Paedophilia, a relatively rare phenomenon, describes "that form of compulsive deviation in which an adult engages in sexual contact with a child of either sex. There are many sex offenders who seek sexual gratification by enticing children of various ages to participate in sexual activities involving either fellatio, pederasty, cunnilingus, or fondling of the sexual organs. Most paedophiliacs are men. However, offenders have also been known to exist among women." (Frank S. Caprio, M. D., Variations in Sexual Behavior, p. 250.)
The cases in this book are devoted to the relations between adult women, usually in their late thirties or older, and young males, generally of high school or of college age. The cases have been collected from a variety of sources, generally psychiatrists or physicians who have heard of our research and cooperated with our goal of increasing knowledge about the forms of sexual psychopathology.
We have chosen to present the case histories in the patients' own words. The histories given here were transcribed from tapes recording the patients' own stories; they were placed beside a tape recorder and invited to describe the details of their relations with young males. Occasionally we have edited portions of the typescript to remove redundancies or repetitions but this has been minor; for the most part the cases are presented exactly as the patient gave them. In every case the words are the patients' own words.
As Dr. Frank Caprio, one of the more astute researchers in the field of sexual psychopathology has pointed out, "there are many factors involved which explain the prevalence of this paraphilia. For one thing, the offender identifies himself with the child. The eroticism is derived from the knowledge that the child is sexually innocent and is being aroused. It represents for the adult a psychological return to the sex life of his own childhood. Another factor is the sexual inferiority which these deviates harbor in relations to the opposite sex. They feel less inferior in their sexual intimacies with children, as less is expected of them. As a rule they masturbate to excess. Not all of them are dangerous." (Caprio, Variations in Sexual Behavior, p. 251.)
There is a widespread belief that paedophiliacs are also sadists and that they delight in murdering the children whom they despoil. This is a misunderstanding of the situation. It is true that children are occasionally killed by paedophiliacs but a close examination of the cases will reveal that the vast majority of these murders are accidental. That is, the adult did not intend to kill the child and did so only in the course of quieting a frightened child; occasionally one finds that a child has been murdered after the sex act has been committed.
This is not to excuse the child murderer, of course. It is only to point out that psychologically the sexual act was not related to the murder. There are cases of extremely warped individuals who take an erotic pleasure in torturing and killing children but from the psychiatric viewpoint these individuals are not paedophiliacs; they are sadists.
Our concern here is with the paedophiliac. All our case histories involve individuals who were quite gentle and who were never in any danger of detection by the legal authorities. As the reader will find when he has completed the book, it is absurd to think of these people as being classified with child murders. Our concern has been to explain their behavior, not to exalt or to condemn it. We trust that the reader will be similarly concerned with understanding the female paedophiliac.
CHAPTER 2
Mrs. Anne P-, 38 years old, married, blonde, 5'8", 125 lbs.
I never wanted to be a housewife, in the first place. I was going to be a ballerina and devote myself to Art and Culture. That was when I was a child, however, and before I'd started growing. By the time I was sixteen I was as tall as I am now and that's far too tall to fit into a ballet chorus. I suppose you could say that my hormones brought an end to my prospective career in the dance.
Those same hormones ensured that I would find another interest as soon as I gave up serious dancing. As long as I was serious about the ballet I gave no thought to boys, of course, but once that was over I discovered them and quickly decided that I'd been missing quite a bit.
"This is groovy!" I said to the boy I'd begun to date; we were sitting in his car and he was running his hands over the insides of my thighs. "I never knew I could feel like this!"
"There are better things waiting for you," he promised me, taking my hand and putting it over on his fly where his penis had risen up like a bar of iron and was threatening to tear out the front of his trousers. "Like this, for example!"
Naturally I knew that boys had something different in that part of their body; the dancing costumes were tight enough that all the girls could see those things hidden there. Some of the boys were very daring and didn't wear shorts or supporters or anything and you could see the outlines of their pricks perfectly well. Those were the boys who were playing up to Mr. Frederick, the teacher; he was a little gay and some of the boys were willing to play that game for a little extra attention.
"I've never felt one before," I murmured, which was true enough. "I like it! It's so warm, so firm and ... well, sexy!"
I might as well admit that I'd already determined to make up for what I'd lost by spending all those afternoons and evenings practicing my ballet steps. I knew enough to know roughly what to do, except that I hadn't figured on a boy like Teddy, the kid I was dating at the time. I mean, I'd heard enough to know that his penis was supposed to fit into my hole, the same one I'd fingered often enough to know that it could feel very good indeed. But what I didn't know was that Teddy was hooked on masturbation. It was a good thing, I suppose, because that way he never risked getting a girl pregnant, but I didn't know this at the time.
"Take it out," he told me. "Get it in your hand and do it to me. Then I'll do it yo you!"
"I'm trying," I told him, "but I'm not sure how this zipper works."
It ended up with him taking it out and giving it to me. I still didn't know what to do, exactly, but I loved the feel of that cock in my fingers so I just naturally started stroking him. At the same time he had his hand up higher under my dress and was poking his fingers in through the leg of my panties, getting them up into my slit.
"You're nice," he murmured, leaning back and giving me lots of room to work on his prick. "So wet and hot!"
I knew that; I'd spent enough time working on myself in the past to know just how hot and wet I could get when I was really worked up. And I was worked up then; just feeling of his prick was enough to make me giddy with lust. And the fact that we were parked only a block away from the high school, that made it all the better I really dug the idea of doing it there, so close to the place that represented repression and puritanism to me.
Well, the upshot of it was that Teddy came before I knew what was happening. You see, I didn't know that boys did things like that and when he started to come I didn't have the faintest idea what was happening, but I could tell that it was intensely exciting and pleasing to him.
"Oh, do it to me!" he groaned, twisting and turning as he shoved his cock up through my hands. "Grab it hard, Anne, work your fist! That's the way, baby, that's the way to make me shoot!"
And then, when it started swelling and pumping out that hot, sticky stuff, I really didn't know what to make of it. Fortunately for me I'd directed his prick away from me, or else I'd have been drenched with the stuff. I kept working my hands up and down his rod till it was over and then he revived a little and started doing it to me with his fingers. Oh, that was nice, sitting there in the gloom and feeling his fingers working through the leg of my panties! It didn't take long for him to strike gold and when I started coming it was lots better than it had ever been when I'd done it to myself.
"Ooohh! Dig in! Deeper! I love it!" I cried out, clamping my legs around his hand real hard and wiggling against him as the climax poured out of me. "Agghh! Oh, it's beautiful!"
But do you know something? I never got any more than a hand job from Teddy! Honest, I swear it! It was almost as though he had a fixation about sexual intercourse. There were times when I'd get to feeling very daring and I'd try to get him to put it in me, or maybe even just to let me rub the lips of my pussy across it, but he would never allow anything of the sort. No matter how much we might talk about doing it, when it came down to the actual situation he would never go through with it.
That experience with Teddy turned me off sex for a while. I mean, I still had this vague interest lurking in the back of my mind and to be sure I would occasionally use my fingers on myself when the urge hit me very strongly but I didn't go overboard, the way some girls do when they first begin to find out about sex and sexuality. I had three or four affairs between Teddy and the time I met Rex but they didn't amount to much, just a few rolls in bed and not much more than that. I realize now that I was not attracted to the type of boy who might have really made my body sing with sexual arousal most of those boys struck me as vulgar and pushy, not at all the sort of man that I wanted around me.
Probably this is why I was so attracted to Rex when I met him. It was in the spring of my sophomore year at college. He'd already finished his degree and he was working with the alumni office of the college. I felt very honored and thrilled that a relatively mature person like Rex would notice me, much less want to take me out dining and dancing. And he was such a refreshing change of pace, compared to the impetuous boys I'd previously encountered. I was a pushover for him and, as it happened, he was in a marrying mood, I suppose.
Rex was perfectly proper, as you'd expect from a man who managed to be slightly stuffy and pompous, even at the age of twenty-four! He didn't attempt to seduce me, which only heightened my interest in him, of course. I knew that he was excited about me; there were times when we kissed good night and I could feel his prick, hard and hot, rubbing against my belly. Naturally I didn't attempt anything brash with him. Rex simply isn't the kind of man that one makes advances toward!
The most vivid memory of our wedding night, and our first experience at making love together, was one of ... well, call it boredom. I do recall thinking, once he'd let go and shot his warm, lovely come all over my insides, that I liked that sensation and thinking that I could very easily get accustomed to it. I didn't get an orgasm, of course, but after he'd gone to sleep I crept into the bathroom and had myself a ball! I loved the feel of my pussy after he'd come in me, it was so wet and slippery, and as I bathed my fingers in that sticky stuff I began to get very excited. I had my orgasm in the bathroom, as I've since learned a large number of brides do on their wedding night. In fact, I was so turned on by it all that I went back to bed and started feeling him. His prick had slipped out the fly of his pajamas and after I'd pulled my nightie up around my waist I began fondling him.
"Huh?" he muttered, rolling over a little and halfway waking up. "Anne, is that you?"
"Mmmmm," I mumbled, pretending that I was nearly asleep too. "Darling, it was so good, you made me feel so wonderful!"
"Anne, what are you doing!" he said, getting more awake now. "You're handling me!"
I was, too! He was beside himself that night; I don't suppose any girl had ever reached out and gotten hold of his prick before. By the time he got fully awake, though, I'd gotten him hard again and I was next to him, kissing him and rubbing the head of his tool into my thighs and generally acting pretty sluttish.
"I can't help it!" I moaned, throwing one thigh over him and opening myself up completely to him. "I love it; I love you! Darling, you've got to fuck me again before I go to sleep!"
That's the way it was I had to rape him almost to get my second bout of sexual intercourse on our wedding night! I'm not sure even now but what he'd have started thinking about an anullment, except that I managed to make him believe that I was half asleep and didn't know what I was doing. He was really scandalized, even if he was turned on at the same time, and he couldn't help doing it to me again. This time I really let go and I didn't release the grip of my legs until I'd fucked myself into a nice, soothing climax. Rex was beside himself when I started coming; he just didn't know what to make of a woman who cried and moaned and carried on the way I do when I felt my womb clenching up into a tight, hard knot of passion and preparing to let go with a climax.
If this gives you the idea that my husband is something of an old maid about sex, then that's just the idea that slowly began to dawn on me. I suppose that he just doesn't have very much sex drive; there are men who are that way, I understand. Unfortunately I didn't know enough about myself or about sexuality at the time to head off what proved to be a very weak and listless marriage. And by the time I'd figured out what the real problem was the discrepancy between Rex's sex drive and mine, the difference between his prudish, restrained nature and my erotomania it was too late to do anything really constructive about it.
I used to play sex games with myself. You know, constructing really elaborate sex fantasies, going through the motions of doing all kinds of things with men, acting out some of my desires. I have a narrow bench that sits in front of my dressing table. Often I put a makeup mirror on that bench and straddle it; that gives me an excellent close-up view of my pussy. I can stand there for an hour at a time, fingering myself and playing with myself, working myself higher and higher, until finally I can stand it no longer and I ... well, I do it to myself. Usually when I'm doing this I carry on an extended monologue since the sound of my voice saying all those words is intensely exciting and helps me get more in the mood.
"Ah, you're not very big today," I'll say as I get over the bench and look down at the lips of my pussy. "But I know how to make you hard and hot and slippery! Yes, you're getting darker even now, just by my looking at you! Oh, I wish you were wrapped around a cock, a big, hard length of prick-meat that was rammed so far up my womb I'd be stuffed like a turkey!"
Gradually I start using my fingers, working the lips together and pulling them apart, and then I'd start running the tip of one finger over my clitoris too. It isn't long before I can feel the tensions building up inside. That's when I slack off a little I've always know that it's better if you don't do it right away; it's a lot more exciting if you put it off as long as possible and let your insides get knotted hard with lust. As soon as the pressure eases off a little, I'll go back to feeling of myself. Sometimes I'll work myself up to five or six peaks before I let go and really drive my fingers home.
"Just sit there and be patient," I might say to my pussy as I watch it get darker and darker, with the lips swelling out and getting slippery with that love-oil I generate when I'm aroused. "I'll give it to you soon enough but first I want to make sure that you're ready!"
When I'm finally so far gone that I can't hold it back any longer I'll use my ring and middle fingers, sliding them in as far as they'll go and using the other fingers to squeeze the lips together. I've read about women who can make it just fine by doing nothing more than stroking their clitoris, and then there are some who use hairbrush handles or candles or especially made items to do it to themselves, but I've always preferred to do it my own special way. Two fingers is just right; one isn't filling enough and more than two is uncomfortable.
Once I've driven those fingers home, I'll hold them in place with my other hand and then I'll work my hips forward and backward, just as if I were over a man and his prick were jutting up into the mouth of my womb. If I've done my preparations correctly and I always do, I make very sure of that! it usually doesn't take me more than a minute or two and I'm coming from head to foot. Occasionally I'll do it to myself twice in a row but usually one orgasm is enough to last me for a day or two.
I also get a lot of sensual enjoyment, though nothing approaching the pleasure of a climax, out of doing my ballet exercises. I still work out almost every day and it's a good thing, I suppose, because that's how I first became involved with Jim. Perhaps I should explain here that Jim was a Freshman at the college when we decided to rent out an extra space at the back of the house which we'd turned into a small efficiency apartment. He was a very nice kid, rather handsome and pretty quiet. Or so he seemed when we rented him the apartment. Rex thought it up himself; he liked the idea of a little extra income and also, since he was so frequently gone on fund raising trips he thought it would be better if I weren't entirely alone.
Anyway, to get to the point, I was doing my loosening up exercises one morning. Rex was out of town; it was about three weeks after Jim had taken the apartment. I looked up from a series of twists and Jim was looking in through the window. I smiled and he smiled back, then he made a motion as if he wanted to say something. I went around to the back door and let him in. Whatever it was that he wanted to tell me, it wasn't important. In fact he was simply using it as an excuse to get in so he could make advances to me.
Imagine, me thirty-two years old this was six years ago and him only seventeen, and he was actually making advances to me! I was so astounded by it all that at first I couldn't believe that he was sincere. I mean, I couldn't even believe that it was happening! But he persisted and, well, I began to feel flattered.
"I never knew that you had so good a figure," he told me. "That leotard really shows you off to perfection."
"It's just an old thing," I said, almost blushing like a schoolgirl. "It's even got holes in it."
It did, too; there was one that I hadn't remembered until I'd said that. It was right in the crotch and if he'd been standing in just the right position he could probably have stolen a glimpse of my pussy.
"I've always liked going out with girls who were athletic," he said. "When their bodies are supple and lithe, it makes it a lot more interesting."
By this time he'd raised a tremendous erection and he wasn't a bit bashful about showing it off, either. I could see it, outlined in the front of his jeans; it looked immense, far larger than Rex's.
"It looks as though you yourself could do a lot to make it interesting, I said, deliberately looking at the bulge of his prick.
Well, that did it. He came over to me and we kissed. It had been years since I'd been kissed so passionately. Rex was never much of a man for French kissing and for a moment I found it unusual, having a tongue playing around in my mouth. But then I felt my body begin tingling all over and I began responding. I pressed my breasts into him and wiggled my pussy against him, rubbing it over that tremendous bulge and letting him know that I was just as interested as he was.
We went into a guest bedroom and I took my leotard off. I felt a surge of erotic power running through me when he ran his eyes over my naked body; it felt as though he was raping me with his eyes! He undressed down to his shorts and I removed it, falling to my knees so I could pull them down around his feet. His prick sprang free and almost hit me in the face.
"Take it," he whispered, pulling the foreskin back and exposing the head. "Go down on me!"
Even though I'd never heard that phrase, "going down on a person", I could tell what he meant and I couldn't help putting my mouth over his prick. That was the first time I'd ever done that to a man, do you believe that? Rex would never have allowed me to do so daring a thing and the men I'd known before him had all been too eager to fuck me, so I'd missed out on that phase of sex play. My lips and tongue naturally went to that big ridge running around the edge of his prick's head and I began caressing it. Mmmmm, he felt good in my mouth! That satin-smooth head, so big and warm, that thick shaft, they made me want sex more that ever! The idea of taking him in my mouth, knowing that he had probably been in other women's cunts and he would soon be in mine, that really thrilled me too.
I didn't think, at first, about what would happen if he kept it in my mouth. But when I realized that if I didn't stop he would shoot his sperm into my throat, I had to make a decision. I'd never thought about letting a man do that to me but now I gave it some thought. The idea made me a little queasy, almost sick, but it also made me really hot and excited. I guess you could say that my attitude was ambivalent.
"Ugghh!" he groaned, holding my head between his hands and working his prick in and out, shoving the head almost down my throat. "Oh, it's good, you suck like an angel!"
I could never convince him that I hadn't sucked a man before, not after that first time. I kept working my mouth, squeezing his cock with my tongue and forcing it against the roof of my mouth, and it wasn't long until he gave that familiar shudder and shoved it in as far as he could go.
"Agghh!" he grunted. "Oohh, you've got it now!"
"Mmmmm! Glubb!" I answered, twisting my mouth furiously and working him with my hands in an effort to make him come even more strongly.
He let go with a flood of come. I'd gotten used to the way Rex orgasmed you know, a few twitches, a feeble spurt or two of semen and then a few dribbles, followed by an immediate loss of the erection. He'd actually gotten to the point where, if I didn't climax before him, he was so soft after that it wouldn't stay in me long enough for me to get one by working myself against him. Jim was entirely different, thank God. He came and came until I was sure he'd exhaust his balls. Over and over he pumped great, scalding wads of come into my throat. They were strong discharges too I mean, it really poured out of him!
That really affected me deeply, feeling it happen so violently to him. The strength and quantity of his climax' made me ten times more excited, so much so that I almost had a sympathetic orgasm of my own. I think that if I'd known what to expect I could have come myself, without even touching my pussy; just the feeling of his prick going off in my mouth and drenching my throat with that hot, thick, salty cream was fantastically exciting.
And, wonder of wonders, nothing happened to his cock after he'd come! I couldn't believe that it was still hard but it didn't seem to change one bit. The thing was still the same consistency as iron and he had a lot more ideas about using it too!
"You can't be serious," I said after I'd swallowed the last of his come. "You just did it!"
"Yeah, but there's lots more," he said, pushing me over onto my back and feeling between my legs. "This pussy of yours needs a treatment too! And I never stop at the first come; I like to do it two or three times at least!"
"Are ... are you going to fuck me?" I asked, unable to believe my good luck. "Right now? After coming the way you did?"
"Sure I am," he insisted. "You want it, don't you?"
"Oh, do I ever! I'm burning up, I want it so badly! Oh, give it to me, Jim; give it all to me!"
"Put it in for me, will you? I like for a girl to handle my cock!"
"I like to hear you say things like that," I whispered as I reached down between us and took his prick in my hands so I could rub it over every part of my pussy. "Words like cock, prick, cunt, pussy, come, fuck, all those sex words, they really make me want it more than ever!"
"Want what?" he asked, falling into my game.
"They make me want to get my pussy lips around this cock of yours and fuck until we're both coming like mad! There, I said, it, didn't I?"
"You sure did," he told me. "Now do it!"
I did it, fitting his prick into the mouth of my cunt and then wrapping him up in my arms and legs so I could press myself against him as much as possible. I started coming immediately, as soon as I felt his big prick open the mouth of my cunt and go inside me.
"Annngghh! Ooohh!" I groaned. "I'm coming already! Do it to me, Jim, fuck my hot prick-loving cunt! Aiiee! Owwweee!"
He started working that rod back and forth in me as fast as he could. Oh, I was so hot; the walls of my cunt had nearly grown together, I was so swelled up inside! And he just ripped his way into me! Over and over, driving it deeper every stroke and making me come like I'd never come before. I think I came twice, or maybe it was just one super-long climax, before he got his. Anyway, when I felt his cock begin pumping out another flood of hot man-juice I went wild! I completely lost control of myself and everything dissolved into a red blur of lust.
"Fuck! Fuck! Shoot! Come!" I cried out, holding onto him and driving my loins up against him, working my cunt up and down the length of his prick as he continued to squirt hot cream into me. "More! I want more of your dick! Agghh!"
"Ooohh! You're killing me; you're tearing my cock off!" he groaned, unable to move as I continued to fuck him. "Oh, baby, you're wonderful!"
That started it off and from then until the day he graduated I don't think we missed many opportunities to make love. Oh, it wasn't love we were making; we were just fucking each other like a pair of wild animals. He'd never had a girl who wanted it as much as I, he said, and I'd never had anyone who could make me want it so. He was the first who ever went down on me, you know, and once I found out that this was at least as good as having a prick in me, I became avid for more of it. Invariably we'd suck each other sometimes before the fuck, sometimes after it and I came to love the taste and feel of a prick after it had fucked me silly.
There have been three boys in the apartment after Jim and all of them have proved to be quite as enjoyable as he was. Some of them were more eager, some were less, but in every case they've fallen into an affair with me. I've learned that you cannot beat a nice, energetic college boy as a lover. They're so durable, they just never lose their erections, almost, and they're always so willing to learn more, if they don't know it all already! I especially enjoy sucking them they come so strongly, they ejaculate so furiously! I suppose that's the best part of it all, feeling them shoot out great clouds of hot sperm and taking it in my mouth. That and the delicious joy of introducing them to sex with a mature, erotic woman who loves every aspect of sexuality, those are the most exciting and satisfying parts of my experiences.
Anne's closing words are most instructive and give us one of the keys to her obsessive interest in younger men. The reader will recall that Anne and Rex had no children. We believe that she conceived of herself as a mother-figure to these young men and that she saw herself as an instructress in sexual arts, taking a special pleasure in introducing relatively naive lads to a fuller understanding of sexual pleasure. This barely-suppressed maternal longing, together with another facet of her relationship with her husband to be examined in a moment, help to explain Anne's strange fascination with younger males.
This facet has to do with the sexual relations between Anne and her husband. As she made quite clear, her sex drive far exceeded his and she often failed to derive anything like complete satisfaction from the infrequent acts of sexual intercourse they attempted. Furthermore, the failure of these acts to result in conception contributed to her problem. As Erik Erikson has pointed out, "the sex act, biologically speaking, is the procreative act, and there is an element of psychobiological dissatisfaction in any sexual situation not favorable in the long run to procreative consummation and care ... In the woman, no doubt, this dissatisfaction plays a much greater role, owing to her deeper engagement, physiologically and emotionally, in the sex act as the first step in a procreative commitment...." (Quoted in Garth Brandtson, Sex Between the Younger and the Older, Los Angeles, 1971, p. 125.) These two elements frustration and deprivation are sufficient to explain Anne's case.
CHAPTER 3
Sharon T-, 35 years old, single, brunette, 5'2", 110 lbs. Registered Nurse.
I was working in hospitals eleven years before I first saw what a gold mine I'd stumbled into. Yes, I began working on a floor when I was twenty and it was only four years ago that it happened. I was working the eleven-to-seven shift, same as now, and making my rounds. I was on a pediatric floor, which is always very quiet at night, and the nurse's aide had gone down to the cafeteria for coffee so I was by myself. I slipped into this boy's room to check his pulse and temperature and when I got inside I had the shock of my life.
The night was rather warm and he'd kicked most of his covers off. The nightshirt the hospital gave all its patients had slipped and thanks to the moonlight coming in through the window I was able to get an excellent view of his prick. Mmmmm, what a lovely thing it was! He was just thirteen, barely beginning to get himself a growth of pubic hair, and I could just see the faint fuzz growing around the base of his rod, more like a golden halo than a growth of hair.
It wasn't the first prick I'd seen, of course; a nurse sees those things all the time. Sometimes you go into a patient's room and the guy literally waves the thing at you! But this was different; it didn't look hairy and gross and vulgar the way they look on a grown man; it looked sweet and tender and innocent. Not that it was a little boy's cock, you understand; it was man-sized in every respect! I suppose it was seven inches long, perhaps, and it had gotten as stiff as a board! He was probably having a sex dream; quite often they do at that age, you know.
I stood there beside his bed for several minutes, transfixed with awe and fascination. I could feel my pussy getting hotter and hotter; I was growing livid and swollen with desire. The lips of my pussy swelled out against my panties and then began to dribble pussy-juice down onto the material; I could feel the wetness leaking out of me and I knew that I'd soon have to pay a visit to the little girls' room and finger myself if I didn't take my eyes off his cock.
But I couldn't do that; it was too fascinating. Instead I leaned over and touched my lips to the head of his prick. In his excitement the foreskin had peeled back, leaving the head exposed, and it lay there at the top of the shaft like a gigantic turnip. Ordinarily I detest it when a man tries to make me suck his cock; they're usually so big and hairy. Some men, you know, don't even wash after being in a woman and more than once I've had men try to make me suck them when I could smell or taste another woman's pussy on them!
This was different he was so sweet, so innocent! I just popped my mouth over the head of his cock and began sucking, very gently, and then my pussy started going wild! I'd never gotten turned on like that before, not even in the most passionate moment, and I couldn't resist stuffing a hand between my thighs and rubbing my pussy through my panties. Oh, it was marvelous, feeling his hot prick against my tongue and my fingers pressing at the lips of my pussy!
"Hey, what.. , . ? " he mumbled, waking up with a fright. "Hey, you're the nurse! You're . .
"Yes, I'm sucking you," I said, lifting my face up and looking at him. "I came in to check your pulse and temperature and you were uncovered. I couldn't resist doing it; you looked so beautiful lying there with your cock so hard! Please, let me do it again! It's the most wonderful thing I've ever done!"
He was embarrassed and ashamed and afraid, but he was also very turned on. He told me later that it was the first time anyone had ever touched his cock, he wanted girls to do things to him but he didn't know how to approach them. I was only too willing and he didn't resist much. I have to admit, I never took my hand off his prick I was frigging him all the while, just to keep him in the mood and he consented to let me do it some more.
"I can't help it!" he moaned. "It's so good!"
"I'll do it to you," I promised. "See, I've got my other hand between my own legs; I'm doing it to myself at the same time! I'm rubbing my pussy! Have you ever felt of a pussy? Have you ever run your fingers into a woman's hot, slippery cunt?"
He hadn't but he was sure in the mood to try it, so I moved around a little so he could slip his hand up between my things from the rear. I was too excited to bother with taking my panties off, or even down, so I just made him get his fingers in through the leg. By that time I wanted to feel him on me, not feeling me through my panties! I nearly shrieked when I felt his fingers running over the hot, sweaty lips of my pussy.
