That there is a "generation gap" in almost every area of life in the United States today is undeniable. It ranges from views on politics and foreign relations to religious precepts and even patriotism. This gap is widening with each passing day, and one of the more apparent rifts seems to be in the manner in which the old and the new generations look at sex.
The younger ones are credited with launching a so-called sex revolution, but latest surveys show that it was not started by them, but rather was forced by them into the open, where most of the old guard reluctantly were forced to look at not only themselves, in the naked light of truth, but their offspring.
To suppose, however, that there has ever been a true schism in the sex relations of the old and the new generations, is to err sadly. Little doubt remains in the minds of expert sexologists, researchers, psychiatrists and sociologists, that sex always has been and always will be a common meeting ground for human beings of all ages. To support this statement, we have combed the casebooks of sociologists, penologists and psychiatrists, and have chosen a few typical cases to illustrate the fact that there is no sexual "generation gap." As long as there are instances of incest, of seduction of the old by the young, or vice versa, teenage prostitution, homosexuality and lesbianism between persons of far different ages, it is plain to see that there can be no lack of sexual communication between generations.
In the very nature of sex, the young are tremendously attractive to the old. Often, circumstances cause the deliberate building of a bridge between young and old, as we shall see. Material need, rather than sexual desire, often provides the springboard for strong sexual relations between members of different generations.
The age of the sex partner is of little consequence in most instances, particularly in the minds of the older of the two partners. The sex urge itself, according to most experts, wanes very slightly with the passing of the years; however, the ability to perform does deteriorate from the early twenties on. But, as we shall see illustrated clearly, this is often an inducement and an added attraction for both partners, young and old.
We shall examine in depth, instances involving older women and young boys, and older men and young girls, as the case histories unfold from the mouths of the participants themselves. Then we shall let the reader decide for himself if any true generation gap exists today, in the all-important area of sex.
CHAPTER ONE: THE "TOGETHERNESS" BIT
"I can see what you're aiming at in your book on the idea that there is no such thing as a sexual generation gap. I can talk to you now, because it's all behind me. It will never be forgotten, but I've learned to live with it.
"Incest is a dirty word, but I'm convinced that the act itself is far more common in families than a lot of people care to admit. There's a corny joke that has a root in the commonness of incest. It goes: 'The family that lays together, stays together.' Of course, it isn't true. Sooner or later you get caught, and nothing can bust a household wide open like finding that fathers are screwing daughters or mothers are fucking around with sons, and, most common of all, I think, brothers and sisters balling each other.
"I've read a lot of material concerning incest, since I got so tangled up with it, and I'm sure that there is a case or two in almost every family-uncles and nieces, aunts and nephews, first cousins, all the combinations that the law classes as incestuous.
"I suppose, because of all the uproar it caused, I remember everything more clearly. I know the very first night it started, and every detail about it, "I was at home with just my father. My brothers, Dick and Roy, were at a basketball game. Dick was on the high school team, and Roy was on the freshman team. I was fourteen, and my mother was at the game to see Dick play. She was always that way-everything for 'the boys.' She made no bones about them being her favorites. She almost took a delight in flaunting that in my face. I was a homely kid, while Dick and Roy were 'her type.' Both of them look like her, while I look like my dad-big nose, thin lips, skinny body, the whole smear.
"Anyhow, it was a relief and a pleasure for me to have a night alone with dad. I guess now I know that I pitied him more than loved him- sort of a 'misery loves company' thing.
"We were more alike than anyone else in the family. We both liked good music-the classics, opera, that sort of thing. And we liked heavy drama. Mom was all for sports, like the boys-all action, never any serious talks or anything, like dad and I had.
"That's what we were doing that night-listening to the hi-fi in my room. Mom had fought against dad buying it for me, and when he stood his ground, she made him set it up in my room. So, when he wanted to listen, he had to come into my room. The big, expensive set in the living room was for mom and the boys, and it was loaded with rock records, the 'Now' music, as mom always called it. She was trying to give the impression that she was a real young, cool chick, a swinger, who was able to keep up with her teenage sons and was far more hip than her husband and her 'square' daughter.
"I was in my nightie, a thin-materialed thing, and I was real relaxed. I sat on the bed, my arms wrapped around my knees, not even thinking that my pussy was showing clearly, and probably my asshole. Dad was lying on the bed, his chin on his hands, just listening lazily to the music. The first that I knew something was bothering him was when he began to squirm around, moving his hips in a slow circle. When I looked at him, I could see that his eyes were locked on my crotch. His eyes were hot, and he kept licking his lips. At first, I was going to put my legs down and cover my pussy, but I suddenly felt important. I got a kick out of seeing that 'something' in his eyes, so I just stayed that way, staring at him until his eyes finally met mine. He turned red, and dropped his eyes back to stare at my cunt. But we both got the message. He was getting hot for me and I was enjoying it.
"I watched his face coming closer as he inched his way across the bed, and neither of us said a word. I could hear his loud breathing, even over the music, and then I could feel his breath on my thighs as he moved his face in close to my cunt. I still had my legs up, and he reached up with both hands and spread my thighs wide, so I was sitting there with my pussy wide open, his tongue just an inch or so away from the lips of it. I knew he could see my little knob, just inside. I'd looked in the mirror a lot of times. I was fascinated by the look in his eyes and, without thinking, I reached out and pulled his head in closer, so that his mouth was right on my cunt.
"He began to make a moaning noise, as if he were in pain, as his tongue shot out and he began to lick the outer lips of my cunt. At every stroke, the tip of it would rub across my clit, and I began to go wild with the fires that were shooting up through my whole body. He reached around and grabbed my butt and pulled me down while he moved back quickly. He held his hands under both my ass cheeks and pulled my cunt up high, so he could use his tongue on the deeper parts of it.
"I was still in a partly upright position, and I was fascinated, watching his tongue go in and out of my cunt. I could feel his fingernails digging into my ass cheeks, and I even got a kick out of that. I reached down my hand and put my fingers near my cunt, so I could feel dad's tongue on them, on the way to licking my cunt. He licked my fingers-even nibbled on them a little. And all the time, he kept on making those, noises, moaning and gasping for breath.
"After a couple of minutes, he took one hand from under my ass and put it between my legs. Then I felt his finger going deep inside me, touching spots that I had never been able to reach when I played with myself, not even when I had used something, like a candle or the handle of my hairbrush. I just seemed to let loose of everything. I let my body buck and roll around like mad, meeting every stroke of his tongue and fingers with all of my cunt.
"He stopped licking my clit and began to chew on it-not hard, but it drove me up the walls. He changed from biting it to sucking on it, harder and harder, and inside a minute, everything went hazy. I came with such joy that I almost fainted. I'd come before while masturbating, but it was nothing like that. I just seemed to be floating in the air, feeling warm and good, and when dad felt my clitoris bucking up and down rapidly by itself, he just mouthed my cunt, his mouth open, tongue out, sucking and biting and slobbering. Finally, I just didn't have any strength left, and I just collapsed on my back.
"Dad kept on sucking and licking and fingering, and pretty soon, I was as alive as I had been when he first started. But I wanted more. I wanted to do something for him. I wanted to see his cock, play with it, taste it-feel it inside my cunt!
"I pushed him away and scrambled down on the bed and undid his belt. He just laid back and raised his ass so I could slip his pants off, and I took off his shorts at the same time. He had a real big hard on, and it stood up hard against his stomach, like a baseball bat. I took it in my hand and began to skin back the foreskin of it. I almost drooled when I saw the wet, shiny head of it shoot out. I had sneaked up on my brothers a couple of times and watched them jerking off, so I knew how to make the right moves with dad's prick in my hand.
"He propped himself up on his elbows and just stared at me, hot-eyed, breathing hard. Then he said, 'Please suck it, Jan-please.'
"He didn't have to ask twice. I was hungry for the taste of it. I bent forward and took it in both my hands, skinning back the loose skin that covered the head of it. I touched it with the tip of my tongue, then I began to run my tongue around it, circling the head of it and running it up and down the whole length of it.
"When dad began to moan again, I put my hot mouth over his cock and plunged it deep into my mouth, sucking and using my tongue t"? tease it even more. Dad let out a big groan when his cock hit the very back of my throat, and I just wanted to swallow the whole thing. I could look up and see his eyes, and I wanted to just make him faint with happiness, like he had me.
"He slid back a little and propped his back against the headboard of my bed and he reached out and put his fingers near my mouth. I knew that he wanted me to suck and lick them, like he had mine, and I managed to set up a motion where I was licking his fingers and his cock at the same time, and when I plunged my mouth down deep over his cock, he would run a finger inside my mouth and wiggle it around, touching my tongue and his cock at the same time. I can't explain why, but there is an extra kick, a closeness, when you do that, that gives more warmth to the sucking.
"I began to suck faster and harder, and he took his fingers out of my mouth and put his hand on the top of my head, pushing me at the rate that he wanted me to bounce, while, he began to buck and roll, up and down and around. He gasped, 'I'm coming, baby-now!' and I felt hot liquid shoot into my mouth. It made me even more excited, and I swallowed it, licking and sucking until I knew there was no more left in him, or in my mouth. He began to go soft, but I still wanted to please him, and I sucked on the head of it while I ran my hand up and down the shaft, until it began to get hard again.
"After a little while, dad was hard again, and he pushed me away gently, then laid me back on the bed and spread my legs wide. He began to lick and nibble on my breasts, then he moved down and licked my stomach and the flesh near my pussy, where the hair stopped. All the while, he was playing with my cunt, sticking his fingers inside, toying with my clit, moving his fingers in deeper and touching the inner walls. I wanted to play with his cock, but I couldn't reach it. I had to almost beg him to fuck me. He seemed almost in a daze, playing with my whole body, kissing me, touching me all over with his hands and his mouth.
"I finally asked, 'Are you going to?' He acted dumb, saying, 'Going to what, sweetheart?'
"'You know ... ' I said, trying to be coy. 'Do it to me, all the way ... Fuck me. Screw me ... I want it the right way.'
"It kind of stunned him at first, but he ran his hand up and down his cock and smiled at me. 'You know, honey,' he said in a husky voice, 'I've never had such a sweet thrill in my life. You're wonderful.'
"I blurted out, without even being aware that I was forming the thought, 'Am I better than her?' We both realized, at the same second, the implication of what I was saying. I was, at least in my own mind, competing sexually with my own mother! Almost at the same instant, dad said, a hard smile on his mouth, 'Way better-way sweeter.'
"It was as if it unlocked a gate inside him. He crawled up so he was half on top of me, and for the first time in my whole life, I felt that he was feeling strong and confident, like a real man. He positioned my legs so my cunt was open to his cock. He half mounted me, inserted his prick inside the lips of my pussy, and as he began to shove it in and out, slowly, he kissed my open mouth, his tongue sliding in and out, feeling my tongue, my teeth, the insides of my throat. And all the while, the pressure kept getting better on my clitoris. It didn't hurt at all. Even if it had, I don't think I would have noticed. I was too full of joy, pride, triumph!
"I felt I had grown up in one evening. I was a woman ... and a better one than my mother had ever been! My own father ought to know, and he had said so!
"I wasn't really consciously thinking that way, I was too busy concentrating on the heavenly feel of dad's prick plunging into me, turning every inch of me. I began to raise my leg, locking one around dad's thigh, and he slid one hand underneath my ass cheek and raised me up higher, allowing his cock to go in deeper with each stroke. I knew I was on the verge of a glorious new life, and when I felt all the fires shooting from dad's prick into my cunt, spreading all over my body, making my mind and heart happy, I didn't care about anything else in the world.
"We built up slowly, enjoying every tiny touch of each other's body, and at last, I knew he was going to come. He glued his mouth on mine, our tongues lashing at each other's, breathing each other's breath, feeling like our bodies were one piece of flesh, and then we exploded together. There's no other word to describe it better. It was like the Fourth of July fireworks that go high in the sky, then burst, spreading gold and red and silver light all over.
"Afterwards, we just lay there, suddenly aware that the music had been going all the time, and we kissed as I moved my pussy slowly, just wanting to feel him inside me.
"I was fourteen, and I'd dreamed a lot about how it would be when I finally got fucked. I never dreamed it would be like that-nor that it would be with my father. I had never thought much about the word 'incest,' and I would never have believed that my mild-mannered, self-effacing father would be involved in it. He was always in the shadow of my mother-my loud, domineering, almost masculine mother. But never again, not in my eyes, would my father ever be anything but a giant of a man, a sweet, gentle giant, made of love and passion."
In the incident of Riva W. and her father, we have almost the classical circumstances for incest between father and daughter. Riva put it very well when she tried to describe her feelings of triumph that accompanied her conquest of her father.
She had been dominated by a forceful, domineering mother figure, and, in addition, she had been given even more feelings of inferiority by her mother's indulgence of her two older brothers. Riva felt inadequate, and she was further frustrated by the fact that she was not able to flee into her femininity, for she resented the fact that she was of the same gentler as her mother, not wanting to emulate her outgoing, overwhelming character.
Riva's mother, in the girl's eyes, was far from her idea of a real mother, wife and woman. She was far more masculine in her traits and outlook on the family, than was the gentler, more effete father.
Sex relations with her father were not wrong in Riva's mind. They were kindred spirits, as witness their sharing of a love of classical music and their apathy toward physical activities and prowess, whereas her mother gloried in it.
There is, in all instances, a rivalry between daughters and mothers for the affection and attention of the father figure. It is obvious to the trained observer that Riva's mother had become quite disgusted with the lack of manly qualities (according to her standards) in her husband, and she had determined to make "real men" of her boys, throwing herself into the task as a leader and a participant. As we shall see later in Riva's account, her mother was not only active in sports like tennis and golf, but could, on occasion, become physically violent.
Feeling that her husband had failed miserably as the "man of the house," Carol W. had taken over the duties with zest and an iron hand. Although this is Riva's story, it might well stand as a classic example of the influence of one person, in this case, a strong, selfish woman, on the lives of her entire family. We shall see how Riva's brothers reacted to the overemphasis on their masculinity, as we pick up the story from Riva.
"It was heaven, for a while after that. Dad and I had no trouble finding time together. Mom and the boys, Dick and Roy, were always at some athletic event, either taking part in it, or watching. Dad was a perfect lover-kind, passionate, gentle-and he was forever bringing me nice little gifts, things that meant a lot to both of us-special records, a pillow earphone for me ... an automatic timer that shut off the TV or hi-fi in my room, so if I fell asleep it didn't run .all night.
"He also got me a prescription for oral contraceptives. We were too happy with each other, sexually and in the rest of our lives, to let a goddamned pregnancy wreck it. My mother hardly paid enough attention to either of us to cause us any worry about her catching us at it, but we still didn't take too many chances.
"It was funny, the way we were caught. Dick had a basketball game, and mom and Roy were naturally going to go. Dad had two tickets to a concert, and we really intended to go, but after mom and the boys took off, we just stood there after we got dressed, and we both knew that we wanted each other much more than we wanted to hear the music. So we undressed and went into my room. It was at the end of the hall, the last room in the house, toward the backyard, and we had turned off all the lights in the front, to make it look, to anyone who noticed, like we had gone to the concert as we'd planned.
"I loved playing around naked, and dad did, too. We used to kiss each other all over. Dad even used to lick my asshole and stick his tongue up inside it, and that really turned me on. Once, he even shoved his cock all the way up inside my asshole, but, even though it was not hurting me, something bothered him, and he stopped and washed, and we did it the regular way. I found out later that my mother had a nasty habit of calling my dad a 'queer' because, she said, he was so namby-pamby in bed with her. Dad had told me that they actually hadn't had any fucking for over a year, because she was so demanding, always wanting to be on top of him, making sarcastic remarks about his fucking and foreplay. That was why he had stopped cornholing me that time-he had a mental hang-up about being called a queer.
"At any rate, we were just getting down to business-I was sucking his cock, and he was playing with my cunt; we were in the sixty-nine position-when we heard the front door open! We both froze. Our clothes were all in my room, and the door was almost completely closed. We held our breath, and then we heard mom's voice, strong and clear, like she always sounded.
"'Come on, honey,' she was saying to someone. 'You can undress me and we'll take a shower together first.' There was a sexy ring in her voice that was almost foreign to her. The only thing I could think of was that she had brought home a boyfriend, and they were going to get in some sex, thinking no one was home. I wondered vaguely where the boys were, but I was more concerned about what this would do to my father's ego. Funny, with us fucking each other regularly, but I resented the gall of my mother, bringing her goddamned boyfriends right to the house! I had talked with dad about his sex life with mom, and he had not wanted to go into it too much. All he'd done was shrug and say, 'She's getting it somewhere, I suppose, and I could care less. She's lousy in bed, worse than a week's work, as far as I'm concerned. She's selfish. It's all for her, and to hell with me-or whoever else she might be fucking. He can have her, whoever he is!'
"And there we were, getting ready to fuck each other, a father and daughter, listening to my mother and his wife, getting ready to have some fucking of her own!
"Dad whispered, 'We can't do anything now. Just be quiet. When they go into the shower, we'll go out through the kitchen door.' The shower was right off her bedroom, and we'd have a good chance, once they were in it, and the water was running. In a way, I wished we could stick around and catch her in the act. I just couldn't imagine my mother being feminine and sexy with anyone. It was easier to imagine her as player-coach of a football team, or as a lady wrestler.
"So we just sat there, tense, listening to her go into the bedroom, with someone following her. We heard her say, 'Come on, baby-get with it. We haven't got all night, you know. Riva and daddy will be home in an hour or so.'
"I thought there was something odd about the way she had said 'daddy,' and a second later, I found out what it was. For the first time, we heard the voice of the one that was with her. It said, 'Mom, you're really something. You've got tits like a teenager, and that cute ass is out of sight! I mean like it's a turn-on!'
"The voice was Roy's-my brother's!
"I heard dad gasp as he recognized Roy's voice, and even in the dim light coming through the bedroom window, I could see a hard smile on his face. In a loud whisper, without thinking, he said, 'Well, well, well ... ' I felt sorry for him, but then I realized that it really didn't bother him at all. In fact, I found later, he had stumbled on the weapon that would cut him free. His own wife, having sexual relations with her son!
"We listened to them laughing and giggling in the shower, making cute remarks as they played with each other. We dressed quickly and went out the back, and when we were a block down the street, dad said, 'Let's really shake 'em up, honey. Let's go back, pretend we left the concert early, and surprise the hell out of them.' Funny, but neither of us felt the least bit guilty about our own lives together. I guess we both felt much more like lovers than father and daughter. I know I did. I had almost come to look at my dad as an older lover, disassociating him from the family entirely.
"Anyway, we walked back to the house and let ourselves in the front door quietly. The water was off in the shower, and we could hear muffled noises coming from the bedroom where my mother and dad slept. We crept up closer to the open door. The light beside the big king-size bed was on, so we didn't dare get a good look, but we didn't really have to, The words practically painted the picture. Roy was talking in short, gasping sentences, saying, 'Oh, lady! Oh, lady, suck it harder. Take it all in your mouth. Don't drive me nuts-suck it harder!'
"We could hear little sucking and moaning noises made by my mother, while Roy kept mumbling for her to do it harder. I couldn't see my dad's face, but I guessed that he must be filled with the same kind of thoughts that I was. The first shock had passed, and now I was wondering how long my mother and Roy had been balling. But I was wondering most of-all what my dad was feeling. I suppose it must have hurt his pride, as a man, to know that his own son was supplanting him in the sex department with his wife.
"But he surprised me. He suddenly walked into the room! I almost automatically followed him and we stood there, watching my mother's head bobbing up and down as she gobbled my brother's prick. For a couple of seconds, Roy didn't see us, because he was writhing and throwing his head back in the ecstasy of orgasm.
"When he saw dad, Roy reached down and grabbed my mother's hair, hollering, 'Jesus Christ! Mom, stop it, for Christ's sake!' When my mother snapped herself out of her semi-trance and took her mouth off Roy's cock, she still didn't know what was going on. She looked up at Roy's face, probably thinking she had done something to hurt him. When she saw him staring over her head, she turned and looked at my father. There was fire in her eyes. I thought she'd be embarrassed, but instead, she was as mad as hell. She scrambled to a sitting position, and said in a low, nasty growl, 'You sneaky sonofabitch!'
"I was surprised to see my father grinning. He just waved a hand and said, 'Why don't we make it family night?' He grabbed my hand and took me into my bedroom, and began to take my clothes off. We heard nothing from the other bedroom, and I was too stunned at his guts to do anything but stand there and let him undress me. When I was nude, he pushed me back onto my bed and quickly peeled off his pants and shorts, and when my mother finally peered into the room, there was dad, between my legs, his mouth locked onto my cunt, turning me on like he never had before.
"I was torn between a fierce pride I felt in having her see us like that, and a scorn for her that was also mixed with a big fear. I didn't know what she might be able to do to my father for what he was doing. I had almost forgotten that she was in no position to call names or take any legal action, what with her fucking her own son. I didn't think the law saw it any differently, no matter who it involved, males or females of the same family.
"Mom just stood there, her eyes like pieces of ice. Oddly, I saw that it was my face she was staring at, trying to pin my eyes. She didn't say a thing, just glared at me like I was a piece of filthy shit that she had discovered in her way. I guess dad must have sensed that she was watching, for he stopped sucking my cunt and moved his body up so that he was positioned between my legs. He had his hard prick in his hand, and I spread my legs almost automatically, hardly aware of any sensation except one of anger at my mother's stare. I kept thinking that she was a no-good slut, a son-fucker and cocksucker, never even thinking that I was in exactly the same class. I only snapped out of it when I felt my dad's hard cock sliding into my pussy, and he closed his hand on my buttock, and his mouth locked on mine, his tongue sliding in and out, getting me all excited, so I couldn't think of anything but what he was doing to me.
"I raised my ass higher and put my legs around his hips, digging my heels into his thighs and rocking up and down to match his thrusting cock. I returned his kisses, and he began to murmur and moan, riding into my cunt harder than he ever had before, trying to come quickly, for my mother's benefit. I liked it, because the more pressure he put on my clit, the more I could concentrate on his cock, and forget the hard eyes that were staring at me from the doorway. And it wasn't hard to do.
"Then my mother went into action. She stepped into the room and she began to slug my father on the back of the neck-hard, like a man would hit. She began to call him every vile name she'd ever heard, including daughter-fucker, cuntlapper, queer and hunk of shit.
"My dad took it as long as he could, and then he rolled off me and stood up. For the first time in his life, I imagine, he really scared her. He doubled up his fists and took a swing at her, catching her on the neck as she ducked. Then he followed with a straight uppercut that caught her right in the solar plexus, and she went down in a heap, gasping, her eyes rolling, her skin getting greenish white as she tried to suck air into her lungs.
"Roy started to step into the room and my dad hit him in the mouth with a hard punch that knocked him down and out cold. Dad stepped over mom and went into the bathroom down the hall and got a glass of water. He came back and dashed it into her face. As she lay there, regaining her wits slowly, he squatted down beside her. He looked ridiculous, with his dong getting soft now, dangling down between his legs, near her face.
"'You've finished fucking me around, baby,' dad said harshly. 'Now, you go to a lawyer if you want, or you get your ass into that bedroom, and from now on all the fucking and sucking you do will be with me. Hear me?'
"Mom heard, all right. She crawled out of the room and went into her bedroom and locked the door. We had an extension phone, and one was in her bedroom and the other in the living room. We heard her voice, and I thought my dad would go out and listen to find out what she was up to, but he didn't. Instead, he told me to get dressed, and he went out in the hall and slapped Roy's face until he came to his senses. He told Roy to pack his clothes and get out. Dad said he'd leave him a check at school, and he took out a twenty-dollar bill and tossed it down beside Roy.
"I still wasn't dressed. I was too stunned to do anything but fumble. I had never seen my father this way-so masterful, so much of a man. And he wasn't scared. But I sure was.
