After completing my book, Dominatresses and Boy Sex Slaves, I found that I had gathered vast reams of material, many boxes of tape recordings made during interviews with subjects for my case-history observations, and that my mind was still full of hundreds of absorbing, real-life examples of the methods in which the mature female seduces the boy or younger male, many of which could of course not possibly have been included in my first volume.
Research, if done honestly and zealously, is a laborious task, but no author worthy of his salt can neglect it. Once he begins it, however, he finds so many ramifications, so many complexities and devious bypaths of material that he often feels he has material for several other books. And this is exactly what happened to me.
Back in Toronto, after a much-needed vacation at Montreal's famous "Expo," I met some of my fellow doctors and friends from other walks of life at the Granite Club. We discussed the first volume of mine, and the discussion grew as these professional men told me of instances which had happened in their own lives-some even to themselves personally-as well as those with which they were personally acquainted as having touched the lives of people they knew. It was obvious to me as to them that this theme of how the older woman seduces the boy is even more prevalent than I myself had believed.
An advertising man it was who made the point that my first book went intensively into the mental outlook of the female who was drawn to the young boy or younger male; "but that I did not deal too thoroughly with the important psychological aspect of what happens to these males as they mature. It was true that I defended myself against that charge, for several of the cases in the first book I have already cited do document the later history of the male in the case. All the same I was willing to admit that there was certainly enough material after my research for not only one but several other volumes.
And so, my faithful readers, here is the second volume, with the promise that there will be more. I have re-examined all the material that I have researched, and I have found fascinating vagaries, psychological viewpoints, even unusual techniques in the matter of seduction. But most important of all, since I have known what to seek specifically, I have discovered much of human interest as regards the mental processes of the male himself as he becomes the victim of an older woman's seduction and as he carries this effect into his future life.
I do not moralize or draw judgments. I simply report, with, it is true, the background of a doctor, a marriage counselor and a psychiatrist. But I try to avoid in all instances technical language that may cloud the issue or make it difficult for the reader to follow. My task is simply to present the stories of a mature woman and a young boy and let the reader "see" them as if he knew them personally. If I have succeeded, then my reportorial work has been ably done. If I have given you insight into the workings of the minds of those around you, helped explain some of the baffling questions of human sexual behavior, then I have not labored in vain.
The Author
CHAPTER ONE
THE HOME
Most insurance underwriters will tell you that more accidents happen in the home than in any other possible locale. One might say the same thing of sexual seductions.
From the very outset of his life, a child receives not only security, nutrition, love and tenderness and solicitude from his parents, but also his first cognizance of sex. Sometimes and in many instances this is unwitting. One often has read in novels that a young wife tells her ardent husband that they must be careful when they make love "not to let Baby see" if they already have a child who is at an impressionable age, or even an infant.
But it is in the home that the young boy sometimes accidentally catches a glimpse of his mother's thighs or breasts or her loins or her bottom. And if he has been given the impression that it is a sin for a male to look at the body of a female, then what he sees will have a traumatic effect upon him. It is all part and parcel of the kind of sexual education which is given in the home. We have read of many frustrations in sex, thanks to earlier upbringing which was puritanical, so that in later life when a young man or a woman married, he or she felt at odds with the sudden privilege of having sexual relations because all of his or her previous life, sex was regarded as a "forbidden" or "unwholesome" thing.
In our present society, with the advent of what is called the "sexual revolution," there begins to be observed a reaction against the puritanism and the guilty neuroses of say, the Mid Victorian era. Out of puritanism has always come hypocrisy, a set of double standards which were transmitted down through mature life and noticeably altered the psyche as well as the behavior of the individual.
For example, in England at about the middle of the 19th Century, it was considered grossly improper for a wife to avow or admit any sexual interest in her own husband, or to exhibit responsive passion to his. She was looked upon as the chattel, the vessel, and the act was done in darkness, with long nightshirts to cover the "nastiness" of the human body. Today, the pendulum has swung to the other extreme, so that we see magazines upon the newstand which clinically exhibit every part of the male and female body. To be sure, there may be too much of this, but it is certainly healthier to understand and to look upon the human body without shame or guilt or recrimination. Then what is done is candid, spontaneous and natural, which is as it should be.
But the youngster who grows up in a home where there in sententious moralizing, where he is given the feeling that to steal a glance at his sister's bare thighs or his mother's bare breasts is unwholesome and unnatural and where he goes through adolescence without ever understanding the tortured, damned-up emotions which he feels and which he must suppress because it would be "shameful and dirty" otherwise, he cannot be expected to adjust rationally or normally when, in young mature life, he is exposed to a seductress who has no such hidebound views and who looks upon him rather with amusement as a kind of "scared virgin" whose reactions will provide her with not only sexual pleasure but also the ego-expanding flattery of conquest.
Now the "double standard" I have mentioned which existed in the 19th Century and particularly in England would find husband and wife absolute strangers to each other even in bed, as if they did not wish to admit the act itself. It was considered perfectly proper for the husband to go to a brothel where he might purchase a teenaged girl to whip, sodomize or ravish as he chose. He and his cronies would deem this great sport and would meet at their clubs to savor all the lurid details of such "conquests." But let one of their wives so much as expose an ankle to the grocery boy, or pat his cheek, or, for that matter, leave a light burning on the night table beside the bed and wear a wrapper instead of a thick Mother-Hubbardish nightshift when she was about to have sexual relations with her husband, and these same pious gentlemen would be loud in their censure of the wanton trollop who had the name of wife but was little better than a whore. This is not mere fabrication, this is fact. And it had taken us practically a century to cast off the shackles of a dreary, repressive and constricting puritanism which left in its wake lifelong inhibitions, traumas and neuroses ... and, quite beyond that, doubtless set the stage for the imperative necessity for a nation of psychiatrists to counsel those whose lives have been hampered by just such guilt repressions.
And yet, even in the most emancipated of modern homes, even where sexual education is given in a wholesome, and unbiased manner to young children, there still exists the unknown quantity of fetish, the stimulus, the inspiration-as you will-which may linger in the mind of even the most properly trained boy or girl and affect him or her in later life. It may probe into the subconscious realm of the mind, only to crop up years later without warning or precedent.
This is why so many of my case histories are absolutely unpredictable. This is why also I try to go as deeply into the background of those with whom I consult, learning what they can remember of their childhood so as to pinpoint precisely what it was that "turned them on," to use the vernacular.
But in the home, as I say, there is every opportunity, every potential, to indoctrinate the child into sexual mores, both conventional and unconventional. If, let us say, the weather is warm and the mother or the babysitter or the governess or nurse decides to go around without wearing panties or a slip, and the child should be looking at a moment when the female moves in such a way as to disclose her upper thighs, it is possible for him to catch a glimpse of the loins or of temptingly rounded buttocks and thus be sensually attracted even without knowing it.
When we speak of the home and we delve into the case histories which follow, I shall include maid, babysitter, as well as family friend. You will see from these actual instances which follow how such persons can and do seduce young boys, and what takes place as a result.
Our first case is that of a maid employed in a well to do home.
CASE HISTORY
Marian Age 29
Brent L-, Age 13
Marian was forced to look for work when her husband and two-year-old daughter were both killed in an automobile accident. She was twenty-seven years old at the time, had enjoyed a reasonably good marriage and a wholesome sexual adjustment. She had come to this marriage a virgin, but with an open mind and an eagerness, borne out of genuine love for her husband. He in turn had taught her how to find climax not only by fucking, but also by being fingered and tongued. And as a consequence, she relished sexual experience and missed it deeply when her husband died.
Marian was slightly plump but nonetheless quite attractive, with large, well formed, firm titties and bottom-cheeks of ample but delightfully curved proportions.
Unfortunately, her husband had not taken out sufficient insurance, and as soon as the shock of both his and her daughter's death began to wane, she found to her horror that she was practically destitute. Moreover, since she had married almost immediately after leaving high school, she was practically untrained to earn her livelihood. All she knew was housework, and as a consequence she determined to find a job in that field.
Fortunately, she was able to secure through an employment agency a very good job which paid quite well as a maid in a household where there was only one child to take care of, a boy of thirteen. His parents were quite healthily adjusted as regards sex, and often Marian walked in on them kissing, fondling each other, and also, far more often than was good for her state of mind at her deprivation, heard them fucking in their bedroom. As she told me, the sounds of their bodies slithering together, their wet kisses, the smacks of their hands spanking each other, and the moans and gasps when they came, were sheer torture.
The boy's parents were interior decorators and worked as a team, so they traveled frequently and often left Brent in her care. It was during one of these trips that Marian seduced him.
On this particular evening while they were watching television, Marian observed that Brent was spending more time looking at her legs than at the television set. Her dress had rucked up and she had crossed her legs, so she divined that he was able to see at least to the top of her sheer nylon hose. It was obvious that he was excited, and this excitement was communicated to her.
She pretended not to be aware of his goggling stare, and casually pulled the side of her dress up and adjusted a suspender in such a way that she gave him undeterred view of her thighs well above her nylons.
Then she turned deliberately and, without lowering her dress, gave him a fascinating smile and murmured, "I think you like looking at my legs, don't you, Brent? Do you think that they're nice?"
He blushingly mumbled something, rather incoherent, but from this Marian was able to draw the fact that he did indeed like looking at them and considered them extremely attractive.
"I'm going to give you a chance to have a really good look at them, then," she laughed softly. His breath began to come more quickly as she walked over and, standing close to his chair, caught up the hem of her dress and slowly began to loft it above her legs. "Just you tell me when you want me to stop," she said with a coy giggle as the dress moved upwards.
Her hands were trembling with excitement as she watched his face darken and tauten with passion. Already well above the tops of her hose, her dress continued to hike until a bit of her pale blue nylon panties was seen.
"Would you like to touch?" she proffered.
He uttered a stifled little groan and, unanswering put one palm on each thigh just below the tops of her hose. Then he began to rub and press his hands as they moved upwards from the nylons to her satiny naked skin.
Even after his hands reached her panties, which by then were fully exposed to his bulging eyes, Brent didn't stop. To show him that she was inviting him to continue, Marian moved her feet widely apart, straddling her legs to give him total access to the crotch of her panties.
One of his hands pressed there against her cunt, while the other rubbed the nylon-sheathed slopes of her plump bottom-cheeks.
"Pl-please let me see you, M-Marian," he begged in a tone of agonized despair.
"What do you mean, Brent dear?" she teased.
"You know!" His hand pressed against her cunt. "Right there! I-I've never seen that part of a woman, not ever!"
She continued to tease him and ask him questions, until she had discovered that he had truly never seen a naked woman. The only time he had ever seen anyone of the opposite sex was when he had witnessed a diaper change to a year-old girl cousin.
Marian then seated herself on the arm of his chair with her dress still boldly lofted, and continued to talk to him while she pretended to decide whether or not she was going to grant this favor. At last she agreed that she would at least remove her dress. As she stood before him in bra, panties, garterbelt, nylon hose and shoes, he began to sweat. "Go ahead and feel my titties," she said gently. Again he uttered a stifled gasp and reached up to feel the snugly filled cups of her bra, as he stammered, "Gee, I-I sure would love to see and feel them, I sure would!"
"All right, I'll let you put one of your hands into my bra, but don't you dare tear it," she said indulgently.
He needed no second invitation, and while he was doing it, she put her own right hand to the front of his trousers and found, just as she had expected, that he had a hard-on. He winced and groaned, and then gasped, "Oh please, take off-take them all off-I want to see you, please!"
"All right, I'll make a deal with you, Brent," she gave him a fascinating, prolonged smile as she stood very close to him. "Why don't we go into my bedroom. There you can take off all your clothes, and I'll take off all of mine. Isn't that fair?"
"Oh yes!" he gasped. She took him by the hand and led him to her bedroom, then drew back the covers on the bed.
He was obviously nervous and embarrassed, and yet he was able to take his clothes off rather quickly. However, he did hesitate when he reached his shorts, but Marian laughed and said, "That's not keeping the bargain, dear, not if you expect me to take mine off too. Now take them all off!"
He unbuttoned them with fumbling fingers, and then dragged them down to let them slither around his ankles. Her hand reached out and took hold of his stiff young prick.
"My gracious, what a big one you have there, darling," she fibbed. "You know what? I bet that after you look up my dress when I'm not watching, you sneak off to the bathroom and do this to your big boy!" And then, she moved her hand back and forth in the motion of frigging.
Brent blushingly denied it, but she knew very well he was lying. "Well, it doesn't matter. I'm flattered that you think that much of me, really, Brent. Now why don't you take off my bra like a good boy?"
His hands began to tremble violently as he fumbled with the catch of the bra, and then he uttered a loud cry of ecstasy when the bra fell and her big round firm and satiny titties thrust out in all their glory. At once he gripped them with his hands and began to rub and squeeze them.
"You know, Brent," she murmured, "when a man plays with a girl's titties, he sometimes sucks them for her to make her feel nice. Won't you do that for me, please?"
Then, putting one hand to the back of his head, die pressed his face until she felt his mouth graze one of her nipples. "That's it, take it into your mouth and suck it dowry, darling," she encouraged. He did so, and she felt it throb and harden. "Wait a minute and let me show you what you did, dear," she said as she moved away. "See how hard and dark it is? That's what you did. And it feels so nice. Now do it to the other one!"
This time he was bolder, and sucked it greedily. After he had finished and she had removed her nipple to show him what effect his sucking had had on her, he panted, "Please take your panties off, won't you please?"
"Oh, I'm too tired," she shrugged her lovely dimpled shoulders. "If you want them off, you've got to do all the work yourself."
He stood at her side to keep her in profile, staring at her face and naked titties hungrily. Then with his trembling fingers he began to lower her panties. She could see that he was teasing himself by taking them down very slowly, his eyes glittering avidly as her naked flesh and then her cunt were exposed in the descent.
When he let them drop to her ankles, she caught his hands which had tried to grab her between the thighs and made him put his arms around her. Then, as she squeezed his bottom, she murmured, "You know, a girl likes to be kissed a lot and felt up before she does the real thing with a man."
"I want to kiss you, yes-oh let me-you're so wonderful," he blurted.
"Well, kiss my bubbies again then, dear, and my tummy too. Oh that's nice. And now you can kiss my mouth. Wait a bit, don't do it so hard. Open your lips a little-that's it. And now put your tongue out just a little until it goes into my mouth. I'll do the same for you. Isn't it exciting?"
"Oh yes, oh gee, it's awfully nice, I-I never had anything like this before!" he panted.
"Let's go to bed then, dear, so we can be more comfy. Standing like this will tire us both out," she giggled. She took him by the wrist and led him to the bed. "Oh please, let me see your-you know, between your legs-" he stammered.
"You mean my pussy, my cunt? All right, dear. Now, take a good look."
With this, she lay down on her back, lifted her knees in the air and spread them widely. "Look at it closely. Go ahead, it won't bite," she teased. He was crouching on his knees and moved his face between her thighs and peered down in between them at her pussy. "Can I touch it?" he gasped. "Oh no, before you touch it, you have to kiss it just the way you did my mouth. And don't forget to use your tongue the way you did in my mouth. That's really exciting for a girl. If you want me to be nice to you, you have to be nice to me in return."
Nervously at first, and then with growing passion, Brent pressed his mouth against her cunt. Then after a little while, he began to slither out his tongue and to rim the lips of her vulva.
Marian moaned with passion, cupping her titties and squeezing them, pressing them together, her head turning slowly from side to side. Then he stopped. "Oh don't-don't stop now, darling!" she panted. "You keep on doing that until I tell you not to, you hear me? Otherwise I'll send you back to your room and that'll be all you'll ever have of me."
It was obvious that Brent regarded this as a catastrophe, and so he diligently crammed his tongue back into her cunt. At her directions, he began to feel for her clitoris, and soon she was wriggling and moaning, until with a final long-drawn moan of ecstasy, her body shuddered and quaked in hot girlcome. Then she pulled him into her arms atop her, and told him, "You see, that was lovely. It made me come. You know what come is? It's when you jack yourself off and that white stuff comes out. Well, a girl does that too inside, when a man loves her pussy the way you just did, either with his tongue or his finger or his big stiff cock."
"I'll do the same for you some day," she added as she stroked the back of his neck with one hand and his bottom with the other. "I'll take your prick into my mouth and I'll suck until you come-would you like that?"
"Oh yes-but-but I'd really-"
"What would you really like?" she urged.
"I-I want to-" his face turned furiously red.
"You want to fuck me, don't you? You want to put your cock into my pussy, is that it?"
The boy nodded, trembling violently, staring at her with longing eyes. With a smile, she rolled onto her back, spread her legs widely, and murmured, "All right, put it into me."
He mounted her belly, shaking with nervousness and passion, and his stiff cock began to jab against her thighs and belly until at last he found the wet twitching slit of her cunt and managed all by himself to insert his ramrod just inside the quivering soft lips.
To her amazement, she didn't need to guide him very much. He soon began to thrust in and out of her like an experienced lover. Nor was it any surprise to her when suddenly, after about two minutes of this, he uttered a wild cry and collapsed on her, and she could feel his young hot spurt shooting down her cunt.
Later that evening, Brent's potency was restored, and after an extended session of erotic play which consisted of fondling each other, kissing, licking and sucking, she allowed him to fuck her again. This time he was able to last much longer, and Marian was brought to a hot and furious come during the act of coitus.
She let Brent sleep in her bed all that night. In the morning, and throughout the rest of the three days while his parents were on their travels, he and Marian were almost constantly naked, and fucked, Frenched and gamahuched every chance they got.
On their final day together, Marian realized with a certain dismay that her time of the month was starting. But she was determined not to waste the magnificent hard-on which she saw on him, and so she said, "I'm going to show you another way to do it when a girl is sick or has her curse-that's what I have, dear. You know I told you how a girl is made and what happens to her once a month? Now you watch."
With this, she knelt on the bed on all fours, and looked back over her shoulder, "Now get on the bed behind me, kneel down and stick your prick into my bumhole. Here, I'll show you."
With this, she reached back, drew open the cheeks of her behind and exposed the plump, puckering petals of her asshole. "You mean there?" he gasped.
"Oh yes. And when you do it, when you've got it all the way in, reach forward with a finger and put it into my pussy and find my little button. Rub it back and forth and you'll make me awfully happy. I'll do nice things for you if you do that for me, darling," she urged hoarsely.
The boy obeyed, and his cries of joy began to tell her very swiftly that he found buggering almost as delightful as fucking, if not more so!
After Brent's parents returned, Marian and the youth took every opportunity possible to engage in numerous varieties of sexual acts. Then, almost a year later, she suddenly left the job.
Brent had a feeling that his mother and father knew something about her sudden departure, but whenever he questioned them, they ignored him or else changed the subject.
It was only years later he discovered that Marian had become pregnant through him and that she had left the job because of it. It was a shock to htm to realize he had fathered a child when he was only thirteen.
Alone and sensitive, with the memory of all their sexual joys, he fell into a black despondency. He tried to jack himself off as a sexual outlet, and it gave very little consolation.
His parents hired a new maid, but Brent found that she was older than Marian and less attractive. The first time he made a tentative sexual overture, she was horrified and threatened to tell his mother, so he didn't try again.
To be sure, Brent had already instilled within him the lust for a woman's flesh, which Marian had inculcated in his psyche. So, after the rebuff by the new maid, he thought of trying to make out with girls, but the idea didn't really appeal to him. He had, as can readily be understood, been conditioned to the mature titties, bottomcheeks and quivering, pulsing thighs of the mature woman: hence only such a woman could fulfill his needs in the future. And so, when he was on the street, when he ate in restaurants, when he rode the bus, he stared openly at women's legs with the yearning hope that one of them would recognize his wish-fulfillment longings and respond to him as Marian had done.
Unfortunately, most women who apprehended him in the act of staring at their legs, clenched them tightly and looked shocked. Several of them even laughed at the boy, but not one provided the opportunity he so passionately craved. Once, indeed, Brent followed a woman out of the restaurant after having looked up her dress while she was seated at an adjacent table. Her body reminded him of Marian's, and the sight of her plump thighs, pale white above the stocking tops, had roused him furiously, to the point of losing his already waning self-control. He caught up to her on the street and asked her, using the very words Marian had taught him, "Please, M'am, will you let me gamahuch you? You've got such gorgeous legs, I'm just dying to put my mouth on your cunt!"
With a gasp of alarm, the woman turned on him and slapped his face hard. Then she began to scream, and he turned and ran like a deer. Blocks later, he stopped, his heart pounding wildly, and with relief told himself that he hadn't been caught; it would have been a horrible scandal.
That scare, for the next few weeks, kept him from approaching other women. Yet in time, the demands of his flesh proved too great to suborn. And so, on a crowded sidewalk one afternoon, seeing an attractive mature woman walk just ahead of him, watching her bottomcheeks shift and undulate, he reached out and squeezed. She glared at him angrily, opened her mouth as if to cry for help, and he turned and fled again quickly. Thus for years his life consisted only of desire for a mature woman, and what little relief he had was done by jacking off while he closed his eyes and pretended that a mature woman, naked and willing as Marian had been, was beside him fondling and sucking and licking his cock and balls, opening the soft pink lips of her pussy to let him stick his stiff prick inside and fuck her. It was unsatisfactory, and it was torture after reality.
Finally, at the age of eighteen, five years after he had been indoctrinated by Marian, Brent had his first sexual experience with a girl of about his own age. She was willing and passionate, and when she undressed down to bra and panties, most men would have considered her tremendously exciting. In Brent's eyes, she was too immature, too nubile.
He knelt down before her and panted, "Delia, I've just got to kiss your sweet pussy first. Please let me." The girl blushed, then nodded. He gripped the cheeks of her behind and glued his mouth to her cunt, and began to suck and lick, in the hope that it would stir him. But it didn't, and he couldn't get a hard-on. Nonetheless, he kept licking at her until she finally groaned and came. Then as he rose to his feet, glancing down forlornly at his limp prick, he stammered, "Delia, please-do something for me now after what I did for you-I-I can't get it up-but if you take it in your mouth, if you suck my cock, I-I'll get real hard i can fuck you."
