A respectable matron seduces not one, but fourteen boys to perform orgiastic rites to satisfy her unusual sexual cravings. A man cannot fulfill her appetite, only a boy whose physical properties are not yet fully formed, but whose staying power can be prolonged by careful tutelage. She may achieve great power by opening the doors of sexuality to a timid boy who fumbles through his first erotic experience. Who are these women and why do they need to corrupt youth for their arousal? Here is an intimately detailed casebook that looks for real answers. The mature woman prowls for innocent boys who will gamahuch her to an orgasm, or perform anal sex for her satisfaction. What drives these women to wanton acts? Dr. Klow helps us search for the answer.
FOREWORD
There are many words of the English language which in themselves may be phonetic and even pleasant to the ear, but which have ugly connotations. One of these is surely pedophilia. The general definition of the word, according to the infallible Webster, is "Sexual desire in an adult for a child." More than that, however, it implies that those adults who are drawn in their sexual ambitions and longing towards under-aged boys and girls are motivated by compulsion.
As a psychiatrist, I can extend this definition even further, but that would be to enter the pathological field, often beyond the layman's comprehension. It is sufficient for the purposes of this work that you, my faithful and patient reader, follow with me, from my own files as my knowledge of actual case histories, the tendencies in adults which fall short of perhaps actual criminal assault as the court knows it, yet pose as a moral corruption which may well affect the victim in later life.
It is true that the average person regards the pedophile with a kind of loathing and horror, picturing him as a man who may actually fornicate with and savagely ravish young girls and even babies because they feed his craving and lust for gratification.
It is true that such horrifying and sickening acts do exist, and those who perpetrate such sexual acts are almost invariably psychopathic. We are not concerned with them in this volume, but far more with the less common and less brutal, yet still more prevalent form of pedophilia which is focused on women who are urged by their own ardent natures to seduce young boys in order to achieve their own selfish sexual fulfillment.
We do not read about such cases in the newspapers. We do read about brutal rapes, horrible homicides and mutilations, and of the sexual psychopath who is driven to kill because of his hatred rather more than his lust. But as I have said, this is the work of a psychopath. We do not read very much about cases involving mature women who cold-bloodedly (or, you may say just the reverse, warm-bloodedly!) go about seducing very young boys. Such cases are usually hushed up in the newspapers, and sometimes even the boy's parents are not aware of what has taken place. Only the boy himself in later life may show the final signs of those early initiations in a way that proves how definitely the mature seductress channeled his life.
On the basis of extensive studies, I am convinced that there are far more cases of female than male pedophilia. To begin with, statistics alone will prove this. Every year, the police department of every major metropolitan area releases crime statistics showing actual rapes reported. These involved men with girls and women. There is physical evidence of the rape if it is reported at all-and at least two cases of rape which go unreported for every one which finally reaches the courts. But there are thousands of unreported incidents throughout the nation involving mature woman or young women and very young boys. We are more aware of the male rapist whose warped nature leads him to use the immature body of a young girl child as his sexual partner, and when such assaults take place, there is pain, traumatic shock and perhaps permanent emotional damage to the young victim.
But what, you may well ask, of the male victim of the female pedophile? In most instances, as we shall see, he leaves the experience looking forward eagerly to a renewal of it with some other generous, mature female who will accord to him the forbidden and hitherto unknown delights he has come to desire.
Even before they reach puberty, boys are generally aware of the exciting differences between the male and the female. The male is strong, authoritative, dominant. The female is soft, gentle, and her body is interestingly different. The boy sees the swell of breasts through clothing and wonders what they would look like if unveiled. The boy perhaps has seen the hairless pussy of his little sister or he has learned about how girls have a "hole to wee-wee with" where the boy has a "cock." As he associates in school with his fellows, he acquires the vernacular and the vulgarisms of our contemporary speech. These direct, four-letter words intensify his interests in the difference between the sexes.
If he is observant at all, when he goes in public, rides a public vehicle, sits in a restaurant with his parents, walks up a stairway, he becomes conscious of the short dresses and the caressing nylon hose or pantyhose which cling suggestively to seductively curved calves and thighs of the female. This will lead to arousal.
It may in most instances lead to nothing more than secretive masturbation at night when he conjures up what he has seen and remembers how it stirred him then. But what should happen, let us ask, when a pleasant, sympathetic woman takes an interest in him and asks him to look under her dress and see what she is like?
The boy may have looked at lingerie in store windows, or on clothes lines, and perhaps even in the drawers of his mother's or sister's dresser. When he comes upon nylon stockings, panties, girdles, and bras tightly encasing the palpitating flesh of an attractive grown woman, these embellisliments take on a highly stirring nature.
Then again, through these "forbidden" garments which made part of the difference of the sexes, the boy may become fetishistically led to appreciate the feel of nylon, silk and satin, to the final point where the texture of warm female skin overpowers him and arouses him Then he will be conditioned to long for the sexual liberties which the seductress allows him to take with her.
If the situation arises where the mature female will lead him to fucking, frenching, gamahuching or any other sexual activity, the boy becomes more and more excited and his mind is filled more and more with the thoughts of sex.
Generally, if he is old enough to reason for himself, he will hardly tell his parents that some pretty lady has taken him into her room and let him put his hands under her dress, or taken off her clothes and let him touch and see her titties and pussy and bottom. Such boys know that in many instances their parents would accuse them of making up stories and scold them or spank them. Or again, the parents would be more vigilant and keep such a close watch over the boy that he could not again have this delicious, startling new opportunity.
But what is the sort of woman who seduces a boy, you may ask? My answer is that she is so divergent and so varied and so many that we cannot catalog her into individual groups. Generally, there are some major categories into which we may put certain prototypes, and you will see this in future chapters.
The maid, governess, or nursemaid who is left alone in the privacy of the house with a young boy has almost unbridled opportunity to engage in sexual play with him. If she is careful in her approach, if she gets his confidence and makes him devoted to her, she may continue these practices without ever being caught.
On occasion, she may experiment with the boy out of sheer boredom or curiosity. Again, she may try to exact some form of revenge to repay her for a real or fancied grievance against her employers.
Teachers and nurses have special opportunities because of their proximity to the child. I hasten to say that most members of these professions are honorable, decent women who would be horrified at the mere thought of pedophilia, but every profession has its exceptions.
Then, we must not overlook the flourishing group of babysitters. Usually these are teenage girls who are either just slightly experienced themselves in sexual play or inexperienced and curious. They may see a boy peeking under their skirt as they sprawl carelessly on the couch. Naturally this flatters their young egos to see the boy excited, so they may show more and more of themselves until finally it comes to the stage of undressing.
Then, as a lark, the teenaged babysitter may let the young boy who is her charge fondle her naked body. It may so excite him that she will "go the limit," or else, being told by her chums that gamahuching is one of the most exciting phases of sex, urge the boy to do this to her as payment for her letting him see her naked charms.
Then we must consider the mature women who suffer from rejection by the male. In this category we find the wife whose husband has lost interest in the sexual side of the marriage, out of either engrossment with his work, boredom because marital sex has become routine and predictable, or perhaps involvement with another woman. His wife feels rejected, believes she has lost her sexual attractiveness as well as her powers. And then one day on a bus or in a restaurant or in a park, she suddenly perceives a boy is looking at her with admiration ... sexual admiration. It is a new thrill for her, the more so because the admirer is so young. She may consciously or unconsciously raise her dress slightly higher, or cross her legs to let him glimpse still more of her thighs.
If his interest grows, she feels the excitement of what she had believed was forever past, something she had perhaps even given up hope of experiencing again. And so, with this contrast fresh within her, if she has the determination and can find the opportunity, it is not surprising that she may well encourage the boy to see more of her body and finally do things to her which her husband either does not do at all or else does so uninterestingly.
We must also consider as potential seductresses of boys those women who, because nature has not been overly kind to them, are generally unattractive to men. If a boy shows a sexual interest, it is readily understandable that they will be quick to develop that interest all the way to the final phase of seduction simply because they are grateful for being observed and noticed and desired.
We shall see in some of the case histories in this book how a seemingly normal and conventionally brought-up wife has heard about gamahuching or frenching, but has never experienced it. Either she doesn't dare suggest it to her husband for fear of shocking him, or indeed does suggest it and shocks him. There is, alas, far too much marital disharmony because of past backgrounds which bring both married partners to the bridal bed with inhibitions, puritanical withdrawals, and even "hang-ups" about this or that concept of sexual behavior.
So if such a woman can find the opportunity to have a boy satisfy her longing and curiosity, it is not so surprising that she will try to do so. Then if she finds enjoyment, she will try to repeat the experience.
But what again, we ask, of the boys involved? You may think that they receive an early sexual initiation and are perhaps better off than the average boy who has to struggle through the tormented adolescence and may in some instances never have sex with a woman until he marries at the age of perhaps twenty-five. The economy of our society imposes a kind of unnatural continence upon the young male.
The fact is that a boy who has tasted the joy of sexual pleasure with a mature woman will want to repeat it. Man is not a monogamous animal, nor is a sensitive and perceptive boy. But what, let us ask, should happen to this boy if his opportunities are not granted again? Suppose the woman who initiated him thinks that it was just a lark or a one-time occasion and has no intention in letting him take such liberties again?
The desire will remain. It will not die that simply. There is one chapter in this book which, as you will see, will treat this kind of aftermath.
You already begin to see, my readers, the ramifications of this subject. Indeed, it would take many volumes to cover the entire topic. I have therefore made the most honest effort possible to provide as much enlightenment as I can. Rather than bore you with medical observations, I have taken from my file actual case histories, even having recorded the conversation between those patients and myself or writing down verbatim their comments to me of their own past and present experiences
Let us then together, you and I, study the chemical view of pedophilia as it pertains to the mature woman and the young boy. Remember, these are not statistics, but people, people of flesh and blood, hopes and dreams and sorrows, emotions and disappointments like ourselves. We may not condone what they do, but we should at least attempt to understand. We cannot treat a problem, either by the psychiatrist or the physician, unless we know the symptoms, the signs, and sometimes the aftereffects.
CHAPTER ONE
Sexual Education by Domestics
An English gentleman more than two centuries ago made the sly remark, "The best way to teach a boy what life is all about is to engage a staff of handsome serving maids." Although his observation falls considerably short of our modern concept of sexual education, its basic truth is so remembered by many elderly adults today whose first exploration of the wonderful world of sex was under the skirts of a giggling, panting, flushed young maid.
Doubtless her motives were other than educational, but to the delighted boy, they were not to be questioned. In researching this book, I have spoken to many women who work as domestics, or have done so in the past, and I have found that they took such jobs in many instances primarily because of the opportunity it provided them to seduce boys.
Why do they do it? Well, their reasons are far more simple than the motivations that drove others whom we shall study in subsequent chapters of this book. By far, the most general reason is that it is exciting to tease an inexperienced boy for a while, and then, when the zenith of his excitement occurs, take him to bed and in turn experience flattered pleasure to watch him experience his first introduction to fucking. The obvious awe and ingenuous wonder of his reaction never fails to stimulate the female who looks to him as her instrument of pleasure and in many instances does not concern herself with the repercussions the act of initiation into sex may have upon his nervous system, his character or his personality in later life.
CASE HISTORY: Josephine R-
Josephine Ris a pleasant, reasonably attractive, rather plump woman who is now in her mid-forties. She still accepts employment as a "nannie" (the English term for a nurse or maid who takes care of a very young child), although she could afford to stop working if she chose. Josephine was introduced to me through a friend who was aware of her penchant for gamahuching and frenching. In time, she came to enjoy all of them. She began to really talk freely of her experiences once I assured her that her real identity would not be exposed to anyone.
This woman entered domestic service at the age of fifteen. Within the very first month of her employment, the man of the house took her into his bedroom one evening when his wife was out with friends, fucked her and took her cherry. She protested in vain. When the act was done, he cynically pointed out to her that no one would believe her if she accused him of raping her. So she took his word for it. And during the four years she worked at that house, this husband took every opportunity to force her into sexual intercourse with him.
By way of variety, he also taught her such deviations as gamahuching and Frenching. In time, she came to enjoy all of them. But she never quite forgot how he had compelled her to submit her maidenhead, and the secret grudge rankled until at last it became a full resentment and a determination to exact vengeance.
One afternoon while Josephine was standing in a chair dusting a picture, she noticed that the twelve-year-old son of her employer was bending behind her to look up her dress. Immediately, she knew how to get her revenge on the boy's father. If the latter had taken her innocence, why shouldn't she do the same to his son? So, without turning, she caught up the hem of her skirt and lifted it high so that he saw far more than he had expected to see.
Then, turning around, she gave him a soft smile and said, "If you want to see more, David, just stay around the house when your parents leave. I think they'll be going in about an hour. Will you do that?"
"Oh yes, Miss Jo-Josephine," he gasped, turning very red.
And so when his parents had left the house, Josephine invited David to her room. He followed her up the stairs nervously, yet anxiously. No sooner had they entered her room than Josephine pulled off her dress to show the boy how a woman looks in only bra and panties. "Come on and feel me up, honey," she coaxed. He trembled, his face reddening more than ever. "Oh come on, don't be so shy. I want you to," she purred.
Thus encouraged, David moved towards her, his eyes shining, and she could see at once that there was a stiffening in the crotch of his play trousers, evidence that her desired revenge was beginning. Gingerly at first he touched her titties, and then her bare belly, and finally, at her urging, ran his palms over the crotch of her panties to feel the furry slit beneath. Then, she took his hands and drew them round her, so that he could squeeze and palm her bottom cheeks.
Then she slowly removed her bra, and let him look all he wanted. As he stood there panting and eyeing her, Josephine murmured, "Why don't you touch them, David? Don't be scared. I want you to. And kiss them, too, if you like!"
She shivered as she felt his eager young fingers touching her titties, moving all around them, and paused longest at the aureolae and then the nipples. Finally, when she stroked his head and whispered again, "Go suck them and lick them. I want you to;" and he did. Her ecstasy rose to feel her nipples hardening under the avid suckings and the rapid, nervous flicks of his soft pink tongue.
"Would you like to see me with my panties off, too, David?" she suggested.
"Oh, yes, Miss Josephine!" he groaned.
"All right. But you have to take off all your clothes first, or I won't," she stipulated.
He hurried to obey, and she had a sly smile of triumph when she saw that his young cock was fully hard and throbbing. Then, slipping her fingers under the waistband of her panties and very slowly lowering them until the fringe of pussy-hair came into view, then all of it, and then finally letting the garment drop to the floor and stepping out of it, she pointed to her quim and said, "You see, David, this is how I'm different from you. You have a big nice stick there between your legs, but I have a little hole. Come look at it and play with it with your fingers."
"Is that-is that the place you make peepee out of, Miss Josephine?" he hoarsely stammered.
"That's the place. But it's used for much nicer things, David, as I'm going to show you. Come look at it now close up."
He didn't need a second invitation. His breath was coming quickly as his trembling fingers brushed the thick luxuriant fleece of her cunt and then parted the lips and his eyes goggled as he peered into it, making out the nodule of her clitoris. Her hands caressed his face and the back of his head, and she shivered, her thighs flexing violently as she began to become aroused by this juvenile adoration. It was all so innocent, which was what made it all the more exciting for her. That, coupled with the notion that she was having her revenge against David's father, for the way he had forced her to give up her cherry.
Then she moved over to the edge of the bed and sat down, the boy following her absolutely rapt with wonder and delight. "Now you see, your little stick goes into that hole sometimes, David," she told him. "But also, lots of big grown men like to put their lips to it and suck it, and put their tongue in too. Would you like to try that? But first, before you do that, because I see you want to, I'm going to show you how a girl can do it to a boy, too. Come over here now and sit on the edge of the bed beside me."
When he had done so, she put her hands on his thighs, bowed down her head, and took the tip of his young stiff prick between her lips and nuzzled at it a little. David groaned and squirmed, and finally couldn't stand it and plunged his fingers into her hair, moaning, "Oh, Miss Josephine, oh, that feels so nice, oh it feels so good!"
"That's all for now, because you're too excited, dear," she told him as she desisted. "And now turnabout is fair play, you know. You come put your face up against my little pussy and suck and lick it good, just the way I did for you."
He didn't hesitate a moment. Besides, she made it easy for him by swinging her legs onto the bed, straddling them, and then making him kneel down between them while with her hands guiding his head, she forced his young face up against her cunt. The kisses which he imparted to her pussy and then the frantic, fervent diggings with his tongue began to make her squirm and arch. "Go on doing that, darling," she gasped. "Stick your tongue in as iar as you can and keep doing it until I tell you to stop. I'll do something awful nice for you-oh, that's so good, that's ever so good, dear David."
It was, indeed. In a few moments, his tongue brushing her clitoris, Josephine experienced a violent come.
Then she lay down for a moment and had him cuddle beside her, his head pillowed on her titties while she talked about things which she knew would keep his interest alive. "I bet you'd like to do that to me. You know, you saw how I moaned and wriggled. That was because I did what they call come, David. But when a man puts his cock inside a girl's pussy and shoves it back and forth, he can make her come even more nicely. Wouldn't you like to see that done, and wouldn't you like to do it yourself to me?"
"Oh yes, I would, oh yes, Miss Josephine," the boy blurted excitedly.
"All right, you try that," she urged. She lay back, spreading her legs wide, and she saw him kneel upright between her thighs. As she told me, "He looked so funny and little, as he got up on my plump belly and fumbled around trying to stick his hard little cock into me. But you see, Dr. Klow, I'd already told him how to fuck. He learned quickly. A few times, he drew back too far and his cock slipped out of me. But he got it back right away each time, and he went on panting and jiggling on me. I thought he was going to cry when I felt him spurt his seed right into me. I clenched my legs around him and I held him tight, and I felt every one of his shudders."
But one thing Josephine hadn't counted on was the boy's guilty expression when his parents finally came back home. It took his mother just a few minutes to get the truth out of him. Enraged, she attacked Josephine as if she meant to kill her. David's admission had been so detailed that it included his introduction to gamahuching, something his mother had never experienced herself and considered an especially vile abomination. But as she was belaboring Josephine with her fists, the maid pointed out, "Now look, Mrs.
----, all I did to David was what your husband did to me when I was just fifteen years old. Yes, and for your information, he's been doing it to me ever since!"
David's mother turned pale, drew back, and then in a voice that trembled with fury and shame, exclaimed, "All right. You just pack your things and be out of here at once!"
Remembering how exciting it had been with David, Josephine made certain that her next job had two boys to take care of. She remained there until she was tired of them, and thus she began a pattern that was to last all through her working life.
She has told me that she's lost count of the number of boys she's seduced, although she imagines that by now it would probably be close to a hundred. Also, she told me, the thrill of seducing a young boy is just as strong for her today as it was when she was a young girl. When I asked her whether she had sexual relations with men, she laughed and said, "Dr. Klow, usually the husband is always looking for a chance to get some extra pussy, and sure enough, in just about every job I've had, he sneaks into my bedroom and fucks me when his wife isn't there or when she's sick or something. So I figure that I'm not doing any harm by teaching his kids how to fuck so that when they grow up they can please women."
Thus we see that the maid as a seductress has such a proximity to her young charges that the opportunity is always there. With Josephine, it is obvious that her primary urge was for revenge. But after that was accomplished, and from the pattern of repeated seductions over the years, we see that she decided that the thrill of initiating an ingenuous young male into the task of gratifying her sexual needs came uppermost in her desires. It is, to be sure, a selfish outlook. And it can certainly be dangerous for the young male who may have a traumatic experience which will channel him in later years far more differently than his seductress ever dreamed.
CASE HISTORY: Helga R-
Helga R is in her late thirties, and although she is much younger than Josephine, she has seduced a far greater number of boys. She has even kept a diary detailing the name, age, and circumstances of each seduction!
In a way, this "diary" is a kind of lust-fetish, since it has the power to stir Helga R's desire and is used therefore as a kind of sublimation or arousal, depending on her sexual needs. She has admitted to me that frequently on a dull evening, when she feels jaded and needs excitement, she will strip naked, lie down on her bed, and read this diary, using her left forefinger to tickle the rims of her cunt and to prod her clitoris delicately as she recalls the various incidents which she details so candidly and lengthily in this kind of ledger.
Perhaps subconsciously this document represents for Helga what the "Little black book" of the traditional male philanderer symbolizes for him: a recording of the chase and the conquest in his eternal search for the epitome in love (which of course he never finds).
Helga's first experience was when she was hired as a babysitter at the age of sixteen. The boy was only eight, and obviously too young to manage fucking, but she noticed that he was interested in looking up her skirt when she sat carelessly, her legs sprawled, reading a magazine.
Since Helga herself had just lost her cherry about four months before when a handsome eighteen-year-old high school senior had taken her out on a date, given her a little wine, and started exciting her by french-kissing, running his hands under her skirt, and tickling the crotch of her panties and then sucking her nipples through her blouse until she finally gave in and wanted to go the limit. Helga was already quite well attuned and very sensitive to the overtones of sexual adventure. The idea that she was all alone with this young boy gave her a desire to test her newly found powers and to play sex games with him. Her initiator had been direct and vigorous, but he had mastered her and called the tune. This time, she reasoned, she would be in charge and she, not the male, would have the upper hand in dictating precisely how she wanted her pleasures to be roused.
A few moments later, her young charge was sitting beside her on the couch, as she unfastened her bra and offered him the sight of her pear-shaped, widely-spaced naked titties to look at and to touch.
After the boy had shown his excitement and stammered that he wanted to see more of her, Helga told him, "I'll take my panties off and let you see and touch all I've got if you'll do something nice for me."
"What is it, Helga?" the boy panted.
"Well, you have to kiss my little spot between my legs. Yes, and put your tongue into it too. If you'll do that for me, you can see me bare-naked. My bottom and everything, as well as the little hole I pee out of and love with," she told him.
Since the boy had already been permitted to run his hands over her skirt and poke at her cunt through her panties with his fingers, he was wildly excited at the prospect of seeing exactly how a girl was made. Also, the thought of gamahuching her was such a novelty that he could hardly wait for her to exact the bargain.
She held up her dress and called to him, "All right, Benny, you can take my panties off now." When he did so, she sat down on the couch with him and let him caress her legs and play with her pussy with his fingers, until finally she took him into his bedroom. There, putting a pillow under her bottom, and arching up her knees, she instructed him how to kneel between her legs and reach down and kiss her pussy. After he had discovered what a joy this new game was, he entered into it avidly. Helga told me that she was wildly excited, but wanted to have a hot come by having his tongue rub against her tickler, to quote her verbatim. "I had a little trouble getting him to do exactly what I wanted, but of course he was so young he had never done anything like that before, Dr. Klow," she confided to me. "So finally I took him by the ears and I said that we were going to play a little game of trying to hit the target. He was to stick his tongue out and see if he could hit that little button. If he did, I promised I would give him a nice big kiss on his little cockie."
The game worked, evidently, for as Helga wrote in her diary, "He really made me give down all my cream, the little devil. Once he started playing the game and rubbing my tickler with his tongue, he even kept score as to how many kisses he thought he ought to have from my lips on his pecker. He got quite a lot, I can tell you that, dear diary!"
She kept her part of the bargain, too, so she told me. "I let him kneel over my face and then I counted out loud as I kissed him until he was satisfied. And by then, believe it or not, he actually dribbled out some of his love-juice. He was a little terror, even though he was only eight, Dr. Klow! But oh, how he could bring a girl over the edge by using that little tongue of his right inside my pussy!"
Thus Helga had established a delicious novelty for herself whenever she went out babysitting. Each time she spent the evening in a house where there was a young boy, she would attempt to seduce him in the same way. If he was big enough, she would let him fuck her after he had gamahuched her. If he was too young for that, she would then enjoy an extended session of love play, in which she would suck and lick his cock, let him touch and fondle her all over, and then finish up by having him gamahuch her till she came.
As she grew older, Helga became more selective about her clients. Her method today, as she tells me, is that when she receives a request to spend an evening at some person's house, she always informs the caller that she will have to check her schedule and call back to confirm the engagement.
During the call, she finds out the number, age, and sex of the children involved. If there is a likely-looking boy in the group, she accepts the assignment. If not, she tells the caller that she won't be free on that particular date. She has operated this way for some years and has no intention of changing. As she tells me, "There is nothing in my life that is more exciting than the look of wonder and almost silly awe on a young boy's face when he sees a girl's naked body, touches it for the first time, puts his mouth up against a cunt for the first time, and then later has his very first fuck. I'm too old to change, but I think I'm still young enough to enjoy it!"
She is, to be sure, decidedly direct and also somewhat cynical. She is also selfish, because she never once considered, so she told me, what aftereffects her seduction might have on the young charge whom she initiated into sex in a way that most parents and even wives and husbands might consider perverse. It is true that she is rather more amoral than deceitful and cruel in her desires, but in the long analysis, this does not rfd her of the responsibility of corruption of her charges. Perhaps it is too early yet to know just how much harm she may have done. That can be calculated only when the boys whom she initiated grow into manhood and discover that they have a certain penchant for sexual experiences which are not quite conventional and which may startle or disgust their future wives.
CASE HISTORY: Ilse W-
Although she had been a secretary to an importer in Berlin, Ilse W agreed to accept employment as a maid when she came to Canada about eight years ago. She believed that this would be the simplest way to learn English so that she could return to higher-paying office work in the shortest possible time.
As regards her social life, Ilse quickly discovered that most men whom she met were immediately anxious to take advantage of her because she was an immigrant and also a menial servant, hence not entitled to the respect one normally grants a woman. To an extent, and as she herself admitted to me, a good deal of this old assurance on the part of the males who tried to date her and then to fuck her came about through the inferiority complex Ilse had which was deepened by her inability to speak the language of her adopted country.
Psychologically, Ilse felt that children would be more likely to treat her as an equal, and hence she took a greater interest in them. This was especially so in the case of the thirteen-year-old son of her employer. The boy had been particularly kind to her and helped her with her English. One evening when they were alone in the house except for a younger sister who was already in bed, Ilse noticed that the boy was glancing at her thighs as she sat opposite him.
His attention quickly aroused her. At the time, she was twenty-two years old and she had already had regular fucking in Germany. Now she had been in Canada for five entire months without a single sexual adventure, and her body began to urge her to end this continence She also told herself that this was a chance to repay the boy for his kindness to her, and so she set about deliberately to seduce him.
As she pretended not to notice that she was looking, he absentmindedly scratched her thigh in such a way that her skirt hiked above the top of her nylon stockings. Then she casually glanced around, saw him staring frankly at her, and smiled gently at him.
Embarrassed, the boy got up and would have left the room, but she called him, "Don't go, Max." In her halting English, she said, "You don't do anything bad, wanting to look at me. It is good that a boy, a strong young boy like you, should want to look at a woman. Come, look all you want!" Then, patting the seat he had just vacated on the couch beside her, she lifted her skirt and nodded to him.
At first he was nervous, but Max couldn't resist and she lifted her skirt higher and again urged him to sit himself down beside her. Once he had done so, she murmured with a coquettish smile, "And wouldn't you like to feel my legs, too, besides just look at them?"
He couldn't resist. His hands began tremblingly to caress her thighs, both through the sheer nylon stockings and then above along the creamy bare flesh up to the hems of her panties.
When she knew that he was wildly excited, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and yawned it apart to show her tight white nylon bra, and then again invited him to feel it.
Before long, Max admitted that he had never seen a woman naked. He was panting with arousal when Ilse whispered to him, "I'll take off all my clothes, you can play with me if you wish, sweet little Max!"
"Oh yes, I want you to, oh how I'd like that, Miss Ilse!" he gasped. She smiled and nodded. Then she began to undress very slowly, and from time to time she stopped to allow him to fondle her. When she was wearing only her nylon panties, she murmured, "You can take these off by yourself, you're such a big man!"
He crouched down before her, his trembling hands moved under the waistband and then began to drag the panties down. Ilse told me that what had at first been a kind of playful challenge and a mild stimulus for her had now broadened into fierce desire which she knew she wouldn't even try to hold back. Her original intention had been to let Max see and play with her, and perhaps seduce him if she became sufficiently excited and he seemed interested enough. But now she was excited and there was no doubt about his interest!
"I want you to see all of me to know what it is like, to be a woman, how it is different from you, Max," she told him. She turned her back to him, and reached back to take his hands and put them on her bottom. "This is what you call in German my Hinterbocken or my Arsch, dear," she murmured. "What would you call it in English?"
"Your b-b-bottom ... or your a-a-ass, Miss Ilse," Max blurted.
"And this?" Now she turned to face him, and she took one of his hands and put it up against her furry cunthole, smiling knowingly at him. "What would you call this in English?"
"Your-your-p-p-pussy, Miss I-Ilse," he groaned.
"Just so. In German I would call it my kootzele, Liebling," she told him. "Now let me take off all your clothes so you can be like me and then we shall see how we are together, nicht wahr?"
And now it was her fingers that were trembling as she hastily undressed the strong, eager young boy. When he was naked, she exclaimed at his virility, for his prick was surprisingly large and very stiff. Her hands on his bottom cheeks, she pressed herself against him until she could feel his prick stab against her belly, and then squirmed about until she lowered it down to rub against the furry hairs of her cunthole.