"He handed me my clothes and told me to get dressed, that he was taking me to Wilda's, a widow that used to babysit for all three of us kids when we were little. I just obeyed. He gathered up some of my underwear and grabbed several skirts and blouses and dresses that were on hangers in my closet, and took them, out to the car. He was like a robot. His face was stony, and he came back and took me by the hand and led me to the car and I got in, feeling like I was walking around in a nightmare. All the fun and kicks I once had with him seemed like they had never existed. I was actually a little afraid of him, right then.
"He drove me to Wilda's place, went in and talked to her and came out and motioned for me to go in, while he brought my clothes in. Wilda just took me in her arms and hugged me like I was a homeless, unloved little baby, which I guess I was, and I sure felt like. Dad left, saying he'd be in touch with me tomorrow, and I was still awake in my strange bed at two in the morning, wondering what was going to become of me, and of all of us. For the first time, it dawned on me what a crazy, mixed-up family we were. As it turned out, we had only begun the wild ride on a merry-go-round to nowhere.
"Dad surprised everyone-even himself, I think-by filing for divorce the very next day! He agreed to support the three children, but he refused to give a dime to my mother. He changed all his insurance policies to make the three of us beneficiaries, and he put all his money and securities in his name alone. Up until then, there had always been a joint bank account and my mother's name was on everything-the house, cars, everything.
"He was awfully quiet with me. He told me that I had better stay with Wilda until he could arrange to find a permanent home for me. He told me he was going to ask for my custody, and he'd get it, even if he had to tell the whole story. At least, he wouldn't have to give me up to her. But I settled my part of it for myself. I just ran away. I got fifty dollars from Wilda-I knew my dad would pay her back-and I took off for California. I had some crazy idea that I wanted to get into the movies, and like thousands of other dumb girls, I never thought about whether or not I had any talent or looks or anything. All I knew was that my family life had blown up sky high and, up until then, I didn't know anyone but my family-not really. And I suddenly realized that I didn't know any of them at all, either. I felt like I was all alone in the middle of a battlefield, with mom on one side and my dad on the other, and, somewhere in between, my two brothers.
"When I got to San Francisco I had eleven dollars left. I got a room in a cheesy hotel on Broadway, near the North Beach spots-you know, the nudie shows, the homosexual hangouts, the strip joints. I knew that at least they were a part of show business, and remember, I was still only fourteen and had eyes filled with stars. That's how it is when you're young, and in my case, it was worse, because I had already proved to myself that I was woman enough to take a good man away from any woman, I thought. And I knew that if things got too tough, I could always get some man to pay the freight.
"I'm not trying to make myself look like a saint, but I wasn't as dumb as a lot of jerky kids that head for the wide open spaces, either. I still had all the old daydreams about one day marrying, having a family, all that. Although I admit that I had a lot of second thoughts about raising a bunch of brats that might turn out like my brothers and I had-bastards, selfish, immoral bastards.
"I didn't take a lot of clothes when I took off, but I knew how to use makeup, and when I stepped into a restaurant near my hotel, I looked eighteen, I know. It really wouldn't have made any difference, because they weren't fussy about anything, just so you hustled your butt, and let the boss cop a few feels and then take you to bed. The catch was, the boss was a woman. Her name was Aggie, and she was big, large-breasted, red-haired, tough, and sexy-for women only!
"You're way ahead of me, I know. I went the lesbian route within two weeks. My dough was gone, and when I came to collect my wages, Aggie informed me that I only had twelve dollars coming-the rest had gone for my meals and uniforms. I knew what was going on, but I had already gotten fed up to the ears with the cheap sailors and drunks that had propositioned me-and the best offer I'd had was ten bucks for the whole night!
"So I asked Aggie what I was supposed to do. She didn't make any bones about it. She just shrugged and said, 'You can sleep at my place, if you want to. But'-and I can still see her lustful leer-'there's only one bed. Mine. When you climb in, baby, you're my piece of ass! Is it clear?'
"It was. In a desperation move, I called my dad, but he was bitter and angry. He told me that I was all he had counted on, that everything would have worked out if I had stayed. But now my mother was really crucifying him-money, the house, the whole works. I listened to him whining for ten minutes, never asking how I was, or if I was hungry, or anything. I cut him off and told him to send me a hundred bucks within three hours, and that I'd wait at the Western Union station-I gave him the address-and if he didn't, to forget it.
"I sat there for almost four hours. Then I went to Aggie's apartment building and knocked on the door. When she opened it, she had the same look on her face that I used to have when I looked at my body after sex with my father-triumph. She had won, and she knew it.
"It hasn't been too bad, honestly. I'm a stripper, now, in a good-paying joint on Broadway, but I'm not a whore. I sleep with women, and give the thumb up the ass to men. They just don't have it. They are all too goddamned much like my father-weak, unless they are positive they have the upper hand. I go for this new thing, this Women's Liberation movement, but not noisily. I just agree with it 100 percent, and I recently joined the Daughters of Belitis-that's the largest lesbian organization in the country.
"I cut out from Aggie months ago. She was too damned old and too jealous and just too blah. I room with two other gals. We have a real swanky apartment, and there are at least a dozen other lesbians in the building. Nobody bothers me. I make a good salary, wear nice clothes, have fun my way. So, who's hurt? Not me.
"You wonder what happened back home, to the wild and woolly family? I don't know, other than that the divorce did go through. My mother got away in court by accusing my father of incest with his daughter. And she even used my brother Roy as a witness! What was left for my father, I don't know-and, frankly, I don't really care. I see now that the dumb, weak bastard used me for a sexual outlet only because he wasn't man enough for my mother. I know now that he wasn't really a man at all-just a weak, pussy-whipped, sniveling opportunist. He'd have fucked and sucked a maid, the kid next door, anybody who was dumb enough to let him, as quickly as he screwed and sucked me!
"I don't know if I hate men or not. Half the time, I think I hate women as much as men. But, there's no in-between sex, so I'd rather get my loving from women, and from all I read and see and hear-plus know, from my own experiences-there are a hell of a lot of other women in the country who are doing the same thing! Some do it behind their husband's back. Others just make a beeline for a lesbian buddy, right out of high school or college, but however it happens, mister, it's happening!
"You've been square with me in this interview, and didn't give me the old soap, 'Why don't you go to a good psychiatrist?' I'll tell you why. I don't want to change things. I like my life. I'm free. I don't owe anything-money, loyalty, duty, moral duty-none of that horse-shit. I'm me. I belong to me, or to whoever I want to give myself to. But even then, I call the shots. If it pleases me for one night, that's it. If I want it to go longer, I hang on. But I'm not hung up on anyone-just me. It's the way to fly, today, believe me.
"I don't know about men. Maybe, later on, I might meet some guy and really get serious, but I doubt it. I'm honest with myself. Where I work, showing my bare tits, ass, and sometimes my bare pussy, I'm not liable to meet any solid citizen with marriage on his mind. Funny, but I still go to concerts, and I have a hi-fi that is loaded with only good records. But that's a private part of my life, sort of a retreat where I can go, when I feel sorry for poor little me.
"So, write your story about the closing of the sexual generation gap. As far as I'm concerned, there is none. If I met a guy that was bald, homely, and broke, but he lit that little spark inside me, I wouldn't care if he was nineteen or ninety. I'm only twenty-two now and I ball it with some gals that must be fifty, and they are good for me. Maybe a psychiatrist would say that I am substituting for the 'mother image' with dames this old, but he'd be out of line because these girls are purely for sex purposes, and there is no pretense of love.
"It would be the same with a man. I did see my dad, once. He tracked me down, even though I work under a different name, and he came to see me strip. It was a strange feeling, stripping in front of my father, who, incidentally, to this very day, is the only man I've ever known sexually. I thought about it a lot for a couple of days after that. But you know what? He was stoned to the ears. He was just like another drunk, clapping and whistling, getting a cheap hard on and then going somewhere to jerk off.
"Hard? Maybe. But what isn't? Who isn't? The one with the toughest skin gets hurt the least, and my hide is getting tougher every day-to say nothing of the nights."
Not a pretty story, but then, research has shown us that incest has few happy endings. It happens, far more than most people realize, from skid row to the upper crust of society; in the poverty-ridden slums where fathers and mothers cannot afford an extracurricular sex partner or cannot attract one, to the drawing rooms of the cream of society, where the "in" thing is to have mate-swapping parties. Today, records show that there are a few of the more blase rich who even invite their sons and their daughters-married and single-to their sex orgies!
Incest, as we have seen from this almost tragic account, is merely a convenient bridge that spans the sexual generation gap. The key word here is "convenient," for, as one psychiatrist expressed it in a paper, read to a national society of psychologists, "Incest, in the honest appraisal of men, is merely built-in sex temptation." He went on to point out the increasing freedom of sex relations, the added temptation of modern clothing, the prevalence of nudity, frank sex talks and indulgence. He implied the echo of a cry that might be heard from a million fathers, uncles, brothers: For God's sake, if everyone else is getting a piece of it, why can't I? After all, it does belong to me, doesn't it?
From a researcher's and journalist's viewpoint, incest is a strong and very obvious bridge across the span of years between the generations that are engaged in a struggle for supremacy today. If the mores and thinking of the country continue to become more relaxed, who can say with certainty that, one day, incest, as a crime, will not be eliminated from the moral strictures and the law books.
CHAPTER TWO: FOR LOVE-AND MONEY
"Look, put yourself in my position. Some oversexed, overage broad comes to you and practically begs you to give her a little bed action, and in return she lays a bunch of greenies in your hand. Or maybe she fixes it so you can make a thousand bucks a month as her 'chauffeur' while you're going to college. Don't be dumb. Anybody would grab it. Why not? A fuck is a fuck is a fuck, and some of these older broads have been around enough so that they really know what fucking and sucking is all about.
"You take Lila. She was no frustrated old lady that had to buy her fucks. Hell, she could have had a dozen men, just by winking her eye, but she happens to like it from young studs.
"The first time I got into bed with her, she showed me things that the young babes will take twenty years to perfect. And she wasn't afraid to lay it on the line: sex was the name of the game. She didn't need any of this phony love shit-she just wanted to be laid, and played with and sucked and more of the same. And she was a real woman. I might have gone for her if I had just met her somewhere, at the beach or a dance. Hell, I get kind of tired of the rat race with the young ones who think they have a gold-lined cunt. You practically have to get down and kiss their asshole before they want to give you a good piece. It's not worth it, when there are thousands of gals like Lila around, willing to pay for it, and grateful as hell when you give them a good screw.
"I'm nothing special. I'm twenty-two. Most women think I'm good-looking enough, muscles in the right place, and not just between my legs. I was born and raised in Santa Monica, California, and I could swim before I was able to ride a bike. I studied dramatics, figuring that I might just be able to make it in Hollywood. After all, I live close enough, so I figured I could take part-time jobs and still be around to answer all the movie or TV calls for extras. I'm blond, tall-I know I could get a foot in the door in extra scenes, so I studied dramatics to be ready if and when the break came.
"It didn't turn out quite that way, and I had a job as a lifeguard at a local beach, and through that, I was offered a job as a swimming instructor and lifeguard at a pretty exclusive women's health spa. I took the job in the beginning because it was one of the few things I can do-I have all the confidence in the world, in or around water. I had it in the back of my mind that I might just get lucky and meet somebody from the TV or movie studios, or at least, their wives. And that might be what I needed- that inside friend. That's the way a lot of them have made it.
"I'm not a dumbass. I graduated from junior college. And it's the straight truth-I had no idea of becoming a professional stud. I wasn't like the guy in Midnight Cowboy, that sets out with the idea in his mind. It just happened to turn out that way for me. And, there's still that big chance I might strike it lucky and get a shot at acting. If I don't, I'm having a ball while I'm waiting.
"That's how I figured it when I took the job. I knew I wouldn't fall on my face, because I'm a regular seal in the water. And, just between us, I didn't mind the idea of working in a ladies' health club. The guy that steered me onto the job told me some pretty tall tales about what could happen, though I didn't believe him too much at the time. Anyhow, I got the job, and my only commercial thoughts at the time were to be nice to a woman who could help me open a few doors. Naturally, I'd had plenty of sex in college and high school and I had heard a lot about the rich bitches who sometimes paid a guy to give them a thrill with his cock. I didn't believe half the guys-you know how guys bullshit-especially about sex, but it was in the back of my mind that maybe I might just catch the eye of some woman with dough and a yen.
"I met Lila the first week I was working. She was a real doll, about forty-five, nice shape, real classical good looks-with a lot of help from beauty parlors and drugstores-but still young in body and young at heart. I didn't recognize her last name, but the boss told me to give her special handling, because she was really loaded.
"Her husband owns a racing stable, but Lila was a millionairess in her own right. She'd been coming to the club for years, for one purpose: to pick up young studs. It made sense when I thought it over. Her husband was a jealous bastard, so she used the health club as a front to meet some good, young fuckers.
"She could swim almost as well as I could. I knew that inside two minutes. But she insisted I get in the pool and hold her, and she twisted and turned so that my hand moved onto her boobies and her cunt. She'd gasp and squeal, then stand up and grab me around the neck, rubbing it into me. I wanted to yank that suit off and fuck her in front of everybody. She asked me for some private lessons on Saturday and Sunday, and when I arrived, she was the only one there, but for a couple of servants. She said her husband was at Bowie Race Track, in Maryland, running his horses, and she didn't even pretend to want to swim. I was there ten minutes early and there she stood at the door, wearing a flimsy negligee that showed off her girlish body and turned me on quick.
"Those dark pink nipples and that patch of black between her legs really got me up for what was coming, and that's no pun. She offered me a drink, and she grinned at me over the glass and said, 'Well, at least I'm dressed for the occasion.' That put us on a good footing, and after another drink, we just went into her bedroom. You wouldn't believe it. A real Hollywood movie setting-a big bed, a bar in the corner, soft, tricky lights, and, it seemed to me, a hundred mirrors, from floor to ceiling!
"She laughed at the way I gawked, then walked over and said, 'I'd like to undress you, Harry.' I told her to be my guest, and she slipped off her negligee and stood there naked. God, what a body! She'd clipped the hair short around her cunt and I could see the lips of her cunt. I'd never seen a gorgeous pussy that close, and I almost had a hell of a time to not jump on her and really rape her. She undressed me slowly, driving me insane with her kisses and feels, and it's a wonder she could get my shorts off over my rigid stick!
"I watched every move she made, in all those mirrors, and she was the sexiest goddamned woman I'd ever seen, from any angle. She took my cock in her soft hand and began to jerk it, and I felt as if a hundred women were doing it to me. But when she went down on her knees and took it into her mouth, and those lovely red lips closed over the head of it, I didn't think I could keep from coming right then.
"I pushed her away and walked her back to the bed and she flopped down with her legs wide open, and I couldn't help myself-I just had to go down on her and get me a mouthful of that luscious cunt! I opened that lovely slit with my fingers and put my tongue inside, getting so hot that I was afraid to let my cock rub on the bedclothes, for fear I'd come and blow the whole scene. But I kept on caressing her clitoris with my tongue, and we slipped into gear like a machine. I put my fingers up inside her cunt, and believe this or not, when she came, I was so fucking worked up that I shot off my load, too!
She slid down and I slid up, and we sucked tongues for a long time, while I played with those nice boobies and that wet, warm cunt, and then, without any warning, she went down on me as if she were starving for the taste of my cock. She licked and sucked and played, using her hand and her mouth, and inside a minute, she had me up and ready, as hard as I had been a few minutes earlier.
"She stopped for breath and said, 'Have me now, darling, fuck me, and I'll go back to the mouth later.' So I pulled her up and rolled her on her back, and she laid there with her cunt wide open, and as I shoved my dong inside her, I could watch myself doing it in a hundred mirrors. I was as gentle as if she were a virgin, because she had that quality that makes a guy feel like he is breaking a cherry-like she's giving you a great gift.
"When we came, after about three minutes of the wildest, most exciting fucking I've ever had, we just laid there, gasping and kissing. It was new for me, because I usually wanted to get up and wash off and get out, once I'd had mine. But with her warm cunt sheathing my cock, her belly rolling around beneath mine, her ass cheeks moving in a slow circle, putting her tongue into my mouth and begging for more-I just gave it all I had, getting another hard on. She was all woman, from the top of her head to the tip of her toes, and especially the middle parts!
"By the end of three weeks, I was almost in love with Lila. She said she had to go to Florida for a race, and she asked me to come along. I told her I didn't have that kind of dough, and she just laughed and got out a telegram and shoved it at me. It read: 'We have an opening for lifeguard. Your recommendation sufficient.' It was signed by the manager of one of the biggest, most glamorous hotels in Miami Beach!
"I quit the L.A. job and flew to Florida, and we had a sex ball for weeks. I met other women, too, so that when Lila finally had to leave and go back to L.A., I was -lined up for months. And Lila and I are still good friends. In fact, we still ball it once in a while. When she's in Miami Beach, I fluff off whoever I'm screwing-I give a phony reason, of course-and I really fuck and suck. We know each other's style, and what each other really likes, so there's no dough involved. We honestly do it because we're something special in the fuck and suck department for each other.
"Of course the management knows what's going on. There are about twenty of us young guys working at the hotel where I operate. Some are down at the beach, some are towel boys, drink-chasers, lifeguards, instructors, gym attendants, masseurs (that's a laugh), waiters- but whatever name they give them, or whatever their job is supposed to be, you can bet your ass that they won't be hired if they are over twenty-five years old!
"A lot of them have a nice little nest egg stashed, and every few months we lose somebody who just moves in with some rich dame who's divorcing her old man. A couple I heard about even ended up marrying the broad- but what's wrong with that?"
As a matter of record, the researcher checked the employee lists at several plush hotels from Miami to Acapulco, Mexico, and we were impressed with the number of handsome, virile young men who fill most of the jobs mentioned by our subject. Their counterparts, bosomy, sexy young women, hold all the similar jobs that call for catering to the needs and wants of older men.
It is not surprising, for sex has always been a common medium of exchange, and today, women buy sex in almost as large amounts as men have always purchased this commodity. It is a pleasant exchange, for each gets what he wants: the seller, gifts and money, or often help in attaining a particular goal. The purchaser gets what he pays for: the use of a willing, warm, sexy body of a member of the opposite sex. This is a form of prostitution that has always existed, without the stigma of actually carrying the name "prostitute."
This practice of barter will doubtless continue as long as man survives, for it is simply the old law of supply and demand. In sex, there is always a healthy "seller's market," for both male or female who choose to barter sex favors for material gains. Today, we are seeing a rise in the number of males who are finding out that there is another market for a healthy, sexy body, besides taking the lumps that a professional athlete incurs. And the pay, in many instances, exceeds that of some of the highest-paid professional athletes.
When the average person thinks of the word "prostitute," he envisions an over painted, somewhat sleazy woman, long past her prime, who works in a dingy whorehouse or operates out of a cheap bar. Seldom do we connect this term with the male of the species, yet countless young men today talk frankly of their exploits in bed, where they garner both money and a certain amount of sexual love.
It has been a long time since we have commonly applied the term gigolo to a paid male companion, who acted ostensibly as an escort and dancing partner to the wealthy woman, but who almost always accompanied her to bed to render sexual services, also.
The manly, masculine body and good looks have always attracted older women, from the days when smart sultans castrated handsome young boys to provide sex outlets for their harem women, without fear of there being any offspring to seek the throne or the wealth and power that accompanied it. Older women have not changed. They still want, and pay to get, the services of young studs who are now called by dozens of different names, but the function is still the same.
Older men have long been noted for desiring the fresh young bodies of girls, and they still do. In the day of quick, easy divorce, sexual freedom, plenty of money and leisure time, the gay old dogs are gayer than ever, and there are more than enough willing playmates to take care of them, outside the profession of whoring.
We shall explore some of these semiprofessionals in this chapter, in order to make the point that, if enough money is available to the older man or woman, whether married or not, they will bridge the sexual generation gap with a will.
The sun, surf and sand make fine advertisements for the chambers of commerce and the travel agencies, the commercial airlines and the writers of TV commercials, but none of them dare use the greatest attraction of all to the great army of rich, bored, but sexually eager males and females. There is no natural lure on earth like that of a ripe, young, healthy male or female and the stock-in-trade of many resorts, from Europe to South Africa, is the same: sex for whoever has the inclination-and the money.
During the summertime, the beach babes and cabana boys can be found from Maine to Florida, from Montreal to Seattle, from California to Hawaii, and in the winter months there is a similar sex group who take over as ski instructors, barmaids, waitresses, housemaids, etc., at the major winter resorts of America and Europe.
They go under a dozen different titles, ranging from pool attendants in the plush Florida resorts, to swimming instructors in many inland resorts, or lifeguards, refreshment girls, waiters and waitresses. But whatever they are called, they are there for the sole purpose of providing sex for those who want it and can afford it. It isn't a private affair, where the older ones go looking for young meat, it is a carefully rigged arrangement, and most of the young men and women are not just picking up tips-"pin money," so to speak. There is an unwritten, but well-understood and observed "price list" for this small army of organized but highly mobile prostitutes, both male and female.
But most of these young men and women, though greedy, are not criminally inclined. They are content with their pay as flesh peddlers. They work year-round, moving from resort to resort with the sun. As one young man put it: "We've got to get it while we can, man. Those babes want the young stuff, and you can't stop the clock from moving."
"I started as a carhop. I dropped out of high school when one of the customers made me an offer of a weekend with him at a hundred bucks! When he got his cock into my fresh cunt, and. had a taste of my wild pussy, he just wouldn't let me go back to work. Not that I didn't like it-I mean the sex, besides all the loot.
"Man, he really knew all the things that really make a girl turn on-the fingers, the sucking, the tongue all over, the asshole licking- everything. By the time we'd been in that motel an hour, I'd have forgotten the money, if he'd asked me.
"I was sick and tired of all the fumbly fingered goofs at school. All they could do was to get me worked up so I was ready to explode, then when I'd let them into my cunt, they jumped on, pumped up a storm for a minute, and came while I was just getting warmed up. That's a lot of horseshit, as far as I'm concerned, this 'Adonis,' football type character, that you think might have a big joint, but even if he has, you never get to feel it. He's on and off so fast that a girl doesn't have a chance.
"But the older ones take their time. They really enjoy every second of it, and they make a girl feel like a queen.
"So I got started by being a mistress for a short spell. I had my own apartment, a charge account, money, a car, the whole bit-and then the roof caved in. He died, and there I was, with about $1200 a month expenses, and only a little over a hundred bucks in cash to my name! But, I had made some contacts. My first "master' had sort of loaned me to some special big shot business friends of his, so I kept names, phone numbers, addresses in a little black book, for a rainy day. Now it was here, so I got busy. It took me three days to get a really good 'job.'
"I remembered one man who had been especially generous to me, and who was also a superman in the sex department. Most important, I knew that he was really well-heeled. I'll just call him Bill, because he is so damned loaded that anybody might recognize him by his first name, even. He has been married to two movie stars, and can write checks in Monte Carlo or Las Vegas for a million bucks, and nobody blinks an eye.
"Of course, I didn't know all this when I was letting him have his kicks in bed for a couple of nights, but I sure checked on all of my 'customers' afterward. And Bill was my best bet.
"He owned a string of hotels, and he had even mentioned that if I ever wanted to leave my first benefactor, that I could do really well working for him. He was vague as to what I would have to do, but I knew it had something to do with sex with business friends. So, I took a job, after a quick phone call. All I had to do was show up at one of his big beach hotels and be available-for him, or for whomever he designated. But at a thousand bucks a week, I wasn't fussy about who he sent. I did wonder at the high offer, but I found out later that I was going to earn it.
"I arrived and spent the first night with Bill. He told me I was to be nice to anyone he sent, just as I had been to him, and that my code name was to be 'Bunny.' Anybody who called me that got the King Farouk treatment. I had a two-room suite, free meals, a grand a week, and adventure!