"Oh, for heaven sakes, of course I won't do a filthy thing like that!" the young red-haired girl gasped, turning scarlet with indignation.
She had, as we can readily divine, been conditioned with that singular double standard which applies to women as well as to men; to have her own pleasure from his mouth had been one thing, but to perform the act of Frenching was anathema because it was "dirty."
From this we can see immediately and especially in the adolescent male or female, that lasting harm can be done by the conditioning of an attitude which embodies fear and guilt and shame. Possibly, if this red-haired girl had been as willing to French Brent as he had been willing to gamahuch her, the rest of the story might never have been written.
So, with a groan of despair, he put on his clothes and left her room while she laughed at him. And the tragedy was deepening inside of him, the yearning and the frustration growing until they would stifle his very soul.
As he walked home slowly, a sudden thought leaped into his brain. Why should he go on with college when he could get a job and make money and buy a whore? A whore that might remind him of Marian, mature and ripe and willing!
His parents were shocked and pleaded with him when they learned that he intended to drop out of college. But he was adamant. He took a job driving a truck at the age of nineteen. With the money he earned, he was thus able to hire middle-aged whores, and at last with them he found relief in fucking and being sucked that he so desperately needed.
A year later, he came upon a whore who almost exactly resembled Marian, and the moment he saw her in a bar, he felt himself taken by a tremendous hard-on. He went up to her, told her that he wanted her for the night, and she took him to her place.
While he was sucking her titties and gamahuching her, just as he had done with Marian, he was ecstatically happy. Later, when she lay down on her back and drew her knees up and smilingly encouraged him to thrust his prick in and fuck her hard, the same spirit of acceptance and delight took hold of his youth.
The experience was so thrilling for him that when he was ready to leave, he turned to her and said, "Would you marry me?"
"Shit, no, fellow," she chuckled. "You must be out of your mind. It was fun, and you're a pretty good screwer, and you gamahuch real well. Only I'm not the marrying kind, you ought to know that, a decent kid like you."
But Brent wasn't satisfied. He returned to her again and again, buying her services each night in that bar, and each time he renewed his offer of marriage. At last, she agreed to let him live with her while she kept on whoring. It wasn't exactly what Brent wanted, but since it was all that she would offer, he reluctantly accepted.
In return for offering him all the Frenching and buggering and gamahuching he could stand, the prostitute demanded an expensive apartment and a continuous supply of liquor. Before long, as might be expected, he fell deeply into debt. Naturally, his parents refused to assist him financially unless he returned to the family and resumed his college which he refused to do.
Soon, out of desperation, Brent began to write fraudulent checks, and soon was arrested and charged. His father stood bail and gave him a long lecture regarding the disgrace he was bringing on his family.
While he was out on bail awaiting trial, Brent finally solved his problems. Late one night he went to his father's garage, having stolen the ignition key out of his father's desk. He drove the car out along the highway at high speed into a bridge abutment, and highway patrol officers found him dead when they pulled him out of the wreckage.
Thus, we see the lasting effects fo female seduction by a mature woman on an impressionable boy. If Marian had not seduced him when he was only thirteen, Brent undoubtedly would have progressed to the normal stages of first jacking off, then necking with girls of his own age, and final coital intercourse. Instead, being introduced to sex by a mature woman distorted his outlook so that in later life he found that only a woman like Marian could satisfy his needs.
This problem is recurrent, and I have in my files hundreds of such cases over the years. Of course, I don't doubt for a moment that there are thousands of older women who would be enchanted to provide every phase of sexual pleasure for a virile young man or boy, but in our presently structured society, it is difficult for the one to find the other; and after that, it is still more difficult to determine whether this willingness on the part of both who wish to be lovers as if both were fully adult, will have a satisfactory ending.
We cannot condemn Marian for destroying Brent's life. She was driven by her own passions and hunger, by economic deprivation as well, and she was a victim of fate just as he was. The irony of it is, Marian is still alive. A private detective friend of mine traced her for me a year ago and told me that she is now an alcoholic and a whore who sells her body for liquor to any man who will pay the price. Her life is broken too, and perhaps it would have been better had she perished as Brent had done. But who among us is without fault that can throw the first stone?
CASE HISTORY
Adelina Y., Age 24
Martin C, Age 10
Adelina was a simple country girl who came from a small village in Massachusetts to work for a family in New York. She had lost her cherry at the age of sixteen when the oldest son, twenty-five years of age, in the place where she had just worked, had seduced her one night when his parents and the younger members of the family were out at the theater. After him, there had been other men, and Adelina had developed a hunger and taste for all manner of sexual intercourse.
Her first experience had been highly satisfactory, the young man had given her money and praised her cooperativeness as well as her charms. She felt no guilt.
Her mother and father were shocked at the reputation she was acquiring in this small Massachusetts town, and they wrote their relatives in New York City to see if the latter could help her find a job as a maid with a reasonably well-to-do family there.
Adelina was not really lovely, but her sexual willingness compensated. She did have large, well-developed titties, strong legs and thighs and firm bottomcheeks, but her face was rather plain and her teeth were not exceptionally good.
New York City, as a metropolis, boasts many beautiful women, but the proportion is far below that of the available men. So before very long, Adelina found herself suffering from a prolonged abstinence that was not of her own choosing; she simply could not find mature men or even young men who looked upon her with sexual interest, not when they had so many really attractive girls to choose from.
One afternoon, while she was alone in the house with the ten-year-old son of her employers, Adelina, as she told me, knew that she just had "to be fucked or else I'd go out of my cotton-picking mind."
Stripping naked in her room, she went to look for the boy. She told herself even though he was very young and probably couldn't get a hard-on, there was certainly some way in which he could assuage her needs.
Martin's eyes bulged when she walked into the room where he was playing alone. She was more friendly than usual, and he couldn't take his eyes off the sight of a mature naked woman.
"Come on, don't be scared, Martin. It's hot and I just want to feel nice and easy. Come on over here and touch me," she invited.
After his initial embarrassment, the startled boy began to busy himself with an examination of the first naked female body he had ever seen. And it wasn't long before Adelina induced Martin to cup her titties, kiss them, and then suck them.
After that, she told him, "You see the hairy little spot between my legs, dear? I want you to put your fingers into it and feel it all over. Go ahead. It'll make me feel very happy. Then I'll do something nice for you."
The boy did so and Adelina shuddered and closed her eyes, giving herself up to this kind of naive but controlled frigging. While he was doing it, she told him lascivious stories about what men and women do together. However, she didn't describe fucking. As she told me, "This kid probably couldn't get a good one up, even though he wanted to. But he had a cute little mouth and I thought that maybe he could suck me and gamahuch me until I came. So I told him about fellows and girls and how a girl would suck a boy while he was sucking her between the legs."
He kept fondling her bottom and thighs as well as prying open the lips of her pussy and staring fascinatedly. Adelina then told him in detail how to gamahuch her.
Soon he was pressing his mouth to her cunt while she was guiding him. It didn't take much effort for her to teach him how to apply his tongue to her clitoris. Soon her body began to writhe and jerk, and hoarse groans and sobs escaped her as the young boy drove her to the abyss of passion with his probing, darting, rubbing tongue.
She grabbed the back of his head and crushed his face against her cunt until the spasm passed. Martin, far from being frightened, was ecstatic over the experience and asked to do it again.
Adelina, needless to say, let him do so, and told herself that this was going to be a wonderful opportunity for her to have all the sex she wanted without endangering herself to the risk of pregnancy or disease with strange men.
There was only one obstacle to this fantasy of long continued sexual pleasure for her; Martin was so fascinated by this new game he had been taught that he shocked his mother the next evening in her boudoir by going up to her, grabbing her by the behind, jamming his mouth against her panties-sheathed cunt, and trying to suck her.
She uttered a cry and slapped him, and then sat down and took him onto her lap. "For heaven sakes, Martin," she gasped, "where did you ever get a notion of doing a thing like that?"
"Why, I did it with Adelina. She showed me how nice it was, mommy. You were out that afternoon, and she came in naked and showed me all about it."
The woman's lips tightened and her eyes blazed. "You go back to your room now and take a nap," she murmured, patting the boy on the head.
Obediently, he trotted away. Then very pale with fury, the mother went directly to Adelina's room and an unpleasant scene took place. Adelina packed her things and left the house. The mother had threatened to prosecute her for contributing to the delinquency of a ten-year-old boy. However, Martin's mother had no intention of doing this, for the mere thought of the possible scandal terrified her. However, Adelina didn't know that.
Thereafter, Martin's mother exercised great caution in choosing maids so that her son's unexpected education in gamahuching a woman was halted. Nevertheless, the lesson which Adelina taught the boy remained with him. In later life, as a consequence, when he discovered the pleasures of fucking and making love to attractive young women, he remembered what he had done to Adelina and how he had made her come.
And so young women who had known hitherto only the crude fumblings of inexperienced young men were absolutely enchanted when Martin began to gamahuch them and, considerately, brought them to come first before he would take his own pleasure.
There is a grapevine among women as there is among men. Hence, Martin's sexual precocity was bruited, all through the social circles, and as a consequence there were always young ladies eager to put what they had heard about him to the test.
As I write these lines, he is now thirty-seven and a successful architect. He, as you can see, turned out very well as the happy victim of an early seduction. And, singularly enough, he told me that he attributes all his sexual success to Adelina, who showed him that it was necessary to give a woman sexual pleasure first before expecting it in return. It is not, I may add, a bad premise for all of us.
I would say that Martin is the exception to the rule, for no ill effects conditioned him from his boyhood experience. It may also be said that sometimes one must take into consideration the very character of the individual who is being affected.
Brent, obviously, though perhaps more sensitive than Martin and a few years older, did not have the stamina and moral self-control to discipline himself and understand that what had happened was just a singular coincidence, a kind of dream that might not recur.
Martin understood this and he profited from the lesson he had learned to convey the message of attunement to the female in courting rather than simply ruthlessly taking her body and using it for his own selfish needs. And in this instance, therefore, the seduction of a young boy by a mature woman cannot be denigrated.
CASE HISTORY
Margaret P., Age 42
Delbert A., Age 14
Though she was a spinster, Margaret was not a virgin when she came to the United States from her English birthplace at the age of twenty. Trained to be a maid from very girlhood, she had no problems whatsoever in finding employment.
However, after several years of employment as what the British call a "nanny," which means a nurse who takes care of extremely young children and babies, she tired of this type of work and accepted a job as a maid in a home where there were two children, a boy, Delbert, fourteen, and Ardith, an attractive brunette of seventeen.
Not long after Margaret began the job, Ardith went away to college, so that Margaret had only the boy to care for besides performing such services as the parents might require.
One day while she was dusting a statuette on a low table in the sitting room, Margaret had the sensation that she was being stared at. Rather than turn about, she lifted her eyes and looked into a mirror hanging on the wall ahead of her.
She saw that Delbert was slumped low in his chair .with his head bent to one side so that he could look up her dress.
Instead of straightening, Margaret remained bent over as she moved about the table dusting things already dusted. She began to shiver as she felt waves of desire seething through her pussy and tickling the insides of her quivering thighs just from thinking about his looking up her dress.
When she did straighten, she noticed that he left the room immediately, and something in the way he walked, stiff-legged and with his face rather red, made her certain that he had a sizeable hard-on.
She followed him casually, and saw him hurry into the bathroom, close the door, and there remain for at least fifteen minutes. She was certain that he was jacking off by being aroused at what he had seen under her dress.
This excited her in turn, and Margaret put her hand against her pussy instinctively. For a moment, she thought of going to her room to frig off, but the boy's mother suddenly rang for her and prevented her vicarious sublimation at that moment.
She had always been a rather attractive woman with an average sexual desire. During her twenties and thirties, she had always found enough men to fuck her at least three to five times a month, which, as she told me later, was quite sufficient for her.
However, when she had reached the plateau of forty, her sexual adventures had just about ended and, as she disconsolately thought to herself, for good. During the past year, she had developed a habit of relying on frigging herself to come when the urges for sex grew too great to be quashed. And she thought that a fourteen-year-old boy could provide an outlet for her pent-up emotions was to come to her. It couldn't come right at that moment, but the next few days she observed that Delbert stole glances up her dress every chance he had.
At the table, he would drop things and then, as he bent to pick them up, would sneak a quick glance under her skirt. When he dropped something, she began to move her legs widely apart so that he could look far up her thighs, far enough, she hoped, to see her panties snug against her cunt.
About four days after the first episode which has already been described, Margaret waited, bent over with her back turned to Delbert until he had enjoyed his view for a few moments. Then suddenly turning, she winked and gave him a tender smile. Delbert blushed furiously and ran out of the room.
That evening, to her great excitement and joy, his parents went out to the theater. She determined to seduce him. Since she'd never fucked with a male under the age of twenty, the thought of conquering so young a boy gave her an additional fillip of excitement. She was sure that he'd never fucked a girl and probably had never even seen a girl so much as naked.
Having bathed, she perfumed herself and changed into her most seductive lingerie. This included a black, lacy garter belt instead of the girdle she usually wore. She put on matching black nylon panties and bra. The garter belt notched to the fully expanded tops of her black nylons and pressed caressingly on her smooth, still firm white-skinned thighs. This in itself was a kind of stimulant to rouse her to the act of triumph over a boy.
She had also put on a specially seductive dress, which clung to her and had a low-cut bodice to show off the cleft between her titties.
She found Delbert in the game room watching television. She moved into the room and asked her potential lover how he liked her dress. He turned to her, blushing, and his eyes swept her, which thrilled her inexpressively.
"Why are you all dressed up?" he stammered.
"Well, Delbert," she replied with a warm, engaging smile, "since we're going to be alone together this evening, I thought I ought to make myself look nice." Then she added with a sly wink, "Besides, I know you're interested in how girls look."
He blushed a little and lowered his eyes, but Margaret was certain that desire would overcome nervousness, and she intended to make certain it did.
She began to do this by pointing out that the dress wasn't the only thing she was wearing for their evening together.
She said, "I put on an especially new garter belt and nylon stockings I bought just with you in mind. Want to see them?"
"Oh yes!" he panted.
With perfect coquettery, she lifted one side of her dress high up her legs to show him the top of her stockings. She watched intently as Delbert stared incredulously at the beautifully presented, ripely molded thigh.
"Would you like to see what my garter belt looks like?" she asked, still holding up the dress.
When he gulped out a stifled affirmative, Margaret smiled tenderly and slowly raised the dress a little more so he could see the garter tab pressed shimmeringly black against the whiteness of her ripe full thigh.
She allowed him a lengthy examination, then dropped the dress, moved closer to him and bent towards him so he could look down the bodice of her dress. There the well-designed sexy bra cupped her full titties and pressed them out and up in the most teasing way.
"You see, I've got a special bra on too, dear." She said this in a husky whisper as her hands cupped up the trim titties and shoved them out to him. "Don't you think it makes them look nice, Delbert?"
"Oh yes, it does. They're awfully nice," he gasped.
"Then why don't you feel them and see how nice it makes me feel?" she slyly proposed.
He tremblingly raised his hands and cupped her soft and yet very firm round titties. It wasn't long before Delbert was listening to the thrilling sound a zipper made as she slid it down the back of the dress and prepared to tug off the garment.
She allowed the top to fall to her waist and held it there, while he stared with eyes and mouth wide open at the swell of her lush titties scantily confined by the black bra.
Then she slowly allowed the dress to slip down over her full hips and jutting bottomcheeks. Looking at the boy as she stepped out of the dress, pausing with her bent leg raised, she saw him squirm and told herself that in another minute he was probably going to burst out through his pants.
Carrying the dress over her arm, she took him by the hand and suggested, "Why don't we go to my bedroom?"
As they walked along, she put his hand on the seat of her panties so he could feel her bottomcheeks shift and undulate as she walked. And she could tell how excited he was when she felt his fingers squeeze and rub her through the thin fabric of the clinging panties.
Once inside her bedroom, she told him to take off his shirt and pants, which he did quickly and willingly. Through the thin shorts she saw his erect prick throbbing with excitement.
She put her hand against it, as she felt it give a leap and pulsate in her grip. Slipping off her bra, she murmured, "Go on and play with my bare titties."
He did so, his hands reverent and trembling as they fondled the white ripe globes. "Put your lips right here," she cupped one of them and lowered herself a little. "That's it, right over the nipple. Take it in your mouth and suck it, and then put your tongue to it."
Delbert proved to be an ideal student. Flushed and trembling and already violently aroused, Margaret then turned her back to him, bent from the waist and slowly drew down her panties. She could hear his loud, rapid breathing in the quiet room.
As she turned, she saw his eyes bulge and then fix on the triangle of brownish hair over her cunt. They moved to the bed together, and she guided him to a tour of all the erogenous zones.
She lay on her back and made him kneel beside her, taking his hands and putting them first on her titties, then her belly and sides and hips, and finally over the smooth satiny lower belly until he reached her cunt.
She let him play with the lips and with the hairs, and then encouraged him to put his forefinger into her cunt and try to find her "button."
Soon, neither could wait any longer, and Margaret rolled onto her back and told him how to mount her. Her pussy was already wet, so his stiff young cock had no trouble thrusting into her sheath. His prick wasn't large, but, as Margaret told me, it was very firm.
One point here: now that we are in a sexual revolution, there are thousands of volumes, both fiction and non-fiction, which extol the virtues of the large male penis. This is so much nonsense. Any sexually-oriented woman can tell you, as can a psychiatrist, for that matter, that it isn't the size of the penis which counts, but rather the ability of the male using it, especially when he rubs against the clitoris, or penetrates with a deep and even stroking with sufficient self-control to draw the female towards shattering climax.
So, Margaret felt herself almost about to explode as the boy fucked her. He wasn't able to continue fucking for more than a couple of minutes, to be sure, but her own previously aroused state was such that she groaned and twisted and wriggled and came just about the time he spurted into her.
Later as they lay together, his hands roving her naked body, they talked a good deal. She told him stories of the things men and women do to give each other pleasure, and he listened to her with mouth agape and eyes shining.
What most seemed to fascinate him, as she told me, was "being Frenched by a girl with her mouth and tongue, and then giving her a good gamahuching between her legs."
Margaret and Delbert dressed well before his parents returned. While they waited, they kept on talking, until just before his parents returned, Delbert got another hard-on and implored her to let him fuck her.
Slipping off her panties and keeping her dress on so that they could quickly compose themselves if the parents arrived sooner than they expected, Margaret had him lower his trousers and shorts. Lifting her dress up over her back, she knelt on the couch and showed him how to approach her from behind.
Crouching behind her, he shoved his prick into her wet cunt and told her in a groaned-out "Oh, it's so good, it's real exciting this way. Gosh, how I want to fuck you!"
Since the first edge was off after having lost his semen, the boy was able to maintain a longer ritual of fucking this time. He provided her with a superb come. Using her discarded panties, she tenderly wiped his prick and her own cunt, then kissed him hotly on the mouth.
From that time on, they made love in one fashion or another whenever they had the chance. It was a wonderful new world, the secret of which the boy guarded jealously.
While other boys in school boasted of how they necked with girls and felt them up, Delbert smiled a confident, secret smile, knowing that this forty-two year old woman had taught him to experience much more than the crudities of his chums.
Both of them were distressed when Delbert went away to college in Cleveland. As often as possible, he found some pretext to come home for the week-end and sneak a few hours away with Margaret.
However, at her encouragement, he began to date young women closer to his own age. Thanks to the superb training he had had from Margaret, he was already a skilled lover, and no girl who ever went to bed with him had reason to complain.
Finally, after an affair of about six months, he fell in love with one girl and they married. It was ideal from the very outset. He had told his young wife how Margaret had introduced him to the world of sex at an early age, and she herself expressed her thanks and appreciation for all the maid had done for him.
I have talked to them both, and Delbert is now married for seven years. He and his wife have two fine children and are still very passionately in love with each other, in a marriage which is as close to being a perfect one as any I have ever encountered.
Every year, on the anniversary of the day he was seduced by Margaret, he sends a bouquet of two dozen roses. In case he should ever forget, his wife would be quick to remind him of that important date.
Here we have a most unusual case in which early seduction aided the development of a sensitive and imaginative male. Because Margaret herself had a healthy and perfectly natural hunger for sex, because she had no shame of guilt to her, she taught him the beauty and spontaneous delight to be gained in fucking, gamahuching and all the other sweet arts of passion.
Thus, long before he reached maturity, this sensitive boy knew more about the excitement of physical love and the importance of mutual enjoyment than many mature men ever learn in all their lifetimes.
I think you will agree it is equally difficult to condemn Margaret for guiding this nervous boy to a competent, compassionate manhood. And though the theme of mutual satisfaction is not that of this book, I might tactfully recommend to many married people that they strive for seeing to it that each partner is amply gratified. Through unselfishness and consideration, power of love is radiated and the rewards are far greater, believe me!
CASE HISTORY
Consuelo P., Age 23
Jack S., Age 13
Consuelo, born in Lisbon, came to Chicago a few months before her twenty-third birthday. Her brother, who had become an American citizen and lived in Chicago, arranged for her to obtain work as a maid in the home of his employer who was a wealthy building contractor.
The contractor was about forty-six, his wife was forty-two, and they had a son named Jack, who was thirteen, and a daughter named Evelyn, a year younger.
Consuelo was welcomed by her employers, who greatly approved of her brother, and so she found pleasure in her new life in a luxurious home, in a country where freedom was the watchword and where there were so many more opportunities than there had been in her native land.
Two weeks after Consuelo had begun to work, her employer's wife entered the young woman's bedroom one afternoon while she was resting, and began to chat with her. Curiously enough, she asked Consuelo whether she had ever had any sexual experiences, and learned that Consuelo was a virgin.
The forty-two year old auburn-haired woman, still extremely handsome and with a kind of exotic aura to her, began to tell Consuelo about the pleasures that two women could achieve together through lesbian love. Then she began to caress Consuelo's titties and thighs.
The unexperienced black-haired maid was no match for this woman whom we shall call Janice, since the latter had had at least twenty Sapphic lovers and equally as many conquests.
Excited by these caresses and by these unusual words, for she had been studying English before she came to the United States, and also afraid of offending Janice and thus perhaps losing her job, Consuelo blushingly undressed.
