The military life-style didn't start in Vietnam ... Korea ... World War II ... the Battle of Bull Bun ... Maybe it started on the western frontier, where court-martial hearings were constant dramas...."Drinking, gambling, and fornication were the main pleasure projects of frontier Army life for officers and enlisted men, when available. Adultery flourished among the officers' set, and squaw-hunting was indulged in by rank and file ... where the frontier whores entered history as 'dance-hall girls' (Stephen Longstreet-War Cries On Horseback) ... Sex in every shape, form, manner, style, and substance seems always to have been the antidote to war, especially by those who fight the wars-whether volunteered or drafted.
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Don't think you are going to conceal thoughts by concealing evidence that they ever existed. Don't be afraid ... to read every book ... People who hold unpopular ideas are still part of America, and even if they have ideas that are contrary to our own, they have a right to have them, a right to record them, and a right to have them in places where they are accessible to others. This must be unquestioned, or it is not America.
Dwight D. Eisenhower Dartmouth College June 14,1953
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CASE HISTORY NO. 1-Naked and Bored
Shirley Jones, Army wife of an E-3 assigned as a drill cadre in the South. She is a tender twenty-two; small, sexy-bodied, and the mother of two children. J-s duty kept him away seven days a week, seldom allowing him to get home before nine or ten at night.
... I was bored, really bored. When I was at home in high school and later in college, I was popular and had dates all the time. When J-and I first met, he was fun and we went out and had fun. Then the babies came and his work got stricter and more confining, and I found myself stuck in a small three-room house with only babies to talk to and look at.
One day his boss, a Master Sergeant, dropped by to tell me that J-would be late again that night and to bring me some groceries that J-had bought and we needed. When he told me about my husband not going to be home again, I just sat down in a chair and began to cry. He patted me on the shoulder and then put his arms around me. That was when it began.
I had never been untrue to J-. Sex was good for us, and we did it often, and about all the ways it could be done. When the man put his hand on my shoulder, suddenly I wanted a man. I felt my cunt getting moist and when he put his arm about me, he brushed my breast and my nipples arose and tingled. Suddenly he kissed my neck and then my ear and he was then kneeling before me, his hands caressing my breasts and reaching under my skirt.
Then I noticed the bulge in his pants and I was on fire. I leaned back in the chair and closed my eyes. He unbuttoned my blouse and pushed my bra up. My breasts were large. The nipples were hard and wanting. Then his lips were sucking my titties and I could not help put my hands about his head and pull his face deep into my breasts. He caressed and sucked and I began to squirm in the chair. One of his hands was at my pussy, and he pulled the strap of my panties aside and began to finger me. In a moment he was running his fingers in and out, and I was hunching on the chair.
And I got it, oh, how I got it. I will never forget how that man could fuck. I opened my eyes as he tugged at my panties and I raised my hips and let him strip them from me. Then he pushed my legs apart and pulled me forward until my sex was at the edge of the chair. I watched with shortening breath as he unzipped his pants and reached in. I gasped as he pulled his penis out. Ohhe was big. Or at least he looked big! He was dripping with excitement, the point dark red and pulsing with desire. He arranged his clothes so all of his cock and balls were exposed. His huge hairy sac dangled and swung as he pushed closer to me.
I swung my legs up and put them over his shoulders. He held his prick in his fist and guided the heated knob between the quivering lips of my cunt. Then he thrust deeply into me. God, how wonderful it felt! Then he began to ride it, his hips thrusting and retreating, the long shank of his prick getting slick and shiny as it moved in and out of my cunt. I was almost fainting with ecstasy! He slowed his thrusts and made long, slow strokes and I felt his penis swelling and hardening. Then he groaned and shoved it all the way in until I could feel the hair of his balls tickling my labia. I wrapped my legs about his waist. I felt him come, the sudden wonderful moment when a woman feels the gush of life washing out her womb, and she feels a million seeds of man spurt into her body, deep and hot and wet. I came again, gasping and crying and quivering.
This was the first time with a strange man and I know now that it was wrong. It would have not been so bad had it been the only time and I had buried it deeply in my heart and never divulged it. But stolen sweets seem sweeter and I had to seek them again.
I know it was wrong. I knew it then. But left for the field, and he was to be gone for four weeks. Three went by.
One afternoon I walked to the PX. I needed some small supplies for the children. A neighboring woman friend was looking after the children.
On the way back from the PX a car passed me, stopped and then backed up. There was only the driver in the car. He was young and handsome and his smile was bright and I liked his face.
"Wanna lift?" he asked me. I hesitated momentarily, then I accepted his offer. He introduced himself and I introduced myself and soon we were chatting like old friends. I was wearing a rather short skirt, but not extremely so, for most military PXs won't let women in with mini skirts. But mine had ridden up on my thighs and I let it stay.
When we came to the house we sat and chatted a moment and then he asked if he might visit that evening. I told him no, he could not visit me and I shook hands with him, thanked him for the lift, and got out of the car. He waved and drove away.
During the evening I had thought of the man who had given me the ride and I must confess, with some loneliness. I wanted companionship and during the time I was in the car with him, I had had a desire to fuck him. My loins warmed and I felt moist in my cunt just being that close to a male.
It must have been nine o'clock when a car drove up in front and parked, and a man got out and came toward the house. I knew who it was. I had told him not to come to the house, but he was answering the basic call of sex which he heard. I met him at the door.
"You should not have come," I whispered, but I opened the screen and let him into the house.
"You don't really mind, do you?'' he murmured softly. I was weak in the knees. I had him sit at the kitchen table and I poured some coffee. In a short time his foot was touching mine.
His eyes were on my body and suddenly I decided there was no use fighting it any longer. I wanted a big prick stuck into me and it was right there.
His eyes widened slightly as I leaned back and unbuttoned my blouse. I was wearing a bra and it was filled to overflowing with my big breasts. As I felt his eyes upon me, my titties tingled and my nipples quivered and arose.
"You are giving me a message," he said and smiled.
"Do I have to spell it out for you?"
He shook his head slowly. "No Ma'am," he chuckled. "I get the message loud and clear." He twisted away from the table and patted his legs. "Come here and we will get better acquainted." I slid into his lap. Immediately his hands went to my back and unsnapped my bra. My breasts sprang outward. I slid the blouse off my arms and then the bra, and sat back, lifting my bosom and thrusting them upward toward him. The nipples were hard and erect, and slowly becoming swollen with passion.
He gazed at them for a moment and then caressed them. His lips came down and I palmed a tit and lifted it to him. He closed his lips about it and sucked the nipple. I groaned, my buttocks squirming in his lap. Slowly I felt the hardening and growing of his rod and knew that in a few minutes I would feel the wonderful bulk of his penis diving into my body. He kissed my nipples and then began to caress my legs and up under my skirt.
"Come on," I said, "let's get comfortable." I led him into our bedroom, and closed the door behind us. I went through and checked on the children. They were snoring. When I arrived back in the master bedroom, he was stripped.
I do believe he had the biggest cock I had ever seen. It was long and thick, and the head looked like a huge, red beet. He was so excited that a lit tie stream of his lubrication streamed down from his knob. Suddenly I realized that I had found a man who was as excited about fucking as I was.
In a moment I was stripped. I knelt before him and caressed that wonderful rod of his. I kissed it gently on the head and then I pulled him to the bed and fell backward upon it. I swung my legs up and wide, and rolled back, leaving my pussy wide open to his gaze. He moved forward. I took hold of him again and tugged him closer. He lowered himself between my separated thighs. I felt the hard knob of his cock moving up my thighs. Then the blunt point was in my hand and being introduced between my cunt-lips. I rucked it home neatly and snugly, and then released my hold upon him. There was a slight moist sound and then that big shaft slid inside my vagina and delved to the utmost depth. I have never felt a prick slide so far, spread me so much, and thrill me so completely as did that one. He held onto my shoulders and began to ride me. He rammed it home and began hunching like a rabbit. My own passion was in complete fire, and I wrapped my arms and legs about him and met him thrust for thrust.
It was wonderful. It had been so long since I had been screwed. The thick shaft of his moved in and out, giving my clit plenty of exercise. My vaginal tissues were being rubbed and caressed.
I knew that he would not last too long, but I was surprised to feel him beginning to swell within me. Suddenly he gave a little whimper and I felt the wet explosion of his sperm within me. I had been having a series of tiny climaxes, but as I felt the wet wash of his warm semen, I exploded myself and clung to him like a leech, crying out and shuddering.
Then I was surprised. My experience with men had been that they immediately withdrew upon climax and left as soon as possible. I expected this, and that was why I clung to him so tightly, savoring the tiniest quiver of my sex parts, before he finally pushed up from me and withdrew his thick, wet dong from my clinging sheath.
But he fooled me. He stayed in. He relaxed and began to kiss me and to murmur to me, telling me what a fine lover I was and that if I would just wait a minute or two, he would repay me by fucking me again. I just lay in his arms and in a little while that big thing began to grow in me. It was the strangest and the most wonderful feeling. I felt it quiver and then move and then swell and grow and in a moment I had me a hard, long, thick penis moving slowly and gently in and out of my wet, grateful vagina again. This time there was no hurry. My passion grew slowly. Our hips rose and fell. Then I came again and again, feeling the deep splash of his sperm spurting into my vagina.
Shirley Jones told the social worker assigned to her case by the chaplain that she would keep the sergeant locked between her thighs until the very last minute before J-came in from the field. That added to the thrill needed to overcome her boredom. Once she waited one minute too long.
The social worker reports to J-that Shirley is doing fine. But the Army changed his duty hours anyway.
CASE HISTORY NO. 2-Naked Curiosity
"Sally Brown" is thirty-five. She's been there and back, in a small way. Her height is four-feet, ten inches. She weighs eighty pounds. She is well built with a thirty-four inch bust, a tiny waist and a pretty face. She was married when she was eighteen years old and for five years stayed true. Assigned to Germany she and H-lived in a housing area near Frankfurt-am-Main. Her husband was an aide to a colonel and was away much of the time.
H-left me hung up. We had had intercourse the night before he left. But he was tired and worried about the trip and it was a "bam, bam, thank-you-man" type of a fucking, if you get what I mean. I lay awake half the night and finally fingered myself to a slight climax. Then he was gone for three weeks.
One evening a few weeks before H-left on his trip, we were lying in bed after a poor fuck, and I was trying to arouse him again. He mentioned that he wished he had the size and staying power of-let's call him Charlie-that he would be able to get his cock up again. I mentioned that he must be very large. He told me the man was supposed to have ten inches, and it was so big around that only a big woman could actually take him into her cunt.
I thought of such a man. H-was normal. By that I mean his prick was six inches long and thick enough to please me by rubbing the sides of my pussy as we fucked. He still ejaculated with heavy spurts which always sent me into ecstasy with its thrilling warmth and gushing. But the thought of a man so huge that a woman had to practice and condition her body to receive him-this was intriguing.
Before I married H-I had done my share of fucking. My first boy was when I was twelve. He was twelve, too, and his penis was small. We kept fucking. It was a steady thing for over a year and then his older brother caught us and felt entitled to me, as payment to keep quiet. His cock was, I think, abnormal and it hurt. But I grew to enjoy him. I was dumb enough to let him come in me and I lived for the thrilling moment when he stiffened and shuddered in my arms and then the hot, wet gush of his come flushed into me. Later I learned how foolish I had been and knew that I had been lucky not to get pregnant. Several boys had fucked me bare during those years and nothing came of it. So I was really lucky.
Looking back, I realize now that these kids had not been overly large in the penis department, except for that one stud, or I could not have received them so readily. I know now that the brother of the twelve-year-old was about the size of my husband. Several times I jacked boys off when I was sick, and I enjoyed the sight of their stiffened dong thrusting up out of their pants, red and skinned back, and then swollen and jerking as I pumped the white stream of their semen into a handkerchief or onto a towel. Once or twice one talked me into sucking, but I didn't care for that much and I always removed my mouth as I felt him began to jerk, then I directed his spurts of creamy sperm onto the floor or into a hanky.
So I was no innocent. I had seen many peckers, but none so huge as my husband told me about. And-the soldier lived just two houses from us, down the street. I began to think of Charlie and wondered how I might manage to get a sight of that wonderful machine he must have cuddled between his thighs.
It happened quite easily. His wife went to the hospital for a D and C, and he asked me to babysit their little girl. The first evening he came and got her and the next evening I asked him to come back for supper and to bring the baby. When he arrived, he was alone. The baby was asleep.
All the time I was sitting across the table from him I was thinking of his penis. There, three feet from me, was supposed to be the largest male sex organ in this part of the world. It lay quiet and warm in his pants, tucked between his hairy balls, riding sweetly upon the heavy pouch of his manseeds. I got wet between my legs.
After the meal I poured us a glass of wine and we went into the sitting room. He sat upon the sofa and stretched his legs out before him. Immediately I was on fire. For the huge bulge of his maleness lifted his pants and I knew that what my husband had said must be true.
We got off onto the subject of his wife. "She gets pregnant every time I touch her," he grumbled.
"That's too bad," I said. "I have never been pregnant. There is something wrong there that won't let me fertilize."
"Maybe it is H-," he said seriously.
"No," I blurted, "I had had men before him and some of them came in me and I never-" then I realized what I had blurted out. I hid my face, my cheeks burning.
He chuckled. "That kinda slipped out, didn't it?"
He moved his legs apart and I saw that our conversation had aroused him, for his pants were beginning to tent.
He began to talk about how good it was for him and his wife and they enjoyed it nearly every night. The more he talked, the more his pants shoved out and the hotter I became.
"If you don't stop talking about sex, and me with my husband gone," I told him, "I'm either going to make you leave, or come over there and take that big thing of yours out and see just how big you really are!" He grinned, then he slowly unzipped his pants. He pulled the pants open and his jockey shorts bulged out.
"Let me do the rest," I whispered. I went to the sofa and knelt down beside him. I reached into his shorts and took hold of his rod and worked it free of his underwear. I could hardly believe it. It was thick so that my fingers barely touched around it. It was long. Later I was to measure it and find, that his penis was nine and three-quarter inches long. The knob was free of the foreskin, because it had been circumcised. The blunt end was as large as a normal-sized apple, and shaped like a beefheart, with the hole in the end already seeping with his excitement.
As I felt it and moved it in my fist, I knew that I would never be able to take it normally. I'm small, and besides, having taken a small penis for so many years, my parts have shaped themselves to its smallness. So I shook my head and he raised his eyebrows at me.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"I can't take that big thing in me."
He laughed. "Oh yes you can," he said. "I'll show you how. Do you want it?" He teased me with it. I stripped off my pants. I raised my skirt and laid back on the sofa, raising my knees and moving my butt forward, until my hairy cunt stared him in the face. He sat looking at me, his eyes gleaming, and holding his throbbing prick in his fist.
"Okay, show me and be easy. I have never taken one that big and it has been years since I've had one in me longer than six inches."
"I won't hurt you," he said. He lowered himself, guiding the blunt point of his instrument to the wet portals of my sex. I reached down and spread the lips of my cunt as widely as I could. I felt the knob shove up against the tissues. I was slick and wet. I wanted that big thing shoved all the way up to my navel. He tried the best he could, but it would not go in beyond the flared rim of the big head. He twisted his hips in a screwing motion. Once he lifted his buttocks and drove down into me with all his might. I threw back my head and screamed with pain at the torture of his act.
Then nature took over. Suddenly he grunted and pressed into me as far as he could, which was just slightly more than the head. Then he held there and gasped and shuddered, and I felt the hot gush of his semen. It spurted into me and his penis being so shallowly inserted, I felt it race out and down my thighs.
We cleaned off with a wet towel. Then we sat and drank coffee again. In a few minutes he left. I should have felt some remorse, but I did not. I had satisfied my mind about the size of the man and knew that, with practice and gentleness, I could take his penis.
This was the only time, according to "Sally" that she ever had sexual intercourse with such a big man only to compare size. She found that fucking was fucking, she said, and evidently H let it go at that. They're still in Germany.
CASE HISTORY NO. 3-Naked Envy
K-a small-penised noncom had fantasy dreams of owning a large cock and thrilling all the women in the world with it. "P-really had a big one, and so I wondered how his wife would perform on my little one," was the reason he gave for his escapade.
We were friends for several months before it happened. P-and I belonged to the same Club. We showered together and it was here that I caught infrequent glimpses of a very large penis, compared to my own six inches. I am aware that six inches is considered average but I needed some excuse, I guess, for not getting all the pussy other guys claimed they got.
P-invited me over for a Sunday afternoon swim in their pool. My wife and the kids had gone to visit her parents. P-'s wife, E-, was at home, however, and soon we were all sprawled out on the side of his nice pool.
"Honey, K-here is wondering how you are made," and he reached over and patted her lower belly. I was aware that my own penis was slowly erecting under my trunks.
"Why not let's all strip naked," she suggested. She lowered the bra part of her suit. Her breasts were full, and the nipples were big and strutting.
P-laughed, then stripped down his trunks. The trunks slipped down past the hair and then the thick stem of his rod appeared. He stripped the rest of the trunks off rapidly and the movement made his hardening penis spring out and upward. It was a good eight inches, and thick. The head was dark red and neatly stripped of the foreskin.
I dropped my trunks. My six inches was rampant, curving up and out, skinned cleanly back. And it throbbed and jerked with excitement. Emurmured and then I was aware that she had moved over close to me. Her hand reached out and made a fist about my dick, and she began to jack me slowly and sweetly.