"Put your hands on my bottom, too, Max," she huskily murmured, taking hold of his wrists and drawing his hands round her till they encountered the jouncy hillocks of her satiny bare bottom. The boy eagerly palpated and squeezed, while Ilse put her hands on his behind in turn to press him against her, greedily and excitedly feeling the friction of his aching young cock against her belly and her pubic hair. "This is the way a man and woman make love, almost, Liebchen" she whispered.
"Is that all they do, Miss Ilse?" he stammered, his humid, dilated eyes questioning her ardently.
"I will show you. You are such a good, stiff man, you will be good for us together. You watch, you will have pleasure as I will," she said in her halting English.
They got onto the bed, and he knelt up and stared avidly at her. Ilse determined this time to taste the exquisite pleasure of being gamahuched. "First, before I make your nice stiff Schwartz feel wonderful," she murmured, "I want you to put your mouth down here." With her forefinger, she designated her pussy. Eagerly, the boy bent his face down, and his mouth saluted Ilse's cunt with a long and almost reverent kiss which made the juices of her love-ardors begin to seethe. "Ach, das ist wunderbarisches gut! Now put your tongue inside, just a little, heinl" she passionately instructed.
Max did precisely as she demanded, for by now he too was aroused. Ilse writhed and squirmed, and then suddenly stiffened, her eyes rolling, as her hands grabbed for his head and mashed his lips against her pulsating cunt until the furious orgasm had its way with her.
A little later, as they lay side by side, her hand fondling his stiff cock and pinching the tip of it from time to time to keep his juices from spurting out, she murmured, "You were a darling. Just for that, I'm going to let you fuck me. You will put your Schwanz into my little warm kootzele, and you will push it back and forth and keep on doing it until I tell you to stop, verstehe?"
He nodded, unable to speak, his throat choked with the emotions that surged through him. Ilse now spread open her cunt lips, and nodded to him as she instructed him to put his prick just inside the pink gap. The boy proved a proficient pupil. In a few moments, Ilse was groaning again as he thrust his hard young tool deep into her cunt. Then she made him lie down atop her, put his hands under her bottom and squeeze it, telling him that whenever he pushed in hard, he should squeeze her bottom extra-hard so that she could get ready for it. And so in a few minutes, although he could not hold his essence back very long, Ilse achieved another violent, gushing come.
Ecstatic over the way the boy had learned how to become a lover after only one passionate lesson, Ilse now frenched him after a little rest, drew his prick back to its original youthful hardness and then this time, crouching on all fours, got him to get behind her, reach out and grab her titties and squeeze them, as he shoved his cock deep into her warm eager cunt. "Whenever you push in, Liebling" she told him, "pinch my butzen-not too hard, but just enough so I know to get ready for you. Oh, what a big strong man you are, my darling Max!"
And again, thanks to his virile young enthusiasm, Ilse achieved a seething, moaning come.
After that, she and Max had frequent sexual relations. If there were others in the house, she would whisper to him to meet her in some room where they were certain to be alone for a time, and there she would french him or let him gamahuch her. It was too dangerous to enjoy a fucking under such circumstances, but the spicy thrill of letting a boy suck and lick her cunt or herself lying on the bed while he knelt astride her face with his cock being sucked by her, was a thrill that she could not pass up.
She in turn discovered that the excitement of the young male in gaining her favors gave her in turn an even greater thrill than the attention of a skilled lover, such as she had had back in Berlin.
When Max was sent away to a private school, Ilse suddenly left her employer and found a job in another home where there was a fourteen-year-old boy whom she took pains to seduce about three days after she had begun the job. A few weeks later, she had the boy bring some of his friends to the house one at a time, and seduced them all. Each time, both boys would participate. Once, as she told me, "I let one boy fuck me and the other open up my bottom cheeks and stick his Schwartz into my bottom hole. Then I told him how to put his finger around and under me to find my clitoris, and to rub it while I was being fucked and he was buggering me, and I tell you, I almost fainted as I was a sandwich between those two strong boys!"
By now, needless to say, Ilse's ability to speak English had long since reached the stage where she could readily take office work. Yet she remains a maid precisely because she prefers these golden opportunities of seducing young males. Here, then, we find a young woman who suffered from a lack of confidence. She had reverted from socially acceptable officework to the inferior level of domestic service. And then, of course, she had the problem of a new language.
Where she felt inferior with adults in normal activities, the boys enabled her to regain a feeling of superiority. They appreciated her gifts, they were impressed with her maturity and beauty, and most of all, they would obey her every order.
She became their heroine, and it strengthened her own feeling of security.
Though at the first glance, you may say that this has worked ideally for her, it is really not the case. The longer she continues this kind of sexual adventure, the less chance there is that she will ever be able to develop confidence among her real equals and superiors. Ilse has actually regressed to a kind of emotional childhood, and she faces the frightening possibility of serious mental disturbance in the future. To be sure, she always runs the risk of the ever-present danger of prosecution and punishment as well as the possibility of physical danger if the parents of any of her victims should ever become aware of any of her activities. And yet, in choosing to accept these risks in order to gratify her sexual ardors, Ilse is far from alone. Her background, as you will agree, is different, but her motivation is, alas, an all too surprisingly common one.
CASE HISTORY: Janef B-
When I first met Janet B-, she was thirty-seven years old and an inmate of a reformatory, having been sentenced for the indecent sexual assault upon an eight-year-old boy. At that time, I was attached to several penal institutions as a general psychiatrist and counselor, and I found Janet hostile and taciturn on my first visit. A week later, I was quite surprised when I had word that she wanted to talk to me.
She was completely changed then, and it seemed that she wanted not only to talk, but to be cured of her warped desire to seduce little boys. She admitted to me that she had been doing this for years, and that her sexual appetites were becoming increasingly more voracious.
It all began, she recalled to me, when she was employed as a maid at the age of twenty-one. She was lying on her bed fully clothed resting, her door opened, and suddenly heard a sound. When she opened her eyes, she saw the nine-year-old boy of the house standing at the foot of her bed staring at her thighs, which were fully exposed. She had been lying on her back with her knees drawn up. Janet found this situation enjoyable. Thus instead of moving and closing her legs to hide herself, she continued to keep her eyes closed and moved about so that she exposed even more to the boy's view.
After a while, he became nervous and ran away. The very next day, she went to her room at the same time. Just as she expected, the boy peered around the edge of her partly open door and, seeing that her eyes were closed, called to her softly. But Janet didn't answer and pretended to go on breathing deeply, as if she were still asleep. So the boy crept into the room silently and began to look up her dress just as he had done the day before.
While he was thus absorbed in his preoccupying and stealthy task, Janet suddenly sat up and told him he was very naughty. She kept him from leaving the room by threatening to tell his mother, who was outside the house talking to a neighbor, then began to talk to him in a conciliatory and flirtatious way.
A few minutes later, she had lifted her skirt and slip high and was allowing him to finger her thighs and panties. Hastily going over to the window to make sure that his mother was still outside chatting with the next-door neighbor's wife, Janet removed her panties and said, "Hurry, you've just time, see what I've got. Here is my bummy and my pussy. Play with them with your hands, John dear."
The boy gasped, blushed, and then nodded. Eagerly his fingers moved around Janet's bottom, loins, insides of her thighs, and finally daringly touched her pussy.
"How would you like to kiss and lick it, John dear?" she teased.
"Oh yes-uh-huh, I sure would, Miss Janet!" the boy gasped.
Hastily, moving over to the edge of the bed from which she could catch a view out of the window and make sure that his mother was still engrossed in her neighborhood gossip, Janet drew the boy towards her by the wrist and then, straddling her thighs hugely, took hold of the back of his head and gently drew his face down to her cunt. At her whispered instructions, he began to kiss and then to tongue her pussy until, grinding her teeth, and tilting back her head, her eyes rolling, she exhaled a soft gasp as she felt her girl-cream ooze down to meet his rapturous gamahuching.
Janet repeated this several times, but eventually she found herself wanting to have a different boy so that she could be thrilled by his excitement in seeing and touching a woman's cunt and bottom and titties for the first time.
As a consequence, she began to spend all her spare time around the beach and the thickly wooded part behind it, since the family where she worked lived along the Maine coastline not far from Kennebunkport. Each time she saw a young boy alone, or two young boys in a reasonably secluded area, she would give them a show. She would pretend that she wasn't aware they were around, raise her skirt as if to let the breeze caress her panty-sheathed loins, or else she would slip her panties partway down, squat, and urinate, or again she would simply frig herself through her panties while pretending that she was alone.
When she felt that the boy or boys were excited enough by what they had seen, Janet would turn, smile invitingly, and beckon to them to come inspect her close up. Usually they would run away, but sometimes, especially if there were two or three boys who could take courage from one another, they would hesitantly come towards her.
Then, first making sure that no one else could see what was going on, she would tell the boys, "If you're real nice and don't talk about it, you can feel me all over. Here, you take my panties down, and the other two play with me until it's his turn." Then, she would shiver as the young fingers ran over her thighs, bottom cheeks, and cunt. If any of the boys showed an interest in her titties, she would ask them to remove her bra and tell them to suck or kiss or fondle her love globes.
Finally, she would tell them all about gamahuching, and assure them that all grownups loved it. Almost without exception, she found that the boys were willing to do this for her because of the novelty and the excitement of such an intimate act to a full-grown woman. She could always have an orgasm as long as a new boy was kneeling between her thighs with his mouth glued to her pussy and his tongue ramming deep into it.
One evening, while Janet was entertaining four boys, the sister of one of the boys who happened to live nearby went looking for her brother. When she saw what was happening to him, she hurried home to her mother. The mother came with a policeman, and Janet was arrested just before she had her fourth orgasm of that particular session! Arraigned in court, she pleaded guilty and was sentenced to two years in the reformatory after the judge had scathingly lectured her for having corrupted so many innocent young lives.
I could tell after my interview with her that the answer to her affliction lay somewhere deep in her past. So I questioned her as closely as I could. I felt that she was being truthful, but she wasn't able to provide the key that I needed to open her mind to herself. So when all else failed, I arranged for her transfer to the reformatory hospital where, after two days of careful preparation, I administered what is known as the truth drug, or sodium pentathol. As I had hoped, she achieved almost total recall, not only of childhood but of her infancy. She talked freely of her reactions and of things that had happened to her. Soon she told me that she was lying in her crib watching as the maid sat on the bed with her twelve-year-old brother. The maid had all her clothes pulled up so that she was naked from the waist down. Her brother was kneeling in front of the maid gamahuching her while the woman was massaging her big titties and finally uttered a loud cry as she began to quake and squirm with come.
The little girl that Janet was at the time was powerfully impressed by the size of this maid and the tyrannical hold she had seemed to hold over Janet's brother. In Janet's mind, her brother was big and strong, and so the power of this maid won respect. The impression lived on in her subconscious, till finally that day it was triggered off by the son of her employer who had peeked under her dress while she lay on her bed. And all the impressions formed in the mind of the little child came to life as if they had been frozen until that very day.
Once I had found this hidden motivation, Janet quickly responded to continued treatment so that I was eventually able to recommend an early parole for her. I have seen her several times since, and she assures me that not only is she no longer interested in boys, but, conversely, has become extremely interested in having fucking sessions with men of her own age. With a blush and a trace of embarrassment, she said to me, "Dr. Klow, now that I know what it's really like to have a man in bed with me, all I can say is that I certainly regret all the years I wasted on little kids." And this perhaps is the best conclusion of all that I can give this case!
CASE HISTORY: Ella L-
Ella L was born on a farm and came to Madison, Wisconsin, at the age of nineteen to do domestic work. Her third employer, for whom she went to work when she was twenty-four years of age, was a middle-class couple with sons of fourteen and twelve.
Ella welcomed being accepted as part of the family, since she was still quite lonely in Madison. She was a large woman, standing about five feet ten and weighing about 170. She wasn't fat, being big-boned, but she was too large to be considered attractive by most men and as a consequence very rarely had dates.
This was not to say, however, that she didn't feel sexual desire, but she usually took recourse in masturbation, pretending that handsome young men were making passionate love to her, frigging her, undressing her, and then fucking her to climax. She herself first had been fucked when she was only sixteen, but except for a few farm boys back in the country, she had had no sexual experience since then. Moreover, their fucking her had been a kind of curious novelty for them, and there had been little pleasure for her.
Ella looked forward to a return to country living when the wife and the two boys went to their lake cabin to spend the summer vacation. The husband came up on weekends, but the other three stayed right on through. The cabin was reasonably comfortable, but the facilities were primitive and comprised an old outhouse behind the cabin surrounded by thick bushes.
One afternoon while Ella was in the outhouse, she was certain that she heard a sound outside. Pricking up her ears, she detected the sound of deep, labored breathing, and she realized that one of the boys was peeking in at her through a crack in the wooden outhouse wall. This triggered in her memory a return to her own childhood in the country when she and another girlfriend had peeked through and seen many a male prick, and they once were rewarded by seeing her girlfriend's father jack off. Both of them had been amazed at the size of his big prick and even more amazed when they saw his seed spurting out.
This was a reverse situation, and Ella felt suddenly aroused. She was pretending that maybe the boy even had a hard-on and maybe even was jacking off as he watched her.
When she got up from the seat, she turned her back to the crack through which he was watching, held her skirts well up while she used the roll of toilet tissue. Then she very slowly drew her panties up before she finally lowered her skirt. When she left the outhouse, she pretended not to be aware that he had been there, and walked slowly towards the cabin where she sat on the top step to wait for him to appear.
When he came into view, she found it was the fourteen-year-old, Jim, and she saw he looked very guilty as he passed by her to go into the house. She smiled at him warmly and said something, but he mumbled something unintelligible and hurried inside.
Later that day, Ella went back to the outhouse, first making sure that the older boy was out in the yard while his younger brother and mother were in swimming. As she passed him, she smiled and winked, and she saw his look of surprise and felt a tickling in her pussy. Inside the outhouse, she waited until she heard him creep quietly to the crack in the wall. Only then did she very slowly lift her skirt and lower her panties.
She made a deliberate point of turning this way and that so that he could see both her cunt and her bottom. When she rose, she went through the same process to give him another exciting display of her body. Once again, when she met him in the yard, she smiled knowingly to let him know that she didn't mind at all his peeking in at her.
Jim was an early riser, while his mother and brother preferred to sleep late. Ella was counting on that the next morning, and she got up as soon as she heard him moving around the cabin. Once again, she gave him a smile and a nod of her head as she went outside to the outhouse. Sure enough, just as soon as she got inside the outhouse, the boy hurried to the yard behind her. Waiting until he was at his station, she pulled up her skirt but did not lower her panties. Instead she called him in a low voice, "Come in!"
He moved away from the wall quickly, and she was afraid he had run back to the cabin. But a few seconds later there was a timid knock at the door and she hastily opened it. Smiling at Jim, she slowly lifted her dress above the tops of her nylon stockings. When she saw his eyes goggle, she suggested they go back into the bushes, and he nervously agreed.
Out of sight of the house, the two stopped in a grassy clearing. "I like to have you look at me when I'm in there, Jim, did you know that?" she told him. Jim gasped, blushed, and then stammered, "You do?
Well, I-I look up your skirts sometimes when I see you bending over or going up the stairs."
They became more intimate in their conversation, and Ella drew him lurid details of how she had been fucked in the country. His eyes blazed with excitement, and she could see a swelling at the crotch of his trousers. Then he asked her to pull her dress up again, and she did so. But this time she pulled it all the way up till her panties were exposed.
Though it was rather impractical because of her build, Ella wore a garter belt and no girdle, and it was quite obvious that Jim was quite pleased with this intimate attire.
When she invited him to touch her, he was quick to do so. She began to tremble as she felt his strong young fingers on her thighs, then on her panties, rubbing her crotch, and rubbing the groove of her ass-hole through the panties. A few minutes later, both had agreed to take off their clothes and look at each other. By the time Ella had got down to brassiere and panties, Jim was naked, and she saw to her delight that he had a tremendous hard-on. She praised him, telling him how good-looking he was, and she murmured, "My goodness, you've got a cock as big as your dad, I'm sure you do-oh, you're going to be just awful when you get inside of me! But first, why don't you lie down here and feel me up a little bit before we do something else? Take my bra off."
Jim was nervous, but finally removed her bra. She twisted herself so that her big firm boobies swayed tantalizingly in front of him. After he had rubbed and squeezed them a little, she put one hand behind his head and drew him to her, while with her other hand she fed her nipple into his mouth. While he began to suck it, she put her hand down to his prick and began to pinch and fondle it, murmuring, "You know, grownup men and women fuck, and they put this hard thing you've got here into my little slit. Would you like to do that?"
"Oh yes!" the boy breathed.
"Then take my panties off, darling," she urged. She began to tremble in her knowledge of what she was going to do to him, as he crouched in front of her and began to drag her panties down her big round thighs. When she stepped out of them, she invited him to examine her very closely. She lay back in the cool grass, spreading her thighs, and she watched him stare down at her. Then she put her fingers to the lips of her cunt and gave him a full view of the pink vista.
"Can I-can I-you know, can I-f-fuck you, Ella?" he gasped.
"Yes, but you have to do something nice for me first. You have to gamahuch me."
"What's that, Miss Ella?"
"I'll show you. Put your face down right up to my pussy. That's a darling. Now kiss and lick it."
Jim was willing to pay the price for a fuck. But all of this, of course, was theoretical; Ella had never before been gamahuched, though she had heard her girlfriends tell about it, and she had often read books in which the act was mentioned and described. And since Jim was inexperienced too, it took quite a while before he was able to bring her to come. But at last it happened.
After that, she gained assurance from her own womanliness as she had him lie between her thighs and, taking his prick in one hand, opened her cunt with the other and guided it into her. Then she told him to fuck her, and she put her hands on his bottom and regulated his up and down thrusts until suddenly she felt his spurt inside of her. It was thrilling. When they had finished, they both dressed and went back to the cabin, each smiling over the secret.
The following days, Jim and Ella tried everything, including frenching and buggering, which the boy seemed to enjoy a great deal. In time, Ella seduced his younger brother, Peter, and spent many enjoyable evenings with both Peter and Jim when their parents were away from the house. Peter, Ella soon discovered, especially loved to gamahuch and be frenched, while Jim preferred fucking. Thus she had a boy available to match her sexual mood of the moment.
When the boys eventually grew up, Ella left her job and went to another house where there were four boys between the ages of eight to fifteen. Within a month she had trained them all and was again enjoying the rule of a dominatress over young male slaves.
When I first interviewed her, Ella was thirty-seven years of age and still working as a maid. She showed absolutely no sense of guilt or shame at all; indeed, she seemed quite proud of her ability to seduce boys, and continues to be delighted with their reaction to it.
When we study this case, we cannot be surprised when we know of all the factors. Because of her size and build, the average man will never particularly find Ella attractive in bed. On the other hand, young boys who have never before seen a mature female body are excited at being allowed to see and to touch her naked, and then to have the unexpected rewards of gamahuching and fucking her.
Her outlook is completely amoral, so there is no great danger that it will cause her any psychological damage. I am not so certain this is true of her young partners, but I shall discuss in another chapter of this work that sexual activities like these can do irreparable harm to those boys who are exposed to sex with older women before they have developed maturity enough to cope with this exciting and forbidden life.
CHAPTER TWO
The Teacher as Seductress
Let me say at the very outset, that there are thousands of teachers who are totally dedicated to the proper training of countless children, so I must express a sense of regret at having to mention those exceptions who have taken unfair advantage of their high position of trust. Yet, judging from the case histories in my personal file as a psychiatrist, counselor to many prisons, reformatories and hospitals, I can assure you that such exceptions do exist, though fortunately they are quite unusual and in the vast minority. It is true that no profession is safe from those who, through the warping of their psyches, compulsive motivations or uncontrollable sexual drives, utilize their positions of trust and proximity to corrupt the young charges in their care.
As for myself, my life has been entirely devoted to psychiatry, a profession which I both respect and revere. Nonetheless, I am aware of the existence of practitioners who have taken unfair advantage of emotionally disturbed women who come to their offices for consultation and who have subjected these unfortunate and innocent victims not only to sexual intercourse, but also to every lustful deviation and aberration known to man.
Although these men damage the profession, they are not capable of destroying it or diminishing the respect which the lay public holds for the progressive work done by all the honorable members in this field. Just so, I salute the teaching profession for its uniformly superlative work in taking impressionable young minds and preparing them to cope with the problems of maturity. It is regrettable that there are a few who use their status to indulge their lusts as pedophiles, homosexuals or lesbians. Also, just as in my own profession, the isolated and occasional case of some uncrupulous male or female teacher who coerces an innocent girl or boy to sexual surrender invariably meets with lurid emphasis in the newspapers and "slick" magazines, disseminated throughout the country. As a consequence, just one single case may wrongly influence the uninformed public to believe that all teachers must necessarily have the potential of corruption; an utter fallacy.
In this chapter, my case histories will conform to the theme of the book, which has to do with mature women who are drawn to young boys for their sexual satisfaction. We know that there are many motivations behind such acts, but there is always the common denominator in the nature woman who necessarily finds herself forced to indulge in some form of sexual activity with immature males in order to achieve her own selfish fulfillment.
CASE HISTORY: Rhea C-
During her high school and college career, Rhea C-had a reputation for sexual promiscuity. Indeed, her interest in boys was so great that her parents could not ignore it. Her father and mother frequently punished her, restricted her freedom, lectured her, but somehow Rhea C-could always find a chance to be sexually intimate with a boy. What her parents did not do was seek psychiatric help for her. In those days, just as even now, despite our sexual revolution, parents apparently prefer to hide such signs of mental illness-for such they are-rather than honestly face what they consider to be the shame of revealing it. They are, indeed, too much concerned with what the neighbors will think, and in my opinion this is one major reason that a growing incidence of juvenile delinquency exists.
I interviewed Rhea some little time ago, and she once told me how she was punished instead of given sympathetic and proper psychiatric aid. "One afternoon Dad happened to come out into the back garden, and I hadn't expected him to come home for a couple of hours yet. He ran a hardware store in this little town in Rhode Island where we lived. Well, anyhow, I was just in the middle of getting fucked by a nice, handsome, tall, fifteen-year-old boy by the name of George.
"Boy, was he a swinger! He even used safes, so you could tell right away he knew what the score was. We were going at it like minks, when all of a sudden I heard Dad let out a bellow. The next thing I knew, he had kicked George in the behind and told him to get the hell out of there. Then he dragged me by the hair into the house. He made me go right into my own bedroom and told me to get my clothes off, fast. I was crying, and I was partly undressed anyhow, and I knew there wasn't any sense arguing with him or trying to fight him. So I didn't.
"He had locked the door, and then he took off the belt from his pants, doubled it, grabbed me by the hair with his left hand and began to smack my bottom and legs and back with the leather. He was calling me a dirty little whore and every dirty name he could think of, and I was crying and begging him to stop, and dancing around for fair. I guess he thought he could lick the sex out of me, but he just couldn't."
It was no wonder that Rhea progressed from promiscuity to nymphomania. (This is the term used to denote a woman who insatiably goes from man to man in the vain hope that she will eventually find fulfillment, but never does because the sexual drive within her is repetitive and compulsory, preventing natural emotional unfolding.) It was true that Rhea was not particularly attractive, but this was not a deterrent in the least. Indeed, perhaps because she realized she was not quite so pretty as other girls, the fact that a boy would find her attractive enough to kiss her and fuck her, gave her reassurance and made her even more aggressive as a seductress. There are also young males who are not discriminating in their selectivity. It was enough for them that she was "available pussy," to use her own candid term.
When she came of age, nothing had changed. She was so unattractive that her sexual desires had blossomed even more. After college, having prepared herself in the educational field and having received her teacher's certificate, she took a post as a teacher in a junior high school. She soon discovered that there were fewer opportunities to find young males or even older ones who wanted to fuck her, than there had been in her school days. So, unable to find a partner for a long time, Rhea tried to satisfy her insatiable urges by frigging herself and pretending that a man was in bed with her. As usual, it wasn't sufficient. Orgasm itself did not help her; she desperately needed the accolade of male acceptance and approval.
Shortly after she began teaching, a fifteen-year-old boy asked for extra help with his algebra, so she asked him to stay after class. While she was explaining an equation, leaning over her desk, she happened to glance down and saw that her neckline was gaping open and that he was staring unabashedly at it. As she told me, "I began to get weak in the knees, and all of a sudden my pussy began to twitch. I didn't even stop to think how long it was. All I could think of was that I was going to find some way to let him fuck me."
She left the room for a few minutes to work out the problem, and when she returned, walked to his desk and quickly unfastened another button so that even more of her titties would be visible to him when she came close to his desk. The moment she bent over him again, his eyes at once, moved to her generously exposed titties. Then she brushed her thighs against him, and when he looked up at her bewilderedly, she kissed him hotly on the mouth.
As soon as the initial shock wore off, the boy began to fumble under her dress. "That's where I stopped him, Dr. Klow," she said, "and I took him into the storage closet next to the classroom. I kissed him on the mouth again, and then I told him, 'Go ahead and play with me, George.' I opened up his trousers and began to play with his stiff prick.
"It got me so hot just seeing it and feeling it, and with the thrill of being in the closet and the risk that someone might come in and wonder where I was, that I couldn't wait any longer. So I pulled down my panties, and bent over with my hands on the wall. I said to him, 'George honey, get behind me and hold on to my tummy, and then stick your prick right into my little pussy.' He did, and it was absolutely thrilling. I could feel his juice spurt into me."
The same thing happened the following day. Two days later, another boy, about the same age, came up to Rhea in the hall and smirked at her, and she eyed him indignantly. He came up to her and whispered, "Look, Miss C-, I know what you've been doing with George. I want some of the same, get me?"
Although she knew this was virtually blackmail, she gave him her home address and told him to come see her after school. When he did, her initial anger vanished, because he at once took her in his arms, plunged one hand under her skirt and began to tickle her pussy through her panties, while he french-kissed her. He apparently had had a good deal of experience with younger girls, although he later confessed he had never before "gone the limit." Before the afternoon was over, Rhea had stripped naked for him, put him to bed and let him fuck her, after first fondling his cock and then frenching it a little.
It wasn't long before world spread around the school that Miss C-"wanted it bad." Soon, she had all the male partners she needed. Once, she told me, as many as four came to her house in one afternoon. They would have an orgy that ended only when they weren't able to get up another hard-on. Hence, it wasn't surprising that before very much longer, word of her clandestine seductions came to the attention of the principal of the school himself. Since he wanted no scandal in the school, he instantly dismissed her.
Later, Rhea forged references and found another teaching post, where the very same fatal cycle took place. In all, she had lost four teaching positions before, in utter desperation, she sought psychiatric help and came to me.
I was able to effect a cure, but the tragedy was that she could have been spared so much suffering, so much sorrow and shame, if her parents had understood her problem when she was still an immature girl and hat taken steps to remedy her condition by finding an accredited psychoanalyst or psychiatrist.
CASE HISTORY: Alma J
I might have included this case in a later chapter which I devote to sadomasochism, but I allocate it here because it involves a woman who is able to stalk and seduce boys primarily because of her status as a teacher.
Alma J had a reputation as being a strict disciplinarian in a small school in a little town in upper New York State. There were just two teachers in this school, and both had full authority to use the trap on the children's hand for any breach of discipline. Alma Jtook full advantage of this regulation, but she was also known to be fair and just never to punish a student who didn't deserve it.
Soon, after arriving at the school one April day, Alma strapped a nine year old boy (whom we will call Tom) for talking in class. He received five strokes on each palm and cried pathetically.
Just before the final afternoon class, Alma caught him talking again. Dismissing the class, she told Tom to remain in his seat. Then she sat down and finished up her paper work until the other teacher came into her room to say that she was leaving. Alma told her that she herself would lock up. Later, making sure there were no other students or the janitor around, Alma locked the door and went back to face the frightened lad. She saw tears welling up in his eyes as she took the strap out of the drawer of her desk and called him to her.
"If five on each hand haven't been enough to cure you of talking in class, Tom, I'm going to give you ten on each hand this time," she told him.
"Oh, please, Miss J, oh please, don't do it! It'll hurt more, and my hands are still sore from this morning!" he blubbered.
She gave him a stern look and commanded him to put out his hand or else. Nervously, whimpering, Tom held out his left hand palm up. Alma lifted the strap high and brought it down with a sharp crack, as the boy wailed and danced from foot to foot.
After he had regained some measure of self-control, Alma announced that there were nine more lashes to come on that hand, and a full ten on the other. Tom began to implore her piteously not to punish him that way, and Alma felt this was the time to introduce the rest of her secret plan.
"You have to be punished, no matter how sore your hands are, Tom, because I want to cure you of the detestable habit of talking in class. Personally, though, I think a good spanking on the bottom would do you a world of good, much more than a spank on your hands. In fact, I'm going to give you a choice."
"Would you-if I did, would you use that awful strap, Miss J," he whimpered.
"No, I'd use only my hand. But I promise you it will be a good spanking just the same!" she retorted.
Tearfully, the boy agreed. Alma drew a chair up beside her desk and called Tom to her. Unfastening his belt, she let down his trousers to the floor. A moment later he was trembling as he watched his shorts join them, and then he was naked from the waist down.