When both women were naked, Janice began to caress and kiss the shivering brunette, exclaiming over her lovely warm olive skin, her finely shaped round firm titties, the dense black crisp bush of pussyhair at the apex of Consuelo's long, delightfully rounded thighs. And soon, to the young woman's startled delight, Janice knelt between her upraised knees and, gripping the backs of Consuelo's squirming thighs, began to gamahuch her and drew her quickly to hot come, the very first the Portuguese beauty had ever known.
Later, Janice instructed her on how to do sixty-nine so they could gamahuch together and have come at the same time. From that afternoon on, Janice often took Consuelo into her own bedroom to continue the seduction. The Portuguese brunette was never quite able to make certain whether there was any connection between her employer's wife's seduction of her or her employer's sudden interest, but the day after Janice had initiated her into pussy loving, the young maid found herself alone in the house with Matthew, the name we shall give Janice's husband.
Matthew was no less gentle and persuasive than Janice had been as he called Consuelo into his bedroom and began to speak of her charms aloud in a highly flattering manner and then to caress her titties, thighs, and bottom.
She stammeringly and blushingly protested that she was a virgin and that he was married, but he did not abandon his sexual interest, being determined to take her cherry. His wife had doubtless indoctrinated him completely on what Consuelo's lovely body looked like, what the girl's ingenuous reactions were, and so he was fired to passion to taste these delicious and voluptuous charms for himself, with the added impetus that her cherry was a challenge to his virility.
Matthew remarked, "Now don't forget, Consuelo, I can fire your brother and I can also keep him from getting another job. Besides which, if you don't work out here, I can always send you back to Lisbon. You are here on a kind of visa with a work permit. All I have to do is complain to the authorities, and they'll ship you right back home. Do you want that?"
"N-no, senor," the young woman began to sob, and passively resigned herself as the experienced contractor began to undress her.
She had no way of knowing, inexperienced as she was, that he was bluffing; it would have been necessary to prove her moral terpitude to the immigration authorities before they would have taken any such steps but her fear of endangering her brother's job and her own security and luxury here made her yield. She began to cry as she found herself stark naked, except for garter belt, stockings, and pumps.
Matthew quickly undressed, and for the first time in her life, Consuelo saw a man's stiff, throbbing prick. He pushed her back onto the bed, got between her thighs, and, after squeezing her titties a little and kissing her belly, began to prod her pussy with the tip of his prick.
She uttered a cry as she felt him thrust to her cherry. It was a painful experience both physically and emotionally since he took her roughly without regard for her feeling.
Aware that he was the first man to fuck so beautiful a virgin intensified his rut, so she obviously had no climax throughout the fuck.
After that afternoon, Matthew had only to make a sign to her to have her timidly and humbly follow him to any room he selected. He also compelled her to obey any command he gave her, and he made her kneel down on the floor after she had locked the door, take his prick out of his pants and French him for a start.
The second time he had her, he told her that he was going to take her third and last cherry, that of her asshole. In spite of her pleas, he turned her over his lap, took down her panties, and spanked her hard until she was crying. Then he repeated his threat of firing her brother and having her shipped back to Lisbon.
In despair, Consuelo took off the rest of her clothes, got down on all fours on the floor while he yawned open the reddened cheeks of her behind and gouged his cock deep into her asshole, working it back and forth until he shot his essence deep into her bowels.
Thus, each time she was impelled by fear, and submitted until at last she felt like a slave, coerced by both the man and the woman, both so sophisticated, for whom she was no match when they sought to take emprise of her with their guileful and knowing perversities.
I met Consuelo several years ago, and as I recall, she told me that she didn't remember what brought her to the decision to gain her revenge by seducing both Jack and Evelyn, but that she was conscious of making such a resolve. Only in this way, she told me, did she think she could repay this blackmailing and treacherous couple for what they had done and were continuing to do to her.
Consuelo decided to seduce Jack first, and it was quite easy. The first time she was alone in the house with him, she went directly into his room, pulled up her dress under which she wore neither panties nor bra, and showed her pussy and titties.
A few minutes later, she sat naked on the edge of the bed and urged him to undress. Jack did so, wonderingly and tremblingly. Consuelo gave him her naked body generously, showed him how to mount between her legs, herself opened the lips of her pussy and then guided in his stiff young cock. A few moments later, he was fucking violently, and Consuelo discovered to her curiosity that she was beginning to enjoy this instead of considering it merely as deliberate revenge.
Her belly quivered and her thighs twitched as she felt his stiff young cock probe this way and that, and she began to gasp and moan. Sweating and trembling, the boy fucked violently and soon she reached a hot come. Almost a moment later, Jack uttered a cry and sagged over her, his young juice bubbling into her cunt.
About a week later, Consuelo found the opportunity to be alone with Evelyn, and seducing the pretty girl was even easier than she had expected. It didn't take long to have Evelyn breathlessly stripped naked after Consuelo had stripped herself and exhibited her delicious titties, her black-furred cunt, her long rounded thighs, and had begun to caress Evelyn's titties and young bottom through her thin dress.
A few minutes later, Evelyn was crouching between Consuelo's uplifted knees, stroking her thighs and kissing pussy. In return, Consuelo licked the girl's cunt to climax, and then made the trembling nubile teen-ager lie over her so they could both do sixty-nine to each other.
Consuelo remained on this job for another three months, involving both Jack and Evelyn in many sexual experiences. Then, quite ashamed of all she had done, she packed her things one afternoon and vanished without a word to her employers.
But this is not the end of the story by any means. The effects of Consuelo's seduction on Jack and Evelyn showed up almost at once, since both had enjoyed this novel sexual activity at a very early age and been conditioned to desire its continuation.
Evelyn initiated some of her own school girlfriends into pussy loving and became a confirmed lesbian while still in her teens. The last time I heard of her, she was twenty-five and living with a dominant "butch," who jealously guards her as a kind of chattel.
Evelyn has not the slightest desire to be fucked by a man, for the "butch" has taught her the joys of substitution by simply using a dildo and fucking her as would a man.
Jack developed what apparently were normal heterosexual desires, but his development was far from normal. About two months after Consuelo had left the house, the boy was playing with a thirteen-year-old girl who lived next door and tore off her clothes and tried to fuck her.
Though the gardener stopped him before he could tear through the girl's cherry, it was a traumatic experience for the terrified youngster. The incident was not reported to the police, but the girl's parents told Jack's father that something was going to have to be done about that "sex-crazed monster."
Matthew reacted with a kind of guilty anger, rather than being concerned about what had made his young son commit so horrifying an act.
So he called the boy into his bedroom, made Jack strip naked, and then took a double leather belt and whipped his son until the boy was nearly fainting. There was a good deal of name calling about the filthy thing the boy had done, and as the father lay down the belt, he himself forgot completely how he had taken the virginity of an innocent foreign girl only a few months before.
Janice, greatly upset about the social embarrassment which her boy's act had visited upon her and her husband, also completely forgot the fact that she herself had seduced Consuelo and perhaps been responsible for her husband's defloration of the girl by initiating Consuelo into girl fucking and then telling Matthew how Consuelo had reacted. If Janice had been aware that as an indirect result of her depraved desires, her own daughter Evelyn was fated to live a life as a Sapphist, she might well have altered her attitude. But she did not discover this until several years later.
After Matthew had whipped Jack, the latter was left to cry himself to sleep a long time later. Matthew was complacently certain that the whipping had cured his son of these unnatural desires. For the next few weeks, both Matthew and Janice kept close watch on Jack. However, their own different interests demanded so much of their time that they began to relax their vigilance.
Consequently, the boy began to feel the return of passion as he looked at a girl or a young woman and remembered what Consuelo had done for him. He would get a hard-on, and it would be hard for him to resist the urge to seize the girl or woman and try to fuck her.
A few months later, this resistance broke down completely. This time, coming upon a picnic, and noticing a fourteen-year-old girl walking off into a secluded part of the park, he zipped down his fly, seized her, and flung her into a clump of bushes and tried to fuck her His victim put up quite an excellent fight, so good indeed that although he was able to rip her panties off and finger her pussy, he did not succeed in getting his prick into her virgin cunt. Instead, as he tried to force himself there, he spent violently on her belly.
He threatened to kill her if she ever told anyone, zipped up his pants, and ran off. As he lay in bed that night, trembling with fear, Jack swore that he would never try such a thing again.
And he didn't. For nearly six months. The next time, however, he lured an unsuspecting girl into an abandoned building and there was able to fuck her thoroughly.
He took a knife and showed it to her and made her take off all her clothes, kneel down on the floor, and suck his cock. Then he commanded her to get on her back and pull her knees back to her titties, while he thrust his prick into her cunt and broke through her cherry and had his way with her.
Jack was again fortunate in escaping detection for this violent crime. The girl was so hysterical that she could not provide the police with an accurate description of her ravisher, and so again he was spared the ignominy and disgrace of legal punishment.
After that episode, Jack found himself torn between the horrors of the crimes that he kept wanting to commit, and the recollections of how thrilled he had been as he forced his stiff poker into a tight young girlish cunt.
He tried to solve his problem by jacking off frequently, picking up a few copies of girlie magazines, and, spreading them out on his bed when he was alone and locked in his room, he would engage in fantasies and jack off for long periods.
One morning, when his mother had come in with the cleaning woman to give the latter orders on how to clean his room, she noticed these magazines stained by dried spunk. She reported this to Matthew, who at once again summoned the boy to his bedroom. There Jack had to take off all his clothes and endure a thorough flogging with a double belt. His father harangued him on how evil and queer he was.
The welts of the belt healed and the pain of the strapping was forgotten. But the sickness of his mind grew within him. His mother had thrown away his magazines, and so he had no safety valve; as a consequence, he sought out a girl again.
This time, he found an eleven-year-old, long-haired blonde girl on the school playground. He managed to get her into a storage shed without anyone's noticing, then ripped her panties off and warned her that he would kill her if she made a sound.
He stared at her slender young nubile body, but he didn't find it womanly enough to rouse his lust. So, instead of fucking her, he turned her over onto her belly and rubbed off on her satiny young bottomcheeks. When he felt his spunk about to burst, he thrust his cock between the cheeks of her behind, though he did not actually engage the tip inside the dainty little lips of her pink asshole.
For the next four years, he managed to escape detection, which is an incredible mystery. Despite the many attacks he carried out, he was never caught, nor did his parents once suspect what he was doing.
When we analyze this, we may see some odd contradictions. In my opinion, his parents were aware of his restlessness and strange behavior, but perhaps they did not investigate for the very simple reason that they wanted to remain oblivious and blind to what he was doing, lest it worry them and mar the smooth pattern of their own selfish lives.
This is an almost inevitable procedure by many thoughtless, selfish parents, and perhaps it is one of the main contributing factors to the present growth of juvenile delinquency.
Jack by now was a husky young man of eighteen who could have had all the fucking he wanted from quite a number of girls because he was good-looking and suave and glib. But by now, he had gone too far for that alone. It would be too tame to be offered sex when he could savor the thrill of fucking a girl by force. So he steered away from girls even though many of them offered themselves to him.
Instead, each time the urge grew strong, he would prowl the streets until he found a girl or woman at the right place at the right time. He carried a knife to strike terror into the victim's heart, and cleverly avoided areas that were too well lighted or well populated, lest the police arrest him at the moment of his act.
Each time a victim reported her attack to the police, there would be a reasonably accurate report of the description of the rapist. Jack's parents must either have known or suspected that it was their son, but they did nothing. It was much easier to close their eyes and pretend that nothing was happening, that some day Jack would become a normal healthy person again.
One night, Jack surprised a woman on a quiet, dark residential street. With his left arm wrapped around her waist, he showed her the knife and threatened to kill her unless she went behind the hedge with him, took off all her clothes, then lay down on her back and opened her legs and begged him to fuck her.
Terrorized by the sight of the glittering knife blade, the woman was about to obey him when she saw the headlights of a car turning around the corner. She uttered a loud shriek.
Panic-stricken, Jack thrust the knife into her. Again the woman screamed. He stabbed her again, and was raising his hand to drive the knife into her the third time when the car screamed to a halt. Jack found himself caught in the glare of police headlights.
When the man beside the driver of the car saw Jack's knife aloft in the air, he set off a snap shot with his revolver. Jack froze, his arm still upraised. There was a second shot, and he crumbled to the ground, dead.
The woman, although bleeding profusely, was still alive, and lived after emergency surgery performed at the hospital to which the policemen rushed her.
When we study this case, we naturally are filled with pity for Jack's victims. And yet, we mustn't forget that he too was a victim, perhaps in some ways as much as any woman or girl he ever assaulted or fucked. His own seduction was the result of an act of revenge by the woman who had been compelled to yield by both his father and mother.
Yet, psychiatric help would have rescued him if he had been taken in time to an expert and given a chance to reveal all that was in his mind. Instead, his father resorted to physical violence as a means of cowing the boy and putting fear into his heart.
We must remember that, as is so often the case, the mental disorder behind acts of violence is much less a factor than the dishonesty or cowardice of humanity. I like to think that one day Jack's mother and father came upon the realization at the same time that they had played a most vital role at the very beginning of this drama and thus themselves brought about their son's destruction as well as their daughter's debauchery.
CHAPTER TWO
TEACHERS AS SEDUCTRESSES OF BOYS
Teachers hold an important rank in the structure of our modern society. Specifically, I refer to female teachers because obviously it is they who prove to be the most potent seductresses of impressionable puberty-aged and adolescent males. The female teacher is entrusted with the development, both intellectual and emotional, of thousands of children over the course of her career.
I firmly believe that many female teachers choose this profession because they are dedicated to the cause of developing young minds to be more acquisitive and well informed. It is a praiseworthy and very useful vocation, and all of us are grateful that there are so many eminently qualified men and women to teach our youngsters their part in the world to come, to give them greater understanding and tolerance, to comprehend the lessons of history and how they may apply to our own times.
Other women, it is true, choose the teaching profession namely because it offers reasonably good pay, long periods of vacation, and, for some, a far more pleasant life than office jobs for which they are better equipped, perhaps, through education or temperament.
But there is a third and most unfortunate category, here we find the woman with an unbalanced mind who, as a teacher, discovers with glee the opportunity of controlling the lives of young defenseless children. These, to be sure, are the teachers of whom I shall speak in this chapter. But let me hasten to add that although I present several glaring examples of the abuse to which a teacher may put trust granted her for the care and concern of a child, I do not by printing this case in any way reflect upon the teaching profession as a whole, for I have only the greatest respect and admiration for them....
CASE HISTORY
Zita W, Age 39
Alfred W., Age 12
Zita was originally born in Brno, Czechoslovakia, and came to the United States when she was fifteen to live with her first cousin's family. There she went to a high school in Pittsburg, took a year or two of night school courses for business studies, and then abruptly decided that she wanted to become a teacher. She was able to find a part time evening work which helped defray her college expenses, got her certificate and began to teach.
She didn't marry, throwing herself into her newly found vocation with delight and joy. But later in life, when she was thirty-six, she fell passionately in love with an older man who was already married and had several children. Their affair lasted about three years, and he finally told her that he was going back to his wife and children, a blow which shattered her.
It seemed like deception, for all through the affair, the man had told her that he was single and very much wanted to marry her. It was the kind of thing a woman believes because she wants to believe it, and also because she has found no reason to doubt the man who professes undying love and to whom she responds so ardently.
Sexually, though, she had come late in life to the bed of fucking and passion, Zita had learned to enjoy and to give enjoyment. So when this capable lover abruptly departed from her life, Zita developed a burning hatred of all men. It wasn't just the man who had lied to her, but all men who were potentially evil. Never again, she swore, would she totally commit herself to any man as she had done with this one.
She had been an excellent teacher until that time. Her love affair, indeed, had seemed to instill a kind of abundance of affection and joy which she was able to communicate to her students. But the end of her world came when this man announced to her his betrayal, and it took her a week before she could return to school in any state of mind to conduct her classes.
Her students and fellow teachers at once noticed a change in her. Zita took up the reins of her life by sheer force, telling herself that just because she had had a disastrous love affair, her life wasn't over. She was able to conduct her classes as before, except that now she became severe, critical and frequently complained, as might a hypochondriac.
Quite a few of her students began to be ordered to remain after class because she had found fault with their work or their conduct. On this particular afternoon, when our story really begins, there were three boys and a girl held over after the last bell. I have asked myself the question several times whether the students in Zita's class had become aware of the fact that boys were more often and more severely disciplined than girls, since the change in Zita.
As she crouched down beside her desk and stuffed a number of test papers into her brief case, Zita looked up to see one of the boys staring at her. Then she realized that, squatting down as she was, he could see right up her thighs.
She returned to her desk and sat there silently for a moment, nervous and angry. Her lips curled with scorn as she thought for a moment how this boy was just like all the others who take advantage of women to seek what pleasure they can find at the women's expense.
Her first reaction was to punish the boy, but she realized it would be difficult to discuss his flagrant offense in the presence of the other students, and so she'd conceived of another method of making him atone for his insolence.
She arranged that Alfred, who was then twelve, would be the last to leave the class. She looked up from her desk and told one of the boys that he might go, and he did so with a sigh of relief.
Ten minutes later, while Zita was still pondering on the appropriate method of punishing Alfred, she dismissed the girl. Now there was only Alfred and another boy at her desk.
While she waited to dismiss the other boy, a strange feeling began to creep over this handsome woman. Finally she decided against punishing Alfred at all. As she told me, when she looked back to the incident, she recalled the feeling of power she had suddenly felt when she had looked up and caught him staring at her thighs. And she became aware that instead of punishing him thereby demonstrating her superiority over a male, it would be much more exciting and sexually thrilling to prove her superiority over him in quite another way.
As this thought developed in her mind, she shivered with excitement. Slyly her legs began to rub together under her desk as she stared at the boy. At last, when she had made certain that the plan she had in mind would be quite workable, she dismissed the other boy and left Alfred alone in the room.
Alfred looked terrified, which was exactly what Zita wanted. She wanted to have him completely terrified, so she went on shuffling papers and apparently ignoring him completely.
When at last she felt him nervous enough, she called his name aloud in a very stern voice and told him to come to her desk. She saw that his knees were shaking with fear as he walked towards her. Her knees were shaking too-but not with fear. The lips of her cunt were twitching, and it had been a long time since a male had been at her mercy in this way, had made her feel her womanhood again. Now, Zita told herself, she would show another male that a woman could be strong and exact revenge for what a male had once done to her.
"Now then, you wicked boy," she began with an irritated expression on her handsome face. "I caught you looking at my legs when I was crouching down there by the desk. What do you have to say about it?"
Alfred blushed furiously, his mouth open, but nothing came out. He knew very well she had caught him staring at the exciting meeting of nylon stocking tops and the bare skin of her ripe, rounded thighs', and he had no defense at all.
"Come now, Alfred," she resumed harshly as she opened the drawer of her desk. "Certainly you have something to say."
"I-I'm sorry, M-Miss," he blurted. "I-I didn't do anything wrong, I didn't mean to-honest I didn't!"
She lifted her hand from the desk drawer, and in it was the black strap which terrified every pupil in her class. She strapped hard, and every one knew it. She saw the look of terror in his widening eyes, and she felt a surge of tickling, warm desire surge through her pussy. She didn't know exactly what she was going to do, but this sensation in her cunt was the same she had felt when her lover's prick had thrust deep to the roots inside her sheath and begun to bring her towards the abyss of hot come.
She laid the strap down on the desk and stared at him. Her round titties were jutting through the front of the dress, heaving quickly in her emotion. She was quite well aware that he could see this movement, and she wondered if he understood anything about what she felt.
She leaned forward and addressed him: "Tell me what you saw when you looked up my legs, Alfred," she said in a rather soothing voice. "How far up did you see? Tell me!"
"I-I didn't, Miss," his voice grew in nervous urgency. "I really didn't see anything."
"Alfred, do you remember the worst strapping I ever gave you? How many strokes was it?"
"Ten. It was-it was five on each hand," his voice shook.
"Did it hurt?"
"Oh yes, Miss. It hurt something awful, it did!"
"Isn't that too bad," she sarcastically drawled. "Well, I'm going to give you fifteen strokes for daring to look up a woman's legs. Besides which, you're going to get ten for lying, because you just did it. That makes twenty-five. Now I'm going to ask you again."
She saw tears in his eyes, and she knew there would be many more. Lifting the hem of her dress and taking her slip with it, she raised them over her legs. She kept pulling up the garments until she displayed the white skin of her naked thighs above the tops of her dark nylon hose. "Now then, Alfred, did you see that much of me or did you see more? Think very carefully before you answer, because I'm quite willing to give you more than twenty-five with this good strap."
He stared fixedly at her bare thighs as she had ordered him to. But when he tried to talk, his mouth was dry, and his lips just wouldn't move. He had never before seen such a sight. Finally he forced himself to gasp, "Maybe-maybe I saw a little more." His voice was trembling so that it made her tremble in turn, with mounting lust.
"How much more, Alfred? Well, what color are my panties, for instance?"
"They're white, Miss!" the boy almost cried out.
"Well now, so you really saw my panties, did you? Tell me, have you ever seen a woman's panties between her legs before?"
"Oh no, Miss!"
"Did you see this much of them?" she pursued, lifting the dress and slip still higher.
"Oh no, no I didn't!" he quavered, and she watched him with delight as he shivered in fear and excitement mingling.
"All right, you're going to pay for that improper sight you took advantage of. And just to make sure that you remember what you're being strapped for, I want you to keep one hand right here while I strap the other."
As she said this, she spread her feet widely apart, seized the palm of his trembling left hand and forced it up against the crotch of her panties so he could feel her cunt. The trembling of his hand was communicated through the thin nylon so that it became a sort of stimulant to the lips of her quim, already moistening.
"Press harder, Alfred."
At her order, the boy did, and Zita closed her eyes and forced back the sigh of languor which came to her lips.
"It's warm there, isn't it, Alfred?"
"Yes."
"But your other hand is going to be a lot warmer. Hold it straight out. That's it!"