Then she pushed me back to the rim of the pool and motioned me to get into the water. Placing her arms about my neck, she lifted and spread herself. I guided my penis into her vagina. There, with her husband watching, his hand moving slowly and gently up and down his penis, I fucked her. She began to contract her vagina, and she squeezed my cock. She was gasping now, her head thrown back and her hips bucking against me. I thrust my prick deeply into her cunt. Then she grunted and wrapped her legs about my waist. I felt the throb of her crisis and then I groaned and shot the liquid gush of my semen deep into her body.
Minutes later we were on the rim again. P-invited me to examine him. I did so, handling him carefully with my fingers. His wife lay and rested, watching us with lazy eyes. She said suddenly that my handling him was the sexiest thing she had seen in ages. He had grown extremely hard and arose above the level of his stomach in a magnificent arch. Excited by having watched me screw his wife and then by my handling him and looking so intently at him, caressing his balls in the hairy, wrinkled sac and covering and uncovering the knob with the loose foreskin, all this had made him stiff and hard, and a small dribble of lubrication escaped from the tiny pee-hole at the apex of his dong.
"Jack him," his wife whispered. He nodded and laid back, relaxing. His hand reached down and handled my prick for a moment, making it throb and jerk with passion. Then, taking his penis in my hand, I gave him a slow, long drawn out hand job. When finally he arched and came, the spurts of his semen leaped far from his body the first two or three throbs and then flowed hot and sticky over my hands and fingers. I looked over at E and saw that she had just finished fingering herself to a crisis, her body jerking and her hand buried in the fork of her thighs. So carried away with the moment, I reached down and gave myself three solid jerks and my own come flew from me in joyful gusts.
Since P-'s family is away open and these Sunday afternoon excursions haven't seemed to affect morale, no action was taken against the trio. The report from "neighbors" was filed as a crank complaint, because the one thing that the Army believes in is if something works, don't change it. In the Navy they say don't rock the boat.
CASE HISTORY NO. 4-Naked Seduction
There is nothing that will make an Army wife's heart race faster, or her body turn on quicker than a handsome man touching her body lightly during a slow dance and whispering of her loveliness in her ear. That was T-'s belief.
I had been married to T-for two and a half years. We were good for each other, T-and I, and I thought that our sex life was almost perfect. His sexual demands had no real pattern. And I was happy with our arrangement. So far I had not gotten pregnant, but it was not because I had been on the pill-I hadn't. We had just not hit home base yet.
There was the Noncommissioned Officer's Spring Dance at the NCO club. T-was an E-6, and a very handsome fellow. We went to all the dances. He was good and the women loved to dance with him. So I sometimes sat out a few rounds and rested, while he swung with the wives of some friends.
On this particular night we were at the dance and T-was dancing with the wife of a new sergeant in our outfit. He was tall and dark and rather crudely handsome. He came on strong among us women. He danced with several of the wives and then happened to see me sitting one out, drinking a beer.
"Hi there," he introduced himself and sat down beside me. He began talking about how he was so sorry his wife could not come to it. His hand reached out a couple of times and touched me on the arm and a thrill went through me.
He was saying things to me that were trite, but that women like to hear anyway. And then suddenly I realized that he was stroking me. We sat where the lights were rather dim and he reached out and cupped my breast and caressed it with a gentle squeeze. Then he dropped his hand and talked some more, his hand moving to my knee. I felt myself warming. This man was making me hotter than a firecracker. If there were no one there, I would lay back, remove my panties and spread myself open for him.
"Let's take a walk outside and get a breath of fresh air," he invited and I glanced around for T-. I saw him dancing and I knew that he would be busy for the next fifteen minutes or so.
He led me slowly from the floor, talking all the time. Outside he wasted no time.
He led me swiftly across a lawn and then into a parking lot. He found his car, and opening the back door, he pulled me in with him. I started to protest. But his mouth closed on mine and that was that. His hot, thick tongue invaded my lips. He licked me good on the lips and sucked my tongue. I was getting hotter all the time. Then he began to caress my legs and reach higher and higher. And his fingers found me. Big fingers invaded me by pulling aside the thin, center strap of my panties, already wet with my excitement. And he thrust his fingers up into me, moving them in and out.
I wanted to feel what I was going to get, so I unzipped his pants and took out his penis. I was disappointed momentarily, for he was not as big as T-. But he was an expert, he knew what to do to make up with his lack of size.
He stripped the panties from me and I swung a leg over the back of the front seat and raised the other toward the roof of the car. He pulled his prick out of his pants until even his balls were free and then he mounted me. Swiftly and accurately he penetrated and thrust as deeply as he could. I felt the heat and motion and then he began his work. In and out, rubbing the sides, reaching up and rolling the little clit, straight in, in sideways with a screwing motion. And he used them all on me, so that long before he came, I had climbed my own mountain three times. After my last time, my legs having clamped him, and my buttocks almost shoving him through the roof of the car, he said now it's my turn. He hunched fast and I felt the thick stem of his short prick swelling. The head thrust deep and I felt it hold there and then begin to jerk. He began to spurt and I felt the hot wash of his sperm. I came again, my body shuddering with the intensity of my passion. Then I relaxed and felt him sliding off me. I used his hankie and cleaned off his wet dick and wiped my cunt. We clambered out of the car and back to the hall. I glanced at my watch and could hardly believe it. In ten minutes he had made me come four times and he had spewed his hot come deep inside me.
I met this man twice more and each time he was masterful. We moved away later. But I have never forgotten him, his thrusts, the ease of his movements, the hot flood of his spend. He was the best I had ever had, and I am aware now that a large part of his magic was his seduction before the act-the touches, the voice, the words-a master at the art of seduction.
The psychologist who handled this interview said he could understand the initial intercourse on this basis. But one isn't usually "seduced" but once.
O. You had been with him twice before. How did you feel about going to bed with him a third time?
A. He had called and we set up the date. I was thrilled all the day before thinking of what was going to happen to me. I liked it.
Q. You mentioned his penis was not as large as that of T-'s. By large just what did you mean? Thickness, length, size of the head? Explain what you meant by the word 'large.'
A. Oh, let me see. His prick was not as long as Tom's. Tom is a full eight inches. He is circumcised well and always skinned back-that makes a peter look longer, too. He was as thick as T-, maybe a little thicker. And the big vein that runs along the underneath side was well defined. The coloring was light, lighter than T-. The head? Well, T-'s head is flat on the front, know what I mean? Some heads of pricks are pointed, some round like a ball, some flat, almost like a marshmallow. Well, this fellow's was well shaped, almost like an egg. The foreskin was always loose about the rim, until you put pressure on it to pull it down. Then the head skinned out neat. Is that what you mean?
Q. Did you ever use your mouth on him?
A. Once I leaned over and kissed it and sucked on the head just a little. I was trying to get him hard again. We had fucked and fucked and I bet him he could go one more time, but he was not so sure. So I jacked him and sucked the head, and he did get hard again.
Q. Did you always make love in a car seat?
A. No. The last time he took me to the apartment of a friend. There we fucked three times before we left the place. He had plenty of time and T-was in the field all day. There were no neighbors that knew us and it was safe there.
O. Did you, in your loving, resort to any other ways of making love?
A. What do you mean? You mean like the back door, or him eating me? p. Yes. Ways of loving physically. Positions taken, such as your being on top or sitting in his lap that kind of thing.
A. Oh yes. Once he got his head down between my legs and I thought I would go wild. He pushed his tongue up my cunt and his fingers up my ass at the same time and moved them both together.
O. What positions did you take when engaged in intercourse?
A. Mostly normal ones, I guess. He got on top of me most of the time. Once or twice I got on top and rode him, facing him, and pumped my behind up and down until he came. I sat on his lap a few times and we played. He would shove it up me and I would twist around on it and play with his balls and things like that. Sometimes I faced him when I sat on his lap, sometimes I faced away from him, with my butt against his belly. I liked that way, for I could control what was happening. But coming up from under like that, he didn't rub against my clit and it took me longer to pop. Q. Did you consider him a good lover? A. Very good.
Q. Was he the best you ever had? A. Well, I've been screwed plenty, but-yes, I guess I'd say he was the best I ever had, because he knew what to do with it.
The psychologist evidently wasn't giving much credence to the value of "seduction" in this case. He pursued his questions and watched her get excited fust talking about sex.
I think I started when I was about seven years old. At least I seem to remember it about then. A neighbor boy, about fourteen, taught me how to jack him off. I remember enjoying doing it. The feel of his prick in my hand was exciting to me. And I remember the white come spurting from the end of his dick. Of course, he wasn't really very big, being only fourteen, but I thought it was big. His prick would swell and harden before my very eyes and I would jerk him harder. Then he would groan and push his belly out, and his come would spurt out two or three feet from him. He would finger me and finally was able to get his fingers into me.
Q. Did he finally have sexual relations with you?
A. No. Something happened. He stopped coming over to play or he moved away-I can't remember. The next I remember is a teacher in school who would hold me on his lap as the other children played outside during recess. He would unbutton his pants and his penis would stand up like a stake. While I sat on his lap, I jacked him off and he talked to me about a lesson. I remember thinking that when he came, there was so much more of it than when the boy shot his wad. It seemed to pour out of the end of his big, thick penis. He would pull it back and skin the head down and hold a handkerchief under it and let the semen spurt out on the hankie. I was always a little disappointed when he told me then to go on out and play.
O. When did you finally actually have intercourse?
A. I was ten, I think. It was this same teacher. He would set me on his dick, pushing the head of it under my pants and against my pussy hole. One day I felt the head slip almost in. He came about then and filled my pants with his sticky load. I remember feeling sticky and messy the rest of the day. Anyway, one day, it slipped in further and the next further, and then finally he sat me there and took my pants off and told me to spread as wide as I could. So I did and there I sat, my butt bare as the day I was born, my legs spraddled out.
He took out his prick and rubbed some vaseline on it. Then he lowered me on it, and it slipped in easily and slid way up my vagina. Then he held me close to him and began hunching up into me. That was wonderful. I remember trying to act the same way, but there was not time for me to do much. My tightness made him come rather quickly. Suddenly he shuddered and squeezed me close and then I felt it gushing inside me, hot and thick and I thrilled and my bottom jerked automatically against the thick shaft of his prick. His come dribbled back down out of me, and he removed himself and then had to wipe us both with a rag he found in the desk drawer. O. Did this happen often?
A. About once or twice a month for that year and then he was moved away to another school. It was all right, though, for I had found another lover that thrilled me more by then.
Q. And who was this?
A. The son of the local Methodist preacher! Boy did he love it, and then said he had sinned. He said it every time he fucked me. But I noticed that he always came back for more.
The psychologist recommended therapy in his report, and noted later that the husband agreed. Who administered the therapy he doesn't say.
CASE HISTORY NO. 5-Naked Personnel
"Dolly Hurst" is an older woman, seduced on the job, while working in the personnel office on an Army Post.
I had applied for the job because my husband's salary was just not enough to keep us going. We had three kids and he was only an E-4. So I had to go to work.
I was forty-three years old when I was given this job in the personnel office. The Assistant Personnel Sergeant was a young fellow about twentyfour. He teased me a lot, and now and then he kissed the back of my neck and patted me on the behind.
Then he began to proposition me, and I played along with it as though he was teasing. But I knew, suddenly he was serious, for he got me into a corner one day, and when no one was looking, he shoved up against me and his cock was hard. His penis was big for I could feel it through the thick, starched material of his khakis.
Then one noon he invited me to eat with him in his office. I went in and found him alone. He closed the door and we sat and talked and ate. Suddenly I looked over at him and gasped. He had opened his pants and taken out his penis. It was nicely shaped and big enough to fill my vagina. Almost like in a dream, I found myself walking over and I pulled aside my pants and straddled his lap. In a moment he was pounding it up into me, pulling down upon my hips and groaning with his pleasure. And I was wiggling around on his thick dong and whimpering like a schoolgirl getting screwed for her first time. Then he shot and I did also; feeling the hot surge of his semen shooting deep into me. Then I let my hand slide down the wet limp shaft. I wrapped my fingers around his throbbing meat and I got it hard again, lowered my head. I darted out my tongue and licked the drippings from the slit of his cockhead. Then I kissed it and teased the underside of the head a few seconds.
"My sweet little boy," I said in a loving tone. "Loves to have his peter sucked."
We kissed. His stiff dick still protruded from his trousers. By the side of the lunchroom table I gave him a final kiss.
Then I pulled away from him. "Time to strip!" I cried playfully.
He undressed and lay naked and hard-cocked on the floor, waiting for me.
I was stripped down to my bra and pink panties now, and I wanted him to remove them. The bra first. My breasts sprang free-big and firm, nipples taut. Then my panties. I stood still a moment before walking slowly towards him.
He lowered his eyes to my cunt ... to the dark curled hairs on my mound. And I remembered the warm, vibrating feel of my cunt encasing his prick.
I lay atop him, deep-kissing him, my breasts pressed tight against his panting chest. He let his hands play with my ass. Then he smacked my buttocks and rolled over atop me.
"Do you want me to suck it?" I asked. "Do you want me to, my sweet little soldier boy?"
"Yes."
He straddled my legs, letting his hot meat rest along my belly.
I rocked slowly from side to side, moaning softly. My tits were rigid now. He bent to suck them until they were red and swollen.
Then he lifted himself further up on me. He slid his long cock into my waiting mouth. He gasped loudly. God, the terrific feel of it!
He rolled his hips slowly, as my warm lips caressed his burning cockmeat. My tongue traveled up and down the shaft, darting round it ... up and down from head to base as he slowly, gently, plunged his cock in and out of my mouth.
He stopped rolling his hips a moment, allowing me to hold his cock in my hand, to kiss the tip-end of the head, taste the oozing drippings and lick at his balls.
Then he whirled his body round, his head towards my legs, lifting himself up above me on his elbows.
"Oh yes!" I sighed, then took his cock back into her mouth.
He buried his face onto my cunt. He lifted his head and with his fingers opened the labia, dug his tongue inside. I continued to suck his dick.
He lay his face flat onto my cunt again, sucking at my clit. My hips rolled, my body writhing beneath him.
Then my lips left his cock-but only long enough for me to lift my head up and dart my tongue into his anus. The feel of his swollen cock in my mouth had told me that he was about to cum, and I wanted to keep him at his peak until I was ready too.
God ... what a sensation! His eager cock stayed hard and ready while my tongue twirled around inside his ass.
My vagina contracted. I gave a little squeal, and again I sucked up and down his cock.
I was swallowing all his cock down to the hilt. I could not get enough of his cock. His hips bobbed up and down.
Since "Dolly" wasn't military personnel, it was her husband, the E-4, and the Assistant Personnel Sergeant who had to have consultations with the Chaplain. When it really got down to what the sergeant was going to do about it, he arranged, through his personnel office for the husband to be an E-6.
It was worth more than two years of therapy.
CASE HISTORY NO. 6-Naked Rank
Mrs. C is a woman of about twenty-five. She has worked for five years as a secretary in the office of the Transportation Officer, on a large midwest post. Her sexual life began early about the age of ten when she was taught to masturbate by a girlfriend in her neighborhood. Then a boy was added to the circle. Mrs. C followed up her education in sex by letting the boy and an older brother use her body. The older boy mounted her and rubbed his erect penis along her slick lips until he came, spurting the white liquid of his semen upon her naked belly. This liaison continued until he was able to penetrate her vagina and have regular intercourse with her. At the age of twenty she married a man fifteen years older than her. She went to work in the Transportation Office.
It was a Saturday morning. When the head secretary came and asked me to come in Saturday and work, I was willing. My husband, Bill, had to work anyway. So I said I would come in and work.
When I arrived the next day, I was surprised to see that only the colonel and I were there. He greeted me cheerfully.
He motioned me to a seat and offered me a cup of coffee. While I was pouring it, I could feel his eyes crawling over me and suddenly I knew that a pass was coming.
He settled back in his chair and smiled at me. He was a very handsome, well built man, with clean features. "You're a very pretty woman," he told me. I murmured my thanks. I had worn my mini-skirt that morning and knew that his eyes were upon my legs.
"Do you ever have dates," he asked me.
"No," I said, "I'm married."
"Oh sure," he said, "I know your husband. Did you know that your husband's section comes under my supervision?" I didn't know that and told him so.
"I want you to remember that he can be promoted or not promoted, according to what I have to say about him in my efficiency reports." I was just waiting for his next move. I was surprised when it happened, for it was so mild, to begin with.
He told me to come to the chair beside him and take dictation for a letter. I moved over and took the chair. He turned toward me and leaned back. I poised my pencil over my pad and glanced up-and gasped. He was sitting there, holding his big, bare throbbing prick in his fist and slowly, moving his hand up and down the stem.
His eyes were fastened on my legs. He reached over and took my hand and placed it around his penis. It was big, thick and long and the head was purple with his erection. A little seepage of lubrication ran down the side of the shaft and met my hand. I began to masturbate him. I did not feel too badly about doing this. I had done it for a lot of men and boys. I moved my fist up and down and began to get a little hot myself. He moved closer to me and ran his hand up my leg. I decided to let him finger me. As I jacked him off, he fingered my clit and moved in and out of my pussy and it all felt very good. Then I felt a climax building in my loins.