"The second day, I was at the pool when up comes a fat guy, bald, skinny-legged-to me, the most repulsive man I'd ever seen. I took one look and made up my mind that, if he offered a million bucks, I wouldn't take this character on.
"He told me he was a New York clothing manufacturer and that if I would 'play ball,' he would take me with him to send a wire, ordering five thousand dollars' worth of exclusive ladies' garments, paid in full, in my name. And at the same time, he took from his terrycloth robe two hundred-dollar bills and he shoved them under my glass! I knew what I was letting myself in for, but that was too good to resist. I'm only nineteen, but I've been fucking men since I was thirteen, for love and for money. I happen to like older men, but not like this kook. But I picked up the money and told him to send his wire.
"He phoned it in while I listened, then he grinned at me and we went to his room and got down to business.
"I've always read a lot, especially psychology books-I wanted to be a psychologist, once-so I knew something about the weirdo's and kooks, but this guy was something else. I'd read about sadism, and I'd met a couple that used it mildly, like Bill wanting to scratch my titties with his fingernails while he fucked me, but not in my nightmares did I dream there were guys like this old bastard. He wanted shit! In his mouth! He stripped off his robe, and what a sight he was. If any woman has ever seen anything that would turn a female off, he was it. He had a shriveled up pecker, balls you could hardly see, flabby muscles in his legs and arms. I couldn't think, for the life of me, what any woman could do for this silly sonofabitch.
"He surprised me by lying down on the floor, on his back. I had already stripped, thinking I would get the weak fucking over with, and get him out, but I looked at his cock and it was as flabby as a piece of liver. He just eyed my cunt from his viewpoint on the floor, and I swear his mouth was watering when he motioned me to squat over his face. I finally got the message, and I got mad. I decided I'd give him all the shit and piss he wanted. But I still hoped that he might want to just eat some pussy, but he removed that hope when he gurgled, 'Piss in my mouth, honey.'
"I could think of only one thing. I thought of what a lousy bastard that Bill was, sending me this kook. But I squatted over his face and tried to piss. He was like a zombie, lying there, his mouth open, staring up at my spread-lipped pussy, making it hard for me to come up with any shit or piss. But I squeezed hard and came up with a dribble of piss, and it turned into a whole golden spurt. Meantime, he is squirming around, trying to get his mouth into a position where he wouldn't lose a drop. I was horrified when he drank my piss. Then I squeezed out a turd, and the bastard caught it in his mouth!
"I could only manage the one shit, and a few more dribbles of piss, but he surprised me when he took the combination in his mouth. Then sat up and pushed me over on my back and began to spit it all out on my cunt! I gave up. I hadn't the slightest idea what he would do next, but I noticed that his cock was hard and sticking up like a little boy's of seven.
"He spread my legs and began to lick off my own shit! Then he swallowed it. I knew I had a real weirdo, and I was scared. But he just licked, then he would reach out and feel my tit. I could only think of one thing: 'Oh, God, don't let the bastard want to kiss me!'
"But he didn't want that. Instead, he spread my legs and began to stick his tongue into my cunt, and, believe it or not, this old bastard knew how to kiss a pussy! The more he shoved his tongue into my slit, the harder his cock got, and then he climbed on top of me and began to fuck me. And he hit my spot and stayed with it, so I began to really get ready for a good come.
"Know something? When I came, a second after he shot a weak load of hot juice into my cunt, he was kissing my mouth, and I didn't even know if there was any shit on his breath.
"It turned out that I was a 'test case,' because the old bastard was a stooge for Bill, the boss. He was the worst of the lot, and I had passed the test. So, I'm a specialist. I get the shitty bastards, but, they pony up a nice piece of change.
"As I said, I've studied abnormal psychology and I could almost write a book on it, from practical encounters. But there's one thing that I can't quite figure out-and it ties in with what you're doing the research on-the ages of the men involved. In the past couple of years, I've come to almost be able to predict what a guy will want from me in the sex line, by his age. The older they get, the more flaky, way-out things they want done.
"On the other hand, the guys closer to fifty, who have taken care of their bodies somewhat, always go for the masochistic bit. They want to be whipped, scratched, even cut with knives. I've had some intelligent talks with a few like that, and they seem to have all shared a background of domination by women-beginning with their mothers or older sisters, and ending up with a cold-assed, bitchy, bossy wife. They just seem to have to be made to get a hard on and carry out any kind of sex act.
"Except for my own pleasure once in a while, I've never serviced a man under fifty. And, oddly enough, I've come to prefer them for straight-out sex. I'd probably many an older man if I ever decide to go that route. They are kinder, more gentlemanly. Even the ones that want the filthiest acts performed, have a respect for a girl. If you ask me-and a lot of the other girls that work like I do say the same-there never will be any sexual generation gap, unless the young guys of today smarten up and learn a few tricks from the older men. In fact, if there's a 'sex gap' with me, it's with the smart-ass young studs. They don't take the time to even be polite-some don't even offer to buy a drink or take you to dinner. They just walk up, bore through your clothes with their hot eyes, and say, 'Let's go, baby'-as if the woman hadn't been born that could resist them. Me, I like a little fun and niceness along with my sex. And, above all, I want to be treated like a lady."
That there is anything mentally or physiologically wrong with either of our two young subjects, is extremely doubtful. Both are typical of the attitudes held by the young of today, concerning sex. They were both sexually promiscuous, and found it easy to shrug and say, "I'm doing it for the fun of it anyhow, so why not make some money at it? Who's hurt?"
Police blotters are too full of arrests of young girls for sexual offenses (over half of them under the age of 17), to question the fact that the "swingers" of today are the young sexpots. That they should become mistresses and call girls or common whores is quite understandable in the permissive society in which they were raised.
In researching material for this book, we spent considerable time with a retired vice officer who is writing a book based on his 43 years as a police officer. He is neither a psychiatrist nor a philosopher, but he has drawn some intelligent conclusions from his thousands of experiences dealing with human vices, according to the law. He sees the invasion of the young into the areas of sex crimes, including prostitution in all its forms, as quite natural.
"It was the same story when I was a young rookie cop. After all, most guys who go to whores are married. That means they are older men. In the many raids we made, I can't ever recall detaining a kid-I mean, a boy under twenty-one. It was always the old guys, either rounders who couldn't get what they wanted from the wife, or divorces or old bachelors who couldn't get it from dates, or widowers. Human nature doesn't change. As long as guys get old, they'll want the young stuff. It's the same with women, but they go about getting young stuff differently, because there are relatively few male prostitutes."
Our case histories seem to bear out the significance of this ex-policeman's remarks. Since we consider these young people to be typical of their crowd, it would be easy to brand all youngsters with the same stripe, but grossly unfair. But that the young are invading the commercial aspects of sex is fairly obvious. Sociologists see this as another indication that the affluent American will buy what he wants, regardless of the law. And the old adage still holds true: "Man buys-woman sells." But, today, there is another side to the coin, for women have come into their own. They have the freedom to do as they choose in all matters, and that includes sex. Moreover, we must not ignore the fact that, in the U.S. today, women control over 60 percent of the wealth. This is a literal fact, and not intended to even estimate the actual expenditures which all women dictate, if not control. If the reader doubts this, let him talk to a few of the hundreds of young men who live off these women, and the beautiful young ladies who cannot yet vote, but who get the votes and the cold cash of middle-aged playboys, frustrated husbands, and men who cannot get what they want from women, merely because they lack the guts to ask for it or demand it.
That a healthy, vibrant body is attractive for sex purposes is not to be denied. We are a more healthy, physically more attractive race than ever before, for a number of reasons-primarily because we have the technical and medical knowledge to conquer disease and want; but most of all, because we have the money to pay for research, better living and medical care. And, as we develop more attractive young persons, the older ones, of both r sexes, will buy those bodies for their own purposes.
"I like older men, I always have. Aside from being better lovers, there is the money aspect of it. What young guy do you know today that can reach in and come up with a hundred bucks for an hour in bed?
"I started like most other whores, by being raped-by an uncle of mine, when I was twelve. Not that I wasn't ripe for fucking, and I know I teased him plenty by sticking my tongue in his mouth when we kissed, and rubbing my tits and pussy against him. I knew that the first chance he got to be alone with me, that he was going to blow his stack if he didn't fuck me. That's why I didn't holler rape when it did happen. And I learned a big lesson, right then, about money and men. My uncle was so goddamned grateful for my keeping quiet about it, that he'd still give me a twenty today, if I asked for it. He was always giving me money after that, even though that was the one and only time he ever screwed me!
"I think, young as I was, that I learned what a powerful whip a young girl carries over a man, once she has let him screw her. I didn't know anything about 'statutory rape' laws and all that jazz, then, but I could sense and see the fear in their eyes, even the ones that used to just finger my pussy or feel my ass, when I was a real little girl.
"But, aside from the fear that the girl will blab, and maybe get the guy a jail sentence or a bullet from her angry father, older men are much more fun to have sex with. Even whores like to have a little frosting on the cake-be taken out, given gifts, clothes, all that. And most of all, they like to be given compliments, the same as any woman does. God knows, you need reassurance every hour, in this goddamned racket. Older men do that. You'd be surprised how many of them sincerely ask me to marry them. Others offer to provide an apartment, clothes, a car, money, if I'll just be their mistress and save my sex favors for only them.
"But, to get back to the main idea about there being any wide gap between the generations in the sex area-I thought everyone knew there wasn't and never will be.
"After my uncle took my cherry, I went sort of ape over sex. I knew at least a dozen men that would have given half their cock to take me to bed- teachers at school, guys in stores, delivery men, neighbors. And they had all had their feels and grabs, and some had even asked if I would like them to kiss my cunt, or if I'd let them put their cock in my mouth.
"So I picked one. He was around fifty, I guess, and he ran a gas station a couple of blocks from where I lived.
"I'd already spotted him, because from the time I was ten years old, I used to take my bike in there to get air in the tires, or ask him to put the chain back on the sprocket, and sometimes to get a Coke out of the machine he had in the office.
"He made his cute pitch the first day I stopped in. He watched me squatting down, putting air in one of the tires with the air hose, and he just came over and stared up my crotch. I had pink, thin panties on, and he could see the outline of the crack of my pussy when the panties drew tight over it. I noticed that he was all eyes, and he was beginning to get a bulge in the front of his pants. I knew what a hard on was, because I'd played the games kids play-'doctor,' 'playing house,' all that sort of stuff, and a couple of times, I'd seen a boy's prick naked, with a hard on. I'd even sucked one a little bit.
"So Al said, 'Cute panties, honey.' I just played it cool. I didn't move except to maybe spread my legs a little more. He could hardly keep his hands off me, and he began to sweat and stammer. 'llow about a Coke, honey?' he asked. 'On me?'
"I acted casual, standing up and shrugging. 'Okay,' I said, and he couldn't get the dime out fast enough and get the Coke out of the machine. 'I got a glass inside,' he told me. 'Come on in.' He poured the Coke into a glass, and when I took it, he moved close and said, 'Don't I get a kiss for that?'
"I held up my mouth and let him kiss me-only he didn't. He grabbed me and picked me up, his hands around my ass cheeks. He pulled me in tight and I could feel his fingers sliding inside my panties, touching my asshole and my pussy lips. Then he shoved his tongue into my ear, and it really made me get chills. I had been playing a game up until then, but he had really hit the spots, and I wanted more. I spread my legs and wrapped them around his hips, and he just walked into the back part that was his office, laid me down on a leather couch, took off my panties and got down on his knees and began to tongue my cunt!
"I'd fooled with kids, like I said, but this was something different! Every time he touched my knob with his tongue, or sucked it hard, fire shot through me, and I just reached out and grabbed his head, pulling him harder against my crotch. As much as a ten-year-old kid can, I had an orgasm that day, and I was really hooked.
"I stopped in almost every day, and after a while, we didn't even play any games. We would just go into the back room and he'd go down on me. At first, I played with his cock, jerking it and even kissing the head of it, and after a couple of months, I began to suck it. He came in my mouth the very first time I took it all in, and it scared me, because he was shoving it in so hard that I could hardly keep from choking. Then when he filled my mouth with his white, salty juice, I almost panicked. But I managed to get it out of my mouth and I spit it all out on the floor.
"Jim didn't get mad. He was real nice to me. He even apologized for getting so 'rambunctious' with me, and he wiped up the floor and put my panties on real carefully, kissing my hair and my eyes all the while.
"I was learning that I could get anything I wanted from Jim, and all I had to do was to co- j operate a little. I didn't mind that, because I enjoyed it every time he put his tongue or fingers inside me, and after I got used to sucking his prick, I didn't mind the come in my mouth.
"Then I went to spend the summer with my uncle in Idaho. He was older than my father, and I was twelve. I had just started to menstruate, and believe it or not, in the first few days, I missed sex with Jim! I guess that was why I began to turn it on for my uncle Calvin.
"When he did fuck me, it was really good. I had wanted Jim to do it-I'd done everything but come out and ask him-but he was too afraid of me getting pregnant, I suppose. That was what bugged my uncle Cal so, after he had fucked me! He asked me if I could get pregnant. He mumbled around and finally asked me if I was having my 'monthlies' and when I told him I had started about three months ago, he almost fainted.
"He made me go into the bathroom and wash my cunt out. He had an old-fashioned syringe, and he told me to use warm, soapy water and squirt it up inside me. It was comical, with him standing outside the door, asking me if I was making out all right.
"But he was so wonderful to me after that. He just couldn't do enough for me. Of course, he was salving his conscience for having fucked his brother's daughter and broken her cherry. And, also, he was paying insurance against me getting angry and telling my parents about it. His wife, my aunt Clara, was an invalid, so he really wasn't worried about her finding out unless I told her directly, but I have never really 'blackmailed' a man. When I used the expression about having a whip, I meant that, once a man is hooked on your body, he'll do just about anything you want him to, so long as you're putting out.
"I'm not a call girl and I'm not a whore, nor even a bar pickup. But I have lived with three different men, and all of them have been at least fifty years old. I like the way they almost worship you. I'm only twenty-three now, and my 'affairs,' or whatever you want to call them, all lasted at least a couple of years. I started when I was fourteen. I suppose it's the old story, but my mother and father were divorced then, and I bounced around while the courts decided that neither of them were fit parents. My father had charged adultery, and in return for the house and all, my mother just didn't show up. But the courts wouldn't give custody to my father, either, so I was put in a foster home.
"It was all right, but I was the oldest one in a group of five kids this couple took care of, and I just didn't adjust to the way they lived and the rules they laid down for the kids. They were real religious people, and I wasn't even supposed to use makeup or anything, and I was blossomed out like I was eighteen, and I didn't take to any Sunday school routine. So, I began to make plans to get away-on my own."
The speaker is Carla W. who is, as she says, not a prostitute, per se, nor a call girl. If one were to devise an appropriate title for her, it would have to be that she is a "professional mistress." Carla's reasons are fairly obvious. She ran away from home when she was only in her freshman year of high school. Not a particularly intelligent girl, she was poorly qualified for even the most menial job, and, more important, she had discovered the "whip" that her body gave her to use on men-particularly older men who hungered for tender, young flesh.
She had already known what she could accomplish by granting sex favors, and she was a somewhat oversexed individual, even for a girl her age. In the course of the interview, she told us that the only reading she had ever done in her life was the true-confession type pulps, and an occasional movie fan magazine.
We chose her case because she personifies the type of girl who has been most responsible for bridging the generation gap for the very same reasons that many girls become prostitutes-the "easy living" concept. In passing, it is interesting to note that until the last decade, psychologists felt that the real reason most young girls chose older men to become mistresses to, was the simple fact that young men have not yet achieved the economic stature of the older man, who has, for instance, worked his way up to an executive position at a high salary.
Today's affluent society has caused some of these conclusions to be reexamined, for career women today often make the same high salaries as their male counterparts, and the age-old idea of a woman needing a man to support her is almost passed.
In the beginning, Carla said, she almost felt as if she were playing a game, like "playing house," and at age twenty-three, she is still very immature in her thinking, though wise in the ways of sex.
We continue her story at the point where she has determined to leave her foster home.
"Once I knew I had to leave, I began to plan so I wouldn't goof up and run into trouble with the police or children's welfare people. They used to visit the home I lived in-once a month, the welfare people-and I always acted as if I liked it where I was.
"I began to hang around Jim's place again, an we went right back to all our playing around, only this time, we included the regular fucking. He always insisted on using a safety, and it was all right with me. He was pretty old and a lot of times he couldn't get it hard enough, to put it in me, but he would always suck my cunt or play with it with his fingers, and I had good orgasms every time. I didn't dare go too often, only on Saturdays, and I had an idea in my mind about how I could use him, in a way, to help me get away.
"There was a pretty big truck line that used to get all their gas and oil at Jim's place. There must have been at least nine of them-long-distance haulers-that stopped there because Jim handled diesel engine gas, and most of the other stations didn't, so I began to hang around there on Saturdays, and I got to know a couple of the drivers.
"One they called Curly-because he was as bald as a billiard ball-was always smiling at me and watching me, and finally I decided I'd concentrate on him. I began to smile back, and after a while, he bought me Cokes. I would ask him all kind of questions about the nice places he got to go to. And I wasn't pretending that I was interested, because I really was, especially in Los Angeles and San Diego, two places that Curly made trips to pretty often. I found out that he didn't really work for the company, even though their name was on his big truck. He owned the truck and leased it out and himself as driver, so he made a lot more money that way.
"I was interested in the sleeping compartment that was up over the driver's cab. I knew that would be the way I could get away, if I could talk Curly into taking me with him. Nobody would ever look for me there, and I could even take some clothes along.
"One morning, Curly said he had a couple of hours to kill until he could load, and I asked him if I could take a ride with him. He grinned, and I could tell that he would have asked me, anyhow. We got in and headed out into the country, and I knew I had to make my move then. He was ready. I could tell by the way he kept looking at my bare thighs. I had my legs spread wide enough to let him get a good look. I didn't have any bra on under my blouse, and I could almost see him drool, fighting to keep from grabbing me.
"I came right out and told him I wanted to run away-not that day, but soon, and that I wanted to go with him. He pulled the truck into a road that led to a lonely section, stopped, and looked me right in the eyes. I'd be taking a big chance, Carla,' he said, "but I guess if you're going, you'd find somebody else to take you anyhow. I guess you know, what I'd want.' I just nodded and he reached out and slid his hand up between my legs and began to rub my pussy lips. I could see his hard on begin to show through his pants, and I reached over and unzipped them and took his cock in my hand, playing with it gently, teasingly.
"I said, 'I'll be awful good to you, Curly, if you'll take me with you and help me get a place to stay. I'll get a job, then I can pay you back.'
"He was breathing hard, and he took his hand away from my cunt and pushed mine off his cock. 'Let's try it now,' he panted, sticking his tongue in my ear as he squeezed one breast. I just squirmed away and started to climb up into the sleeping place above us. I looked down and saw him licking his lips as he looked up under my dress, then he slid off his pants and scrambled up with me. It was nice and cozy up there, with enough room for us to do most anything we wanted, and I thought Curly was so hot that he would just want to get right down to fucking, but he didn't. He slid my panties off and spread my legs and planted a kiss on my pussy lips. He said in a husky voice, 'I said from the first time I saw you, that you were real fresh, eating pussy-' and then he buried his mouth in my cunt, his tongue going in and out, rubbing my clit, while his fingernails dug into my ass, pulling me closer to his mouth.
"He was hungry for it, and I hadn't had any for a couple of weeks, because Jim couldn't always manage for us to be alone long enough on busy days, and I bucked and moaned and had a wild orgasm inside a couple of minutes. When it was over, I pushed Curly away and told him it was my turn. He laid back and I crawled down and got his prick in my hand and began to skin the loose flesh up and down while I tickled the head of it with my tongue. I ran my tongue around the head of it, licked the pee-hole, and when he began to almost cry with wanting more, I plunged my mouth down over it and began to suck, while I slid my lips up and down the shaft of it. He grabbed my hair and pulled it hard, moaning and grunting as he began to ram it deep into my mouth and I sucked harder and faster, and then he shot into my mouth! I sucked and swallowed. I didn't even let it go soft, and after another minute or so, I let it go, crawling up and sticking my tongue into his mouth. 'Fuck me good, Curly, honey,' I begged, still playing with his nice, stiff prong. I didn't know how old he was, but he sure had a lot harder and bigger cock than Jim, and he didn't have any hang-ups about me getting pregnant. In fact, I was so hot for it inside my cunt that I didn't worry about that either.
"I crawled on top of him, half squatting, and he guided it up inside me and then I let my body go forward. I was sitting on top of him and controlling all the action, and it was marvelous. Jim had never got that good a hard on. This way, I could move my body so that Curly's cock could go as deep as I wanted it, and when I bent my body forward, it rubbed my clit real good. I'd never felt a cock-or any of the things I'd used to fuck myself-touch all the places inside my cunt that Curly's prick was doing now. It was really something, and I began to think that I had been awfully lucky, choosing him. When he reached down and put his hands on my breasts and began to massage them and rake the nipples with his fingernails, it made it almost perfect.
"There was more to it than just the sexy parts. It gave me a good feeling to be on top, running the whole show-and with a man that was at least three times my age. I felt confident, and even then I was thinking that I would be able to do all right on my own when Curly got me out of the dumb burg I lived in.
"When I began to come and moved back and forward faster and faster, Curly went right along with me, making his upthrusts to meet my clit, nailing it on the up and the down stroke, and when I came I felt that it was the best I'd ever had. It just seemed to spread so much farther into my body, and I collapsed on Curly's chest and his arms held me and he just kissed me and made crazy-word love, while his cock was getting stiff again.
"This time, Curly rolled me over and got on top, and I locked my legs around his hips, while he put his hands under my ass and really worked our things together. He was perfect, doing what I needed and, at the same time, getting his own rocks off. I almost wished at the time that we could just take off then and keep on fucking.
"But we didn't. We arranged for me to have Curly pick me up the next Saturday morning- not at the gas station, but a few blocks away. He was sweet, telling me not to be worried, that he'd take care of me. He also told me that he had an apartment in Manhattan Beach, near Los Angeles, and that I could stay there with him as long as I needed or wanted to. He was like a young lover-alive and happy with me, and I hated to even have to wait the week. But I did, and the next Saturday I took my two small suitcases and met Curly, and we started out, intending to head for San Diego.
"On the way, Curly stopped at his place, and I stayed there until he came back that night. He took me out to a nice restaurant, and then we went to a show and had a couple of drinks at a bar in Manhattan Beach, where it was so dark that nobody would have guessed that I was too young to be in there. I didn't tell Curly, but I had been allowed to drink at home since I was a kid-but I hadn't ever tasted hard liquor, just wine and sometimes beer. I guess I got high, but when we went back to his place that night, it was like a honeymoon. He was so sweet and polite. He didn't treat me like a tramp or a sexy kid. He acted as if I were a lady and he was in love with me-which, in a way, I guess he was. We both were.
"Curly called off his next trip, saying he was sick, and we just had fun. He took me to the beach, to a place where there were all kinds of paintings out on the sidewalks, and to Hollywood, where we stayed for one night in a fancy hotel there. Curly bought me all kinds of makeup, and when I got all dressed I looked as if I were twenty-one, at least in the dim lights.
"One thing I made up my mind to: this was my way to live. I loved it-the lights, the music and glamour. And I knew that if I found a man as nice as Curly to sleep with, it would be like living in a fairyland. And I made' up my mind that I would find men like him-sweet, sexy, with the money to give a girl things she wanted.
"I stayed at Curly's place for almost six months. I looked for jobs, but Curly didn't want me to work. He said he was happy with it the way it was, with me there waiting. I didn't mind. His place was close to the beach and I had plenty of money. He even bought me a lot of oil paints and canvases and told me to see what I could do. I used to spend almost all day at the beach, but I didn't like one part-the young kids that tried to make out. They were smart alecks, and they turned me off cold.