Raising her right arm, she felt the boy's trembling palm pressed against her cunt, and then brought down the strap, which rang out loudly in the quiet room, and the boy's cry of pain was even louder.
"Just think, Alfred, that was only one. You still have to get twenty-four more good swats. Keep both your hands where they are so I can punish you properly."
"Please don't, oh please, Miss," the weepiung boy heartrendingly implored, "I-I can't stand it!"
"All right, Alfred, you know you have to be punished for looking up at my panties. Just think what you would have seen if I hadn't been wearing any.
Tell me, did you ever see a girl without panties before?"
"Oh no, Miss! Oh please, don't strap me like that!"
"So it frightens you? You don't deserve to be let off easy, you wicked boy, but maybe I can find another way to punish you. Will you come to my apartment with me?"
"Oh yes, if only you won't hit me so hard, oh yes, Miss!"
Dropping her dress, Zita slipped the strap into her brief case. Five minutes later, she was ushering the boy, shamefaced and with his eyes downcast, into her car.
As they drove towards her nearby apartment, Zita commanded Alfred to reach under her dress and keep his palm on the crotch of her panties. And she didn't permit him to take it away until they had reached the apartment parking lot.
When she got into her apartment, Zita phoned Alfred's mother and told her that the boy had offered to help her with a class project. She suggested that, since she was going to cook dinner for herself, she had Alfred as her guest and then drive him home when the project was over. The boy's mother, flattered that Zita was taking such an interest in her son, naturally agreed most enthusiastically.
And so within minutes, Zita was sitting on the edge of her bed, her dress pulled high on her firm sculptured thighs. Alfred, his fingers still trembling, was ordered to take off his clothes, "All of them, Alfred, and don't you dare stop until you're stark naked!" to use her own words.
Without a word, Zita then rose and very slowly and alluringly took off her dress. Alfred's eyes fixed on her jutting bra and she could see beads of perspiration gleam on his forehead, while his small but very erect and hard prick twitched with excitement.
Lingering deliberately over the ritual and pointing to the crotch of her panties. "And this is my cunt, Alfred, remember the word," she murmured as she pushed his palm right up against the crotch of her panties. "Go ahead, rub your hand back and forth so you know what a woman's cunt is like. That's what you were trying to see and you would have seen if I hadn't had these panties on, you naughty boy!"
Then, inserting her fingers in the waistband of her panties, she began very slowly to tug them down. He uttered a gasp, his cheeks turning red, and his fingernails dug into his palms and his prick began to throb and jiggle excitedly. She thought for a moment he was going to come. "You've never seen a woman do this, have you, Alfred? You really don't know what a woman looks like under her panties, what her cunt is like, do you Alfred?" she persisted.
He couldn't speak, but shook his head, his eyes blazing and fixing on the movement of those panties. Now they moved down below the thick bush of her cunt and finally down her thighs till they slithered to her feet.
"Pick them up, Alfred, and put them on the chair for me," she ordered arbitrarily. As the boy obeyed the order, she knew he would feel the body heat which the nylon panties still retained. She saw him press them in his hands as he picked them up.
When he came back from the chair, Zita ordered him to turn his back to her and not to look until he was told. He obeyed, his face scarlet, trembling violently, and she slowly lay down on her back with her bottomcheeks at the very edge of the bed.
Next, drawing her legs up over her body she spread them wide. Then applying her slim fingers, she took hold of the lips of her cunt, finding them as moist as she knew they would be. "Now you can look around and see me, Alfred," she murmured.
He uttered a choking gasp as he stared right into her cunt and saw the jutting cheeks of her behind, the shadowy groove which led to her puckering, dainty asshole. And when his eyes finally lifted from those treasures, he perceived that she had cupped both her full round titties in her hands and was rubbing them.
"Now then, Alfred, you're going to obey me," she said, her voice growing even more husky as her passions rose. "You're going to kiss and lick and suck my cunt. You're going to do it till I come. This is one time you are going to learn exactly what a woman's cunt is like, since you seemed to be so interested in staring at me, hoping I wasn't wearing panties."
"Oh no, Miss-I truly-"
"Be silent! Just do what you're told, or I'll punish you very severely!" she sternly interrupted. "Come now, kneel down, put your hands on my behind, and then put your mouth up against my cunt and begin to kiss and suck it. You can use your tongue too, and I'll tell you when," Zita instructed.
She shivered as she felt his soft young mouth press against her cunt, tentatively at first, and heard him gasp. She closed her eyes and gave herself up to this thrilling intimacy, and acknowledged that a boy, one of her own pupils, was procuring this delight for her almost made her spend then and there. "Kiss it a little more quickly now, all around the lips. That's it! And now suck at it. The way you would a lollipop, Alfred. Right against the lips, and then in the center-ohhh, mmmm, that's nice-keep it up-oh that's lovely, Alfred!" she panted.
When she felt herself being gradually roused, she commanded, "Now use your tongue. Put it deep inside, rub it around until you find a little button. That's my clittie, Alfred dear. And I want you to lick it back and forth, rub it and press at it until I come and give down all my cunt cream. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Miss Zita!" he blurted. For a moment, she thought he was going to burst into tears. Instead he dropped to his knees, and, at her repeated command, suddenly began to thrust his tongue into the depths of her cunt.
It didn't take long before Zita uttered a groaning sob of ecstasy and then felt her body begin to jerk and twitch. It was the most shattering come she had ever known. She put both her hands to the back of his head and crushed his face against her cunt, holding him there until gradually the waves of fury began to subside and the sweet dreamy lassitude of creaming overtook her.
"You did very well, indeed, Alfred," she said in a languid voice as she sat up. Then, reaching behind her, she unhooked the bra and let it fall to the floor. Again Alfred gasped with delight as her big titties jutted out in all their glory.
A moment later, her hands were caressing the back of his head as, faithful to her next command, he began to suck each of her titties in turn. He took as much as he could into his mouth, and he found it astonishing that her nipples grew harder and firmer as he did so.
After he had finished that adulation of her titties, Zita turned over on the bed to present her bottom to him. "Now then, take your hands and open the cheeks, that's it," she panted. "You see my little asshole? Put your mouth over it, and kiss it, and then I want you to put your tongue in."
The moment she felt his tongue probe between the lips of her asshole, Zita began to groan, and her bottomcheeks spasmed and shook and trembled, so that Alfred in turn was wildly roused.
It was exquisite, but she stopped him only when she felt that she was going to come again. "Now lie down on your back," she panted. When he had done so, she straddled over him, lowering her cunt over his face and again commanded, "Use your tongue the way you did before, Alfred, or I'll punish you good and hard!"
At once she felt his tongue stab inside of her, find the button and rub against it. He kept it up until she uttered a shriek of ecstasy and felt her body explode in the sweet bursting fury of girl come. Her cunt and thighs pressed and rubbed against his face for a full minute in the aftermath.
Now that she had achieved the gratification she wanted, there remained only the ultimate degradation and debasement of this young, conquered male. "Did that excite you, Alfred?" she demanded.
"Oh yes-oh, gosh, yes, Miss Zita!" he gasped.
"Do you ever play with yourself when you get excited and think thoughts about girls who don't wear panties, Alfred?" she persisted. She could have almost wept for joy when she saw him shamefacedly nod, then tried to turn his face away from her. "Answer me, or I'll spank you good and hard," she warned.
"Y-y-yes, M-Miss Z-zita," he mumbled, "s-sometimes I do."
"Well then, you're going to show me right here and now how you do it. Put your hand on your cock-that's it. I suppose you do it that way? All right. Now you rub back and forth and frig yourself the way you do when you're all alone. Oh, that's nice! And keep your left hand ready so you can catch your spend when it comes out, Alfred. Back and forth not too fast, otherwise you'll chaffe the tender skin of your cock. Do it slow and easy. My, it's getting awfully big and hard, it's going to come pretty soon, it's going to spit out all the juice. Get ready, and now catch it!"
She closed her eyes with ecstasy again as she saw him jerk and stiffen, and then saw his gismic load shoot into his left hand.
"All right, go wash yourself in the bathroom right away," she said curtly. She rose and lit a cigarette, and then went to the kitchen, remaining naked, as she prepared dinner for them both.
After dinner, without putting back on her clothes, or letting Alfred put back on his, she took him back to her bedroom and made him gamahuch her. Then she dressed, saw to it that he was properly groomed, and drove him back home.
Zita seduced quite a few boys after that and invariably in the same manner we have already described. Often she would have Alfred reamin after school. Then, removing her panties, she would sit forward on the edge of her chair, lean back, and while he knelt under the desk, she had him gamahuch her.
After each such performance, she would take him into the cloak room and there have him take out his cock and masturbate and catch his spend while she watched.
This time, however, her successful seductions were fated to come to an abrupt end. Before this particular semester ended, as a matter-of-fact, one of the boys she had seduced felt a certain guilt about what had happened to him and reported it to his parents. Then they in turn went before the school authorities. The school did not wish any scandal, but a brief interview with Zita by the faculty president made her leave town that very night.
Thus quite a few boys who had become accustomed at an early age to the delights of the female body, to gamahuching, to masturbation and to all the other titillating joys which Zita had taught them found themselves without a mature partner. We will, however, see what effect the loss of his initiatress had on Alfred.
For quite some years after this early initiation, understandably, Alfred would stare at women in the street and imagine how they would look stark naked. When he could stand the temptation no longer, he would hurry off to some secret place, sometimes a public phone booth into which he hid himself, take out his prick and masturbate.
What he had learned of sex comprised only voyeurism, gamahuching and jacking off. However, at the age of sixteen, he at last found a girl who was willing to do more than just neck. They got behind a screen of bushes in a park, he took off her panties and took out his erect cock.
When she expected him to fuck her, Alfred gave her an unexpected dividend by gamahuching her. It delighted the girl, it being her first such experience. But then, when she had believed that he would put his cock into her and fuck her as she had hoped for, feeling grateful to him now that he had roused her so by this act of servile devotion, she was horrified. Instead of putting his cock into her cunt, Alfred was kneeling up between her legs and jacking off. But this time, instead of catching his spunk in his hand, he allowed it to splash onto her belly.
She began to swear at him and call him a queer, tugged on her panties and ran away, and never dated him again.
As he developed into manhood, Alfred found himself unable to change his concept of the sexual act between man and woman. At last he made the fatal error of thinking that by marrying a woman and having access to her body, he could cure himself of this immature history.
He knew what fucking was, but he couldn't carry it out. Strangely enough, even with a prostitute, when he tried to put his cock into a cunt, he immediately grew limp.
The woman he married when he was twenty-three and she two years earlier, was a virgin. On their wedding night, he revolted and frightened her by forcing her to submit to being gamahuched against her will, since she considered it to be an unspeakably vile, unnatural act.
But her horror grew when, after he had finished with her, he knelt between her thighs, jacked off and spurted his spunk onto her naked body. She left him the very next morning.
Faced with the scandal of divorce on the charge of sexual abnormality and knowing that lie could probably never change, Alfred chose the only way out that his shattered mind could find. He put a gun to his head and pulled the trigger.
Thus we see a vivid and unforgettable example of a boy introduced into sexual activity in such a way that he could never adjust to a normal sexual relationship with a woman. I do not usually use the word "normal" in such cases, but here I do so without hesitation. Believe me, there's nothing abnormal about gamahuching; far from it, for it is a normal and healthy as any logical act in the sexual union when done with the consent of and the enjoyment of both partners.
But in Alfred's case, as we can see, it became a substitute for fucking to the extent where this and jacking off were the only sexual acts of which he became capable.
We know how delicate an instrument the young mind is. In our society, it is often incapable of withstanding the traumatic shocks that Alfred had at the early age of twelve. What happened to him destroyed not only his chance for normal development, but also his mind and eventually his life. Zita perhaps never did learn it, and so she never knew what a terrible price her young protege paid for having chosen him as the instrument of vengeance on the entire male sex. It was a tragedy which claimed a fairly innocent life.
CASE HISTORY
Ruth D., age 24
Marcel P., age 15
Ruth D. was really a true pure virgin at the age of twenty-four. It was true that in college and high school she had had several boyfriends, but she had always broken with them when they tried to neck and went beyond mere kissing to attempting to touch her body under her clothes. Her parents had taught her that such a caress was sinful.
Strangely enough, she had begun as a child to read romantic novels, and so had an idealistic concept of sex. But by the time she was twenty, she had begun to read the kind of sex novels that only men usually have the courage to buy in a book store. Perhaps this was an outgrowth of her rigid upbringing, a kind of subconscious protest. At any rate, it had a pronounced influence on her life. Placing herself in the role of a heroin or the female victim of some lustful attack who would be subjected to many deviations such as being whipped on the bare behind to make her yield, tied down and ravished or buggered, Ruth D. would lie naked on her bed, close her eyes and dream herself into those novels, till at last her hand found its way to her pussy.
At first she had been content to stroke that tender nook, but gradually she learned how to manipulate her fingers into her cunt and find the clitoris and bring about fierce orgasm. She was now a young teacher, taking a class immediately after her graduation from college with the required certificate of education, and each day in school she became impatient for the day to end so that she might hurry back to her room and read another erotic novel while she frigged herself.
Soon she began to long for a transformation out of fantasy and to reality. Fucking, buggering, gamahuching and Frenching fascinated her; but there was a fear which helped retain her puritanical inhibitions against such carnal pleasures. For in most of the books she read, the males were rough and brutal, while Ruth longed for a man who could be gentle, sensitive and tender, one who could bring her sexual bliss without pain or discomfort.
She began to examine her pussy with a kind of impersonal and clinical eye. Finding it so small, she imagined how atrociously it would hurt to have a man drive his stiff prick into an opening which barely accepted her finger, finally she decided that if she could find a man with a gentle manner and a small cock, she might at last be introduced to the joys which had been denied her and granted only vicariously through books.
As a consequence, she began to accept more dates. One evening, when a fellow teacher who had asked her out became quite ardent, she decided to "go the limit" with him.
They were in the back seat of his car, and he had already slipped her panties off and was fingering her pussy and bottom, making her thrill to his every touch. Everything was going along beautifully until he exposed his erect cock and pressed it into her hand. When she saw and felt the size of it, Ruth gasped and felt all her vaginal and thigh muscles tense. Such a huge object would certainly, she told herself, cause excruciating pain when it was put into the tight confines of her cunt.
The man sensed that something had gone wrong to break the exquisite mood the two of them had achieved, and so he asked her about it. Falteringly, Ruth told him that she was a virgin and dreaded the pain his cock would cause her. His attitude was one of mingled impatience and sympathy; believing that she owed him something after having aroused him to this state, she timidly suggested that instead they settle for gamahuching and Frenching.
But at the thought of licking or sucking her pussy, he made a grimace of distaste. With a sigh, Ruth bent over and took his cock into her mouth. Seeing how completely it filled her mouth, she now knew it would have split her in two if he had put it into her cunt. However, the warm hard feeling of his ramrod was a pleasant sensation for her, so she kept sucking until he finally spurted into her mouth.
When he drove her home, he made no comment that he wanted to see her again. Once alone in her room, Ruth stripped naked and frigged herself to climax. Before she went to sleep, she began to panic at the thought that for the rest of her life she would have to settle for frigging herself, reading books and dreaming up erotic fantasies.
The next day in her class, she noticed a fifteen-year-old boy named Marcel, a shy gentle boy obviously enamoured of her.
The more she considered him, the more he seemed to offer precisely what she was seeking. He was obviously gentle, quite intelligent, and since he was only fifteen years of age, she was sure that his prick wouldn't be so big as to frighten her and hurt her.
This thought burned in her mind for a few days until at last, feeling a desperate kind of urgency, she determined to discover whether or not her theory could be put into practice and whether at last a boy might replace the cruder male between her legs and give her what she needed.
So she paid particualr attention to him in class and when one afternoon Marcel approached her to ask an explanation as to why his English composition had been marked lower than he had expected, she found exactly the opportunity she wanted.
"I'd like to spend a lot of time with you helping you, Marcel" she told him. "But it would take too much of the other student's time if I did it in class. Why don't you come to my apartment this Saturday morning?" The boy was enchanted that his favorite teacher would care so much about him, and so he arrived about five minutes of ten, actually five minutes earlier than the time she had told him to come.
The interview began sedately enough, while she explained her marking to him and he finally agreed that she had been fair and that he had learned something from her reasons.
Later, she gave him a soft drink while she had a cup of coffee, they went on talking. She began to discuss books of an erotic nature, and to her great surprise, found that he had read some of them. It excited her as she thought of this boy lying naked on his bed jacking off just as she did while reading a thrilling book.
As her courage grew, Ruth began to turn the conversation away from books and towards real life. Soon she was telling him of her curiosity about fucking as it took place beteen a man and a woman and how she feared it. And after he had got over his initial shock at such a revelation from this beautiful young woman, he began to speak to her as freely. "I'm sort of scared of girls myself, Miss D.," he stammered. "I've dreamt about them too, but I never have seen one and I wonder lots of times whether they are just like they are in the books I read."
"Would you like to see one, Marcel?" she asked in a trembling voice. The expression in his eyes told her without words, and so she began to undress. When she reached back to take off her bra, and let it fall, he uttered a cry and cupped her titties with both hands, rubbed them, then put his lips to the nipples of each in turn and gave each a tender sucking kiss.
Ruth shivered, her eyes closing with rapture, as she felt his mouth on her bubbies, and she could hardly wait until she could feel his lips pressing against her pussy and drawing her to rapture.
"Oh, won't you please take off your clothes, too, Marcel dear?" she begged. He did so eagerly, and this thrilled her also.
His prick stiffly erect was not hardly so large as the one she had sucked on her recent date, the one that had ended so disasteroulsy for her. Yet it was bigger than her finger and she had a few misgivings as to whether it would go into her cunt. Nonetheless, she had determined to make the experiment and besides by now she was far too excited to back down. Consequently, removing her panties, she stood with her legs apart and said, "Now, you can see my pussy, Marcel."
The boy was fascinated. His eyes fixed on it, and then he put his hand gently to it. She smiled at him encouragingly, heartening him to grow bolder. He began to put his finger all around the rims of her quim, and she in turn reached out and fondled his cock, balls and scrotum.
"Would you like to gamahuch me, darling?" she faultered, blushing at the sound of the lust word, which thriller her inexpressibly.
"Oh yes, I would, Miss D.!" he blurted. So Ruth rather nervously moved round the bed till she found a position in which he could press his lips against her hot, wet, gleaming pussy, and lick this steaming pussy while her soft satiny thighs rubbed against his smooth, hairless cheeks. As he began to mouth her quim, his hands squeezed her thighs and bottomcheeks, and she soon began to maon with passion. It was far better than she had ever dreamed it would be. To her delight, she discovered that this precocious boy knew about a girl's clitoris even though he had never seen one; from his reading, and from his fantasies, he was able to find it with his tongue and her body jerked and swirved in the sweet throes of bliss. She began to groan and then to sob and suddenly her body exploded with a climax so much more glorious than any she had ever been able to bring about with her finger that she almost fainted.
After a slight rest, she encouraged him to lie atop her. With a bit of fumbling, he at last managed to make the proper contact, and she felt the glans of his cock pushing into her pussy. There was some pain, but far less than she had prepared herself to endure. In just a few moments, the full length of his young cock was well inside her and he had begun to pump back and forth.
Naturally, the excitement proved too much and he had a premature ejaculation. But before he had inserted his cock, he had caressed and kissed her enough so that Ruth was able to have a tremendous orgasm just a moment before she felt his boyish spurt deep into her womb. She locked her arms and legs around him and held him to her as she moaned out her joy.
In the weeks that followed, Ruth and Marcel often met to explore the excitng byways of physical love. He became an adept and confident lover, while in turn he made her a contented female who no longer needed to depend upon frigging herself for sexual release.
What might have come out of this relationship can only be a matter of conjecture, because Marcel's father, a laboratory technician was transferred by his firm to the West Coast and the affair ended. Ruth D. herself, since she had an excellent post in the school system of Des Moines, morned him, but she decided it would not be worth while to try to follow her boyish lover out to California.
Yet for both of them, this affair had very beneficial overtones. Ruth was able to overcome her fear of men and, after a few affairs with young males past the age of twenty-one, she married and became a quite happily adjusted wife capable of satisfying her husband in bed, not only by being able to French and fuck expertly, but also to allow him to try buggering her and even cupping her titties and putting his cock between them and thus bringing himself to orgasm.
However, for Marcel, the result was even more sanguine. What the boy had purposely failed to tell his beautiful young initiatress, was that because he was afraid of women-just as she had been afraid of men-he had developed some homosexual tendencies. He had actually had homosexual relations with three different boys and he had believed himself condemned to a life of homosexuality. However, following this lovely introduction with Ruth, Marcel became released of homosexuality and turned into a skillful lover.
This is one of those exceptional cases where because a boy was seduced by a woman, his sexual life was saved from the frustration and misery which afflicts the homosexual in our present society. Not only did he emerge from the seduction unharmed, but he was actually a better person for it. In turn, when we examined Ruth's personality, we find that though she was nervous and unskilled, her healthy and eager outlook towards sexual adventure was communicated to the willing victim of her seduction. And this, perhaps, was the difference between altering him for the better instead of plunging him into a realm of neurosis and frustration.
CASE HISTORY
Sara O., age 45
Harold T., age 16
I knew both participants in this case history about twenty years ago, and because of this, want to include it in this volume for its many unusual features. The point that it makes-or the moral that it draws, if you prefer, though I myself never moralized-is that the mature seductress should have some consideration as to the general character of her young lover. If he is weak, amoral, unscrupulous and cynical, she may well have set him off on a cycle of empty conquests, in which he fancies himself to be a masterful Don Juan whom no woman can resist. Such a future life is empty and unsatisfying, as well as torturing. And this, indeed, is what happened to her young lover, as we shall see.
Sara herself at the age of forty-five was tentatively a virgin. It was true that she had never had a man fuck her, nor had she even had lesbian relations even as an experiment; however, she had broken through her cherry early in life by masturbating herself with various objects.
