraced in a long, bruising kiss. An extreme zoom close-up showed the blonde's tongue working inside his mouth. Another showed his hand part her gown and cup and caress the huge globe of her breast, tickling and pinching the big, straining, dark nipple until it was so taut it seemed ready to burst. A medium-long shot was" next: lips parted in desire, the blonde began to undress her handsome young Lothario.
"She did it slowly, teasingly, kissing and licking him as she did so. I now had Joe's big cock exposed and pumped it with my hand while his one hand worked both my titties while his other hand stole down and up between my legs, fingers searching, finding, and entering my wet-hot and waiting cunny. I couldn't help the trembling sigh that escaped my lips. I couldn't help tearing open the front of Joe's shirt and kissing his chest and hard-muscled stomach as he continued to play with me and stare at the screen on the wall.
"The lovemaking on the screen was now proceeding with both variety and intensity. The young man ministered to the blonde woman in some of the oldest and most secret ways, and she writhed with delight. It was a clearly zoomed-in sequence when he sucked on her clitoris and brought her to an agonized spasm of sheer pleasure.
"But the man still had not had his orgasm, so now it was the blonde's turn to make love to him. She held his big cock firmly in one hand while her other caressed his large, sperm-filled balls. Her teeth parted to make way for her tongue and she lowered her head between his thighs. She first ran her lips to the thick base of his upstanding member, parting his curly black pubic hairs with the tip of her nose. Turning her head sideways she pressed her lips against the throbbing penis and kissed it at the base, sucking at the blood-filled veins that looked like they were about to burst from his raging desire.
"Her tongue snaked its tip out from between her even-white teeth and tested the pulsating flesh, probing at its heated firmness. Still using her hands on him, she raised her head slightly like a cat nibbling on sweet catnip, licking slowly up and down with even, flowing movements.
"Joe's hands were driving me out of my ever-loving skull. His hands alternated squeezing my titties and tweaking their hard tips and the two fingers of his other hand moved in and out of my cunny in a way that made my pelvis rise and fall against his hand and made my vaginal muscles milk his fingers as if they were his big penis deep within me.
"I pressed even closer to Joe and helped push his jeans and jock-shorts down to his knees so I could have more freedom to play with him with both hands. I glanced at Joe's face. His eyes were riveted on the happenings on the screen, but his facial expressions portrayed the supreme pleasure he was having from the touch of my hands. I looked down at his big cock. I could see the plum-shaped swollen head even in the room's dimness, could see the veins stand out like I'd seen the blood-filled veins of the screen Lothario's stand out. I shot another quick glance at the screen.
"While the blonde cradled the man's balls in her hands and gently fondled them and stretched the skin, her tongue worked up to the overhanging head of his smooth rubbery head, and with two quick strokes she licked her way around his cock to the V on the underside. Then the hard tip of her tongue found the fine line from the V to the small hole on the tip of the head and teased in and out of it like the flicking tongue of a serpent.
"A zoom shot showed the blonde purse her lips as she kissed the head of his cock, sucking hot steaming air into her mouth and making what looked like a light, low whistle with her lips. She then lowered her head slowly, a fraction of an inch at a time, opening her mouth a little wider, never once lifting her lips from the throbbing glans. Then slowly, ever so slowly, she enfolded her lips around the head of his cock until it was entirely closed within the confines of her puckered mouth.
"I became transfixed to the technique of the blonde, despite the fact Joe was about to bring me to orgasm with his hands. I planned to do to Joe exactly what the blonde was doing to her man, but I wanted to be sure I copied her every technique so that I could even elaborate with a few 'extra' techniques of my own to add to Joe's pleasure.
"Now the blonde's tongue mixed her man's seeping love juices (as zoom close-up so clearly showed), lubricating the smooth, hot tip. The man leaned back on his elbows and lifted his buttocks a bit, pushing his cock deeper between her puckered, elastic-like lips.
"With her free hand the woman released her man's balls and slid her hand along the perspiring crevice between his buttocks to his anus, rubbing her manicured nail across the tiny, puckered ring, lubricating it with sweat and love juices. Then, without warning she suddenly thrust her forefinger into his asshole to her knuckle. He jerked upward at the intrusion, shoving his big cock completely into her stretched mouth and deep into her throat.
"She began to work her head up and down, up and down, sucking harder with each stroke, while she imitated the motion with her finger in his rectum. The double rhythm made him collapse flat on his back; obviously the mixed pain and pleasure was nearly too much for him. He clenched and unclenched the cheeks of his ass in time with the rhythmic working of the hot, sucking mouth and thrusting finger.
"Suddenly he stiffened and rose to his elbows again, his lips moving to form the silent words 'I
-I'm comming, baby! I'm c-comingggg NOW...." The camera zoomed in for a close-up. With a jerking, spasming quake the man thrust his big exploding cock again and again deep into the blonde's sucking throat, flooding it and her mouth with sperm. She gulped at his heavy emissions voraciously, until he suddenly went limp in her mouth and she withdrew from him after a last flick with her tongue and kiss on the head of the spent organ.
"I glanced at Tommy and Helen. She had now allowed him to draw her down beside him on the carpet and he was searing her eager mouth with passionate kisses. Then he began to strip her. She lay still and let him remove her blouse, her skirt-then her bra, and panty-hose. As he took off his shirt and pants and shorts his big cock looked like a flagpole jutting from the base of his abdomen. He then ignored the movie and moved above Helen.
"My attention again flicked to the screen. The blonde had restimulated her lover with her hands and was getting him even harder by placing his cock between her large titties and mashing them together.
"I suddenly felt a familiar feeling deep within me and my body jerked as I stifled a cry of joy against Joe's chest. I didn't want to come, but I couldn't help myself. The flood within me rose and broke and wetted Joe's hand and the carpet as my muscles milked his fingers. And this was the only time he averted his attention from the film until it was over-to look down at his wet hand, and swear softly, and reach for his handkerchief.
"I was not going to be selfish. I ignored Joe and his irritability at my having gone off on him with no warning; ignored everything but his upstanding and very hard cock, which I now bent over and kissed. I felt Joe's responding jerk and delighted gasp as I proceeded to ministrate to him as the blonde had just done to her lover on the screen.
"It soon became apparent that Joe had been blown by girls before, because his experienced response gave him away. He knew when to thrust up his hips in time with my descending mouth, driving his big rod down in my throat until I gagged on it. But I stayed with him, breathing through my nose, and moved my mouth up and down on him, up and down, sucking hard, teasing and playing with his heavy-laden balls, until he suddenly jerked and gripped my head and pushed me down on him until I gagged, choked-until I forced my mouth up higher on his member, sucking in oxygen, just as he went off and sent spurt after spurt of hot, gooey semen into my mouth and throat. I swallowed all I could of his jism, but the taste nearly made me sick. I continued to suck him until his prick went limp in my mouth, until he said he needed rest, more beer, and another hot stag film to watch, so he could 'get with it' again.
"I went into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind me. His come in my mouth and throat tasted horrible. I bent over the toilet and tried to vomit, but couldn't. I stuck my finger down my throat then, until I gagged and threw up all I could of his slimy come. Afterwards, I washed my face and neck and rinsed my mouth and gargled with water. I felt a lot better, but that gooey, salty taste of his jism still permeated my mouth. I therefore welcomed the idea of drinking more beer, since it might be just the stuff to kill the taste of him in my mouth. But one thing I couldn't understand was why I'd gobbled Tommy's root that night at the drive-in and had swallowed most of his come without it tasting bad at all, as compared to Joe's bad-tasting outburst I'd swallowed a while ago.
"In the other room, Tommy and Helen were humping it good on the floor. Joe was seated nearby watching them, every now and then urging Tommy to 'fuck her harder-faster! Make her love it!' while Helen moaned and writhed as if she would burst under the pressure. But Tommy kept after her, driving at her relentlessly, while she wantonly responded with her body moving of its own accord, her arms locked tightly around his back, her hips heaving and grinding and thrusting in cadence with his virile assaults.
"Joe swigged from a can of beer and giggled foolishly now and then as he would reach over and tickle Tommy's balls, forcing the latter to drive himself into Helen with quicker and deeper plunges...."
Fantasy, according to Albert Ellis (What Is Normal Sex Behavior?), probably recognized, has its own very important place in the human sexual expression. Fantasy can be the motive power behind the sex urge; fantasy can give direction to what may otherwise prove to be an erratic and meandering desire. It can crystallize, in the mind, the vague biological urges that prompt us forward in search for a sexual expression. It can and does help all of us find a richer sex life. Thus fantasy is, in the final analysis, the bulk of what is called " mental" in sexual stimulation.
"The researcher need only skim lightly," Ellis writes, "through personal testimonials to recognize the strong relationship existing between strong mental imagery, or erotic fantasy, and successful sex relations. Those who report happiness in sex almost invariably also admit to a well-developed ability for erotic fantasy. Those who report general dissatisfaction in sex relations also claim no particular development of mental imagery.
"The orgy," Ellis continues, "as old as civilization itself, has always proved a successful 'shot in the arm' to waning sexual powers and, indeed, is being revived today by our own culture in the form of sex clubs, free love movements, and the like. The chief value of the orgy, or group sex, is undeniably in the area of mental stimulation-there can be no other value, except in those unusual group participations where several individuals are joined together at once. Even so, in this latter case, it would seem that the greatest contribution still lies in the mental realm. The physical organism can, after all, sustain just so much stimulation at any one time.
"Group sex, where the swapping of partners is not always involved, is merely a step beyond the couple who lie together in private and share a stimulating book of pornography. The idea is the same, no matter."
Wanda, as yet has made no mention of pornography in relation to the sex club she and her friends plan to form, but the introduction of Joe's stag films bears witness of what Mr. Ellis was saying in his book in relation to this case history. Pornographic films were substituted for literature or still photos as a stimulus for sexual activities between the four young people prior to planning the course they should take in making the club a "swinging reality."
But let's again allow Wanda to resume her narrative of what happened in the motel room the night she and her friends formulated plans for their high school sex club.
"As I accepted a cold can of beer from Joe and slid down beside him, close in his arms, I wished this moment would last forever. I tilted the can of beer and drank of its cold malty goodness. The taste of the beer felt good in my mouth and stomach, erasing the evil taste Joe's come had left. Joe had started another stag film, so now I watched the screen.
"The female character was now a brunette, every bit as vivacious as the blonde in the other film had been, and a well-built older man, with salt-and-pepper hair, who resembled Cary Grant in both looks and build. The scene was a close-up and he had the brunette positioned on the bed and was preparing to thrust his cock, which looked almost a foot long, into her.
"Her hips groped for his monster appendage, urging him to find her waiting cunny and drive himself home. Then the head of his tool touched the lips of her cunny and with one sudden lunge he had plunged himself into her to the balls.
"The brunette's face bore genuine surprise and pain, and her silent scream was not faked. She writhed, pushed at him to no avail. He drove himself into her relentlessly, each virile lunge hard enough to jar their bodies. Soon he climaxed in her, just as she came too, judging from her pained but ecstatic look, and then she fainted as the scene ended.
"Joe kissed me, then, his tongue probed deep in my mouth, and I sucked it and raked it lightly with my teeth. I then tongued his mouth, exciting him even more. Then he was undressing me as I kissed his throat and chest and felt the glow within me intensify with anticipation.
"On my back I shifted about, so as not to disturb Helen and Tommy, lying entwined and exhausted beside us. Joe slowly moved above me; and as he positioned himself between my outstretched legs, my hand instinctively went to his throbbing organ. Not to guide it into me especially, but to make certain he was wearing protection. I wasn't about to get pregnant and ruin my young life by having to get married too soon.
"I hadn't seen Joe encase his big cock with a rubber, but he had and I could feel it like a protective thin hot sheath over the mass of throbbing manhood aching to bury deep within me.
"'Satisfied?' I heard his quiet voice ask. I nodded. 'Yes. Very much!' The next moment he'd come down and smashed his lips against mine. His tongue darted between my teeth and tickled the inside of my mouth. I sucked on it, gently. The head of his big cock probed at the lips of my cunny.
"My legs spread themselves wider. I tipped up my pelvis. As I held myself motionless I felt the tip of his harness push past my hot love lips, felt the might of his near ten inches of throbbing manhood gorge deep inside me. I groaned, because of his size and the beautiful sensation it caused inside me. I groaned again and much louder as he began his in-and-out movements, and I responded wildly, wantonly, rotating and bucking my hips and flexing my legs across his humping back.
"'Ohhhh, Joe!' I moaned aloud. Already I was jumping and rocking. My pelvis moved quickly and powerfully, matching him each time he stroked and shoved his hugeness into me. Our lips were glued together. I sucked vigorously on his tongue. I pulled it into my mouth the same way as I was drawing his thick goodness into the depths of my body.
"My head began to whirl, and for a moment I thought the beer had made me drunk. But I hadn't had that much beer to drink. My thighs were lashed around his undulating midriff. I felt his strong hands under my buttocks. He gripped them, lifted, and hauled me tight against him. I groaned. He'd hit bottom, but it had felt wonderful!
"Simultaneously, his prick in me seemed to be on fire. His pubis pounded against mine; and the tip of his hard wonder pounded into my clenching and frothy depths. I groaned and moaned. I surged and bounced as the exquisite jolts of a wonderful orgasm roared through me. And from somewhere close by I heard voices shouting: 'Fuck her, Joe! Fuck her till she begs you to stop!' I recognized the voices as Tommy's and Helen's, but couldn't believe it. But I was too busy enjoying myself with Joe to care....
"Suddenly I was clinging tightly to Joe's shoulders. Panting loudly, my pelvis beat against his and I felt the violent peak of my climax. I cried out as I came. He grunted ecstatically and rammed his bigness in deep.
"He was powered against me; and he held himself deeply within me while he achieved a throbbing orgasm, so powerful his jerkings shook my body.
"I closed my eyes tightly. My body shivered and arched and reveled in the delights of that long and beautiful moment. Yet, I hungered for more.
"'My turn!' I heard Tommy's voice say. Then Joe grunted something and withdrew from me and Tommy took his place over me before I could gather my wits or try to get up. His hands caressed and kneaded my flanks and spread my legs wider apart. He leaned forward and clamped both hands on my titties as his mouth clamped over mine and stifled any protests I might utter. Then his teeth were sucking and nipping at my rehardened nipples and the urge for fucking was again running rampant throughout my body.
"My fingers stroked Tommy's skin; and my nails clawed at his back and shoulders as his nursing increased the sensitivity in my titties. My pelvis bounced and rocked. My clit, hard and aching, rubbed against his stomach.
"He continued to kiss and lick me as he squirmed down on my legs. Then he was between my outstretched legs and I moaned happily as his mouth and tongue found my pulsating cunny. I squealed with delight as his lips and tongue rubbed my already sensitive labial. I flung myself into an arch as his tongue lanced inside me. Beautiful-fantastic!-passion tremored through me as his lips and tongue sucked at my clit.
"And once again I felt the powerful surge of hot passion well up deep within me. I rotated my hips. I shoved my pelvis upward, bucked it against his scavaging face. I moaned, begged him to lick me harder-faster. And a second later I was caught in another violent climax.
"My hands gripped his hair; my nails dug into his scalp. His tongue and mouth sucked and loved me joyously and I felt the exquisite burst of my ecstasy as I came. I was by now completely exhausted and satisfied; yet I wanted more.
"I needed to be fucked again. I needed Tommy's extra-long cock inside of me. I wanted to replace the quick and heated swirls of his mouth and tongue with it. 'Fuck me, Tommy! Now! Please fuck me!' I pleaded softly.
"I heard low snickering close by and turned my head. Both Joe and Helen were staring at us, smiling. Their bodies were entwined and I could see his huge cock gorging her small cunny. The latter looked raw and stretched, but she didn't seem to mind. She grinned at me, and there was a funny look in her eyes. A look I hadn't seen before, and it made me shudder slightly.
"I was delightedly distracted to feel the heated head of Tommy's cock at my cunny. I dug my heels into the carpet and formed a rigid arch. I was hot and my skin was slick with perspiration. And I waited for Tommy to thrust his prong deep within me.
"Then his shaft drove into me so hard that I felt impaled to the floor. I was stretched out, delirious with his hot hardness that gorged me. He was a lot bigger man than Joe was. It was fantastic. Exquisite sensations gripped my body. I could not move. I could scarcely breathe.
"His prick began to move in and out of me, then, in slow and powerful strokes. I tried to recall if he'd put on a rubber, but couldn't remember. And the fucking he was giving me felt too sensational to interrupt or spoil by asking him. So I held on tight as the force of his thrusts shoved me across the carpet, burning my ass. My legs were weak with passion and they flailed out erratically.
"The fucking he gave me was beautiful, and went on and on. As his hugeness shuttled in and out, my cunny became more sensitive and his organ seemed hotter and bigger. I began to squirm, then I became limp. I gasped weakly for breath as the spasms of ecstasy racked my tingling body. He was grunting in perfect rhythm with me.