Alma drew him down over her lap and began to spank him with her right palm. True to her word, she gave him a prolonged and very sound spanking, so that both the globes of his chubby behind were streaked and flaming when she finally allowed him to get up.
However, she did not permit him to put back on his clothes. Instead, she ordered him to stand bent over the front desk, with his still-naked bottom facing her from the vantage-point of, her own desk. Now Alma hurried back to her chair behind the desk. As she stared at the boy's crimsoned bottom-cheeks, she arched herself up in the air and stealthily slipped down her panties to her knees. Her eyes fixing on him, she put her left forefinger to her clitoris and frigged herself until she came. Then, languidly, she said, "All right. You can pull up your trousers and go home. Just don't forget this good lesson, or it'll be worse the next time, Tom!"
Subsequently, spanking instead of strapping the palms became the routine in class, and Alma was able to proceed with impunity because she knew very well that no boy who had been spanked would admit it. Spanking on the bare bottom was for little children, and no boy would lose his pride and self esteem if he were obliged to admit it. Throughout her years at the school, Alma followed the same cycle. A boy who had violated a rule or committed an indiscretion or a breach of classroom discipline would eventually be placed in the dilemma wherein he would choose to be spanked on his bare bottom across her lap, rather than to take the strap on his hands. She would spank him, make him bend over a desk later, and then frig her clitoris to come as she looked at the reddened, naked, twitching bottom.
Why, you may ask, did Alma want to spank boys? Why did she not employ them to fuck or gamahuch her rather than to frig herself as a kind of sublimation? Perhaps the basic reason is that in her college days, Alma went through a sorority initiation that included a good deal of bare-bottom spanking. As a sophomore, she was then able to spank freshman pledges and came to enjoy it. At the same time, she also discovered the joys of lesbianism and became addicted to that. Small groups of girls or perhaps just a couple would gather to exchange spankings, then gamahuch one another or perhaps do sixty-nine or frig each other at the same time. Some of the girls used to tell her how they used to spank little brothers and their boyfriends. Alma herself had no sexual interest in males, but she was invariably excited when she heard about boys or young men. So she vowed to herself that she would find the right school where she could compel boys to accept bare-bottom spankings from her.
This, then, was the motivation, and although she made lesbian connections with others living near the school or in the community around it, her state of arousal was such that after each spanking of a boy, it was imperative for her to frig herself to relieve the sexual tensions building up within her.
Strangely, despite her lesbian tendencies, she never spanked a girl. Girls who were to be spanked by her were given their punishment in the form of a strap across the hands. It may seem strange, but she never deviated from this pattern.
I myself did not have an opportunity of psychiatric consultation with Alma, but was told her story by one of her lesbian lovers, who in turn had gained her confidence and knew all the details about her previous life and her motivation.
CASE HISTORY: Elsie S-
Elsie S was a virgin when she married at the age of twenty-two. She remained married for six years, the man being seven years older than herself, when she found the marriage was disappointing and rather prosaic. Though both had said they wanted children, none were born to them.
One afternoon, when she was teaching a seventh grade class, Elsie called one of the bigger boys to the front of the classroom, after having rebuked him a couple of times for talking and disturbing the others. She commanded him to spend the remaining twenty minutes of the period standing beside her desk, so that he wouldn't distract the others who wanted to pay attention to their lessons.
Ignoring him, she continued to work. Later, when she glanced at him, he seemed to be staring at her, and then he blushed and looked away from her. It bothered her, but since she did not understand why he had acted that way, she turned back to her work. When she again glanced at him, a few minutes later, she observed the same reaction.
By chance, she glanced down at herself and observed that her dress had been pulled high up on her thighs, but that since the desk kept her from being seen by the class, only the boy beside her could see that her legs were exposed as high as the top of her stockings.
She was about to pull her dress down, but stopped. She couldn't explain why, but she suddenly decided to leave her dress just as it was. When the period was over, Elsie found that she was strangely excited and full of nervous tension. That evening, indeed, she frigged herself to sleep.
The next day, the same boy acted up again, and she once more ordered him to stand beside her desk. This time, however, she looked down and saw that her dress was only slightly hiked up. Making sure that the other students were paying attention to their work, she moved her chair back a little and lofted her skirt even higher than it had been the previous day, so that this time a full inch of bare creamy thigh was revealed above the top of her nylon stocking. Then she called the boy to take his place beside her.
From to time to time, she glanced directly at him. She saw that he was staring at her bare legs, and the same feeling of excitement swirled through her. When the period was over, she ordered the boy to remain behind. When at last they were alone, Elsie swung her chair around to face him, without moving her dress, because she didn't have to look down to see how much she was showing, and she could see that his eyes were firmly fixed on her legs.
"Richard, why do you keep acting so badly?" she asked.
Richard, the fourteen-year-old boy, startled her by blurting out, "It's-well, Miss Elsie-it's because you've got such gorgeous legs and I want to look at them. That's why!"
Elsie hadn't exactly known what she intended to do with Richard when she kept him behind after class, but suddenly she saw herself pulling her dress slowly even higher over her thighs. Richard stared at her, then walked towards her and Elsie held her breath, her pulses pounding. Without saying a single word, the fourteen-year-old youngster knelt before her and kissed one of her stockinged legs just above the knee.
She gasped and blushed, but he didn't stop. The kiss kept moving up until it touched the naked thigh above her stocking top, and she felt herself trembling with a kind of desire which her husband had never inspired in her in her seven years of fucking.
"Richard, I want you to come home with me," she gasped, as she pushed his face away. She too was blushing, and she didn't know what had impelled him to make such an invitation. When she drove him to her house, she was asking herself how she would dare such low animal-like, lustful, but wonderfully filling of a thing, but all she knew was that deep down inside her pussy, she wanted to be alone with the boy and see what would happen.
As soon as she closed the front door behind her, Elsie saw that she was just as nervous as he was. She lifted the hem of her dress and pulled both it and the slip above the top of her nylon stockings.
"Kiss my legs just the way you did before, Richard," she instructed.
Immediately the boy dropped to his knees before her, his hands going to the back of her thighs, moving up and down to her calves and then he kissed the front of her thighs. Soon, his kisses rose to her panties, and he pressed his mouth against the crotch, feeling the furry thicket of her cunthole. Now his hands were palming her behind, rubbing the panties up and down against the firm round cheeks.
Elsie uttered a groan and then swiftly disrobed, scattering her clothes all over the floor. She took Richard by the hand and led him to the couch, and the boy, still fully dressed, mounted over her with a vigor and a decision that stunned her. Even her husband had not taken her so. She felt her thighs being spread apart, and she cried out as suddenly his mouth came down against her cunt. She hadn't known anything about gamahuching, except perhaps vaguely; now for the first time she was experiencing it, and she groaned and arched and squirmed in passion. For the first time in her life, Elsie was brought to come. After it was over, the boy unfastened the belt of his trousers, dropped them, unfastened the shorts and dropped them too, and then lay down on top of her.
"I want to fuck you, Miss Elsie," he panted.
"Oh yes, Richard," she groaned.
She felt his hands on her titties and then she felt the stab of his prick against her cunt lips, already wet with love juice. She groaned as she felt his cockhead slip in between the lips and traverse the channel of her quaking cunt. She did not come again, but that fucking was far more enjoyable with the boy than it had ever been with her husband.
When it was over and both were dressing, Richard stammered, "My gosh, Miss Elsie, I've played around some with girls, but they're nothing like you! You're a real woman, you are!"
Thus flattered and homaged, Elsie and Richard settled into a pattern of meeting after school about two or three times a week. However, after a few weeks, Richard's family moved away, and Elsie was left alone and again forlorn.
But now that she had discovered the thrill of seducing a young boy, she began to try the pattern again, till at last she was caught. The school authorities didn't prosecute her, but they did discharge her, and at the same time her husband told her he was going to divorce her. She had at the time proposed a separation from her husband, but he had said, "Let's let things go as they are." Now, with the scandal, he wanted a divorce.
In despair, she went to her family doctor, who referred her to me. I discussed this with her at great length, then I called in her husband and told him she was not alone in the matter of blame. After about three months of consultation, their marriage was gradually revived, her husband became a less inhibited sexual lover, and Elsie was able to resume teaching in another city, with all the promise of a new life.
It was true that Elsie did seduce Richard and the others who followed him, but this case shows us that here a mature woman of good judgment and rational control, who was driven to seduction by overpowering circumstances over which she had no personal control. She had had from the first, it appeared, a relatively high sex drive, and she had been wed to a man who considered sex merely a mechanical and routine experience, to be done as quickly as possible and then forgotten. So when Richard's wandering glance had excited her, all the frustrations of these years of marriage culminated into passion.
All the time she was seducing boys, Elsie knew, as she told me, that she was doing wrong. "But they gave me what Jack wouldn't give me, and I just couldn't stop it, Dr. Klow," she said.
I was grateful that her husband was able to see that his was really the major part of the blame. If he had gone through with that divorce, she might well have gone through life with a fixation for young boys, which might well have warped and destroyed her life. By destroying her marriage, her husband would as much as told her that only young boys could give her sexual satisfaction, while mature men like himself could give her no pleasure or interest.
Fortunately she sought and received help in time, and is now cured. I still have letters from her today, thanking me for my insight. But what I wonder most is how many women there are today lying awake far into the night, feeling ashamed of their desire for young boys, but knowing all too well that tomorrow or the next day or the next, they will seek out another boy and begin the eternal, fatal cycle all over again.
CASE HISTORY: Beth J
Beth J taught in a private school for girls in England until she got married, a virgin at the age of twenty-nine. The marriage was sexually satisfactory and most congenial, but it lasted only two years before her husband was killed in an automobile accident. Bereaved and distraught, she left England and came to the United States.
For two months, the change of scene helped Beth J escape her sense of loneliness, but soon the novelty wore off and she began to be bored and plagued by a feeling of uselessness and utter boredom and sorrow. Her husband had an excellent insurance policy and she didn't need to work, but nonetheless she decided that only work could distract her and get her mind off her grief for her dead husband. When she checked the want ads, she found an advertisement seeking a tutor to work with a fifteen-year-old boy. She answered the ad, and the boy's mother was delighted to have an English private school teacher instruct her boy. And so it was arranged that Beth would come to the home three evenings a week. The boy, she soon learned, was intelligent but lazy. Although he was big for his age, there was an effeminate quality about him.
Within a short week, Beth saw that unless she were allowed to take drastic action, she would be wasting her time trying to teach a boy who had no interest in learning. When she told this to the mother, the latter pleaded with her to keep trying. Beth replied that she would continue to teach the boy only if she had free rein to do as she saw fit, and the mother at once agreed.
So the next time Beth came to study with the boy, whom we shall call Jason, she was delighted to find that his mother was out, as usual. Within a quarter of an hour, it was evident to her that his mind was wandering, as it always did. Laying down her book, she seized him by the wrist and dragged him from his chair. Before Jason knew what was happening, Beth had lowered his trousers and shorts and pulled him across her lap. He had a big, white-skinned, rather girlish soft behind which soon turned a bright red as she spanked him. In spite of his cries of protest, she continued to spank until the palm of her hand stung.
When she finally pushed him off her lap and told him to put back on his clothes, Beth waited till he had recovered from his crying and had got his clothes in order, then ordered him to go back to the lesson. She was pleased to see immediate improvement, and so the very next evening, when his interest began to wane, she took him across her lap, lowered his clothes and spanked his bare bottom. But this time there was a difference. The night before she had spanked him in anger, but this time she found a certain excitement which surprised her.
As a consequence, almost every lesson after that featured at least one spanking, and it seemed to her that Jason went out of his way to earn these punishments. As she told me, she recalled that it was about the sixth lesson under the new system of discipline which she had set down, when she ran afoul of the rules and ordered him to strip naked. But before taking the boy over her lap, this time Beth drew her skirt and slip high up on her thighs so that he was lying over her bare thighs and nylon sheathed legs as she began to spank. As she spanked, she felt him wriggling across her lap and she became even more excited than usual. Though she didn't know exactly what she was going to do, she suddenly stopped the spanking and made the boy kneel down between her parted thighs.
"Now, as part of your punishment, Jason," she said in a husky voice, "I want you to kiss my legs. Not only that, but all over my panties."
Tearfully, hoping to escape more of the spanking, Jason complied. His awkward boyish kisses aroused her furiously, and before long Beth was so excited that she took off all her clothes and was stark naked. Leading him over to the couch, she pulled him onto her body, and, rubbing his prick and balls until his organ was furiously hard, commanded, "And now, to finish up, you're going to fuck me, Jason."
Beth told me that Jason, once his timidity over punishment was lessened and he felt the delight of sticking his cock inside her warm tight quivering cunt, began to fuck her vigorously and drove her to a hot come. This pattern was therefore repeated in future lessons, and taught him how to gamahuch her. When she had her time of the month, she frenched him.
Since he didn't want to waste their precious time together actually studying, Jason applied himself to his schoolwork and showed a truly amazing improvement. Beth feared that she would no longer be needed as a tutoress, and she discussed this with his mother. The latter wouldn't even consider letting her stop tutoring Jason, and so Beth went on tutoring him until he was ready for college. She was adjusted to her new way of life and completely fulfilled. With the excellent reference from Jason's mother, she had no trouble in finding other boys who needed private tutoring. With the experience she had gained from seducing Jason, she was able to conquer each one in turn.
She still writes me from time to time, and I understand that she is still following the same pattern and is completely happy. And yet I wonder at the reaction of the parents of these boys, if they were ever to find out just how much education their sons are receiving from this brilliant but misguided woman. One cannot perhaps condemn her too much for her bereavement and her desire for emotional fulfillment, since as a virgin she was brought into the sexual aura by a considerate and expertly loving husband, and then deprived through death. Yet if she had sought psychiatric help earlier, she might have been able to accept a mature man as replacement for her dead husband.
CASE HISTORY: Millie E-
Millie E came from a strictly religious family and thus was brought up with a rather narrow outlook on life and especially sex. She was never popular with boys, almost never dated, and the only "necking" she ever did on such few dates as she had was a rather prissy goodnight kiss.
At the age of twenty-seven she became a teacher and devoted all her energies to her work. Five years later, she established a friendship with a male teacher at the same school and eventually gave him her cherry. During their liaison, he talked to her of divorcing his wife and marrying her, and she believed him implicitly, simply because she wanted to.
But after they had established regular fucking relations, the man became evasive about the divorce. Before long, Millie realized that it had been just a line to get into her cunt, and she angrily broke off the affair. It wasn't, alas, that simple for her. Having once tasted the joys of fucking, Millie could not go back to continence; she had climaxed often, she had thrilled at the feel of a man's cock inside her pussy, his hands clutching her bottom or titties, his mouth crushing hers as she felt his hot seed inside her. She couldn't give it up.
She tried to sublimate by frigging herself to climax, but it didn't satisfy her. Then, one day while sitting in class, she looked at all the boys sitting in front of her and with a stare realized here was virgin terrain, candidates who could well provide the solution to her pressing problem.
In her ninth-grade class, the boys were mostly fourteen and fifteen years of age, and therefore sexually inexperienced, but extremely curious. All she had to do, she told herself, was find the right approach to lure them into bed, and then she would have all the fucking she needed. And she wanted a lot.
A hell of a lot of fucking.
Millie E had been known among her students as a strict, very hard teacher, but changed into a rather pleasant person, particularly so with the boys in her class, and these were very quick to notice the difference.
One March day, Millie called one of the fifteen-year old boys aside and had him stay after everyone else had gone, and then remarked that he wasn't doing so well in history and offered to help him with extra study. John-we shall call him quickly assented.
Accordingly the next afternoon, just before the last bell rang, Millie called John up to her desk and told him that something had come up that would force her to leave the school for a few minutes. So instead of working in the classroom, it would be better if he came up to her apartment where it would be quieter. Again he agreed. There was no doubt that he was puzzled over what had come over this former tyrannical despot, but he was primarily concerned with passing his history course.
When he went to the apartment and rang the bell, Millie was already home. She had quickly changed into a semi-sheer blouse so that he could see her bra, and she was also wearing a thin skirt with no slip so that when she passed in front of the window or stood there with her back to him, he had a dazzling view of her legs and the base of her behind.
John and Millie settled down quickly and were making progress when Millie suddenly noticed that it was getting late. On a sudden impulse she said casually, "John, why don't you call your folks, tell them you are studying and that I have offered to cook dinner for you so that you can go on studying and get more work done."
"Yeah, sure," he agreed. He gave her another odd look, and went to the telephone and dialed his mother's number. He came back a few minutes later to report his mother was grateful and sent her thanks. Then the two of them went back to their studies. From time to time Millie would leave him to study a particular section while she went back into the kitchen to see that dinner was coming along properly.
By the time it was six o'clock, John had already done a great deal of good work and dinner was ready, and they took time out for the meal. He and Millie chatted easily throught the repast, and John told her, "You know, Miss E-, I've suddenly got a lot of interest in history."
"Well, since you have that interest, John, you'll find that the rest will be very easy. But we shouldn't try to do too much our first lesson, just in case you might forget what you've been cramming."
"I suppose so," he admitted with a nod.
She gave him a friendly smile. "I'll bet," she hinted, "you'd rather think about girls than history."
"Oh, gosh, no, Miss E-" he blurted. "I've never been out with a girl or dated, or anything."
"Not ever?"
"Well, maybe just once."
"And what did you do with the girl when you were out with her, John?"
"Well, I just kissed her once or twice, that's all."
"I see," Millie laughed softly. She carried two cups of coffee back into the living room, placed them on the coffee table in front of the couch. John sat beside her, and he couldn't help glancing at her voluptuous body. "Do you like to see me this way instead of in class, dear?" she asked.
"Yeah, sure," he gasped, blushing hotly.
"How would you like to see, all of me?" she suddenly asked. His eyes goggled. This new Millie was something beyond his comprehension, but her sudden incredible offer was much too good to turn down. The thought of seeing her ripe mature body dazed him.
He was shaky.
He thought he might faint.
She smiled again at him as if in encouragement. Then she put down her cup, lifted her dress to hook a garter tab which she had earlier unfastened just to make this pretext. She smiled slowly at him as she pulled the skirt well back and worked lingeringly at hooking the garter tab to the top of the nylon sheath. "Do you like my legs, John?" she huskily demanded.
"Oh gosh-sure-I sure do, Miss Millie!" John panted.
"Well, touch them if you want," she murmured.
Nervously the boy placed his fingertip on the top of one nylon stocking, and then, after a moment, both his hands began to caress as Millie E-leaned back on the couch and started to unbutton her blouse. By the time he looked up, the blouse was wide open and her magnificent titties thrust out in the snug bra to his startled eyes.
"Oh gosh!" he blurted again.
"Would you like to touch and feel them, too, John, dear?" she invited.
He didn't answer this time, but his hands left her legs and began to fondle the cups of the bra. Meanwhile, Millie slipped her blouse right off, then unfastened her skirt at the waist so it would be ready to fall down any time she wanted it to. Pushing the slip down a little, she took one of his hands and brought it towards her upper right thigh. By now, John had lost most of his nervousness and he began to rub with his palm the soft bare skin of her upper leg, for she had let him feel just under the panties.
Then he gasped again-but he didn't draw back when Millie Eopened the front of his trousers, took out his erect prick and began to cuddle it between her thighs, smiling tenderly all the while. After a few moments she stood up and told him to push the skirt down. As he did so, it fell at her feet and she stepped out of it.
Standing beside the couch, she put her hands to his cheeks, kissed him on the mouth and whispered to him, "Kiss me back, dear, if you like me," and he did so. "You can feel me up too," she invited, and here again he obeyed. His hands roved over her bare back, her pantie-sheathed bottom as she pressed her crotch against his stiff prick.
"Would you like to take my bra and panties off for me, so we can both me more comfy, John dear?" was her next question.
"I'll say!" he growled. He reached behind her, and she bent a little so he wouldn't have any trouble finding the hooks and eyes of the bra. When it fell away from her, his hands, at once, grabbed her naked titties, and so it took him quite a while before he began drawing down her nylon panties. This, he did slowly, standing behind her and staring at her plump round naked bottom cheeks.
All the time, he kept turning his head and bending a little so that he could take a look at her cunt. "Oh my," Millie laughed, "If that's what you want to see I'll make it easy for you."
She laughed a gain.
With this, she lay back on the couch, bending her knees, and spreading her thighs wide. "Come look at it and touch it," she invited. And so John, kneeling between her legs, his face aflame, staring closely at this the first cunt he had ever seen, and then began to finger it, almost reverently.
"Why don't you take off all your clothes and be like me, darling?" was her next question. John needed no second invitation. Now they lay together on the couch, while Millie whispered to him, "Feel me up, all over and reach under and squeezy my bottom. A girl-likes that from a nice handsome boy like you."
As he did so, her excitement rose. "How would you like to gamahuch me and have me french you back?" she suddenly demanded.
"What's that, Miss Millie?" he panted.
"I'll show you. Gamahuching is when a boy puts his mouth and tongue to a girl's pussy, like right here," she pointed to her cunt. "Trenching, dear, is when a girl takes a boy's cock like yours," she touched it, "into her mouth and sucks and licks it. Would you like to have me do that to you?"
"Oh yeah-but do you know what I really want to do most?" his voice was trembling with lust.
"What's that, darling?"
"I want to fuck you, Miss Millie."
"Of course, you do, and I'll let you, if you'll get me ready. You see, when a boy fucks a girl, he has to get her all excited and hot, or it won't be nice for him. Now, if you'll gamahuch me, you'll get me all ready to give you a wonderful fucking. Would you like that?"
He nodded frantically, too dazed with his good fortune to speak. She took hold gently of the back of his head with both hands and gather him down until his face was right up against her cunt. He began to suck and lick at her orders, and she held him there until she finally came. Even then, he seemed reluctant to stop, then she laughed softly and said, "Now you can fuck me, darling, because you've earned it."
She was trembling with anticipation for what was to come, and she kept him kneeling between her bare thighs for a little while as she excited him with talk about what was going to happen and how it was going to feel: "Your cock aches right now, doesn't it, John?" she pursued. "Well, once you stick it, right inside the little pink lips of my pussy, you're going to feel as if you were in heaven. My pussy is going to work on your cock, it's going to kiss it inside-and you'll be able to feel it. Now, see if you can try it."
The boy was trembling violently, and Millie knew it wouldn't take him too long, but by now she was frantically excited. Slowly, watching her open the lips of her cunt for him, he took hold of his cock rather clumsily and stared into the soft pink gape. Then at her instructions he sank down and lay over her, and began to execute a few jerky ins and outs. It didn't take him long to lose his juice, and he lay panting and groaning.
Less than an hour later, Millie guessed that he could be made ready for a second performance, which, with some luck, would be prolonged enough to give her a good hot come. So at her artful suggestion, they began to fondle and kiss each other. When she saw that his cock was beginning to show signs of stiffening again, she made him lie on his back, knelt over him, and began to suck and lick his prick so that it became tremendously hard all over again.
Lying on the couch, she made him fuck her again, this time his endurance was so much better that she achieved the hot seething come she yearned for.
Just as Millie E expected, John spread the word of his conquest around the school. Something had told her that he was still too immature to be able to resist the temptation to brag. Before long, many of the boys were staring at her in a way that indicated they wanted exactly what John had had. She could therefore take her pick among the best looking and biggest developed boys, and she would invite them to her apartment and engage in varied sexual activities with her. Word of all this reached the school authorities a few months later, and a major investigation was made. It was discovered that Millie E-had seduced at least twenty-five boys, many of them more than once. There was, of course, no prosecution, since the authorities wanted no scandal that might perhaps ruin the school permanently.
Millie E-left the city and disappeared. In view of her background, my belief is that she has found another job teaching where she can again seduce boys to procure the kind of sexual delight she needs.
To older men, she is unattractive, but to a panting, teenaged boy who sees a woman for the first time, she personifies everything that is mysterious, exciting and beautiful in a woman. As for Millie herself, the admiring and adoring boy, gives her much more than fucking. His eyes reflect his excitement and pride in the wonder of seeing a womanly naked body. A mature man would lie to her with a smooth technique and make her feel that she was desirable. But Millie has learned enough to know that a boy's expression is the most candid and sincere. In a word, she seeks not only sex but appreciation to satisfy her own ego.
It would be too difficult for her to find among the mature males one who would cherish her for what she is. With boys, it is easier because of their inexperience. She is not the first woman who has made this discovery and will certainly not be the last. We find in her case, indeed, one of the most common motivations for the seduction of boys by grown women.
CASE HISTORY: Zora Y-
Zora Y gives us another case history of still another teacher who used the punishment of students to lead her boys into the trap of seduction. Strangely enough, although she was a very beautiful woman at twenty-six, she never dated grown males and she had no male friends at all. She was completely candid in telling her story to me, and I shall pass it on to you, my readers, in the same manner.
During her first year of teaching in a small rural school in North Dakota, where strapping was not only permitted but encouraged, Zora established herself as a strict disciplinarian who would allow no misconduct and no laziness in completing schoolwork.
However, she never administered these strappings during class. Any student who had earned one was kept behind after the final class. Those students who were to be punished were sent outside the room to wait their turn. She always took the girls first, always one at a time.
Although during class, her manner was usually firm and even despotic, when it came time to administer punishment, Zora seemed to undergo a startling transformation, becoming quite pleasant and speaking in a gentle voice to the condemned culprit. Nevertheless, she always used the strap so hard that the child always cried. The punishment was given on the palms, not on the buttocks.
She arranged punishment sessions so that the boy who had committed the most serious offense during the week was always last to receive his strapping. The usual punishment comprised five strokes on each hand with a composition strap which guaranteed a long lasting sting. For more serious offenses, it could be as many as ten to each palm.
Zora told me very clearly the details of her first "special strapping," as she called it. It is not surprising that she can recall it so clearly, since she had obviously planned it well in advance. Her victim, whom we shall call Mark, was thirteen. As she escorted him into the classroom with her arm around his shoulder, her voice was sweet and gentle. However, Mark had seen several of the students leave crying so he knew that the gentleness of her voice gave no assurance that he would escape. Once she had locked the door, Zora escorted the boy to the far side of the room before going to her desk to pick up the strap which she held up for him to see clearly. She recalled to me that there were signs of tears in his eyes as he glanced at it and knew how it was going to sting his hands. She took first his left hand and made him hold it out, and administered seven very hard strokes to each one in turn. He began to cry after the first stroke and was screaming by the time she finished.
Then, dropping the strap, she hugged him to her and told him that she knew how much it hurt. "You see, Mark, because you took your punishment so well, I'm going to show you something that will make your hands feel much better, you'll see," she urged. Then, taking both his wrists, she drew his hands around her, moved them under her wide skirt and pressed his hands upon her bare bottom. Needless to say, she had taken her panties off before calling him into the room. Mark began to stop crying, his eyes widening, as his smarting hands felt the smooth warm skin of her bare behind. "It will make your hands better if you move them all around, dear," she murmured.
He soon took advantage of the offer and was massaging her satiny bottom-cheeks. "Does that make you feel better?" she pursued.
"Oh, yes, Miss Zora!" Mark gasped enthusiastically.
"Does it always make your hands feel good when you rub a woman's bare behind?" she slyly asked.
"Oh, but I never did it before!" he gasped just as she had known he would.
"And you mean you've never seen a woman's bare behind?" Zora felt excitement growing in her.
"Oh no, Miss Zora, I'd sure love that!" There was not even a trace of sob in his voice when he answered.
Letting him go, Zora slowly raised her dress and slip until she exposed herself to him naked from the waist down except for her garter belt and her nylon hose. Certain that he had stared lingeringly and reverently at her cunt, she slowly turned and showed him her naked behind. Mark was trembling, but that was only the beginning of his education.
"Why don't you kneel down and kiss my pussy?" she urged. He gasped again, wordlessly, and promptly sank down to his knees. Putting his hands to the back of her thighs, he gradually moved his face against her cunt, and soon he was beginning to kiss. Before she let him go away from her, she murmured. "Now put your tongue in there and rub it around, darling."
By the time he had done all she wanted and made her come, she had to speak sharply to get him to move away from the first cunt he had ever seen and touched.
Then she let him kiss her bottom, and after that, she herself drew the cheeks apart and commanded, "Now kiss my bumhole, darling."
After he had done so, she dropped her skirt, opened the front of his pants and found his stiff prick throbbing. Standing behind him then, she took hold of it in her palms and began to rub it and then finally jacked him off with one soft hand till the spurt of his seed and his cry of anguished bliss told her that he had come.
Officially his "strapping" was over, and he was allowed to leave the school and go home. As soon as she had locked the door behind him, Zora hurried back to her chair, pulled up her skirt and frigged her clitoris. Then, putting her panties back on, she went home feeling completely fulfilled and relaxed. Having set this pattern, she followed it without a single deviation. If a single day went by without a boy to strap, Zora felt cheated. Locking the door, she would put the strap on the desk in front of her, and frig herself as she thought of the last boy she had strapped and then seduced, although of course she did not let the boy fuck her.
This ritualistic pattern lasted about four months until one boy told his parents about how nice Miss Zora was when she strapped him. Not realizing what he was saying, he gave his stunned mother all the details.