There are perhaps more women than we know who utilize this method of self-penetration to simulate the action of the male prick. In many instances, it is a fear of pregnancy and of the brutality of the male in the act of fucking which induces them to gratify themselves in this onanistic manner. For others, especially the younger girls, it is perhaps a desire to hasten their maturity so that they can pretend they are "grown up" enough to have all the fun of sex and none of the dangers or responsibility. Or again, it may be a mature woman whose lover does not satisfy her (whether she is married or not), and who therefore resorts to inanimate objects to represent the male prick and so to direct it that she herself has control over the excitement engendered.
Perhaps the oddest fact of this entire case is that a woman of forty-five who had thus far contented herself with artificial phalluses would suddenly attempt to seduce a sixteen-year-old boy who was a student in her high school class. Sara herself told me that she didn't quite understand what had set her off into this attempt. So far as she could determine, it came about because she had the feeling that life was running out on her without her having known, "the feeling of a naked male lying on top of me with his stiff hot cock plunging deep inside my cunt." To be sure, this explanation is reasonable enough, and yet there must have been an ingrown fear of the male until that time. Sara told me that she frigged herself to climax at least once a week, and almost invariably after reading stimulating erotic literature.
Usually she employed her finger, but from time to time, as she told me, she would stage what she termed an orgy. In such instances, she would lie naked on her bed with her legs hugely straddled. Then, while she held an erotic book in one hand and avidly studied it, she would insert a candle, banana, cucumber, or similar object into her cunt. As she read, she would push the object in and out as a simulation of fucking. When she came to her spending, she would remove the object and then rest for a while. After about a quarter of an hour or so, she would begin to read again. When she came upon another thrilling erotic passage, she would insert a different object into her cunt and, as she read on, again repeat the process of simulated fucking.
At first glance, Sara did not at all seem to be the sexually oriented type; she was intellectual, rather stout, and rather severe of face. To imagine her lying naked on her bed with her body writhing, her hips bouncing up and down as she frigged herself or thrust an artificial prick into her cunt, while reading a book which her principal would have probably been horrified to know she even possessed, was certainly a picture that did not at all conform to what Sara was in her outward, professional life. But the fact is that she did these things and she told me also that these "orgies" sometimes involved as many as four separate orgasms before she became so tired that she had to stop.
One afternoon, towards the end of a class in English literature (not, assuredly, the kind she read in the privacy of her bedroom!), Sara, growing interested in the subject and wanting to achieve a degree of familiarity and intimacy with her students, seated herself on the edge of her desk. She discovered that one boy was staring at her legs, shifted herself and hoped she hadn't blushed too obviously to indicate to him that she had been aware of his preoccupation. Thereafter, she kept an eye on this particular boy and she observed that he was always trying to see more of her than her clothing usually exhibited. He seemed to crane his neck whenever she stooped, or leaned back in her swivel chair, and she came to the conclusion that he was a potential peeping torn. The notion somewhat excited her.
Consequentaly, she put into practive the idea of walking over to his desk during the class, bending down to see what he was writing and ask him questions about the theme or the book under discussion. Every time she did this, she caught him in the act of sneaking a quick look down the bodice of her dress. On other occasions, Sara saw him staring at her bottom or, when she paused to take a deep breath, the bodice of her dress where her full round titties rose and fell.
One night, feeling the urge of lust upon her, she stripped naked. But this time Sara didn't take an erotic book to bed. Instead she went to her refrigerator and took out a large banana not yet ripe; she told me that the ripe, soft bananas did not give the same degree of friction and probing which simulated the male prick. Positioning herself appropriately, Sara conjured up an image in which Harold-the boy who had been staring at her all this time-was kneeling naked between her straddled thighs. In her fantasy, he held his stiff young cock in his hand and he was smiling as he prepared to stick it into her cunt.
Harold, at sixteen, was quite a well grown lad with an excellent athletic build, and her belief was that he must necessarily have a large prick. In this dream-fantasy of hers, she had put saliva on her fingers and rubbed it onto her cunt lips. As she applied this moisture, she felt an immediate response to the touch of her fingers, and she knew that her come was going to be exceptionally thrilling.
Before moving her hand away, Sara rubbed the" finger over her clitoris and shuddered and groaned aloud. There was no longer any time for waiting. Seizing the banana, she caressed it in her hand, once again imagining the naked form of Harold kneeling as her hand took hold of his stiff young prick, a preparatory to guiding it into her cunthole. Talking to this fantasy-boy aloud, she said-she related this to me in verbatim-: "Harold, darling, I have such a tight warm cunt, I'm just begging you to stick your big beautiful prick into it. It's going to hold you tightly, darling, it's going to suck out all the juice and make you feel so good. Oh, don't wait, ram it into my poor little pussy and fuck me hard!"
In her fantasy, she saw the boy smile, felt the weight of his strong young body as he lowered himself onto her shuddering, naked flesh, guiding his prick to her waiting and eager cunt. "Oh Harold, darling," she gasped as she thrust the banana into her cunt, "you're so big and hard, oh, give it to me! Give it to me, give it to me hard, stick it in as hard as you can and fuck me!"
She stopped talking as the full length of the banana was inserted inside her vaginal sheath. Resting for a moment, closing her eyes, she sighed deeply. Then her hand grasped the end of the banana and began to move it back and forth in the act of fucking.
Throughout this act, her other hand moved over her body, returning to cup and fondle one of her big titties, and then the other, feeling her nipples harden like flints. As she approached her come, her hand drove the banana back and forth with increased tempo as her bottomcheeks arched and strained, and then suddenly with a final plunge the artificial prick crammed deep into her and remained there as she clutched both her titties, and rolled over to her side and moaned aloud in the ecstasy of girl-spending.
Her thighs clenched, and she turned over to lie on her belly, the presence of a banana real and comforting, as if it were still a stiff young male prick remaining hard in her cunt even after her orgasm.
It was at this moment, she told me, that she decided she was definitely going to seduce Harold. For the first time in her life, she wanted to know the feeling of a real prick, a male organ, inside her pussy.
But she waited impatiently until Friday before she put her first phase of the intended seduction into action. Now after the final class of the day, she calmly asked Harold to remain after the others had left. No other students had been given detentions that day even though a few of them had committed acts and misdeeds which normally would have resulted in their punishment; but for today, Sara wanted Harold entirely to herself for very obvious reasons. Accordingly, he was somewhat puzzled as he waited for the other students to file out so that he could learn what he had done to merit this reprimand.
No sooner was the room empty than Sara invited him to come up to her desk. She had pushed her chair well back and dragged her dress well above her thighs, quite high enough so that he could hardly consider it an accidental maneuver. Naturally, just as she had expected, his eyes were riveted to them. But when he looked up to her face, he saw that Sara was smiling; it was clear that he wasn't being punished, but this still didn't solve his confusion. Then, pleasantly, she asked, "Would you do me a favor, Harold, and come over to my apartment tomorrow to help me with a very important project?"
"Of course, Miss O.," he eagerly replied. He was blushing with nervousness, but this made it all the more stimulating to her. First she thought of offering him a ride home so that she could tease him a little more and relish in advance what she was going to do with him, but she finally decided against it. Other students might see and it might arouse suspicions, a chance she saw no reason for taking. So she told him that she would expect him the next morning between ten-thirty and eleven.
Actually, he arrived ten minutes early, and even at that Sara guessed that he had been waiting as long as he could. His eyes opened wide and his face crimsoned as she held the door open to admit him. For she wore a long negligee of vivid white. Although it wasn't transparent, it was sufficiently so to enable him to make out the outline of a garterbelt which snugged dark-tinted nylon hose caressingly high on her firm, strong, beautifully rounded thighs.
She stood framed in the doorway, and with sunshine coming in through the window behind her, it was quite evident that Harold was presented with a breath-taking display. "Do you like my working clothes?" she asked airily as she moved gracefully and walked ahead of him into the room. To the boy, the view he saw of her behind and the movement of her thighs was just as exciting as the other had been. At once his prick grew hard, and he stealthily put his palm over the front of his trousers to hide the erection. But he wasn't able to manage it quickly enough to escape detection, for she suddenly turned and, in the seductive tone, murmured, "Yes, I see you really do like my uniform, Harold dear. And I'm very flattered."
He was usually competent in class, but now he stood flustered, trembling, his eyes widened and his face quite red. "Oh come now, you're not really acting as if you did like it, Harold," she smilingly teased him.
Then she took a step towards him, holding out her arms and nodding her head. He moved nervously towards her, and she was certain that his knees were shaking as he came towards her. A moment later, her arms enfolded him, and his locked around her. As her mouth pressed hard against his, her titties crushed against his chest, and she shivered as she felt his hard stiff prick prodding against her belly.
As the kiss ended, she murmured, "Wait a bit, dear." Then, moving back a little way from him, her fingers working at the knot of the negligee, she drew it open slowly to expose her generously proportioned body clad in only bra and panties. Then, dramatically, she drew it off her shoulders and let it float to the floor in a shimmering heap.
To Harold, she was even more exciting in this black lingerie than had she been stark naked. Yet at the moment it seemed better to him to see her as she was, to touch her through these provocative garments-and he did just that.
Dividing his attention between the nylon sheaths which hid her titties and her cunt, and her naked skin, he rubbed both. He put his palms on her, one to her belly, the other against one of her titties, and moaned softly. When she took his face between her hands, he allowed her to guide it between the swells of her titties and above the valley of her bra. Opening his mouth on the smooth valley, he ran his tongue along the surface and felt her trembling just as he was trembling.
"Take your clothes off, dear," she whispered hoarsely. He began to grow more confident, and as he took off his clothes, he was rigid and stood proudly before her, his stiff prick straining towards her as an emblem of manhood which he openly displayed.
Sara reached out to clasp it in her palm, rapping her fingers round the stem, and she felt shivers of exquisite passion as she at last touched a real male prick. This was going to be so much better than anything she had used in the past, it would swell and probe inside of her, and at the end of it, it would spend furiously the hot juices into her eager cunt.
Then she led him into the bedroom and murmured to him, "I want you to take off all my clothes and then have me. I want you to fuck me, darling. Will you?"
"Oh, my gosh! Yes, Miss Sara!" he groaned. His trembling fingers reached behind her to unhook the bra, and then he tugged down her panties, uttering gasps of ecstasy, his eyes blazing as they studied the firming nipples, the bush which concealed the soft twitching lips of her cunt. Then his hands moved to caress these sacred and hitherto unknown treasures of femininity, and finally he began to kiss her titties, then her belly, until at last, in sheer spontaneity, he sank down between hex hands, he allowed her to guide it between the swells of her titties and above the valley of her bra. Opening his mouth he pressed a passionate kiss on her furry cunthole.
She was naked save for her garterbelt and hose, her thighs straddled, her arched forward to receive this gamahuching kiss from a young male who accorded it to her in candid adoration and healthy young male lust.
Before her trembling, uncertain hands pushed his face away lest she climax too soon, she suddenly realized that it was too late; her body began to quake, her head fell back and a long sobbing gasp excaped her. It was indescribably delicious!
She flung herself down on the bed, panting, "Oh, now, oh, darling, put your prick inside my cunt and fuck me, Harold!" He mounted her, and with his strong, young body atop hers, Sara cried out with joy as she felt his savagely stiff young cock probing through the wet twitching lips of her cunt until it was deep inside of her.
Her body arched from the bed, her arms locking tightly around his sturdy young athletic naked body, and she cried again as she felt his belly pressing hers down, felt all his length and stiffness deep inside of her.
It was true that she had put many a larger item into her cunt, but this prick surpassed all of those objects in the sensations of ecstasy it provided. This is the way it would be, she told herself, as often as she could arrange it.
Suddenly she felt his essence spurt into her, before she could have orgasm herself; but that didn't bother her. She knew she could restore him in a little while, and it would take him much longer, giving her ample time to taste the heaven of being fucked.
She revived him with her mouth, and certainly as she had dreamed, he thrust his rigid prick back into her cunt and fucked hard until suddenly she felt herself explode with all the ecstasy she had dreamed of.
It was a magnificent affair and it went on until Harold began to discover that younger women, girls of his own age, had even more delicious bodies, younger and firmer flesh, more tempting ways and reactions. Gradually he turned to them, and then suddenly vanished from Sara's life.
Although she continued to teach, and seduced other boys, none ever gave her the same thrill as Harold. After all, psychologically, he was her very first male; to a woman, that is a prime importance.
As for this boy, his early initiation by a mature woman gave him a magnificent fundamental course in sexual education which was to stand him in good stead. He became an excellent lover, and for a while it seemed that he would be healthy, sexually adjusted and thoroughly able to benefit from this initiation.
But the psychology of this boy was something that Sara herself had not foreseen. He began to think more of the joy of conquest, he saw each girl as a new cunt to be fucked, not a personality capable of warm giving and appreciation. Just as he had abandoned Sara when he found someone else more interesting, so he considered women simply items to be written down in a little black book and logged as the clinical details of the pleasure they had given, then forgotten in his quest for new quim.
I know him now, and he is thirty-six years of age. He is beginning to suffer from the empty life of being a mere Don Juan. He comes to me weekly for consultation, but I do not think I shall be able to effect a cure. The impressions that formed twenty years ago are much too powerful to erase.
He appears not to be a genuine victim from that early seduction by Sara. I do not think that I can overcome his inability to form an emotional attachment to any one woman, because he did not learn all that he could have learned from Sara's generous giving. He thought only of his physical pleasure, not of sharing, not of understanding the wonderful complexities of sex and the joy of sharing them with someone who had something in common besides her body.
He must therefore be placed in the category of a victim to a mature seductress. And yet, since I'm always optimistic over the wonderfully strong powers of the human mind, I do not say definitely that he is incurable. What we can learn from this case, however, is that youthful passion has the one flaw of selfishness; it is something which the mature seductress must remember when she sets out in her campaign to bring a young boy, a virgin male, to her eager, lusting bed. She may not always destroy herself, it is true, but she may commit a far greater sin of ruining the life of one who could be led into compassion and generosity in the act of love. Ego is, we psychiatrists know, a powerful weapon in an age of survival; it can be a treacherous boomerang when one wields it solely for selfish achievements.
CHAPTER THREE
THE EFFECT OF OUTSIDERS AND STRANGERS
CASE HISTORY
Allison R., age 33
Charles O., age 12
Allison R. was a married, quite attractive woman who had enjoyed plenty of fucking before and during her marriage. Her husband unexpectedly died of a heart attack when she was only thirty, and so she went on living in the same house and became almost a recluse, stricken with her bereavement.
She lived in Elmira, New York, and went into town to shop for food about once a week, but steadfastly refused to renew old friendships and resisted the efforts of former friends to draw her out of her self-imposed shell of complete withdrawal.
Except for shopping, her only other activity was to go walking in the woods. Almost daily she went for long walks in the woods behind her house, walking until she felt so fatigued that she could scarcely get back home. Then, she would fling herself onto her bed and fall into deep, dreamless sleep.
These walks, obviously, were therapeutic so that they tired her where sleep came as a release-but this was not her only reason. When she talked to me later, she admitted that she was quite well aware of the danger involved for a woman to walk all by herself in the woods. As she explained it, "When my husband died, I didn't want to look for anyone else. He had been so good in bed, so complete for me. And yet, I wanted to cherish his memory, even while I began to feel what his loss meant to me. There wouldn't be a man to hold me in his arms, to kiss my titties and to fuck me hard until I came. It had been so wonderful, when we shared it. Now there is no one. And yet, I wanted a man. But because I'm decent and was brought up to believe that when you marry a man, you're all his, I guess I went into the woods sort of subconsciously hoping there would be a stranger there who would overpower me and take me by force. I mean fuck me, Dr. Klow. Then it wouldn't be my fault, because he would be stronger than I was and so I wouldn't have a chance to defend myself."
I may point out here to my readers that Allison's explanation is psychologically very well founded. It is, indeed, the exact reason that many women give when they explain how they came to be raped: subconsciously, they secretly desired it, but because of their upbringing, their religion or their own moral code, they were afraid of taking the upper hand or showing any initiative. However, when they are dominated and overcome by a stronger male, then they rationalize that it isn't their fault and hence they can enjoy it secretly while submitting to the will of the stronger. How many thousands of unrecorded rapes have taken place exactly because of this reasoning, no one will ever know!
But, if she actually sought to be raped, outwardly or inwardly, it still didn't work for her. She was well known, respected and liked around the town, and so she could walk in the woods without ever getting anything more than a wave or a friendly greeting from the men she happened to meet.
On one such walk, she hadn't gone more than a few hundred yards from her house when she heard excited voices ahead. She began to tiptoe along the path and then peered into the thick bushes until she at last found the source of these sounds. What she saw made her gasp and stand there as if petrified. Two stark naked boys were playing with each other. They had hard-ons, and each was fondling the other's cock as they whispered excitedly about how it felt to frig each other, to touch here and there, on the tip of the cock or the balls or along the shaft.
Moved by a passionate intensity that she had not experienced since her husband's death, Allison crept closer to hear exactly what they were saying, her eyes glitteringly fixed on their pricks and bottoms.
Without planning it that way at all, she found that she was stepping into the small clearing to confront both boys, who trembled with embarrassment and fear at being caught by a woman in such a compromising situation.
Their first reaction was to grab for their clothes, but Allison stopped them. "No you don't, you stay right here! Now then, I want to know who you are. What are your names, boys?"
Thus coerced, the naked boys identified themselves, and Allison recognized both names. They began to cry when she told them, "I'm going to tell your parents, yes, I am, what I've caught you doing. For shame! Do you know what's going to happen to you?"
"Sure," Charles stammered, "we'll be kept in the house for a long time, and we'll probably get a good sound licking. I'll get it with a switch."
"And me," the other boy, Tom, groaned, "I'll get my dad's strap on my bare ass-I beg your pardon, m'am-oh, gosh, won't you please let us go this once?"
Allison suddenly realized exactly why an impulse had taken her into the clearing to confront them. She was going to experience the pleasure of exploring their young male nakedness and punish them in her own way. And so, a few moments later, the two naked boys, carrying their clothes, were walking hastily down the path to her house. She ushered them inside and locked the door behind them.
Taking them to her bedroom, she sat on the edge of her bed with one naked boy standing on each side of her as she scolded them. Then she wanted to know how they got spanked at home.
While they mumbled nervous replies and tried in vain to keep their hands over their cocks, Allison felt a wave of passion swirl in her as she hadn't done since her husband had so unexpectedly died. "All right, I have decided to be lenient this one time," she announced. "I won't tell your parents, but I'm going to give each one of you a good sound spanking, do you understand?"
They nodded, glancing at each other, with a sigh of relief. A hand spanking, embarrassing though it would be from a woman, was infinitely better than the switch and strap. So, calmly removing her blouse and skirt, she felt passions rise even more fiercely in her as she saw both boys staring at her. Her white bra and panties stood out in vivid contrast against her tanned, smooth bare skin. Tugging her panties very tight so that they shaped out the cheeks of her ass and her plump crotch, she sat down on the edge of the bed and drew the younger boy over her eager thighs so that she could feel his prick against her bare legs. Scolding him for his naughtiness, she began to spank him hard with the open palm of her right hand.
Each time her hand came down on the smooth soft skin of his naked behind, another surge of passion went through her. As his bottom colored and grew hot under the repeated spanks, Allison began to breathe quickly. She looked down and saw her titties heaving in the confines of the bra, and she saw also that Charles was staring at them in fascination.
Then she gasped: he had a hard-on. Delivering a final shower of brisk spanks to the reddening bottom over her lap, she pushed Tom to his feet and ordered, "You get dressed and wait outside while Charles has his turn, now be quick about it!"
Tom needed no urging. Crying and shivering, he hastily got dressed and almost ran out of the house. No sooner had he gone than Allison began to talk to the older boy and reached out to fondle his erect prick. Though it was quite small, it was nonetheless very impressively hard, and suddenly Allison, as she told me, "found myself dreaming of how it was going to feel inside my cunt."
After a few questions, she learned that Charles had never seen a woman in only bra and panties, and had certainly never seen a naked woman. She watched him tremble with anticipation as she reached behind to unhook her bra. Holding it carefully, she removed one cup to expose just one tittie for him. When his mouth opened in amazement, she drew his face to her and pushed the nipple of her tittie into his mouth. He began to suck it eagerly until she drew it away, showing him how hard and dark the nipple had become.
Then she gave him her other tittie, and he repeated the process. His small prick was throbbing with excitement. Now, standing with her back to him, her body slightly bent, Allison began to lower her panties with deliberate slowness. She slowly bared a smooth pair of bottomcheeks to his breathless gaze.
She let them slowly drop to her feet and stood there a moment, and then she turned round to show him her voluptuous belly and the thick black bush of her pussy hair.
Then she drew him onto the bed with her, and began to talk to him about sex. Here as she told me, she used all the basic terms to describe her anatomy and his, the function of that anatomy and various sexual acts. "You see this?" she said to him, pointing to her pussy. "That's my quim, my cunt, my pussy, Charles. And that," pointing to his cock, "is your prick, your dong, your rod. When a boy puts his rod into a girl's cunt, that is fucking. And that's what you're going to do to me. But first you're going to look over my pussy and see what you think of it. Now then, put your face between my legs and look!"
She lay back, straddling her thighs, gesturing to him. With a gasp, Charles moved forward on his knees until his mouth was up against her cunt. Allison was overcome with ecstasy as she closed her eyes and shivered.
"Now I'll show you how nice it feels when a woman holds a man's prick in her mouth, dear," she said. "Crawl over me and get over my face, and I'll show you."
She discovered that she could get his prick entirely into her mouth, and she felt him jerk and throb, which added to her excitement.
Then, remembering how thrilling it had been when he had explored her pussy and finally kissed it she murmured to him, "Charles dear, now I want you to gamahuch me. It's what you almost did before, except you keep it up. Come lie between my legs, dear, and put your mouth up against my pussy. That's a darling! Now kiss it, and try to suck while you're kissing, you see? And later, when I tell you to, put your tongue inside it and rub it around until you find a little button. When you feel me jump and wriggle and hear me tell you to hurry, rub it very hard."