"But I did meet Anson there. He used to come there with his wife all the time. It was his wife, in fact, that got us started. She began to notice that I was alone, and that I always told the young guys to get lost, and she invited me over to their blankets to have a soft drink. I could see, from the first, what Anson was thinking. They lived about a mile down, and he was retired. Even if I couldn't have seen that they were loaded, Ella, his wife, could talk of nothing else except clothes, diamonds, the clubs they belonged to and their two sons back in New York, one a lawyer, the other a stockbroker.
"But I played it cool. I was content with Curly, but I did get bored when he'd be gone for five or six days at a time. Anson wanted to make a pitch, but he didn't. He set it up with Ella. He found that I was alone, no parents, and he asked her to ask me to come and live with them. When she did, I thought she was pretty dumb, because anyone could see the look in Anson's eyes. He was a handsome man, with silvery hair, a nice body for his age, and when he was all dressed up, he looked like a movie star. I didn't find out until later that they hadn't had sex for a long time, and that she was quite happy to let him roam around, sleeping with any woman he wanted to, so long as he didn't get any ideas about marrying one of them, or asking for a divorce. Ella had what she wanted- money and security. In fact, she'd had it so long she was bored with the whole bit, and all she wanted was the good life, with no money problems. I didn't know much about it then, but I think now that she was getting some lesbian pussy from her 'social secretary.'
"That's what she called the woman that lived with them. The woman did all the household bossing, ordering the food, paying the bills, and all that, and she was almost always with Ella, except for the beach sessions. That was about the only time Anson and Ella ever spent together, but they were on the beach almost twenty-five days a month, if there was any sun at all, and there usually was.
"I left a note for Curly, just saying I had met someone and was going away. I didn't want to hurt him and I doubt if I did. He was getting sort of nervous, having to sneak me into cocktail lounges and dinner houses where we drank, and I think we had outlived our first thrills for each other. I only say that because, when he would come in off a long run, we would have maybe just one simple screw, and then we'd go out on the town. Anyhow, I doubt if Curly lost too much. I know that he had found a lot of pride in himself, a bald-headed, sort of homely old guy, out at the best places with a young chick like me. Not that I'm so hot to look at, but I had a body to be proud of-and I still do.
"So, I moved in with Anson and Ella and Rita, Ella's 'secretary,' and to make it seem that I wasn't just bumming, Ella said that I could act as Anson's secretary. They both knew that I couldn't type or spell or anything, but at least, it justified the hundred dollars a week that Ella had her secretary give me a check for. Of course, I didn't spend a dime for anything. Anson began to sleep with me right off the bat, and he was always going into some fancy women's shop and buying me whole outfits- clothes, matching shoes and purses, stockings and pantyhose by the dozen, jewelry, perfumes. It was better than with Curly, because Anson had real class and taste in women's things. I had my own room and bath, and there seemed to be an unwritten agreement that nobody in the house ever went into anyone else's room unless they were asked.
"I could go to Anson's room, or he could come to mire. And he surprised me because he was so damned sexy. He didn't miss a night, and he even got a doctor to prescribe oral contraceptive pills for me. It wasn't all sex, either. He used to take me into nice places in La Jolla, San Diego, and all the beach cities around, and to Los Angeles and Hollywood at least twice a week. Even when Ella was around, like at meals at home, Anson treated me like a lover would. Ella was as sweet as a grandmother might have been, if I'd had one-a lot nicer than my own mother had ever been to me.
"I guess I might have stayed there forever, but Anson had a bad heart attack and was in the hospital for several weeks, and when he came home he was practically an invalid. He just seemed to get old overnight. He had been such a healthy, active, alive man, that he lost all interest when he couldn't be up and in the thick of all the action.
"He was worried about me, and I suppose that he talked about me with Ella, because two weeks after he came home he called me into his bedroom and gave me a check for a thousand dollars! He said it was all he could do, and that it would be best if I would leave. I must have had already a thousand dollars' worth of nice clothes, and good luggage. Just before I kissed him and left, he held my hand and said, 'Honey, if you're going to stay in this area, I have a friend who has seen us together a lot. His name is Carl J-, and he has a home in Pasadena. He's a widower, a hell of a nice guy, and he'd be good to you and for you.' Anson gave me Carl's address and telephone number, and that was the end of that affair.
"I got a nice apartment in Hollywood, paid three months rent, and began to look for a job. I hadn't the faintest idea what I wanted to do, but after three weeks of trying to get a job as a waitress, a sales clerk and even as a live-in baby-sitter and housemaid, I began to get discouraged. I took a job as a carhop, but I only lasted one day, and got fired. I couldn't take the pushing around and the feeling-up of the young smartass that managed the place.
"I finally got the courage to call Carl, and I could tell from the excitement and warmth in his voice that he was happy I did. We went out that night to dinner, and we talked about the setup I had had with Anson. Carl asked me if I wanted to come and live with him, and that was all there was to it.
"He had my things moved the next day. I spent that night with him. Carl was sixty-one, but he was another man like Anson. He had taken care of his health and his body, and he was a fine-looking man. And in bed, he was so eager to please me that he came up with a lot of new ways to have sex, and he had his whole bedroom covered with mirrors. It made it exciting to be able to see yourself from all angles while you were sucking or fucking.
"But the one thing that made it more exciting for me was Carl's son. He was thirty-eight, and he had been divorced. He had his own apartment, but he often used to stay at his father's place, and we just drifted into a thing. It began with him kidding his father about being able to 'take care' of a young thing like me, and it quickly developed into a hot-pants feeling on both our parts. He was a handsome man, big, muscular, all male animal. I wanted to go to bed with him an hour after I met him.
"I guess I didn't realize how sober and serious my life had been with all the older men, because Jerry was like a teenager in the things he liked, and the way he was always laughing. Life was one big adventure, with laughs all along the way, for him, and he made me realize how young I really was, and how much of youth I was giving up. It sounds funny, because he was almost forty, but he was the youngest man I'd ever known-at least, that I had screwed and been on dates with.
"I'm living with Jerry now. We're not married, and I doubt if we ever will be. I don't fool around with other men. I just don't want to. Jerry gives me all I ever wanted in a man, and the one thing that I never had with all of the others, including his father: fun-real, young-kid kind of fun.
"I still can't get turned on by young guys. They just don't click with me. I don't think there's anything wrong in my thinking. Maybe someday a young guy, my age, will come along and really get to me, but right now I find that the older men are my meat. I suppose that makes me some kind of whore, but I don't feel that way. I know young girls that date guys their age, and they screw as much as I do. They take presents-clothes, even money-and nobody calls them whores.
"But at least, I've answered your questions about any silly 'generation gap' in the sex department. If you really believe there is, take a look around the better nightclubs and clubs, and see how many older guys are with the young chicks."
The foregoing cases tend to prove that when older men with the means come into contact with younger girls, they can always find a host of them who are more than willing to become mistresses, or at least well-kept "companions."
That sex is the common meeting ground, and the medium of exchange, is undeniable; yet, there is a fondness evident in most of these relationships, which removes them from the strictly commercial sex. Whether these sexually-based relationships would exist without the cushion of money, is debatable. However, many young women do marry older men who have not the means that some of our case subjects possessed, and many of these young brides base their love on the greater tolerance, love and indulgence which is usually one of the attributes of the older man.
CHAPTER THREE: THE "MOST USED" SEXUAL BRIDGE
"He took off my last bit of clothes, my panties, and as he stooped over to let me step out of them, he turned his head and ran his tongue as deep as he could into the wet slit between my legs. I could almost feel my clit jump into his mouth as he grabbed my ass and pulled me close, his teeth closing lightly on it, nipping it, driving me up the walls. I pushed him away. He peeled off his pants and shorts and took his cock in his hand, while I flopped on the bed. When he stood with his cock in his hand, looking at my naked cunt, already gasping for breath, I nearly flipped. I knew that it was going to open a whole new can of peas for both of us. We had been 'fooling' until now, and this was the night we'd both wanted for a long time. I spread my legs a little wider and said, 'You don't need any sucking to warm it up this time, Teddy. I want it. Deep and hard and fast. Fuck me good. Fuck me good and hard!'
"Ted's eyes were glazed over with lust as he lowered himself on top of me, resting his weight on one elbow while he inserted his lovely prick inside the lips of my throbbing box. I reached down with both hands and used my fingers to spread the lips wider. I wanted him to slam it home, all the way up to the hilt. I was all wet and slithery inside my pussy, and Ted's prick was as hard and round as a baseball bat-and at the moment, I wished it were really that size.
"He knew what I wanted. And we had to do it quick, before Myra came home. Then the head of it found the right opening and Ted gave a heaving motion with his ass, driving his cock almost to the hilt in my slippery cunt! I reared up to meet it and cried out, but not in pain. I just yelled, 'Oh, daddy, make me beg you to quit ... fuck me until I drop!'
"I raised my ass up and he slid his hands underneath it, panting and groaning as he began to lick my lips, shoving his tongue deep, then pulling it out and running it around the inside of my cheek, my teeth, my own tongue. We were like a couple of professional wrestlers, locked together top and bottom, hardly aware of where we were ... Which was in Ted and Myra's bed. I guess I wanted it that way more than anything-to feel that I was in her bed, with her husband, giving him all the things that she wouldn't. He was mine! My very own fucking man!
"We were like rutting animals. There wasn't any use in wasting breath on love talk. We had already wasted too much time on that. I not only loved Ted, but I wanted him in all the ways of love, all the ways a man could have a woman sexually. Of course, we had played with each other's genitals, and he had sucked my cunt good, and I had given him hurry-up blow jobs in the front seat of the car, but this was different. I felt his cock touch the very depths of my cunt, the sides and the bottom of it, as he swung his ass around in a circular motion, trying not to miss even one tiny inch of my hot, wet flesh.
"I felt myself coming, and he did, too, because he mumbled, 'Go on and come, baby ... I'll catch up,' I let my clit go by itself, and it began to bob up and down in a wild, uncontrolled orgasm that seemed never to stop.
"Ted began to speed up, and it was as if I just went from one orgasm into another, at least three of them after the first one, before I felt his throbbing cock shoot the juices deep inside me. It was like a blanket of light and heat had been thrown over us, and then somebody had shot electricity all through it. My whole body prick-led and dripped sweat. I remember liking the slapping sound that our wet bellies made at the end, as Ted slammed his cock home into my slit, and I just locked my arms around his neck and dug my tongue as deep into his open mouth as I could, biting it, clawing .at the back of his neck, half crying and half laughing with the joy of him inside me!
"We had forgotten all about Myra and time and even the three kids asleep in their room. The TV was still going in the living room, but we didn't hear it. All I could hear was Ted's breathing, and his words mumbling something about a 'wonderful fuck,' and I didn't even want him to take his cock out of me, unless I knew I could have it again, when I wanted it-which I knew would be at least twice an hour!"
It has long been evident that there is a "natural bridge" that has been used to span any sexual generation gap that might exist, and is employed by untold thousands of males. The setup of today's society, with more than one-third of all married women working to supplement the family income, has created this bridge. With these working mothers assuming the status of breadwinners, they have demanded that they also have the rights and privileges in their lives, outside their work, that the male enjoys ... including the right to use leisure time as they see fit. The wife may choose to go out evenings, either with her husband, a boyfriend or a girl companion, or by herself. The modern working woman, without realizing it, triggered the surging Women's Liberation movement, by taking the reins from her husband's hands. And in so doing, she brought into existence what we have called the "most natural bridge"-a situation involving a young, nubile girl, who is usually at the peak of her sexual aggressiveness, and a male who is ill-at-ease in his new status, with the young girl acting as a baby-sitter.
This is a phenomena that has come into being primarily, and in force, since World War II, when women began, of necessity, to take their place in the work force of the country. They have not only not relinquished these jobs, but have made even further inroads into the labor market. As we pointed out, today's inflationary economy has made it a practical necessity for many wives to work. Thus, she is no longer the only "mother" in the house, but must share that duty with what some sociologists have called "built-in dynamite," the baby-sitter.
It is relatively easy to peruse several case histories, for daily papers frequently carry accounts of homes being shattered by affairs between baby-sitters and older males. We chose Cory's, because she is not only typical of the average young teenager, but of the young woman of today who is about to take her place on the "sexual stage."
These young powder kegs are willing to supplant the working mother not only as a baby nurse, but as a woman in bed. And in hundreds of thousands of homes across the country, the stage is already set for as many blow-ups.
This is not to say that young girls, throughout history, have not been used to tending babies. But in a rural community age, it was almost always the younger children of her own family or of a close relative. Nights out for the mother were a rarity, then, and thus there was little need for a baby-sitter.
But with the fast-paced life of today, the greater affluence (often due to the double paychecks coming in), and the relinquishing by modern women of their home duties to others whom they pay to perform them, modern couples spend an average of three nights each week in pursuit of pleasures that do not include the children of the family. Thus, we have the ready-made home-wrecker, who, though often innocent at the beginning, quickly succumbs to the excitement of being able to attract a grown man. It is the age-old story of challenge-conquest, and to the victor belong the spoils. In this case, as in thousands of others, the spoils consist of unlimited, way-out sex sessions, and frequently the beginning of the end of the marriage involved.
We pick up Cory's account as she delves into her own memory for the joyous beginnings of her first romance involving sexual intercourse.
"I had been baby-sitting since I was eleven, but it had only been for the people next door to us, when my parents and them went out together to a movie or to bowl. Jack, the man, worked with my father, and there were two boys in his family, and he was a stick-in-the-mud. Oh, I'd seen him look at me sometimes, like he wanted to grab a feel, but he never did.
"Sometimes, I'd baby-sit for my uncle across town, but it was the same deal. Him and Aunt Mary would be going somewhere with my parents. And Uncle Johnny was a real square, all hung up on religion-didn't even drink or anything.
"I met Ted the first week he moved into his house, three blocks away from ours. He arid Myra had put up a little sign in the local market. You know how some of them have sort of bulletin boards, where people put little ads-cars to sell, furniture, cleaning services, babysitters wanted, all that. I saw the card, and I asked my mother if I could answer the ad. I really didn't need the money. My dad gave me three dollars a week, plus buying all my clothes and school stuff, but I told my mother that I wanted to earn some extra money, just for little things I wanted. I always got good grades in school, and she asked my dad and he said it was okay, as long as I didn't stay out past midnight on school nights, and one on weekends.
"So I walked over to the address that was on the little notice, and knocked on the door. Myra answered the door, and I remember how she eyed me up and down, looking at my breasts and my miniskirt and all. She knew what I wanted, I guess. Anyhow, I said I had come to see about the baby-sitting job, and she asked me in. She asked about my age and experience, and I told her the straight truth. I told her I lived very close, so that I could be called at the last minute, almost, and I told her that I wanted a dollar an hour. I knew that there was a professional outfit of older baby-sitters, mostly old widows, and that they charged a buck and a half, plus transportation money.
"Myra kept looking at my miniskirt all the time, but I kept my legs closed and tried to look as ladylike as I could. I gave her the wide-eyed, schoolgirl stare, and every once in a while, I would glance at the picture of her and Ted that was on a table beside her. Man, he was a killer! I knew that I wanted that job, but bad, just to get a look at that hunk of man in the flesh.
"Myra said she'd take my phone number and address, and I left. And who should be pulling into the driveway but Ted! He stopped the car, looked out the window at me, smiled and said, 'Hi. What's up?' I could see his eyes going up and down my body, and I liked it. It made me feel more confident and more grown-up. I told him I had answered the ad for a baby-sitter, and he grinned from ear to ear. 'I'm sure we can use a pretty young thing like you,' he said. 'What's your name?'
"I told him it was Gory, and he shoved a hand out the car window when I walked over, taking my hand and then holding it with both his. I'm Ted.' He winked broadly. 'I'll use my influence.'
"I just smiled and walked away. I knew that he was looking at me, watching my ass jiggle around, and I gave it a little extra swing to turn him on, but good. I couldn't get over the way I tingled when his eyes went over me, and when his hand had touched mine. He was something else. I knew that, no matter how long it took, Ted and I would make it.
"But it wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. Myra was a little too cagey, and she never allowed us a minute alone-or at least we had to fight for them. Our first chance came when they got home the second time I was baby-sitting for them. She had driven me home the first time. But this time, she rushed in and said she'd be with me in a minute, that she had to go 'potty.'
"She ran for the bathroom, and Ted and I knew that we had to move fast. I moved into his arms without him even looking at me, and his hands went around my ass, and our open mouths locked. I felt his tongue digging deep into my throat, and I sucked it hard, letting one hand stray down to his fly. I could feel his cock already getting stiff, and I squeezed it, then stepped back quickly. We heard the toilet flush, and when Myra got there, Ted and I were ten feet apart, talking about the concert they had been to.
"I had Ted's phone number at work, and I called him the next day. He was all excited, and he told me that we'd just outsmart Myra and meet somewhere that night. I could hardly keep from sticking my finger in my pussy, just thinking about that man! I was sure that my mother would spot something wrong, and wouldn't believe that I had to go to a band rehearsal-I played violin in the school orchestra-but she said it was okay.
"I left the house at six-thirty, and Ted met me on a street corner a few blocks away. The second I climbed into the car, he made a grab for me, one hand going up my crotch and the other around my neck, pulling my head to his. His tongue was out, stiff and hard like a cock, and I closed my mouth over it. We stayed in the kiss as long as we dared, his finger shooting up inside my pussy, making me wet and hot. I'd have done it right there, but he had sense enough to break it off. He drove to an alley behind the factory where he was a supervisor, and parked. He knew that it was safe, because I had ducked down when he drove through the gates where the guard was, and there was nobody patrolling inside the fence.
"We were like a couple of fighting cocks. We just leaped at each other. He slid his hands way up under my skirt, and I lifted up and he pulled my panties off. I just hung on to his face, kissing him, running my tongue in his mouth, licking his eyelids, wanting to eat him. I thought he was going to throw me on the seat and start jabbing his cock into me, but instead he got down on his knees, spread my legs, and just dived into my cunt with his mouth! He stuck his tongue in, rubbed it around on my clit, and then he began to nibble on it. And all I could do was to slide down more, so he could eat more of my cunt!
"I was bucking and lunging with my cunt in his mouth, riding on a big wave of hot light, really living, and then I burst wide open. It felt like my whole insides were shooting out of my cunt and into Ted's hungry, eager mouth. I really came as good as I ever would without a cock inside my cunt, and I was just easing off, slowing the bobbing of my clit to Ted's smooth, wonderful tongue, when we heard a voice and footsteps approaching.
"What a crazy scramble we went into. It was the stupid guard from the front gate! I couldn't hide. All I could do was to pull my skirt down, flicking my panties under my ass to hide them. Ted scrambled up onto the seat behind the wheel and sat there with a shit-eating grin, as the guy walked up. He looked, did a double-take, and began to blush. He stammered: 'I ... I'm sorry, but ... well, your wife called your office ... and when nobody answered, she called the front gate. I ... I told her you had gone inside a few minutes earlier. And she said okay, but I began to wonder if something was wrong. So I ... ' he stepped back, shot a glance at me and shrugged helplessly. I hated the sonofabitch, but I felt sorry for him, in his spot.
"Ted glared at him. 'You're the "something wrong," Max. You just forget what you saw-or think you saw-or it's your ass! Got it?'
"Max got it all right. He almost bowed from the waist and backed off and, after a few yards, he turned and actually ran for the front gate and his post.
"Ted slid out of the car, told me to wait a minute, and went into a rear door, using a key. I found out later that he had called Myra, told her that he had had a little trouble with the car, and that he'd be home inside thirty minutes, that he wanted a mechanic to look at it. I guess it satisfied her, because he told me not to worry, that he would take care of her-and the guard.
"That was my first taste of Ted, and I was really hung up on him. I never knew what it could be like to have a man-a real man, not a silly kid-really go after my cunt. It just built me sky-high for more. I wanted to take his cock into my mouth, show him the way I felt about him, and then have him ram his prick as deep into my slit as he could shove it! And I made up my mind that I would-even if I had to do it in front of Myra!
"I knew that Ted felt that way, too, and he made me know it even more when we kissed good-bye. We were both nervous, but I opened his zipper, bent my head and took his cock into ray mouth, sliding it as deep into my throat as I could stand, sucking hard, trying to let him know with my mouth that that was only the beginning! He just gasped and pulled my head away, and shoved his tongue into my mouth. And how we sucked tongues-like we were taking life from one another's mouth!
"There was nothing on this earth that was going to stop us. I knew it, and so did he. We didn't need words. We felt it in every last bit of our bodies.
"After that, it was like a little snowball, rolling downhill, picking up speed and more snow, getting bigger and bigger. Nobody could have stopped us-nobody! And especially Myra. She was so smug. Oh, she knew what there was between us-not the details of cock-sucking or cunt-licking, but she could see it in my eyes when I looked at Ted, and I suppose in his when he looked at me, or when she questioned him so cutely about me.
"She tried hard, at first, to put all the bars up, but after a couple of weeks, she just seemed to say to herself, 'To hell with it.' She even made it easy for us. I don't know if she was having a little on the side or not, but she sure was spending a lot of nights away from home, so that Ted was free to do what he wanted to do. Myra was a legal secretary before she married Ted, and she had gone back to work for the same firm when they were married. Ted never talked much about it, but I got the idea that he thought she had been having a lot of hanky-panky with one of her bosses while they were going together, and that she had slipped right back into the old groove, once she suspected us.
"Sounds crazy, but Ted was actually jealous. But, as I said, there was time for us, and one night he called me and said that Myra was going to be out until midnight, and that he wanted me to come over. He didn't make any bones about what he wanted. He just said. 'Gory, baby, tonight we fly.'
"I walked over, after reminding Ted about my parents, so he called them and asked if I could baby-sit for a couple of hours. He told them I'd be home by no later than ten, that he had to go to the office for a while, and his wife also was working late, so they didn't think anything about it.
"When I got there, Ted already had the kids in bed and he was watching TV, biting his nails and sipping on a drink. He never drank much, so I could tell he was all tensed up. But when he put his arms around me, I felt him quiet down and become my Ted, my lover.
"He just kissed me, real sexy, then real tender, and took my hand and led me into the bedroom-his and Myra's. He just stood there for a moment, and it was like we were on our honeymoon. We both knew we wanted the whole bit-the real fucking-and at last we were able to go all the way. At that point, I doubt if we would have cared if Myra was standing there watching us.
"Ted walked over to me and touched my face with his hand. It was like I was being hypnotized. I just began to take off my blouse, then my skirt. I stood there in my panties, and Ted didn't even make a move toward my cunt. He just left his hand on my cheek, trying to tell me with his eyes what it would mean to him when we really did have each other all the way.
"I moved in close and kissed his mouth, without any tonguing. I loved him, he loved me. It was that simple. The fucking that was coming was just going to be the beautiful frosting on my cake of happiness. That's how I felt at that moment-all misty and starry-eyed, like a bride on her honeymoon.
"We exchanged kisses like that for moments, and then Ted stepped back and looked at me. My breasts are nice and round, but firm. They tilt up, in what Ted always says is a saucy angle, daring, challenging-as he says, 'Saying kiss me, suck me, feel me.'
"Then he came close again and took off the last bit of my clothes, my panties. I told you about how it was, there on her bed, with her man. I know it never could have been that good with her, and when it was over, we were ready for more and more. I never wanted to have him take his cock out of me, and I knew he felt the same way. I guess it was then, right at that moment, with Ted's still-hard prick inside me, our mouths locked together, our wet, sweating bodies sticking together, that we both made up our mind that this bed was going to be ours-as soon as we could manage it. How, I didn't have the slightest idea, but I wanted Ted for my own, and he was telling me right then, with his cock, his lips, his whole body, that he felt the same way.
