The norm of oral and anal sex! This study presented by Dr. Guenter Klow illustrates many case histories where people must resort to oral andIor anal sex to achieve an orgasm. Some prefer the mouth passions and it becomes a matter of choice. Yet some inject oral sex or sodomy simply as variety in an already well adjusted sex pattern. A penetrating look into the dark recesses of human sexual behavior.
INTRODUCTION
Long before the destruction of Sodom, the act of sodomy existed, as did fellatio, cunnilingus, bestiality and all the sexual acts we know today.
Then, as now, many persons considered such acts to be abnormal, immoral, sinful, and bad for the health (not to mention the breath). Gradually though, light, the light of reason began to penetrate the darkness of ignorance and, worse, religious taboo.
But such progress has been gradual and fraught with setbacks. There is still a long way to go before man accepts the basic premise that the body is the property of the owner of that body and that in gratifying its needs, with food, clothing or sex, all rights are vested in the owner.
If a man chooses to exist on a steady diet of sheep manure, then it is his right to do so. If a woman can satisfy her sexual needs by remaining a virgin while performing fellatio or cunnilingus ten times a day, it is her right. If a woman decides that a big dog performs sexual intercourse better than a man, who has the right to deny her?
On that point, is it less normal for a woman to have sexual intercourse with a dog, than for a man to talk baby talk to a poodle?
In a work of this nature, we shall study, through actual case histories, many acts and desires which some readers will consider to be strange or unusual. I would assume that those who have read my previous works are not likely to be shocked.
Throughout, it will be my purpose not to shock, but to enlighten; not to champion oral or anal sex as the best or the only way, but to champion the cause of understanding, to strike another blow at that crudest of all words, abnormal.
Eliminating those followers of Saint Paul who maintain that any and all sexual acts are either dirty or sinful or both, (The liturgy of the Roman Catholic church retains the ceremony of Churching, where a woman goes to the church to be cleansed after giving birth to a child.) the majority of our society still feels strongly that it is proper for a man to insert his penis into one orifice, the vagina of a woman, but not into the mouth of a woman or the mouth or anus of a man.
On this point, their only authority is prejudice. To these persons, normal is what they do or would like to do; abnormal is everything else.
I would hope that if these are reasonable people who respect the rights of each man and woman to "do his own thing", they would be those who have read my previous works, and yet, allow me to offer you a test.
Think of some sexual act you have not yet tried. (Go as far as you like, I know a woman who frequently performs fellatio on her dog.) With that act in mind, imagine some person known to you, performing it. See what your reaction is. Would you think less of him or her for doing so? If so, if you experience even a trace of doubt, take stock of yourself and decide whether or not you are as broad minded as you have always believed.
In stressing this point, it is not my intention to offend or to condemn, (who am I to condemn?) my fellow man, and especially my readers. To a very large extent, we are what society has made us, we are the product of our environment and our hereditary taboos.
In this volume, I shall stray farther than usual from the more conventional paths of human sexual behavior. In doing so, I shall cite case histories which will undoubtedly horrify the would be censors, those self proclaimed Gods who would impose their morality on all others; let them be horrified.
I have two objectives in mind at this point; one, is to spread the gospel of understanding, the second, to tell even one reader that the things he/she does or wants to do, are not uniquely evil or sinful or perverted, but that there are many others in society who understand and share that interest.
But I think I have talked enough of what I am going to do, and should get on with the doing of it after one final word.
My work is aided immeasurably by contact with those who read my books, whether or not they agree with my philosophy. I am always delighted to hear from my readers, and my publisher, not a bad chap as publishers go, will be pleased to forward all letters to me.
Everything I know about human nature, I have learned from people rather than from books. I am always eager to add to this store of knowledge, and I welcome letters from my readers since they help broaden my own outlook.
ORAL AND ANAL SEX
CASE HISTORY ONE
Although it was not to become a factor in her life until much later, Ada had her first exposure to cunnilingus at the age of ten.
Her father was away on one of his frequent business trips, and as an only child, she was alone at home with her mother. Early in the evening, another woman cane to visit. As she sat listening to their conversation, Ada sensed that she was somehow in the way, that they wanted to be rid of her.
Before long, and also before her usual time for bed, her mother confirmed her hunch by sending her to bed. She began to protest, but the threat of a spanking sent her, angrily and filled with resentment, to her bedroom.
Ada was as unsophisticated as the average ten year old, but she sensed that there had to be some reason for her being set off to bed early and determined to find out what it was. Her suspicion was more than confirmed when, not long after she had gotten into bed, she heard her mother approaching her door.
Showing a fine touch of the dramatic, Ada closed her eyes tightly and pretended to be asleep. She heard the door open quietly, and ignored the whispered call of her name. No matter what it was all about, she reasoned, she would have a better chance of finding out about it if her mother and the guest thought she was asleep.
After another whispered call, her mother left the room, closing the door behind her. Ada moved quietly out of bed and walked toward the door, wondering what to do next. She froze in position and held her hand over her mouth to still the sound of her breathing as she heard her mother and the other woman walking along the hall outside her door.
Seconds later, she heard them enter her mother's bedroom and close the door behind them. There was silence for a little while, then the sound of excited whispers. Unable to resist the temptation to find out what was going on, young Ada opened her door quietly, then walked barefooted along the hall to her mother's bedroom.
It was an old house, with keyholes in every door and no keys to block the view. Trying hard to keep her breathing silent, Ada crouched close to the door and fitted her eye to the hole. What she saw then was not at all what she expected.
Her mother and their visitor were undressing. As she watched, both women stripped naked, then moved together and, embracing hotly, kissed. Ada couldn't understand that. She knew that men and women kissed, but she couldn't understand two women kissing. Too, she was fascinated by the sight of naked, mature bodies.
She saw the big buttocks and thighs, watched as hands moved to fondle them, then saw the two women walk to the bed and he on it. Ada had heard enough to be vaguely aware that men and women did things when they were in bed with their clothes off, but she had not heard that two women could do things under the same circumstances.
While she watched, the women sucked breasts, fondled thighs, and parted their legs for even more intimate fondling and stroking. From there, it was just a matter of time before the women turned and each fitted her face into the crotch of the other.
From the door, Ada had an excellent view of her mother moving her face into the other woman's crotch, her tongue flicking out even before it reached the big, pink vulva.
While the startled girl watched the writhing women, she heard the wet sounds of sucking and licking, and the muffled groans of the sweating women.
One woman began to cry out more loudly, then the other followed suit. After a little while, Ada saw her mother raise her face, shining wet with the juices of the woman's crotch, then saw the wet, dark vulva, the matted pubic hair, the glistening, wet crotch area.
Her mother turned, and both woman lay on their backs, knees bent and widely parted, both crotches wide open to the view of the confused girl.
"You sure know how to (cunnilingus)" she heard the woman tell her mother. "When I make my old man do it, he isn't nearly that good."
"You're lucky if you get it once in a while,"
Ada's mother replied. "I can't get mine to go down on me at all. All I ever get from him is a quick (sexual intercourse) that doesn't do a bloody thing for me."
Her young body trembling, her mind reeling in confusion, Ada crept quietly back to her room. She was shocked by what she had seen and heard, and yet, there had been the look of ecstasy on the faces of the two participants, the relaxed, happy attitude later as they lay talking.
Before Ada found refuge in sleep that night, confusion had changed to shame. What her mother had done with the other woman, she decided, was a shameful, abnormal thing. This was later confirmed by older girls who told her about lesbians, queers and dykes, as they were called.
Ada was careful not to peep into her mother's room after that for fear of what she would see. She tried, and generally managed, to push the thought out of her mind. Actually, what happened was that she pushed it deeply into her mind, out of reach of her conscious mind, buried deeply in her sub conscious.
As she reached puberty, Ada thought more and more often of sexual matters, and lesbianism was high on the list. She often wondered how it would feel to be nude with a nude girl, to feel a face between her thighs, to feel a mouth sucking, a tongue in the warmth of her vagina, licking. Too, she wondered about the reverse of the situation where she would perform cunnilingus on another girl or, better, a beautiful, mature woman.
Often, these thoughts led to fantasies which her mind held and projected strongly until she would lower or remove her panties and perform digital masturbation to orgasm. In her fantasies, there were no males.
By the age of fifteen, Ada was masturbating with fantasies on an average of two or three times a week. More and more, there was an urge to replace fantasy with reality, to find a partner who would introduce her to forbidden acts.
That mood was strong one evening when one of her mother's newer friends, a woman in her late twenties, named Betty, came to visit one evening while Ada's father was out of the city.
Ada stayed with her mother and the visitor for a while, admiring the woman's figure and beautifully formed legs and thighs which she displayed quite casually and generously. As passion built, Ada, afraid the woman would notice her state, excused herself and announced that she was sleepy and would go to bed early.
Stripping naked, she got into bed and waited for her mother to come to check on her as she always did when entertaining a woman alone. As she waited, her hand pressed between her thighs, teasing rather than masturbating, helping passion mount higher until it became exquisite torture. She had promised herself she would break her old rule that night and watch her mother and the other woman making lesbian love.
Her reasoning was that fantasies were no longer enough, and while voyeurism was not really enough, it would be something of an improvement.
It was almost an hour before her door opened and her name was called in a whisper. Partially opening her eyes, Ada saw that her mother had removed her dress and slip, indicating to the girl that the game had already started and that she had missed some exciting preliminaries.
Seconds after her door closed, Ada was on her feet and hurrying toward her mother's bedroom. As she pressed her eye to the keyhole, she saw the two women standing in an erotic embrace, their hands moving over each other as their mouths pressed hungrily, their partially clad bodies rubbing in heat.
Betty, she noted, was really a beauty. During the embrace, Ada thrilled at the sight of the nylon sheathed thighs and the white, smooth flesh between expanded nylon tops and the sheer, white nylon panties which only partially covered the plump, well rounded buttocks without hiding them from her view.
As they moved apart, Ada saw how excitingly the younger woman filled her matching white bra, then the garment came away and she saw the firm, jutting breasts in naked splendor. The pink nipples were long and firm looking as though they had already been aroused.
The big breasts swayed excitingly as Betty bent to pull down her partner's panties and help her step out of them, then stood fondling her breasts with both hands while her panties were being removed.
The women embraced again, and Ada could almost hear the sound of the nude bodies rubbing. Her mother was completely naked, while Betty wore only garter belt and nylons.
As their mouths moved apart, Betty sighed and squirmed while her partner sucked both her breasts for a long time. During this, Ada fondled her own nicely developed breasts and tried to imagine how it would feel to have a beautiful, naked woman sucking them. , Her mother, Ada noticed, continued in the role of aggressor as the woman moved to the bed. After covering Betty's tummy and thighs with kisses, she bent over the woman and spent a long time kissing and licking her buttocks, even, to the girl's excited surprise, drawing the smooth buttocks apart to kiss and lick all the way up and down the warm cleavage.
That was something new to Ada, something she had never even heard of from the other girls. It gave her something else to think about.
Betty turned over then, parted her legs wide and drew them up over her to present her heated crotch. Ada's mother went down quickly and began performing cunnilingus greedily, with wet, erotic sounds as the woman writhed and massaged her big breasts while urging her partner on.
"That's it, baby," she panted loudly enough for Ada to hear clearly, "what a tongue ... lap baby ... suck it all up ... hang on baby ... here we gooooOOOOOO ... Ahhh ... ooh ... ooh..."
If Ada could have formed any doubts about lesbianism up to that point, all chances were lost as she shared the wild excitement of the women who was writhing through orgasm. Outside the door, she knelt with her finger stroking her clitoris, feeling the hard sensitivity of it, rubbing until she was forced to bite down on the heel of her hand to stifle her cry as orgasm swept through her and left her weak and panting.
Tired then, Ada wanted to go to bed, but didn't dare leave for fear of missing more action between the two nudes on the bed. When she heard her name being mentioned, she pressed closer to the door.
"That Ada of yours has a yummy little figure, dear. So young and tender, yum."
"Betty," Ada's mother cut in angrily, "if you so much as put a finger on her I'll kill you. Leave her alone and let her make her own life."
"Come off it," Betty protested, "do you want some dirty man sticking his (penis) in her and knocking her up?"
"All I want is that she grow up and make her own decisions when she's ready. You keep your hands and your eyes off her. I can give you everything you want. You don't need to mess around with innocent kids."
"Can you give me everything I want? I want something right now, something nice and wet and rough and hot. Something like your raspy little tongue."
Betty lay back again and her partner went down on her, lapping until she went into orgasm again. Ada was too aroused to trust herself at the door any longer. She hurriedly returned to her room, got onto her bed and masturbated to climax. Even after that, she had difficulty getting to sleep.
All through school the following day, Ada's mind relived the erotic scenes of the previous evening, but there was more. Betty had sounded sincere about wanting to get at her body, if that was the case, she told herself, then she was going to finish with the routine of fantasy, and discover the real life joys of lesbianism with the beautiful, mature woman.
After school, Ada counted the minutes until she could get to Betty and offer her body to the woman. She knew where Betty worked, and was waiting outside the office building at five o'clock. When she saw Betty leaving the building, her heart pounded with excitement and fear as she wondered if she could go through with it.
As she called the woman's name, she saw Betty turn away from the two women to whom she had been talking and greet her with wide, warm smile.
"Hi, Ada, what are you doing here?" Betty asked as she walked to the girl.
"I want to ... I've got to talk to you, Betty. Can we go somewhere?"
"Sure, my apartment's just a couple of blocks away. Are you in some kind of trouble?"
"Yes and no, I guess. I'll tell you about it when we get there. Okay?"
They walked fast and were soon in the apartment. Closing the door behind them, Betty slipped the bolt into place and turned to find the beautiful young girl moving into her arms. Before she could even utter a gasp of surprise, she felt the greedy young mouth pressing hard against hers.
With a little cry, she wrapped her arms tightly around the girl and held her tightly through a long, passionate kiss.
"I think we'd better sit down and talk a little, baby. I'm beginning to think you're not as innocent as your mother thinks."
"I am, Betty, but I don't want to be. I want to do the things you and mom do in bed."
"Whoops, wait a minute," Betty stopped her, a puzzled look on her face. "I'm not admitting I do anything in bed with your mother or any other woman. What are you talking about?"
"I mean I watched through the keyhole last night. I saw everything. It made me so hot I ... you know ... used my finger. I want to find out what it's like. I want to do it and have a woman do it to me."
There was a little more excited conversation, then Betty drew the girl into her arms and they kissed again.
"All right, Ada," Betty told the girl, her fingers digging into the flesh of firm young arms, "stand up and take your dress off. Your slip too."
Trembling, Ada obeyed and saw the excited gleam in the eyes of the woman who watched as she undressed for her.
"Now I'll do the same," Betty said as she stood and quickly removed her dress and half slip.
"Oh Betty," Ada said with obvious admiration, "you've got such a lovely body. I saw you last night, but not close like this. Let me touch you."
"You'll touch me plenty, Ada," she assured her "and I'll touch you until you go out of your mind with joy. Come, we'll go to bed now and finish undressing there. I want you naked as much as you want me that way."
In the bedroom, Betty sat on the edge of the bed and had the trembling girl stand between her knees. With practiced hands, she unfastened the girl's bra and released her pert young breasts.
"They're beauties, Ada," she whispered hotly, "more than enough to fill my mouth."
The woman licked a film of moisture over her full, red lips, then proved her point by pulling Ada to her and filling her mouth with a lush young breast. She sucked greedily, and when she released the wet orb, the nipple had become elongated and darker in color. She moved over to the other, did the same to it, then pulled Ada right down onto the bed.
Her own bra came off quickly and she gave Ada her breasts to play with for a while, then fed them, one at a time into the moist young mouth to be sucked until her nipples too were very hard and sensitive.
Holding the squirming girl down on the bed then, Betty took her panties off, examined her carefully, excitedly, front and back, then parted her thighs. At the sight of the untouched young vulva, she emitted a groan of lust and told Ada clearly what she was going to do to it with her mouth and tongue.
Turning, Ada tried to strip the woman's sheer nylon panties down, but Betty had other ideas at the moment. Cupping the full, smooth buttocks of the trembling, almost crying girl, she pulled her upward as her face went down into the silken nest of crotch.
At the touch of the mouth on her vulva, Ada cried out loudly, her whole body jerking as though it would explode.
Betty had mastered the erotic art of cunnilingus long before, and concentrated on making the girl's first experience one that she would never forget.
As orgasm commenced, Ada went into a cry that frightened the woman whose mouth remained glued to her wet, hot vulva, then she pushed the fingers of both hands into her mouth in an effort to stifle it.
Betty kept her mouth pressing until the pressure of the firm young thighs threatened to suffocate or strangle her, then she pulled free.
"Did you enjoy it, darling?" she asked with a wide smile as she looked down at the panting, perspiring girl.
"Like ... it? Oh my God ... How ... can anything be so good?"
"This is the only thing in the world that can be so good, baby," Betty told her. "It has to be woman-woman. Women know what it's all about, men just want to get their rocks off, they don't care whether a woman gets anything out of it or not."
"Aren't men any good, Betty?"
"For me and for your mother, no. For you, that's something you will have to decide later, after you've tried it both ways."
"I want to try something else, Betty. Will you let me?"
"You want to take my panties off? You're not afraid?"
"I want to and I'm not afraid. I saw your face while mom was doing it to you. I saw her face after it was over. I know it must be great. I want to do it."
"It is great, darling. Take my panties off, play with me a little, then taste it. Get your tongue right in and find out how great it can be."
Betty knelt up and Ada began to pull her panties down. Even as she did it, Ada thought it was just another fantasy, was afraid she would waken to find it was just a dream, and yet, the silken skin under her hands told her it had to be real. When the panties reached Betty's knees, she rolled over onto her back, raised her legs for the girl to strip the flimsy garment right off, then opened them wide.
With a little cry of passion, Ada started at the vulva of a mature woman, then covered it with her hand and began rubbing it.
"Not yet, Ada," Betty whispered. "Play with it first. I'm on fire now, but make me hotter. Explore it, enjoy yourself. It will be better for both of us that way."
Her mind reeling, her body trembling, Ada fondled and explored the buttocks, thighs and crotch of the beautiful, mature woman. At every touch, the woman responded and the thrill grew for the girl.
And then, wild with passion, unwilling and unable to wait for permission, she threw her pretty iuce into the inverted vee of the hot crotch and felt, for the first time in her life, the forbidden thrill of her mouth working on the soft, warm lips of a vulva, and the even more maddening thrill of licking deeply into the interior as the woman sighed and cried.
Ada stopped being a girl then, and became a woman. There was no way of reverting to the innocence of girlhood after that. With each movement of her tongue and lips, the woman groaned and cried, Ada was a woman then, with all the power and mystery of a woman.
Her thrill was magnified by the knowledge that she exerted an intense power over a woman almost twice her age. Other girls, she told herself, were content to play records and sigh about boys and wonder what life was all about. She knew then what it was about as her hands rubbed the perspiration coated body of the writhing woman who kept begging for more and more.
And then, just as Ada thought she had achieved the very height of ecstasy, she was rocketed to a new plateau as Betty went into an intense orgasm. Wrapping her arms tightly around the glistening body of the sweat covered woman, Ada held on tightly and inhaled the intoxicating odor of woman musk as strong thighs rubbed her face and left her magnificently breathless.
After a little while, they began to talk. Ada had many questions to ask and Betty offered a plentiful supply of answers, each of which led to more questions.
And then, remembering the warning she had received from Ada's mother the night before, Betty told the girl to dress and go home.
That weekend, Ada's family went to the cottage at the lake as usual. They were delighted when Ada told them she would rather spend the weekend at the home of a girl friend. She arrived at Betty's apartment early Friday evening, and when she left there on Sunday evening, she was thoroughly trained and experienced in the ways of lesbianism.
After that it was easy. In school she found gins who were willing to try anything for kicks, and trained them to be lesbian partners.
At seventeen, she found a job and an apartment and left home. Ada is now in her late twenties and a confirmed lesbian. Although she has had many affairs, she is still a virgin. She is also a very unhappy and disturbed young woman.
She came to my attention when she was arrested for the stabbing of her lover. The other woman had found a new lover and wanted to move out of the apartment she shared with Ada. In a jealous rage, Ada attacked her with a paring knife. Although the woman recovered, she was hospitalized and Ada was arrested and convicted.
Fortunately, Ada agreed to undergo psychiatric treatment, and although she still has a long way to go, she does seem to be responding. What the future holds for her, which direction she will choose, no doctor can predict.
CASE HISTORY TWO
In the previous case history, we saw how a childhood experience, directed the course of an adult life. Time after time, studies show that this is the rule rather than the exception. It is not always as clearly shown, or as serious in its impact, but it is usually to be found.
But there are exceptions though, and the case we shall consider here is one.
Clifton led a rather protected life as an only child. This included being protected from sexual knowledge. Still, instinct will not be denied, and at the age of twelve he discovered that he could masturbate and that the act produced sensations of pleasure.
Later, he learned that the pleasure could be increased when masturbation was performed while looking at lingerie and foundation garment ads, and other pictures of scantily clad women.
He had little idea as to what a woman looked like under her lingerie, but that did not lessen his enjoyment. He would wait until he could be sure of privacy over an extended period, then would look at pictures and play with his penis, delaying ejaculation as long as possible. When this happened, he would direct his semen onto a picture he had torn from a newspaper or magazine.
After graduating from high school, he took a job and continued to live with his parents. Although he was shy with girls, he did eventually meet one his own age and enjoyed her company. At the age of twenty-one, they married.
Dawn, his wife, was a virgin and almost as sexually ignorant as he. Her parents owned a cottage in the country and offered it to the young couple for their honeymoon.
On their first afternoon at the cottage, they began discussing their knowledge, or lack of knowledge, of sex. At first, it was a difficult, halting conversation, but gradually they overcame their em-harassment as each gave courage to the other.
Both admitted that they had not seen a member of the opposite sex in the nude, and Clifton told his bride of how he masturbated. She was fascinated by this and he promised that at some other time, he would do it in her presence.
Warmed by the excitement of their discussion, both became sexually aroused to the point that she asked him to show her his penis. It was a fully erected penis that he took out and showed her as he stood in front of the couch on which she sat.
With a little encouragement, she took the penis into her hand, told him that it was much bigger than she expected, and thrilled at the way she was able to move the foreskin back and forth to expose, then cover the swollen head.
As they became bolder and more excited, Clifton stripped naked and encouraged her to explore his body with her eyes and her hands. Dawn was delighted.
Giggling, she pulled the hem of her dress and slip up to her waist while her husband dropped to his knees to see and feel her smooth thighs and clinging, nylon panties which were sheer, and permitted him a generous view.
Clifton helped his bride undress. The process was halted for a while when he took her bra off. She had nicely developed breasts and he delighted in fondling them and causing the pink nipples to elongate and harden.
When, at her urging, he began to suck one, he was surprised that it produced no milk. Dawn understood enough about the function of breasts to explain the lack of milk in an unpregnant woman.
And then, when he could wait no longer, he asked her to stand and let him take her panties off. Instead of being afraid, as she had expected, Dawn trembled with excitement as she stood, her feet braced wide apart, and felt male hands reaching for her panties to take them down.
The last time a man had done that, she recalled, she had been fourteen years old and her father was preparing her for a bare bottom spanking.
Then, she had sobbed unhappily, but this time she giggled in anticipation. It gave her a feeling of naughtiness watching a man pulling her panties down very slowly, his hands becoming numb and useless as the panties moved down to display the dark triangle of her pubic hair.
In her excitement, she moved closer to him and tickled his face with the foliage of her mons veneris. Clifton expressed his appreciation of that move by clutching her bared buttocks with both hands and pulling her against his face.
Dawn pushed her panties all the way down and stepped out of them. She would have removed her garter belt and nylons as well, but he stopped her, telling her she looked very exciting that way.