He learned quickly, and his own excitement and interest in being so intimate with a mature woman aided him in gratifying Allison with the most powerful climax she had had in the almost two years which had passed since her husband's untimely death. Then, to reward him, she whispered to him, after she had regained her self-control, "Now you are going to fuck me, darling. This is because you made me so happy. Now I'll make you happy too." He knelt between her thighs and prepared to adjust his small prick into her eager, moist and twitching pussy. She took her hands and gently guided him, and soon began to squirm and wriggle in delight as Charles, once inside her began to move his hips up and down. "Oh, yes, that's it, darling!" she breathed. "Oh, how wonderful you are, and it's only your first time. Oh, that's marvelous! Deeper, harder, oh, yes, oh, my darling!"
Perhaps the very smallness of his prick aided him in rubbing her clitoris, so that Allison was drawn towards a hot girl-come again when he finally uttered a cry and gave up all his essence. The session thus ended. But it was one that Allison knew she would always remember.
Before she allowed him to leave the house, she made him promise to return often for more of such games. Charles eagerly agreed and swore that he would never tell anyone what they had just done or would do in the future.
And so the two of them met often at her house after that, and she taught Charles everything she knew about sex. During the next few months she in turn learned and taught more exciting ways of satisfying pussy and prick than she had ever known with her husband, as she and the boy freely experimented.
However, we could only speculate at what might have happened. Charles had one quirk in his nature: he could not keep the secret of having a successful affair with a beautiful mature woman, and knowing himself to be only a boy and yet her lover, made him desire to tell people about it. Naturally, from the gossip which went on in his circle of young acquaintances, it was inevitable that word should in turn reach adult neighbors and they in turn should notify his parents. Charles' father had a session with him, from which the boy emerged trembling, pale and shaken. And so the very next time he went to Allison's house, his father was hiding behind a clump of bushes just outside the house.
After he had waited for what he had considered would be sufficient time to catch both of them in a guilty embrace, Charles' father crept quietly into the house and there he found his son and Allison both naked, obviously ready to perform the act of fucking. With a shout of anger, the man ordered Charles to hurry home where he would be attended to in due course. Then he stared at the naked, cringing and blushing Allison. "You dirty, filthy bitch! So you're trying to corrupt my boy, are you? You're a queer, a pervert, you ought to be ridden out of town on a rail, tarred and feathered, just like a whore!" he cursed her.
Allison was thunderstruck. "But please, you don't understand," she stammered.
"I understand only too well. You like to have things your way, you bitch. You think it's easy to screw a boy, because you can make him do what you want. You wouldn't try that trick with a man. Like me, for instance. Well, now, that's an idea. Here you are all ready to be fucked, and my boy isn't able to service you, you dirty bitch. But I will," he grinned viciously as he suddenly yanked down his zipper and liberated his massive cock. Allison put the back of her hand to her mouth to choke her cry of anguish and shame, cringing against the bed. He slapped her face and forced her down on her back. Then, in spite of her pleas and struggles, he pried apart her thighs with one knee, and, slapping her titties, finally thrust his prick into her cunt and fucked her violently. During the act, he cursed her, calling her a whore and strumpet, not even worthy of the honor of being fucked by a full grown man, but a dirty pervert who played only with boys. And Allison, her face twisted to one side, her eyes closed, wept hysterically as she felt his brutal prick drive back and forth, heard his jeering and coarse abuse. Finally he spent, and then he pulled himself out of her and began to strike her with the flat of his hands. When he had finished, he left her crying on the bed as he stuffed his limp cock back into his pants and went home to punish his son for his wickedness.
When he got home, Charles' father heard shouts and crying, and realized that his wife had been lecturing the boy. But he took over. Taking his belt out of his pants, he ordered Charles to strip naked. While the boy's mother held his hands, forcing him to bend over the back of the chair, Charles' father slashed at his bottom with a double belt until the boy shrieked for mercy, his reddened, bruised bottom jerking and twisting in agony.
But even after that severe thrashing, not a day passed without Charles' mother or father reminding him of the filthy thing he had done with Allison. And more often than not, either of his parents would end that lecturing with the order to strip for another painful dose of the strap.
This created a traumatic dread and loathing of what had been for Charles a beautiful, spontaneous and natural act. In a word, the pain and the shame of these whippings made him come to the conclusion that fucking between a male and a female was a sinful, filthy thing.
That took place almost twenty years ago, but the lesson did not vanish. And today Charles is a confirmed homosexual who considers all women to be sinful, dirty creatures who defile the male body. I doubt very much that he would ever change his outlook on them and their role in life. He has had a series of male lovers over the years and has come to accept homosexuality as the proper and normal way of life.
Thus we find a young teenager who, seduced as an adolescent, had his life changed. But we cannot blame Allison for the harm that was done to Charles; the fault was that of his well-meaning parents who absolutely could not cope with the situation they did not understand. They themselves were puritans and prudes, and so sex to them was dirty and revolting. If, instead of treating him like a moral leper, they had explained the situation fully to Charles so that he could have retained a respect for the generic processes of life, for the beauty there can be in fucking when a man and woman truly love each other, very likely there would have been no lasting harm.
Very likely, had he had a more benign consideration from his parents, Charles might have recalled the joys to which Allison had initiated him; he would probably have jacked off frequently, had sexual dreams while he did so, and at last would have found natural and inevitable sexual pleasures with girls in his growth to manhood.
Instead, he was the tragic victim of ignorance, anger and hypocrisy. His father, who thundered out denounciation of sin and evil and filthiness, apparently saw none of these things when he fucked and beat Allison, simply because she had seduced his boy. And, as Charles himself had told me later, often when his parents had finished strapping him, they would hurry to the bedroom, strip naked, and then enjoy a fuck together, roused in that curious and sadistic yet strange way by his own suffering. If this is not hypocrisy, I do not know what really is in the sexual field!
So it was they, far more than Allison, who corrupted and destroyed a young life. We find this attitude in our censors, too, throughout North America. They generally believe that all sex is evil. Therefore those who are interested in it, who read books about it, who write books and who distribute them, are considered "moral degenerates." But if the truth be known, many of these censors secretly have a kind of pathetic yearning for the very things they condemn. In so condemning, they try to hide this yearning from their fellow man. And this is moral hypocrisy of the worst kind.
The entire tragedy of sex in our lifetime is when we approach it with a feeling that it is "dirty,"
"unnatural," or "wicked." Here the censor seizes his opportunity to make us believe what puritanical teachers have taught us, and to make us wallow in our own guilt and shame. Thereafter, of course, for us the act of sex would become identified with voyeurism and exhibitionism, in which we would take more pleasure from thinking about it. Until we can rid our minds from the spectres of guilt and fear and shame, we are not really ready for the sexual revolution that is upon us.
You may ask whether there are many women like Allison. My files as a psychiatrist offer conclusive proof that there are indeed. I've had many discussions with other authorities in this field of mine, which corroborate all I have been able to learn on the subject. We know that mental hospitals and prisons hold many women who, having been torn between guilt and desire and yielded to the latter, sometimes have seduced boys and then felt themselves "sinful." They may have turned to drink or drugs or to lesbianism, or they may have sunk to prostitution as a kind of self-inflicted whip by which to punish themselves for their imagined sin. Their moral breakdown has come out of the very impetus of their desires, which they did not take time to study and understand. Undoubtedly Allison, before she seduced Charles, should have tried to ascertain the outlook of his parents, realizing the risk that one day they might hear of the liaison between their son and her.
But let us turn now to another case history of a woman who was driven to seduce a strange boy in her search for gratification. By strange, I mean a casual or accidental person who simply happens upon the woman's life and who, because of her own loneliness and desperation, is impulsively selected as her lover ... but all too often, as with Charles, becomes her victim.
CASE HISTORY
Marcia K., age 39
Allan J., age 14
Married at the age of twenty, Marcia K. enjoyed a reasonably normal life for seventeen years. In that time, she gave her husband two daughters, but she always secretly wanted a son. During the last few years of her marriage, the sexual adjustment which she and her husband had began to deteriorate and her husband appeared to lose interest in her.
For a time, Marcia made a definite attempt to revive his waning interest. When she saw that her efforts were in vain, she accepted his outlook as a kind of rejection due to her becoming old and unattractive. This was hardly true, but she could hardly remain objective in such a situation. What Marcia did not realize was that while she was still an extremely attractive woman, her husband was actually spending most of his sexual energy on an affair with a twenty-three-year old secretary in his office and thus had little time or sexual interest left for his proper conjugal duties.
In an attempt to adjust to her role as a rejected wife, Marcia began to take long walks through Cleveland, in whose northeastern residential section she and her husband occupied a modest house. One can see here a similarity with Allison, who took long walks through the woods so she would become fatigued enough to sleep and thus escape her problems, although as we know, subconsciously, she yearned to be raped and thus to have the sex she was otherwise denied.
Although Marcia had been conditioned by her husband's rejection to consider herself anything other than an attractive woman, she nevertheless dressed fashionably just as a matter of habit. From time to time, as she walked, she observed a man looking at her with a kind of glint of admiration in his eyes, and this gave her a stimulus to go on living. However, no man did any more than look, so that she was still left with the feeling of being old and discarded.
During one of her many walks, Marcia became tired and went into a little cafe to rest. She ordered a cup of coffee and toyed with it, smoking a cigarette, and then noticed a school boy sitting on the stool ahead of her drinking a soda. She was sure that he had turned his head away just as she had looked up. Glancing down at herself, Marcia saw that her legs were crossed in such a way as to expose a generous amount of thigh from his vantage point.
Instead of the embarrassment which she would normally have felt, Marcia sensed a kind of elation, as well as a distinct sexual thrill. A man, even though a young one, was staring at her with an expression of hunger which assured her that she was still attractive. That was more than her husband had done in many a day.
While the boy returned to his drinking, Marcia raised the skirt of her dress even higher to exhibit more of her thighs. Then she pretended to toy with her coffee cup, turning her face away to leave the boy to his own devices. She could see a mirror to her right, and she perceived that the boy was staring at her again. Keeping her head down, she uncrossed her legs with deliberate slowness and then recrossed them with the same casual effect. She knew that she was giving him an exciting display of the tops of her nylon hose and the bare thighs above.
In time, when she began to feel that others were staring at her, she finished her coffee and got up to leave. As she passed the boy at the counter, he turned his head away. Marcia returned to the cafe at the same time the next day and went through the same routine for the same boy who sat on the same stool, showing exactly the same interest.
From then on, it became a kind of predictable routine. Marcia's walk always ended at the same place at the same time, and the boy was always there with the same greedy interest showing on his handsome young face.
For some time, this exhibitionism was enough to excite her, but soon her thoroughly wakened female nature demanded more. And she determined to seduce the boy. So, the following day, she went to the cafe as usual to put on the same kind of "leg show" for him. But this time, when she left the cafe, she waited outside. A few minutes later, the boy emerged and began to walk, and Marcia quickly fell into step beside him.
When she first began to talk to him, he was nervous, as if he felt she had observed his interest and resented it. Consequently, she chose her words carefully to let him know how pleasant it was for an older woman to be appreciated by a nice young man. Hence before long she had melted most of his reserve and they were talking! quite freely. Some of his nervousness remained, but Marcia was certain she could cope with that.
It was a kind of pathetic and yet miraculous transformation: the immature, rejected wife turned into a bold, self-assured seductress. The fact that Allan J. was so young, only fourteen, she learned, gave her all the confidence she required. She told him how a woman liked to have her legs admired by a young man and noticed that he was thrilled by her statement.
The conversation was so interesting Allan didn't notice that by now they had reached Marcia's home. When she invited him in, he became a little flustered. "Don't be so shy," she laughed softly, "or is it you're afraid that you're going to see my legs again? Don't you like them, didn't you just tell me so?"
Blushing furiously but feeling his manhood was being challenged, Allan took a deep breath and blurted out, "I want to see them again, honest I do!" With a little soft laugh of delight and anticipation, Marcia unlocked the door and he walked into the house ahead of her.
Marcia's two daughters were away from home; one was at college, while the other was at a private high school. Hence Marcia knew she had at least two hours alone with Allan before her husband would return from work-ample time for her project.
She invited him into the kitchen and began to make hot chocolate, and then she said to him, "You know, Allan, there's more to a woman than just her legs, which I know you were looking at. Do you know what the difference is between a man and a woman?"
"Ah, a little," he stammeringly admitted, his blushes deepening.
"Well, for one thing, a woman has breasts and a boy doesn't," she said, and put her hands to her titties, pressing her dress tightly over them as she stared intently at him. She saw him tremble, and she knew inwardly that he had fallen for the bait. "Then, of course, between our legs we don't have what you have." And now again one of her hands dropped down to the crotch of her dress and molded out her cunt.
His eyes were fixed on her hand, and his trembling was even more noticeable.
She carried the cups of hot chocolate on a tray into the living room, and then sat down beside him on the wide couch. "You were looking at my legs, but maybe you didn't know that nylon stockings make them look prettier. Let me show you," she said softly. Then, raising the hem of her dress well over her thighs to demonstrate the point, Allan observed her nylon-sheathed thighs and the glimpse of her panties with a garterbelt just beneath the waistband of them. She took one of his hands and placed his palm on her left stocking just above her knee. Then, with gentle pressure, she ascended his hand up to the end of the stocking, released it to let him go on from there.
With a gasp, both his hands now surging forward, and trembling with passion, Allan found the warm white flesh above. He squeezed them both, and she gave him a smile of encouragement.
He saw that her hands were busy, and he looked up again; then he gasped aloud as he felt the front of her dress gaping open to show the exciting rounds snugged by her black brassiere. He could see the inner curves of her white skinned titties curving into the soft narrow valley which separated them. Her hands moved now to the back of his neck and drew his face to her, and he sighed as his mouth and nose and chin were pressed into the intoxicating, perfumed, satiny valley.
"You know, dear, when a boy and a girl are together like this they can do all sorts of nice things and have fun," she whispered suggestively. "A boy can kiss a girl's titties, and he can kiss her legs and what's between them too, you know. Would you like to do that?"
"Oh, why, why, yes, ma'am!" he groaned.
She could feel him trembling in her grasp and she knew this was his first experience. Her own body began to tremble convulsively, telling her that she would have the orgasm which had been so long denied her.
Now Allan had moved his hands from her thighs to caress the cups of her bra and to feel the firm quivering titties yield to the pressure of his fingers. Her lips brushed his ear as she whispered, "Did you know that men sucked women's titties, especially the nipples, to make them hard and sensitive so that women get excited and want to be loved, Allan dear?"
Then she began to pull her dress down her arms, and Allan recoiled to make it easier for her. Standing up before him, she dragged the dress completely off and stood there while he stared at the thrilling beauty of a mature woman clad only in her bra, panties, garterbelt and nylon hose. She could see beads of perspiration glisten on his forehead.
Then she seized both his wrists and reached behind her, letting his hands press and rub her bottom. He grew bolder, and drew his left hand forward and around to explore the forbidden area where her panties snugged under her belly and right against her crotch, and Marcia opened her legs a little wider to give him total access.
She felt the lips of her pussy twitch with anticipation, and again the trembling began in her ripe, lush body. She unhooked her bra, while he still continued to fondle her pussy and bottom, and then removed the bra and let it fall to the floor. Her titties began to jiggle above him; she put one hand under his chin and lifted his face so that he could see them.
With a little cry, he lifted his face still more, taking one of her nipples in his mouth while his left hand fondled her other breast.
He didn't protest when she began to undress htm, nor did she stop until he was naked except for his socks. To her delight, his prick was somewhat larger than she had expected, and it was fully erect. Fondling it, she began to think how wonderful it would be to have it working inside her cunt with the boy thrusting above her, mounted on her in his first act of fucking.
He wouldn't be quite so reluctant as her husband, oh no! He would be panting with excitement, she would feel his sweat trickle into her body, and all these images which preoccupied her began to make her shudder with an overwhelming desire.
"Won't you take my panties off, Allan dear?" she whispered.
"You mean I can? Oh, gosh!" he blurted, staring at her with widened eyes.
"Of course I do," she smiled encouragingly. "Go ahead, darling."
She felt his trembling fingers draw the nylon sheath down slowly over her bottom and past her thighs. Then he let them drop till they festooned her pump shod feet, and when she stepped out of them, she spread her legs widely to let him see the first cunt he had ever seen exposed. His hand was eager as he explored that furry crevice, and she whispered to him, "That's it, darling, it's very sensitive there and girls like to be petted and loved there. Run your finger all around the lips. Oh, that's lovely! Now put it inside, just a little. Mmm, that's just lovely, Allan!"
His touches, amateurish though they were, filled her with a furious desire and she could wait no longer. "Now I want to take your cock right into my pussy, and show you how thrilling that can be for you," she exclaimed. Then, lying back on the couch, she drew her legs apart and raised her knees. He saw her pussy open and he shuddered furiously. "Don't be afraid, just move forward on your knees and put it into me slowly, darling. I'll help," she urged. Then she could feel the firm tip of his prick pressing against the lips for a moment, and then enter between them. It was heavenly! Locking her arms around him as he sank down atop her, she held him tightly for a moment and then raised her body to rub it against him.
She lay back and panted, "Now fuck me, shove it in and out but not too fast, try to make it last all you can and it will be so lovely for you, Allan!" He began to obey, gaining confidence at this total surrender. She felt her passions bubbling up inside of her, and suddenly she cried out in ecstasy as orgasm swept over her. He gasped and looked at her fearfully, afraid that he had hurt her. But after she had regained her breath, she whispered, "Oh, it's just wonderful. You made me so happy. You're such a man!" And she saw him smile and draw a deep breath at this testimonial to his young manhood.
To her amazement, he hadn't come, so she invited him. "Come, do it again, do it until you have the same sort of lovely feeling when it comes all out of you, Allan!" Now, because of his greater confidence, he was able to thrust deeply and vigorously like a true man, and before long he began to jerk and writhe and then cried out as she felt his spunk jet into her. She locked her arms and legs tightly round him, crushing him to her as she felt the torrent lash her womb.
After she had gone to the bathroom and come back, they talked for quite a while until she knew that she must have a repeat performance. Since he had shown more interest in her bottom than in any other portion of her anatomy except of course her cunt, Marcia knelt up on the couch with her full round bottomcheeks arched and her thighs widely spread.
"Play with me, darling, use your finger all over," she instructed.
A few minutes later, as she reached behind her, she felt that his cock was hard enough again to give her what she needed. "You can put it in from behind, just the way you are, you know," she told him. "Put your hands on my belly and move yourself up against my bottom, darling. That's it, now feel with your great big cock for my lovely little pussy!"
A few moments later, he had thrust into her, and his hands squeezed and rubbed her belly as he knelt up straight and began to fuck her again.
It was even more glorious this time, and Marcia kept crying out in passionate delight as she felt and heard his belly smack her thrusting bottomcheeks with each jab. She had her orgasm long before he did, and this time he wasn't afraid of her cries because he knew what they meant and felt proud at being able to draw them from her.
She felt him collapse against her as his body throbbed and his prick vibrated in the second jet, and she knew that their intimacy was over for the day.
Before they dressed, she told him what a great lover he was and how what he had done had given her more pleasure than she had ever known before. He went home very proud and confident, dreaming of their future meetings.
These future meetings were frequent, indeed. Hardly a day passed without Allan and Marcia making passionate love, as she taught him everything she knew, while he in turn proved to be an eager student. In a short time, Allan discovered every erogenous zone of her body and knew how to work her up to a furious passion. When he found that his prick couldn't become sufficiently hard to give her what she desired at certain times, he used his fingers and his lips and tongue till she cried out in her ecstasy.
And then one afternoon a harsh, cynical laugh from outside the bedroom door froze them both. As he glanced around in terror and felt his prick go limp inside Marcia's cunt, Allan stared into the mocking, flushed face of the husband who had slipped silently into the house and caught them both in the act of fucking.
"So now you're playing the kindergarten circuit, are you, Marcia?" he taunted his wife. Allan knelt up, his face flushed, but man enough to be willing to defend Marcia, even if it meant a beating for himself. But Marcia's husband had no intention of beating either one. He was content to revile them both and to taunt his wife on Allan's immaturity, the small size of his prick and what a comic view it was to see a naked full-grown woman and a boy lying together and trying to fuck.
Allan began to dress, his face burning with fury at these taunting insults. Marcia lay sobbing in shame on the bed and Allan knew how foolish he appeared, a boy acting like a man to give a husband a source for such obscene amusement.
He left the house and never saw Marcia again, nor did she make any attempt to find him. In due time, his shattering experience was forgotten, and his desire for pussy returned. She had taught him very well, indeed. However, finding another mature woman was dangerous, and he didn't want to take the risk of being discovered by a husband and mocked at again.
Allan was now fifteen and girls of his own age seemed to be the only proper solution. It wasn't long before his abilities in seduction sufficed to win a girl his own age. He took her behind a screen of bushes in the park out in the suburbs of Cleveland, undressed her and fingered and tongued and kissed her until she was practically swooning, and confidently stripped the panties away from her firm young body. Then his mouth sucked her cunt, and she eagerly straddled her thighs, whimpering in pain as his prick thrust through her cherry. Then she began to understand some of the joy of being a woman and she fucked back furiously.
This affair continued for a few months until the girl came to him and told him that she was pregnant. Shortly after that she disappeared from town, and he never saw her again.
Allan had a guilt feeling when he thought of the suffering he had caused the girl who had been so generous to him and yet who had to face the shame and pain of pregnancy alone. Hence he avoided girls for a while, jacking off with his hand and dreaming about older women as a kind of sublimation.
However, this was not too effective and so he began to go out with girls again. He was able to seduce a few, but their nervousness deprived him of the real pleasure he sought from women who were confident, self-assured as Marcia had been, and uninhibited in their passions. Finally, when he was sixteen, Allan quit high school, left home and went to New York. Here he found a job as a helper on a truck and spent most of his spare time in Greenwich Village. He soon discovered that there were many mature and older women who came regularly to this Bohemian area seeking young men who could give them what their business-minded jaded husbands couldn't.
So his first experience there was with a woman in her late forties, who took him to a swanky hotel, took off her mink, removed her specially designed corselette and offered her flabby body to him. She was hardly beautiful, as her bosom, belly, thighs and bottom were rather fatty, but her maturity was the stimulation which he needed.