"He slid his cock out and went down between my legs, spreading them wide, sticking his tongue inside my cunt and licking it as far as he could reach, cleaning out his own jism from my aching, still-hungry cunt. I put my fingers down by his lips, and every once in a while, he would lick them too, or take one in his mouth and suck on it. The next thing I knew, he had slid up on top of me again, and I felt his prick, stiff and demanding, rubbing against the lips of my pussy.
"He put his lips on mine and said in a husky voice, 'Gory, darling-I want to fuck you in the ass. I've always wanted that, and she would never let me. If you love me, let me do it to you in the ass!'
"I sucked his lips and tongue, and I reached down and played with his stiff prick, and then for my answer I pushed him off me, rolled over, and got up on my hands and knees. I looked over my shoulder at Ted, staring at me, on his knees behind me, positioned to stick his cock up my asshole, and I was so thrilled I thought I'd faint. I mean it. He had said it-the thing he had always been denied by Myra. And now we were here, alone, and I could give it to him. I smiled at him and said, 'Ass-fuck me, honey. I want to feel your lovely cock up inside my asshole. Please ... ass-fuck me!'
"He went into the bathroom and I could hear him squirting some hand lotion, or something like that, into his hand. When he came out, he was rubbing one handful of it all over his cock and, when he got on the bed behind me, he massaged my asshole with it, shoving some of it up my shit hole with his finger.
"I was getting so excited that I wanted to stick my finger up my cunt and play with my clit, but I knew that Ted would be wanting me. to enjoy it, too, so I just spread my legs wider and he moved in closer, so he could insert the slippery head of his cock into my chute. When the head of it went in and he made a couple of jabs so that it was almost being guided by my asshole, Ted leaned forward over my body and slid his fingers up into my cunt. He grabbed my clit with his fingertips and began to roll it around between them.
"It was heaven for me, just knowing that I was making him that happy, and I was hardly aware of his cock filling my asshole up so it felt like I had to take a big shit. His fingers on my clit were all I could feel in my body, but in my mind I was swallowing all of him, taking him right inside of me, whether it was from one end or the other. I'd have gotten down and eaten his shit, if he'd have asked me, just to get a chance to lick his balls and suck his cock. Love?-Jesus, nobody ever loved anybody in this world like I loved him.
"When I felt his hot juice spurting up my ass, and heard him groaning, I wanted him to take my clit and tear it out by the roots. And he almost did! But I loved it-every touch he gave me. And a second or two after I felt him coming up my asshole, I came, too. We were both so exhausted we just collapsed forward, his cock still in my asshole, his fingers still latched onto my clit. I was too emotionally spent to say a word. I just wanted to lie there, feeling his weight on top of me, his cock deep in my ass, his body a part of mine-a part that Myra, his own wife, had never given him.
"Myra was really the farthest thing from my mind, at that moment. I felt I owned Ted, all of him. It was me he owed everything to, not her. I didn't give a shit if she got hurt, or the kids, or anybody, so long as it wasn't me, and I was determined it wouldn't be. I wanted him. I'd proved that I could give him even more than she could. And I was going to have him.
"When Ted finally pulled his cock out of my asshole, it was soft. I wanted to get down and lick it and suck it, shit and all, so it could get hard enough to fuck me in the cunt again, but he wouldn't let me. He reminded me that she might be home soon, and he said that he was way too tired and way to happy to stand for any of her bullshit that night. I felt the same way, really, so I got dressed, we kissed, and I walked home.
"I think I stayed awake until daylight, living every touch, every word-masturbating my tired, aching pussy, even shoving one finger up my ass, reminding me of all we had shared that glorious night.
"The next day was hell. I just couldn't get my mind on my schoolwork. I wanted to call him, to just hear him reassuring me that he loved me, and that we would have all the rest of our lives together, like we had last night. I was really gone on Ted.
"Myra almost seemed to be playing our game, our way, for the next few weeks. Ted and I had chance after chance, and we took them all. The only thing that spoiled it a little bit was my bitching. I wanted to have him all the time, and I told him so. He started off by telling me that he wanted that, too, and that we'd work it out. But when I insisted on a time limit, Ted got nasty. I'd never seen him like that, and for the first time, I began to see how Myra might cool off towards him.
"Normally, Ted never used foul language, and he never cursed, but when I began to pressure him, he would fuck me, kiss me, and then when I'd ask when we'd be together again, he'd use wild language. He'd say things like, 'For Christ's sake, girl, what are you, a fucking machine? Cool it. Let my prick heal a little.' Or: 'Jeez, Gory, I'm not a fucking mechanical prick. After all, I have to take care of what I've got at home, too, you know!' He knew that that made me so mad I could have bit his cock off and spit it out in his face, when he even hinted that he was fucking Myra, after he fucked and sucked me!
"So I decided to let him chase me. I didn't call or see him for over a week. He called twice to have me baby-sit, and Myra called once, but I told my mother I just wasn't feeling well, and didn't want to do it, and that was the message she relayed to both of them. I was aching to have him fuck me, but I wanted him to think it over and make up his mind about me. If he had to settle for the cold-assed thing he'd married, for a week or so, I knew he'd come running back to me.
"Then I cooked my own goose. I went too far with the 'make-him-jealous' bit. My mother and dad were going out with the next-door neighbors, Jack and Eve, and my dad was out of town. So they asked me, and expected me, to baby-sit for their kids. I had to do it, and I had it in the back of my mind to relent and call Ted and have him come over, and we'd have a whole evening of just 'making-up' fucking.
"But Jack got held up at work, and he told my mother and Eve, his wife, he'd meet them later, to go ahead without him. They did, and I was left hung out to dry. I didn't dare call Ted and ask him over, with me not knowing when Jack would show up to change clothes. So I resigned myself to watching TV, feeling sorry for myself. I had only nicely gotten settled and interested in a program, when Jack came home. But what a different man he was than the one that I'd always known-or thought I knew!
"He came in, and I was sprawled on the couch, my legs up, my ass and pussy in plain sight, because I had on some thin, filmy panties that were drawn up tight so they practically were buried in the crack of my cunt. He took one look, grinned at me, and locked the front door behind him, like some corny villain in a horror movie.
"He had been drinking, and that should have tipped me off, but I still didn't think he was going to pull the Jekyll-Hyde bit on me. I just stayed the way I was, my cunt and ass exposed, baffled by the look on his face. He walked in, pocketing his car keys, and came over and sat down beside me on the couch. I guess I'd always thought of him as an old man-he was bald, and had a fringe of gray hair around his ears, like a halo. But before I knew what he intended, he grabbed my legs, pulled them down, ripped off my panties, and had his prick out!
"He wasn't even trying to be cute. He just wanted to get his prick into me, and that was that. I didn't get excited or scared. I just laid there, as if I didn't know what it was all about. But when I saw his dong, I began to get that old feeling between my cunt lips. All at once, I wanted him to fuck me. But I wanted it to be nice-as if he really wanted me as a woman, and not just some cheap whore he had stumbled across.
"I suddenly grew cool-not sexually. But I found that I was in command, not him. I knew, looking into his wild eyes, that I could make him do anything I wanted to, just like I had always been able to do with Ted. I put out my hand, shoving Jack's chest, and I looked up at him with as cold a look as I could muster. I said, 'Look, if we're going to fuck, we're going to do it right. You suck my cunt, first!'
"It surprised him, and he let go of his rigid cock and meekly knelt down beside the couch. I moved so he could put one of my legs over his shoulder. He moved in with his mouth and he just seemed in a daze as he began to lick my cunt! But he snapped out of it, once he got a taste of my cunt juice, and began to really gobble it. He sucked and licked, nibbled and bit, and shoved one lone finger deep inside my cunt and played with the inner linings until I really got turned on and got with it. I locked one leg around his neck and pulled him in closer, and bucked my ass up high, so he could really eat my pussy.
"I came real quick, and he was so goddamned hot that he had been using his free hand to jerk himself off! He hadn't had a come yet, so I pushed him away, spread my legs and stared him right in the eye. I said, 'Now you can fuck me, Jack!'
"He was like a little kid with a toy. He even fumbled around, trying to get his cock into my cunt, like it was his first time, but finally he had it in, and I began to help him, and he settled into a real, lunging, experienced cocks-man!
"He had a big prick, and it filled my cunt to the very brim, and when I felt him relax, and really begin to shove it in the right way, so it caught my clit on the in and out strokes, I let go and gave him the whole business. We really bucked and rolled, half on, half off the couch, and towards the end, I had my ass hanging off the couch and he was on his knees on the floor, lifting my ass onto his cock, and pulling it down. I just slid off, keeping his cock gripped tight with the muscles of my cunt, and he squatted there, helping me jump up and down on his prick, but lifting my body with his hands under my ass!
"It was some come, different than I'd ever had with Ted. It even surprised him, I guess, because when he shot his load into my pussy, he collapsed backward and his cock slipped out, so that the last couple of squirts of jism shot onto the rug. I had already gotten my rocks off twice, the last time just as he collapsed under me. He looked funny, lying there on his back, his cock dribbling juice, but I didn't laugh. I was suddenly aware that I didn't have to be satisfied with Ted's surly treatment! I could get a hell of a lot of men!
"Then Jack blew the whole goddamned scene by beginning to whine. He scrambled to his knees and crawled over between my legs, kissing my breasts, begging me not to tell my father or his wife. He acted like a sniveling piece of shit. I told him to get off it, that I'd enjoyed it, and that we'd have to do it again, soon, but I couldn't snap him out of his snively, scared mood.
"He was just kissing my tits when the door opened and in walked his wife and my mother!
"The shit sure hit the fan, I'll tell you. My mother began to yell 'Rape!' and she hasn't stopped to this day, Jack's wife was too stunned to do much of anything but bawl, and she bawled all through the next few days, while she went to a lawyer-get this-to defend her loving husband against rape charges brought by my mother and dad.
"I was in a shitty mess. I didn't want the poor jerk to go to jail, but I didn't know how to get out of it. I know now that, even if I had admitted that I had done it willingly, my parents would have charged statutory rape, I was hardly fourteen, and any judge or jury would have hung poor Jack by the balls.
"But we had all figured without cute, smart-assed Myra. She brought out some information that she intended to use privately, and this was too good a chance to rack my ass.
"Remember, I told you she worked for a firm of attorneys? Well, the clever bitch had had a private investigator that did work for the firm do a little snooping for her-on Ted and I! She had dates, times, everything but actual photographs, of almost every time Ted and I had been together in the last three months!
"She was clever, and once she had the whip hand, she really used it! She came over to my house, with all the photostatic copies of all the shit the private dick had piled up, and gave them to my parents! She let them read it, all the way through, and then she told them that if they went ahead with the rape charges, she'd see that I was put in a home for juvenile delinquents. She also told them she had showed it all to Ted, and told him that if he wanted a divorce, he could simply sign over everything to her-the bonds, the house, the kids-plus a nice fat alimony and child-support check every week!
"I was too upset to wonder what Ted thought of it. I know now that he just panicked, because he blew the whole scene. He disappeared, without taking much more than two changes of clothes. My parents dropped the charges, but quick, against poor, dumb Jack. But they weren't through with me by a long shot. They had some big fights about it, but my father had his way. He turned the papers Ted's wife had left, over to the juvenile authorities, and signed a statement that I was 'incorrigible, wanton and wayward!'
"Because of my age, the newspapers were kept out of it, and so was Ted, Myra, Jack, my parents and the whole works. I was the only one that seemed to take any lumps. They just sent me to a home for incorrigible juvenile females, for an indeterminate period. What that means is that when I get out depends on how I behave myself in this stinking joint.
"So, how am I behaving? I want out. I behave, at least, when anybody is looking. But don't forget, there are a lot of other bitches in here with me, and they're all as charged up in the cunt as ! am. We have ways.
"I've tried the lesbian bit, and, frankly, it isn't all that a man could give, but it sure as hell is better than nothing. I've gone both ways. I've been sucked and fingered, and I suck cunts, too, and masturbate them if we can't get away with the sucking, or a sixty-nine job. But I'm not a lesbian, and I never will be. It's just a fill-in until I can get out of here and find some men. And this time, baby, they're going to know that little Gory is around. When I find a man that I want, or that wants me, it's going to cost him!
"This old bullshit about it being a man's world is for the birds. It's a woman's word. And I'm a woman, now. In body. But, most of all, in mind. I learned a lot from the way Myra operated. Play it smart. Cool it. When you've got the goods, step on the sonofabitch and make him squeal or come running back.
"I did get one letter from Ted, so he couldn't have gone too far away. But there was no return address, just a New York City postmark. And then he just said to keep my chin up, and maybe one day, we'd see each other again.
"Funny, but about the only visitor I get is Jack. How about that? The poor dumb bastard still blames himself for what happened. He has been to see me three times in the last year, and he acts like a whipped puppy dog. He keeps telling me that when I get out, I have to come to him and let him try to make up for what he got me into. Imagine that! He got me into it!
"If I blame anyone outside of my own stupid self, it's Myra. She knew what she wanted, and she knew all along that she could outsmart me, even if she couldn't out-fuck me or out-sex me. But she lost, too. Nobody knows where Ted is, except that I know he was in New York. And maybe the ones that really get hurt are his kids. But they can't be too bad off. Myra filed for divorce, and she's working and making real good money, so all she's really lost is Ted. And if she faces it honestly, she lost him a long time back, when he first shoved his hand out of his car window and took mine, and let his eyes go up and down my body.
"I'm not too worried. I'll be out when I'm eighteen, only this time I'll know what the score is. So if I go after a man, I'll protect myself all the way around. Fuck these stupid wives. There are a lot of guys around-older men that have it made without wives. I know how they go for a young chick, and I'll still have it when I cut loose from here. I'll be smarter. I'll be like Myra. I'll make goddamned sure that I have an ace in the hole, if I feel that somebody might be chiseling into my territory.
"I won't ever become a whore. I'll guarantee it. There are too many guys around who take one look at a young body and a nice pair of legs and tits, and want to put their permanent brand on it. I'll play it all the way, with or without a wedding ring. When I make up my mind that I want a man, I'll make good and sure that he's mine.
"One thing I'll promise: if I have a dozen kids, and hubby and I want to go somewhere, there'll be a baby-sitter, all right. But she'd better be over sixty, and even then, I'll keep my eye on her."
In the foregoing case history, only the "huntress" was punished by the law. That all the other participants suffered is beyond question. But in the legal sense, only Gory was made to pay for her crimes according to the legal and moral codes of the land. Whether it can be considered punishment or not is left to the reader's judgment, for Gory will emerge in a year or so, hardened, lesbian-oriented, bitter, almost a man-hater.
She seems determined to cut a wide swathe through the field of eligible males, and to Gory there is no line of demarcation-any male is fair game. We make no pretense that she is typical, nor is the ending typical of such involvements between husbands and baby-sitting sex-pots.
What we do believe is typical in the foregoing case history is the feeling that exists in all men. The natural desire of a male for the younger of the female species is acknowledged by psychiatry. The overt aggressiveness of today's young female is also an acknowledged fact. That there is a great need for someone to temporarily fill the bill of baby-tender, by day or by night, is also another admitted fact. In discussions of this ever-growing problem with hundreds of couples across the United States, there is a wealth of conclusions to be drawn. But all are sketchy, all seem only to pose more questions to which there are no answers.
Would it be better for the working mother to quit her job and risk the resultant lowering of the family income, which means that her children must do without certain items, some of which might even be classed as necessities? What then, is most necessary to a child? A well-stocked larder and clothes closet, or the sense of security that comes with the felt presence of the natural mother? Is the risk of the husband finding himself bored and feeling cheated and turning to someone more available and willing worth it? Or that of the mother finding men who work with her more exciting (and certainly available)?
These, of course, are only a few of the questions to which we must find an answer. Are they all like Gory, our subject? Of course not.
But, how many baby-sitters have had sexual relations with the husbands of the family, without being discovered? More pertinent, how many young, aggressive, actively-seeking young sex-pots have been the first to plant the seeds of discontent in the minds of many honest, hard-working young fathers? These are questions that have no answer; but the problem does exist.
The one thing that case histories such as that of Ted and Gory do prove is simply that, in the so-called "generation gap" that we read and hear so much about today, the one sure bridge exists in the situation we have created which calls for both parents to work, and both parents to seek relaxation and pleasure in their off hours, while faced with the problem of the care of small children. Fortunate is the couple who live close to mothers and fathers, and who have good relationships with them, so that no strangers need be involved; yet, with the expansion of the urban way of life, this ideal situation is becoming almost impossible of attainment.
Perhaps the answer does lie in the many sound, trustworthy leagues of baby-sitters who are sincere in their work, and whose past lives have qualified them for the care of youngsters. We speak of the hundreds of organized older women, widows, spinsters, divorcees, within whom the fires of sexual lust have at least cooled, if not died.
There seems no simple answer to such as Cory, because there is no simple answer to the Teds, the Myras, the Jacks. And it must, therefore, be left to the judgment of future mothers and fathers as to who shall serve as interim mothers and fathers to their children.
CHAPTER FOUR: THE LESBIAN "REFUGE"
"I was fifteen when my sister Josephine married. I was a virgin, believe it or not, and before God, I swear to you that I had never had any lesbian experiences and had never had any lesbian leanings. I had never had a male or a female go even to first base. Outside of a few feels here and there by smart-aleck boys in school, sexwise I was a real dummy.
"I never did like Cal, Jo's steady-he's now my brother-in-law-because from the first date she brought him to the house on, he tried to feel me up. And he was also a drunk and a bum who just never seemed to have or keep a job. Later, I found out that he had even tried to screw my mother. Everybody in the world knew what a real crumb he was-except my sister.
"I'm not trying to blame the big slob for what happened, but I do know that my sister wasn't a lesbian, either. Sometimes, I think you just don't have a choice. You can't stop yourself when you're hurt and lonely, like it happened to Jo and me.
"Maybe I had a prejudiced attitude right from the start, but I had enough reasons. Every time Cal would pass near me, he'd pinch my ass or my titties, or run his horny hands up under my dress and grab at my cunt. I couldn't tell sis about that-I didn't want to have to hurt her that much. I felt the same way about my mother. I knew she would blab and maybe make Jo stop seeing him, and, believe me, Jo was an emotional character who was hung up on Cal, and I didn't know what she might do-run away, maybe even take sleeping pills, so I just shut up about the guy she was going with and became even more tight-mouthed after she married Cal.
"I guess I knew Jo wasn't happy before anyone else did. Sisters just sense those things. We'd always been close, in spite of the age difference, but not any more than most sisters are, I suppose. The conversations we used to have weren't about big things-like love dreams, future marriage, and kids-but even when you talk about clothes and stuff, you get close. But we could always tell, we could feel it, inside us, if something was wrong about the other one.
"I used to stop over at Jo's place at least five times a week, and I went over this one Monday night. They had had a party on Saturday, booze and all that, and I hadn't been invited. Our parents are real religious-I mean, the whole route-so Jo thought it would save a lot of arguments for me if she didn't ask me over. So, I stopped this Monday, after school, a couple of hours before Cal was due home from work.
"Jo was home, all right. She was in a housecoat-a frilly, feminine thing that I'd always liked. But, she was nervous and she was having a hard time hiding her tears. I noticed it right away, and I tried to be sympathetic, without being nosy. I noticed how she kept crossing and recrossing her legs, as if something hurt her. Finally, I asked her what was wrong.
"She stood up and threw her housecoat wide open, showing me the ugly bruises, and what I thought were teeth marks, on her thighs. High, inside, close to her genital area. I said something in a tone of sympathy, and then she took the lips of her cunt and opened them, sticking the hairy thing almost in my face.
"'lle bit me!' she moaned. 'lle chewed me all to hell! You can't see it, I suppose, but he chewed me all to pieces-here!.' She put a hand down to cover her cunt, and I realized for the first time, what a beautiful body she had, down there. I'd seen her a hundred times naked, but I'd never realized what a pretty crotch and breasts she had."
We try not to generalize in a study such as this, but a widespread fact is evident: lesbianism is on the rise, and moreover, there has never been a generation gap in the love of female for female. It is the same as with an older man who desires fresh, young, delectable flesh; older women want almost virgin bodies, and the young females respond for exactly the same reasons a heterosexual girl might react to an older man-to his kindness, his consideration, his desire to adore her, buy her the things she wants.
The older woman who is a lesbian is not too different. And often, the generation gap is not as wide because of the fact that many lesbians are driven into it by the cruel treatment of brutal husbands and fathers, and in many instances, such as the one we are examining now, the abused and abased woman will turn naturally to the person (s) closest to her-her sister- or a close female relative such as an aunt.
Due to our pattern of living in America, female homosexuality is easily hidden and, therefore, difficult to detect. This is because of the many women's clubs, the habit of "kissing" female relatives and friends, and so on. If two men meet and kiss or embrace, everyone assumes they are homosexuals, but with women, it is quite commonly accepted. If two males share an apartment, they are suspect; but many women share apartments-even the same bed- and we are prone to admire them for their ability to "make it on their own," and their astuteness in knowing how to cut down on expenses by "sharing."
Thus, we find that lesbianism is widely unrecognized, unless many of the more militant lesbians do as they are doing today-blatantly and scornfully challenge society's tottering structures. The lesbian organizations in the United State are strong today, and their rolls are growing by leaps and bounds as the new "women's liberation" idea catches fire.
In our society, lesbianism is easy to practice not only because of the sharing (undisturbed) of dwelling places, sports, hobbies, and other activities, but also because there has been a rapid increase in women's clubs, bars catering only to lesbians, women's health spas, and dozens of establishments that cater exclusively to the female. These are all ideal places for the recruiting of new, future lesbians. And since the opportunity has always been there, for no one has ever breathed a scandalous word about a woman who visits her next-door neighbor housewife, we have been unaware that lesbianism has been increasing rapidly, almost to epidemic proportions.
We shall look in this chapter at two different situations involving the bridging of the sexual generation gap, emphasizing the growing tendency of many women to completely shut men from their sexual lives.
"All I could see was the big, ugly purple bruises right up to the lips of Jo's cunt. I just wanted to kiss her legs and give whatever ease and comfort I could give. I know it sounds corny, but that's what I felt inside. I just wanted to caress and kiss away all those ugly bruises- make her happy, the way I knew her.
"And I did kiss her. First, the thighs, then closer to the lovely spread of hair. I could see those lovely lips sticking out at me, and I remembered how she said he had chewed her all up inside, and I wanted to get inside, to heal and help what that sonofabitch had done!
"I got on my knees, kissing her thighs, my hands around her ass cheeks, but gently. I just kissed and kissed her, until I found my tongue inside her lovely lips. She squatted, so I could really get to her from underneath, and I stuck my tongue in as far as I could, while I kneaded and caressed the ass cheeks and put my little finger up in her asshole.
"I don't remember if I thought anything, except to try to stop her crying. I honestly don't. The only thing I knew was that we were close again, sisters, like we'd always been, before that no-good bastard came along and got into my sister, whom I adored.
"I remember yet, how she looked down at me as I stuck my tongue into her cunt. I think, at, first, she felt embarrassed, then a little sorry for me, but she didn't say anything. I reached up and touched her nipples. She had nice, round, pert little breasts that I'd always admired and hoped I could duplicate. Then she began to respond. She spread her legs and put her hands around my head and pulled my mouth in tighter, moving my head up and down to help me with my licking and tonguing motion. Then, she pulled me away, bent over, and kissed me, like she had never kissed me before-like I'd never been kissed by anyone. She opened my lips and slid her sweet, warm tongue into my mouth, winding it around my own tongue, probing, darting, until I thought I'd go ape.
"'Let's go into the bedroom and do it right,' was all Jo said.
"I followed her into the bedroom, and she began to undress me. As she was doing it, she kept on kissing me, my neck, my mouth, my breasts. Then she laid me down on the bed and crawled on top of me. She fitted her cunt to mine and began a rolling, rubbing motion while she played with my nipples, then began running her fingers up and down over my ass. All the while, she was kissing my ears, then sticking her tongue into my mouth until I began to grow wild with want.