The trembling young bride lay back on the couch then and parted her legs wide to allow her husband his first view of the female crotch. He was fascinated by what he saw, and became more so when she used her fingers to part the labiae for him.
"It's kind of like a mouth," he observed, perspiring and fighting the urge to masturbate then and there.
"It is, I guess," she agreed, raising her buttocks from the couch to bring her vulva closer to him. "In fact, I've read about men kissing women there, and even women doing it to each other."
When her husband expressed obvious interest, she told him more, describing how cunnilingus could produce orgasm, and guiding his finger to her clitoris. She talked too about fellatio and he found that equally interesting. To demonstrate her courage, Dawn took his penis in her hand and guided it into her mouth. As she sucked on it, she stroked his buttocks with both hands.
When she later asked him to kiss her vulva and put his tongue inside on her clitoris, Clifton obliged. The excited young bride cried out passionately and rubbed her husband's face and head with silken thighs.
When he withdrew his face, Clifton was smiling as he told how he had enjoyed doing it as much as she enjoyed having it done to her.
"Would you do it all the way if I did it to you?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Would you really let me go off in your mouth?" he asked.
"Sure," she assured him, "I'll bet it would be real fun. A friend of mine once told me how she and her boy friend did it to each other every time they went out on a date. She said she loved the feel and taste when he shot into her mouth and she drank everything he could give her."
Clifton was afraid that he would ejaculate before he could get his penis into her mouth, but he agreed to do it to his bride first. She lay back on the couch, and after a little difficulty, he found a position in which he could easily fasten his mouth to her warm, moist vulva and find her clitoris with his tongue.
While he performed cunnilingus, she sighed and kept telling him how exciting it was to have a man's face in her crotch and to feel his mouth and tongue arousing her the way he was doing.
When she climaxed, she cried loudly and threshed so violently that it frightened the inexperienced young man. He wrapped his arms tightly around her hips and pressed his face against her smooth tummy while she recovered from the exertion of her strong orgasm.
"Want me to do you now?" she asked then, her face mirroring her husband's excitement.
After a brief discussion, they agreed that he would lie on his back on the couch, and that she would crouch beside him so that he could see and play with her buttocks and thighs as she performed fellatio.
Clifton gave a little groan of passion as he saw his lovely, naked wife lick her full, red lips while one hand closed firmly around the shaft of his throbbing penis.
With a muffled "ooohhhhh" Dawn drew more and more of the rigid organ into her warm, moist mouth. She quickly discovered that she could increase her pleasure and his, by moving it in and out, her jaws hollowing as she sucked greedily on the first penis she had ever seen.
Dawn felt strong fingers digging into her buttocks and firm thighs, but if they hurt her she wasn't aware of it. In the days prior to their wedding, she had been afraid of the embarrassment a bride experiences in baring her body to a man for the first time, and of the pain involved in the rupturing of her hymen, but there was no pain, or embarrassment as she sucked the swollen head of the exciting penis.
She heard a groan that broke in the middle and became a series of grunts, then she was swallowing the spurting semen greedily, excitedly. Clifton tried to pull his penis away from her as she drained him, but she fought to keep the spent member in her mouth, to drain more from him. At last, with a mighty effort, he was able to take it from her.
The bride and groom had a lot to talk about then as they remained naked, touching other and talking, causing passion to be rekindled strongly.
Without being asked, Clifton turned his wife over and pressed his face into her crotch for the second time. Again, her orgasm was strong and wildly thrilling. Later, she fondled and kissed his penis, her tongue licking the big vein along the bottom of it, until she saw the beginning of erection.
"I guess we should do it the other way," he began nervously.
"What do you mean?" she asked, the penis stiffening in the grasp of her hand.
"You know ... I mean putting it in you ... in your ... between your legs."
"We don't have to, darling," she told him. "It will hurt me and make me bleed and everything. This way is so much more fun. Don't you like doing it in my mouth?"
"Oh, I sure do. I just thought maybe you wanted me to do it the regular way."
By way of answer, Dawn brought her face down onto his lap as he sat beside hre, and licking her lips, smiled as she pushed her mouth down over the thrusting, erect penis.
Having already ejaculated once, Clifton knew it would take a long time and told his wife so. She obviously didn't mind, and began to move her hand back and forth along the hard shaft as her mouth continued to suck.
Happening to glance at a mirror across the room, Clifton saw the reflection of her face and stretched mouth as she sucked. He felt his penis surge strongly in her mouth, and a matter of mere seconds later, he felt himself ejaculating and allowed his wife to drain him completely again.
After that, a mirror became a regular part of their oral sex acts. Dawn too loved watching the reflection of her and her husband in the mirror while he performed cunnilingus on her in a variety of positions which kept expanding as they joyfully experimented.
Some of the positions they devised came about by accident, rather than design. One such, one Dawn called a knee trembler, happened one evening when she was washing dishes and Clifton was playing under her skirt.
When he twisted under her to kiss the crotch of her nylon panties, she hurriedly dried her hands and jerked her panties off. Standing with her legs wide apart, she urged him to get under her skirt with his face and see if he could bring her to orgasm with his mouth.
He was eager to try, and found it wildly exciting when her skirt covered his head and shoulders and he discovered that his mouth could reach her without difficulty. He brought her to an excitingly strong climax.
Another time, while they were wrestling nude on their bed, Dawn found herself sitting on Clifton's face. Before she could move, he caught her with both hands, held her in that position, and performed cunnilingus until she climaxed. They agreed that it had been great and used that position often.
It is not strange when, in the case of an inexperienced young couple, experimentation leads to unusual sexual acts, but what was strange in this case, is the fact that after three years of marriage, Dawn is still a virgin and they have not given serious consideration to changing that status.
They speak vaguely about having children someday, but having discussed this matter with them, I am not convinced that they will ever do anything about it.
In bringing their case to me, they were seeking confirmation that while what they were doing is unusual, it is not abnormal or harmful in any way. I was pleased to give them that confirmation and see them leave my office happily, having achieved their own sexual adjustment, strange as it may seem.
CASE HISTORY THREE
Ella was a typical fifteen year old who dated and necked with boys she met at school, but always called a halt when they tried for more than mere necking. She was typical too in that her motivation for stopping was fear of pregnancy rather than any sense of sin or morality.
She lived in a large apartment block with her parents and two younger sisters. Ella augmented her allowance by washing dishes and cleaning the apartment of a family friend, a man who had been divorced a few years earlier.
Ella was a pretty girl, with a nicely developed figure for her age, and a sparkling personality. She enjoyed doing chores for the man, Frank, and he paid her generously.
Early one evening, about a month before her sixteenth birthday, Ella was emptying an ash tray when she dropped his favorite pipe and saw it skitter across the floor in two pieces.
Horrified, she brought the two pieces to him and, tears in her eyes, apologized profusely. A strange expression came over his face, and Ella thought it meant the end of her easily earned extra income.
"Put the pieces down on the floor, Ella," he told her with a note of authority but without anger, indicating a spot to the left of his chair.
Ella was puzzled, but she did as he told her. As she bent, the back of her skirt rode up a little to display firm, smooth thighs to the top of her nylons.
Calling the girl to stand facing him then, he scolded her for being careless and informed her that he was going to give her a spanking as a lesson.
"Oh no," she protested, "I've never been spanked."
"You're going to be spanked now, Ella," he told her, "or you won't work for me again."
While Ella was still trying to decide whether or not to take the spanking, Frank reached to turn up the volume of the radio, then, making the decision for her, he pulled her down across his lap and pulled the hem of her dress up to her waist at the same time. She began to protest, but he held her firmly and cut her off.
"Look at the broken pipe right under your face, Ella," he told her in the same strong tone. "Keep looking at it while I give you your spanking. Let it serve as a reminder to you to be more careful in the future."
"But ... but Frank," she sobbed, her face burning with embarrassment, "you shouldn't be seeing me like this. I mean with my dress up."
Frank disagreed with her completely. Not only was he able to admire the delightfully formed thighs of the girl, but her skimpy, white, sheer nylon panties permitted a clear view of delightfully rounded buttocks and the deep cleavage between.
His eyes roving over the luscious rounds, his hand twitching in anticipation of spanking them, he managed to hide his arousal as he talked to her.
"There's nothing wrong with that, Ella. I'm not going to take your panties down, and all I can see is your bottom. It's a very pretty one too, and I'm going to spank it until it blushes a nice shade of pink."
The girl began to sob in embarrassment, then he was spanking, his hand lingering on the nylon clad cheeks for just a moment with the delivery of each brisk spank. She sobbed a little more loudly, but he was careful not to spank too hard.
Through the sheer nylon, he saw the white hills take on a warm pink tint and, when he considered that more spanking would make her cry in pain, he told her it was all over, gave both cheeks a few light pats, then, taking one last look at the plump young bottom, helped her to her feet
Before Ella returned to her apartment that evening, Frank assured her that he hadn't been angry at all about the pipe, and that he had enjoyed spanking her through her little panties.
He kept his tone light, smiled warmly, and just as she reached for the knob of the door, she gave a naughty giggle and admitted that it had been kind of fun. When the door closed behind her, Frank went to the bathroom and, his mind filled with images of the panty clad posterior that had been across his lap, he masturbated.
Masturbation would do in a pinch, Frank reasoned, but not as a steady diet. He had adult female friends to satisfy his sexual desires, but the girl's beauty and youthful innocence drove him wild with lust. He guessed she was a virgin, and doubted that she would allow him to alter that state, but that didn't bother him at all.
Sexual intercourse was a pleasant activity, as he saw it, but there were other ways of having fun, ways that included fondling and arousing the nude body of a girl of not quite sixteen. More than anything, it was the memory of her delightfully rounded, firm bottom that stayed with him and kept him in a continuing state of arousal.
The next time Ella came to the apartment, she was puzzled to find the dishes washed and the apartment generally in order. With a grin, Frank told her he had felt in the mood to do a little work, and that he thought it would be more fun for them to chat instead of having her busy working.
Frank introduced the subject of spanking, and though the girl was nervous and embarrassed at the outset, he worked patiently, and soon had her sharing his interest.
Between sips of his drink, he told her about a woman friend who loved to he over his lap with her skirts up and panties down for a brisk spanking before they went to bed together for other activities.
In little more than a half hour, Frank had wrung an admission from her that she had been aroused by the spanking, and that she'd felt the form of his stiff, throbbing penis while he was spanking her.
Ella went on to tell how she was curious about sex and what a temptation she always felt to let a boy go a little farther, but was afraid of becoming pregnant.
Showering her with warmth and understanding, he pointed out that while boys tended to go out of control at the sight of a girl's panties or the feel of her thighs and breasts, a mature man was a much safer bet since he was aware of the dangers of pregnancy.
After a few more minutes of intimate conversation, Frank convinced the trembling girl that they could play sexual games without having sexual intercourse. When she told him, in reply to his question, that she had never seen a penis, he squeezed a firm thigh through her dress, slid the zipper down the front of his pants, and withdrew his erect penis, the skin drawn back to reveal the big, pink head.
Nervously, then with growing interest, the gin explored it with her hands as well as her eyes. She made no protest when he pulled her skirt up over her waist, pulled her across his lap, and gave her a light spanking through sheer, black nylon panties.
Her choice of panties delighted him. He sensed that she had known he would see her panties again, that she wanted him to. It told him that she would be willing to play many games as long as he was patient and didn't rush her.
After he finished spanking her, he pulled her panties down very slowly and, oending over her, covered the silken buttocks with wet, warm kisses. She tensed, but didn't protest when he pulled the cheeks apart and lovingly licked his way up and down the warm valley.
Without pulling her panties back up, he drew her into his arms in a seated position and began unbuttoning her simple white blouse.
"Did you enjoy being kissed and licked like that?" he asked.
"Yes, it really got me excited," she replied, excitement clear in her trembling voice. "I didn't know people did that."
"Swingers do," he assured her, "and they do a lot of other things which don't involve the guy getting between the gal's legs."
Ella helped him take her blouse off, and gave a deep sigh as his hands closed over the cups of her bra and pulled her against his strong body.
"You're not afraid of me, are you, Ella?" he whispered into her ear.
"I'm nervous, I guess, but as long as you promise not to do anything ... between my legs, I trust you."
"It's a promise, Ella. Let's take your skirt off now, and I'll strip naked if you like. Wouldn't you like to be held by a naked man with a big, stiff (penis)? "
She stood, and Frank helped her out of her skirt. She was a stunning young beauty in bra, panties, garter belt and nylons. She remained standing while the man quickly stripped naked, then took her into his arms for a passionate kiss with his stiff penis pressing against her smooth body above the waistband of her black nylon panties.
"Let's go to the bedroom," he whispered, his lips close to her ear. "There's more room to play on the bed than on this couch."
Seeing that she was nervous about the bed, he kept an arm around her waist as he guided her into the bedroom. As they walked he kept assuring her that they were only going to play and that she would love the games he was going to teach her.
As they reached the wide bed, he kissed her again, and while they were locked in embrace, he unfastened her bra. Taking it off her unresisting arms, he picked her up and, commenting on her well formed, firm young breasts, he laid her gently on the bed and closed his mouth over one while holding the other cupped in a strong hand. As he continued his double assault, the aroused girl squirmed and sighed and added little whimpering sounds as she arched her back in an effort to press more and more of the pink tipped breast into his mouth.
As they rolled on the bed, Frank felt her hand claim his penis and probe below the base of it. She did not resist when one of his hands worked its way up an inner thigh and began to stroke the warm crotch of her panties.
"How would you like to have your pretty ass licked some more?" Frank asked as he turned her over, using both hands to fondle the firm cheeks through her thin panties.
"Ooh, I'd love it," she whimpered. "Are you sure you don't mind doing it?"
"Mind? You have to be kidding. I love ass licking, and you have the sweetest one I've ever seen. I'm going to show you something different this time. I'm going to make you like it even more."
Kneeling up on the bed, Frank gripped Ella under her hips and gently pulled her into a kneeling position, bottom up, head down on the bed. For a little while, he fondled and patted her panty clad buttocks and thighs, then he very slowly pulled her panties down to the expanded tops of her dark, sheer nylons.
"I'm going to warm you up a little first, Ella," he told her as he wrapped his left arm around her waist and watched her plump bottom swaying in anticipation.
He spanked briskly, his hand moving from cheek to cheek, and although Ella whimpered, she didn't cry, and her bottom kept swaying and moving back to welcome each visit of the spanking hand with its stinging, stimulating warmth.
And then he stopped spanking and Ella gave a little moan as she felt his slightly rough cheek rubbing the cheeks of her rear. Turning then, he began kissing the silken rounds, whispering in a hoarse voice about their perfect shape and silken texture.
Ella was barely able to stifle a scream when she felt her buttocks being drawn apart and the tongue moving into the valley.
"Oh yes ... yes..." she panted. "Oh Christ ... lick me ... lick ... lick."
She couldn't control the jerking of her body as her behind rubbed back at his face, she didn't even try, didn't want to do anything but enjoy his bizarre oral ministrations between plump, tingling buttocks, a region where she had never dreamed of ever being kissed and licked.
He drew his mouth away, she heard him panting, then he was talking again in a deep, husky whisper.
"Here it comes now, Ella baby, something special for your sweet little pinky. Brace yourself, baby."
At the same moment, his face returned to the valley of her buttocks and he pulled her hard against his face. She did cry out as she felt his tongue pushing at the tight, pink ring of her anus.
Licking had been thrilling enough for her, but now he was curling his tongue and using it as a sexual organ as he forced it right into her anus. Her hands slapped on the bed, her big, silken bottom tried to sway, but his hands held her hips in an erotic imprisonment which did not permit her to move at all as the tonguing went on, driving her wild with lust.
Ella felt one hand move from the outside of her right thigh and into her crotch. A finger probed, found her clitoris, and began to rub it. She kept groaning and sighing, trying to let him know how good it felt, how aroused she was, yet unable to find or use words.
As orgasm began to sweep over her inexperienced young body, Ella buried her face into the bed to muffle the screams which tore from her throat. Through it all, Frank kept his mouth pressed between her buttocks, and his hand pressed warmly on her hot moist vulva.
When the last waves broke, he allowed her to collapse on the bed, her warm, pink buttocks still twitching as he stared hotly at the lovely young girl who was near collapse from her introduction to lust.
"Was it good, baby?" he asked intently, his mouth closed to her ear.
"Oh, Frank," she panted, "It was ... better than good. That was the first time for me. I never came before."
"You can as often as you want from now on, dear," he told her warmly. "Right now though, I'm going to have mine. You just he still."
"What are you going to do to me? You won't forget your promise will you?"
"Stop worrying, Ella," he told her, "or you'll spoil all your fun. I'm going to do something else you never even heard of. One second now, then I'll be ready."
Stripping her panties off her legs, Frank balled them up and, telling her to open her legs a little, he covered her vulva with them and pushed them partially inside.
"What are you doing that for?" she asked.
"I'm just making sure that nothing leaks where it shouldn't," he told her.
"Are you going to do it with your hand?" she asked, turning her face to look up at him.
"No, dear, I'm going to do it between the cheeks of your beautiful ass."
"On no," she gasped, "It's too big. Please don't stick it in there."
"That isn't what I mean, baby," he assured her. "Just lie still while I teach you a new game."
He felt her buttocks tensing, but wasn't bothered. He felt confident that she would relax once she found out what he was going to do to her. Would not only relax, but would probably enjoy it as well.
"This is a game I learned when I was just a kid of sixteen or so," he told her as he knelt astride her tightly closed legs. "The woman who taught it to me was in her forties and had a big, chubby behind."
She felt him partially lying on her, then felt her buttocks being parted and the big, long penis pressing between them lying in the cleavage.
"You mean you can do it that way?" Ella asked, puzzled.
"You'll find out when you feel that warm juice gushing," he assured her. "I'll just move down a little, like, uh, this. Now."
His weight pressed down on her, his strong thighs gripped hers, and she felt him go into action. He was rubbing up and down, his big penis trapped in the valley of her buttocks, making a vagina of it, moving back and forth strongly.
Ella liked it right from the start. To her, it offered all the joy of having sexual intercourse with a big man, and none of the danger. She heard his panting, labored breathing and it thrilled her, made her feel more woman than girl.
He had not been stroking for long, when she heard a grunt, felt his body tensing and trembling, and sensed that she was about to feel a man ejaculating between her buttocks. She wondered what it was going to feel like and sensed that she was going to like it. Frank pressed down harder then, the enlarged head of his penis right on her anus. With a series of little grunts, he began ejaculating, his warm semen squishing between her buttocks and forming a sticky bond between them.
"There now," he panted after he finished and his breath began a return to normal, "that wasn't so bad, was it, baby?"
"Ooh, it was wild," she whispered hotly.
Kneeling up over the girl then, Frank inserted a finger into the cleavage of her buttocks just behind her vulva, and drew it up slowly. In doing so, he brought a pool of semen into the gentle dip at the small of her back.
Using both hands, he brought it down to the mounds of her warm, silken buttocks and began to spread it over the globes with his hands.
"This is real skin lotion, Ella," he told her with a little chuckle. "They don't tell you about it in Ladies' Home Journal, but it's good for the skin. The old gal who broke me in had the silken ass of a teenager."
It all sounded very strange to the girl, but she was ready to believe anything the man told her. He had opened up a whole new world to her and she was ready to do anything he wanted.
Ella visited him almost daily after that, and it required less than a week before she submitted her bottom to him to be taken in a different manner.
This time, applying Vaseline both to his penis and her anus, he knelt behind her and, holding her tightly by the hips and thighs, slowly inserted the full length of his penis into her anus. She winced a little, but did not cry or protest in any way. Her freshly spanked buttocks were hot as he pulled them against his belly and held them there as he found her clitoris with a finger and began to stroke it.
Only after he brought her to orgasm did he began to stroke his penis in the act of anal intercourse. It felt both strange and pleasant, Ella decided, when he ejaculated deeply in her bowels, and she knew that she would allow him to do it that way any time he wanted to.
They maintained their relationship for more than a year, enjoying anal intercourse at every opportunity. Throughout that period, Frank never once attempted or suggested sexual intercourse.
And then, Ella's world exploded with the news that Frank was going to marry. He wanted to continue the relationship with Ella, but she felt betrayed and refused to see him again.
She resumed dating at school. On her first date, with a senior, Ella had him drive much farther away from the city than was usual. When they parked, her found a willing partner for some passionate petting.
Only when his hand reached for the crotch of her panties did Ella tell him how it was going to be. The young man blinked in surprise as she opened his fly and took his erect penis out to play with as she explained it to him.
He was still blinking when they moved into the back seat and Ella was twisted over onto his lap with her skirt up over her waist. Despite his shock, he was quick to take her panties down and feel her lush buttocks and thighs until she told him to start spanking her bare behind.
Ella laughed as she told him that his feeble efforts at spanking were a waste of time. Stung, the young man began to lay the spanks on in fine style, bringing color and heat to her nether cheeks. He stopped slapping when she began to cry, but Ella cursed as she told him to keep spanking.
Her bottom glowing and tingling, Ella got out of the car and stood beside it bending over, her skirt tossed over her back, her panties off. When the boy tried to probe her crotch, she ordered him to hurry and work his penis up her anus, and was not concerned about her choice of terminology.
As he completed penetration, the young man became more than interested. He assured her that it was great that way. When he felt her hot buttocks pressing back against him, he wrapped both arms around her and pulled her tightly against him as he told of how great it was and how anal intercourse was even better than the old fashioned way, as he termed sexual intercourse.
His penis safely buried in her anus, Ella allowed the young man access to her vagina with a finger. She had to guide him until he found her clitoris, then she had him rub it. She educated him well, and while he thrilled at ejaculating in the tight confinement inside her anus, she too enjoyed a strong orgasm.
Ella dated other boys and entertained them well, teaching them to do it her way. She was generous with her body while petting, encouraging the boys to fondle her thighs and to remove her bra in order to fondle and suck her breasts. She always surprised a new date when she reached into his pants and took his penis out.
A few boys tried to change plans in mid stream and have sexual intercourse, but none achieved it as Ella, more experienced in such matters than most of her dates, always retained control.
At twenty, Ella married one of the many young men with whom she had enjoyed anal intercourse. Through the first few days of the honeymoon, she was able to keep him content with spankings and anal intercourse, but he eventaully demanded a more conventional form of sexual intercourse.
Ella found it painful and unsatisfying. She refused to submit to it a second time. For a while, her husband remained patient, hoping that she would get over it and alternate methods so that both would be satisfied. He enjoyed anal intercourse, especially after having slapped her buttocks until they glowed hotly, but he wanted sexual intercourse as an alternative to add variety to the sexual fare.
When it became clear that she was not going to change, Ella agreed, after much protesting, to visit a psychiatrist with him. The doctor won her trust and confidence by assuring her that she was not abnormal or crazy, and gradually helped her find her way until she learned that by relaxing and allowing her husband to bring her to readiness through sexual foreplay, sexual intercourse could be every bit as satisfying as the anal variety.
The adjustment completed, Ella and her husband went on into a very happy marriage. They have three children, and frequently enjoy sexual intercourse during which Ella invariably enjoys orgasm.
Still, there are times, when the children are asleep, or they are alone, when her husband finds a reason to scold his naughty girl, take her panties down for a brisk spanking, then feel her warm buttocks pressing back against him as he performs anal intercourse with her while stroking her clitoris so that she shares climax with him.
All in all, Ella's is a happy story, if a strange one.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
Despite the liberalization of social attitudes toward various sexual acts and situations, incest, understandably, remains a dirty word, a forbidden act. And yet, it remains with us and always will unless and until there is some drastic change in the nature of mankind, a most un likely prospect in the foreseeable future.