He was breathing very heavily and his penis was throbbing in my fist. I gave it two or three heavy, downward jerks. He groaned. Quickly I grabbed a tissue from his desk. I held it under the little peehole and just in time. He reared back and grunted, and his seed sprang from him onto the paper, gushing hotly. At the same time his fingering me brought me to a mild climax and I shuddered against his fingers, and he knew that he had made me come.
I held his penis until all of his semen was emptied from him, stripping down the slowly softening organ and squeezing the last of his come out of his penis. Then I cleaned him off with fresh tissues and arose to leave the room, to find the bathroom.
But he motioned for me to stop. "You did me," he said softly, "now let me take care of you." So I sat on the side of the desk and pushed my pussy out at him. He moved my panties aside and gently used tissues on me, getting the slime and wet of my cunt. "Maybe one day I will be able to wipe my own come away from there," he said.
"Don't count on it," I told him. He grinned at me. "Remember," he said, "I write your husband's efficiency report." And then I knew that before long that big, thick penis of my boss was going to be moving in and out of me and there would be little I could do about it, without jeopardizing Bill's promotions and my job.
Actually there was something Mrs. C could have done. She could have told her husband and he could have taken the story to the Post Commander, or the Post Chaplain. The Transportation Officer was leaving himself wide open for reprimand and he was banking on the fear and ignorance of the woman not to let the story get out. If Mrs. C had approached any of those mentioned above, she need never have experienced that which she experienced.
The next Friday afternoon the head secretary asked me again if I would work Saturday. I nodded that I would. I knew what was going to happen. I was numb. Not that I was afraid of the colonel. I was not. And I knew from what I had experienced the week before, that he was not so big that he would hurt me.
When he motioned me to the chair again and smiled and said take a letter, Mrs. C, I knew what was going to happen.
He had me pull my chair closer to him again. He exposed himself. Then he played with himself until he had a tremendous hard-on. The shaft jerked and throbbed with his passion. I became warm and felt myself getting wet between the legs.
He asked me to come to him and I did. He reached under my light sweater, caressing my breasts. I had worn no bra, knowing that the less clothing I wore, the quicker the ordeal would be over. His fingers were gentle on my titties, the nipples growing large under his caresses. He pushed my sweater up over them then he pressed his face between them. He began to suck the nipples. I could feel the heat of his body against my lower parts. Suddenly I wanted him as much as he wanted me. His mouth was wet and drawing upon my breasts, taking most of the meat between his lips and sucking hard. I was trembling. My hand was eager when I reached down and cupped the huge head of his prick in my palm and rolled it about, smearing the sticky liquid all over its surface. He murmured his appreciation, then sucked all the harder on the nipple he had in his mouth. He drifted one hand down my side and then up under my skirt. In a moment my brief panties drifted to the floor and I spread my thighs to his delving fingers. He parted the large outer lips, pushing his fingers in and then his thumb found the point of my clitoris. He rolled it back and forth, making it grow hard and rigid. I began to hunch my hips slightly, my wetness making his fingers produce a liquid sound as he fingered me.
He turned me and arose, pressing my body against him. One of my hands still curled about his manhood, feeling it quiver and jerk as his intense excitement began to build. He kissed me deeply. Then he turned me and pushed me forward across the desk. I lay across it, on my elbows, and spread my thighs. My buttocks pressed back toward him, full and quivering with the knowledge of what was going to happen. He stepped back and then took command.
He folded my skirt up above my waist and palmed my butt cheeks. His hands were gentle and I knew his eyes were taking in the sight of my pussy and ass. It made me hot to realize that he was devouring me with his eyes, seeing my cheeks, spreading them and seeing the pouting lips of my cunt below and waiting, and the red, throbbing shape of my clit jerking in excitement. I wiggled my hips and he fingered my anus. Then he bent down and kissed me, his tongue touching my anus and rimming it.
He raised himself and moved in close to me, spreading my legs widely, and inserting his body between them. I felt the blunt wandering of his rod and then the hot, slick head snaked down my thighs and lodged against my anus. I tightened. I had done it a few times, but it always hurt. Then he guided the large knob lower and it touched my vulva. His cock popped into me, lodging inside my portal and resting there. I could feel the exciting bulk, the blunt protrusion of the head, and the quiver of his thighs against me as he paused to savor the momentary ecstasy that comes to a man-that first moment of entry into the body of a woman; the moist surrounding, the tightening of soft, silken tissues, the feeling of her readying herself to receive the thick pumping of the man's swollen penis.
He paused. His body shook. I knew that he was enjoying fucking me. Then he settled himself firmly, and seizing me above the hipbones, to hold me steady, he thrust. The huge cock engine slid down into me until I thought it would never stop!
He began his thrusting, his long, hard penis driving deeply and rubbing the walls of my vagina as it did so. Gripping the edges of the desk, I began to rotate my buttocks, driving them back into him. He socked the slick, hot rod into my body. He drove into me so far I could feel the heavy weight of his balls swing in and slap against my inner thighs. The squishy, liquid sounds of our fucking filled the room. He pumped slowly at first, extending every inch into me carefully and then withdrawing until only the huge, throbbing head of his dick remained grasped between the squeezing lips of my slick cunt. Then he would ease it in again until I could feel the stiff hairs of his belly tickling my butt. But these long, slow, sweet strokes did not last long. They picked up momentum, and soon he was driving into me hard. His hips flexed, driving his penis in and out in an even tempo until he was near his climax. Then he began to groan in his passion. I was nearing my peak. His hands gripped me, his hips driving his thick shaft deeply into me with quick, fully executed strokes. I felt it begin to stiffen into that bone-hard attitude the male prick takes just before orgasm. Then he groaned and held his cock hard in there. He shuddered again and again, as his legs trembled. He rose on his toes in the excruciating joy of his exploding climax. He came into me with a deep gasp, and I felt the hot spurt it his semen. It washed into me in a molten load c deliciously warm, thick gism. I came too, my body quivering and shaking in the wonderful explosion. My tissues tensed and then shuddered again and again as my cunt squeezed and tugged at his pumping, jerking penis.
He collapsed over me, his dong still buried in my slit. It was beginning to soften and then it slipped from me with a thick, wet plop of sound. I groaned out my last orgasm and then wilted under his weight.
We fucked at least a dozen times. Then I could not face Bill and keep on meeting the colonel. So I told him that it was over. He insisted that he could hurt Bill and me and I told him to go ahead. I'd take him to court if he tried to, that I did not believe he had the guts to bring it all out into the open.
So you see the Army is no different then a civilian boss who chases his secretary around the desk, and winds up taking her to motels. Power is power. Only in the Army there is a little more of it.
CASE HISTORY NO. 7 Naked Wives of Naked Rank
Around every military post there are frustrated wives of commanding officers who see the young, virile bodies of their husband's subordinate officers, and desire to know them intimately.
The wife of Colonel X, is lonely, reaching toward her middle forties. The Colonel would rather be in the field with the troops than at home fucking his wife, whose body was once the object of his need. Once or twice a month he goes to her bed and after a quick, dutiful sexual bout, he retires to his room to read a volume on the tactical maneuvering of the Sherman tank in World War II.
His wife sought the strong, sexual advantage in the arms of her husband's youthful assistant-a captain. She needed fucking and he needed to get a promotion. The young Captain H accepted her invitation to fuck.
I knew that Captain H was ambitious to get ahead in the Army. He had his eyes full of stars and he would be willing to hush up anything that might jeopardize his chance of advancement.
When I gave the invitation to the captain at the Officer's Ball, he dutifully came up and requested a dance. My husband was at the other side of the dance floor discussing the latest rocket launchers. Captain H moved me out upon the dance floor.
When we got into the movement of the dance, and I pressed close to him, I realized that he was excited. My breasts are large and full, and I was wearing no bra, so I pushed up against him and I know he felt them, for he reacted instantly. I felt the bulging of his sex along his thigh. I maneuvered around so that my thigh brushed against the elongated bulge and I felt it harden. We danced into a shadow and reaching down, I gathered his clothed prick into my hand and pushed and tugged until his hardened shape, instead of crowding and bulging in his shorts, now stretched upward along the fly, and reached toward his navel.
He walked me out upon a small porch and seeing no one around, I melted into his arms and we kissed long and ardently, our tongues tangling and our hands exploring and caressing each other.
He immediately found my breasts. He managed to move a side zipper down and then he was in possession of first one and then the other.
Finally, having unzipped him and reaching inside, caressed the hot, silky steel shape of his penis and having moved the loose skin up and back until he seized my wrist and forced me to stop, I decided it was time to return to the dance floor.
We arranged for him to come to my quarters on the first day the colonel was away from the post. I led him into the little breakfast nook and seated him at the table. Already I could see the knot growing at his crotch and knew that he was hot for me. I shivered as I thought of what I was going to receive from him in a few minutes.
I reached down and caressed his bulge, and then with trembling fingers, I ran the zipper down and reached in. The bunched genitals filled my hand. I found the slit in his shorts and squirmed my fingers in. He breathed deeply and spread his thighs and then I had it in my fist! I tugged the shorts down and brought him into the light of day, thick and long, the vermillion-purplish colored knob skinned back and dripping with a clear liquid which showed how stirred up he was.
While he finished his coffee, I stroked him gently, running my fist up and down the thick, hardened shaft of his penis, skinning the head cleanly and then moving my fist down again. One of his hands was feeling me between the legs and, when he found that I was naked under the skirt, I thought he would flip. He shoved the coffee aside and turned and took me in his arms. One of his hands was working between my thighs and his fingers found my slit, spread the lips and moved into the slickened cove. I spread my legs for him and his hand began to work on me, giving me a delicious fingering.
We stood up and I was going to take him into the guest room just off the den. But he was too anxious. He pushed me against the table, moving the coffee things and pressed me back. He worked my skirt up and then lifted me onto the edge of the table. I lay back, and lifted my hips, spreading my legs and letting my knees fall aside. All of my hairy womanhood, with the pulsing, red slit, was open to him. I wiggled the muscles of my cunt and I thought he was going to come right there. Holding his prick in his fist, the huge head protruding, he fitted it into my cunt. It slid in easily and he paused, leaning over to kiss me and to caress my breasts as he did so. Then, still holding one of my nipples in his mouth, he shoved it to me.
I gasped as the thick, hot rod slid deeply into me. Then I wrapped my legs about his waist, and holding onto his shoulders, I gave myself over to his loving. His hips moved in and out, flexing and driving. The long dick sank all the way into me and out again, the movements causing a wet, slurping sound in the room. My tissues squeezed and tugged at him as he sank to the hilt, and I could feel him tremble as the head reached the extent of my vagina and I milked at it. He had let his pants drop and his shorts with them, and his bare body met mine. His heavy balls bounced inward with every thrust, to strike against my lower buttocks.
He snorted and breathed deeply with his mounting pleasure. He began to make the strokes slower and longer, driving deeply, and pulling out more slowly. I trembled on the brink of a climax. From that moment on I experienced tiny explosions. He was trembling with the efforts to restrain himself. But I knew that he could not last many more moments. I could feel his cock swelling for that final hardening, swelling until it is at its fullest capacity, the head quivering and quaking deep within the vagina. Then the moment arrived!
I threw back my head and screamed, jerking out the explosion of joy that raced through my body again and again. He grunted and arose upon his toes. He held it there. I felt it pump. It pumped and quaked and jerked and the hot gush of his strong semen spurted into me with a surge. His penis continued to pump, and I have never felt so much come emptied into me before. I thought he would never cease ejaculating. But finally the flow stopped and he relaxed, leaning over me with his still half-hard penis deep inside me, soaking in the warmth of his spend. His lips were soft and wet and warm and we kissed for long moments. Still within me, I felt him beginning to harden. It jerked and moved, lengthened and swelled and in a few moments I thrilled as I felt his shaft fully as strong and as thick and hard as it had been when he first shoved it so deeply inside me.
I pushed him away. I wanted him again and again, but not here. I took a towel and wiped his wet dick and myself. Then I stripped off the rest of my clothes and posed for him. He had undressed, also, and he stood admiring my figure, his hardening prick swinging out from his body, strong and thick and long. I tensed and turned, spread my thighs and pushed my pussy out to him. He soon was hardened completely, the club-like penis standing in a gentle curve from the forest of his pubic hair. It throbbed and jerked and the head gleamed with moisture. I knew he was ready for me again and taking him by his prong, I led him to the guest room where the bed awaited us, already turned back.
Turnabout is fair play. Here is the captains story.
I had been married about three years. The affair with Mrs. X-was for two reasons. One, I was fearful that she would cause me trouble if I did not comply and two, it is difficult for me to turn down an offer from a woman when it is so blatantly made. When we finally got together, I found that Mrs. X-was most knowledgeable on the matters of sex.
O. What do you mean by that statement?
A. She knew more ways to make a man shoot his wad than anyone I've ever had sex with.
Q. How do you mean?
A. She knew all the normal things, the positions, under, over, seated on my lap, on top of me with me lying down, on a table, standing, bending over a chair, you name it, she knew it.
O. Were there variations in sexual completions?
A. Was there! She sucked and blew me the first time I was there, after we had balled together once. I almost went through the roof. She took it in her asshole, between the tits and wherever it could be taken. She loved it in her mouth. p. How many times would you say you averaged ejaculating each time you were with her?
A. Never less than twice and as many as four times. p. Tell us about a typical afternoon, or evening, after you had been meeting her for some time. One afternoon I picked her up and we drove out to a house of a friend of theirs. It had a secluded pool in the back. She had brought her suit and we were going to swim. She was a woman with not large breasts, but full and firm, with large nipples, dark in color and which stood up an inch from the body of the tit when she was excited. She loved me to suck her nipples and once proved to me that she could come just by having her nipples sucked and breasts caressed.
We stripped off together and kissed and caressed. I was hard immediately. She dropped to her knees and kissed my belly and then taking my prick in her hand, she made a fist about it, just back of the head, and began licking the head. Then she opened her lips widely and inserted just the head completely into her mouth. She licked and sucked until I came. I grunted and pulled her head against me and she slipped her fist further down the shaft of my penis and let more of it slide into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed with her suctioning, and then I held her head steady from its bobbing, and came, spurting the first ejaculation of the afternoon deep into her throat. She swallowed my semen and continued to lick and suck until I was drained. Then she let my penis drop from her lips and taking a handful of tissues, she cleaned me and wiped her mouth.
A little later we went into the water. In a little while we were fooling around in the water and I was hard again. I pushed her against the side of the pool and spread her thighs. She let her body float up and spread her legs, so I was right there between them. I positioned it and shoved. My cock slid in as deeply as it could go. She wrapped her legs about my waist and I thrust it all the way in and sprayed her with my spend.
I was pretty weak by now. So we rested and ate a lunch she had fixed and brought for us. We lay there, nude in the sun, and made small talk. In about an hour she was ready to go again. I felt something tickling me. I got hard immediately as it was about my genitals. When I opened my eyes, I found her teasing my penis with jsl leaf. She rubbed it lightly over my stem and down over my balls and back again, and I was in a huge, towering erected state, my knob skinned back and gleaming and ready for her.
Seeing me awake and grinning at me, she mounted me. She slipped forward until I gazed right into the hairy portals of her cunt. I knew that Mrs. X liked this performance for she had intimated as much, but I had made it known that I would not do it for her. So, with it inches from my lips, I pulled her close to me and kissed the protruding little button of her clitoris and then pushed her away. She reluctantly moved back and her buttocks brushed against my penis. She knelt above my belly and raised her buttocks in the air. Reaching between us, she seized me in her fist and guided the head of my dick between the gaping, wet lips of her sex. Slowly and easily she sank down upon it and then began her up and down ride. She glided up as far as possible and then slid down the thick pole until the hairs of our bellies tangled together. She came several times, shuddering and crying out. Then I arched and held myself off the ground, my body singing with the ecstasy of the moment. My semen spurted again and again as my penis pumped my manhood deep into the hot, squeezing confines of her vagina.
We stayed there until sundown, having been there five hours, and I came five times during the afternoon. She doubled my score easily with her own climaxes. Listen, there was no problem.
CASE HISTORY NO. 8-Naked Power
How often have you read the unhappy story of a boss, attracted to a young wife of a subordinate, coming to the home intentionally and forcing the wife into sexual intercourse-threatening the loss of the husband's job?
It also happens in military communities. The following account is the case history of a woman who gave the First Sergeant of her husband's company, the services of her body sexually, not so much that her husband might be promoted, for that was not timely, but rather to keep him from being placed on all sorts of details and dirty jobs.
G-had talked recently about having to pull menial details about the company. He and the First Sergeant did not get along. They had known each other for years, at different posts. Both were E-7, but the First Sergeant was older and had more years of experience. So he was the First Sergeant or "top soldier" and my husband was next to him.
Rather kidding like he once said to me that I should be kind of nice to the First, so he would be nice to my husband. I thought how ridiculous it looked or would look for us to have intercourse. He was huge and fat and I was small boned and tiny.
Apparently the First Sergeant had been thinking of me, also. One day he appeared at our front door, grinning all over his fat face.
He began to hint that he had something to tell me that might affect my husband's work in the company. I was wearing a housecoat. My breasts are adequate for my size. I'm just five feet and weigh about ninety pounds. But my tits are about a 36 and that is plenty big for me. Anyway, we sat down, me on the sofa and he on a chair across from me. As I sat down, the hem of my housecoat flapped over and I suddenly realized that I had no bra or pants on under the garment. It was too late now. I realized, from the gleam in his eyes, that the Sergeant had noticed also that I was nude beneath my robe.