"Put them in me!" I muttered, spreading my legs out wide and bending over him. "Find my cunt and finger-fuck me! Agghh, it's driving me crazy! I'm dying to come!"
"Your mouth, it's the best thing I ever felt!" he grunted when I got him between my lips again. "Oh, you make me want to come!"
"Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" I said, grunting around the head of his prick just to let him know that I was agreeing with him.
Oh, was that ever marvelous! He got himself a come right away, a real quivering jolt of sexual joy that ran all over his body, but I was surprised to find that it was a dry come. Later, when I did some research, I learned that it wasn't at all unusual for a youth to be able to experience the sensations of a climax before he could actually spurt out the come. Even if he was a little immature for the kind of action I was giving him, I enjoyed it to the fullest. I even think it was better that way; I learned to enjoy getting the feeling out of him before I had to face up to the fact that sooner or later I'd get myself a mouthful of hot, sticky come.
That's always been one of the parts about straight fucking that's done most to turn me away from it. I simply detest lying there, pinned beneath an aggressive, panting, hairy male and feeling him squirt that stuff into the most intimate part of my body! And it's always so sticky and messy later, when it runs out and gets all over your thighs and dries in the hair around your pussy. I've learned to get a lot of enjoyment out of sucking a boy all the way but that's a recent thing. Now I prefer to take them that way; it's a lot less messy, since you can swallow every drop of the sperm and there's nothing left to stain or muss your clothing. Besides, it just feels good, having them squirt that hot stuff into your mouth, filling you so full you've really got to swallow hard before it drips out or drowns you. And do they ever love it!
I managed to slip in at least one visit every night as long as that lad was in the hospital. Usually he'd put his hand between my legs and run his fingers into the mouth of my cunt as I sucked him off.
That wasn't so important to me, after that first time I seemed to get enough enjoyment just by doing it to him. Sometimes I'd come, always at the moment he began to come if I did it at all, but that didn't matter much the important thing, it seemed, was to make it happen to him.
He swore he'd look me up after he got out of the hospital but I didn't encourage that a bit. I mean, what would the neighbors think if they saw a boy like that coming in and out of my apartment? No thanks, I certainly don't need that kind of trouble! And besides, if they my "conquests," as I like to think of them began visiting me at home they would probably want to start fucking me and that's something I don't want to bother with. If a lad wants to finger my pussy while I'm taking his cock into my mouth, I'll permit that but I certainly don't want his prick in that part of my body!
After I'd learned what a potential treasure I had on my floor I began paying special attention to my male patients. It's not as easy as it might sound, because some of them are much too young to be interesting and others are too sick to be able to perform. The ones with broken bones, or the one who've been brought in for observation, they're the best because usually they can function almost normally. I've found that the best ages are thriteen to fifteen.
If they're younger than thirteen, they usually get too shy or embarrassed and that ruins it for me; if they're older, they're toolikely to be hairy and gross. I usually make a preliminary investigation when I'm bathing them or giving them an alcohol rub. If I run my hand down there and I feel this great mass of fully developed pubic hair, that settles it; I simply don't pursue the matter any further. But if there are just the beginnings of a growth, then I follow it up. They always get stiff when I rub them anywhere close to their pricks; young boys are amazingly virile, I've found, and they can keep their pricks stiff forever.
"My, what do we have here?" I said one morning when I was slipping a quick feel of a good looking fourteen year old. "This ought not to be; you're too young to be having a condition like this!"
"I can't help it," the lad told me, blushing furiously. "Whenever a girl starts feeling me like that, or if I even think about it, I get that way!"
"You must be more mature than I thought," I said, fastening my fingers around his cock it was a nice, big, fat one and starting to work my fist up and down. "My, you're so hard! So warm! So big!"
That always gets them much more interested, telling them that they're big. They all haye this silly idea that the bigger their cock, the more manly they are. I've found that there is absolutely no correlation between the size of a boy's prick and the quantity of come he can shoot out; I was almost drowned once by a boy who had only a little four inch cock. It was small, sure, but my how he could come!
"Let me have a look, will you?" I said, pulling the sheet back to expose the treasure I'd found. "I love to look at these; they're so exciting!"
"Okay, but you ought to let me see yours too," he said, giving me a start because that was the first time a boy had ever specifically asked to see my pussy.
He wasn't content just to feel of it through the leg of my panties; he really wanted to look at it. I hesitated a moment but he seemed so eager that I just couldn't refuse him. I stepped back and took my panties off, putting them in the pocket of my uniform, and then I lifted up the hem until it was around my waist.
"There it is," I whispered, moving close so he could get a good look. "It's hot and wet; I always get that way when I see a beautiful prick and want to do things to it!"
"What kind of things?" he said, reaching out and running his finger over the lips and touching my clitty.
"I want to suck you!" I muttered, biting my lip I was getting so excited. "I want to take your cock in my mouth and suck it, love it, tongue it until you come! That'll make me come too and I need it!"
"Do it to me," he said in a real low, tense voice. "I've never had my dick sucked off before; I'd like to see what it feels like!"
"I'll make it good for you," I promised, taking his prick back into my hands and working the skin back and forth, just as if I intended to jack him off. "I'll make you want it more than anything and then I'll suck you dry! I'll drink the come out of your balls!"
"Do it!" he moaned, getting very excited and working his hips up and down so that his cock slid in and out of my grip. "Oh, do it to me! I haven't been able to come since I got here; my balls are killing me!"
Oh, my, did he ever come! I'd worked him up to just the right degree of excitement and so soon as he felt my lips closing around the head of his rod he let go with everything he had. All that sweet, scalding, tender young cream came cascading out the head of his dick, shooting all over the back of my mouth, and I just gobbled it! Over and over, he shot the stuff out until I thought sure he would exhaust his balls and wouldn't ever be able to come again. I didn't care about that, though; I was only interested in the here and now.
"Mmmmm! Ooohh!" I groaned, sucking him even harder and frigging him with my hand at the same time so' he would shoot even more of that precious jism into my mouth.
I sucked him until his prick was completely dead. I'd come too; just the thought of getting that much come in my mouth makes me tingle all over and as soon as I realized that he was going to shoot a big load, my poor pussy just went wild. He helped, of course, by jabbing his fingers into me, but he really didn't know very much about how to handle a woman's pussy; the best part of it was just feeling his big cock swell up and spit out that come over and over.
That's one shortcoming of those young fellows: there aren't any of them, hardly, that really know how to make love to a woman. They always want to jab their fingers up you; they almost invariably think that the stronger they finger you the better you'll feel. That's one reason I don't really go out of my way to have them do it to me, they just don't know how to handle an excited, fully aroused, tender pussy!
Who cares about that? I don't mind if they never touch me. Sometimes I'll do it to myself if I'm in the mood; I mean, at the same time that I'm doing it to them. It isn't difficult to reach down and get your finger on just the right spot, not when you've got a mouthful of hard cock to play with, to enjoy, to coax into spurting out one of those tremendous gushes of hot, sweet, salty come!
Occasionally I've run across a boy who's different. I remember this one kid, a big, husky blonde of about fifteen who hadn't developed quite as much as most youths of that age. I mean to say, he hadn't completely gone through puberty; as for his interests and inclinations, they were as fully developed as you could hope to find! I'd succeeded in getting him hard, which was no great achievement in itself, but after I'd pulled down the sheet and examined his cock it was about average size, nothing extraordinary there he said something that really brought me up short.
"Do it to yourself!" he whispered, looking at me with hot, glowing eyes. "Let me see you do it to yourself!"
"What? With my fingers, you mean?" I asked, almost floored by that request. No boy had ever wanted to see me do that before. "You want to see me masturbating?"
"Yes! It's the most exciting thing in the world," he replied. "I make Sally, my steady girlfriend, do it to herself all the time. She loves to do it for me. And after she's done it to herself, made herself come three or four times, then we fuck!"
Well, of all the scandalous things I ever heard of! I'd seen a cute little blonde, a round-heeled bitch of about fourteen or so, visiting him in his room but I'd never thought that she would be that far along toward knowing about such exciting things. Yes, the idea of masturbating while he looked on excited me and almost as soon as he'd finished asking the question I'd started pulling my panties down.
"You've got a nice cunt," he said. "Sally doesn't have nearly as much hair on hers; I think yours is a lot prettier!"
"How does Sally do it to herself?" I asked, running my fingers down alongside the lips and prying them apart so he could see my clit and the inner lips and all the inside parts. "What does she like to do?"
"She just rubs her clitty a little," he said, "and she's gone! She can come in almost no time at all."
"I like to run my fingers in and spread the mouth of my cunt as wide as I can," I told him, deciding that he might like to see that better than just a plain clit rubbing. "It's so much more like fucking; I guess that's why I like it that way."
"Go ahead," he said. "Bring yourself off and then, if you'd like to, I'll do it to myself!"
"I was hoping you'd let me suck you," I whispered, running my fingers in deep and grunting at the feeling it gave me. "I really love eating a good, hard, hot dick; that's the best way of all for me.
"You can eat me," he said. "I'll jack off at the same time and you can have it all when I come!"
I was getting more and more excited from the way his eyes lit up when he watched my fingers working on my cunt. It was the first time I'd ever put on a show for anybody and I was surprised myself at how exciting it was to run my fingers in and out while he watched. I got two fingers in the mouth of my cunt and dug them in deep, holding myself up as high as I could so he could see it even better.
"I'm getting there!" I gasped out suddenly, feeling my cunt tighten up and get ready to let go with a come. "Oohh, it's good, I'm coning! Agghh! Ugghh!"
He was jacking himself off at the same time and the sight of his prick working in and out of his fist was just the added bit of excitement I needed to come really well. The love-juice poured out of me, running down into my fingers and gushing out of my pussy. I wiggled back and forth, pressing my slit into my fingers over and over, and then I couldn't stand it any longer. I dropped my hands down but he insisted that I put my fingers in his mouth; he wanted to taste the come on them! That made me all the more pleased with him and after he'd licked them off I bent over him and just devoured his cock.
"Oh, you're doing it to me!" he muttered, stiffening his entire body and shoving his rod up further into my mouth until I thought sure it was going down my throat. "My balls! My cock! They're coming off! Ooohh!"
I had his balls cupped in my hand and I could feel them quivering as they began pumping out the hot, thick cream. His cock swelled up almost to double its normal size that first time, he came so hard, and the cream just shot into my throat. I guess he came harder than just about any boy I've ever had, although it didn't last very long, but when he finished I really knew that he'd let go with a blast.
"Hey, I forgot," he murmured after he'd recovered a little. "I was going to do it to myself so you could watch!"
"That's all right," I told him. "I'll stop back by your room in a little while, or if I can't I'll look in on you tomorrow night. You'll be able to show me then. And I'll remember to ask you, don't worry about that!"
The truth is that after I'd come I was so eager to get my mouth over his cock that I forgot all about his promise to show me how he did it to himself. I guess he was pretty excited too because he never tried to stop me from going down on him. When I came in to work the next night, however, he'd already been discharged and I didn't get to see him do his stuff for me.
He'd given me an idea, though, and I decided that the next time I came upon a likely prospect I'd try to get him to perform for me. The next two boys I had weren't old enough to shoot out any come, however, and I had to be happy with just sucking them off until their little cocks fairly hummed with sexual delight not that I felt very bad about that, you can be sure!
The boy who finally delivered for me didn't take much coaxing. He was a very well developed fifteen year old and, the first time I sucked him off, he said that it was the second time that day he'd had himself a come.
"You probably did it to yourself," I said.
"No, my girl friend was here," he told me. "She gave me a hand job and then sucked me when I started creaming."
That gave me the idea and I asked him if sometime he'd jack off so I could see him shoot his come. He was a coy little rascal, though, and he made me promise to let him see me finger-fuck before he would come through for me. I agreed to come back the next night and give him a little show in return for the treat he'd promised me.
He was asleep the next night when I finally got enough time to be able to pay him a Mtle visit. I woke him up by playing with his cock, sucking it and working the foreskin back and forth with my fingers. He woke up with a ferocious erection and when he saw that it was I who'd been playing with him he was instantly ready to go.
"You go first," he said. "Then I'll jerk off, I promise. You can suck me when I come if you want to!"
I got my panties off real quick and lifted my uniform so he could see my fingers going in the mouth of my cunt. I'd been thinking about it ever since I'd come on the floor that evening and it didn't take me but just a minute or two and I was really creaming all over my fingers. I had myself a very satisfying come and then I let my skirt down and told him to go ahead.
"This is the way I do it," he said, wrapping his fist around that big, hard rod and starting to pump it up and down. "I usually try to think about a really nice pussy I've seen or felt of lately. Right now I'm thinking about that big, hairy gash between your legs!"
"It's still hot and wet," I murmured, keeping my eyes on his cock all the time. "And when I feel your come shooting out in my mouth it ll be even wetter!"
He gave his cock a few more strokes and then he lurched up, stiffening his entire body.
"Oh, God, I'm coming!" he muttered.
"Let me have it!" I whispered, bending over him. "I want to suck you off! Mmmmm! GUbbff!"
I took his come, every drop of it, and it was really hot and strong. When boys begin to mature, you know, their come has a stronger, saltier taste and isn't nearly as pleasing, or I don't like it as much as when they've just gotten able to shoot off. That's when it's the nicest, I think, and as far as I'm concerned it's the sexiest, most exciting thing in the world, helping a young boy ejaculate for the first time and tasting his rich young sperm as it shoots into my mouth.
In fairness to the nursing profession, we must admit that Sharon is an extremely atypical example of her calling. Very few nurses take' advantage of their patients in the way that she loved to do. At the same time, we must also point out that her work record was an extremely good one. By all accounts, she was an efficient, capable nurse and except in this one area an extremely conscientious one.
Sharon's predilections can best be understood by focusing upon one part of her narrative, that dealing with the two boys who persuaded her to masturbate for them. Her readiness to indulge their adolescent wishes is highly significant. One noted writer on sexual problems has noted that, "especially in persons whose libidinal development has suffered disturbance, their own selves are taken as the model. They seek themselves as a love-object and their type of choice of love-object may be termed Narcissistic." (Havelock Ellis, Studies in the Psychology of Sex, vol. II, pt. 2, p. 358.)
The same authority goes on to remind us that "we must sharply distinguish between self-seeking egoism and libidinous Narcissism which rests on an overvaluation of the subject's own body. It is an attitude characteristic of the child...." (Ibid., p. 360.) There are several bits of evidence to be found in Sharon's case history which, considered in the light of these questions, help to understand her fondness for fellating young boys.
First, consider her aversion to having men ejaculate in her vagina. This fastidiousness suggests that she did not want that organ "soiled" by the orgasmic liquid and that she wanted to preserve it inviolate. Second, we must emphasize the subjects whom she chose as her sex objects: young boys whom she deliberately discouraged from trying to see her again once they had left the hospital. This reluctance to continue her affairs suggests that she did not want a prolonged relationship with any male, surely strong evidence of her emotional immaturity. Finally, we return to her willingness to demonstrate her masturbatory prowess for those young boys who demonstrated an interest in that activity. This readiness to show off her sexual skills suggests a fascination with her own body, one that supplies the final key to understanding her unusual preferences and mode of satisfying them. We conclude that Sharon, a typical Narcissist, found her sexual urges too strong to be satisfied through masturbation but also could not give up her fascination with herself long enough to form a mature, lasting relationship with a man. Thus she turned to young boys, who supplied her with sexual delights which she came to value above all others.
CHAPTER 4
Mrs. Lois A-, 42 yrs., brunette. Married.
5'4". 115 lbs.
Would you believe that I was faithful to my husband for fourteen years? That I never even gave the time of day to another man until I was thirty-seven years old? Believe it or not, it's the truth, I swear it! Pete that's my husband and me have been managing motels, rooming houses and apartment houses ever since we got married and I guess you could say that I've had more than the average number of propositions in all that time.
You know, a girl that really wanted to could screw herself silly just by picking up on all the propositions that get thrown her way in this business. You know how it is, a guy comes into the motel and registers for a room. Women might not be on his mind at the moment but when he sees a good-looking babe behind the desk and he thinks about him being all alone in that motel room bed, he starts getting ideas pretty quick! Yeah, I could have had about as many men as I wanted, I guess, but for the longest time I wasn't interested at all.
Hell, I even got the eye from a couple of women registering at places where Pete and me were managing, if you can feature such a thing. I wasn't interested in stuff like that, no way! Once I found out what men had between their legs and how nicely it fitted into that slit I've got between mine, there just wasn't any way I was going to let another woman get in my panties!
And Pete, he's hung like that old bull moose you always hear about anyway, and for a long time after we were married I thought for sure that he was trying to wear the thing out on me. Not that I minded, of course; there's nothing I like better than letting a fellow slip my ankles up onto his shoulders and then driving that great big cock right up to the hilt! I don't care how big a guy is, I can handle him; big or little, it doesn't matter to me as long as they can get it up and shoot that come, that's what really does it for me.
But I guess there's nothing lasts forever. After a while Pete started messing around, I know that. It didn't bother me too awful much because he still had plenty of prick left over for me and I figured that as long as I was getting what I wanted, why make such a big fuss about it? Right? Okay, maybe I was being a sucker, I don't know. Anyway, I rocked along with it for a while.
But then one day I was cleaning out this vacant apartment and I happened to look out the back window in just, this certain way. As it happened I could get a pretty good look into an apartment across the way and I just about keeled right over when I saw what was going on in there! It was only twenty feet or so away, I guess those apartments weren't really laid out for anything but making money for the landlord, you know and I had a ringside seat for the damnedest show I'd ever seen up until that time.
There was this young kid, see, in this apartment.
Chuck was his name, he and his mother lived there. I guess his mom was out shopping or doing something like that; anyway there he was stripped, down to the buff and pumping his prick like nothing you ever saw! I was surprised how clear I could see him but I was even more surprised when I got a good look at the size of his dong. Talk about hung, he had even more dick that Pete! Lord, he was like a fencepost! I couldn't help but watch and when he let go with his come it was like somebody had turned loose a fire hose, it was shooting out so much!
I didn't waste much time in arranging things so I could get close to that young man. Once I'd seen that display, all I could think of was getting him between my legs. I managed it one Saturday when he was there by himself; his mom was working and Pete was off fishing so I knew I had it all to myself. I made sure that I wore the most revealing dress I had I cinched the issue by taking off my panties and then I marched in on him and for a minute I didn't know quite how to go about it either. Then I decided that I might as well lay all my cards on the table.
"Chuck, I've been watching you in the afternoon," I said, getting right to the point, "and I've noticed that you seem to have a sexual problem. I'd like to help out."
That just about floored him, as you can well imagine. He turned all red and tried to deny it but I wasn't about to let him off the hook.
"No, I've seen you jerking off," I said. "That's no way for a boy as old as you are to do, especially not when he's equipped as well as you!"
"What do you know about how I'm equipped?" he asked.
"Don't try to hide it, be proud of it!" I told him. "Chuck, I've seen that cock of yours and I know what I'm talking about!"
By this time I was pretty well steamed up and I got so excited about it all that I just lost my head completely. I was sitting on the sofa in the living room and I just laid back a little and spread my legs fairly well apart. This made my dress ride up. He was sitting across from me and he was in a good position to get himself an eyeful of beaver and believe me he was really taking advantage of it!
"That prick of yours belongs in here," I told him. "Right where you're looking! Come on over, baby, and investigate it. You'll see that I'm telling you the truth!"
He came over to me, moving real slow, as if he might almost have been in a trance, and I let him lift up my dress. I could tell that he hadn't seen too many twats before, or maybe even none at all, from the wondering look on his face.
"Here, suppose I just take this dress off?" I suggested. "That way you can see everything and I won't get rumpled either."
He already had a ferocious erection that threatened to rip out the front of his trousers, I thought; it took all I could do to keep from reaching out and grabbing hold of the joy pole. I held back, though, because I was afraid it might scare him off. Instead I just stood there in my bra that was the only thing I wore under the dress and let him gape.
"Would you like for me to take this off?" I asked, running a finger under one strap of the bra.
"Yes, take it off," he whispered, licking his lips and just about looking holes through me. "I ... I want to see everything!"
I got out of the bra and then I was entirely naked. I don't know how long it had been since a man had really looked at my naked body in just that way, as if he were seeing something too good to be believed. However long it might have been, I really enjoyed the way he looked at me and I basked in it.
"Do you like what you see?" I asked, reaching up and running a finger over one of my nipples; it was already as hard as a rock and hotter than I don't know what. "Would you like to run your hand over these? Or maybe rub the insides of my thighs?"
"You know I'd like to do all that," he said. "Er, should I get undressed too?"
"That would be real nice," I told him. "It's better if we're both completely naked. That way we can feel each other so much more completely!"
I couldn't wait to get my hands on him. As soon as he'd finished stripping I held out my arms and he came to me. If I do say it, I've got an exceptionally good body for a woman of my age and Chuck seemed to find it very interesting. Mmmmm, I can still remember how I jumped when he leaned against me and that big, hard cock of his nudged my belly. He seemed afraid to stand close to me, because of that, so I reached down and pointed it straight up and then held my belly against it, so that it was pinned between his belly and mine.
"Mmmmm, that feels so good to me!" I cried out, holding him tight. "I don't know when I've seen a fellow with one any bigger or better looking than that!"
"It's groovy!" he said. "Gee, I don't know if I can hold it back much longer!"
"Do you feel like you want to come right away?" I asked.
"Gee, I don't know how long I can hold it," he said. "I don't think I've ever been turned on like this."
That's when it began to dawn on me that I'd picked myself a virgin. It really made me feel good, knowing that I was going to be the one to break him in to the sex game. I promised myself that I'd do everything I could to make it good for him the first time, so that maybe he'd look forward to the next one a little more.
"All right, if you're that close to coming maybe you'd better go ahead and give it to me," I said, eyeing his cock and trying to keep from going out of my mind. "Suppose I just spread out here and you get over me? I'll aim it in for you and then you can drive it home!"
"Uh, maybe it would be better if we got on my bed," he suggested. "You know, it might mess up the sofa or something."
That just goes to show you how used to doing it any old way I'd become. Pete, he gets the notion and he just feeds the meat to me anywhere. On the sofa, in bed, in the bathtub, on the kitchen table, he's fucked me all over the house. But I could see that Chuck had a point and I agreed with it.
"All right, that'll probably be better," I said. "From the looks of those balls of yours, you could probably shoot off a quart or two! We'd better be careful!"
I gathered up my bra, dress and shoes and followed him into his bedroom. It was a half bed and when I got spread out there wasn't room for but just the one. Fortunately I wanted him on top of me and when I got my legs spread out wide he just stood down at the foot of the bed for a minute, taking in the view and making me hotter than ever just by looking. I decided I'd warm him up a little more and I started playing with myself, like I was so hot I couldn't leave that slit alone.
"Oh, your eyes are raping me," I muttered, reaching down and starting to spread the lips of my pussy apart so he could see everything. "You're making me so hot! You're making me want it more than ever! Hurry up and get it in me, Chuck; I want to feel your cock going in!"
He watched for just a few seconds more. I don't mind admitting that my performance really got me a lot more in the mood too. I'd started it out as a performance, just to egg him on a little, but it had more of an effect on me than I'd imagined. I was already as juicy as could be and I knew that he wouldn't have any trouble getting his cock going into my cunt. It was so big and thick, I could already feel it stretching me, boring out the walls of my cunt and shaping them to fit that giant prod of his, and by the time he'd climbed up over me I was almost as hot as he was.
"Here, just lie there real still," I told him, reaching down to grab a handful of mean and aiming it into the notch. "I'll get it going in just right; as big as you are, you've got to be sure it's going in straight or your prick will tear me a new cunt!"
"God, you're so hot!" he gasped when the head of his cock nudged in between the lips of my pussy. "Mmmmm, it's like a bowl of hot jelly!"
"Sure it is," I told him, settling my heels into place behind his knees and hunching up a little with my hips to get him settled just right. "It's hot jelly and I'm going to cover that cock of yours with it! Come on, honey, whenever you're ready just drive it home and make me come! All you have to do is give it to me and I'll start creaming; I'm so worked up you don't need to do anything imagine!"
He waited just a second or two, as if he might be savoring the moment, and then I felt his cock give a little twitch. He grunted out something and I knew that he was coming already. Imagine, he was popping his nuts and he didn't even have it in me good! That really got to me, him shooting off so quick; it made me think that maybe he wanted me so much that he just couldn't help letting go with his come when he felt his cock nestle up against my cunt.
"Oh, drive it in!" I whispered, pulling him down to me and trying to jerk my rear up so I could shove my cunt down over the head of his cock before he started shooting the cream out. "OOOHH, AGGHH! Do it to me now, Chuck, fuck me now! Ungghh!"
Suddenly he broke out of his trance and he really walloped the love pole to me. Man, I guess about five or six inches at once slid into me, all at the first stroke, and it felt like he was just tearing my poor cunt apart. I groaned louder, letting him know that he was doing a pretty good piece of work, and then he drew it out and shoved again. This time even more of that thing drove home and I could feel his come shooting out all over the inside of my cunt. It was the strongest shoot I'd ever felt, I guess; it was like a fire hose or something was loose inside me and covering my cunt with that hot, thick, sticky love juice. Oohh, did I ever let go then!
"All the way, honey, all the way!" I gasped out. "Fuck it in all the way! I want it all! Oohh, give it to me! Aiiee!"
He was shaking all over from head to foot and his cock was jerking around like I don't know what. It had been ages since I'd felt anybody come like that. Pete, you know, he's getting along to the point where he just gives me a couple of squirts and they're almost too weak to be called that even! before he rolls off. And as for staying hard and going again in five or ten minutes, forget it! Chuck was like a wild man. It seemed as though when his prick started pumping the sperm into me, it just triggered something inside him and really turned him loose.
"Ugghh! I'm coming!" he grunted, giving me another hump that sent his cock even further into me. "Oohh, it's great! You're milking my dick! You're tearing my balls off! Agghh! Eeehhh!"