"I became aware of the suctioning sound of our action. The sound was very exciting and erotic; and it intensified every sensation. I heard other sounds commingling with those we made. I looked at Joe and Helen. They were locked in a sixty-nine position, each voraciously sucking off the other. Their loud sucking sounds blended with the sounds of love made by Tommy and me and the room reverberated with our love.
"I felt Tommy's prick swell bigger, and ecstasy held me in its beautiful but agonizing grip. I was on the verge of another high and beautiful climactic peak. I twitched and spasmed. The movement started between my thighs and spread through my body, then to the tips of my limbs. I convulsed into a rigid, nakedly perspiring bridge; and every last centimeter of his glorious prick was buried within me.
"My senses whirled and I could no longer think clearly. Vaguely I discovered that he was pounding me so brutally that he drove me back until my head was underneath the bed. My arms locked around him. My legs clenched him to me.
"I heard Tommy gasping for breath; and then slowly and beautifully my body began to open, like a flower unfolding its petals. All of me had now enclosed him tightly. The volcano of my femininity erupted with a mass of swirling, fiery juices as I climaxed; and his searing series of hot spurtings welded us together in a fantastic and lingering ecstasy.
"Once all of us had rested a bit and drank a couple of beers to refortify our energy, Joe out-lined a plan for a teenage sex club, with the four of us as its officers. We would make up our own illustrated literature and then distribute it discreetly at our high school. When interested boys and girls made inquiry we would invite them to one free party, the second being their initiation into the club and payments of 'dues' for 'leasing of meeting place and purchase of beverages and other stimulants to help new members relax their inhibitions and enjoy sex like it should be enjoyed.'
"I asked Joe just what he meant by 'illustrated literature' to peddle at school. He smiled, shrugged, and said simply. 'Why, we'll pose for the illustrations to begin with, who else?'
"I wasn't so sure I liked the idea. I liked Joe and Tommy, but if they want to use intimate photos of Helen and me sexing them up they could do so and only the two of us would be hurt. Not them. However, after Helen surprised me by assuring me that it would be okay, that we were all in the club thing together, and that sooner or later we would profit from it and organize even more and bigger clubs-I gave in. Like, if it Was okay with her it most certainly was okay with me. After all, she was my best friend!
"Joe decided that the quicker we took the pictures for illustrative material purposes the sooner we could 'let go' and 'get with it' again for the evening. And to this we all agreed.
"I was first to be photographed, along with Joe. Tommy took the photos while Helen helped to pose us on the bed. My first take' was to kneel between Joe's legs and put the end of his hard cock in my mouth and pretend I was sucking him. He was to act like it was heaven to him.
"Joe sat down on the edge of the bed, still naked, and spread his legs. He already had a full erection. I knelt between his legs, grasped the base of his cock with one hand and his balls with the other, and placed the end of it in my mouth. The look on Joe's face wasn't faked; he was truly enjoying it! Tommy told me to stick a little more of Joe's cock in my mouth, and I did. He then took pictures with a camera and flash attachment from various angles.
"My next pose with Joe was on the bed, astraddle of his legs with his cock up inside my cunny. Tommy took several shots and I could feel Joe's cock throbbing like mad in me before I reversed position over him and we struck a sixty-nine pose. Tommy took extra shots of this pose, many close up of Joe licking me and me sucking him.
"Tommy then took what he termed several 'exotic' shots. Joe would get behind me and stick his cock in my cunny, while Helen would spraddle out in a semi propped-up position in front of me and I would act like I was eating her while Joe fucked me from behind. Joe then got up and Tommy posed Helen and me in several lesbian poses and photo graphed us. Helen then suggested she take a few shots of the boys in homosexual poses, but they reneged, saying poses of them 'like that' would 'come later.'
"Joe, being a working man, knew the ins and outs of getting our 'illustrated literature' printed, so we left it all up to him. We figured out what the initiation rites to our club would be-each girl would have to perform fellatio on a boy and swallow his jism, and then be fucked by him. The boys would have to perform cunnilingus on the girls, then be blown and fucked. Afterwards, they would be allowed a brief rest with suitable beverage or 'stimulants' to revive their depleted bodies, after which time the entire group would participate in a prolonged orgy of wild games and sex.
"Joe would rent various places to begin with, for the purpose of meeting without being busted by the cops. We all had too much to lose to be busted, so precaution was a must. We decided that club dues would be $10 a month per member, each to bring his (or her) own liquor to meetings if they wanted any. Once the club got rolling, the dues would jump to $20 a month per member, all 'beverages' furnished by the club. Pot, speed, horse, acid, speed and the like, strictly furnished by members until such a time as the club could buy the stuff from a 'reliable source' at the 'right price.'
"Helen, once our "business' was over, suggested the four of us form a 'daisy-chain' and all pop off together. We agreed to this and positioned ourselves on the bed, in a circle of humanity fired with passion. Joe fucked me from behind while I ate Helen; Helen sucked Tommy off while he in turn ate her. We all had a combined orgasm, after which we rested for thirty minutes and drank more beer.
"I must have passed out or fallen asleep because when I woke up I was all alone and the first gray rays of dawn were spearing through the drapes to barely illuminate the motel room. Fear hit me like a tidal wave. Here it was dawn and the others had deserted me while I slept! Too, it was a good five-mile walk across town to my home and even though my parents were gone for the weekend the neighbors would see me come trudging in and wonder-or, worse, start a little rumor about me being the mouse and 'playing all night' while the cats (my parents) were away.
"I was about to get up and dress and split, when a rap on the door nearly paralyzed me where I was. I swallowed hard. 'Yes? Who is it?' It was Joe and he wanted me to open the door and let him in. I exhaled a sigh of relief, ran to the door and opened it. He slipped in. With him was another boy. The boy's name was Dick and he and Joe roomed and worked together at the service station. Dick's eyes practically raped me, and it was obvious what he wanted.
"'Hi, Dick,' I said, smiling and trying to conceal part of my nakedness. Joe chuckled softly. 'C'mon, hon, you don't have to play square with Dick, here. Hell, he's been around even more than I have. Besides, I just recruited him as a member of our club. What's more, he's already paid me his $20 dues for the week. Not bad, eh?'
"I agreed that it was fine, but still didn't like the smell of things. I had a hunch about Dick, and it wasn't long before it became bold reality.
"'Baby,' Joe said to me smiling, 'I told old Dicky-boy, here, that if he'd pay his $20 to join, now, you'd be glad to cooperate and make him really feel "welcome." Know what I mean?' I knew what he meant. What's more, I told him I wanted no part of it. That if Helen wanted to prostitute herself to Dicky-boy, fine, but not me.
And.... But I didn't finish. Joe stepped in front of me and slapped me across the face, hard. I sprawled on the carpet, half knocking the wind out of myself. I was trying to shake the fogginess out of my brain when I felt a strong pair of arms lift me up and deposit me on my stomach on the bed. I tried to turn over, but was forced to lie on my stomach with my face in the pillow.
"Then the strong arms and hands hoisted my behind up so that I was in a kneeling position with my torso still down. I felt the hand spread my legs, then grip the cheeks of my ass and spread them apart until it hurt. I suddenly realized what was about to happen to me and tried to get away, get off the bed and fight, but too late. Joe, I believe, straddled my upper body and held me down firmly while Dicky-boy mounted me from the rear and pushed the juicy head of his cock against my anus to lubricate it. I screamed; but it sounded like muted nothingness against the sheet under Joe's body.
"He jerked forward, probing with his hard gl ins against my tight, puckered anal opening. But it jammed, wouldn't go in. He rubbed something (I later learned it was saliva) on my asshole and stuck his finger inside to try and work it around and loosen me up. Then he put his glans to my virginal asshole and pushed again, only harder-much, much harder. I felt the head pry through my anal opening, and the pain, fiery and piercing, made me scream against the sheet. Then Joe's knees pressed against me harder and his hands held my hips while his buddy Dick worked his throbbing big organ up my rectum. I screamed. The pain was almost unbearable, before it finally subsided.
"Dick moved his cock slowly in my rear at first, then with a faster rhythm, until I was fully opened and enclosed all of him. Which felt like a telephone pole, believe me. I relaxed and decided to cooperate now, that fighting wasn't worth it.
"My hips started pushing backward at his thrusting pelvis, the flat smacking of our flesh filling the room with its erotic sound. Joe eased off of me and sat on the edge of the bed watching his buddy's big prick saw in and out of my ass. I could feel his heavy balls bounce against my cunny with each powerful thrust he made into me. Then his hand moved down to cup my titties and squeeze them while I responded and moved to and fro to his jarring lunges.
"I looked up at Joe and he grinned. I managed a slight grin then averted my gaze as though humiliated and ashamed for what I'd let myself in for. I felt Joe's weight leave the bed and opened my eyes again. Joe had gotten his camera and was now taking flash shots of me being sodomized by Dick, which was a name most befitting to his friend.
"Suddenly Dick stiffened and cried out that he was going to come. All I did was obligingly back flush against him and shudder as jet after jet of his hot semen shot off in my anal canal like a fire hose gone berserk. Ironically enough, I climaxed, too, almost unaware of how hot I was until it started to happen to me.
"Dick let his prick stay in my ass until it had gotten limp before he pulled it out, making a plopping sound. I sagged forward on my belly on the bed, too tired to say anything or make a move.
"Dick tried to talk to me, tell me what a good piece I'd been, but I lay silent on my belly. He then told Joe he'd see him later and left. After which Joe got me to sit up and then apologized for having to slap me so hard. I nodded, told him I deserved it; but underneath I hated his guts. Yet I was now in too deep to pull out, unless I wanted to have Joe mail my parents a set of prints he'd taken of me, which would be the ruination of me as well as my family.
"I asked Joe to please take me home, that I wanted to take a bath and get cleaned up. To let me alone until we had another club meeting. He wanted to double-date with Tommy and Helen again, but I refused him. I still wanted to have a man love me and fuck me and all the rest of it, but right now not Joe. Not after what had just happened; not after his buddy Dick had paid him to sodomize me, and he had helped his buddy to hold me down.
"Joe took me home. Weak-knead, I closed the front door behind me and the outside world at exactly six-thirty A.M. I trudged wearily upstairs and into my bedroom. I caught sight of myself in the mirror and almost cried out. I looked like hell. Not just from sweat and running mascara, but from dried come on my mouth and cheeks, in my hair, and even on my belly and the insides of both thighs.
"After a nice hot bath, in which I languished for over an hour, I got out and dried myself and felt much better. I then washed my hair and set it with curlers and bobby pins, wrapped it in a bandana, and returned to my bedroom. I flopped on my nice soft bed and closed my eyes. All I could see was huge male penises, each beckoning to me. I opened my eyes. I felt a few painful spasms deep in my rectum and flushed with shame from thought of what I'd been forced to do. I tried to go to sleep, but just as I was about to drift off the phone rang. It was Helen, wanting to know if I was okay.
"I assured her that I was fine, but that I wished she and Tommy hadn't gone off and left me like they did. She said that that had been Joe's idea; that he wanted to let me get some sleep before he woke me up and took me home. Helen knew I could take care of myself, so she had let Joe drive her and Tommy home.
"At school the following week, I told Helen what had happened to me ater she and Tommy left. How Joe had helped hold me so that Dick could sodomize me. How I wished now that we'd never started a teen sex-club deal, and namely how now I wished I'd never let Tommy and Joe take all of those intimate snapshots of Helen and me having sex with them.
"Helen said something then that both shook and surprised me. She told me she knew how sexed-up I was and the way I wore out any one man trying to please me. That she thought the sex-club idea was just great, since it not only offered 'studs' for me but the same for her as well. That most of the basic club ideas had been hers, and that Joe was just adding to her ideas a bit with his own in taking over as president. That she was positive the club offered me the sexual outlet I needed, so that no longer would I make any moves-sexuallytoward her Tommy. At least not unless it was a club matter, period.
"Later that night Daddy heard me crying and came into my room. I told him a lie about being jilted by a boy, and he tried to console me by holding me close and stroking my back as he gently patted my head. I finally calmed down, but not before I realized my closeness had given my father a hard on, which he did a bad job of trying to cover up with his robe. He kissed me good-night and left, keeping his back to me as he exited my room.
"I smiled smugly. I must really be some gal, to have a power over men, including my own father, to make them want to fuck me. I wondered how it would be, being fucked by my own father, the creator, so to speak, of myself. I then dismissed the thought entirely. The sex club, like Helen said, would offer me all the sexual outlets I needed-and I intended to make good use of each and every one of them, too!"
In Wanda's case, the roots of motivation involved are not difficult at all to understand. They are made even clearer by Wanda's continued desire for sexual love until she became a victim of her own popularity. She wanted to be the center of at traction, since at home this was not now the case since her brother Paul had departed for boot training in the Marine Corps, and could not devote his full attention to her and sate her sexual desires. Thus she became an easily influenced-and willing-accomplice in formulating plans for a high school sex club, even to becoming a pawn for those friends influencing her to the extent she was, technically, blackmailed into doing their bidding because of revealing photos they took of her engaged in sexual activities with them.
Another item which arose briefly was the intimate feelings Wanda had for her own father when he attempted to console her one night. As he held her close and gently stroked her back and patted her head in a paternal manner, Wanda's own sexual attractiveness radiated to her father causing him to have an erection which, as she stated, "he did a bad job of hiding" from her even "when he left the room with his back to me."
Thus whereas Wanda was merely a promiscuous girl in the beginning of this work, it now appears that she has reached the point of what may be nymphomania. This is manifested by the fact that she is never sated in sexual acts and therefore must change partners in her attempts to achieve fulfillment.
At first Wanda, with her brother Paul, became highly emotional and oversexed; promiscuous but not nymphomaniac. The incestual affair, which lasted so long with her brother, kept her "satisfied" insofar as she herself knew the difference between being sexually and ephemerally satisfied and fulfilled. But later, after she became lonely in her brother's absence, the inner physical craving to be sexually fulfilled became overpowering, thus leading to her blind date with Joe and later with him and her other friends on dates which were actually sex orgies, which led to the formation of the sex club. Yet Wanda did not realize she was a nymphomaniac until much later, when she sought medical advice and learned what was wrong with her.
Had Wanda become aware or suspicious of certain symptoms she was experiencing in sexual relations she might possibly have sought medical assistance much sooner than she did. However, being unaware of these symptoms at the time and it has been found that most girls afflicted with nymphomania are not, she did not realize that her unfulfilled sexual desires were anything more serious than finding another male-or female-partner who could sate them. Only when various partners in the sex club could not please her sexually, did she realize something was wrong with her, that she was not like a normal girl her age should be.
In his book, Nymphomania, Dr. Albert Ellis sums up the prevailing medical viewpoint and isolates the accepted symptoms (which Wanda knew nothing about) as follows:
1. Nymphomania is compulsive behavior. Even if a woman realized her sexual problem [which Wanda did not], even if she wants to stop it, even if she honestly tries to discontinue sexually promiscuous behavior, in advanced stages she is unable to do so. This woman is truly sex-driven and is totally the captive of her own desires, and will build and fabricate an entire life based on the need to sate her sexual cravings, with all other considerations in inferior positions of importance.
2. Nymphomania is a never-ending need for sex. No matter how often a true nymphomaniac has coitus, no matter how many times she attains orgasm, she must repeat the act and reseek the sensation again within a very short time-often within a matter of hours. This forces her to seek sexual satisfaction with many men, since no one man she has learned is able to fully satiate her.
3. The nymphomaniac is acting out of control. In addition to her compulsive behavior, her sexuality is running amok, carrying her out of control altogether, so that all other relationships in her life are sacrificed. To her, there is no time like the present, and no man like the one she is having sexual relations with.
4. The nymphomaniac is filled with self-loathing. The woman who eventually realizes her desires are nymphomaniacal is generally filled with self-disgust, but is unable to do anything to help herself. She often tries to conceal her predilection from her friends and business relations; she is generally masochistic and dependent. She needs medical help, but is afraid of seeking it, and is unable to help herself.
It has been learned in Wanda's case that promiscuous girls who become nymphomaniacs, despite the popular theory, do have orgasms, if not fulfilling orgasms. It is thus easy to understand why the victim of nymphomania does not know she is thus and keeps seeking males to sexually sate her desires, like a tigress seeking food for her cubs, even turning to female sex relations at times for the thrill of the orgasm achieved, such as Wanda kept seeking in the high-school sex club she and her companions formed.
Thus Wanda's narration of the formation of the club and all that transpired offers valuable insight to what is happening in our 'in' society of teenagers today in high schools across the nation.
"A few days later, Helen told me she wanted to see me in private, that she had something very interesting to show me. I chose a discreet time in-between study halls and met her in the girl's restroom. She had a large manila envelope, and on her pretty face was a big smile. She quickly opened the envelope and extracted a brochure with black and white print and illustrative photos. The photos were well-cropped versions of Helen and Joe and Tommy and me in the motel room doing our sexual thing' for the camera, while the printed matter supporting it boasted of 'good times' for every male and female student who was interested in joining our sex club. The brochure was well done and looked professional, and though the photos were cropped expertly enough to hide our identities it made me blush with shame and guilt just knowing what I looked like-what we all looked like-performing the various sex acts.