He started in talking about my husband and how fine a man he was and how long they had known each other. Then he got to the part where my husband was supposed to be goofing up in the company. I tried to argue with him here, but he would not tolerate and overrode my remarks and plowed right on with his complaints.
That was my mistake. Immediately it became hell for my husband. He lost weight and was working nights until midnight on stock room levels, and such. So I knew that I had underestimated the Sergeant. I called him and asked him to come by, I wanted to talk to him.
When he came again, I quietly told him that I would be nice to him if he would make sure my husband's work was eased and he was not harassed. He laughed his evil laugh and promised it would immediately be easier. He was sitting beside me on the sofa and he began caressing my breasts. I was in my robe again, nude under it. He brushed the garment aside and took both my titties in his hands and rolled and rubbed them, until the nipples became very hot and hard. Then he kissed and sucked them, pulling the entire point of my breast into his mouth. As much as I disliked him, the Sergeant knew how to make a woman wet her panties. My breaths were coming heavier and I put a hand down upon him. It was hard and bulging out of his pants already. He continued to suck my nipples and caress my breasts, but one of his hands parted my robe all the way and drifted down to my thighs. I spread my legs for him and immediately he began to caress me there, pushing his fat fingers deeply into my vagina.
That really set him going. He spread me further and scooted down and began to kiss my belly as he fingered me and then he pulled me all the way out to the edge of the sofa and knelt between my legs, looking at my sex. I wiggled and moved so he could see me good. With his eyes still staring at me, he unzipped his pants and pushed them down and his underpants with them. His dong sprang out at me, arched from a brush of curly, dark hair. His thing was not so long, about six or seven inches, I'd guess. But, like him, it was thick and fat. The foreskin peeled back automatically and the head was cleared, dark red in color and pulsing with excitement. I never saw a man hung so heavily.
He moved into me on his knees, his knob brushing my lips. I shoved out to him and swung my legs up and around his waist. He shoved it into me, hitting the right channel the first try. My tissues spread to him and in the next moment my vagina was stretched to splitting with the thickness of his rod. He slammed it into me and began to move it in and out furiously, his hips pistoning and thrusting his thick, sausage-fat penis, deep into my body. I realized that he was near completion already and was disappointed. I wanted to get my nuts off, too, along with him.
But he grunted and held me with those fat hands, and slammed it into me all the faster. Then I knew that it was very close for him, for his penis began to stiffen within me. The knob quivered and he slowed his pace. He shoved it in slowly and deliberately three or four times and then, trembling, held it there, pushed all the way in. My vagina was stretched tight with the bulk of his penis. Then he drew in a deep, shuddering breath and shivered in my arms, and I felt his penis pumping. It jerked and leaped in me like a live snake, and the warm spurt of his semen washed deeply inside me again and again. By the time his come had drained out its last ounce, I was just beginning to quiver in anticipation of my own peak. But as soon as his flow ceased, he pushed me back and squatted away from me, his fat belly sagging obscenely, his penis half erect and wet and slick with my juices and his semen.
He asked for coffee when he came back from the bathroom and I got up and made us some. We talked about sex.
He asked me if I had come and I told him no. He looked disappointed and said he thought I had. I told him he had been too quick for me and he blushed and then looked angry. I moved around the table and sat on his lap and felt the softness and heat of his fat belly, but rearing up inside his pants I also felt the solid length of his erection poking into my buttocks. I reached down as we talked and caressed it through his pants, rubbing the head of it and making jacking movement with my fingers. He breathed deeply and reached for my cunt, moving my thighs apart. In a moment I had him out and skinned back, and was moving my fist on him and he was fingering me like crazy.
Suddenly I wanted it in me again. I was unsatisfied and the sight of that large, red, throbbing knob made me shiver. I pushed his hands away from me and swung around and straddled him, facing him so he could play with my buttocks and with my breasts. My breasts were swollen with desire, the tingling running through to my long nipples, which quivered and arose, an inch from the surface of my breast. He reached his head down and began to caress them again, his lips nibbling and sucking. I sighed and raised myself and guided him. The head eased in and then, as I pushed down, all of it slipped into me.
I began to ride him. Up and down, hunching and flexing my buttocks, moving on him, impaled to the hilt with his thick penis. It soon became slick and I moved quickly toward my climax, feeling it building in me. He breathed harshly, and his hands gripped the balls of my buttocks fiercely. He was heaving up and down under me and I could feel the stiffening of his penis.
Then I was there! I bounced on him and squealed with my pleasure. He tried to hold me down, but it was impossible. I bounced and shivered, hunched, squirmed and quivered and came again and again. At the same time, somewhere among my shivering moments of ecstasy, he came also, the thick gush of his sperm washing my insides again and again as his thick penis jerked and pumped into me his life's fluid.
The Sergeant in this case returned to the woman again and again. Her husband's lot became easier and there was more happiness in the household between herself and her husband. There were a few times when her husband teased her about her lack of 'fire,' when he had fucked her a few hours after she had had an exhausting bout with the First Sergeant.
Q. These other bouts, did they take in oral-genital relations?
A. Yes. He liked to eat me. He would lick and eat until I came, and then I was expected to do the same for him. That was not too bad, but he insisted that I keep it in my mouth while he was coming. That I just could not do.
Q. Were there other ways suggested which you do not like?
A. Yes.
O. Do you want to talk about them?
A. I-I really don't mind, too much. He wanted to go into my-back door, you know. I let him try, but his penis was too big and I couldn't relax. Anyway, he couldn't do it that way. He poked around so long once, trying, that he came in the crack of my-behind.
O. Would you like to tell us of any other episodes with the sergeant?
A. Once he brought a small projector and a film over with him. The film was one of those dirty ones made in Japan. Anyway, we played around and then stripped off naked and laid on the floor on cushions and watched the film. The film showed men and women doing all sorts of things, and also women with dogs. It got me real hot watching it, but disgusted, too. He had me get on all fours, while it was going on, and came into my vagina from behind. This was one of his favorite positions, even though he was not so long. And I liked it, for it gave me less trouble with the thickness of his prick. I could sprawl down on my belly when he got in me and he could root and grunt around over me all he wanted. Most of the time he did not make me come, unless I made him get hot and go at me again. Then I could come. Like now, watching the pictures, I was real hot. I panted and wanted a man, and with him poking in me and sliding in and out, I was able to reach my climax as he did.
Anyway, when a woman laid down and took a boxer into her, it almost made me flip. Seeing the big, bulky prick of the dog sliding in and out of the woman was very exciting. It was real exciting and I began to hunch my butt back up against his belly. He reached under and played with my clitoris. That made me get right there, and about that time I felt him tense and grunt, and then his sperm gushed inside me. But I was there and I came with him, shuddering and trembling.
Once I was sick and I just played with him, letting him sprawl on the sofa. This was one of the times I sucked his penis some. Not much, for the head was so big it was almost impossible to get it in my mouth. But I did for a little while and he loved it. Then I took it out and jacked him, doing it real slow, pulling his dick with long, slow strokes. He was very thick, the big vein underneath the stem very large. I like to see a man come, to watch his face and see the white stuff spurt out. So I played with him that way, being very tender, cuddling his balls with the other hand and rubbing his belly. Then the time came. I pulled it down all the way, skinning him back until the big head was tightened impossibly. He grunted and shuddered and then I felt it pumping. It feels so funny, to hold a man's penis when he is in the process of coming. You feel it jerk and then pump, and the white, sticky semen spurts from the little pee-hole at the end. The first load shoots way out and then the rest sort of spurts slower and slower and flows smaller and then is done. Immediately you feel the hard shaft get softer. It is exciting to watch. I caught him in a towel and then examined the sperm. I stripped him and cleaned him and he liked it so much he began to get hard again. I tried to bring him to climax once more, but once was enough that day. If he had been able to get it in me, he could have come again. He wanted to put it in my behind, but I would not let him.
CASE HISTORY NO. 9-Naked Incest
My husband was killed in the police action in Korea when my son, J-was in his first year of college. J-was a dutiful son, but after the summer was over, he went back to college to begin his second year. I was alone and lonely and it was almost impossible to bear.
Sexual relations with my husband had been good. Of late, oh, for three or four years, the frequency had been less and less, because he was home so little. I had always been a woman with strong sexual desires. My husband had kept me satisfied admirably for years. It was not unusual for us to have ten or more fucks a week when he was home.
J-had been back into his second year about three months when I began to relax and suddenly found myself awakening during the night, my body demanding sex. My hips would be moving, my cunt slick with my lubrications. I tried satisfying myself with my hand but this was too light and the eased tensions lasted only a short time and I would awaken desiring to fuck again. I had visions of a strong, young man approaching me, his penis out and rampant, the head big and shiny, dripping with his excitement. In my dreams, I would roll back and open my thighs and receive the thrust of his prick. Then I would awaken to find myself thrusting against my fingers.
J-came home for Thanksgiving holidays and that was when it first happened. J-had always been a loving child. I had bathed him until his erecting penis had embarrassed both of us. I was astounded at myself now and then, to find my nipples hardening and my pussy moistening, as John would sit and talk to me. His pants bulged neatly at the crotch and I could not help wondering how big he was and what his penis would look like swollen with desire.
We had a party Thanksgiving eve and several of his friends came to the house. One was a sexy girl he had known for a long time. She had rubbed about him and touched and kissed him, and I knew suddenly that the manhood of my son was congested with blood and was erect and hard under his pants. My nipples stretched and hardened, standing stiffly against the confining cloth of my bra. I squeezed my thighs together and thrilled again, as my sex lips rubbed and caressed moistly. I knew the crotch of my panties were soaked.
The party was over and we sat and talked a bit. I offered a bit of wine and he accepted. I saw the wine trembling in the glass from the tremors of his fingers.
Thirty minutes later I was dressed for bed, and sat on the side of my bed and waited. I heard him shower and then leave the bathroom and go to his room. I turned my low night fight on and lay down. I heard him in the hall and then he opened the door. He came softly into the room and across to my bed. I patted the side and he sat down, his weight pulling me toward him. My nightgown opened and my breasts were exposed. He -eyed them and then reached down and kissed my forehead, one of his hands finding and caressing a breast. I pulled my gown open and lay on my back so both of my breasts were exposed to him.
He -eyed them, and then he kissed my neck and down to my breasts. There he kissed the rounded globes and then the tips. His lips opened softly and sucked the turgid nipple into his mouth. He opened wider and the entire darkened center entered his mouth. He murmured and suctioned and I sighed with ecstasy. I loved my breasts to be kissed and sucked. My husband had often brought me to climax during the times of my monthly periods, just by loving my titties.
I slid a hand down his chest, strong and shapely and hairy. The robe he wore was knotted at the waist. I untied it and searched further-but not too much further. My hand met the coarse, wiry hair of his pubis and then rubbed against the thick, warm-hard shaft of his manhood. I ran my fingers up to its moistened tip and back down to his groin and judged, expertly, that he must be at least seven or eight inches. I searched further between his thighs and he spread to me, allowing me to find and cradle his sac in my palm. It was full and heavy with the wonderful stuff of life.
He pushed the sheets down off me and bared my body, stripping my gown away, murmuring how beautiful I was and how he was so glad I was letting him love me. He let his robe fall to the floor. His penis was long and thick, arching from the dark fluff of his hair, straining upward, the knob cleanly skinned back and swollen with desire. It swung excitingly as he moved. Beneath dangled the hairy sac, filled with the testes, each as large as eggs.
He moved to the bed and laid beside me, his shaft standing erect and bobbing with his excitement. He cupped a breast and kissed it, and his fingers slid up my thigh and found its moist, gaping goal. I spread myself and let him play with me, fingering me and caressing my clitoris. I could tell he was bursting with desire and I dared not caress him too much with the delightful up and down motion.
"Come to me, my darling son," I whispered, and he moved over me. I looked down my body between us and saw the strutting head of his penis preparing to penetrate the portals of my lust. It was purplish in color, and seemed to pulsate with an inward fire of its own. I reached down and encircled it with my fingers and tugged him down and upward toward me. He touched and spread the lips, and then he was inside! I sighed and laid back. My arms encircled his shoulders and my legs lifted and clasped about his waist. As he thrust downward, driving his straining pole deeply into my vagina, I cried out in ecstasy and thrust upward, my hips immediately taking up the rhythmic movement that I had long ago learned expertly.
There seemed to be little or no embarrassment between the mother and son as they fucked. She was prepared, having thought of it for a long time. That this was a crime according to both legal and social laws but it did not deter either of them from fucking.
After lengthy discussion she admitted that there had been times when he had come into her bed, while her husband was away, and she had played with his penis, even to masturbating him after he had reached the age of ability to ejaculate.
I suppose that subconsciously I had been wanting my son to fuck me for a long time. Yes, I did jack him off several times, and I recall the deep thrill I received when he gasped and shuddered and the hot young semen spurted out over my hands or into a towel.
You wish to know if there were guilt feelings? No. None at all. I was past feeling guilty and I am not a religious person. Incest is only a word. Societies in the past have condoned such relations, and our society not condoning it makes it no more criminal.
I felt wonderful. He entered me and thrust entirely up into me. I felt it was going to come out of my throat. My husband, the major, had been sick for several months and I had been faithful, except for masturbation a few times in desperation. Now I was receiving the benefit of a well developed prick and I loved it. He immediately fell into a rhythm and my hips began to flow up and down beneath him. He reached under and seized me by the buttocks and rode me that way, his thickened penis disappearing entirely within me. It did not take him long this first time, for it was exciting to enter a strange and new vagina, and he had been teased to near-completion by that girl during the party. I felt him tensing and then began to feel the arousal of my own climax. Just as I sailed over the peak of my emotions, I felt him stiffen. His long penis swelled even more, and he shoved it deeply inside me and left it there among the squeezing, shuddering tissues of my vagina. I give a final thrust and then his penis began to pump and jerk. The hot flood of his sperm gushed into me, and I moaned as I felt him coming. p. Was this the only time that you fucked?
A. No. We rested. I got up and found a towel and cleaned us off, loving the sight of his reddened penis. It lay across his strong thigh, still big, but silky soft and sweet. I had always loved playing with a man's penis. It is thrilling to take in the hand while it is soft and to blow upon the surface of the head, or reaching down, kiss it right over the little hole. Now and then, to cause my husband to erect again, I would lick his penis, especially under the glans, where the foreskin folds begin. This is a sensitive place and it will nearly always cause an erection.
Q. Did you practice fellatio upon your son?
A. Not this time. Later we did everything. But this time I merely took the head into my mouth and sucked slightly, to help arouse him. It took only a short time until he was big and after one deep insertion of his penis between my lips, I released him and did not suck him any more. He was big and hard now and ready to go again. I was going to mount him, so I played with him, and leaned over and placed my breasts around his cock, squeezing it between them and rubbing them up and down the thickened shaft. He breathed deeply and reached under to caress me and leaned over and tongued my buttocks. I knew he was ready, so I turned and sat upon his stomach, reaching behind me to caress his stem. Then I raised myself upon my knees, and seizing his penis, I guided it carefully. I did not want to injure him. Placing the huge blunt knob between my lips, I pressed down and slid easily down the shaft. I felt his thick prick parting my tissues. Then he was all the way into me. My cheeks sat against his belly and the lips of my vagina were stretched about the thick base of his penis.
Balancing myself easily upon my knees and elbows, my bottom rose and fell in automatic reflex. Then up, sliding slickly and easily, the action of our sex parts making liquid sounds in the room. Then out and out, until I barely clasped the huge, strutting head of his dong between the lips of my cunt. I was learning one thing about my son-he was a good lover. He was pulling no punches with his mom, either. That huge dong of his was making my body quiver and spin with extreme pleasure.
Since we had just completed one round of sex, this time it was taking longer. Deep inside my vagina, my tissues were beginning to jerk and thrill to the solid feel of his prick as it shoved deeply into them. And I realized that he was nearing his peak, also. His penis was slowly growing harder and the head felt impossibly big as he pushed it deep in and held it there. It laid there, steel-hard, and then it began to jerk and he gasped, arching strongly beneath me, lifting me. The strong penis of my son quaked and throbbed and then his hot, sticky life fluid spurted deep inside me, thrilling me and causing me to come again and again.
During the remainder of his Thanksgiving vacation we were together day and night. He took me any hour, on the bed, in the front room sofa, on the den floor, standing and leaning against the playroom wall, laying across a table; he took me on his lap facing him and faced away from him. I mounted him and drew his seed from him and he mounted me, slinging my legs over his shoulders and thrusting his big rod into me so that I felt it coming out my throat.
One evening, lying on the rug, he rolled me over on my stomach and began to caress my buttocks. He dallied there and spread the cheeks, fingering my anus. Suddenly he spread my thighs and knelt between them and touching me, indicated that he wished me to get to my hands and knees. I did so, my big tits dangling, the nipples almost touching the rug. He eased up behind me and I felt the blunt hugeness of his prick press inward into my anal crease. I straddled as much as I could and his hands spread my buttocks apart. He moved closer and the huge knob pressed against my anus. He dipped a finger into me and rubbed the moisture into my asshole and on his swollen knob. Then he pressed again and the head of his penis popped into my channel, passing the tight ring of muscle. I groaned with the sudden pain and then the pain eased and I thrilled as the huge piston of my son drove deep into my bottom. Then he began hunching, his large sac swinging underneath and slapping my thighs. He was rearing upon me now, reaching under to finger my thrilled cunt and twiddle with the strutting form of my quivering clitoris. One hand drifted up my body and caressed each breast, rolling them, caressing them, while all the time his huge penis thrust and retreated, drove and withdrew, in and out of my stretched orifice.
