In the past years, writers on the subject of sex assumed that any form of eroticism apart from strict heterosexual intercourse had to be abnormal. But thanks to our new-found intellectual freedom, we have been able to delve more closely into the subject.
Reasearch has shown us that what was taken as gospel in the past years was far from so in many forms of sexual play. Today, we can readily accept oral-genital intercourse, anal intercourse, homosexuality in terms of affection in two people of the same sex, and even group sex as ways of enjoying eroticism that need not be feared.
This book goes one step further into the subject of deviation. It goes into the never-never land of what may be generally termed "sickie sex," forms of eroticism that are so strange, violent, destructive or humiliating that even our modern society must consider them to be perverted. Whenever possible, the editor, with the help of specialized researchers, attempts to explain some of the underlying causes of these strange drives, and something of the personality that is prone to them.
At no time is it intended to promote the merits of these or any other forms of eroticism. There can be no more personal choice than that of the form in which one will satisfy his or her sex urges. The only intention is to inform and explain. The pros and cons are left strictly up to the reader.
CASE NUMBER: ONE
NAME: Bill. L. AGE: 25
OCCUPATION: Sales Clerk
The bisexual male is perhaps the saddest of all the deviates. While all are sick and need psychiatric help in most cases in order to deal with their illnesses, they are at least one step ahead of the bisexual. He doesn't know just what's wrong with him. When he's with a woman he thinks he's normal. But then he gets the urge to make it with a man, and can't understand why he shouldn't.
He tries to tell himself that he's not a homosexual because he does desire women and does have orgasms in bed with them. But there is always a terrible fear hiding behind the fierce denial. He knows that sex with another man is not normal.
A slot in life cannot be found for him. Sometimes his desperation goes so far that he thinks he might be willing to go all out for men if he could only be sure that it was where he belonged. This is the story of just such a man.
INTERVIEW ONE
Look, doctor, I've been trying to deal with this thing as best I can. But my wife was getting sick and tired of my indecisions and my nights out with the boys. She wants to know just where our marrige stands one way or the other. And I guess I can't blame her.
She's been putting up with this for a pretty long time. And on the whole she's been pretty good about it. But I guess there's just so much any woman can stand.
But I told her I was trying to do something about it. She just wasn't satisfied that it was taking so long. Ever since I remember she's always been pushing me about something. Just like my old nanny. She's just like she was.
In fact, my old nanny was the one who gave me my first sexual experience with a woman. I had been jerking off a lot until I was about seventeen years old. In our town, the girls were pretty chaste, and my allowance wasn't big enough to pay for someone. So I contented myself with beating my meat.
She was about fifty-five at that time. When all of us were too old to need a nanny, she became our housekeeper so my mother could go back to work in the family business.
It wasn't all by force. She just sort of kept offering herself to me, showing too much of her body, that kind of thing. And she wasn't too bad for a woman her age. Maybe I would have felt different about it if I had made it with a girl my own age. But in my virginal but interested state she looked sexy to me.
I put my hands on her tits once and she didn't stop me. Instead she opened my fly and jerked me off while I mauled her tits. I had such an intense orgasm that I couldn't stand up straight after it happened.
Then everyone except she and I went away for one weekend. When evening came she served me cocktails with my dinner. By dessert both of us were pretty drunk.
She led me to the living room and then she lay down on the couch. Then she opened her blouse and showed me that she wasn't wearing a bra. I jumped on her immediately and began to suck those great big tits of hers. I had such a hard-on by then that I was shaking all over.
I unzipped my pants and tried to put her hand in there but she refused. She wanted to tease me some more. So I started to jerk myself off while I continued to suck on her tits, but she stopped me.
She told me that I was getting too big for that now and I was ready for some real-man stuff. So we went up to her bedroom and got undressed. She wanted to leave the light on and look at me naked, but I was too shy for that so I turned it off.
We spent a few minutes just touching each other. Her heavy perfume made me feel even more drunk than I had felt downstairs. I couldn't stop myself from shivering a little. It was all so freaky, but it was also the wildest thing imaginable.
She was pretty patient with me and started to tell me what to do to her. My heart was beating so hard that I found it hard to breathe. Then I began to suck her tits again and felt more comfortable. I eased my body alongside hers until I could feel my cock pressing between the top of her thighs.
I was dying to explore her cunt and I slipped my hand in between her legs. Then I began to probe inside it. By her instruction I frigged her and manipulated her clit, until she was sighing and panting for more action.
She moved my hand away and guided my cock to her slit. Then she pushed her hips upwards toward me and there was no way I could go but in. I took a deep breath and thrust it in as far as it would go.
Quickly she threw her legs up around my hips and locked me in there. Guided by her humping body I was able to get the right in and out rhythm and we were set for a wild fuck. I would have come in seconds, but I guess I was just scared enough to enable me to hold back. Then when I felt my cock getting wet from her own orgasm, I shot into her.
We made it together a lot after that. But she lost me because of what she had taught me. I began to be a lot more self-confident and then found myself able to make it with girls close to my own age.
In fact, I got so good about making girls that I had a reputation for being the best stud in my school. I got all the way through high school being the talk of every girl's club and the envy of every guy in the school.
You would think those dumb girls would be afraid of someone like me. That they would want to protect themselves from the big, bad stud. But it was the other way around. They couldn't seem to stay away. Sometimes I wondered if I wasn't the main attraction in that town for girls.
But I got pretty bored with those silly girls. When I was in my last year of college I quit and went to work. There I met a woman thirty years older than myself and got hooked on her.
I told my folks that I wanted to marry her. I had to leave them behind, never to return, in order to do it. And for a woman her age, she was quite a hot chick. Later on I found she was working so hard at it because she knew she was getting old. She never loved me, did she? Just wanted my young body so she could make believe that she was still young herself.
But she refused to do anything except straight fucking. Not that she didn't give me a lot of that. But it always had to be in the conventional way. I got bored with her in not too long at all. I'd been having more kicks when I was single. But it was my old need for older women that got me stuck with her.
I let this friend of mine at a cocktail party go to work on her. I wanted to see how far she would go. He petted and kissed her, plying her with drinks until she was too drunk to fight him off.
Then he laid her down on the couch and began to undress her. Meanwhile I was making out with his date, so she didn't care what he was doing. But I told her what was going on and we tiptoed into the study where they were alone and stood by, watching them.
When we walked in there, he already had his hand up her cunt and was busy getting her juiced up. I was horny just watching the action, and having this other girl so close by. I looked at her and saw that the same thing was on her mind.
So I unzipped my pants and let her start to play with me. But I got quite a surprise when I tried to undress her and lay her down on the floor. She let me frig her but that was all. I was aching to slip it into her cunt.
"No, not me. Give it to him. He'd just love it up his ass. He told me so. Told me to get you to come in here and give it to him."
The whole thing would have turned me off if I wasn't so horny already, and my wife was close to getting her rocks off by that guy. So with this dame, massaging my balls, I climbed on top of him and shoved it right in.
I was surprised to find out how easily it slipped right into his ass. That character knew I would do it to him all along, and he had greased himself to get ready!
Still, I needed that girl massaging my balls to keep it going until the feeling of a cock in a hole got to me and all that mattered was to keep humping until I came, which I did.
But there was one more surprise yet to come. When I was just about at my peak, the girl started to tongue my asshole. Then she stuck her finger in there and kept working it in and out as I shot my load up her boy friend's ass.
My wife was too drunk for me to take her home that night. So the three of us left her right where she was and went into one of the bedrooms together to spend the night.
Those two told me all about how it was to make it a threesome and other variations like that. And all the time they were talking me into it, there was this girl down between my legs, licking my balls and fingering my ass.
So I was all for it, when she laid down for me to fuck her. I guess I was expecting him to give it to me up the ass as soon as I got started with her. But I tried to put it out of my mind or I wouldn't have been able to go through with it.
I started to fuck her, and all the time she kept whispering to me about how wild it would be to have my cock in her while he had his cock in me. Before I realized it, I was screaming for him to shove it to me.
He was happy to oblige and the three of us went at it until we all came. I don't know about them, since they'd been through it before. But for me it was the wildest kick of all, and I've had a good share of those myself.
I made it with the two of them quite a few times after that. My old wife had gone back to her old ways, and pretty soon I wouldn't have sex with her at all. I was getting plenty of it partying in groups with my friends, and didn't have any use for her doddering, conventional ways.
That's when she started nagging me to come to you. She begged, pleaded, threatened and told me I was a sickie and needed help. I'm still sure she doesn't care whether I'm sick or not sick. She just wants to keep me all to herself.
Didn't she tell you to get me to give up my carousing and making it with men, so I would stay home and keep her happy? Oh, I forgot. Doctors aren't allowed to divulge information like that.
Well, I have to admit that some of my sexual experience couldn't be classified as entirely normal. But as long as I'm happy, and I'm not hurting anyone, what difference does it make?
Oh, her. Well, she's pretty neurotic too, isn't she? Always wearing clothes that are styles much too young for her, and all that thick make-up and stuff. Doesn't she need therapy also? Isn't she sick for marrying someone as young as me in the first place?
I'll make a deal with you doc. I'll let you cure me, provided you make her come in for therapy also. Maybe if you can get her cured, and I don't feel so guilty about divorcing her, we may find an answer. If I'm sick, then she's where it all began.
You know, that's not such a bad idea after all. You cure me of my bisexual habits, and you'll also cure me of my need for old women. Then I'll be free of her. I'll be free of everything that's keeping me down.
INTERVIEW TWO
I almost made it, doctor, really. Those weeks were so hard, but I thought it was all over with. My wife and I were happy, finally. She stopped going out, I stopped going out. Every night, without fail, we fucked at least twice.
But it couldn't last. I'm just not ready yet, I suppose. I will try, but I need more advice, more help. Maybe the next time I'll make it.
It happened at a little party we went to. My wife and I started to get into a conversation with another couple. He was big and strong, a professional athlete of some kind, and his wife was one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen.
Well, I guess you know what happened. My wife wanted to go with the guy. I couldn't blame her. I wanted him too. But that wife of his was driving me out of my mind. I knew she had the hots for me, and caught her looking my way time and again. Finally she started licking her lips every time I looked at her. Then she petted her lips with her finger and slid one into her mouth. She was sucking on that finger so hard I could almost feel her lips around my prick.
By the time my wife and I went to leave, they were already coming with us. They offered us a ride home in their car, and I sat in the back with the wife while her husband drove.
Halfway through the ride, we pulled off for coffee. I ran in to get it while the other three stayed in the car. By the time I came back with the containers, all hell had broken loose in the car. I looked in to find my wife sucking on his cock, while his wife kissed her neck from behind.
Needless to say, I was hot as hell right away. I didn't know where to start. I tried to get in my wife's side, but I couldn't. So I went around and climbed in over him, then dropped down on the three of them.
It was dark in the car. I ripped down my pants and started to jack off. I just couldn't help it, I was so hot, and no one had touched me yet.
When my cock was hard and hot, I felt a hand around it. Then, pair of warm, moist lips around the cockhead. Before I knew it, I felt the rod surrounded by the inner heat of his wife's mouth, and I felt gism rising quickly.
Perhaps if I had come in her mouth right then and there, everything would have been all right. But I held off, wanting to fuck her before I came. After my wife had sucked him off for a good ten minutes, I heard her whimpering. I knew he was coming in her mouth, she always whimpers when she tastes that warm fluid inside her.
She was bushed, but he wasn't. I pushed his wife down and stuffed my busting prick up into her pussy, and felt her tightening up around me. I was just starting to pump when I felt a pair of hands on my buttocks.
At first I thought it was my wife, trying to rim me while we fucked. But then I felt that long, fat, hot stick rubbing against my cheeks. I went all limp and sweaty as I felt the huge tool entering me.
We fucked for hours like that, me screwing into his wife while that muscular bear rammed his cock into my asshole. I came at least three times into her, I don't remember exactly. The thing was, doctor, even while it was happening, I couldn't make up my mind which felt better, that warm, tight pussy around my cock, or that long pole deep inside my asshole.
Even after we were finished I wasn't sure which I had enjoyed the most. I knew I liked them both. The very idea of wanting to give up one of these pleasures seemed suddenly wrong, a waste of time and energy. Why not, I figured. I knew I enjoyed them both.
But my wife was furious. She said I had given up too easily. She made me promise to try again. So here I am with you again. I don't know what to do now. I don't really want to give it up, doctor, no more than I want to give up women. But I don't want to give up my wife either. I guess I'm really confused now.
CONCLUSION
This man's problem stems not so much from any particular incident or series of experiences he has been through. More likely, it is a matter of physiological abnormality.
This man is, to put it plainly, over-sexed. Many perversions, such as rape and sadism, stem from under-sexuality, in an attempt to compensate for that lack by over-doing other elements of the sexual act.
But in this case, the man is very sexual in nature. He loved sex with women, but can't see why sex with another man can be wrong if it gives him pleasure. The point is, it DOES give him pleasure. Almost anything would in this case.
If he were single, with only himself to worry about, he would most likely not even have come into my office. His life is fairly stable, he is reasonably happy with his sex life. But because he is married, he feels compelled to "get better."
He is following his wife's judgement of what is right and what is wrong, and not his own.
Until he can be made to understand that sex with other males is not normal for a happily married man, he stands little chance of overcoming his problems. Until then, he will no doubt succumb to the advances of any person who expresses an interest in him, be the person male or female.
But his love for his wife may prove to be enough to overcome his problems. He sincerely wants to rid himself of his perversions. While bi-sexuality is by no means unhealthy, it is not the stuff of which a good, long-lasting marriage is made of. The very fact that his wife objects so strongly to his affairs with other men is enough to make him attempt to find a cure.
Looked at in another light, the case may become clearer. A wife rarely permits her husband to have affairs with other women. Why then should she permit an affair with another man. In a relationship such as marriage, in which love and complete trust are paramount, there can be no room for outside love unless both parties are sincerely in agreement over the matter. In this case, they are not.
CASE HISTORY NO. TWO:
NAME: (Emma S.) AGE: 26
OCCUPATION: Prostitute
When I tell you my story, I'm sure you'll want to take pity on me. But it should be the other way around. You should be happy for me. As I see it, the turn-out of my story was that I finally made a success of myself.
I guess you could say I was born to be a good lay, so why not make the best of it and get rich on something you enjoy anyway? My old daddy, maybe he would be turning in his grave, but my stepdad......Ha! Why he might even say he was proud of me and take all the credit for himself.
And you know what? If he came right into this room today with the price, he could fuck me, or get sucked off, just like he was anybody else. Yeah, he sure could take all the credit for getting me started.
I'm just about as Southern as you can get. But I wasn't no Southern lady, born in a fine home and raised with elegant manners. I was born in the poorest section of our mountain area.
Raised in a shack with my mother eight smaller kids and a stepdaddy who spent most of his waking time, which weren't very much, drinking, fucking, and beating us.
One night when I was about twelve years old, he crept into my room and dragged me out of my bed and into the woodshed out behind the house.
There was always one of us being dragged out there for a beating in the middle of the night that when he would come for one of us, none of the others would try to stop him.
That night, I guess they figured if he was good and drunk it wouldn't be too bad for me. Besides, they knew that if they tried to stick up and fight for me, they would be included in the beating.
Why that son of a bitch! I hadn't even recovered from the whacking he had given me with a broom handle just a couple of nights before. Silently I prayed that he wouldn't open up the scars that were just beginning to heal. I'd gotten used to the beatings, but I did worry about my future. I was afraid that I would be such an ugly, scarred mess by the time I could find someone to marry me that they would throw me the hell out of their house as soon as they saw me naked.
"Please stepdad, please. Isn't there a bottle or something I can get for you? Wouldn't you rather sleep it off or something? Please, I'm not even healed up yet!!!!"
"Why chile", he said with a sly grin. "Whatever makes you think your dear ole stepdad wants to beat you at all? All I want to do is show you how much I care for you, just like you was my own. Only I wouldn't want to keep the little ones from their sleep. You understand that, now don't you?"
I didn't at first, but now I was beginning to. I was still pretty young, but I was already well-developed. I guess that poor mountain trash seems to develop, you know, blossom out faster. Why, by that time I already had a fair-sized pair of tits and a tiny thatch of hair on my cunt.
He did like my fair skin, blue eyes, and the long black hair I kept hanging all the way down my back. Guess I wasn't too ugly at that. The older boys had been watching me for a couple of months by then.
In fact, he said it was the remark of one of the farmhands about what a hot lay I would be before too long that had set him to thinking about me.
"After all," he said to me. "I feed you, put the clothes on your back, and a roof over your head. Your Mom's always complaining about how she's too tired and all. And when I whack her a few times to make her spread her legs for me, she'd no damn good anyways. So why shouldn't she let me have you to show me how grateful she is to me for taking care of you all? Why, if it wasn't for me she'd be takin' in washin' day and night instead of five days a week. And you kids,....why, you'd all be bare-assed and spread out all over the county. That old hag, your mom owes this to me."
There was no doubt about it now. That souse aimed to fuck me and I didn't want no part of it! The shack was pretty tiny, but I did my best to get as far away from him as could.
"Now come on, come over here, chile! Don't cringe in a corner like that. I said I wouldn't hurt you, now didn't I? Now you come over here to me before I change my mind and take a switch to you. What's your choice? The rod over your back? Or your sweet stepdad's tender, loving care?"
I stayed where I was, crouched in the corner for a precious few seconds, trying desperately to think of a way to get the hell out of there. He had almost killed one of my little brothers when he tried to fight back.
The next day little Joey told me how he had him get down on his knees and suck the old man's cock. He was so weak from the whipping the old man had given him first that he fell down before the guy got his rocks off. The bastard was so furious that he beat him into unconsciousness. Two days later when Joey was able to walk again, he dragged him back to the woodshed and made him finish the job.
So you could see that I had good reason to be mighty frightened of what he might do to me. I can still remember sayin' my prayers.
"Please God, if it's sex on his mind, then let him make me just suck him off too. I want to at least have my pureness to give to my husband. It's a cinch I won't be giving him a nice, smooth body."
Well, this one time my prayers were answered. His cock was already starting to bulge in his blue jeans.
"You know what a cock is, now don't you? Well, I'm going to teach you just how to make a man happy when he's too tired to fuck. You open my fly and get busy. Why, you never know. You just might get to like it."
I have to tell you this much. I was a bit curious about men's sex by that time in my life. If only it hadn't been that rotten bastard. I pulled down the zipper and reached inside. Of course, he wasn't wearing any shorts. Curly, thick hair was the first thing I felt. Then this pair of balls. Finally, that big, thick thing in my hand had to be his cock. It couldn't a been a baseball bat!
"Now get inside there and take out the treasure you find!"
"But stepdad...."
"You'd rather get whacked, I suppose...."
So I reached my hand in and felt an electric shock as my fingers touched his hairy flesh. I had just grazed by it before. But now my hands felt his cock, which was really starting to get good and hard. I was amazed at how I could feel his cock quickly growing and changing. I confess that my fear dissolved then and I began to feel an exciting sort of tension.
From then on I was too fascinated with the old man's cock to be afraid anymore, and he knew it.
"So you like it, now do you? But you would like to feel this big old thing creeping between your laigs and then ramming into that tiny little slit of yours. Well, I wish that I could do that for you, chile, but I better not. It would be heaps of fun, but I wouldn't be able to marry you off later on, and I already got too many kids on my hands."
He had dropped his jeans to the ground now and even in the dim light of the moon shining through the cracks in the wood, I could make out how big and fearsome it was. But it just did look so good to me, I swear. I started to run my hands up and down the length of it, and he was just so pleased.
"I can see that I'm not going to have any trouble with you. You just put it in your mouth and you start suckin away, just like it was your Mommy's tit when you was a baby.
Now . ... ahhhh, that's it....You sweet little chile. You sure you never done this thing before? Maybe some of the young farmhands, huh? Well, never no mind. Maybe you was just born to it. Kind of like a talent!! Say, that's just what it is. Yup, that's it, a talent."
I had started off very slowly running my tongue along it and then taking the knob in my mouth. But he pushed my head down on it and before I knew it, he had almost the whole thing rammed down my throat. I thought I was going to choke. But he guided me up and down on it with a fistful of my hair in his hand.
Then when he was satisfied that I knew what I was doing, he let go of my head, and I really started to suck on that thing. The way it had started I was trying to get him to pop as fast as possible. It was really late at night and there was chores to do at dawn. No matter when he did to one of us during the night, there was always the chores to do at dawn.
But now I was getting to like the taste of the thing Would have been better, I guess if he had taken the trouble to wash first. But why should he have bothered with such a troublesome thing just for little old me.
So I still wanted to make it happen fast, but now it was because I wanted to see how good I was at it. I just figured the faster I made him pop, the better I was at it. Even for the very first time, I sure can say that I knew what I was doing. I gauged my speed from his moanin and sighin'.
M "Ohhhh, ahhhh, that's it chile, honey, nice, that's it. You just keep on going like that. Now! Move up and down real fast. Suck the whole thing in your mouth. The whole thing. Don't move. Here it comes."
I gagged as I felt his hot come start shooting down my throat. But he held my head down hard on his cock until he had shot the last drop. After it was over I smiled up at him, figuring he was happy.
"Was you pleased with me, stepdad? Now maybe you won't beat me any more, right? I'll just suck you off whenver you get the hankering and then you won't beat me, okay?"
But it wasn't okay. He just stood there above me, staring down. I could feel the fury building in him. He wasn't happy with me. He was mad as a hornet now.