"When she slid down and spread my legs, I wanted her tongue inside me more than I'd ever wanted anything! She slid her finger inside my wet, throbbing vagina, moving it about expertly. Then she began tickling and licking my clitoris with her mouth, all the while moving her finger inside me. I propped myself up on my elbows, so I could see her, and it added to my enjoyment of it.
"Jo was a beautiful girl with a strong, dominant personality, and it seemed to me that, for the first time in my life, I had won her real attention. I'd sort of admired her from afar, and in a way, I had always feared her. Now, here she was, with her total efforts being given over to my pleasure! She was hungry for me, working her tongue in and out, her finger moving inside me, discovering erogenous areas I never knew I had, until I finally had a wild, bursting orgasm. She still stayed there, sucking and using her fingers on me and masturbating herself with her other hand, until I had a second, much quicker orgasm. But now, I wanted to do all this to her. I pushed her gently away, rolled her on her back, and began kissing her mouth and neck, working downward on her lovely body. I used my tongue to wash and soothe the ugly bite marks, then nestled my nose and mouth in the sweet-smelling hair around her cunt. I began licking the outer lips of her box, darting my tongue inside it now and then to touch her clitoris. I ran my finger up inside her vagina, trying to remember the spots inside me that had responded so wildly. I knew I found them, by her writhing motions. I settled down to sucking and licking her cunt, trying to bring her the same ecstasy she'd given me. When she came, she grabbed my hair and held my mouth to her cunt, saying over and over: 'More, lover, more!'
"I was in for a big shock of another sort that day. I asked Jo about the bite marks, and she broke down and told me the whole story. I guess I must have been naive, but I had never suspected that Jo was a lesbian since she was in her early teens! I recalled the extremely close friendship between her and a school chum, and Jo told me that it was this girl who had introduced her to lesbianism. She was still having lesbian sex affairs when she married Cal, and it had led to serious arguments early in their marriage, because of Jo's need for oral sex, right to orgasm.
"Cal had wanted to lick and suck Jo's cunt as a part of foreplay, and when she continued to insist that he bring her to orgasm that way, he balked. She admitted that after she had an orgasm from his mouth and tongue, she found it difficult to submit to normal sex, with Gal's prick inside her. This was the reason, in fact, for his having bitten her so savagely the night before. They had had a big argument about Cal wanting to get right into Jo, without all the sucking and kissing of her cunt. When she had held out for it, he had begun to bite her. He had even bitten her clitoris and the lips of her vagina! The argument had ended with Cal warning her that he was going to take her to a psychiatrist, to cure her of her liking for what he called 'queer sex!'
"Eventually, the coldness between Cal and Jo caused a complete breakdown in their sex relations. Meanwhile, Jo and I continued to make love to each other, although she felt guilty about having introduced me to lesbianism. I told her she hadn't, that I had wanted to kiss her cunt that day, but it didn't help. She began to get nervous and irritable, and she and Cal fought constantly. Finally, he started drinking heavily and staying out nights-all night, sometimes. He told her bluntly that he was fucking any woman he could get, and would go on doing it unless she 'straightened out and became a woman.'
"Admitting that she really did love Cal, Jo eventually went to a psychiatrist and then entered group therapy. I became like a lost lonely lover that had been jilted. Our lovemaking became less intense, and finally, Jo told me it was all over. I screamed at her that she couldn't do that to me, but she pointed out that she had never made any advances, all those years she had been a lesbian.
"I went to live with an aunt, in Oakland, California. I went to the U. at Berkeley for one semester. I had a lot of lesbian friends there. Then the 'hippie' crowd started to take over-at least, the bunch that I ran with-and I couldn't go for the bisexual bit. I tried sucking a man's cock-I never could allow one to be stuck inside my cunt-but I couldn't make it that way, either. I hooked up with an advertising company, demonstrating appliances in stores across the Western states and I met Julie there. I guess we recognized each other as lesbians from the first, but there was something more. Julie recognized my need. She seemed to sense that I was a helpless little snot, in most ways, and I needed to lean on someone I trusted and loved. I needed a 'big sister,' and Julie was at least forty-five when we met, while I was just yet nineteen.
"We slept together that first night. It was as if it had all been prearranged years ago. It just had to happen. We've been together for a long time, now-as those things go with lesbians- and I've never been happier. We belong to a big lesbian organization, both of us are very active in it.
"I wouldn't change a thing. I doubt if my sister has really licked her problems. She's a bisexual, I'm positive, and I doubt if she could ever be as happy as Julie and I are. I suppose you think I'm not qualified to judge, because I've never been fucked by a man, but I know that sex with a man could never be as sweet and deep as the emotional impact of sex with a woman you love and who loves you. Most of the women in our society, have been married, or at least have had sex with men, and they can't all be wrong about that, can they?
"And, to get back to the subject you want to explore-the age difference-that makes it only sweeter as far as we are concerned. We fill a need in each other. I suppose Laura fills the mother image, as they call it, but I'm no psychiatrist. I just know that she is strong. She can make decisions, get things going. I'm just not a leader-I'm a follower. What I give her is pure, trusting love, and she says that she is the kind who needs to be needed, leaned on, counted on, and that I do for just about everything.
"Take the way I met her. I told you I was traveling, demonstrating this line of electrical appliances in department stores. Laura was the manager of the housewares department in this one store, and when we were introduced, I just felt a thrill when she took my hand and smiled into my eyes. Before the day was out, we had arranged for me to stay with her. She just said simply, 'I know how tough it can be in a strange town, alone, dear. Why not stay with me while you're here. I've got a big place, and I'd welcome the company.'
"I went home with her and we had a chicken dinner sent in. Meantime, she fixed martinis and we relaxed for a few moments, then she asked me if a shower would feel good. When I was undressing, she stripped also, and we just stood there in the bedroom, looking at each other's bodies. I had never seen an older woman naked, and Laura was a big woman, well built, with full, ripe breasts, a nice rounded belly, and good legs. And her pussy was almost virgin-looking. Most women have flaps of flesh that show through the outer lips of their cunt, but Laura's looked as neat and unused as a ten-year-old's, and she had a light growth of pussy hair, revealing the nice shape of her vagina.
"She came over to me, took me in her arms, and our breasts and cunts were touching, causing thrills to shoot all over my body. It had been a long time, and she was right-it was tough for me, being alone. I needed her, more than I could have told her, and when her lips closed on my mouth, and her tongue slid into it, caressing my own, I felt at peace. I was excited, but at the same time calm and happily relaxed. I had someone who cared for me.
"Her hands were nice on my butt, and she rotated my hips with them, so our cunt lips were massaging the other's. She relaxed after a minute or so, moving her mouth down to my neck and then my breasts, and she sucked and licked my nipples until they were standing up like little bullets. She then got on her knees and licked my navel, and finally I felt her warm loving tongue playing with the inside of my cunt, pressing against my clit as it flicked in and out, sending big waves of pleasure up my body and down my legs. I bent my knees a little, so she could go deeper with her tongue, and she slid one finger up inside my pussy, to the back part, where she began to run it in and out, while her tongue was busy with my clit.
"It had been a long time, and I was so relaxed and eager that I came within two minutes. I could hardly wait to make love to her. I wanted to cement the relationship with my body, my lips-all of me. I pushed her back down on the bed and ran my hands over her body, while I did things to her mouth and eyes and ears, using my tongue and lips. Her breasts felt so firm and strong, and I got a big thrill when I felt her nipples hardening under my touch. I kissed her soft belly, running my tongue into her navel, liked the way she shuddered as I slid the tip of it down through the pubic hair and brushed the lips of her cunt. She had a good, womanly odor about her, not all disguised with perfumes, and I spread her legs and positioned myself on my stomach, so I could use my hands and my mouth to caress and fondle her slit and her ass.
"Laura raised her knees and I moved in close, my finger playing with her asshole, while I ran my tongue into her cunt, massaging her clit, running the tip of it around the soft hot flesh inside. I nibbled at her knob with my teeth, and she began to moan. When I stuck the fingers of my other hand up inside her pussy, raking the far inner walls with my fingernails, she groaned and writhed with joy, and it made me feel warm and good all over.
"After Laura came, we just lay there in each other's arms, our mouths locked, tongues busy, cunts and breasts touching, and we made love like any two lovers would. She was a romantic woman, and she told me that she had waited and prayed for someone as young and sweet as me. She said she was so tired of the bored women who went both ways-most of them married, who just went to bed with other women for 'kicks'-to break the monotony. She told me that she had never been married and that she had been a lesbian since she was twelve. Laura was pleased that I had never had a man's cock inside me. After we showered together, we just stayed naked, talking, playing little love games with each other, and when we went to bed, we just naturally drifted into a sixty-nine position. Making love like that, if two women really love each other, can be the most exciting sexual experience on earth. You can match tongue strokes and sucking almost perfectly, as if you were playing on a beautiful instrument, and feel the return caresses. It's as near to perfect sex as I can imagine anything being. I don't know how long we kept bringing each other to orgasm, but we fell asleep that way, with my mouth still locked to her cunt, and hers to mine.
"Next day, I quit my job and Laura got me a sales job with her. It was wonderful, being- able to be with her all day, then together at night, sharing our whole lives. We stayed together for over five years, and as far as I ever knew, there was no one else in her life, and, certainly, no one in mine. She filled it too full for me to want anybody else. I know, that a lot of lesbians use vibrators and dildoes on each other, but we never did. Since neither of us had ever known a man, or wanted one, all our. lovemaking was just straight 'woman-loving.'
"I suppose I would still be with Laura, except that the company opened another store in a city three hundred miles away, and they asked me to head the housewares section. It was the chance of a lifetime for an average woman like me, and we talked it over and Laura insisted that I take the opportunity. We parted the best of friends, and when I get a free weekend, or she has time off, we often get together and make love-if neither of us is living steady with another woman.
"I have become less dependent. Maybe the responsibility of the job helps. At any rate, I play the field a little more than I did, and when I find a woman that is my kind-older, more inclined to be steady and not play around-we live together. When I'm free, I still don't go for the playgirl types. I guess I'm too domestic-minded, because my idea of the good life is having a home, with someone in it that loves you and that you love."
Aside from the incest factor in Jill's becoming a lesbian, the girl is quite typical of the younger lesbian who prefers to have sex with, and often to live with, an older woman. That she is a passive type is clear, and her relationship with other women will always smack of the "mother-daughter" need. This need is typical in most lesbians, whatever the age, and it is usually the older-younger pairs who enjoy the longest and most meaningful relationships.
Promiscuity is quite common in lesbians, especially in those of the under-30 age group, but when two "home types" get together, they often "marry," that is, they live exactly the same kind of life as any married couple might, with the obvious exception of never having children.
The experts are in agreement that lesbian love provides an extra emotional and spiritual uplift that most women never receive from a male. By the very nature of women, they can sense and know fully the needs of another, and this is one of the strongest chains that can bind two humans together. When lesbians, like Jill, lead normal, productive lives, society ignores them completely, and many do not even suspect that such women are lesbians.
We are coming to recognize the fact that such people, happy, productive, solid members of the community, can no longer be discriminated against because of their choice of sex partners. In the final analysis, this is what our social dreams are all about: a happy society, living in harmony and peace and granting and accepting sexual freedom.
"Of course there's a good reason why I prefer older women as my lovers. It's a corny one, but it's the truth. I was raped and beaten, when I was twelve, by an uncle that raised me since I was seven. I ran away and lived as a little tramp for three years, with anybody who would take me in. When I was thirteen, I was making my living as a part-time prostitute, part-time anything I could be, from carhop to housemaid, and when I got the clap, the doctor turned me in to the police, and they found I had no people, so they put me in a home for delinquent girls.
"I know what you might have heard about those places, but for me, it was the first home I ever had. I at least got care, clothes, good food, and some real love, for the first time also. Yes, I mean lesbian love. Say what you want about the perversions or whatever that is supposed to go on in institutions. All I know is that it saved my life, and most surely my mind.
"When I went there, I swear, if one more man had touched me sexually, I'd have either killed him or myself. I hated men. I had never had anything in my life from a man that didn't want to be fucked or sucked or both. Nobody ever just hugged or kissed me. They all wanted to get into my cunt. I'll tell you how bad I hated the bastards: I had clap three months, and I knew I had it, but I made as many of those cocksuckers suffer as I could, by giving it to them. I hope their balls rotted off!
"So when I arrived at Glenhaven, I was like an animal that had been unwanted, beaten, on the run. I was suspicious of everyone, man or woman, and at first I wouldn't even talk to any of the older women. I hated all sorts of authority. I'd been messed up by older people, and then the cops took over, and these matrons had authority, so I automatically disliked and mistrusted them.
"I didn't make friends with any of the girls, either, because, for a while, I was just too emotionally tired and sexually disgusted to want to fool around with anybody. A couple of the older girls propositioned me, but I didn't want any part of them. They just smiled and told me that they could wait, because sooner or later I'd need something, and then I'd find out that the only way I could get it was to suck a cunt.
"It didn't bother me. Like I said, it was a novel pleasure for me to have clean clothes, a good bed, and regular meals, without having to hustle my ass for them, so I didn't feel bad at all. The place was sort of a shelter from all the pussy people I'd known all my life. I kept my nose clean, didn't give any sass, and I even enjoyed the school classes. I was sort of dumb, but I could read well, and I learned fast when I put my mind to it.
"I was a loner, and it was that that finally opened the door for me, the door to real love. It began when Louise, an older girl of seventeen, got a yen for me. She made her pitch, and I told her I wasn't interested and never would be. She kept after me, grabbing my ass, touching my pussy through my dress, sneaking up on me and putting her arms around me from the back and digging her fingers into my titties. I honestly didn't know what to do, because I was a little afraid of her. She was a ringleader of the smart ones, and if they wanted to make it tough for any girl, they could easily frame her. I heard of two girls in there, before I ever came, that had actually been held down and raped-if there is such a thing as lesbian rape. Anyhow, they were made to suck cunts and have their own sucked, dozens of times, When one of them squawked at last, she was beaten and kicked by at least four girls one night, and she couldn't identify any of them.
"So, I was a little scared to buck Lou too hard. She got pretty nasty one afternoon in the shower after gym class, when I slapped her hand away from my pussy. She said, 'I'm through being nice to you to get some of your ass, baby. From now on, I'm going to take it the hard way!'
"I thought about it for two days, and it must have really worried me. Miss G-, my English and math teacher, kept me after class and asked me what was bothering me. She said I'd been inattentive in classes, and my work wasn't up to par. She seemed honestly interested, and she put her arm around my shoulder and kissed my forehead, saying, 'You can tell me, Jill. If I can help, I will. That's what I'm here for.'
"I needed somebody worse than I'd thought, and all at once I began to cry. I blabbered out the problem. I told Miss G- that I didn't want anything to do with Lou, or any of those hard cases.
"Before I knew it, she was kissing my tears away, holding me in her arms, and I felt better. I felt I could trust her, that she really would help. And she proved it, right then and there. She had me hide in the supply closet, with the door left ajar, and summoned Lou to her classroom. When she got there, she was her usual belligerent self, but Miss G- put on another face entirely from the one I'd seen.
"She said to Lou: 'Lou, I won't fool around. I have heard that you're pushing and threatening to get Jill to have sex with you. Knock it off, or I'll make it so hard for you that you'll beg for a transfer. I can do it, you know, so let's not have any more of it. One word that you've threatened any girl, or approached any girl for sex, and you've had it! There are plenty of sluts here that want you. Confine your sex efforts to them. Now, get out!'
"When I came out of the closet, I was smiling. She was a friend, as she had said she was, and, furthermore, she had guts. She smiled back at me and I walked over and put my arms around her, kissing her on the cheek. I said, 'Thank you, Miss G-.' But when she moved her face slightly, so that the last part of my kiss touched her lips, I felt a strange new sensation rising inside my body. I enjoyed the shock of feeling her mouth close to mine! Before I could stop myself, I moved my lips closer to hers, opened them, and welcomed her tongue into my mouth. I actually jumped when I felt it probing around inside, playing with mine, darting deep, then withdrawing as she sucked my tongue into her mouth. Somehow, I didn't associate the feeling with sex, even though my pussy was beginning to get wet. It was more that someone was actually caressing me with some show of really caring about me, being gentle with me. I just wanted to stay that way, with her arms around me, feeling her body close to mine while she kissed me. I hadn't ever noticed her as a woman before. I had idly guessed she was about forty, and she was pleasant looking. But I could feel her small, firm breasts against mine, and my hands just went down around her fanny, and I pulled her pelvis in close to mine, so that our cunts were -lined up, pressing against each other.
"We just kissed and rubbed for a long time, and I found myself floating on air. I'd never felt like that before in my life, and, without my realizing it, I found myself telling her over and over, 'I love you, I love you so much.'
"She pushed me away and kissed my eyes. 'Later, darling,' she promised. I'll send for you after dinner, and we'll love each other the right way, all night.'
"I could hardly eat, I was so dazzled by her kisses and caresses. I tried to analyze my own feelings about going all the way with her, and I could only think how wonderful it just had to be, because I loved her!
"The dorm matron called me to her office and told me that Miss G- wanted me excused for the evening. I guess she knew what we were planning, because she smiled knowingly when she made out an overnight pass in my name.
"Miss G- was waiting for me in her car. When I climbed in, she kissed me, and I could feel the excitement begin to build inside me. On the way to her apartment we hardly said anything, but there was a close feeling that I had never known. When we got there, she took my coat, then went to the dinette table and lit two candles. She poured two glasses of wine and gave one to me, clinking her glass against mine and saying, 'Here's to a beautiful love, Jill my sweetheart.' I sipped at the wine, knowing that no amount of alcohol could intoxicate me like she was doing with her body, the soft lights, the feeling of love that was everywhere.
"We went into her bedroom and she undressed slowly while I just ate her up with my eyes. I couldn't understand the hunger in me to kiss her flesh, especially her lovely breasts and that dark patch of loveliness between her legs. Then she undressed me, kissing me teasingly as she took my clothes off. Her tongue played with my neck and ears, my throat, the nipples of. my breasts, and, at last, I felt her warm wet tongue licking at the lips of my cunt! I wanted to scream with joy, but she knew how excited and hungry I was, so she laid me-on the bed and flattened her body tight against mine. Her cunt was pressing upon mine, and with one hand she caressed the crack of my ass and my asshole, while with the other she reached down and began to shove a finger up inside my cunt. All the while, her kisses were hot, exciting, promising, and, eager. Her tongue played with mine and I dug my tongue as deep as I could into her lovely mouth, sucking her into me, wishing I could keep her that way forever.
"She finally broke the kiss and began to move down on my body. She kept murmuring soft sweet things as she kissed and sucked my breasts, like, 'You're so young and so lovely, such a sweet baby girl.' Her words thrilled me almost as much as her kisses and her roving hands. I could hardly wait until it was my turn, but she was slow and deliberate, making my pussy quiver with desire to feel her sucking it and licking it.
"When Lois-that was her first name-spread my thighs and licked and kissed them, working up into my slit, kissing, sucking, still saying wonderful words, I had an orgasm in the first half minute, and in the next three or four I must have had a dozen. It seemed that the satisfaction was pouring out of my clit, flooding my entire body. I forgot everything-all the bad things, all the men that had messed me up. All I felt was happiness in my heart and all over my body. Lois seemed to know every tiny spot that could bring a new thrill, and with her fingers, teeth, lips, and her whole body she took me to heaven.
"After I was almost fainting with exhaustion and gladness, she laid back and spread her legs wide. She massaged her beautiful breasts with her hands, asking me if I wanted to make love to her. I was trembling, but when I put my mouth on her breast and tickled the nipple with my tongue, everything fell into place. It was all right, I felt, to do anything she wanted. She seemed not to even be a woman or a lesbian, for in my mind she was my lover, I adored her and wanted to thrill her body as she had mine.
"I remembered all the things she had done with her hands and mouth, and I tried to copy her actions. She encouraged me ... with words of love, and when I had finally worked down to her cunt, I was eager to eat it. I began as she had, with my tongue flicking in, tickling her clit, making it pulsate and jump under my touch. She gave little groans of delight, and I raised her ass up and ran a finger inside her asshole while I nibbled her clit and sucked it into my mouth.
"She kept saying, I'm your first love ... your very first.' She really was, much more than even she knew. I had never felt this kind of an emotion for any person in the world, and having her sexually was something too wonderful for me ever to have even dreamed of.
"When she was ready to come, she raised herself up on her elbows and looked down at me, gobbling away at her wet sticky flesh, my mouth buried deep inside the lips of her pussy. She kept mumbling, 'I'm coming, darling. Make me come,' and I felt her clit bobbing like crazy, while she groaned and gasped with the pleasure of her orgasm. Even when she pushed me gently away, I didn't want to stop. I was too elated within my own body at the good feeling I had, being able to give her such pleasure. I was absolutely wild about her, and I remember thinking what a fool I'd been not to have turned to someone like her long ago.
"We spent half the night making love, and we ended in each other's arms, our lips together, our bodies sealed tightly against each other. When she woke me next morning with a kiss, I felt I was in a whole new world. I was loved, and I had someone to love?"
In a society where lesbianism seems on the rise, it is well that we try to understand the motivation that drives thousands of women from the marriage bed and into the arms of other women not only for sexual pleasures, but for emotional and psychological fulfillment as well. In-depth studies of prostitution reveals the startling fact that almost ninety percent of all prostitutes are man-hating lesbians! Most of them are psychologically incapable of enjoying sex with a male, and, for their own sexual needs, they must participate in lesbian sex. In a startling number of instances, call girls and prostitutes have told researchers that the old-time pimp has now been replaced by an older female, who keeps the house, provides for sexual needs, cooks, and who is entirely dependent upon the prostitute for support. Although not true pimps, in that they do no procuring or arranging of liaisons in the one important field-the filling of the private hours of these professional whores-the older lesbians is much more important than were the pimps.
We have heard how Jill had tried prostitution to support herself and stay free of an abusive uncle. Usually, a girl does not turn to lesbianism as early as Jill did, but the records are clear that one of the greatest breeding grounds for lesbianism (and male homosexuality) is our penal and corrective institutions. Psychologists have long claimed that if males or females are isolated from the other sex, homosexuality is the result. Experiments with animals have tended to verify their conclusions, and, recently, a rash of free-speaking homosexuals of both sexes have volunteered enlightenment that is unquestionably true.
That the generation sexual gap is bridged in such institutions is understandable, for the matrons and other authorities in charge have almost supreme power, and many of them exercise it as a sexual whip. Jill was not coerced by one in authority, but rather, driven by a lonely and frightening need for love.
Many lesbians have confessed that when they first began to have relations with another woman, they had no thoughts about sex. They, like Jill, merely hungered for some kindness and understanding.
Deep inside each human being lie buried certain mysteriously balanced hormones and genes, which determine the sex and the general characteristics of each sex. Emotional upheaval can cause a serious imbalance of these determining factors, and we usually have a display of overt homosexuality. Most medics and psychiatrists are in accord today that homosexuality is not inherited, nor is it a disease or a mistake of nature. It is almost always used as a defensive or protective measure.
As Jill picks up her account, we can see how typically she employs her homosexuality in both of these respects.
"After that night, life became sweet and worth living, even though I was technically a prisoner in the institute. As long as there was someone to care for me and someone I could trust and give some of the pent-up love to, I knew I could not only make it, but emerge from the place as a solid citizen. I knew definitely that I'd never again have to be degraded by men, and that if I ever had to have any dealings with them, it was going to cost them, the same as it had cost me, in shame and humiliation.
"There were a lot of glorious nights for Lois and me after that, and I did so well in school, and on my marks in behavior, that I became what would be called a 'trusty,' in a prison. I worked in the library, and this gave me a lot more privileges and freedom than most of the other girls. I spent almost every weekend with Lois, just making sweet love, seeing plays, learning to like good music and art, and the years went by quickly and happily. I really had a full life, and I had no other needs than those that Lois filled every day and night.