Every time his cock squirted a big jet of come up my cunt, he got more aroused and at the end, when he really let loose with a tremendous wad of that sweet, scalding stuff, he was working it back and forth like a piston. Oh, did he ever get turned on! By the time he had it buried to the hilt I could feel the head of his cock trying to open up my cervix, which is something not even Pete could ever make happen, and I knew that I'd found myself a real man. I was coming all over I didn't have to put on a bit, as I'd thought maybe I would, just to make him feel better and my poor cunt was throbbing like a sprained ankle. He never let up, not even for a minute when his dick was shooting the hardest.
"Oohh, you're fucking me to death!" I grunted. "Oohh, darling, youll kill me with cock, you'll fuck me crazy!"
"I don't care, I can't stop!" he groaned, still humping like a mad bull and making it ten times better for me. "Ohhh, work your ass, baby, make that cunt talk to me!"
"Hold off a minute," I managed to tell him. "Here, let me work my legs up around you this ll let you get it in deeper! And baby, I want it in just as far as it'll go! Ahhh, that's the way I like to be fucked!"
I couldn't get my legs up over his shoulders the way I'd have liked; he was too close for me for that. But I squirmed around till I got my knees right up over his shoulder blades and that was almost as good. This really opened me up and when I got fixed just right it made all the difference in the world. My cervix was extra tight and when he felt his cock going into it he just about went out of his head.
"Anngghh! What are you doing to me? he grunted, still jabbing that big thing in and out as fast as he could. "Oohh, baby, you're tearing my cock off!"
"No, I'm just getting ready to give you another good fuck," I told him, locking my feet together and starting up a little buck-and-weave motion that made my cunt do really wild things to his prong. "I'm going to drain your balls; I'll make them come again like they've never come before! Just drive the cock to me, Chuck, let it all go in!"
I didn't have to say that, of course. I guess there wasn't anything on earth that could have kept him from doing just what I'd asked him to dp, but it made me feel better just to ask him. I'm that way; I like to use a lot of fuck talk when I've got a man between my legs. This time, though, he was giving me so much dick that after a while it seemed like he was punching my heart up into my throat and I couldn't say another word. He kept on driving that dick home, over and over, and it wasn't very long till he started getting ready to let go with another big orgasm.
"You're going to come!" I panted into his ear, tightening my legs and pulling him down closer so I could rub my nipples into his chest. "Yes, you're going to shoot more come in my cunt! And I'm going to love it, I swear I will! Oohh, let it go, Chuck, cream again!"
I knew that he couldn't keep that up very long not the way I was working my rear end and making my cunt slither up and down his prick. There wasn't a man on earth who could have held out very long against the kind of treatment I was giving him. While I was working my butt up and down and around, I started thinking about all the other things I could do to him. Mostly I was thinking about how nice it would be to go down on him and let him shoot a great, scalding load of come into my mouth; that really turned me on and when I thought about holding his cock between my lips while I jacked him off and ran my tongue all over the head of his tool I could feel my womb tightening up and getting ready for another big explosion.
"Ooohh, baby, hurry up and make it happen!" I told him. "I'm so close to coming; I can feel it getting ready. Oh, nobody's ever made me come like this! Do it to me, Chuck, and make me cream again! Just let your balls flood over and I'll be there with you, darling!"
That wasn't any lie. One of the sexiest things I know of is feeling a man let go with a climax. It doesn't matter if he's in my mouth or in my cunt or even in my hand, just as long as he's making it. When that prick starts swelling up and pumping out that love juice, my cunt isn't going to wait very long before it's making that scene too. It was that way with Chuck, only a lot more so because when he started to come it was just fantastic the way he shot off.
"Unngghh! Owwweee!" he groaned, stiffening up in a way that told me he'd be shooting in another minute or less. "Oohh, baby, I've got it again! I'm coming again!"
"Yeah! I feel it!" I cried out, making my butt do wild things as he shot another big load of hot, sticky come into my cunt. Ooohh, do I ever feel it now! You're shooting off again; you're making it again!"
I was making it too. Sometimes it seems to me as though a man's cock is like a radio antenna: when it's buried deep in your cunt and shooting out that wonderful love juice, I think it's like a radio station sending out signals. The signals read "come! come! come!" That's just what I was doing, answering those signals with a really great come of my own. I just let everything go when I felt him start; I shoved my nipples up into his chest and rubbed them around while my rump was making a corkscrew kind of motion, one that made his cock rub every part of my cunt and do fantastic things to me.
He kept on running his prick in and out till he'd shot every bit of his come. Finally he stretched out on top of me and laid there, really nice and relaxed, and panting as though he'd just finished running the marathon or something like that. I pulled my legs down to get a little more comfortable and he asked me if he was too heavy.
"No, just lie there," I said. "I like to feel you on me it's a real nice feeling. And your cock still feels good too!"
He'd lost most of his hard but not so much of it that the tool came out. He asked me if he'd done it all right and I assured him that I'd come more than I'd ever done before, which wasn't quite the truth but then he wanted to hear that and I always tell a man that he's fucked me better than anybody ever did it before. It makes them feel good, hearing things like that, and it doesn't cost anything so why shouldn't I tell a little white lie? It's not like it was anything really serious.
"Then we can do it again some time?" he asked when he found out how much I'd liked it. "This is really great!"
"Sure, we can do it again," I promised him. "If we're careful and don't broadcast what we're doing we ought to be able to spend a lot of time together."
"Yeah, we ought to be sure and be careful," he said. "Gee, I bet Mom would flip if she came piling in here and saw this scene!"
"Maybe we can work something out where we can have a lot more time and be sure that nobody will interrupt us," I said. "That would be nice, wouldn't it?"
"Mmmmm, real nice! Yeah, I could stay here all day doing this! I'll bet you know a lot of ways to do it!"
"You're right," I admitted. "And if you want to I'll show you every one of them. Oh, Chuck, there are so many ways a man and a woman can please each other, so many things for them to do! Yes, I'll teach you everything if you want me to!"
"Even..., " he began, but then he got embarrassed and wouldn't say any more.
I kept after him, begging him to tell me what it was he wanted to learn how to do, and finally he admitted that he'd like to have somebody go down on him.
"That won't be any trouble at all!" I promised him. "I love eating dick; it's a staple of my diet, you might say!"
"You mean ... all the way?" he asked, rearing up and looking at me real strange, as if he couldn't believe his ears. "All the way, till I can't hold it any more and ... well, come?"
"Sure, if you want me to I'll suck you off," I said. "Honey, there isn't a thing in the world wrong with making it that way I've been doing it to men for years and most of them have loved it!"
"But ... but doesn't the come taste bad?"
"Don't you believe it!" I said. "Mmmmm, there isn't much that tastes better than a really good come, all hot and thick; it really makes me get up for doing it right now, just thinking about how good it would be!"
"You're putting me on!" he said. "I don't really believe you'd do that to me!"
"If you're serious about not believing me, I'll prove it to you," I said. "Why don't you just ease out of me and come up this way? I'll suck your dick right now, fresh from my cunt!"
That really excited him, hearing me put it that way. It wasn't anything new to me; I've always thought that a fellow was best when he'd had his cock in my cunt first. I think I've got a nice tasting pussy and there are a few others who agree with me and when I get a prick all covered with come and pussy juice, mixed up together, it's just the best tasting stuff ever.
"Hey, if I get off of you the come will drip out, won't it?" he asked just as he was ready to pull his prick out. "Geez, it'll make a terrible mess on the bed!"
"Yeah, I guess you're right," I agreed. "Look, why don't you hand me something? I'll stuff it between my legs to take up the drip and that way there won't be any evidence to give us away!"
He looked around but the only thing he could reach was a pair of his underwear. I took them and held them down to my pussy, ready to clap them over my hole when he got his cock out. He pulled out and I got the shorts stuffed down in place, just in time he'd shot so much come up my cunt that I'm sure it would have soaked the mattress clear through if I hadn't caught it with something. Then he started crawling up me, bringing me my treat. It was semi-hard and as he brought it closer it started getting harder; I guess he was getting turned on at the thought of ramming his dick into my mouth. Well, I was getting a little excited too. Just looking at that big thing, so wet and red from the fucking I'd given it, was enough to make my pussy start throbbing all over again.
"Mmmmm, that's the way, just bring it closer and stick it close to my lips," I told him, reaching down so I could tickle my clit with one finger while I sucked him. "Nice and wet, flavored with fucking that's the best way to go down on a big, hard fellow like that!"
He knelt over my face and fed the cock to me. Mmmmm, the flavor of that big rod! His come was just as sweet and tasty as any I ever had, I suppose, and being mixed in with my pussy drip just made it a lot better than it would have been otherwise. I ran my lips down over the head and started working my tongue around that groove that separates the head from the rest of the shaft. He didn't know what to make of it at first but pretty soon he caught on to the whole game and then he was fucking his big cock in and out of my mouth as I worked my tongue and lips around it.
He'd already gotten another tremendous stiff and after a bit I could tell that he was feeling his oats enough that he might even give me another little jolt of come. I looked up at him and tried to signal with my eyes so I wouldn't have to take my mouth off that wonderful prong of his. He saw what I was trying to say and it just made him all the more eager to cream in my mouth.
"I'm going to come again!" he yelped. "I can't hold it any more; I've got to let it go! I'm going to come in your mouth if you don't stop sucking my cock! Ooohh, don't stop; it's so good!"
"Mmmmmm! Ooohh!" I groaned, never taking my mouth off that dick of his.
I wasn't about to let go of him, if that's what he was thinking; once I'd gotten that far I was way past the point of no return. My finger was really doing a job on my clit and I was just about to pop one off myself. I figured that I'd start making it just about the time he let go with his come; that would be all the extra excitement I needed to get my own come to rolling.
I'd figured it exactly right. When I felt his cock swell up and then spit out that first jet of come I just melted inside. Even though he'd fucked me into two really great climaxes I could still get another one and I just let go with everything I had. He kept humping it in my mouth, almost driving the big thing down my throat, and then after it started spurting come he just held it there as though he might be paralyzed.
"Ooohh! Agghh! Owww!" he moaned over and over as his cock leaped and jerked around, squirting hot sperm as fast as it could for a few beats and then dying out.
He'd already come so much when he'd fucked me that he didn't have but just a little of the good stuff but I wasn't going to complain about that. It tasted good, real good, and I was real happy to get even that much. At that, he still shot off more than Pete does when he's fresh, which ought to give you an idea of just what kind of stallion that kid was. I sucked him dry and swallowed every drop of his come.
"You did it!" he whispered, looking as though he might have seen something he'd never expected to see before. "You really did it!"
"You know it, I really did suck you off," I said. "And do you know something else? It was good, Chuck, it was damned good! I really had myself a ball, sucking your big cock!"
"Huh? You mean you made it too?" he asked.
"Yes, I was fingering my pussy while I was going down on you," I admitted. "And when I felt that big rod of yours start shooting out come I let loose with a real nice come!"
"You were fingering your. . . , " he began, looking really surprised and shocked when he realized that I'd been doing it to myself. "Hey, you mean chicks can make it like that too?"
"Of course we can," I told him. "We don't have to have a guy around to make it; we can do it by ourselves. Of course, I've always thought it was a lot better with a guy but sometimes when I get really turned on strong and there's nobody around I just work it out myself!"
That really fascinated him. Most of the guys I'd known before hadn't cared much at all about what girls did to themselves but this Chuck, he was really different. I mean, it was like he was about as interested in that as he was in plowing my furrow! Time was getting short and I didn't want to risk his mother coming back and finding me there so he and I agreed that we'd get together again as soon as we could and then I left. I put my head to it and started figuring.
I didn't much want to get him into my own apartment because Pete's gotten into the habit of spending more time around there than he ever did before and who knows when he might come wandering in? It just wouldn't do for him to catch me having fun with a kid like that. So I sat down and started trying to see what I might be able to work out. The solution was a lot easier than you might expect. I mean, here I was the manager of a big apartment complex almost sixty units and there was always a turnover. Usually there were two or three units vacant at any one time and I had the key to them, so why not use one of them? I got hold of the kid and told him that whenever he felt ready he should just give me a call and I'd give him the number of one of the vacant units and we'd meet there for our fun and games. He thought this was a pretty cool idea and I didn't think it was too bad myself.
We got into the habit of getting together at least twice a week, sometimes it was almost every day. He was so young and strong and horny I think he could have managed two meetings a day but of course I couldn't manage quite that many meetings. When we did get together, thougn, it was nothing but sex, sex, sex! Man, could he ever get his cock ready to go in a hurry! For the first month or so it was just like that first time he'd show up with this tremendous stiff and we wouldn't waste any time on the preliminaries, we'd just strip and go to it. Almost always he'd start shooting his nuts as soon as he got it in me and then he'd just fuck straight through that come and go on to the next one.
"Oh, baby, I don't know how you do it," I moaned one afternoon after he'd just made me come twice in a row. "You just about killed me that time and your cock's still hard enough to go again!"
"I wanted to save some for later," he said. "After you show me how you do it to yourself, I mean!"
"Hey, that's right," I said. "I was going to show you how a girl can make it by herself, wasn't I? All right, I'll tell you what: I'll give you a little demonstration but you've got to do something for me too. I want you to jack off at the same time! That way well both be doing it to ourselves and it'll be a lot sexier!"
He thought that was really a crazy idea and we did it just that way. I leaned up against the headboard of the bed we were using and when he pulled his cock out of me it was already just as wet and slippery as it could be. I reached down with both hands and started giving myself a really hard hand job. I wasn't sure I could make it that way it had been a long time since I'd played the do-it-yourself game but because he was kneeling between my legs and pumping that big cock of his I got a real head of steam worked up and it didn't take too long before I had some fine results. I fucked my cunt with a couple of fingers from one hand and used the other to tickle my clitty. With both going at once I had a sexy feeling that wouldn't stop and by watching him work his dick over I made it a lot better for myself.
"Man, this is really wild!" I gasped, digging in deep with my fingers and feeling my womb tighten up as the come got itself together for a big sex explosion. "I can feel it getting ready right now! Oh, Chuck, I'll be coming pretty soon!"
"God, I can feel it too!" he grunted, working that fist up and down his prick and humping it in and out with his hips. "Yeah, it's sexy as hell and
I'm going to come too!"
"Let it go!" I whispered, bracing my feet and giving my cunt a fierce jab with my fingers. "Shoot come all over me, Chuck! Let it shoot over my belly and tits; cover me with come!v Ooohh, baby, I'm going, I'm going! Anngghh, my cunt's falling all to pieces! Owwwooohh!"
I wasn't faking it; I was having myself a real come! I was surprised at how good it was--fingerdipping had never done too much for me before--and I really let it all hang out, as they say nowadays. When he saw me getting myself a fine come, Chuck got hotter too and it wasn't but a few seconds until he was creaming too. Naturally it wasn't a really full shower of that lovely prick juice but it was enough to make it a lot better for me. I was hoping he'd be able to shoot off onto my breasts, which all of a sudden seemed just utterly sensual to me, but he didn't have enough left. After all, he'd shot a couple of big loads of come into my cunt, you've got to remember, so I guess I was lucky to get even a small climax out of him. Anyway, he shot off a medium-sized load, mostly onto my belly, and then the last part of it dripped down onto the hair covering my pussy.
"Mmmmm, shoot!" I groaned, turning loose of my pussy with one hand and rubbing that hot, sticky stuff all over my belly and into the hair around my slit. "I love to feel a man's come on my body! Give me some more, Chuck, give me some more hot come!"
That ought to be enough to give you an idea of the kind of fun we had together. Chuck and his mother left the apartment complex after about a year, so I didn't have too much more time to enjoy him. He came back to see me after he left, visiting me a couple of afternoons, but I think he found himself a girl his own age and so he wasn't quite so hot about doing it to me any more. That didn't worry me a whole lot because I'd already noticed another young kid, a nice young man of about fifteen who was living in another apartment. It didn't take him too long to figure out what I was interested in and he turned out to be even hornier than Chuck had been. He had a little more experience too he told me that he'd had a couple of girlfriends from his school and that they'd both loved to fuck but the best thing about him, his name was Ricky, was that he also liked to go down on a woman. I never could get Chuck too interested in eating pussy but Ricky was just a perfect little pig about that stuff. In fact, once he discovered that I liked to eat dick, we probably made it more often that way than any other. He and his mother lived in the complex for a couple of years, up until last May, and now I've got another arrangement worked out with another renter's son. He's just as nice as he can be and horny too that strikes me as about the best combination a woman could hope for!
Lois, a very striking woman with a well-preserved figure, showed no sign of remorse or guilt as she recounted her experiences with various young men. Her exceedingly voluptuous figure and highly developed sexual tastes were enough to provide erotic excitement of a kind which few youths encounter in females of their own age. Although she professed to have absolutely no emotional attachments for the young men whom she allowed to sample her physical charms, she did admit that she deliberately went out of her way to seduce them while ignoring advances made by older men. In other words, she definitely preferred young boys for her sexual partners.
This marked preference can be interpreted in several ways and there is little reason to choose one over another, due to the lack of evidence in favor of any one interpretation. Rather than lead the reader through the various possibilities and arrive at no valid conclusion, we feel that it would be more efficient and productive to concentrate upon more solid facets of her case history. In particular, we would direct the reader's attention to Lois's evident interest in the ejaculations of her young lovers. In every instance she recalled the number of times they had ejaculated and commented specifically upon the profuse quantity of semen discharged by these virile youths. She also contrasted their exuberant performances with the more modest discharge emitted by her husband. Lois appears to have been extremely sensitive in the vaginal area and was thus exquisitely aware of the orgasms enjoyed by her partners. As a recent writer commented with respect to another phase of sexuality, "mouth/penis orgasm gives you the opportunity to really feel and share the explosion of his coming to climax (you just don't have the sensitivity in the vagina) and this can be a thrilling experience for a woman." ("J," The Sensuous Woman, pp. 125-126.) Furthermore, we might also point out that, according to Dr. Alfred C. Kinsey, many partners can achieve in sexual intercourse a very real "psychologic satisfaction in knowing that a sexual union and deep penetration have been effected." (Kinsey, Sexual Behavior in the Human Female, p. 581.) There seems to be little reason to doubt that an extraordinarily abundant emission of semen could also be satisfying to the female, since it would eloquently testify to the pleasure of her partner as well as to her own sexual prowess in eliciting such a gushing tribute.
CHAPTER 5
Mrs. Peg E-, 40 yrs. Redhead.
Divorced. 5'4". 110 lbs. Teacher.
Sure, my marriage was a mistake-I married Will when I was nineteen; I was a freshman at college and when I discovered that I was three months' pregnant we decided that we'd get married-but at that w? managed to make it last for twenty years. The decree became final last year but for the past six years he hasn't spent much time at all in this house. He was a junior and the handsomest thing ever when I met him at college. I wasn't any virgin, of course, but he showed me ways of making it that I'd never even suspected before. And for a long time after the marriage we always managed to hit it off very well in bed, even if we did have our disagreements in other areas.
I've always been exceptionally susceptible to men and their charms. I lost my cherry when I was fourteen; a high school senior talked me into taking a ride with him and when we got back to town my cherry had disappeared completely. I'd learned something that I've never forgotten, though: I found out that there's nothing in this world like letting a fellow lie between your legs and stuff a big, fat cock up your pussy!
I'm not really sure if a sensual nature can be inherited or not. If it can, then Lyn, my fifteen year old daughter, is certainly a prime example of it working out in action. She's been a really active masturbator ever since she was twelve or so; at least I first became aware of how often she did it to herself when she was that age. Maybe it's because her only brother, Ted, was so much older than she is. Ted, he's the product of that mad, crazy, all-out fucking session I had with Will which led to our getting married in the first place.
Anyway, whatever the reason, Lyn really loves sexual action and I found her one day sprawled out on her bed, naked as could be and really humping her right hand. I'd knocked before entering her room, of course, but I guess she'd gotten too deeply involved with the act to be able to hear me or to call out to me. Anyway, when I walked into her room she was goosing herself as hard as she could and just about on the point of creaming. I was certainly surprised but also a little excited too-it was the first time in a long time I'd seen another person engaged in a sexual act and it affected me deeply.
I used to make Will jerk off for me; I loved watching him work his big cock up into an erection and then stroke it until he shot come up into the air. But that was different, because when he'd do that I'd always be there and usually as soon as he'd started shooting off I'd lean over and pop my mouth down over the head of his cock so I could get most of the come down my throat-I've always loved eating cock ever since the first time he stuck his dick in my mouth and fucked it until he came.
Lyn was just doing it to herself and I was only an innocent, non-participating bystander. She had a little girl's pussy, almost; there was only the barest suggestion of a trace of hair on her pussy and her breasts were just beginning to swell out. There wasn't anything immature about the way she was pumping her pussy into her fingers, though, or about the expression of complete sexual pleasure on her face. She was definitely working herself up to a full-scale womanly climax!
"I'm sorry I interrupted you," I said when she'd had her come and could pay attention to what I was saying. "I knocked and when I didn't hear any reply I came on in."
"That's all right," she said. "I guess you'd have found out some time. Do you think I'm awful for doing it like that?"
"Of course not, darling; I know how those things are," I said. "When I was your age I did the same thing! Sometimes there isn't anything else for a girl to do."
We've always been like that in our family. Will and I never tried to hide the fact that we made love, though we didn't invite the children to come into the bedroom and watch, and we always believed that it was best to face up the fact and admit it openly. I think that on the whole the children have benefited from our attitude; at least, I have a lot of reasons for believing that they both have a very responsible attitude toward sexuality. The reason I believe that about Lyn is rather interesting and it's also directly related to the way in which I acquired myself a young lover.
I had left school early on this particular day. A teacher's meeting had been scheduled and then was cancelled abruptly. Thus I arrived home perhaps two hours earlier than I'd been expecting to arrive. That was the reason I caught Lyn and Rob, her then-current boyfriend, making love on the living room sofa. It had been raining out and I'd come in through the back door, so I could leave my shoes and raincoat on the back porch. I walked through the kihchen in my sock feet; probably that's why I was able to slip up on them without them hearing me. Anyway, when I got into the hallway I could see them on the couch.
Rob was sprawled out on his back and his jeans were down around his knees. Lyn was beside him and she'd already let him take her blouse and bra off; she was just in her skirt and panties. He had his hand between her legs and she was holding his cock in her hands. My, I was impressed when I got a glimpse of that rod of his; it looked fully as big as Will's or any other prick I'd ever gotten close to! Lyn was working her fist up and down the length of that big tool and she was evidently trying to get him to be satisfied with just a hand job. He wanted more, however.
"Aw, come on, Lyn," I heard him say; "just because I got caught out without a rubber, that's no sign we oughtn't to make it some other way. Damn it, I'm getting tired of letting you jerk me off!"
"Rob, I'm just too scared," Lyn replied. "You know I'd let you fuck me till I was crazy with desire; I've always let you drive the prick up my cunt, haven't I? But those other ways, I'm just too scared of them!"
I'd edged closer all the time and by peeping around the door I had an excellent view of what they were doing. They were in a position where they couldn't see me, without turning to look, but I could see just about everything. When Lyn moved a bit I could see that he'd already taken her panties off, the little minx-she was naked under that skirt and she was letting him feel her up royally!
"Sure, you can do it," he insisted, rubbing and making her bite her lip to keep from crying out in ecstasy. "You could go down on me, baby; you could suck my dick! You've never done that to me and you know how often I've lapped that pussy of yours! Or you could let me do it to you like this. That's good too, I bet!"
I guess he'd put his finger up her ass when he said that, judging from what she said then and from the way she gasped out in delight.
"Oohh, Rob, don't do that!" she moaned, writhing and twisting as he fingered her. "Gee, how could I let you do it to me that way? Your finger almost kills me, I'm so tight back there; I just know your dick would rip me apart! Come on, honey, why don't you let me do it with my hand? You know how I love to see that big dick of yours come; let me do it to you that way, huh?"
"Hell, you jerked me off last night!" he said. "Damn it, Lyn, I want a little more than that! Come on, why don't you try sucking my dick and just see what my come tastes like? I bet you'll love it!"
"I just can't," she said. "I'm too afraid of what it would taste like, darling; suppose I got sick or something? And I'm still not sure that your friend was right about me not being able to get pregnant that way! Honest, Rob, I'm just not ready for that yet!"
I pulled back a little from the doorway and retreated halfway down the hall to think it over. My pussy was already fever-hot and dripping as though I were sixteen again; Will hadn't been home in a couple of months and it had been even longer than that before he'd given me a fuck, so I was really in a hungry, horny mood. I slipped a hand under my dress as I leaned against the wall and tried to think of a tactful, diplomatic way out of the mess I'd created for myself. That was a mistake, reaching up to feel of my pussy that way-I couldn't keep from giving my clitoris a little nudge and once I'd done that I was completely gone, I couldn't have pulled back from going ahead for anything in the world. Running my finger over my love-bud was like throwing a switch that started this irreversible trend: I was so worked up by just that little I'd seen that I began sweating and trembling all over. My nipples swelled up even more until I thought I was going to pop my bra and my cunt, well, it seemed to turn into a huge, aching, throbbing emptiness that was just begging to be filled. And I knew just what it would take to fill it, too: that tremendous cock I'd seen on my daughter's boyfriend!
I'd known Rob for several years and he'd been dating Lyn pretty steadily all that while too; at least she certainly seemed to be accustomed to taking his prick and working it into a gushing fountain of love. He was a big kid for his age-and I don't mean just in the prick department; there he was huge!-and a pretty good looking one too. Could I really make it with my daughter's boyfriend? Listen, once I'd seen what I'd seen and heard what I'd heard, there wasn't any use to even asking the question! I knew that I just had to have him; that's all there was to it!
I took a deep breath and went back down that hallway, heading back to the living room. I paused at the doorway, peeping around it, and I saw that while I'd been gone Rob had finished undressing Lyn. He had her skirt off and she was now completely naked except for her knee socks. He had also removed his own shirt and jeans, so that the two of them were as bare as they'd ever be, almost. She was laying back on the couch and he was nibbling up her thighs, preparing to get his mouth over her pussy, and I almost fainted at the beauty of it all.
Lyn was a really beautiful girl, even then. She had that long blonde hair and those extra-long, slender legs that just drive men wild, along with a pair of little but very firm breasts that rode high up on her chest and had little points that made her sweaters look very interesting indeed. When I looked back into the room her nipples were blood red-she must have been terribly excited-and she'd opened her legs up real wide to allow Rob to get closer to the slit she wanted him to tongue. I could see her pussy fur glistening over his headMt's a reddish gold and she has quite a large growth of it for a girl so young. She was trying to pull his face down into her pussy. I stood there in the doorway for a moment, drinking in the sensual beauty of that scene, and then she saw me. It took her a minute before she realized what it was she was seeing but then she gave a little cry and pushed him away.