There was a quick investigation, other boys broke down under the questioning of the principal and Zora was arrested. Her father, who lived in the city where I was practicing at the time, heard the news and wired me to fly down to see what I could do for her. After a lengthy interview with the young woman, I was able to convince both the judge and the district attorney that rather than being a criminal, Zora was actually a sick woman and would be better served by having psychiatric treatment than by going to jail.
This, however, required the agreement of the boy's mother to drop the charges. So I went to talk to her. She was delighted with her power over the errant woman, and she told me that she would agree to drop the charges if Zora would accept a whipping from her. I was somewhat dubious about it, but the woman agreed that I should be present to make sure that she didn't hurt Zora too much.
After I conferred with the beautiful teacher, the latter agreed. So thereafter I was present at the woman's home when she sent her children away, ordered Zora to strip naked, lean over the table to receive severe thrashing with a wide leather belt which was doubled.
As the hard belt slapped Zora's smooth white bottom-cheeks, the naked young woman writhed and kicked and pleaded for mercy, till I finally ordered the mother to stop. While I waited for her to dress, I saw the gleam of excitment in the mother's eyes, and I knew that she was greedily aware that she had received sadistic and erotic enjoyment from applying this whipping. She boasted that she used the same belt to whip her children, and my heart went out to them. No, it wasn't difficult to understand why the boy had considered his strapping from the teacher a "very nice one."
I was intrigued, as you yourself would have been, to know what it was that had driven this beautiful young woman to such antisocial actions. When we began our psychiatric sessions, I learned from Zora that when she was fifteen, she had been abducted by a man who had lived in the neighborhood and had long lusted for her. He had taken her to a deserted garage, gagged her, undressed her, pinched and spanked her titties and bottom, and finally fucked her, taking his time about having his complete pleasure.
Unfortunately, Zora's parents had not been well informed enough to discuss the matter with a psychoanalyst at the time of this brutal rape. The result was that Zora had formed an intense hatred toward all men. And as a teacher, she was in a position to punish boys who are, after all, the prototypes of young men. Because of this, she felt that she was debasing all manhood by forcing these boys to kiss her cunt and ass-hole. And the idea of having them clasp her bottom cheeks after she had strapped them, was to rouse them sexually so that they would do all the things she then demanded.
This also explains why at punishment time she changed to a different voice and soothing manner. Her own subconscious mind was telling her that what she was doing was wrong. By being gentle in her voice and manner, she believed she was compensating for this.
If this seems somewhat far-fetched, let me assure you as a psychiatrist, that the human mind is a most complex and delicate instrument. Damaged, twisted, or altered in any way, even slightly, it is capable of incredible things. So it was with this beautiful misguided woman, who certainly was not to blame for that atrocious, and traumatic rape which had been inflicted on her during her adolescence.
CHAPTER THREE
The Seductress As Exhibitionist
While this book deals in the main with women who introduce young boys to initiation in fucking or similar acts like gamahuching, we find still another group o adult female who must be considered as falling into the scope of our context.
These women obtain sexual arousal and, even in some cases, orgasmic satisfaction, just by exhibiting their bodies in various stages of nakedness to young boys.
One immediate example which comes to mind is a woman who will sit carelessly in a restaurant, bus, or park so that her upper thighs are disclosed to view. When she sees a boy watching her, she will either maintain the pose or exaggerate it so that he sees even more.
When such women are asked about why they do what they do, they only answer that they refuse to be intimidated by a mere youngster, and that if he wants to look, let him. This, however, is not at all accurate from the psychiatric point of view. Either the woman is what we call vulgarly a "teaser" or an exhibitionist. As we shall see in a further chapter, such conduct may be a preface to seduction, but that aspect in itself will not be considered here.
CASE HISTORY: Marianne D-
Marianne D had been married at the age of twenty-eight and enjoyed a moderately happy marriage with her husband for about four years. He fucked her once or twice a week regularly, and though he was not a very imaginative lover, it was, to quote her, "good enough for what I needed."
However, while riding a bus one day, Marianne noticed a boy of about fifteen staring at her from across the aisle. When she took particular notice of the way he was looking and glanced down at herself, she discovered that much of her left thigh was visible to him.
About to pull her dress down, she then changed her mind. When she glanced at the boy, she was certain that he was excited, which gave her a sense of power. Without letting him know that she was aware of his glances, Marianne began to cross her legs frequently, and to be sure that she displayed a little more of her thigh each time.
By the time the boy got up to leave the bus, Marianne could see that he had a hard-on, which made the little episode all the more thrilling for her. Just a few stops later, a man took the seat which the boy had occupied, and she noticed him also stealing glimpses of her legs. This did not interest Marianne in the least, so she promptly and almost angrily pulled down her dress.
So the next time she rode on the bus, Marianne made a point of sitting on the side seat where there was a boy opposite her. Once again she played this teasing game and she found the boy rose to the bait. Eventually this became a most exciting hobby, so much so that often, as a means both of killing time and amusing herself, Marianne would spend an entire afternoon riding busses and keeping an actual count of the number of boys with whom she played this game.
But before long, she began to think about them while she got ready at night to be fucked by her husband. Thinking like this only made the act of fucking more enjoyable for her, but in turn her own increased arousal drew a greater response from her husband, who in turn became a more interested and passionate lover.
Convinced that she had found a whole new dimension to life, Marianne stepped up the pace of her game, and her triumphs were even more numerous. I have met her and talked with her and she tells me that she still plays the "game" every chance she gets. "Also, Dr. Klow, I think that you'd like to know that Jim-that's my husband-is fucking me two and three times a week, and sometimes even more. It seems to have excited him too, although of course I haven't told him how I like to have him love me in bed."
So here we have an example of a classic "teaser" who would not even think of permitting a boy to touch her, who would be horrified at the thought of corrupting an innocent young man.
When we examine her conduct, we have to admit that she is doing them no harm. They see nothing they haven't seen before, and if some of the boys hurry home to jack off after this enticement, that is hardly harmful because boys are aroused to jack-off whether from such an experience as this or from looking at girlie books, the lingerie ads in magazines, or the candid erotic scenes shown in movies.
However, as we shall see from a perusal of other cases I have had, not all exhibitionists are quite so complicated as Marianne.
CASE HISTORY: Vivian I-
Vivian I-, a married woman of thirty-eight, was average in most respects as regards physical appearance, and enjoyed an average but not exciting marriage. When I first met her, she had a daughter of sixteen and a son of thirteen. This woman had never thought of exhibitionism, and like her husband, had a rather mundane outlook toward sex. A change came over her one evening when she walked into her second-floor bedroom.
Just as she was about to turn on the light, she noticed a movement through a window across the way. Though there was very little light in the room across the way, she was able to make out the figure of the neighbor's fourteen-year-old son.
The boy was staring toward their bathroom window, and only then Vivian noticed that his prick was exposed and hard and that the boy was fondling it.
Aware that her own daughter was in the bathroom, Vivian was about to knock on the window and scare the boy away, but she suddenly and inexplicably stopped short.
Unaccountably, she felt excited seeing the boy jack-off while watching her daughter. She knew she ought to have been horrified, but she couldn't feel anything except a tremendous attunement. She wanted, she told me, "to be fucked so hard I couldn't stand it. Anything except just to think about all this and get weak in the knees."
Just then she heard her daughter leave the bathroom. Almost without thinking, Vivian hurried into the bathroom and found that the drapes had been left about eight inches open.
Trembling at the thought of the boy watching her, Vivian began to undress. She did it slowly, turning her body in various poses to give the boy a full show. When she was completely naked, she puttered around the medicine cabinet for a while until she found ajar of cold cream. Making sure that she was standing so that he could see her plainly, Vivian began to rub the cream on her titties, bottom cheeks, and the insides of her belly very near to her cunt. She did it slowly until she was certain that he could see every part of her naked body.
Her excitement was by now too great to be held off. So, drawing the drapes closed, she sat down on the toilet, reaching for her clitoris with one finger, she began to frig herself until she came. It had been years since she had last masturbated, and Vivian found it even more exciting than being fucked by her husband.
For the next few days, Vivian watched the window of the boy's room, but she didn't see him again. A few weeks later on a Saturday morning she was alone in the house when she saw the neighbors leaving. Knowing that the boy would be alone in the house, she felt a warm wave of excitement come over her to think that there had to be a way to get his attention.
But her mind remained a blank, and she hurried to the phone and called him. When he answered, Vivian told him that if he went into his bedroom and looked through the window, he would see an even better show than he had seen in the bathroom the other evening. His gasp and his incoherent babbling words told her that he was stunned by the sudden turn of events. She knew she could count on getting a real "honking out," as she put it.
As she hung up the phone, she hurried to the bathroom, opening the window wide and she observed that the boy was standing well away from his window as if he was afraid to move closer. She gestured to him to open his window, and gently smiled at him and called softly, "Stay close and you'll see better, dear."
His eyes goggled in stunned surprise as Vivian slowly removed her dress, and she wore under it brown panties, garter belt, and nylon stockings. Then seductively running her hands over her half-naked body, she asked if he would like her to take everything off.
When he stammered that he would, Vivian told him to take all his clothes off first and stay close to the window. He hesitated for a moment, blushing with embarrassment, but the treat that she promised was too great to be passed up. So finally he undressed, and Vivian could at once see that he had a tremendous hard-on.
Kneeling close to the window, she prolonged the act of removing her bra and exposing one tittie at a time to the boy who stood open-mouthed less than four feet away. Her naked titties were almost touching the windowsill as she toyed with the nipples and then, squeezing her titties together, began to rub them back and forth in the most erotic and suggestive way imaginable.
When she stood, she removed her hands from her titties and began to rub her panties. Then, turning her back to the boy, bending over from the waist, she slowly pushed her panties down over her swelling, naked bottom, allowing them to fall at her feet as she stepped out of them.
Putting her foot down on the floor, she then spread her legs wide and began to frig herself and she told the boy to do the same. He had his spend before she did, and her excitement at the sight of his jacking off and ejaculating through the open window brought on a tremendously enjoyable come within a few short moments.
After that, she told him that they would work out a signal for each other. Whenever she put a bottle on the sill of the bathroom window, it would tell him that she wanted to play the game again. The boy was an eager partner, and the game was played for more than two years until he and his family moved away. Strangely throughout it all, Vivian never felt the slightest urge to be fucked by him. She was completely satisfied by showing herself to him and then frigging off.
We have seen how, as is so often the case, Vivian was introduced to sexual activity with a boy by accident, and her motivation was also familiar. A dull marriage, with very little emphasis on sexual intercourse and little variety in love play, had dulled her sexual senses. When she had first seen this boy jacking off, long-suppressed yearnings burst into flame.
As those desires grew, they followed the course of their origin; showing her naked body to the boy and watching him jack-off provided a greater satisfaction than sexual intercourse, so she never permitted the formula to be changed.
It is possible that Vivian is seeking a new boy to play the game with her, but I do not think that she will ever choose to make the transition from exhibitonism and voyeurism with mutual masturbation to actual fucking.
However, it is much more difficult to evaluate the possible harm done to this boy. His exposure to women came at a critically formative age, and it is quite possible that this experience planted in him the overwhelming desire to jack-off while looking at a naked woman.
If this is the case, that boy may today be stalking the darkened streets looking for unshaded windows so he can find his sexual satisfaction in this vicarious way. Many men who go through life as voyeurs to the exclusion of all other sexual behavior, were indoctrinated in this or in a similar way.
In future chapters, we shall see the dangers involved when boys are seduced by older women and how the influence of the latter can turn and rechannel their impressionable young lives.
CASE HISTORY: Jennifer W-
Jennifer W was thirty-four, had been married fifteen years, and had two daughters aged eleven and eight. During one summer vacation, her older sister and the latter's thirteen-year-old son came to spend a two-week vacation at Jennifer's house in Little Rock, Arkansas. The two women and the children had been swimming in the big pool behind the house one day, and Jennifer went to her room to take off her bathing suit.
As she was stepping out of it and was standing naked, she suddenly discerned the sound of heavy breathing outside the door. Instinctively she understood that the boy was peeking through the keyhole.
Quickly, she put on a robe and opened the door to confront him. Finding the hall deserted, and yet quite certain that he had been there, she walked quietly down the hall towards his room. On a sudden inexplicable impulse, she bent down and peeked through the keyhole of his door.
She was astonished to see him standing beside his bed, his bathing trunks pushed down. His prick was hard and he was slowly jacking off. Jennifer had never seen a boy jack-off before, and was amazed how this vision excited her. Only when he had spurted his gism into some tissues he held in his left hand and pulled his trunks back up, did she leave to return to her room.
She was trembling with excitement and it became even greater than she realized. It was the sight of her naked body that had aroused him so. She took off her robe with the intention of getting dressed, but by now her fiery passions could not be controlled.
So instead, Jennifer sat on the edge of the bed and began to rub her pussy as she pictured again what she had seen in the boy's room. Seconds later, her little finger sought out her tickler and she began to frig it until she groaned and sobbed and finally rolled over and over in the hot throes of come.
That night, finding herself in bed with her husband and him awake, Jennifer slid her hand up and down his thigh, indicating that she wanted to be fucked. Once he had stuck his prick into her cunt, however, she closed her eyes and tried to imagine the sight of the boy jacking off. As a result, she had a far more fiery climax than usual with her husband.
The next day, her sister went shopping and the two girls went with her. As soon as plans were announced and her young nephew John stated a preference for staying home and having a swim, Jennifer told herself that she was going to arrange to have him look at her again.
After the others had gone, she told him, "The clothes I have on are too hot, John, so I'm going upstairs to change."
Then hurrying upstairs, she waited for the sound of his approach. Although he walked very quietly, she still could hear the stairs creak. Once she was sure he was outside her door, she began to take off her dress. Lingeringly, she folded it over a chair as she stepped out of her half-slip. She wasted a few minutes around the dresser before turning her back to the door and unfastening her bra. Then, turning to face the door, she removed the bra with dramatic slowness.
Again, she made the boy wait until she turned her back to him, and then, bending from the waist so that her bottom cheeks would be nicely arched, she slowly pushed her panties down. After she had stepped out of them, she turned toward the door and stood for a moment before dropping her panties onto the floor.
That was all she had intended doing at the outset, but by now she was so excited that she couldn't stop. She knew that John was still at the door and was waiting for still more excitement in the way of a "show." She moved around the room, bending slowly to pick up imaginary pins, spreading her thighs to scratch a pretended itch, driving him wild with excitement.
Then she smoked a cigarette and thought to herself before she made the next move. When she had decided, she moved quickly to the bed and lay back down on it, spreading her thighs and drawing up her knees. Her cunt was exactly in line with the keyhole.
First, Jennifer toyed with her breasts while opening and clenching her legs. Then, unable to delay any longer, she inserted a finger into her cunt and began to masturbate. When the hot come seized her, she raised her hips off the bed and groaned aloud in ecstatic delight. After a moment, she got up and put on her robe to tell the boy that the show was over for the night.
A few moments later, she heard the sound of his door closing. Hurrying down the hall, she bent naked in front of his door and put her eye to the small opening. Just as she expected, he had dropped his trousers and shorts and began to jack-off. Suddenly, his hand still gripping his prick, he came toward the door with an expression of alarm, and hurriedly pulled up his trousers and shorts.
Frustrated at having her show spoiled, Jennifer pushed the door open and told the boy that after all she had let him see, it wasn't fair for him to deny her a show. As she stood naked reasoning with him, his first nervousness passed and was replaced by the excitement of seeing her standing inside his door stark naked.
Jennifer leaped, turned completely around and wiggled her plump bare bottom at him, then went outside and closed the door. As she watched him there, she saw him standing in obvious indecision for a minute before he again dropped his trousers and shorts.
In what she took as a gesture of good faith, John stripped naked and turned to face the door. His prick wasn't as hard as it had been in her room, but it soon became even more so as he began to frig himself slowly. But this time he didn't have any tissues in his other hand, so when he ejaculated, she watched his spunk spurt against the door.
Opening the door, Jennifer smiled and suggested they go for a swim. At the pool, John nervously stammered, "Aunt Jenny, will you let, will you let me come into your room and feel you up?" But she refused by shaking her head and tightening her lips.
However, during the remainder of this summer vacation, she compromised with the boy by going to a safely locked room with him when the others in the house were not likely to miss him. There they would both strip naked, stand a few feet apart, and each would masturbate. Never once did she touch him or permit him to touch her.
When the boy finally left with his mother to go back home, Jennifer found that she had missed this excitement and sought for something to replace it. She began to sit carelessly in public to show off her legs when a boy was nearby, but that wasn't enough. She became increasingly unhappy and miserable, until she found out that the guest room on the second floor was directly opposite the bedroom of the fourteen-year-old boy who lived next door.
Jennifer then began to chart his daily routine, and soon she was attracting his attention by staging exhibitionistic shows for him. Once she could not be sure of not being disturbed, she would go all the way by slowly taking off her clothes and then frigging herself to come for him to see. She was not able to get up courage enough to talk to him, and ask him to masturbate while she was doing the same to herself, but suddenly disaster descended.
The boy's mother saw this exhibitionism once from her third-floor window, saw it a second time, and knew that her neighbor was doing it deliberately in order to arouse her son.
Alarmed, the woman discussed it with her husband, who then mentioned it to Jenny's husband. Fortunately, before Jennifer's husband could mention it to her, he visited me and arranged for her to come to me for consultation. The shock of being caught, with a relatively short series of treatments, were all that was needed to help Jennifer break this habit.
Acting on my advice, her husband, who was an extremely understanding man, became more sexually attractive to his wife and provided far more variety in his fucking, love play, and even gamahuching. To the best of my knowledge, the two of them are now living together happily, and Jennifer is no longer bothered by the overwhelming urge to entertain boys.
CHAPTER FOUR
Transients And Wanderers
In other chapters of this book, you will find how women in special positions, like maids, teachers, matrons and the like, take advantage of their specific opportunities to seduce young boys. However, the vast majority of women who are drawn towards young males do not have such a ready availability of victims. For them, therefore, there exists the constant search for opportunity. When the opportunity, or at least its potential arises, these females who are motivated by a pedophilic urge must act quickly and endanger themselves to the risk of being caught.
It is true that the risk is not quite so great as in the case of the male child molester who is apprehended for trying to pick up little girls and have sexual pleasures with them. There is a connotation of abhorrence which the average citizen feels when he reads of such a case or hears of it. Nonetheless, I have in my files a substantial backlog of newspaper clippings to show that many women are caught and legally prosecuted for having seduced boys.
It is true that sentences which are given in such cases are usually quite light in comparison with those imposed upon the male offender, but the fact remains that this reputation and the status of the guilty woman in the community is at once annihilated.
Why then, you may ask, considering the risks involved, do such women gamble away hopes for marriage and social acceptance merely for the sake of gratifying immediate sexual desires with an under-aged boy? Well, you might as well ask the rapist, the alcoholic, the drug addict, or anyone with an emotional problem, to explain his motivation. And so in the following case histories, you will learn the stories of some of these women and of the boys they seduced.
It is my hope that they will provide an insight to you as to motivation, method, and in some cases, guilt after the fact. I do not claim that all the valid answers have been given by those with whom I had consultation, but nonetheless, it is my hope that you will find enough documentation to gain some understanding of these unfortunates who risk everything because their sexual desires draw them unerringly to boys.
CASE HISTORY: Helena G-
Helena G-, twenty-seven years old, married and childless, had no sexual experience prior to marriage. This marriage had lasted six years, and from the age of eighteen until twenty-one, she had previously worked as a secretary before marrying the son of a prominent family in Utica, New York.
Her husband was quite as inexperienced sexually as she, and even more narrow in his sexual outlook. Thus, from the very beginning their sexual adjustment was extremely difficult. His needs were not great, though Helena by contrast was surprised at her voracious appetite.
One night while she attempted to arouse her husband to give her a good fucking, Helena took his prick into her mouth. To her surprise, he gasped out, "That's filthy, don't do that!" and pushed her away.
Her intention, as she later told me, was to inspire him to gamahuch her, an act which she had read about and heard her girlfriends talk about, but she herself had never experienced.
This rejection incited within her for the desire to experience gamahuching, and finally one day she lured a fifteen-year-old boy into her house when her husband was at work, told him what she wanted and he undressed him. She then had him kneel down and suck and lick her cunt. She was caught when, in a fit of remorse, he told his mother what had happened.
Because the boy's parents wanted to avoid scandal, they didn't report the matter to the police. However, they phoned Helen's husband who came to me with the angry request that I certify her as being insane.
I asked him to sit down and then I discussed her problem. I pointed out to him that this was an enlightened age in which spontaneity in marriage accepted many acts of love, which perhaps a century ago were considered deviate.
Finally, he agreed to have me treat his wife. What follows is a report of the statement Helena gave me while she was under the influence of sodium pentothal:
I'd heard about what it was like to have a man gamahuch you, and I guess I was curious about it right off. One day a neighbor and I were talking over coffee and she told me that her husband often did it to her and that it was really terrific. She told me that he would get over her on his knees and bend down and suck and lick her cunt, and that she almost fainted, it was so good.
When I told her I didn't think my husband would ever do that, she said to me, "Then why don't you french him first, and maybe he'll do it for you?"
It was an awful failure. My husband called me every dirty name he could think of and refused to have anything to do with me. I lay awake for a long time after he'd gone to sleep, and all I could think of was how my friend's husband had knelt down between her legs and done it to her, and then later she had knelt over him and he had licked rer while he held her bottom with his hands. It got so bad I got up and went into the bathroom and frigged myself to come.
During the next few days, it just kept getting worse and I couldn't think of anything else. Finally, I thought of asking my friend's husband to go into a room with me some time and do it to me, but then I was scared that he would be shocked and tell his wife, or maybe somebody else who would tell my husband. So naturally I didn't do anything like that.
Then one afternoon a boy came to the door wearing a boy scout's uniform. He told me that his troop was having a fund-raising campaign and asked me if I had any odd jobs to be done so that he could earn some money. It had been a bad day for me because I hadn't been able to get my mind off you know what, Dr. Klow . So right away I saw the possibility and I told him to come in. He said the boys were looking for a chance to earn a dollar or so by cleaning basements, cutting the lawn, cleaning the house, and that sort of thing.
I told him he could earn five dollars, and he really got excited. But I didn't tell hmm right away what the job was. Instead, I sat opposite him and made sure that my skirt was raised up high so he could see plenty of my legs. And I was awfully excited when I noticed that he kept looking
Well, Dr. Klow, I kept talking to him about his experiences with girls, and he finally came out and said he'd never done anything at all. I knew he was really excited, so I reached down and pulled my skirt slowly up my thighs, well over the tops of my nylon stockings. Then I gave him a real warm smile to let him know that I wanted him to look at me.
He was sort of nervous when I asked him to come and sit by me, but he finally did. Gradually, I got him to the point where he was putting his hands not only on my stockings, but my bare legs and finding my panties.
When I was sure of him, I began to take off my clothes. By then, he was really wild! When I got out of my bra and panties, he was sweating, but he didn't say a word when I pulled his pants and shorts down and began to play with his cock.
He told me he'd never seen a cunt before, and I told him he could do a lot more than just look at it. I told him to play with it all he liked.
Anyhow, I lay back on the couch and opened my legs wide and let him take a good look at a cunt. Before long, he started to touch it all over. And I kept him awake by handling his prick which was sort of hard, but it certainly wasn't very big.
When I told him that I wanted him to lick and suck me between my legs, he got scared. But I told him that everybody did it and that they enjoyed it more than fucking. Just to encourage him and show him that I would be nice to him if he did what I wanted, I took his cock into my mouth and I ran my tongue all over it a couple of times.
So finally, he didn't put up any fuss when I put my hands on his face and led him towards my legs. I told him how to use his tongue and I wriggled and squirmed and arched myself against him, to help him along. Oh, faster than I ever dreamed of, I felt myself bubbling over with come.
After it was over, I had him lie on top of me and we fucked. When it was over, he looked so weak I was afraid he would collapse, so I wiped his cock off with my panties. Then I told him he should come see me again. I was wild with excitement at the idea of having a boy give it to me any time I felt like it.
Helena's arrangement was short-lived indeed. When the boy turned in his money, the scout master knew that something was wrong by the boy's guilty expression. So he asked the boy a few questions and got the whole story, then went to the boy's parents and told them the entire episode.
While I was treating Helena, I was also able to treat the husband who, in my opinion, needed psychiatric treatment even more than she did because of his warped outlook on natural sex play. In time, I was able to convince him that such things as gamahuching and frenching are not at all abnormal. And also, Helena reported to me that she and her husband have had a healthy sexual adjustment and that he gamahuches her and she frenches him from time to time.
Perhaps this is not a typical case of female pedophilia, since the woman actually took part in only one such episode. Yet, I think it is worth recording in this book since her motivation was almost classical.
If it had not been for her exposure and the subsequent clinical treatment of both herself and her husband, she might well have gone on indefinitely seducing young boys in her desperate search for sexual satisfaction. This is why I strongly advise marriage counselors to do their utmost to encourage uninhibited sexual enjoyment between two partners, and indeed, to experiment more to get away from the jaded, mechanical feeling which often long-married couples have in the bridal bed.
CASE HISTORY: Marjory H-
Marjory H shows us a somewhat different approach to a somewhat similar problem. When I first met her, she was forty-four years of age, and although she was somewhat overly ripe, she was still quite attractive in a voluptuously enticing way. She had been much more fortunate than Helena in that she had never been caught, except of course by her own sense of shame and guilt.
Her marriage had been reasonably enjoyable to a man nine years older than herself. About two years before her visit to me, however, her husband suddenly seemed to lose all sexual interests. Hence, time dragged heavily for her during the day, and the sexual denial of the nights only contributed to her problem.
As a consequence, Marjory began to take long walks during the day and often found herself in one of the numerous parks in the area where she lived (Denver).
One day while she was sitting and reading a book on the step of a stone monument, she saw a boy about fifteen years old walking in front of her and staring at her. She realized that he had been by before and looked at her several times. When she glanced at herself, she observed that her legs were wide open and that from where he had looked, he was able to see all the way up to her crotch.
Quickly closing her thighs, she glanced at the boy who blushed, got up, and hurried out of the park. As she walked home, her mind dwelt on the incident and she began to feel, as she told me, "my pussy starting to twitch and get moist. I could see this boy getting excited when he looked up and saw my bare thighs above my stockings and even maybe the hems of my panties, and I thought to myself that maybe he would rush home or maybe go into an alley and jack off."
The more Marjory thought of this, the more exciting it became. So by the time she reached home, she was so feverishly aroused by all this imagery that she ran into her bedroom, took off her panties, and, putting her finger to her pussy, frigged herself, closing her eyes to summon up the vision of the boy.
The very next day she returned to the same park and sat on the same monument. This time, she brought a newspaper with her. Before long, she saw the same boy walk into the park. Opening the paper in front of her so that the boy would feel safe from being caught peeking, she pretended to read it. She had worked her plan out carefully the previous night while she lay awake thinking of the boy, and so she had cut a slit in the spine of the newspaper to be able to see him without her being see in turn.
Just as she had hoped, he turned and walked so that he crossed in front of her. She had spread her legs wide enough to give him a very generous display. When he came back for his second look, her legs had spread even wider so that she was certain he would have an excellent view of the lace-trimmed black nylon panties which she had specially put on.
This time, she noticed, he glanced around to make sure no one was watching him, and then bent down to stare at her.
Just as she had anticipated, he stopped opposite her and squatted down to look. As he did, she began to open her legs. The boy stared for a long time before straightening up and walking on. He walked to the far side of the park, stopped, and then started back. Marjory watched him come back and she became nervous, but nonetheless determined she would go through with her plan. Just before he reached her she put the paper down, smiled warmly, and said, "Why don't you sit down and talk for a while?"
He blushed, and slowly sat down, obviously quite nervous. In a few minutes, Marjory had learned that he was fourteen years of age, his name was Thomas, and that he spent his lunch hour walking in the park. However, she was really making no progress towards her seduction of him, and he was becoming quite restless, so she decided to go all out.
She told me how the seduction, if we may call it that, took place, and I quoted her verbatim: "The reason I wanted to talk to you, Tommy, is that I want to tell you how much I like having you look at my legs the way you do."
"You mean," the boy blushed and stammered, "you saw me and you don't mind?"
"Why do you think I spread my legs wide open when you get in front of me?" Marjory countered. When he didn't answer, she resumed, "Could you see all the way up to my panties, Tommy?"
"Yes, I-I guess so."
"Do you like looking at women that way? Does it excite you a lot."
"Oh yes, it does."
"How do you feel, Tommy, when you see a woman bare-naked?"
"Gee, I-I don't know. I never saw one. All I ever saw were panties and girdles and stuff like that."
"I'd love to have you look at me naked, Tommy. I take my clothes off awfully slowly. You could even help me take them off if you like."
"You-you really mean it?" His eyes burned with excitement, and she could see that the boy was trembling as she replied, "Of course I do, Tommy. We could go to my place right now if you didn't have to go back to school."
Marjory told me that when she said this to the boy, she glanced on to make sure that no one was watching them, and then she reached under her dress to adjust her garter belt tab. She watched his eyes fixed on her upper thighs, and then he blurted, "I-I really don't have to go back to school. Whenever I play hookey I write a note for myself."