Even the most liberal could list many reasons to reject incest, but it is not the purpose of this work to do so. Rather, our goal is to study things that happen, people involved, and, where possible, the motivations involved.
Circumstances is always a factor, and the circumstances which led to incest in the case of Grant, began when his father died. The boy was twelve years old at the time and had discovered masturbation a few months prior to that.
He was an only child, a younger sister having died in infancy, so that he and his thirty-five year old mother were brought even closer together in their tragic situation.
They had been close even prior to the husband's death, as he devoted much of his time to business and left his wife to handle the dual parental role.
Under the influence of his mother, Grant developed as a shy, gentle boy, a loner who had no friends and wanted none but his mother.
She was gentle and kind, other boys were rough and he always got hurt when he tried to play their games with them.
Actually, Hilda suffered more from the loss of her husband than did the boy. He still had his good friend, his mother, while she lost a sexual partner. The man had been a good lover who believed in variety and had introduced her to such pleasures as cunnilingus and fellatio, both of which she came to enjoy greatly.
She was still more than attractive enough to find other sex partners, but in her devotion to the boy, she refused to do so. He needed her, she felt, and would feel betrayed if she lavished her attention on another man.
After a few months of suffering the pangs of sexual hunger, Hilda turned to digital masturbation for a measure of relief. It did not provide a complete solution, but it helped, especially as she learned to compose highly erotic fantasies to accompany her acts of solitary sex.
At the same time, Grant too was leering to enjoy masturbation with sexual fantasies. For him, it was a little more difficult since he had never seen the body of a female and had to do a lot of guessing to fill in the blanks.
For time to time, he strove to increase his knowledge of female anatomy by staring at the thighs of a woman who sat with less than care. Expanded nylon tops, bare skin above, suspenders, and the less frequent glimpse of panty crotch were all wildly stimulating to the boy.
Almost equally so, were those opportunities to sneak a glance down the bodice of a woman's dress as she bent over. The thought of breasts fascinated him, some of them looked so big and soft looking. He longed to see naked breasts and to feel them with his hands.
What little he knew about sexual acts was confined to snatches of conversation overheard as older, more gregarious boys talked.
The paths of mother and son, sexually at least, continued to parallel and perhaps never would have converged, had it not been for another interference of circumstance.
It was a long Saturday evening and they had spent it watching television. Following her relatively new pattern, Hilda had consumed quite a bit of scotch, not enough to cause intoxication, but enough to intensify her sexual hunger.
The movie they had watched was a love story and Hilda found it easy to project it to the point where the hero and heroine went into the bedroom, stripped naked and engaged in erotic play to the point where the man's penis was stiff and throbbing as she pushed it into her mouth. At the same time, the man's face pressed between smooth, eager thighs to bring the woman to climax with a knowing mouth.
She knew she would masturbate in bed, and her thighs rubbed in anticipation. Still, Hilda forced herself to wait. Grant was still interested in television, and she never went to bed before the boy. Besides, there was a perverse joy in torturing herself with waiting, knowing as she did that before long, she would strip naked, lie in bed with her eyes closed and engage in a thrilling fantasy that would end in masturbation and orgasms.
Glancing toward her son, Hilda saw him turn his face away, guiltily. Looking down, she noticed that the hem of her dress had hiked up high and that she could see the top of both nylons. From where he was sitting, she sensed, he was able to see quite a lot more.
She was about to pull the garment down, but stopped as she realized that in doing so, she would be telling the boy that he had been caught peeping at her thighs and this would make him feel guilty and ashamed.
And then, to her surprise, she felt her arousal becoming much higher, more demanding. Getting up, she carried her glass to the kitchen to pour another drink.
In doing so, she felt her hands shaking and heard the neck of the bottle rattle on the glass. Her trembling, she knew, was not a result of drinking, but of burning, demanding passion.
As she returned to the other room, she saw the boy move his hand away from the front of his pants. He did it in such a way as to tell her that he had been feeling his penis through his clothes.
The realization dawned that he too was aroused and that later, when he went to his lonely bedroom, he would masturbate just as she intended. She was struck with a sense of pity for the boy. He was so young and inexperienced, he couldn't enjoy the erotic fantasies she did, couldn't really understand what his sexual desires were all about.
And because he had no father, no friends, his chances of learning were slim at best. She thought of his little penis stiff under the arm that pretended to be casual as it lay across his lap. What had begun as pity, nurtured along by passion and scotch, moved into another area.
He had a penis and it was stiff, if small. In a little while, he would be bare naked and he would take it in his hand and pull it until it ejaculated the warm, smooth cream she had not tasted in so long a time.
He wasn't happy though, a glimpse at his face told her that. like her, he was alone and lonely. What a thrill it would be for him to share a bed with a warm, naked woman, to feel the lips of a woman wrapping around his stiff little penis, to cry out in ecstasy as her greedy mouth drained his spurting semen.
Hilda knew she was losing control, but she couldn't stop herself.
Grant triggered the explosion as he jumped to his feet and almost ran from the room. His voice breaking, he told his mother he was going to bed. In his flight of panic, he even forgot to kiss her good night, something he never forgot.
For a moment, Hilda froze in her place, then, with a little cry of pity, she got to her feet and hurried after him. Although he had just gotten into his room, Grant was already partly undressed, his fingers flying in urgency to be naked.
"My poor baby," she cried out as she swept him into her arms and pulled him close to her, "is it very bad?" She felt the hard little lump against her leg and it gave her the answer.
"Oh mummy, mummy," he sobbed, then began to cry, his arms tightening around her, his wet face pressing between her full, warm breasts.
Gently, Hilda drew the boy down onto the bed with her, then, lying full length on it, she drew him close to her again and her hands rubbed him gently as he went on crying.
She felt him tremble as her hand moved along his body, then closed over the form of his erect penis.
"It's all right, dear," she consoled, her hand squeezing and releasing his penis alternately. "Don't cry, baby, mummy will help you."
The boy uttered a little cry of desperation, then both his hands closed over the mounds of her mature breasts. They were big and felt soft as he had guessed they would, more thrilling than he had been able to imagine.
"Go ahead, dear," she whispered hotly, her own arousal matching his, "feel them all you like. Was it looking at my legs that did it?"
"Yes, Mummy, I'm sorry," he sobbed.
"You don't have to be sorry, dear, I understand. I feel that way too, you know."
His hands moved away from her breasts and he looked into her eyes, a puzzled, shocked expression on his young face. "Do women feel that way too?" he asked.
"Of course they do, dear, and when they do, they masturbate just like you do."
"But ... but women don't have..." he paused, " ... birds like boys do, do they?"
"My poor baby, no they don't A woman has a slit there instead and she can masturbate by putting her finger in there and rubbing. I guess it feels pretty much the same in the end. Haven't you even seen a picture of a woman without clothes on?"
"No mummy."
She asked more questions and, in a flood of candor and relief, Grant told her all about how he looked at women and wanted to find a way to see through their clothes, how he tried at every chance to look up under their dresses, wanted to feel their thighs, to take his penis out then and there to masturbate.
"It's up to mummy to help you, dear," Hilda said as she got off the bed and stood beside it unfastening the back of her dress and smiling excitedly down at him.
"Mummy will take her dress and slip off, dear. I'm going to show you everything. You won't have to peek any more, you'll know what a woman looks like without clothes on."
Throwing her dress off, Hilda stood and looked at the gleam in the boy's eyes as he sat up and stared in wonder at the bulging cups of her black lace bra and the band of bare skin between it and the half slip she wore.
As she pushed the slip down over her firm, smooth hips and wide well rounded buttocks, Hilda saw his eyes widen, saw them move down to the expanded tops of her nylons, then come back up to her sheer panties. She turned to give him the rear view. As she did, she saw his reflection in the mirror and trembled with excitement.
"Take all your clothes off, dear," she said warmly, "then Mummy will come to bed with you and we'll both have a wonderful time."
She was prepared to cope with nervousness and fear, but there was no sign of that as the boy leaped from the bed and almost tore his clothes off. He did not even hesitate to pull his shorts down and bare his small but fully erect penis, in fact, there was a look of masculine pride on his face as he saw Hilda's eyes fasten onto it.
"Is it a good one, Mummy?" he asked.
"It's a very good one, dear," she told him as she took it into her hands and squeezed it, "and Mummy is going to make it feel very good."
"Oh yes, Mummy, please."
When she took him into her arms, the contact of skin on skin heightened the passion of their embrace. He pressed his face into the valley between the big breasts which bulged above the top of low cut bra cups. He inhaled the delicate fragrance of woman, and thrilled at the silken feel of the warm globes.
At Hilda's suggestion, he began to explore her body with his hands. She knew he wanted to see her nude, but decided it would be more exciting for both of them to have him fondle her body through her bra and panties for a while first.
As he played with her strong, firm, well fleshed body, he told of how he had often tried to imagine what a woman would look like in bra and panties, how he liked to look at pictures of women dressed that way when he masturbated.
After a little while, she took his hands away from her and sat on the edge of the bed with her knees wide apart. She felt another series of strong tremors as she watched his eyes move up her thighs to stare at the narrow strip of nylon in her crotch, and the curled tendrils of pubic hair which peeked around the edges of the fabric.
"Do you want me to take my bra off now and let you see them?" she asked warmly, her hands holding the bulging cups from below.
"Oh yes, Mummy, I've always wanted to see a bare naked pair of them."
"All right, dear, you kneel between my legs so you'll be nice and close."
Reaching behind her back, Hilda unfastened the catches of her bra, then slowly pulled the straps off her arms, holding the cups in place as she did.
"Oh Mummy," he gasped as she pulled the cups away and bared a generously formed and reasonably firm pair of pink tipped breasts to the boy's excited eyes.
Picking them up from below, Hilda made them jiggle and dance for him, then pressed them close together before moving them wide apart again.
"Come, dear," she told, "feel them all you like."
She removed her hands from them, and his hurriedly took their place. Grant clutched, rubbed, squeezed and dug his fingers into the big fleshy mounds for a long time, and was still doing so when Hilda, sighing deeply, put a hand behind his head, bent a little, and carried a breast to his mouth. The boy's mouth opened wide, and she filled it with warm, silken breast. Without being told, he began to suck it.
When both her breasts had been sucked until they felt raw and deliciously sore, Hilda pushed him away and knelt up on the bed, her knees wide apart. She showed him how to he on his back with his face between her legs so that he could admire and feel her panties at the same time.
"Oh Mummy," he cried out with enthusiasm, "This is so wonderful ... you're so pretty ... everything feels so nice...."
"Yes, baby, yes," she panted. "Feel Mummy's panties all over. Rub and feel and squeeze. Make Mummy's panties nice and wet. Ooh, that's the way."
Grant didn't understand what she mean about making her panties wet, but as he stroked the narrow strip of nylon between her thighs, he found out. As he raised his face a little, he discovered an odor of musk that was new to him, new and terribly exciting.
Drawn to it as though by magnetism, he brought his face up, his hands gripping her firm thighs, until he was able to press his mouth and nose to the moist nylon. Her little groan of passion told the boy he was doing the right thing.
"Pull Mummy's panties down now dear," she told him in an urgent whisper, "and you can have a good look between her legs. See what a woman's crotch looks like, darling, it's all nice and hot and ready."
Hilda felt the trembling fingers reach for the waistband of the nylon panties, then realized that with her legs so widely parted, it would be difficult for him to take them down. Quickly, she swung and leg over him so that she knelt beside rather than astride him, long, lusciously curved legs and thighs closer together.
As he began to pull the panties down, he gazed at the cleavage of her buttocks as it came into view, and pressed his mouth wetly into the top of the valley in a kiss of adoration. Her big bottom swayed in arousal and the panties resumed their journey downward until her buttocks were completely bare and the panties rested at her bent knees.
His hands went to the fleshy mounds of her bottom and young Grant went wild with lust. She couldn't keep her behind still, didn't try, until, anxious to get rid of the confining panties which hobbled her knees, she threw herself over, stripped them over her feet and threw her legs wide apart to bare her crotch to the boy who trembled and looked as though he was going into a state of shock.
"There it is, darling, there it is," she panted, her wide bottom jerking up off the bed. "Now you can really see what it looks like."
Not content with seeing, Grant felt it as well, rubbed her hot, moist vulva with a trembling hand, then began to probe the hotter, moist interior, gasping and panting as he did.
Pulling the boy into her arms, Hilda told him in erotic whispers about cunnilingus and how much women loved it. She told him as well, about fellation and how much more exciting than masturbation it could be for a boy or a man.
Grant was eager as she guided him into position and threw her head back with a loud cry as he fitted his young mouth to her warm vulva. She gasped a few more instructions, then lay groaning and writhing as the boy used his mouth and tongue greedily until orgasm rocked her hungry body and caused her to scream in ecstasy.
It required a little time for her to recover, then she rolled the boy over and brought his penis into her mouth. In his excitement at having fellatio performed on him, the boy gasped and slapped his mother's big, smooth buttocks until they were red and hot to the touch.
She was saved from a much longer spanking by the fact that his extreme arousal caused him to ejaculate quickly. He groaned as she kept his penis in her mouth, kept swallowing until he had nothing more to give.
Later, as they lay on the bed talking and fondling each other, Hilda allowed her son to detach her nylons from the suspenders and roll them down her legs. He loved the task and did it with a gentle touch. While he did it, Hilda, aware of his love of lingerie, told the boy that in future, she would allow him to rinse out her panties and nylons for her, and that from time to time, she would allow him to wear garter belt, nylons and panties around the house.
She kept her word the following day by buying him a supply of dainty garments. Grant loved the feel of nylon and learned to walk in a definitely feminine manner. High heeled pumps helped a lot in that.
Grant couldn't understand that his mother wouldn't allow him into her bed, but they made incestuous love everywhere else in the house. He loved to see her in bra and panties, with sheer nylons caressing her long legs, and in the evenings, with the drapes drawn carefully, she dressed the way he liked her.
At his request, Hilda wore her panties for days at a time so that they were strong with the odor of woman when he pressed his face between her thighs at the commencement of one of their evening play sessions.
A few times, he tried to talk his mother into allowing him to have sexual intercourse with her, but she refused firmly telling him that it was incest and a terrible thing. In time, he stopped trying, being content with their games, including cunnilingus and fellatio.
As the boy developed, physically and emotionally, he became an even better lover than her husband had been and she never tired of telling him how good he was.
The penis that had been so small in her mouth the first time, grew along with him until she had stretch her jaws to contain the swollen head of it for fellatio. She took good care of her body too, so that advancing age has brought no serious deterioration to it.
Grant is now a young man of twenty-three and their love affair remains as strong and as thrilling to both as it was at the outset.
Wrong? Of course. Hilda introduced her son to a specific sex pattern long before he was ready for it, left him no choice in the direction of his life.
Still, other mothers have destroyed other sons in many varied ways. If there is consolation to be found in this case history, it must be in the fact that whatever has happened to mother and son as a result of her seduction of him into the arts of oral sex, both are happy.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
In studies of lesbianism contained in other volumes in this series, we have seen how the husband who sexually neglects the needs of his wife, frequently pushes her into lesbianism.
While readily admitting that other factors apply, I refuse to soft pedal this factor. My files bulge with case histories of normal wives who became easy prey for the predatory lesbian in search of a partner after her husband had convinced her that a happy sexual adjustment was not for her.
Usually, this comes about because the husband is too busy with the pursuit of his career, or for other reasons, neglects his wife's sexual needs. But there are other reasons which, as we shall see in this case history, lead to the same end result.
Jennifer was a reasonably typical young woman when, at the age of twenty-two, she married Ed. She had high school and secretarial training, had worked for four years, had enjoyed a few sexual affairs since the age of eighteen, and was ready to be a good wife and mother.
Ed, her husband, had a few problems which he had not discussed with his bride. The only son in a family which included four older sisters, he experienced terrible insecurity sexually. He saw girls as being superior creatures to whom his father and he were subservient.
At home, his mother had ruled the roost. His older sisters took the lead from their mother and dominated father and brother with ease.
Perhaps the one major incident in his early formative years took place when he was thirteen. He had been at the beach with two of his older sisters when they went up to the bushes laughing and giggling. Following them, he hid behind what he thought was a safe screen of bush and watched as they lowered their bathing suits to urinate.
His heart pounded and his penis stiffened as he stared at the smooth, bare bottoms of the girls. Since the suits they wore were one piece affairs, it meant that the fifteen and seventeen year old girls were, in effect naked.
As they stood, his eyes fastened on the beautifully developed breasts of the seventeen year old. He was so moved by the beauty of her relatively mature body that he pushed his trunks down and took his erect penis in his hand.
His proposed masturbation was interrupted as they pulled their suits back into place and, he thought, started back down the bath to the beach. One can well imagine his shock as they stepped out of the brush from behind and caught him in the act of masturbating.
After they had scolded him for spying on them while they were unclothed, the older girl sat on a stump and, under the threat of telling their mother what he had done, ordered him to lie over her lap for a spanking.
As he squirmed on her smooth thighs, crying and pleading for mercy, she spanked his bare bottom until it felt on fire. When she did finally stop, it was only to give her seat to their sister who proceeded to spank the poor boy just as severely as she had done.
But still his troubles were not over. Taunting him, they ordered him to take his trunks right off. When he resisted, they overpowered him and did the job for him.
When the older sister ordered him to masturbate for their entertainment, he pleaded that he couldn't because his penis was no longer erect. Telling him that she would fix that, she took her bathing suit off and posed in various positions for him. The other sister quickly followed suit.
As their anger passed, they urged the boy on until he achieved another erection and, with both girls watching, he masturbated until he ejaculated strongly into the bushes.
That was only the beginning. His older sister, thrilled at her power over him, would often take him into her room, strip naked for him and order him to masturbate. She never allowed him to touch her in any way, thus making it clear that she was the mistress, he the slave to her femininity.
But for all of that, Ed was always eager to stand before his beautiful naked sister and masturbate.
Delighting in her hold over her brother, she continued her domination of him even after she married, often calling the young man to her apartment when her husband was away and having him masturbate as she stood naked before him telling him in detail of the various sexual acts she enjoyed with her husband.
Between sessions with his sister, Ed would hate himself and promise to find the strength to resist her. At the age of twenty, he made the all too common mistake of thinking that marriage would be the cure.
His bride was Jennifer, a beautiful eighteen year old virgin. When they went to the bedroom on the night of their wedding, Ed quickly stripped naked and his bride saw his erect penis. There was fear in her, but there was anticipation too as she prepared to make the transition from girlish virgin to mature woman and wife.
Ed insisted that she strip naked slowly while he sat watching. When her dress and slip had been removed, he stood and took his big penis in his hand. Jennifer trembled with nervousness as she took her bra off. When Ed discovered that her breasts were bigger and even more beautiful than his sister's, he couldn't resist the urge to begin manipulating his throbbing penis with his hand.
When Jennifer hesitated, he told her to take her panties off. It was a strange wedding night performance, Jennifer thought, but she was not experienced enough in sexual matters to argue or protest. Perhaps what he was doing was a natural thing, she thought, a way of getting a man's penis ready for sexual intercourse.
As Jennifer stepped out of her panties, Ed barely looked at her body, nude except for the frilly garter belt, before telling her to he on the bed on her back.
"But darling," she began shyly, "shouldn't we do other things like kissing and that?"
"Later," he panted, "I gotta do something first."
With tears in her eyes and fear in her heart, Jennifer did as he told her, lying with her long, shapely legs pressed tightly together.
Sweating profusely, her husband got onto the bed and knelt astride her legs. Groaning with arousal, his whole body trembling, he began to masturbate with slow, long strokes, pulling his foreskin all the way back to bare the enlarged head, then drawing it all the way ahead to cover it again.
Jennifer knew about masturbation, but considered that it was a thing for little boys, not for married men. Still, the look on her husband's face, the throbbing of his penis, told her that he was not just preparing for sexual intercourse, that he really was going to ejaculate with his penis in his hand.
Only then did she realize that when he did, his semen would undoubtedly splatter her.
With that, she tried to get up, but his knees clamped around her legs tightly and held her imprisoned. She had fought into an almost seated position when she heard the animal growls from his throat, and felt warm fluid hitting her breasts and tummy.
With a cry, she fell back on the bed as he completed his ejaculation all over the front of her body. As the last drops dribbled onto her silken skin, he began rubbing his product over her from her breasts to her mons veneris, using both hands to do it, and continuing to utter strange, frightening sounds.
When the front of her body had been smeared sticky with his semen, Ed rolled her over and began massaging her buttocks, his hands still wet and sticky.
While Jennifer lay crying in cold, sticky discomfort, she heard her husband get off the bed and light a cigarette. Turning her head a little, she looked into the mirror and, through her tears, was able to see the reflection of him standing beside the bed holding his spent penis and looking down at her, his eyes wide and wild looking.
With a sick sensation in the pit of her stomach, Jennifer told herself she had married a sick man. The bed was no longer a bed at all, it was a dank, dark dungeon and she was locked in it with that depraved creature who stood beside the bed looking down at her nude, soiled body.
When she could find the strength, Jennifer got up without a word and walked uncomfortably to the bathroom. Turning on the shower and adjusting it until it was too hot for comfort, she stepped into the steaming spray.
Only then did she realize that she still wore her garter belt and nylons and that the frilly band around her tummy was sticky with semen. Fighting back the nausea which swept over her, she took it off and dropped it into the garbage can.
Over and over again she soaped, scrubbed and rinsed her body, but still the remembered ugliness would not go away. At last, her nylons falling in a soggy mass around her ankles, she stepped out of the shower.
As she toweled her body dry, she realized that no amount of showers would make her feel clean. Hoping that her husband would have been overcome by shame and would be gone, she returned to the bedroom to find him sitting with a glass in his hand and dreamy expression on his face.
"Wasn't that something?" he asked eagerly.
Unable to answer, Jennifer only shook her head in a pained negative response.
"Aw, don't look like that," he urged. "Just give it a chance and you'll learn to like it as much as my sister."
Hearing that he did such things with his own sister caused a new wave of nausea to sweep over her. Although Jennifer was not a drinker, she poured herself a half glass of whiskey and sipped it straight, hoping it would either give her strength or knock her out so that she could escape in that way.
After a little while, Jennifer tried to reason with her husband, telling him how repulsive she found the act, and how willing she was to offer him her body in sexual intercourse.
His reply indicated that anything people enjoyed was normal sex and that she was being old fashioned and straight laced in her attitude. Jennifer was sure she was right ad he was wrong, but she saw that argument would achieve nothing.
Trying to gain an understanding of him, she asked many questions and learned about his affair with his sister, and that not only had he never tried sexual intercourse, but he had never touched his naked sister when he masturbated.
In the course of their conversation, Jennifer grasped at the hope that if she could get him to have sexual intercourse with her he might enjoy it, that she could make him forget about masturbation.
It was close to midnight when Jennifer saw that her husband was getting another erection as his eyes moved over her body. Hurrying to sit on the bed beside him, she slipped an arm around his waist and felt him tense at the touch.
"It's getting nice and hard, darling," she told him, forcing herself to wrap a warm hand around the stiffening shaft of his penis. "Take me to bed and give it to me. Play with me, feel me up all over, then stick it in me and ride my belly."
Jennifer knew there would be pain in the rupturing of her hymen, but pain seemed easy compared to having her husband masturbate on her as he had done earlier, it was a pain she was anxious to experience.
"I don't know," Ed whimpered. "I don't know if I can do it that way."
"Of course you can, darling," she urged, her hand squeezing hard, "all men do. Once you try it, I'll bet you'll want to do it to me all the time."
Opening her legs, Jennifer took his hand and guided it to a silken smooth inner thigh where she moved it around, close to the warmth of her crotch.
"Doesn't it feel nice to touch a woman there, darling? Move your hand up and feel my pussy. Feel how warm and soft it is. It's just waiting for you to stick your nice big (penis) in and give me a sweet (sexual intercourse.)"