"Oh, Rob!" she cried out. "It's Mom!"
If I hadn't been so damned turned on by it all I'd have died laughing when Rob turned around and saw me. He got this really shamefaced look on his face and blushed as red as anyone I ever saw. His prick just wilted right away, losing every bit of the stiffness he and Lyn had worked into it. Neither of them could say a word so I just walked into the living room and sat down in the armchair next to the couch.
"My teacher's meeting was cancelled," I said, trying to explain so they would know I hadn't deliberately set up a trap for them. "I'd have called to let you know but we got out a little early and I didn't think you'd be here."
"Mom, I wasn't going to let him fuck me," Lyn said, blurting it right out. "We were just messing around; we weren't going to do it, honest!"
"Hush, child, you don't need to say that," I said, trying to calm them down so they wouldn't get so excited. "If you weren't going ahead with it, then why did you let him get his face between your legs? You wouldn't do that unless you had something better on your mind!"
I said that deliberately, hoping I could lead the conversation into some directions that I could use more directly.
"No, she's right," Rob told me, facing me squarely and looking me in the eye with a lot of success, considering the extremely compromising situation I'd found him in. "We weren't going any further than just what you saw. I wanted her to let me but she wouldn't."
"Why wouldn't you let him go ahead?" I asked, relishing the lead he'd given me. "Surely you've done it before?"
"Yes, he's done it to me and I've done it to him," Lyn admitted, making me really proud of her forthrightness. "But I wasn't going to let him do it tonight, Mom, honest I wasn't!"
"Why wouldn't you?" I repeated. "You're not frigid, surely. If the look I saw on your face is any indicator, you would certainly have enjoyed letting him go ahead and do everything!"
"Ordinarily I would," she admitted. "Yes, I like to fuck, Mom, I've got to admit that. It's the truth and I can't deny it!"
"Well, you came by it honestly," I told her with a little smile. "I'm glad to hear that you're not frigid, honest I am."
"We might have gone ahead," Rob told me, "but I didn't have a ... well, you know, we didn't want her to get pregnant!"
"That's very thoughtful of you," I said, nodding approvingly. "Yes, I must commend you for that. We certainly don't want Lyn turning up pregnant!"
"I was trying to convince her that there were some other ways to go about it," Rob added, bringing a dart of hope to my heart. "But she didn't want to have anything to do with those ways."
"Oh? That's also very interesting," I said, throwing a look over at Lyn. "What ways, darling?
And why weren't you receptive to his suggestions?"
"Well, he wanted me to ... well, to do it to him with my mouth," Lyn said, getting just a little embarrassed. "I wouldn't do that because I wasn't sure I'd like the taste of his stuff. I mean, suppose it made me sick? And mightn't I get pregnant anyway just by drinking it? The other way was ... he wanted to do it to me in the rear. You know, in the other hole down there!"
She was a little embarrassed to admit that her boyfriend wanted to fuck her in the ass but she's a very honest girl. Rob blushed a little more when she said that; I guess he wasn't sure that it was really a good way to make love. I didn't say anything for a minute, letting the tension build up and pretending that I was thinking it all over carefully so I could come to a decision of some sort.
"Perhaps you should have come to me with your questions," I said to Lyn. "I know, darling, it isn't easy for a girl to ask her own mother if it's all right for her to go down on her boyfriend. In fact, I'm damned sure I wouldn't have had the nerve to ask such a question of my own mother! As it was, I had to find out for myself!"
"What? You mean ... you've done it that way?. . Lyn asked, getting round eyes and looking very surprised. "You and Daddy have done it French?"
"Of course we have," I assured her. "Did you think that you young people invented that for yourself? And as for the other possibility Rob was urging on you, yes, I've had it that way too! I'll even go further and say that both of them are very pleasant, exciting ways to make love with a man. Furthermore, you can't get pregnant either way!"
"Huh? You mean if you drink the stuff it won't affect you?" Lyn asked, still more surprised at what she was learning about her mother.
"I won't say it won't affect you, but it won't make you pregnant," I told her. "As for effects, well, it might make you more loving; it might give you a little extra excitement and pleasure that you couldn't get any other way!"
"I just can't believe it!" she murmured, looking away from me for a moment. "My own mother, doing things like that! No, I don't mean that I think you're awful or anything of the kind; I'm just surprised to learn that you've ... well, had so much experience!"
"Is there any reason why I should have taken a vow of chastity once I'd given birth to you?" I asked, amused at her perplexity. "Do you think that once we'd finished making our family I should give up the one pleasure I'd grown to love most of all?"
"No, of course I don't think that," Lyn said. "It's just that ... oh, I don't know, it's just a new idea to get used to!"
"I can appreciate that," I told her. "I remember that I was very surprised too when I first understood that my mother and father were still making love pretty regularly. But that's neither here nor there, Lyn. The important thing is you, you and Rob."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
By this time they'd forgotten all about being naked in front of me, which I thought was a pretty good sign that they were getting around to accepting their bodies just as they were. I sneaked a look at Rob's cock and it was hanging down limply between his legs, though even then it was still of a stupendous size; it looked something like a king-sized frankfurter, except that I knew it would be a lot tastier and far more satisfying to eat.
"Well, it's fairly clear that you've been running your cock up Lyn's cunt for some time," I said, deliberately using the frankest language I could in an effort to establish my own frankness. "Yes, you needn't blush about it; I imagine she isn't the first girl her age to get fucked and to enjoy it! And if I guess right, you'll probably go on fucking each other no matter what I say or do. I can remember when I was your age, Lyn; I'd already had a boy put his prick up me and I was totally in favor of it. I couldn't any more have kept him from pulling my panties off and stuffing my cunt full of cock, once I'd sampled that delicious treat, than I could have stopped breathing!
"So, if you're both going to keep on doing what you've been doing, and there's very little chance you won't, then I guess it's my duty to see that you get as much enjoyment out of it as you can!"
That really startled them. Even though I'd been sitting there very calmly, not at all like a mother would ordinarily do once she's discovered her daughter in the act of getting her pussy eaten out, they still weren't prepared for that remark. Seeing that they didn't quite know what to make oout of what I'd said, I went on to clarify my meaning to them.
"It's very simple," I explained. "I just want to make sure, Lyn, that you enjoy your sexuality to the fullest. Naturally I'd breathe a little easier if I knew that you weren't sleeping with anyone but I suppose we can take some measures to lessen the chances of a pregnancy. In the meantime, why shouldn't I help you all I can? God knows, I wish that I'd have had someone to tell me a few things when I was your age! It would have been a lot easier than learning it the hard way!"
"What do you think I should do to enjoy it more?" she asked me. "Oh, Mom, when he puts that big thing in me and works it back and forth I almost die, it's so good! Is there anything any better than that?"
"I know of some things that are just about as good," I told her. "Or at least I always thought so! I mean, for example, that you could very easily suck him off the way he wanted you to. Or, for that matter, you could let him fuck your ass. Darling, I've done it both ways and believe me, I know that they're really excellent!"
"But Mom, he might shoot off in my mouth!" Lyn wailed. "You can't be serious; what if he started coming and I had my mouth over his cock?"
"That's the point of doing it to him," I told her. "Look, I know this may sound a little strange, but if that's what it takes to convince you I'll suck him off myself, just to prove to you that it's possible and also good. Is that what you want me to do?"
I asked the question in a playful tone, trying not to let them see how much I actually wanted to go down on him, but then Lyn gave me a real strange look, one that I'd never seen before.
"Hey, what a crazy idea!" she whispered, licking her lips with excitement. "Man, to watch my own Mom sucking my boyfriend! Wow!"
I think it was because she'd already been worked up to such a peak of excitement, and then I'd blown in to interrupt them; that's the main reason why Lyn had such a sudden turnabout. She'd turned into a far different creature from the little girl I'd always known and now she was ready for sexual adventure of the most abandoned kind. Later, after Rob had left, she swore to me that she hadn't gone in for group gropes or any of that wild stuff that some kids do nowadays. I believed her but it was pretty clear that she was made of the kind of stuff wife-swappers and people like that are made of. I'd never done any swapping either but I've got a feeling that's mostly because I was never confronted with the opportunity. From what I saw of myself that day, I think I could have jumped at the chance; certainly I got really turned on thinking about doing things with Rob while Lyn watched.
Rob was getting in the mood for something like that too. They were both so excited that I felt my own pussy getting even hotter and slippier and I knew that something was going to happen pretty soon. Lyn, the little devil, brought things to a head. She reached over and got hold of Rob's cock-the thing was already getting some life back in it and was almost as big and hard as it had ever been-so she could jack him off a little. I watched her and I could see that she's spent a lot of time handling his prong; she really knew how to handle a prick!
"Look, Mom, I'm getting him hard for you!" she murmured, looking from me to the prick and back again. "He's getting hard and hot! Won't you show me how to go down on him? How to suck him till the come shoots out? Please? Show me how to do it, Mom!"
"Yeah, let's see how it goes," Rob added. "I haven't shot off since last night!"
I couldn't stop myself from going ahead. I gave one look at Lyn and then I knelt down beside the couch and went to work on him. Lyn held her hands on his balls and the base of his cock, so she could be sure when he got his come, and I started in on the other end. It had been a long time since I'd had a cock in my mouth but I was determined to make up for all that lost time so I really gave that lad a sucking. He was a real mouthful but I got my mouth far down onto the thick shaft of his prick, so that his head went down my throat, and then I got a suction worked up that really made him start feeling good. My tongue was working around the head of his tool, digging into that sensitive part and caressing him all over, and I was working my head up and down to make it even better for him.
"Mmmmm, she's sucking me!" Rob exclaimed, holding onto my head and working his prick in and out of my mouth. "Lyn, she's got a suction going that's like a vacuum cleaner! Ooohh, she's got her tongue all over my dick! It's the best ever, it's out of sight! Ooohh! Agghh! Owww!"
He howled and moaned and then he let go with a tremendous orgasm. It was the strongest I'd had in a long time and I thought it would never end. He just shot and shot till I was sure his balls didn't have any come left but still that sweet, sticky stuff poured out of his cock. I swallowed like crazy and even then a little dribble ran out the corner of my mouth and down the shaft of his cock. Lyn was still holding on to his tool and when she felt him come, when she knew beyond any doubt that I was sucking him all the way, she couldn't hold back her admiration and wondered surprise.
"Oh, Mom, I can feel him coming!" she exclaimed. "He's shooting hot come and you're drinking it! God, I never would have believed it could happen!"
"Mmmmm! Unnngghh!" Rob groaned, working his prick harder and squirting the last of his prick juice out into my mouth.
I sucked him till there wasn't a drop of that wonderful jism left. I swallowed it all too, all except that little bit that ran down the shaft of his cock. Lyn got that. She put her finger out and scraped up that little dribble of sperm, holding it up on her finger and looking at it as though it were liquid gold. I could see that she was trying to get her nerve worked up to taste of it and I held my breath expectantly.
"I've made him shoot so much of this stuff before!" she murmured, adoring the sperm with her eyes. "I've jacked him off I don't know how many times and he's filled a hundred rubbers with the stuff and I never before thought seriously about tasting it!"
"Go ahead, darling, it won't hurt you," I told her, trying to egg her on so she would do it. "It's got a strong, distinctive taste that's more exciting than anything else in the world! Try it, you'll love it!"
She did, popping the finger into her mouth. She held it there for a moment, savoring the flavor of his come, and then she shuddered violently. She began to come-that's how exciting it was to her!-and she clapped one hand over her pussy and began giving herself a rub as that sweet little slit began pounding and throbbing with joy. Rob and I were enthralled with what she was doing and when she had her come out she opened up her eyes and smiled sweetly.
"Marvelous! Oh, I wish I'd had the nerve to try that before!" she exclaimed. "You're right, Mom, it's better than anything I've ever tasted before! Mmmmmm, what a sexy taste! It made my pussy throb so hard I just couldn't hold it back-I had to come!"
"I don't blame you," I told her. "It is good!"
"I love to watch her finger herself," Rob murmured. "And I think she-likes to show off too!"
"You said it was also possible to get fucked in the ass," Lyn said, looking at me with a question in her eyes. "Will you show me how to do that too? Please, Mom? Gee, I bet you could show me a lot that I'd like to know!"
"My, you are a little eager beaver, aren't you?" I asked. "But hadn't you better consult Rob about that? Since he's the one who'll have to do the job?"
"No sweat there," Rob said, grinning widely. "Ever since I saw a picture book that showed a girl getting it that way I've been wild to try it. I've been after Lyn for a month to let me do it like that but she's afraid. I've stuck my finger up her ass and she says it's wild but she thinks my prick is too big for her."
"You've got a big one, there's no denying that," I told him. "But that doesn't mean that a girl's ass-hole won't stretch to fit! All right, if you're both determined to see it and do it, I suppose I might as well go along with you. But what would you say to going into the bedroom and getting more comfortable?"
They were very agreeable to that and we moved our scene of operations. I undressed, which was something I'd been aching to do all along, and Rob was surprised at how nice my body was. I admit it, I went out of my way to stage a little strip scene for him so he'd get even more excited, but once I was naked he was ready to go. Lyn was excited too and when I got up into the kneeling position they both got behind me to look at my pussy.
"Don't take too long," I told them. "I haven't been fucked in a long time and I feel as though I could come any minute. Rob, you'd better put your prick up my cunt just to get it wet-then take it out and shove it in the upper hole."
Lyn decided that she wanted to put him in me. The little devil, she was just full of sexy ideas! I thought that was something else, her wanting to guide her own lover's cock into her mother's cunt, but it only made me more excited than ever. I almost screamed when I felt his prick going through the lips of my pussy; I'd been without one for so long and I was so excited! Rob was amazed that my cunt was as tight as it was but I'd gotten so turned on, and it had been so long since anything larger than my finger had been in there, that it was about the same size as Lyn's sweet little hole. He shoved his cock home, bathing it in the oils I'd generated, and exclaiming with delight.
"God, she's as hot as a pistol!" he muttered, plastering his belly to my rump and giving me a good, strong nudge. "Mmmmm, her cunt's like a big, hot fist!"
"I guess it runs in the family," Lyn said, giggling a little nervously. "Go on, honey, take it out and give it to her in the ass! It looks like it'll be a lot tighter still!"
He did just that, with her aiming the big tool up into place. I was a little worried about it, because it had been so long since I'd had a man there, but I knew that I'd taken men before who were at least as large as him and that I could stretch to fit his dick. I told him to go easy but not to worry about hurting me; he promised that he would do just that.
"The main thing you've got to do, Lyn, is to concentrate on relaxing the muscles in your rump," I told her as they got ready for the big push. "If you get tense itT.I never go, not without causing you a lot of pain. But if you relax then you can take it without much trouble. Mmmmm, I can feel his prick against my ass-hole now; it's beautiful!"
"God, this is sexy," Lyn murmured. "Oh, Mom, I've never felt this way in all my life! I'm going to have to finger-fuck while he's doing it to you; I can't hold it back; I'm so turned on!"
"Go ahead, we'll all make it together," I told her. "Uhhh! Oohh! I feel him going in! He's spreading my ass-hole! He's doing it to me!"
"Fuck her, Rob, fuck her good!" Lyn cried out, falling back to where she could see everything and still have the freedom to rub her little slit. "Do it to her, honey, get it all the way in and then shoot off good!"
"It's tight!" he exclaimed, pushing hard and forcing his prick inside me. "Oohh, it's tight! Ummm, there!"
"Aiiee!" I cried, feeling his big tool tear me wide open and then slide in deep. "Owwwee! He's going in! Oh my God, he's in my ass and I'm coming!"
That's all it took, just the feeling of him going in my rear, and I was off like a wild creature. I humped back against him, driving myself further down upon his prick, and he fucked it into me with a great lunge that sent at least half of his tool into my rear. I wanted it in all the way, so I could feel his balls rubbing at the lips of my pussy-that's got to be one of the sexiest sensations ever!-and it wasn't but just a second or two before that's just the way I had it. He held onto my hips and fucked it deep as I came and came until I was sure I'd pass out. Lyn was fingerfucking herself like mad and then Rob started coming too.
Even though he'd just let go with a tremendous load of come in my mouth, he was young enough to be able to do it again and almost as strongly. When I felt his prick let go with that blast of scalding love juice I just went wild, humping back and forth and shaking like a leaf. Lyn said afterward that she'd never seen anything like it in her life, that she didn't know a woman could make it as violently as I did.
"Agghh! Ooohh! Do it!" I gasped, working his tool around in my rear with a sideways motion of my hips. "Anngghh! Mmmmm!"
"Oooff! Hunnhh!" he grunted, trembling madly as his balls pumped out the come I wanted.
When he'd finally exhausted his capacity and I'd worked my rump till there wasn't any feeling left in it for both of us I just fell forward and rolled onto my side. He'd really given me a workout and I didn't have a bit of strength left. Lyn kept on fingering herself, working her pussy up to another white-hot peak of excitement and then bringing herself off. The little minx, she'd already learned how to finger herself so well that she could give herself two or three climaxes in a row, all close together so that when she stopped she really had given herself a workout. I was never able to do it that well but as they say, the younger generation is superior in every respect!
She was all ready to let him give it to her in the rear, once she'd seen how great it had been for me, but I cautioned her against it. Somebody told me once that it's real easy to get infections by not washing the man off as soon as he's gotten his prick out of your ass and I've always stuck to that rule. They were ready to listen to my advice, especially when I suggested to Lyn that she might like getting in the shower with him and washing off his prick with her own hands. They'd never been in the shower together before and Lyn said afterward that she got so hot she really had to fight herself to keep from making him fuck her right there.
As it was, they came out of the shower all steamed up and ready to go in whatever fashion they could. Rob suggested that they try a round of sixty-nine, since it still didn't seem too good an idea to try for a regular fuck, and that's what they did. I told Lyn to get over him, so she could rub her twat into his mouth as she went down on him, and she took to it right away.
"Gee, Mom, I'm sure glad now that you caught us," she said just before she took his cock in her mouth. "I don't know when I'd have gotten up my nerve to have done this to him!"
"You just go ahead and do it," I told her, settling back so I could see it all and finger my clit at the same time. "You're going to find that you've been missing something wonderful but there's a lot of time to make up for it. Go on, darling, take his prick and do everything you can to make him shoot come in your mouth!"
She didn't need much teaching to learn how to give his prick the most effective treatment. He was really burrowing into her pussy and I could hear his tongue lapping at the mouth of her pussy. She was rubbing it into his mouth and getting a full head of steam and I suppose the more excited she became the more frantically she licked and sucked at his prick. I know that I'm that way and there isn't any reason why she ought not to do the same thing. It didn't take long; they were both highly aroused and in a surprisingly short time they were both coming strongly.
"Mmmmmm! Gllbbb!" Lyn moaned when his cock started shooting out those big, lovely jets of scalding-hot come.
I was getting a very good sensation myself, from the way my finger worked over my clit, and just as they reached the peak of their excitement I shoved two fingers deep into the mouth of my own cunt. It was enough, together with the pleasure of watching them make it so well, and I felt my own cunt turn into hot, quivering jelly.
"Ahhh! I'm coming too!" I moaned, working my hips up and down to get my cunt going around my fingers even better. "Ooohh, I'm making it!"
Rod had to leave shortly after that. Before he left, however, he told Lyn that she'd sucked him very well and that they were going to make a habit of doing it that way. I told him to be sure and bring some rubbers the next time and he promised that he'd never be without at least one after that experience.
"And I suppose we'd better make some arrangements to get you started on an oral contraceptive," I said to Lyn. "If you're going to be acting like a grown woman you might as well do it in a responsible way. A little forethought and care will save you a lot of embarrassment later. And I think you'll also find that a rubber takes away a lot of the pleasure of making love."
"I believe that already," she told me. "Gee, when I felt him shoot off in my mouth I just went wild! I can't wait to see what it's like when he lets go like that inside my cunt!"
After that introduction you can be sure that Rob spent a lot more time at our house. I wasn't sure just how he and Lyn would react to my participating in their fun but as it turned out they both wanted to include me as much as possible. As soon as Lyn and I had started an oral contraceptive program and we'd been on the Pill long enough for it to be effective, she insisted that Rob spend at least part of his time in fucking me. I thought that was extremely generous of her and I said as much after she'd convinced me that she really wanted me to have him too.
"It's only partly generosity," she said. "I think it would be a really exciting thing, for him to fuck you just as soon as he's had me. It's a way of you and me being closer together, I think. Come on, Mom, lie back there and spread your legs-he's still hard as a rock and his prick will be dripping wet as soon as he pulls it out of my cunt!"
The little devil, she was exactly right! Rob had just finished screwing her till she'd cried with joy and he had also deposited a very generous load of sperm in her tight little cunt. That didn't do anything to slow him down, though; he said that the very thought of getting his prick lodged between the lips of my pussy was enough to make his balls steam up again. As soon as he got off her he just skipped across the bed and I grabbed his prick to shove it into my own notch. Lord, was that ever exciting!
"God, you're all wet with her cunt!" I groaned, running my fingers up and down the slippery shaft of his prick and feeling my clitoris give a little dance of excitement. "Oohh, Rob, this is going to be the best fucking I've ever had!"
My poor cunt was almost swollen shut with erotic excitement and he had to push hard to get it in me. It felt like a big sword cutting me in two when that tool went in for the first time. I'd been fingering myself as he'd fucked Lyn but I hadn't come; I'd just gotten myself worked up to the point where I couldn't hold it back much longer. As soon as I felt his big prick spreading the rim of my cunt into a circle, stretching it to fit, I knew I was gone and I just let go with everything I had.
"Agghh! Do it now!" I cried out, reaching up to pull him down to me and locking my legs together around him. "Ugghh! Oohh, Rob, drive that cock home!"
He drew back and let me have it with a ferocious thrust. I felt as though someone had hit me with an axe! Oh, did he ever drive that rod in to the hilt! I whooped with joy and then it was all over for me; I couldn't remember anything after that. Lyn told me later that I just went wild, humping my hips up to him and grinding like mad. I believe it because I've never felt a man go in any better than I felt Rob going into my cunt that afternoon. He kept on working it in and out until I came to. When I got over that first climax he was still pumping, trying to get himself another come, so I grabbed hold again and we were off to the races. I came twice more before he finally got enough. After he'd shot a tremendous load of come up me, he fell off and that was the end of that young man, at least for a while that afternoon.
Lyn and I have had many an enjoyable afternoon with Rob since that time. She's still just as willing as she can be to share him with me. I tell her that she just does it because it makes her hotter, seeing him do things with me, and she admits that that is part of the reason for her generosity. I've also got to admit, though, that we've grown a lot closer together-more like friends, you know?-since we've started sharing a lover. Some people might not like it but it sure helps build a closer relationship with your daughter, or so I've found it. I don't know how much longer it will last but I'd deadly serious about enjoying it while I'm able to-I haven't had anything this good in a long time!
Peg's relationship with her young daughter and with the girl's youthful but exceedingly virile lover pose several interesting problems to those wishing to understand the psychodynamics of that highly unusual triangle. Mate sharing is far from an unknown form of human sexual behavior, to be sure, but seldom have we encountered cases of a mother and daughter sharing the same lover. The case is of particular interest to this study, of course, because of the disparity in age between Peg and Rob. That discrepancy, however, is not the dominant characteristic of their mutual relationship; the matter of greater interest, we believe, is Peg's attitude toward her daughter.
The essential element in this troilistic love affair is a deeply repressed but nonetheless real homosexual attraction between Peg and her daughter. The reader will perhaps have noted the unusual freedom with which Peg discussed sexual matters with the girl, even before catching her in the act of cunnilingus. This frankness sprang from Peg's interest in the girl as a sexual object, though she managed to push that interest down and to disguise it as "maternal concern." Rob's appearance, however, allowed the repressed homosexuality to surface somewhat and to take on a different guise.
This analysis of Peg's feelings toward her daughter should not be too surprising. A homosexual interest is often lurking beneath the surface of many troilist relationships. Dr. Frank Caprio has analyzed one of these menages-one involving a woman and two women-in terms that are directly applicable to our present case. "In having his wife indulge in homosexual relations with the other woman'" writes this authority, "he identifies himself with his wife (a displacement of his own homosexual desires to perform fellatio upon another man). Where a man shares his wife with a friend, he betrays his latent homosexuality. Such sexual arrangements are not too uncommon. They can always be interpreted as evidence of disguised homosexuality." (Variations in Sexual Behavior, p. 269.)
Exactly the same psychological principles would apply in the present case. Peg's desire to engage in homosexual relations had been repressed, due no doubt to the widespread social disapproval of this kind of affair, but the desire nonetheless remained strong. It surfaced in the guise of an attraction toward Rob, her daughter's lover. There can be little doubt that in watching Rob make love to her daughter, Peg identified with the lad. This impression is further strengthened when we remember the interest Peg displayed in her daughter's sexual life-masquerading as a tender concern for the girl's well-being-and the readiness with which she accepted Rob's phallus immediately after it had been in Lyn's vagina. These factors are conclusive, we believe, and confirm the diagnosis of this case as one involving a repressed homosexual longing on the part of the mother.
CHAPTER 6
Susan W-, 39 yrs. Blonde. Single. 5'6", 122 lbs. Teacher.
I didn't have any sexual experiences of any kind until I was eighteen years old. That's partly my fault but it's also because of my parents and the way I was brought up. You see, my parents are extremely religious and are devout members of this little Pentecostal congregation that meets over a store owned by one of the congregation's members. They've always said that it's the nearest thing to the kind of church they remembered from West Virginia-we moved to the city here when I was a year old-and that they've always clung to it for that reason.
Whatever the true nature of that church, it is fiercely devoted to the old ways. Periodically when I was growing up the preacher would mount a campaign against what he called "modern fashions" and all the children would have to put up with an endless series of sermons and tirades against dancing, smoking, extreme use of cosmetics and all sorts of other things which the minister and most of the congregation believed were "works of the devil." Perhaps that's one reason why none of the children I grew up with remained faithful to that way of life-we all associated it with prohibitions forbidding us to do what every other child our own age was doing.