"Why, you filthy little tramp. You're nothing more than the worst whore. You actually enjoyed doing that to me."
"But I thought it was what you wanted!"
"You thought. A stupid little ninny-trash like you doesn't have a brain to think. So you sucked off your ole stepdad and now you figger you'll be able to get away with anything you want. Well, we'll just see about that."
That was when he picked up the broomhandle and started to beat me across the back. He was trying to remember where he had beat me before, I could tell. Because he would feel for the welt with his hands, then crack the broomhandle right on that spot.
There was a sound outside and it must have startled him. He turned his head to look out and see what was happening. That was when I grabbeda rake and cracked it over his haid.I didn't even bother to hang around and see if he was alive or dead.
By dawn that day I was miles down the road and almost to the next county. Leastways I had made sure I was far enough away that none would know me when I came to this farmhouse.
He was a stupid man. Why, if he had just treated me right, I wouldn't have minded going down for him at all. Might of been pretty good for kicks. Guess at twelve, all kinds of stuff seems like it would be great kicks.
Well, I went around to the back door of this big farmhouse. I could tell from the way the place was fixed up and the size of the land, that they were pretty prosperous. I did my best to smooth out some of the wrinkles from the tattered dress I was wearing. But I had plenty of confidence in myself. Filthy as I was, with my hair all in matted tangles, I was still a hell of a lot prettier than most girls for miles around.
The blackie that answered the door took one look at me, listened to my story, and then told me that I would fit right in there. Seems the farm was owned by three brothers, and none of them was married. So I was a right desirable piece of merchandise. You have to keep in mind that girls are used as women a lot younger in those there parts.
I guess I knew what was in store for me, but after the way I was treated at home, anything had to be better. The blackie took me into the parlor and told them men that I was looking for work and a place to live.
Those guys, they told me to stand in the middle of the room and turn all around as they could get a good look at me. They whispered among themselves then winked at each other. It was the oldest of the three that spoke up for all of them.
"Why sure you can stay. We wouldn't let a pretty young thing like you wander around the countryside and maybe get yourself hurt or worse. You can work in the kitchen and help with some of the cleaning chores. If you turn out to do your work real well, and show you're smart and know your manners......why we might even give you some schooUng and such."
Guess you could tell that this was certainly a damn sight more than I could ever have hoped for. Deep down in my heart I knew that someday before too long I would have to fuck for one or all of them. But that was okay with me. Just fine and okay.
Well, I worked for them for about near to a year and during that time they were pretty good to me. Every week they brought me home a new dress, a book to read, or a piece of sewing for me to learn. Before too long I was finally beginning to feel at home. Even more so than I had in the one I was born to.
On my thirteenth birthday it was Seth that crept into my room in the middle of the night. I worked hard in their place, and by the time I got to bed at night, I would conk out pretty fast.
So I was dead asleep before I even realized he was in the room. But I had been expecting it for some time. And seeing those three men in their drawers lots of times, watching the mares and the stallions, it was all getting to me by then.
I never forgot the taste of my stepdad's cock and I never forgot the great way I felt sucking it. Yeah, I sure was hot to trot by the night Seth crept into my room.
And I was kind of glad that Seth was the one to make the first move. He was the oldest and the one who had control of the land and the money. The others wouldn't be too eager to cross him, no matter what he decided to do for me.
I knew that I would enjoy getting fucked by him. But what he didn't know was that I was prepared to give him a pretty terrific ride for his money. So why shouldn't I have the money for my trouble? Trouble, that's a laugh. I wanted it as much as he did. But I would be damned if he was going to find out just how homey I was.
All he did was wake me up, then sort of cuddle with me. I acted cute and shy as I could. Finally he grabbed one of my tits, and I felt his cock start to rise pressed up against my side. I was expecting to have to at least jerk him off that night, but all he did was sort of groan and then run out of the room.
Half hour or so and then he was back. I decided this guy would need some encouragement.
"Seth, is that you? Why did you run away? I thought you wanted to stay here and keep me warm! God, but it's chilly in this room."
"Oh, poor Belle, I just had to go outside for a minute, that was all. You poor thing. Let me get into bed with you and get you a little warm. There, how's that?"
He had put his big, beefy hands around me and was trying to make like he was only hugging me, but he had both palms full of my tits. I just made like I was sort of scared, but wanted his arms around me, and he took it just the right way.
That was when he began to kiss me, clumsy, just like a homey farmer would, you know. His mouth slid wetly down my throat. Then his hands were all over my body. He pulled the nightgown up almost to my neck. Then I felt his hot, sweaty hands squeezing me all over, mauling my tits and then my belly.
But clumsy as he was, it was all getting to me. I could feel my nipples stiffening with excitement, and a funny kind of trembling deep down inside my belly, which I didn't understand then.
Seth was getting frantic by this time. He realized that I wasn't going to stop him, and I guess he couldn't believe his good luck. I just sort of cooed in his ear and made like I was happy it was him that had come to me.
He pushed against me, and I let him lift me up and then pull off my nightgown all the way. He sat to the side of the bed and then raced out of his drawers.
We were both naked now and he just looked at both our bodies sliding together like they were. Suddenly his hot mouth plunged to my tit. He gobbled the nipple in his mouth and started to suck and bite on it.
I loved the wild way he was making me feel. I cupped my tit and fed it to him, pushing more and more of it into his mouth to be sucked on. His hands were pretty busy too. They were working down in between my legs, and spreading them. He sure was clumsy, but he managed to get where he wanted to.
Then he got sort of scared. Feeling my cunt against his hand sort of gave him stage fright and he stopped dead. Now I wanted it maybe more than he did. I was so close to what I had been dreaming about for so long. I wasn't about to let him leave that night without giving it to me.
"Seth, Seth. You make me feel so strange and wonderful. Do you really love me all that much?"
"Oh, yes. I do. I've been wanting this ever since the first night you came to our house. But you were just a little girl then. Finally, I couldn't stand it no more, watching you strut around the house, looking so ripe and me so close."
"Then do it. I want you to do it to me. It will make me feel that you really do love me. Oh, Seth. You're the one I want. Not your brothers, just you!"
He shoved his hand in between my thighs, then, and I felt his big fingers begin to probe into my slit. He finally got one of them worked in there and I shivered with excitement. Wiggling-it around in there was making me really hot all over. I couldn't wait for him to get on with it.
That was when he took my hand, which by odd coincidence happened just to be lying right alongside his hard cock. He put it on his rod. I just wanted to grab onto it hard and start to jerk it off, but I controlled myself, and made like I was trembling and scared.
I let him coax me into stroking it and then I managed just the right combination of shyness and excitement. He was going out of his fuckin' mind. I could tell.
"Seth. You're making me so crazy. Making me think of such wild things. I feel shameful, but I don't care. I want you so, Seth. I don't care. if lightening strikes me dead. I still want you to make love to me."
"You do mean it, don't you honey? I promise I'll take it real easy with you. You won't be sorry, I promise. I promise."
I'd always heard there would be pain and bleeding. So I was prepared for it. The clumsy ox dropped his whole weight on me and I found it hard to breathe. Then his knee was spreading my thighs apart and he was pushing himself between them.
I was a little scared just then. I knew it was really going to happen now, and there was no stopping it. But I also knew that I didn't want to stop it. Even though I was making like I was crying and shivering, my hips were gyrating against his fat belly, making him moan with passion.
He stuck his hand between our bodies then and pushed his cock up against my slit. I squirmed at the touch of it, and then wiggled with excitement. He liked that little gesture.
The ox held me tighter and pushed with all his might, which was quite a lot, I can tell you. There wasn't an ounce of gentleness or tenderness in him. He just shoved as hard as he could, and I thought he was going to near rip me apart. The sharp pain and then ... everything changed.
The fence of pain was broken through, and all the pleasure I had been expecting was just beyond it. Now I didn't care about acting the part for him anymore. I just cared about getting fucked good and fucking him back just as good.
And I sure as hell made him know I was getting quite a kick out of what he was going to do to me.
"Oh, that's so good, Seth. So good. Do that to me some more. Don't every stop that. Oh, Seth you're so wonderful!"
"Honey, honey. I'm glad I didn't hurt you none. I wouldn't ever want to hurt you. Just this. Just loving you up like this. Just what I'd always want with you. You won't be sorry. You won't ever be sorry."
The pig was so hot and worked up that he couldn't even manage to fuck me for a while before he shot his wad. It was over right as soon as he had gotten his prick all the way into me. When it was over he hugged me some more and then mumbled something in his drawers as he got out of them.
I wasn't paying much attention. It was suddenly chilly in that room, all naked and me sweating from his body on mine. I got into my gown. When I looked around next, he was gone.
There was blood in my bed and down my legs. But I waited until I heard him go upstairs to his room. Then I ran to the kitchen and washed up. I got a fresh sheet for my bed and threw the other one into the furnace.
Not that the blackie would say anything. I just didn't want the other brothers to know in case there was a fuss or something. If I kept it a secret, I could always use it against him in case he got me into trouble. You know what I mean? That kind of trouble. I wanted that farm and the money. I was determined to get him to mairry me, one way or t'other.
Least that was what I wanted right then. Hadn't thought much about the outside world. Heaven and the top of the pile to me right then was a farm like his and money in the bank.
And Seth had it. Could a done a lot worse I kept telling myself. A mighty lot worse. I soaked a towel in cold water and then pressed it between my thighs against my sore cunt. It felt good, but the hurt inside reminded me that I couldn't pull the pure stunt again.
A stunt like that was a one-shot deal, and I had just shot mine. I would have to make it pay somehow. Even then, I could tell a pigeon when I saw one, and Seth was my pigeon.
INTERVIEW TWO
The next day was Sunday and we all went off to-church together as if nothing at all had happened. We all just prayed and sang like the purest angels in heaven. After we had said all our greetings to the neighbor folk and got back home, I helped the darkie cook an especially delicious dinner.
Towards the late afternoon there was the usual visitors and I served tea and cookies. Funny, huh. I did it all with a warm and gracious smile, acting just a little like I was the real hostess of the house.
Seth smiled at me approvingly, and remarked to his brothers how I could easily make one of them an excellent wife. Of course he was thinking of himself, but by that time I had nothing of the sort in mind. God, just the thought of that filthy, sweating pig slobbering all over me for the rest of my life was too much to bear. About the only good thing he had going for him was the fact he was born with a big cock. Else why would I have bothered a'tall. The money? Soooo.......
You're right. I didn't forget about the money for a minute. I had learned to love hot cock. But I had also gotten a taste for the finer things. Didn't see no reason why I shouldn't have the both of them.
But to do it I had to get out of that part of the country. I wanted the big time. Seth was only a quick roll in the hay for practice and some good times. His farm was only a stopping place so I could get the money and the training to make it all happen.
Under my plate in the kitchen I found a ten dollar bill. It was obviously a reward for letting Seth get his rocks off the last night. I stashed it away with the rest of the money I had managed to save over the months from the gifts they had given me. Of course there was always just a little savings out of the household money to put with it.
I was getting to know men pretty well. Seth had really enjoyed himself the last night. And he was sure to be coming back for some more. I bathed extra carefully that night, dousing myself with the toilet water they had given me. Just in case he was planning to come back for some extra fucking that night, which I was sure he was, I figured I would make him feel I was anxious to have him in my bed.
Maybe I was funning about using the guy. But even as I washed my snatch in the tub, getting in good and deep to my hole to clean up any blood that might be left that old tingling of excitement started creeping in again. I tried to tell myself that I really didn't dig all the hot meat being rammed into my snatch, but there was no sense in lying. I was using him, taking him for his money. And sure I couldn't stand the sight of his sweaty face in the daylight. But at night, in my bed, with his cock so big and hard........well, that was something else altogether.
I swear, when he was jamming that big thing into my tiny snatch, making my insides jump and quiver, making my heart beat so fast, and then that hot come pouring into me, he could have been the very devil himself. I couldn't care less, so long as I kept getting all that hot meat.
So, of course, he did come back that night. What I didn't know then was that in the meantime he had borrowed some dirty books from a friend of his and had been busily reading up on some of the other things he could do with me. I heard him whispering to one of the hands before he came back to the house that this time he was going to ass-fuck me.
Why, we didn't even have a whore in the town who took that kind of fucking. My letting him take me that first time had given him a hell of a lot of courage. I watched him talking with the guy from my window, and the two of them was sort of rubbing their cocks as they discussed the subject. Seth's was getting good and large. I couldn't wait for him to get upstairs and give it to me.
So I was going to get it up the ass. It was for me ... and I was all for it! Man was I all for it. I wanted to have it every which way there was. Just couldn't get enough of hot cock.
Listening to the two of them planning it, and guessing what it was going to feel like, I was getting into the mood too. And seeing them playing with their meat like they was, I started in to fingering my own organ. So by the time he finally came to my room, I was hotter than a firecracker.
I would have liked to jump him as soon as he came in, but I forced myself to act lady-like. Strange! He was even shakier than he had been the night before. Later on he told me he was afraid it might hurt the both of us. Then he said he thought it might do me some damage that couldn't be explained to the town doctor. But most of all, he wasn't so sure that he would like it.
But I didn't know any of that when he first came upstairs. I pretended to be asleep when I heard him come into my room. I was sure he would be more excited if he thought he was surprising me.
Silently as a big man could, he crept into my room and stood over the bed. Then he pulled down the covers, reveling in the beauty of my blossoming body in the sheer white nightgown that I had pulled down at the neck. Now it just barely covered my tits.
He rolled me over on my belly with my ass facing up at him. Then he pulled up my nightgown. I just yawned and reached up my head to kiss him. He kissed me back in his usual passionate, slobbering way and I slowly slipped out of my gown, leaving my body naked for him to enjoy.
With a great effort at tenderness he ran his big rough hands over the cheeks of my ass. Then he spread them and began pushing one finger into my asshole. I gasped from the shock of it, but didn't try to fight him off. It felt strangely nice to me.
"Ohhhh, Seth. What's that you're doing to me? Feels so strange."
"Doesn't hurt you none, does it darling? Wouldn't want to hurt you."
"No. Doesn't hurt. Feels strange, kind of good, but doesn't hurt."
I sighed deeply and encouraged him to go on with some more by wriggling my ass against his finger. He sank it completely into my hole and twisted it around in there, until I stretched some. Under my belly, I was busy frigging myself at the same time. He didn't know it. But the double playing being done to my body, was making my blood start to boil pretty quick.
He had brought some kind of grease along with him and now he took a glob of it on his finger and began to push it in there. He twisted his greased finger around in there, plunging it in and out. He was getting me ready for the big shaft that he would soon be plunging in there.
I was ready for it as soon as he was able. What he was doing already felt so wild to me that he could have drove a pile hammer in there and made me come three or four times.
Again I wiggled my ass against his fat finger, enjoying the wild sensation of being stuffed up there. Yeah, I understood all right what he was getting ready to do to me. And far as I was concerned he couldn't get to it fast enough!
I knew myself pretty well, even then. And I knew that I was getting to love and to need sex more and more each day. And I knew that a woman could use this stuff to her advantage. So I wanted to learn as much about it as I could before I took off for better parts. This clumsy oaf wouldn't know if I was good or not and I could practice all I wanted on him.
He put his hands under my belly and raised me on my knees with my face buried in the pillow. Then he put his big hot cock to the crevice between the cheeks of my ass. It was hard for him to hold himself back any longer.
"Got to do it to you now, honey. I'm wild as a homey stallion. Your pretty ass up there in the air is just too much. Say you want me to give it to you. Say it."
"Yes, Seth. Do what you want with me. I want you to."
"You want it up the ass! You want it!"
"In my mouth. In my slit. Yes, even up my ass if it makes you happy. I want to make you so happy Seth. Give it to me! Give it to me!!"
He had spread the cheeks of my ass real wide now, and he stopped to feast his beady little eyes on the tiny hole that was gaping before him. It was slick from the grease, just waiting to be entered with his lust.
"Tell me you love me. Tell me you want me to slip you my cock."
"I want you. I want your whole body. I'm dying to feel your hot cock ramming into my asshole."
That was it. His ego had gotten the boost it needed. He grappled a little more with his finger up my hole, then took his cock in hand and placed it right up against my rectum. With one hand slipped under my belly For support, he guided his cock in with the other. Soon the tight ring of muscle in my asshole was gripping the head of it.
"Ohhhhhhh, oh my God, honey. Does this ever feel good."
Then he groaned some more and carefully slid it all the way in, helped by the grease. It went in much more easily than either one of us would have expected. Didn't hurt much at all. Fact, felt kind of great right from the beginning.
"Yes. yes. It does feel good. Oh, Seth. It feels so good."
I couldn't help from sighing with the exquisite pleasure that this thing in my ass made me feel. And now there was nothing in his way to keep him from going right to enjoying the pleasures of my flesh. Every inch of his hot, stiff cock he slid through my tight little hole and right into my bowels.
At first it was a little tough to get up a rhythm , but I helped him by pushing backwards on his rod to get him started. Man did he dig that! Now he was able to pick up some momentum. Pretty soon he was fucking me up the ass like he had been doing it for years.
I was too. It was a real groove. I was still frigging myself without his knowledge. He pulled at my tits as his rod pistoned in and out of my tight little hole. Our grunting and groaning was so loud and abandoned, it was a wonder that we didn't wake up everyone in the whole damned house.
I wondered if this was why they had given me the room downstairs? Well, it really didn't matter. If the other boys found out or not, I could still use what was happening to my advantage.
I worked with him to keep the rhythmn going, and before too long I felt a quivering in my cunt. I had been frigging it pretty hard, because I was so excited by what he was doing to my asshole. I had gotten to doing it even faster as his hot rod moved in and out of that hole like greased lightening.
The combination of the two got to driving me out of my head. Now I was shaking all over. I closed my eyes real tight to savor the new sensation.
"Ohhhhh. Oh Christ Seth. Look what you've done. You made me come, Seth. Arrggghh, ohhhhhhhhh"
My come spurted out onto the bed, but I didn't stop humping backwards to keep him going. His hands moved down to play with my slit and he found the puddle of my come.
That guy grunted with pleasure at what he considered was a great achievement. That started his cock to working even harder. Just seconds later I felt that his juices were about to boil over. His breathing was more rocky than ever before.
"Hang on, honey. I'm a going to do it."
His come was sputtering out the end of his cock, but he didn't stop working his tool in and out of my asshole until it went completely limp and he had no choice.
Then he just sat up and sort of stared at me. After a while he hung his head down and couldn't look me in the eyes. I guess a little twinge of guilt must have overcome him for having taken what he thought was an innocent trusting girl in a filthy manner. Filthy? Maybe out in the sticks, but in the city, man do they all dig it. And so did I! He brought me a wet towel and then washed me off between my legs and the cheeks of my ass.
Then he sat down on the edge of the bed for a smoke and a talk. He still couldn't look me straight in the eye.
"You know dear. I've admired you for a long, long time. I didn't want you to think that all I wanted was to fuck you like this. I mean, I really care for you, and I'd like you to be my bride. What do you say? Tomorrow you can go into town and buy yourself a whole trunkful of new clothes and linens for after we're married."
I played the shy bit and pretended to be thinking his offer over. Then, after a long pause, I promised to be his bride and he gave me a hundred dollars for the shopping spree I could go on tomorrow.
Early that next morning I went to the dressmaker and ordered city clothes of the finest fabrics the town carried. Every couple of days for as long as I could get away with it, I coaxed and wheedled him out of more money. I did it with a ball massage here, and a cocksucking there. Every so often a quick lay in the barn, or letting him make a midnight visit to my room. I always promised it was because I wanted to bring him the finest trousseau I could because he deserved it.
My excitement was so contagious that soon they all got caught up in it. Before too long all the boys were bringing me little things for myself and the house they were going to build behind the big one for the two of us.
Two weeks later I had everything I needed including my bus ticket and the connection to the east-bound train. Saturday night was boys' night in town. While they were all away, I packed, took my money out of its hiding place and cleaned out all the cash they kept in the cookie jar for emergencies. I just figured that if ever there was an emergency, then this was it.
I wrote them a little note thanking them for the way they had taken care of me and for financing my trip. And I wrote that the trousseau I picked should be just fine for the next girl they picked up off a dirt road.
That was kind of cruel of me. Seth had been good to me, and he had been a mighty good lay besides. But I was already well on my way to being a cynic. I dug what they could do to me by way of wild kicks in the sack. But still I hated them for the power they could have over me.
The long train ride gave me plenty of time to read all the books I had bought from the town school teacher. I studied manners, speech, arithmatic and spelling. I used the better-dressed women on the train as models. I picked out the best-looking of them and copied their hair-styles and their social graces.
By the time I reached this city, it was mighty hard to tell me from any other fine lady that might of just walked out of a fine home. My white trash accent only came out when I was good and angry.
I found myself a nice room in a good hotel and then just took it good and easy as long as the money held out. Some nice men noticed me and would take me out for dinner, dancing and such. But I didn't go down for a one of them. I was mulling over something I had seen going on in the street a couple of nights before.
There was this older dame, always loaded with a lot of cash living in the same hotel. Turned out she was a hooker. I got to talking to her and she told me how she got customers for herself. The kind of things they wanted and how much she would charge for them....well she told me everything.
I gave it a little thought, but I still had plenty of cash and didn't bother about it. But fate has a way of working, I guess. I was feeling horney as hell about the same time I ran out of cash. I'd gone out with some fine-looking men, but still I couldn't let myself go down for them. Oh, I wanted to all right, but I was waiting to make up my mind about a few things.