It wasn't the type of language that came easily to Jennifer, but these were strange circumstances and she hoped her approach would be the kind of therapy that would work. When she pressed his hand to her vulva, she felt it try to escape, then he stopped resisting and left the hand there but only in passive surrender.
Discovering then that his penis was less hard, she threw herself down on her back, opened her legs wide and cried out for him to get on her and give her what she wanted.
Jennifer saw him tense, then look into her crotch and move toward her, penis in hand. Her heart pounded with excitement.
And then her heart seemed to freeze as she felt the soft, lifeless penis press against her. Despite her inexperience, she knew that all hardness had left, that they would not be able to have sexual intercourse.
With a little cry, her husband threw himself off the bed and ran into the bathroom leaving the door open. Through the mirror, Jennifer saw him standing beside the toilet, saw his penis come to life in his hand as he began masturbating. He ejaculated strongly into the toilet, his body jerking and trembling, the same animal sounds she had heard earlier, breaking from his throat.
When he returned to the bed, she saw tears in his eyes. They turned their backs to each other without talking. Later, Jennifer heard him snoring.
Ed didn't resist when, the following morning, Jennifer wanted to terminate the honeymoon and return to the city where their apartment was ready for occupancy. The only hope she saw was psychiatric help for her husband. Without that, she told herself, their marriage would be a disaster that would have to be ended in divorce.
They talked little during the long drive back to the city, and Jennifer didn't mention her plan to have him discuss his problem with a doctor. When she did mention it, after they reached the apartment and sat with drinks, she ran into a stonewall.
"I don't have any problem," he insisted. "People get their kicks in all kinds of ways. Not everybody enjoys (sexual intercourse). "
But still Jennifer didn't give up. Professional help for her husband was her only hope, she told herself she would have to keep on trying.
That evening, Ed asked her to strip and let him masturbate on her again. She told him she loved him, but couldn't submit to his strange desire again, that she would be sick all over the bed.
He persisted, and at last they worked out a compromise. They would neck and play with each other for a while, then he would try to have sexual intercourse with her. If it didn't work, he would masturbate, but would not ejaculate on her.
Going into the bedroom, they both stripped naked and got into bed. He was passionate as they necked, and even fondled her breasts, buttocks and vulva without being forced. Again, Jennifer felt hope building, but she warned herself at the same time not to get too confident.
When she pushed a warm, firm breast into his mouth, he took it willingly and sucked on it until she squirmed in passion. He moved over her and did the same to the other breast, causing the pink nipple to harden and elongate.
His hands remained busy with her, and Jennifer knew she was ready and that, more important, his penis was stiff and throbbing.
"Give it to me lover," she whispered as she opened her legs wide and looked at him through eyes moist with love and desire.
Jennifer sensed that he too was sexually aroused, enough, she hoped, to overcome his problem and do what she wanted him to do, no matter how much it hurt her.
She felt his strong penis pressing against the softness of her vulva and urged him on, her hands rubbing his strong body, feeling perspiration under her hands and telling herself that this was the way it should be.
And then, her dream was shattered as she felt the penis going soft again. She knew he was trying when he began to push in desperation, trying to get his penis into her. In a matter of seconds, both knew that it was a failure again.
For a little while, they lay silently on the bed, then he asked her to stand up. With a shrug of resignation, she did so. He had kept his part of the bargain by trying, she would do her part by watching him masturbate.
Picking up her panties from the chair, he held them in his left hand and began to rub his penis. It stiffened at once and he began to masturbate, his eyes moving all over her naked body. Her perspiration had turned cold, but he couldn't know that.
She heard the sounds, then saw his semen spurting into her panties as he twitched and jerked in his solitary ecstasy. She asked if she could go to bed then and he nodded. When he stood with the soiled panties in his hand as though not knowing where to put them or what to do with them, she told him to throw them in the garbage.
The pattern remained much the same over the next few weeks. Each time Ed tried to have sexual intercourse with his wife, it ended with a pair of her semen stained panties being thrown away. Each time, they entered the experiment with less and less hope.
Jennifer managed to contain her tears while her husband was at home, but when he was away at work during the day, she cried a lot. No matter how she tried, he would not agree to seek the help she knew he needed.
And then one morning, one of her crying bouts was interrupted by a knock on the apartment door. Drying her eyes as best she could, Jennifer opened the door and saw an attractive, sophisticated looking woman smiling at her. The woman appeared to be in her mid-thirties, and radiated warmth.
"Good morning," she greeted Jennifer, "I'm your neighbor in the next apartment. May I come in?"
Thankful to have someone to talk to, Jennifer invited the woman in and waved her to a seat.
"You may throw me out if you wish, dear," the woman began at once, "but I've heard you crying too often. I know you're in some kind of trouble and I want to help you. Care to talk?"
At first Jennifer didn't, then she broke down and began to cry again. Instantly, the woman was sitting on the couch beside her, her arm holding her so that Jennifer's tears covered the front of her guest's dress where it bulged to show the outline of boldly jutting breasts.
After Jennifer had cried herself out, she heard her voice telling the woman the whole story of her disastrous marriage in full detail. Gently, carefully, the woman drew her out with probing questions which revealed the full story of Jennifer's life, including the fact of her virginity and sexual hunger.
The woman, Karen, spoke lowly in a husky, almost masculine tone. She held the young bride close, her hand stroking her smooth back and arm from time to time as she strove to console her with both words and touches, touches more exciting than those she received from her husband only when she asked for them.
And then, gradually, the touches changed. From her arm, the hand moved confidently to fondle a breast. At the same time, another hand stroked her thigh. Before Jennifer could realize what was happening she was being consumed by an overpowering passion while in the arms of another woman.
She tried to tell herself it was all wrong, tried to find the strength to make the woman stop, but she couldn't. She felt her face being turned, and could only manage to utter a small groan as full, moist lips pressed down onto hers and she felt herself being pushed down onto the couch.
"You need to be loved, darling," Karen whispered into her ear. "That beautiful young body of yours is screaming for it. Relax my little angel and I'll make you feel better than you've ever felt."
As Jennifer looked up at the woman, her eyes open for the first time in some minutes, she looked directly at the overflowing cups of a bra. Karen had opened her dress and pulled it down to her waist.
She was well fleshed, Jennifer saw, and her body was firm and flawless. Never before had she seen an erotic beauty in the body of another woman, but now she was lost in a swirling maelstrom of lust.
Karen's dress had fallen away to display a stunningly beautiful body only teasingly covered by skimpy black bra and panties, long lovely legs caressed by sheer nylons. Between passionate kisses, Jennifer felt her own clothes vanishing, felt her body lifting and turning to help the woman undress her.
As her bra fell away she felt hands claiming her breasts and fondling them as whispered words of beauty intoxicated her. There was little cry of passion which Jennifer barely recognized as coming from her, when the warm mouth closed over the tip of one breast and began to suck.
Jennifer was rocketed into churning lust and did not realize what was happening until she felt her panties being pulled down her legs. Except for her garter belt and nylons she was stark naked in the erotic embrace of the cunning lesbian.
She felt hands firmly yet gently parting her more than willing thighs, felt her body jerking with passion, heard her groans, loud in the silence of the room. A hand found the hot sensitivity of her vulva, parted the soft lips and explored while the woman crooned soft words of beauty and love and lust.
Karen moved down on the bed, turned Jennifer easily, then, with a cry of her own, buried her lovely face in Jennifer's jerking crotch as she began sucking and licking.
Jennifer had dreamed too often of how it would feel to have a big penis in her vagina, but as she felt the woman's tongue playing that role, she knew that a penis couldn't possibly be any better, could not possibly thrill her as the woman's tongue and mouth were thrilling her.
Jennifer couldn't keep her body from jerking and trembling as the invading tongue licked and probed, driving her insane with a passion such as she had never known or even imagined. Strong hands held her in a firm loving grip while the maddeningly exciting mouth sucked and the delightfully rough tongue rubbed her raw clitoris.
The ecstasy she felt was so great that it bordered on physical pain, and yet Jennifer would have screamed in frustration if Karen dared to stop. But there was obviously no danger of that and the woman made that very clear as she lapped with greater and greater intensity.
Feeling a sensational explosion building up all through her body and demanding release, Jennifer clapped both hands over her mouth and screamed into them as the woman's hands tightened on her as her tongue licked her into orgasm.
Until that moment, orgasm was only something Jennifer had heard and read about. It rocked and threatened to explode her body into a shower of fleshy fragments.
As the rockets stopped exploding and her body stopped jerking, Jennifer realized that she was being held in a tight, comforting embrace by the beautiful strong woman. She felt a film of warm perspiration covering her body and didn't know whether it was hers, Karen's, or, more likely, a blend of both.
"Now isn't that better?" Karen whispered, a trace of laughter in her warm voice.
Jennifer agreed that it was better and then some, better by far than anything she had ever experienced.
"But," she appended, a frown clouding her face, "I enjoyed it so much. Does that mean I'm a ... a lesbian?"
"Only very narrow minded people believe in labels, darling," Karen told her. "Would you rather do it your husband's way? What kind of a label would you wear then?"
"Oh God, don't even mention him. Everything here is so lovely I don't even want to think of him. I don't ever want to see him again."
"That's better, Jennifer," Karen said with a smile as she got off the couch and reached behind her to unhook her bra and spill out her massive melon breasts. Despite their size, they sagged only a little and were still beautiful to behold, Jennifer saw.
"They're beautiful, Karen," she sighed as the woman caught them from below and held them up and out for examination. "How big they are and how nice and firm they look."
"Thanks, baby," the woman grinned as she released her grip on them and bent to push her sheer, black nylon panties down. "I'll give you a chance to find out how firm they are as soon as I get out of these panties and let some air in to cool off those fires burning in my crotch."
"Do ... do you want me to do the same to you?" Jennifer asked as she watched the panties moving down the big, firm thighs. "Is that why you're stripping?"
"I'm stripping because I want to be naked with you, honey. In a little while, we'll talk about it and you can decide whether you want to do it or not."
"I'll want to," Jennifer told her as she kicked the panties off her right foot and returned to the couch. "I have to know what it's like."
As Karen sat on the couch, Jennifer reached for the luscious big breasts and found them much firmer than she had expected. In a matter of seconds, she had both nipples fully aroused and gasped as she saw the length and thickness of them. Bending, she began sucking as the woman took her turn to writhe and groan in passion.
Her head spinning, heart pounding, Jennifer couldn't believe that she could be so thrilled at ministering sexually to the naked body of another woman, and yet, she had to believe it.
Jennifer moved her hands and her lips slowly down over the trim, smooth waist of the woman, over the gentle slope of belly, then began fondling thighs and buttocks. Karen's thighs opened, her knees bent and raised, and as she moved farther down, Jennifer, for the first time in her life stared into the crotch of a naked woman. As she did, her face brushing the silken thighs, she caught a hauntingly faint odor of musk. She inhaled deeply, felt a cry building in her throat, and muffled the sound as she pressed her open mouth to the hot moisture of the waiting vulva.
She heard a cry and felt the hot, wet crotch jerk up against her face. In instinctive response, Jennifer pressed down with her mouth and forced the big buttocks back onto the couch as she drove her tongue into the moist orifice.
As she began licking, her tongue deep inside, she felt Karen lift her firm buttocks from the couch. Instantly, she pushed both her hands under them and gripped the firm flesh strongly.
Only then did Jennifer remember that in performing cunnilingus so excitingly on her, Karen had made a point of licking her clitoris until it had become so sensitized that it made her scream. Her tongue went in search of it and found it quickly. The move was rewarded by a loud cry from the aroused woman under her sweating body.
Jennifer heard a different sound then, and as she listened, she was amazed to find that it came from her. As she sucked and licked, she was maldng little humming sounds. She went right on doing it as Karen contributed sounds of her own to the duet of lesbian lust that was being sung and played.
When Karen went into strong orgasm complete with kicking and an anguished sounding wail, Jennifer actually shared the feeling in her belly and loins as though she too were achieving climax.
After they had rested a while, Jennifer poured drinks and they sat naked talking. Karen told her that she was a divorcee and that she had received an excellent settlement from her wealthy former husband and that it was invested to provide a comfortable income.
In the course of their chat, they agreed that Jennifer would leave her husband and have the marriage dissolved. As soon as possible, they would rent an apartment together and enjoy a life of lesbian love with, as Karen put it naughtily, (cunnilingus) before breakfast every morning, before sleep every night, and any other time they felt like it.
As both women felt passion being rekindled, Karen told her new lover of the joys of mutual cunnilingus. More than anxious to try it, Jennifer led the way to the bedroom where they fell onto the wide bed that had been intended for a different kind of love when Jennifer bought it.
They teased each other by playing and building desire to a burning peak, then Karen guided the younger woman into position and each fitted her mouth to the vulva of the other, each sent a tongue into the churning, moist heat.
Although Ed was broken hearted, he agreed not to resist the application for dissolution of the marriage. He went one step farther by committing suicide. Jennifer was shocked on hearing of the death of her husband, but with help from Karen, she saw that she had done all in her power to help him and that he was a misfit who never could have been happy.
Jennifer and Karen have been living together for more than two years now, and both are delighted with their life. Jennifer rarely thinks of her late husband, and when she does, there is no sense of guilt or shame at all.
Laughingly, she refers to herself as a virgin widow.
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CASE HISTORY SIX
Lisa sat alone in her room, her homework pushed aside as she listened to what her friend had to tell over the phone. Her friend Madge was just sixteen, a few months younger than she, and the tale she was telling would have shocked many a woman twice their age.
Minutes before, she had answered the phone and heard the voice of an unknown caller who got his kicks out of talking sex to strange females by telephone.
Madge had proved to be the ideal telephone partner for him since she was not only female, but young and excitable, and rather than hanging up as most women do in such cases, she stayed on the line and encouraged him to talk.
"He wants to call me again tomorrow," she went on, her voice ringing with excitement, "but mom will be home and I can't take a chance on letting her catch me."
"Oh Madge," Lisa almost groaned, "I hope he does call."
"You do? Do you want me to get killed? I haven't tasted the sting of daddy's belt for a couple of years now, I don't want to get back to that."
"That isn't what I mean, silly," Lisa cut in, a note of irritation in her tone. "I'm alone at home every afternoon. You could give him my number."
By the time Lisa hung up the phone, it was agreed that when and if the man phoned back, Madge would provide him with Lisa's number and would let him know that she was alone from after school until five-thirty.
The next afternoon, Lisa rushed home from school after warning her friend to stay close to the phone. Hurrying to her room, she opened her books, tried to study, then pushed them aside and sat looking at her phone, a sixteenth birthday gift from her parents.
When it did ring, her hand froze as she went to reach for it. If it was just one of her friends, she thought, she would probably scream with frustration.
"Hello, Lisa?" she heard the strong male voice ask.
"Yes. Who is this?"
"Just a friend who-likes to chat with pretty girls. Madge gave me your number and said you might like to have a chat with me."
"Maybe I would," she said, trying to keep her voice calm. "What would you like to talk about?"
"I think sex is an interesting subject," he replied. "We could talk about that."
"I don't know too much about it," Lisa answered. "I guess you would have to do most of the talking."
"I wouldn't mind that, Lisa. I know quite a bit about sex and I love to talk about it. Haven't you ever let a boy get into your pretty little panties?"
"No. Lots of guys try, but I make them stop at the top of my nylons. I like to get them worked up, but that's all. I won't go all the way."
"I'll bet you're a real tease, Lisa. I'd love to have my hand on the stretchy top of your nylon. Do you wear long ones that go almost up to your panties?"
He asked many questions about her tastes in lingerie, the dimensions of her body, the things that excited her sexually, and Lisa answered them all, then told him she would rather hear about the things he enjoyed.
"I enjoy lots of things," he told her, his voice laden with passion. "I have both my wife and her young sister to look after. By look after, I mean I have to give them plenty of (sexual intercourse and cunnilingus) and my special treatment."
"What's your special treatment?" Lisa asked, excitement growing.
"I'm a ass man."
"You are? What does that mean?"
"It means that the most important part of a woman, to me, is her nice round ass. I like to take a woman's panties down slowly, see her pretty ass a little at a time, then play with it with both hands until she gets nice and horny."
"Then what?"
"Then I take her over my lap and spank her pretty ass cheeks until they get hot and red. I love to see red ass cheeks and feel the heat of them."
"Does your wife let you spank her like that?"
"She loves it and so does her sister. I spank both of them often. They really cry, but they both love it. Lots of gals love a good spanking, the heat from their bums goes right between their legs and makes them horny."
"That's your special treatment?" Lisa asked, a little disappointed.
"That's only the beginning. You stand up and pull your panties down and I'll tell you the rest."
Fascinated by the suggestion of talking with a strange man with her panties down, Lisa stood and quickly did as he asked. After she had done it, he asked her to rub the mouthpiece of the phone between her thighs and over her buttocks. Again she followed instructions.
When she reported that she had done it, he told her that he was bare naked and told her to listen while he slapped the phone with his erect penis. Lisa heard a thumping and tried to imagine how it must look to see a man doing that.
"Tell me about your special thing," she urged when he returned to the phone.
"I will if you'll promise to keep one hand busy on your pretty little (vulva) and your nice round ass. Will you?"
"Yes, tell me about it. I have my left hand right between my legs now."
"All right. Well, after I spank a pretty ass, I lay the woman on a bed on her tummy and play with her hot cheeks for a little while. When she starts to squirm again, I get right down and lick her cheeks all over, then I pull her up on her knees, pull the cheeks of her ass apart and really lick in between."
"Is that true?" Lisa asked, fascinated.
"Sure, that's really kicks. I never met a woman yet who didn't love getting a tongue there. I curl my tongue and push it right up. Sometimes I get both of them on the bed with their red bums arched, then I work on both of them at the same time."
"What do you do to them after that?"
"I stand behind one of them and slip my (penis) slowly up her (vagina). "
He went on to give a detailed description of how he moved from one woman to the other performing sexual intercourse until both climaxed a number of times, then the winner received his ejaculation.
A more mature person would have spotted the man as an exhibitionist with a vivid imagination, but Lisa believed every word. The employment of the buttocks for sexual purposes came as a distinct surprise to her and she asked other questions about it.
"You have your little panties down," he told her at one point, "give yourself some sharp spanks and see how nice it feels."
Putting the phone down, Lisa held her skirt up to her waist, and bending a little, gave herself a shower of brisk spanks. To her surprise it felt exciting, and the pleasant sensation continued in the form of an invigorating tingle after she stopped.
"I told you," he commented when she described the sensation to him. "It's something you can do when you're alone and want kicks. When you get used to it, you'll use all kinds of things to beat yourself with, things like hair brushes, slippers, leather belts, switches, you'll see. Give yourself another spanking and I'll play with my (penis) while I listen."
Again, Lisa held her skirt up and spanked herself with her hand. When she returned to the phone, she was just in time to hear him announce in a shaking voice that he was going to ejaculate. For a little while, there was the sound of labored breathing, a few grunts and groans, then a deep sigh. He hung up without warning and Lisa was suddenly alone.
Her passions wildly aroused, she stripped naked and, with her arched posterior facing the mirror on her dresser, she gave herself a sound spanking. While her bottom was still tingling from the brisk spanks, she brought herself to orgasm by digital masturbation, her mind filled with exciting memories from the conversation with the man.
The next day, she brought Madge home with her after school. Lisa had told her friend all about the things the man had told her and they marveled at the strange acts. When Lisa told her friend about having spanked herself, the girl, having been spanked and strapped in the past, thought she was out of her mind and told her so.
Still, when Lisa asked the girl to spank her, she met no objection at all. Trembling with excitement, she stood before the seated Madge and pulled her skirt up as she told her to take her panties down and give her a bare bottom spanking.
Madge spanked hard and caused her to sob, but still Lisa urged her to go on. When she began to cry, Madge became more excited and delivered another dozen hard spanks before Lisa was able to squirm off her lap and stand rubbing her buttocks with both hands, tears running down her face.
When Madge tried to apologize for spanking too hard, Lisa cut her off and told her she felt wonderful. She wanted to give Madge a spanking, but her friend couldn't bring herself to submit to one.
Instead, she agreed to allow Lisa to take her panties down and play with her buttocks. She lay on the bed with her skirt pulled up, and raised her body to allow Lisa to pull her sheer panties down to her knees.
At once, Lisa was able to understand how the man on the phone could be so interested in the female posterior. The cheeks felt warm and silken smooth under her hands, and they became even more thrilling when she began kissing and licking them.
Remembering other things the man had said, Lisa urged the girl to her knees and, pulling her buttocks apart, trembled at the sight of the pink ring of her anus. Bringing her tongue to it was the most natural thing in the world to Lisa at that moment.
At the touch of the tongue, Madge trembled violently, but made no protest at all. Lisa kept her tongue working between the smooth buttocks for a long time, and Madge never stopped squirming.
Then Lisa finally took her face away from
Madge's bottom, it was because she had to in order to do something that had to be done. While Madge looked on in amazement, she excitedly used a finger to bring herself to climax.
Lisa enjoyed a wonderful afternoon with Madge, but lost a friend in the process. Her sexual abandon frightened the girl. Nothing was discussed, they just stopped seeing each other.
But Lisa had gone too far to give up her new interests. If Madge was afraid, there were plenty of boys in school who wouldn't be, she reasoned, boys who would do anything to get a girl's panties off and play with her.
The day she reached that decision, she brought a boy home from school with her. Going to her room, they engaged in a bout of passionate necking. He had dated her before, and was stunned when she allowed his hand to move above the top of a nylon and still made no protest when it reached her panties.
"Hey," he whispered, "you've changed."
"I've changed more than you think," she replied hotly. "Would you like to take me over your lap with my panties down and spank my bare ass until I cry?'
"Are you kidding?" he hasped.
"No. I've discovered that it's real kicky to have my ass spanked nice and hard."
Lisa stood and, as the boy continued to look stunned, calmly removed her dress. She wore no slip, and, in her bra and panties, displayed a degree of beautiful maturity that caused him to blink.
Her eyes shining with excitement, Lisa told him to take her panties down and spank her. When, in his state of shock he hesitated, she warned him to do it at once or get out. That did it. With trembling hands, the dazed youth pulled her panties down to her knees, stared hungrily at the revealed beauty of the girl, then saw her drape her almost nude form across his lap.
She had to scold him a few times to make him spank harder, but soon he became caught up in the excitement of spanking the silken buttocks of the beautiful girl and fell to it with a will. He spanked her much more briskly and excitingly than Madge had done and Lisa loved every stinging slap of his hard hand.
When she jumped off his lap and stood rubbing her tingling bottom, her panties around her ankles, the boy hurriedly stood and dropped his trousers and shorts to reveal a fully erect penis.
"Hurry," Lisa panted as she scrambled onto the bed and lay on her tummy, "kiss my ass all over and make it feel good."
It all seemed strange to the youth, but he was not about to resist. Crouching on the Ded beside her, he held and rubbed her firm thighs and began kissing the hot, red rounds of her behind.
He went on kissing wetly as she rose to her knees, her buttocks arched invitingly.
"Pull the cheeks apart and look between," she panted.
Again the boy obeyed and she lelt his hands tremble as he caught the fleshy mounds and drew them apart.
"Hey," he gasped, "it's pink."
"What did you expect, blue? Kiss it and lick it. Hurry, get your tongue right in."
When he hesitated, she cursed him and ordered him to do as he had been told. He hesitated for a few seconds, then she felt his tongue moving between her buttocks, felt his face pressing, felt hot moist breath, then his tongue was where she wanted it. Sighing and moaning in passion, she pressed back hard against his face and rubbed with a series of jerks as he became more and more ardent, holding her with both hands and pulling her back against his face greedily.