Of course sex was so forbidden that we didn't even dare talk about it. I don't understand how the West Virginians get around this prohibition but they seem to do so with a great deal of regularity, to judge from the statistics on illegitimacy. I made a point of looking that up in the census records and I was more than a little surprised to find that the county my parents came from had one of the highest per capita rates of illegitimacy in the entire country! Perhaps the sermons there made even less impression on those people than the sermons I heard made on me, I don't know.
However that may be, I had no idea at all of the emotional dynamite contained between my legs until I was eighteen-almost nineteen, really-and beginning college. Mom and Dad wouldn't let me date when I was in high school and still at home, except under circumstances that dismayed all the boys I knew, and it took a great deal of convincing before they agreed to let me go off to college. My very first date tried to make me and I was simply horrified at the way he behaved. Kissing, I thought, was nice but when this fellow tried running his hand up my leg I was sure that I was being raped.
I mentioned this to my roommate when I got back to the dorm and she nearly died laughing. At first she wouldn't believe that I was serious but after a while I managed to convince her that I was perfectly sincere. Fortunately she was a compassionate soul and, once she accepted my story, she took pity on me and gave me a fairly complete idea of what I'd been missing up until that time. I found it difficult to believe that people could really do all the things she told me about, much less enjoy them, but she seemed so sincere that I had to accept her at her word. I could never get my nerve up for the real thing, though; whenever a boy would touch me and begin trying something serious in a sexual way, I'd always lose my nerve and chicken out. You can imagine that I didn't have too much of a social life for most of my stay at college.
Once I'd gotten my degree and had started teaching, though, it was a little different. I had to force myself to go to bed with a man for the first time. He was one of my fellow teachers at the first school I had and he was also married. We met at a shopping center one evening at dusk and spent a couple of hours in a motel. I didn't come, when he did it to me that first time, but I learned enough about myself that I could see the possibilities. I also learned something else-where to find a bookstore that had a nice collection of magazines, those illustrated from Denmark, showing people doing all these bizarre things to each other. He had a fixation on them and brought along three or four to the motel. As he played with me and got himself hard, we both looked at the pictures and commented on them. I found out where he'd gotten them and determined to pay a visit to that place myself.
As a result of my interest in lewd pictures, I became very interested in such things and taught myself how to masturbate. For a couple of years that was my sex life-looking at scandalously detailed sex pictures and masturbating. This all changed one afternoon, when I'd been teaching three years, and found one of my favorite students going down on another teacher behind the stage. I'd gone back there to find a piece of lighting equipment which I wanted for a drama production I was planning and I saw Suzie kneeling in front of Roger, a math teacher. I surprised them in flagrante delicto, as the saying has it, and judging from the groans of joy that I heard from Suzie she was enjoying it about as much as Roger was.
"What's going on here?" I blurted out as soon as I saw them.
Of course it took me a moment to realize what she was doing to him-although I'd seen many pictures of girls sucking cock it was the first time I'd seen it in real life-but when I understood I was horrified. Roger turned and nearly fainted when he saw me but poor Suzie was too excited to be able to do anything but reach out for his prick and try to get it back in her mouth.
"Ooohh, cock! Sweet cock!" she moaned, a frantic, lost expression coming over her face. "Give me that cock again!"
"Go ahead, Roger, let her have it," I found myself saying. "Poor thing, she looks to be in bad straits! Go on, let her eat you!"
I think he was as surprised by my awareness of what they were doing as he was by my catching them. I had a straitlaced reputation around that school, which didn't bother me especially, but I wasn't going to do anything that particular afternoon to bolster that reputation! I wanted most of all to see her do it to him. By this time, however, Suzie had lost enough of her excitement to understand what had happened, though she was still sufficiently aroused to be a precocious, forward little slut.
"Come on, let's do him together!" she said, giving me a sly look and licking her lips greedily. "He's horny enough to handle two women; it'll do us both good to work on him!"
I was totally surprised by that, naturally, but I had a few surprises of my own. The sight of her licking his cock like that had simply overwhelmed me with sensual feelings. I'd never felt anything like it before in my life.
"All right, I'm willing to help out," I said, bringing a look of the most absolute astonishment to Roger's face. "Suppose we take turn about with him? I'll work on him a while and you can finish him up-how would that be?"
"Groovy!" she exclaimed, almost beside herself with delight at my response. "Hey, what if you were to drop your panties and let him plow that cunt of yours? Then, just before he creams, he can pull out and let me finish him off!"
"That sounds like a marvelous idea," I said, lifting my skirt and lowering my panties far enough so that he could get his prick in me.
Poor Roger, he didn't have a chance! He was so astounded at the way I accepted Suzie's suggestions that he was virtually brainwashed into going along with our ideas. I took him that way, half-clothed and bending over at the waist with him behind me. I didn't say anything about it being the first time any man had ever done it to me; I was too intent on getting it accomplished and enjoying it. My pussy was plenty wet and hot and he slipped in without a hitch, though I thought for a moment I would have to make him stop. Then I realized that the hurt wasn't anything compared to the marvelous sensations I was receiving and so I began enjoying it.
Suzie was a little surprised at my readiness to go along with her outrageous schemes but once we'd begun she was too much of a sexpot not to cooperate completely. She had her hand inside Roger's trousers and was feeling of his balls as he drove his prick inside me. At the time I thought that he was enormous, even though I'd seen larger ones in the books I'd bought, and I was conscious only of this tremendously big thing plowing deeper and deeper inside me. He didn't take long to get his m climax, however, and he pulled it out long before I'd gotten close to coming. I whirled around as soon as he'd taken it out of my cunt so I could watch Suzie go down on him.
She wasn't a bit backward or reluctant to do it to him. The fact that he'd been halfway inside my pussy only seconds before did nothing at all to slow her down; if anything, the taste of my cunty oils only made her eat him all the more vigorously. She held her head far back and he was driving his cock in and out of her mouth at a furious rate. Suddenly he reared up onto the balls of his feet, gave a loud groan and then it was happening to him. I could see his prick swell with every beat of his heart; the come must have pumped through his cock at a very rapid rate. Poor Suzie couldn't keep up with his discharge and a small strand of sperm dribbled out the corner of her mouth. I reached out with a hand and wiped it off, then tasted of it myself. It was extremely delicious, I thought, and I began envying her for the part of the act she'd chosen.
Suzie must have circulated stories about my lewdness because it wasn't long after that that I began getting a very different kind of look from certain of the more sophisticated boys in the school, as well as a few plain, outspoken proposals. I wasn't eager to accept any of those invitations, however, because I didn't trust the boys who issued them. I had a different idea, one involving a sophomore lad named Frank who was having a bit of trouble in one of my classes. I suggested to him that he might stop by my classroom for some extra conferences after school was out and he agreed. It didn't take long to get him interested in conferring about a quite different matter and finally I invited him over to my apartment one evening.
I took care to wear a very revealing hostess gown, without a thing underneath it, and when I opened the door to let him in his eyes popped out almost. He wasn't used to seeing me in anything but that plain, dowdy uniform I wore to school. He followed me into the apartment and I sat him down in a chair across the cocktail table from me. I'd planned it that way, so that whenever I leaned toward him he'd be able to see down the front of my gown. He couldn't keep his eyes off my breasts.
"What's the matter, Frank?" I asked after he'd bored holes in my breasts almost. "You seem to be distracted."
"I don't know," he mumbled. "I guess I'm just not paying much attention to these books or something."
"Oh, it's my gown," I said, pretending to understand all of a sudden. "The thing's cut a little low, I guess. But that shouldn't bother you; I imagine that you've seen things a lot more interesting."
"No, I never saw anything like that," he mumbled, turning red and continuing to eye my breasts through the gown.
"Really? Then you must enlighten yourself," I said, and I allowed the loose-cut gown to edge down my shoulders so that my breasts were exposed. "There, that isn't so much, is it?"
"Gee, they're beautiful!" he murmured, licking his lips and making my body crawl with tingly feelings of anticipation. "They're even better than...."
"Better than what?" I asked, not expecting a reaction like that. "Better than whose?"
"Oh, some of the guys at school think you're stacked fairly well," he said with that devastating frankness the young can so innocently use, "and some other guys think you're really built!"
"Do I take it, then, that you're in the latter group?" I asked, giving him an inviting smile. "Yes, I suppose so. All right then, I'll consider myself complimented! Er, would you like to feel of them? Just to satisfy yourself that they're real and not faked?"
He came over and sat down beside me. The touch of his fingers on my naked breasts, for the first time in my life, inspired something besides fear and loathing in me. I'd begun to reap the fruits of all that time I'd spent in looking at my collection of fuck pictures, I told myself, and wondering if perhaps some day I could be one of the women displayed in them. Frank seemed to want to do more than run his fingers over my breasts but was afraid to go on. I certainly wanted him to go on and I finally decided that I would have to lead him to where I wanted him to go.
"Help me take my gown off," I asked him, almost beside myself with desire by this time. "I want you to see everything!"
"I want it too!" he whispered, fumbling with the gown but managing to get it off without tearing anything. "God, you're lovely!"
When I was completely naked I basked in his eyes. He couldn't do a thing for a moment or two and I twisted around on the couch so that I could put one foot up onto the back of it and let the other drag down on the floor. This opened my pussy up to him completely and he almost devoured me with his eyes. I loved displaying my pussy to him, showing it to him and opening it up with my fingers, running them over the lips and up into my cunt, stroking my clitoris, all those things. I'd developed quite a bit of skill at masturbating and I knew just how to tease myself along and get my body primed for an orgasmic explosion of the first order.
"Do you like to watch a woman play with herself?" I whispered, continuing to stroke those swollen, feverish lips and wetting my fingers with the cuntal drip that was stronger than ever. "Do you like to see her excite herself, make herself even hotter than she's ever been before?"
"Yes, I like that!" he murmured, trembling and so eager to reach out and take me that he could hardly restrain himself.
"Would you like to do it to me? Run your fingers over my pussy, dip them into my cunt, bathe them in my oil? Or maybe you'd rather undress and show me some of the sweet things you have hidden!"
He leaped up and tore off his clothes. When he pulled his briefs down--his cock popped out of them and sprang to rigid attention. It wasn't as big as some I'd seen in my picture collection, which was just as well, because I might have been frightened off by a really large one. I'd learned, from letting Roger put his cock into me at that time at school, that it could feel good when a cock went into your pussy but I might have become frightened had he been equipped with one of those king-sized tools.
His was just right. I guess it was about six inches long and somewhere between one and two inches thick. It looked to be as hard as a rock, with big veins running up and down it; the head was naked, since the foreskin had slipped back, and it swelled out like a big turnip. Almost turnip colored too, now that I think of it. Anyway, it looked just beautiful and I could feel myself getting readier with every beat of my heart.
"That's a fine looking prick," I said. "What would you like to do with it?"
"Well, you know," he said, getting embarrassed at having to come right out and say the words.
"Would you like to fuck me with it?" I asked, relishing his youthful naivete and wanting to heighten the tension as much as possible. "Would you like to put it in my cunt and work it back and forth until you shoot off? Or maybe you'd like it better if I were to take it in my mouth and suck it until you came? Hmmm? Or maybe you've even got some different ideas altogether?"
"Gee, I don't know, it all sounds good," he said. "What would you like? I never did any of that!"
"Really? Then perhaps I can teach you a lot this evening," I said, not quite believing him but ready to play along.
I wasn't about to tell him that I'd never sucked a man off before or that I'd never even let one fuck me to the point of orgasm. Even if I was almost a virgin, I was much more in command of the situation and I vowed that I would make the most of it. He came over a little closer and I reached up to take his cock with one hand. It was hot as fire and was dripping, just to show you how excited he was.
"Are you close to coming?" I asked. "If you are then maybe I'd better suck you off real quick. Then you can get between my legs and give me a complete fuck. How would that be?"
"That sounds wonderful," he said. "I like the way your hand feels."
"There's something you ought to understand," I told him, keeping my hand on his cock and slowly rubbing it. "And that's this: a woman-likes to hear her lover say things like prick and cunt and fuck! They mean such wonderful things to her! You mustn't be afraid to say exactly what's on your mind and you mustn't worry about politeness. I'm not a schoolgirl, you know!"
"All right," he agreed. "I like the way you're holding my cock; how's that? And I'm dying for you to suck me off too!"
"That's the kind of invitation I've been waiting for," I said with a smile. "Now get over and fuck my mouth!"
He brought his prick closer and I put my lips over it. The flesh of his cock was so hot I thought for a moment that I'd surely blister my lips and mouth. It didn't happen though; it just felt good. I ran my tongue over that satin-smooth flesh, savoring the taste of his pre-come, and then I forced the head of his cock up against the roof of my mouth with my tongue. He groaned when he felt the pressure I was putting on him and then he shoved hard, forcing more of the tool into my mouth.
"Unngghh! Oohh!" he groaned, stiffening his young body and quivering with delight. "I'm coming already!"
"Mmmmm! Gllbb!" I replied, continuing the pressure and moving my head around so I could exert even stronger pressure on him.
I had my hand over his balls and they felt wonderful, like two giant eggs caught in that soft little sack hanging down there. He didn't have much hair, he was that young, and the soft, almost downy fuzz was extremely pleasant to feel. That's one thing, I guess, that most turns me off mature men-that growth of thick, dark hair all around their cocks. Some of them, you know, almost seem to have developed a veritable jungle down there.
Frank was so excited by it all that he couldn't restrain himself. It wasn't long at all until he let go with his come. I was very surprised at the ferocity of his climax, as well as by how much sperm he shot out; nothing I'd ever read or seen before had prepared me for that. I'd promised myself long before that I'd suck him off if he'd let me and that I would drink his come as though it were water, no matter how bad it might taste. I was a little surprised at how nice it was. Some women I'd heard talking-mostly teachers in the lounge at school-had carried on as though it was perfectly dreadful but I loved it from the very start. It had a very salty, bittersweet kind of taste that appealed to me and it was so hot and thick, so full of life and vigor, that I just about passed out when it was flooding my mouth and shooting out in those big, strong gusts that he generated. I swallowed frantically, massaging his balls and glorying in the way they were leaping about inside their bag, and kept it up until his cock didn't have a single tremor left in it.
"Marvelous!" I sighed when he took his cock out of my mouth. "Just beautiful! And you? How did you like it?"
"Out of sight!" he exclaimed. "I didn't believe that a girl would do anything like that!"
"You just saw and felt the proof of the contrary," I told him, smiling as sweetly as I could. "And my, you're still hard! I sucked you as well as I could and it didn't do a thing to lessen that stiffness! Perhaps you'd better get on me and let's see if we can't relieve you of that condition!"
He didn't need much urging at all, naturally. When they're very young like that, I suspect, they're always ready to go and it doesn't take much encouragement to get them persuaded to give you what you want. He scrambled around to get between my legs. I had to hold him off, he was that eager to get it rammed up my cunt, in order to work myself to just the pitch I wanted before I let him open up my pussy with his cock.
"Be careful," I urged, reaching down to grasp his cock with one hand as I continued to stroke my clitoris with the other. "I'm so close to coming; I don't want to lose this wonderful feeling you've created in me. Here, just let me touch your prick to my pussy-there, isn't that nice?"
For months I'd been teasing myself with fantasies about a lover poised over me as I rubbed the head of his cock up and down the lips of my pussy, touching it to my clitoris and even rubbing it over the mouth of my ass-hole. That all seemed like such a wonderful way of exciting myself that I had determined to see if it would really be that good in real life. To my great satisfaction, I found that it was even better. His cock was so hot, so hard, that it simply radiated sensuality and made me want it more than I'd ever dreamed possible.
"Don't try to shove it all the way in," I warned him as I worked the tool up and down my slit and got even closer to letting go with a big climax. "You've got to be gentle with a girl remember that their pussies are very sensitive and tender! You can easily make a girl lose all her excitement if you're too strong and rough at a time like this!"
"God, you're like fire!" he muttered, biting his lips to keep from shouting with joy. "You pussy's burning me up!"
"I'm hot, Frank, hot for your cock!" I whispered, running my lips over his throat and chest. "Oohh, your cock is so good, so sexy! It makes me want to do things I've never done before!"
That was a slip, I'll admit, and I'd have really been hard pressed to come up with a satisfactory lie if he'd caught me and wanted to know what I wanted to do that I'd never done before. I wanted to pass myself off as the totally experienced, ultra-worldly woman who had done everything, you see. The reason I was so insistent about him not driving his cock home immediately was this: I'd decided that perhaps, if I made him take his time and let me work out those things I'd dreamed about, I wouldn't panic when it came time for him to shove it into my cunt and deliver the fucking I'd been hoping for. It seemed to me that if I made him wait until the last possible moment preferably until I'd already felt my cunt clench up and begin those preliminary twitches that inevitably lead to a climax then maybe I'd be able to get his cock in all the way and not get afraid of it.
My plan was working out even better than I'd expected. I suppose he was still somewhat in awe of me, being so much older than him and also one of his teachers, that he didn't dare force the issue. At least, he didn't try to put his cock in me before I was ready. Fortunately it didn't take long: the sensations were incredibly strong and I loved the feel of his hard cock in my hand, as well as the way it rubbed up and down the flesh of my pussy. I could feel my cunt getting tighter and tighter with every breath I took and finally I couldn't stand it any longer. I settled my feet into the backs of his knees, gripped him tightly with my thighs and looked up at him.
"God, I'm ready for it!" I whispered, hardly able to make the words come out. "Darling, can you get your mouth down on my nipple? Kiss me there as you put your cock in the mouth of my cunt? I'm about to come and I'm sure that'll be all I need to finish the job! Would you like to make me come?"
"You know I would," he said, though I really knew that he was more interested in making himself come again. "Just tell me when and I'll give you all the cock you want!"
He twisted around a little and got his mouth down on my right breast. The feel of his lips on my nipple was incredibly sensual and that itself was almost enough to being me off by itself. I aimed his cock into the mouth of my cunt, poising it so that it would go straight in with the least amount of force, and then I gasped out my order for him to fuck me.
"Anngghh!" I cried out, feeling my cunt and womb burst into a shower of orgasmic feeling. "I'm coming already! Oohh, fuck me, Frank, fuck my hot cunt! Owww!"
"Hunnhh!" he grunted, working his hips forward and sending the head of his cock deep into my twitching cunt. "Oohh, it's too much!"
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck my cunt!" I cried out again, shuddering violently as the come became even stronger and mounted in intensity. "Aiiee!"
Even though he'd just shot off a few moments before he was virile enough to be able to do it again and to do so with a great deal of force. My cunt was swollen shut, almost, due to the long period of excitement as well as to my lack of experience, and I felt his prick boring into me with the utmost clarity. It seemed that his cock had doubled or perhaps tripled in size, though I'm sure that this was due more to the extremely sensitive condition of my hole, and each thrust brought the head of that big tool deeper and further into my flesh. I fucked back at him for a moment but then my orgasm became too strong I couldn't do anything but lie there and moan as he whipped his cock in and out of my cunt.
Frank began shooting come not too long after he got his cock in my cunt but he kept on working it back and forth; he said later that the friction made his prick throb until it almost came off. I'd have liked that, I think; to have fucked a man until his cock actually fell off and remained in my cunt, that would have been a real achievement! Then I could have had one of my own and I could use it whenever I wanted it. It didn't happen that way, of course, and his prick remained rooted to his body. His sperm, however, was a different matter.
If it had felt good when it was shooting into my mouth, filling my throat with its hot, sticky essence, it felt equally good in a slightly different way, one that I can't specifically define when it was shooting the same hot, thick cream into the depths of my cunt. He drove it in so far that I could actually feel his balls resting against my buttocks and hanging down over my ass-hole they were still jerking and twitching as they pumped out an endless stream of come and I could feel them against my body.
"Ooohh, you're shooting come all over me!" I moaned, recovering a little as the peak of my own orgasm dwindled away. "Fuck, darling, fuck it all out! Drown me with come! Shoot it all! I love it!"
He was so overjoyed and so deeply engaged in coming that he couldn't answer. I was a little surprised at the way he kept on pumping that tool in and out of me. I'd always heard, from other women, that a man just shot off and that was it. Frank wasn't that way, and I've since learned that a lot of other very young fellows aren't that way either. If anything, that first come only makes them all the more determined to keep pounding that cock into you. I really enjoy that, the way they become so possessed with the desire to have you completely and they lose all sense of self-control.
"Agghh! I'm getting ready to come again!" I choked out in surprise as I felt my cunt and womb give another little convulsive twitch. "Oohh, Frank, you're fucking me out of my mind! Do it to me, darling, fuck me again! Make me come again!"
Nothing could have stopped him, I suppose, though I certainly wouldn't have done anything to keep him from doing just what he wanted. I wasn't so far gone that I couldn't experiment, however, and I'd already learned one thing that was very interesting. I'd found that my position gave me superior leverage and that my working my hips and thighs together I could force him away from my body. I began matching this motion to his and soon I was in complete command of the act.
I would force him out of me with that little motion and then, once I'd pulled away from him so that his cock was nestled in the mouth of my cunt, I would relax my grip. He was so insistent, so determined, that he would then spring forward and his prick would go slicing deep into my cunt. By rotating my hips a little, I found, I could give a little corkscrew motion to the withdrawal and this made my cunt do even more fantastic things to his prick. It also made my clitoris scrape against the top of his tool; that, together with the way he rubbed his belly against it when he was deep inside me, was enough to give me deliriously pleasing sensations and build up my sensitivity until I was again poised on the brink of another tremendously violent sensual explosion.
"NOW! Do it now!" I blurted out, tingling all over and feeling as though I were going to burst into a million pieces. "Uhhh! Ooohh! Fuck my cunt all the way!"
He was plunging in and out of my cunt like a mad beast and I was doing everything I could to encourage him. I almost strangled, or I thought I was; I just couldn't get enough oxygen into my lungs for a moment or two. I was certainly getting enough prick in my pussy, though! He was jabbing into me as far as he could, crushing my clitoris against his belly and mashing the lips of my pussy flat against the base of his dick. I couldn't do anything more, once my own come had started exploding within me, so I just laid there and he kept on shoving and pounding and humping.
"Arrgghh! Ooohh!" he grunted, pulling way out and pausing there for a moment when his big cock began twitching and leaping about as it prepared itself for another gushing display of passion.
He slammed his prick home one last time and kept it there, as deep as it would go, and I felt him shooting come into the mouth of my womb. It was really good, laying there and feeling him making it; I wish at times that that good, relaxing feeling could last forever. He stayed on me for several minutes after he'd shot off that last time. Then he straightened up and looked at the clock on my mantel. He saw that it was time to go and he began pulling his prick out of me.
"Let me have one last suck before you go!" I whispered, intensely eager to taste his cock after it had fucked me so well. "Let me lick the come off it for you before you put it up!"
He looked at me for a moment and then he pulled it out. I clapped both hands over my pussy, pinching the lips together so I could keep his sperm locked inside me, and then he moved up so I could get my mouth on his cock. It was glistening wet with all the come he'd shot out and my own pussy juices; I never saw anything I wanted to taste quite so much! I opened my mouth and he stuck it in. The mingled tastes were fantastically satisfying to me and they told me, better than any other single thing could have told me, that we had both reached the absolute heights of sexual passion. I ran my tongue over every inch of his prick, covering the entire surface, and licked off every drop of the love oils we'd put on it. When I was through he allowed me to lick his balls something that really excited him; I think he was sorry then that he had to leave! and then I gave up.
"You've got to go," I told him. "If I do that much more I'll want you to fuck me again. And that just wouldn't do, not when it's this late!"
He agreed and then he got dressed and left. I laid there a long time, remembering every detail of the things we'd done together and fingering my pussy. I found it highly erotic to take my finger and run it into my cunt, then transfer the sensual wetness to my nipples. For some reason that really excited me and I closed up the evening by masturbating myself to two orgasms, both of them deliciously pleasing. The sperm and cunt together dried on my nipples after a time and I had a nice, scaley coating of crusted love juice to decorate them I only regretted that I couldn't leave them like that for a longer period of time.
Frank was rather ambivalent toward me. On the one hand, he was interested in getting more of that wild, frantic sexual pleasure, as I was, but he also felt very guilty for some reason. Perhaps he thought he was taking advantage of me, I don't know. Certainly I never made any claim of any sort on him and I went out of my way to make it very clear that I had no expectations of our little affair ever being anything more that simply a meeting of a hard prick and a hungry pussy. Or maybe that's what the matter was he wanted more than that.
Whatever the real explanation, we saw each other for about six months before he finally stopped coming to see me. He would visit me in my apartment at least once a week, sometimes almost every afternoon or evening, and we always spent virtually every moment of those meetings in bed. I persuaded him that I wanted to make love in every conceivable way and during that period I succeeded in accomplishing my goal almost entirely. I don't suppose there were more than one or two of the most exotic positions we didn't try and as I became more accustomed to him, I discovered that I could get exquisitely pleasing orgasms in just about all of them.
After Frank left or perhaps I should say, didn't come back I cast around for some other likely candidate. I found him, after a time, another very callow, very inexperienced lad in the sophomore class. I managed to convey my interests to him and to let him know that I would be interested in seeing him alone and after that, it wasn't any time until he was between my thighs and fucking madly. He lasted almost a year, that one did, and then he too was gone.
I've had a total of seven young lovers in the last five years. Some of them haven't been as good as Frank and two were even better. One of them had a superb cock on him, a full nine inches of prick that was almost perpetually hard, and he simply loved ramming it up my cunt! Just as I loved feeling it slide in there, I might add. Eventually he became a little too forward making lewd advances to me in school, calling me all hours to discuss his erotic fantasies, things like that and it seemed safest to terminate the relationship before he became even more out of hand. On the whole, however, my experiences with young lads have been a source of great pleasure to me. I also think that I've managed to teach them a few things about lovemaking which might be useful to them later on, once they get married. Of course, I don't expect that their wives would feel exactly that way but then I haven't inquired as to their views!
Susan W-, as she said in her case history, presented a very plain and unprepossessing appearance to our investigators. Although she dressed in a very severe, plain style, one could see hints of an excitingly shaped body beneath her dowdy clothing. One could also imagine that with a very little reshaping of her hair and perhaps some added makeup, she would be an attractive woman. However, she defended her appearance by saying that a teacher's appearance did not matter; the important thing was the instructional capability.