Then, that woman found me walking in the street one day, and invited me in to her place. Once I was in her parlor, she made me walk around naked and looked me all over. It was something like what the boys had done when I first came to the farmhouse.
She told me she wasn't just an ordinary hooker. Said she ran a place of her own. Had girls working for her. Then she said that I was different than the rest of them, and in her business different always meant more money.
She invited me to stay the night with her and this client of hers. I guess you could sort of call it a trial period. I was told to strip naked before the client came. She did too. And so did he as soon as he walked into the bedroom. Most of it I ad-libbed and they both went wild for my line.
"Are you a good girl?"
"The best!"
"What do you do when there's no man around? Do you do awful things?"
"What do you mean , 'awful things?' "
"I mean, do you play with yourself?"
"Is this what you're talking about?"
I lay down sort of on my back and then spread my legs so he could see the kind of slit I had to offer. Then I started to finger my clit and make it stand up, much to his delight.
"Hey, hold on a minute. I'm not going to let you insult me by frigging yourself into a lather, when I've got a hot cock just waiting to do the job."
"Are you one of these stuffy old conventionalists?"
"I'll say I'm not!!!!!"
"Then what would you say to jamming your rod up my butt while I go on frigging myself. Would be a wild come for me, and for you too, if I don't mind saying so myself."
"Does sound kind of wild at that."
"And I will be your audience."
"All right, you two, you're on."
I could see that the guy was in a trembling state of erection. I was trembling with passion too, but I knew what I would have to control my own urges if I was going to make any money at it. So I used my urgent passion to work for me.
I went to him and kissed him searingly full on the mouth. Then I led him to the bed. Kissing him passionately once more, I swivelled around and then lowered my mouth to his prick. I began immediately to suck on it, but used careful slow strokes. She had told me just to suck him enough to get him good and aroused, but not enough for him to shoot.
In this position he found himself staring straight down into my cunt. He patted me on the rear, then swiftly stuck two fingers, one into each hole. I moaned and wriggled until they were all the way in. This guy had been around plenty, I could tell.
"You do have a lovely little cunt, do you know that? But I'm a man of different tastes. To me your asshole looks even nicer."
"Thinking about having your cock up there makes me wet, do you know that? A cock up the ass sounds just delicious to me."
With his hands he spread the cheeks of my ass, then dug his two fingers even deeper into my twin holes. I couldn't hold back the moans of passion he was twisting out of me.
"Don't tease me anymore. I want your cock! Give me your cock!"
"Hold on just a while. I want you to play with me some more.!"
This guy wasn't going to get the best of me. I began to nibble and lick on his testicles. He continued to finger me, but gave no signal of being ready to do anything else. So I brought my tongue down lower and stabbed it right into his asshole.
Right above my nose I felt his cock get even staffer and jump in the air.
"Why, you hot little bitch! Now that is dirty pool! Way-out, but still dirty pool! AAAHnnnnn, stop it or you'll make me come."
"Then will you give me what I want?"
"Are you kidding? You've got me so hot that wild horses couldn't keep my cock out of your rear now!"
"Drop your head to the floor dearie and I'll hold your legs up on the bed. You'll be quite a pretty target for him that way."
"You're the boss lady."
Any kick at all was great to me. I did as I was instructed and the old lady held me in position for him. She even greased up my asshole to help him. She was helping me too. Some people might have resented what she was doing, but to me, she was acting as talent agent!
He slid it right into my asshole without any problem at all. In one second he was humping it to me with style and ease. I felt the blood in my veins begin to boil. Even though he had no trouble slipping it in, I was still a nice, tight fit and he grunted his appreciation of this fact.
My friendly madam, meanwhile had started to suck my cunt from her vantage point in holding my legs up and apart for him. I was in heaven. I was in all my glory, being fucked up the ass and eaten out like that.
Everyone was moaning 'and'sighing including myself. Turns out the madam was something of a dyke. That was okay by me. I dug what she was doing and decided even while all this was going on that I would try some of that muff-diving for myself, first chance I got.
I couldn't stop myself from coming right away, and then building for another one. She was frigged herself while she was eating me out, and soon I felt her tremble to her own climax.
All that remained was to feel the come pouring into my asshole. He pumped away like crazy. My madam stopped sucking my cunt and went to sucking his asshole while he worked. In seconds he filled me with his fluids and we were through.
The fifty dollars left for me told me that I was a huge success. The while thing hadn't taken much more than twenty minutes. Two comes for me, one for each of them and I came out with fifty dollars! There was no doubt about it. I had found my calling.
But that wasn't all the old dame had in mind for me. She was going to use me for herself, teach me dykey tricks for the female trade. It was okay by me. I dug the way she had eaten me out, and I wanted to learn how so I could do the same for her.
So I was already primed for sucking cunts when she decided to give me lessons. She asked me point blank how many tricks I knew. And told her that I would take on anything that was thrown to me. We made a bet and she arranged another threesome for the following night.
But this time it was quite different. There was a lot more action for her. I took on some five or six studs for her before this special set-up. Once he got there, she began to lecture me in front of him, sort of like I was a naughty child.
"How many times did you fuck today?"
"Seven times."
"You're lying, you slut. You only fucked six times."
"I'm sorry for lying, but I wanted you to be proud of me."
"Then don't lie. Earn my pride by being a better lay!"
"I'll teach you what happens when you lie to me."
Now she removed the wrapper she was wearing and tossed in on the floor. We both moved over in the bed to make room for her. Naked, she lay down next to me and took me in her arms. There hadn't been any kind of rehearsal. I had no idea of what to expect from her.
"Now tell me again. How have you been behaving?"
"Like a good whore should."
"Then kiss me."
I soul kissed her deeply and she went into quite a bit of passion over it. Then she slapped me across the mouth.
"Your mouth tastes like a cock."
"I was sucking his."
"You filthy slut. And then you dare to kiss me?"
"I am so sorry."
"Sorry isn't enough. You should be punished. What do "you think I should do to you?"
The customer, meanwhile was as dumbfounded as I was. But he didn't say anything. He just kept fisting himself and watching our word game like someone would watch a tennis match.
"All right, all right now. Let me calm you down by frigging you while we talk about this. I know just what you need. And you sir, will have to wait while I take care of her."
"You're being so kind to me when I have been so bad."
I thought she was going to frig me until I came, or maybe go down on me like she had the last time. Just the thought of it was making me quiver with excitement. But I never should have second guessed her. That old whore always had a trick I never heard of up her sleeve waiting for me.
She began to frig my cunt very, very slowly, teasing me more than bringing me close to orgasm. But slow as it was, it was starting to get to me. But the old whore watched all the signs and whenever I got too close she would bring me down again with humiliation.
Her words and her gestures made it seem as if she was trying to soothe me, but now I knew better. She was prolonging the agony as much as possible. Her actions made me think she would let it happen any second now, but that second never came.....and neither did I!"
She wanted me to act masochistic and humble. Finally, without her having to tell me, I caught on and began to play the part.
"You're right, I'm the lowest whore alive. I'll do anything you say to make it up to you. Just tell me what you want. Just tell me and I'll do it."
"All right. I want you to ream out his asshole with your tongue. And when he's had enough of that I want you to eat out my cunt. And after that you can ream out my asshole with your tongue. That should teach you what your mouth is for."
"I'll do it. I'll do it."
I couldn't imagine doing any of that, but she knew if she kept frigging me to the point of torment like she was I would do anything to be allowed to get a load off.
The way she found my clit and keep rubbing it, and rubbing it, and rubbing it. Well, she could have shit on the floor and I would have eaten it, just to be allowed to get a load off.
"That still isn't enough punishment for you. Do you know what else you are going to do?"
"Whatever you say."
I am going to have him fuck me up the ass instead of you. It will be your job to lick his balls, my cunt and then his ass, again and again. While we go at it. And you still be allowed to stop until we both are quite satisfied.
"Yes. Yes. Let's get started."
"Wait. I'm still not through with your punishment. After he fucks me up the ass, it will be your job to lick his cock clean and then lick and suck the come out of my asshole. Then, and only then I may let you get a load off."
"Do you want me to start now."
"Yes. Start eating me."
I took an immediate nosedive between her, thighs and started to suck on her pussylips. She had worked me into such a frenzied state that I went at her like a maniac. I sucked at her fast and furiously, but the miserable bitch remained implacable. No matter what I tried to excite her, she seemed to be unmoved. I should have known better, but I didn't.
"And you sir. You may fuck me up the ass now, if you like."
"I do like. You know how much I dig freaky things."
"But I'll need a little cooperation from one of you to get me started again. Look what's happened."
It seems that during the commotion neither one of us was watching his fist as he worked his cock over. He had gotten a load off while the two of us were playing. I jumped at the chance to get my mouth on him.
"Don't worry. I'll help you."
I fell on top of him in a flash, landing with my cunt smack up against him. Then I started rubbing my hairs against his cock. It answered the friction by popping right up again. We were now all ready to go at it.
The John was all for shoving it right up her ass. But she stopped him.
"No, her tongue first."
She didn't have to ask me twice. I went right to it. I stuck my tongue right up her asshole. Finally she was so hot she was aching for his cock. Then I spread the cheeks of her ass and helped him to get into position. The guy was wild out of his frigging mind by this time.
He got it right up there without any trouble at all. As soon as he was into her all the way she rotated around so I would have a clear target of her cunt. I fell to sucking at it immediately. I was out of my mind too.
With all the action going on around me and the taste of her cunt slick in my mouth, I was just about to come myself. I put my finger to my clit and started to rub.
"Don't you dare frig yourself while you are eating me. That is my pleasure and you don't deserve any of it. And you'd better take it easy with me. I don't want to come before he does and spoil it for him.
Start by licking the lips, then the slit. Now my clit. Ohhhhhhh, at least you can do something right. See what I've done to you? I come here and take your customer. I've got his cock all the way up my ass and what have you got? My cunt and his balls! Lick, lick everywhere. Use your tongue the way it was meant. Suck my cunt, lick his balls. Then ram it up his ass like that."
The heavy groan that escaped the lips of the customer told me that my tongue had hit its mark. It flashed first from one to the other.
"Stop it. Don't tongue him so fast. He'll come too soon and then he won't feel he's got his money's worth. Back to my clit now. Ahhhh. no, not so fast We both want it to last! Slow down Ahhhhhhh, that's it. Now! Harder, faster! both of us. Lick both of us."
After a couple more minutes of this kind of action she didn't have to coach me any more. While I was licking her slit, I massaged his balls. My ears were going deaf from the sounds of their groans of ecstasy.
Then, I felt his body tremble and his balls empty their load up her ass, just as she began to shake with her own orgasm. My tongue was still in her slit, and I licked up every drop of it.
That woman had driven me to sexual madness, I was drunk on her come and I couldn't get enough of it. From that day to this, I've been hooked on sick sex. Anything that sounds disgusting to someone else is what I dig.
And it's a good thing that I'm not ashamed to make money at it. At least this way, I can't be labeled a freak. I guess they just tell themselves that I'm doing it for the money and everyone goes home happy.
But we know the truth, don't we. And it all started with my dear old step-dad.All his fault. Or was it? Maybe more than likely, if he didn't get me that day, I would have gone behind the woodshed with one of the other guys not too long after that. But doing it to stepdad was a kick. A lack that got me started going to all the freaky things there are in sex.
Did you ask me if I'm sorry? No, I am not! And would I want a different kind of life if I had a choice. No, I would not! Maybe I could give up hooking for money, and try it with just one guy. But there never was one man born freaky to keep me going for very long. So I guess this is where I'll stay.
CONCLUSION
In the case we have just studied we can see many forms of perversion in the one hypererotic personality. First, the male customer who desired anal intercourse rather than the more conventional method. It is likely that he would truly desire to be having intercourse with a male body, but refused to see that factor in his own personality.
And so, he was forced to satisfy his desire by turning the woman around and using her rectum. By now seeing her breasts, he could unconsciously imagine that it was a man.
But his unconscious was also telling him that he was sick. And so, he resorted to depraved diversions as well. He gave in to his urge for sexual degradation rather than fight it. Individuals like this are usually undersexed rather than oversexed. By the more conventional methods, this man would not have been able to achieve even one orgasm, much less two in such a short time.
As for the main character of our little story: this is more than likely a hypererotic personality. She would probably be oversexed no matter what the stimulus, even if it had come at a later age.
But the elements of her early stimulus, coupled with guilt for a virginity she still desired, made her desire more deviated forms of sexuality each time. This was a girl who claimed that she loved sex, and enjoyed having it with as many people as possible.
But in reality she hated herself for having such perverse desires. Moreover she longed for a stable family life, something which she felt she had been robbed of.
So at times she found herself hating men, and participated in acts which included other women for this purpose. Hers was an extremely twisted personality, and might have needed many years of careful therapy to restore her to somewhat more normal desires.
But she refused to see it for what it was, and rather defended it than fought it. Her life continued on the same road towards more and more degrading scenes of eroticism until she finally had a severe nervous breakdown and was institutionalized.
CASE HISTORY NUMBER: THREE
NAME: Frank L. AGE: 29
OCCUPATION: Unemployed Aerospace Engineer
I guess every father has told his son stories about how great it would be to have his own personal stable of women running after him, and that they should all be young and desirable, but mostly that there be a lot of them.
But sometimes a guy has a yearning he doesn't understand for women old enough to be his mother. I think they're still normal. For most of them it's a kick and nothing more. I can't believe that a faithful, married guy hasn't from time to time wondered what it would be like to have his prick up one type of cunt after another, and then have them owe him for the favor.
Some of them will try it, maybe once or twice and then go right back to their own wives. They're the ones who chase after their women. But not me. I know how to use them and win.
Me, I could take it or leave it, young or old, didn't much matter. But sex I had to have, and lots of it. As long as I got my rocks off I would take it any way it came, and love the way they would crawl for my prick.
I guess you might call me a male nymph, or maybe a hooker, because lots of them gave me money. But I'm not really doing it for that. It's just the way I got started.
From the time I was a small boy, I could tell from the looks of young and old women alike that I was something special. I was self-confident and arrogant right from the start. Everything about me, the way I carried myself, the way I looked people straight in the eye . ... I made it a point of letting them all know that I knew every damn thing I was doing and I knew that I was the best at it.
I was married twice, both times to nagging, middle-aged, overly aggressive women who drove me crazy during the day and were no damn good in bed at night. I had to work pretty hard at it to get any emotion from them at all. Still I did dig fucking those kind of women and picked some up in bars for one night stands.
At least they dug me, if only for the fact that I keep my body in this kind of top physical shape. I'm not cheap, but I'm not sure that I may not be sick. I don't care what anyone says. I would still make it with one young woman and be faithful to her if I could fine one that could keep me satisified and treat me decently. It's just a kick, that's all, and I still say that it's only temporary.
Would you believe that I'm a college graduate with a Master's Degree in Space Technology? One of my wives put me through school for it, so I would be able to support her in high style. Can't thank her for much. But if nothing else, it did givesme lots of opportunities for meeting the wives of the professors. I was still swinging a lot with young and old at that time, so I never formed a relationship with any of them. Just a quicky and that was the end of it.
Pretty soon the field began to fall apart and I was out of a job and on the unemployment line. There were quite a few months when I was being kicked from office to office, being offered jobs that a high-school drop-out could handle in a breeze. I soon got tired of looking for any kind of work at all.
The weather was nice at that time of year and I would spend a lot of time walking around the main streets of this city, just taking in the sights and the people. Guess quite a lot of them were taking me in too. I am good-looking, aren't I?
You'd have to call me slim, but I'm not lanky-looking at all. And what I do have is all hard muscle. Because my hair is blonde and my eyes blue. I take in the sun as much as possible and use a sunlamp in winter. It shows off my coloring so much better.
Here. Let me show you. You're not shy about having a man stand naked in front of you, are you? See what I mean? I'm a good six feet tall, but still I don't scare the short ones off. Guess once they see this huge pair of balls I'm hung with and my prick . ... my prick looks pretty big, even soft, doesn't it? It is huge hard. That's what the women say. And it doesn't take much to get it charged up. I can tell that you're really not interested in old women, but just standing here naked in front of you, telling you about them, it's starting to get hard already.
But it was still a casual pastime until the day when I was almost broke and living in a sleazy hotel. I was under the shower naked, when one of the cleaning women came in. Instead of going out again, she came into the bathroom and began to play with my balls.
"Do you mind if I do this?"
"No, not at all. Do you mind if I feel you up a little?"
"Please do."
There's something in the way an old woman can pick out a cock for herself and know that she won't be rejected. I don't know that it is. A look, a walk, or what. But they know. In no time at all she was good and horny. So was I. She stripped and came into the shower with me. She dropped to her knees with the water spraying all over her and started to suck me off. Her heavy, sagging breasts and big belly caught the water and made it run down in rivulets.
I didn't want to orgasm in the shower. I didn't-want to get caught in there with her and the door open. We dried each other off with towels and then wrapped them around our hips, only hers didn't cover very much. My erection stood straight out in front of me and she rubbed it through the towel. It made me want to come so badly that I have to hurry to the door and lock it before someone who didn't dig that kind of scene saw us and blew the whistle.
Believe it or not that was the first time that I played the old woman for my rent. But she insisted on being the boss and I let her do what she wanted. She wanted me face down and then made me get down on my hands and knees. Then she stuck her tongue right up my asshole and reached under to play with my balls. I was so excited that I shot my load before she even reamed me out very much. God! Did that ever make her mad. She turned me over. I was soft already.
So I dropped my head and took her tit in my mouth. I knew she was angry and wasn't sure of what she was going to do. Maybe get me thrown out. She was always tough with her men before and didn't know what to expect from me.
Scared as she was, still as I slid my tongue up and around each nipple until they stiffened, she started to moan.
I let one hand slide across her belly and around her waist, then down to her flabby ass. My fingers slid roughly between the two cheeks. My head was still going up and down all the time, as I stuffed first one and then the other into my mouth and sucked on them. Her body was shaking and I plunged my thumb right into her asshole. It was really tight, and tightened even more against my finger.
"Please, please. I never did it this way before."
"You mean you never had a cock up your ass?"
"No, never."
"Then it's time you learned what it's like to be turned the other way around."
Then I pulled myself up, grabbed her and got her into position. I took hold of her big asscheeks and spread them apart. With a hard push on the back, I forced her to bend over. As she bent, her asscheeks separated even more and I could tell that she was telling me the truth.
Her asshole was tightly puckered back there. She had fucked for a lot of cocks with cunt, but never had her ass filled before. That infuriated me even more. Why shouldn't she be as deviated as I expected her to be?
I took my thumb and pressed it into the tight hole, forcing it open, then reached the rest of my hand under her until I could grab her stiff clit and massage it. She was trembling again and moaning. But she was scared as hell I caressed her back with my free hand while I worked her asshole and cunt, trying to get her excited but relaxed.
Finally I pushed my thumb a little harder, and she was relaxed enough for it to go all the way in. I could tell she would be able to take my cock now without much pain. I stood behind her and took my cock in hand, placing it hard against the wrinkled hole.
Then I grabbed hold of her body and pulled her backwards onto my rod. She let out a long, deep sigh as her muscles grabbed onto the prick that was sliding into her.
"Ohh, it's starting to hurt. Slow down. Please take it easy."
"You were in a hurry when you rammed your tongue into me."
"But you've had women do that before, haven't you? And you were so beautiful, I couldn't help myself."
"Okay, okay. I'll take it easy with you."
So I stopped and let her hole get adjusted to the rigid thing inside of her. Soon she was sighing with pleasure again, and I worked my tool slowly further in.
She leaned her head and arms against the wall and closed her eyes. She was sighing and groaning to beat the band. In one swift motion I drove my rod all the way in. It sucked all the breath out of her and she gasped deeply as the full length of my cock filled her hole to the rim.
From then on it was easy. I held onto her tightly and pounded way at her asshole without mercy.. In no time at all she was humping back at me. My hand was friggin her cunt while I was working. I was so mad at that bitch that I wanted her to come before I did. And that's just what happened.
I guess all my hot meat being rammed up her ass like that blew her mind and she soaked my hand with her come.
"So you don't like having it up your ass, do you? Then what's the cream doing all over my hand-Lick it off or I'll split you wide open back there."
I put my hand to her mouth and she licked it off while I continued to whack it to her. Finally, all my fury spilled over and I shot my load right up her asshole. When I pulled out she sighed and dropped to the floor, blubbering.
That was kind of the day of my cure. Guess I realized how ridiculous I must have seemed to any other men who might have seen me chasing after those women. The very same day I went out to a bar and picked up the first young dame who was willing.
Well, we fucked and sucked and did everything in the book. And I found I enjoyed it again. Oh, yes, I still swing both ways from time to time. But it's mostly young broads that I dig now.
I lucked out and found a couple chicks that really know how to make it in the hay. So it's only a little change that I go out looking for withered cunts. And when I find one, I'm the one that calls it quits and not her.
There's this one chick that I found who's homey enough to keep even me happy. We talked about maybe trying a threesome one of these days and she thinks it's a good idea too.
I wonder if that makes it more normal. I mean if you're giving it to an old broad up the ass while you're eating out a young chick or something of that nature. That just makes it a wild kick, doesn't it? And who cares if the old broad taking it up the ass is doing it only for a onetime kick or not?
I just figure that as long as I can make it with young chicks most of the time and only go to the old ones for an occasional kick, then I'm okay.
Maybe I'll even find a young chick I can love someday and settle down. Who knows? But right now, it's kicks wherever I can find it, and I'm very happy. And if I do say so myself, the people I'm making it with, young chicks and old seem to be very happy too.