He stripped hurriedly, his cock already erect. She knelt down, took his prick into her mouth. In her eagerness, she held back her desire to be fucked by him as she kept on sucking him until he finally spent into her mouth. After she had drained him, she began to whimper for satisfaction. Allan, knowing what he knew from Marcia's teaching, led her to the bed, made her he on her back, parted her thighs and gamahuched her until she had orgasmed. After she left the room, Allan found an envelope on top of his clothes, with two ten-dollar bills in it. So the next time a woman attempted to pick him up in Greenwich Village, he hinted he needed money to live. Again there was another exchange of money, and Allan had begun his career as a male prostitute. In time he moved away from this area and took an apartment on Park Avenue. By then he had established a string of wealthy dowagers so that he was earning more money than he could spend. As I write these lines, he is still a prostitute, but in spite of his relative wealth, he is far from happy-which of course is not surprising.
As a skillful lover, Allan perhaps could have been very happy in his relationships with women, but now he never will be. Sexual intercourse and its variations were his only talent. Once he had made a career of this, all enjoyment and spontaneity had vanished, and it became simply a livelihood.
Within the past six months, I personally know that Allan has begun to attempt homosexuality. He has taken both passive and active roles in Frenching, buggering, and he finds a degree of satisfaction, he tells me, that has been lacking in his relationships with women.
Yet at the same time, as is also inevitable, the pleasure he has from relations with men is counterbalanced by feelings of shame and guilt after each such experience.
Only a few months ago he came to me for treatment after he had tried to kill himself and failed. He is continuing treatment, but he has a kind of death wish, and I have the fatalistic feeling that one day he will achieve his ends before I can undo the results of his early seduction by the older woman.
We see that again Marcia's needs took paramount importance, and she did not know enough about her boy lover's psyche or the influence she would have upon him. Thus here again we see the danger of what the female seductress can do to a pliable and perhaps amoral youth.
CASE HISTORY
June A-, age 42
Jack age 13
Jack W. came from a large family in Erie, Pennsylvania, who were in the lower economic stratum of that city. When still a very young boy, he learned to earn money for himself by performing chores, like cutting grass and shoveling snow for residents of the more prosperous district about two miles from his house.
It was in this way he met June A., who at the age of forty-two was undergoing a drastic personality change. Perhaps it was the effect of the menopause-I do not know since at the time I had not met her. but the fact was that her children had grown up and left home, and her husband, who was a prominent attorney, was far too busy with his work to find time for normal sexual activity with her.
June had become aware of a sexual restlessness and disappointment, but she hadn't thought of doing anything specific about it. As a consequence, she devoted more and more of her time to reading and painting in watercolors in an attempt to take her mind off her feverish desire for sexual fulfillment.
One July afternoon she was undressing to take a shower, since she had spent hours painting in the garden and it had been a hot day. The boy had been mowing the spacious lawn and tending the flowers.
As she glanced in the mirror in front of her, June was startled to see a face peering into the opening where the drapes of her bedroom window failed to meet. At once she began to shiver with excitement. She knew that she wouldn't draw the drapes or let the boy know that she was in any way aware of his presence at the window.
As she had already removed her dress, she kept her back to the window as she slowly pushed her half-slip down her amply rounded hips and let it fall at her feet.
Because she had been at home all day, June hadn't worn a girdle. Bending down from the waist, she knew that he could see her round full bottomcheeks straining against the filmy nylon panties.
Then, smiling to herself, she began to slide the panties down. When her bare bottom had been half-exposed to his view, she jerked them up tight again, smoothed her hands over the gauzy material, and walked out of the room.
A moment later, she opened the back door of the house and called to the boy. Jack hurried to answer, and she saw a look of mingled excitement and nervousness on his face as she peered from behind the door. "Come in," she told him. He seemed even more nervous when he obeyed, and his eyes widened as he stared at her voluptuous figure and the scanty attire of brassiere and panties.
"I saw you peeping at me through the window, you naughty boy," she teased. "That's why I called you. You might just as well come inside and have a good look for yourself."
Jack's face reddened, and it was obvious that he was torn between the desire to stare at her and the urge to run. But before he could do anything, she took him by the hand and led him into her bedroom, where she carefully closed the drapes. "Have you ever seen a girl like this before, Jack?" she asked. When he shook his head, June began to guide his hands over the cups of her bra and then her pantie-sheathed bottom and finally over the tight crotch of them so that he could feel her cunt. Before long, she observed with delight, he had lost his nervousness.
While he stood between her straddled legs as she sat on the edge of the bed, she took off her bra and let him play with her naked titties. As his hands clutched them and fondled them eagerly, she unfastened his pants and pulled them and his shorts down. To her delight, his prick was fully erect. At first he called out, "Oh no-don't touch it-oh please, you mustn't, ma'am!" as her hand began to fondle it. But then he closed his eyes and shivered, and it was clear that he had begun to enjoy the touch of a woman's fingers on his throbbing prick.
When she was afraid that he might go off and spend in her hand, she let go of him, slid up and told him, "Kneel down and take my panties off."
As he drew her panties down below her pubic hair, she arched herself towards him and she watched his mouth gape in surprise and his eyes dilate with wonder.
Stepping out of the panties, she worked smoothly and efficiently as she stripped him stark naked. Then, telling him to kneel between her legs again, she fell back on the bed, parted her thighs, and put her fingers to her pussy lips and opened them.
Then, drawing him onto the bed with her, June pressed him down on the bed on his back and knelt astride him. Lowering herself, she felt her pussy rubbing his face and watched him squirm nervously under her, blushing violently. "I want you to put your mouth on my pussy, darling, and kiss me," she murmured. "Don't be afraid, I want you to. It'll be ever so nice, and I'll do something nice for you in return."
He began, nervously, but the mere sensation of a boy's lips on her eager cunt was heaven for her. Then she instructed him how to put his tongue into her pussy and to find her clitoris.
But even though she felt the surge of desire coming upon her, she couldn't wait any longer to feel his cock inside her. So she stretched out on the bed and told him, "Get over me and put your cock right where you kissed me, Jack!"
A few moments later, his stiff little tool was inside her cunt and he was arching up and down on her voluptuous, opulent body. Naturally, it being his first time and he so young, he spent very quickly and she was unable to come to orgasm.
When he rolled off her, she took one of her hands in his, drew it to her squirming cunt and began to rub his fingers against herself until she at last had release.
After that day, June often took the boy into her bedroom where both stripped naked for a lengthy orgy which included gamahuching, Frenching and once, to satisfy her own curiosity, buggering. She knelt on the bed while he stood behind her, and at her directions opened the cheeks of her behind, prodded his tool against her anus and pushed inside.
Four months after he had been thus initiated into the wonderful world of adult sex, Jack found himself alone and thwarted, because June and her husband went to Europe on an extended vacation.
During the first few weeks of that vacation, he masturbated frequently, but it gave him hardly the kind of satisfaction he wanted. And so, one evening, when fog and darkness fell over a vacant lot used as a short cut from the bus stop, Jack moved quickly from behind a bush and put his hand over the startled mouth of a twelve-year-old girl.
Dragging her down to the ground, he muttered, "I've got a knife, and I'll stick it into you if you make a sound!" A few moments later, the girl was kneeling in fear as he stripped off her panties and exposed her nubile milky bottomcheeks.
Remembering how he had enjoyed buggering June, he thrust his cock against her bottom until he finally forced an opening with his prick into her asshole. She cried out once, but he showed her his pocket knife and warned her he would use it.
Hence, terrified, the girl submitted. As he neared his climax, his hands gripped her belly and drew her silky bottom back against him as he spent deep into her bowels.
Cramming his limp prick back into his pants, he warned her to stay where she was for at least five minutes. A minute later, as he was running furiously away, he heard her cries. But this time he was lucky and escaped. When he read the story in the newspaper the next day, he discovered that he had found a new thrill.
There would be no more masturbation, Jack promised himself. From then on, he would find girls and take what he wanted from them. In the next month, he attacked three more times, and three girls were buggered. Only one of them reported her attack to the police, however.
Thus his confidence swelled, and Jack decided to look for bigger game. Trembling little girls had been fun, but now he wanted a mature woman kneeling in terror as she thrust out her big full bottomcheeks to him to be buggered.
He found this new victim in a shabby part of town as she got off a bus and began to walk along a path beside the railroad tracks. Hurrying past her, he took up his position behind a tree and waited for her to reach him in the darkness far from the nearest building.
She gasped when she saw his knife held in front of her face, but she made no sound when he threatened to kill her. A few moments later, she was holding her skirt up above her waist while he pulled the heavy girdle down her thighs to stare at her big bottom. Her behind was bigger than June's, even a little softer, as he squeezed and rubbed the cheeks for awhile before he ordered her to kneel down.
When she found out what he intended to do, she panted, "Oh don't, don't do it that way-oh please put it in my pussy, but not there!" Jack refused. Although the woman shivered with fear, she didn't resist, as he thrust his erect prick into her asshole and began to pump back and forth. He worked slowly, his belly rubbing against her big full bottomcheeks at the end of each thrust. By pacing himself, he prolonged the act for a long time before at last he thrust to the hilt inside her with a groan, and shot his spunk inside her.
His next victim was a Negress in her late thirties. She too was ripe of body, and the novelty of her arched, chocolate-brown bottom globes provided an additional facet of enjoyment. Before he stuck his prick into her, he opened the front of her dress, unfastened her bra, and exposed her big round firm titties. He toyed with them for a long time, pinching the nipples till they grew firm.
When she told him that he had her all excited and begged him to put it into her cunt instead of her asshole, Jack at last broke his rule. Feeling for her pussy with his hand, he found it warm and moist. He felt her body tremble as his fingers probed inside of her before he reached with his other hand to grab hold of his now aching prick and guided it to the proper path.
He was just beginning to thrust it in when the Negress turned and caught him completely by surprise. Her heavy hand thrashed against his face again and again, and by the time she stopped hitting him, he was barely conscious. Rolling him onto his back, she knelt on his arms, holding him helpless. He stared up at her big bottom as it began to descend toward him, and it stopped just as it was about to brush his face.
Then without warning, she urinated into his face. He heard her laugh and he closed his mouth much too late to avoid her excretion. It seemed endless.
Still laughing softly, she pressed her cunt against his face and rubbed. Moving a little, she pressed her asshole over his nose and threatened to suffocate him as she pressed down harder.
She got up at last, but she wasn't finished with him. Smiling, she pulled his pants and shorts down and began toying with his prick which had suddenly become limp. Showing him the knife she had taken away from him, she held his prick in one hand and threatened to cut it off if he didn't do just what she told him to do.
As he lay on his back, she began to jack him off.
Before long, his prick became hard and he felt his spunk dribble out. But even then she wasn't finished with him. Sweating over him, she began to defecate on his belly and cock. When she had finished, she used the tail of his shirt to wipe herself, then pulled his pants and shorts up. "So you like an asshole, boy?" she smirked. "Well that's what they're for. How do you like it this time?"
She put her foot on his belly and rubbed, and then walked quickly away, leaving him nauseated and horrified.
This atrociously unexpected experience kept him at home so that he made no more sexual forays. But in time his need grew again and he returned to his activities. This time he trapped a middle-aged woman and buggered her after he had taken precautions that she wouldn't again catch him off guard. After spending in her bowels, he remembered how the Negress had shamed him. He wanted revenge. So since he felt the need to piss, he moved back and sprayed his urine over her bottom while she sobbed and wept.
Four nights later, he struck again. This time as he tugged at the girdle of a middle-aged woman, she began to scream. He had struck her just once with his knife when he heard running footsteps. Leaving his knife sticking in her back, he broke and ran but was soon caught. The woman recovered from a minor flesh wound, and Jack was placed in an institution for disturbed juveniles.
He was released at the age of eighteen as apparently cured, and he was able to wait almost a month before he attempted forcible rape and sodomy again. The method of attack was exactly the same that he had used before. The police recognized it, and picked him up later that night at home. While he was held in custody in the local jail that night, Jack tore his shirt into strips, made a rope and hanged himself.
Once again we can see the danger of the seduction of a boy by a mature woman when she has no knowledge whatsoever of his character or mental outlook. The poverty of his home, the Spartan regimen of his life, had made him quell all sexual fantasies. June's sudden sexual generosity liberated him, it was true, but it also liberated all the dark urges and the hidden desires which he had been forced to suppress. It is true that she could not have known this. But she might have thought more carefully before seducing a boy so young from such an impoverished family where the feelings of guilt and fear and shame are the most prevalent when it comes to an outlook on sex.
CHAPTER FOUR
SADO-MASOCHISM IN YOUNG MALE CONQUESTS
There are, it is true, no simple areas in the entire spectrum of sexual behavior, particularly where fore-puberty and just-past puberty boys and girls are concerned, but the most confusing of all is certainly that involving sado-masochism. A simple spanking which parent or relative may administer as immediate and impulsive punishment for such a simple offense as, for example, a temper tantrum or perhaps a broken dish incurred while scuffling, may actually trigger a sexual response in the child so that long after the tears have passed and the bottom's sting has subsided into a not unpleasant tingle, a sexual awareness remains.
We know, to be sure, the classic illustration of Jean-Jacques Rousseau, the great French philosopher of the French Revolutionary era, who confessed in his memoirs that when his governess Mademoiselle Lambercier spanked him with her slipper, he had an erection and thereafter tried his best to get her to spank him again so that this delicious feeling of lustful submission could be repeated. That is precisely what we mean when we say that often the simple spanking may lead to far more complex ramifications.
It is also true that this sexual awareness may lie dormant for some years, only again to be brought to the surface by an incident well after puberty, or very often, at some time after maturity has been reached.
This is not to say that corporal punishment, or spanking, as we generally term it, is always destructive or dangerous; far from it. Most children who are spanked for naughtiness develop into perfectly normally adjusted adults who may or may not employ the very same methods of chastisement when it comes to their own children's misdeeds.
But what is generally not recognized, is that there are many instances where spankings which appear to be administered as direct punishment are really performed as a sexual act by a person who is motivated by a spanking fetish. This is why we understand that many parents hesitate to apply corporal punishment, perhaps because they are sophisticated enough in our sexually emancipated era to realize that they can have erotic arousal. A father who, for instance, turns his sixteen-year-old daughter over his lap, pulls up her skirt and pulls down her panties to administer a spanking for insolence or staying out well past curfew or even for drinking alcohol or experimenting with marijuana, may have the best motives in the world for trying to straighten her out and prevent her from making terrible social blunders. And yet the excitement that is certain to be aroused when he sees her naked bottom rub and wriggle under his hand, when he hears her tearful cries, when he has the aura of sensual submisssion even from his own flesh and blood, may have terrible dangers inherent for him as well as for the girl. Just so with a mother and her son, for both may become aroused thereby.
We also know that in Victorian England, there were many houses where men and women alike would pay a handsome fee to watch young boys and girls being spanked, caned or given the birch or a leather sole on their bare bottoms by a naked woman, or a woman clad in leather. This was a fetish. In such houses, such as Mrs. Theresa Berkeley's (she was the famous inventress of the "Berkeley horse" on which a girl could be stretched in many different lascivious positions for whipping), paying customers could themselves administer the whippings and follow up these whippings by sodomizing or ravishing the helpless young victims, or requesting the latter to perform frenching or gamahuching, on them, depending on whether they were men or women.
There were other establishments which catered entirely to the masochists who could find sexual fulfillment only after being whipped by a strong-armed woman until they shrieked for mercy and groveled at her feet.
With the passing of the years, many of these illicit and commercial houses passed from the scene, but this is not at all to say that human interest in this form of sexual stimulation has diminished. Quite the contrary; in today's times when books and magazines with copious and clinical illustrations are being disseminated throughout the land, there is today an even greater interest in sado-masochistic activities.
It is, according to some psychiatrists, the most popular perversion in this century. There are tabloid newspapers and magazines devoted entirely to the subject of whipping and spanking and corporal punishment, including correspondence columns through which persons having this interest may contact one another.
So it is no wonder then that many children become the unwilling victims of adults who actually are sexually roused by the strong urge to administer corporal punishment. The psychiatrists will tell you also that the one problem such sadists have in joining clubs is that those who are masochistic lend themselves eagerly as victims. But the sadist does not wish the victim to enjoy himself or herself. Even if he or she should be aroused in chastising the bared bottom of a willing adult who pretends reluctance at being spanked or flogged, one can only imagine how much more gratifying it would be for a sadist to have complete domination over a child so that he or she can at will, have the young bottom, see the tears of painful anticipation and the blushes of mortification, hear the entreaties and sobs and tears for mercy, while applying the hairbrush, the hand, the sole and the strap.
This nation has very high statistics in the court records of prosecutions for child beating. In almost every such case, the parent or relative concerned will testify that it was only corporal punishment as a chastisement for a sin committed by the child and was therefore justified, but the frequency with which convictions are registered indicate that the court is not convinced after it has witnessed the evidence.
From the victim's viewpoint, the actual pain of the spanking or whipping is only the beginning.
Greater harm ensues when the sexual manifestation of the punishment is such that the child cannot fail to perceive it. For an example, let us consider a male or female child lying over the lap of a male sadist and feeling an erect prick throbbing against the victim's bared belly. The child obviously must realize that something more than punishment is involved. Then there is another example of an adult who fondles and pats the naked bottom while spanking, orders the victim to assume various poses which will put his or her bottomcheeks into even lewder display, or who, between strokes or spanks, may even fondle the pussy of the girl or the prick of the boy undergoing punishment.
There is still another example concerning the woman who takes a boy over her lap for a spanking and who first raises her dress and slip so that he not only sees but lies over either her bare thighs or her tightly drawn sheer nylon hose. The proximity of his prick to her upper thighs is something that cannot escape him and will make a profound impression on an already impressionable mind.
If during the squirming and wriggling he displays while he is being punished, he achieves a hard-on or is otherwise erotically roused, it cannot be considered surprising if in later life he develops a penchant for spanking, whether it be as a spanker himself or again as the victim who yearns to be punished and to suffer.
You think this is far fetched? Then let me assure you that my own case-history files are overloaded with actual dossiers of adults who have sought my own psychiatric attention to cure the desire to spank or be spanked. And without any exception, my close questioning indicates that, in their childhood, they experienced instances of spanking which had overt sexual overtones.
To illustrate my point, let me give you a few of the many case histories in my files. Each will show you clearly how an early exposure to sexually orientated spankings implanted in the victim an unnatural and lascivious interest in the theme of corporal punishment. These will be restricted to instances involving a male child and a female adult, since this theme is in exact conformity with the main subject matter of this book.
CASE HISTORY
Corry T-
The successful industrialist, Corry T., aged thirty-eight, was referred to me by a marriage counselor. He had been separated from his wife and children (who were aged eight and six) for five months and divorce action was pending. When Corry T. came to see me, he was completely frank and he explained how his wife had caught him wearing a pair of her nylon panties while spanking their naked six-year-old son. He had a hard-on at the time, and she saw that as well.
After he had told me all the details of his adult life, I changed the course of my investigation back to his childhood to determine why he had sexual arousal in spanking his own children. It was not especially difficult to know where to search for the heart of the problem, since he admitted he had spanked his children since they turned the age of three and that, whenever his wife wasn't there, he would put on a pair of her panties. Then after the spanking had been administered, he would masturbate by rubbing his cock through the nylon while staring at the reddened buttocks of the girl or boy who lay sobbing on the bed.
His own first experience with spanking was when he was about six, when he was the only child of fairly well-to-do parents who had hired a governess to take care of him. At that age, the governess who had originally cared for him from birth left the employ of his parents and another woman was hired to replace her. Young Corry received his first spanking two days after she came upon the scene. Pointing out some flaw in his conduct, the woman took him to her room and lectured him long and harshly on his improprieties. After she had finished lecturing him, she stripped him naked, then, while he waited in terrible apprehension, she pulled her dress up to the waist, so that he was able to see the tops of her stockings, her bare thighs and her panties which concealed her cunt. Then, sitting on the bed, she pulled the naked boy onto her bare thighs and began to pat his behind lightly as she continued to scold him. Despite his fears, he became aware that she had positioned him so that his prick pressed against her right thigh just above her stocking.
Then she applied the first spank, and he felt her big hand cup the cheek of his bottom and hold onto it after the spank. She turned to the other cheek and the same thing happened. It was a lengthy but totally unhurried spanking. When it was over, he was obliged to lie on his stomach while the woman remained in the room. Through his tears, he became vaguely aware that his governess had removed her panties and was kneeling astride him.
Though he didn't understand at the time what she was doing, he later realized that while she patted his bottom with one hand, she inserted a finger to her cunt in the other and frigged herself until she had climaxed.
The woman spanked him frequently after that, and each time there was a similar ritual going far beyond the mere act of corporal discipline. During his third such spanking, Corry T. informed me, his governess wore only bra and panties, so that she was fascinated by the appearance of her opulently developed body in this brief attire.
The next few spankings involved the same degree of scanty attire for her and nakedness for him. It advanced a final step a week later when, before undressing him for the regular spanking, his governess stripped naked before him. And for the first time in his life, the young boy stared at her naked titties, bottomcheeks and the hairy slit of her cunt. After she had stripped him, she sat on the edge of the bed, her thighs yawningly apart, and had him kneel down between them to get a lecture.
While she scolded him, one of her fingers played inside her pussy. She began to breathe deeply, then pulled him up, forced him over her lap, and began to spank him harder than she ever had before. When she finished, she reached between their bodies and frigged herself off before releasing him.
He innocently solved his problem by telling his mother how the governess spanked him and what she did beside spanking his bare bottom. Horrified, his mother demanded more details from the woman herself, and later that evening he heard raised voices. When he awoke the next morning, the governess was gone.
There were no more spankings, and before long Corry naturally forgot about the woman who had subjected him to such pain and humiliation. For a number of years after that, his childhood was completely normal in every respect. However, one day, when he was about fourteen, he found himself alone in the house. Passing the maid's room, he noticed a pair of black nylon panties lying on her bed.