"'Exciting, huh?' quipped Helen, blue eyes a gleam. I agreed that, to say the least, the brochures were exciting as well as a bit breathtaking. On the back was a printed coupon to be filled out by potential club members, plus a blind post office box number to mail it to in the 'strictest of confidence.' But all of a sudden I was afraid, unsure if I after all wanted to be a part in organizing such a club or not.
"Helen, however, must have been clairvoyant of my thoughts for she calmly reminded me of how deeply involved I was in this thing and how Joe and Tommy could make it rough for me if I didn't cooperate fully with my part of things. I reassured her not to worry about me, that I was thinking about my brother and not trying to welsh on what was expected of me. She said she hoped so, that she'd hate to see me hurt by the boys and, also, that she would hate to see them have to send my parents full-blown glossies of me in sexual poses with Tom and Joe.
"I laughingly promised Helen (again) that I'd do what was expected of me, that I was, after all, a 'charter member' of our club. And that she was also one. She laughed, then, and took half of the wild brochures to distribute at select spots around the school while I did likewise. Later, we would meet Joe and Tommy and drive to a place they intended to use for club meetings.
"After I had discreetly 'peddled' the sex-club brochures at select places around school-the library, under the doors of several boys' restrooms, on the tables in several girls' restrooms-without being detected, I innocently trouped to our home room with the rest of my class for a final briefing on some upcoming exams before we were dismissed for the day.
"While Miss P-, our homeroom teacher was explaining what the exams would entail, and what all we should study for them, I surreptitiously glanced around and espied several girls and boys, with very red faces, perusing something inside their notebooks which definitely was not pertaining to examinations.
"I could feel my cheeks get hot as a couple of the girls looked in my direction with questioning expressions, as if trying to deduce whether or not the photos they were looking at were truly of me. Then I felt a nudge at my back and glanced back to stare into the flushed and lusting face of Harry, my 'Mr. America' who earlier left me irate and frustrated after 'rabbiting' me on a date. I could tell Harry knew the photos were of me and Helen, even though he didn't know Joe and barely knew Tommy.
"I snapped my attention to Miss P-again, ignoring Harry, but knowing positively we already had at least one definite member for our sex club. I was further cognizant of the fact that he would choose me to have sex relations with and that I would have to please him in accordance with the rule of our club. But I was anxious for something else-Harry's initiation; he would have to eat me and satisfy me before becoming a full-fledged member of our club. And just thinking about him down there eating me, seemed to calm the inhibited fears and uncertainties I'd had earlier in the day.
"Later that afternoon, Helen and I met Tommy, and the three of us walked four blocks from the school, where Joe was waiting for us. We piled into his Ford and split for the scene he had picked for our first club meeting.
"There was a lot of racial bias in our town toward Negroes and Mexicans, and subsequently the side of town where they resided was the low rental district, the slums and the ghettos. Prejudice had not entered our minds, however, and we took advantage of the low rent district (that is, Joe did) and rented this old house with six rooms downstairs and three bedrooms and bath upstairs for a cool $75 a month. It was deserted and void of furniture when we four inspected it that afternoon, and the way the stairs creaked and spider webs hung and the gloominess in general about the place gave me the creeps.
"But Helen, resourceful that she is decided that after a bit of 'fixing up' with paint and psychedelic paintings and colors, plus some cheap but clean and substantial chairs, lounges, and beds we could rent or buy, the place would jump with grooviness and sexy activity. Better still, it was in a neighborhood where people minded their own business. That is why Joe had selected the site as being ideal for the club we were organizing.
"I told Joe about the way Harry looked at me, that I was positive we'd hear from him soon about membership. I mused aloud about his having to eat me, rather fitting after his having left me frustrated on our previous date.
"'Speaking of eating ... ' Joe said to me, smiling. I looked down to behold the big bulge in the front of his pants. I smiled, reached down, and squeezed his cock. He gasped, apparently not expecting me to do it so boldly. But I suddenly didn't care anymore. I was tired of holding myself back, tired of fighting nit-picking inhibitions, tired of anything except men, penises, and sex, in that order. And right now Joe filled the order completely.
"'Speaking of eating?' I mocked him, and squeezed his hard cock again. Helen, flushed with excitement at my boldness, went into an embrace with Tommy. And very few minutes lapsed before he backed her against the wall and was dryfucking her as she moaned and pulled at the back of his shirt.
"Meanwhile, I had dropped to my knees in front of Joe and my hands were busily unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly. His jeans dropped down and I tugged his jock-shorts down with them to his knees. I looked up and Joe's hard, throbbing cock seemed to beckon me like a swollen finger; his sperm-filled balls hardened with anticipation and seemed to jump when his cock jerked. I let my gaze travel up to his belly and chest to his flushed face and lusting gaze. 'Do it good, baby,' he said hoarsely. 'Blow me good, and I'll please you like you've never been pleased before.'
"I giggled softly, musing to myself: Now, just how can you please me like I've never had it before? But I went along with him and concentrated on the oral business at hand....
"'Suck me good,' he whispered, pushing forward with his pelvis a bit so that the head of his big cock was engulfed in my mouth. I was determined to drain him this time, swallow his come, and try to like it. If we were to have a sex club I knew it would insult a boy to have me blow him and not swallow his jism. Besides, who the hell ever heard of a man's semen giving a girl ulcers who pleased him orally? Or at least I told myself that for the reassurance I needed.
"I wrapped my lips tightly around the head of his pulsating organ and let my tongue excite him. I gently squeezed his balls and took in more of him, until the head of his cock was mashing against the back of my throat. I sucked and laved with my tongue as he moved his prong in and out of my mouth.
"'Suck me ... suck me hard, baby!' his voice commanded softly from above.
"I moved my hands to his hips, held them tight as I worked my mouth around his hot, bobbing phallus, letting my tongue lave the sensitive underside, feeling the blood-gorged veins as he ground deeper and deeper into my throat.
"'Ohhhh,' he groaned pleasurably, 'that's so nice, baby ... so goddamned nice!' He adjusted his position so that he could almost shove his entire cock down my throat, and I began to choke and back off so I could breathe. But he was overly excited now and gripped my head hard and held it to him as he worked his cock in and out of my aching mouth.
"I made a horrible gagging sound and felt giddy in the head. He seemed to realize he was choking me with his penis, relaxed his grip on my head, and eased up a little. I sucked in oxygen through my nose and blew it out around his cock. He liked that. I let the head of his organ move back and forth in my mouth and sucked on it like a kid with a lollipop as he panted and gasped above me. Drops of his sperm I could already taste, but they were not so salty this time and easier to take than before.
"'Ohhhhh, baby V he grunted, and I could tell by the heavy throbbing of his cock that he was about ready to climax. My tongue raced furiously up and down his hard, swollen staff, and I sucked him as hard as I could, nibbling along his thick tool and mashing gently upward on his balls as I did so.
"He made another funny sound, stiffened and jerked, and I tasted the first thick spurts of his hot semen as it shot from the end of his cock. Then more spurts came, long ones, and then shorter ones, until my mouth was full of his jism and I had to swallow it, or vomit. I downed it with a hard gulp, and went right on sucking him and swallowing his come until it stopped dribbling out, until his prick went limp and fell out of my mouth as his trembling legs gave way and he sat down heavily on his bare ass on the dirty floor. And fell over on his back and gasped for breath, and kind of moaned like a man in a coma of some kind.
"I looked at Tommy and Helen. Her back was mashed against the wall and her legs were locked around Tommy's humping hips. His hands encircled her waist, holding up her skirt and her weight as he sawed in and out of her with his long, hard prick. She was moaning and having a helluva good time of it, too. So I got up and looked down at Joe. I chuckled softly. He looked ridiculous. His face was white and sheened with sweat, and his eyes were still closed. His shirt was open, exposing his hairy chest and muscle-ribbed belly, and he was nude to his knees, where his jock-shorts and jeans clung to his hot, sweaty legs. His thighs were apart a bit and his poor cock looked impotent in its limp state, also reddish, like chapped, where my mouth and teeth had gobbled him, and the head looked red and purple and sore as all hell. I sort of doubted that he would live up to his boast of pleasing me like I'd never been pleased before, once he came around again.
"I heard Helen cry out and Tommy grunt and looked to see him nearly ram her through the wall as they both climaxed together. Then he grunted and dropped her legs, and she braced herself on the wall to keep from falling down.
"'Hey, 's'matter with Joe?' Tommy asked, grinning.
"I smiled, shrugged saucily. 'I think he liked what I did for him,' I replied softly. Helen and Tommy laughed and came toward me straightening up their own clothing. Tommy helped Joe to his feet and propped him against the wall as he helped haul up his shorts and jeans and get squared away.
"Joe stared at me with a kind of incredulous look. I could tell he had never dreamed I would ever be as good as I had been to him, could deplete him to such an extent he could not retaliate and live up to his promise of pleasing me. He came over, put his hands on my shoulders, and managed a weak grin. 'Jesus, baby, where'd you ever learn to blow a guy like that? Huh? Man, you weren't half this good in the motel room the other night ... !'
"Smiling, I assured him there was a lot about me he didn't know and, what's more, possibly would never find out. I told him, however, that I was happy he was so pleased even (and I deliberately threw this one at him for spite) though he hadn't been able to fulfill his promise to me. He admitted that he had planned to fuck me until I begged him to stop but that, like I'd said, he was too drained dry now to back it up. 'Another time,' he promised, 'another time ... real soon. Okay?' I smilingly assented, feeling very proud of myself for the 'victory' I'd won over him.
"Three days later, Helen and I met in the girls' restroom at school again and she was flushed with excitement. 'We got ten applicants for our club!' she said quickly. 'Joe just got them from the post office and contacted Tommy, who let me know. Isn't it wonderful?'
"I concurred that it was very exciting, even more than we anticipated since lots of kids would keep the brochures to show their friends and/or throw them away; or teachers would acquire a few of them and begin a probe into who was organizing such a sex club and recruiting members in our school, which would also spook kids from joining up with us. But ten solid applicants was-wowie-groovy!
"I asked Helen who the applicants were and she said she didn't know who, but that Joe had told Tommy there were three girls and seven boys. With Helen and me that made five girls to take on nine boys, counting Joe and Tommy-or quite a night's orgy in store for all of us. I asked Helen if she knew when Joe would contact the applicants and when our first club meeting would be. Helen tittered softly. She said he would contact them tonight and that our first initiation meeting would be held at the old house Saturday night. Which meant we had to paint it and get some furniture by then.
"However, that night my plans got botched up. My father decided I'd been running out too much and was neglecting my studies, and therefore I couldn't go out until the weekend.
"I was really upset and irate. I had to be there to help the others refurbish and paint our club, yet to do so would cause trouble at home. I called Helen and told her the score. She said she would tell Tommy and Joe, and asked me to call her back in thirty minutes so she wouldn't have to call me and maybe rouse my father's suspicions if he answered and she asked to speak to me. Hell, my dad was the old school, all-knowing, ex-marine type of guy who suspected everything. So why cause him or myself undue anxiety?
"I called Helen thirty minutes later. She said Joe was mad but understood my problem-providing I wasn't pulling a cop-out, in which case he would mail certain photos of me to certain people close to me. I assured Helen all was legit, that I would play the 'good girl' a couple of nights, study hard, and win Dad into letting me out a night earlier than the weekend nights. By then I could help Helen and the boys finish up with the club and be set to participate in 'games' Saturday and Sunday nights.
"Maybe it was supposed to happen like this, Dad making my stay home, because he looked in on me several times that first evening to 'see how I was doing,' but somehow I got the idea there was more behind his 'look-sees' than just to see if I was studying and needed any parental assistance.
"A plan began to form in my minxish, scheming mind. A plan that, if it worked, might free me for club 'activities' any night or time I wanted to attend."
It has been noted that Wanda's flip description of her love for her father and mother have constantly been accompanied by the testimonial of her eagerness for sex and the forming of a sex club and the gratification she obtained from the sexual acts she engaged in with her friends, Joe, Tommy, and Helen.
It has also been validly noted that every symptom of Wanda's constant sexual cravings indicate clearly she is a true nymphomaniac, as well as a young woman possessed with manifestations of grandeur one minute and loneliness the next. But her failure to mention any love for her mother and father portray an even deeper psychosis within her-the insistence of having her own way at all times-which leads her to only one so-called "scheme" to get her way: the seduction of her father. She knows her mother to be the stronger willed of her parents, even though her mother was often not at home and attending her social clubs and political rallies. Thus to get her way, Wanda would hit at the "weakest link" of the parentage, her father.
Her phallic worship and glorification of sex are typical of the pathological state that symptomizes acute nymphomania; thus her "mania" now zeroes in on her father as the incestuous target for getting her own way, which is similar to the way she seduced her own brother (sans intercourse) to sate not only her sex cravings but her dominating wiles. By giving in to her, her brother, Paul, was able over several years to maintain a "close" relationship with his sister which, to outsiders, seemed the perfect way for a family's children to get along and appreciate each other. Even after Paul departed for Marine boot camp, Wanda continued with her "love for parents" acting while suffering terribly the sex cravings burning within her until she could endure it no longer and sought "relief through intercourse and other sex acts with Joe, Tommy, and Helen.
We will now let Wanda resume her fascinating narration of how she seduced her own father to get her own way (going to sex club meetings during the weekday nights whenever she wanted to), and then took her sex-driven vent out on the male members of the new sex club.
CHAPTER FOUR
Wanda Makes Her Father Make Her
"I took a shower and put on my bra and bikini panties, a translucent blue negligee and slippers. I tied my hair up in a bun atop my head, to give me that 'older' look. I wiped my face clean of makeup, giving me that pristine and 'willing to learn about life' look. I then propped up in bed and resumed reading my literature book, as though studying for the upcoming exams.
"Daddy (for the fifth time!) came into my room for another look-see, smiled, and got that funny gleam in his eyes as he studied my curvy body under the negligee. I helped him to see more of me by moving my legs in a nonchalant manner, causing the negligee to open from my naval, down. I asked him what he and mother were watching on TV downstairs, and he informed me that she had gone to a woman's club meeting (which I really already knew about) and wouldn't be home until late, and that, quite frankly, he was lonesome and tired of watching reruns on TV and had come up to visit with me-if I didn't mind. He said that he would be happy to help me with my studies, if I wanted his help.
"He was now ensconced on the edge of my bed, and it was easy to see why he'd sat down instead of remained standing while we chatted. He had a tremendous hard on and therefore was too embarrassed to remain standing lest I notice it; he was too desirous to visit with me to want to leave my room until his heated emotions subsided to normal.
"His gleaming eyes kept watching my curvy nakedness, my thighs and hips, the treasure which lay hot and waiting under the filmy bikini panties that covered my crotch, the smallness of my waist, the fullness and rise and fall of my bra-clad titties, my throat and shoulders and arms, my face and hair-like a man possessed and practically ready to rape me if I resisted him.
"'You know something, hon,' he said, reaching out and gently patting my bare calf, 'you're getting to be one helluva good-looking girl, and I want you to know how proud I am to be your old man'
"I smilingly thanked him, leaned forward and cupped his face with my hands, and kissed him on the mouth. Not a friendly daughterly kiss, but a wanton womanly kiss with all the 'sock' behind it I could muster to really send him.
"Suddenly he broke our kiss and sat back, staring incredulously and looking flustered. His face was flushed with excitement from the manner in which I had just French-kissed the hell out of him.
"'Ah,' he gulped out, "maybe I had best go back downstairs and watch the old reruns on TV...."
But I could tell he truly didn't mean a word he spoke.
"Oh?, I retaliated softly. 'I thought you said you were lonesome and wanted to be up here with me.' To which he flusteringly replied, 'I do, that is, I want to visit with you but...." He broke off, unable to find the words to say.
"I smiled, said, 'What's the matter, dear old Dad? Don't you find me interesting enough? Don't you like my grown-up kisses?"
"The flush on his sweat-sheened face deepened. He admitted he loved my grown-up kisses but that, after all, he was my father and not a boyfriend. To which I chidingly pursed my lips and cooed, 'Sooo?' and he swallowed hard, managed a nervous little laugh, and said, 'Sooo, I think I had best remember who we are and watch old reruns on TV before ... anything happens.'
"Brazenly, I rose to a kneeling position on my bed and swept off my negligee. I gave him that somnolent tigress stare and asked him if he would like to make passionate love me to ... his one and only daughter. I realized he might possibly react negatively, get riled and insulted, and slap me harder than I'd ever been slapped before, but I also knew that the risk was worth it if I was to ever accomplish the scheme I had in mind.