CONCLUSION
Desire for the elderly is a subject that has been in question since before the dawn of history. Even royalty practiced it at times, probably because of the scarcity of rich young men or strong young women.
We are dealing now, of course with sex between young men and old women. With young women, the relationship is usually quite a bit more complex. There are usually more emotions involved. Women seem to need in their relationships with older men, an emotional tie to the object of their desire, so he must be the image of a father.
They will try to simulate some sort of love relationship, if only to salve their consciences. It would seem that it is closer to their natural instincts for a lasting relationship and so a bit closer to the normal forms of sexual passion.
But most often, with young-to-old sexual relationships it is quite a different thing. Only a very small number will claim that they felt any real passion, much less love for the old woman they had sexual intercourse with.
This illness is rare with young men, more common with young women.
To what extent these men continue their deviated experiences is their secret. Society has made him go underground and he is so insecure he will fight all attempts to help him.
In this story, we dealt with a man who had no firm emotional inclinations one way or the other. What made him one of the devotees of sickie sex was that he would take his kicks wherever he could find them, with young women or old in either the passive or the aggressive role.
Sexual gratification was his sole motivation in life.
CASE NUMBER: FOUR
NAME: Audrey B. AGE: 31
OCCUPATION: Housewife
It all started out as just a kick. We've all been close friends since high school. Many of us married right into the same circle. Those that married outsiders, married people of the same nature.
We've picked up a few singles, also just to make it interesting. Our little town is out of the way for most things, so you can say that it started from sheer lack of entertainment. But also because most of our population happens to be made up of people who you'd just have to call swingers.
There's a lot more done around here than other towns would stand by and let happen.
We've all done our share of sleeping around with friends, wife-swapping and the whole bit. In fact we had done so much of it that we were bored and looking for something new and exciting.
That's when we invented circus time. It's our most special type of orgy. We hold it every few months and those that don't participate have to take care of the booze and refreshments. It takes a fair sized cast, and the rest of our group is the audience. Then we have a big party afterwards and laugh it up.
I was the one that thought it up, so I guess you can call me the producer. I was mistress of ceremonies as well as one of the chief players. They call me the top nymph around here, so you can see why I wouldn't be willing to miss out on all that action.
Showing off is one of my kicks. Everybody has their own special thing around here, and I guess you can say that's mine. I dig putting on shows for people. I'm an out-and-out exhibitionist. And why not?
I was putting on my own private little shows for the guys of the town long before the circus got started, and they were always asking for more. It wasn't easy for me to control myself enough with all those hot cocks and sweet pussies laying around the stage, but I did manage to put on the first show nevertheless.
Besides doing some fancy fucking, we're supposed to be putting on a sort of play for the audience. I was the best of all, of course, I could smile, laugh and clown around. I could do it all stark naked in front of a crowd, taking a cock in my cunt, up my ass, and a cunt in my mouth all at the same time.
As many ways of getting fucked at the same time as possible. Can you imagine the kind and number or orgasms you can get off in a scene like that? And for a really special treat, we would sometimes use equipment and animals.
We would have music, costumes and stage props. The audience was even served peanuts and popcorn. And after the show was over, during the party, the audience could choose anyone they liked for a go at it themselves.
Sometimes the audience was very rude. They would play with themselves or starting fucking their neighbor before the curtain even came down. And you really wouldn't believe who some of the staunchest supporters of our little show company were!
One of them was a minister from a neighboring town. He came into our little theater one night by mistake and never went back to his home town again! We have some people in official capacities and I can't tell you their titles, because it would all be over for us if it got out.
But let me tell you about one of our older lady participants. In bed at home, her husband claimed she was frigid. But when she came to watch our little circus, she would sit in the audience and frig herself until she came four or five times. Then she was hot to trot with any comets after the show. Her old man told us that once she got home again, she was her old pompous, frigid self again!
Would you like to hear about the best show I ever put on? We had gotten a couple of really well-hung studs into the crowd and they inspired me no end.
The group's tastes were getting even more freaky all the time, and I was really struggling to come up with something unusual. So for a couple of weeks before the scheduled show date we all sat around in one big meeting, trying to arrange something that would really knock them on their ears. It would give me an extra charge if they were really shocked out of their heads!
There was this one guy who would never take part. But he was always in the audience and never missed a minute of it. In the couple of years that we'd been holding the circus, I can swear that he never had his prick into anyone or anything. Most of the time, he never got it out of his pants.
He never missed one of our orgies either. He'd come right in to the middle of it and sit in an easy chair, sipping tea with all kinds of fucking going on around him. For kicks I would have all the girls and guys parade around the room naked in a circle around me. We told him he could select a few of us to perform for him.
While everyone was arranging themselves for the group fuck he would gab on and on about the state of the world, some of his best business deals, and the trouble with the younger generation.
Then, every so often he would look up and tell someone to suck that man's cock, or fuck this other girl....things like that! They would do as he told them, and he would go on talking as if he were in a church or something. You couldn't tell if he was being affected in any way. In fact, the only way we knew we had accomplished anything was that his eyes would roll back in his head and he would let out a groan.
The bulge in his pants would shudder and pop up. He wouldn't even bother to take his cock out of his pants and would wet himself with his come every time. So he always carried an oversized trenchcoat to cover what had happened when he went out in the street.
Now this guy was a judge and his father before him had been a judge in the very same town. Many of the members of his family were active in politics. His mother's side was the top family in local society. He himself had gone through three wives and divorced them. Only our group ever found out why.
He was a freak, you see, just like the rest of us. He would force his wives to piss on him and shove bananas up their asses and stuff like that. Most of it was really harmless, but when they came from the kind of background that those ladies did, I guess the humiliation of it all was too much for them to stand. In our little group it would have been considered just another pastime.
So our group inherited the judge when nobody else would have him. He wasn't that old, just about in his middle fifties. But he'd had it when it came to the polite social life. With us it was quite another story.
I was curious about him for the longest time, and so were a lot of us. Every one of us offered to do anything he wanted for him, just to see if he knew how to fuck at all. But he would just laugh his deep belly laugh and order another cocktail for himself.
I'd always suspected that he was more than capable of fucking. Guys like him sometimes have certain operations or medical conditions which make it impossible for them to hold a hard-on long enough for fucking. My sex sense told me that maybe it was something like that with the judge.
Well, if it was a handicap like that, he certainly took the whole thing very well. He never complained, or got rough or nasty with anyone. Just watched us all get out kicks, got his jollies and then went home.
I kept right on trying for him. Guess I kind of felt sorry for him. And there was something else. He was the only guy in the group into middle age. Me, I was only twenty-four when I started this, so fucking a guy his age would have been a groove to me. Just never happened, is all.
But he was good to me for all the trouble I went to for him. Once or twice somebody from the outside tried to get us busted. Our charges were always mysteriously dismissed.
It was right after the time he had done one of his special favors for us that we decided to put on the best circus of all in his honor. I even went so far as to write a script and stage a little dress rehearsal in the afternoon to make sure everyone got their stunts right. That could have been a mistake, because some of the guys got their rocks off too many times and couldn't get it up again to go on at night. But there were always a couple were willing to take their places.
Finally, I got them all calmed down enough and I sat down with my favorite couple and worked the whole thing out myself. The show was to have a little bit of everything and the closing number would be a special tribute to the judge.
My only problem was making sure that the judge's heart, and the state of his cock, would be able to stand all the excitement. I wanted to shock the shit out of him, but I didn't want to kill him.
We opened the show with a boy and a girl doing a striptease routine, complete with a drumroll of music and bumps and grinds. They were throwing their spangled clothes all over the place. To liven the action the people out in the audience were stamping, catcalling and clapping to the music as they got down to the skin.
You know those apache numbers where the guy tosses the girl around the room while they dance? Well, these two did their version. Only they were nude, and every time he tossed her or grabbed her it was with a finger up her cunt or ass. Or he would pick her up from the ground by grabbing onto the nipple of one of her tits and pulling. He would throw her down on the floor and she would lap at his balls, lying on her back.
Then she would jump up for him to catch her. She threw her legs around his waist and up went his cock, right into her gaping cunt. They walked around and sort of fuck-danced like that. The girl couldn't take too much and fame a gusher, pouring down the front of his body. We all laughed and laughed. Then the number was over.
For the next number we had a demonstration of sixty-nine combinations. First a boy and a girl walked out on the stage. She took his hard cock in her mouth and he turned her upside down, standing in the air. Then he buried his face in her cunt. A drum roll and another girl came out. She got down on her knees and started tonguing the guy's ass. Another drumroll and another guy came out. He laid on his back and slid under the girl, until he could stick his tongue up and lap her cunt.
Then they all switched partners. The girls got together and sucked at each other's cunts, while squeezing their tits. The fellows sucked each other's cocks, while fingering their asses.
As the last position, they formed a live chain, each with their mouths on the other's organ. The audience really dug that last routine, especially the judge. His eyes were rolling around and he dropped his cocktail glass on the floor. I thought we were pretty terrific myself, and I was one of the links in the chain!
Third on the billing was a lesbian number. Three girls came out and sucked each other's tits, fingered cunts, and finally did the dildo routine. All this, of course, was complete with sound effects. You should have seen the guy's eyes bulge out when one of the girls strapped on a twelve inch dildo, and the girl took it in like it was someone's pinkie.
She put it into her an inch at a time and everyone standing in the back counted as she went. The girl who took it in ground around on it to a calypso rhythmn, but she fumbled and orgasmed. So they had to end the number in a hurry.
We did the same with two teenage boys. First they sucked each other's cocks from acrobatic positions, then one guy shoved his cock up the other's ass, while he jerked himself off to the rhythm of the music. They were only allowed to simulate an orgasm as I was planning to have the both of them later for myself and didn't want them to use up their ammunition.
INTERVIEW TWO
For the straight number I had written a little play, complete with scenery. It took place in the bedroom of a young boy who is studying for the ministry. The curtain opens on him in the nude lying on his bed and reading the bible. There is a knock at the door and he goes to open it.
"I have come to devote myself to your following."
(The girl was an especially pretty young thing with a very innocent expression and a gentle way about her.)
"What a lovely young thing you are. You'll be a credit to the faith."
"Then you will have me?"
(A maniacal chuckle, and then) "Of course I will have you."
(Aside) "I always do."
"I offer myself to you and the faith just as I am, pure and unblemished."
"Then I think a pure kiss to seal the bargain is in order."
He takes her mouth with great passion. She returns it gently. Then he slips his hand under her skirt and says:
"Show me how devoted you are."
"Let me get undressed and I will."
"Slowly and with a great deal of turning and moving around so that the audience can see every inch of her, she strips. Then she poses naked in front of him.
"You see. I am pure and unblemished, just as I promised."
As I said before she was really quite lovely. I dug her a lot myself. She had the whitest skin I had ever seen and jet black hair above and below. Her body was softly perfect, with breasts that were neither too small or too large to spoil her delicate appearance. She reminded me of a Venus straight out of a Renaissance painting.
He takes her by the hand and puts her on the bed. Once she is in his arms, she murmurs:
"My whole aim in life shall be to please you. You need only ask for anything your heart desires and I shall do it for you."
"Then let me fuck you."
"Oh yes, yes. Fuck me until you flood my cunt with your pure come!"
With that she spreads her legs to the limit and throws her arms around his neck. He rams his cock into her and goes through all the motions of fucking her, but makes a point of almost pulling all the way out so that the audience can see it going in time and time again.
They go at it until they both get their rocks off and then she goes into the gratified servant routine:
"For you I would do anything. You can fuck my cunt, my ass, my mouth, between my tits or under my arms if you like. Or you can have them all. For you I have the strength of ten women."
Again they soul kiss passionately, and the ace stud gets hard immediately. He lies with his front facing us so that we can watch it grow. She climbs up on top of him on her belly and swivels around so that her head is buried between his legs.
From this position, while she is sucking him off, the audience had an excellent view of her pretty cunt. Her asscheeks were spread for this, so we could also see a lovely, tiny asshole. Yeah, J sure dug her. And that asshole was made for surprises. But I'll tell you about that later.
He spreads her cheeks with his hands, then sticks one finger in. We could all see that she was genuinely hot for him, her juices flowing freely between her thighs.
She had been sucking his cock and licking his balls. Now she bent her head down even lower and struck her tongue into his asshole.
Then they lay down again side by side. He turned her around and quickly shoved his cock right up her asshole. He was a large stud, and the fact that he could shove it all the way into her in one thrust t tells you just how well-versed in the art of fucking she was.
Her asshole was like a fine leather sheath for a surgeon's instruments. It was a tight fit, but one that could be entered with no trouble whatsoever. With a quick maneuveur they switched positions so that she was lying on top of him with his cock up her ass, her legs spread wide.
He put his hand between her legs and started to finger her at the same time. She was a hot bitch, and she started moaning as soon as his cock rammed into her. This scene lasted for about ten minutes. She came four times during the act, but that guy was really amazing! He kept his control through the whole thing.
Her sounds at times were like the baying of a wolf. Then she put her hand to her clit and started to masturbate while singing a hymn. This positively cracked us all up.
She frigged herself so slowly in time with the slow hymn she was singing that you found yourself concentrating on her hand to see if it was moving at all. He too managed to keep humping her asshole down to the rhythm of the song. But he was one great stud, no question about it.
Then she burst into "Glory, glory, hallelujah", and they both started going at it like crazy. I turned my head aside to check on the judge. There was his rod, jiggling his orgasm. But he didn't take his eyes off the couple for a second.
Just in time too, because the guy on stage was about to shoot his load. He pushed up his whole body, sending hers practically flying into the air. They both came together and the scene is over.
The show was so good, in fact, that for the very first time, our judge wanted to fuck someone right on the spot. We all lined up for him and for laughs, I blindfolded him. Then I got in the line and someone walked him up and down, with him grabbing and feeling us all up as he went along. Finally, he stopped by one and said "It". It was me.
Everyone crowded around us to see what the old guy had in mind. If he was going to fuck me, this would be a monu mental occasion, and no one wanted to miss it.
He was laughing and waving his champagne glass around, inviting everyone in the house to join in the circle. I asked him if he was sure that this was what he wanted and he said yes.
Then he had one of the boys put me up on the coffee table. He spread my legs for me, and then asked for a bib and a spoon. So that was it!
And I'll be damned if he didn't take that teaspoon and kept dipping into my slit, scooping up my juices and licking the spoon. Then with a great shout of, "this takes too long. Let me at your snatch!"
He put both his arms around my hips and picked my legs up on both his shoulders. He started to muffdive me like a champ, digging his tongue into my slit, and making loud slurping sounds as he lapped up my juices. Sure enough, there goes the bulge in his pants again, and I watch as his cream spills out down his pants leg.
We had finally converted him to active sex in our group. And later on that night I did get him to fuck me. I was right. Fucking for an old guy like that was a kick. There were so many wild kicks at our little circus.
CONCLUSION
Voyeurism of mixoscopis as it is called scientifically, is the sexual excitement aroused by the sight of sexual scenes, or even simply of the sexual organs of the opposite sex. To some extent this is entirely normal. This may be simply due to the rigid conventional secrecy in which the naked body is usually held.
Many men who we could easily consider to be normal have in their youth sought opportunities of watching women in their bedrooms, and there have been probably quite a few women who have peeked in keyholes and such when they thought there was something going on in a man's room.
In this case, we have seen a man who could only become sexually aroused when seeing the act of sex, while he could not find excitement when he was an actual participant.
Most of the extremes of sexual deviations are found in men. They are extremely rare in women. But exhibitionism is one that can be found among members of the female sex.
It is a form of erotic symbolism in which an adequate equivalent of intercourse is found in the simple act of displaying the sexual organs to persons of the opposite sex. The court rosters will show that this is probably the most common sexual offense of all.
Usually, the exhibitionist is satisfied with the mere act of self-exhibition and the emotional reaction which that act produces. They seldom make demands on the people to whom they expose themselves. They seldom masturbate, and usually their desires are completely gratified by the display of their organs and by the emotional reaction which they suppose it aroused in the spectator. When that reaction is evoked, he is satisfied and relieved.
The woman who told her story was an extreme and unusual case. She was highly sexed to begin with. And she was also able to derive satisfaction from actual intercourse. But she wasn't totally gratified by this and sought additional stimulus through exhibitionsim.
CASE NUMBER FIVE
NAME: Annette D. AGE: 26
OCCUPATION: Prostitute
Now I'm a girl that can go from being fucked four times without a let-up to picking up a whip and beating the guy who just did it without batting an eye! I've been at this for fifteen years. That's right, and I'm only twenty-six now. I was raised and trained to be devoted to the divine ordinance of sensuality.
I was born and raised in a small province of France. My father was a very strange man, and there had been rumors going around the town that he had some odd sex habits.
When I was fifteen he decided that I should join this special "order" I didn't know anything about. I presumed it was a religious one. What else could it be?
Besides, in a small French town, if a girl's father cannot provide her with a sufficient dowry, there is very little else she can do for financial support.
I even went so far as to ask permission to select which order I would like, to enter, but all he did was laugh. There would only be one calling for me! He had been watching my body blossom into ripe perfection for some time. And now he told me that he had the perfect place for me to spend a good many years. He had already made the arrangements many months before.
So off I went, railroad ticket in hand and a few pennies of pocket money to the speeial "retreat" situated high up in the French Alps. I had never heard of it, but when my father discussed it in our parlor one night with some of his close friends, they congratulated him on his cunning. He had told me that he visited the place very often.
He said he always came back well gratified and refreshed. He also told me that the followers of this, order were of a stronger devotion than any he had ever met. That their work held the highest possible reward for them. All very vague, but all very meaningful.
A man whom I assumed to be one of the leaders of the order, met me at the station. His uniform looked a little strange, but I couldn't put my finger on what made it look different.
Was it the cut of the jacket, or were his pants just a little too tight for modesty?
Well, I figured it wasn't my place to be curious about such things. He spoke very little to me in the car on the way up the steep mountain that led to the retreat. He introduced himself only as Father John, the male leader of the order and that he hoped I would be a good and obedient follower.
I answered him with an enthusiastic "yes" and he said nothing more to me on the two hour trip. That really didn't matter to me at the time. I was too excited by the breathtaking scenery around me to notice the stony silence or the fact that I was riding in the back of a very expensive limousine, not a parish-type car at all.
The life would be more exciting than tranquil, I was thinking to myself on the trip. Maybe they would make me a shepherdess. I had taken care of our flock at home. Or maybe I would cook and sew. I was good at those things too. Would I be lucky enough to get some higher education and maybe become a teacher in one of their schools? There were so many wonderful ' possibilities to fill my head with. I just couldn't wait to get there and get started.
Now as I looked just a little farther up the hill I could see the high stone walls of the retreat. Originally this had been some lord's castle. And quite a fortress it was, too. There were many towers and high stone staircases leading to who knew what? And there seemed to be a great deal of land laid out between the-walls and the castle.
There was just the slightest hint of danger in the air, but how could an innocent girl from the country notice it? From my eyes all I could see was a sort of halo, encompassing the entire area.
Finally we were at the gate, and two men in monk's habits swung them open for the car to pass through. As we swung up the drive I could see all the nuns in their black uniforms lined up behind what I guessed was the Mother Superior to greet me. Just behind them was another row of girls dressed completely in white. "The novitiates", I said to myself. Soon I would become one of them.
This "Mother Superior" greeted me on behalf of the entire order, and kissed me on both cheeks by way of greeting. I wondered if she wasn't just a little bit more than devoted, or the chaste and motherly kind it should have been. Well, maybe she was just a very gracious person, I thought.
She escorted me down the row of girls and introduced me to each one of them by the names they had taken when they entered the order. I was too busy getting acquainted with everyone to notice that the gates had been locked behind me and there was no way for me to leave the place.
Then one of them, Sister Ann, was assigned the job of showing me around and getting settled. She took me to the cell that would be my personal home for the rest of my life. Between the stone walls there was very little. A narrow cot, a small bureau, a lamp and a shelf. But the thing that stunned me most about the room was the full length mirror at the opposite end of the bed. A nun's room with a mirror? Unheard of!
The very first glimmer of anxiety passed through my mind just then. But I figured that there had to be an explanation for it, and when the time came I would get an explanation.
My bureau was empty. I wondered when I would be given my habit. So many questions. But this had to stop. I had placed my life in their hands and I would have to trust them with it.
Sister Ann came back and took me to dinner in a very large dining hall. The fare was simple, but nourishing. Then I was instructed to go back to my room and bathe. There was to be a special ceremony that night, and the proper dress for the occasion was laid out for me. She told me she would be back later to help me get ready.
I did as I was told, taking a long and luxurious bath in one of the big tubs in the washing room. I scrubbed extra hard, the cold water and harsh soap making me feel all the purer. When I got back to my room, neither Sister Ann or my clothes had arrived yet, so I used the time to try and figure out what the mirror was for. About a half hour later there was a knock at the door and Sister Ann entered with an armful of some filmy white fabric.
But before she would allow me to inspect the garment, she got around to explaining what kind of life I had been signed up for.
"You don't seem to be aware of it, so it is time that I told you just what kind of order this is. It is a sexual order. You will pledge yourself to fuck, suck, take it up the ass, and screw with women. Every form of sex imaginable will be part of your calling, and you will not flinch from one of them, do you understand?"
"But ... but, how can that be? I came here to become a nun, not a prostitute. I can't do any of these things. My father...."
"Your father is one of the founders of this order."