Through it all, Lisa's finger had been working on her clitoris until, with a long groan, she collapsed onto the bed and writhed in orgasm that was far more satisfying than anything she had ever known.
Vaguely, Lisa became aware that the boy was turning her over and getting onto her sweating body. She went into action quickly and got out from under just as he was about to push his penis between her thighs.
The youth looked stunned and, when she refused to have sexual intercourse with him, became angry. He made the point that she had enjoyed everything her way, and he was entitled to something. Lisa was forced to agree that everything had been for her and nothing for him.
Eventually, they worked out a compromise whereby he could have a version of what he wanted and she would not risk pregnancy. When she offered to submit to anal intercourse, he went to the bathroom and returned with a jar of Vaseline. She knelt up on the bed and he applied some of the jelly to her anus and to the head of his penis.
"Do we need that?" she asked. "Where did you learn about doing it this way?"
"That doesn't matter," he panted as he knelt close behind her and began to probe the cleavage of her buttocks with his penis. "I like it this way and so will you. Wait until you see how great it feels."
As his penis pushed into the tight pink ring of her anus, the girl felt less than great, but she submitted since he had done the things she had asked and she could really do no less. And then it began to be most enjoyable as she felt the full length of penis in her, his body pressing as his hands pulled her back against him.
He began to stroke then, and Lisa discovered yet another new, thrilling sexual act. When she told him to, he slowed down the pace of his attack and she both felt and heard the slapping of his belly against her already well slapped bottom.
With a series of grunts, he began to ejaculate into her while his hands held her bottom tightly against him and he jerked and twitched, his perspiration dripping onto her back and running down into the cleavage of her still tingling buttocks.
It was the first of many meetings in Lisa's room, and the same pattern was always followed. After some preliminary kissing, Lisa would strip naked, then watch while he did the same. After they had kissed and fondled each other for a little while, he Would give her a brisk spanking which caused tears to flow, then she would kneel up on the bed and they would enjoy anal intercourse.
The youth learned to masturbate her while his penis was buried in her, and she always climaxed strongly.
Eventually, Lisa married her young man, and only then did they experience sexual intercourse. It was painful for Lisa the first time, and neither really enjoyed it. Confident that it would be better the second time, they tried again. It too left them both feeling that something was missing.
Not surprisingly, they returned to their original pattern of petting, spanking, then anal intercourse. Both agreed later that it had been wonderful and that while sexual intercourse was fine for other married couples, it was not for them.
Her husband particularly loves to tongue her anus and not a day passes without his giving her this treat at least once, but usually much more often.
After three years of marriage, they are still undecided as to whether or not they will have children. Lisa has a vague feeling that they should, but she is afraid, as her husband is, that it would interfere with their spankings which she feels she must have.
One must wonder what Lisa's life would have been had it not been for a chance phone call her friend received way back then. And yet, before one would dare to say that the call destroyed her life and pushed her into strange desires, one must face the fact that today she is a happy woman with a happy husband.
Given that, just how does one go about feeling sorry for either Lisa or her happy husband?
CASE HISTORY SEVEN
As is so often the case, the sexual direction of Neil's life was established in childhood.
He discovered masturbation with the aid of a boy two years older. It happened when, while picking berries together, they stopped to rest. While they were sitting quietly, a woman stopped to urinate behind a screen of bushes not knowing that the boys were there.
Neil, who had never seen an unclothed woman, was fascinated by the sight of the woman's big, bare buttocks. They remained silent until she had replaced her panties and left the scene. After that, they compared notes.
It was only a matter of minutes before the older boy took his penis out and began to masturbate. With only a minimum of encouragement, Neil followed suit.
Until that time, it had been a casual friendship between Neil and Peter. After that, their friendship was cemented on an entirely new basis.
Neil looked up to the older boy as being wiser in the ways of the world and wanted to win his acceptance. When Peter told him about buggery, he was slightly frightened, but fascinated at the thought that the older, more experienced boy would share such secrets with him.
As their conversation terminated, Neil found himself dropping his pants and shorts, and kneeling on all fours. It was the day after having seen the woman urinating, and Neil's mind was still filled with the wonder of it all.
Peter lowered his own nether garments and proudly displayed his erect penis. As he felt his friend approaching him from behind, Neil trembled with a mixture of fear and excitement. He felt hands on his exposed buttocks, felt the cheeks being parted, then experienced what was his most exciting sensation in his life as the erect penis of his friend pushed between his buttocks, found his anus and pushed inside.
He had expected hurt, but there was none. There was a feeling of fullness, of being stretched, but in balance, the experience was one of pleasure and daring. In his mind, he was no longer just a boy, he was older, wiser, and about to be more experienced.
Peter gripped him by the hips and began to stroke, his penis moving excitingly in and out his anus. For Neil, there was a wonderful feeling of closeness and excitement, the joy of forbidden fruit. It would have been great anywhere, Neil guessed, but the fact of being naked in the woods with his equally naked friend enhanced and magnified the experience.
From time to time, one of Peter's hands would move from Neil's hips to find and fondle his penis, stiff with excitement and throbbing strongly as another stiff penis worked smoothly in and out of his bottom.
"I'm gonna shoot," Neil heard his friend pant, then the smooth tummy of the boy pressed against Neil's buttocks, hands pulled him back strongly, then he felt the penis seeming to expand inside him as the warm spurting began.
For just a moment, Neil thought his friend was crying, but as he twisted around to look, he saw Peter's face contorted in ecstasy as he pressed and rubbed against his behind while the last drops were squeezed out of his softening penis.
Peter pulled his spent penis out slowly and the boys compared notes on the pleasure they had experienced. After a little while, it was time for Neil to take his turn as Peter knelt on all fours, his buttocks arched expectantly.
Neil found a little difficulty in making penetration, but once he forced the head of his penis into the tight ring, the rest was easy and, sweating and panting, he pushed all the way in. He paused then, his tummy pressed against the smooth buttocks as he savored the thrill of having his penis buried in another boy.
When Peter told him to get going, he gripped his hips and began stroking. Delighted at how easy the act was, Neil performed like an expert, each motion of his sensitive penis more thrilling than the one before.
And then Neil heard himself groaning as he went into ejaculation, the firm buttocks of his friend rubbing back against him. It was so much better than masturbating, he told himself as he became dizzy and weak so that he was afraid he would collapse.
After that, the boys met as often as they could, and each time they would strip naked and perform anal intercourse on each other. Peter often tried to convince his friend that they should experiment with fellatio, but Neil was afraid to try.
They kept their secret for almost six months until one Sunday afternoon, Neil's sixteen-year-old sister, suspicious that her brother was up to something, hid in the house when her parents went out to visit.
Peter had been waiting for the call that the coast was clear, and arrived minutes later. When they hurried to Neil's room and closed the door behind them, Ruth followed and listened outside the door as they discussed who would do it first while they stripped naked.
When the sounds told her the time was right, Ruth walked into the room to find both boys naked and kneeling, her brother with his penis buried in the bottom of his friend.
Having planned it with careful deliberation, Ruth took command of the situation and refused to allow the boys to dress as she scolded them for being dirty little boys and threatened to tell not only her parents, but Peter's as well.
She had a girl friend who often described watching her younger brother getting a bare bottom spanking from his mother, and who told how, as often as she was able, she trapped her brother into a situation where he was forced to take a spanking from her. Ruth had wanted to do the same for a long time, and this was her chance.
When both boys were sufficiently frightened, she offered them the alternative of taking a spanking from her. It was really no alternative at all, and they accepted.
Relishing her power over the naked boys who cowered before her, the girl announced that she would get comfortable first. Getting comfortable consisted of taking her dress and slip off and allowing them to see her in bra and sheer nylon panties. She was thrilled at their reaction, and the thrill leaped to new heights as Peter's penis rose stiff and fully erect as he stared at her thighs and panty clad body.
In addition to the bra and panties, Ruth wore a garter belt and sheer nylons which caressed her firm, silken thighs and enhanced the beauty of them.
Sitting on the bed, she called Neil to her, took him over her thighs and, while she lectured him, patted his buttocks lightly in fevered anticipation. Then she began spanking. She spanked hard and soon had the boy squirming across her thighs. The contact of his squirming body and penis on her thighs drove her wild with arousal, and as a result, Neil received a very sound spanking which left his behind glowing and blazing with uncomfortable heat. When she allowed him to get off her lap, she ordered him to stand with his back turned so that she could admire his bottom while she spanked his friend.
As she called Peter to come for his spanking, Ruth saw his erect penis and reached for it. The boy gave a little grunt as she wrapped her hand around it and squeezed before pulling him onto her lap with his bare bottom completely vulnerable.
Ruth commenced spanking with vigor, and although he held his tears back longer than Neil had been able to do, she eventually had him crying and pleading for mercy. She showed none as her hand slapped briskly from cheek to cheek.
As Ruth helped the crying boy off her lap she saw that his penis had softened during the spanking and hung limp and lifeless looking. It required only a little handling to raise it strongly again, and when she had achieved that, she ordered her brother to kneel on all fours.
With the girl giving instructions, Peter knelt behind her brother inserted his penis into the boy's anus and rode him to ejaculation while the girl stood watching. Then it was over, she sent Peter home and kept her brother nude in the room with her.
Smiling, Ruth turned her back to her brother and calmly removed her panties.
"Have you ever seen a girl's bare ass before?" she asked as she turned to show her front as well.
Neil told her about the woman they had seen in the woods and how it had led to their first taste of anal intercourse. He also assured her that she had a much nicer one.
"Would you like to feel it all over?" she went on.
Without even answering, Neil bent beside her and fondled her firm buttocks and thighs avidly. When he tried to get a hand between her thighs, she stopped him and warned him not to try that again. He went back to fondling her buttocks.
"I'd like to know how it feels to have a hard (penis) up my ass. Do you want to do it to me? I've got a nicer behind than Peter, don't you think?"
"You sure have," he assured her, showing her his aroused penis. "Kneel down, I'm ready."
Trembling with excitement, Ruth got on the bed and knelt so that she could see her reflection in the mirror. Warning the boy not to try to look between her legs, she invited him to give it to her just the way he did with Peter.
She heard his labored breathing as he parted the plump, firm buttocks and moved his penis between them. He slipped it in with surprising ease and was soon holding her hips and riding her hard and fast, his belly slapping her bottom with exciting spanking sounds as the stiff penis drove in and out.
And then he was grunting and spurting his semen into her. For him, it was all over and he had achieved satisfaction, but the act had left the girl hanging, her body wracked with desire.
Although Ruth was still a virgin, she had learned a lot about sex through conversation with older girls. One thing that always excited her was cunnilingus and this, she decided would be a good time to find out what it was like.
Sitting on the bed beside her brother, she breathed roughly as his hands fondled the cups of her bra and he begged her to take it off so that he could see and feel her breasts. Again, she offered him a deal, she would allow him to play not only with her breasts, but between her thighs as well. She told him too about cunnilingus and he agreed to perform the act.
She thrilled at his wide eyed admiration of her well developed breasts as she dropped her bra. After he had fondled the pink tipped cones for a little while, he instinctively took one into his mouth and sucked it.
Wild with desire then, Ruth threw herself back on the bed, opened her legs wide and showed him what he so wanted to see. Rather than being thrilled at the sight of her vulva, Neil became nervous and a little afraid.
"Hurry, Neil," she panted, "get your face between my legs, get your mouth right on it and suck. Get your tongue inside and really lick me. Make me come."
When the boy still hesitated, she grabbed roughly at him and, threatened to tell her parents what she had caught him doing with his friend. Trapped, Neil brought his face into her crotch.
He was assailed by an odor that made him feel ill and afraid, but his sister would not release him; Under a rail of curses and threats, he performed cunnilingus until her thighs crushed him, her behind raised from the bed and she achieved orgasm.
When the girl recovered from the delicious experience, she saw that her brother was crying. Getting off the bed, she picked up her clothes and left the room.
They moved to another city shortly after that, and Neil found himself without a partner. He asked his sister a few times to let him have anal intercourse with her, but she refused. He suspected she had found a boy friend who gave her everything she wanted sexually. He developed other interests, and when desire grew strongly, he would masturbate with fantasies of anal intercourse with a big bottomed girl or woman.
In time, Neil fell in love and married. His bride, Sandra, had some sexual experience, but insisted that they not have sexual intercourse until they were married. In his love for her, he agreed.
On the first night of their honeymoon, Sandra prepared to give him her body in the act of love. They stripped, and she realized that he had eyes only for her buttocks, fondling and caressing them and telling her over and over how beautiful they were.
Helping his beautiful bride onto the bed, Neil rolled her over so that he could fondle and kiss her buttocks. She responded warmly and soon told him she was ready for sexual intercourse if he would first fondle her vulva a little.
Passion froze in her as he told her in hot whispers how he wanted anal intercourse. She refused and turned over. Neil begged her to at least try it his way, but to no avail. In his desperation, he told her of his earlier experiences both with Peter and with his sister.
Instead of the understanding he had hoped for, Neil found only revulsion. Shocked and horrified, Sandra told him that she coudn't even spend the night with him, but was going to get dressed and leave. Their marriage was over before it started.
As she went to get off the bed to dress, panic took control of Neil and he grabbed his wife and pulled her back to him. Despite her struggles, he forced her into a bottom up position and, while she cried and struggled, he drove his penis painfully into her anus.
Before he could insert the full length of it into her, he ejaculated. In her squirming, Sandra pulled away enough so that his spurting penis slipped out and flowed over her buttocks and thighs.
Frustrated rather than satisfied, Neil went to the bathroom and sat with his head in his hands for a long time as he tried to understand what had happened. When he returned to the bedroom, his wife was gone.
A lawyer visited him and Neil signed the appropriate papers to have the marriage annulled. On the advice of the lawyer, Neil placed himself under the care of a psychiatrist in an effort to get his life straightened out.
He had made four visits to the doctor when he met a man in a washroom. When the man made a homosexual advance, Neil asked if he was interested in anal intercourse. Discovering that the man shared his interest, they hurried to his apartment where they stripped naked and each fondled the penis of the other as they discussed their-likes and dislikes.
When the man told Neil to bend over and began fitting his big penis into his anus, Neil trembled with anticipation. Later, positions were reversed and Neil experienced the overwhelming joy of performing anal intercourse with a willing partner.
He returned to the psychiatrist, told him what had happened, and that he had found his way of life and would not be back again.
CASE HISTORY EIGHT
Tessa and Vic were both sexually inexperienced when they married at the age of twenty-two. With much fumbling and nervousness, they managed sexual intercourse which both found enjoyable.
Over the first few years of their marriage, they worked out a good sexual adjustment which consisted of sexual intercourse two to three times a week.
Gradually then, both the frequency and the enjoyment of sexual intercourse began to wane. Tessa was more upset about it than her her husband. She still wanted things the way they used to be in the beginning, but he kept pleading fatigue and inability to achieve an erection.
When he did give her what she wanted, it didn't even come close to satisfying her. With a minimum of foreplay, he would roll onto her, slip his penis in her without preparing her properly, then within a minute would ejaculate and it was all over.
Unsatisfied desire usually took her from the bed where her husband lay sleeping soundly, and to the bathroom where, after washing her vulva and thighs, she would resort to digital masturbation to find at least a measure of satisfaction.
Feeling that she was in danger of losing her mind, Tessa considered seeing a psychiatrist, but before doing so, broke down and told her troubles to a woman friend a few years older than herself. At once, the woman showed both understanding and interest.
"I went through the same thing with my husband," the woman told her.
"You said went through," Tessa pointed out. "Does that mean you found a solution?"
"It sure does, honey, a solution that made us both very happy and has kept our marriage from going on the rocks. Better than that, the three years since we worked it out have been the best of all for both of us."
When Tessa pressed for more information, she saw that her friend was nervous. With tears in her eyes, she pointed out that it was cruel of her friend to tell her that there was a solution, then to stop short of telling her what it was.
"All right, Tessa," the woman broke down, "this isn't going to be easy, and I may blush a bit, but bear with me and I'll do my best."
She began by explaining that the same thing had happened between her and her husband and that one evening, when both were in a good mood, she told her husband of her feelings. To her delight, he agreed that he too would like to recapture the old sexual excitement they had known but didn't know how to go about it.
"We were both nervous at first," the woman went on, "but because it was so important to both of us, we forced ourselves to be honest and to hold nothing back. Gradually, it became clear that what we needed was some variety to make it more interesting for both of us, but especially for my husband."
"What kind of variety?" Tessa asked anxiously.
With a little sigh of resignation, the woman told her how they had agreed to try fellatio, cunnilingus, and later, anal intercourse and sex spanking. She told too that they collected sexy literature and movies to add stimulation.
At first, it all struck Tessa as being a rather radical approach, and yet, the more she thought of it, the more she saw it as a way out for her.
As the woman's nervousness passed, she gave vivid descriptions of the various acts she and her husband enjoyed. Tessa asked many questions and the woman answered each one candidly.
"I can't really describe it," she replied to one question. "The feeling of having that stiff penis go off in your mouth is something you have to experience to understand."
"And do you swallow it?" Tessa asked nervously, wondering if she would be able to do it.
"Every delicious drop, dear. It's really very yummy, you know and feels so nice in the mouth and throat."
"What about spankings?" Tessa changed the course of conversation, "don't they really hurt or do you just pat each other?"
"Pat nothing, Tessa. We really hand it out right on the bare bottom."
"Gee," Tessa sighed, "I can't understand how that could be fun."
"Can't you? Well that's something I can make clear for you."
Almost before Tessa knew what was happening, her friend was taking her across her lap with her dress and slip up, and her panties lowered. Seconds later, the open hand of the woman was spanking briskly from cheek to cheek with enough of a sting to keep Tessa sobbing and squirming.
"That was only a light one," the woman explained as she pulled Tessa's panties back into place. "How does your ass feel right now?"
"Not bad at all. In fact, there's a kind of a pleasant tingle. I think I like it."
"I'm not surprised," her friend told her as she stood and pulled her skirt up to the waist. "Now take my panties down and try it the other way."
Tessa's hands trembled with nervousness at the thought of taking a woman's panties down, yet she had to find out as much as she could if she was to save her marriage and her sanity.
Tessa hesitated before administering the first spank, then she became caught up in the excitement of spanking and, before she finished, gave her friend a much harder spanking than either had intended.
At the end of a long conversation, Tessa told her friend that she was prepared to try everything on her husband, but was afraid she would spoil the whole thing by being afraid to perform fellatio, or perhaps even being sick as a result of doing or attempting it.
It was then that her friend hit her with a real shocker.
"Then you'd better find out before you try it with your husband."
"You're kidding."
"No. If you're as serious as you say about saving your marriage, you'll do it."
"But who?"
"My husband has a nice one, and I'm sure he'd love to have you use him as an experiment."
"But ... but what about you? I mean, wouldn't you mind?"
"Not a bit, dear. I'll be right in bed with the two of you. It will be like a party and we can teach you a lot to take home to your husband."
The following evening, Tessa found herself nervously ringing the bell and being admitted by her friend Wilma and her husband Andy. Over drinks, they chatted, the couple trying to put Tessa at ease, then, after an obviously contrived argument between husband and wife, Art informed his wife that he was going to spank her.
While Tessa looked on, Wilma pleaded with her husband not to spank her, but even as she pleaded she was stripping. When only her garter belt and nylons remained, she went to him, big breasts bouncing, and draped herself over his waiting lap.
Scolding her throughout, Andy administered a sound spanking which painted her buttocks a bright red and had her crying loudly and kicking violently. When he helped her to her feet, he calmly opened the front of his pants and withdrew a penis that was strongly erected.
While the women watched, Wilma dabbing at her eyes and telling Tessa how good her buttocks felt as the tingles danced under her skin, Andy stripped naked and stood proudly for their examination.
Dropping to her knees, Wilma took his penis into her mouth and kept it there for a few seconds. When she released it, the man took Tessa into his arms and kissed her passionately. After the kiss, he told her that he was going to take her to bed, strip her naked and perform cunnilingus on her, and that later, she would bring him to climax with fellatio and that she would swallow every drop of his semen.
Tessa still couldn't believe what was happening even when she stood by the bed while the man removed her bra and, telling her what lovely breasts she had, fondled them with both hands.
He fondled more of her as he took her panties off and guided her to the bed. For a long time, the three engaged in some spirited and erotic play on the wide bed.
When Andy claimed his wife and began performing cunnilingus on her, Tessa sat entranced as she watched. The look on the woman's face was on of sheer ecstasy, the sights and sounds of what was happening in her crotch explained it excitingly. She climaxed very strongly, her long legs raised high and kicking as her smooth thighs massaged her husband's face.
The three talked a little, then Tessa felt herself being pulled down on the bed, felt strong hands parting her thighs and moving under her to cup her buttocks. She felt the slight roughness of his face brush her sensitive inner thighs, then she was crying out as his mouth made contact with her vulva.
Andy was a skilled lover to begin with, but understanding Tessa's situation, he was at his ardent best to ensure that it would be such a wonderful experience for her that she would never forget it. The man achieved his goal with some to spare.
As Tessa went into orgasm, he held her tightly and, at the same time, Wilma kissed her passionately on the mouth, her tongue lapping there as her husband's had farther down her sweating body.
While she was still fully aroused and under the spell of the strongest orgasm she had ever known, Wilma helped her off the bed and sat her on a stool. Her eyes wide, Tessa watched the naked man walk to her, his penis swaying strongly and looking twice as big as it had been a few moments before.
"There it is, baby," Wilma whispered hotly, "and it's a beauty. Lick your lips and take it in, it's a real mouthful. You're going to love it."
With Wilma's hand guiding hers, Tessa led the swollen penis to her mouth. There was a moment of tension, then she tried to push it inside. On the first try, she didn't even come close to getting it in, but then she opened her mouth until it hurt her jaws, and this time she was able to stuff the head completely inside.
She paused for a moment, then realized that there was excitement in having the stiffened penis of a man in her mouth. Instinct told her that everything was going to be all right, she would suck his penis and he would ejaculate in her mouth. She would gulp his semen, she told herself, and it wouldn't make her sick.
Becoming bolder, she moved her mouth back and forth along the hard shaft and used one hand to fondle his buttocks and thighs while the other hand held his penis. At that moment, nothing could have made her let go of the fleshy treasure in her mouth. Years of dull sex with her husband had left her hungry for something different, and she had just what she wanted to feed that hunger.
"Get ready, honey," the man panted, "I'm almost ready to let go."
"Drink, Tessa," Wilma whispered into her ear. "Just feel it in your mouth and throat, don't lose a drop of that precious cream."
The man gave a weak groan, Tessa gave a little gulp as the head of his penis seemed to grow even bigger, then he was spurting and she was swallowing as fast as he shot it into her. She was still trying for more when he pulled his spent penis away from her, his knees buckling.
Over drinks, they talked and played for a long time before Tessa dressed and went home. It wasn't easy to go to sleep that night with her mind filled with thrilling secrets, but she knew she had been through too much with her friends to be able to function well with her husband.
The following evening, after a good dinner which included a bottle of wine, Tessa excused herself and went to the bedroom. After a quick but thorough shower, she dressed in her best black lingerie, including a black satin garter belt and dark, sheer nylons, then pulled on a sheer, black negligee and a pair of high heeled pumps.
When she returned to the living room, her husband took one look at her and dropped the paper he had been reading. Smiling, she sat on his lap and kissed him passionately. During the kiss, she felt his hands moving over her body and, more importantly, felt his penis erecting under her thighs.
It required no coaxing at all to get him to the bedroom where he was quick to relieve her of her negligee, then to strip naked at a pace that suggested stripping was an Olympic event and he was shooting for a gold medal.
He would have taken her panties off and rushed into sexual intercourse right then, but Tessa stopped him. When he wanted to know why he should wait, she explained in a warm, seductive tone, that their sex life had gotten dull and boring, and that having read a few books on the subject, she was going to try something different.