Then he came. He quivered and gasped, pressing slowly inward until all of him was there, throbbing in my anus. I felt the thick extension of his lust extending down into my bowels. Then he pulled me back against him and drew a deep shuddering breath, and I felt his climax begin. His penis quivered and jerked as his first load shot out into me. Then it began to pump, and his come sprayed into my anal canal until I thought he would never cease.
This woman said that she and her son had con tinned their fucking through the next four or five years. In fact, they fucked until he went into the Army to serve his obligatory tour, having taken ROTC in college. With her son gone, the woman sought other male companionship and slowly the desire and lust for her son disappeared. Just before the son completed his tour in Vietnam and returned to the states, his mother married a man she had had dates with for the past six months. How the trio is getting along and what they are doing is anybody's guess-but the best guess is that they're doing it together.
CASE HISTORY NO. 10-Naked Daughter
The father is a master sergeant with a rather large post in the southeast. He is fifty-five-years-old, well built and hardened from his life in the field. He is fairly well educated, with a Bachelor of Science degree. He has been married thirty years.
The daughter is now twenty. The incident occurred or began its cycle when she was thirteen years old and lasted until she entered junior college. She was a small girl, dark featured, with brooding eyes. She insists that she does not hate her father for having fucked her. Rather, she insists that she loves him and is not too sure but that if the opportunity was to repeat itself, in a similar manner, she would be a willing partner. She was married, a year before this report, to a young business man.
I was not a doting father. In fact, I was rather a stern parent. Sue was the last child. It was when she was eleven that our experiences really began. I spanked her a little for some childish misdemeanor and I recall thinking how soft and full her buttocks were. My wife was sickly following Sue's birth. Our sex life was slow and not too good, but that was not the reason that I eventually fucked my daughter.
I thought about it some now and then and was surprised to find myself getting a hard-on thinking of her. I noticed how she filled out during her twelfth year and it was early in her thirteenth year that it really began. She sat on my lap one night as we watched TV. She was always a cuddly daddy's girl. I felt that soft, full bottom and noticed the swelling of her blouse. My penis began to enlarge and I slowly turned her position until she was pressing down upon it with her sex parts. I could feel the slit through my pants.
Mother was already in bed. I began to caress her breasts and she sighed and leaned back against me. I slipped my hands under her light sweater and found she had nothing on under it. I was surprised, but said nothing. Anyway, I cupped and caressed them and the little nipples stood out like small pebbles. Then I put a hand under her skirt. Slowly, as though she had been waiting for this, she spread her thighs. I found her crotch and pulled the little strap of her panties aside. She was beginning to put on hair and it curled about my fingers. I parted the hot lips and found that she was slick already. Pressing a finger in, there was a hole about large enough for an index finger. I held her on my lap and fingerfucked her, until she quivered and shook and I knew that I had made her come. Then I sat her more sideways and unzipped and took my prick out. With it clear and standing hard and thick, I guided her little hand to it. She did not hesitate at all. Slowly she jacked me off, and I fingered her little sex again. Just before I came, I wrapped the hard stem and bulging head in my handkerchief and when it erupted, she held on to it, enjoying its pumping until it was finished. Only then did she take her eyes from the TV screen and look at it. I cleaned the knob, skinning it back, and she watched me. When I was finished, she leaned back in my arms and kissed me slowly and sweetly.
About four months after that we were alone in the house. The wife had gone to visit her sister in another town. We were together for three nights. The first night she was gone, we went to the couch and sat there, playing as we did other times. She had progressed to where I fingered her, and she jacked me off. She was an expert in masturbating me now, and she always held my dick over a towel or hankie and guided the white, spurting semen onto the cloth, stripping me back and cleaning me good afterwards.
Tonight we began as usual, and then I suggested we take our pants off. We had never done this. She agreed quickly and stood up and took hers off immediately. She stood there and watched me, fascinated as my hairy front appeared and my hardening dong swung out toward her, thickening and huge in appearance. I am not too big, perhaps seven and one-half inches. But to a young girl, it must have seemed huge. I know her eyes widened and her lips opened and closed, her tongue coming out.
She looked at me and then sat on the bed, and, bunching her skirt about her waist, she laid down and looked up at me. I took hold of her knees and pressed them outward. Her slit was small, naturally, with the hair first downy and then curly as it moved away from her sex. The lips were open and wet with her excitement, pink and glowing. As it pouted there, I saw a pearl of moisture drip from the lips and run down her crack. She reached down and slowly caressed herself, and for the first time I saw the pink head of her young clitoris peeking above the fold of her vagina.
I moved to the bed and stood over her. She looked up at me and -eyed the huge shape of my penis swinging and throbbing over her. A little drop of sticky lubrication formed on the head at the tiny hole and then dripped off, forming a long, sticky string, and then dropped upon her white belly. She smiled slowly, sweetly-almost dreamily-and reaching up, she shaped a fist about the stem and began to move it slowly in long strokes, as I had taught her. The white, clear lubrication streamed from me now and dripped into a tiny pool on her belly and ran off down into the fluffy forest of her pubis.
I moved over her and spread her legs. I told her to take me in her hand and guide the head against her cunt. She did so and I lowered to her until the thick, blunt point of my throbbing prick touched and parted the pink lips of her sexual parts. I heard her breath coming rapidly as I centered myself and pushed gently, until, the entire point was buried inside her vagina. I paused for a moment, knowing that the young muscles were stretching to the huge shape and size of my penis. She had gasped and whimpered a little in early pain, but now, as I let it lie there and soak in our juices, she relaxed and let her body become accustomed to the exciting bulk.
After two or three minutes I pushed inward more and it slid into the extremely exciting, tight sheath of her channel. Oh it was tight! It had been years since I had experienced the excruciating joy and ecstasy of a virgin cunt. Then she surprised me. As I started to move again, hoping to thrust all the way home, she suddenly swung her legs upward and about my waist and with a fluid movement she thrust upward just as I pushed down. She threw back her head and screamed. But something gave and I felt my thick rod drive all the way in and come up against the soft, fluid end of her canal. I jerked back quickly, knowing that I might hurt her this first time. Soon I knew that her vagina would stretch and expand until she would be able to accommodate my penis.
She reached up and kissed me and whispered to me. "Now fuck me good, papa. You feel so good in me ... do me good." And I tried.
I strutted suddenly, gasping and drawing in a deep breath. My penis stiffened and quivered and I heard her draw in a deep breath and hold it. She quivered under me and then her buttocks hunched rapidly a few times and her body clamped to me. I groaned and erupted, my sperm spurting out in thick, hot splashes within her vagina. She moaned and I felt her come, the tissues of her vagina milking and squeezing my suddenly spouting penis. I groaned and thrust and hunched, spending joyously within her. Finally I drained the last from my softening penis and felt her unwrap her legs from my waist. Her arms fell away and I moved off of her, my penis making a soft plopping sound as it slid from her cunt, past the still constricting and throbbing outer lips.
This case was not one that came into the courts.
The father and mother are still together. Neither the father nor the daughter ever disclosed their relationship to the mother. But now the daughter will disclose her story of how she fucked her father.
I'm not ashamed that dad and I had intercourse. Social mores say it is wrong and the religious people are shocked. But their Bible tells about a father and two daughters making it, and a brother and a sister who were children of David.
I knew what went on between a man and a woman. You learn these things early in school. I had seen a hard, fully grown penis just once. A basketball star brought me home once and we parked. In a minute he had his prick out. It was big and seemed extremely huge to me, the thing poking right up in the air and jerking with excitement. He wanted me to get on his lap but I wouldn't. Then he pleaded with me to suck him, and I wouldn't. Finally he told me I had to at least jack him off, or he'd rape me. So, he showed me how and I sat there and did it, and got to where it was exciting to me. I let him finger me while I did him, and finally he got real hard and then groaned and began to come. It spurted out on the floor of the car and I thought he would never stop coming. It was so exciting hearing him and watching the expression on his face, and to feel the heat and hardness and then the pumping of his sex engine, that if I came, I didn't recognize it for what it was.
Dad and I began by playing with each other when mother was away or out of the house. We'd watch the TV and not talk at all, but sit on the sofa, or in a big chair with me on his lap. After the first couple of times he took his penis out of his pants and showed me what he wanted done. Dad was big, I guess I thought he was huge. He was not so long, but his penis was very thick and had an extremely big head. When he came, the head would swell until it looked like a ripe, red tomato and then it would spout the thick, white semen, like a well trying to go dry.
The night he first fucked me, we stripped and I laid down on the sofa for him, my legs spread out so he could see me. He stripped and came toward me. His penis, thick and arching, swung from his body like a club. The knob was skinned back and was dark with blood. It bobbed and swung from his body like something alive as he walked toward me. He stood over me and I -eyed it, springing out of the dark hair. Under it swung his seed-pods, and it darted through my mind that I had sprung out of that tiny hole in the end of his rod, working my way up from those sperm-congested balls to find my way into the hot, moist darkness of my mother's womb.
He was gentle as he mounted me, moving my legs wide apart, and lifting my buttocks up so he could enter me. He moved a pillow under my hips, so that his penis, after a few tries, slid all the way into me. It was very tight.
He finally got it all the way in and we laid there resting. I could feel the hot bulk of my father's prick stretching my tissues. It hurt a little, but slowly the wonderful sensation of being filled, the mounting ecstasy of the tactile joy that blesses every woman who gives herself freely, came to me. He began to move in me, his hips rising and falling easily and gently. Slowly he built up his rhythm until he was hunching in an almost automatic way. I could feel it move out. Then he would thrust it all the way in and I would moan and hunch my hips up against his middle, impaling myself upon his battering ram.
When he came, I came with him. He hunched hard and held it in me, all the way buried, and I felt the hot pumping of his prick, spurting in my vagina far up inside me. When it was over and he moved off me, I wanted to cry out for him to do it again and again.
The affair lasted five years and then stopped. The daughter is now married and lives in a town only a few miles away from her fathers base. Every once in a while her father gets a furlough or a weekend pass-and he spends the time at his son-in-laws reliving the past with his wife.
CASE HISTORY NO. 11-Naked Sister
The most common of all incest is the brother-sister relationship.
When incest cases of this nature do get to the public, it is usually after the individuals are grown and have been caught in the act by a wife or husband and divorce or court-cases evolve. Very infrequent is a teenage son brought to court because of his having been caught having sexual intercourse with his sister. These cases are kept within the family and seldom talked about at all, much less made public.
On this post a brother, two years older than his sister, both were caught in the act by their mother. At that moment they were in bed naked, and the mother coming upon them, slipped up and pulled the covers from them, to see the strong penis of her son buried to the hilt into the red, gaping vagina of her daughter. She had screamed and began beating them and finally, after a week of berating, beating and crying, had brought them to a psychologist.
The father was a captain of infantry, at this time in Vietnam. The boy was fifteen and the girl thirteen. They were taken to the psychiatric clinic on a post on the west coast.
My sister and I had been having sex for over two years, when we were caught. We both knew it was wrong and that we would be punished if We were caught. So we had been very careful. Mom was supposed to be over at a neighbors helping with a new baby, and had said she would be gone all evening. She came home early and caught us in our second fuck of the evening.
Jean was eleven when we started loving one another. We had looked at each other and touched each other some, but a neighboring girl had shown us how to do it. She had lain down and pulled me on top of her. She had put my hard penis inside her cunt and hunched up and down. Then she made Jean lay down and, playing with me until I was hard again, she inserted me inside the tight lips of her cunt and I felt it enter the little hole I had opened up there when I played with her.
That was our first time. It felt so good when I pushed it in and my slickened head felt the heat of her tissues. I felt myself come in her. She must have felt the wet of my sperm, for she whimpered and thrashed around under me.
We thought this was the greatest. I had not been big enough to hurt Jean. By the time I was fourteen, and beginning to enlarge, she was spread enough to receive me without pain. We would strip and she would play with me until it was big and hard. She loved to suck on it, too. Jean wanted to try it one day, and I let her. Did it feel good, her hot lips sliding up and down my rod. I came in her mouth and this made her mad at me, and she wouldn't let me fuck her for a week afterwards.
The night Mom caught us we were in our second fuck. We had done it once and had laid there and played until I got hard again and then I climbed on her and stuck it in her again.
My penis is pretty good size for a fifteen-yearold. It is seven inches and still growing. The head is big and pointed and that helps me get into girls with tight holes. I just put the point in and start pushing and the first thing you know it slides right in. Jean played with me after I came the first time. She curled her fist around it and jerked the skin up and down, making me feel good. I fingered her at the same time and she gasped and almost came on my fingers.
Jean likes my prick. She plays with it every chance she gets. She likes to jack me and hold my big balls at the same time, and when I start coming, she squeezes them gently. It makes me snort and buck; there's a little pain, but mostly it feels real good.
Finally she pulled me over on top of her again and guided me into her. I could feel the big head of my prick pushing the tissues aside and sliding deep into the slick depth of her box. The prickly hairs surrounding her love-nest prickled the skin of my penis. She had started shaving her pubis and it tickled as my rod slid in and out.
Jean and I have fucked so long that we are both good at it. She wraps her legs about my buttocks or about my waist and locks her ankles and hunches her hips up and down, meeting my thrusts with thrusts of her own. She doesn't just push her butt up and down. Jean has learned to curl her butt under as she drives up, or if she is on top, as she drives down. She can really feel the size and bulk of my cock inside her vagina.
She twines her arms about my shoulders and keeps herself balanced that way. She anticipates my moves, sensing ahead of time from what her legs and arms tell her, what I am going to do. I drive it into her and feel the liquid moisture and the heat of her body gripping and tugging at the head of my rod. It feels so good. She trembles a little, letting me know that it is pleasing to her, too. We fuck for several minutes, lasting longer since it is the second time around. Then I feel it building up inside me and she senses, from my tensing, that I'm getting close.
She is about ready too, for I can feel her tissues, deep inside her vagina beginning to soften and spread and quivering with a little life of their own. I settled more into her pussy and feel her beginning to hunch automatically, her body fucking hard.
We were at the height of our pleasure. Her cunt was wet and soft, gapping widely as my swollen penis slid in and out with a wet, slithering sound. She had tensed to receive my gush of semen, having felt my prick stiffen and swell a little more. My penis was gorged with blood, the head tingling with the sensation of being subjected to the growing ecstasy of a pending explosion, nerves strung out and taut with expectation.
Just as my penis began to constrict and pump, pushing the hot flood of my semen down the pipe into the hungry depth of my sister's cunt, the cover was jerked off our bodies. I jumped away from Jean, and turned over on my back, my semen spurting out and over my body. Jean lay sprawled out, her body exposed and still shuddering in the throes of her climax. And there stood Mom, her face white and working, her eyes staring at us like we were animals in a cage and she was afraid we'd get at her.
I pulled the cover out of her hands and covered my naked body. I felt the cold, sticky semen congealing but I couldn't move to do anything about it until Mom left the room. Jean just laid there and bawled.
This is an interesting case history in that the young man is very articulate and willing to talk freely about the problem. The girl was even more articulate, and she knew much more about sex than many long-time brides.
O. How often have you been having sexual intercourse, Jean?
A. About four times a week, sometimes oftener. It depends upon when Mom is away from the house and when we can get together alone.
Q. Jean, what is it about your brother's body you like most when you are having sex?
A. Oh ... gee, ... I guess I like the feel of his prick sliding into my box. And the feel of his balls sometimes slapping against me. p. Jean, your brother has told me that you have performed fellatio upon him. Do you like to do this?
A. What's that? p. Fellatio. That is when you take his penis into your mouth, or kiss it with your lips, or suck upon it.
A. Oh, that. Sure. I like to do that. I've done it to him lots of times, p. Do you let him discharge in your mouth, or pull away as he comes?
A. Sometimes I pull away and watch it spurt out on my titties, or I will pull it out of my mouth and watch him go into a hankie. But I don't mind him coming in my mouth. There's very little taste to it, just the feel of it in your mouth and it isn't bad at all. It sorta thrills me to feel it gush and spurt in my mouth and to feel his penis swell and jerk as the load comes.
O. In the same token, has your brother used his mouth upon your sex. Has he performed cunnilingus?
A. Oh sure, lots of times. I really like for him to eat my cunt.
Looking further into the case it was discovered that the brother and sister were led into their explorations by the guidance or teaching of a set of cousins about their own age, but slightly older. It had happened one summer when they were all together at their grandparent's farm in the midwest. The four young people learned to know when cows were being studded, and they would slip into the barn loft, over looking the breeding pen and watch as the huge bull fucked the cow. The brother told the story.
Tom and Mary were our cousins. It thrilled us to play sex games with our older cousins. Tom did not hesitate to climb on top of Jean and thrust away at her. Mary and I sat and watched, her hand curled about my little penis, pumping away at it and my fingers fiddling with the pink, swollen lips of her sex. Tom was not getting inside my sister, Jean, his hard penis was sliding up and down her slit. Then I saw his buttocks shiver and a small gout of white stuff creamed her slit and he rolled off her. This was the first time I had seen semen. Mary had finished jacking me, and her body was jerking under the probing of my fingers. Then she trembled and sighed and reached over and kissed me. I had brought her to a little climax.