What a contrast with the woman lurking beneath that placid, docile exterior! One is naturally lead to suspect element of schizophrenia (or split personality) when considering such remarkably different patterns of behavior in the same individual. There were, however, none of the other customary symptoms associated with schizophrenia. Susan appeared to take a perverse kind of pleasure in the wide disparity between her appearance at school and her unrestrained behavior within the confines of her apartment. None of her closest friends knew of her addiction to pornographic pictures, of her masturbatory fantasies or of her relationship with the youths whom she selected as her sexual partners. She consciously strove to keep those two aspects of her life the teacher side and the "at home" side separated and succeeded far better than most who attempt such a feat.
We believe that the dominant characteristic in Susan's case is one very similar to that found in the case of Anne P-, described above in chapter two. That is, Susan saw herself as an instructress in the sexual arts and dedicated herself to giving young men the kind of instruction which she had not been allowed to have as a young girl. Her parents' devotion to a narrow, cold form of religion wreaked untold damage on the girl's personality and, we are sure, prevented her from developing satisfactory relationships with other young people during adolescence. Such deprivation is extremely important, of course, because it is then that patterns of personality become finally set. Although Susan had not been inside a church for many years at the time of our interview, she still bore the marks of that earlier experience and manifested in her bizarre sex life the undying influence of her parents and their adherence to a religious life style seldom found in modern, urban America.
Maybe you've heard that old saw about a woman just coming into her prime when she's thirty or thereabouts? I believe it because that's certainly the way it happened with me, at least in the sexual sense. When I was growing up, and even into college, I could take it or leave it. I let a few boys make out with me, more because I go tired of saying "No" all the time than because I really wanted them, and perhaps as a result of that so-so attitude I didn't really get much pleasure from it. I never saw much to sexuality until I met George, whom I later married, at the age of twenty-three.
In the year that we knew each other before proceeding with the marriage I learned to love every aspect of sexuality. George had this ability to arouse me so completely, to make me crave his flesh with the most compelling intensity, and he delighted in pushing me over that peak and basking in the excitement of my climaxes; I discovered, with him, that I could easily achieve multiple orgasms. I don't think I ever made love with George but what I came at least three or four times, sometimes much more than that. He could bring me off with his finger, with his mouth, as easily as with his cock and I reveled in the ecstasy of it all.
But then, after we'd been married about six years, he began to grow cold. I've learned from some reading in psychology and marriage counseling that this is fairly common among married couples, this diminution of sexual interest after a time, but that knowledge didn't do anything to lessen my appetite. It was almost as though George had built a slow, very small fire between my thighs and it gradually became an inferno which he could do nothing to quench. In fact, he even lost virtually all interest in trying to quench that flame he'd built! The last two years of our marriage, before the divorce became final, were a total washout for us he never slept with me and was very seldom at home. I found my sex outlets elsewhere and eventually he became incensed with my inability to hide my unfaithfulness. He left me and instituted divorce proceedings.
I didn't care; I'd already met Frank when the lawyers got hold of it and Frank didn't care. His wife had died three years before and he was terribly lonely for a woman's companionship, as well as for a steady, reliable lover. He had a son, Jerry, and I was rather taken with the idea of playing a mother. Jerry was twelve when Frank and I married four years ago; Frank was then forty-five. Unfortunately for me, I'd mistaken Frank's impetuosity and ardent lovemaking. I had thought that this would go on forever, or at least until I reached the menopause, but within a year after we were married he began suffering from impotence. There was simply nothing I could do to get him stiff enough to go into my cunt. He offered to suck me off, at first, so that I could get the come I desperately wanted so much, but after a few months he didn't even have the interest to do that. I was left with nothing except my fingers, which have never been satisfactory, not after I'd learned to love the feel of a gigantic cock digging deep into my cunt and pumping out massive jolts of hot, sticky, soothing sperm!
I didn't begin considering Jerry, my step-son as a sexual object until well after a year of the marriage. By that time Frank's ability to please me had just about disappeared altogether. I didn't like to insist that he make love to me, even with his mouth, because that seemed to make even more explicit the disparity between our sex drives. I didn't want to embarrass him and I also didn't want to go off on another binge of sleeping with any man who looked inviting, as I had with George, my first husband. You see, Frank is very well off and, to be quite frank, I knew I had a good thing and I didn't want to upset the applecart. Besides all those mundane, worldly considerations, I also genuinely liked him as a person and a friend, so I tried to control my impulses.
But one morning, when I went in to make up Jerry's bed, I discovered a big puddle of sperm on his sheet. I knew enough to know that he'd had a wet dream during the night and the idea was fantastically exciting to me. The semen was still damp this was just after he'd left for school, you understand and I couldn't resist the impulse to touch the damp spot. Immediately my pussy began pounding hotly as I felt of the yellowish splotch and thought about how it had come to be there. I'd never seen Jerry's cock, though the bulge in front of his tight-fitting jeans suggested that he was like his father very well equipped in the cock area and I visualized a huge prick, erect and throbbing with life, spitting out an endless stream of scalding come.
The conception was extremely exciting and I found myself stripping off my housecoat and nightgown. When I was naked I positively lay down and rubbed myself in the stuff! Yes, I rubbed my breasts in his come; I even tried to get my pussy down over it! I tore the sheet off the bed and stuffed it into my cunt the wet part, I mean, not the whole sheet! and rubbed it all over my clitoris and pussy. I admit it, I was drunk with sex and desire! It had been ever so long since Frank had fucked me or sucked me, and even longer since I had tasted come or seen a man shoot off, with Jerry's wet sheet simply destroyed me emotionally. I fucked myself with the sheet and had a surprisingly good climax out of it, considering that I was doing it all to myself.
Then I changed his bed, four days ahead of the regular changing time, and went on about my business. Several times during the day, however, I stopped whatever I was doing and thought about that wet sheet and the joy he must have felt when he woke up and found that his cock was spurting out a thick stream of warm, wet come. The idea was so exciting to me that I tried several more times to masturbate but I never got nearly so good a climax as when I'd fucked myself with his sheet.
"I changed your bed this morning," I said when he came in from school.
"Yes, I imagine it was a little messy," he said, looking me straight in the eye and never blinking. "Sorry about that!"
That was Jerry's way. I suspect that he wasn't awfully happy with his father's choice for a new wife. I'm very different from Jerry's mother, I gather. Frank never mentions her but from what I've heard and felt, she seemed to be a very quiet, mousy type who always bent over backward to be self-effacing. Definitely not my type of woman! At any rate Jerry had always been scrupulously polite to me but nothing more. But even though he always kept up the formality of politeness I could sense a vague hostility lurking beneath the surface sometimes it came out in little phrases which could be interpreted either way.
"Don't worry about it; it's only natural for a young man of your age to do things like that," I told him, deciding that I could play that game as well as he could. "But soon you'll mature a little more and discover more pleasing techniques!"
I'd turned it around on him and now I was making him think that I believed he'd been masturbating in bed rather than having a wet dream.
"No, it wasn't like that at all!" he said, turning a little red. "I woke up this morning and ... well, it was happening, that's all!"
"Oh, I see," I said, pretending to change my mind. "Well, I hope that she was beautiful!"
"She?"
"The girl in the dream!"
"Oh, I see what you mean," he said, still shamefaced and red.
"Er, what were you doing?" I asked, deciding to carry it a little further; I'm afraid that I rather enjoyed embarrassing him after all the little, subtle barbs he'd planted in my skin since I'd married Frank.
"The same thing I'd like to do with you!" he blurted out, turning upon me and almost shouting the words. "I was making her suck my dick! When I woke up it was so real that for a minute I thought I was shooting come into your mouth!"
That really set me back. I honestly hadn't been expecting anything like that from him. Sure, I'd now thought of him as having a cock and a pair of balls but honest, I only intended to tease him a little to get back at him for all those snotty things he'd said to me earlier.
"What are you talking about?" I exclaimed, moving back in surprise. "I'm married to your father, Jerry! You can't want to do things like that with me!"
"Why not?" he asked, stubbornly holding to his position. "I'm big enough to get a stiff cock and to be able to shoot come! And you like it too! Don't think I haven't heard you and Dad fucking and sucking each other till all hours of the night! Why shouldn't I have some of it too?"
He went on saying a lot more stuff like that, all rather frantic and confused in a youthful way but I didn't pay much attention to him. The idea of getting fucked by my own stepson, almost twenty-five years younger than I was, struck me as slightly ridiculous at first. But then it didn't seem quite so funny after a time. I looked up and he was really in a state.
"Do you think I couldn't do it?" he asked, getting madder every moment. "Here, I'll show you my cock you can see for yourself that it's big enough to do the job!"
Honest, that kid opened up his trousers right there in the living room and hauled out his prick! When I saw the dimensions of the cunt-stuffer he had on him I gulped and blinked it was truly immense, easily as big as any I'd ever seen before in my life! It was halfway hard and as he held it in his hands it began swelling and growing with lusty life. My God, standing there and watching that monstrous tool get hard was easily as exciting as anything I'd ever seen before! My mouth went dry, my nipples began to ache and throb and my pussy began warming up faster than it had ever done before. I was lost from the very minute I laid eyes on his prick; once I'd seen it, once I'd measured it with my eyes, I couldn't have kept away from it for anything.
"All right," I muttered, almost croaking, my voice was so hoarse. "All right, Jerry, it's a terrible thing to deceive your father like this but I can't help myself! I can't do without that cock of yours!"
I began undressing as fast as I could and he kept pace with me. Once I'd stripped bare I just fell back onto the floor, never giving a thought to whether Frank might come in early from the office or anything. All I could think about was getting that massive prick into my cunt. I held the lips of my pussy open and urged him to get on and drive it home.
"Come on, Jerry, I've got it open for you!" I murmured, licking my lips with anticipation. "Oohh, God, even my fingers feel good! I haven't had a good fuck in so long! Hurry, Jerry, hurry up and give me your cock! I'm dying to fuck; I'm so wet and hot I can't stand it any longer!"
He stretched out over me and I took his prick in one hand so I could guide it into place. It fitted neatly into the mouth of my cunt and I let out a loud groan as I felt his meat spread the rim, opening it wider than it had been opened in I don't remember how long. He was larger than his father, larger than my first husband, George, as large as any man I ever had. And he was hot too!
"Oohh, Jerry, you're like a hot poker!" I moaned, wrapping my arms and legs around him and thrusting upward with my butt. "Your cock's burning a hole in my cunt! Oohh, it feels so good! Drive it in all the way! All the fucking way!"
"Arrgghh!" he groaned, finding his way inside me and almost tearing my cunt out with the strength of his thrust. "Unngghh!"
"Screw me! Fuck me!" I whimpered, working my rump as fast as I could and trying to make the mouth of my cunt nip at his cock as it slithered in and out. "Ann, Jerry, your cock's making my cunt sing! Do it to me, do it to me!"
I don't think anyone has ever fucked me as hard as that kid did the first time he got his big prick between the lips of my pussy. He was like a wild man, working it in and out in great, swooping strokes that sent the head of his cock nudging up into my very womb! I couldn't have taken another inch of dick, I swear it; he filled me so full there were times when it seemed I wouldn't even be able to draw a breath.
"Ooohh, I'm coming!" he gasped, banging the tool home and holding himself tight against me as he quivered from head to foot. "OOOHH! My balls are coming apart!"
"Shoot! Cream!" I urged him, still rubbing back and forth and trying to make my cunt do even more exciting things to his cock. "Oh, shoot me full of come, Jerry! I love to feel that hot stuff in my cunt!"
I might have thought I was coming before but when I felt him begin squirting those huge jets of scalding hot come up my cunt I simply went out of my mind with delight. Again and again his cock pumped and every time it felt as though he would tear my cunt apart with the violence of his discharges. Never, not once, had I ever so totally felt and experienced a man's climax, not even when I've sucked a dick to a climax. I felt as though I'd become a gigantic cunt, every inch of me full of the biggest cock on earth, and with every pulsating spasm of his dick I shuddered all over with delight. It was simply incredible.
"Ooohh, Jerry, I never made it like that in all my life!" I gasped when finally I'd quieted down and I could speak again.
"So that's what fucking is like!" he murmured, looking down at me with surprise all over his face. "No wonder people go ape about it!"
"What? You mean you've never done it before?" I asked unable to believe that this was his first time. "You've got to be putting me on!"
"No, I've thought a lot about it and twice I've almost gotten there with girls," he said. "But I've never been able to talk one into going all the way with me."
"I'm not surprised, not if they're rather inexperienced girls," I told him as I rubbed my hands up and down his back. "As big as that cock of yours is, they're probably afraid it will tear their little pussies apart!"
"They've mentioned that," he admitted. "A couple of girls I know like to jerk me off but so far none of them has let me put it in them."
"They'll learn," I promised. "They'll learn that their little pussies can stretch and that it's nice to have a very well-hung man like you filling them so full they can't take any more! Then you ll have more girl friends than you know what to do with!"
We lay together for a while longer, talking about sex and things like that. Neither of us mentioned his father; I guess we were both a little ashamed of what we'd done because of Frank. Just about all of Jerry's latent hostility to me had disappeared; I wouldn't be surprised if we hadn't fucked it all out! Finally we decided that we'd better get up before Frank got back. We had a little over half an hour before the time he usually got in from the office but I felt that we ought to allow ourselves a little leeway, just in case. When he got off me, though, I made him kneel beside me and put his cock in such a way that I could kiss it.
"I've always liked to kiss a prick that's made me feel so good," I said as I prepared to go down on him. "And besides, they taste so much better this way! All hot and juicy, so tasty and good!"
He was really surprised that I wanted to suck him when he was so wet and drippy. I just love the taste of a man's come, though, and now his sperm with mixed with the musky pussy juice so it just tasted better than ever. I really got excited, running my lips and tongue over his cock which was still as hard as it could be and before I knew it I wasn't just kissing him, I was really sucking him!
"If you go on like this I'm liable to come again!" he said, trying to pull his cock away from me. "Be careful!"
"Let it come!" I gasped as his dick slid out of my mouth. "You said you dreamed about this, didn't you? Well, now I'll make it real! Come on, Jerry, give it back to me! I'll suck your balls dry!"
He really didn't know what to do. He was hot and horny, to be sure, and he'd heard about girls giving blow jobs to guys, but I don't think he'd really believed that such things happened, not in real life. I convinced him otherwise in a hurry! The taste of his cock alone was enough to turn me on full blast but then there was the size of the thing too I could only get the head and maybe an inch of the shaft into my mouth, he was so large. I wrapped my hand around the long part and started fist-fucking him at the same time and then I reached up with my other hand to stroke his big balls. He could tell that I really loved doing this and that made him a lot more excited too.
"Ahh! It's so fucking good!" he moaned, reaching down to hold my head as the pressure mounted in his loins. "Ooohh, I can't hold it much longer! You're sucking my prick off!"
"Mmmmmm! Gllbb!" I groaned, working my tongue even faster and jacking him off as fast as I could to let him know that I wanted him to shoot off and fill my mouth with his come.
"Agghh!" He groaned, stiffening up when he felt his balls begin to quiver in that special way that tells a man he's about to cream. "Oohh!"
When the come started shooting out into my mouth I just dissolved! Lord, it was fantastically exciting, feeling his big tool swell up and spurt out that hot, thick cream! He came almost as much as when he'd been fucking me, I believe, and almost as strongly too. I just sucked and swallowed until I was sure there couldn't be any more of that delicious come but still it rolled out of his cock. My pussy was going wild, throbbing and tingling with orgiastic feeling, and I came all over myself. My nipples were humming with energy and I didn't feel anything but this wonderful sensation you feel when you know you've really excited your lover to the utmost. I drained his balls, taking every drop of his masculine honey, and then I fell back, limp and exhausted.
"My God!" he exclaimed. "It's even better than it was in the dream! I never thought it could be done!"
"It can be done," I sighed. "And I just love doing it! Oh, Jerry, sucking you was the most wonderful thing I've had in ages!"
That settled it. Once he'd fucked me so well and I'd returned the favor with a first class blow job we couldn't have stayed away from each other, regardless of the danger. I managed to get myself put back together and presentable before Frank got home. Instead of being listless and tired, as you would expect after two tremendous climaxes like the ones I'd had with Jerry, I seemed to be invigorated and I amazed Frank with my energy and enthusiasm. If anything, being fucked by his son had made me feel even kinder and more loving toward him. I'm just as glad, however, that my attitude didn't result in his wanting to make love to me I'd have been hard put to have explained why my pussy had such a spermy taste if he's tried anything like that!
I noticed a very different attitude in Jerry, however. We were much more relaxed with each other, much more at ease and almost something like friends. Maybe it's harder to hold a grudge against someone when you've fucked and sucked the way Jerry and I had done. Anyway, we got along much better after that first time together.
"We aren't going to let it end with that, are we?" he asked me later that evening when we had a moment alone.
"Not if you don't want it to," I said. "I don't like deceiving your father but I just can't help myself. If you want me, I won't be able to say no to you, I'm afraid!"
Jerry's school had a holiday the following week a holiday for a teacher's meeting, I believe and that gave us the opportunity we'd both been waiting for. He didn't have to say anything to me. I knew from the look on his face when he mentioned the holiday that we'd have the whole day together and that we'd spend it doing all those exciting things together. The night before the holiday I was so excited I couldn't bear to sit still. Even Frank noticed my nervousness but I explained it away for him. Jerry knew, of course, and when he saw how much I was looking forward to the day with him he became excited too. I could see the tremendous bulge in his trousers where his hard prick lay hidden. The sight of all that wonderful cock, so near and yet so inaccessible, made me want it all the more.
He left the living room, where we were reading and watching TV, and said that he thought he'd go to bed early. He didn't fool me. he was going to his room so he could jack off. He'd already told me that he did it to himself every day and that he always remembered the way I'd sucked his cock while he was doing it. That really frustrated me, knowing that he was in his room, playing with his big, hard prick and shooting out a thick stream of come which I wasn't able to get. We'd fucked several times, between that first time and the holiday, but always very short, quick ones where we hand't had the freedom and leisure to let go and enjoy ourselves to the fullest.
Jerry stayed in his room the next morning while I fixed his father's breakfast and saw him off to work. I could barely stand it, moving around the kitchen and feeling the tops of my thighs rubbing against the inflamed lips of my pussy, but I managed to get Frank off without incident. As soon as his car left the driveway I hurried down to Jerry's room but he met me in the hallway outside. He was naked, of course, and his prick was at attention. I stopped point-blank, awed by the tremendous size of his tool, and admired it for a moment.
"Do ... do you want some breakfast?" I whispered, licking my lips and devouring him with my eyes.
"The only thing I want to eat this morning is that pussy of yours!" he said. "My breakfast is right there between your legs!"
"Hey, are you serious?" I asked, feeling a thrill of anticipation run over my body when he said that. "Are you really up for eating pussy?"
"Just lift up your gown and feed it to me," he said, sitting down on the floor and looking up at me. "Come on, get over me and let me try it I've been wanting to try a little muff diving!"
"It's better if we do it to each other at the same time," I muttered as I threw off my robe and pulled off the gown. "You know, do it in the sixty-nine style!"
"If we were to do each other at the same time I'd get too turned on about you sucking me and I wouldn't do anything to you," he told me. "Let me have a mouthful of pussy and then we'll fuck. Maybe after that we can try the sixty-nine stuff.
I've been wondering what your pussy would taste like after I've fucked it and shot off in it!"
"You just might find out this morning," I told him as I moved over him. "Maybe we'll both turn into a couple of French artists!"
You wouldn't expect a real young kid like Jerry, so inexperienced and all, to have had the patient, thoughtful approach to pussy licking but he did. He ran his lips over the insides of my thighs, working gradually toward where they joined together, and I couldn't resist urging him to get to work on my pussy. He wouldn't do it, though, and I began fingering myself, partly because I desperately wanted to do it and partly because I thought if might turn him on more if he saw me doing it. He dug it, all right, but he took his sweet time in getting down to cases. By the time he ran his tongue over the lips of my pussy for the first time I was already about to cream and the touch of his tongue was all I needed to make it over the top.
"Ooohh, Jerry, I can't keep from coming!" I moaned, trembling all over and rubbing my slit against his mouth with a little extra force. "Tongue me, hurry! Get your tongue up my cunt and fuck me! Agghh! OOOhh!"
As soon as he sensed that I was starting to make it he really shot the tongue to me. It felt almost as big as his cock, that first time he jabbed it into my hole, and I just fell apart it was so damned good. I let out a shriek of animal joy and then my pussy and cunt and womb began melting, the spasms were so hard.
"Aiiee! Eat me, eat my cunt!" I cried out, spreading my legs really wide apart and humping his face as fast as I could. "Oohh, you're making me come all over! It's so good! Ummm!"
He lapped me really well, considering that he'd never gone down on a girl before. By the time I'd finished creaming there was pussy juice all over his mouth. I could hardly stand, my legs were so weak and trembling, but I managed to get him as we stood beside his bed; that taste of my pussy on his lips and tongue was just fantastically exciting to me and I could feel myself getting turned on again. I could also feel his big, hard, hot cock pressing against my belly and that just made me hornier than ever.
"I'm getting ready again," I whispered, taking my mouth away from his and looking into his eyes. "You're making me want to fuck again! I'm getting hungry for cock and you've got the biggest one I've ever seen!"
"I'm ready too," he said. "I laid awake till all hours last night, thinking about being with you this morning. And when I woke up this morning it was as hard as it is right now!"
"I hated the thought of your jacking off last night," I said, rubbing against him and enjoying the feel of his cock. "Wasting all that delicious come, shooting it out into nothing!"
"I didn't do it," he told me, grinning with pride. "I wanted to, oh how I wanted to do it! But I decided that I'd rather save it and shoot it up your cunt this morning!"
That really made me feel good, knowing that he'd had such an exciting idea. It inspired me to do something special for him and I mentioned something that had been playing around in the back of my mind.
"Suppose I do it to you in a special way?" I murmured. "One that would let you see your own cock going into my pussy? Some me really like that a lot, I understand. Maybe it would make it extra good for you!"
"Hey, that's out of sight!" he whispered. "How can we do it, huh? I'd really like to see that!"
I made him lie on his back. Then I got over him, squatting directly over his prick so that he had an excellent view of my slit. I lifted his cock up and aimed it in between the lips of my pussy, leaning back so it would go in easier and also so he could see the entrance better. His eyes grew big and round when he saw what I intended. I could tell that he was already getting really turned on and this made me all the more determined to do it to him this way.
"Ahh, I can see that you're in favor of this," I purred, alive with feeling and settling the mouth of my cunt down onto the head of his cock. "Is it a nice view, Jerry? Do you like the way it looks."
"It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen!" He exclaimed. "Your pussy is out of sight anyway and now that it's eating my dick it's even more exciting! Man, this is too much!"
"The way I'm on you makes my cunt a lot tighter," I grunted, forcing more of that divine prick up in my slit. "Did you notice? And I can make my cunt do a lot of crazy things to your cock too, see?"
I wiggled my butt from side to side and Jerry almost flipped it was so good. He shoved up with his hips, pushing another two or three inches of hard dick up my cunt, and I could feel him carving himself a new hole.
"Ooohh! God, your cunt's tearing my prick apart!" he moaned, reaching down and grabbing the sheets as the pressure mounted. "You're stripping the skin off my dick! Go on, go on! It's too much!"
That was just what I wanted to hear, naturally, and I started working myself around in wider circles. This made the head of his cock rub all over the inside of my cunt, forcing it up tight against the walls, and then I put that together with an up and down motion that brought his tool in and out at the same time. I was really getting worked up, just from looking at the joyous expressions on his face, and then I decided I'd help out a little more by fingering my clitoris.
"Yeah, do it to yourself at the same time!" he choked out. "Man, this is something else! Agghh! That's the best ever, it's just got to be the best fucking that there ever was!"
"Mmmmm, I've got to agree with you!" I panted, making my hips go faster and working my fingers over my clit even faster. "But I want all of that rod up me, Jerry, every inch of it! That's what will make me come better than ever!"
"Get it!" he wheezed, trying to ram the tool home and trembling all over as if he had a high fever. "Get it all in your cunt! I can feel my come, it's building up in my balls! Owww! It's pouring out of me! Anngghh!"
"Yeah, I feel it too!" I cried out. "Oohh, do I ever feel it now! Let it shoot, Jerry, let it shoot out and drown my cunt with come! Ummm!"
I was right down on him by this time, rubbing the lips of my pussy into the hair around the base of his cock and having myself a wonderful climax. My cunt began clutching at his tool, which it will do sometimes when I'm really having an all-out orgasm, and that just made his cock spurt out all the harder. I call it "milking a man" and when it happens I know that I'm in for a long siege of delicious joy. This time wasn't any different and I really let go with all I had.
He shot off that one time but I just kept on humping and grinding. Every wiggle of my butt made it better for me and I couldn't have stopped fucking him even if Frank himself had walked into the room. I was so turned on, so hot for coming, that I just kept on going until Jerry had himself another climax. It didn't take long; he was so young and horny that he could shoot off twice in five minutes. When I felt his cock taking off that second time I just became an animal and fucked until I couldn't sit on top of him any longer.
"Anngghh! Ugghh! Ooohh!" I groaned, shaking all over and grabbing my tits to make it even better. "Aiiee! Jerry, I can't stop coming! I'm coming all over!"
"Do it, do it!" he panted in reply. "Oohh, my cock! My balls!"
By the time my cunt had quit twitching I was as limp as an old, used-up clothesline. I couldn't do a thing but fall forward on him. It was several minutes before I could even move, I was that far gone, but then I managed to sit up a little and look down on him. He had the proudest expression on his face!
"You needn't look so proud of yourself," I told him in a playful tone. "All you did was fuck me until I nearly died!"
"Who would ever have thought that a cock and a pussy could have made such beautiful things happen?" He said. "I didn't know if I was going to live through that or not! Your cunt was acting like something alive!"
"It was alive," I told him. "By tongue-fucking me the way you did, you made sure that my cunt would be twice as sensitive when you finally got around to sticking your cock in it! A woman is always a lot more sensitive to the prick after she's been sucked. And I was sucked, there's no doubt of that!"
"And being able to look down and see that pussy of yours eating me alive, that just made it all the more exciting," he added. "You know, I really dig that!"