It didn't take long before her husband was wooing her like a real lover rather than a careless husband. His hands were strong as he felt breasts and thighs and buttocks. She didn't try to stop him when he took her bra off and used his mouth to further stimulate her firm breasts.
As they rolled on the bed, she handled his penis boldly, and brought a gasp of surprise from his throat when she wrapped her full, warm lips around the head of his erect penis and sucked for a few seconds.
When Vic reached for the waistband of her panties, Tessa stopped him again. Sensing that it would be wise to let her run the show, he paused and waited to find out what she wanted.
"Do you like my ass, darling?" she asked seductively.
"I'll say I do," he replied as his hand moved over the nylon sheathed cheeks.
"Then why don't you prove it by taking my panties down and giving me a nice hard spanking?"
"Are you kidding?"
"No, darling," she told him with a warm sigh, "I'm not kidding. Take my little panties down, treat me like a little girl, scold me, spank me hard and make me cry. You won't be sorry, darling. Do it."
His hands trembling, sweat trickling down his face, Vic turned his wife over his lap and pulled her panties down to bare buttocks that were suddenly much more beautiful and exciting than they ever had been. He was amazed at the sudden change in their relationship, and delighted at the way arousal raced through his body.
"Harder," she panted after the first light spank only teased her and made her want more.
He began to spank harder, his erect penis throbbing against her as she writhed on his thighs wanting more and more of his slapping hand. With each spank, he became more and more captivated by the thrilling new game she had taught him. When she began to cry, he would have stopped, but she urged him on, tossing her lovely pink bottom before him with wild abandon.
And then he did stop spanking and rolled her onto the bed intent on having sexual intercourse. Again Tessa stopped him and rolled him over. As he wondered what was going to happen next, she threw herself over him and, before he could realize what was happening, his penis was in her mouth and she was sucking greedily.
Swinging a leg over him, she brought her hot, silken crotch down on his face and even Vic had to understand what she wanted from him. His hands pulled on her hot buttocks and her vulva pressed down on his mouth. Instinct told him to bring his tongue into play, and the reaction she gave him told him that instinct had been right.
Tessa climaxed more quickly than she had ever done, and while she was still in the throes of her climax, she heard his grunt and felt the semen spurting into her mouth. She drank greedily until she had drained him and he was forced to pull away from her.
It was a little while before they were able to talk, but when they did, they had a lot to talk about. Vic was rhapsodic about the sudden change in their life, and Tessa was the happiest woman in the world.
When he persisted in questioning, she kept insisting that she had read about such acts in books. She felt a strong urge to tell him the real story and to engage in mate swapping from time to time with
Wilma and Andy, but having brought about such a change in their sex life, she wasn't prepared to gamble.
That night proved to be the beginning of a whole new life for Tessa and Vic. In the five years since then, their life has been, according to both of them, a continuing, exciting honeymoon as they experiment constantly in search of new and different ways to please each other.
Spanking plays a vital role in their sex games, and Tessa never tires of having her husband cast her in the little girl role as he takes her panties down or has her strip naked to be spanked until many tears have been shed.
But spanking is not a one-way street for them. Vic gets his with an old fashioned hairbrush and a doubled belt. He has learned to like it as much as does his wife, and he is always eager to play the little boy role who sobs and cries when mummy announces that he has been bad and is going to get a licking.
But licking has other meanings as well, and it is in this area that they reach the ultimate of ecstasy. Sexual intercourse has not been forgotten, but they find oral sex much more stimulating and participate in it very frequently.
In time, confident that her husband was broad minded and adventurous enough to accept the truth, Tessa told him all about the part Wilma and Andy had played in their new fife. Pretending anger, he stripped her naked and gave her a sound spanking, but after that, he talked to her about what fun it would be to include another couple in their sex games from time to time.
Both Wilma and her husband were delighted. At their first sexual meeting, Vic pointed out that he was entitled to equal time, as a result of which, Wilma lost her panties and had her mature bottom soundly spanked. After the spanking, he joined her, both naked, in the sixty-nine position and they remained locked in it until both had achieved climax.
Later, they watched and sipped drinks as Tessa and Andy followed their example with the same delightful result.
There are those who would consider oral sex abnormal, evil or what have you, but then again, there are those who would say the same about sexual intercourse, candy, or smiling.
When we consider a case such as this, I think we should ignore the protests of the narrow minded critics and consider how, as a result of adventuring off the sexual straight and narrow, two young people saved their marriage and rebuilt it into a wonderfully satisfying and exciting relationship.
CASE HISTORY NINE
Brenda was the only child of a well to do couple who were devout christians and stern guardians. All through her childhood, she was subjected to only one form of discipline, spanking.
The spankings were always administered by her mother, and all followed the same form with Brenda, dress raised and panties lowered, lying across the maternal lap for a hand spanking.
As a little girl, Brenda always dreaded the spankings which pained and caused her to cry bitterly. Later, around the age of sixteen, there was a change in the girl, one that she could not understand. Although the spankings still stung and caused her to cry, she found that they had become sexually exciting.
Her mother never suspected this, but frequently, Brenda would go out of her way to be caught doing wrong so that she would be spanked. Each time, it meant a trip to her bedroom or her mother's, and the inevitable routine of holding her clothes up while her mother pulled her panties down and took Brenda over her lap.
Brenda always sobbed and protested, but even as she did so she was adding to the thrill she felt. It was a reversion to the little girl stage and inevitably a highly erotic experience.
Each spank stung and brought a cry from the girl, but over the sound of her crying, she heard the thrilling sound produced as the palm slapped a full buttock. Even as she cried from one spank, she waited impatiently for the next.
And then Brenda's world was shattered when her mother died suddenly. It was not the heartbreak of losing a loving and loved parent, but rather the loss of a dependable spanker that hurt.
Within weeks of her mother's death, Brenda noticed that her father had become more cheerful than ever. She sensed that he was relieved at achieving a new freedom and, in a conversation one evening, both admitted that life had become easier.
After that they talked often and honestly with each other and a new bond of friendship was formed. It was then that Brenda decided that the solution to her problem was at hand. In the interval, she had tried spanking herself, but that didn't provide the satisfaction she wanted.
Her decision firmed in her mind, Brenda greeted her father on his arrival from work, gave him a slightly warmer than usual kiss, and prepared dinner. After the meal, she began doing the dishes while her father read the paper, but she ran out of strength and knew she could wait no longer.
"I thought there was something bothering you, dear," her father said as he dropped the paper and watched his beautiful daughter approach his chair. "Tell me what it is."
"Well, daddy," she began nervously, then began to fumble for words which eluded her.
"Come on, Brenda," he said warmly, "surely we can talk to each other. Sit here and tell me whatever it is," he went on, patting the arm of the chair. "I promise not to be shocked by anything you tell me."
"All right, dad." She paused for a moment, drew a deep breath, then plunged ahead.
"Daddy, please take me up to my bedroom and give me a spanking the way mother used to. Remember now, you promised not to be shocked," she added, trying for a smile.
"Why, Brenda?" he asked after a pause of a lew seconds during which he could do nothing but blink.
"Please don't ask, daddy, just take me to my room and give me a sound spanking. Perhaps I'll be able to explain it all later."
Looking as though he was not quite sure it was all really happening, the man got up and followed his daughter up the stairs to her bedroom. When she pointed to her bed, he sat on it and she saw how nervous he was.
"I don't know much about spanking, dear," he said nervously.
"I do. It's easy. I'll pull my skirt up, you take my panties down, then take me over your lap and spank me. That's all there is to it."
"How many spanks and how hard?" he asked.
"A whole lot, and hard enough to make me cry.
Maybe twenty-five on each cheek, nice smart slaps. Please don't be easy. Make me cry and don't stop."
Without saying more, she reached for the hem of her skirt and pulled it up to her waist. The man began to perspire at the sight of the girl's nylo i sheathed legs and flawless, smooth thighs. Above, sheer, white nylon panties covered but did not hide her well developed young body.
His hands shaking, he caught the waistband of her little panties and pulled them down, jerkily until they fell around her feet. Her lush young body on fire, Brenda stepped out of her panties and bent over the strong thighs, positioning her bared behind just the way her mother had always demanded.
She felt her father pulling the skirt higher up her back, heard his labored breathing, then felt the first spank.
"Harder," she panted, squirming in lust.
The man began to spank harder and Brenda was soon crying and kicking her lovely legs. Even as she reveled in the spanking, Brenda was thinking ahead. Later, she would be alone in the room, she would take her skirt off, admire the red heat of her buttocks and fondle them as long as she could stand the waiting, then, her finger would find her clitoris and rub it until she climaxed. It would be just like the old days when her mother spanked her.
In her writhing and squirming across her father's lap, Brenda suddenly became aware that his penis was hard and that it had been for some time. A new wave of thrills swept over her and she made a point of rubbing her body where he was most sensitive.
She didn't have to tell him to spank harder, aroused as he was he slapped her buttocks stingingly, and Brenda added to that by raising her bottom to meet each spank on the way down.
And then, just as the pain in her flaming buttocks approached the point of being intolerable, her father stopped spanking, gripped a hot, red cheek tightly and gave a little cry.
Jumping to her feet, Brenda clutched her buttocks with both hands and did a little impromptu dance, her skirt still held high up on her thighs in front, and baring a portion of her nether cheeks as her hands rubbed.
"My poor baby," her father said as he stood and put an arm around her waist, "Daddy spanked your poor ass too hard. Here, he on the bed, dear."
Guiding his daughter to the bed, he helped her lie on her tummy, then pulled the back of her skirt higher and began to massage the well spanked, red nether cheeks. As he rubbed, he crooned disjointed words of comfort and watched the up and down movement of the luscious young body.
And then, he fell on her, his lips moving over the hot, silken rounds, his hands holding and rubbing her thighs.
The man had gone wild then and she felt his kisses move all over her buttocks, setting new and more exciting fires, driving both of them into torrents of wildly aroused passion. His tongue came into play then, moving wetly through the cleavage of her buttocks which he held parted with his hands, and licking her anus as her behind pushed up against his wet face.
He licked all the way down to the bottom of the fleshy valley, then Brenda felt herself being turned over, felt her thighs being parted, then saw and felt his face move into her crotch. As his mouth pressed down on her vulva, Brenda emitted a long, quavering cry and saw her legs fly high above her.
"Oh daddy ... oh ... uh ... uh..." Brenda panted as he brought his tongue into play while still making loud, wet sucking sounds with his mouth.
Moisture truckled from her vagina and ran down warmly into the valley of her buttocks, and as fast as it did, his mouth provided more as he continued to suck greedily.
As she felt the approach of orgasm, Brenda wrapped her legs around him and brought her behind up off the bed. When the erotic storm struck, she let out a wild cry and rubbed his face with her wet crotch while he held her hips with both hands as though afraid she would fly away if he didn't hold her tightly.
When Brenda began to recover, she noticed that her father was opening the front of his trousers, and she saw him withdraw his stiff, throbbing penis and begin to masturbate.
Rolling over, she took his hand off it and wrapped her own around the hard shaft. If cunnilingus had brought her such joy, she reasoned, then fellatio would do the same for him.
Although Brenda had never performed the act, had never seen a penis, in fact, she knew it would not be difficult. As she stuffed the swollen, velvet head into her mouth, her father gave a low groan, then she felt the stiff arm being pushed further into her mouth.
It was only a matter of seconds before the man ejaculated and she felt the thick sperm spurting into her mouth. She drank it greedily until he was drained and weakly pulled his spent penis away from her warm, greedy mouth.
The man rolled over onto his stomach and Brenda saw him trembling violently as though crying. Turning him over, she kissed him passionately on the mouth, then lay atop him, her face close to his.
"It wasn't wrong, daddy," she whispered. "We both needed something badly and we made each other feel good."
Encouraged by her strength, warmed by the soft tone of her voice, the man began to talk. Over the next few minutes, they convinced each other and themselves that what they had done was not really wrong, and that since they loved each other, nothing would be wrong as long as they did not participate in sexual intercourse.
Later, when her father felt the need of a drink, they both went downstairs. There, he poured himself a strong scotch, and a weaker one for his daughter.
They spent a long, exciting evening talking. In the course of their conversation, the man told her that cunnilingus was something he had learned early in life, but that his wife hadn't approved of it and as a result, it had been almost twenty years since he had done it.
"Will you do it often from now on, Daddy?" she asked, her eyes gleaming. "That was really something."
"Yes, baby, as often as you want it. My God, you're beautiful, all over. I can't wait to see you naked."
"Then let's not wait. Would you like me to strip naked for you right now?"
"Let's go up to my bedroom and both strip. I'll do it to you again if you like."
They hurried to the bedroom and there, while her father sat on the bed watching, Brenda excitedly stripped naked. At the sight of her firm young breasts, he gave a little groan and reached for them with both hands.
As he told her of their beauty, he paused often to take one into his mouth to suck. Squirming with passion, Brenda longed for the moment when he would part her thighs and press his mouth to her vulva again to bring her to climax once more.
Moving reluctantly away from the girl, her father began to undress. As he did, she saw that he had a good figure for a man in his early forties. She saw too that his penis was showing signs of life, some promise that it would stiffen soon, enough for her to take it in her mouth and bring him to climax again.
"Will you be ready for another one in my mouth tonight?" she asked as she reached to fondle it.
Assuring her that he would, he joined her on the bed and they embraced passionately. As their bodies rubbed and teased each other, they talked about the beauty of their wonderful new life and how happy they would both be. Brenda found herself wishing her mother had died earlier, but she didn't mention that even though she was sure her father was thinking the same thing.
"Do you want another spanking?" he asked after they had played for about a half hour.
"Just a nice warm up, Daddy. Maybe ten on each cheek to put the glow back in. I'll just roll over."
She did, and her father caressed the beautifully rounded cheeks with both hands until she told him to start spanking them. Crouched beside her on the bed, he administered twenty well spaced, stinging spanks which brought the roses back to her cheeks and tears to her eyes.
But the spanks also produced a searing heat deep between her thighs and churning up into her belly. As she rolled over onto her back, both her hands cupping and rubbing her breasts, she told her father about it.
Moving her buttocks to the edge of the bed, he got off and knelt on the floor, close to it. Her legs raised and parted, he stroked her smooth inner thighs, then her vulva which he found warm and moist, then parted the soft pink lips with his fingers and gazed at the warmer looking interior as he told her what he was going to do to her and how it was going to feel.
Brenda was almost crying by the time he brought his lips into her crotch and pressed them gently to her soft, pink labiae. For seconds, it remained a light kiss, then he began to claim the softness of her with his mouth more eagerly and she began to moan with lust as she rubbed her breasts more vigorously, squeezing them until it hurt.
Brenda sensed that orgasm would not come for a long time, and the thought delighted her as she gazed warmly at the top of his head framed by her gently rounded tummy and upraised thighs.
Yesterday, she thought, I was just a girl, today, I'm the happiest woman in the world. She heard the wet sounds and muffled groans from her crotch, and trembled.
When climax approached, she began to pant and groan, holding it back as long as possible, then allowing it to explode as the moist mouth clung to her vulva while her thighs massaged him hotly in silken confinement.
"Was it good, baby?" he asked lovingly, kneeling up between her legs and smiling into her face.
"Oh, daddy," she sighed, "it was too wonderful to describe. I never knew anything could be so good. And to think, I used to get a big thrill out of doing it with my finger."
"You won't have to do that from now on, darling, my mouth will always be ready when you want it. I guess I won't have to do it with my hand the way I used to."
"You can be sure of that, Daddy dear. I didn't think married people did that."
"They did if they were married to her. I don't think we did it ten times in the last ten years. It got to be so dull I just didn't bother trying and she was satisfied. When the pressure got too high, I'd slip into the John, think nice thoughts and work myself off with my hand."
When Brenda asked, he showed her how a man masturbated and she was fascinated. In return, she showed him how she did it in various positions.
"Are you in the mood to give me a nice warm drink now, Daddy?" she asked warmly.
"More than ready, angel. My God, I can't believe my sudden good luck. I'm awfully glad you asked me to give you that spanking, dear. If it hadn't been for that, none of this would have happened and both of us would still be going hungry."
"I'm hungry now, Daddy," she sighed. "Bring me your nice juicy bone and give me a warm drink."
Telling the girl to he on her side, he turned on the bed and brought his erect penis to her face. He lay on his side facing her, his face brushing her thighs, his hands reaching for thighs and buttocks to fondle while performed fellatio.
Being his second of the evening, it took a very long time before he ejaculated, but the man didn't mind that at all. Her thighs and body were beautiful. He inhaled the woman fragrance of her crotch, and felt firm mounds of warm flesh under his hands as he kept them moving while the young beauty used her mouth with a skill surprising for a seventeen year old virgin.
When he reached climax, Brenda pulled him tightly against her face, using both hands, and thrilling at the feel of the big penis flooding her mouth with semen.
Tired then, they fell asleep, the man with a hand on his daughter's smooth buttocks, their bodies filled with love, warmth, and delicious fatigue.
The next day was Saturday, which meant that the lovers had two full days to themselves. When they wakened, he would have performed cunnilingus on her before they got out of bed, but Brenda, sensitive about being clean for him, insisted that she shower first. He went to the bathroom with her and they showered together, each assisting the other.
Back in the bedroom, Brenda's father began to play with her buttocks, a pastime of which he was sure he would never tire. As he did, he told her about anal intercourse. She was vaguely aware that the act existed, but thought it was done only among homosexual males.
"Hell no," he replied, his fingers digging into the lovely mounds of her bottom. "Sure, queers do it a lot, but some women like a nice shot up the back door for a change. I had a girl friend once who loved it that way."
"Does it hurt?"
"Not if the man know what he's doing. You know I wouldn't hurt you, dear, I mean except for spanking you."
"I know, Daddy. Let's try it. You'll have to show me what to do though. I haven't been around much, you know."
"Don't worry, darling, all you have to do is kneel on all fours and stick this beautiful ass out. I'll do the rest."
Brenda started to get up to get into position, but he stopped her, telling her that there were things to do first, things like bringing her to climax by means of cunnilingus, and warming her bottom so that her cheeks would be hot against his belly when they did get into action.
Leaving the room, he returned with a jar of lubricant jelly and put it on the night table close to the bed. When he had done so, the man sat on the edge of the bed and told the girl to come to him for a spanking.
Brenda added spice to the game by using a little girl voice as she promised Daddy she would be a good girl from now on, and begged him not to spank her on the bare ass.
Understanding, he turned on the parental role and held the standing girl between his legs, fondling her buttocks and thighs as he explained that she had been a naughty little girl and he would have to give her a spanking as punishment.
Trembling, Brenda draped her body across his strong, hairy thighs, her lush bottom perfectly presented. Holding and scolding her, he began the spanking. This time, Brenda didn't have to remind him to spank harder. He liked the game and understood his daughter's needs. She cried nicely for a long time before he stopped spanking her.
When he did, he rolled her onto the bed, parted her thighs and began performing cunnilingus while his hands caressed her tingling buttocks.
Brenda climaxed very strongly and he held her close to him until the waves stopped breaking over her. Then, checking her buttocks, he held her down and administered another dozen brisk spanks before he reached for the jar.
She knelt up, and after he had smeared jelly over the head of his penis, he scooped more out of the jar and inserted it into her anus with a long, strong, finger. She felt the finger push slowly into her, and her buttocks wriggled in anticipation of something bigger, harder, and longer replacing the finger before longer.
Brenda held her breath as her father got into position behind her, his rampant penis brushing her thighs and buttocks as he moved closer. She gave a little gasp as he parted her buttocks and the enlarged head of his penis moved between, slipping along the inner cheek surfaces easily.
"Just relax, dear, let your ass go," he urged. "If it hurts even a little, I'll stop. It shouldn't hurt though."
She felt the velvety head pushing against her anus and fought to relax her muscles. Just as she did manage to relax for a moment, the thing drove into her. She gave a little gasp, then sighed and told him it was all right, that it wasn't really hurting her.
Holding her by the hips and watching the reflection of her full, swaying breasts in the mirror, he fed his penis into her a little at a time until it was completely buried and his belly was grinding against the warmth of her smooth behind.
When she assured him that it was still all right, that it wasn't hurting her at all, he began stroking. He stroked strongly, pulling her back with each forward lunge so that they slapped together with an exciting sound.
It lasted longer than Brenda expected, and it was not long before she felt herself enjoying the way the big penis stretched and filled her. When he did reach ejaculation, he held her warm buttocks tightly against him, his body jerking even after he had drained himself completely.
Leaving his penis inserted in her, he reached under her with his right hand, found the warmth of her vulva and sent his finger in search of her sensitive clitoris. The finger rubbed the hardening bud until Brenda went into orgasm. He held her closely and did not withdraw his penis until the spasms stopped rocking her body.
Lying embracing on the bed then, they discussed ah the sexual acts they had enjoyed to that point, and talked in warm tones about the future which promised both such happiness.
Brenda's father tried to tell the girl that she should see other young men so that she could fall in love and marry in the normal sense, but she refused to consider it. Instead, she talked only of their wonderful life together. Pretending to be angry, her father turned her over his lap, spanked her, then performed cunnilingus until she climaxed.
The pattern set, father and daughter went on to enjoy more than ten years of their style of marriage. During that period, neither even suggested sexual intercourse; each had the mouth of the other to give joy, and from time to time, they achieved variety when Brenda went down on all fours, her freshly spanked bottom arched to enjoy anal intercourse with digital masturbation to orgasm.
Their idyll came to an abrupt end when Brenda was twenty-eight and her father was killed in an accident. Her doctor attempted to treat her for shock, then called in a psychiatrist who learned her life story from her.
She is making gradual progress, and it could be that some day, some man will marry a mature virgin who will know enough about sex to astound and, hopefully, delight him.
CASE HISTORY TEN
The story of Dan could as well be included in a volume of Women Who Seduce Boys, but it is included here since it deals with oral sex and is, therefore, appropriate.
His seductress, Edith, was a tall, sophisticated, attractive woman of independent means, in her late thirties. She was also a lesbian who employed a maid-companion who was also her sex partner. She had a very strong distaste for men, except as creatures to be dominated.
With this in mind, Edith visited an orphanage and arranged to engage a fourteen year old boy, Dan, to be trained as a houseboy-handyman. She checked out perfectly, and the superintendent of the institution was delighted in having found a good home for the boy who tended to be shy and gentle, and who was extremely unhappy among the tougher boys.
On arrival at her home, while the boy was still expressing his thanks and appreciation at being taken out of the home, Edith told the boy that his primary task would be to serve as her personal maid. When he asked what that involved, she told him he would learn as he went along.
There was no work for him to do that afternoon, so that he was free to roam the big house and spacious grounds. His room adjoined that of his employer, and as he inspected it, he discovered that the connecting door contained a keyhole through which he had a clear view of her bedroom.
At once, he was filled with excitement at the thought of peeping into Edith's bedroom while she dressed and undressed. He had never seen any portion of female anatomy between knee and neck, and had often wondered how the matrons would look without their clothes on. His employer being such a beautiful woman, wonder flared strongly into the realm of desire.
Early that evening, he got his first view of female anatomy. He and Edith were in the living room after dinner, when Edith found a chipped vase. She called the maid into the room and confirmed that the maid had done the deed. The scene had been arranged in advance, but Dan did not suspect it.
After scolding the attractive young maid, Edith announced she was going to spank her. Before the boy's unbelieving eyes, the woman sat on an armless chair with the hem of her dress pulled well up her lush thighs.
Dan stared at the caressing nylons, the expanded tops, black suspenders, and white, smooth skin of her thighs. Moments later, his attention was diverted to the maid as, on command, she picked up the hem of her short uniform and raised it so high that he was able to see a band of skin above the wasit-band of the sheer, pink nylon panties.