"For a few minutes my father just stared at me, as though too surprised or shocked or both to believe what was happening was ture. Then the flush on his face deepened even more as a wry smile came upon his lips. 'You're serious? You really want me to make-uh-that kind of love to you?'
"'If you want to, yes. I think it would be both exciting and interesting to have the man who created me make love to me.'
"'Your mother.... If she ever
"'Don't worry, dear old Dad,' I purred. 'Mom will never know. Our lovemaking will be our secret, strickly. Okay.'
"He smiled and nodded. He hestitated for a moment, stared at me again, as though to convince himself I meant what I said, that this wasn't just a nice dream, that all was for real, then he took me in his arms and kissed me. He kissed me hard and drove his tongue into my mouth and I responded avidly by sucking on it and worrying it with the tips of my teeth. His hands went to my breasts, kneading and moving the hard nipples until my breathing came in gasps and I was hotter than hell. I was not idle, either. My hands had opened his fly and belt and gently freed his mammoth cock and large, hairy balls. I couldn't help but stare at them, fascinated that such jewels could produce a hot bitch like me. I worked my hand up and down on his prick and he moaned and signed with delight. I pressed and tickled his balls, surprised they were so loaded for a married man like him. I later learned why, but for now I was too steamed up with desire to care about how heavy his balls were, so long as he unloaded them in me.
"But dear old Dad cheated me. My hand was too thrilling, pumping up and down on his big prick, and suddenly he gasped as it erupted with pulsing spurtings of hot semen that shot over my hand and arm, on him and my sheet before he could reach for his handkerchief and shudder the rest of his load out into it.
"He looked sheepish, embarrassed, and very apologetic. I assured him it was all right, that 'accidents' like that sometimes happen. But he was too mortified and embarrassed to even get hard again. He replaced his genitals inside his clothing and started to get up and leave. But I caught his arm, stared boldly into his eyes, and said, 'I need freedom every evening the rest of this week, Daddy, and not studying. What's more,' I hated to hurt him but knew I had to, 'I am very disappointed in you, as a father and as a love. And if you don't let me go out every night this week without interfering, so help me-I'll tell Mom what kind of a father you really are!'
"His eyes lost their apologetic look and widened with fearful alarm. Then they narrowed with ribald anger. I had used him to get my way and he saw it now and hated me for it. But I had him cold, and he knew it. 'Okay,' he snapped, rising and stepping to the door. 'You get your way Thank you for letting me know where I stand.' He went out and closed the door hard behind him.
"I swung out of bed and sat on my vanity bench looking at myself in the dresser mirror you lousy incestuous little bitch, I mused. You're spoiled rotten, plain no good, but full of love up to your ears for any and all men! I donned a sweat shirt, jeans, and sneakers, then stepped out into the hall and dialed Helen's number. But she had already gone out, so I thanked her mother and hung up. Sighing, I went back to my room. And walked right into my father's encircling arms!
"Before I could cry out, he kissed me hard and drove his tongue into my mouth. I felt his tremendous hard on pushing against my stomach as I tried to push him away. But he pinned my arms solid and forced me back and down on my bed. Then his hands were literally ripping off my clothing as his mouth clamped on mine and stifled any screams I might try to make.
"In seconds, Daddy had me stripped naked and was pushing down his trousers and briefs. His knees forced my legs apart and then his cock was in my cunny and felt like a telephone pole gorging my insides. All the resistance went out of me now as desire replaced resistance and need replaced the shock of his surprising me and raping me. Raping? Well, not exactly. It started that way but right now I loved every inch of cock my old man could thrust in me!
"Once I relaxed he took things slow and easy. He buried his big cock right up to the core of my passage, so that his sacks rubbed the folds of my vaginal skin. I pulled my thighs back, making myself almost into a ball onto which he rolled, thrusting in and out as the ball bucked and swayed and swiveled under him.
"He ran his hands all over my body, delving, squeezing, pinching, and tweaking-and then his hand closed on the globes of my pumping fanny and gripped me closer to him, so that each potent thrust he made felt like it would penetrate right up into my belly. I moaned and groaned my pleasure and squirmed and wiggled and held on to him as my cunny milked his big prick. Then he grunted, his belly shook like a leaf and his cock ballooned mightily within me. 'Yank! Don't knock me up!' I heard my voice cry out, but too late. For suddenly what semenal load he had left spurted inside me as his cock ground forward to my very apex again. Then he withdrew from me, got up, and glared at me as he wiped his cock with his handkerchief.
"You came in me!' I whined helplessly. 'You might have knocked me up. You raped me, damn you! I hate you!" But I really didn't hate him because I loved him. Not for the way he fucked me and sated my 'hots' temporarily, but because he was my father and a crafty old gent to say the least. But I had to act fearful and indignant to shake him so I would get my way.
"Maybe that'll teach you not to tamper with "live ammunition", hon,' he smirked. 'Those that do usually get burnt.'
"I just sat there, glaring at him. After he departed, I scooted quickly across the hall and used a douche bag I'd bought and kept well hidden in my room. Afterward, feeling clean and safe again, I returned to my room and tried to concentrate on studying lit, but it was no use. The night's strange turn of events made studying impossible. So I took off all my clothes, crawled between the sheets, and snapped off the bed-stand lamp. I closed my eyes and saw my father's lusting face, all red and hot and sweaty, over me as he rammed it to me. And the look on his face when he got his gunny in me so utterly relieved, as though he'd stored up for tonight for months.
"Then I thought of Joe and his big cock and how he'd loved the blow job I'd given him at the old house. I suddenly was burning up with desire again and had no man to sate me. So I used my fingers and dreamed of all the different boys who had fucked me while I masturbated. Afterward, I fell off to sleep and didn't awake until the next morning.
"The next evening my father had nothing to say when I trudged out in sweat shirt, jeans, and slacks, saying I was going to help decorate our high-school gym for a dance that weekend. I thought Mother might object, but she didn't. I learned later she went to another meeting that night while my father stayed home alone.
"The other kids had cleaned the place pretty well so all we now had to do was repaper the walls, paint the ceilings, doors, and trim, and paint psychedelic art on things to give the place the right mood. Joe had bought enough paper for the rooms downstairs, plus enough paint. Just as well, because by the time we finished the last downstairs room we all were so tired sex was the last thing any of us wanted, preferring bed and rest first. The following evening we moved in some serviceable old furniture Joe had bought for a song, then trooped upstairs and repapered and painted two bedrooms before running out of supplies. Exhausted, we (Helen and I) made the boys drive us home, telling them we both needed our 'beauty rest' in preparation for big events that weekend.
"Saturday evening, I went over to Helen's house and waited there until Joe and Tommy picked us up. Both boys looked clean and handsome, both wore clean knit shirts and tight-fitting slacks, flared at the cuffs. Helen and I had on our sexiest-looking hot pants outfits, which snugged our bodies in a way that didn't leave much for the imagination. We four went to the house early, to officially welcome potential new club members by preparing them for initiation ... the boys first, and then the girls.
"Harry arrived first (as I had predicted) and seemed a little surprised to see me in the reception line, although I'm positive he knew some of the photos in the brochure were of me. Yet he was also pleased that I was there, ecstatic when he paid his $10 dues to Joe and was told what he must do to me as initiation into the club. He agreed, taking my arm and starting toward a room off the main room. However, he was halted by Joe who informed him that a majority of charter members must watch him eat me, in order to judge whether or not he passed his initiation. He didn't like the idea of onlookers too much, but assented to let Helen and Tommy watch him eat me.
"In the next room Harry and I stripped off all our clothing and lay down on the Hollywood-style bed and began making love. Tommy and Helen, still clothed, stood at the head of the bed watching us. Harry kissed me and I opened my mouth and sucked in his tongue. His prick got hard and poked into me so I clasped it gently below the head and moved my hand up and down, feeling the foreskin peel back and forth over the hot, velvety head. His hands squeezed my titties and worked their nipples until I was trembling with desire.
"I then positioned myself on the bed, shoulders against a roll-type pillow, and opened my legs wide. Harry, flushed but determined, scooted down until he rested on his elbows between my parted thighs. He stared at my cunny, as though he disbelieved he would ever see it like this, and then he smiled and worked two of his fingers in and out of it awhile until the juices were flowing and my butt was reacting to his probing hand.
"Then Harry's lips began to trail kisses the length of my inner thighs, each time getting nearer and nearer my fur-covered well. Then his hot lips contacted my cunny and the tip of his tongue licked first the lips and then the hard clit. I moaned and groaned and wiggled my pelvis against his face. My hands groped and found his head and I tugged him to me, crying out in ecstasy as his hard tongue probed far up in my vagina.
"'Get her, Harry!' I heard Tommy's voice cry. "Get her good!"
"'Yeh, big man,' I heard Helen's voice chime in, 'eat her until she hasn't got a pussy left!'
"In and out of me Harry's tongue moved, like a striking serpent, tickling my lips and clit only to lunge far up in me and work around and around, as though he was trying to unscrew me or something. But what he was doing was wonderful, and before I knew it I reached climax and let go, in his face, in my reverie. Harry swore as my juices soaked him and Tommy and Helen cheered. Harry had passed initiation as a club member, but he now was paired with Helen to fuck while I sexily got ready to 'initiate' another potential male member.
"An hour later, the seven new male members had passed initiation into the club on Helen and me, and now it was time for the three new females to be initiated by Joe and Tommy.
"Gail was a cute girl, about five-three, blonde, with a beautiful face and richly endowed figure.
She was a senior from Mr. W-'s home-room, a girl I'd never believe would want to join a sex club. Yet here she was with her ten bucks, ready to be initiated by Joe.
"Harry and Tommy and Helen and I watched the ceremony while the other male members waited in the other room for the orgy promised them.
"Gail lay down on the bed and Joe straddled her midriff, taking care not to mash her with his weight. His big hard cock and balls seemed aligned perfectly with the girl's mouth. She took his jewels gently in her hands and played with them. She dragged his prick down between her titties and mashed them together on it, causing him to groan with pleasure. Joe then eased forward, his swollen organ coming toward her salivating mouth like a crawling snake, cruel, relentless. Her eyes seemed transfixed on its size, its plum like head. She moaned and opened her mouth wide, her lips barely covering her white, even teeth. She bent her head forward an inch, then, and snaked out her tongue to taste the love juice seeping from the hole at the tip of Joe's organ. Then her lips parted and with a singular motion her lips and teeth closed around the probing head just back from the tip and bit lightly once, twice, nibbling greedily at the smooth, gorged flesh. Then they released their grip and pulled back, allowing her soft, wet lips to take over the job of tantalizing the organ of the boy straddling her chest.
"Joe leaned forward, his hands on either side of her head, his mouth open, hot air passing from deep within his lungs. Gail's soft lips nibbled at the whole of his crown like an animal sucking at a plum, trying to pull it from a tree. He groaned aloud, and then with a gasp he pushed his cock deep into her throat, choking her for a moment. She tried to gasp for air, unable to cope with the deeper intrusion into her throat, but with the fires of passion also blazing within her flushed body, she suddenly seemed to find Joe's massive erection in her mouth most pleasurable and sucked at it hungrily in spite of her difficulty in breathing.
"Sensing her discomfort Joe pulled back a bit, relieving the pressure in her throat, then gently pressed back again into the warm, open, moist cavern of her mouth.
"She moaned crazily and began to move her head in a steady back and forth rhythm. She cupped the cheeks of Joe's ass and pulled him toward her as she pushed her head at the big cock in her mouth, each movement seemingly desperate and forceful. And Joe ... the pig loved it!
"Faster and faster Gail bobbed her head, sucking at the white-hot weapon, her hands slapping at his humping ass, forcing him to move almost spastically, trying to keep up with her wildly sucking mouth.
"In a frenzy the two animals-they resembled such-jerked at each other, trying to speed up what was coming. Then Joe suddenly cried out in his ecstasy as he shot off in Gail's sucking mouth, his jettisoning sperm filling her mouth until it ran out of both corners. But she sucked him voraciously, trying to force every drop of his sperm down her throat as he continued to stroke in and out of her mouth.
"Then Joe gasped wearily and fell forward, his penis deflating in her mouth, his balls resting under her chin, relaxed. And she continued to suck on his limp prick, sucking it clean with her tongue, biting lightly. The rest of us returned to the front room where the seven initiated boys and the two more girls to be initiated waited.
"Janet and Lois, the two girls waiting, were seniors from Mr. S-'s home-room. They were both attractive and had nice figures, and were as sexy as Helen and I. Tommy and Harry detailed themselves as a committee of two to initiate the girls in an upstairs room while Helen and I entertained the boys already initiated to membership. Helen and I left it up to Harry and Tommy, the male majority council, to be the judges of whether or not Janet and Lois performed fellatio on them well enough to qualify them as club members. We had no doubts that both girls would pass with flying colors, however.
"We all stripped off our clothing and the lights were turned real low. Shades were drawn, too. The boys formed a big circle around Helen and me, after they had pushed two mattresses together in the center of the room for us to lay down on. From where we sat on the mattresses, Helen and I could see seven hard cocks encircling us, each standing like a jutting mast from between its proud owner's legs. Each boy had big balls-full ones-too, which gave Helen and me the driving challenge to deplete them.
"The first two boys, Lyle and Bob, both built like Hercules, with cocks and balls to match, got on the matresses with Helen and me. Lyle was my lover, Bob was Helen's. The other five boys lustfully watched, several masturbating while Lyle and Bob went to town making love to us.
"Lyle hovered over me and penetrated me with his bat-like cock about the same time Bob did the same to Helen. Lyle's virile thrusts were so hot and powerful that I came almost immediately, as though I hadn't been fucked for months. Lyle kept right on, humping me, mouthing my nipples as his hands squeezed my titties, and I heaved my pelvis at him, taking him deeper and deeper within me until I could feel his balls against my ass and knew I had him entirely. Then something happened I wasn't expecting.
"Another Atlas of a boy, named Jobe, could not wait for Lyle to finish fucking me before he took his turn on me. He knelt down near my head and stuck the end of his cock into my gasping mouth. God! I nearly went out of my ever-loving mind! I sucked ravenously on Jobe's big hunk of manhood while Lyle humped me and heard my own voice utter a gargling sound as I had another orgasm just as Lyle had his deep inside me. Then Jobe went off in my mouth and I sucked and swallowed as hard and fast as possible to drain him dry.
"I heard another funny sound. I unmouthed Jobe's limp prick and looked at Helen. She was being given the same treatment I had just had, only the guy she was sucking off had his cock so far down her throat he was choking her, and the noises I'd heard were Helen's as she tried to suck and gag and breathe at the same time.
"Then strong hands were on me again and I was lifted up and turned over on my stomach, with my fanny upraised and my kneeling legs spread wide apart. I felt a huge cock probe for my cunny from the back, find it, and stuff itself inside me to the hilt. I gritted my teeth and held on to the mattress as the boy's cock-a monstrous thing-sawed in and out of me from behind, each lunge feeling like it would penetrate my entire body and come out my mouth.
"I felt something else, too. The boy's finger toyed with my puckered anus and then plunged inside to the knuckle. I groaned and grunted from pleasure and exertion. I had another hard orgasm almost immediately."
Although Wanda's scheme to seduce her father in order to get her way about attending sex-club activities during weeknights as she chose to worked, she simultaneously involved herself in not just one but many incestual affairs with him thereafter. She thus developed an inner guilt complex associated with the depths to which her sex needs had driven her with her own father, even though she never once admitted these feelings openly to anyone, even her mother.
She demanded attention, action, plus the never-ending demand of physical touch and sexual fulfillment by a man. For sex, so she had previously discovered, was the direct way in which she could satisfy this overpowering craving for personal and physical contact with a man, preferably a young man since the latter's sex-drives and recuperative powers were much faster and better than those of an older man like her father.
At the same time, however, each sexual "conquest" provided only temporary relief from her deeply embedded loneliness and sexual frustrations.
In Pros & Cons of Premarital Petting, Robert A. Harper says:
Many boys and girls in America grow up not only with strong sanctions against the direct and intimate feelings of affection, but outright feelings of guilt, distrust and hostility toward members of the opposite sex. Some type of permissive setting where adolescents may learn to relate to members of the opposite sex and to develop some degree of freedom and spontaneity in the expression of affection would seem to be a cultural desirability....
It certainly seems to be an absured procedure for a society, first, to instill strong sexual inhibitions in their children until eventually they rebel, and learn the truth for themselves. This often leads to marked changes in their personalities-nymphomania, homosexual, etc.-but is propagated thusly and deliberately by the children seeking love and affection and understanding-and good sex relations-and experimenting on their own.
In Dr. Ira Reiss's book, Premarital Sexual Standards in America, where he discusses "promiscuous virgins, he points out-correctly-that a girl might remain virgin by a technical definition, yet engage with many, many males in all kinds of normal and abnormal sexual acts short of intercourse itself. But "once the act of intercourse is performed," Dr. Reiss contends, "abrupt changes in personality develop soon afterward."