Then before I could say another word, Sister Ann flashed a riding crop which she had tucked carrying under the folds of her robe. She quickly wielded it around and smacked me, hard across the hip. Even through the coarse fabric of my clothes, the sting was terrific.
"Now that your future has been assigned to us you have nothing more to say in the matter. There is no escape for you from here. You must either follow the rules of the order or be beaten into submission. If you fight us too hard, it could mean your death. And your father will not help you escape from here, that I promise. He gave us express instructions to make you one of the best. So if you are obedient and do a good job of being a sex slave, you will have a good time and be amply rewarded. The choice is up to you."
Maybe you might think that wasn't much of a choice. But even if they had allowed me to leave, where would I go? My father would kill me if I came home. And I had no money to try to make it in the outside world. So I resigned myself to my erotic fate under the threat of the whip. Only after my firm promise of submission was I allowed to dress in the ceremonial garments.
Now I was led to the ceremonial hall and arranged with the other novitiates who would be introduced that night, I was surprised to hear that most of them had come willingly. But there were still quite a few, who, like me had been sold into sexual slavery by their fathers. Not until I was there a very long time did I learn just how much our fathers had received for our virginity.
The ceremonial room of the retreat had been especially decorated for the occasion. Even though the entire purpose of the order was a sexual one, still it had established certain traditions and rituals which had to be followed. There was a psychological reason for this. It usually worked that the more reluctant girls got caught up in the ritual and soon became believers.
The hall was kept rather dim, except for the black candles that were blazing from every niche and balcony. At the end of the long hall, lit by a hundred huge black candles was a raised platform holding a velvet couch covered with black drapes. Originally the hall must have been used for almost the same purpose ... for a king of some nobleman to receive callers. If they had only known what kind of a society would take over....
On the couch sat the Mother Superior, carrying her role much more like an evil queen than a nun. Her uniform was of the sheerest black gossamer which hung to the floor but was slit at both sides, up the front and the back. Any way she moved, her sexual organs were exposed to all those present.
Above her throne hung a huge goldleaf replica of an erect penis, the symbol of the following. From where I was trying to crouch and not be noticed, I could see the Mother Superior surveying the line of initiates. No one could miss that she was licking her lips with anticipation at what was about to happen to all us innocent young girls.
Sister Ann, as it turned out, was the second in command, and assisted at all these rituals. She was kneeling in front of the Mother Superior, wearing the very same uniform. To the sides were arranged in the galleries those already initiated into the order and behind them the men.
In the center and kneeling just behind Sister Ann were the postulants, including me. My uniform was the same as theirs, only white. Our breasts were left bare. We wore only long filmy skirts, also slit at the four sides.
Each of us was given a long, unlit black candle to hold in our right hands.
Smiling and happy that all the preparations were in order, the Mother Superior gave the signal for the first initiate to be brought forward. They told me later that my father was in the gallery watching, and had wanted me to be the first that night.
But I had managed to get behind a few of the girls. It didn't help. Sister Ann came looking for me and dragged me out from behind. She picked me out immediately from the crowd, and grabbed my wrists, bringing me forward to kneel at the altar. I had been carefully instructed with the crack of the whip in my responses to the ceremony, and I did as I had been warned to.
When we were in front of the black-draped throne, I knelt. My garment fell away to the sides, revealing the cheeks of my ass to all who were behind me.
"Why have you come to us?" the Mother Superior barked out to the crowd. "To become a Sister of Sin."
"Why do you want to become such a nun?"
"Because I believe in all the virtues of sexuality."
"And what will you bring to this order?"
"Everything in sex that I can do with any part of my body worthy of it."
All of us were caught up in the mysterious trance of the ceremony and now all of the initiates were ordered to continue with the answers.
"Do you promise to obey all orders without question?"
"Do you promise to accept any punishment adjudged to you without protest?"
Next the Mother Superior instructed Sister Ann to bring me forward to pass my first test. I was ordered to lie face down across a bench placed on the altar, which I did.
In doing this, my ass was bared completely. A paddle was produced and Sister Ann began to administer a beating across my bare ass and thighs. This continued until I was screaming. My flesh was stinging and bright red from the beating.
"Now then, you may rise."
"You may thank your Mother Superior for the beating you have just received."
With this last command Sister Ann removed the gown from the body of the Mother Superior. The naked leader then turned her back to me. I knew what was expected of me. I knelt and kissed her ass.
The next command was to stand aside, and the leader lay down on the couch and spread her legs over the side. The front of her body, and especially, her slit, were facing the assembly.
"Now kneel between the legs of our leader and show her how humbly you accept your role in the order."
Now I had been instructed in how to go about eating cunt by Sister Ann in her room. At first, I had gagged at just the description of it. So Sister Ann had beaten me until I knelt between her legs, and stuck my tongue into her slit. She made me lick it until she came. Then I threw up and she beat me some more. By the time she had dropped three loads of cream into my mouth, I had the idea, and I had begun to like it a little.
Now I crawled between the woman's legs and pressed my face into her steaming crotch. Her mouth and tongue found their mark immediately. The audience was treated to a view of my reddened ass as I ate the woman's hot cunt.
This time I did my job well, and the woman came quickly. She let out a long sigh of pleasure as her juices poured out of her gaping slit.
Now that I was initiated I rose, and the black filmy gown of the Sisters of Sin was put over my head. I was now required to lie back on a white silk chaise with my legs spread. Then each nun in turn came up to the altar and kissed the cunts of all those who had been initiated with me as the physical symbol of them all.
I can see from the horrified look on your face, that you think this is all too way-out to be true. But I promise you that it is very, very true. The only reason I am here in this country and telling you about it is that the secret police finally caught up with my father and the other leaders of the group. By the time I was free to go, I had come to love my work. I was an expert in the field of fucking and came here looking for the very same thing. But back to my story.
The biggest surprise of the whole ceremony, and one that I was not prepared for, was Sister Ann as the last one in line. Not only did she kiss my cunt, but she stuck her wet tongue in and began to eat me out. Her reward was the very first raging orgasm of my life.
The closing token was the Mother Superior taking the unlit candle, then quickly breaking my maidenhead by shoving it into my cunt all the way up to the hilt. She pulled it out, and as my blood flowed, the candle was lit and placed on the rack, which would soon be filled with all the candles of those other novices who happened to be virgins.
Each was broken the same way in their turn. After it was all over, all we girls were permitted to retire to our own rooms to rest up from the ceremony. The next morning the classes in prostitution began.
I guess you would have to call it, well, prostitution, even though we didn't receive any cash for ourselves. All the money we made was turned back to the retreat to keep the place going. I'm sure a good portion of it went into my father's pocket, and the other men like him, too.
In spite of the high state of excitement the muff-diving and the ceremony had put me into, I cried myself to sleep that night. There were some kicks, I had learned, sure. But there was also pain and suffering.
But the worst humiliation was at least over. I had resigned myself to my fate and was determined to make the best of it. As it turned out I got ample pleasure in exchange for my suffering. But right then I was suffering more than anything else.
There were a few good points about the life that lay ahead of me. Aside from the obvious one of having all the sex I could handle, we were allowed to sleep late in the mornings, and indulge in luxurious baths and make-up session, and gourmet quality food. We girls, of course, took it as one of the finer points of our lives. But in reality it was all carefully calculated to keep us in attractive and agile form for the high number of customers we had to handle.
Obviously, our greatest appeal was the innocent appearance we put forth. The customers knew they were paying for prostitutes, but our appearance as nuns served their animal needs that are in every man to ravish innocence.
For my first, I was told to wait in a pew of . the mock chapel for the man who would be sent to me. I was to play the part of the sweet innocent, but lustful nun. My customer had had many of our girls before. It was part of his own ego-kick that we enact the entire scene of the ravished nun. I was also warned that he wouldn't hesitate to complain to the Mother Superior, and she to my father, if my performances was not up to par.
Even though the cross at the altar was crooked and tainted, I found myself kneeling before it, even though I was naked under the long, white nun's habit. I knew that the next few minutes would change my life forever. I had been trained to want it, and yet I was afraid. I prayed for the courage to go through with it. Then I remembered the pleasure that awaited me after the first problems. I began to feel braver.
As I was kneeling there, with my face buried in my hands, I felt my skirt being lifted up from behind. Too frightened to move, I stayed frozen in the kneeling position. A thrilling mixture of fear and excitement swept over me as I felt the air carressing my bare skin.
"My dear, you have such a lovely ass," the disembodied voice said to me.
I knew that I should say something to encourage him, but I was too frightened to speak.
"I would like to get a closer look at it," he said.
Now I felt him spreading my asscheeks, and then a shock of excitement shot through me as he planted a kiss deep between them. Soon I felt his tongue licking my asshole.
Try as I did, I simply could not keep my body from quivering. He took this as a sign that he should continue. And now his face pushed its way more deeply between the cheeks. His tongue was digging deeply into my asshole.
"Oh, your tongue in there feels so good."
Was this my voice I was hearing saying those sexy words? But it did feel good. I certainly wasn't lying.
The man must have felt that his hard-on was getting unbearable, because I heard him unzip his pants to let it out of its fabric prison. As he continued to lick my asshole, his hand moved around to frig my cunt.
He rubbed it just inside the hairy outerlips, and soon it was wet with my passion. He dug his finger in a little deeper to find my clit. Then he began to stroke it.
"I can't take anymore. I must have you ... AND NOW!!"
He straightened up and grabbed me roughly by the back of the neck. Then he dragged me back to the pews and laid me down. I knew what was going to happen next and I wanted it ... badly! He had aroused me enough to make me eager to submit. As he was busy dropping his pants and shorts, pulled the skirt of my habit up high enough to give him free acess to the bottom half of my body.
For the very first time in my life, I was face to face with an erect penis. It frightened and delighted me all at the same time. If those cunt-sucking women had felt so great, then this had to be sensational, I told myself.
The man knelt between my outspread legs, and with his rockhard cock in one hand, he spread the lips of my cunt with the other.
"Please don't hurt me," were all the words I could find to say.
"I wouldn't dream of harming a nun", the man growled in my ear.
"All I'm going to do is jam this hot prick into your cunt as far as it will go, and I am going to pound away at your body until I fill it with my cream. But harm a nun ... I wouldn't dream of it."
Now he lowered himself onto my almost virginal body.
"Nuns are supposed to be obedient. Now you will obey my hard-on."
I was too horney to think of making a protest. A tremor of pure pleasure swept through me as I felt the angry, swollen head of his rod push between the lips of my cunt and find its way inside.
Every prick is enormous to a virgin, but his was actually outsized! They told me later that so many women had turned him down when it came to taking it into their slits, that they had turned him on to strange ways of getting his rocks off.
As huge as it looked when I was watching it hover over my body, it felt like it was three feet long and half again wide once it was inside of me.
Now he was panting and sweating as his whole body began to slam up and down on my belly. His frigging me had provided my cunt with ample lubrication, so the rod he was plunging into me now afforded me much more pleasure than discomfort. He continued to hump me, as his hands slid under my robe to grope at my tits.
A new twinge of pleasure burst inside of me, as my nipples became sensitized, softened and erect. What I had been so mortally afraid of, had become nothing but great joy for me. A scream pulled itself out of my body as I shook with my shattering orgasm. The locking of my muscles on the rod buried in me was a trigger to his come too, and instantly I felt his cream shooting deep into my belly.
Before he picked up his pants and left me, he complimented me on my style and promised that he would put in a good word with the Mother Superior. Then he walked out and left my lying in the pool of our mutual come.
I was too exhausted to move right away, and since no one would enter the room until I came out to tell them that I was through, I used the few peaceful minutes to think about what had just happened.
All right, so they made me do some disgusting things with a bunch of women which turned out to be not so disgusting at all. They beat me with a riding crop and a paddle. But then I was rewarded with being frigged by the same person who punished me, and they let me come. We eat well and have a pretty good time when there aren't any customers. There's no rent to pay. There's always a doctor around in case we need one. We don't have to get up with the roosters. Maybe this isn't the life I would have chosen for myself. But now that I've been forced into it, I could think of a lot worse.
Once I had all this settled in my mind, I paid a lot more attention to the fucking lessons they gave us. I was taught to suck cock in several different styles and positions, then to swallow the come without choking. In a short time I could take it up the ass as well as the cunt.
Further on in my lessons I learned to play the butch as well as the feminine roles in the sack with a woman, complete with dildoes and the whole routine. Much later we got into the sado-masochism stuff. Not that I wasn't familiar with some of it from the little discipline routines when I didn't do my lessons well. But that's just some of it.
INTERVIEW TWO
It seems that the Mother Superior wasn't into this for the money. She was a genuine nymphomaniac and she was ready to fuck anyone and in any way at the drop of a hat.
There was this one customer who couldn't make up his mind which one of us he wanted. So she, myself and another one of the girls were assembled for him. A lot of time went by and still he couldn't make up his mind. Why, his cock wouldn't even get hard! So Mother Superior provided an answer that was not only good for her.
"Let me make the choice for you. I will give you Colette to try out. And in the meantime you may also be interested in seeing what Sally here and I can do with each other. It may help your hard-on and after seeing our performance, you may want to try one of us after Colette."
Having the good sense to get things going, Colette turned to the man and opened his pants.
The excitement of what he had been promised, did him some good. His rod wasn't completely limp when she took it out for him. "I guess it won't take much fondling to get that thing ready for action."
She reached further into his pants and cupped his balls in her hands. Then she squeezed and squeezed. That did it. He was ready to go.
"Why don't we all get undressed, suggested the Mother Superior.
Since we were inside the immediate walls of the retreat and were all dressed in our filmy uniforms, we didn't have very far to go before we were all completely nude.
His eyes were glued to our bodies, so Mother Superior and I embraced immediately. The nipples of our tits rubbed against each other as we soulkissed deeply. We also rubbed our belbes together creating friction for our cunts. The man's eyes were wide open and staring into the heat that we were building up.
Watching all the body action had given the man a complete erection, and he was now anxious to get started with his own. We two fell to the floor locked in a passionate embrace, and Colette took her customer to the couch.
Catching her cue from the way we were playing with each other's bodies, she began to do the same with the man. We were hungrily sucking each other's tits, so Colette picked up one of hers and fed it to the hungry mouth of the man. Her hand moved down to his crotch and she began to play with his balls. Against her hand she could feel that his cock was getting harder and harder.
By this time we two were furiously fingering each other's cunts. The man saw this and it made him hotter. He stopped to watch what we were doing, but he couldn't take doing nothing for very long.
From his position just to the side of us, he could see the Mother Superior with her legs spread wide. He had an excellent view of her dark-haired slit spreading open to reveal the redness of the inner lips behind there. Then he saw me go down between her legs and soon he heard the slurping sounds of me eating her cunt.
Now, as we squirmed around a little, we were able to maneuveur into the sixty-nine position. That was all the watching the red-hot man could take. He rolled my sister-companion over onto the couch on her back. Immediately her legs flew up in the air to make room for his body.
The position she had now taken made her ass into a firm and fleshy frame for her gaping slit. God, did. it look delicious to me! The slit was nicely pink and gaping, but it got ever so much wider and more inviting as she spread it apart with her fingers.
He couldn't hold himself back one second longer and he rammed his rod roughly and all the way in. She let out a little cry of pleasure-pain at the harsh intrusion of his big organ into her body. But after that we heard nothing but grunts and groans of pleasure.
This man was obviously no gentleman when it came to fucking. He drove straight into her and began pounding her hard, while Colette moaned and spouted filthy words that were guaranteed to drive the customers wild!
It worked well on him. He was really ramming it into her now, pounding hard against her belly with every stroke. The friction of this hard pounding was making her passage raw and red-hot with the friction of it. He slipped his hands under her ass and grabbed onto her cheeks.
Colette was one of the girls who had come willingly to the retreat. She had figured that as long as she enjoyed getting fucked so much she might as well make a career of it. She was cursing and kicking out her delight at having a big, hot prick up her cunt. She felt herself coming and slammed back at him to get the most out of the orgasm that was now exploding deep within her.
The man didn't let even a minute go by before his own cream was mixing with hers. He ground his belly tightly against hers and dug his fingers into her ass, holding her up as tightly as possible against him, as he poured out his load of scum into her cunt.
Then he fell down hard on her stomach, and left her gasping for air. In the meantime, the Mother Superior had not allowed me to stop eating her just because the man was well into his fucking. As I said before, she was a dyed in the wool nymph, and thoroughly enjoyed every bit of what she was doing. It wasn't that bad for me either as she was kind enough to be eating me out at the same time. I was getting a whole lot of erotic pleasure for my efforts.
Colette and her customer, now a little rested, sat up to watch us at the height of our pleasure. We were going at it as we were the only two people in the world, and sex the only thing to be going. Our tongues were lapping wildly at our cunts and clits. Arms and legs were flying around, like two people in the wrestling match of their lives.
Soon we had both climaxed, and the Mother Superior stretched and yawned like a cat.No one could love their life's work more than she did. I could understand her a whole lot better now. By this time I was becoming something of a nymph myself. I was starting to look forward to each new sexual experience with greater hunger and eagerness.
I worked there with the other women for almost ten years. There were enough rich and influential patrons in the country to keep us from going broke for a very long time.
There were many respectable people who knew about the retreat, but did nothing to fight it. They looked upon it as sort of a patriotic thing. They told each other that it protected their innocent daughters from assaults, seduction and that sort of thing.
But we knew better. Everyone knew that the men, and a lot of the women, too were getting their kicks at our place, and as long as there wasn't any scandal, who cared?
Well, after all those years things were beginning to get a little out of hand. We had gotten up a pretty big following in the masochism section, and a couple of men had been badly hurt.
Still, we hung on until a couple of girls were well under the age limit, as most of us were when we came in managed to sneak out and all the leaders were up on child prostitution raps. Then all the backers who had the kind of influence that might have protected us went into hiding.
When it came my turn to testify, I immediately reverted to my country-innocent personality, and told how I had been sent off to that place by my cruel father. So many of the girls told similar stories that they believed me. In fact, the records showed that we girls never received any actual cash from the proceeds, so all except the people who were named as running the place were home free.
I wasn't the only one that regretted the retreat being disbanded. Most of the girls had dug the heavy sex scene. Now out on the streets, I didn't know what to do with myself. We had all been supplied with a few articles of clothing, and a little spending money to tide us over until we found a home and some "honest" work.
Another girl and I took off for the streets of Paris, where we met a pimp who put us to work the very same night. I didn't really want to be a hooker, but fucking was the only thing I knew. All the girls from the retreat had become notorious overnight from the newspaper publicity, and we had more customers than we could handle for several years.
But the low end of the business, so to speak, wasn't "it" for me. When I had saved up enough money for the passage, I came here to the United States. Life for me in Paris had become boring. The girl and I stuck together and had shared a very luxurious apartment in one of Paris' best neighborhoods. And we had shared each other's bodies when we were through with the night's work.
You see, I never lost my taste for muff-diving. And now that I was free to fuck or not fuck as I pleased, I discovered that my passion had not lessened at all. I still needed a whole lot of sex.
More than a couple of French men had offered to set me up for life in a place of my own as their mistress. I even tried it once or twice for a month or so at a time. But fucking for only one man, and no women, just two or three nights a week was boring as well as frustrating for me.
Every time, I grew quickly tired of it, collected all my fine new clothes and gifts, and went back to my friend and the streets.
I had planned to bring my friend with me to the States. But one day the other girl met up with a man who managed to fall in love with her in spite of her past and married her.
So, once again I was on my own. I had no desire at all to find what might be left of my family, or to take up with another John. So I packed all my belongings and moved here.
I wandered around from one whorehouse to another, one city to another, never finding exactly what I wanted. Either the customers were too dirty, the pay too low, or I grew bored with the two. I wouldn't move in with a man, now matter what. I had learned my lesson in boredom about that.
Cindy I came across quite by accident. A pimp whom she was living with had told her about "the hot little french girl." He said that he was having a lot of trouble keeping her happy with just men. Was that my problem too?
CONCLUSION
Although the characters described in this story did experience orgasms, they can still most closely be described as nymphomaniacs. The reason being that they desired more than the normal amount of sexual activity, and for the most part were left ungratified.
Again, these are extreme incidences of the deviation. Such women go from man to man thinking that the ultimate gratification will only come when they find the perfect sexual partner or the perfect form of sexuality.
The woman who suffers from this in the outside world, may be unaware of the nature of her problem. So she goes from man to man, one form of sexuality to another, looking for some sky-high gratification which always eludes her.
But the men they use as their studs never know how dissatisfied they are. They only care that they are getting a "dynamite" lay. Many times they think the women are something really spectacular and worth pursuing for something a little more permanent. But their egos are due to suffer badly if they propose such an arrangement to the nymphomaniac. Because she will be quick to put him in his place as being insufficient.
Most of these women will swear that their super-sexuality is a big kick, but it is often far from the truth. If one could really get them to tell the truth, they would be forced to admit that they would gladly trade those "kicks" for a less frequent but more satisfying, and permanent arrangement with a man they would be satisfied with.
It is very sad that so few of them ever do find such a man. The reason is that they are either unwilling or unable to face their inner conflicts and deal with it. But that will be the only solution for their lack of gratification.
Many people have told stories that nymphomaniacs never achieve orgasm. It's not true. They can. But it is never enough for them, and once they have made it one time with a certain mate, they find themselves unable to repeat it.
There will be times in the nymphomaniac's sex life when she thinks she has finally found the ultimate stud. She is turned on so much that she spends several sessions in bed with him, all of them quite enjoyable. She is overjoyed that her search is over.