A moment later they walked from the park together. Five minutes later, they were in her living room, and Marjory was smiling as she stood in front of the seated boy and began to remove her dress.
She did it very slowly. Sitting beside him wearing black bra, panties, and garter belt as well as nylon stockings and pumps, she began to tell him stories of the way men and women act in bed.
"Did you know, Tommy," she said to him, "that a fellow takes off all his clothes and gets on top of a girl and rubs his prick right into her hairy little slit? And that's not all. He puts his hands under her bottom and squeezes hard while he's sticking his cock into her. And then there are other things he can do, like sucking and kissing her pussy while she plays with his cock or takes it into her mouth. Would you like to do those things?"
She told me that he almost fainted with excitement as he nodded his head rapidly up and down. She took his hands and guided them to her so that he could fondle her titties, bellies, and thighs, which he did at once.
"Should I take my bra off?" she whispered, and he nodded again.
"Then you do it," she told him, and his trembling fingers worked clumsily at the hooks and eyes until the bra opened. Marjory held the cups of the bra over her titties and turned towards him, lowering each cup in turn.
Then again guiding his hands, she showed him how to rub and pinch and tweak the nipple. After he had done that, she showed him how to take it in his mouth and suck and lick it, and this finally ended his shyness.
She stood up and started to push her panties down over her swelling hips and bottom cheeks. Then she stopped and said to him coyly, "Why don't you get naked, too, dear?" Swiftly he took off his shirt and pants. "Now come and play with my panties, Tommy," she whispered.
His hands greedily ran all over her bottom, rubbing and squeezing it, feeling it through the material, and then finally began to rub up and down the crotch, until he could feel the lips of her cunt just underneath. When he started to pull down the panties, she smiled and nodded. Her panties fell at her feet and she stepped out of them.
Then Marjory took the boy back to the couch, drew down his shorts and began to fondle his prick. She pinched the tip of his prong, tickled his balls, stroked the shaft, and then he blurted out, "M-Miss, U want to see what a girl looks like between her legs. Can I?"
The time had come for Marjory. Lying back, she slowly spread her legs and raised her knees high. "Take a good look, darling," she murmured.
His face was inches away as he stared at her cunt as if hypnotized. She reached down with her fingers, opened up the lips, and began to tell him how a girl's cunt is made.
He was nervous as he followed her instructions and finally mounted onto her belly. Before she helped him put his prick inside of her, she had him kiss her mouth and titties for a long time.
Then, guiding his stiff cock into her, she told him, "Now push back and forth, but don't rush. It's much nicer when you take it slow and easy."
He moved instinctively, but he didn't have much control, nor had she expected he would have. Climax followed almost immediately. Later, however, after much naughty talk and some passionate fondling of each other, Tommy managed another hard-on, and they fucked again, and this time he was able to hold it back long enough to give her a good hot come.
She brought Tommy to her house often after that, teaching him how to gamahuch, showing him how she could french him and doing many other delicious things that left him wild with excitement.
As he became more confident and experienced, Marjory, strangely enough, longed for the nervous innocence he had shown the first time, and so she abandoned him and went back to the parks.
Before very long, she had become quite skillful in seducing strange boys, and there was an endless supply of them Soon her neighbors began to snub her or to make pointed remarks about the number of boys she always seemed to bring home.
Marjory's case is simple and pathetic. Until her husband experienced a sudden and lessening of his sexual drive, the two of them had had a normal and healthy life together in bed. The first few times that he refused to meet her demands to be fucked, Marjory took it as only a temporary thing and it didn't upset her. But as his refusal to satisfy her persisted, she became both hurt and angry, so it isn't strange that she interpreted his negative attitude as a definite and hostile act of rejection.
As her mind brooded over this rejection, Marjory was convinced that she had become old and unattractive. She didn't discuss it with her husband or doctor, but she accepted the blame on the grounds that she was no longer desirable and so couldn't arouse him.
While she was still brooding about this unhappy state of affairs, she caught Tommy looking at her legs. Subconsciously at first she was naturally delighted to realize that while an older man had cast her aside, a very young boy found her attractive enough to look at her body by stealth.
Thus at once she was able to transfer the burden of guilt from herself to her husband. When Tommy, and later other boys, fucked her, they were in reality showing her that she was still intensely desirable. And of course the more boys she had sexually, the more her confidence grew.
During treatment, Marjory was able to understand this phase of herself. Understanding it, she was able to overcome her desires for boys. I should like to report that she and her husband recovered and that they resumed a normal sexual life, but this was not the case.
Instead, she broadened her social life and found that there were more than enough adult males anxious to fuck her if her husband didn't. While this relationship would not suffice for other women, it was ideal for her. She and her husband now have a happy relationship with very little sex, and until he discovers how she really obtains her sexual gratification, it is most likely to be perpetuated.
The case points up again the selfishness of the male in accusing his wife for his own disinterest, when very often it is due to his own change of life. Where there is spontaneity and harmony between couples, the sexual act can be continued indefinitely, with tenderness and respect and love. Then there would be no need for psychiatrists like myself!
CASE HISTORY: Hertha P-
Hertha P was twenty-seven years old when she and her husband, to whom she had been married not quite two years, came to the United States. A few months later, he was killed in a steel plant working as a laborer. Hertha was left with a generous financial settlement, a very limited knowledge of English, and no husband.
It was true that they hadn't been ideally happy so that she soon adjusted herself to the shock of his tragic death. However, she had been having sexual relations with men since she had been sixteen, and the difficulty of finding a new mate was made even more serious by the fact that she was more than six feet tall, weighed more than two hundred pounds, and spoke very little English.
One day she was sitting in a park when she noticed a boy of about fifteen or sixteen sitting in the grass opposite her, his arms folded around his knees, sneaking glances at her. The moment she was sure he was looking at her thighs, she decided that her sexual arousal called for direct action. It was true that he was only a boy, but still it had been so long since she had enjoyed a good fucking with all the trimmings and he was certainly better than nothing at all.
She got up, walked towards him, smiled and stood above him asking gently, "Do you like my legs?"
"Yeah!" the boy insolently replied, but his manner showed that he was ready to get up and run.
"Would you like to see more?" she asked with the same gentle smile.
"Yeah, I sure would, real good!" he swaggered.
"Then come along with me," she told him.
He chuckled, got up, and walked along beside her. When he asked where they were going, she said she would take him to her apartment and give him a good time.
The boy was obviously nervous. Here was a woman inviting him home for free pussy. Also, she had an accent and spoke English rather badly, and in his mind, foreigners ought to be looked upon with a certain amount of suspicion. Still in all, the excitement of thinking about fucking or being allowed other privileges with this Amazonian woman, excited him and kept him going with her.
However, he told her that his apartment was empty because his parents were working, and asked her if she wouldn't go there instead. She shrugged, followed him to a second-floor apartment in a shabby building. His nervousness continued until she asked if he wanted her to get undressed.
He gulped, nodded, and then gasped, "Gee, I sure would."
A moment later, she had taken off her dress and was watching his eyes widen as he admired the sight of her big body in bra and panties. However, she really liked the fact that he didn't touch her as yet, not until she invited him to.
"Take off the rest of my clothes now," she urged.
He began to tug at the fastener of her big bra. Her big round titties tumbled out, closely spaced, like melons, and bigger than anything he had ever imagined. His fingers squeezed and kneaded them.
"Now why don't you take my panties off, too?" she said.
He gulped again, stared at her, saw that she meant it, and then hastily lowered her panties and let them fall about her ankles. He caught his breath at the sight of her big bottom cheeks, and pink, baby-like skin, and the thick dark blonde hair over her cunt.
She led him to an old couch and, spreading her thighs, said, "You want to play with my pussy?"
He had begun to sweat, but his fingers tickled and frigged her deliciously, as his eyes fixed on what he was doing. When she felt herself close, she unfastened his belt and stripped down his pants. He didn't have any shorts on, and his prick was at once ready for what she needed.
Pulling him on top of her, she stretched out, felt his cock enter her cunt, and almost had a come at that moment. As it was, she had her come a few moments later and was just enjoying a second one when he finally groaned out, shuddered and burst his seed deep into her womb.
Getting up, she dressed and left the apartment, feeling better than she had in many a day. So she came to the conclusion that her best chance for sexual gratification was boys. Hence, in her next venture, when she saw three boys together in a deserted section in the same park, she picked her sport carefully. She sat down on the grass with her knees up and her skirt hiked well up above her thighs, so that she was sure they could see her panties.
It didn't take long before the boys became extremely interested. Making sure that no one was watching, she quickly pulled her skirt all the way back to her hips, then smiled and nodded at them. Then she lowered it, pulled it up again, and gestured to them to come to her.
When she made her offer to them, they looked at one another in disbelief. But no one boy wanted the others to see him back down, so finally all of them agreed to go home with her.
Once back in her apartment, she had the boys sit on the couch while she took off her skirt and sweater. Then she told them to touch whatever they liked, and they became extremely busy. Standing with her feet widely apart, Hertha trembled with excitement as their fingers moved all over her.
Finally at her suggestion, they stripped naked and she took off her bra and panties and was naked, too. "If you would like to fuck me, boys, you have to do something nice for me," she proposed archly. "You have to kiss my pussy and my titties. Will you do that?"
"I'll say we will," one of the boys chuckled, and the others nodded.
In a few moments, Hertha was lying naked on the couch and one of the boys was kneeling down between her legs and gamahuching her while each of the others was kissing one of her titties.
When she had her come, she signalled to the boy who had just gamahuched her to lie over her. She fondled his prick and then opened up her cunt to put it in, and he took a little time, but then began to thrust back and forth. However, he came too soon, so she didn't achieve orgasm.
As soon as he got off, Hertha called the next one to replace him. And she had climaxes during her fucking sessions with both the second and third boys. Even then she wanted more, but in spite of using both her hands and her mouth, she couldn't get a hard-on out of any of the three of them, so she sent them home.
Thereafter, Hertha went prowling for boys regularly. What she really preferred was groups of three or four at a time, but she was willing to settle for one if she had to. She never lost the thrill of watching the excited young eyes of a boy when he first saw her body in bra and panties, and then stark naked. Usually for the boys it was their very first experience at either gamahuching or fucking, which made it even more exciting for her to initiate her young lovers.
Just about the time Hertha was convinced that she had solved her sexual problem for all time, a thirteen-year-old boy went home after a session with her and looked so guilty that his worried mother pried the story out of him. Armed with the names of the other two boys who had helped service this sexually hungry female, the boy's mother called the police and demanded that Hertha be arrested.
Reluctantly, the boy showed the police where she lived and Hertha was arrested and brought to trial. An understanding judge listened to her story, heard about the death of her husband, and withheld passing judgment. He called me into the chambers, and when I agreed to treat her, he arranged with the district attorney to have the charge dropped.
There was really no serious emotional disturbance in Hertha. She acted in my advice, joined clubs, including one for tall people, and she finally found not only male friends, but a tall American husband with whom she lives very happily.
Her only problem was that she had a sexual appetite as big as her body, and most men are afraid of large women. But to boys, all mature women are big. They were delighted to accept her exciting offer of pussy, and whether she was six feet two or five feet two didn't matter at all. Indeed, her Amazonian proportions probably excited them all the more.
We must understand that the seductress is not always an amoral and vicious and depraved female, but sometimes is driven by forces over which she has no control and which are not recognized even by her own family. That is why tolerance is the wisest attitude.
Let us remember what a certain carpenter's son from Galilee once said to men who wished to stone a prostitute: "Let him who is without sin throw the first stone."
CHAPTER FIVE
Sado-Masochism in The Seduction of The Young
Sadism and masochism were, to be sure, known as phenomena of human sexual behavior long before they were named after the famous Marquis de Sade and the Count Leopold von Sasher-Masoch. Both of these deviations came to their greatest zenith in England during the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, and continued to flourish unabated. Very likely, during the Edwardian and Victorian eras, there was a peak in sadistic practice and masochistic acceptance. But by then the sexual overtones of these two extremes (one promotes the will to master, the other the will to be mastered), and from our study of erotica during the period, we know quite well that the use of whipping was not so much in punishment as in the stimulation of lust. The Victorian era was supposedly noted for its chastity and purity, but the ironic fact is that many a young English girl or boy had her or his drawers lowered so that the cane, bitch, tawse, or any other fustigatory implement might better deliver their burning kisses on naked bottomflesh.
It is clear that such punishments came about as a result of a strongly disciplinarian society which demanded that punishment follow any crime. The recorded history shows very clearly, however, that many an innocent bottom was striped and crimsoned, not always from the owner's conduct, but rather to provide sexual excitement for the executioner. Now that the Victorian era is part of history, we still find sadomasochism prevalent, except that now it is recognized as such. It is even openly praised by many as a kind of erotic prelude or stimulant to heterosexual intercourse. There are correspondence clubs, cults and societies where sadists may meet, and also where masochists may submit themselves for punishment. However, for the purposes of this book, I propose to discuss only those aspects of sadomasochism which have to do with women who obtain their sexual pleasure by adapting corporal punishment to their program of seduction of the young male.
I draw here again from case histories compiled on the basis of discussions with my patients and also from files turned over to me and discussed with me by my colleagues in the field of psychiatry. We will discuss not only the what and the how of sadomasochism between women and boys, but we will also study the why-which is far more vital to our understanding and particularly for preventing gross deviations and injustices in the future in the training of our young.
One may ask why a seemingly normal woman with a husband and children will need to seek sexual arousal from spanking a boy and inflicting undeserved pain. We also asked why some women achieve such a degree of sexual satisfaction from watching a squirming and wriggling naked bottom under their spanking that they have had orgasm while listening to the boy's tears and entreaties for mercy. But if you doubt that such things exist in our society, read these pages and also the correspondence and exchange pages of many tabloid newspapers and magazines now widely disseminated in every city of the United States. You will find that sadomasochism has become a kind of cult in every part of the country, which appeals not only to the mature woman inclined to pedophilia, but also to men and women in every walk of life who find themselves jaded by "normal sex" and seek novel pathways for gratification.
Let us begin with a particularly unusual case history in which we find a motivation that stems from an original hostility towards the male. Psychiatrically speaking, such hostility is found in counterpart in the psyche of the rapist, who may very well actually detest women and yet by the act of rape it may be thought that this is his way of conquering them. We must always understand the overtones of the act itself, not just the commission and the technique of it.
CASE HISTORY: Dora L-
Dora L-was a forty-two year-old spinster who would go to a park or other park and watch boys, usually between twelve and fifteen years of age, select one, and then make a direct commercial offer to him. She would tell him that she would give him twenty dollars to come with her to her house and allow her to spank him.
Although she was refused by many of the "candidates" she approached, she nevertheless discovered that many of them, especially in the poorer areas of the city where she lived (Los Angeles) were quick to seize the opportunity to earn that much money even after she warned them that the spanking would be quite severe.
She took an enormous delight in recounting the details of these spankings, exhibiting another kind of fetishistic penchant which has to do with using erotic roles to recreate and re-arouse the excitement of the time. Also, she dictated her experiences into a tape recorder, and when she was referred to me for psychoanalysis, make a great point of insisting that I listen to them, which of course I did.
Let me quote verbatim from one of these, because it is vividly graphic and reveals, as perhaps even my own words could not, the degree of oppression with corporal punishment which motivated and dominated her:
I knew right from the start this boy was going to be a real good one. He was about fourteen, a little on the chubby side. When I looked at the seat of his tight jeans, I saw a nice tight round bottom. The moment we got home, I handed him the twenty dollars and warned him that he would cry a lot before he got off my lap. I saw him make a face, but I knew he would go through with it anyway.
So I took him into my bedroom, took off my dress and slip, so as usual I would be wearing only my bra and girdle when I spanked him. While he removed his shirt and singlet, I scolded him and he got excited in spite of his nervousness as he looked at me, dressed the way I was.
When I asked him if he had ever seen a woman doing what I did, he said no, and then he blushed and added that he was sort of excited. I told him that if he was a good boy and took his spanking nicely, I would reward him by taking everything off and letting him have a real good look at my pussy and titties and bottom. That seemed to delight him, as it does all the boys I take to my house.
I sat down in an armless chair, called him to me and told him he was going to be spanked on his bare ass for being such a naughty little boy. I saw that he was already trembling and knew that he would be crying very soon. I got so excited I had to concentrate on unfastening his belt and pulling his pants down. Even before I pulled his shorts down, I could see he had a hard-on. His prick was rather small, but it was awfully hard in spite of his fear of being spanked.
After he had stepped out of his clothes, he bent naked over my lap. It felt so good I almost came right then. That sweet little ass was even nicer than I thought it would be. It was deliciously rounded for a boy, and smooth as silk. The skin was awfully white, like a girl's, and I knew it would redden quickly once I began to spank him.
I kept on scolding him as I ran my hands over the smooth curves of his bare ass. When I began to pat the cheeks lightly, I felt him tense his muscles under my hand. I kept doing that for quite a while, until I'm sure he thought his spanking was actually in progress and wouldn't be any harder than that. What a surprise he had coming, the lovely little devil!
I timed it so the cheeks of his behind had relaxed; then I lifted my right hand and brought it down hard. My palm covered most of the bottom-cheek, and I felt it jiggle as I held it there. He gave out a frantic little cry, and I knew that I had found a real treasure this time.
Continuing to scold him a bit more, I brought my hand down with a loud smack on the left bottom cheek. It jiggled, and he cried out, but my left arm was wrapped tightly around him to keep him in place. His lovely round ass colored beautifully as I slapped it again and again, changing from cheek to cheek. He cried and begged me to stop, but I just kept on spanking. As those lovely ass cheeks turned a bright red, he began to dance and twist and wriggle over my lap, and I thought I would lose my mind with joy. I had intended giving him a much longer spanking, but unfortunately all too soon I felt my pussy tingling and all of a sudden I was coming. Just as it exploded in my pussy, I gave him a particularly hard spank and squeezed the cheeks of his ass as hard as I could. It was a beautiful come, and maybe the best I ever had with a good sound spanking.
Well, I allowed myself lots of time to get over it, and then I began to rub his bottom as I felt my desire growing again. I really wanted to give him another spanking, but as I said before, after my first come, I just can't bring myself to do it any more.
Standing him on his feet and drawing him towards me, I kissed the hot, red cheeks of his ass. I told him he had indeed been a very good boy and I would now reward him by taking off all my clothes. You should have seen how he stopped crying almost at once, though he was still rubbing his bare ass.
His cock had got a little limp while he was crying over the hard spanking, but the minute I took off my bra, it sprang up to life again and it got even more so as I pulled my girdle down. I asked him if he was sure he'd never seen a woman naked before, and he nodded and sobbed out, "Oh yes, I never have!" and so I let him look me over completely. I even spread my legs and let him crouch between them to look at my pussy. After I gave him a few minutes to look me over completely, I sat down in the chair again.
"He looked a little afraid, as if he thought he was in for another spanking, but that wasn't what I wanted at all. I spread my legs and had him stand between them, close to me. Then I took his prick in my hand and jacked him off until I felt the warm spurt in my hand and on my belly. I kept pulling at his prick until there wasn't any hardness left in it. After I rubbed his come into my belly, as I usually do, I pushed him away and then I frigged myself until I came again.
He dressed and went home right away, and then I went to bed and slept like a baby. For days afterwards, I couldn't think of anything except the joy of spanking that ripe sweet ass of his.
A strange woman? To be sure, she was. And yet when you analyze her background, you find she was no stranger than the factors which had made her thus.
Dora had been an only child, and as far back as she could remember, her father had given her all her spankings, if she had done something wrong during the day, the mother would report it to the father hen he came home at night.
The punishment was always the same. A good sound spanking on her naked behind. When she finally left home at the age of eighteen, her father was still punishing her, making her strip naked and lie across his lap for spanking. As Dora grew older, no longer a child, she always remembered how she lay naked over her father's lap, his prick getting hard under her. As he spanked and she wriggled, he would arch and press it against her, and she would feel it throb and twitch.
During the last year she spent at home, her father found even more reasons to strip and spank her. Finally she realized that he was having an orgasm while she was pressed down over his prick.
All during that year, Dora lived in constant fear that he would force her to submit to a fucking. In spite of all the spanking he gave her, he still seemed to want to give her more. Finally she heard the sounds of spanking coming from the room her mother and father occupied. Then she peeped through the keyhole and saw that her father and mother were both naked and that her mother was being spanked. When the spanking was ended, her father stretched the mother out on the bed and fell upon her. From the way Dora told it, it was really more of a rape than a fuck. Soon she didn't peek any longer, but she still heard the sounds of spanking at least twice a week, and she herself received more than that.
Thus to Dora, the adult male became a terrible ogre, a being to be feared and dreaded. Once, when she was taking care of the eight-year-old son of a friend, she spanked him for naughtiness, and she became wildly excited, to the point of frigging herself off. And so Dora was inevitably channeled into her pattern of paying boys to submit to spankings.
We can see from her home life that it was hardly strange that she grew up with a distaste for all men. If she had not accidentally had the opportunity to spank her friend's son, she might well have become nothing more than a respectable spinster, with no sexual interest whatsoever.
Instead, tragically, despite a lengthy series of psychoanalytic consultations with me, she could not rid her mind of this obsession. Finally she stopped trying. So far as I know, as this book goes to print, Dora still hires boys to be spanked each time she feels the savage urge for a sort of subconscious vengeance against her father. Obviously, the young boy is the image of the father whom she has denigrated so she, for a change, may take the upper hand and work upon him all the shame and humiliation he once made her feel when she was a child herself.
CASE HISTORY: Wilma H-
The case of Wilma H is almost a direct opposite. Like Dora, she too is in her early forties, is quite attractive, having retained a good figure and being possessed of a pleasant personality. However, Wilma is a masochist, not a sadist; she suffers from an overpowering urge to be spanked, often as much as twice a week.
Because she has no children and her husband travels in his work as a sales consultant, Wilma has ample opportunity to go out looking for boys. She has no trouble striking up conversation with them, because she has had ample experience in this mental approach; usually making a point of letting a likely-looking young boy see a great deal of her crossed, beautifully stockinged legs, she smiles and begins to chat with him, bringing the subject around to sex in so subtle a way that he is hardly aware of just how it happened. When the time becomes appropriate, she asks the boy if he would like to come home with her and see a lot more of her. Only rarely does she meet refusal.
Then she drives the boy home, she allows her skirt to hike well up on her thighs, so he sees enough to keep his interest aroused. By the time they reach her house, the boy is usually so excited that he will do anything she asks. If he is a boy of fifteen or sixteen, Wilma asks him to neck with her. While they neck, she whispers, "Put your hands all over me, feel me up, darling." Under this stimulus, the boy becomes wild with furious desire.
If the boy is younger (and Wilma has picked them up as young as twelve), she will skip the necking and merely invite him to explore under her clothes with his hands and eyes.
When Wilma is certain that the boy has reached the proper point of excitement, she tells him she wants him to take her panties down and give her a good hard spanking. In almost every case, the boy is startled, but no boy who has ever come home with Wilma to date has refused. Before the spanking begins, she tells him, "I'm going to cry and beg you to stop, but I don't want you to listen to me. Don't stop until I give you a signal maybe like slapping your leg, or else I'll try to wriggle off your lap. You just try to make me stop-you just see if you can hold me down, a big girl like me. I'm a naughty girl and I deserve an awfully hard spanking."
She then has the boy sit in a chair while she stands beside him. She pulls her dress up slowly until she is naked to the waist, and then she lies down across his lap. She has instructed him previously to take down her panties and to do it very slowly, so she can feel the shame of what he is doing. As soon as she feels his fingers feel for the panties to lower them, she trembles with anticipation.
She was very excited!
Almost invariably she has to tell the boy to spank her harder. If he seems reluctant, she threatens to scream and throw him out of the house. In time she gets the spanking she wants. If the boy is big and strong, a hand spanking is enough. With a small boy, she offers a wooden-backed hairbrush, and tells him he must swing it hard until both her bottom cheeks are very red. During the spanking, she cries like a very small child, kicks her legs up high, promises to be a good girl and usually uses a childish phrase, "Oh please, please don't any more, Daddy, please don't spank my poor sore ass, I'll be such a good girl! Oh no more, not on my poor sore red ass, Daddy!"
In time, the spanking is over, and a tearful Wilma stands with her eyes blazing with passion and humid with tears. Soon after she has rubbed her reddened bottom cheeks, she strips naked as she had promised the boy she would. After she is naked, she offers her young executioner a choice between a fuck and a frenching. Although she prefers frenching, she reports to me that the boys usually prefer fucking, as being something they have hard about but have never experienced.
What made Wilma debase herself to a mere child, just as you have read, you will ask. As a child, she was never spanked. She knew other children were, and she assumed that her parents didn't care about her. For some reason, she seems to have equated spanking with affection. She would go out of her way to get into trouble, just to see what it would be like to be spanked by her father. She would be punished in other ways, but the non-spanking policy in her house was adhered to very strictly.
Indeed, a few times she begged her father to spank her, rather than deal out the other punishments she would receive, such as shortening her leisure time or cutting off her allowance, but he refused. He and her mother explained they didn't believe in spanking.
After a while, Wilma forgot about it, or at least she thought she did. One day while alone in the house, she stepped out of the bathtub. While reaching for a towel, she accidentally saw herself in the full-length mirror, as she usually did. For a while she admired her sleek, white bottom cheeks, and suddenly was surprised by a strong desire to slap them, and she did so. The sensation was extremely pleasant. Quickly drying herself, she ran to her room. Once there, she gave herself a hard spanking. With each spank, she pretended that her hand was that of her father, and she begged for the spanking to stop, only to hear her own voice gruffly imitating that of her father, saying, "You've been a very naughty girl and you're going to get a good hard spanking on your naked ass." I quote her actual terms.
After that, whenever she found herself alone in the house, Wilma would spank herself. She bought a wooden backed hairbrush because it could smack harder than her hand. Before long, she ended each spanking with an enjoyable and prolonged frigging until she came furiously.
In time, self-administered spankings were not enough. She had boy friends aplenty, but she was ashamed to let any of them know her desire. One day, shortly after she had gotten married, she was sitting in the park and noticed a boy looking at her exposed thighs when her skirt was drawn back from a gust of wind. Smiling, she asked him if he would like to see more. The fifteen-year-old boy grinned, winked and said, "That would be just great!"
She led him deep into the woods and then she made her offer to him. If he would give her a hard spanking on her bare bottom, he could do anything he wanted to her. And so Wilma got the first real spanking of her life that day, and she was delighted to reward him by stripping naked and allowing him to fuck her. Thus her hobby began. The spankings she had craved for so many years were available to her now, and she had found an infallible way to obtain them.
While she had been ashamed to ask a grown man to spank her, she felt very differently about the boy. If he were inexperienced, he would be so overpoweringly eager to see and fondle her naked body, he would do anything she wanted and not think her "queer" because his desire would surpass his personal thoughts about her-such was her reasoning.
This was, you will agree, a most unusual case. Perhaps the soberness of her parents in not making certain that she knew they loved her began it all. There are many parents who, while they are ideal mentors to their children and provide them with every comfort, sometimes will withhold that little extra affection or that punitive slap which lets the child psychologically understand that he or she is really deeply loved. How ironic, then, that if Wilma's father had given her just one spanking somewhere during her young girlhood, she might today be happy and uninhibited, not burdened by the obsession of wanting to be punished and degraded!
CASE HISTORY: Clarissa N-
Clarissa N-, twenty-six years of age, unmarried, runs a women's specialty store with two other women, goes out on dates and is fucked from time to time. From a quick and cursory study of her present life, one would see no deviation in it, but it exists, all the same.
Clarissa was visiting her older married sister one afternoon, when the latter's son, then eight years of age, came home from school much too early. After his mother began to question him, it developed that he had slipped away from the playground during afternoon recess. Hearing this, Clarissa's sister promptly lowered the boy's pants and shorts, pulled him over her lap, and began to spank him very soundly.
Clarissa had never seen a spanking being inflicted and could only vaguely recall being spanked herself when she was a very small girl. But as she watched the crying boy squirm and kick over his mother's lap and heard the crisp sounds of palm meeting bare flesh as well as his cries and supplications, she began to tremble with excitement.
Soon after the spanking ended and the boy ran from the room tearfully rubbing his burning seat, Clarissa excused herself, went to the bathroom where, promptly lowering her panties, she frigged herself, closing her eyes and recalling the scenes of the boy's punishment.
So it was inevitable that, a few weeks later, when her sister complained about not being able to have any sort of vacation with her husband because of the children's presence, Clarissa generously offered to move in for a few weeks and look after them. Before the very first day of her new supervision was over, the eight-year-old boy found himself being scolded for a breach of discipline following Clarissa to her room. There, with trembling fingers, she dragged down his pants and shorts, pulled him over her lap and upturned his pink-skinned, chubby bare seat. Even before applying the first spank, her pulses were hammering. And when her hands fell for the first time on his naked behind, she shivered with sensual excitation, for this was more delicious than anything she had experienced with a man.