"Then if you're that excited about sexy scenes, maybe you'll really love what I've got in mind," I said, feeling my nipples get harder and knowing that I was getting turned on again for another big orgasm.
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to slip my cunt off you," I said, "and then I'll let all that sweet, hot come of yours drip out onto your belly. I'll drench your prick and balls in it and then I'll lick it off them!"
"Wow!" he exclaimed, licking his lips with pleasure at the thought. "Yeah, that's going to be something else! Come on, I'm already dying to see you do it!"
I'd never done anything like that before, not even in my wildest moments, but lying there with him was simply too sexy. All kinds of crazy ideas were floating through my head; I'd just grabbed one that was there at the moment. But as soon as I said it I thought I'd had a good idea and I began to get those tingly feelings all over, like I was getting so hot I couldn't stand it another minute. I eased up off him, slipping my cunt up to the head of his cock, and then I pulled off him. His prick fell back onto his belly with a wet "splat!" and almost immediately the love juice started gushing out of my slit.
"Hey, that stuff is gushing!" he murmured, raising his head and getting this real intent look on his face. "Oh, wow, is that ever something to see! Yeah, I can feel it dripping down onto my belly!"
I looked down and it was just like he said: there was almost a perfect stream of sperm gushing out of my slit. I tightened up the muscles of my belly and forced out another big blob of love cream. The stuff was dripping down all over his belly, his prick, his balls, just everywhere! I felt my twat begin humming and zinging with energy and I knew that it wouldn't take much to get me going again. I was determined, though, that I was going to get my fill of come for once and I didn't say anything about getting turned on.
"Mmmmm, it's hot and sweet, just the way I like it," I murmured, moving away and settling my face down over his loins. "Oohh, Jerry, this is going to be the best prick I ever ate!"
I dipped the tip of my tongue in the stuff and it went right to my brain, inflaming my senses with arousal. It was like I was getting drunk; I felt myself slipping out of control and wanting to do all sorts of weird things. When I got my lips down on him and started lapping the sperm up my pussy almost fell off, it was throbbing so hard, but I managed to keep my mind on what I was doing and not get disturbed. By the time I'd finished licking him clean, though, I was a nervous wreck I wanted to come so bad. He must have known because he started pulling me around so he could get his head between my legs.
"Hey, are you really going to eat me?" I cried out, delighted at his spirit. "Man, it's wet but it's hot it'll be the hottest pussy you'll ever get your tongue into!"
"And it'll be the cuntiest one too!" he said with a laugh. "Yeah, I'm really looking forward to this. Come on, get over me and start rubbing that pussy in my mouth! Wash my face with it!"
I didn't need to be asked twice, naturally, and I was hot to do just what he said. That little scamp didn't hesitate one bit he just reached up and started munching! Oh, man, did I ever let go with a quick come! I guess I was just on the very edge of letting go with a big one and when I felt his lips on me, well, that was the living end!
"Ahhh! Ooohh!" I groaned, writhing around and working back against his face as my cunt convulsed. "Oohh, Jerry, you're sucking me out of my mind! You're really doing it to me now! Agghh!"
"Mmmmmm!" he grunted, shoving his tongue at least a foot up my cunt.
I know, there isn't a man in the world who could put his tongue out that far, but that's the way I felt. Everything he did just made me come harder and by the end, when I'd worked it all out of my system, I was shaking all over I'd come so much and so hard. I couldn't do anything but fall over to one side of him and lie there, panting and heaving as if I'd been lifting weights or something like that.
For the rest of that morning and way on into the afternoon we kept at it, stopping only long enough to get our breath and to allow our bodies to recuperate enough so that we could go again. I don't know how many times Jerry fucked me, or how many times I came, but by the end of the afternoon we were both totally exhausted. We took a shower together but even that didn't revive us enough to want to try any more sex for a while.
Since that time Jerry and I have gotten along extremely well, as you might expect. We don't screw quite as often as during the first five or six months, after that first time, but when we do it's an all out sexual war. It's as though we liked to let our bodies build up a massive head of energy, resulting from a long period of doing without sex, and finally neither of us can contain it any longer. Frank has never suspected a thing as far as I can tell and I'm perfectly content to let the situation go on for as long as it will.
One might well ask, who seduced whom? in the preceding case history. Linda was all too obviously ready to consider a clandestine affair with her stepson. Jerry's behavior, however, suggests that he himself harbored similarly lascivious notions with reference to Linda. This should not be too surprising, since children often resent a surrogate parent, at least until a firmer, more understanding relationship has been established. The newcomer into the family in this case, Linda is replacing a treasured member, Frank's deceased wife, and naturally incurs a certain resentment from other members. Seldom, however, have we seen a son establish a relationship with his stepmother on such a basis as the one formed between Linda and Jerry.
Linda displayed no overt guilt feelings about her affair with her young stepson. There was no incest barrier, of course, since there was no blood relationship between them and this eased her way considerably. She was already accustomed to adulterous love affairs, having engaged in several such liaisons during her first marriage, and this probably made it easier for her to respond to Jerry's ardent advances.
One writer, in discussing cases of incest or semi-incest as Linda's affair with Jerry could probably be termed has pointed out that fathers faced with the task of raising a son after the wife's death is more inclined to remarry than if there were no children surviving the wife. Whatever the motivation of the new wife might be, "both she and the father were looking, or at least available, and thus possibly came to each other with little else than convenience for the foundation of their relationship. Under these conditions, the normal bonds between two people might be lacking. From this type of beginning, only a few other ingredients are needed to provoke the consummated act. Generally they are:
(1) A predisposition toward hyper-sexuality on the part of the woman (I sexual disinterest on the part of the husband would produce the same effect.)
(2) Convenience (absence of husband, etc.)
(3) Acceptable ages.
(4) Dominance or semi-dominance on the part of the woman." (James Aarren, Incest: Man's Oldest Taboo, p. 64.) All of these criteria are to be found in Linda's case history; the only missing factor is Jerry's aggressiveness and readiness to engage in illicit sex with Linda.
CHAPTER 8
Mrs. Mary B-, 42 yrs., blonde. Widow.
5'4". 113 lbs.
When Horace, my husband, died it seemed the natural thing o do, becoming the housemother of the Delta Rho fraternity. Horace had been a Delta Rho himself and had acted as their advisor as long as he taught mathematics at the college. The fraternity's former housemother had been discharged due to inefficiency in managing the house and they were looking for a replacement. Of course I knew that they had a reputation on the campus for being a very fast group of lads but I had always believed that was mostly envy on the part of certain malcontents on campus. I accepted their offer and moved in two months after Horace's funeral.
To be quite honest, the only misgivings I had about taking the post concerned myself. You see, Horace had not been quite the typical college mathematics professor that you read about in novels. He had been a capable mathematician but he had also been an extremely capable lover. Even though I'd been a virgin at the time I met him, he taught me to love every phase of the sexual arts and to become highly proficient at satisfying his lusty appetites. In the process of learning how to accomplish that, of course, I had discovered that I had quite a high erotic potential myself. As Horace taught me more and more about sexuality, I learned that I had an almost endless desire for him.
He taught me all the common vulgar terms for our bodies and the acts we performed. I had never heard most of those words, of course, but I found that saying them when I was next to him, pressing my naked body next to his, had an amazingly erotic effect on both of us. Consequently I began using the words frequently when we were together, though I would never use them in polite conversation, of course.
At any rate, I was quite uncertain how I would manage my sex life without Horace. In order to please him and to gain another avenue toward sexual bliss I had learned to masturbate; he loved to watch me do that and it never failed to arouse him. I had become proficient enough at the art that I expected I would be able to satisfy my longings myself.
I hadn't counted upon the Delta Rhos, however, I hadn't been in the house very long before I began to suspect that a lot of the stories I'd heard around campus were true. The college flatly forbade boys to entertain girls in their rooms in those days this was about eight years ago and the college was very strict with regard to such matters but I suspected that more than one girl was being taken to a boy's room. I didn't have to imagine what went on then; I had only to remember my wonderful life with Horace! Of course many of the girls seemed to invite this, by wearing very short, revealing dresses or extremely tight trousers. I couldn't believe that they knew very much about lovemaking, though. That's probably because I had been so sexually backward myself in college. I thought that girls were still brought up the same way I had been. What a mistake!
This all came to a head one Wednesday night. Most of the boys were out and the house was fairly quiet. I was in my apartment, which was somewhat detached from the main part of the house, but close enough that I could occasionally hear things that made me wonder. On this particular night I was sure that I'd heard a girl's voice coming from the room of this boy whom I especially suspected of violating the college's rule about visiting. I decided that it was time to do something about it so I marched down to the president's room, ready to report what I suspected and to demand that he do something.
I knocked once on his door and it swung open. Apparently the latch hadn't caught completely and the pressure of my tap was enough to spring it open. I couldn't help but look inside and what I saw filled me with surprise and shock. The house president was standing up, his trousers down around his ankles, and this lovely blonde girl she was the vice-president of the college's top sorority had his prick in her mouth.
"Suck it, Julie, suck that cock!" I heard Steve, the president, tell her. "Yeah, baby you're eating dick now! Keep it up and I'll shoot come all over your tonsils!"
Perhaps it was his words which affected me so much, I'm still not sure. At any rate I couldn't follow what would have been my normal impulse, which would have been to leave the room and go back to my own. I stood there, transfixed by the sight, and watched in shock. Just then the girl's eyes swiveled toward me and she saw me standing there.
"Mmmmm, we've got a visitor," she said, licking her lips as she took her mouth off his cock. "And she doesn't look too pleased about it all!"
Steve looked around and saw me. He didn't seem surprised or put out very much, considering the seriousness of the offense. I started to denounce him to his face but then another impulse took hold of me. It was like a completely new being and possessed my body, my very soul, and was dictating things which were utterly alien to me. I remember that I was extremely surprised at the sight of Steve's prick; it was simply huge and seemed almost to glow with a fervent, sensual heat.
"What are you going to do now?" he asked. "Turn me in, I suppose?"
"No, there isn't any need for that," I said, wondering at the same time how I could bring myself to say such things. "I don't think that you should be thrown out of the college simply because you're young and healthy, or because your girlfriend has a desire to taste your prick!"
"Hey, I think she'd like a little of that cock too!" Julie said, giving me a very understanding look. "Sure, she's after some of it too!"
"There's no reason why you two shouldn't enjoy yourselves," I told them. "As long as I can enjoy some of the fruits of your passion too! But I think this discussion can best be continued in my apartment. Steve, pull up your trousers. Then you and Julie come down to my apartment."
I turned and left them, wondering if I would even be able to walk. My knees were shaking violently and I was acutely conscious of my pussy and clitoris, just the way I'd always been when I'd get a sudden desire for Horace and call him to come home so he could satisfy me. I went into my apartment and sat down to wait for them. They came along shortly and I sat them down across the table from me.
"I've never coerced anyone into making love to me before," I said, speaking as frankly as I could, "and I'm not sure that I intend to start now. But when I saw you two together that was the impulse that sprang into my mind, I must admit that."
"Who's talking about coercion?" Steve asked. "I've always thought you were a good looking woman!"
"I don't mind sharing him with you," Julie added, giving me a girlish leer. "It wouldn't be the first time in his life he's made it with two girls at once!"
"What on earth do you mean?" I gasped, startled by that.
"Oh, you know, sometimes I get tired of letting him hump that big rod up my cunt and I'll try to get a pledge to help me out," the girl said without blinking. "He sort of-likes it that way. And I like it too, if the truth is to be told!"
"Are you suggesting that we collaborate in subduing him?" I asked, unable to believe my ears.
"Sure, why not?" she said, giving me a shrug and a smile. "I sort of like to have him right after he's fucked another woman that hot, wet dick sure feels good after I've watched him ball!"
"I've heard of the emancipated youth but I certainly didn't think it had gone this far," I murmured, astonished almost beyond words. "All right, if you're sure that it's so good, I'd like to try that too!"
I led them into my bedroom and we all stripped. I felt a little self-conscious about showing my naked body off to them but once Julie had gotten out of her bra and panties I didn't feel so bad: Her breasts weren't any better than mine in fact, they even had more of a droop and she was a trifle on the hippy side too. Steve certainly didn't seem to find my figure repellent, to judge from the longing looks he threw my way when he saw me naked. I was entranced with his cock it bent to the left slightly and looked totally sensual.
"Why don't you fuck her for a while?" Julie suggested, looking at me and smiling. "Then, when you're ready to pop off, I'll finish you with a nice blow job!"
I couldn't conceive of a girl wanting to do such a thing. I was so ignorant, but I was determined that if he was going to give me a serving of that lusty tool I would take it, regardless of what she did. The sight of it simply drove me wild with desire and I suppose I'd have done almost anything to have gotten some of it. I got onto the bed and opened my thighs. Both Steve and Julie came closer to have a look; I'm sure that girl had some Lesbian tendencies, from the way she looked at my pussy. You could almost see the desire on her face and I'd have bet anything that she would have sucked me if I'd only given her a little encouragement. I wasn't interested in that, though; I wanted that cock that Steve was carrying!
"Get ready for a long session," Julie warned me. "He's made out of steel, it sometimes feels like, and he can fuck forever!"
"Give it to me!" I murmured, pawing at the lips of my pussy and holding them wide open so he could get the head of his cock into my cunt. "Let's see what you're made of!"
I quickly found out that she hadn't lied or exaggerated. His prick was the hardest thing I'd ever felt. Horace, by the time he died, had lost the ability to get a firm, rock-hard erection, though he could get it hard enough to do the work I wanted done, and I'd forgotten just how stiff and bony a cock can get. This lad was immense and also hard! I guided it into place and as soon as it was in me I could tell that I wouldn't have to wait long before I got what I was looking for. It was so hot, so utterly sensual, that I could feel my cunt tightening up almost as soon as it went into me.
"She's digging it!" Julie murmured, taking up a position so she could see it all. "Man, she's really enjoying that dick!"
"I told you she loved cock," Steve grunted. "And you do, don't you?"
"It's wonderful!" I gasped, locking my legs tightly around him and swinging them high so he could drive that tool into the bottom of my cunt. "Ahh, it's beautiful! There's nothing like a fuck!"
Julie started playing with her own pussy. She held her legs up so we could both see what she was doing. Steve seemed to like that and I must admit that I too got an extra little fillip of sensual excitement from seeing her do it to herself. She had a peculiar way of doing it, one that I'd never heard of or tried before. She ran her middle finger into her cunt, wetting it thoroughly, and then she removed it and put that finger into her ass-hole. Once that was done, she pushed her thumb into her cunt, so that she was holding herself as though she were a bowling ball, perhaps.
I couldn't pay too much attention to her, however. Steve was pushing his cock further into my cunt with little strokes, each time going a little deeper, and I rapidly became conscious of nothing but the deep, wonderful presence of his prick. It had been just about three months since I had had a man inside me, and longer than that since I'd had one this hard or this hot, and naturally I was responding furiously. It seemed that the interior of my cunt had almost grown together, the resistance was so tough, but I really loved the way he forced his way into that cavity. It was simply superb!
"Oohh, Steve, you're fucking me crazy!" I moaned, writhing and tossing about as he continued to ply that big cock of his. "You balls are down on my cunt they're rubbing my ass-hole! Oohh, come, darling, come! Make my cunt come!"
"I'll fuck you till your pussy falls off!" he grunted. "And Julie's getting herself hot to suck too! Man, I'm going to get some loving tonight!"
"How is she?" Julie asked, her voice tight with tension and excitement. "How is her cunt?"
"She's tight," Steve replied, never missing a beat. "She's as tight as any freshman and she's hot too! And juicy! She's really ready for a fucking! Come on, Mary, shake that ass and get your cunt in a boil!"
"Come! Come!" I moaned, feeling my body turn into a sex machine that ran under the power of its own lustful excitement. "Oohh! Anngghh!"
I'm not sure if it was because I'd been so long without a fuck, or if it was due to the extra excitement of Julie's presence and her uninhibited activities, but I felt myself beginning to come much earlier than usual. Horace and I had become so accustomed to each other that we could easily fuck for twenty or thirty minutes without an orgasm; often we did that simply because we liked the feel of the fuck-motion and being so close to each other. This, time, however, I felt myself beginning to come only seconds after I first felt his cock opening my cunt. It took me by purprise but once I recognized the feeling I really met it head on!
"I've got it!" I cried out, gripping him even tighter and working my hips up and down to get even more of that delicious prick inside my cunt. "I feel my come! Oohh, Steve, fuck me all the way! Fill me with cock!"
He did just that, driving his tool in so far I could feel it in my womb. It was a deliriously exciting feeling and my entire body responded with a long, hard, driving climax that left me limp and sobbing with joy. Steve continued to fuck steadily, making me come all the more until I'd finally reached a peak of feeling and couldn't do it any more. I fell back from him, limp and exhausted, and June edged closer to us. She was still fucking herself with that peculiar style of hers but now she seemed more interested in Steve.
"Are you getting close?" she asked him. "God, you fucked her out of her mind! I thought she was going to cream forever! Look at your cock, it's frothy with her come!"
I had to look down too. He pulled it out far enough to see and I could see that big shaft connecting his loins to mine. The hair around it, a nice, dark brown fuzz, was indeed flecked with a milky kind of froth, the result of his pistoning back and forth in my well-oiled cunt. I immediately conceived a desire to suck him myself the sight of his cock in that condition was positively intoxicating! but Julie had already marked that out for herself.
"It won't be long," Steve muttered. "Are you ready, Julie?"
"Yeah, I'm ready," she said. "Pull it out and I'll finish you. Man, I'm dying for a taste of come!"
He took his cock out of my cunt but he didn't move off me. Instead he remained between my legs, supporting his torso on his extended arms, and Julie reached in between our bodies to take his prick. She fastened her hand around it and began fist-fucking him. He was so wet from my cunt that her hand slid easily up and down the thick shaft and I could tell from Steve's satisfied expression that she'd handled enough pricks to be very adept at the task.
"She must have the wettest cunt in the world!" Julie exclaimed as she stroked his cock. "You're so wet, so hot!"
"She's got a lovely cunt," Steve said, watching both of us as she jacked him off. "But you've got a nice hand action too, so that makes it even!"
Some people would perhaps have resented being discussed like that but I found it rather exciting to lie there so close to them and hear their opinions of me. In fact, I found it so exciting that I couldn't resist reaching down to put a finger between the lips of my own pussy. I was alive with feeling.
"Yes, that's all right," Julie purred as she continued to run her fist up and down his cock. "Just screw yourself, Mary, and pretty soon hell be shooting hot come down my throat! If I didn't want to feel him come so badly I'd jack him off on your belly and then lick the come off you! Maybe sometime you'll let me lick his come out of your cunt? That's almost as good as taking it direct from his prick!"
"Come on, honey, maybe she doesn't go for having a girl lick her pussy," Steve grunted. "Maybe she isn't as queer as you are!"
"I'm not queer!" Julie snapped. "I just like to fuck and suck, it doesn't matter whether it's with a man or woman!"
"Oohh, what kind of people have I fallen in with?" I wondered aloud as I fingered my pussy harder. "Is there anything you two won't do?"
"Steve won't let a guy put a prick up his ass," the girl said, as though she might be discussing his food habits. "But otherwise he's pretty loose and easy about what hell do!"
"I like girls better, especially when they can fuck and suck and jack off as well as you two!" he said. "Mmmmm, baby, you're really getting some feeling out of my cock! Try sucking it a little too, huh?"
"Yeah, I'm up for that!" Julie whispered, darting her head forward between our bellies to get her mouth over the head of his prick. "Mmmmm!"
"This is unbelievable!" I murmured, working my finger over the lips of my pussy and making my clitoris swell and throb with life. "I would never have believed I have engaged in such things or enjoyed them half as much!"
"Here, Steve, run it back in her cunt for a minute," Julie whispered, taking her mouth off his cock and shoving it down between my legs. "Get some more pussy flavoring on it. She's really got a hot little hole there! And it tastes too good to believe! Oohh, Mary, I wish you'd let me go down on you! I could suck you off in no time, darling; I know just what a woman wants and how to make her pussy ache with joy!"
I didn't say anything to that. Maybe it was because I was afraid I'd say yes and find that I too was part Lesbian? I don't know. Anyway, she put Steve's cock back in me and he fucked my cunt for a moment or two. Julie, the little slut, took advantage of the opportunity to slip a few surreptitious feels of my pussy, I'll have to admit that she really had a light, delicate touch, just the kind I liked if I were going to excite myself to the limit, but there was something about doing it with a woman that held part of me back. I couldn't let go as freely with her as with a man. I guess I'm basically heterosexual, though sometimes I like to amuse myself by dreaming of doing things with a girl.
"Hey, that's out of sight!" Steve exclaimed as he worked his cock in and out of me faster and faster. "Yeah, I like this switching off!"
"Don't come in her!" Julie moaned, getting more excited herself. "Give it to me, damn you! I want to suck! I want some come!"
"Give it to her!" I added, hating to miss the golden chance of feeling him shoot come into my cunt but guessing that he and I would have plenty of chances to do that later. "Shoot it in her mouth! Let her suck you off!"
"Here it is, Julie," he muttered, pulling out of me and giving it back to her. "Get ready to drink some come, baby; I'm full of it now!"
She was resting her head on my belly, which I found rather comforting and nice. He just drove forward, transferring his cock from my cunt to her mouth, and she began jacking him off again. His balls were hanging down over the lips of my pussy, brushing against my fingers, and I was seized with another lewd impulse.
"I'll put your balls in my pussy!" I blurted out, grasping the big eggs carefully and rubbing them over my slit. "Ahh, that's fantastic!"
"Jesus, she's doing it!" Steve gasped, stiffening his hips and shuddering with delight. "Man, this is too much! Oohh, suck, Julie!
Suck my cock! Agghh!"
"Mmmmmm! Gllbb!" the girl moaned, her mouth full of dick but still ready to sound off. "Ooohh!"
"Oh, your balls, they're so hard, so full of come!" I whispered, rubbing them all over my slit and even trying to force one of them into the mouth of my cunt. "They feel so wonderful on my pussy! They make my clit want to fall off! Ummm! Ooohh!"
"Ungghh! I'm coming!" Steve wailed, holding himself very still. "Oww! Oooohh! Aiiee!"
I had one hand on his side and I could feel the mighty tremors that raced through his body. I also had his balls clapped against my pussy and I could feel them quivering and jerking as they pumped out vast streams of come. That was oddly exciting, being able to feel part of him as he came and yet not feeling his cock jet out those big streams of hot juice. Julie had his cock buried in her mouth and she was sucking loudly, trying to keep up with his discharge. He was too much for her, though; a small quantity of the stuff ran down onto my belly from a corner of her mouth. Steve continued to groan and quiver for a long time, far longer than I had remembered Horace doing, and I began to wonder if he was perhaps some kind of superhuman sexual machine. I'd forgotten, of course, just how strongly he had been able to come during the first years of our marriage. As we grew older he naturally shot off less and less but I became accustomed to it since it was a gradual process.
"Oh, wow, was that ever something else!" he muttered when finally he'd finished draining his balls. "The two of you together, that was just too much! Damn, both of you could ruin a man in no time at all!"
"What a lovely come!" Julie exclaimed, turning around to look at me with gratitude. "Mary, I just know he wouldn't have come so much if you hadn't been helping. That was a wonderful idea of yours, rubbing his balls into your pussy!"
"I couldn't help it," I said, feeling rather proud of myself in spite of my words. "I just felt them there and it dawned on me that this would feel good."
"Too much!" she marveled. "And could you feel him come? Could you feel his balls tremble and quiver?"
"Could I ever! It was erotic beyond relief," I sighed, remembering the sensual feel of those big eggs against the hyper-sensitive lips of my pussy. "I felt it better than I would ever have believed possible!"
"Yeah, it's a blast," she agreed.
"Oh? Have you done it too?" I asked, a little disappointed that I'd not been the first to have tried that particular scheme.
"No, not exactly the way you did it," she replied. "But once I sucked his balls while he was fucking Ginny Dicksen in the cunt that was pretty far out, having one of his balls in my mouth as he shot come up her hole!"
I couldn't say anything to that, I was so shocked. I knew the Dicksen girl; she was one of the cheerleaders and had always impressed me and all my friends as the soul of wholesome, genuine, enthusiastic American girlhood. For that matter, Julie herself certainly didn't give the impression fo being such a total devotee of debauchery as she proved to be. I could hardly believe that these girls, from such excellent families and so well behaved, could actually engage in such practices but I'd already had a preview of Julie's lack of any kind of restraint.
Steve hadn't said anything during this exchange. I suppose he'd been pretty exhausted by the violence of his climax; he fell off me and lay on the bed beside us. After a few minutes, though, he began to revive and the first thing I knew he was nuzzling up between my thighs. I automatically opened them further, desiring the feel of his lips against my pussy, and within a few minutes he was sucking my pussy until I thought sure it would melt and run down into his mouth.
"Mmmmm, that feels so good!" I sighed, straightening my legs a little so I could push my pussy against his face better. "Ahhh! Beautiful!"
"He's a first-class cunt-lapper," Julie told me. "I trained him myself!"
"The only way this could be better," he said, looking up from between my legs, "would be for your cunt to be dripping with come!"
I felt a thrill of sensual delight run over my body when he said that. Horace had never shown much of a liking to eat me after he'd given me a good, rousing fuck. Steve had different material in him, though, and I felt myself warming toward him even more. He went back to tonguing me, using a very gentle, flicking motion that sent shivers of joy pulsing through my body, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to delay my response very long.
"What if I were to do this?" Julie whispered, reaching out to stroke my left breast very lightly. "Suppose I were to help him excite you would that make you come better!"
"Unngghh!" I groaned, writhing as her fingers spread fire over my nipple. "God, it's marvelous! I can't help myself; I'm coming all over! Suck me, Steve, suck my cunt!
Aurrgghh!"
The come came surging up out of the depths of my womb, as strong as it had been when he'd shoved his cock far up my cunt. Julie's fingers were pinching and twisting at my nipple, sending additional spasms of erotic joy coursing through my body. At the very peak of my excitement she bent over and flicked her tongue over the head, hot cone of flesh that she had excited so lasciviously I answered by twisting around and thrusting the breast into her mouth with extra force. I've never had homosexual longings before but just then I was completely out of control and I just did whatever my body dictated.