Tom clued us in about the bull and the cows. He showed us where we could look through cracks and some knotholes and watch the animals. We sat and watched the hunching bull, seeing the huge piston driving in and out and then notice the spill and drip of his semen when he finally withdrew. Tom and I had our dongs out and we were pumping them. Mary and Jean were fingering themselves like crazy.
It was Tom who suggested that he and Mary play like the bull and the cow while they watched the next time. We were in the hayloft, waiting, when the cow was led in to the bull. The huge animal snuffed and pawed the ground and his penis unsheathed and dangled and then tightened.
We removed our clothes. We crouched and watched. Tom maneuvered Mary until her bare butt was pointed toward him. Then he mounted her as she watched the bull shove it into the cow.
As the bulls hips started to hunch and pump, Tom slipped his hard penis into Mary's already slick slit and began to pump away, his developing sac shaking and swinging with his activity. Jean was moving around and wanted me to mount her. But I refused and motioned for her to watch the animals. Her hand curled about my shaft and began to masturbate me. She watched the animals, jacked me and fingered herself.
I was tired of watching the animals and it was far more exciting to watch my cousins. Tom was pumping away, his slickened penis entering and appearing, hard and red from friction. Then Tom thrust deeply into her and held there, his buttocks clinching and flexing as he came. His seed leaped from him into his sister. She came at the same time, gasping and crying out and she fell from the crack where she had been leaning, to the soft hay, her eyes closed and her body jerking with her climax.
We knew the bull was through for the day, so we slipped into our clothes and hurried away from the barn into a thick woods not far from the house. Here we stripped completely naked again and lay around until Tom was hard again.
This time I mounted Mary, from behind. But it was unsatisfactory for me, since my penis was too short to reach under and into her slick little box. So after a hunching spell, I suggested I get on her. This way, I was able to press inward until my lit tie penis penetrated. She rolled back for me to get maximum penetration and soon I was pumping away like mad, my buttocks hunching and driving. I could not come, but the climax was wonderful, making my penis jerk and quiver, although there was no ejaculation yet. Tom was on Jean, my sister, and suddenly I realized that he had penetrated her. I could see the head of his prick disappear and he was snorting and breathing hard. His hips were weaving and pumping and I could see his penis swelling more and knew that he was about to come. Jean was hunching under him, her little body trying to get the most out of it, and her face twisted in the pain-pleasure of her first actual penetration.
Tom began to come, his buttocks slowing down the thrust and piston action. He pushed it in and drew a deep breath and then pressed it all the way in. His butt quivered and jerked and shuddered and I knew that Jean was receiving the hot spurt of his seed. She gasped and wrapped her arms about him and quivered, experiencing her climax. Later she-told me it was wonderful to feel his hard penis swell and jerk and pump and the hot spurt of his semen deep inside her sensitive vagina.
Q. Did you and Jean begin your own sexual intercourses following this? A. About a year later we began to actually fuck. Q. Are you going to stop now that you have been discovered?
A. Who can say? Would you? Would anyone?
Q. Well-you can get her pregnant, you know.
A. Yes, we are aware of that now, since counseling. I'll be careful if we do it again. I know about rubbers and things.
Q. Have you had intercourse with girls other than your sister and your cousin, Mary?
A. Only once. This is the neighbor girl I told you about earlier. She joins Jean and me now and then. When we began it after Jean was able, she was with us and guided me into Jean when it wouldn't go in at first. She watches us and I watch Jean and her have sex. This gets me going again.
O. Does she do anything other than straight sex with you?
A. She likes it in the anus. I do it that way with her often. She is afraid she might have a baby if I come in her the other way.
CASE HISTORY NO. 12-Naked Aunt
Another example of incest is that of aunt-nephew. Usually it is the case of the aunt being older and the nephew in his teens. Quite often the aunt takes the attitude of a teacher, giving her young pupil the benefit of years of experience.
Here is an aunt, in her middle thirties, with a twelve-year-old daughter, and with a twelve-year-old nephew living with them. This is a military home. The father, a major, is a liaison contact for the Army on projects involving civilian industry. He is gone from the home several times a year on lengthy trips. One such trip took him to Europe for three months. Mrs. X-the aunt, tells the story to her chaplain.
I had seen Joie nude several times and thought nothing of it. I noticed that he was developing hair about his genitals, and that his penis, warm and slightly enlarged, dangled nicely for a boy of his age. But that was all I thought about it, until I saw him sleeping late one Saturday morning, with his covers pushed down. His penis had erected in his sleep and was pushing through the fly hole of his pajamas.
I was rather surprised. He was only twelve and just a child. I doubted if he had reached the age where he would come yet. I found out later about that. But, anyway, his penis reached up from his body at least six inches high, and it was arched so arrogantly and was pleasantly thick, I wanted to kneel right there and kiss it! The head was slightly larger than the body of the stem, skinned back neatly, and seeming to swell and strut with a life of its own.
My husband was away for a long time this trip. I am a rather passionate woman and I like my sex. There have been a few times that I had intercourse with men when my husband was away for a long time, but I have never made a practice of it and I was very circumspect in my affairs.
Joie's affair and mine started rather innocently. He just came into my bedroom one night to kiss me good night. As he leaned over to kiss me good night, I felt the bulk of him and realized that he was hard. I reached down and patted its bulk as he kissed me and started away. I was surprised when he reached out and cupped one of my breasts and caressed it. He smiled at me and moved my hand back to him and I curled my fingers about him and squeezed. Then I removed his hand from me and mine from him and pushed him from the bed.
I laid there after he left and tried to read. But the feel of his hard little prick in my fist and the feel of his hot hand on my tit, had stirred me. Finally I got out a dirty book and read a
CHAPTER. Finally I had a mild climax. Enough to relax me and let me get to sleep.
Joie came back the next night and once again we kissed and he touched my breast. This time I let him slide his hand inside my pajama top and caress the naked tittie, and I was immediately hot, the nipple pushing up against his palm. He took my hand and moved it down his thigh and then I had my fist curled about a naked penis. He grinned and unbuttoned my top and moved it over so he could see my breast. And then he lowered his face and kissed it gently and knowingly. He sucked my nipple and I was on fire!
We began to touch and kiss and play, and then I lifted the cover and pulled him into the bed with me. He caressed my large, warm breasts and rolled the nipples until they were strutting. He palmed them and caressed them.
I searched down his body and came to the erect staff of his youth. He was hard and hot and I began to caress his penis gently, knowing that as a boy, if he came prematurely, he would be up again in a few minutes of playing around. So I began to masturbate him and he trembled with excitement. His hands found my thighs and pressed them apart. Then he was caressing my cunt with his fingers.
I was surprised that he knew to .caress and excite the clitoris. His fingers parted my lips and delved into the moist cave of my love. Then his thumb reached higher above the outer lips and found the nub of my passion. He rolled and caressed my clit until I tingled with desire.
Joie rolled over upon me, his hands clutching my breasts. He sucked them and ran his hot tongue between them and around and around the strutting nipples. His fingers moved in and out of my vagina rapidly, making squishy sounds as he finger-loved me rapidly. I spread my legs and he slid down between them. Seizing hold of his hard little penis, I directed the head to my lips and between them.
Once he felt the heat and moisture of the portals of my sex, the boy began a rapid hunching of his hips. I reached down and took told of his buttocks and pulled him into me and held him there. T told him to rest a minute and let me feel how big he felt inside me.
He turned to kissing my breasts and playing with them again. I loosened my hold upon the cheeks of his buttocks and began a little circular movement of my hips, raising and lowering gently beneath him. At the same time I would press inward with my hands, making his penis reach deeply into me as it could, and then lifting him slightly as I retracted my hips. In a few moments he began a slower, but more deeply penetrating motion upon me.
I was beginning to enjoy it. His short penis did not reach far, nor was it thick enough to rub my vagina along the sides as a mature penis would. But the activity within my vagina, the heat of his rod and the thrill of having a pole pistoning and pumping between my thighs began to arouse me toward my climax. The action, the excitement, the caressing of my titties, and the continual rubbing and liquid probing of his hot little dick brought me around. I groaned and pulled him to me and the penis of my nephew reached down into me. I squeezed it with the muscles of my vagina and I felt him stiffen. Then I learned something about my nephew I did not know-he might be only twelve years old, but he could come! I felt the small penis swell and then stiffen. Then he gasped and clung to my breasts, sucking wildly, and I felt the hot spurt of come as his penis pumped and jerked within my vagina. I moaned and pulled him deeply into me as I came again and again.
This affair probably would have gone on indefinitely, but Joie wasn't content with just the aunt. She caught Joie and her daughter. That's when she sought authoritative help.
They were in my bed. I had been out to a bowling league game and came in about ten. I heard noises from my bedroom and went to the door. They were both naked and Joie was on top of her, her legs raised and wrapped about his waist. From where I could see, the penis of the boy was buried within the vagina of my daughter, and was moving in and out. Her little buttocks were bouncing and meeting his thrusts and from the way she received the swollen penis of the lad, I realized that they had been doing this for some time. I watched until I saw his buttocks beginning to shudder and then thrust down and hold there. And I knew that the little devil had spurted his hot seed into her vagina. I realized that he might impregnate her.
The decision was to send Joie off to a military school immediately. The aunt accepted the sacrifice. Neither her daughter nor Joie knew their incest had been witnessed. Now he writes from Vietnam, and the aunt treasures his letters.
CASE HISTORY NO. 13-Naked Uncle
In the same file, for comparative purposes is a short history of intercourse between an uncle and niece. The uncle is an Army captain, thirty years old, well schooled and militarily disciplined.
It happened one summer. The niece, Eva, is my sister's girl. Eva visited with us each summer, because she liked the Army life, the excitement of soldiers everywhere and the change from the civilian community.
Eva was eleven years old. It began on an evening when we were sitting on our patio in the dusky twilight. Eva and I had stayed outside, enjoying the night and talking a little now and then.
She was a very intelligent kid and we often talked about things.
What caused her to do it, I don't know. But she came over to me and put an arm about my neck and cuddled to me. I immediately got a hard-on, and it pushed my pants out. For some reason I was not ashamed of it and let it show. She noticed it and blew in my ear and whispered that she knew what I had down there. I whispered back that I knew what she had between her legs, too. Then she poked her tongue in my ear and asked if she could touch it, and I answered, like a kid, that she could touch mine if she let me touch hers.
Now, I was thirty and she was eleven. My tool stretched out to eight inches and it's big enough to fill the usual woman.
She said all right, and looked toward the house. "Auntie can't see us," she whispered. "Can I feel it now?" I looked and decided she was right. So I unzipped my pants and she eagerly thrust her hands inside. She fumbled for the slit in my underwear and then her chubby hand was there and curled seductively about the thickened, throbbing shaft of my prick. And then she surprised me more-she began to move her hand up and down and I realized that this kid had been around more than anyone realized. No girl takes a hard, male, mature penis in her hand the first time and begins to masturbate it with the right stroke and grip.
Looking at the house once more, I decided it was too dark for my wife to see what we were doing. I removed her hand and then took my prick out of my pants. It stood eight inches tall and was thick and hard. The head was cleanly skinned back and as soon as it was free of my pants, she grabbed it and began jacking me off again.
"It is my time to feel you," I told her. She got kinda shy then and then raised up her skirt and slid her panties down. Holding her dress up to her waist, she stood close to me and I saw the pink lips, the downy beginning of her pubic hair and the moist gap of her inner lips that were excited. I ran a finger down through her outer lips and my penis swelled and got rock-hard. She had a hot, slick slit and my dong wanted to find its way into it.
"Do you want to put your thing in me?" She moved close to me and began hunching her plump hips at the fingering I was giving her. I had a thought at her words, and I ran a finger up into her vagina. Sure enough, there was room. Someone had been between her legs and a man just might get his dong up in there.
"I sure do," I said. "Can you take one as big as mine."
"I don't know," she said, "it is awfully big." So I pulled her down onto my lap and adjusted her position so that the knob of my now quivering prong was positioned right at the portal of her pink cunt.
I pulled her forward and pressed upward and the slickened head of my penis moved between her lips, guided right on target by her chubby hand. The outer lips spread widely and she wiggled and shifted to accommodate it. I suddenly realized that I was entering her. She had been screwed by someone who had been gentle and persistent and had finally dilated her vaginal opening until a male penis could enter. Tight, hot and a little painful because of the drawing back of the foreskin until it was ready to split. But the moisture and the adjusting of tissues kept up their work and suddenly the head of my penis penetrated the sheath of her pussy and the thickened shaft, smaller than the circumference of the head, slid in easily. I was in the hot, wet, slick, tight cunt of an eleven-year-old girl.
Once I had penetrated, Eva began to bounce. She held onto my shoulders and whimpered in pleasure and fucked me royally. I just had to hold myself still for her. She rode up and down the hard, slick shaft of my prick until suddenly I could not contain myself. I swelled, gasped and shuddered as I squirted my load into her tight vagina. Feeling my spend gushing into her like a geyser, she squealed softly and then thrust down and held there, most of my penis smothered within her. She shuddered and quivered and worked out her orgasm as my last bit of jism drained into her.
The conclusion for incest seems simple-the desire for virginal conquest possible because of the convenience and opportunity afforded by innocent relatives.
CASE HISTORY NO. 14-Naked Suck
A thirtyyear-old wife of a Sergeant-Major is a rather large woman, well built, and who carries herself proudly. She speaks with a soft voice one is quick to smile, showing nice, well-cared-fc gums and teeth. Her vocabulary, however, indicates her lack of formal training. Fellatio had been her favorite form of sexual contact for mar years. Her mouth is large, the lips slightly protruding and pursed as though preparing to ope and fit themselves about the stalk of a rampant penis.
I have sucked men off ever since I was a child, remember that I was nine years old the first time An older brother and I were playing and he sud denly showed me a picture of a woman and man. They were nude and stretched out upon a bed. He held her tits in his hand and she had her fist about his prick. I remember it was very big and stuck way above her fist. Her lips were about the head of the man's dick and her cheeks looked like she was sucking.
My brother asked me to do that to him. His penis was small yet and he could not come. But he sure enjoyed it and I got a lot of practice in sucking men's dicks. By the time I got hold of one that could spurt cream, I knew just about every trick of licking and rubbing my lips over the head and sucking that there was. A girlfriend, older than me, made suggestions. Once we had dates together and both sucked off our partners. She would stop and tell me to do that or this until her partner finally got mad and held her head so she had to continue sucking his penis until he came.
I have sucked off the men in my neighborhood whenever the opportunity was there. Recently it was my husband's second sergeant in the company. They are good friends and the sergeant comes over here often. This particular day, it was afternoon, he came in looking for my husband. It was my man's day off and he was out fishing somewhere. Our neighbor proceeded to sit and gab awhile and got a hard-on looking at me in my shorts. He finally pulled me down on his lap and asked me if he could fuck me. I told him no, but that I would suck him if he wanted. I had wanted to see what he looked and tasted like for a long time.
I hadn't hardly got the words out of my mouth until he had me off his lap and kneeling between his knees. I like to finger myself while I'm sucking a hard dick, so I slipped my shorts off and kept just my panties on. There was little chance of being disturbed. My husband was off fishing, the kids were in school and the doors were locked.
I slipped a hand inside his pants and pulled out his penis. He was average size. Six or seven inches-not a giant. Them big ones are hard to suck, since your jaws get tired being spread apart for so long. So I kinda like it more when I get hold of a smaller one. This one had a nicely skinned back knob and the stem was hard and long, but not too thick. So I held him in my fist and leaning over I kissed the head just over the little hole where the piss and the white jism squirts out. He leaned back and settled down to enjoy a good suck.
I licked it up and down, under the tender part where the foreskin joins the head, along the sides and down to his balls. I rolled them with my tongue in their hairy, wrinkled sac and took one in my mouth and sucked it until he squirmed with a little pain. Then I released it and licked up his long stem again. By this time he was beginning to breathe hard and hunch himself vip and down at my mouth. I held him down firmly by the hips and told him to hold still. He could hurt himself on my teeth doing that after I got him in my mouth.
Finally I decided he was ready-in fact he was boiling. I settled myself on my knees and lowered my face to his hard penis, holding it just back of the head, letting the head and about one inch of it protrude above my fist. I made my mouth slick with spit and wet him with my tongue and then opened my mouth round and wide. I went right over the head and closed my lips just back of the rim. Now the entire head was in my mouth. I paused there a while, letting my mouth and jaws get used to the size of him.
I love the feel of the hard-soft, velvety head in my mouth. It feels so smooth when I run my tongue over the taut surface. After getting used to the bulk in my mouth, I began to suck a little. Now he was clearly inside and I pulled my cheeks inward, making them rub against the sensitive knob. This always makes it feel good for the man. He was all hunched down in his seat, his head thrown back and his eyes closed and squeezed hard together. I felt the heat and the throb of his sex. Reaching down with my free hand, I began to masturbate myself, hunching my hips slowly and gently against my fingers.
I slid my hand down his prick now, holding it right at the roots, and this cleared the whole shaft for what was to follow. I positioned myself directly over the penis so it would enter my mouth directly and not sideways or at any angle. Then I loosened my lips about the shaft, back of the rim, and softened them. I began to nod my head back and forth, up and down and taking in a little more of his prick each time.