Then something happens. Who knows whether it is always coincidence, or they put up the obstacle themselves? But however it happens, as soon as the relationship becomes too emotionally involved, the kick is gone, and with it the gratification.
It would seem that the sex is okay with them as long as there are no responsibilities involved. They refuse to function in a normal relationship on a responsible level. No matter how old the woman may be, it usually simply a case of lack of maturity.
Everyone likes to say that these women are oversexed. The women themselves say it because they think they can claim pride in something. And the men they sleep with claim it for the same reason.
Who would want to admit that it is really a case of a woman who is totally dissatisfied with sex? That would make her appear to be a failure.
It is certainly easier to assume the more glamorous role of the super-sexualist. Most of the groaning, shrieking and cursing is an act for their own benefit as well as their partner. They are displaying what they would like to feel ... but don't.
Orgasm for them is very rare, except when they can manage some wayout sex such as we have described. But they must put up the false front of being fantastic in bed, so they will have no problems in having a steady supply of studs with which to continue their search for gratification.
CASE NO: SIX
NAME: Eileen A. AGE: 30
OCCUPATION: Corporation Executive
INTERVIEW ONE
Suddenly I feel old and dirty. I wonder how much I have degraded myself on the way to the top. This morning I posed myself before my dressing table and began to comb my hair. Men love my hair. They say it's so long and silky! Well, it was then that I noticed a few white strands glittering through my curls. And I'm only thirty!
Then I got up and stood before a full length mirror. I was naked and I stood there with my legs spread apart. You know, the way magazine models do. I was pleased that my figure, while ripe, I will admit, is still well-curved. And my breasts have held up well over the years, even though they are large. Then I began to put on my make-up and dress.
You know, there was a time when I went out without any cosmetics at all. Those were the days. That's when I started to make it big. It was that first executive, tired of his mousy wife, who had sampled my talents in the sack and paid me with bluechip stocks.
From then on, between my talent as a photographer and some good tips on the stock market, it was straight up the ladder to wealth and success. The whole thing stands out so clearly in my brain now. I'm sure it's why I finally wound up here.
John, my male secretary had come to escort me to the office. It was only a few blocks downtown, and I decided that we should walk it. I felt the need for some air to clear the cobwebs from my brain so I could get back to present-day business.
Out in the glaring daylight, a frowsy-looking woman was walking along with slumped shoulders, her head hung down, her expression cold and bitter. Just before reaching us, she stopped and threw a murderous glance at me. She didn't say anything, but her eyes blared hatred and rage.
After we were past her, John kept looking back at her and shaking his head.
"Do you know her?"
"Yeah. She lives across the street. Seems I put her husband out of business. She always looks at me like that, wishing there were some way she could kill me and get away with it."
"Jealousy, of course."
"Sure. Those types hate every attractive woman for being what they won't take the trouble to even attempt."
"Do you think they're happy? I mean her husband?"
"Sure. He's probably some dumb slob who only feels secure with a pig like that at home. You know. Thinks so little of himself, so he picks her to feel superior to. Not much of a life, I'd say."
All the while he was talking, things were clicking in my brain. Suddenly a chance meeting in the street had taken on a special significance. Which one of us was really the lucky one? Me with my countless lovers? Or that tacky woman who was probably ten years younger than she looked?
Okay, so she managed to snare a husband. Well, down at her level it's easier, isn't it? For me, it has always been impossible to find the right man. I have gone from lover to lover, every type and perversion in sex there is. But it was all just sex. Wild, thrilling, something I can never get enough of.
Still, when it's over, I'm back to having nothing again. So many men, but there's never been a single one worth more than what he carried between his legs.
Somewhere in this city, I promised myself, there's someone waiting for me to find him. And I will, I will!
Later on I met both her husband and her son and got very involved with them. So I learned a lot about that woman. I found out that her name was Maria, and she had been out that morning to meet her son, who was home for college for the summer. I know how she must have hated those fashionable mothers who would be waiting for the bus. It was for the same reasons that she hated me. She had snared her husband by coaxing him into a quick lay and getting herself pregnant.
Guess she figured that they might all guess it was something like that. Her son had. She and her husband Jason had always been invited to all the school functions. But after the first few, she had refused to go.
Jason would leave her just inside the front door and pretend he didn't know her. Then he would start in with the other women. If given just the slightest provocation, he would try to make the most brazen of them, right under her eyes if possible.
And the women always played up to him. Every woman fell for his still-boyish charm and wanted to be his mother. It was the way he got his big chicks. He had really needed a strong woman, and had gotten a jealous slut instead!
Afterwards he would brag to her and she would say nothing. After all, she still had him at home later that night. She was married to him. Reason she was always so calm, as I see it was she didn't care if they were all charming and beautiful, and she wasn't. She was married to him.
Finally the bus pulled in and her son Bobby stood far enough away from her so that she wouldn't be able to kiss him. He's seventeen. Tall, well-built and very good-looking. He had gotten into college early on his grades, and now he's anxious to catch up with the older boys and their sex lives.
"Don't look at the girl over there like that. You have laid a woman since I saw you last, I can tell."
"Right, Mom, so no speeches on sex without marriage. You're no one to talk. Look, I'm sorry I said that. But for me sex is a kick, and I intend to have as much of it as I can without getting caught, like some people."
That's the way he told me it happened. That was when he let her know he had known the circumstances of his birth all along.
It was past dusk, and the stars were just beginning to filter through the smokey haze of New York City. Bobby looked up and picked out his constellation. The same as his Dad's. At least he had one parent he could admire.
His mother was still talking, but he wasn't listening any more. He was anticipating the days of freedom and pleasure that stretched before him. He rippled his newly built-up muscles, feeling young and vital. He had brought some of his best photography samples with him, hoping his father would know some places to show them. He felt his father always found the right connections, even if he had lost his business to me.
Then they were back on their own block, the same block where I live. They almost collided with me as I was walking home from work. Bobby flashed me his most charming smile of apology. Later on he told me that looking into my hazel eyes gave him a shock. He said there was a fire in there that would consume him in one glance if he wasn't careful. He was right.
"She's gorgeous. Who is she?"
"Eileen A., the woman who stole your father's business."
"You serious? She's too young and...."
"She's a bitch, just the same. And they say she's always on the hunt for studs. So stay away from her."
"Glad you told me, Mom. I'll be sure to remember."
He told me that he had made up his mind on the spot to find a way to get in close with me. He was happy that at least his Dad had some connection with me. He was sure he would be glad to help him. I have a reputation as a fine photographer. His father knew it was his ambition also.
Meantime I had been thinking about him, too. He had rung the magic bell inside me!
"Wait. Just a minute please. I want to talk to you."
He had begun to climb the house stairs after his mother, when he heard me talking from behind him. He said that he sensed it was me, but he didn't dare to turn around.
"I have this note from your father about you. He would like me to look at your work. My secretary also tells me there may be something we can do by way of a new position with one of our firms for your father. He's called me a few times but this is the first chance I've had."
You're right. His father was interested in me too. Well, why not? What kind of kicks did he have at home? Wasn't he entitled to a swinging chick like me after all the crap he had to put up with from that horrible woman, for his son's sake?
I had given it a great deal of thought before I went up there. Why not see what I could do, making it with the two of them. Then I could always choose the best of the pair. The father was older, sure, but he was also much more experienced and sure of himself. He would be a tough lay.
But the son was something else altogether. He was young, and he could make me feel young. I needed that badly. He was bound to have more vitality and endurance. Able to get it up faster and keep it going for a longer time. Probably would be able to get off more loads in a session.
On the other side of the coin, he would also be less sure of himself. And he probably didn't have much experience at all. I would have to teach him to do the things I enjoyed most. It would be more work than kicks in the beginning. But then I would have him trained my way.
He would be trained to satisfy me, just the way I liked it. And I would feel young, and sexy and vital all over again. The boy was a very good choice after all, I decided.
Three days later both of them were at my offices. They had brought along some of Bobby's work.
"Your work looks very good, Bobby. And Jason, by a happy coincidence, John has something downstairs he thinks you would be interested in. Why don't you join him while Bobby and I go into my private lounge and get to know each other better."
Suddenly both of us were thrilled to be getting to phase two of the seduction. We already knew each other quite well. Bobby flashed a triumphant smile back at his father as we left him at the elevator.
My lounge is elegantly furnished, with a distinctly feminine air about it, of course. There's a large, over-stuffed sofa strategically placed. I had tried out many of my clients and executives in that room before Bobby was invited. But no one could ever tell what I used it for from the sparkling opulence of it. That's why it was done that way. The victims are always kept unsuspecting until the last minute. Ha-ha.
A pitcher of martinis and some hors d'oeuvres were on a nearby coffee table. Those things are always just the right touch for making them relax.
"Now tell me about yourself. How far along are you in your career?
"And, I'm still in college."
I tried to act as if I weren't surprised, but I'm not sure it worked. I hadn't realized he was that young. Couldn't he at least have had a couple of more years under his belt? I poured cocktails for the both of us. I had decided not to go too fast with him, not to frighten the little child out of his wits. No, I would play with him just a little.
"What's the matter, little boy? You look frightened."
"I'm a man. And I'm not frightened either."
"Then why are you so far away? Haven't you ever been alone with a woman suffering from a hot crotch before?"
"Sure I have."
"Ha! I bet."
Suddenly my eyes shut as my skin felt the sting of his slap across my face. Instinctively I picked up a statue from the end table to defend myself with, but put it down again. Things were starting to get interesting. He pushed me down on the sofa. I started to fight him off, in spite of my burning desire for him.
"Go ahead! Scream your head off. Fight! I dig it."
He was hovering over me and I tried to knee him in the crotch. But his cock was out of my reach and all I did was amuse him. Then Bobby pinched my nipple.
Crying out in pain, I realized he wasn't fooling around. So there was more man to him than boy. He began to dig his fist into my body, in every place that he guessed might be sensitive. My knees were tired from being clenched for so long.
When I relaxed my tension for a moment, hoping for a respite, Bobby grabbed the front of my dress and ripped, tearing it to the waist, almost ripping my bra clean off in the bargain.
To save myself, I tried doubling my knees to my chest. Bobby took advantage of the movement, and reaching under, pulled my panties off my hips.
"Beautiful. Just beautiful. I heard you're close to thirty, but the body says just right!"
My convulsive movements had slid the back of my torn dress up above my waist. The velvet of the sofa was tantalizing to my bare skin, and I wriggled against it, delighting in the sensation. The office sounds outside began to drift away, and suddenly we were alone in the world.
I saw him hover over my body as if I were taking part in a dream. I felt my legs being pulled apart and his cock begin to pound at my naked slit. "Go to hell, you snot-nosed brat!"
One more forceful lunge into my slit and my protests changed to groans of pleasure.
"So great. How can a snivelling kid like you be so great?"
He fucked me hard and heavy. It was more power than style, but it was one hell of a fuck just the same. I felt the sofa and our bodies rocking. It was over. I felt great and horrible at different ends of my body.
We tried it once more before Jason returned. That time I guided his motions with my hands on his ass, making him slip it to me with a slow and steady, but hard-driving motion. But he couldn't control himself for too long and soon he was pounding into me hard and heavy once more. He would need a great deal of training I decided.
He was a wild stuff for me, but the answer was not to be found in that young boy's arms. I had tried to teach him. even in such a short time, but it just wasn't any use. I began to wonder if there was an answer for me anywhere.
"It's really late. I guess my Dad has gone home and he'll be wondering what happened to us."
"Oh yes, of course. Goodbye."
I was under the shower at home that evening when the doorbell rang. I didn't much care who it was. I was concentrating on the soap and hot water, wanting it to cleanse my mind as well as my body. I felt more degraded than when I had started my little project.
What was the point in trying to be someone I no longer was? Never again could I be an innocent young girl, and never again would there be a chance for that sort of bliss. No, if I was ever to reach my goal, the kind of love affair it would have to be would be a realistic, mature kind.
It was Jason. What did he want? Maybe he was going to give me a hard time for seducing his young son. Well, he had just about encouraged the whole damn thing. So he was just as much to blame, wasn't he?
I steeled myself, building my own anger by way of defense, as I went out to greet him in my terry robe.
"I hope you learned your lesson today. You should have known that you couldn't get a boy to do a man's job."
"And I suppose you think you're the man for the position."
"I don't think, honey, I've known all along. I just wanted to give you enough rope to hang yourself with."
Jason grabbed me roughly and bit my lips. I tasted my own blood. Then I kissed him back just as hard. I quickly forgot my depression and my self hatred. This was a man, all right.
"You knew it would wind up this way, didn't you?"
He took my hand and led me into the bedroom. It had all happened so fast. Faster than I could handle. But it was what I had always wanted. Maybe I was just afraid to try for it. Now I had to. Everything depended on it.
I was glad that I smelled fresh and clean, with just a whisper of expensive perfume wasping about me. What a change from the witch he had married. He lifted his arms to me and I stepped into his embrace. In that one instant I thought that everything was going to be all right.
He kissed me and my mouth opened to accept his tongue. I surrendered myself conpletely to him. This was the man I had overlooked and I was grateful he hadn't overlooked me.
Our bodies touched and the embrace was full of passion. From the instant I felt him crush his chest against my breasts, I knew I would force him to get rid of his wife, even his son if necessary. I would make him sacrifice everything in order to have me.
I dropped my robe to the floor, and he piled his clothes on top of mine. I loved the way his eyes feasted on my body. His look told me that he wished he could eat up every inch of it.
Before this I had only thought of him as the weak-willed masochistic man who lost his business to me and had a slob for a wife. Suddenly I was more proud of him as a man than I had ever been before of anyone. It meant so much more, to be loved, admired and desired by someone as forceful and cocky as he was. He crawled into the wide bed, moving next to me, our bodies sliding together.
As if in a trance he knelt over me, completely caught up in my passion for him. I had been so sure I would throw either one of them out of the house if they dared to bother me again, and now the boy's father was about to fuck me!
But it was more than just being in the sack with him. The fuck he would give me would be wild and out of this world. I was sure of that. But I also knew that I was in for the first real erotic experience of my life. It had all been nothing more than athletic exercises before.
He would never be free of me unless I let him go. I knew that he would be in for a hard battle with his slob of a wife. But he would win. I would see to that with my steaming cunt. He had told me that it had never been any good with her, worse than merely tolerable.
So why should I feel guilty about breaking up a marriage? I would be saving him from a fate worse than death, right?
With me, the love, the sex we shared would be both sensual and esoteric at the same time. I was so high on the kick that I actually thought we could do what no one else could. Combine the best of both worlds.
In a fury of searing passion, his mouth began to plant hot kisses all over my pulsing belly. I could tell he didn't want to miss any of it. With every kiss I would hold my body more closely to his mouth, giving myself up to him completely.
I don't know whether it was my lust, or my depression. But for some reason I felt that this was it! What I had been hoping for, praying for. That it was real and it was right. I opened myself to his invasion, welcoming his thick cock into my gaping slit.
"Jason, Jason. I never felt like this before. I need you so. I've needed you for such a long time. Make love to me, fuck me hard, and don't ever stop. I mean it. I want you to fuck me forever."
I must have been out of my mind, because I still can't remember what the lay was actually like. And I never forget what it was like when someone fucked me. But then again, I usually don't come the way I did with him. After what seemed like one, long, way-out dream, I was twisting and convulsing under him. He looked down at my face and told me that it had become even more glowingly beautiful. He said my eyes were shooting moonbeams of satisfaction at him.
But an instant later I was starving for sex again. Finally my problem must have gotten through to him. He must have realized that my kind of passion was really something to be reckoned with. The more I got from him, the more I wanted.
He seemed to be willing, but his cock wasn't. I was biting at his shoulder and begging him to fuck me, finger me, eat my cunt, but please God to do something before I went out of my mind.
All he did was press his sweating cheek to mine and cling to me. I demanded to know how he could get me in that condition and not do anything about it.
That was when he told me straight fucking was the only thing he could bring himself to do to any woman, and that his cock would have to have some rest before it would be ready to go again.
I didn't believe my ears. I sat bolt upright in the bed and started to scream at him, calling him every name in the book. I demanded that he leave, but he just stared at me with helpless tears in his eyes.
And so, another dream tossed to me by the same family was shattered. I couldn't stand the sight of him for one more minute. I reached for the bellpull at the side of the bed and rang for Jiles, my butler.
He came on the run. He had heard all the screaming and crashing. Jiles was what you might call a super-butler. He takes care of my needs in a lot of ways. But this time it was to keep from killing that guy!
I do keep a gun by my bed, you know. Any woman who sleeps with as many men as I do has to protect herself. And there was this one time when I shot a guy in the belly for not meeting with my minimum standards once I had him in the sack. My lawyers had taken care of that time with a fat check.
So it was now Jiles' duty to keep me from shooting anyone else, if it could be helped. He threw open the door and picked up Jason by his ass.
Then he practically threw him down the whole staircase and his clothes after him. I didn't have to pay attention to the rest of what was going on. I knew Jiles could handle everything, including the handing out of the threat that if Jason intended to cause me any trouble, it was two witnesses against one as to what happened in my room.
I felt a lot better after he was thrown out. The screaming and the violent scene seemed to ease my frustration a little. I decided to take a hot bubble bath and try to relax. I turned on some pretty music and stepped into the tub just as Jiles was escorting Jason out the front door.
In the tub, I dozed a little, letting the cares of my rotten life off my body. I was afraid of trying to go to sleep that night. You see it always happens the same way doctor. If I don't get laid, I can't sleep until I frig myself or have someone do something for me. Then I can sleep for a couple of hours, but not for long.
But if I do get laid and it turns out bad, then it's even worse. I'm so uptight by the failure that I can't sleep at all. And that's why I pay Jiles triple the salary any good servant should be getting.
When I came out of the tub wrapped in a big towel, he was already laid out on my bed in the nude. His huge prick was stiff as steel and ready to service his mistress. I loved the way he could get it hard just by thinking about sex. Now it stood at attention waiting for me to come and get it.
I stepped out of the bathroom and let my towel drop to the floor. Just at the sight of that tough, muscular body and that huge stiff prick, I was hot as a firecracker again and aching for a good fuck.
"Very good, Jiles. I see you are ready for me. I really don't have too much time to waste. If I don't get fucked enough to get some sleep, I won't be much good for anything in the morning."
"Madam, I am always ready to be at your service. Allow me to take care of your needs now."
After that whole polite speech, he grabbed me like the virile stud he was. He took hold of my shoulders with both hands and pulled me down on top of his body. Then he buried his face between my breasts.
"Suck them," I whispered to him.
I needed to be pampered a little. He sucked them with great gusto, and I squirmed on top of his body as his tongue worked my nipples over. My ass moved up and down as I humped my cunt alongside his stiff prick.
As Jiles moved his mouth down to tongue my middle and belly, I noticed how shiny my nipples were from his spit and how erect they had become. They looked suddenly delicious to me, and I picked up one of them in my own hands and began to suck it.
The trail of his hot, wet tongue moved down my belly. Then it grazed through the bush of dark curly hair that covered my cunt, and stabbed right down into my slit, making me begin to tingle with excitment.
It was then that I produced the thin riding crop which I began to use on the tops of his thighs and across the tip of his cock as he worked on my cunt. My butler has been well-trained by me to respond to the whip, and each lash spurred him on to greater things.
With his face buried there so he could lick my clit and suck my cunt lips with his mouth, his hand reached around and grabbed the riding crop out of my hand. He never took his mouth off my cunt as he began to work my ass over with the riding crop.
It was a complete surprise to me, but it shouldn't have been. Jiles was just full of surprises whenever he had sex with me. That's why most of the time I think I can forget about looking for a good stud and a good husband all in one. Maybe I should just find myself a good husband and keep Jiles in the bedroom closet for whenever I need him.
That turnabout made me jiggle even more with newly aroused passion. With his other hand he went wild as he squeezed and fondled the cheeks of my ass.
Finally he stuck his longest finger up my wet hole and began to fingerfuck me. I could feel his hot cock throbbing against my body and my ass swayed against him.
"Don't you dare shoot your load until you fuck me with it."
He immediately stopped sucking on my cunt and I was sorry that I had given him that instruction. I was almost ready to come.
We rolled over on the bed and I opened my legs to spread my cunt out for him. Kneeling between my thighs, he stared at the wet slime that was pouring out of my cunt and remarked that he felt his tongue had done an admirable job of making me good and ready for some hard fucking.
He always groaned out the remark of how much he enjoyed the tightness of my slit as he forced the head of his cock between the lips. He has fucked me hundreds of times. But he's so huge that my cunt is always too tight for him.
Because I was writhing at the heights of my passion under him, he had to work hard to keep his rod inside me until he had forced it all the way in and felt our pubic hairs tangle together.
"Is this what you wanted, madam?"
"You know damn well it's what I wanted. I always want a hot cock up my cunt. Now you will start to work that rod in and out of me until you fill my slit full of your come. Do you understand?"
"Of course, madam."
His ass muscles tensed and he began to draw his weapon back for the first stroke. When he pushed ahead again, he did it slowly, but very strongly. I felt every delicious inch of it along the tight walls of my slit.
In the beginning, he screwed me very slowly, but he knew that I didn't want him to maintain the slow pace for long. I couldn't. He gradually speeded up until he was fucking me like a jackhammer.
He was fast and his style was magnificent. I came quickly and heaved my ass straight up off the bed. But he forced me down again with his cock. He knew I liked to make a double orgasm and so he began to stroke me even faster. I was soon down on the bed again with him slamming my body with loud slapping sounds as he stroked in and out of my tingling slit.