"Eeehh! Oohh! Owww!" I groaned, gathering Steve's face closer and holding him tightly against my pussy. "God, it's all over me!"
His tongue probed deep and the sound of his lips smacking and slurping only made me come all the harder. At times like that I really love the animal aspects of lovemaking the grunts, the sounds of wet flesh working against wet flesh, the moisture of lust, all those parts which some women think are so messy and bothersome.
"Come, Mary, let your cunt overflow!" Julie urged, taking her mouth off my breast but continuing to massage it skillfully. "Drown him with cunt; cream all over his face! Make him want to shoot off again!"
I paid no attention to her. My body was totally dominant by now and all I could do was let it continue along that lustful path. The sensations multiplied and strengthened until I felt spasms of orgiastic pleasure from head to foot. I came again and again and Steve continued to lap at my wet pussy. Finally he tongued me through the climax and it was all over except for those last few flickers of pleasure, the ebb-tide of the climax, and I let out a long, low sigh of contentment.
"Mmmmm, did you ever suck me off!" I murmured. "Darlings, I don't know what you did yo me but it was wonderful! I don't remember when I've had two such beautiful orgasms in so short a time!"
"There's more ahead," Julie promised, "This lad, once he gets his pecker hard there's just no way to bring it down without fucking yourself into a frenzy. We're going to have fun working him down!"
That set the tone for the rest of the evening. I would never have believed it beforehand, but Julie and Steve showed me that they knew just about everything there was to know about human sexuality. For a pair so young they had already done everything, it seemed, and I came around to admitting that perhaps the young people of today really are living a freer life than what I was accustomed to as a young girl. Not only did they have the technical skills and the knowledge, they also had extremely advanced tastes and absolutely no inhibitions about satisfying them. Julie, in particular, struck me as almost depraved in her quest for the unusual in sexual stimulation and satisfaction.
"I got tired of guys fucking my cunt when I was sixteen," she told me after I'd made a remark about her erotic preferences. "I mean, just everybody was making it with guys and I wanted to be different. I fell in with a kid who had dropped out of college and he really turned me on to some of the more unusual ways. He taught me how to suck. It was with him that I first really began to dig letting a guy shoot off against my body. I guess that really turns me on most now, seeing his cock swell up and shoot come over my tits or belly."
She demonstrated her preference for me, seeing that I was uncertain as to her true meaning, and I marveled at what that girl did. She got over Steve, squatting over him with his cock running up her cunt, and worked it back and forth until he was almost ready to come. Then she lifted herself off him and finished him with her hand, jacking him off until he shot a thick, creamy blob of sperm all over her crotch. She used her free hand to rub the cream into her hair and the lips of her pussy, exclaiming with delight as her fingers worked the sperm into the clitoris and the mouth of her cunt. Actually she was just masturbating, though the presence of Steve's cock in her hand and the feel of his hot sperm probably made it a lot more exciting to her.
"Wowww! Ooohh!" she groaned, working her fingers deep and trembling as her tensions mounted and then poured out over her fingers. "Oohh, baby, I'm creaming now! Agghh!"
To be perfectly truthful, I felt a little uneasy at being around Julie after I'd found out exactly how depraved her sexual appetites were. I mentioned this to Steve on a later occasion, when he'd stopped by my apartment for an hour between my thighs, and he seemed to know exactly what I meant.
"Yeah, she's a little far out," he agreed. "Most of the time I don't think you can beat just straight fucking! You know, the kind we had just now, that's what I dig most of the time. But every so often, when I take a longing for something really wild, Julie's always got a new wrinkle to try out. Sometimes I don't believe she ever thinks about anything but new ways of making it!"
"There are worse things to think about," I said, flexing my thighs and working my cunt around his cock. "Sometimes, instead of new ways, a woman just wants more of the same old way!"
"You mean like right now?" he asked, working his prick in and out a little and bringing a gasp of delight to my lips. "Yeah, that's what you mean, isn't it? You're just a pig for prick, just like I'm a pig for pussy!"
"Fuck me!" I whispered, holding him tightly and fucking back with more intensity. "Fuck my cunt, Steve; make it sing with joy! Oohh, once isn't enough for me I've got to have it more than once!"
He had a fantastic ability to hold back his orgasm when he wanted to, so that he could make me come over and over again before finally he let go and fired off the hot, thick juice that lurked in his balls. He loved making me come, just as I loved coming, and there were times when I began to wonder if he'd ever release himself and fill my cunt with that scalding sperm. Occasionally, if I happened to be in a very special mood, he would suggest some variations like those he loved to employ with Julie and a few of her more advanced friends.
"Why don't you jack me off?" he suggested one evening after bringing me to three or four climaxes without ever losing a drop of his own sperm. "You know, work it with your hand and let the come shoot out on your belly?"
"I'll do it!" I gasped, ready for anything by that stage of the evening. "Oohh, take it out of my cunt, Steve; I'll fist-fuck you till your cock shoots come all over me!"
He lifted up and I reached down to grasp the long, thick projectile. It was slippery and hot from my cunt, allowing my hand to slide up and down it easily. I gripped him as hard as I could. He began rocking back and forth, fucking himself in and out of my fist, and I rotated it around him so that he could get even stronger sensations. He edged further up my body and I lifted my face up so I could lick one of his nipples; he could never withstand that particular caress and this time was no different.
"Agghh! You're pulling the come out of me!" he moaned, writhing and twisting about furiously. "Ugghh! Mary, you're jerking me off! Now, Mary, now! Do it now!"
"Come, Steve, come!" I groaned, working my hand up and down his cock as fast as I could and trying to make him shoot cream all over me. "Oh, Steve, let it go! Your cock's so red and hot, so ready to come! Now, Steve now do it to me! Mmmmm, I wish now I were sucking you!"
He began to come and the thick, milky love juice squirted all over me. Some of it shot up onto my nipples, a drop or two even came close to my face, but most of it went down into my belly. I writhed with pleasure when I saw him come, when I felt the warm stuff against my skin. I milked him down properly and then I dipped the head of his cock in the puddle, wetting it all over and preparing it for when I would move down and begin sucking him. That was beautiful, doing him with my hand and watching him shoot off, then putting his prick in the come and licking it off him. There were times when that was the most perfectly satisfying thing I could do with him.
Mary's case history well illustrates the process by which a person's moral code can be conditioned by his or her needs of the moment. As long as her husband was alive and able to satisfy her well developed sexual needs, Mary could afford to maintain a negative attitude toward sexual deviations of the sort which Julie, and to some extent Steve, delighted in performing. Once that situation had changed and she had been exposed to a quite different milieu, one in which acts of the utmost abandon were sought and prized, her moral estimation of them changed drastically. Truly, as Dr. ALbert Ellis has pointed out, "sexual 'abnormality' or neurosis results from the interaction of the human individual with his society and cannot be scientifically evaluated apart from both an individual and a social setting." (Ellis, Sex Eithout Guilt, p. 142.)
Merely participating occasionally in acts which the majority of society would call deviant does not, however, justify our labeling Mary as a sexual deviant. If that term is to have any fixed meaning, it should be applied to those individuals who become fixated upon one particular act, normally one which most authorities would agree is "deviant," and uninterested in any other form of sexual outlet. In the words of one noted authority, "a sex deviant or neurotic ... chooses to remain fixated on one particular kind of sex activity because he would become illogically anxious or guilty if he did not do so." (Ellis, Sex Without Guilt, p. 141.) By her own words, Mary preferred orthodox vaginal intercourse for most of her sexual experiences. The fact that she sometimes indulged in more exotic modes of sexual behavior does not justify our becoming concerned about her "normality" or "abnormality."
Julie, the occasional girlfriend of Steve, presents a much more intriguing case for those who would probe the mind of the sexual deviant. Unfortunately we know almost nothing about her, except for what Mary included in her case history. Her example provided Mary with her introduction to the new world of troilism, as well as to a variety of sexual experiences which she had not previously encountered. Mary's maturity enabled her to respond to these new experiences in an adult, responsible way. Otherwise, the shock of such drastic revelations might have provided the psychic trauma which could have resulted in grave emotional damage.
CHAPTER 9
Miss Barbara W-, 41 yrs. Brunette. Single.
5'7". 122 lbs.
A lot of it's my fault, I know that. You know how it is when you're six inches taller than anyone else in the whole junior high school you tend to react rather sharply against the teasing from the other kids. I did exactly the same thing, with the result that I didn't have too many friends for a long time. In fact, it wasn't until I was a senior in high school that I finally began working out of my shell and trying to relate to other people on other than a hostile basis. By that time, of course, I'd already frightened off most of the boys who might otherwise have been interested in me.
This wasn't too great a problem because by that time I'd discovered the secret of masturbation and I was fully capable of caring for my sexual needs. The discrepancy between the pleasure I felt when a boy tired handling me and when I did it to myself was so great that I didn't see any great need for boys. Consequently I remained withdrawn to a great degree. Besides, there was Tim, my brother. He was a year older than me and I fear that I had a considerable crush on him. He abetted the thing by being so nice and understanding when I was having it so rough. He was also extra nice when I started finding out about sex. In fact, you might say that he was the one who got me started on the finger game, though he didn't realize it at the time.
"Hey, what are you doing?" I blurted out one afternoon when I wandered into his room without knocking; he was standing in front of his mirror handling his cock. "Wow, look how it's grown!"
I was so ignorant that I didn't even know about erections. I'd seen Tim's cock before but never like that. This particular afternoon, it had grown out till it looked almost as big as his arm and I was really astounded to see it.
"I'm jacking off," he said. "You want to stay around and watch?"
I said that I would. I knew that what he was doing was wrong that is, Mom would have said it was wrong, just like she said that everything was wrong which was any fun doing but that only made it all the better.
"Betty-likes to do this to me," he said, running his fist up and down the long shaft of his dick. "I've been trying to get her to let me fuck her but she won't do it. All she'll do is jack me off."
I'd heard kids talking about fucking and I knew it was a perfectly terrible thing to do but I didn't know just how you go about it. I guess I was about twelve or thirteen when this happened. Tim told me that all you had to do was get the guy's cock in your pussy and let him work it around till he shot off. I didn't know what that meant either but as I watched I saw him do it. He had a wad of toilet tissue on the dresser before him and when he aimed the head of his cock into that paper and started shooting out a thick stream of yellowish come I could see that it was really good for him. He groaned and shook all over till I was about to get concerned for him, but he told me it was the greatest feeling he'd ever had.
Naturally it wasn't too long before I began feeling and looking around between my legs, trying to find out if maybe I could so something like that too. I already knew that my slit was pretty sensitive; washing it and putting in tampons was enough to tell me that. It didn't take much investigating before I discovered where my clitoris was and after that I was off on my own target. I became more interested in sex and, being the studious sort, I hied myself off to the public library. There I sneaked out a couple of books from the Marriage and Hygiene section. They were pretty stiff reading and I had to spend a lot of time with the dictionary but by the time I'd finished reading them I knew a lot more about the subject of sex.
Except for the masturbating. I didn't get a chance to put my reading into practice until I was twenty-two. That's when I met this fellow who seemed to be really interested in me. I'd just finished college and had this job in the library downtown; he was doing a research project there and consequently I saw quite a bit of him. He took me out to lunch a few times and then to dinner. When he invited me up to his apartment after dinner I knew what was coming but I'd already decided that it was time I found out about sexual intercourse at first hand.
"Oohh, that's good!" I said as he pressed me against the back of his couch and ran his hand over my sweater, crushing my breasts underneath. "Not hard, don't do it hard they're so tender!"
"I'll be gentle," he promised, taking one of my hands and placing it on his cock. "I'll be sure to remember that!"
It was all a lie, of course. I had persuaded myself that since he was an older man, about thirty-five, I'd judged, he wouldn't be so impatient and hurried as a fellow my own age might be. I was also disappointed when I felt of his cock: it was only halfway hard and wasn't nearly as large as Tim's had been. All the time I'd been masturbating, I'd nearly always imagined that I was seeing Tim again, watching him fuck himself and bring his big, thick tool to a foaming, gushing climax. Consequently I'd psychologically conditioned myself to expect a massive prick, I suppose, and when I learned the truth of it was something of a disappointment.
"Wait, let me get my dress off!" I whispered as he pressed me down onto the couch and began tugging my panties down. "I'll get all wrinkled!"
"No, just let me do it!" he hissed, getting my panties off and lurching between my legs. "God, I've got to get it in!"
That's something I've yet to understand about that man. Even though his cock wasn't completely hard, he still had this great impatience to get it into my pussy! How can that be? Whatever the reason, I couldn't stop him and he forced himself further between my legs. I panicked, I admit it, and when I felt that he was going to go ahead and do it to me regardless of my protests I became frightened. I was also a little chagrined that he didn't want me to take my clothes off in dreaming about being fucked I had always imagined myself as being completely naked. Instead, here I was with my dress down around my breasts and only my panties removed; he still had on everything except his jacket and he was trying to fuck me! He didn't even unbuckle his trousers he just unzipped the fly, brought out his cock and began shoving it into my cunt.
"Owww! Ooohh!" I groaned. "It's hurting me! Stop, please stop!"
He wasn't about to stop, not once he'd gotten that far, and that's just the way it happened. I'd lost all my arousal by that time, naturally, and my desire shriveled away to nothing. Fortunately it didn't take him very long to come he just wiggled it in and out a few times and then he shot off, a little spurt of come that was more a mess than anything else. Almost as soon as he'd shot his cream into my cunt he got off, wiped off his cock and put it back in his trousers. That was the end of the evening's entertainment as far as he was concerned. I left his apartment shortly afterward. He didn't seem very interested in continuing our "friendship" once he'd gotten his orgasm and I certainly wasn't interested in prolonging the relationship.
After that I didn't have much to do with men for a long time. I retreated back into my shell, wondering if perhaps Mom had been right in telling me over and over that men were simply no good. I continued to do it to myself, of course, and more and more I had this fantasy-vision of doing things with Tim. He'd married and moved out to the west coast by that time and we never saw each other, never even corresponded much, but still I loved imagining that I was doing things with him. You know, playing with his cock, rubbing it against my breasts, sucking him, even making him put it into my pussy. Curiously, in those fantasies, I never allowed him to shoot off in my cunt I always made him remove it and direct the orgasmic spray onto my breasts, or perhaps into my mouth. I often had this daydream of him standing before me, jacking off like mad, and me kneeling in front of him with my mouth open, waiting for his climax. I'd always finger my pussy at the same time, of course, and just as I reached my own climax he could come, spurting out a long, thick stream of that fragrant cream until it shot all over my face and drenched my mouth with lust.
I fell into the habit of spending a lot of free time in a small park located just in front of my apartment house. I enjoyed taking a book out there and reading, or perhaps just sitting with the sun on me. It wasnt a big park and there weren't so many people who used it so often I could count on virtual seclusion. I was sitting there one afternoon, reading and enjoying the warmth, when I happened to look up. Directly across the path from me there was a small patch of grass, then a growth of bushes. A young man, perhaps fifteen or sixteen, was standing in the midst of those bushes, just watching me. As soon as he saw that I was looking at him he opened up his trousers and took out his cock. It was perfectly immense, or seemed so to my untrained eyes, and I was so shocked I couldn't do anything for a moment.
The youth was very tall for his age, perhaps close to six feet, and had a shock of long, blonde hair. As I watched, open-mouthed and stupefied, he began caressing his prick and it began growing before my very eyes. I was so astounded I couldn't do anything except sit there and gape. Fortunately no one was coming so there was no one but me to see him I later learned that he'd planned it just that way. The site he had chosen was peculiarly located; anyone coming up would have made enough noise on the graveled walk that he could have heard them and ducked out of sight.
As I watched, the kid brought his cock up to a full, throbbing erection and began masturbating. I immediately thought of Tim, naturally, but I couldn't bring myself to say a word. For one thing, I was afraid that I would frighten him away; for another, I was too spellbound by his display to be able to do anything but watch. My pussy was already throbbing until I didn't know if I could stand it any longer or not. As I watched, he finished jerking off and shot a tremendously large, thick stream of come into the air. I could even hear it spatter against the grass!
He disappeared immediately after his orgasm. I went back to my apartment, once I'd recovered enough to move, and of course I had to strip and do myself with my fingers. Ahh, the pleasure of that occasion, lying there with my legs spread wide and two fingers up my cunt as I remembered the sight of his cock shooting come high into the air! It was marvelous, just marvelous. I began to keep a closer watch on the park after that. I promised myself that I would go back if I ever saw that lad again. Upon the day that I saw him, I hurried from the apartment, almost forgetting to bring my purse with the door key in it. On an impulse, I took off my panties as I went back to get my purse.
I took my seat on the same bench and it wasn't too long before the kid stepped out of the bushes, exactly where he'd been before. This time, however, I was ready for him. As soon as I was sure that he was the same one and that no one else was around, I spread my legs wide and lifted them enough for him to be able to see my pussy. When he started jacking off I looked both ways and then put a hand between my legs, reaching up high so he could see that I was fingerfucking at the same time. That really astounded him and he stopped fist-fucking for a moment.
"Come over here!" I called out, low but determined. "Come here and sit down; I'd like to talk to you!"
He came over, very reluctantly; he later told me that he was sure I was a policewoman and that I was setting a trap for him. I only wanted to talk to him, to find out more about him.
"What do you want to talk about?" he asked. "And why did you do that? Open your legs and show it off, I mean?"
"Why did you take your cock out and jack off in front of me?" I replied, wanting to get straight to the point.
"I don't know, I just had this urge to do it," he said. "Usually, when I do that, the woman screams and runs. You're the first one who ever watched me all the way!"
"I enjoy watching things like that," I said. "And you? Did you like seeing my pussy? Watching me finger myself?"
"Yeah, that was a blast," he said, grinning a little nervously. "I never saw anything like that before!"
"Would you like to come up to my apartment?" I asked, getting bolder by the minute. "We could be some place where we didn't have to worry about people passing by and interrupting us."
"Uh, what for?"
"I'd like to watch you jack off again," I said. "I'd also like to do it to myself while you fist-fucked that big cock of yours! I'd like for you to shoot your come onto my face, into my mouth!"
"Jeez, I never did anything like that!" he whispered.
"This is your chance to break that record," I urged. "Look, I'm getting up now. If you want to take me up on my offer just follow me!"
I walked away, though it took an effort to do so, and within a few steps he caught up with me. We walked back to my apartment without saying another word. My pussy was getting hotter and hotter every step until I began to wonder if I'd be able to walk all the way. I made it, though, and led him into the apartment. Once we got inside we began undressing immediately. I led the way, stripping down first; when he saw my bra fall aside, leaving me completely naked, he knew I was for real and he stripped too. I was already running my hands over my thighs, brushing my fingertips over my pussy, and it was all I could do to keep from going ahead and trying to finish it off then and there.
"Oohh, that's a lovely cock!" I whispered as he removed his shorts and stood naked before me. "So big, so hard! Those balls, they look so full of come!"
I slipped down to my knees, planting them wide apart, and ran my fingers into the mouth of my cunt. My lips were just on a horizontal plane with his cock and no more than a foot away. I could feel that I was extremely aroused already; my pussy was hot and wet and I knew it wouldn't take long before I could get myself a wonderful come.
"Do it, do it to yourself!" I whispered, licking my lips in anticipation. "Jack off and shower me with come!"
"It won't take long," he murmured, running his fist up and down the big tool. "God, I'm so hot now I don't know what to do!"
"Just jerk off!" I answered. "Jerk off and shoot come, that's all I want you to do!"
He manipulated his prick so that the foreskin slipped up over the broad, flaring head of the tool; then he pulled it back with a slow, easy motion that just reeked of sensuality. Seeing the skin cover up that head and then expose it was one of the most exciting sights I'd ever seen. I dug deeper with my fingers, getting myself closer to the breaking point, and groaned with joy at the sensations running through my body.
"This is the greatest!" he muttered, flexing his knees slightly and arching his cock upward a little. "Oohh, man, am I ever going to shoot come all over your face!"
"Do it, do it!" I moaned. "Ahh, shoot! Shoot! I'm dying to feel your come on my face! I want to taste it in my mouth! Mmmmmm, do it now!"
"It won't be long," he muttered. "Yeah, I can feel my balls twitching now, they're getting ready!"
"Aggh! I'm coming too!" I groaned, fucking my fingers as hard as I could. "Ooohh, I'm creaming all over my fingers!"
My come was so strong at first I didn't know when he started shooting off. But then I woke up and I felt the spatter of the hot, sticky stuff against my cheeks. It was literally gushing out of his cock, coming out in big, strong jets that really had some force behind them. He directed the spray around, shooting some onto my face but mostly into my mouth. Ahh, the feel and taste of come squirting out directly onto my tongue and rolling down my throat! I can never think of that marvelous sensation and taste without getting excited all over again.
Having the real thing there was even better than it had been in my daydreams, honest it was. In my fantasies I'd had to pretend that it was happening but now there was no pretending-I had the real thing and it was simply too much. I came over and over in great, long throbbing waves of pleasure that radiated outward from my cunt and infused my entire body with sensations the like of which I'd never felt before.
"Ungghh! Owww!" I wailed as the sensations mounted higher. "Oohh, I can't stop coming! It's getting better and better; I don't want it to stop, not ever!"
He kept on pumping at this cock until he'd coaxed every drop of sperm from his balls. The last few drops ran down off his knuckles and fell onto the floor. I was simply paralyzed with sensual joy. I couldn't have moved if the building had been falling down, I truly believe it. After a long while, though, I managed to get out of the kneeling position and into a seated pose. I leaned back against an armchair-we were in the living room-and looked up at him with tear-filled eyes.
"It's never been that good before," I murmured. "I've been fucking myself for years and it's never been nearly that good!"
"I thought it was great too," he agreed. "It's a lot better, being able to see somebody else doing it at the same time-especially a woman!"
"Haven't you ever done anything with a girl before?" I asked.
"No, I. . .I don't hit it off with girls too well," he said.
"But you like seeing me do it to myself?"
"Great! It was out of sight! When I saw that you were coming and heard all the sexy things you were saying I couldn't stop, I just had to let go and shoot off!"
"I loved it," I said. "I loved feeling your cock shoot that come and I loved the tasted of it! I've never done anything like this before but I've always dreamed about it. Now I've found out what it's like-and it's even better than I'd imagined it would be!"
"Do you want to do it again?" he asked. "Just like we did this time, I mean?"
I suggested that he just kneel between my legs while I lay on my back and fingered my cunt. I thought that perhaps he would like this better, since he'd be able to see my fingers going in and out of my pussy, and he took to it right away. The truth is, I was just too tired to be able to make it on my knees again. That orgasm had really sapped me! But once he got into position and started working his prick, and my fingers had stroked some life back into my pussy, I became very lively and it wasn't long before I was creaming again. He took a little longer this time; my climax was over by the time his started. In a way that was better because I wasn't distracted-I could concentrate entirely upon his prick. When I saw him start to come I almost creamed again, just from the excitement of watching him!
We met several times after that and each time we became a little freer with each other. Finally we progressed to the point where he'd let me jack him off-wonderful!-and I allowed him to finger-fuck me. From there we went on to sucking him-even better!-and he licked my pussy until I came all over his face. He wasn't very interested in fucking me, though, and I didn't care much about that either. The best thing, still, was to have him stand in front of me and jack off, shooting the come onto my face. That never failed to produce the very strongest sensations in me and I could always come magnificently that way.
"I don't have anything against you," he said one day when I mentioned something about the regular way of making it. "You've really got a lovely pussy. But I just don't want to put my cock into a woman that way-I'd a lot rather show it to her, fuck my fist with her looking at me. That's probably the best of all, even better than letting you suck me off."
"I guess I feel the same way," I agreed. "As long as I can finger-fuck myself into a frenzy, why should we bother with trying to make your prick do the same work? Especially when I like to look at it so much!"
That was the settlement we arrived at: mostly we'd masturbate and watch each other, with him shooting come onto me. Sometimes we'd do it to each other and occasionally we'd suck each other off. The best part was always the masturbating, though; that's what really gave me the greatest thrills. We kept this up for almost two years and then he moved out of the city. I've been on the lookout since then for another boy who would be able to do everything just as I'd like it done but so far I haven't yet found him. I still do it to myself, but now I have two options for what I think about: lean remember either Tim or this other lad. That's better than the situation I had before. At least this way I've go something real to recall!
There are several problems implicit in Barbara's presentation of her case history but only a few of them can be touched on here. Most obvious, perhaps, is the possibility of an incestuous relationship between Barbara and her brother. There is no evidence that such a relationship was ever consummated; Barbara strenuously denied ever having done more than watch her brother masturbate and we have no sound reason for disbelieving her. There is every reason, however, to believe that she harbored incestuous longings toward her brother and might have been receptive to more positive advances from him. A thorough analysis of this side of her personality would require an extensive psychoanalysis; we were neither equipped nor allowed to undertake such an enterprise.
Another startling aspect of Barbara's case is her extreme responsiveness to visual forms of sexual stimulation. Her sexual life was extremely rich in erotic fantasies of an unusually detailed and graphic sort. It is the opinion of one authority that males are far more likely to be aroused by looking at the opposite sex, whether clothed or nude, and that at least one-third of a fairly representative sample of American females masturbated successfully without any fantasies. (Kinsey, Sexual Behavior in the Human Female, pp. 164-165, 650 and 667.) Moreover, the same authority found that women's "masturbatory fantasies were usually in accord with the overt experience of the individual. Males not infrequently have fantasies of unfulfilled or repressed desires, but the fantasies among the females had less often concerned activities of a sort which they had not had...." (Ibid., pp. 164-165.)
Barbara's fantasies concerned mutual masturbation with her brother, therefore, must be rated as highly unusual, considering the generally reported range of female masturbatory behavior.
We cannot explain this aberration. Perhaps a deep, probing analysis of Barbara's past might uncover some clues, but, as we earlier pointed out, this technique could not be employed. Certainly there have been very few women who have shared her explicitness in fantasy and even fewer whose success in finding a real-life counterpart of that dream-life has been so marked. We can be reasonably sure that Barbara's earlier unsuccessful experiences with males had a great deal to do with pushing her in the direction she took, which happened to be one capitalizing upon a much earlier experience-watching her brother masturbate. Here, as in many other cases we have seen, childhood experiences and training are decisive and remain with the subject for may years thereafter.