As the spanking continued, little Henry's cries grew louder, his legs kicked with more feverish energy and his warm, inflamed naked behind jounced and bucked about over her lap. Nearing the hot urge of pussy-come, Clarissa finished off the punishment with a quick rain of spanks, then ordered the weeping youngster out of the room. Locking the door behind him, she yanked down her panties and frigged, achieving hot come in only a few moments.
The next day, she found a pretext to spank Brad, the ten-year-old boy, on his naked behind; the thrill was even greater, and once again she frigged herself to come after the punishment had ended.
Clarissa constantly sought some way in which she could justifiably sentence the oldest boy, Doug, fifteen, to a naked-bottom spanking, but his behavior gave her no cause. At last, after ten days, when she and Doug were watching TV after his younger brothers had gone to bed, she realized her chance. Unknowingly, she had let her skirt furl up to expose bare thighs above her stocking tops, noticing it only when she discovered his ardent stare fixing on her legs.
Instead of tugging down her skirt, Clarissa began to chat confidentially with Doug, and elicited the admission from him that he liked looking at her legs and would love to see more. Also, he blushingly averred he'd never seen anything more of a woman than her legs, in just such a surreptitious way as he had used with Clarissa.
Clarissa drew a deep breath, then leaned towards him: "Doug, I'd love to put you over my lap and spank your big naked bottom. If you'll let me do that, I'll let you skip school tomorrow and you can see me bare-naked. How's that?" As he gaped at her, hardly believing his ears, she rose, lofting her dress to her waist and smiled knowingly as she saw his eyes fix on her nearly sheer panties, observing the thick dark muff of pussy hair at the crotch.
And so it was agreed. The next morning, as soon as Henry and Brad had gone off to school, she and Doug hurried to her room. There, removing everything except bra and panties, Clarissa stripped him naked, draped him over her bare thighs, and spanked him till her hand stung. Despite his wails and tears, she kept spanking till his bare behind with a violent, dark red.
Then, as he tearfully stumbled off her lap, she rose, drew off her bra and panties and held out her arms to him. "Feel me all you want, dear," she huskily murmured. Sniffling, the brown-haired, sturdy youngster moved to her, his hands fumblingly rubbing her pert pear-shaped tittie and slipped down to grasp and squeeze his achingly stiff prick. But, instead of jacking him off, she lay down on the bed and murmured, "Come fuck me, darling!" Doug clambered onto the bed, crawled over her, and she took hold of his throbbing shaft as, yawning open her cunt with her other hand, she guided him to enter her for his very first fuck. Though only a few groaning digs made him spurt his seed into her seething sheath, she achieved the longed-for hot come.
Before the vacation ended, Clarissa spanked him three more times, each time letting him fuck her as his reward. Also, she taught him how to suck her cunt, and he proved most adept with lips and tongue. When his parents came back, Clarissa still managed a few stealthy spanking sessions with him. However, when this proved too difficult to arrange, she began to pick up boys at random, offering them the privilege of fucking her in return for spanking their bare bottoms.
She dates much less frequently now, finding her sexual "kicks" mostly from the boys she lures to her apartment, whom she spanks and then offers herself to for fucking. She has tried spanking girls, but told me that it was only moderately satisfying and that she rarely does it now.
As we study her case, we see no traumatic experience early in her life which could have evoked her obsessive penchant for young boys; we must conclude that it was the sight of her eight-year-old nephew's spanking that somehow triggered her motivation.
CASE HISTORY: Margaret H-
Margaret Hwas married fifteen years, was thirty-six at the ime our case history begins, had a nine-year old boy, and was reasonably happy with her husband, though the latter's sex drive had begun to lag the past four or five years.
Neither parent believed in spanking as a disciplinary measure. But one day, Jack, her son, was especially irritating in a temper tantrum; and when nothing else seemed to work, Margaret decided to break the rule and spank him. As Jack cried and promised to be good from now on, Margaret experienced a strange sense of exhilaration. First she believed it to be satisfaction in having found a way to control the youngster, but before long she had to admit to herself that her feeling was one of deep sensual excitation.
The more she thought about the episode, the more she was convinced of this: his reddening bottom cheeks, the way they jerked, twisted, weaved and bounded over her lap, the crisp intonation of each spank, the feel of his firm satiny flesh under her castigating palm, the anguish of his cries and piteous promises.
When she realized this attunement, she at once stopped spanking Jack and sent him out of the room. Then, slipping her hand under her dress, she began to stroke her pussy. Then again forcing herself to drive away the specter of lust, she went out of the room, nervously agitated in her frustration.
This excitement lingered many days; even though she was again incited to punish the boy the same way when he misbehaved, she resisted, fearing the shame and unnaturalness of being aroused bv her own child.
Having turned to this pseudo-masochistic sexual release status, Margaret sought the help of a popular tabloid newspaper devoted mainly to corporal punishment and domestic discipline. As she flipped through the pages, she observed a large section of personal advertisements inserted by those who wanted to be spanked or to spank others. After she left her girlfriend, she bought a copy of the newspaper on the stand, went home and pursued it carefully. She discovered two advertisements by men in the same city (Kansas City, Missouri) who sought dominant female partners.
She wrote to the more likely candidate, a man of twenty-five, explaining her interest. A week later, he wrote back lengthily and excitedly of how he loved to be scolded and spanked by a strong woman. He included his phone number, and Margaret nervously dialed it. A secretary answered the phone, and as Margaret waited for the man to come on the line, she began to regret her impulsiveness and was about to hang up. Just then he picked up the phone. Nervously at first, she identified herself. She detected his excitement as he quickly arranged to visit her the next morning at nine-thirty.
Margaret slept only fitfully that night, and hurried to answer the door when the bell rang. As she opened the door, she saw that the advertiser for domination was a handsome, black-haired young man whose eyes glistened with excitement so they fixed on her. They chatted noncommittally for a time, and then she was in an armchair while he stood beside her chair, pleading that he would be a good boy from now on and begging her not to spank him. She felt a mild excitement grow in her, but it was not so strong as when she had punished her own son.
When he was naked, she saw that his prick was large and fully hardened, his thighs firm and muscular and hairy. As he draped himself over her lap, she began to scold him as her left arm tucked in his waist and her right rose and fell. But very soon, she knew it wouldn't work. Spanking her son and hearing his entreaties, had been real, convincing. This was mere simulation, and he was actually enjoying the spanking. And the scolding seemed so artificial as well.
Much too soon to please him, she stopped and told him to get up. He begged her to go on, but she told him why she couldn't and he understood. However, since he had cooperated, she agreed to strip and let him gamahuch her. Later, she jacked him off to come and told him that if she ever changed her mind, she'd call him again. She knew she wouldn't; it had been only the mildest pleasure for her throughout.
Margaret pondered on how to solve this problem for a week, and then a new solution unexpectedly presented itself. Stan, the ten-year-old boy from next door, threw a ball through her basement window. Calling him to the door, she scolded him and was surprised at the feverish intensity with which he pleaded for her not to tell his parents. When she wanted to know why not, he just looked at her like he was real hurt.
She frowned for a moment as she thought it over, then she proposed that satiny flesh under her castigating palm, the anguish of his cries and thus save from the dreaded strap. It was agreed, and a few minutes later, Margaret's quivering fingers stripped the tearful boy naked from the waist Jack and sent him out of the room. Then, slipping her hand under her dress, she stroked her pussy. Then again forcing herself to drive away the specter sensual bliss her nature so demanded. His bottom was a flaming red when she felt her own come approach. As she rubbed and squeezed the spanked cheeks of his squirming bare behind, her body writhed in the hot gush of pussy juicing.
Closing her eyes a moment to recover from the furious orgasmic bliss, she at last pulled the sobbing boy's clothes up, gave him milk and cookies and let him go back home. This experience calmed her overwrought nerves for a few days, and then the hidden obsession began to build up its tensions anew.
About a week later, Stan came over to her house to ask to play with her.
She was quite flustered about this and asked Stan to come in, again gave him milk and cookies and began to chat with him. She slyly drew the topic of conversation round to sex and learned that he had never seen a woman naked.
"Stan, if you'll let me spank you," she wheedled, I'll take off all my clothes right in front of you and you can look at me all you want."
"Huh? You-you mean it, Mrs.-Mrs. H--? " he gasped incredulously.
"Of course I mean it. Just look right now, dear," she coaxed as she stood up and slowly lifted dress and slip up to her waist. "Now come look and you can feel all you want too!"
The boy blinked, gulped, blushed, then moved forward, his eyes big as saucers. Soon his little fingers were prodding the crotch of her panties, poking at her belly the soft white flesh of her inner thighs.
Then, keeping her clothes uptrussed, Margaret lowered Stan's pants and shorts and drew her down over her thighs. She gave him a particularly hard spanking, and he cried piteously. But this gave her a hot come far more powerful than anything her husband had provided in the past few years.
A few minutes later, she stripped naked and let him play with her titties, bottom, pussy and legs. By the time he left, Stan had forgotten the pain of the spanking, and had, indeed, agreed to take other such punishments in the future. But even that wasn't enough for the now fully obsessed Margaret H-' Soon, she had seduced the thirteen-year-old newspaper delivery boy who accepted a sound spanking in return for fucking her. This time, besides tasting the sweet hot gush of girl-come when she spanked his naked seat, she had another and almost as powerful orgasm as he thrust his rigid young prick furiously back and forth inside her cunt. The knowledge that it was his very first fuck added to her excitement, too.
After that, Margaret began to wander along streets, through parks and playgrounds, in search of boys. She offered them money and fucking. Though she scared off a few, many were only too delighted to accept such an exciting offer from a handsome, mature woman, even though the idea of being spanked in itself was not especially pleasant. Margaret preferred her boys between thirteen and fifteen, since then they were still young enough to cry and act quite childishly during punishment, but later mature enough to manage a good hard-on and fuck her, as well as gamahuch her and accept on occasion a good frenching-something she eventually added to her sexual repertory.
Since I myself had a few consultations with Margaret, I may say that I found nothing in her own childhood, adolescence or early young adult life to explain the arousal she obtained from spanking boys. Moreover, though she offered her young partners fucking and frenching, I am convinced these phases of activity did not overly excite her: they were solely the means of enabling her to get the boy to agree to be spanked. I feel that if she had enjoyed a more vigorous sexual life with her husband, this penchant would not have developed. When one considers the risks she ran in luring boys home to spank them and go beyond that seeming innocuous game into adultery and deviation, one wonders indeed why a wife and mother would gratify this singular desire without deeply rooted cause. Margaret herself could never satisfactorily explain it, save that doing it to her own son seemed to initiate an urge that eventually could no longer be quelled. Perhaps, it may have been the subconscious impulse to incest; though she had refused henceforth to chastise her own son, her further essays with other young boys may well show that inwardly she sought to break that age-old taboo and that these boys were the sublimatory substitutes.
CASE HISTORY: Maralyn A-
Maralyn A was eighteen when her widowed mother married. Her stepfather was forty-two, had an eight-year-old daughter Phyllis and an eleven-year-old son Larry. Though Maralyn was still a virgin, she often dated and allowed her boy friends to neck. Also, she frigged herself to come after many of these dates, especially if they had had passionate necking sessions.
One evening while her mother and stepfather were at the theater, Phyllis began to annoy Maralyn with her whining and temper fit. Finally, in exasperation, Maralyn pulled the little girl over her lap, took down her panties and spanked her hard. That night in bed, Maralyn discovered that she was as excited as she was during a "necking party," and frigged herself to sleep.
She also began to think about her stepbrother and hoped that she might get the chance to spank him too.
A week later, once again while her parents were out for the evening, Larry broke a dish while playing in the kitchen, and she scolded him, forced him over her lap, lowered his pants and shorts and spanked him vigorously. This was even more exciting, and though she kept on spanking Phyllis whenever the latter was naughty, Maralyn went out of her way to find reasons to spank Larry.
About a month later, her stepfather went to Larry's room to say goodnight, found the sheets pulled off the boy, and, in readjusting them, discovered that Larry's bare bottom was still quite red. The next day, he called his son aside and asked him what had happened, learning in due course that Maralyn had spanked the boy almost every time he was out for the evening.
The stepfather kept this to himself and waited till he and Maralyn were alone in the house, then confronted her with Larry's confessional. "So you like spanking my son, do you, Maralyn?" he chuckled, eyeing her narrowly. "If you want to know what I think, you get your kicks that way-don't you? Come on, out with it!"
Maralyn blushingly lowered her eyes and nodded. He chuckled again: "Don't be ashamed, Maralyn girl. Fact is, I understand it very well. You see, I like to spank myself. Only, I go for older girls-a girl like you for instance. No listen. I'll let you spank Larry whenever you want, and in exchange, I'll expect you to take a good bare-bottom paddling from me every so often. How's that sound?"
Maralyn looked down at the floor, blushed even more hotly, then slowly nodded. "Great!" he exulted. "All right, young lady, come over to me this minute!"
The pretty brunette hesitantly approached. Her stepfather grasped her by the wrist, drew her down over his lap, rolled up skirt and slip and then lingeringly took down her panties, draping them exactly at the hollows of her nylon-sheathed knees. Then, after luxuriatingly caressing her quivering, flinching, creamy ass with his right palm as he tucked in her waist with his left arm, he began to spank.
He spanked her jouncy oval bottom cheeks long and hard enough to make her cry and kick, but later she agreed it was worth it. Even when it came to the point that he ordered her to strip totally naked for her spankings, she still found it worth the price.
Gradually, Maralyn lost her interest in dating fellows of her own age and devoted more of her time and attention to Larry. Nor is it surprising that the spanking sessions with her virile stepfather eventually led to her agreeing to let him fuck her. And when Larry reached puberty, Maralyn injected a strong sexual note into spanking him. She began by lifting her dress to have him lie over her bare thighs. Later, she removed her dress and slip entirely, wearing only bra and panties when spanking time came around, and she noticed that he always got a hard-on when he had to lie over her lap with her scantily clad that way. Soon, she was stripping naked to spank him, then encouraging him to fondle and kiss her naked charms. Before long she permitted him to fuck her, then taught him how to gamahuch her burning cunt.
Still later, she encouraged Larry to bring his friends to the house and offered them the same deal that had so delighted Larry. When she talked to them, she would lift her dress to show off her creamy thighs above her nylons, and she was never refused.
She is now twenty-five and rarely dates, showing little interest in men. Though it is obvious that she still searches for boys to give her sexual gratification by being spanked in return for her favors of yielding her cunt to be nicked or gamahuched, she refused to discuss it-I have tried on several occasions to aid her with psychoanalysis and in vain. True, she evidences shame for what she does, but she will not accept professional help in breaking the habit, and I doubt that he ever will.
Her greatest danger is her feeling of guilt and shame. The human mind, if thus constantly besieged by such feelings, may become irreparably damaged. She has, it appears, yielded to the more immediate and certain more powerful urges of her body. The sadomasochistic syndrome has full hold of her
Today, in our sexual revolution, we have come to see that ingenuous games like spanking can be utilized by both partners as a kind of foreplay to rouse each other to spontaneous, eager passion. As such, it is not harmful, being the means, not the end, to sexual fulfillment. But for Maralyn, I fear the means itself is the end; and this is the way to perversion.
CHAPTER SIX
Gamahuching, Frenching and Other Deviations
Gamahuching, frenching, and other deviations from conventional fucking, such as buggering and mutual frigging, while they are widely practiced, are in many sectors of our society condemned as being "unnatural and sinful."
In many cases, this condemnation is based on religious upbringing in which even ordinary and legal fucking between husband and wife, though accepted, is something to be practiced quietly in a darkened bedroom without enjoyment by either party. This goes back to the repressions of Victorianism, to be sure.
A different kind of philosophy is that which is followed by those who feel that sexual intercourse can and should be practiced for enjoyment as well as procreation, but draw the line between fucking and such acts as gamahuching and frenching. It is within this latter group that we find the greatest amount of hypocrisy. So you will find that the material contained in this chapter is drawn from discussions with patients, doctors, psychiatrists, psychologists and also prostitutes-who are an invariably rewarding source of information when it comes to sexual behaviorism.
We invariably hear the same story from prostitutes, and it seems to be a kind of cycle. Men enjoy talking to prostitutes almost as much as they enjoy the physical services they buy from her, hence she is able to find out more about them in some fields of sexual behavior than their family doctor. The average prostitute will say to you, "A John (the client) gets his clothes off, feels me around a while, and then asks if I'll give him a blow job (frenching). He doesn't squawk when he finds out that my price is more for that. Well, once we settle on the price, he wants to talk about it. He wants to know what it feels like, whether I swallow his gism or not, how I did it the first time and all that sort of stuff. Usually he goes to a prostitute to be frenched. When I ask him if his wife ever does it for him he is just horrified at the suggestion. He says, 'My wife would never do a thing like that!' Yes, a man who would gladly pay me extra to frenche him or blow him, as we call it, would be absolutely horrified if his own wife offered to do it for him free because she loved him. It would cheapen her in his eyes, and maybe he couldn't even love or respect her anymore. It's crazy, but that's the way it is."
There was a pause.
"It all seemed crazy."
This is very true, and it has been observed in many a marriage manual. Again it stems back to our old hang-up with Victorianism and its after-effects which have lasted so long and which not even our sexual revolution seems to have dispersed forever. There is a kind of spurious double standard here. A man does not expect to find in his marriage bed a "whore with tricks." For this, he has traditionally gone to a whorehouse. Therefore if he discovers that his wife has a real desire for sex and that she even wishes to practice some of the things that he would think of only when he is in the whorehouse, his respect for her wanes. It is unjust and irrational, but there it is.
But this is only one side of the coin, and we shall deal with the other side in this chapter. We shall discuss the customer who wants to gamahuch the prostitute. Many prostitutes are delighted with this request and only too pleased to grant it. Here again the man-likes to talk about it while he builds up for the actual moment. And when the prostitute asks him whether he has ever done this wife his wife, he is horrified. What he says in effect is "how dare you suggest that my wife would engage in such a habit! She is a normal and respectable woman, and she would hate me if I ever tried to do a thing like that to her."
Another objection which prevents the male from gamahuching his wife is the fear that she may ask him who taught him that trick. Thus, the married man who wants to gamahuch goes to a whore for it-or of course, to a mistress or perhaps his secretary or some other girlfriend outside his marriage.
What about the wife? Even the most sheltered women have heard about gamahuching, and some may even have experimented with it in their college days, or perhaps in a sorority or a secret girls' club. They wait for the husband to make an offer or to try it without asking, but because of the curious social taboo which exists among males, he never makes the approach.
So the women we will study in this chapter have one thing in common: their husbands never gamahuched them, and as their marriage progressed, their desire for this practice grew until they found a boy willing or even anxious to satisfy this very basic need. Perhaps this chapter, therefore, may contain a wise moral for the sensitive and appreciative and considerate husband. That which is done in love is not degrading or base and should have no guilt attached to it. And again, if every husband were to treat his wife as she wishes to be treated, we might have far fewer sexual neuroses and repressions, and certainly less pedophilia.
CASE HISTORY Rita W-
Rita W married at the age of twenty-one, and was a pure virgin. She had never experimented even with girls, and she claims that she had never even masturbated. Her husband was an omnivorous reader whose taste ran to the strongly erotic. When she went through her husband's books, Rita became fascinated by all the things about sex she had never learned. The most interesting of these, however, was gamahuching. After he read about vivid descriptions of the act, she began to wonder how it would feel to have her husband do it to her.
When she discussed it with him casually . one evening, he seemed most uncomfortable. In her desperation to arouse his interest, she asked if he had ever done it to a girl, since she knew that he had had several affairs before the marriage.
He denied it so vehemently that she dropped the subject. He said to her, "It's something interesting to read about, but it's not the sort of thing decent people do within the sanctity of marriage." This was of course the most pompous of all answers, and it was the wrong one for Rita.
She made a few attempts in the next few months to have him gratify her interest and curiosity, but all of them met with the same complete rejection which bordered on almost actual revulsion. And then about a week later, she happened to be chatting with a neighbor and mentioned a book she was reading in which a man gamahuched a woman several times. Her friend's reaction to that was a smiling, "Oh sure, and isn't that the biggest thrill of all when you feel a man's face moving between your legs and finally he gets his mouth right on your pussy?"
Stupefied in having found a woman who admitted to enjoying the act, Rita confessed that she had never experienced it but was just dying to do so. Rita's friend, Brenda T-, told her how her husband did it almost every time he got ready to fuck her and how he enjoyed it just as much as she did. She went so far as to tell Rita how he always found her clitoris and tongued it until she came, and she also illustrated the various positions the two of them used.
She wound up her description with, "Baby, you've never known a hot come until you get it that way. Why don't you talk that stuffy husband Dave of yours into going down on you just once? He may learn to like being a muff-diver."
But Rita knew better. Also, she knew that after she had heard all this lurid description from her friend and was aware that her friend was being gratified in this longed for way of lovemaking, it was going to be much more difficult for her than it had ever been before.
By an odd coincidence, Rita was sitting in her backyard that afternoon. She had been reading, but put the book down when the excitement of the reading and her own erotic fantasies became too much for her. Shutting her eyes, she leaned down in the lawn chair. A few minutes later, she heard a sound from the thick cluster of shrubbery between her yard and the adjoining one. Opening her eyes just a little, she saw that her neighbor's fourteen-year-old boy was hiding in the hedge looking at her. She saw also that he had a perfect view under her dress, and her heart began to pound wildly. Pretending still to be asleep, she spread her legs even more to make certain he could see the crotch of her black nylon panties.
Out of the corner of her eye, she watched him and her pulse throbbed madly when she saw him open up his trousers and take out his prick. While he stared at her, he began to jack off. After he had gone, she remained in the chair a long time thinking of how excited he had been. And it wasn't long before she got the notion that a boy who became so excited by looking at her from afar would be excited enough to do anything in the closeness of the bedroom with a woman who was more than just cooperative. By the time nightfall had come, she believed she had worked out a plan to gratify her desires.
The next afternoon the boy across the way returned from school a little after three. Rita knew that neither of his parents would be home until well after five, so there were two hours she could use with him if she could only get him interested. Calling to him as he walked into the backyard, she invited him into her house. She opened a bottle of soda pop, poured out some Scotch for herself, and then sat opposite him with her legs crossed so that he could see a lot of her upper thighs above the stocking tops.
Then a few minutes later, with a warm smile, she said to him, "Jack, you know when you were looking at me yesterday, I got really excited." The boy gasped and blushed violently when she told him that she had seen him jacking off-and she used those very words, as she told me. Then she informed him, "There are lots more nice things a boy and a girl can do together. Would you like to know about them?"
He began to tremble, and she was afraid he would run away so she put down her glass, stood up and lifted her dress to show him all of her panties. His eyes bulged as he stared at her cunt which the tight panties snugged, and she knew he would stay.
She invited him to sit beside her on the couch, and a few minutes later his hands were rubbing the tops of her nylon stockings, then her bare thighs above and finally pressing her panties here and there. She opened her blouse and showed him her bra, and allowed him to feel her titties through it.
Then she said, "Jack, how would you like me to strip naked?"
She told me that "his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, Dr. Klow. And then I told him, 'Well, if you'd like to see me naked, you have to do something nice for me. Do you see my pussy-hair through my panties, Jack? Well, I'm going to take them off. Then I want you to kiss me right on my pussy and lick it too. Would you do that if I strip naked for you? Do you know that husbands and wives do this all the time, and it shows how grownup you are when you do a thing like that to a girl?' "
The boy was rapt with excitement. Then she began to undress lingeringly, inviting him to fondle her as she took off all her clothes. Finally naked except for her garter belt and her stockings, she aroused him even more as she told me, by "putting my fingers to my pussy and drawing the lips apart and then I told him he could look all he wanted and even touch it."
Finally, remembering what her girlfriend had told her about the various positions for gamahuching, she chose one, lay back with her thighs broar"v spread and told him, "Now go on, I did what you wanted me to, now you do what I like. Suck and kiss me there."
The moment she felt the boy's mouth touch her cunt, she began to enjoy the reality of gamahuching. He was obivously completely inexperienced, but nonetheless she achieved a hot come quickly, and she told me that it was the most satisfying she had ever experienced in her days of making love with the gallant gentlemen that had desired her.
After she had regained control of herself, she offered him a chance to fuck her, and he gladly accepted. She watched him strip naked, she fondled his cock, took him in her arms and guided him over her, fitted his prick into her pussy by opening the lips with one hand and taking hold of his ramrod with the other, and then she found another furious come surge upon her just as he was beginning iO spurt his essence.
Before Jack left, Rita and he made an arrangement whereby he would come home from school early as often as possible and they would play this novel game again.
At this point, let me add to this case history that of Brenda T-, because Brenda was the friend who told Rita how exciting gamahuching was and incited Rita into seducing Jack. I reprint this verbatim narrative from the tape recording during the interview I had with Brenda T-, after I had assured her that I would never discuss any aspect of it with Rita:
Rita, you know, Dr. Klow, had often mentioned books where gamahuching was described. And you know, the funny thing was that my husband used to be just as stuffy as her husband was, but I never knew anything about it. And one day when she talked abou it, I just had a silly notion to tell her a big lie about how my husband did it to me so often. I saw how excited she got, so I kept building the story.
At the same time, my idea was that if I got her excited enough, she would suggest that we try it on each other. I wanted to, but I couldn't quite bring myself to suggest it. Rita would have to make the first move, and I thought it would be the best way. I never really had had any experience with girls, and I was just a little ashamed-you know.
Well, anyway, after a few days, Rita came to me with stars in her eyes and she told me what happened with Jack. I knew she wasn't lying. So I said to her I would like to join the session with the two of them, and she thought it would be real thrilling to have the boy do it to both of us.
That afternoon, when Jack came in, I was there with Rita and we both had only our bras and panties on when he walked in. Well, I thought he was going to burst right through his pants when he saw us! A few minutes later, we were both naked, and he was going absolutely nuts fondling both of us at the same time. When it came time to be gamahuched, I told Rita that I wanted her to go first while I watched.
Dr. Klow, I think it was the most thrilling moment of my life as I watched that boy working on her with his mouth and tongue. She got a real hot come in a very short time, and the way she wiggled and squirmed and moaned, I could see it was really thrilling.
When he got up from her, he just looked at me without saying a word. I lay down on the bed the way Rita had done and hen for the first time in my life, I felt a fellow's mouth sucking my cunt. I thought I would gush before he even began to work on me, but I didn't.
There were a few terrific minutes before I felt myself exploding in a way I never knew before. Not even my husband has been able to give me anything like that, for all that he was a pretty good fucker. After that, without even realizing I was going to do it, I rolled over on Jack and I took his stiff cock in my mouth.
I hadn't ever done that to anybody before, but I just had to do it, I felt. Soon I felt spurt in my mouth, and it gave me a terrific sensation, much better than fucking ever was.
Well after that, Dr. Klow, we made it a three-way party until one day Jack told us about a fifteen-year-old friend of his who would just love to join us. Rita and I talked it over and we told him it would be a swell idea. So the next day Dane joined us.
From then on, we had two boys to service us anyway we wanted, and boy, did we keep them busy! As fast as we could think of other wild things to do, they did it. For example, Rita and I have both been buggered, and we never dreamed anybody would do that to us, certainly not our hubbies.
This has been going on for two years now, and we don't intend to stop. Yes, there's a danger that the boys could squeal and we could be caught, but it's so exciting that we're prepared to take the risk
It is ironic indeed that Rita's alteration into a seductress of boys came about through a lie. If her friend had been honest with her and had evinced ignorance of the act of gamahuching, it is quite likely that Rita would not today be one of my case histories, in my file as an individual whose obsession nullifies her own awareness that she needs psychiatric aid.
CASE HISTORY: Cecilia S-
Cecilia S was seduced at the age of fifteen by an uncle who was living with the family. Shortly after he had taught her what fucking was for the first time, he introduced her to both gamahuching and frenching, and she learned to enjoy both to such an extent that the two of them practically agreed not to fuck and instead found their mutual satisfaction in oral and lingual pleasures.
Four years later, while this passionate affair was still in full flower, Cecilia's uncle was killed in an automobile accident. Plunged into deep grief, she left home without any word of explanation to her parents and took a job in Buffalo, a few hundred miles away from the place of her birth. Gradually she began to recover from the loss of her lover and understood that there were other men in the world who could provide the same satisfactions that he had known how to give her. She was twenty and extremely attractive at the time she began to think of renewing her sexual career.
One evening after she had had dinner with her boss in an excellent restaurant, he suggested a ride in the country. Cecilia sensed that there was more involved than simply an automobile drive, and readily agreed. It wasn't long before he parked the car in a wooded area and began to make the usual passes. Cecilia returned his kisses as passionately, and before long he was taking off her clothes while she fondled his prick and kissed him on the mouth and indicated that she was enthusiastically cooperative.
But when he attempted to fuck her, she shook her head and said, "Oh no-please don't do that!"
"Why, what's wrong, Cecilia? The way you acted, I thought you were dying for it just as I am," he said.
"No, I don't do that. But I'll french you if you'll gamahuch me, Mr. Elston," was her answer.
Her boss, whose name is obviously not what we have given here, liked the idea of her taking his prick into her mouth, but he told her that he had never yet gamahuched a woman and he didn't intend to start. They began to quarrel, and finally he called her a dirty low bitch. Finally he drove her back to the city and he told her, "You might just as well consider yourself fired, because I don't want to have tramps like you around the office."