He was trying to mouth-fuck me by hunching upward, but I held him still and started to nod real fast. I was taking all of his penis into my mouth and throat now, the head touching the soft palate and making me almost gag. But I knew the technique and so I breathed through my nose and eased up on him a little so that all but half-inch of him was in my mouth.
I would draw on the penis like a kid sucking a malt up through a straw, as my lips slid upward, then I would loosen and wet the prick stem with my spit as I went down again. With my spit and the slick liquid from his prick, he was really slick and sticky.
Then I felt him beginning to stiffen. His penis swelled and he groaned and took my head between the palms of his hand and held it steady while he began to thrust in and out my mouth. I spread my jaws farther apart. Then he groaned and began to shudder and I held his hips steady again and shook his hands from my head. I let his penis slip all the way into my mouth and angled my head so it was down my throat. All of him was in, the hairy belly pressed against my nose. Then I began a long, slow suction, that must have nearly taken off the top of his head. He gritted his teeth and grunted and began to come, the hot splash of his spend spurting out in my throat.
I don't mind the taste of a man's semen. Actually, there is little taste to it. There is the sensation of hot flush of liquid and it is thick and has a slight taste of blood.
He came in my mouth and I continued to suck. Then his cock got soft and I held it in my fist and licked it until every bit of his come was gone.
I'll tell you one thing-I never got pregnant.
CASE HISTORY NO. 15-Naked Lapping
Cunnilingus is the act of the mouth being used on the sexual parts of the female. The lips and the tongue are used upon the large, outer lips of the female genitalia. The clitoris may be titillated by the tip of the tongue or sucked up between the lips. The tongue may enter the well of the vagina and lick the sides and other parts as far as it can extend.
Lesbians have reported that it is not the cunnilingus performance which is most frequently used for relief and for loving the partner. The activity of mutual masturbation, the movement of one partner upon the other, male and female style of intercourse with the outer lips of both sets of genitalia meeting and rubbing, and meshing is the most frequently resorted to by female love activity.
The following is a case history of a woman, wife of a full colonel who finds that the activity of oral genital love is pleasurable and unusually satisfying for her.
I had never had a woman eat me. Now and then Dave would place a kiss upon the outer parts of my sex. But he merely kissed me there briefly. I had often wondered how it would feel, for when he did kiss me that way I became very hot and sexy. I wanted to spread myself wantonly and pull his face deep into me and have him lick and suck me and kiss me there until I had an orgasm. But I didn't dare.
I had thought about it much and once, thinking it might cause Dave to want to do the same to me, I sucked his penis until he came in my mouth. Anyway, I was ready for such an experience when I put an ad in the post paper, asking for a female worker to come in two or three times weekly and do my cleaning details.
A day or two following the advertisement, a girl appeared and asked about the job. I hired her and a day later she came in for her first day's work. She did a fine job. As she worked about the house, I noticed her full breasts, the curves of her haunches as she bent over, or the swing of her legs as she walked. Her lips were full and her face pleasant. We sat, during a rest period, and drank coffee and I noticed her eyes upon my breasts.
It was the next time she came in that I was complaining of my back aching and she offered to give me a massage. I mean a real massage. I stretched out upon a sun couch. She hesitated and then undid my bra straps, also, and then began to rub and massage my back.
It was perhaps the fourth time she massaged me that it happened. She leaned over and kissed my back. We had progressed to where I was stripping to my undies and taking my bra off. I would strip before her and I noticed her licking her lips once or twice and staring at my mound where the dark hair shown through the thin pantie material. This particular time she was massaging my back and moving her hands all the way down and including the mounds of my buttocks in her rubbing. She leaned over and I felt the heavy mounds of her breasts against my back and then the warm, sweet pressure of her lips.
My thighs twitched and spread apart, and then she asked me if I would like her to massage my thighs. I murmured yes. She touched me in a way that indicated she wanted me to turn over on my back. I did so and I saw that she was undressing. Her clothes came off rapidly, disclosing a beautiful body. The breasts were large and heavy, the mounds swinging with a graceful droop, the tips dark with a large circle and then centered with large nipples, standing up now in passion. She slipped out of her panties and I saw her triangle of dark pubic hair, in which, as she straightened, I could see the moist lips of her sex.
She poised above me and then knelt beside the bed. She began to massage each thigh, moving up close to my sex, until her knuckles gently rubbed into the wet, warm portals of my sex. I wanted her to touch me so badly I could almost scream. She was close to me with her face, a little smile upon her lips when she licked her lips again and I knew that she was going to do it!
She smiled sweetly, then lowered her face until her cheek rested on my left thigh, her lips but scant millimeters from my cunt-lips, and then she kissed me. Her hands slid up my body and began to roll and massage my breasts, palming them, tugging at the erect centers, making me tremble at the beauty of her treatment of me. Her lips pressed my lower lips, parting them and then her tongue reached out and licked, slowly and hotly, from the lower part of my vulva to the extreme upper part, pausing there to tease and caress my little clit.
Her tongue rolled the little ball of erectile tissue, and then she pressed inward with her lips and found it and sucked it between them. She rolled it between her lips and sucked upon it until my hips began to grind and hump up and down into the softness of the sun couch upon which we were lying. She was hovering over me, her arms now beginning to enclose my hips, and her head began to nod back and forth as she licked my cunt from one end of the hot, seeping slit to the other.
I reached down and held her head in my hands and thrust my widely spread vee into her face. She centered her lips to me and as I held her there, she began to love me. Her tongue broadened and lengthened and reached into me, twisting and twirling until it reached all sides, top and bottom. I hunched at her like I hunched at my thrusting husband's swollen penis. She moaned and I knew she was loving it, also. Then it began to build in me. My hips trembled and I clasped her between my thighs until she murmured in discomfort and gently pried my legs apart.
Then I cried out and began to come. I arched and pressed my cunt into her face, and shuddered again and again. I could tell from her reactions that she also had an orgasm. Finally I relaxed and my legs dropped from her shoulders. She crawled up onto the couch beside me and took me in her arms and when we kissed I tasted the ocean-salt taste of my sex on her mouth.
That was my first time a woman ate my cunt and I liked it. Since that time I have had little trouble in getting a partner.
Q. Then you followed this period of loving by another soon after, in which you used your mouth upon the sex of the woman?
A. That is correct. She did the positioning and told me what to do, and the rest came naturally.
O. Would you like to tell about it?
A. We rested for about a half hour, during which time we touched and caressed. I loved her breasts and I twisted about until I was in position to kiss them. The nipples were huge and I took them between my lips and sucked them and she began to turn and twist with renewing passion. She reached down and began to finger my box and I spread for her. We did this for several minutes and it was then she asked me if I would do a sixty-nine.
Finally she asked me if I was ready, and I said yes. The rug in the sunroom was a large, woolly one, and she suggested that we get down on it.
I got down and started to pull her under me, and she said that was not necessary the first time. So I laid stretched out on the soft rug, my thighs spread widely apart. My breasts were aching with suppressed desires again. She began by kissing them, sucking the nipples and sucking the entire front of my breast into her mouth. Then she drifted down with her mouth-all the time she had been fingering me like crazy. My hips were tossing and thrashing around with the delightful finger-fucking I was getting. This girl was a marvel at sex.
Then she got to my cunt. She spread me a little more and leaned down and blew upon me. I hunched up at her and she darted a swift, wet kiss to my sex. Then she leaned right down and placed her lips about the nub of my clit and sucked on it until I nearly went crazy and the little old boy throbbed and jerked between her lips.
She buried her face in my crotch. I lifted my knees and rolled my pelvis forward so that she had a better go at it. Her hands went under me and cupped my buttocks and began to squeeze them rhythmically. I reached over and caressed her buttocks and then ran my fingers down the crease between the pink, solid cheeks. Then I found the lower rim of her sex and began to finger her. She murmured her pleasure and then asked me to remove my hand.
I did as she asked and, as I removed my hand, she raised a leg and swung it over my middle. She spraddled me and then began to move back toward my face, her lovely buttocks lifted high in the air. She spread widely and lifted more as she moved back and then she began lowering toward my face. I looked directly up into her crotch and saw the widely gaping sex lips, the pink inner lips showing, wet and shining, and seeming to quiver. She lowered until she was just above my face. I smelled her, the musky scent of an aroused woman. Her vaginal lips were going after me, her tongue entering me with darting movements like a snake, hot and wet and twisting. With this gorgeous feeling in my loins, I began hunching slowly and gently at her face, and she controlled my movements with her hands. Reaching up, I put my hands about her buttocks and spread them a little further and then pressed downward. Groaning in anticipation of what was coming, she lowered under my direction and then her cunt was at my lips!
Now it was here. I caressed the large, wet outer lips with my fingers and then pressed them apart. At the same time I pulled her down more and she settled over my face, the outer lips surrounding my mouth and my nose nearly buried in her anus. I breathed heavily of the woman scent, the sex smell and then reached out with my tongue and --rimmed the inner lips with it. She flexed her cunt and captured my tongue and squeezed and then released me. I stuck my tongue further in and tasted the salty-sweet taste of sex, and then my tongue went crazy. I licked and rubbed her cunt with my tongue. I sucked and kissed with my lips. I suctioned tissue into my mouth and rolled it and loved it, all the while feeling her do the same with me.
I came again and again, my body quivering and shaking. My head was clamped in the grasp of her thighs and she shuddered out her orgasm against my wild tongue and sucking lips. Her tongue darted in and out of me all the time I was coming, prolonging the sensation. Then finally, it was over and she rolled off me.
Q. This then was your first sixty-nine?
A. Yes. This was the first time I had ever made oral-love to anyone. Oh, like I told you, I had sucked on my husband once, to try to get him to do the same to me, but it never worked and that was the last time I did that.
O. This continued, then, for some time?
A. About a year. Then she moved away.
O. Have you ever had an affair with two women at the same time, making love with them at the same time?
A. Yes-one was a Negro girl.
Q. You made love to a Negro woman?
A. Yes, I made love to a sweet and lovely Negro woman and I think she was the best lover I have ever had.
We got together in my house. The maid, whom I was loving all the time now, introduced the idea and I went along with it. She and the Negro woman, the wife of a lower ranking enlisted man, had been meeting and loving for some time before I came into the picture. They came over about nine o'clock one morning and we were in and out of the sack until about four that afternoon. One would be sucking my breasts and the other my pussy at the same time. I nearly went crazy. Then we would swap around and I would be one of the action ones, while one of them worked on me. We made a short, daisy chain with me sucking the Negro woman's pussy, she doing the same to the maid, and the maid leaning over and sucking my tits. We all came about the same time. What an explosion of nerves that was!
Cunnilingus does go on in the military community.
CASE HISTORY NO. 16-Naked Ass
I was sick with my monthly period. We have been having sex every time we wished and had the opportunity. This time, rather than me jack him off, he pressed the head of his big penis between the cheeks of my behind and asked me to let him put it in there. I turned so that my buttocks were toward him. I pulled my Kotex aside and let him search out the anus by moving the blunt, slick, hot head of his prick about until he was centered upon it. Then he pressed in and made a little screwing motion and it popped in. As it stretched the sphincter muscle, it hurt and I cried out. The thickness of his swollen penis stretched it hugely and it was very painful. He eased up his pressure and lay there, murmuring and whispering to me. I was excited. The huge bulk of his prick lay just within the portals of my anus. It filled impossibly and I thought he would never be able to go further. But I was wrong. The pain subsided and he sensed it, and slowly pushed and his penis moved into my anal-canal and then suddenly plunged all the way down, stirring my bowels. It was exciting-it hurt-and I was sexually aroused!
The above paragraph was told to a social worker by the wife of a young private. This was the first time she had ever told anyone about the experience. She was pregnant and the doctor, noticing her reddened anus, had referred her to the social worker when she was hesitant to talk to the doctor about it. After three long sessions with the social worker, she finally told of her sex life and the fact that they used her anus much of the time now, since she was painful in the vaginal area due to her pregnancy.
We had been going together for about three months and had had intercourse with condoms all the time. When I was in my monthly periods, he would let me use my hand. I loved handling his penis. Often we would strip naked and I would sit beside him and tease his penis hard. I loved to see it arise from a flaccid three or four inch bit of flesh to a towering seven inch hardness, curving with arrogance from the hair at the base of his belly. The parents had made sure he was circumcised good, and as his penis hardened it skinned itself back perfectly, baring the red knob. I would run my hand up and down the shaft and, if I was sick, I would continue until he came, I would watch him come, the white stuff spurting from his jerking prick, onto a towel. It would form a little pool and I would observe it, knowing that there were teeming millions of his sperm-his seed of life-in that one ejaculation.
The first time he asked me if I would let him put his prick in my anus, I was shocked. I guess I had never given it any thought at all. I said no and after I had masturbated him and he had bent over and kissed me there until I came, I asked him why he had wanted to do that. He told me how it would be pleasurable to him, coming with bare penis inside my hot body-no condom necessary. And how, if he was gentle, it would feel good for me and maybe make me come, too, for the sexual parts are very closely involved down there in a woman.
We talked about it and he got a book the next day that told about it. He had found some of those pictures that showed a man going into the anus of another man and one doing it to a woman. I got hot looking at the pictures and realized that if done right it might feel good. We laid on a seat in the back of a car in the drive-in and talked about it, while the couple in the front seat had intercourse the regular way. I was caressing him and suddenly, whispering about it, the hot spurt of his seed jumped into my hand. I held him close, squeezed him, and stripped all of his semen out and then leaned over and kissed him, sucking the head of his dick into my mouth.
Getting him hard again, I slipped my panties off and turned on my side and let him play around, pressing the head of his penis against my anal hole. He pressed in with pressure and it started to slip in and I tightened myself and made him slip out. I saw then that it could be done very easily. So I promised him that the next evening, when my parents were going to be away from the house. We would try it and see if it could be done.
Dad and mother were going to a party which would last until the wee hours of the morning.
They left and we sat and sipped a small glass of wine. He began to caress me through my clothes and I felt his penis erecting against my belly. I swung myself into him, pressing against ihe hard extension of his desire, and rubbed up and down until he drew a deep breath and moved away. He said I would make him come if I wasn't careful.
He led me into the bedroom. I turned and looked at him. I saw his pants tenting out in the front. He was big and I loved to look at it. The thought of it now made me weak. We looked at each other for a long moment and then I reached for my dress zipper.
I laid back on the bed and watched him slip his shorts down. As he cleared the protruding stalk of his manhood, it sprang outward and erect, arching in magnificent arrogance from his belly, fully skinned back, the head gleaming with lubricant, ready to race down the juicy channel of my vagina. He held himself in his hand and looked at me, a little smile on his face. His hand ran up and down his rod a few times and I spread my legs and squealed in my lust. I wanted him so bad I could almost cry. He came to me and sat beside me and caressed my body, my breasts, with their turgid nipples, and then my belly and lastly, my sex. He ran his long fingers down my wet, warm slit and spread my thick lips. He probed and entered my vagina, and began an in and out, fingerfucking movement, which made me breathe deep and hunch myself at his hand. This was not what we had planned to do-but knowing my man, he would get around to it soon.
He did not disappoint me. After playing with me until I was good and slick, he turned me over on my side and began to caress my buttocks and play up and down the crease between the firm cheeks. He spread them and bending over, kissed them and then ran his tongue up and down the erase until I was ready to scream. Once his tongue darted in and barely touched the rim of my anus portal. But that was all. Finally he lifted his head from my behind and asked me if I want ed to do what we had talked about. I told him I did.
He directed me to get down onto the floor, bending over the bed, resting on my knees. He positioned me carefully, making sure I was settled firmly. If I should slip it would hurt both of us. Then he reached for a tube of cream and lubricated himself and then my anus. He slipped his finger in and out of my puckered hole until I began to feel sexy with him doing it. It relaxed me and he entered me easily with his finger. Finally he was entering me easily with two fingers. This was enough. I was relaxed and ready.
I placed my head on my crossed forearms on the bed, spread my thighs, in anticipation of his mounting me. I felt him roll the balls of my cheeks in his palms and then spread them gently. The large, blunt point of his rod bumped my lower thighs as he moved in close to me. He lifted the heavy shaft and placed the broad knob against my anus and let it rest there. I could feel its head moving gently with his breathing and with its throbbing. It felt like a large, closed fist, getting ready to invade my body.
I wondered briefly if it was going to hurt as badly as I imagined and then he pushed! The knob paused at the portal, the pressure making it spread my buttocks even wider. I felt it entering slightly as the muscle back there began to spread. It began to ache and hurt. But I pushed back against him and felt him move his hips in a slightly screwing motion, and then I had to grab the covers with my fists, it hurt so bad! It was like a stake shoving its way up my rear. The broad head spread me until I must be almost splitting and then the shaft followed. The pain continued momentarily and then my body adjusted and I relaxed. He was in me! I was panting with the excitement of being screwed that way.
He settled himself against my behind and began to move a little. I felt it slip in deeper and then he poised and thrust, and he slid down into the slick, hot sheath of my colon, and I felt the head invading my belly. It suddenly felt very good and I began to move with him. I felt the heavy sac of his manseeds striking against my inner thighs, as he thrust inward, the large balls swinging with his rhythm.