My first come had passed and I was on my way up again towards my second. He continued stroking me like lightening until my cunt nerves felt raw and I was about to explode again.
Finally he gave me one hard ram and began to shoot his load into me. In spite of the two times I had sucked his cock off for him earlier that day, it was a remarkable big load that I felt gushing into me.
I felt a whole lot better then. In fact I felt so good that I decided to set up one of my little parlor games for the following night. A little bit of perverted fun would do me a lot of good.
I hopped off the bed and got back into the tub. I do my best things in there, you see. Jiles came in to help me wash.
INTERVIEW TWO
While he scrubbed and washed my cunt with perfumed soap, we discussed the plans for my little parlor games, as I call it. I had invited one of my more sadistic boy friends to have a little private orgy with his maid who worked for me.
She had tried to blackmail me once and this was her pay for her trouble. My lawyers had found out she was wanted in three states for the very same thing. So she would have to put up with being my little masochistic sex slave, or go to a federal prison for the rest of her life.
I was downstairs supervising the laying out of the banquet table as he worked her over the next night. But my guests were upstairs in the viewing room.
Tonight he had whipped her, fucked her in every opening in her body, and then whipped her once more. Then he jerked himself off and let his come spill all over her unconscious body.
As my guests watched in the special viewing glass that was a mirror on the other side, he dressed again and admired the fine cut of his suit in what he thought was a full length mirror. He didn't know there was a room on the other side. It wouldn't have been as much fun. I used to watch him many a time. Then I would jerk off, nicely heated up and get myself a good fuck after all that stimulation.
This time he gave the prone body of the unconscious girl one second's backward glance as he adjusted his tie. He knew that I would get her cleaned up and ready for the next time. My price was his keeping me supplied with a long list of men whom he found for me.
He was my lawyer, you see, and he screened out the potential trouble makers before they could get to my bed, and then to my money. He thought he really had me, and charged very exorbitant fees in spite of the girl I kept for him. But I had something on him he would never know about. Every time he beat that girl and then fucked her, he was performing before an audience.
The first time I had the mirror put up as a gag, and only watched it myself. His style was definitely worth watching, and that was when the inspiration came to me. Why not use his performance as entertainment at one of my parties? As it turned out he was always a smashing success with the guests. And he never found out why.
"On this occasion, I had three of my favorite studs seated in the viewing room among the other guests. They stayed behind after the others went down to champagne and buffet. And I knew why.
When I walked upstairs to see what was keeping them, they were fisting their cocks as they watched the end of the performance. And one by one they had orgasmed. It was a groove for me just to see all the come spraying around the room.
I left them in there for just a minute and went outside to ask my friend the lawyer to join the others downstairs. He looked at me as if he had just left the bedroom after a very refreshing nap.
"You will join the others for a quick drink before you leave?"
"Of course. And when will you be down?"
"Oh, as soon as I see that everything is cleaned up here."
It always amused me that we were both the very essence of gentility to each other. Do you know, I never fucked him. We just keep each other supplied with little treats.
I went downstairs with him for just a minute. Pouring out brandies for the two of us, I asked if he had been pleased with his latest session.
"Ah, yes, I found her services very satisfactory."
"I'm so glad you were pleased."
"Don't worry. I'll have more of what you want before the night is out."
"Well, I hope you don't take too long. My cunt is really aching when it's gotten the same prick more than three times in a row. It needs a lot of variety."
After this we both had a hearty laugh. I went back upstairs to my three special guests. I looked around the room, from one face to the other. I was anxious to be sure they were well-satisfied with the performance that had been put on for them unknown by the two players. It would mean a great deal to the performance they would put on for me if they were.
"Well, what did you think of them? And what did you think of the girl? Have I trained her well enough?"
"Yes."
"Oh, yes."
"Yes, of course."
"Well, I'm glad. I'm sure you couldn't have seen something like this anywhere else."
"Yes. You have to give the old guy credit. He wasn't bad."
"Even so, I'm not so sure I couldn't have done just as well with her."
"I see then. Well, if any of you has further interest in the girl, such as some live action instead of just watching, I'm sure something can be arranged for you."
All three of them nodded their agreement that they would very much like to try their cocks in the young girl's body. It was exactly what I expected them to say this time. My eyes glittered with excitement as I saw the three cocks rise to the cause. I considered the girl very lucky to be getting laid by those three. But I'm not so sure if she felt the same way. I wished I would be taking her place on that occasion, but I needed this twisted kick every so often. So this was the way it would have to be for the night.
"Now then, would you like to take her one at a time, or would the three of you be interested in fucking her together?"
They thought about this for a few minutes. After the performance they had just seen, each of them was anxious to reinstate his manhood by displaying his talents at fucking to the others. So finally the three of them agreed to take her together.
"Okay. And I may say she's a lucky girl to be getting laid by three such beautiful cocks."
"Thank you, my dear. When we are through with her...."
"Yes, that would be very nice. But right now, we shouldn't keep that yummy girl waiting."
"Yes, I agree."
"Now you remember to be careful with this one. I remember the last girl we let you loose on. You fucked her so much, we all had to dump her in a back alley."
"Don't talk to me like I was some kind of adolescent. I can control myself."
"Well, see that you do."
Then I laughed out loud and managed to break the spirit of gloom that was beginning to fill the room. Soon I had the three of them laughing as I escorted them into the room where the girl was still unconscious on the carpet. I told them I would be going back downstairs, but I don't think they believe me. Not that any of them much cared.
Something about the presence of more people in the room seemed to arouse her. As soon as she saw the two men standing over her she began to moan and sob. She did her best to try to get up, but she couldn't do much at all. She looked like something that had been dragged off a battlefield. That made me feel really great. I always felt good whenever I saw another female who looked horrible, while I was feeling beautiful.
She was scarred and bruised over every inch of her body, and her hair was a mass of tangles, sweaty profusion. Once she was fully awake and realized that three more men were probably about to assault her she began to scream again. Man, do I ever dig that screaming!
She dragged herself over to a nearby chair where she made a frantic lunge at the robe that was flung over it. Then she made a feeble attempt to cover her battered naked body.
She forced herself to sit as upright and lady-like as she could. That was the way I had trained her. And now in spite of her pain she still remembered what was expected of her. She knew she had to. I meant her freedom from prison.
One of the men picked out a comfortable old armchair for himself and sat down. The other two kept circling around the girl like vultures coming in for the kill. She was coming to her full senses now.
"Not all of you. How about one at a time at least?"
"No, not just me first, but my two friends as well."
"You can't mean it. Maybe you don't know what I've just been through."
"We do and that's why."
"Yeah. We like your style."
"Please. This must be some kind of joke."
"Oh no. It isn't."
Then she screamed again at the top of her lungs.
"Please tell me it's no joke!"
"Enough of this garbage. Don't try to come off like a pure little virgin to us. We saw all the wild things you let the other guy do to you."
"And don't tell us you were writhing and groaning like that out of pain alone."
"That's right. Don't play the saint for us."
"You saw me? How?"
"Through that special mirror."
"Yes, we all noticed that you got to enjoy it very much."
"But you don't understand. He forced me."
"Maybe you were forced to submit. But no one could force you to enjoy it."
"Right, we saw you come at least once."
At this she blushed, and couldn't find any words to answer him for a very long minute. Her cheeks were flushed with shame and embarrassment. Finally she got up the courage to speak.
"No, I can't say that. But I didn't want to do it. He beat me."
"Yes, we saw him beat you."
"But we didn't see you fight back."
"That's right. You showed us just how perverted you are."
"You enjoyed it all very much."
"Oh, please. Don't tell me that you three are planning to do the same thing to me. I just couldn't stand any more."
"Now don't kid us."
"And please clean up before we get started."
"Right. We don't want to get our nice clean cocks all soiled by another man's come."
"And what about her own come! Look at her cunt. It's positively sticky with come."
"Yeah. That's because she hated it so much."
Her eyes rolled back in her head and she fell to the ground again. But the three men were much too horny to let her lay there for very long. One of them poked at her with the toe of his shoe and turned her over so he could get a good look at her snatch.
"Look, we've been going on like this for too long. My cock is aching."
"Wake her up and let's get on with it."
"Right. We still have our wives to get downstairs to at the party."
They all paused for a good laugh right then. As far as they were concerned, and I agreed at the moment, the rest of the people at the party could all go drop dead. Getting their cocks well oiled was the most important thing on their minds. I
"I don't know about you. But I think it's time to get our pants off."
"Right. Hey, you, Get busy and whip out our cocks for us."
It was starting to get good now. I pulled my panties down under my gown and got ready to start frigging myself. Masturbation never really did much for me, unless I did it under freaky circumstances such as watching what the three of them would soon be doing to her.
During the time they had been playing with her, she had managed to work up some courage. She for some reason understood what would be expected of her.
They had not started in immediately to beat her, and they were certainly taking their time in getting around to fucking her. I guess she expected some kicks in exchange for the pain she was expecting.
So she refused to touch any of them, folding her arms across her chest, and tucking her chin into it as if for protection. One of the men picked up the whip that was near him and cracked it across the side of the desk so she could hear the sound and be aware that he had it in his hand. She guessed the meaning of the sound immediately, and the now familiar shiver of fear began to creep up on her once again.
"Would you like to feel this whip across your back? Would it feel better than my cock would in your hand?"
I could tell that they were going to be even rougher on her than my lawyer had been. She knew it too, and she was shaken speechless with fright. But she somehow managed to shake her head "no." He was satisfied with her feeble answer. "Then get busy and whip out my cock. My balls are aching already"
With trembling fingers she reached in and unbuckled his belt. Then she pulled down the zipper of his fly. She had a little bit of a hard time with it, due to the bulge from his hard-on, but finally she got the zipper down and reached inside.
What she pulled out was a cock that was almost totally erect. Its glossy knob was already peeking out from the foreskin, and it looked very menacing, even in its nearly complete erect state. Like the first cock she had handled, this one was sweaty and reeking with body odor.
The men had been dancing before they came upstairs. She tried to stay with it, but turned her head away with a feeling of revulsion. She knew what the penalty for this would be, but she did it anyway. As soon as she turned her head, she also put her arms up to cover her face.
My little girl was starting to get smart for herself. She just about managed to protect her eyes before the whip came cracking down across the back of her neck. That's when I went to work on her cunt.
She immediately began to scream and bellow from the sharp pain that came raining down across the upper portion of her back. After just a few more of those, she got her wits about her and began to fondle the prick that was being forced on her.
And I'll say this for her. She was really trying to get his cock hard for him this time. There was no way she could have known what exactly was keeping his cock from becoming fully erect. It was more that character's jaded tastes that were doing it. I know. It had happened when I would play with him many a time. He was a freaker just like me, so I always kept on trying.
He had told me that just that morning he had made it with two women and spent three hours in the sack with them. He had enjoyed three orgasms, which was no mean feat for a man of his middle age.
And now he was expecting this abused girl to get it up for him again. Every whore with ten years' experience would certainly have had her work cut out for her.
Nevertheless he , was getting increasingly angry with the semi-rigid state of his cock. I could tell that he was anxious to use it and blamed her for his own excesses that kept him in that unworkable condition.
"You're no damnded good at all with your hands! You'd better be good with your mouth, or I'll beat you to within an inch of your life! Your mouth! I want you to use your mouth!"
She looked around from one to the other of them, not quite sure for the moment what was expected of her. No one could take three cocks in her mouth at the same time. I know, because there's many times that I've tried.
Now she took his cock in her mouth and began to suck on it. The others were just standing around, looking not too happy. Concentrating on the prick she had in her mouth, she wasn't aware that one of the other two had crept up behind her. She gave out a shriek as he startled her by grabbing the cheek of her ass with one hand, and the back of her neck with the other. He pushed her head forward to make sure that she took the entire cock in her mouth with one gulp.
And then he began to explore the crevices of her ass. I fantasied myself in the seat. He put his fingers up and down the crack between the two cheeks, digging in deeper with each stroke. Finally his fat fingers found her sorely abused asshole, and he poked his thumb in there and pushed hard. Then he worked the rest of his hand around so that two more fingers could probe into her innards, this time into her cunt. That was exactly what I did with mine.
He was brutal with his thrust into her two openings. And the effect was doubly brutal because of the sore condition they were already in. She screamed out her agony and twisted herself around trying to get free.
But she couldn't. The other guy was holding her fast to his cock by her shoulders and head. At the same time, he picked up the whip again, with his free hand. Without removing his fingers from the holes of her cunt and ass, he began to whip her once more.
All this was happening to her while there were fingers jiggling around in her cunt and asshole; so in spite of the violent pain from the whipping, she was becoming aroused again, very much aroused!
Every freaker knows just, the right combination of these two sensations would bring her around to where they wanted her; in a frenzy of passion!
Hunching her shoulders to fend off the whip, she shakily stuck out her tongue. The other guy did not let up his whipping until he was sure that his friend's cock was getting a good sucking. The cock in her mouth was getting good and stiff now. Soon it was standing out like a tentpole. "Don't stop now! Keep sucking. Suck it"
For just a minute she stopped to catch her flagging breath, and immediately the whip cracked across her back again. In the middle of her inhaling, she took up the sucking again. She was too afraid not to.
Now she knew she was no better off than if she had let me send her to prison. I've always known she would escape some day. She did right after the party. But right then she was nothing but the lowest, most common slut, whose sole function in life was to satisfy their greedy lust.
She speeded up the tempo of her sucking in order to somehow get him to climax, thinking she might be through with him after that. She put everything else out of her mind except making that man shoot his load. It was the only way she figured she could get out of there in a hurry.
It was then that the judge's hand began to work feverishly at her ass. They were down deep spreading the cheeks at the bottom, and also the lips of her cunt. Down on her knees and bent over as she was, both her holes were easily opened to his advances.
I almost orgasmed as I saw his stiff rod beginning to press against her raw and bloodied flesh. I was so excited that I had to force myself to slow my frigging down.
It wasn't easy for him to penetrate her in that position, but he wasn't a man to give up without a good fight. Time after time, he pulled his belly in and then thrust his cock forward heavily, pushing against the tender walls of her slit. Finally, he achieved his goal, and with a mighty heave, forced his cock into her cunt. He grabbed onto her shoulders for support, where his hands met those of his friend. They shook on the achievement.
Not pulling out all the way, but pushing just a little harder than he had the first time, he got himself into her all the way up to the balls. Then he grunted with pleasure in her ear. She cried soundlessly. I groaned. There was an awful lot of noises, now that I think about it.
She was pinned down by two cocks and there was nowhere to go ... nothing to do but hope she would get finished with them in a hurry and get out. She didn't even bother to come to me and collect her money before she left. I'm just glad she didn't cause a scandal after all. It wouldn't have been worth it, even though the kicks were pretty great.
Now he pulled himself out as far as it would go without being completely removed from her hole. Then he began a steady rhythm of heavy fucking, deeply in and out. With every long downward thrust, his fat belly slapped against the cheeks of her ass, while his hand kneaded the flesh of her upper back.
The hot flashing of his stiff cock in and out of her cunt was getting to her despite the fact that it was being forced on her. It always worked that way. Maybe that's why I didn't feel too guilty about the way she was always beaten up. She did get some pleasure, you know.
At that time he was doing a good job of heating up her cunt. And she was responding to it by licking and sucking at the cock in her mouth as if it were one and the same as the cock sliding in and out of her hole.
His body was beginning to shake with excitement and he was muttering into her ear, a ramble of words. But his hands were beginning to dig into her also, and she pulled her shoulders in from the wincing pain. I could almost feel the bruises they had brought out on her shoulder blades from the relentless pressure. That excited me no end!
"Arrgh. I'm going to come. You hot bitch you. Your sucking is going to make me explode."
Hearing this I frigged myself frantically until I made a nice-sized puddle in my panties. Now I calmed down a little and settled down to really concentrate on the action.
The girl began to suck the cock in her mouth as fast as she could. Suck it. Swallow my load. Don't you dare miss a drop! Suck it. Ohhh, suck it. SUCKKKK!!"
The girl and I weren't the only ones that those sounds stimulated to more frenzied activity. The other man heard it all, and he became all the more excited by the guttural sounds of his friend about to orgasm.
He began to pump his cock into her steaming cunt even harder now. In a minute his own cock was close to the exploding point. He signalled to his friend over the girl's head to watch him so they could both come together and flood her with their double load.
The two men timed it to perfection, as if they had been practicing it for weeks. Their mutual excitement was contagious, and the girl, too caught the passion fever. Her stomach churned and she felt her come building deep within her. It poured over just as she felt the cock explode in her cunt. The other man filled her mouth with the very same liquid.
The trio all shivered and shook as they were locked together in the embrace of their mutual passion. As soon as her mouth was free of hot cock, she sighed deeply and struggled to regain her breath.
And then it hit her. The disgust and the realization that she had been used by two men. That her mouth and her cunt were now filled with their scum. She collapsed to the ground again and scabbed bitterly for the shame and the humiliation" of it all. Maybe she was right. Prison would have been better than what I put her through.
She looked up for a moment, only to see the third man lying back in the armchair with his sticky prick dangling limply between his legs. He was grinning from ear to ear, and leering at her at the same time.
One of the men who had just fucked her was pacing around, shaking his prick off on the carpet. He seemed as restless as a cat. Like he was waiting for something to happen. It did.
I couldn't stand just watching anymore. I wanted to get in on the action. Even the idea of the whip intrigued me.
I called them on the house phone. I was quickly pulling up my panties so I wouldn't trip on them as I ran into the room.
"Hey you guys. Wait for me."
They all laughed when they heard this. They knew that my cunt must need attending to. I ran into the room and stripped to the skin. They were all very happy to see me.
I immediately grabbed onto two cocks and went to work.
Well, I certainly am glad that I started coming to see you before I was arrested. That's the only way they were willing to let me out. You just won't believe what happened since I was here last.
One of the boyfriends of the girl who was the victim got his revenge on us. I didn't even know she had anyone on the side. She really didn't have much time for that sort of thing.
But that's where she went as soon as she was left alone by us the night of the party. The next day four horrible men came to my house. One of them was her boyfriend.
The three men had left with their wives hours before, and I was alone with only my private solicitor, the lawyer. They were too much for even my burly butler, and they beat him up at the door.
Then they came up the stairs after me! My maid met them in the hall.
"I'm sure you know why we are here. It's that girl that got beaten up last night!"
He took a step toward her. As he did, she bolted. He made a lunge to catch her, but she backed away from him and fell down the entire staircase. I understand she was dead by the time she reached the landing.
That really was an ironic situation. All that noise and commotion had given me fair warning. It was her accidental death that kept me from being killed on purpose.
Lucky for all of us that the death was an accident, or we would all be put away for life, including me.
At a signal from the boyfriend, they turned away from the body of my maid and came upstairs to get me. I will admit that I was in such a state of shock at first that I offered no resistance. My bedroom has never been locked.
For a minute, I could tell that the boyfriend must have been considering forgetting the whole thing and getting the hell out of my house while he still could.
Just looking at all of them told me that I was in for a rough time at their hands. They didn't even bother undressing me. They simply tore all the clothes off my back. Suddenly I found myself crying and pleading for mercy, something I have never done before with anyone.
They attacked me like a swarm of ants. In no time flat, they all had their cocks out and ready for hard action. One of them was trying to ram his cock into my slit, but the others twisted me out of his grasp.
If I wasn't so terrified at the time, I would have had a good laugh at the stunned, angry expression of that guy left holding his hot cock in his own hand!
But one of the others had better luck with me. He fell right on top of me and began to suck one of my tits. He bit down hard on the nipple. That instant of sharp pain made me start crying and screaming.
The other two men began a real fist fight which ended when one of them got his face between my thighs and began to suck. That would have been all right, if he hadn't suddenly bit down hard on my clit. It's still pretty bloody, and will be out of action for quite awhile, I understand.
The third man lowered his cock down onto my face and threatened to slit my throat if I didn't start sucking. Of course I did.
It was the boyfriend who really killed it. The other three had forgotten about beating me up almost as soon as they got their hands on my body. But he remembered his mission very well.
He started to beat me with a small club he had brought with him. That's when my instincts for survival came awake once again. I went for my gun and shot him in the hand.
It was my butler who called the police. Everything was in quite a mess when they arrived. They couldn't tell who was the victim, so they arrested all of us. Of course my lawyer was able to get me out of jail, on the promise that I was seeing you.
So I'm safe at least for the moment. But in a way, maybe I was lucky. The whole episode has made me realize that I'm really much worse than I thought I was. I do need your help badly.
CONCLUSION
Everything about this woman's sex life was twisted out of all normal proportion. There was no reason at all for her worrying about her life being over at the age of thirty, and there was absolutely no reason for her feeling she could never settle down.
It was her own alter-ego that was keeping her from being happy. It was all in the way she was raised, as was later learned about her childhood in further interviews.
Her parents, like many others tried their best to tell her as little as possible, and so left her with no healthy basis on which to build her own sexuality when she became an adult.
This has happened far too often in our society. The result has been putting aside those persons, now growing fewer in number, who were at once horrified at the suggestion of anything sexual in the infantile psyche. Even good observers have varied in their attitude and policy with regard to sex in early life.
There are those who feel unable to recognize any genuine sexual manifestations, at an early age, in healthy, normal children. There are those who recognize it all the time, alike in healthy and neurotic children, though finding its aspects may vary and change from child to child.
There are those, it may be added, who even when admitting the presence of sexual signs, regard them as not normal for that stage of childhood.
The proper attitude toward sexuality in the child is, therefore, one of watchful hygiene, which must always be unobtrusive. The childish erotic impulses are often unconscious, and nothing is gained by rendering them conscious or by concentrating attention on them.