This was a rebuff and a traumatic experience, and for several months, Cecilia stayed away from him. When again the urges in her healthy young body blazed up, and she attempted another liaison, hoping it would be successful.
The results were not very much different. The man of her choice turned out to be a married man in his late forties, and when she suggested they skip fucking and resort to gamahuching and frenching for satisfaction, he was horrified. He even attempted to rape her, but she managed to kick him in the shins and get out of his apartment.
For quite some time, Cecilia remained within her shell. She even thought of taking up with girls in order to be gamahuched, but she rejected that because she liked to french and that was just as important as was getting a hot come through being gamahuched. But strong as her desire was, the fear of rejection was stronger. Whenever she was tempted to go out with a man, she remembered the ugly, previous rejections and decided not to take the chance.
One evening she found herself alone in the house where she occupied a room as a tenant, with the thirteen-year-old son of the landlord. The thought occurred that while a man might reject her ideas, an experienced boy might see nothing strange in them. Also she remembered how her uncle had taught her the joys of fucking and other even more delicious pleasures at the early age of fifteen. So she determined to take the initiative and seduce the boy.
A few minutes later she came down to the living room where he was watching TV. He looked up, startled to see that she was wearing only bra, panties, garter belt and nylon stockings. "It's much too warm to wear anything more than this, Pete," she said with a warm smile, "and I hope you don't mind."
"Oh gee no, Miss Cecilia!" he breathed.
It didn't take long before he was feeling her and exchanging passionate kisses. Then she let him take off her bra and feel her naked titties. When finally she removed her panties for him, Pete was more than excited. She zipped down his pants, took out his stiff hard young cock, bent down and took it into her mouth. He uttered a groan and then suddenly shot off and she swallowed it.
"Now that I've done something nice for you, Pete, will you do as much for me?" she murmured.
"Oh sure, Miss Cecilia-oh gosh, that was just terrific-I never felt anything so nice in all my life!" he exclaimed.
"All right, you see I made you come when I sucked you. Now if you'll do the same thing to me, that'll be paying me back. Here, kneel down and do it, and put your hands on my bottom and squeeze hard."
He showed not the slightest repugnance or hesitation as he willingly knelt down and began to kiss and lick her cunt. Soon he brought her to a hot come. Then he looked up at her, blushing, and stammered, "Would you do that-you know-to my prick again?"
"Of course I will, darling. But I want you to suck my cunt again because it was ever so nice. Then I'll make it even nicer for you," she promised.
And so he complied and again Cecilia tasted the ecstasy of come. When it was over, she made him lie down on his back on the bed, knelt over him, bent down her head and began to lick and suck his prick. Pete became immediately addicted to it, and it was their regular custom every time they found themselves alone. It might have gone on indefinitely if the landlord hadn't entered the house quietly one evening and caught his son and his boarder in the act.
Pete was sent to his bedroom and told to wait for his lesson, and the landlord caught Cecilia by the wrist and dragged her down to the basement recreation room, warning her to submit if she didn't want the police called and find herself landed in jail for a good long term for corrupting a minor.
When he got her down to the room, he ordered, "Now take off all your clothes. This time you're going to know what a real man is like!"
Trembling and crying, Cecilia obeyed. When she stood before him naked, one hand covering her pussy and the other arm crooked over her titties, he commanded, "Now you can do what you did for my boy. Get down on your knees and blow me."
Cecilia looked at him, and some of her fear began to fade. She rather willingly sank down on her knees and, putting her hands to the backs of the man's hairy thighs, obligingly frenched him. But when she had finished, he took his belt out of his pants and gave her a severe flogging, then ordered her to pack and leave at once.
Alone and confused, Cecilia couldn't forget the enjoyment she had had with Pete, so she rented an apartment to give her the privacy she wanted and then began to look for boys. It was very simple to pick up eager boys who were just dying to find out what sex was all about. Taking them home, she would initiate them in both gamahuching and frenching, without the slightest resistance.
Before long, she found out that not only did the boys want to come back, but they also wanted to bring their friends.
She kept a diary of all her relations, and it was one of the most astounding personal records I have ever perused. One of the latest entries in it told of a Saturday afternoon when, by prior arrangement, fourteen boys, between thirteen and sixteen years of age came to her apartment. She had all of them strip naked, and then she did the same. She danced for them to the music of a record player, and then she had one of them gamahuch her while she stood there with her hands on her hips, weaving and squirming to the music until she came.
Then she had all fourteen boys line up as she sat in a comfortable chair and had them come to her one by one. She sucked them all off and swallowed their spunk. After she received two more hot comes by being gamahuched, she frenched five of the boys who were able to perform a second time. But when finally the afternoon was over, she had frenched boys to come no fewer than nineteen times!
About a week later, Cecilia was found stabbed to death in her apartment. The crime was never solved. The police still believe that the parents of one of the boys discovered what had been done and chose this drastic and vengeful method to end the life of this seductress of young boys.
I make no moral judgments and I hold no condemnations. It seems to me, however, that here again we have the odious "double standard" which warped Cecilia's life. It appears that the male is often so selfish that he thinks only of his own pleasure and considers the female's request for mutual gratification a proof of her "indecency." This is proved countless times by the comments of prostitutes whom I have interviewed, in which they indicate that "fellows come to us to get what they don't get at home. If a guy did that to his wife in return though, all his friends would say that being a muff-diver shows he isn't a man. That's why, I guess, a lot of fellows would never blow a girl's cunt or go down on it. But it's all right for her to do it to him. That's another story."
It is indeed another story, and so long as it exists, it shows that our so-called sexual revolution has really not come to its zenith.
CASE HISTORY: Norma A-
Norma A married at the age of twenty-three and was a virgin at the time. Her husband, four years older than herself, had had considerable sexual experience. On the second night of their honeymoon, he shocked Norma by telling her how much he enjoyed being frenched by a woman. The thought was abhorrent to her, but since she loved her husband and knew that her own parental training had never given her much background in sexual behavior, she agreed to do it for him.
Later that night, he had her sit on the bed while he taught her to frig herself with her index finger. This seemed very strange to her, but she relied on his experiences and posed no objections.
Finally, she got up courage enough to ask him about fucking, and she was absolutely shocked when he replied to her, "Personally, Norma, I think a woman ought to stay a virgin and get her kicks by frenching her husband and frigging herself, just the way you've done just now. Fucking isn't necessary at all."
I know that many of my readers will find it hard to believe, but I can personally vouch for this case. Norma accepted her husband's words without question, so they continued to employ the method of oral and tactual jacking off for two months, on an average of about four times a week.
But Norma lost her faith in her husband's ideas one evening when he brought a friend home to visit. In front of her, the topic of conversation turned to sex and both men discussed it with a candor and vulgarity that horrified her.
Later that evening, her husband stripped naked and his friend did the same. The quickness with which his friend did so indicated that this had all been pre-arranged between them.
When Norma was ordered to strip also, she hesitated. Once again, however, her husband prevailed upon her to obey, and she did so. The two men fondled and kissed and caressed her naked body and then her husband commanded her to kneel down and blow him.
Thereafter, she was obliged to stand in front of both men and frig herself while they discussed her reactions as they watched. A little later, she was again ordered to kneel and do a blow-job, but this time on their guest. She objected strenuously this time, but once again her husband compelled her to submit.
After the husband's friend had left, Norma remonstrated with her husband, but he remained adamant. He even told her that in future times he would bring many male friends home to see his virgin bride and that she would be expected to blow them all or else!
The next day while her husband was at work, Norma visited her family doctor and tried to tell him her story. He listened, asked many questions, and then advised her to bring action for a divorce.
After the divorce, Norma went back to work and concentrated on a readjustment to single life, but she soon found that the adjustment was extremely difficult. Despite the way her husband had abused and treated her, she had come to enjoy frenching.
Often as she walked the streets, she would look at a man and try to imagine that she could see his erect prick about to enter her mouth. This desire grew to the point where she had to force herself not to walk up to strange men and offer to blow them, as she told me.
The beach had become her favorite place for this sublimation, because when she looked at men in tight bathing trunks, it seemed to her that she could almost "touch and feel and see their pricks."
On one of her excursions to the beach, she wore an extremely brief bathing suit, and walked down to the end of the beach to find it almost deserted. Not too far away she suddenly observed a boy who was about fourteen or fifteen looking at her. She wasn't sure that her imagination wasn't playing her tricks, but she was certain he had a hard-on.
Walking over to him, she crouched down beside him and began to talk. In a few minutes she was sure of herself. In the plainest of words, as she told me, she said, "Would you like to suck me off?" Nervously, but eagerly, the boy accepted.
The thick bushes behind the beach provided a fine screen behind which, at his request, she pulled down the halter top of her suit and let him fondle her titties. A few minutes later she pushed down the bottoms of her suit and told him, "Feel me up. Stick your fingers in my pussy if you like, and get me nice and hot and then I'll really blow you."
He at once complied, and soon Norma felt as if she were ready to explode. She couldn't wait any longer and she told him to stop and then pulled his bathing trunks down. She knelt down and reached for his prick.
"Will you let me fuck you instead?" the boy panted.
Norma didn't answer. However, she held him firmly, her right thumb and forefinger against his scrotum, her left hand fondling and squeezing his shaft, and then she fed it into her mouth and began to suck at it until he spurted.
Delighted with his thrilling experience, the boy asked if they could meet again and she told him that she often came to the beach. The very next day she hurried right to the beach from work and there he was waiting for her.
Again, the act was repeated. But the next time she met the boy, there was another boy the same age sitting a short distance away. When she asked about him, she found out that he was a friend of her chance lover, and she said that both of them might come along behind the bushes and she would take care of them.
Within a month, she became something of a legend among the boys of the area, and as boys will do, they began to gossip. One day as she began a session with four boys, a plainclothesman stepped out of hiding. Taking the boys' names, he sent them away. Then he made Norma french him, after which he arrested her, charging her with indecent assault upon a male and contributing to the delinquency of juveniles.
I came to this case when the judge referred her to me, believing that it would be better for her to have some psychiatric treatment than to have her previously spotless life besmirched by a criminal conviction.
I am happy to report that the treatment was a complete success, and she is now radiantly married to a man who, she tells me with a smile, enjoys fucking as well as being Frenched, and will in turn gamahuch her. She assures me that she has no further interest in boys.
In one sense, we can hardly blame Norma for her obsession with the young male, since her sexual education was extremely limited and then she had the misfortune of running to a husband who was undoubtedly a homosexual and detested women. He would not otherwise have degraded her by forcing her to French his friends in his presence.
Yet, I am convinced after several sessions with her that her desire to give a man oral love was a kind of symbolic gesture of her trust and faith, which as we know was pitifully abused by her first husband.
CASE HISTORY:: Joanne C-
When Joanne C was a little girl, she was something of a tomboy who had no use for the company of her own sex. Indeed, she became so much a member of the group of boys with whom she played daily that they finally invited her to go into the bushes with them when they played "house and doctor."
Several of these boys, as it turned out, were homosexuals and began to bugger one another. Joanne, however, was delighted to be with these naked boys and was quite excited about their games. When she undressed, she allowed them to explore her body just as she did theirs.
The oldest boy in the group, who was about twelve, knew enough about fucking to want to try it with her. However, remembering her mother's warning about the terrible things that could happen to a girl who lets a boy do that, she refused.
However, her mother said nothing about her ass-hole, and so when the boy wanted to put his cock in there, she eagerly turned her bottom and accommodated him.
From that time on, she took on a new status with this gang and became their queen. Children are notorious gossips, so word soon reached the ears of her parents. There was an atrocious scene on the evening of the day the news had come to her father of her indiscretions. This time her naked bottom was severely thrashed with a doubled belt and her father told her that if he ever caught her doing anything like that again, he would have her committed to an institution.
She was kept under very strict surveillance after that, and in time developed more normal interests. Her parents soon after moved to Chicago, where she went to high school. Here she dated and engaged in a reasonable amount of necking, but kept her cherry. When she was twenty, she dated one man more regularly than the others, and their necking eventually became extremely passionate.
One evening, her lover fondled her bottom through her panties, the first time he had done that, and it brought back the vivid realization of her childish escapades. Joanne knew that she wanted him to bugger her.
Breaking off their embrace, she said, "Tom, take me to your apartment, please."
He stared at her greedily and nodded, "I sure will, baby. I sure will."
When they got to his apartment, both went into the bedroom at once and stripped naked. He began to fondle her, sucking her titties, caressing her belly, and inner thighs and pussy, and then laid her on the bed, parted her thighs and went between them.
"Oh no, not that!" she objected. "What's wrong?" he asked anxiously. "M want you to do it in the other hole. You know, in my bottom," she murmured. "You're crazy," he laughed.
But before Joanne could move away he had grabbed her by the titties and thrust his prick against her cunt and what happened then was actually rape, and it was painful. So she never saw him again after that night.
For the next several months, she stopped dating entirely and tried to banish this traumatic experience from her mind. But then things changed for her. Her office had hired a fifteen-year-old boy as a part-time messenger. Joanne had been pleasant to him and he obviously liked her.
She had begun to recall that it had been with boys that she had enjoyed buggering so much. The one time she had tried it with a man she had really loved, she had been rejected. Although Ted was older than the boys with whom she had learned these games, he was still a boy. He was fifteen and he would do what she wanted, not the other way around.
The next day she made some purchases during her lunch hour and instead of having them delivered, carried them back to her office. During the afternoon, while chatting with Ted, she told him about the parcels she had to carry and asked him if he would help her home with them. She also suggested that he could stay for dinner. He quickly agreed.
That evening, dressed so that she could show him as much as possible of her body, especially when she reached to bend over, she put herself out to be a charming hostess to make him completely at ease.
After dinner, she sat beside Ted on the couch and made sure he noticed how her dress gaped open at the bodice where she had unfastened the top button. She smiled when she caught him looking and then murmured, "Want me to undo another button?"
He agreed that that would be a lovely idea and he went on agreeing with her other suggestions until finally she tossed her dress over the arm of a chair and stood before him in bra and panties. These two were soon removed, and they stood face to face, as she took his wrists and led his hands to her titties, then urged him to feel her all over, as she locked her arms around him and kissed him. She made sure, however, that his hands paid plenty of attention to her round, full, creamy bottom cheeks.
Then she suggested that he strip naked, and she saw that he had a tremendous hard-on. Again, they stood face to face, fondling each other, and she whispered, "You know, when I was a little girl, I used to play with boys. They used to get behind me and bugger me. You know what that is, darling?"
Ted shook his head. "FU show you then, and you'll like it," she promised.
Then she knelt down on the floor, instructing him to kneel behind her bottom, and he was fumblingly sticking his prick into her ass-hole. Feeling him inside her, and jiggling herself back and forth to meet his thrusts, she felt ecstasy. Before he left that night, they repeated the act of sodomy.
Ted frequently visited her apartment after that, and while she still enjoyed being buggered by him, she kept remembering how excited he had been the very first time. It was this excitement, she decided, which was most thrilling of all, rather than the act itself. And so, when she could wit no longer, she went to a movie one afternoon, looked for a boy sitting by himself, then sat down beside him.
A few minutes after she began to edge her skirt up until she saw him steal quick glances. Then she boldly pulled one side of her skirt right up to the top, and by now the boy had stopped pretending even looking at the movie.
When she reached for his hand, he gave it to her and she put it on her bare thigh. He moved it up, and she opened her thighs to let him feel her pussy.
They began to whisper, and soon he followed her out of the theater. A few minutes later they were both naked in her apartment and he was excitedly telling her that he had never seen a naked woman before.
Joanne felt that she couldn't wait any longer, and so she said to him, "What I want you to do is put it in my bumhole. Will you, darling?"
The boy was startled, but finally agreed. Once again, Joanne felt that wild, savage and pagan excitement as the unknown boy fumbled between her bottom cheeks with his prick to find at last the puckering little slit of her bumhole.
She reached back to open up her bottom cheeks and made it easier for him. When he had shot his load into her, she let him remain there while she found her clitoris with her index finger and frigged herself until she came.
Thus, a continuing pattern began for her. Every time she felt the desire for a new boy, she would go to a movie and find one the same way. Sometimes the boy would be alarmed at her approach and moved away, but usually she had no difficulty.
Once the boy got to her apartment, she always got what she wanted. One of her boys had heard his older chums talk about gamahuching, and she was quite delighted to let him try that on her. Indeed she liked it so much that she kept him there kneeling and sucking and kissing her cunt until she came. Then she offered the same thing to other boys, and most of them accepted the double treat of buggering and gamahuching her.
At the age of thirty-six, Joanne had a serious attack of brain fever and was near death. During this period, she experienced remorse about having seduced so many boys to something she felt sure was really unnatural and wrong.
When she was released from the hospital, she came to me for treatment at the suggestion of her physician. She seems to have overcome the problem, and she has also learned to enjoy fucking with mature males. Since she is still stunningly attractive, she has no lack of partners.
My only hope is that having cured her original deviation, she will not turn to the equally serious problem of limitless promiscuity. Sometimes, in order to escape the stigma of one particular penchant of sexual behavior, the individual may go to the extreme in choosing a new approach. That would be the real danger for Joanne.
CASE HISTORY: Ethel B-
Ethel B was brought to me from another city by her husband, both being wealthy and socially prominent. At the time she first consulted with me, she was forty-three, but still quite attractive.
Her husband brought her to me because he had caught her in the act of frenching a boy of thirteen. He told me at the time that when he first came upon her doing this, his first impulse was to kill her. His next thought was divorce, but the scandal would destroy him socially nd harm him in his business life as well. Therefore, he believed that psychiatric treatment was the only alternative.
So after a long series of consultations, Ethel told me her story. Although it was considered a reasonably good marriage, her husband, who had been the victim of a Victorian kind of upbringing, had never been a very ardent or imaginative lover.
She had enjoyed a few discreet affairs before marriage, but she had not fucked her husband before getting married to him. By the time she discovered his lack of ability and interest in the bedroom, it was far too late.
So, by the time she reached forty, Ethel had more or less resigned herself to a life with almost no sexual activity. Then one day when she was walking in the grounds of their country mansion, she stopped to watch a group of neighborhood boys swimming in the creek at the far end of the estate. She observed that a few of them weren't wearing any trunks at all, and so hid behind some bushes to watch. To her surprise, she felt a wave of sexual excitement surge along her inner thighs.
Almost every day after that, she visited the same area. On the fateful afternoon, she found only two boys who were about twelve years of age. To her dismay, she saw that both were wearing bathing trunks as they came out of the water.
She was about to leave when she suddenly saw them standing on the bank and pulling their trunks partly down. Then, panting with excitement, she saw each boy play with the other's prick, until both had hard-ons.
And then, still more to her amazement, she saw one of the boys bend his head down and take the other boy's prick into his mouth. He held it there for only a few moments, and then the other boy emulated him. Her memory flashed back more than twenty years to a time when a young man had coaxed her to do that for him after he had brought her to a climax by gamahuching her. She had found both acts very exciting.
Before she could control the impulse, Ethel had hurried around the bushes and come face to face with the two boys. She threatened to tell their parents what she had caught them doing, then took them to a log cabin not far from the creek.
There she had them take their trunks off and, taking a prick in each hand, she began to fondle them. Right away their fear was lost, and both very quickly had hard-ons.
"Would you like me to take off my clothes, too;" she asked.
They gulped and nodded.
When she was naked, Ethel invited them to fondle her, and then she began to feel a fierce degree of sexual arousal, more than she had had in all the time of her marriage.
Finally, she told the boys what she had in mind, and though they were nervous, they agreed.
The younger of the two volunteered to go first. Ethel laid down on the couch, spread her thighs, and took hold of the back of his head as she guided his mouth to her cunt. Then she whispered to him, "Stick in your tongue, dear, and find the little button there."
He caught on quickly, and Ethel tells me that she had one of the best comes that she could ever remember.
When she came to after the delicious swooning fit of the orgasm, Ethel saw that he still had his hard-on. She sat up on the edge of the couch, took his prick into her mouth, and with her hands squeezing his bottom cheeks, she made him spurt. Even after his prick had stopped spurting, she kept it between her lips while the boy uttered moans of delight.
Much braver then, the other boy knelt down and pressed his face against her cunt. Having watched his friend, he required less guidance and he soon brought her to a second hot come.
This time she had to rest a few minutes, and while she did so, the boys had fun by playing with her titties, legs, and pussy, which fascinated them. Licking her lips, she drew the second boy to her and took his prick into her mouth. Just as she had done with the other, she squeezed his bottom cheeks throughout and held his cock in her mouth a long time after he had finished sending his gism into it.
Before the boys had left, she arranged that they would come to the cabin the next day and try to avoid heing seen by the other boys who might sometimes come to the creek.
As she had never had children of her own, Ethel had often wondered what it would feel like to spank a child. The second time the boys came to the cabin, she told them about this secret desire. Although they were reluctant to get spanked, they agreed to her offer that they could spank her too if they wanted to in return.
She spanked both boys and then allowed both to spank her. After that, she frenched them and they gamahuched her, and again she ws thrilled beyond her wildest dreams.
In a few weeks, she allowed the boys to bring a friend or two but stipulated that they must bring only those whom they could trust not to talk. With each boy it was the same pattern: first the spankings, then gamahuching, and then frenching.
This went on for almost three years before her husband, whether by accident or having heard some rumor about his wife's activities in the log cabin, walked in and found his wife frenching a boy whose bottom was extremely red from a sound spanking.
Ethel responded well to my treatment and did not at all resist my efforts to help her understand her problem. It was not surprising that at his age her husband was not able to contribute more sexual ardor.
On the other hand, I cannot absolutely say for certain with any assurance that Ethel has not, on some occasions, found an opportunity to indulge her first love with boys, though she tells me that she has absolutely abstained from them.
The situation with her husband is such that, since she will not divorce him and create a scandal, and yet she is still healthy and desires sexual pleasure, she may ultimately return to what she always found pleasant. And therein may be the tragedy, because one day, a boy's parent may not be quite so understanding as her husband in bringing her to me for psychiatric treatment.
Sexual behavior is sometimes like a fever which casts aside all rational and sensible ideas. A man or woman can risk his or her reputation for life for a misguided moment of lust. It is something that we as parents must think about when our children come into contact with women who may harbor some dark yearning, just as we must understand and sympathize with the motivations which compel these women to do what they do. Only through better understanding and tolerance can we finally come to realize the dangers as well as the happy potential of sexual wakening.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The Lure of Incest
Beginning with the Bible, our recorded history has invariably stamped incest as a most heinous of all crimes. Even today, when we have made such great strides in the understanding of human emotions, we still shrink from the age-old taboo against the mating of kin and those closely related by blood, even by marriage.
Some years ago I conferred with a doctor in a small mountain village in North Carolina and smiled at his definition of a virgin as "a girl who can run faster than all of her brothers." He had maintained that incest between brother and sister was frighteningly common in the area. He also told me of many cases where fathers used their daughters for sexual purposes when the wife was no longer available or had become too old and unattractive.
However, we certainly must not think that incest is reserved for backward, primitive and agrarian peoples. Even in our largest metropolitan areas, social workers will tell you about case after case of a drunken father who comes home lusting for "a piece of tail" and sometimes forces an innocent daughter to surrender herself for a fucking, either with the threat of a beating or an actual beating to coerce her.
If we could delve into the family skeletons of many an upper-class family, we might learn of many a brother and sister who propagated children, of aristocratic fathers who crept into the bed of a willing daughter night after night, of an aunt and nephew, a niece and uncle. We might find also many a stepmother who, young and attractive and marrying an older man, discovered that her husband had a young son whom she coveted.
It was a strange case!
In his powerful novel, "King's Row," Henry Bellaman has as one of the major underlying themes the incestuous relationship between a small-town doctor and his lovely, sensitive daughter, which culminates finally in his killing the girl and then himself when the enormity of what he has done over the years makes the burden of conscience too great to be endured.
But of all the forms of incest, perhaps the most immediately abhorrent to the average individual is that between mother and son. The maternal instinct is so strong and protective that when we hear of a mother and son coming together to fuck, we are aghast. True, many mentally defective parents produce equally defective children, and in such families like the classical Jukes and
Kallikaks, there exists no morality or code to hold them back from committing the sin of incest. But in this chapter, we shall deal exclusively with cases of incest in supposedly normal and healthy families, and specifically with the seduction of boys by older female relatives.
It is my attempt to provide sufficient background to establish a clear understanding of what caused this defiance of the age-old taboo. I have myself given psychiatric treatment to many people involved in the crime of incest, and in general those who are involves shrink from discussing the subject even with their own doctors. In these cases you will now read, let me add that where I cannot find a clear motivation, I make no attempt to guess or to moralize. My purpose is to show that incest enters into the seduction of the adolescent or just-past puberty male and can often be one of the most coercive and obsessive factors in such seduction because of the ties of blood and affection and security which are established at the very outset.
CASE HISTORY: Madge O and Phillip
Madge O had had a reasonably good marriage and had devoted herself to the care of her husband and their fourteen-year-old son Philip. He had more than the normal disadvantages of being an only child, since both his parents were gentle, artistic types who tried to shape their son in their own image, and consequently he had little or nothing in common with other boys.
Philip was a brilliant student, and cut himself off completely from his classmates. He was intensely devoted to his parents, and their attention together with his world of books, painting and music made up a rich composite life for him.
But this secure and almost ivory-tower world ended abruptly and tragically on the day that Philip's father attended a party in honor of the president of the firm for which he worked. He drank only wine and then only occasionally, but at this party some of his co-workers convinced him that the punch being served was non-alcoholic. It was heavily spiked with vodka which is tasteless and whose after-effect is extremely potent. As a consequence, when Philip's father left the party, he was drunk.
Only a few minutes after he left the office and began to drive home, he went through a red light and his automobile was hit broadside by a truck. He was dead when the police pulled him out of the wreckage.
The next few weeks were unbearably agonizing for Madge O-, and so she turned to her son for help. To lie alone in her bed was unbearable at night, as she remembered the happy union she had known. In desperation, she asked Philip to sleep in her bed and, understanding her suffering and deeply concerned over it, he quickly agreed.
What Madge did not know was that her son had secretly been jealous of his parents sleeping together in one bed while he was alone in another room. And out of this from childhood, he had derived a feeling of rejection.
For the first time since her husband's death, Madge slept well that first night when Philip shared her bed. She awoke early and felt the comforting warmth of his body beside her. It took some time before she became aware that it was her son and not her husband whose body pressed tightly against her thighs and bottom. Then she realized that during the night, her nightie had somehow hiked up above her hips so that the boy was pressed against her nakedness. First she began to draw away, and then stopped.
Suddenly, she became aware of the sensation of excitement, excitement that was greater in this contact with her beloved son than it had ever been with her own husband. Her conscience told her that this was shameful and that she should move quickly away, but her flesh hesitated, for the sensation was too delicious.
And then as she lay there trying to resist this arousal, she suddenly felt Philip's arms cling tightly around her, felt his body press and rub against her bottom, felt his stiff cock prodding against the groove between her buttocks, he was sobbing as if frustrated.
She turned to face him, embracing him, and again felt him rubbing against her, this time her son's prick was brushing against her inner thighs. And all reason and thought fled.
Spreading her thighs, Madge drew Philip to her and with her own hand guided his prick into her cunt. He instinctively knew what to do. Their fuck was brief because he had been so wildly aroused from the very beginning, and yet it was sufficient to give Madge the most satisfying come she had ever tasted.
Philip stayed home from school that day, and the two of them discussed what had happened and what was to be done about it. Philip's attitude was one of defending the rightness of what he had done, and since he was exceptionally well read, quoted from some of the classics to support in his argument. To her own dismay, Madge found herself agreeing to his reasoning, even though she knew the position was untenable.
The entire morning was spent discussing sex, and instead of eating lunch, they held hands and walked slowly to her bedroom This time they did not hurry to fuck. Madge slowly undressed, and Philip stopped her when she was down to panties and bra. His eyes devouring her, he then stripped naked and saw that his prick was enormously rigid. Before he allowed her to take off her bra and panties, Philip fondled and kissed provocatively clad body and they kissed hotly, their tongues enlacing. Then his eager hands removed her bra and panties, and he knelt to kiss her belly and then her cunt. She shuddered and moaned, as he led her to the bed. Eagerly her thighs parted, and her arms held out to him the promise of passionate adoration as he mounted upon her. The fuck lasted longer this time and Madge received a tremendous orgasm.
So that week became a kind of orgy as they experimented with everything that Madge knew and all that this precocious boy had read about. He gamahuched her, and she Frenched him. Once, as she lay on her belly sighing with delight, while his hands caressed her bottom, he impulsively yawned open the cheeks of her behind and thrust his prick against her ass-hole. Madge started, but then as one of his hands slipped down to rub her cunt and finally frig her clitoris, she yielded to this her first buggering. Among their other exploits was mutual masturbation, each staring into the other's eyes lovingly.
During those days of the weekend, mother and son had undergone a complete change of personality; instead of mother and son, they had become husband and wife.