In what sexologists such as Freud, Kinsey, and Ellis term as the "great middle class" we find a great disparity in the family backgrounds of the high school and junior high students involved in most kinds of joint activities, whether it be school sports and social events or a strictly private sex club.
"A kind of sweet, pungent aroma reached my nostrils and for the first time I realized some of the boys were smoking pot. But then the big cock in me began to balloon, then pulsate and shoot its heavy load of semen, and there was no time to think about pot or anything but the pleasantries at hand summed up in three big letters: SEX!
"Suddenly I tensed up a bit. The head of a cock was pushing at the pucker of my anus. I was about to cry out that I didn't want to be fucked up the ass, when a boy sat down and spread his legs and drew my head up into his lap so I could blow him. His organ was a monster and throbbed and jerked with excited anticipation. Then, suddenly, the boy behind me took a firm grip on my hips and humped hard, until the head of his cock had penetrated my asshole. I cried out with pain. Simultaneously the head of the other boy's cock jammed into my mouth, stifling off any cries of protest I might have at the painful invasion in my ass.
"I tried to let my knees slip out from under me to escape being sodomized, but it was no use, because the boy was holding me up as he shoved his prick deeper and deeper into my tight, resisting rectum.
"Then the boy whose cock I was sucking began heaving upward with his pelvis, driving his pole further down my throat. I was aware of male laughter and low obscene comments being made but was too possessed with my own problems to pay any attentions.
"'Atta baby!' I heard the guy behind me exclaim as he sawed in and out of me, pulling the skin of my anus cruelly with each stroke. In my tight rectum, his big penis strained as though it was a balloon ready to break. It finally stopped hurting as I backed against him while I moved my head up and down and sucked on the other guy's cock. Then the guy behind me stiffened and cried out, his hands gripping my hips cruelly as he began to jerk his hot sperm into me in long, wet spurts, until my rectum was filled with his lubricating seed.
"A few moments later, the other boy stiffened and groaned, his hands gripping my head and mashing down hard as his cock went off and shot spurt after spurt of hot come into my milking throat. Then both boys fell away from me and for a few moments I had a chance to recuperate.
"I glanced towards Helen. The guy named Dick, who was Joe's friend, who had sodomized me in the motel room that morning, was doing the same thing to Helen now, while she was greedily blowing the big cock of a tall, dark and handsome boy named Larry. Larry was a senior and in my homeroom. I'd thought him to be queer until now ... and it was obvious he was not. Then hands were on me again and I had no time to watch Helen being gang-banged anymore.
"This time I was helped into a straddling position over a boy's thighs and eased down on his huge phallus, until all of his cock was gorged within me. The boy's name was Peter, which more than suited him. His prick was the biggest I'd thus far had in me. It was so big and hard and filled me so full I thought I would split apart any moment. He started moaning and kissing my titties and sucking my nipples as I eased up and down on him.
"I gasped, as another boy came at me from behind and pushed me over as he drove his prick up my ass. I tried to cry out, but the sound came forth as a distortion of squeals, grunts, and gaspings for breath. All the while the one boy fucked me in the ass while Peter fucked me in the cunny. I must say that the friction of being double-fucked at the same time, from back and front, was sensational. So fantastic, in fact, that I cried out as I came and came and came....
"I must have passed out from exhaustion or something because when I came to just Helen and I were lying on the mattresses, propped up wearily against the far wall, in a half-sitting position, were the nude forms of Joe and Tommy.
"I sat up, looked around. The house was deserted except for the four of us. But the place was a mess, and the sweet aroma of pot still hung in the air. The ticking of the mattress I was sitting on was ruined from sperm stains and my own juices. The dried stuff was caked on my legs and arms and belly, and rear end. It was even crusted on my lips and cheeks, on my throat and titties as well as in my hair. I was a mess; luckily this time a nude mess and not with my clothes messed up as well.
"I tried to get up twice before I finally made it. My legs were so weak and wobbly they felt like detached rubbery things apart from me. But I managed to stagger into the bedroom off the front room, beyond which was the bathroom. The Hollywood bed in the latter room was against the wall, its mattress soaked with sweat and sperm stains from male and female orgasms.
"In the bathroom, I ran warm water in the basin and washed my face and throat, then my entire body with a washrag. There were no clean towels, several having been used and wadded up and flung into the corner near the commode, so I flitted about like a real idiot until the air had dried me. I then went into the front room and started pulling on my clothing as Helen and the boys began to stir and show signs of life. I took my wristwatch out of my purse and noted the time was four o'clock. I exhaled a long, soft whistle. We had started our initiation rites at seven-thirty the night before, so all in all we had orgied in one way or another for over seven hours before copping out. Fantastic! I felt exhausted but also exhilarated and well-satisfied. For the first time, at least since Paul had departed, I didn't want a man and sex.
"Once the others were up and had washed and dressed themselves (all were too sated to want more sex then), we laughingly compared experiences. I said I lost count after the boys had each had me twice, in various different ways. Helen said she remembered each boy that made her, that they had taken turns doing her-twenty-one times in all. Excluding Helen and me, Joe bragged that he'd fucked and sodomized two of the new female members, while the third had blown him several times. Tommy couldn't remember how many times he'd climaxed in a girl, but he knew it was plenty since he was so 'damned sore' and 'dried out.'
"We closed up the house, locked it, and counted the club dues as Joe drove us home. The total dues came to over $100. That was ample to purchase new mattress covers with, which was essential before another club party could be held. I then asked who the hell it was who had been smoking pot, and Joe chuckled softly and admitted that he had, along with Tommy and all the other boys. In fact, two of the new girl members-Lois and Janet-had also smoked the reefers to increase their sexual abilities. Or so Joe said, at any rate.
"We had planned on having a two-night orgy at the house, but our exhausted state and reasons already given nixed the idea. We decided on another club-orgy meeting the following weekend, with drinking and smoking pot and sex the topic-particularly sex-to 'break-in' all members before acquiring new ones."
Just as almost every "middle-class" high school and junior high school in the nation today is faced with the increasing epidemic of drug overusage, there is probably not a school in the nation that does not have some type of sex-club activity.
In Time-Life booket The Swinging Sixties, it says that in the years prior to the "sexual revolution," high-school sex clubs, though few, for the most part were dominated by boys. Often, it was found, one girl would make up the entire female membership of the club, and thus each meeting turned into a gang-bang affair with oftentimes as many as ten to twelve boys taking turns having intercourse with the single girl member.
The report goes on to state that the girl's reputation would often be ruined, plus the fact she often as not became pregnant, and was further "expelled from school for 'immoral conduct' with the male club members responsible for her condition seldom if ever getting so much as their wrists slapped in chastisement."
The Time-Life booket goes on to say that over the years since World War II, the female has taken on a much more pronounced and prominent role in the worlds of teenage and adult sexual activities, especially in helping to organize teenage sex clubs and swap clubs for married adults. "There is no longer quite the same double standard that once existed," the report states. "Although the overly promiscuous teenager and the one known to join in sex club activities are as yet still in the minority, they are not so much an outcast of society today as before, and the clubs are thus on the rapid increase."
Through the above expert findings a much keener insight is thus brought to light in Wanda's character and motivations who, by her own incestuous acts with her brother (minus intercourse) began her promiscuous neurosis which in turn developed into a voracious craving for fulfillment she could not deny, and was compelled to try, which only increased her neurotic state and turned her into a nymphomaniac.
"Some Mondays are blue to some people, but to others Mondays are perfectly wonderful days. Thus it was with me when my brother Paul wrote that he was coming home on a ten-day furlough, after finishing boot training, and that he was bringing along a buddy, a Pvt. George D-, who had no family since his parents, Greek-Americans, had long since separated and lived in different worlds-all too far apart for him to be happy in living with either. So George was coming home with Paul, and, Paul asked, if it was okay, I could introduce him to a lot of my school girl friends to make his stay with us more interesting. He didn't put quotation marks around interesting, but I got what he meant. He wanted me to fix George up with a hot and willing, good-looking chick, and I knew just the one for him.
"I couldn't wait to tell Helen (whom I intended to fix-up with George) about my brother's coming home on furlough and about the friend he was bringing with him. And almost immediately Helen's eyes gleamed and she made me promise to fix her up' with a date with him. I promised, chidingly insinuating I might feel him out about joining our now-bourgeoning sex club. Helen thought that an excellent idea, but hinted that, if she liked George well enough on their first date, she would like to ask him. 'Besides,' she added quickly, 'it wouldn't be embarrassing if I asked him to join, instead of the kid sister of his best buddy and host. Right?' I agreed she was right on, that if she liked him on their first date she could ask him to join our club.
"'How about Paul, that handsome, well-built brother of yours, hon?' Helen asked. 'How about Paul-what?' I returned, clairvoyant of what she meant, but wanting her to say it. She smiled. 'How about asking him to join our sex club?'
"I couldn't help the flush that came to my cheeks, as I calmly said, 'And wind up having him fucking me, or me sucking him off? Like, man! That wouldn't be groovy at all. Right? Like, hon, you just ain't got your little thinking cap on today.' Helen was quiet a few moments, then with directness said, 'I forgot about the ramifications involved, hon. Sorry. I was thinking how I would like to make love to your brother, and I momentarily forgot about what he would think if he. ... Well, like you said, forget the whole idea. Okay?'
"I looked at Helen and smiled. 'You're very sweet, wanting to make love to my brother. That's a real compliment. I would feel the same way about Paul, if I were you and you were me.'
"Her cheeks were flushed now and she had that funny gleam in her-eyes. 'Look, hon,' she purred, 'why don't you come home with me after school? Dad and Mom have gone on a trip to Cleveland, and won't be home until midnight or later, and my little brother-or should I call him little, being he's 14 now?-has gone to Boy Scout camp. That leaves me all alone ... and lonesome for good company. How about it?'
"I told her I would have to call my mother, first, but that I was sure it would be okay-providing I didn't stay too late. I could also sense that Helen had other things in mind for us in the privacy of her home, lesbian-like things that were a lot of fun performing and left us temporarily sated sexually when no boys were handy. I called Mom and asked if I could go to Helen's; she said okay, saying also that she had to go to another woman's club meeting, but that if I was going to be very late to call my father and he would come after me, that she didn't want me walking home after dark, what with all the rape cases our city had had lately. I hung up the phone, smiling smugly as I thought of having sex with Helen ... and maybe with my father, in the car, en route home, if he wanted to. Groovy!
"Later that afternoon, in the shade-drawn privacy of Helen's bedroom, we undressed each other completely, and she began making love to me like a boy would do it, kissing me French-style, kissing my face and throat and feeling me up with her hot little hands. Then her lips moved down to my titties, kissing them and their hard, erect nipples, and my flushed and excited body responded avidly to her touch.
"After alternating kisses on each of my nipples, which nearly drove me out of my skull with passion, her kisses moved down on my stomach, laving the indenture of my navel with the tip of her tongue, and on down ... down to the curly patch of honey-blonde hair between my thighs. Then her mouth moved instinctively to my cunny and started to lick and suck, and really put me into an orbit of groovy ecstasy!
"Helen sucked and licked me for quite a while, faster and faster, until I could stand it no longer and yanked her face hard to my cunny as I let loose the terrific load I'd stored in me since last Saturday night. I thought the flood of my juices drowned her, for a moment, but she was now too accomplished a cunnilinguist to let that happen and kept on, sucking and licking me, long after I had finished coming two more times and was building to a third peak of ecstasy.
"'Good ... goooooood ... groovy-goooood!' I heard my voice cry out in excitement. Then the dam within me burst once again and released the remnants of my 'love savings' at her, draining me-fulfilling me-completely (or as completely as I could ever be fulfilled).
"After a brief rest, it was my turn to suck Helen off. I did so with the same expertise she employed on me and found that, sooner than ever possible for me, she climaxed in a bevy of groans, clutching my head to her, flexing her legs over my shoulders and digging her heels into my back, heaving her pelvis up and down at me ... before she fell back, perspiring and exhausted, her face, with eyes closed and a smile of content, reflecting the relieved gratitude she felt.
"We had TV dinners, watched a couple of programs, then went back into her bedroom and repeated our acts of lesbianism two more times on each other, before it was time for me to go home. 'You're something, hon,' Helen purred at me, as she lay nude and relaxed and watched me get dressed and apply fresh makeup. I smiled. 'You're a living doll yourself, sweet.'
"'Wanda, why don't you stay the night with me? We could have an even more wonderful time and be asleep long before my folks come home. How about it?'
"I told her I couldn't tonight, that my father wouldn't let me and, besides, my mother was expecting me home and might worry if I didn't show up. She shrugged, disappointedly, and didn't press it further. I dialed our home number and after a few rings my father answered. I told him I was ready to come home now, and would he come after me. He said he would, and by the tone in his voice I suspected he would want sex with me again ... if he didn't have to rape me to get it.
"Dad picked me up in front of Helen's house, but instead of driving home he headed the car out one of the highways leading out of town. He noted how tense I was. He smiled. 'Look, baby, let's be honest with each other, okay? I've lusted for you ever since you developed into the beautiful girl you now are, and I'm positive you've been very much aware of how much I've noticed you. Right?'
"'Right,' I clipped out, preferring not to elaborate until he had finished. I felt funny somehow, real grown-up, important, because this was the first time dear old Dad had ever been so openly frank and honest with me.
"'What happened the other night-' he paused a moment, then continued, '-was no naive "accident" on your part, my love. It was something you planned; you had to have your way about getting out every night, instead of staying home and studying, the old protocol, so you devised a little plan of seduction, whereas I would be lured into your web, then entrapped, and you would hold the top cards (or your way), with threatening to expose me to your mother if I objected. Right?'
"'Right,' I clipped again, being perfectly honest.
"I do regret "rabbiting" so quickly that night, but couldn't help it. You see, my pet, it's been nearly two years now since your mother and I have had sex relations, and a man gets a bit "loaded" and "quick-triggered" when a lovely young girl, like yourself, plays with his genitals in so expert a manner as you did to me. As for taking you by surprise-'
"'Rape, is the word,' I said curtly, recriminating.
"Dad smiled, said, 'I-uh-prefer the term of taking you by surprise, and not rape. To go on-I am not one bit sorry I took you in that manner, since what you did to me by teasing me, then insulting and threatening me, made you deserve exactly what you got. I was a marine raider one time, love, and we prided ourselves by taking things by the element of complete surprise. Need I say more on that subject?'
"'I-I guess not,' I said softly, admitting to myself every word he said was true. But something else had aroused my curiosity. 'Dad, what did you mean when you said you and mother haven't had sex relations for nearly two years? Like, what gives with you two favorites of mine?'
"My father explained that my mother was going through the menopause, and that sex to her was a 'forgotten thing' until her chemistry makeup changed, her sweats stopped, and the estrogen shots she took had effects on her. He said that several times she wanted sex, but that when he came to her she was suddenly berating and frigid, wanting him one second and repulsed by him the next. Consequently, he could not hold an erection and often had to masturbate in order to relieve the burden he carried both mentally and physically.
"Now that I understood my father, what he had endured while being patient and loyal to Mother, I loved him even more dearly for it. What's more, I felt like what I could give him sexually would be a favor. I would involve myself incestually with my father as a favor to him (and pleasure to me) and the mercy of feeling genuine physical release and relief. I would be keeping this affair 'in the family' the same as I had done with brother Paul. I relaxed and snuggled close to my father on the front seat.
"Dad had rented a motel room on the far side of town, where nobody knew us and where, ironically, the motel was within a few blocks of the one Joe had taken me to. Inside the cabin, we sat on the edge of the bed and started making passionate love.
"His arm went around me and held me close and one of his hands lifted and closed on my titty. I moaned and sighed with pleasure. Dear old Dad was an expert lover, and I intended enjoying every moment of it. And learn plenty, as well. Then his mouth clamped over mine and his tongue probed between my teeth and I sucked it in, clutching at his back with my nails.
"His hands soon had me divested of clothing from the waist up, and his lips and hands alternated kissing my body and titties and nipples, until I was atremble with flaming passion. I put my hand in his lap and closed it over the peak of the tent-like protrusion. He gasped with pleasure. I squeezed it some more, easing up as his legs began to jerk and tremble.
"One pf his hands worked down between my thighs, under my panties. Two of his fingers fingered my labia and clitoris until I was hot and juicy, then he rammed his two fingers up my vagina as far as they would go. They worked in and out-in and out-fanning the flames of passion within me to even greater heights. I responded by expertly undoing his belt and fly and pushing down his clothing until his majestic cock and heavy, sperm-filled balls were exposed. I caressed his hard and straining prick with one hand and squeezed and tickled his balls with the other.
"'Ohhhhhh. baby!' he moaned, bouncing his pelvis to my hand movements. I took time to tug his handkerchief out and resumed playing with his genitals. Then, I decided to give him the thrill of his life and not waste his sperm in his handkerchief when he had his first climax.