"When I approached my eighteenth birthday, I was informed by the head of the institution that I was recommended for discharge at age eighteen, and it was then that I knew a return of the fright I had brought to the place with me. I wondered what I would do without Lois's love and guidance. She was a gem. She knew that I would be all right, she said, and that I could always count on her to help if I ever needed help. She even suggested that I try to find a job in the nearby small city, where she lived, but I had a bad feeling about the people in the city knowing that I was one of the girls from 'that place' so I decided to make a complete change.
"Lois made me take five hundred dollars before I left. She called it a love gift, and although I wanted it to be a loan, she wouldn't hear of it.
"I came to Los Angeles. I had a vague idea that I might get work as a librarian, but I didn't know that they demand trained, educated librarians today, and before I hardly realized it, my money was almost gone. I had to take some quick stock of myself, what I had to offer, and what the chances were of my making it on my own. I tried not to get desperate.
"I had applied for a job at one of the movie studios, as .anything, and there had been a nice woman who had been at the desk. She had gray hair, a nice smile, and a pair of the nicest legs I'd ever seen in my life. But I remembered her attitude and her smile most of all. She had laid her hand on mine, when she had to tell me that there was no opening at that time that I could fill, and she had said, 'lloney, this is a tough business and a tough town. Don't get discouraged, but if it really does get too much, here-' She gave me a card with her name and address and phone number, and added, with a smile, 'Just call me at home.'
"I sensed that she was a lesbian, but I was so disheartened and blue at the time that I didn't pay too much attention. I was just so sure that I could make it without help, that I had put myself into a stew. And now, I knew I couldn't. I got out the card, and read her name: Clair C-. I dialed her number. When she answered she sounded as sweet, yet as strong, as she had looked when I had talked to her in person. She remembered my name instantly. I told her I was at about the end of my string and wondered if she could help me.
"Her voice got even softer as she said, 'Why don't you come over and we'll work something out, Jill, dear.' I couldn't help but think of Lois, and somehow I knew that I was going to be all right. And that made me feel better.
"When I arrived at her lovely apartment, it was like coming home. She was so feminine, so sweet and attentive, that I began to thrill to her very presence in the room. When I had seated myself, she brought me a martini, and history almost repeated itself when she raised her glass to mine and said, To us, to love, and the good life.'
"I told her the whole story, over two more martinis, and between the mellowing effect of the gin and vermouth and the almost sugary sweetness of Glair, I had never been more relaxed or receptive in my life. I guess I was pretty needful, too, because I made the first pass. She asked me if I wanted another drink, and I found the boldness to say, 'No, Clair, darling. I want the same thing you do-love.'
"She smiled and walked over and kissed me on the cheek. 'I knew that lonely look the second I saw you, Jill,' she said. I threw my arms around her neck and pulled her face close, my lips finding hers in a hot, demanding kiss. I was on fire for her mouth on my body. I knew she would be wonderfully sweet. She didn't disappoint me. She quickly took off her dressing gown, which she had put on over her panties and bra, and peeled off her brassiere and her panties. I could only stand and gape at her shape! She was built as youthfully as I was. She had marvelous breasts, pert, saucy, uptilted, and her nipples were already rigid. Her stomach was flat, her fanny nicely rounded, her thighs arid calves were absolutely beautiful, and the hair around her pussy was really blonde. Not gray-blonde. I had been sure that she dyed her hair, but I knew now that she had been a natural blonde, and that the dull golden sheen underneath the gray was hers. Women appreciate natural beauty more than men, and when I saw her nude alluring body, with its creamy skin, her beautiful eyes, I knew that before the night was through I would be hopelessly in love with Clair.
"She walked over, an amused smile on her face, and began to take off my clothes. I began to tingle to her every touch, and before she had fully undressed me my pussy was wet and hungry for her mouth. I wilted under her masterful hands and lips. Her lips were like fire as she covered my breasts, my stomach, and my thighs with kisses, sucking the flesh up into her mouth, biting me, exciting me, and making me want her to eat every inch of my flesh.
"I began to claw at her breasts and stomach, digging my nails in deep. I knew, somehow, that she was a violent lover, in spite of the warm, sweet exterior. I loved the way I made her gasp with anticipation and desire, and when she managed to get her mouth down on my cunt, she seemed to want to compensate for it with sweet, gently sucking kisses. She sucked my clit into her mouth, running her tongue over it, then gently nipped it with her teeth, bringing me closer to a come with every sucking bite.
"I came in a flurry of orgasms, little ones, big ones-wonderful ones. And I knew that I wanted to give her a return sex bout that would match the thrills she gave me. Strangely, I didn't feel that I was in love with her, not like I had been with Lois, but I was crazy about her way of loving, and I wanted to get her as excited as I was. I wanted to bite, to chew her clit, to shove my fingers deep inside her cunt. I couldn't wait. I just rolled her so that we were in a sixty-nine position. I was wild. I used my fingernails on her butt, my teeth on her clit, and my lips and tongue as far as I could reach inside her. We just rolled and writhed, making animal love, but driving each other to the very skies. We must have had five or six comes apiece before we stopped from sheer exhaustion. We laid there, feeling the fading electricity in our bodies and knowing that we had found each other.
"We showered, then sat and talked over more martinis. Clair was sure she could find me a job at the studios, but she wanted me not to work but just to live with her as her lover. She told me that she had been married to one of the biggest directors in Hollywood for more than eleven years, until his sadistic ideas had put her in the hospital for a serious operation. When she had been discharged, she found that he had gotten a Mexican divorce, settling a good sum on her, and she had accepted it. She told me that she had already decided while she was in the hospital that she would not go back to him or to any other man. She had been having a quiet lesbian affair with a well-known actress and, although she wasn't in love with her, had discovered that she got far more from female loving than she ever could from a man.
"She had banked the money and had managed to get the job she now held-through the good graces and efforts of the actress she'd been involved with. She was honest enough to tell me that she had 'helped' several younger girls get jobs. She insisted that it was different with me, and that for the first time she had really fallen in love with a woman. I moved in the next day, and she began to pull strings for me. I got a job as a script girl, then moved to the story analyst's department. And today I'm pretty high in that department.
"We live together, still, only now I pay my share, and have a feeling of confidence I never had before. I don't fool around. As long as Clair and I live together, I'll be her lover. But both of us are looking, because she has a streak of promiscuity in her. She needs change, just as I need permanence. Maybe it's something inside us that we can't help, or maybe it's because of our different backgrounds. It won't last much longer. We both know it, and we can't stop it. I think we truly love each other, but it's an insecure love.
"When we part, it won't be a nasty thing. I just couldn't ever be angry with Glair, she's meant too much to my life. But she's a wanderer. There are thousands of lesbians that are that way. One would think that, at her age, Clair would want to look for an anchor, but she just can't. I understand, in a way, and I wonder what I'll be like when I reach her age. I'm not really worried. I've kept my body in good condition and I always will. When I get a little older, I'll still have the kind of body that Clair has. And there will be young girls around who are ready and willing. I'm building up a good bank account, and when my turn comes to lend a helping hand to some young kid, alone, afraid, bewildered by this goofy world of men, I'll be there."
It becomes obvious, as we hear the testimonies of women who have turned to lesbianism, that their deepest motivation is simple need. How many of them might remain completely heterosexual, under different circumstances, is difficult to estimate. Yet, underlying each declaration of loneliness, one detects a wistful wish that, somewhere along the way, each girl might have found a man who loved them, who would be as kind and sweet as the lesbian lovers they eventually turn to.
In interviews with lesbians, for this book and for other articles, the writer finds that most of these girls tire quickly of the responsibility of providing for themselves-of being a lesbian lover in a man's world where they draw only scorn and bitterness, if they have the courage to bring their sexual tastes out into the open. There is an underlying wish that they be able to take their place in the world of heterosexuality, enjoying marriage, children, the everyday, humdrum, but deeply gratifying routine of housewife and mother.
Yet, it is not fair to generalize, for on the other side of the female street, we see the militant, very vocal members of the Women's Liberation movement, making demands that would almost eliminate the male from their lives. As long as this uneasy war continues, psychologists feel that lesbianism will increase. And, with all the hard-core, avowed lesbians who are now approaching their middle years, it is highly likely that the so-called sexual generation gap will continue to be bridged by the alder women.
Divorce, experts state, has a definite effect on this situation, for the younger women are cast adrift, ill-equipped to earn a living, directly into the world of the older lesbian-who is often also a divorcee, but with means provided for her, either by divorce settlement or by her own efforts in the world of business that is now wide open for the ambitious woman.
Whatever the reasons, whatever the future developments bring, at this writing, in the world of the lesbian, there is no sexual generation gap.
CHAPTER FIVE: THE PERFECT YEARS
"Between the years of fifteen and twenty-two, I spanned that bridge a thousand times, I'd guess-and I mean both ways: with younger and older. And I've talked with a lot of other guys at our college bull sessions, and I think I'm about average.
"I don't really think there is any 'gap,' when you get into the sex field. Hell, they all want it, the young kids that still play with themselves, and the older broads who either aren't getting enough from their husbands, or have a few doubts as to whether they've still got what it takes to really turn a young guy on. You know, they look around them and they see all the young stuff showing their asses in mini-skirts, and they wonder if they could take a young guy away from the sexy, eager and able young chick he'd dating.
"But there's a side to this 'bridging the sexual generation gap' that most people don't even know exists: the real youngies, the kids from nine to thirteen that are getting into the sex act every day-and with guys that are a lot older than they are.
"With me, it started funny-sort of in reverse. I mean, I started to screw Jennifer's old lady first, then I got into Jennie's slot. But let me start at the beginning.
"When my dad died-I don't even remember my mother ... she died when I was two, and I grew up in the home of my dad's first cousin. Her name was Sue, and her husband's name was Corley. And from the time I could remember, all they did was fight. He drank a lot. So did my dad. Anyhow, when my dad died in a car accident, I just lived with my cousins. I wasn't quite fifteen when dad died, but I was big for my age. I was already five ten, and if I hadn't had a baby face, I could have passed for eighteen or so.
"My second cousin, Sue, was thirty-three then, and her daughter, Jennifer, was nine. That was the setup. I felt something building inside me for Sue when I was about thirteen. And she went out of her way to give me the full treatment. A lot of little ways. Like, she would ask me to help her put on her galoshes when she was going out in the snow, and when I would kneel down in front of her, she would cock her leg up high so I could get a good look at her crotch. A few times, she made sure she wasn't wearing any panties. I would take a good look, and when I would look up at her, I'd find her staring hard at me with a funny smile. When I'd stand up, she would stare at my crotch, and I know she saw the bulge there that my cock made, a lot of times.
"She would ask me to help with things around the house, and when we would be working away, like doing the dishes, she would rub up against me, pushing those nice, round titties up against me-and she seldom wore a bra. Sometimes, when I'd finish, she would put her arms around me and push her cunt up close, and give me a kiss. She'd say something like, 'You're a good boy, Dale,' but the real message she was sending came from her cunt and her tits.
"Sue kept getting me hotter and hotter, and I decided to test her out and see how far she wanted to go with the game. So the next time she kissed me, I kissed her back, shoving my tongue into her mouth. She jumped, and sucked it into her mouth deep, rolling her hips around and rubbing against my cock until it was standing up hard and proud. Before we broke the kiss, she ran her hand down and felt it. We were both a little embarrassed, but we both knew that sooner or later, we had to fuck.
"The first time it happened, she had asked me to rub her feet. She said they hurt from being on the concrete floor of the basement while she was doing the washing. So I knelt down and rubbed her feet, and she leaned back in the chair and bent her knees, letting her dress hike way up and giving me a good look at her wide-open snatch. I kept rubbing her feet, one at a time, and my cock was almost busting out of my pants, seeing the lips of her pussy move as she changed position, and being able to look inside it at the shiny, wet reddish-brown flaps of skin that hung out a little. I began to rub her calf, then her thigh, and in a minute or two, I was rubbing her thigh up high, so that at the end of the stroke, my fingers would touch her pussy lips.
"Sue began to breathe hard, and make little moaning sounds of pleasure. She said, 'That feels so good, Dale, honey. Don't stop.' So I just didn't pretend I was giving her a foot rub. I just played with her cunt, running my fingers in and out, spreading the lips, taking little pulls at her pubic hair, getting my cock so hard it was hurting me, I needed relief so bad. Sue moaned, 'Oh, God, Dale, I've got to have it ... something ... anything.' We were alone in the house. Jennifer was out playing somewhere, and Corley was at work, and this was it!
"Sue got up and I stood up, just waiting for her to tell me what she wanted done. I had had screws from girls at school-my first when I was thirteen, and I guess I had fucked a dozen girls in the past couple of years since then. But they were always the 'hurry-up' kind, with me scared of being caught by a father or a brother, and the girls scared silly of being discovered, or getting pregnant.
"Sue ran her hand up and down my prick, and said, 'Let's go up to the bedroom,' We walked upstairs and when we got in the bedroom, she scrambled onto the bed and hiked her dress up around her hips, her legs spread wide, her wet, hungry cunt spread wide open.
"I peeled off my pants and shorts, and Sue just opened her eyes wide when she saw the size of my prick. I guess it was a good six inches long when it was hard, and she gasped, with a wicked grin, 'You aren't such a boy at that, Dale.' I climbed on her, and slid my cock inside her cunt lips quickly. It slipped in easily, she was so wet inside. She moaned as I began to slide it in and out, rubbing against her clit with each stroke. She raised her legs and wrapped them around my waist, and she began to use the muscles inside her pussy so that they seemed to draw my prick into her. She put her arms around my neck and we began to tongue-kiss. She was pumping her ass hard, using her heels to pull me down harder on her, and in a minute or less she began to thrash around and squeal, biting my tongue and lips, bucking and rearing and rolling her ass like a wild horse.
"I had never thought that a woman would be that wild over fucking, and I came when I felt her clit bobbing up and down. It stopped after I ceased shooting into her cunt. But she wasn't about to stop. She just went on sucking my tongue, nipping it with her teeth, and she rolled her hips around, using those muscles inside her pussy to make me have a quick return of my hard on. Then we went at it again. The second go-round, I know she must have had three or four orgasms, by the way her clit was jumping, and it took me a little longer to have my second come. But when I did, she was still gasping and moaning and moving her ass and lower body.
"I began to go soft, and she rolled me off her, my dick falling out limply, and before I knew what she was going to do, she had my slimy prick in her mouth and was sucking it deep into her mouth. I'd never had my cock sucked before, and she really knew how to do it. I had a good, big hard on in a half a minute, and I propped myself up on my elbows and watched it sinking deep into her mouth, in and out, and she held the very bottom of the shaft in one hand and massaged my balls with the other. I couldn't hold back. I just let go, shoving my ass up to try to get my cock deeper into her throat. She never batted an eye. She just kept on sucking and rubbing, draining every last drop of come from my prick, and she continued sucking until it was hard once more! Then Sue slid up beside me and we laid on our sides and she put my cock back inside her cunt, cocked one leg up high, and I pumped away again, until we both came at about the same time.
"We heard Jennifer come into the kitchen, so she jumped up and I grabbed my pants and fumbled my way into them. She grabbed me for one big, wet tonguing kiss, and I headed for my room. She called out that she was in the bathroom, and she'd be right down, and Jennifer never had any idea what we'd been doing. She was nine, nearly ten, and I knew that she knew what sex was about, because I watched her fingering her pussy a couple of times. I had given her a couple of goosings, but never really played with her cunt.
"I went to my room and locked the door and took my cock out and jerked off! I had to, believe it or not, just remembering how Sue had been, the way she could use that cunt and move her ass around. It was silly, I suppose, now that we had broken the ice, because there was bound to be a lot more of the same, and even some different ways we would be fucking and sucking. I wondered what her cunt would taste like. I had never sucked one, because the girls that I had fucked all had such stinkholes that I knew I didn't want to put my tongue inside them. But Sue was different. Her body always did smell good, and she was forever taking baths, so I figured that her cunt must smell nice, too.
"Corley I wasn't worried about, because he was working all the time. He was an auto mechanic, and he worked a lot of overtime. Then he always stopped off to have a few drinks after work, and days would go by when we would never even see each other at home. I guessed that Sue and him didn't have much sex, and after I found out how hot she was in bed, I was sure that he wasn't giving her much-or not enough, at least.
"But Corley was home that night, and I felt a little guilty at the supper table. He was always nice enough to me, and my dad had left a pretty good amount of insurance money, so I was no charity case. Still, it bothered me a little looking him right in the eye after fucking his wife and having her suck me off, that afternoon.
"Next morning, after Sue had fixed Corley's breakfast and seen him off to work, she came into my bedroom. I didn't have to be up for another half hour, but when I felt her crawl into bed with me, naked-she had dropped her robe on the floor-I was wide awake. I had a hard on in a minute. I reached out and felt her tits, and they were nice. Soft and round, but the nipples were hard and erect, and I crawled down a little and began to suck them and nibble on them, using my hand on one and my mouth on the other. I concentrated on them.
"Sue began to writhe and roll around, gasping, 'Oh, Dale ... you're so wonderful ... so good.' I just kept on moving my mouth down. I'd fallen asleep thinking about her and about how lucky I was to be living there where I could have all that delicious fucking I wanted, with no problems. I spread her legs and moved up between her thighs with my mouth. I kissed and sucked the soft flesh of her inner thighs, and as I got close to her cunt, I was happy to discover that it did smell good! There was a soft, perfumy odor to it, and I spread her cunt lips and began to tickle her clit with the tip of my tongue. It drove her into a frenzy of rolling and gasping, and I attached my lips to it and sucked it into my mouth, rubbing it with my tongue and teeth while I sucked on it.
"She raised her ass so I could get more of her pussy into my mouth, and began to rub it up and down on my mouth. In a half minute, it seemed, I felt her clit begin to throb wildly, and she reached down and held my head close to her crotch while she had a wild, long-lasting come. I thought she'd smother me. Then she was so excited and hot that she wanted my cock. She unclasped her hands from around my neck and loosened my mouth from where it was buried in the hair and the soft wet flesh of her cunt, and she pulled me up on top of her.
"She held my face in her hands, looked right into my eyes and said, 'Dale, lover, I love you, every bit of you. I've never been so thrilled as with you. I know it sounds odd, but I love you. I'm crazy about you!' I wondered if maybe I was falling in love with her, because I sure wanted to fuck her. Not only right then, but a million more times, if I could. I kissed her mouth and said, 'I love you too, Sue,' and by then, she was reaching down and inserting my hard cock into her cunt. 'Hurry, this time, honey,' she said softly, 'before Jen wakes up.'
"It was fast, but it was good. I wished we could have just stayed in bed all days, sucking and fucking-and I wanted more of her suck jobs. I'd never felt as wonderful in my life as when I could look down and watch her eat it hungrily and feel her wet, warm mouth sucking it deep into her.
"When we had finished, she jumped out of bed, slipped on her robe and woke Jen. Then she went downstairs and fixed breakfast for us. I was lying there, just day-dreaming, and I watched Jen walk into the bathroom, rubbing her eyes. I could see clear into the bathroom from my bed, and she didn't shut the door. She pulled down the bottoms of her pajamas and sat on the seat, and I got a good look at her little cunt. She made a lot of noise pissing, and when she reached for some toilet paper to wipe her pussy, she saw me watching her. At first, she looked angry, but then she just stood up, facing me, and took off her pajama bottom and top, staring at me as if to ask, 'Didn't you ever see a cunt before, stupid?'
"I felt like going in and shoving my finger up inside it to really shake her up, or better still, my tongue. But just then Sue called that we'd both better get a move on or we'd be late for school. But I did give Jen a little tingle, I climbed out of bed and I still had a pretty good bone on, and I stood there, my hands on my hips, my dink jutting out like a flagpole. I watched her eyes get big as she stared at it, and then she shut the door and I could hear her washing and brushing her teeth.
"At the breakfast table, Jen looked up suddenly and stuck her tongue out at me, but I just laughed, wondering what the little cunt would think if she knew what her mother and I were up to.
"After that, Sue and I just couldn't keep our hands off each other. Even when Jen or Corley was around, if we passed each other and they couldn't see, we would give one another a good feel, or a quick tongue kiss. She would almost always whisper, or mouth the words silently, 'I love you.' It worked out real good for us, doing it in the morning after Corley had gone to work, and while Jen was still asleep. And, once in a while, when Jen was off somewhere in the afternoon, Sue and I would have a real go at it.
"Sue was really hot and hungry, and I wondered about her and Corley in bed. She finally told me. They had had to get married, and although she loved him, and had wanted the baby, he had turned sour on the whole idea. He didn't want Jen, and he didn't want to be married. He was a sort of a dumb character. He knew cars inside and out or upside down, but outside of that, drinking and fishing were the only things he liked to do. She said he would come home about once every two weeks, roll her over, fuck her, be through in two minutes, and that was that. No kisses, no talk, no nothing-just a fuck. Sue thought that he might be getting his ass from a waitress at the cocktail lounge he hung out at, but she said she wasn't sure because she had never cared enough to check up on him.
"We hit it off so good on our morning fuck sessions that we got a little careless. Neither of us knew it at the time, but Jen had caught on to what we were doing, and had watched us in bed a lot of times-either in my room or in Sue's. It was funny, the way the little shit used the knowledge she had. You know what she did? She blackmailed me into fucking around with her! How about that?"
So much emphasis has been placed on the sexuality of the young teenage girl, that many tend to overlook the sex potential and drive of the young boy. Medical men and psychiatrists agree that the peak years of the male's sex drive and capabilities are between the ages of, roughly, sixteen to twenty-two, with the greatest urges being felt from seventeen to twenty.
But studies have also shown that many young boys of from thirteen to sixteen have had some incredible sex experiences, and in almost all cases, it has been with much older women. Further, such studies have shown that in this age bracket, most young boys are wide open to sexual arousal from both ends of the age spectrum-from the young girls and from the older women. Quite naturally, the older woman has the advantage, for she knows the power of sexual arousal and is often skilled in the various methods by which the male, of whatever age, can be aroused and usually seduced.
The circumstances in Dale's case are not unusual. It is surprising how many cases of such old-young relationships involve relatives, usually much more closely related than wert Dale and his second cousin, Sue, and his third cousin (which is outside the limits of the law's definition of incestuous relationships in most states), Jennifer.
This can be a tricky setup: a young, capable boy, a frustrated, sexually needful older woman, and a girl who feels somewhat unwanted, and seeks attention as well as some answers to the first budding desires of her sexual nature.
Dale was at an age where he had known sex in a raw, unsatisfactory way, as he himself recognized. He was in close proximity to a woman who had begun to need sex, and more important, who had begun to wonder if she still had any womanly attraction. Her husband was interested in her sexually only as an outlet for his sexual tensions. There was no romantic involvement left (if there ever had been). Close at hand was a young, virile, attractive male upon whom she might perform an experiment in seduction. When he responded, she found that she had a tiger by the tail, and that her cousin was not the 'mere boy' she had thought him to be, nor could he be used merely as a pleasant diversion once he had gratified her sexually.
On Dale's part, his ego was swelled, and his highly sensuous nature achieved fulfillment in his sex relations with a woman who was eighteen years older than he.
At the peak of his sexual play, he faced the challenge that all males feel at the sight of a young female on the prowl. Added to this, as he tells us, was the threat posed to his and to Sue's security, from Jennifer's knowledge of his bed-play with her mother. Let us hear what resulted, in Dale's own words.
"Sue and Corley went to a movie one night, and I was there with Jen. I was supposed to be a baby-sitter, in a way, because they had gone to an X-rated movie and we weren't allowed in. She wanted to watch some silly program on TV that I couldn't care less about, so while she was sprawled on the couch, I did some homework in my room. I didn't pay much attention to what she was doing, though I heard her come upstairs a couple of times.