This liaison went on for six years until Madge visited a doctor because of severe head pains, was hospitalized and died of a brain tumor some two weeks later. After Madge's death, the doctor spent as much time as possible with Philip, who had locked himself up in the big house and refused to leave it. Gradually the doctor gained the boy's confidence, until finally Philip showed him his mother's diary.
The doctor shuddered as he read the chronicle of incest. And then he knew that Philip would require professional help if the boy were to have any chance at all to adjusting to a normal life.
In turn, Philip was sent to me for consultation, and I admitted him to a private clinic where he was compelled to see other people. I visited him at least three times a week, and before long I saw reasonable hope that he could become adjusted enough to take his place in society.
I am happy to report that the gentle, artistic boy became a surprisingly well adjusted man who is now married and has two children with a third on the way. His wife, he has admitted to me, was delighted to find him so adept a lover, and adores him.
When we study the beginning of this incestuous affair, we see how readily it came about. There was such a close unity between this trio of husband and wife and son and such a complete adoration by the mother for her two males, that when her husband was tragically taken from her, she found his qualities in the boy. Possibly that first sexual contact was accidental, but the diary does not explain it. Philip himself never told me whether that first time his mother wakened to find him pressing against her, it was by intent or by accident. We can only conjecture.'
But once this act of incest took place, Madge discovered the one as yet unknown quality in her son which sufficed to replace him in her husband's stead. For when she experienced so shattering an orgasm, she was swayed towards the boy as the transformation of her dead husband. And there is one other point that may be made. It is revealed in some of the entries which Madge herself wrote down in this diary. She felt that her husband had been murdered by a cruel practical joke, murdered by members of a society which condemned incest. By taking Philip as her "husband," she not only found a greater degree of sexual fulfillment than she had ever known before, but in addition it was a way of striking back at that society by committing the act that would most offend it.
I make no judgment and I do not condemn or moralize. We deal here not with brutish, sub-normally amoral people, but with two highly sensitive individuals whose theoretical knowledge may well have been insufficient to cope with the tremendous assault of emotions that came upon them like an avalanche after the shocking death of Madge's husband.
CASE HISTORY Janet P and Jason
Janet P ruled her family with an iron hand, and her husband indulged her in this superiority, letting her have her own way and doing himself those things which she desired. Janet's oldest daughter left home as soon as she reached legal age in order to escape the domination of her life by her strict, stern mother. Jason also thought of leaving, but since he was fifteen, it wasn't possible. If a psychiatrist or family doctor had been intimate enough with this family, he would at once have seen the problem and resolved it. But since this did not occur, as we shall see, incest came about.
For actually Janet was a reluctant dominatress, and would greatly have preferred to have her husband take the upper hand. Yet early in the marriage he had seemed to back down from assuming this authority, and so she assumed it in his stead. She resented the role that had been thrust upon her, but almost became obsessed with it so that she became a despot. Her husband, being weak, readily accepted her domination and drew from her strength in order to maintain her responsibilities.
However, her daughter and Jason were not quite so ready to conform as he was, so their mother set strict rules for them and punished them instantly for the finest infringement.
She did not believe in psychological punishments like the restriction of liberty, cutting off allowance or denial of such rights as dating and going to movies. Instead, the offender was taken to a room, stripped from the waist down and soundly spanked. In the early years, her right hand was enough to sting their bottoms most uncomfortably, but as they grew older, Janet believed that more than a simple hand-spanking was called for. Accordingly, she collected quite an impressive arsenal of spanking paddles and straps to be used, depending on the severity of the offense or her mood at the moment. The older girl, indeed, decided to run away from home after one particular thrashing, in which she was made to take off everything including her stockings and shoes from her waist down, and lean over the bed, her face pressed into a pillow, her bottom upturned, while Janet applied a thick strap forty times.
Once the girl had gone, Jason received the brunt of discipline. It seemed to him that he was enduring not only his own deserved punishments but also his mother's spleen because her daughter had run away.
Then one Saturday morning while his father was working overtime as manager of a fleet of commercial delivery trucks, Jason incurred his mother's wrath by sleeping past the hour Janet had told him to wake up. He had forgotten to set his alarm.
She strode into the room, jerked back the covers down and jerked him pajamas down in almost the same motion. He wakened to find himself being drawn across her lap, and then his bottom began to bound and jerk and redden under her spanks. When she had finished, she walked out of the room, leaving him to sob on the bed.
A few moments later, as she was walking along the hall, she saw something in the boy's mirror (for the door to his room had been left open) that stopped her in her tracks. He was standing beside his bed jacking off. Instead of being angry, Janet found herself excited by what she saw, since Jason looked much more of a man than did his father. And so she walked into the room.
Jason gulped and gasped, his eyes huge with fear, expecting an even more serious thrashing. But to the boy's surprise, Janet sat down on the bed and drew him down beside her. Then, talking softly to him, she asked him why he had such an arousal. Stammeringly he explained that every time he had watched his sister being spanked or he was himself spanked, he had a hard-on and then had to jack off.
Now that he sat beside her, his prick was limp, but Janet put her hand on it and found it respond at once. Soon it was turgid and throbbing, and she felt waves of passion sweeping over her. Impulsively, she leaned over and kissed his cock. Then, using both her mouth and fingers, she brought him to a swift gismic outburst, swallowing his seed.
That same evening Janet told her husband it was high time he spent the evening out with his friends and made him leave the house just after dinner. As soon as he had left, she took Jason to her room. There they talked about the exciting qualities of spanking, and Jason had the feeling that he was now being accepted by his mother as a man, not a boy.
He felt this even more when his mother stood beside him holding up her dress while she waited for him to pull her panties down. "I want you to give me a good spanking too, and see if it doesn't excite us both, darling," she had told him. As she placed herself over his lap, she could feel hishard stiff prick rubbing against her belly and inner thighs as he began to give her the spanking she had asked for. He kept spanking her until she cried. Then, at her order, pushed her back onto the bed. Her knees went up and her legs spread wide, and he bent his head between them and began to gamahuch her till she came.
Then both stood naked, and Jason mounted nervously over her body, settled himself between her trembling widened thighs, and enjoyed the first fuck of his young life as she guided his prick with her own hand and and told him how to press back and forth inside of her, not going too fast and not getting too excited. Thereafter, mother and son went through a spanking session at every opportunity, winding up with a good hard fuck. From time to time, Janet had him gamahuch her and, to reward him for this, Frenched him. This relationship could well have gone on indefinitely until one evening some five months later, Jason visited her sister at her apartment. She had taken a job and been able to support herself and was happy in her newly found independence. She was also glad to see her brother, whom she hadn't seen since she had run away from home. But to her astonishment he said to her, "Pamela, I want to fuck you."
"You must be crazy, Jason!" she gasped. "How did you ever think of a thing like that?"
"Well, it's what Mom and I are doing. So why shouldn't you do it with me too? I'm pretty good at it," he boasted.
Pamela managed to send Jason away unsatisfied, though he was grumbling at her refusal. Then at once she phoned Janet that she would go to the police unless her mother went to a doctor for psychiatric care.
Janet agreed, and ended her relationship with Jason. To make certain that this unhealthy situation would not go on, Pamela gave up her apartment and went back to live with Jason and Janet, stipulating that there were to be no more spankings.
We have an understandable pattern here of the causes leading up to the incestuous relationship between Janet and Jason. The man Janet married turned out to be effete, and so Janet was given the burden of running the household and making the important decisions. Actually, she wanted to be thoroughly a woman and subordinate to a man. And when she saw her fifteen-year-old boy standing in his room with a hard-on which her own spanking had caused, when she saw how virile he was as compared with her ineffectual husband, the fatal impulse towards substituting the boy for the husband took place.
CASE HISTORY: Joella A and Karl
Joella A was a reasonably attractive woman of thirty-two who had never married, mainly because she had stayed to care for her aging parents after her older brothers and sisters had married and moved away.
When they finally died, she believed it was too late to form a new life and find a husband for herself. It was true that when she had been about twenty years old, she had had a brief but very passionate affair and experienced fucking for the first time. However, her parents had discouraged her liason with this man and she had willingly dropped it.
To be sure, she had had many sexual urges since then, but she had to satisfy them by means of frigging herself. So it was natural that she began to feel envious of her two married sisters who seemed so happy with families of their own, because her life was barren by comparison. She visited them from time to time, and always came away with this feeling of rejection and loneliness.
During one such visit, Joella was asked by one of her sisters if she would consider staying over the long holiday weekend and look after the latter's sixteen-year-old son. Her sister and the latter's husband had originally planned on taking the boy to their summer cottage along with their twelve-year-old daughter. The boy, however, was on a high-school baseball team and was a star pitcher, and the team was playing two crucial games over the weekend, so the boy wanted to stay behind.
Joella agreed, thinking to herself that here was just another example of her doing the chores while her brothers and sisters enjoyed the good life. Her sister and husband and the little girl left after lunch on Friday, and Joella was alone in the house, feeling particularly sorry for herself.
Later that afternoon, when Karl came in, Joella was sitting on the couch reading. She was surprised when the boy sat opposite her and picked up a newspaper. She remembered that her sister had said that it was hard to get Karl to read, and now he was making an obvious point of doing just that. But when she glanced up from her book a few minutes later, she discovered that he wasn't reading at all; instead, he was staring at her legs. She glanced up and saw a mirror over the mantelpiece and observed to her surprise that her legs were showing well above the tops of her nylon stockings.
It thrilled her to think that here was a boy who found it exciting to look at her legs. And the thought of revenge against her sister who had taken her for granted rose in her psyche. Yes, she told herself, it would be an ideal revenge to seduce her sister's son.
And so, keeping her eyes on her book, Joella turned on the couch, bending her knees under her and parting them. Using the book as a shield, she darted a quick glance to the minor and noticed that not only her thighs but also the crotch of her panties were visible to Karl.
She took a covert look at the boy and suddenly saw his brush his hand across the front of his trousers as if he were uncomfortable. She knew that he had a hard-on. So, putting her book down, she showed another display of bare thigh as she got off the couch and walked towards him. Standing beside him, she slipped her arms around him, and reached down with one hand to rub the front of his trousers, confirming that he had a tremendous hard-oa He tried to squirm out of the chair, but her arms pinned him down.
I'm glad to see you like looking at my legs, Karl," she whispered. "Now tell me the truth, you do enjoy it, don't you?"
"Yeah-sure, Aunt Joella!" he nervously blurted.
Joella kept her left arm around his chest as she leaned over him, and her right hand continued to fondle his prick through his fly. Then she began to ask him about his experience with girls, and she learned that although he had necked a few times, he had never once fucked or seen a naked girl.
Her excitement was mounting uncontrollably. She drew back her left hand and opened her blouse, exposing her bra. Then she rubbed one of her bra-sheathed titties against the boy's cheek and whispered, "Come sit on the couch with me."
It wasn't long before Karl had not only removed Joella's bra but also the rest of her clothes. He stared at her, his eyes wide and blazing with wonder and desire. And he didn't resist at all when she pulled his trousers and shorts down and began to fondle his prick. A few minutes later, she had told him, "Let's see if we can't fuck just like grownups do, darling," and with her hand was leading his prick into her cunt.
As she felt the thrill of that hard young organ probe into her tender, quivering channel, she wondered how she'd ever been able to go so long without a male, and she swore that she would never be so deprived again.
It was a wholly satisfying fuck, and after it was over, they talked for a long time. He suddenly blurted out that he wished he could tell some of his pals about this, and Joella had an idea: "better than that; if you really trust them, bring them over here this evening. I'll let all of you do it with me," she promised.
He hurried out to round up his two best friends. And he came back an hour later with not two but three very nervous, incredulous boys about his own age. He told her that "the guys don't believe you'd do that, Aunt Joella." With a smile, she slowly pulled her skirt up to the top of her thighs. A few minutes later, she stood in bra and panties as the four boys crowded round her. She told them to strip naked, and then each of them had a hard-on. She let them take off her bra and panties, and then lead the way into her bedroom. Before they left that night, she had had seven good hard fuckings, seen a number of other attempts end in impotence, had lost count of the number of orgasms she had reached, and for the first time in her life had been gamahuched.
The weekend was an entire orgy, and when she left her sister's house on Tuesday morning, she had already made plans for Kari and his friends to spend a couple of weeks at her place in the country at the end of the summer.
Karl's mother and father never did find out that Aunt Joella had seduced him, and in turn Joella never lost her interest in boys. Even in her late fifties, she was paying neighborhood boys to visit her bedroom and fuck her. Karl and his friends continued to visit her until they married and developed normal interests.
Karl happened to come to me about ten years ago for advice about a problem with one of his young sons, and we discussed this entire story. It was obvious that he still remembered the happy times he had had with his mother's sister. Nor did he feel the slightest shame or guilt. "She made a man of me, and I respected and loved her, and I didn't think she was a tramp," was his statement.
One may wonder, however, what might have happened to both of them had Joella's sister or the latter's husband come upon the two engaged in such incestuous conduct. It might well have caused traumatic damage to both. They were indeed fortunate, and in many instances one may say they were truly the exception.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The Dangers Facing The Seductress
Throughout this book, I have tried to show very clearly what risks are run by women who seek boys for their sexual gratification. There are of course the social legal dangers that could be expected with exposure. Women are dealt with harshly in the courts of law, and most husbands do not understand pedophilia, and press for immediate divorce.
Beyond this, however, is the general condemnation of society. A woman who has had intercourse with boys may hear her neighbors condemning her as "that's the woman who did those sick things with those little boys, she ought to be tarred and feathered or locked up for life." In many instances, a woman who has been exposed as a child-seducer will move to another city to start all over where she is not known, but even this does not always work.
Primarily, there is always the possibility that she will continue her activities because the impetus towards pedophilia has not been erased in her psyche simply by moving from one city to another. Then she must live in the fear of being caught again, and if she has been rudely dealt with the first time, she must know that the second conviction will be even more severe.
Moreover, even when she moves, she is not safe from the danger of blackmail or re-exposure. There may be just one person in the community who has come from where she was originally and will recognize her. The story of what she did once can be spread in this new community so that again she will find herself rejected by those around her, or as sometimes happens, will become a natural victim for blackmail.
I know of one such instance in which a schoolteacher convicted in a small Montana town for a series of indecent assaults on young boys, decided to lose herself in New York. Two months later, a chance meeting on the street ended this escape. The man followed her home and broke the news to her that he knew all about it. He didn't want money as the price for silence; he wanted her to do some of the things she had done with the boys. He had taken the trouble to find out where she was working and he told her that he would go right to her boss.
So the schoolteacher was forced to undress for a man this time rather than a boy. When she was naked, he amused himself with her for a long time before he commanded her to kneel down in front of him and "suck me off, baby, or you won't have a job tomorrow." That was one thing she had never done with those boys and the very thought of it was revolting. But she knew that she was trapped and had to yield. Before the man left her room, he told her that when he was in the mood for a repeat performance, he would come around and see her again. She escaped this blackmail by taking a fatal overdose of sleeping pills.
Other such victims have chosen to pay, whether the price was sexual, financial, or both, and many are still doing it and will go on doing so until death removes the blackmailer from the scene. A convicted child molester, like the covert homosexual who tries to live normally in our society, will always remain fair game to the unscrupulous methods of the blackmailer.
THE DANGER TO THE CHILD VICTIM
It has often been said that men are worse gossips than women; and the certainty is that whenever they meet, whether it be at a bar or at their club or on the street walking their dogs, there will invariably be those who boast of their sexual experiences. Often these experiences were initiation into sex or to sexual behavior when they were children, and they will tell how an attractive maid or some other older woman taught them "all about pussy." Such men will tell you that this is the only way for a boy to learn about it and that it is much better than an inexperienced boy's fumbling around with an equally inexperienced girl.
It is quite true that many men introduced to sex in puberty by odler women eventually become well adjusted in adult life and turn out to be even more experienced lovers because of this introduction.
In many other cases, perhaps even the majority, the childhood experience damaged the personality of the victim in such a way that it can never be cured. What will happen to the boy of twelve or fourteen years of age who is initiated into fucking, gamahuching, Frenching, enjoys it for a brief time, and then finds himself suddenly deprived of the woman who taught him? It is hardly likely that he will find a new partner with girls of his own age, for at that age girls are interested in far older boys.
Even if he were to find such a partner, will the boy who had enjoyed the body of a mature woman settle for the adolescent body of an inexperienced twelve or fourteen-year-old girl?
It is quite normal for a boy to experience sexual desire at the age of twelve or fourteen, and usually the normal outlet is jacking off. But a boy of that age who has already fondled a grown woman's titties, thighs and bottom cheeks, who had been able to fuck, to gamahuch and to enjoy the thrill of being frenched, would hardly settle for jacking off as other boys of his age are content to do.
To be sure, he may go on masturbating and creating dream-fantasies built on remembrances, but as the memory grows less clear, he will desire concrete experience to replace it.
Where can he turn, then? It is hardly simple for a boy of such a young age to find a mature woman who will go to bed with him. And when a boy is adolescent and most impressionable, rejection by adults can be traumatic. He may see a woman sitting in such a way that she display s her legs to rouse him, or the posture of her body may recall the thrilling moments with his initiatress. He may even think that this woman is aware of what she is doing and would accept a brash offer of sexual activity with him, but he will rarely have the courage enough to take that bold step.
The temptation may indeed be strong, but he will be held back by the dread of rejection. They only will laugh at him and tell him to go home and tell his mother to spank him, he says to himself. Or perhaps they may even call the police. And so, aroused, he will hurry off somewhere and jack off, relieving the immediate pressure, but tomorrow will bring new tensions.
Yet there are far worse things than jacking off and loneliness. For what of the boy who cannot stand his deprivation any longer and tries to do something about it? We read many a case in the newspapers of women who feel themselves fondled obscenely in a crowd; we read of rapes and indecent exposures, obscene telephone calls. Many of these are the acts of young boys with badly disturbed minds who go on being disturbed until, unable to live within society, they are removed or remove themselves from it.
And so the case histories which follow will illustrate many of these examples, providing a graphic and powerful explanation of the harm done to innocent children by women who seduce boys.
CASE HISTORY: Robert D-
Robert D is now serving an eight-year prison sentence for rape. He was eighteen years old at the time he was sentenced, and he already had one previous rape conviction at the age of sixteen.
While he was still on parole after that first conviction, he knocked at the door of a suburban home in Evanston, leveled a gun on the forty-two-year-old woman who answered, and kept her prisoner for two hours. Binding her wrists behind her, he stripped her naked and fucked her twice, buggered her once, forced her to french him, pinched her breasts and thighs and then spanked her torturingly.
When he left, Robert made the usual threat that he would kill her if she told anyone of the attack. Nonetheless, she phoned the frenching, enjoys it for a brief time, and then finds himself had been so similar to his previous attacks that when the details were given by his victim to the police, they knew precisely who it was. He was arrested, confessed and at once sentenced.
I had occasion to meet him for the first time in the state prison, and I learned his background. It explains the tragic circumstances of his aberrations.
When he was only fourteen, Robert was seduced by the mother of the friend with whom he played baseball. The first time, this woman sent her son on an errand that would keep him away from the house for a long time, and then deliberately set out to seduce Robert. The boy was a willing and excited victim from the very start, and two hours were spent in the woman's bed. She arranged later meetings with him, taught him how to gamahuch her, how to bugger her, and even how to take her over his lap and spank her while he frigged her with the other hand until they were both aroused enough to share a fuck.
She also told him of many of her own sexual experiences. Undoubtedly many of these were fictional and the product of a vivid imagination, but they served to rouse the newly initiated boy. She told him one story, for example, of having been abducted and spending a weekend in a cabin out in the country with eight men who gave her no rest from fucking, frenching and buggering day and night.
But still another fantasy which she told him as actual truth proved to be a terribly indelible memory which channeled him to his own crimes. She explained that a salesman had gained entry to her house, pulled a gun on her, stripped and tired her, and then took his time about ravishing her and torturing her in every way.
One afternoon while this woman and Robert were in bed together, the woman's husband unexpectedly came home. He thrashed them both rather severely and warned them both if he ever saw Robert or any other boy near the house he would kill them both. This threat was enough to make Robert break off with his mature seductress, but the desire she had ignited in his being continued to blaze. For a long time he tried to satisfy these desires through jacking off and through the recollection of vivid memories, but this was insufficient. Concentrating on girls at last, he found one that was willing to go along with what he wanted. She was only fifteen, however, and although she let him take all the liberties he wished with her body and permitted him both gamahuching and fucking, it didn't satisfy him. What he really wanted was the ripe full titties and the lushly curved bottom and thighs of a grownup woman such as the one he had first known.
One day, standing in a crowded bus, Robert found himself pressed up against the bottom of a tall, mature woman. At once he had a hard-on and he began to press himself against the woman's behind. He was certain that she knew what he was doing, but she made no effort to move away from him even when the crowd began to thin out.
So for a long time after that he looked for the busiest bus routes. When he saw a woman who was about forty or thereabouts and well built he would press up against her, get an almost immediate hard-on, and, if she was cooperative, rub himself against her until he had an orgasm.
He endured a few unpleasant scenes when several women took objection to his actions, but escaped any real trouble. But even this wasn't enough. He had to have the naked body of a grownup woman and repeat those things he had been taught. And so he remembered his seductress's story about the salesman who had attacked her in her own house. He went into the attic, found the pistol his father kept in a trunk there, and sought out his first victim. Selecting a residential area on the far side of Chicago, he took the watch on one section until he was sure of the house where a woman of about forty years of age was alone during the day. He carried a wrapped parcel and knocked on the door, pulled out the gun when she answered, and went in. A few minutes later she was standing naked in her bedroom and trembling as he tied her wrists behind her back. For three passionate, delirious hours, he relived all experiences with his seductress, and he found that the excitement of it spurred his sexual ability to fantastic heights. When he seemed to flag in enthusiasm, all he had to do was gamahuch her and squeeze her bottom, and he was hard and ready.
About a week later, he was stopped by a policeman who considered his actions suspicious as he lay in wait for another housewife. The pistol was found in his pocket, his description matched that of the youth they were seeking; his victim identified him as he pleaded guilty.
A sympathetic judge granted a short sentence to be followed by a supervised probation with the hope that Robert could be rehabilitated. But his second conviction less than two years later, and actually just six weeks after his release from prison, showed that rehabilitation was still not complete.
When he was finally released, Robert will be a man in chronological age, and perhaps then he will be able to find sexual gratification with a mature woman in a normal way. Or again, he may not. The woman who introduced him to sex at the age of fourteen carries a heavy burden with her for the rest of her life, though even to this day, she probably does not know what effect her seduction had on him.
CASE HISTORY: Daniel W-
Daniel W was the only son of one of the most prominent families in Virginia. When he was ten years old, a maid whom he liked very much aroused his sexual interest by letting him see her titties and thighs in a way that appeared to be completely accidental. When she saw that he was sufficiently aroused, she chose a time when they were alone together in the house, invited him into her bedroom, and there, stripped herself naked and encouraged him to fondle and kiss her.
Daniel eagerly undressed so that she could play with his prick while his fingers ran all over her thighs, pussy, titties and bottom.
When this stealthy little game of hers brought the maid's passion to fever pitch, she taught him how to gamahuch her and he liked it from the very start. During one of my interviews with him, he reported it to me in this way: "Yes, I can sure still remember how exciting it was with all that bare flesh and her big bottom and those white thighs. When I put my face into her cunt, there was a strange exciting smell, as if I were hiding away in a completely different world. My tongue dug into that world and all her silky hair rubbed my cheeks, and then I got excited hearing her make funny, strange noises.
From that time forth, the maid stopped wearing panties around would squeeze and rub my cheeks. Then it would be over and I would be sorry it was ended so soon. When I got up, she would kiss me and tell me how good it was, better than any man had ever done for her. It made me feel good."
From that time forth, the maid stopped wearing panties round the house, and would select secret opportunities to have the boy plunge his face quickly under her skirts for as much time as they had available. The spicy thrill of the risk they both ran seemed to heighten their lusts.
When the boy reached puberty, the maid taught him how to jack off and would watch as he did it after he had first gamahuched her. As he grew older, he learned more from other boys and wanted to fuck the maid. But she refused, and warned him it was a dirty, dangerous thing. This warning, which carried the connotations of guilt and shame, had a lasting effect on him.
Daniel was sixteen when his mother unexpectedly walked into her room one afternoon and found him kneeling with his face between the maid's thighs while the latter held her skirt up to the waist. The maid was instantly discharged, there was no scene, and the same week Daniel was enrolled in an exclusive private school for boys. As he grew older, Daniel was able to find many young women who enjoyed being gamahuched. He tried to fuck them, but found himself unable to do it. He would often stand before the woman with a childish grin on his face as he jacked off to come. Most of his dates found this somewhat queer and upsetting, and so he was constantly rejected and had to look for new girlfriends.
After graduating from college, Daniel went into the family firm and, submitting to the pressure of his mother and father, married the daughter of a good family. She was a virgin at the time of her marriage. On their first night together, he urged her to allow him to gamahuch her. His wife seemed to find some pleasure in it, although she was not brought to come. When he stopped, he knelt astride her and, wearing that childish expression, jacked off until he spurted onto her titties. She froze with horror. Out of a sense of shame, she kept the secret locked inside her till it caused a nervous breakdown. When her doctor treated her for this, she finally told the story.
Both Daniel and his wife underwent lengthy psychiatric treatment and completely recovery was effected. They now have a family, and the ugliness of those earlier days is safely behind them. But one can only wonder what might have happened to Daniel, who had been taught so wrongly that coitus was "dirty," if his wife had not been sympathetic and allowed herself to be psychoanalyzed along with him in an earnest desire to hold his love. If there had been rejection on her part, total rejection, he might well have been warped for the rest of his life. And the charge of that damage could be laid at the door of the maid who had seen in this young boy merely an instrument for her own selfish gratification.
CASE HISTORY: Clark H-
Clark H entered puberty with a normal degree of interest in sex and a healthy outlook. As soon as he discovered the pleasures of jacking off, he found them enjoyable and often relieved his dream-fantasies in this way.
One Saturday afternoon when he was alone at home, thirteen years of age at the time, the woman next door came in to visit. He told her that his parents were away for the day, but she smiled and told him that she knew that, and just wanted to talk to him.
He invited her in, and then to her horror she told him with a cunning smile that she had watched through an upstairs window from her house the evening before while he had jacked off. He blushed scarlet and tried to deny this, but the woman described everything too closely to permit it.
He begged her not to tell his mother, and she said she would consider it. Then she proposed a bargain. In a few minutes, he stood shamefacedly beside her chair as she took down his pants and shorts. Then she took him across her lap and began to spank him as she scolded him for having been a naughty boy. To his surprise she didn't spank him hard at all and her tone was anything but angry. Soon she stopped spanking and began to stroke his smarting bottom. He did have a hard-on and when the woman became aware of it, she began to stroke his prick and she told him how much she enjoyed spanking a boy.
She kept on the topic of spanking and asked him if he would like to spank a woman on her bare bottom. He admitted that it sounded exciting, but what he was really interested in was seeing her bare behind. So in a few moments he was sitting in the chair she had just occupied and watching as she slowly drew up her slip and dress, and for the first time in his life Clark saw a woman's thighs and panties.
At her invitation, he pulled her panties down and trembled when he saw her furry cunt. Then she lowered herself across his still naked lap and told him to spank her and scold her for having peeped through his window.
He found it difficult to scold her, but the first time his hand fell upon her ripe bottom cheeks, he had realized that he enjoyed spanking a woman. She insisted that he give her a very hard spanking, and as it progressed he became so enthusiastic that by the time she rose from his lap, her bottom was a fiery red.
Then she told him how a boy could please a woman by fucking her, and in a few moments the two of them lay naked together on the couch with her thighs spread widely apart, while first he played with her pussy with his finger, and then she helped guide it into her cunt with her own hand.
He felt very grownup as he inserted his erect cock and began to fuck her. While he was doing so, she poured out a torrent of lustful words which added to his excitement.
He had his gismic orgasm, and then stumbled to his feet in a few minutes. After they had dressed, the woman said she would like to do it again and Clark readily agreed.
When he went away to college, Clark began to search for a sexual partner who could replace his initiatress. But the first one who seemed inclined to allow him to fuck her rebelled when he asked her to spank him. And she rebelled even more when he wanted to spank her. Deciding it would be better to be fucked than to have nothing at all, he tried the act with her, and found himself impotent. His girlfriend was furious with him and, as she dressed, insulted him and called him a pervert and a degenerate queer.
Finally, in despair Clark went to a prostitute. Although she wouldn't let him spank her seriously, she did give him a severe spanking and accepted a few light spanks in return while she went over his lap. He found himself able to fuck and enjoyed a satisfactory climax.
Finally he fell in love with a young woman who went to the same college. He didn't want to expose himself to her as a pervert, and so sought out psychiatric help. His doctor is a friend of mine, and this is how I know of his case. Clark was fortunate in that a cure was effected and he was able to marry his girl. He reported to the doctor that he is tempted to try interesting her in mutual spanking, but hesitates to do so for fear that he will restore his old problem.
We can see how a man's life could have been ruined completely as a result of his introduction to sexual fetishism at an early age by an older woman. This spanking, which can be a quite normal sexual stimulant, actually reached the status of being an essential factor without which fucking was not possible for Clark.