"I slid off the bed on my knees, finished tugging Dad's trousers and shorts off, and flung them into a nearby chair. I knelt between his now widespread legs and put my mouth over the head of his big prick. He wouldn't last long, and prolonged love play might result in his ejaculating a load in my face. So I took his cock deep into my throat as he braced himself with both hands behind him and moaned with delight. If he'd ever had a blow job from Mom, or any other woman, it had been too long ago to matter. I could tell, just by the amateurish way he jerked his hips as I sucked him. He looked down at my bobbing face and moaned his thanks, telling me how wonderful I was for doing this to him. I used my teeth on the tender underside of his cock, and he closed his eyes, knowing his ecstasy would soon be over and that he soon would be ejaculating in my mouth.
"His hips began to respond better each time I ran my lips over half of his shaft (all I could take in without choking) and then let them ease back again to the ridge below the head. He groaned and his prick gave a heavy pulse and I knew it was time. I started sucking harder and tickling his balls with my free hand. Suddenly his cock swelled in my mouth and exploded with jets of come that squirted deep into my throat. He pushed forward in his reverie and I took all of him in that I could, leaving enough room to breathe and swallow his hot sperm. I kept sucking until his cock was limp in my mouth, until his balls hung loose and relaxed, until he couldn't have mustered another hard on again if he'd wanted to.
"I laid beside him on the bed and cuddled close as his arms encircled me and his hands stroked my back and hair. 'Where did you ever learn to blow a man like that?' he grunted in a tired voice. I grinned and told him it was a secret, but that if I had pleased him I was happy because he deserved more than any pleasing I could give him. He apologized for being so greedy, saying he knew how frustrated I again must feel. Then he asked me if I would like to have him eat me, that at least he could please me orally if not by intercourse. I agreed, not wanting to hurt his feelings. For I could tell oral sex was something he hadn't tried with mother, and now he wanted fully to experiment on me.
"I positioned myself on the bed, back against two pillows, knees raised and legs spread wide apart. Dad half lay, half propped himself up on his elbows between my thighs and started kissing my vulva and labia and then parted the lips a bit with his fingers to expose my hard clit and teased it with his tongue. I gasped and moaned with pleasure. My legs jerked and trembled as the passion built within me, and my fingers formed claws and raked through his hair. I moaned and squirmed around and loved every moment of his ministrations.
"I gasped out loud as his hard tongue drove way up in my vagina to swirl and probe and move in and out-and drive me out of my mind with passion. Now my hands clutched each side of his head, namely his ears, and tugged him to me, hard. The dikes of passion within me suddenly broke arid I screamed my ecstasy as I came and came-until I thought I'd never stop, until I fell limp with exhaustion, moaning pleasurably from the best cunny job I'd had yet. From my dad, no less!
"We got home about midnight and after a brief kiss we parted company and quickly went to our respective bedrooms. For a long time I lay naked between the cool sheets, staring up at the dark ceiling and wondering how many more good times dear old Dad and I would have together before my mother would inevitably catch us. I wondered what our reactions would be when that time came, what hers would be, what we would each say to each other. Mother would angrily demand a full explanation; neither Dad nor I, of course, could explain anything to her in any logical way that made good sense. I fell asleep thinking about Dad's stamina and sexual prowess, savoring the wonderful sensations still lingering in and on my body that his ardent lovemaking had left me with."
The cathexis, or emotional intensity, in Wanda's case was at the time very high. And this was no passing fancy, or simple dalliance on her part. Her involvement with members of the sex club, and then Helen, but most especially with her own father; was complete, and her every movement was designed to achieve only two things: her own way and sexual satisfaction which remained beyond her reach. Her sexual exploits then were by no means a striving towards an end; rather, they had by now become an epilogue to past sexual conquests.
CHAPTER FIVE
Everything Falls Apart
"Paul arrived that Wednesday, all dressed up in his Marine dress blue uniform. He looked elegant; he looked handsome; he seemed to be in better physical shape than I'd ever seen him, but the way he looked at me made my knees get weak and my cunny ache for him to fuck me.
"With Paul was Pvt. George D-, also clad in his dress blues. He was tall, like Paul, barrel-chested, and very broad-shouldered. His waist was slim, but I couldn't tell about the rest of him because of the uniform.
"Paul couldn't get over the way I'd grown up during the twelve weeks he'd been gone. He said I looked like a 'different me' and not at all like the little sister he'd left behind. His eyes kept roaming over my figure and I was sure I could detect in them the desire to make love to me again-only this time all the way love and not the kind we used to make that left neither one of us feeling fulfilled. Likewise, I'm sure he could tell in my eyes the need for him, the willing eagerness for him to fuck me, which he had never done before. So he was in for quite a surprise; besides, I'd been taking the pill like Helen did, and wasn't afraid anymore of getting pregnant.
"I couldn't help but flirt a bit with George, and note that gleam in his dark eyes which made me flush and my heart palpitate and my cunny ache with desire for him. I also noticed Dad watching my flirtation with George and the jealous look in his eyes. I calmed down and acted like a happy sister again, lest there be a scene which could have embarrassed us all.
"Then I noticed Mother and the way she was giving George her undivided attention. She also had that gleam in her eyes which said she wanted to be one helluva lot more than a 'motherly friend' to handsome George. And I suddenly wondered if mother's passing through the menopause was being used as a front by her to sadistically freeze' my father out of any further sexual life as vengeance (possibly) for something he had done to her much earlier that neither Paul nor I knew anything about; possibly something insignificant to Dad to even consider as suspicion for his prolonged 'sex draught' until he fucked me.
"Usually it was Mother who would excuse herself and depart to attend a club meeting or political function of some kind, but tonight it was my father's turn to excuse himself and depart for an important meeting of broadcasting executives downtown. That meant, as a rule, that he wouldn't be home until the wee hours of morning and that we weren't to wait up for him.
"After my father had left for his meeting, Mother, Paul, George, and I relaxed in the living room. Mother and I listened to the boys relate several terrifying tales of what Marine boot camp at Parris Island was all about, including some fiendish types of punishment the DI's inflicted on several young boots when 'outsiders' weren't watching.
"'You gotta read this new book just out about boot camp at P.I., entitled, See Parris and Die,' George told us, in his unmistakable Brooklyn accent. "The authors of the book give a much better accounting of what goes on "behind the scenes' at P.I. than Paul or I could ever tell you.' I jotted down the title of the book, assuring George I'd place an order for it tomorrow at a book store not far from our home.
"Then Paul started joking about how boot camp kept them isolated from all civilian life, including girls. And how cooks at their mess hall had put saltpeter in the food just to keep the 'beast' in them calmed down for twelve weeks.
"More and more I detected a big change in Paul. He no longer was kid-brother Paul I used to know, but Paul the man, the marine, now and proud of it. He seemed much older than he was before leaving for boot training, as though the twelve weeks he'd been away were like twelve years insofar as the change in him was concerned. But looking deep into his eyes I could see the same fires of desire there, only burning much fiercer than before. And this brought wave after wave of excitement to me, knowing that soon I would be locked in Paul's arms again and he would be making passionate love to me, and that this time our lovemaking would be consummated by sexual intercourse ... our first together. Whatever semen he had stored up for the. last twelve weeks I would take from him, by mouth, vagina, or any other way, so long as it sapped him and satisfied him. Afterward, I might even take on George unless. ... But it was silly to imagine that mother would ever stoop down to having sex with a young man young enough to be her son!
"Later, prior to retiring, Paul seemed pleased to find his room exactly like it was when he'd left it, filled with nude to half-nude pinups, kooky signs, school pennants, and his athletic letters and high-school diploma neatly arranged under a large frame and hung over his desk.
"Mother had me help her carry a portable bed into the downstairs den; this was to be George's room while he visited us. Besides, George liked to read a lot and Dad had wall-to-ceiling shelves filled with books of all kinds lining three sides of the den. The fourth side was a huge picture window that overlooked the lawn outside; over the window long and expensive drapes were drawn.
"We retired around midnight, and from the look in Paul's eyes I knew I would have a bedtime visitor, once Mother and George had gone to sleep and the house had quieted. I also noticed the sexy way Mother stared at George, but again dismissed such thoughts as purely my oversexed imagination.
"Later, as I lay nude between the sheets, my entire body ached for Paul's loving caresses of lips and hands, and then his mighty prick gorging my insides for the first time. Just thinking about it made me play with myself down there while my brain urged him to hurry For God's sake hurry and come to me, while my senses kept alert to every sound which would signal his approach.
"Twice I thought I heard a soft footfall in the carpeted hall outside my bedroom door, and both times I readied myself to give Paul the welcome he so richly deserved. But both times, nothing happened. The clock with aluminous dial on the bookcase across the room told me it was one o'clock. Oh, God! I thought in a panic. Surely I wasn't wrong about the look in Paul's eyes! Surely he'll come to me ... !
"Still, nothing. I suddenly was beset by the horrible realization that maybe boot-camp life had changed Paul more than I realized, that maybe I was mistaken about the look in his eyes and his sexy feelings about me, that maybe he was no longer interested in continuing an incestual affair with his sister, that maybe he now wanted a woman he could make love to and marry and have-permanently!
"Oh, no-NO! a voice seemed to cry out in my brain. He can't do this thing to me!
"Then I heard an unmistakable sound outside my door, and half held my breath. My heart pounded wildly within my chest. The door of my room eased open, quietly, and closed again. I could literally feel the other person in the room with me, although I couldn't tell who it was in the dark. Then came Paul's familiar voice whispering: 'Sis? Hey, honeypot, you ain't asleep yet, are you?' My heart pounded harder as I sat up in bed, dropped the sheet, and opened my arms to him.
"He came quickly to the bed, sat down, folded me into his strong arms, and kissed me. Our kiss was long and passionate. He whispered how much he'd missed me, how much he needed my hot body, my love. I returned his ardor with a fervor that surprised him, then pressed his face against my bare titties whisperingly urging him to kiss them and their hard nipples, assuring him I had plenty to offer him this time, including my hot body.
"We shifted positions a bit, until he was lying beside me with the tent-like bulge in his pajama pants boring into my tummy. He told me he would have come to me sooner, but that first he'd had to make sure both Mother and George were asleep before he made his move. He was a little tense and nervous at first, but my French kisses and intimate caresses soon calmed him down to accept the pleasures at hand.
"His lips on my breasts and nipples, and his hands on my body, drove me to greater heights of passion. I jerked open the front of his pajama pants and closed my hands on his huge, powerfully throbbing prick and hard, sperm-filled balls. He gasped pleasurably. 'Careful, baby,' he whispered, 'it won't take much playing around down there to make me come.'
"I tittered softly, then dropped my head to his lap and closed my lips over the head of his prick. I felt him jerk and tremble with excitement, heard him mutter something I couldn't understand. But I knew that what I was doing was really pleasing him, and that two of his fingers now working in and out of my cunny were pleasing me as well. I took in more of his big cock and sucked harder on it, tickling and lightly squeezing his balls at the same time.
"He suddenly jerked, uttered a funny sound, and went tense. I knew what that meant and kept sucking on his prick. He then grunted and pushed down on my head, hard, simultaneously jerking his pelvis up at me so that his cock drove deeper into my throat as he ejaculated. He wasn't kidding about having 'stored-up' his jism for twelve weeks. It came spurting out into my mouth and throat in such torrents I couldn't swallow all of it, and had to let it run out of my mouth onto him and the sheet until, finally, it stopped pumping out. He sighed and fell on his back, oblivious to everything but the blissful relief he now felt. I swallowed all of his seed I could, then quickly wiped the semen off him, myself, and the bed sheet. I started to get up to go to the bathroom to wash my face and gargle, but Paul's hand snaked out to close on my arm and hold me fast. He drew me up beside him and, unhesitant of semenal residue, kissed me and whisperingly told me how much he loved me for what I'd just done to him. He then asked if I'd like him to do the same thing for me, and I told him after he fucked me he could do to me whatever he wanted to.
"My eagerness for him to fuck me took him by surprise, but only momentarily. 'You really mean it, sis? You really want me to fuck you this time?' He panted, while kissing my titties and tonguing their erect tips.
"'I really want you to fuck me,' I said positively. 'I want you to fuck me so that I'll never forget it! Okay?'
"For a moment he was silent. Then he mused, 'Man, you really changed, didn't you?' To which I retaliated with: 'Well, what did you expect of me, hon? That I'd remain a virgin forever? Nooooo indeeed-y! Not I!' He asked who the boy was that fucked me first, and I told him. I also told him I hadn't seen Richard since, and why. He asked who the other boys were who fucked me, but I brushed it off by saying that we were wasting time with idle talk when we could be 'indulging' in nicer things.
"We locked in another passionate embrace and I sucked on" his probing tongue and moaned while his hands explored my body, hitting just the right places to charge me up into greater desire for him. His lips moved down on my titties again. He kissed them, one at a time, and sucked on their hard tips. One of his hands stroked my back and buttocks while the other hand delved between my thighs and gently worked two fingers in and out of my hot, juicy cunny.
"'Ah, I didn't know we would go this far ... That is-I didn't think to buy any-I clapped my hand over his mouth before he could say more. I whispered for him to not worry, I knew what to do, what the score was, and all he had to do was concentrate on fucking me without having to worry about knocking me up.
"I scrunched down on the bed as he moved over me and opened my thighs wide to him. I guided his hard cock to the lips of my cunny, then held my breath as he slowly but surely sank his big cock into my depths to his balls. I tried not to moan my ecstasy too loud, but Paul's big prick felt so wonderful gorging my love channel, I couldn't help but let a few loud gasps and moans of pleasure escape my lips.
"I could feel the climax building toward release within me and tried to hold it until Paul was ready, but the friction of his in-and-out movements was too wonderful to oppose. Thus I suddenly gasped and raked his back and sides with my nails as my hips bucked against him, held, and my entire body trembled and jerked from a tremendous climax.
"Yet brother Paul wasn't as far removed from second orgasm as I had thought. He suddenly rammed his big cock into me, hard, time after time, to the very depths of my cunt, finally tensing and grunting out his relief as his ejaculation pulsed deep within me, each spurting weakening him and softening his potent prick. He then lay quiet on me, panting for breath, letting our love juices commingle and drain from our bodies as his prick got limp.
"'Like it?' I cooed.
"'Oh, manohman! That was the utter most! I've never been fucked that good by any girl!' I hugged him, clenched my vaginal muscles around his wilting manhood. This latter trick seemed to revitalize him, for suddenly I could feel his prick in me getting hard again. I giggled softly and continued to clench his love-pole with my muscles until he was rock-hard and ready for action again.
"We hit it again, in a frenzied pace, but still it was more prolonged than ever and fantastically wonderful! We must have fucked each other for better than twenty minutes, as though we were challenging each other to a duel of who would last the longest, when he suddenly groaned as his prick ballooned inside of me and exploded for the third time. I timed my release to blend with his this time, making our climax a combined thing and ... wonderful! I must have fainted from the pleasurable exertions, for when I opened my eyes it was morning and the alarm on the bookcase across the room said that it was seven o'clock and time to get up. I got out of bed but my knees were still weak I had to sit on the edge of the bed a few moments until the strength returned to them to carry me across the room and back. I turned off the alarm and was going to flop on my bed, spread-eagled in my nakedness, to languish in the wonderful way I felt, when I stopped short, staring at the bed. It was one horrible mess. The sheets were rumpled and twisted, and were half on and off the bed. They were stained with dried love juices, as was the mattress. My inner thighs and pubic hairs and my lips and throat and chest were also encrusted with dried semen; even worse-some of it was on my cheeks and in my hair as well! I beheld my image in the full-length mirror on my closet door and was thankful neither Dad nor Mom had popped into my room for anything this morning.
"I quickly hauled the sheets off the bed and piled them in the closet, temporarily. I got clean sheets from a shelf in the closet and remade my bed, covering the stained mattress after washing with a washrag. I then darted into the bathroom across the hall from my room and took a hot shower and washed my hair. Returning to my room, I felt much better, much cleaner and-wowie!-much, more sexually sated than ever before!
"I wondered how Paul felt, and how he managed to leave me without me knowing it. I was positive no man could be that good to me-leaving me without me knowing it, unless I'd fainted during the moment of climax. Yet, it had happened. At least I presumed it had, meaning that I'd fainted from the pleasure derived from climax with Paul, which had only happened once before-in that motel room, when I awoke to greet Paul and his friend, Dick, who paid to sodomize me. It worried me, now that the same thing had happened to me twice, because from now on I wouldn't know which climactic plane to stop on before I blacked out completely.
"I got dressed in a blouse and miniskirt and, after fixing my hair and making up my face, went downstairs ... to find Dad still asleep on the living-room sofa and nobody else in sight. I tiptoed past Dad to the hall leading to the kitchen, thinking maybe Mom was out there drinking coffee and smoking where she wouldn't disturb my father. But when I got to the kitchen, it, too, was empty. I poured myself a cup of hot, fresh, black coffee and sipped it. It felt warm and revitalizing, which I needed after that hot session with brother Paul. Brother Paul had proven plenty to me, and, crazy, but somehow I wished he was my lover and we weren't related, so we could get married and live happily ever after-having sex together!