The boy trembled as his employer, still scolding, calmly took the maid's panties down almost to her knees. By the time the maid was in position over Edith's lap, Dan had enjoyed both frontal and rear views of the maid, and his penis was surging strongly so that he held his arm over his lap to hide the bulge in his trousers.
Edith began spanking the nicely rounded white cheeks briskly as the maid sobbed and kicked her legs so that the boy could almost, but not quite, see the ultimate secret of her femininity as her bottom bounced under the slapping hand.
In the course of the spanking, Edith's knees moved wider apart so that, as he moved his eyes from the fast coloring nether cheeks of the crying maid, Dan saw the crotch of Edith's black nylon panties framed by her smooth white thighs.
When Edith was satisfied with the deep red color of the maid's buttocks, she stopped spanking and called Dan to her. He stood before her trying to keep his eyes from straying to the bare behind over the woman's lap.
"You may look at her bottom, Dan," she told him. "I want you to see what a spanking does. See how red those cheeks are?"
"Yes, Miss," he mumbled as he stared at the glowing orbs which the maid kept in motion.
"Now feel them and see how hot they are. That's it, use both hands and really feel the heat."
Dan was barely able to keep from crying out as his hands moved over the hot, silken mounds of flesh. He experienced excitement such as he had never known, and hoped that his employer would not notice the throbbing bulge in the front of his pants.
"All right, Dan, that will be enough. Pull her panties up and think of your ass being in that condition when you do wrong."
"Mine? You mean..."
"I mean that when you do wrong, I shall take you over my lap and spank your bare ass. You'll get used to it."
Blinking, his hands trembling, Dan caught her panties and began to pull them up over her silken smooth thighs. It was his first touch of nylon and of female skin, both, combined with the sight of her lovely nudity, made his knees weak so that he was afraid he would fall to the floor before he completed the exciting task.
As the maid stood and dropped her uniform skirt into place, Dan haltingly asked permission to go to the bathroom. Sensing that he would masturbate there, Edith refused. Unable to control the trembling of his aroused body, Dan sat in continuing discomfort, his penis erect and throbbing.
After a little while, Edith stood and told him to follow her. As he walked up the stairs behind her, he gazed at the motion of her buttocks, and the nylon sheathed thighs under the hem of her dress.
"Now then, Dan," she spoke as they reached her boudoir, "as your first task, you will run a tub for me, undress me, and bathe me."
Gulping, Dan stood rooted to the spot. Only when she repeated the command was he able to move into the bathroom and run the tub. When the big tub was filled, Edith checked the temperature of the water and told him it was just right. As she added perfumed oil to the water, Edith informed him that he would be expected to do that in the future.
"Now, Dan," she told him when they returned to the bedroom, "you will strip naked and prepare to attend to my bath."
"You mean ... right here?" he asked, his voice trembling as his body was doing.
"I do not mean right anywhere else," she replied firmly.
His fingers fumbling badly, Dan managed to get undressed. In doing so, he displayed his erect penis.
Without commenting on his state of arousal, Edith ordered him to begin undressing her. In his excitement and inexperience, he was clumsy, but managed to remove her dress. She wore no slip, and the sight of the shapely woman in brief black bra and panties set new fires of desire burning in him.
Sitting on the bed then, she had him remove her nylons, showing him how to roll them down her thighs and legs, smiling as his fingers trembled at the touch of her.
The hooks of her bra gave him trouble, but she offered no help, it was something he had to learn. Sweating profusely, he managed it at last and she held her arms out for him to strip the garment away.
Dan emitted a little gasp at the sight of her naked breasts, and she smiled warmly.
"When a woman takes her bra off," she told him, "she usually rubs her breasts to remove the feeling of confinement. Do it for me."
She had to guide him, but soon he was fondling her silken globes and feeling the hardening nipples under his trembling hands. After a little while she told him he had done well, and that he should then take her panties off.
As she stood beside the bed, her feet a little apart, Dan bent and began lowering her panties. He gaped at the beauty of her nude body as the small garment went down, the triangle of black pubic hair, the firm, round buttocks and flawless thighs, excitingly tapered and gently curved.
"You act as though you've never seen a naked woman before, Dan," she commented as she looked down while he slipped the panties off her feet.
"I ... I never did, Miss," he managed to mumble.
"Then you will have much to learn if you are to remain in my employ. I shall start your training at once."
His training consisted of a detailed examination of her body with his hands as well as his eyes. The tour included everything except what he most wanted to see and touch, her vulva. It even included parting her buttocks to see and touch her anus.
"Now then," she said as she sat on the edge of the bed, "you will learn about the most sensitive part of a woman, the portion you will serve most."
With that, Edith fell back on the bed, raised her legs and parted them in a wide, erotic vee. As she did, she ordered him to kneel close to the bed. She told him the four letter word by which she referred to her vulva and had him repeat the word five times.
She then described the act of cunnilingus, and in doing so showed him with his finger the location of her clitoris.
"When you're doing it," she went on, "your tongue must find my clitoris and work on it until I have an orgasm. Have no fear, you'll know when that happens."
"I think I do," he replied when Edith asked if he understood the act.
"Then let us make sure, Dan. Bring your mouth to it and kiss it hard and lovingly. After that, use your tongue and make me have an orgasm. Lick your lips first. That's it."
Trembling, the boy brought his face between her thighs, inhaled the musk of woman, then, with a little cry, held her hips with his hands as he pressed his mouth into her crotch and felt warm, soft lips against his.
He felt her body tremble this time, felt her thighs close on him for a second, then part again. When the kiss had lasted for about a half minute, Edith told him to get his tongue into action and he obeyed eagerly.
Dan worked well in the perfumed confinement of her crotch, and it was not long before he triggered her orgasm. She panted and groaned, her body threshing on the wide bed until Dan became frightened. When her thighs released his head, he looked at her face and saw that he had no reason to be afraid.
"You did that very well, Dan," she told him when her breath returned. "I shall call on you to perform very often. So, I suspect, will my maid."
While Dan was still blinking, she got up and went into the bathroom. After more hot water had been added, she had him help her get into the tub, then taught him how to bathe a woman. Before the bath ended, Dan felt dizzy with excitement.
Again following her instructions, he toweled her body and spread lotion all over it, his nervous hands rubbing gently over her lush, silken contours.
"That will be all for this evening, Dan," she said, running her fingers through his curly hair. "Before you leave though, get the panties you took off me and bring them to me."
Sorry then that it was all over, the boy hurried to the bedroom and returned with her panties. He held them out to her, but she waved them away.
"I can't let you go to your room in that state," she told him, her hand closing around his stiff, throbbing penis. "Take the panties in your left hand, take your penis in your right, and masturbate into my panties. I want you to drain yourself."
"You ... you mean..."
"I mean pull yourslf off and shoot into my panties. Tomorrow you will wash the panties. You will look after all of my lingerie and nylons as part of your duties. Now get started or I shall spank you."
Trembling, feeling the eyes of the naked woman on him, Dan began to masturbate. It was only a matter of seconds before his body jerked and twitched and, bending a little from the waist, he spurted his semen into the nylon panties in his hand. He was very careful to avoid spilling any of it.
"You may go to your room now, Dan," she told him. "Take my panties with you."
Completely exhausted, Dan staggered to his room. Putting the panties down carefully on the chair beside his bed, he tried to convince himself that it was not just a dream, that he had actually seen and experienced everything and that he would not wake to find himself back in the hateful institution.
He fell asleep quickly and slept soundly until he was awakened by sounds of laughter coming from the next room. For a minute, he lay wondering what the women were laughing at, then he remembered the keyhole. Hurrying from his bed, he dropped to his knees and pressed an eye to the lighted aperture.
Edith was lying on the bed naked, while the maid stood by the bed. As he arrived on the scene, she was just dropping her bra and pushing her panties down. She wore nothing else, and Dan saw that her body was perhaps even more beautiful than Edith's.
While he watched, the maid climbed onto the bed and the women embraced, kissing passionately and fondling each other as they writhed in lust.
He remained at the door for a long time, and learned much about the art of lesbian love, including mutual cunnilingus which they performed twice before the light was finally turned off and the maid left her mistress alone.
The next morning, Dan learned more about the tasks he was to perform for his strange mistress. He was summoned to her room where she told him she wished to use the toilet. He stood beside the toilet while she sat naked performing her functions. He became sexually aroused at once.
When she finished, she instructed him how to fold the tissue to wipe her vulva, then called for more tissue. Leaning forward on the fur covered seat, she instructed him to wipe her anus and warned him to be very thorough or he would regret it.
The meaning of the warning became clear when she stood, turned her back to him and bent from the waist, her lush buttocks beautifully presented.
"I shall always expect you to ensure that I have been properly cleansed after using the toilet, Dan," she told him. "Part my cheeks and lick all the way up and down until I tell you to stop."
For a moment, Dan couldn't believe it, then his hands were on the fleshy mounds, drawing them apart and seeing that the valley and the little pink ring in the center was completely clean.
With some trepidation, he began to lick, then passion took over and as he held her smooth hips, he licked greedily until she told him to stop.
If Edith had anticipated any difficulty in training the boy to serve her, then he surprised her. No matter what she demanded, he was always eager to gratify.
It was always a thrill to be called to her room to bury his face between her thighs and bring her to climax with his mouth and tongue. No less thrilling to him was the order to turn her over so that she could arch her posterior and have him tongue her anus for a long, lovely time while his eager hands caressed her smooth, well fleshed hips and thighs, a hand straying, when she commanded, into her crotch to find her clitoris and bring on a fleshy explosion.
Dan was stunned when he first saw the uniform that had been provided for him. It consisted of a garter belt, sheer nylons, sheer nylon panties, and a short, black satin skirt which barely covered the tops of his nylons when he stood straight. When he bent, the skirt rode up to show the seat of his little panties. A pair of gleaming black pumps completed the outfit.
The maid taught him how to walk and act in a completely feminine manner, and spent much time with him as he learned eagerly. When he did well, she rewarded him by allowing him to perform cunnilingus and by giving him her anus to tongue.
Dan's story is not finished, it has merely suspended. like all young Americans serving in Viet Nam, he is anxious to survive and return home, to a very special home where he will resume his duties as a very personal maid.
CASE HISTORY ELEVEN
Frequently, a growing girl, especially one who does not enjoy a good relationship with her mother, feels the need for a mature female friend, a substitute mother who can share her secrets, listen to her problems, and offer advice and friendship.
Not all girls with this need find the woman friend they seek, not all who find her, find exactly what they were looking for.
The story of Fran demonstrates how this girl-woman relationship can lead to unexpected consequences.
Fran was the oldest of three children of a middle class family. Her parents were deeply religious, and her mother was determined that Fran should be come a nun. Far from agreeing with her mother on this point, Fran shuddered at the thought of hiding her body under black robes and living the rest of her life closeted with other women praying and singing hymns.
At fifteen, she felt old enough to date, and since she was an attractive girl with a nicely developing figure, she would have had no trouble finding boys who wanted to date her. When she attempted to discuss this with her mother, Fran ran into a storm of anger and received a warning that she would be punished if she were caught with a boy.
Fran had always been an obedient girl, and although she felt her mother was being old fashioned and unfair, she went along with the decision and turned down boys who wanted to date her.
She was doing just that one afternoon after school when her mother, passing the scene on a bus, saw her. Fran talked to the boy for only a few minutes, then went straight home to meet her very angry mother.
As she walked in the door, Fran heard her mother's angrily shouted demand that she go to her at once. Her two younger brothers flashed her a look which told her they either knew or sensed that she was in trouble and was going to be spanked.
That was the worst part. Spankings were painful enough the way her mother administered them, but the knowledge that they listened when she got one, heard the sound of the wooden backed brush slapping her bare bottom, and giggled about it, made the whole thing more painful.
As she reached her mother's room, Fran almost felt waves of anger radiating from the stout, strong woman who had been in the act of changing her dress, and stood, hands on her hips, clad in a plain black, rayon slip.
Angrily, she told her daughter that she had caught her with a boy. Patiently, Fran explained that he was a boy from her class and that he had asked her for a date and she had refused.
But that wasn't good enough for her mother. If a boy asked her for a date, she reasoned, he must have had good reason to. While Fran still tried desperately to convince her mother that she had done nothing wrong, the woman went to her dresser and picked up the dreaded brush.
Fran saw that there was no way of escaping the spanking. She knew her younger brothers would be outside the door just waiting for her spanking to begin, perhaps even peeping through the keyhole to see her taking her panties down and going over her mother's lap to have her bare behind spanked. She wondered how much of her they saw each time she received a spanking.
When her mother sat on the edge of the bed and motioned with the brush, Fran didn't have to be told what was expected of her. With a sigh of resignation, she reached up under her skirt and pulled her panties well down below her plump bottom. Taking the few steps to the seated woman, she pulled her skirt up to her waist and draped herself over the waiting lap.
Taking a firm grip on the girl, the woman began to spank, the smooth back of the brush slapping hard on the sensitive young buttocks. Fran tried not to cry and further entertain her brothers, but, as usual, that was hopeless.
In a very short time, Fran was crying and kicking her pretty legs, her panties slipping farther down. He mother had promised a good spanking, but she delivered more than that, and while the pained girl cried and pleaded, both chubby cheeks were painted a bright, painful red.
When it was over and the tearful girl was pulling her panties up over her burning behind, she was sure she heard footsteps moving away from the door outside.
That same evening, Fran was alone in the house when a friend of her mother's dropped in. The woman, Gina, was a career woman in her late thirties who had never married. Fran liked her and enjoyed talking with her since she was so different from her mother, and seemed to understand the problems of girls.
In the course of the conversation, Fran told what had happened that afternoon, and the woman agreed that it had been unfair. Later, Fran told Gina how much she enjoyed chatting with her and how she wished she could do so more often. When Gina promised she would do something about it so that they could spend more time together, Fran sensed she was serious and wanted the chats as much as she did.
When the family returned, Gina talked with the mother for a little while, and suggested it would be nice if Fran came to visit her once in a while. When she pointed out that having a woman friend might take her mind off boys, the ploy worked.
Just to cinch the deal, Gina told the woman that she would drop the odd hint to the girl about becoming a nun.
The following day, Fran finished her homework early, did the dinner dishes, as usual, then hurried to the apartment of her friend.
They chatted easily about many things, especially the unfairness of Fran's mother. Fran was curious about boys and the fun of dating and necking. It surprised her to find that Gina was not enthusiastic about males.
"Darn it, Gina," she pouted, "I'd still like to find out what it's like to neck and get a guy all worked up."
"You've never necked at all?" Gina asked.
"Never," Fran replied sadly.
"Oh you poor dear," Gina said, warmly, "aimost sixteen and never been kissed. Come and sit here," Gina patted the couch beside her, "and I'll add to your education."
Thinking that the woman was going to tell her intimate details of necking she had done, Fran hurried to sit beside the woman. She felt comforted when Gina slipped an arm around her and held her warmly.
"I've done lots of necking and more," Gina told her in a warm whisper. "It can be wonderful if it's done right. How would you like to find out what it's like?" As she asked, Gina drew the girl a little closer.
"What do you mean?" Fran asked tremblingly.
"Close your eyes dear ... that's it, just keep them closed and trust me. Doesn't this feel nice?" Her right hand moved gently over Fran's cheek.
Licking her lips, Gina brought her mouth to Fran's and kissed trembling lips. At first, the kiss was gentle, then Fran's moment of shock passed, and Gina, reading the signals like the experienced lesbian she was, held the girl with both arms and kissed passionately.
Well before the kiss ended, Fran's arms tightened around the woman and she kissed as fiercely as she was being kissed. She felt the woman's breasts mashing against hers, and this added to the wild arousal that quickly took control of her.
"Oh, Gina," Fran sighed as the kiss ended but their faces stayed close, cheek to cheek. "Is that the way it is when a boy kisses you?"
"I'm afraid boys aren't very good kissers. They just use it to get into a girl's panties. It takes a woman to know how to kiss a woman."
"But isn't that ... dirty?"
"Did it seem dirty to you dear? I didn't think it was."
"Oh, no, Gina, I didn't mean it that way. I mean isn't it a sin?'
"What's a sin, Fran, two women kissing and making love and making each other feel wonderful, or a mother spanking her daughter just because she talked to a boy?"
"You do make it sound so right, Gina," Fran sighed.
"I can make it feel right too, Fran. The way you kiss tells me you're more woman than girl. I can show you a lot of woman things."
"Like what, Gina?"
"Like how women touch, for instance. When a boy wants to feel a girl's leg, he grabs, he's rough and his fingers hurt. A woman is different. I'll show you."
Gina brought their mouths together again, and Fran responded to the kiss instantly, eagerly.
Gina's hand moved down to a nylon sheathed knee, and began to move slowly upward under Fran's skirt and half slip.
When the hand reached the top of the nylon, it squeezed gently, then moved to bare thigh and fondled it warmly, moving down the firm slope to the smooth, sensitive inner thigh.
Gina moved her hand higher, almost to the girl's panties, then her heart leaped as Fran instinctively parted her thighs. Pulling the girl more tightly against her, Gina pressed a hand on the warm crotch of the little panties and felt Fran tremble with unaccustomed desire in her tight embrace.
"Keep your eyes closed dear," Gina whispered then, "I'm just going to leave you for a second."
She thought she heard a little sob as she took her hand out of Fran's crotch and got to her feet. She slipped out of her dress quickly, snugged the sheer, black nylon panties around her, checked the matching bra with the semi cups and wide cleavage, then told Fran to open her eyes.
Fran blinked, opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out.
"Don't you like, Fran?" she asked, smiling as she stood with her feet apart, her breasts rising and falling in their precarious confinement.
"Wow, Gina, what a figure."
"Just think, Fran, if we were both dressed like this, how great it would be when we kiss and caress. We could touch each other all over."
Sitting on the couch again, Gina turned and began to unbutton the plain white blouse Fran wore. She saw the girl's lips tremble, but felt confident there would be no protest. When the blouse was open, Fran helped her take it off.
"What a beautiful pair you have, baby," she whispered reverently as she closed a hand strongly over one cup of the girl's bra. "They're real too, you sure don't need any padding here."
Fran gave a little cry of despair, then both her hands reached for Gina's breasts. As she did, Gina reached behind her back, unfastened the strapless bra and allowed it to fall away. When she pulled Fran's face down to her breasts, Gina heard a faint, muffled cry, then felt lips kissing her full, ripe breasts.
Her skilled fingers easily unfastened the girl's bra, then she pulled Fran up, stared at her proud, young, pink tipped breasts for a few seconds, then bent and closed her mouth over one.
As she sucked, she felt the girl squirming, and heard the sound of a zipper that told her Fran wanted to take her skirt off. When she took her mouth away from the firm globe, Gina saw that it was shining with moisture, the nipple hard and elongated.
"Raise your ass, dear," Gina told her, "and I'll slip your skirt off."
Fran obeyed eagerly, and in a moment, both skirt and slip had been pushed down her legs. She lifted her feet, and the garments fell away. like Gina, she was nude except for garter belt, nylons and panties.
They fell back on the couch then, writhing in passionate embrace, their naked breasts rubbing and mashing, wet mouths clinging and whispering words of lust alternately.
In the embrace of the woman, Fran sensed that she would soon be involved in something even more shocking, something that would have shocked her an hour before, but she wanted to do anything and everything Gina wanted. For the first time in her life, she was tasting ecstasy and the flavor was maddeningly exciting.
She felt Gina break the embrace, then felt warm hands pulling her panties down and completely off. Lips ran over her thighs and buttocks, then she was turned over and her buttocks were being kissed and licked.
Gina turned her over slowly again and her lips kissed around her hip and low onto her belly, her nose grazing in the neat triangle of pubic hair adorning her mons veneris.
Fran felt strong yet gentle hands move under her warm thighs and draw them wide apart while raising them up high over her. Gina was staring into her crotch, her face close, her warm, moist breath warming her crotch even more than her own passion had done.
She saw Gina lick her lips, then her mouth was pressing hotly on her virginal vulva, her tongue licking slowly in a way that drove the girl wild with lust. With an animal grunt, Gina clasped the firm young buttocks and pulled upward as her face pressed down and she began lapping greedily, her tongue deep in the young vagina sending electric shock waves through Fran's entire body.
Orgasm was something Fran had heard about from the girls at school, but had never experienced. When it exploded, it came like a delicious death and caused her to cry out loudly.
Gina pulled her mouth away from the wet, hot vulva as climax got underway, but she held the girl tightly, her face resting on a silken thigh, wet with perspiration and with woman juice.
In a little while, Gina moved up on the bed and took Fran into her arms again. In hushed tones, Fran told her how wonderful it had been, and tried to describe the feel of her first orgasm.
"Should I do it to you?" she asked quietly.
"Later, darling, I'd love to have you do it. We'll save it for next time, it will give you something to think about."
"All right, Gina, but take your panties off and let me see yours. I've never seen one and I'll bet yours is lovely."
"Thank you, dear, but if you want my panties off, you'll have to take them off yourself, I'm not going to do it for you," Gina teased.
Sensing that it was a game, Fran pushed Gina down onto the couch and began pulling her panties down. Continuing the game, Gina pressed her thighs tightly together and pressed down on the couch so that as the panties cleared her shapely buttocks they were held there.
Fran gave her a playful spank which caused Gina to wriggle her buttocks and ask for more. Fran had been on the receiving end of spankings often enough to know how to do it. Determined to get Gina's panties off, she delivered a shower of stinging slaps until the woman raised her tummy from the couch and let Fran strip her panties off.
She stopped teasing then as she turned over and drew her legs up and open to display her warm crotch. With a boldness that amazed her, Fran peered into the depths of the woman's crotch, then sent her hand to explore what she saw there.
"I'm going to kiss it anyway," Fran told her, excitedly.
"All right, dear," Gina told her. "Give pussy a nice little kiss with your sweet lips."
Bending as Gina had done over her, Fran brought her face between the smooth thighs and inhaled deeply. It was a heady perfume, mysterious and suggestive of jungles and primitive creatures.
With her fingers, she parted the soft moist lips and stared at the hot looking red interior. The labia were still parted when she brought her mouth down on it with a kiss which thrilled them both.
And then there was no stopping, there could be none. Fran had tasted woman and she had to go all the way even though Gina had told her not to.
"No, baby ... no-o..." Gina panted, her body jerking and twitching, her thighs rubbing the girl whose face was buried between them. "No ... noooooooooooo ... aaaaahhhhhh..."
Innocent as she was, Fran was able to guess that the woman would climax quickly as she went on lapping and fondling the writhing woman under her. Her guess proved right, and she trembled when Gina plunged crying into orgasm, thighs squeezing her hot, wet face, a wet crotch rubbing and twitching against her mouth and nose.
"Fran, baby," Gina panted after a little while, "for a beginner, you're pretty damn good. I thought my whole belly was going that time."
"I'm glad you liked it, Gina, I really loved doing it. Will we do it often from now on?"
"As often as we can without your mother getting suspicious, angel."
Gina kept her word and they met often after that. As Fran grew older, her body matured beautifully so that Gina once told her she was sure that she could climax just by looking at her in the nude.
A few times, Fran was allowed to go away on vacation with Gina and they were wonderful times as they made love day and night, swam naked in the moonlight and performed mutual cunnilingus on sun warmed grass with songbirds cheering them on.
On graduation from high school, Fran wanted to go on to university, but her parents balked. Her mother wanted her to go into a convent. Education, she stated flatly, was an invention of the devil to take people away from God and His church.
Fran talked it over with Gina, and was stunned when the woman insisted on paying her way. In the state in which she lived, she was able to leave home without parental consent, so there was no problem there.
A problem did develop though when Gina insisted that Fran attend an out of state college where a friend of Gina's could arrange to have her enrolled even on such short notice.
Fran refused to even consider it, since it would mean leaving her beloved Gina.