"I finished my stuff after about an hour, and wandered downstairs. There she was, lying on the couch without a stitch on, her legs spread wide open, shoving her finger up her cunt. And she wasn't putting me on, either. She was panting, her face flushed, and her little ass jumped up and down to help her with her fingering job!
"She must have heard me come down the stairs, because they creaked badly, and the TV was turned down low. But even when I walked in and she saw me, she didn't stop. She just kept on with her finger-fucking as if I were a mile away. I remember that at the moment I wondered if a little kid like that dreamed about some boy when she was playing with herself.
"I walked over beside the couch and looked down at her. She looked up at me and gave me the tongue-out bit! She did stop sticking her finger in her pussy, and when she took it out, I could see that it was all pink and wet and shiny, and I began to really get horny! It looked so soft and fresh and good, I suddenly wanted to get down and tongue it! But I didn't. I was too afraid. After all, I knew that a cunt that tiny couldn't take a dick like mine, and I knew if I licked her pussy, I'd end up wanting to stick my cock in, or maybe want her to suck my prick, and if she gave me a bad time, I could really be in the soup.
"She spread her legs a little wider, so I could really see that tender pussy, with the little knob peeking out from behind her pussy lips, and I almost drooled. But Jen didn't leave me any choice. She propped herself on her elbows and grinned up at me like a cat with a crippled mouse. 'Is it as pretty as Mama's?' she asked. I almost hit her, without thinking. The little sneak had been watching Sue and I fucking and sucking! I felt my hard on going down, as panic set in. What would I do if she told her father? I was even more worried about what Corley might do to Sue, than what would happen to me.
"I stammered, 'What the hell are you talking about, you little creep?' I thought I had better get her on the defensive, before she got too out of line, so I went on, 'And what the hell is the idea of always trying to have me see you without any clothes on, or you sneaking up and looking at me when I'm undressed?'
"She, just grinned at me, real confidently, and spread her legs a little wider. 'You want to suck it, Dale?' Jen said, mockingly, staring me down. 'Like you do my mother's?' The more she talked, the more she squirmed, opening the lips of her cunt wider with every move. I could even see her little pinkish-brown asshole, and my cock began to really bounce back up, hard and hungry for some of this snotty little bitch's pussy ... or mouth ... and in the back of my mind, I wondered if it would hurt her too much if I shoved it up her cute little asshole.
"I said, 'Are you out of your mind? Suck that thing? Go on, finger-fuck yourself for about ten more years, and then maybe I'll give you a try.' I was trying to bluff my way out of it, because I really was getting scared, although I knew that Corley and Sue wouldn't be home for at least another three hours.
"'Come on, Dale,' Jan teased. 'Suck it. If you will, I'll suck yours. If you don't ... well ... ' She let her voice trail off, but I knew what she was threatening. The little cunt was getting me hornier all the time, but she was scaring the hell out of me, too.
"I made one last effort to bluff her. I said 'You wouldn't know what to do with a good stiff prick. You're just a little shit!'
"She sat up and pointed toward my fly. 'Take it out, and I'll show you!' she taunted. All at once, I got mad. I unbuckled my belt, slid my pants and shorts down in one movement, and stood there with my hard cock sticking out straight!
"Jan reached out a hand and grabbed it, and before I could even draw away, she had put her mouth around the head of it and was sucking it. She wasn't too good at it, but she sure was willing. And it felt good. In her eagerness, she was using her teeth pretty hard, scraping the tender flesh of my prick with every movement of her mouth on it. I knew I wasn't going to be able to stop myself from shooting into her mouth, and in a way, I didn't want to. I looked down, and there she was, bobbing her blonde head up and down, swallowing almost as much of my cock as her mother did. Her legs were as wide open as before, and she had gone back to finger-fucking herself!
"I began to see that this little shit of a kid was as hot as her mother, and I thought to myself, why not? If the dumb little cunt wants to be sucked off, or masturbated, I might as well do it before some slobbery old man gets a hold of her, or some of the dumb kids in her school. So, I just moved in and grabbed her hair and rammed my cock into her mouth as hard and fast and deep as I could! She took it all, gulping and gagging a little, but she didn't even take her finger out of her cunt!
"When I shot my wad into her mouth, I though it would scare her, so I just talked real fast, panting out the words: I'm going to shoot some juice into your mouth, Jennie, but don't get scared ... just swallow it, or hold it and spit it out later!' And then I shot. She just hung on, swallowing it as fast as she could, but she did have to take her finger out of her pussy, and she grabbed my prick with both hands, struggling not to gag or choke, until she had drained every damned drop of it down her throat!
"And was I ever hot to get at her cunt. I just pushed her back down, so her ass was partly off the couch, and I knelt on my knees beside her, placing one of her legs up on my shoulder, spreading her legs wide, and I went after that fresh, virgin cunt with all the desire I've ever felt for any girl! And she loved it. She moved her ass in counterstrokes with my tongue as it went in and out of her little tight slot, shoving her clit against it as hard as she could, panting and making little crying noises when she began to feel the old 'come' taking over. I was so goddamned hot that I almost came too. She ended up with a big gush of air, her cunt shoved up tight against my mouth, and then she collapsed, all soft and sweaty. I was afraid she had fainted, but she smiled at me and said, 'Do it again, Dale.'
"The little shit was as horny as Sue was. I wanted to shove my cock into that pink, wet slit so bad. Instead, I just climbed on the couch, straddling her face, upside down, and I began to suck her pussy, nibbling her clit, sticking one finger up inside her cunt and a finger of my other hand up her asshole. Sue liked that asshole bit, and from the way Jen jumped around, I could tell she liked it just as much. I knew she would take my cock into her mouth, and she didn't wait too long, either. She made slurping, gurgling noises as she gobbled my cock, and I guess I was making some pretty weird sounds, too, as I tried to touch the very bottom of her ten-year-old cunt with the tip of my tongue! I was amazed at how much she reacted to it like her mother did, and I began to nibble her clit, while I shoved a finger up her asshole and another deep into her hot, wet, throbbing little cunt!
"I felt it begin to bob up and down real fast, just like Sue's did when I licked and sucked it, and I wondered if maybe I really could get my cock inside that nice warm, sweet pussy, and fuck her good, without hurting her. She was really going to town, and I wouldn't have wanted to hurt her for anything, but she was still a hot little cunt, and I wanted to fuck her the regular way.
"When I felt her clit stop bobbing, I let up, just tickling it with my tongue, but she really went to town on my cock. She wasn't afraid this time, and she took it so far down I was afraid she'd choke, but I just let go and shot another load of come down her throat, and she swallowed all of it, like an old pro. She even licked the peehole with her tongue, cleaning out the last tiny speck of it. I crawled off and stood up, looking down at her. She was looking up at me with the same damned look that Sue always had-as if she was nuts about me. And to make it worse, she told me she loved me.
"She reached out and grabbed me by my flabby cock and pulled me over. I sat down beside her, my hands almost automatically going to her tits. I guess I was even a little shocked to find them flat, with hard little nipples that weren't as big as mine! She reached up her arms and pulled my head down and shoved her tongue deep into my mouth, reaching between my legs and jerking at my cock as hard as she could! And did she turn me on. I never wanted to fuck any female so bad in my life.
"Jen stopped sucking my tongue long enough to give me another shock! Tut your cock in me,' she said, coaxing me with her hands, her body, her hot flesh and her pretty blue eyes. I swear, she was as sexy and alluring as Sue had ever been, and I ached in my balls, wanting to give her the biggest fucking I could!
"Instead, I pulled away and said, 'I can't, Jennie ... It would hurt you. I'll kiss your cunt again.'
"She sounded angry when she argued with me. 'No, I want you to stick it in me-hard, like you do to mom.'
"I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down on the couch hard. 'I want you to stop that kind of shit,' I yelled. 'You dumb little cunt, you could get us all in so much trouble. You scare the shit out of me!'
"She snapped out of it, and she grinned at me. 'I wouldn't say anything, Dale, you know that. Not-not if we can do this sometimes!' And it wasn't hard for me to promise her that we would. I just leaned down and kissed her, and I stuck my tongue deep into her mouth, swapping spits, sucking it into my mouth, so relieved that I could get off the hook that easy.
"I put her into bed that night, and I kissed her pussy real gently, then ran my tongue up her body until I found her lips, and I tongue-kissed her. I left her all giggly, and I left the door to her room open, while I went into the bathroom. I took a good crap, and when I came out of the bathroom, I peeked into her room, and there she was, finger-fucking herself, half asleep, a big, innocent, little-girl smile on her face!
"I watched TV until Corley and Sue came home, and in a way, I felt as guilty, facing Sue, as I had facing Corley after I'd first fucked his wife. But I knew there was no way that she could find out, because that hot little Jennie wasn't about to spoil her own chances for some more cunt-fun with me, by squawking to anybody. Besides, she was smart enough to know that she would be in the soup along with me, if she peeped a word.
"The next morning, Sue came into my room extra early, and I was glad, because I was a little leery now that I knew that Jen had been spying on us. When she crawled in beside me, naked, she went down on my cock as if she were starving for it, and I got good and hard right away. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, remembering how Jen had sucked me off the night before, and I guess I was comparing them, mother and daughter, as cocksuckers.
"But Sue didn't finish me off. She stopped when she had me good and hard and climbed up beside me. She shoved her tongue into my mouth and mumbled, 'Fuck me like you never did before, honey. Fuck me hard, hard, hard!' Something seemed to be bothering her, and I just climbed on top, inserted my cock in that love-box and slammed away. She locked her legs around me and gobbled my tongue to its roots, while she made those cunt muscles of hers dance around my cock! She came real quick, and by the time I'd come once, she had had two or three, and then she just laid there, kissing me, her legs still around me, her cunt muscles flowing slowly over my semi-stiff prick. 'That dumb ass,' Sue said. 'lle pawed me all over last night and got me worked up, then he shoved it in and had his kicks inside a half a minute and rolled off and went to sleep. He didn't even say good night to me. You just don't know how close I came to crawling in with you, I wanted your cock so bad. I needed it.'
"I was a little nervous about Jen, and I moved off her body and she crawled out of bed, standing there studying me. She asked, 'What's the matter, Dale, darling? Did I upset you, telling you that about Corley?' I shook my head and began to wipe my cock off with a handkerchief. She shook her head as if puzzled, and went into the bathroom. Something had been bothering me, but I didn't quite know how to tell her. I kept remembering how nice and inviting that cute little asshole of Jen's had looked last night, and I wanted to stick my cock up Sue's. I wanted to find out what it was like.
"I'd heard a lot of jokes at school about 'corn-holing,' but I hadn't paid any attention, because they were always talking about one guy ass-fucking another guy, and I didn't want any part of that shit! But I wondered if it wouldn't feel different, doing that to a woman or even a girl. I decided that if I couldn't get up enough nerve to ask Sue to let me ass-fuck her, I'd put the pressure on Jen, if she pestered me again to suck her pussy or finger-fuck her.
"Jennifer had to go to a Campfire Girls' meeting after school that day, and when I got home, Sue was almost as hot to get into bed as she had been that morning. My cock was almost sore from all the fucking and jerking off I'd been doing, but when I saw her waiting there, with her nipples all hard, her legs spread wide open, her knees up, when I walked into my bedroom, I felt the old prong begin to harden again. I stopped and took a closer look at Sue's crotch. I could barely glimpse her asshole, but it looked inviting. It too, was pinkish brown-a little darker than Jen's had been-but it looked tight and interesting.
"I peeled off my clothes and got in beside her. I began to suck her tits, running my hand into her slit and playing with her clit, and she was gasping and moaning in a couple of minutes. Suddenly, I let my finger slide out of her cunt and I began to run it around her asshole. She kept on moving her ass, and I got braver and began to shove my finger in and out of her asshole, sucking on her titty as hard as I could, teasing the nipple with my teeth.
"She didn't seem to mind at all, so I finally stopped sucking her breast and moved my mouth up to hers and gave her a long, deep-tongued kiss. 'Do you really love me, Sue?' I asked.
"She grabbed my face in both hands and kissed me a dozen times. 'Love you? I'm nuts about you!' she assured me.
"I took a deep breath and asked, 'Would you let me do anything I wanted to with you?'
"She gave me the answer I wanted to hear. She gasped, 'Anything, Dale, darling ... anything!'
"I said, 'Honey, I want to ... to fuck you in the ass!' She stiffened a little, but then she turned her face to me and smiled. 'Is that all? Silly ... what are you waiting for?'
"She rolled away and got up on her hands and knees, and I got behind her. Looking at that pink and brown opening, with the tiny hairs near it, I almost went ape. I remember wondering if I was turning queer, because I seemed to have a bigger hard on than I ever had just fooling around Sue's cunt, or any of the other girls', for that matter.
"I moved in close and began to rub the head of my cock around in a circle, letting the end of it begin to go in. It didn't slide in at all, and Sue said, 'Slip it into my pussy, honey, and get it sleek and wet, so it will go in easier.' I lowered myself a little and slid it into her pussy from the back, and in a couple of seconds, it was slippery from her cunt juice, and I pulled it out and began slowly to push it into her asshole. Sue grunted a little as it began to slip in, and when it was an inch or so inside her asshole, I straightened up and put my hands on her hips, and she began to rock back and forth, rolling her hips to help it slip in better.
"I was really blowing my cork, being able to look down and see the round globes of her ass around my prick and my pole sliding in and out of her brown eye. I knew I was going to come in a hurry. I just jammed it in as hard and as deep as it would go, moving my own ass in and out in a frenzy, and the tight little muscles or walls of her shit chute seemed to be squeezing and massaging every inch of my prick, driving me wild. It was a new sensation, and one of the most exciting I had ever felt.
"I shot into her ass and she collapsed on her face, my cock still going in and out of her asshole. We lay there for a few minutes, and she said, 'Was that good, baby? You can do it anytime you want,' I told her it was the greatest, and I made up my mind then and there that I was going to add that to our list of fucking positions and use it often. I think I also had it in the back of my mind that I wanted to try in on Jen's cute little rear box, the first chance I got. I figured that if it was that tight getting into Sue's asshole, I'd better use some kind of grease on Jennifer's ass, or I'd split it open or else break my cock off trying to jam it in.
"Sue and I finished the afternoon with some regular fucking, after she washed all the shit and slime off my prick, and I was so damned pooped that I slept until suppertime, and then went to bed at 8 o'clock-something I hadn't done since I was a little kid. I was exhausted, but I couldn't get the memory of Sue's asshole out of my mind. I jerked off and, toward the end when I was coming, my thoughts suddenly switched, and in my fantasy I was shooting my load up Jen's tight little ass slot instead of up Sue's.
"For the next few days, Jen was like a little bitch in heat. She would grab for my cock when she passed me, or she would sit with her legs apart, and no panties on, making sure I got a good look. She even tried the 'bathroom' thing a couple of times, going in naked, leaving the door open, and whispering to me to come and kiss her cunt.
"But I wasn't taking any chances. When I tried to shove it up her ass, I wanted to be alone, because I was afraid it might hurt her and make her yell. I played the game with her, though. I ran into the bathroom one morning, bent down, shoved my tongue into her slot a couple of times, then ran back to my room. She started to follow me, but I shut and locked the door. I laughed and hollered through the door, 'Don't get hot pants, Jen, baby. You'll be getting some more soon.'
"We got our chance when Sue and Corley went to a party the next Saturday night. I told Corley I'd take Jennifer to a show, and then we'd come right home and be in bed pretty early. It was a Walt Disney movie, and Jen had wanted to see it, but I guess she had the same idea I did, because we started out for the movie, walking, and she hemmed arid hawed a little, then said. 'Why don't we skip the movie and go back to the house after a while and, uh-you know watch TV.' I teased her a little. I said, 'I thought you wanted to see that movie so bad.' But she just stuck her tongue out, and I slapped her on her little round ass, thinking how much fun I was going to have with it, later on.
"We had some ice-cream sundaes and killed about forty-five minutes, then headed back home. Sue and Corley were gone when we got there, and that little hot pants didn't waste any time. She ran upstairs to the bathroom, stripped, ran water in the tub, and hollered down, 'Why don't you give me a bath, Dale?'
"We had a lot of time to fool, so I went up and played around with her, filling her cunt full of soapsuds, running my fingers up inside it, tickling her asshole, kissing her with tongue jobs. When I finished toweling her off, with a lot of extra patting on her pussy and asshole, she was as hot as a little firecracker-and to tell you the truth, so was I.
"I took her into my bedroom, and I stripped. I already had a hard on, just looking at her lying there on her back, her eyes hot and bright as she watched me undress, her legs spread wide, showing me that wet, shiny, hot little cunt!
"I wanted really to get her worked up, so I went down on her pussy, using my tongue and lips and teeth deliberately slowly. I wanted her to be practically begging me to do it when I shoved my prick up her pretty shit slot. I had taken some of Sue's cold cream out of the bathroom. I intended to use that on Jen's ass and my prick.
"Jen had a quick come, and then she wanted to suck my cock. I- thought I'd stop her before I came, but she was too excited; she did too good a job of taking almost all of it in her mouth and sucking and licking it, and I shot a good load into her mouth.
"After a while-we were just lying there, playing with each other's genitals, kissing mouth kisses-when I asked her if we could try something different. She said, 'Sure, if it's fun.'
"I rolled her over, spread her legs, got down, and began to shove my tongue up her asshole. She squealed and squirmed and giggled, and I reached for the cold cream and rubbed it all around her asshole, shoving some of it up inside her with my finger. Then I put gobs of it on the head of my prick and told her to get up on her hands and knees. She was curious, but not scared. I told her I was going to fuck her 'dog-fashion.'
"I spread her ass cheeks with one hand, and with the other I guided the tip of my prick up into her asshole. She groaned, but it didn't seem to hurt her too much, because it slid in fairly easy, and inside a couple of pushes my cock was a good four or five inches up her ass! And was she ever tight and thrilling! God, I don't think it took me more than fifteen thrusts in and out before I shot a tremendous load up her ass!
"She took it real calm. I thought it would really hurt her, because of the tightness of her asshole and the big hard on that I had, but it didn't. She actually wanted me to put it in her pussy when I had finished! But I was scared. I began to see that my best and safest bet was with Sue. No matter what happened, Sue wouldn't yell to anyone-most of all, not to Corley. And I was scared of really splitting her little cunt wide open. I could just imagine her bleeding all over the place, and her mother finding out about what had happened. I didn't know what Sue would do.
"So, the rest of that night, we just sucked, played 'handsies,' and had a real ball. We had a talk about what she felt when I shoved my cock up her asshole, and she said she hadn't really felt any pain-just that it felt real full, like she had to take a big shit and couldn't.
"We went along like that for a lot of months me getting my real fucking and comes from Sue, and having a lot of fun with Jennifer.
"I got sort of stale on Sue when I started going around with Arlene, a girl at school. Looking back on it, I think I was just 'pussy-beat,' trying to fuck Arlene a couple of times a week, keep up with Sue, and take care of Jennifer, too.
"When Jen was twelve, I couldn't hold back any longer. And it wasn't only me, it was her. God, that kid kept at me-sucking me off, playing with my cock, teasing me all the time. To make it worse, for a while Jen started sneaking into my room nights, wanting to be sucked and fingered, and I was shaking in my boots many a night, with her in my bed, down on my cock, and her mother and father in a room a few feet away. She was as cock-crazy as I was cunt-nuts, and I really had to get nasty with her a few times to keep us from really getting in trouble.
"But when she turned twelve, she really blossomed out. She changed almost overnight from a skinny, smart-assed little girl to a shapely, sexy young woman.
"She began to menstruate, got hair under her arms and around her pussy, and one night we just had to get it over with. I was fooling around with her on the couch, and when I got down between her legs to suck her pussy, I almost did a double take. I guess it was there all along, but I hadn't noticed the hair that was growing around her cunt before. She was ripe and ready. She came right out and said, 'Listen, Dale, don't be a dummy. That kid stuff is over. If you don't want it, there are a couple of guys at school who do.'
"I wanted it all right. I'd had a hard time the past couple of months since her titties began to swell and round out-keeping my cock out of her pussy. But she was so good on the blow job, and with the ass-fucking, that I had been able to wait. Besides, Sue was as hot as ever, and we had to be a little more cautious, because of Corley's getting a little suspicious and because I had to tell Sue that I thought Jennifer was spying on us. Sue got pretty bold about it, and I had to slow her down.
"Anyhow, when I saw that pretty pussy, with the hair surrounding it-soft, blonde, pussy hair-I knew that the fooling was over. I just made a big production out of it. I sucked it, but I didn't let her come. I sucked and nibbled at her titties, and by the time I shoved my cock in that pussy-the first cock ever-Jen was moaning, begging me to finish her off, even before I had made a dozen in-and-out thrusts. She was really hopped up, and I guess it had been building inside her for months, because she sure didn't act like virgins are supposed to. She didn't bleed, and she didn't have even a tiny bit of pain, but maybe that was because of all the finger-fucking and clit-sucking and masturbating that she had had.
"I'm twenty-two now. I've got a good job and a nice place of my own. I don't go steady, and I'm a long way from marriage. Why should I get married? I have at least three girl friends that put out, and I stop by and crawl into the sack with Sue at least once a week-or she comes over here and we have a ball. And Jen. She's seventeen, cock-crazy as ever, and she makes my pad her hangout.
"I guess I've got it pretty good, but I don't think I'm too different from a lot of other studs. The guys I run around with all have an older broad on the string-married chicks that like to swing-and they have all the young fucking that they can handle."
Judging by the foregoing account, and the other cases we have explored, it would seem that the "sexual generation gap" is a myth. We chose these case histories literally from dozens of similar case histories, because they covered almost every area of young-old sexual relations, from incest to commercial male and female sexpots.
If further proof is needed, all one need do is to look about him, particularly in the urban areas of our land. The yearning within the male and female body for young and, if possible, untouched sex is as strong as it has been for centuries, and it shows no signs of either abating or disappearing.
AFTERWORD
Numerous studies of man's sexual patterns have proved conclusively that the veneer of civilization has shaped his sex habits. He does not obey his natural sexual instincts or desires, for the sex drive is so deeply buried in the id, the egocentric self, that man is pure animal in matters of sex.
Researchers of repute, from Freud to Kinsey, have compiled a wealth of factual material that proves that were it not for the laws that man has posed upon himself for various reasons, such sex practices as rape, incest, and child molestation would be rife in our society. From a psychological viewpoint, there is nothing that builds up the sagging ego of an aging male or female as does the conquest and seduction of a young member of the opposite sex. Until today's new outbreak of sexual permissiveness, the older member in such a situation was always blamed for having been the aggressor and instigator of the sex acts. From the victim's own lips, as well as from hundreds of case histories in the files of psychiatrists and marriage counselors, we now know that this is not true, and it probably never was.
The new breed of sexpot, male and female, are experimenting in every psychological and physical sensation possible and, of course, the most available commodity to them is sex. In the sexual area, there seems to be no demarcation between the "now generation" and "the establishment." Members of each are crossing any bridge they can find or make, to enter the sexual world of the other.
As long as wives use sex as a punishing whip on their husbands, men will be driven to seek sex elsewhere. Once, it could be found only in the bawdy houses or from streetwalkers. Today, it can be found in almost any place: schools, clubs, playgrounds, parks-and in the homes of the people down the street. The youth of today consider nothing sacred in the sexual exchange of favors, and for every older person who yearns for a juvenile to become his sex partner, there are a dozen youngsters eagerly awaiting the chance.
Our better health and living standards have brought together two important changes: the young mature much earlier, and the older person is, on the average, much more healthy and virile, and continues to feel a powerful sex drive until the mid-sixties. As long as these two potent forces are in proximity to one another, human nature being what it is, there can never be any sexual generation gap.
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