"My thoughts of Paul were suddenly interrupted by the intuition someone else was in the room with me. I turned and glanced at the door and my intuition proved correct. George D stood in the door, clothed in white T-shirt and the blue pants of his dress uniform. He was smiling-cockily, I thought-and a cigarette dangled from the corner of his mouth.
"I smiled and bade him a good morning; he returned the greeting, poured himself a cup of coffee, sugared it, and sat down in a chair across the table from me. 'Did you have a nice sleep?' I asked the natural thing for lack of something else to say. 'Oh, just fine, fine,' he said in his rapid Brooklyn tongue, 'until, well, noises woke me up. Noises from over my head somewheres-like human noises-and they kept me awake for a long time. After they quieted down, I went back to sleep.' He shrugged. 'How's about you? You sleep okay, or did them noises keep you awake, too?'
"I knew George had not been shown the upstairs part of the house, else he would have known my bedroom was directly over the den in which he was sleeping. But what I was not so sure of was if his ears had been keen enough to distinguish just whose voices they were that kept him awake. I didn't think he would dare suspect that Paul and I would be the types to have an incestuous affair, but I couldn't be sure. So, while we made idle chatter about my school, I kept myself alert to any signs in his actions, speech or expressions that would intimate in any way that he suspected-or knew whom the voices belonged to that kept him awake.
"'Your old man-ah-your father-does he make it a habit to sleep on the sofa downstairs?' George asked, adding, 'Or does he sack out down here so as not to disturb anybody when he comes in late?'
"I tried to be as polite and to the point as possible: 'I think that's an overly personal question for you to ask, George, don't you?' To which he grinned and replied: 'Sorry. Guess I talk too much. Y'see, in Brooklyn we come right out and say what we feel, without any wishy-washiness, and I guess it hits people, like you, the wrong way out here in the Midwest. Huh?'
"I agreed that his brusqueness had hit me wrong, but to sate his curiosity-yes, he'd been right about Daddy. He often slept on the sofa downstairs, after returning late from a meeting, so as not to disturb or awaken my mother and spoil her rest. I then glanced at the watch on my wrist and excused myself, telling him I had to go to school.
"'Hey, how's about me throwing on my shirt and blouse and giving you a convoy to school?' George suggested. I smilingly shrugged my shoulders, nodded my head in assent. Hell, why not let a handsome J.S. Marine like George walk me to school? Think of the interest it will create, plus the jealousy of the other girls. Too, I might even get around to asking him to be my 'guest' at one of our sex-club meetings-providing he would promise never to tell Paul.
"As we approached my school, I looped my arm through George's and acted proud to be in his company. He smiled and clenched my arm in the crook of his, so that his big flexor seemed to squeeze it. His elbow pushed against my titty until each step we took made me hotter and hotter for his body. By the time we reached school I was ready to rape him, and did my level best to keep calm, not blush and give away the secret hots I had for him.
"A flock of my girl friends gathered around us, including Helen. They oohed and ahed and bubbled out the usual crazy schoolgirl plaudits while George, smiling, tried to answer ten questions at once about himself and the Corps and what he thought of the Vietnam war. But I noted that while he pacified the wolf pack around him, his gaze was fixed mostly on Helen, instead of me. I noted also that her sexy gaze held his, as well.
"I introduced George to Helen, who hung around until nearly time for the bell and after the rest of the girls had gone to their classes. They both continued to rape each other with their eyes as they stood chatting, oblivious that I was still present. I shrugged, hurried to my homeroom, leaving Helen and George to themselves.
"Helen didn't show for class (we had the same homeroom) that morning, nor did she show at the cafeteria that noon, where she and I always met for lunch. In fact, she didn't show for any of her classes that day, and when I called home and Paul answered the phone and I casually inquired how George liked our home and the town, I learned that George hadn't been home all day, that everyone had gotten up late and missed him. Paul asked me if I'd seen him earlier, before I went to school. I confessed to Paul that George had walked-'convoyed'-me to school, and that the last I'd seen of him was when he was chatting to Helen when I ran to class.
"Paul emitted an all-knowing low chuckle. 'Helen, is she the swinger type? Like, I remember she used to act like a swinger, long before I joined the Corps. Is she one, now?'
"I lied. I told Paul I didn't know whether she was or not. I naively added, 'Why?' Which brought another all-knowing low chuckle from Paul, who said, 'The Greek, George, is a real cock-hound. A real hunter for swingers if he senses one is near him. So if your friend Helen is a swinger, hon, she's in for one sexy good time of it-Greek-style!'
"I felt the flush on my cheeks and changed the subject, asking him what he planned to do during the ten days he was home, also whether Mom or Dad had mentioned to him anything about going places and doing things. 'Nope, not a thing have they mentioned, as yet, but that doesn't mean they won't. And speaking of our esteemed parents-they have gone on an overnight trip to Detroit, where Dad is supposed to attend a national broadcasting meeting of some kind. And that, my hot little sweetheart, leaves me all alone in this big old house-all alone and waiting for you to come home to me!'
"My heart began to pound, and I was thankful Paul couldn't see my blushing face. I knew exactly what he meant, but hesitated to hang up long enough to ask: 'What if George comes home and surprises us? Gad! What would he think?'
"'Never mind about the Greek, honeypot. If I know him like I think I do, hell be engaged for quite some time with your friend Helen. After wards, he'll be too pooped to do anything but hit the sack and sleep.'
"'I-I'll be right home!' I exclaimed softly, then hung up the receiver and wasted little time getting home to Paul's strong arms and masterful lovemaking...."
In the past, it has been the prerogative of young men members of "respectable families" to sow wild oats. But today their monopoly of the privelege is challenged by a group of young women, for the most part, teenagers in high school, of their own social world who go wherever desire or the momentum of the hour carries them. Free as they are in their actions, including sex, these promiscuous girls can hardly be called the rebels of their generation, for they follow the course of least resistance without giving much thought to their actions.
Like all of us, they are seeking ego satisfaction, and if they find it in a dubious kind of social success, it stands to reason that they have been unfortunately conditioned.
They may have been deprived of security and affection at home or they may have been brought up too rigidly; they may have grown up in a chaotic environment, or they may suffer from some personality deficiency. A few start out as idealists, become bitterly disillusioned, and take to sowing wild oats out of revenge on society and on themselves.
The promiscuous girls seek escape in drink as they do in sex, wild parties, sex clubs, et cetera, and if they go to college they go for the "ride" more than an education, seeking males and having sexual affairs with them wantonly and many times-openly.
It is found that these girls come from all kinds of homes. They include daughters of tradesmen and small-businessmen, as well as the daughters of professional men and the well-to-do. Half of them, according to a recent study, had had sexual intercourse shortly after or before entering high school, when they hardly knew, as one of them glibly put it, "what it was all about, but we found out in a hurry-the hard way!"
Sigmund Freud, Havelock Ellis, and other pioneer sexologists breached the walls of ignorance, silence, and prejudice, early in the present century; and in the period following World War I, there was a spreading revolt of youth against antiquated and hidebound traditions.
But it was not until the middle of our present century-in 1948 to be precise-that the "new sexual freedom" really started to roll. That was the year Dr. Kinsey and associates startled the entire world with the first statistical, scientific survey of American sex life, Sexual Behavior in the Human Male, soon after followed up with Sexual Behavior in the Human Female.
For the first time in history Americans were able to read exactly what their neighbors were doing and confirm what they had always suspected. Husbands and wives who had practiced any sexual variety other than the time-honored man-above, woman-supine coital positions now breathed a sigh of relief. They had plenty of company-and they were adjudged to be normal!
What followed was a decade that was dubbed by one prominent New York psychologist as the "Fornicating Fifties," which subsequently gave way to the "Sizzling Sixties;" to some, the upheaval which followed, stripping the heavy wraps of censorship off sex, was a terrifying phenomenon. The nation, they lamented, was roaring down the rocky road toward decadent collapse, and Gibbon's Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire was frequently referred to as proof. Discounting the headlines and pious outrage, people in general were reacting with considerably more calm, but the events had a direct effect upon our sprouting-toadulthood young people.
The new sexual freedom prevalent today has revolutionized the sexual behavior of the high school teenage set to the point that the virginity has become almost as antiquated as grandfather's gas-lamp.
"My chief reason for yielding to a boy," said one high-school girl in a recent press survey conducted in the East, "is that boys are so insistent and I have no valid argument against it." Another girl said, "When I'm in love, it's the only thing I have to give!"
It was learned that both girls belonged to different high-school sex clubs, clubs they actually believed could "season them" for the good life and bigger and better sex clubs when they went to college.
Unfortunately, there is no conclusive way of finding out or even estimating the eventual outcome of most of our teenagers today who willingly and eagerly participate in the increasing number of high-school sex clubs that have been mushrooming the past decade.
Consultants and analyists all too often learn, it has been found by leading sexologists in a host of related surveys, about the many instances where teenage participants of sex clubs wind up in trouble of one kind or another and are thus plagued by both mental and physical disturbances of varying degrees and intensities (as in the case of Wanda). It is for this reason-getting at the truth-that it is necessary in today's youthful society for researchers to probe far beyond the confines and limitations of police and criminal records and the consulting room of the psychologist, psychiatrist, and sociologist.
It is found that the truth of a person lies within the person himself; the job for the professional is to force it out of that self, into the open, through confessions or testimonials, before the afflicted young person can be helped. Otherwise the youth remains an island to himself, so to speak, with little chance of being aided until the barrier obstructing such aid mental-has been penetrated and torn away so that the truth can be easily seen and understood.
Relating back to our case history of Wanda, it was learned from her, through hypnosis employed by her psychiatrist, that she remembered all about her many sexual activities (which she later simply referred to as "honeymoons"), including the incestuous affairs with her brother and father, from the time she was eleven years old until her late teens. Her psychiatrist, by using hypnosis, found it easy to diagnose her problem as nymphomania.
Now let us again let Wanda continue her narrative of what happened between her and her brother, her father, her brother's friend, George, as well as the sex club in which she was a charter member, "When I arrived home I got a surprise I wasn't expecting. Paul was waiting for me-naked. I called out to him once I got in the house and put down my books and things, and he answered from upstairs. I ram up to his room, and there he stood posed in the nude with his arms out to me and his big hard on jerking and bobbing every time he moved.
"'Paul!' I exclaimed, blushing furiously, my hand instinctively going to my mouth.
"He grinned, stepped forward, and put his arms around me. 'I think it's time we got you undressed and in bed with me, right?' he quipped.
"'But-what if George comes home and surprises us? I mean, he could, you know!' I pressed myself flush against his nudity as I spoke, feeling the shock waves of heated passion rising within me.
"Look, stop worrying about George, okay?' Paul said softly. 'By the time he gets home he'll be too pooped for anything but sleep.'
"I gave him an impish smile. 'Meaning my friend Helen is promiscuous enough to fuck him that well on their first date?'
"To which Paul cocked his head a bit and with a sly grin, replied, 'George don't go with a girl unless she's a sure thing. He can look at their eyes and somehow tell whether they'll lay or not. So if he latched onto your friend Helen, you can be sure she's his type' of gal, else he wouldn't give her a tumble. Hell, I know him that well!'
"I relaxed against Paul and opened my mouth and sucked in his hot, probing tongue. One of his hands gently moved under my blouse and upward, to close upon my bra-clad tit and squeeze while his fingers worked the hardening nipple. I moaned, locked my arms around his waist, and drove my pelvis against him. His moan of pleasure sounded muted within my mouth. He raised the hem of my skirt slightly and slipped his other hand between my thighs. He tenderly caressed the already wet lips of my vulva through the nylon covering of my pantyhose, then his hand moved up and under the nylon waistband and down into contact with my hotly flowing cunny. Two of his fingers began to work in and out of me while his other hand on my tit and his hot kisses got me so hot that my breath came in raucous hisses and smacking sounds from my mouth and nostrils.
"We sat down on the edge of his bed and he resumed kissing me while his hands gently but expertly divested me of clothing. I reached over and took hold of his big prick. Stiff, hard, throbbing, it felt fantastically wonderful. I moved the skin up and down, marveling at how the head appeared and disappeared in the folds of skin, how his balls seemed to ride up and down with my movements. I don't think I've ever before been so completely fascinated with a male penis as I was at that moment.
"Paul lowered his face to my titties and smothered them with tender kisses, using his lips to suck first one nipple and then the other. One of his hands gently stroked my spine now while the other covered my cunny as his two fingers moved in and out ... in and out ... charging the dynamo of passion inside me to soaring new heights with every movement.
"Our passion carried us to a prone position on his bed locked in each other's arms. My whole body shuddered with heat as he flashed over me, grasped my tit and sucked the inflamed tip into his mouth. As he licked and drew on it I rolled slowly from side to side, little a ship on a summer sea, heaving up, then thrusting the end of my tit deeper into his anxious mouth.
"My hands groped desperately over his hairy belly, my fingers like so many tentacles, searching, reaching in their hunger. Then I had hold of his hard cock again and tugged on it gently, until his body followed. His legs straddled me and his cock and balls rested on the sweat-sheened flesh between my titties. I mashed my orbs together, enclosing his genitals. He raised a bit and eased forward, until the head of his dong was against my lips. I stuck out my tongue and teased the hole at the tip of his prick where his love juice already dripped forth. He jerked, closed his eyes, and threw his head back. Man, like he was loving every bit of what I was doing for him!
"Suddenly Paul had another plan in mind, one he said we would both enjoy much better. He reversed himself so that his face was against my tummy as I pulled his hard, throbbing organ to my mouth. He gave a jerk and gasped as I enclosed the end of his prick in my mouth. I uttered a muted gasp of delight as he laved my navel with the tip of his tongue, then kissed my tummy down to the top of my curly mat of pubic hair. Under his face, my stomach rose and fell convulsively.
"I stuffed as much of his cock in my mouth and throat as I could take without choking, and worried the lower part of its thick base with my teeth. The head of his prick was hot as it pushed against the back of my throat, while the pleasure of the moment pulsed throughout my body.
"Then Paul slipped his hands under my ass and braced my hips. Slowly, carefully, temptingly, he lowered his face to my pulsing hot cunny. I gasped, jerked with joy as I felt his tongue glide down into the hot aperture of my being. I sucked hard on his prick and tickled and pressed on his balls and made funny whimpering sounds of muted joy as his tongue laved my labia, tickled my clitoris with its hard tip, and then moved down to my love channel and up inside it as far as he could thrust.
"I worked extra hard to try and devour all of his penis, but all I could consume without suffocating was three-quarters of it. Then each of us began to try to outdo the other with oral ministering, as though we were competitors in an important contest. Suddenly, I felt his body tense up and his prick balloon and pound madly for release in my mouth. I, too, went tense, for Paul had brought that familiar tickling feeling in me to nearly the release point.
"Paul hastened his pace and my hips jerked with a haste and desperateness that seemed to smother his face and efforts. His penis swelled bigger and harder and I moved my mouth up and down on it in a voracious manner, all the while sucking hard and rolling my tongue to add to his pleasure. Then his prick spouted jet after jet of hot semen into my throat and mouth, at precisely the same time the juices within me released and boiled out of me.
"I gulped and swallowed as much of Paul's shooting sperm as I could, the rest running out of the corners of my mouth in syrup-like streams. Likewise, Paul licked and scavenged all of my love juices he could before raising his face for air.
"After wiping our mouths and faces, we lay entwinded on his bed until our strength returned. 'Hey, you kinda liked me cunt-lappin' you, didn't you?' Paul said, musing. To which I rather cockily replied, 'Yep! And you kinda liked the way I sucked you off, too, didn't you?' He chuckled softly, kissed me tenderly in answer. I kissed him right back, and moments later we were hot and excited again and ready for another sex session.
"Paul got above me and this time angled himself so that the head of his big prick teased the lips of my cunny. His hands tenderly kneaded my titties while his mouth closed on the end of one and then the other; then he pressed my titties together and licked both nipples at the same time, making me gasp and moan with pleasure. He moved his kisses up to my throat and shoulders, while he lowered his hands until they circled my slim waist. I spread my legs wide and heaved my pelvis upward, until it touched the head of his hard cock. Then slowly, carefully, he began to shove his big cudgel into me, gorging me until I thought I would split apart. I cried out with joy, for last night had been nothing compared to his fucking me today!
"He sank into me to his balls, relaxed a moment, and then, lowering his hands to grip the cheeks of my ass and haul me up to him, he began the rhythmic in-and-out movements of love.
"I called him all kind of sweet and adorable names; I raked his back and sides with my nails; I bucked and swayed and ground my pelvis up against him, meeting each of his hard, jarring thrusts with wild movements. I pulled my thighs back nearly to my shoulders, until there seemed to be nothing but a space between my legs as he thrust deeply into me, again and again, hammering at the very core of my being, each virile thrust bringing me nearer to the brink of another climax.