It is necessary to guard against the child doing any manifest injury to himself or to others. It also seems desirable in some cases to warn the mother not only against too great an anxiety to punish a child exhibiting these manifestations, but also against any excess of physical tenderness which may unduly arouse the emotions of susceptible children.
It is above all necessary to cultivate an understanding of the child's nature. Adults are prone to attribute their own feeling to children. Many acts of children, which to adults appear to reveal vicious sexual motives, often have no sexual motive at all, but spring merely from the play impulse or from the desire for knowledge.
It is unfortunate that the students of childhood have often been people who have gained their knowledge from the study of neurotic subjects. It is now held by the best authorities that the sexual guidance of children should begin, so far as its elements are concerned, at a very early age, and that a wise and tender mother is the ideal person to perform this really maternal duty.
It may indeed, be added that only a mother can perform it correctly. Therefore the training of mothers is an essential condition for the wholesome development of children. There is some danger to over-stimulating the child's mind. It is important at that time to remember how that organism functions. A child's desire to know where babies come from is not a symptom of sexual consciousness. It is a natural desire to discover a fact of nature.
Again, at a little later age, the desire to know and see how the bodies of people of the opposite sex are made is equally innocent and natural. It is the forced and unreasoned suppresion of these natural questions, which may force the child to develop a warped sexual personality.
This is what happened with the woman just studied. Everything, including her attitude about life was uncertain and without direction. Even though she had a keen mind and was able to enjoy sex, she knew that something was lacking.
CASE NO: SEVEN
NAME: Doris A. AGE: 22
OCCUPATION: Housewife
I didn't want to come here, my husband made me. He says there's-something wrong with me. He says something is missing from our sex life, and he can't figure out what it is. I love him, I want to make him happy. I'll do anything to try and help, even come here. But I know what the problem is.
It all started when my parents were killed in a car crash. I had to take care of my sister Shirley. We got pretty close. Really close. She had no one else in the world.
My husband says my mind doesn't seem to be on sex when he's fucking me. It's not. It's on Shirley. I don't know what to do about it.
It started one afternoon about a year after the crash. Me and Shirley had done nothing sexual with one another at that point. I was hanging around the house. It was very hot. I decided to take a shower and went to the bathroom.
Leaving my clothes in the bedroom, I entered the room and ran the water. Then I realized I didn't have any soap. I left the bathroom and walked down the stairs to the kitchen.
Shirley was there, watching me as I entered. It was as if she had never seen me naked before. She just stared and stared. Finally she told me that she thought I had the most beautiful body she'd ever seen.
She wanted me to look at hers, to see how she was coming along. I agreed. But once the two of us were naked, something happened inside my head. One thing sort of led to another, first with touching, then holding that touch longer and longer. Within a half-hour, our fingers were in one another's pussy, tickling our clits and drilling in and out of the tight channel.
I loved it so much, and she did too. But that was three years ago, three long years. So much has happened since then. But I think my problems started back then.
I could never forget Shirley. I loved her very much, I loved to think of her body, to think about that afternoon we spent together. She seemed to take the whole thing with a grain-a-salt, though. That broke my heart.
Like I said, that was three years ago. I think I should have fogotten that incident by now. But it's remained with me all this time, every time I have sex with a man, any man.
But back, back long ago, it was different.
Okay, three years back ... and I can still remember how I had rushed back to my bedroom after the shower, finding her skirt and half slip on my bed. And from downstairs, my sister Shirley calmly called up to ask me what I was preparing for dinner. Just like that....
Three years back ... and we never did anything even close to mutual masturbation during those trying three years. Those were the three years I loosened up on my love-life as I got out to work. I went too far, balling like crazy, one guy pushing me off on another, the word got out on me and how I loved to get balled.
Now I'll have to tell you something that I'm sure is important to my sexual case history, no matter how sick it may seem to a lot of you readers. I never stopped having sexual thoughts about my sister Shirley, but I worked them into my free-swinging with the guys. I mean, I would be forever imagining Shirley getting fucked by the same cock servicing me. So many times, a guy humping fast and hard cock to me, my imagination would bring Shirley into the picture, nude or with that bathtowel wrapped about her.
"Give it to me ... give it to me!" I would chant, eyes closed and really meaning: Give it to us! Sick, I know, but I always imagined Shirley getting fucked by the same guys, shoving her pussy right out there, always being greedy about it. I constantly had the urge to think of her as a hot nympho-bitch, always after the guys.
I had to imagine her more of a swinger than I was, always balling, me right there to watch her. I would never have admitted it to myself, but I had the subconscious desire to watch her nude and in action. And always, my mind seemed to rush back to that one instant bout of mutual masturbation and the frustration of never having touched one another.
So now I can move right up to the present, the trying period of time while all the household planning and thoughts went into Shirley's high school graduation and everything else had to take a back seat to it.
Love or hate ... the two were building up within me, all directed subconsciously toward my sister and I continually tried to wrap myself up into my own activities. I didn't have much of anything going for me, except the guys I dated and that was strictly for balling.
Call it fate or what ... but that was the time that Marta started working in my office. I did a double-take the first time I ever saw her. She was almost a double for my sister, the same shapely frame, the long golden tresses of hair. She was beautiful and had just turned eighteen. She was from a nearby town and had graduated from high school the year before at the age of seventeen. I knew she had taken her own pad in town, a small furnished apartment not too far from our house.
Instinct or need ... I can't quite pin it down, but from the very first day, when Marta seemed so frightened on the job, I started playing "big sister" to her. I was always there to show her the work, help her out with the various files and whatever she needed to get started at her work. She was grateful and she seemed to cling to me. She was like the kid sister I really wanted, I kept telling myself.
Now I'll tell you the many tricks the mind plays on us. She looked a lot like Shirley, all the same beautiful light features, the curvy frame, even the proud jut of their breasts-all so alike ... it was frightening. But during those first few days that she was on the job I would look at her and tell myself that it was Shirley, that they were totally identical. I had made her into an "adopted kid sister," and I had a very special feeling for Marta.
Not physical ... I tried to tell myself, foolishly thinking that fall the balling I did with guys made me totally straight. But I couldn't kid myself for long. Marta would wear a new blouse or a different sweater and I would be so painfully aware of the jut of her breasts, my hands always tingling to experience them. And then whenever she worked at her typewriter, if she would shift about or cross her legs, my eyes would be zooming right up into the spread of her thighs.
She was turning me on, more and more, day by day, and I didn't seem to know what to do about it. We were always together, taking our coffee breaks together, having lunch together, walking home from work together.
I was so wrapped up in her that I couldn't seem to see so many obvious things about me. A number of the young guys in the office were always trying to ask her for dates, but she seemed to have a smooth way of putting them off. I didn't realize it then, but she was really frightened of the guys. She would be looking at me-so much like I would be looking at her, and you know the excitement is being generated.
I had to deny it for the longest time, telling myself that she was a sweet kid who needed help, and I subconsciously needed a substitute for my kid sister. Okay, we kept getting closer and closer, always doing things together, even meeting and going to the movies together.
Sitting so close to Marta, my eyes constantly moving to one side at the throbbing of her tightly-sweatered breasts, or down at the hemline of her mini-skirt, wanting to edge over closer, but not daring to. And I can still remember the time that I noticed her hand on the edge of my seat and I wanted to hold it. That's all, I just wanted to hold her hand, but something told me I couldn't do that, not in the movie house of a small town.
It was all so much like a date, but I was troubled beyond the movie and having coffee and a snack together. It couldn't be the same as a date after that I told myself. I hurried home, as I left her near the corner of her pad. And I sensed that she had wanted to invite me up, but couldn't quite get up the nerve to ask me. It wouldn't be for merely "a visit," I sensed that, somewhere in the back of my mind.
I went home that night, admitting to myself that I had gone to the movies with Marta in place of a date with a guy-in fact, I had turned down a handsome stud, a guy I had made it with a number of times, just to be near Marta. I was so damned turned on, getting ready for bed, I could feel all of my body throbbing, telling myself that I should have gone out with that guy. I had to rush out of my clothing, telling myself that I had an urge to sleep in the nude.
The little lie ... I had the urge to be nude so that I could run my hands all over my body underneath the covers. I wanted to be nude so that I could jam hands right up into the inner reaches of my thighs, solidly into my lovemound.
I was for guys ... I inwardly tormented myself, straining to think of having a guy ball me, but Marta was there in all my mental images. She was there ... but she was a hazy composite of her and my sister, and all the cocks I created in my sexual fantasy were directed that way. I wanted to think of just a guy-not of Shirley or Marta, but I couldn't quite pull it off.
I had my thigh out wide underneath the covers, ramming fingers of both hands to my throbbing pussy, like a damned schoolgirl. I couldn't stop myself, trying desperately to think of all those fingers as a cock. I tried to think of the biggest cock I had ever taken, the one that had made my pussy ache the most, had really made me sore down there.
I could only think of that beautiful young girl ... and I wasn't sure if it was my sister or Marta ... but I wanted her to be close to me-very close and I let my imagination run wild in that direction. I rolled over on my side, shoving fingers fast and furious to my pussy, imagining myself kissing a girl's lips, pressing hard, feeling the lush knockers locked into mine. I could imagine the lithe frame hugging mine, rubbing hard and getting ready to mutually orgasm, hanging tight to one another.
So confused ... I orgasmed, my body finally grinding to a halt, my fingers all sticky with my heavy cream. I closed my eyes, trying desperately to get to sleep. Across the hall, I could hear my sister in her room, moving about, probably trying on new clothes, so involved with her own life.
I don't remember falling asleep that night, but I do remember what a struggle it was, all those confused thoughts running through my brain. I woke up that next morning with a very definite plan in my mind. I thought it just had to be the solution to everything. I wanted Marta as my friend-telling myself that I would never be close with my sister-and I figured the way to do that was to double-date with guys. You see it all the time, girls swing together, usually going out with guys who are buddies. You can go anywhere, be close to your girlfriend, and still be hanging onto the guy's arm.
I had just the guys in mind, a couple of buddies who shared a pad and belonged to the same cycle club. Red and Rick ... I had been out with both of them a number of times. Red was a burly guy, his nickname telling the color of his hair. He was a real stud and that pubic bush of flame colored hair made his cock and balls look all the more exciting to me. He was fun to be with, too. So was Rick, a tall and lanky guy, hung heavy but not quie up on the same par as Red.
I should have sensed the uneasiness in Marta when I asked her to meet a friend of mine, that we could doubledate that Friday night. I should have sensed that she said yes to please me, that she wanted to remain close to me.
Okay, I can give you the details in a hurry. We went out that night for a bite to eat and quite a few drinks. And then we were riding around in Red's car, with Rick and Marta in the back seat. Red had pulled me over close to him on the front seat and I was positioned so that I could continually sneak glances in the rear-view mirror at Rick and Marta.
She seemed so uneasy back there, sitting slightly away from Rick. And then he reached out and pulled her close to him, his arm going about her waist. I couldn't help but sneak glances back there, at how Rick reached over and kissed her, and I was so certain that she wasn't at ease, that she wasn't really into it.
Red never asked,, he simply assumed, driving out to a summer camp they had out by the lake. They braked to a halt in the driveway and passed the bottle around. I took a little pull on the booze, but Marta nodded that she didn't want any. I was locked into Red's arms and we made it into the small camp with the main room and the bedroom. My eyes went directly to the couch by the fireplace in the main room, knowing there were twin beds in the other room.
Red and Rick loved to ball side by side with chicks, I knew that, I had been in on some wild sessions. But I nodded to Rick, giving him a sign to remain in the front room with Marta. I told myself that I didn't want to get laid with her in the same room, but I knew that it was that she would be too uneasy about it all. I was getting all the signs ... and I was beginning to wonder if I had not blundered setting up the double-date.
The small talk was so damned strained and I let Red just about push me into the other room.
"What's with your friend?" Red wanted to know, working me over to the edge of the one of the beds. "She's a little uptight-"
"She just met Rick!" I was quick to defend her. "She's not that fast!"
"Okay, okay, baby!" And Red was at it, running his big hands up and down my sides, jamming himself into me, letting me feel that fantastic bulge of hard cock pressing directly above my lovemound. "Give us a big kiss!" he teased, pressing his open mouth to mine, letting his tongue do a variety of instant lewd things deep inside my mouth.
I writhed and twisted, trying desperately to get into the swing of things-trying not to worry about Marta out in the other room with Rick. I had to let out a deep groan, Red working his hands quickly down the rear of me, coming up fast on the. back of my thighs, jamming his big hands on the filminess of my panties. I couldn't stop groaning the instant sensation of having his tongue solidly in my mouth, his big hands fevering my panty-clad buttocks, shoving me right up to the bulging front of him.
I was still straining to hear what was going on in the other room, the door partially open. I was so annoyed at myself for worrying about Marta. And then I started trembling, getting turned-on solidly into my sexual thing with Red, and still wondering just exactly how much experience Marta had with guys. Rick could come on strong, I realized, since I had been fantastically balled by him a number of times.
She's a big girl ... I tried to tell myself and I tried not to think of them in the other room. I had to get solidly into my thing with Red, to give back as much as he was offering me. He was working hard at it all the way around, his hands pressing hard through the filminess of my panties, scorching up and down my buttocks, the fingers continually crawling into the crack of my ass, making my panties bind and drive me wild.
I couldn't stop thinking about Marta and Red in the other room, and I had to get more involved with Red, as though that would erase all my thoughts about the next room. I had to rush into it, really go ape and I jammed a hand down between us, instantly capturing the enormous bulge at the crotch of his trousers.
Red let out a deep animalistic sound, his mouth still jammed to mine, his tongue doing wild things to me. He moved about, running his hands fiercely on my buttocks and I got the message, quickly unzipping his fly and getting that hand right up inside to really do a lot of groping and grabbing. I felt the full length and thickness of his swollen prick through the front of his undershorts, and I dug and dove my hand frantically onward, inward, grasping at the real thing, loving the feel of throbbing prick.
"Oh, do it nice!" Red moaned, finally edging his mouth back from mine. "Make it talk!" He loved being lewd, slamming his hands continually harder at my ass.
I stroked the swollen prick, finally tugging it out into the open, getting the full feel of it. And as I did, Red circled one of his big hands to the front of me, edging fingers up inside the seams of my panties, crawling up into the pink moistness of my pussy.
I had to bite down hard on my lower lip, trying not to screech out too loud, bringing the thought of cock and cunt together-oh, so fantastically together! But feeling the fingers toying like a cock in my snatch and stroking the stud-cock back and forth, my thoughts all rushed out to the other room and I was aflame with thoughts of Marta and Red in the same position out there by the couch.
I could suddenly feel the heads of perspiration as big as silver dollars on my forehead, forming thick and bouncing off me. I couldn't pull back from the sexual magnetism of Red, trembling about my real fear about the other couple in the other room. I was no longer concerned about Marta as to her possible fear of Rick. No ... I had to admit to myself that I was going wild imagining Marta balling with Red. I couldn't think of anything else but her having her kicks, her pussy on fire and ready to go.
I thought I was going mad, Red suddenly seeming so heavy all over me. I was thinking of Rick about to shove cock to Marta and I had the most perverse envy going. It was more than envy, it was sheer jealousy that I couldn't shove a hard cock to her. I couldn't erase the far-out images of myself with a hard cock, humping it fast and furiously to Marta.
I couldn't think that way, I kept telling myself, and I was rubbing harder and harder at Red's cock, letting him dig his fingers deeper and deeper into my pussy. I wanted to get laid, fast and furiously. I wanted Red's cock jammed to my pussy, rushing me to a completion. I thought it was all as simple as that.
"Down, Doris-baby!" Red worked one hand up to the back of my head, telling me that he was anxious to have me wrap my mouth around his swollen prick. "Do me great, like nobody else can!"
"No-" I tightened, having a sudden fear of Marta catching me in that perverse act, my mouth racing down on a cock. "I-I can't!" I tightened, always wanting to scream out for him to hurry up and yank my panties down and shove cock to me. I was trembling, not even wanting all of my clothes off, just to get that swollen prick up my pussy as fast as possible.
"Hey, baby-" Red looked puzzled. "That's not the Doris-chick I know!" And he was still trying to get me to go down on my knees.
I was about to go down, about to have him force me into it, when my name was shouted from the other room, Marta screaming suddenly.
"Doris! Please...." And she rushed up into the doorway, pulling it open as I edged back from Red.
"Honey...."I moaned, looking at the torn buttons of her blouse, the lushness of one breast about to plop out over the bra-cup. She was in disarray and she was trembling, Rick at a distance behind her, his fly unzipped, his hard cock jutting male-proud out in the open. "Oh, baby, I'm sorry...." And I rushed to her.
"Doris, I couldn't-" she sobbed and rushed into my arms. I pulled her close to me, unable to make out the incoherent sounds from her.
"I thought she wanted to swing-" Rick shrugged, moving up closer, looking from us to Red.
"Like, what's wrong?" Red was annoyed.
"She's not that experienced," I alibied, trying to keep her close to me. "Please Red!"
And I instantly knew that wasn't all there was to me. I could sense by the closeness of her, the way she seemed to need me, the real cause of her fears. She wanted me, I knew that, and I tried not to show too much interest in front of the guys.
I wasn't confused on that score, all the way home, with just the three of us sitting up front. I had my arm around Marta, while Red kept both hands on the wheel in silence. He was hip to something, but it was as though he didn't want to bring it out in the open.
I was in charge with Marta, and I loved the way she clung to me, needed me. I told Red to leave us off at her pad, that I'd see that she was all right. I knew why we would be going up to her pad and I felt as though I was racing to my destiny.
"You don't have to, Doris...." Marta trembled. "You don't have to see me up, I'll be all right now...." She seemed so nervous once Red left us off in front of her place.
"I want to," I tightened my arm about her waist and then I had to kiss her, planting my lips very close to hers. And then I edged back slightly and I did something I had wanted to do so many times before that-I took her hand in mine and calmly walked to her door, going hand in hand up the stairway to her small furnished apartment.
I closed the door behind us, and I knew it wasn't the time for Smalltalk about how nicely she kept her pad or any of that crap. I had a certain finality about the way I closed the door and then I turned her in toward me, taking her other hand, too. Both of our hands clasped, I forced her to have the meeting of the eyes, our bodies continually moving closer and closer, the very tips of our breasts about to touch.
"I'm so sorry about the date...." I whispered hoarsely, my mouth edging closer and closer to hers. "I should have realized ... but I've been .so confused...." Then we kissed, hotly, wetly, for a long time.
I could feel the waves of pleasure surging through my body, pleasure I had never felt before, even with the best stud. I suddenly realized that it wasn't Marta I wanted to imagine myself with, or be with, but Shirley.
Marta ignited almost as soon as my hands touched her breasts. She wasn't in the mood to dally. Stripping off her clothes, then ripping off mine, she jumped with me naked onto the floor and began kissing me all over, between my thighs, between my breasts, over my nipples, and then, over my oozing cunt lips.
I lit up too when I felt her soothing caress over my hot clit. We wrestled together on the floor for a long time, sucking and licking each other's pussies, until she came with a wild scream.
She insisted I come too. I tried, lying back while she sucked at my cunt, even licking into my asshole from time to time. But nothing happened. I found myself longing for something hot and stiff inside me.
But then, I thought of Shirley for some reason. Everything changed. I could feel the waves of pleasure again through my thighs, my tummy. A minute later, I entered a powerful, fully-satisfying orgasm, screaming out Shirley's name at the top of my lungs.
That day I realized once and for all I wasn't a lesbian. Marta was a beautiful, sensuous young girl, but still I couldn't get turned on by her. I realized I had a worse problem. The only way I could really enjoy sex was to think of Shirley. The only thing I really wanted to do was fuck Shirley.
Of course, she had a life of her own by now. I met my husband, we fucked a lot, he liked me, we decided to stick together. Just like that. He never imagined what was going on inside my head. I guess he just assumed that I wasn't too much of a hot box.
But things have been getting worse. I can make believe I'm with Shirley if my husband is kissing me, caressing me, eating my pussy. When he sticks his cock in me, it's hard. And I can't go down on him any more. That would show me that it's him, not Shirley, and I can't bear the thought of making it with anyone but her.
What can I do? I don't really have any idea. I haven't even seen Shirley in a long time. But doctor, I want her so bad, more than I want anyone else.
My husband is getting rightfully pissed off. He says if I can't suck his cock, if I don't want him to fuck me, something is wrong. He suspects all sorts of things. I knew what the trouble was. I just told him I'd see you, and maybe things will work out. In the meantime, I'll do my best to please him. He's good to me. He really doesn't deserve a woman like me, a confused, hung-up chick like me.
Guess you don't get many patients who come and tell you their problem. I'm not here to find out mine. I know it. I want to know how to stop it, before it destroys my life, and my husband's.
CONCLUSION
This is indeed a strange case. The woman is right in her own diagnosis. She's apparently in love with her sister, although she is by no means a lesbian. I've seen a case like this only once before.
Having no one else, it was difficult. But now that she's married, she should be getting over her problems. She isn't. Apparently the problem is very deep-rooted. She needs therapy, she needs to be shown once and for all her sister is not the only person in the world who can love her. Her husband loves her, wants her. All she has to do is realize this. Recovery will follow.
For the time being, I might suggest she go see her sister. Instead of increasing her attraction to Shirley, seeing her as she really is, older, mature, will have the sobering effect that is needed.
Sometimes the only cure for fantasy is a good, hard dose of reality.