"That's the reason for it all, darling," Gina told her.
"I don't understand. You mean you want to get rid of me?"
"You make it sound cruel, Fran, so I'll try to explain. I didn't intend to fall in love with you, but that's what I did. I'm too old for you, baby, and it could only lead to broken hearts."
"But I don't want to leave. I love you too, Gina," Fran protested.
"Then you're going for sure, baby. I really am old enough to be your mother. You'll meet girls your own age in college, beautiful young ones. I'll find another partner, someone closer to my age."
Woman and girl spent the rest of the summer arguing, but Gina was not to be moved. When the time came, Fran went away tearfully to college. Gina drove her there and they spent a loving weekend together before Gina left.
Fran did find lesbian partners in coUege, and did well in both an academic and a sexual sense. In time, she graduated as a doctor and went into practice in another city where I had the pleasure of meeting her.
When I last heard from Fran, she was living in a lesbian marriage with a beautiful young nurse two years younger than she. Fran was then happy, and showed no interest in ever exploring the possibilities of heterosexual activities.
Once a year, she makes a sentimental journey to spend a few days with Gina to relive old times and to say thanks in her own very special way. That Gina is showing signs of age now doesn't matter, to Fran, she will always be young and beautiful and will always be warmly remembered as the woman who led her gently along the path to Lesbos.
CASE HISTORY TWELVE
We usually think in terms of sexual patterns being set early in life, and in fact, so many of the case histories we have seen, show that childhood experiences frequently dictate adult behavior, and yet, there are exceptions.
One such is the case of Jane. She married at the age of seventeen, had two children, became a widow at the age of thirty-three, and found herself alone, her children gone when she was thirty-seven.
Her marriage had been reasonably good, though not sexually exciting. She and her husband enjoyed sexual intercourse, in the later years, two or three times a month, but with little or no variation and almost a minimum of foreplay.
It was at that point she met Henry, a negro accountant who worked for the same company. Casual friendship developed into love, and then, to the horror of many of her friends, they married and she became the step mother of a sixteen year old boy named Kent.
Prior to their marriage, Henry and Jane had not engaged in any sexual activity but after the marriage, Jane quickly discovered that she had found an excellent and imaginative lover.
He delighted in foreplay, stripping naked then undressing his wife slowly with much kissing and fondling. In the course of foreplay, he invariably brought her to climax my means of cunnilingus, an act that was both new and thrilling to Jane.
Delighted with her new way of life, she admitted that she had much to learn and promised to do her best. Taking her at her word, Henry told her that he would love to have her perform fellatio on him.
That night, when they went to bed, she asked him to play with her and warm her up. Sensing what she was going to try, Henry warmed her up beautifully, sucking her breasts, kissing her thighs, buttocks and anus, and performing cunnilingus all the way to orgasm.
With less difficulty than she had feared, Jane pushed her husband down onto his back and, gazing at his splendid, erect, dark penis, she closed her hand around it and licked a film of moisture over her full lips.
She felt herself trembling not with fear but with erotic excitement as she lowered her face to him, her mouth opening wide. And then her lips felt the velvet texture of the bared head, swollen with desire, and she thrilled at the feel. She opened her mouth a little wider, pressed her face down, then, with a muffled groan of lust, she took the entire head inside her moist mouth.
Previously, he had told her how fellatio was performed, how to work the penis in and out of the mouth, how to hold and squeeze the hard shaft. She remembered everything and sensed that she was performing well. His reactions assured her that she was right.
As she used her mouth like an aggressive vagina raping a penis, sliding up and down on it, she felt the hard organ throbbing and found herself looking forward to the explosion that would send his semen spurting into her mouth.
A low growl of passion followed by a series of panted grunts and a tensing of his body told her he was on the verge of ejaculation. At the same time he warned her verbally that he was ready.
At the moment of ejaculation, his penis seemed to expand, then the rich fluid was shooting strongly into her mouth. She swallowed it as fast as he could feed it to her.
When the flow stopped and he took his spent penis from her, Henry pulled her down on top of him and they kissed passionately. The kiss was so passionate that it seemed to Jane to be a continuation of the act of fellatio.
After that, Henry was often forced to stop her from claiming his penis with her mouth, and would have to push her down on the bed to have sexual intercourse. Often, during quiet evenings at home, Jane would ask if she could perform fellatio on him and when he smilingly agreed, she would kneel in front of his chair, take his penis out and drain it with her mouth.
For the first month, their marriage was perfect, then a cloud appeared on their horizon in the form of Kent, Henry's sixteen year old son. In the beginning, he had treated Jane with respect and friendship, suddenly, almost overnight, his attitude changed so that he became sullen, bad mannered and openly hostile toward her.
Hoping it was a temporary thing, Jane took it for a few days, then, when his attitude persisted, Jane followed him to his room when he returned from school one afternoon and asked him what had gone wrong.
For a little while, he hedged, obviously wanting to tell, but afraid to let go. Working patiently, Jane finally broke through the barrier and saw tears welling up in his eyes as he began to talk.
Haltingly at first, then with words flowing in a torrent, he told her how his mother used to spank him when he got out of line, and how he missed and needed his spankings.
"You mean hard spankings, Kent?" she asked, confused and stunned.
"Real hard. Hard enough to make me cry plenty and leave my ass stinging for a long time."
"And you want me to spank you that way?"
"Yes," he said quietly, his head bowed, his eyes averting hers.
"It's all right, dear," Jane told him, slipping an arm around his waist. "Of course I'll spank you when you need it. I'm glad you finally broke down and told me about it. Tell me how she spanked you."
His eyes shining, Kent told how he had never been spanked until one day, when he was just fourteen, his mother caught him playing with his penis. Taking him to her bedroom, she scolded him as she took his pants and shorts down, sat on her bed and, taking him over her lap, spanked him soundly.
"It hurt like blazes," he went on, "but I was sorry when she stopped. When I got off her lap, my (penis) was stiff as a rod. She got a funny look on her face, then she pulled me close to her and (masturbated) me until I shot all over her dress."
"I'll give you a spanking, Kent, but I couldn't do more than that. Will that do?"
"Yes," he said excitedly as he went to his dresser and returned with an old fashioned wooden backed brush. "This is the one she used. I kept it. Sometimes when I'm alone in the house I spank myself with it, but that isn't enough. Really give it to me, make me cry hard and don't stop."
Jane wondered if she could go through with it, but told herself she would have to, for his sake. She had never spanked her own children, but it seemed like a simple enough thing.
Putting the brush down on the bed, she called the boy close to her and began trying to scold him. It wasn't easy at first, but remembering his bad manners of the previous few days, it began to come more easily.
As she unfastened his belt and prepared to take his pants down, she hoped he wouldn't notice how her hands trembled with excitement. His pants fell and she saw a bulge in the front of his shorts that was much bigger than she would have expected for a boy of sixteen.
With some difficulty, she pulled his tight briefs down and gave a little gasp at what she saw. His penis was much longer and bigger around than his father's. Later, she was to learn that it measured eight inches from base to tip and was still growing.
"Get over my lap for your spanking, Kent," she ordered, trying to keep her tone firm.
"Please pull your dress up, Mummy," he asked, using the term mummy for the first time since she had met him.
Unable to resist, she stood and pulled the hem of her dress up to her hips before sitting on the bed and offering him her thighs to he across. She saw and almost felt eyes feasting on her big firm thighs, moving from the expanded tops of her nylons and following her suspenders up to the tops of her thighs. She was unable to resist staring at the erect penis, throbbing and twitching, the skin drawn back to reveal the mammoth head.
Jane felt it brush strongly against her as his strong young body lay over her thighs. The touch of him sent shivers through her and she sensed that she had done wrong in agreeing to give him a spanking.
Still, she couldn't back down then. As she continued to scold him, she held him with her left hand as she picked up the brush and gazed again at the smooth, brown buttocks that waited, twitching impatiently in anticipation of the slapping brush.
Her hand came down, the brush slapped a firm, meaty cheek and the boy gave a little gasp, his body pressing and rubbing her thighs, his penis throbbing stiffly against her.
"Harder," he grunted.
Wildly aroused by the sudden thrill of spanking a bared bottom, something she hadn't expected, Jane made the next spank much harder and brought a cry from him.
"Oh, Mummy, Mummy ... sob ... don't spank my ass ... sob ... I'll be good Mummy..."
Surprised and delighted at how easy and exciting it was to spank, Jane went on to administer a sound spanking while Kent cried and pleaded for mercy. Knowing that it was just an act to intensify his enjoyment, she shrugged off his pleas and went on spanking hard.
"No, Kent ... I'm not going to ... SPANK ... stop spanking until ... SPANK ... your ass is on fire ... SPANK ... I'm going to ... SPANK ... teach you to be a good by ... SPANK ... like this ... SPANK ... and this ... SPANK ... and this...."
Jane wondered when she should stop, when he would have taken enough, but he solved the problem for her by throwing himself off her lap. Scrambling to his feet, he stood for a few seconds feeling the tingle in his buttocks with both hands, his erect penis swaying before her eyes and seeming to grow bigger by the moment.
And then, his right hand wrapped around the stiff shaft and he began to masturbate, his eyes feasting on her thighs.
Completely out of control, Jane heard herself give one little cry, then she was on her knees before him, pulling his hand away from his penis and attempting to stuff it into her mouth. In her state of arousal, she fumbled a few times before she stuffed the swollen head into her mouth, then she was sucking greedily while the boy groaned and trembled.
With her other hand, Jane probed between his thighs and found him big and heavy, promising a generous drink. The hand moved and she caressed the hot buttocks, patting and squeezing.
His groaning changed suddenly to short, harsh pants, and Jane knew he was about to deliver. Her hand squeezed the stiff shaft, then she felt the big head expanding and shooting the rich fluid into her mouth. His ejaculation continued for a long lovely time. His knees were weak as he pulled his penis from her mouth. Jane saw a pearl of semen form on the end of it as it dangled, limp but long, and reaching to take the spent organ in her hand, she licked the drop away with her tongue, squeezing his penis again and producing a few more drops.
"Jeez," he panted, "that was really something. That was the first time for me, that way."
"I know I shouldn't have done that, Kent," she told him, her head bowed in guilt, "but I couldn't help it. I just had to do it."
"Please don't feel that way, Jane," he pleaded, his voice warm and gentle. "You made me feel so good. That was the best thing that ever happened. Please promise you'll do it again."
"I don't know, Kent, I just don't know. I know it's wrong, I know I shouldn't. ... . ... just don't know ... your father..." she stopped in confusion.
"Mother and I kept it our little secret," he told her. "She said it would only hurt him if he found out. We could do the same."
"You'll have to let me think about it, Kent," she told him. "Pull your pants up now. I love your father very much and I don't want to hurt him in any way."
"So did my mother, Jane, but she helped me and never hurt him. Please don't turn me down or I'll kill myself. I really mean that."
Alone, Jane tried to consider the whole picture. There was no way she could convince herself that what she had done with the boy was right, and yet, she sensed that she was not going to be able to resist doing it again and again. Before long, she realized she was going to have to stop thinking of what had happened and recover her composure before Henry got home.
The next day, when Kent arrived home from school early, Jane was dressed in her best lingerie complete with a garter belt and dark, sheer nylons. She had not been able to reach any decision which satisfied her conscience, but she knew it would be impossible to refuse if he asked her to go to his room with him. She sensed too that this time, they would go farther.
Jane promised herself that she would stop short of sexual intercourse, but that was the best she could promise.
Kent's eyes went wide at the sight of his step mother in a simple, form fitting black dress with a low cut top which gave a nice display of cleavage of white, well rounded, firm breasts.
"You're beautiful," he gasped, excitedly. "Does this mean you're not going to refuse me?"
"I'm afraid it does, Kent, but I must warn you that no matter what we do, we must not go as far as having sexual intercourse. I want you to promise to help me in case we lose control."
He promised that he wouldn't do it even if she asked, then they went to his bedroom. She moved into his arms and they kissed passionately, his hands moving over her firm body, his breathing becoming labored, his penis stiff and straining against her.
When he asked her to, she removed her dress and half slip. Her lovely white body appeared even whiter in contrast to black bra and panties and the dark nylons. Pulling her down onto the bed, he fondled her body avidly and she felt arousal taking full control of her.
Without her asking, Kent got off the bed and hurriedly stripped naked. Again she was startled by the size of his penis. When she closed a hand around it, it throbbed with thrilling strength.
Jane allowed him to remove her bra, and she thought he was going to cry at the sight of her flawless, white breasts which were made whiter by the brownish aureoles and pinkish nipples. After he had fondled them for a little while, she held his head and fed one into his mouth. He sucked it greedily and was amazed by the elongation and hardening of her nipples.
When he began to take her panties down, Jane stopped him.
"Don't worry, dear," she assured him, "I will let you strip me naked, but first, I want you to take me over your lap and spank me with my panties pulled down. Would you like to?"
"Would I ever. I never spanked anybody and it looks like you have a really beautiful ass." To emphasize the message, he caressed her buttocks through her panties and thrilled at the silken firmness of them.
"Do you want me to spank easy or hard?" he asked.
"Not too hard, I guess, but I want you to make me cry."
Helping her off the bed, Kent sat on the edge and Jane stood beside him. He pulled her panties down very slowly in a manner befitting the unveiling of a work of art which, in his eyes, she was.
Both trembled at the fleshy contact as he pulled her down onto his naked thighs and adjusted her into what she hoped was the right position. Through eyes wet with erotic excitement, he gazed at the flawless white hemispheres and luscious thighs.
He had never seen a naked woman, and the fact that her skin was white intensified his enjoyment. Running the hand he would use to spank over her bottom and thighs, he warned her that he wouldn't be able to scold her, but would give a nice stinging spanking that she would enjoy. She hoped the boy was right about her enjoying it.
His hand came down with the first spank, and as it made contact, he held the cheek in a warm caress. Both emitted a little gasp of excitement. He spanked slowly then, and Jane began to sob. After about a half dozen spanks, her buttocks began to take on a warm pink tint and she began to cry.
Understanding how he enjoyed the sting of a spanking, Kent did not stop, but instead, aroused by her crying, his hand began to slap a little more smartly so that Jane soon was crying loudly and kicking her long, lovely legs with a hissing of rubbing nylon which drove the youth wild.
When he did force himself to stop, his hand was on the way down with yet another spank. The sight of her red, writhing bottom shocked him, so that what had started as a spank, became a caress as he fell back on the bed and took her with him.
"Did I spank too hard?" Kent asked with tears in his voice.
"No, Kent, I don't think so. It stung, but it got me all worked up. It feels great now. I didn't know spanking could be so much fun. My ass feels all nice and tingly and warm. I understand now why you like being spanked."
"I'm glad. I was afraid you'd think I was kinky or something."
"No, Kent dear, I couldn't think that about you. I'll want you to take my panties down and spank my ass often. I think I'm going to like it as much as you, maybe even more.
"You couldn't like it more than I do. Will you give me a spanking now, a nice hard one. I really want to cry."
"All right, dear, I'll give you whatever you want. Get over my lap."
"Wait," he said, his voice breaking with passion. "I'd like something different this time, something I've never tried before."
"What, dear?"
"I'll get my belt and you give me a strapping. Maybe I'll lie on the bed and you can double the belt and really lace me with it."
"I will if you really want me to, dear, but won't it hurt a lot?"
"I guess, but I think I'll like it. Tell you what, you take me over your lap first and give me a hand spanking just to warm me up, then get real mad at me and make me lie on the bed for a strapping."
They held a brief conference to ensure that both understood what was to follow, then Kent went to get his belt. While he was gone, Jane slipped her panties off so that only her black garter belt and sheer nylons remained to enhance her lovely white body.
"Will you let me look between your legs?" Kent asked as he returned with his belt. "I've never seen a woman there."
"I will, dear, later. In fact, I'm going to need more than just looking at. Will you do what I want?"
"Yes, Jane, anything you ask. What do you want me to do?"
Jane explained that after she performed fellatio, he would be completely satisfied, but unless he did something for her, she would be left hanging. She went on to explain cunnilingus, and he became obviously excited. He offered to do it at once, but she explained that it would be better if she gave him his spanking first, then his strapping, then, while his bottom was still hot and tingling, he could do it for her.
Accepting her advice, he came to her, his penis swaying, and draped himself over her lush thighs. Using her hand this time rather than the brush, she gave him a brisk spanking and soon had him wriggling and sobbing.
When he turned on the little boy voice and begged her to stop spanking him, Jane applied a brisk flurry of about thirty spanks, her naked breasts dancing with the exertion of her arm.
"Oh Mummy ... Mummy ... my ass ... my ass ... boo hoo hoo," he cried as Jane's fingers dug into his buttocks, "you spanked my poor ass so hard."
"Is that so, Kent. We're really only beginning. Right now, you are going to lie on the bed with your ass up for me to give you a strapping. I'm really going to give it to you this time."
For a while, they went on playing the game, Kent begging for mercy, Jane refusing it. She called a halt when she felt his stiffened penis rubbing her and feared he would ejaculate that way and deprive her of what she wanted, the velvet head filling her mouth and spurting thick semen strongly into it.
"Get up, Kent," she punctuated the command with a sharp spank, "and lie on the bed."
"Oh Mummy, don't give me a strapping. I'll do anything. I'll kiss your (posterior) or your (vulva) or anything, only please don't beat me with the belt."
"We'll discuss that later, Kent. Lie on the bed right now and turn your ass up for some nice leather kisses that will make you cry."
Sobbing loudly, but his eyes shining with excitement, Kent got onto the bed and submitted his already tingling behind. Standing by the bed, the belt doubled in her right hand, Jane paused, wondering about the best position she could assume to apply the belt.
Getting onto the bed, she knelt beside him and decided that would do nicely. Placing her left hand on the small of his smooth, brown back, she raised her right arm, drew a deep breath, and saw his buttocks twitch in anticipation.
The belt came down swiftly, made a loud sound and seemed to caress as it slapped. When she drew it away, she gazed in excitement at the darker line that had been left behind.
"Ooh, Mummy," he sobbed, looking hotly at her, "it hurts, it hurts."
"Yes, Kent, it does, so will this." Again the leather swished and landed just a little below the first dark line.
"Naughty little boys have to be punished ... SLAP ... and you are very naughty ... SLAP ... Mummy has to strap your ass ... SLAP . . nice and hard ... SLAP ... to punish you ... SLAP...."
Punctuating her words with stinging slaps of the belt, Jane went on scolding the crying, threshing boy whose legs and arms nailed madly as his stinging posterior raised to meet each slap.
Jane did not keep count of the number of slaps she had given him, but when she stopped, she guessed he had probably taken between thirty and forty good ones. It was, she told herself, enough for the time being.
"Do you think I should give you some more, Kent?" she asked.
"Oh no, ... sob ... Mummy ... My poor ass is so hot ... sob ... and sore ... please don't."
"What will you do to please me if I stop strapping you?" she inquired.
"I'll do anything, Mummy, anything."
"We'll see, Kent. I'll keep the strap handy just in case you change your mind."
"Tell me what to do, Mummy, I'll do it, you'll see."
"Very well, dear, I'm going to lie on my back and open my legs. You may look in my crotch and see what it looks like, then you must press your mouth right down on my (vulva) and (cunnilingus) until you make me come. Is that clear?"
"Oh yes, Mummy, I want to see your (vulva) and do it with my mouth."
"All right, Kent, I'll lie down now. Get ready dear, I'm told it's always a great thrill for a boy the first time he sees between a woman's legs."
Lying back on the bed, she slowly bent her knees and parted her legs wide. Lovely thighs and sweetly rounded lower portions of buttocks framed her crotch excitingly, and the boy was panting and sweating profusely. There was still a definite tingle in his buttocks, but the strapping was forgotten, his mind reeled at the sight as he bent his head for a closer view.
"There it is, Kent," she told him in a hot whisper, "do you like it?"
"Oh, Jane, it's beautiful. You're beautiful all over."
"Is it beautiful enough to kiss?"
"Oh yes, those pretty pink lips look nice and soft, I want to kiss it."
"They are nice and soft, dear and very warm. When you kiss, they will get nice and juicy. Start now, dear, I'm all wound up and ready for it. Do it nicely, dear, make me scream and kick my legs."
She felt his hands holding her, felt his cheek as it brushed a sensitive inner thigh, then heard herself groan as his mouth pressed onto her vulva. Her body jerked and her crotch rubbed his face.
With an animal growl, Kent clutched her tightly and began performing cunnilingus as adeptly as if he had done it many times before. At first, his tongue probed deeply, lapping the hot moisture, then it went in search of her clitoris, found it and began rasping it.
As she writhed in ecstasy, Jane wondered what there was about the boy that made cunnilingus even more exciting than when his father did it, then she guessed that it was his youth, filled with innocence and eagerness, that so enhanced the pleasure of the act.
But there was little time for thinking. Jane had been highly aroused for a long time, through two spankings and a strapping, and orgasm was close, waiting impatiently to be triggered into erotic explosion.
It required little more than a minute before she felt the hot tendrils of passion lashing deep in her belly, building, tensing, then exploding with such force that she heard her scream ringing through the house.
Her strong thighs clamped tightly, imprisoning the boy, rubbing him in a frantic massage, her warm, wet crotch bathing his perspiring face.
Slowly, deliriously, the waves of passion stopped pounding and began to receed, leaving in their wake, a warm glow of pure content. She opened her eyes to see Kent staring at her, concern registered on his wet face.
"Was it bad?" he asked innocently and with sincerity.
"No, darling," she sighed. "It was very good, in fact, it was wonderful. Your father is a great lover, but even he was never that good."
He smiled, glowing with pride as he knelt up to show his erect, swaying penis so urgently in need of attention. Seeing it, Jane rolled over and claimed it with a smooth, warm hand.
Kent watched her lick her full, red lips, and trembled in the knowledge of the wonderful thing that she was going to do to him.
Instead of taking his penis into her mouth immediately, she held the shaft and licked the swollen head until it was covered with a shining film of moisture. After that, Jane raised the head and licked the under surface, her tongue teasing the big, sensitive vein and causing him to squirm. "Now ... now," he panted.
Afraid that he was going to ejaculate instantly, Jane hurriedly stuffed the big head into her mouth and, her jaws fully stretched, began to suck greedily.
He was not quite as close as she had feared, but there was not very much time. In less than a minute, she felt it throb, expand, then shoot a full load of semen into her hot mouth. She drank greedily.
Until Kent went away to college, they met often in his room and exchanged stimulating spankings before graduating to cunnilingus and fellatio which were, for both of them, the high point of their every session.
For a while, Jane missed Kent terribly, then she began to adjust. Her husband was still a good and generous lover and, except for the spankings she so missed, Jane became a happy woman again.
After graduation, Kent married a beautiful young woman of his own color whom he taught the pleasure of spanking and oral sex.
He remains faithful to his wife, as Jane does to her husband, but with one exception. From time to time, when they are assured of privacy, they still meet for spankings, cunnilingus and fellatio.
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And so we reach the end of another volume in the wide, usually wonderful world of human sexual behavior.
I would be a fool to pretend that we have covered the subject of oral and anal sex completely, no volume could do that, no matter what its length.
If demand justifies it, I shall return to the subject with another volume. Failing that, there are other areas to be explored, other persons to be reached with my gospel of understanding.
To those who may have considered oral and or anal sex abhorrent unnatural or revolting, I say this: you have been given a glimpse into a world frequented by other people with tastes not the same as your own.
You have seen, I trust, that they are, in many ways, people like yourself, basically good people with different tastes. Accept them as they are, as they would accept you and your tastes.
As always, this has been the purpose of writing this book, to strip away human facades and to show that under them we are all alike, homo sapiens in search of understanding and love.
Give that, my friends, give it generously and others will give it to you. Others may preach a gospel of happiness after death, my message offers happiness and contentment before death.