"Then I heard my frantic voice choke out: 'I'm comming ... I'M COMMING ... !' I could feel the floodtide of all my emotions and desire release and pour down over his mammoth cock, also now pounding out its climax with mine.
"Spent, he lay on me getting his breath, letting his sweat blend with mine, as he tried to relax. He ran his hands affectionately over my body. 'Man! Like, sis, you are the most!' To which I made a wry grin and replied, 'Don't underrate yourself, dear brother. You weren't exactly any slouch!' He chuckled softly, then sat up and with a serious look in his eyes asked, 'Where'd you ever learn to fuck like that, sis? And don't give me the old crap that you learned it by experience from those other two guys who fucked you.'
"I looked him square in the eyes. 'You really want to know? I mean, like-does how I learned to fuck well truly matter that much to you? Or wouldn't you maybe like to forget you asked and be surprised by other tricks I learned to please a man sexually?'
"I want to know, sis. Okay? And I promise I'll hold nothing-nothing whatsoever-against you, if that's what is worrying you about telling me.'
"I frowned. My cheeks burned and I felt angry. I know Paul hadn't meant it the way he said it, but now I felt cheap, like a dirty whore or something. Like an oversexed girl the good case worker wanted to help, or something. 'How perfectly noble of you, dear brother, to care!' I retorted, suddenly, adding, 'Now that you've used me to sate yourself, you want to play good Samaritan and save or reform me, is that it?'
"Paul definitely was not prepared for my retaliatory outburst. Now his mouth hung open and he had a silly look of incredulity on his face, as though I'd slapped him or something. 'Look, sis, I didn't mean to piss you off. I only wanted-' Before he could finish, I cut in sarcastically with, 'Right! You only wanted to be my big brother, my guardian angel, eh? Crap! Don't come on at me with that routine. Think of something better-a helluva lot better!'
"It was the first time I'd ever bested my brother, made him wilt and back down. And as I watched the shocked look change into one of hurt I felt exultant, as though I'd won a battle of some kind. Just as quickly I suddenly felt sorry for him, and angry at myself for being such a bitch. I sighed, patted his bare thigh and said, 'Okay, dear brother, you win. You want to know where I learned how to fuck so good, eh? Okay, here it is. I belong to a sex club composed of kids from our school. Better still, I helped to form it and am a charter member. And so is my friend Helen, and a host of other kids. And unless I miss my guess-your buddy, George, is Helen's guest and they've been fucking each other since this morning, and probably will keep on fucking until either she or George is too tired and sapped to continue. Like you said, George very likely will come home-if he comes home, and doesn't crap out on a bed at our clubhouse, too pooped for anything but sleep. Which is a credit to Helen's prowess as a sex-cat, while here I am with you, supposedly as good if not better than Helen, and I haven't even tired you out yet.' I paused to get my breath. Paul started to speak, but I broke in with, 'Hey! Like, how would you like to accompany me to the clubhouse? Huh? There's supposed to be a meeting tonight, and you might get a real charge out of watching the sexy initiation rites our new members have to perform in front of everybody. Okay?'
"Paul didn't know exactly what to say. He looked very serious, or maybe it was anger or concern, about what I'd just told him. I could tell from the look in his eyes now that he believed me, too. Hell, how else would I have learned to fuck and suck cock so good if it hadn't been from a good teacher or a sex club? So he believed what I told him, but was unsure of what to say; he was unsure, as well, of whether to accompany me to the club or not.
"'Want to know something else?' I said evenly, deciding to bare my chest of everything. 'I had a real sex session with Dad-D-A-D-ours-, too, because Mom is going through the menopause, has been for three years, and has been frigid toward him that long as well. So I had sex with my creator-in fact your creator, as well-and enjoyed it about as much as he did. But the years and age have taken the toll on our dear old dad, meaning you are the best stud who ever sank his prick into me! Even if you are my own brother!' I threw the last remark at him to remind him mentally that my family incest began with him, so he could say little if I included Dad as well.
"'If it's okay with you, sis, I'll skip the sex club visitation with you. Man, what I need is beer and lots of it! So you go along and attend the initiation rites of your little sex club, dear sister. His emphasized words were contemptuous and sarcastic. '-while I got buy myself a good cheap drunk!'
"Arms akimbo, I said icily, 'Right-on, dear brother, RIGHT-on! And later on-if you want another go at me, providing I'm home, and providing George or Tommy or Joe or Dad-or any other male isn't in bed with me-jump right in! Because like I told you, dear brother, you thus far have been the best stud who ever laid me, bar none!' With that, I bounced off the bed, snatched up my clothing and stormed to the bathroom to clean up and dress myself, slamming the door closed behind me.
"After bathing and dressing, I trotted downstairs to the foyer phone. I dialed Joe's number. He answered and I asked him to pick me up en route to the club meeting. He was pleased to do so, informing me he had held off asking if I wanted a lift to the meeting since my brother was home on furlough and all. I tittered softly when he said he'd 'saved up' a whole week for tonight, and that before the night was over he intended turning me every way but loose. Sexually, that is. I assured him I was willing and eager for him to do just that to me. Then I hung up, glancing around in case Paul was nearby listening in.
"I soon learned, however, that Paul had already departed to begin his cheap beer drunk, probably when I'd gone into the bathroom to bathe and get ready for the club meeting. I was now alone in the house, and somehow it frightened me, though I can't explain why. But the rooms seemed to mock me somehow, calling me all kinds of obscenities. It was frightening, and I was only too happy when ten minutes later Joe arrived and I dashed out to his car and slid onto the front seat close beside him. His right arm instinctively circled my shoulders and drew me close to him, while his hand played over my titty. He drove with his left hand, which he was getting good at doing now....
"Once we were in the clubhouse, the place was really jumping. Couples were dancing to late rock and pop tunes coming from a new portable stereo someone had brought along, other couples were drinking or smoking pot and talking, while others already had disrobed and were engaged in passionate sex despite the catcalls, whistles, and cheering from those watching. Our new group of five potential members were across the room, in a circle, engrossed with a nude couple coupled on the floor. 'C'mon, jarhead-fuck her!' one of the boys shouted, and then one of the girls would shout practically the same thing, laughing and clapping her hands. Joe and I ambled over to our new 'recruits.' I suddenly stopped short. The naked couple on the floor, glistening with perspiration and so weakened from their obviously very prolonged exertions that they could barely move their limbs, much less fuck each other were Helen and George!
"'Fuck her, Marine-fuck her silly!' one of the new boys, a handsome, well-built hunk of manhood, yelled at them. But yells and cheers were useless, for suddenly both Helen and George passed out cold, still entwined. Some of the boys gingerly picked them up, carried them to a big double bed in an adjoining room, and laid them gently together.
"It was time for initiation rites to begin, so all the heavy drapes were drawn and the lights turned down low. All of us disrobed. We formed a big semicircle around the six new-and also nude-potential members, three boys and two girls. I didn't know their names, but I'd seen them around school a lot. In front of the six stood Joe and Tommy, with their arms folded and legs spread apart. The two girls-a blonde and brunette, both very cute and well stacked-were instructed by Joe to kneel down in front of him and Tommy, to take their genitals in hand gently, and, while caressing the genitals in a tender manner for them, to mouth both penises and suck them until they were limp and spent of semen.
"The new girls, flushed with excitement, yet seemingly not in the least shy or reluctant, accepted Joe's orders and began to carry them out.
They had barely begun to fellate Joe and Tommy when the expressions and actions of the latter clearly showed the pleasure they were experiencing, which meant but one thing: both new girls were already accomplished fellatrices and knew precisely what to do to please their new 'leaders'!
"After the girls had sucked off Joe and Tommy until their pricks hung limp, so that they had to sit down to recuperate and rest, it was time to initiate the three new male members. Helen usually paired with me for this pleasent task, but tonight she was "had' and that left only me to cope with the three handsome and very potent young studs.
"While the rest of our flock' watched, I made the boys kneel in front of me and take turns licking my cunny. But after two orgasms, I had a better idea for completing the rites and accepting them as members. I let one hump me, another straddle my torso while I sucked his cock, and another knelt close by while I jacked him off. Ironic as it sounds, we all four climaxed simultaneously, to everyone's joy, except for one small detail : the boy whom I jacked off shot his jism on the arm of the boy I was blowing, causing a moment of unhappiness. But it, the unhappy part, was over quickly as I got up and joined Joe and Tommy and we proudly announced to all present that the five initiated were now full-fledged club members.
"Afterward, the orgy began. And it turned out to be the wildest, most wonderful orgy we'd ever experienced. Joe's intentions to turn me every way but loose were foiled when the two new girls insisted he and Tommy fuck them, which they obligingly did. And while they were thus engaged, the three new boys insisted upon taking me on again, taking turns or all together, whichever way I wanted them. I wanted all three of them at once and thought of a good idea to accomplish it. I had the best-hung boy lie down on the floor on his back and I got on top of him. I guided his ball bat into my cunny, where it felt even bigger and better than brother Paul's had felt. I could even feel myself stretching inside to fully accommodate him. When he was all the way in, I moved up and down a little to get our juices flowing, then leaned way forward.
"The second best-hung boy climbed on me from the rear, gripped the globes of my ass, parted them, and made contact with my ass-hole with the head of his prick. He used our love juices from my cunny to lubricate my asshole with, and then began to hump and ease his prick up my rear end, inch by inch, until it was all the way in. Both boys mentioned how they could feel each other's pricks in me, and as for myself-I was nearly out of my skull with ecstasy. The third boy knelt in front of me and I sucked him off as the other two fucked me. Our positioning even caught the attention of other kids and they grouped to try the same thing, with the same exciting results, judging from the moans and squeals of ecstasy emitting from different girls.
"The boy I was blowing climaxed first, nearly choking me with the tremendous gushings of hot semen he shot into my mouth and throat. But I managed to swallow nearly all of it, what little I couldn't swallow drooling from my mouth onto my titties. He uttered a funny cry as his prick went limp, and sprawled on his back, out cold. I was marveling at my prowess as a fellatrice in making a young man faint with ecstasy, when both other boys humping me climaxed, filling me with their hot goo in both places. I also had a tremendous climax, then, and must have once again fainted from the ecstasy of it, for when I awoke it was to find myself in the big double bed in the next room with George and Helen. George woke up about the same time I did-and we stared at each other with the tips of our noses almost touching.
"George gasped, 'Holy Mother!' and sat bolt upright in bed. I guess for a minute he thought he was at my house and had gotten into bed with me in his fatigued stupor. But when he realized where we were, the panic left his eyes and a devilish gleam came to them as he grinned and said, 'Well, fancy meetin' you here!' To which I seductively smiled and purred, 'Hhmmm, likewise. Did Helen 'initiate' you satisfactorily as a new member?'
"He leered. 'Now, whadda you think, sweetheart?' To which I replied, 'It looks like you satisfied her.' My eyes lowered to his crotch where his revived cock was now standing out from his belly like a flagpole. His eyes met mine. 'Like?' I nodded vigorously that I liked what I saw very much. 'Want?' And again, I nodded vigorously.
"His hardness slipped between my pulsating love lips; and then he thrust his maleness into me as far as it would go, gorging every inch of me so fantastically I cried out with joy. He began the rhythmic humpings of love and my body tingled ecstatically. And while he thrust his organ to my very core, his strong hands squeezed my aching tit ties and tweaked their hard nipples. Again I cried out for joy. I haden't been fucked quite like this before.
"My passion got so intense that I suddenly began to shudder and climax; and I felt George's happy moans as his powerful spurting orgasm seared the depths of my being. And again I fainted with sheer ecstasy....
"When I awoke again, it was a rude awakening. I opened my eyes and stared up at the stern face of a uniformed stranger. I could hear screams and curses and a bedlam of activity in the other room as I sat up in bed. I shook my head. It was no dream, it was for real. The stern-faced man was still there, telling me now to get up, get dressed, and not make any trouble, if I knew what was good for me.
"I couldn't help it. I bawled. The whole beautiful thing we had going for us had now been busted. And I, like a stupid moron, had been caught along with everyone else still present in the house.
"The outcome was a big, ugly, humiliating mess. I was given a ninety-day sentence at the Girls' Correctional Home for my part in helping to form our sex club, plus an added ninety-day sentence for accepting funds for the club, which, according to law, meant I was prostituting for it.
"I wouldn't have cared so much if the justice of what happened was heaped on me, but it also backlashed and broke up my family, and now I don't know if I'll see them or any of my old friends ever again....
CONCLUSION
In all likelihood, the tragedy that happened to Wanda and her entire family could have been prevented had both she and her brother been told about the "birds and bees" before they reached the age of experimentation and-through incest-learned for themselves. Perhaps her parents, instead of delving into their own personal problems and sexual worries, could have prevented the incestuous affair between their daughter and son, their daughter's promiscuousness, which led to her eventual nymphomania, and even her incestuous relationship with her own father, had they taken the time, better still the foresight, to do so. Their failure to do so eventually provoked a heartbreaking tragedy in which the entire family suffered from.
Their is no doubt that the word "sex" causes different thoughts and feelings in different people. Sex can be looked upon as good or bad, frightening or joyful, and as causing pain or pleasure. It draws people together, and, conversely, can drive them apart. It is as simple as two birds on a tree or as complicated as two people in a divorce court.
Sexual feeling grows and changes throughout life. Touching his sex organs, a four-year-old finds merely pleasurable sensations, whereas a teenagrer experiences much more exciting feelings.
Sex is such a powerful force that millions and millions of dollars are spent every year using it to advertise and sell anything from toothpaste to automobiles. Endless hours of time and energy are devoted to discussing sex, reading literature, and watching films on the subject. There is no question that sex is something special and has an important place in man's activity. History has recorded laws regulating sex; and religious systems have renounced it, worshipped it, and offered sacrifices in its name.
Sex is many things to many people, and when we describe a person's feelings or ideas and attitudes about sex we are referring to his sexuality.
Parents generally do not accept infants, young people, or even early teenagers as being sexual. And this mistake is perhaps today one of the biggest reasons for the origin of high-school sex clubs; the teenagers' way of showing-proving-to their parents, and the entire world, that they are sexual and have the same feelings about sex as their peers do.
Freud had some very interesting theories about sexual development. He proposed that the human capacity for expressing love and sex develops from birth and goes through several phases of development. He felt that in the process of going through these phases we develop the emotions of love, the attitudes toward sex, the feelings about the opposite sex, and that these elements combine to influence the kind of personality we shall have throughout our lives.
Albert Ellis has said that a sexual woman is a potpourri of varying degrees of biological urge versus civilizing restraints. It should, then, come as no surprise that we fail miserably in any attempt to rightfully characterize female sexuality in anything other than the most general terms.
Ellis continues, saying, "There is no 'norm.' Perhaps this is what makes sex such an exciting business. Perhaps, also, this is what makes any meaningful examination of a nymphomaniac so difficult."
The atmosphere of today's new sexual freedom is both a blessing and a curse to our teenagers. Within the prevailing aura of sexuality, teenagers have great expectations of what sexual pleasures should be. But often that "first-time all-the-way" proves a shattering, ugly experience, leaving the realities of what they had expected dissolved by the reality of what actually happened. Thus, sex clubs are formed as means to permit these sexually unsatisfied youths another chance at the reality of sex through "doing it" with club members of the opposite sex while others watch and voice their approval or disapproval of the techniques used.
The average teenage high-school girl today has read a number of sex information books and usually has discussed sex with her female acquaintances. She has read and heard of the ecstasies derived from sexual intercourse and other coital methods, and quite possibly has herself experienced-even though briefly-an orgasm. Thus she is reluctant to settle for anything less than absolute satisfaction.
She is anxious to experience complete orgasmic pleasure during every session of sexual intercourse with her young lover, who she assumes (often wrongly) knows as much if not more than she. She fears anything falling short of full sexual fulfillment, and when this happens-as it so often does when a boy ejaculates prematurely-she's left frustrated. Often with the desperate urgency to try again, the next time could be it! Even so, it may require several more times with several different boys before the girl is eventually sated sexually; else she becomes a nymphomaniac seeking the man who can fully sate her sexual fires, but never quite finding him.
Cabell, the noted essayist, once said, "The first law of life is not to offend against the notions of your neighbor." This seems cowardly but very practical.
Early sexual experiences, of course, can lead to many problems; yet, by the same token, so can inexperience cause similar problems. Unfortunately, only the latter get the publicity.
There is much food for thought, it would seem, in what Cabell has to say. Yet he admits that the dilemma facing a parent baffles even the experts. So it would seem that the answer lies in better programs of sex education, such as those sponsored by SIECUS (Sex Information and Education Council of the United States), and in more honest and communicative parents-those who can rationally and without overemotional outbursts explain the mores of their particular beliefs without traumatizing the children so that they develop serious guilt complexes when they fall prey to sexual desires that can lead to incestuous affairs as well as sex clubs, as we have seen.
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