Suddenly I began to feel my body respond. I had relaxed and was not thinking of how I was being loved-just that I was being loved. And as I did so, I felt a climax building and building within me, making my body quiver and jerk. He was really riding me now, his prick rising and falling within me, his behind thrusting and retreating. I felt his hands reach under me and caress my slit and then roll my clitoris.
He was near it too, for I felt his prick begin to stiffen and swell. I knew that in just a minute the hot flood of his come was going to spurt in me and I like that feeling. He fucked me harder and harder, his breath snoring in his nostrils. I hunched my buttocks back into him and he drove his spike into me as far as it could go until I thought it would come out my mouth.
He groaned and slowed. His thrusts went deep, reaching into new depths. And then he reared back and pushed it into me until I felt the coarse hairs of his belly tickling my anus hole. He grunted and began to quiver, and then I felt it! He shuddered and moaned, and the hot load of his jism spurted into me, slamming into my body hot and wet, making me cry out in the intensity of my passion. I went over the top too, right then, and we came together, our bodies quaking and shivering as we did so.
This has been a long, explicit discourse of a young woman explaining the experience of her first anal-intercourse. Following her marriage to the man, he entered the Army as a career and throughout their marriage she had used her anus when she felt needful, or wanted the thrill of change.
Q. Was this experience realized only with your sweetheart and your husband-one man?
A. No, I had anal-intercourse with other men.
Q. Do you want to tell about it?
A. I don't see why not. I'm not ashamed of it at all. I have an elderly uncle that comes to live with us sometimes. He was sixty-five the time this happened. I had just married and my husband was in Vietnam and I was with mother and dad while he was gone. One night when my folks were away, he began to fondle me and caress my behind as I would walk close to him. Then he came into the study as I was bending over a desk looking in a drawer. He put his hands on my hips and pushed up against my behind and I felt the length of his hard-on and it made me hot. I stayed there, to see what he would do. He lifted my dress to my waist and let my panties down to the floor. Then he spread my legs and I let him place me as he wanted me. He had taken his rod out of his pants and while he was long enough, he was slender, so I knew it wouldn't hurt. He spit on his head and placed it and pushed, and I relaxed and strained a little, like I was going to pass air, and he slipped right in. He fingered me while he screwed me. It was good. He was not fast, and he knew how it was done. Then he stiffened and thrust and held there and I came as I felt the hot spurt of his sperm in me.
O. Did you do it with him any more than once?
A. Two or three more times, and once I let him have normal intercourse. He had kissed me on the sex until I had climaxed and then I let him get into me and come. I was on the pill for hormone treatment so there was no danger of getting pregnant.
Q. Have you ever let other Army personnel, or men, have sex?
A. One time-one man. We were in bed for three or four hours and we had it every way we could think of.
Q. Anal-intercourse, also?
A. Yes. We started that way.
In the military community this method of sexual satisfaction is used often. It is used between soldiers as well as between soldiers and their wives. The idea seems to be that (1) one doesn't have to resort to masturbation for orgasm, and (2) the infidelity is more playful and innocent; i.e. vaginal fornication didn't actually take place so one remains relatively "pure" while still responding to the call of nature.
CASE HISTORY NO. 17-Naked Swap
The military community has its swap clubs the same as civilian communities.
When I saw the strong buttocks of my husband working away between the widely spread thighs of my best friend and next-door neighbor, I was startled, then a little angry and then interested. For my best friend's husband was kneeling before me, eating me with obvious delight while he masturbated himself.
These were the words of a young captain's wife, who was stationed in the southern part of the States.
O. Did this keep you from having some kind of intercourse with him?
A. No, about that time he raised up and began sucking my titties and then he raised further and thrust his rod between my legs and into my sex. I loved it all, everything he did. But as he screwed me, I was watching my husband's thick penis pound in and out of Sue's vagina, thick and wet and long, my husband's rod.
O. Do you want to tell about it?
A. I might as well. Perhaps it will help someone else and keep them from having grief in their married life.
We had come to this post about six months before this happened. We moved into the small apartment, and our next door neighbors were Bob and Sue. We became very close. I danced with Bob often and my husband danced with Sue. Often I felt his erection when we would press close and he squeezed my breasts and my behind once or twice. I suppose that my husband and Sue grabbed the same sort of quick feel, but that was all.
On this particular night we were in our house, and Bob and Sue had brought some wine. We had drunk it all and had added some bourbon from our own stock. After dancing a couple of times, Bob laughingly suggested that we swap mates for a quick "roll." Sue seemed to like the idea, but I was a little hesitant. After all, this was a little much. The Army could kick both Bob and my husband out of the service, and besides, who needed sex that much? But my husband agreed and thought it might be a fine thrill.
Sue was willing. She undressed to the buff and laid down on the couch. She raised one leg over the back of the couch and left the other on the floor. Then she spread them and we all saw the red lips of her sex and the dark hair. She was ready and whimpering, moving her hips up and down like she was already receiving a big dick. Bob was undressing me and I let him take my clothes off down to my panties. He knelt before me and removed his pants and underwear, and kept his underwear shirt on. His penis, big and thick, with a red, throbbing knob, pointed up at me. He lowered his head and began to suck and eat me, licking my clitoris until my hips hunched and thrashed at him in my throes of joy.
I watched my husband and Sue. Then I saw his long, big penis enter her hot box. She wrapped her legs about him and began hunching like mad, making my husband hunch and thrust to keep up with her. I could see his penis slide nearly out of her vagina, thick and slick, shining with her juice. Then he lunged it into her again and she rolled back with his blow, taking all he had-and my husband is no little man.
Bob pushed me back in the big, overstuffed chair. He socked it into me. I felt my tissues quiver and stretch and spread as his swollen lance invaded my secret parts. I began to move with him, thrusting out to meet him. I contained all of him and was riding his spike with obvious joy. I turned my head just in time to see my husband thrust it all the way into her with a long, tantalizingly slow penetration, and then leave it there. He was coming! And seeing his buttocks clinch and quiver, his body shuddering as his seed pumped out spurt after spurt within Sue's hammering, jerking body, I began to have my orgasm.
Bob must have felt my crisis arriving, for he wrapped his arms about me and held me close, thrusting all of his huge piston of love deep inside my cunt. Then I came. And I felt him come, the hot flush of his loving washing inside me in great splashes. Then it was over and we relaxed. I saw my husband lift himself off Sue, the huge penis sliding wetly from her gaping sex portals. It was slick and shiny with his spend and her lubrication juices. Watching her tenderly clean him with a small towel, I almost came again. Bob was hugging and kissing me and whispering that I was the best he had ever had.
We spent the weekend together and first one of the men screwed mc and then the other. My husband must have fucked Sue ten or fifteen times. He was so weak when Simday night came, he could hardly get to bed.
Q. Did you two couples invite other couples to take part with you?
A. Yes. In about two months we realized we had to have new blood in with us. So we invited in two new couples.
Q. Did this make you original couples feel more secure about it?
A. Oh yes. Bob and my husband and the other two husbands swapped every hour, the first time we were all together. One of the new men had an impossibly big dick and I just had to have him. I didn't get him until the second time about. But Sue did, and she said he was a cocksman par excellent and a stud of the first order. The second time I got him and it was so good that when he came in me, I fainted.
Q. Is mate swapping very prevalent in the military community?
A. The percentage is no higher than in any given civilian community. Often some of the couples come in from the neighboring community to take part in the swap.
O. Is your husband as interested in this mate swapping as you?
A. About the same, I'd judge. He loves to fuck the women and I love to screw their husbands. That's pretty even, don't you think?
CASE HISTORY NO. 19-Mate Swapping
This history is given by the husband, a Sergeant Major, about forty years old. The place where the swaps happened was in a small post in the midwest. The soldier and his family had lived there for a year before the swap club was started.
I had figured in a swap club once before, when I was younger and married to my first wife. I had not been involved in swapping for over two years, and my wife was new to me, so I had no cause to swap. My main purpose in swapping has been for the thrill, the change of scenery.
Anyway we had been here a year, when one of my enlisted friends invited us over to a party. There were four couples and I knew them all. The host danced with my wife and I saw him cop a feel and my wife drawing his hand down from her breast. When I danced with his wife, she socked it right to me until I got a hard-on that would not quit. She grinned at me and said I feel you and it feels so good.
Then I got the idea that there was something in the wind. Every man was dancing with women not his wife. There were feels going on, and in one corner I saw that a woman had unzipped a man's pants and was giving him a slow handjob under his pants. I pulled the woman closer into my arms and rubbed my lengthy hard-on into her belly. She put it right up against me. As she danced, she rotated her hips and hunched up to me until I could feel the mons and the heat through our clothes.
The host called for our attention. He said that if anyone gets tired and wants to lay down for awhile, the bedrooms are down that hall. Then I got it. This was actually a swap party and the host was telling us to get started.
I motioned to my wife and she came over smiling. "You want to make a swap?" I asked her. She said yes.
My friend's wife came and told me that my wife and her husband had paired off and that we should do the same. I agreed and she kissed me and then led me off the living room to a small adjoining bedroom. There, the door shut, she stripped and laid down, her legs back against her chest. She was ready for me and when I approached the bed, she reached out and curled her hand about my rod and jacked me expertly. She leaned up and sucked the end of my pecker, taking the head into her mouth. I hunched slowly and let my prick slide all the way into her mouth and throat. Then she began to bob her head and I stood there, holding her head in my hands, watching her lips slide up and down my stem and hearing the slurp of her sucking action.
Just before I came, she released me and then guided me to her slit. I slid easily into her and then and there received the best fucking I had had since I had been in a massage parlor in Japan. I was soon there and my penis swelled and began to jerk and quiver. She wrapped legs and arms about me and began her own orgasm. My load shot into her, hot and thick. She grunted and began to hunch like crazy and then got her own crisis again and again.
We rested awhile and smoked a cigarette each and she asked me if I would like to see something. I told her sure, what.' She motioned for me to be silent and she went to a picture on the wall. Gently she removed it and there was a two-way mirror, looking into another bedroom.
I recognized my wife. The couple were reversed and involved in a sixty-nine. She was on top, and had slid back until her hips were over his face. She had spread widely and he was sucking and licking her like mad. Her hips were moving her twat against his face with little rotation motions. I could just see his head as it raised and lowered while he delved into her sex with his broad tongue.
My wife had over half of his big penis in her mouth. She was running her lips up and down the stem, her mouth spread grotesquely wide by the width of his prick. She caressed his huge balls and one hand gently massaged the thick base of his dick while she sucked. I could see her apply suction, for her cheeks hollowed and filled and hollowed again as she sucked and then eased up and then sucked again. She began to jerk and quiver and I knew she was beginning to come. Her thighs clamped about his head and she shuddered. At the same time he must have exploded, for her mouth filled and she gulped and I saw her throat work as she swallowed again and again. Then I saw the escape of some of his semen from her mouth cascade down the slick, swollen, convulsing shaft of his big penis.
O. Did this particular group stay together long?
A. For almost six months.
Q. What occasioned its breaking up? Orders, fear, disclosure?
A. Mostly orders and reassignments. There was no new blood brought into the game and after that long a time, interest wanes, even in sex.
Q. Did you men ever go to any of the women when no party was scheduled?
A. No-this was against our rules. However, one of them had a period of time when the wife was in the hospital to have a baby. During that time he visited our house and I let him screw my wife during the evening. I think some of the other men did also.
Q. Didn't this bother you?
A. Not really. It all came about naturally. He came over and had dinner with us and we were sitting about talking when I noticed that he had a hard-on. I laughed and pointed it out to my wife, and kidded the man. He said he was hard up, but he'd go home and masturbate rather than go to a prostitute. I said not to bother, that either I or my wife could give him a slow hand job that would give him release.
My wife had been watching him, the bulge getting bigger all the time. I settled back in a chair and watched them. They stripped and laid down on the sofa and I could see everything that happened. It gives a man a strange feeling to watch his wife handle the prick of another man and do it tenderly and sweetly. And when she kisses and sucked the head and takes it into her mouth and her head bobs up and down upon it. But the strangest sight of all, is to watch his big penis, throbbing and filled with life, slide into your wife's cunt and disappear far up into the depths, until all you can see is the heavy balls swinging before your eyes. She played and sucked him and then before he came, she released him and they rolled over. She was under him now, with arms and legs wrapped about him. I got so hot watching them that I took my penis out and sat playing with myself until they shuddered out their release and parted. It was thrilling to see the softening bulk of his big dick slip wetly from her, a little stream of his spend following him out and wetting her thighs.
O. Did this happen again with this particular man?
A. No, that was the only time. Just after the wife came home with their baby they moved to another post.
Q. When this swap club broke up, did you join another?
A. We started another and it is still going. We have six couples that meet twice a month at one of the homes.
O. What do you gain, in particular, from this activity?
A. Both my wife and I feel that it makes our personal sex life more effective. We aren't worn out with sex. We approach each other anew.
Q. If you had it to do over again, knowing what you do now, would you begin-would you join the club?
A. I think so. We feel no guilt about it and there is something in changing pastures. It rejuvenates a fellow-and a girl, so my wife says.
A full colonel's wife reported that her husband and she pined a club at a post in the far northwest. There was much socializing and consequently they were very quickly thrown into the night life of the post. Upon the invitation of a neighboring colonel's wife, they became interested and joined a swap club. Apparently there were six or eight couples involved.
We had a unique way of choosing our partners. The men would stand behind sheets with their erect penises thrust through holes. We would take turns going along and guessing which one was the longest, or the thickest. And the women nearest the dimensions got that man for a partner. If you drew your husband, you swapped with someone so that no wife had her husband for a partner;
This club had a special attraction. Each night the couples would come together and then draw a number. Then the host would announce a number and the couple having it must perform some sexual act to completion with the others watching. This was very exciting. My husband is large in the penis and the women all wanted to try him right away. The first time he had to perform before the group, the woman did a mouth-job on him. I got so hot I could hardly stand it, watching the mouth of the woman swallowing him, until he was half gone and then seeing her swallow as his penis began to erupt his spend into her mouth cavity.
The first time, I was self-conscious. My partner wanted to mount me right there in the room with three other couples. A couple was dancing nude together, her hand circling his big dong and jerking him off as they danced. His hand was fingering her and she was hunching against him. Another couple were seated in a big chair and she had mounted him. The cheeks of her buttocks were so widely spread that from where I was, I could see the thick shaft of her partner sliding wetly in and out of her slit. The other couple were doing a sixty-nine and I was so excited watching him suck and lick her sex that I almost came in my pants.
My partner was short and bulky and his penis, which he had immediately thrust into my hand, was thick and short, with a huge, shiny knob. He wanted me to lie down right there and let him do it to me. I took my pants off so he could play with me and I got hot with him doing that and watching the others as well. The nude couple had stopped and the woman knelt and began sucking the man, his hands holding her head. Then he gasped and raised up on his toes and shuddered and her head jerked and bobbed as she took his come into her mouth.
He moved me and sat me on his lap, my back against his chest. His prick was short, but I bent forward, straddling his lap and his penis reached my eager sex. It slid in, spreading me terribly, for he was very thick. It hurt momentarily and then I adjusted to him and began to bounce up and down upon him. He leaned back and thrust his body upward so that I was sliding up and down the entire length of his hard, throbbing prick. He held me by the hips and pulled down as I came toward him and that made our bodies slap together with a resounding, liquid sound. It felt very good and I knew that if he was not too quick, I would have an orgasm quickly myself.
It built and I felt the fire gathering. I saw the couple doing the sixty-nine come and finally fall apart. The couple in the chair finished just before I felt him beginning to stiffen for his crisis. I saw the heavy vein in the underside of the man's penis jerk and pulse and she screamed and threw back her head and shuddered, her eyes closed and her face grimacing, as she quivered in the throes of her climax. Then I felt him shudder under me, his thick prick swelling and hardening and I began to come, as I felt the hot flush of his seed spurt out into me again and again.
Mv husband and I seldom had sex more than once a week, sometimes twice, if he had been away for awhile. But this night I watched him mount three women in four hours and come each time. The second time he did it, I was sucking off a big, athletic type fellow, who had chosen me for the second round of sex. I was knelt between his legs, my mouth stretched and full of the hard bulk of his penis, when I noticed my husband hammering away at a slight blonde on the sofa next to us. It thrilled me very much to watch his heavy balls swing and his buttocks clinch and reflex as he poured the long extension of his lust into her twisting, bouncing body. His big lance rose and sank into her as I sat there and ran my mouth up and down my partner's rod. And timing myself, as my husband shuddered out his climax into the hot depth of her body, my partner stretched and groaned and I felt his load spurt into my throat.
Then, as he rested, it was my husband's turn to watch my partner eat me. He spread me out upon a rug before the couch and bent to me, his lips sucking and playing, his tongue lashing and darting in and out of my vagina. He found my clitoris with his lips and sucked it to hardened life, making my hips twist and hunch and churn with the joy of the loving I was getting. Later he told me it was so exciting, as he watched me, he made his partner do it to him what I had done to my partner.
O. Are you members of a club right now? A. Yes. We have been members for two years. Q. How often do you have sex together now? A. Strangely enough, the experience of swapping has brought new interest in each other. We fuck on the average of two or three times a week now.
O. Do you contribute this as something that might happen to others who had the same experience in sex-life?
A. Oh no-it is individual. We were dull in sex before-now we are alive in it, that's all that I mean.
Q. Do you intend to continue swapping in your military community? A. Fuck, yes.