Acting entirely on impulse, he tiptoed into the room and picked them up. As he crushed them in his hands, he felt the softness of the material, and a shiver of voluptuous excitement stirred in his being. He hurried back to his room with them, stripped naked and put the panties on. They were an extremely tight fit, and he could see the shape of his erect prick clearly through the nylon.
Without planning it, he turned his back to the mirror, bent over a little and spanked himself. He liked the feeling and so he did it again. Looking back over his shoulder, he slowly slipped the panties down to expose his bottom. When he saw the faint pink flesh, he became more excited than ever, and began to spank his own bare bottom just as hard as he could.
While he spanked, he scolded himself for being naughty, and the voice he used was that of the maid. In his fantasy, he was lying over her lap and she wore only her panties, her body warm and smooth under him.
He spanked until his hand was tired and his bottomcheeks were bright red. Then, as passion seized him, he stopped and began to jack off. He wanted to keep the panties on and jack off by rubbing his prick through them. But because he was afraid the maid would find out what had happened to the garment, he didn't dare go that far. As his spunk shot across the floor of his room, Corry T. clutched one stinging bottomcheek with his other hand and felt the warmth. A few days later he slipped into the maid's room again and this time stole a pair of panties which he intended to keep. Once again he went through the ritual of spanking himself until both his bottomcheeks were a hot, angry red. Then, pulling the nylon panties up tight, he rubbed his prick through them until his punk gushed out. When he had a chance, he rinsed out the panties and hid them away for future use, and after that spanked himself at every opportunity.
His fantasies were alternated so that on one occasion he would be receiving a spanking from the maid, and on the other he himself would be spanking a naughty child. But invariably both sets of fantasies and spankings ended with his jacking off. Throughout the years of adolescent and young-male courtship, he tried to interest his girlfriends in spanking and being spanked, but none showed any interest. A few even thought he was depraved or "queer," so soon he stopped trying to introduce the subject in his contacts with them.
When he got married, he kept his penchant for spanking a secret from his young wife and they lived together quite happily. Often when he was alone, however, Corry T. would strip naked, take a pair of his wife's panties and repeat this childhood ritual of self-punishment and frigging off.
After his children were born, he encouraged his wife to spank them for naughtiness and showed her books which tried to prove that spanking was the best form of discipline in the uprearing of children.
Although he didn't spank the children himself, he made a point of being present when his wife did it. But soon, just watching wasn't enough; it was vital that he take a more active role.
And from the very first time that he spanked one of his own children, he discovered the thrill he had guessed would be there. While his wife was at home, he spanked them only mildly and was careful to make certain that she didn't notice how big a hard-on he got almost the moment he took the child over his lap. Later, he found as many opportunities as possible to spank his children when his wife was out. And in such spankings, he would strip naked, put on the nylon panties, and spank the boy or girl hard.
After the spanking, he would fondle the heated bare bottom while he masturbated in his panties. When his wife finally caught him, she threatened to report him to the police. As a compromise, he agreed to leave the house and not come back. It was at this point that the marriage counselor referred him to me for treatment.
His wife was quite understanding and agreed not to go ahead with the divorce proceedings, pending the outcome of treatment. For a while it seemed that understanding the reason for his problem would help Corry T. overcome it. After about a month, he returned home, having assured both his wife and me that he was a healthy normal man. Unhappily, just a week later his wife caught him jacking off again in nylon panties while fondling the freshly spanked buttocks of the girl.
They are divorced now, and Corry T. spends as much time as he can seeking for some mate who will share his interest in spanking. Thus we can see how the accidental and unfortunate entry of a sadistic and probably fetishistic governess into his house when he was only a six-year-old boy corrupted and diverted his entire life.
CASE HISTORY Carl L.
Carl L.'s parents firmly adhered to the theory of keeping their children shuttered from the influence of other children in the little Connecticut village where they lived. The result was that the boy spent most of his time playing with his sister and female cousin, both of whom were about six years older than himself.
Inevitably, one of the girls' favorite games was playing house. Occasionally they would let him play the role of the father, but almost invariably he was called upon to play the baby. Carl resented the role, but he found that if he wanted to play with them, he had to accept it. When he was only four and his sister and cousin ten, they decided that from time to time the baby should be spanked. Carl angrily protested, but when they offered to take off their bloomers and let him look at their pussies and play with them, he readily agreed. The unused barn behind the house provided an ideal locale for their games. Almost daily, Carl would have his pants taken down by one or both of the girls, and would then go over the lap of the "mother" of the moment to have his bare behind spanked.
The two girls never spanked him very hard, but they always scolded in a motherly way. After the spanking, both girls would fondle his cock and balls, and then when he indignantly demanded his rights, would raise their skirts and allow him to take down their bloomers.
He was only moderately interested in their pussies, which of course were tiny and undeveloped, but he never tired of watching and rubbing their chubby little bottoms. What he liked best was to rub his face against the satiny cheeks of their behinds and even learned to kiss the tempting globes. In time, as the girls grew older and developed other friends and interests, this game of house was quite forgotten. But the impressionable boy retained the memory, as we shall see.
One day, when Carl was about fourteen, he went to call for his boyfriend to come out and play. As he walked toward the back door of his friend's house, he suddenly pricked up his ears when he heard the distinct sound of slapping, the characteristic sound of a hand making impact on bare flesh. As he told me recently, he could still recall clearly the feeling of excitement which swept over him as he halted beside the bedroom window from which the sound was coming. He heard the crying and pleading of his friend's twelve-year-old sister and he would have given anything, he told me, to see her being spanked on her naked behind.
Growing bolder because of the desire which seized him, he finally moved closer to the window and peeked around the side of the curtain. And there, in the bedroom, the mother sat on the edge of the bed with the girl lying kicking and squirming across the maternal lap. The girl's skirts were tossed high over her back, her panties were rumpled down around her knees, and her mother's hand fell again and again all over the plump bare bottomcheeks which by now were a brilliant red shade and bouncing and jiggling wildly over the impact of the spanks.
Disregarding the danger he ran of being caught, Carl stayed at the window, all agog till the spanking ended and the girl was allowed to pull up her panties and weepingly leave the room. Then he walked around to the back door, and, after a brief pause was about to knock on it when it opened, and the mother looked at him with a strange expression. She told him that Harry, his friend, was away at the time but that he should come in and wait. A moment later, the woman sent her still tearful daughter to the store, a trip which would take at least an hour because the store was at the far end of this little Connecticut village.
No sooner was the boy alone in the house with the woman than the latter confronted him with the accusation that he had been listening outside the window while she spanked her daughter Phyllis, and he shamefacedly admitted this was so.
"Tell me now, I'll bet you did more than listen, young man," the mothr said severely. "I'll bet you looked into the room and watched Phyllis getting her bottom tanned, didn't you?"
When he nodded, getting redder than ever, she said with a curious smile, "Well, you seem extremely interested in spanking, young man. Perhaps I ought to take you into the bedroom and give you a good one."
Carl told me that to his own surprise as well as the woman's he suddenly blurted out, "Yes, please!" Before he could change his mind, Harry's mother was leading him to the very room where she had just spanked Phyllis. In complete control of the situation, she sat down on the bed and began to unfasten his pants. When they dropped to his feet, she began to lower his shorts. His face burned with embarrassment at the thought that she would see his cock and balls, but his excitement was now such that nothing mattered than soon he would be lying over her lap, exactly as Phyllis had been, receiving a good sound spanking on his naked bottom.
The woman paused for a moment as she saw the size of his hard-on. Then, touching it lightly with one hand, she drew him down over her lap. Scolding him in a warm voice that was little more than a whisper, she patted his behind lightly for a little while, and then suddenly delivered a stinging slap. Once she had begun, she spanked with increasing fury, and Carl was soon crying and kicking his feet as his behind seemed on fire. Yet, as he told me, "I didn't want her to stop, ever!"
When she finally did, she stood him between her legs, holding him with one hand and rubbing his burning bottom as she talked to him. In answer to her questions, he told her about the game he used to play as a child and how he had never actually been thoroughly spanked. When he got to the part of how the girls would reward him for taking his spanking, Harry's mother laughed and then stood up in front of him. She slowly turned her back, lifted the hem of her skirt and slip and lofted them above the waistband of her panties. Smiling over her shoulder she said to him, "Well, since I spanked you, you may as well collect your reward this time too, Carl dear."
Nervously, Carl pulled down her panties and stared in awe at the magnificence of the mature, naked quivering bottom. Then quickly he began to rub his face against the ripe cheeks, covering them with kisses. As he kissed, the woman bent a little more, and with one hand opened up the globes of her behind. Carl guessed what she wanted, and his next kiss was applied to her asshole. As she wriggled with passion, he kissed even more ardently. Just about that time, as he told me, they heard Harry coming into the house and the mother quickly replaced her clothes. She whispered to him, "On Saturday morning I'll send Harry and Phyllis away on an errand that will keep them away until well past lunch time. And if you want another spanking and want to see me all bare-naked, you come here about nine o'clock!"
Carl counted every minute of the two days that remained until Saturday, and he got up very early. Hurrying toward the house, he stopped short of it and hid behind a clump of trees until he saw the boy and girl leave. The moment they were out of sight, he knocked on the door and the smiling j woman welcomed him. They went at once into the bedroom where she removed her dress and slip. Under it, she wore a brassiere, panties, garterbelt and silk stockings, and Carl began to tremble at the sight of her.
Without wasting any time, Harry's mother turned on a stern look and said, "You've been a very naughty boy, and you're going to get a good sound spanking on your bare behind. Now take your shirt off and come to me!"
As he did so, she continued to scold him and then took down his pants herself, waiting for him to step out of them before she pulled down his shorts as well. When she did this his stiff prick jiggled excitedly. She took it in her hand boldly and caressed it in a gentle frigging motion. He said to me, "You know, she used the pad of her thumb just above my scrotum, and moved it back and forth up to the tip, over the lips, and then back again, and even down over my balls. It made my cock throb like anything."
As she saw the tears in his eyes, the woman sensed that he was just dying to receive a spanking, so she ordered him to lie down over her thighs "with your naughty bare ass up so I can spank it good and hard till you learn your lesson, Carl!"
Carl obeyed quickly. Though he was already sobbing and pleading with her not to spank him, they both knew that he wanted it more than anything else in the world. Again her palm began to land solidly on his naked seat, and as he writhed, his erect prick rubbed against her bare thigh. She kept spanking till both his bottomcheeks were a beet red, and between spanks she scolded and kept reminding him of the color of his bottom: "And how do you like that, you naughty boy? And that-and that one too! I'm going to spank that bare ass of yours until it catches fire ... take that and that! My, Carl, you should see how red your big ass is ... but it's going to be even redder before I'm finished with you. You're going to get spanked as you never have before. Every inch of your bare ass is going to be flaming red, and this is going to help it, and this one too!"
When the lengthy spanking and monologue had ended, Harry's mother had him stand between her legs. As he watched, she unhooked the catch of her bra and let it fall to the floor. His eyes widened as he stared at the fully developed titties with their dark, stiff nipples. A moment later, she was rubbing his inflamed behind with both hands as he sucked each nipple in turn, gasping as he felt them harden and throb in his mouth.
"Now you can take my panties off, right off, and then you know what to do," she whispered. He didn't need a second invitation. He lowered her panties and then began to caress and kiss her behind.
This time, however, Harry's mother knelt on the bed with her bottom arched up towards him. Without waiting for her to do so, he put his hands to the globes, yawned them apart, then pressed his mouth against her asshole. As he kissed it, he felt her shuddering with an excitement that matched his own, and heard her moans of passion which he instinctively understood. At last she pulled herself away from him and turned over on the bed onto her back. "Kiss me here, Carl," she panted as she put thumb and forefinger to her pussy and parted the lips, "lick me until I come! Lick my pussy good and hard or I'll give you another spanking!"
Pressing her face between her parted creamy thighs, Carl began to mouth her cunt. He wanted to bury himself, he explained to me, into the sweet warmth with that strange, tangy odor. Before long, her thighs were rubbing his face excitedly and she was coming towards the point of love-gush. After she had caught her breath when the climax was over, she explained it all to him.
"Do you want to fuck me now, darling?" she asked. As he told me, he didn't really understand what she meant by that term, till she explained it to him. "Come Ue on top of me and I'll help you. You put your prick into my cunt, darling, just where you've kissed, and then you push it in and out until we both come. Now do it, and I'll help you," she explained.
As he mounted over her, he reached under her to clutch her bottomcheeks, squeezing them deliciously. By accident one of his fingers crept into her asshole, and she began to wriggle and groan in a way that made it even more exciting for him. All too soon, he felt himself spurting into her cunt, and collapsed on her as she held him and whispered, "That was lovely, oh how nicely you fucked me, you wicked boy! I'm going to have to spank you harder the next time so you can fuck me even longer, dear."
Later, Harry's mother and he talked of the many exciting things men and women could do together, and she planned to have him come every Saturday morning. These meetings went on for more than four years, Carl told me, until her husband found a better job in Schenectady, and so she was obliged to move and leave him for good.
But of course by then Carl's tastes had been fully developed, and his natural reaction was to find a girl who could satisfy him. Soon he found one that was willing to give all that she had, and she was not only lovely but also uninhibited. But when he asked her to spank him, she laughed and said, "Oh for heaven's sake, Carl, stop all that nonsense and just fuck me before I get angry with you!"
To his dismay, he felt his prick growing limp. He fumbled a little, rubbed himself against her, but the girl pulled up her panties and started off in disgust, saying, "I never want to see a queer like you again!"
He made other attempts with other girls after that, but it invariably had the same result. The girl would be horrified at the suggestion or she would simply giggle and give him a few light taps on the bottom, but that wasn't enough, hardly enough to give him a hard-on. When he began to earn money on a job, he was going to the nearest city each time he could afford it and hire a whore after he had first explained to her what he needed and become certain that she would give him a good sound spanking. Of course, after the spanking, he was able to maintain a tremendous hard-on and could fuck gloriously.
Each time he had relief in this way, Carl found a temporary enjoyment. But after it passed, the feeling of guilt and shame of consorting with a whore came over him and his confidence began to wane even more. What Carl really wanted was a wife who would understand his needs and take care of them.
Finally, on his next trip to the city, he found a whore in her early forties who, after the shock of hearing him propose marriage, decided it was exactly the kind of insurance she needed. They discussed it at length and were married a month later. Carl and his wife went to live in a town of New Jersey where they were not known, and at last Carl decided he had worked everything out to perfection. But that perfection lasted less than seven weeks. By then, his wife had begun to take advantage of the situation. Besides working at his regular job, Carl came home to find himself doing the housework as well. Since she relished the dominant role, the woman would thrash him more frequently and even more severely than he wanted. Instead of a simple handspanking, she assembled a collection of paddles, straps and switches, and she took pleasure in making him dance in agony as she whipped him around the house until he gamahuched her.
Only rarely did she permit him to fuck her. Usually after she had her come when he gamahuched her, she would pick up a switch and lash him while she ordered him to jack off in front of her.
Less than a year after this marriage, Carl drove his car into a viaduct, and the report of the coroner was accidental death. Having consulted with him a few years prior to that tragic accident, I shall never be convinced that it was anything but suicide. My belief is that the car didn't go out of control at all, as the coroner's report stated, and that the accident was either conscious or subconscious suicide. My feeling is that poor Carl had a death wish because he discovered that even after he had achieved what he believed to be a dream-fulfillment, it fell far short of his ecstatic hopes. Thus we see that the female seductress-Harry's mother-warped him for natural intercourse by being more interested in her own spanking fetish than realizing it could boomerang and cause one in his own psyche which would render him impotent unless spanking was always a natural and associative part of fucking. This is what they call a pathological fetish, and its dangers are readily apparent when we understand the tragedy of Carl L.
CASE HISTORY
George C
George C. was only fifteen when he discovered the excitement of spanking. He was playing in the attic of his home in Springfield, Illinois one afternoon when he happened to look out through the small triangular window. Through the bedroom window opposite, he heard the sound of a scolding voice.
Looking closely through the dusty pane, he saw Marcella, the thirteen-year-old girl who lived next door, standing in front of her father with her head bowed and an expression of anguish and suffering on her face.
With a shudder of excitement, the boy saw the girl begin to undress. His heart began to pound wildly as she continued to take off her clothes until she stood absolutely naked in front of the father, and George just couldn't believe his good fortune.
Seconds later, he saw the father seize the girl by the elbow, drag her across his lap, put his left arm around her waist, and tuck her in closely to him, rubbing his right palm over her shrinking bare milky bottomcheeks, and then begin to spank her.
The sound of the sharp spanks and the girl's cries came through the windows clearly, especially after George raised his an inch or two. As he looked through the crack, he saw the redness of her naked bottom and thrilled at the sight of her squirming, kicking, and weaving as the father went on spanking and scolding. Finally, the punishment ended, and Marcella picked up her clothes and stumbled out of the room, her reddened naked bottomcheeks jiggling with every step.
George was just about to turn away from the window when he suddenly stood petrified at what he saw. The father was standing and had taken out his prick which was far more erect and bigger than George had ever seen or imagined, even more so than his own.
While he watched, the man began to jack off. Quickly, George took his own stiffened prick out and began to imitate the father. George saw the man give his prick a final squeeze and then watched as the white, viscous spunk shot across the room. A moment later, the boy also ejaculated, but as usual he put his left hand over his cock to catch it so as not to make a mess.
He had, as we know, initiated himself in the thrill of onanism long before. Later, he tried to understand what had happened. Though he himself had never been spanked, he understood that many children were and that they considered it a rather inevitable although painful method of punishment.
But all this had been changed for him in this one sudden and unexpected vision he had seen. There was something in the way about Marcella's father's forcing her to strip naked and the look of excitement on the man's face as he had spanked her.
And then too, after Marcella had left the room, the father had taken out his prick and it was very hard. George reasoned that spanking the girl had made it that way for the man. Hence, from that moment forth, the boy looked on spanking not as a form of punishment, but as something extremely exciting. And he made up his mind that before long, he would find a chance to try to spank a girl and learn for himself the mystic pleasures attendant on this unusual game.
A few days later, with the urge to spank a girl still strong in his mind, George watched his own fourteen-year-old sister Alice and Marcella vanish into his sister's room as they so often did.
Previously, he had been only mildly curious about what they did there when his parents were out of the house. But now a look of excitement came over his face as he realized that what they were doing could give him just the excuse he needed to spank a girl.
Hurrying outside to call to Alice that he would be gone for an hour or two, George scrambled around to the back of the house and quickly and noiselessly climbed a tree near his sister's window. The blind had been drawn, but not all the way.
Through the opening under it, he saw a writhing mass of naked flesh on the bed, as the two girls were beginning to play lesbian games. He didn't wait to see anymore, but got down from the tree and crept quietly back into the house.
Since he wore gym shoes, he was able to tiptoe silently to his sister's door and to push it open without making a sound. He caught Marcella and Alice naked in the act. Marcella had her hand between Alice's bare thighs, while Alice was cupping Marcella's titties in both hands; the two girls were kissing ardently.
"Well now, you two, this is real nice," he told them as they shrank back on the bed and uttered a cry of shame. "You'll really have some explaining to do when I tell dad and mom and Marcella's father what I found you doing!"
"Oh no, you wouldn't!" Alice wailed.
"I sure would. And you, Marcella, it wasn't long ago that you got a real tanning from your father, and I saw, yes I did, from the attic window. I saw you had to take off all your clothes and go over your father's lap, and I saw how you got your big bottom smacked until it was awfully red and how you cried and carried on so."
"Oh, you nasty horrid boy, you're just too mean for anything!" Marcella wailed, one arm huddling over her titties, the other palm clapped over her pussy as she drew her knees up to her young breasts and tried to make herself small and invisible on the bed.
"That may be so, and sticks and stones may hurt my bones but names won't hurt me at all. But you two are going to get a real thrashing, you watch and see," he jeered.
Both embarrassed naked girls begged and pleaded with him until at last George triumphantly said, "All right, maybe I won't tell. But you can't get away with this without getting punished, and you know it. So if each one of you will let me spank you on the bare behind, I'll keep my mouth shut, and that's a promise."
There was a storm of protest, but before very long, seeing that he meant exactly what he said, and dreading a parental spanking far more than what he could do to them, Alice was first to volunteer. Stark naked, she lay across his lap with her bare pink-skinned seat upturned, his left arm against her bare waist and his right hand coming down hard on her plump round bottomcheeks. And in spite of her crying and kicking, he spanked until both of the cheeks were a vivid pink.
Marcella was next and she submitted almost without protest or complaint. She had tasted not only her father's hand but also his belt and she knew that George's hand wasn't going to hurt her that much. However, before the boy finished, Marcella was crying quite satisfactorily, as far as he was concerned.
After he had finished the spanking and left the room, George went into the bathroom, his stiff prick in his right hand, and was beginning to jack off when he heard a knock at the door. Alice called to him.
Sticking his prick back into his pants, he opened the door and looked into the faces of two naked and very confident-looking girls. They had just compared notes and come up with a plan to get revenge. For one thing they would tell about how he had peeked while Marcella was being spanked by her father. In addition to that, they would both swear that George had put his hand up Marcella's skirt and tried to pull her panties down. Then it would be he who would be spanked.
Realizing that the testimony of two would outnumber his own and that Alice was a very convincing liar who had got away with a great deal in the past, George saw no choice but to let them spank him.
They led him back into the bedroom, and in a matter of minutes, he was naked. One of them fondled him and felt his prick and balls, giggling about what they found, and discussing it. Alice took him over her lap for the first spanking, and though it hurt more than he expected, George felt a strange sense of excitement even while the tears rolled down his face.
When it was Marcella's turn, she spanked him even harder, and George really cried out this time. But just as the smacks stung more than during Alice's punishment, his erotic arousal was even greater.
Marcella at last allowed him to get up, and then both girls stared at his hard-on. Then they began to discuss how a boy differed from a girl, and before long they were frigging themselves with their fingers and then frigging each other, while George watched with his mouth agape.
When they finished, each girl took turns jacking off his prick until finally, with Marcella holding it, he spurted, his semen spattering on his sister's titties and belly.
It was soon time for George's parents to come back home, so all three got dressed. In the days that followed, George tried to interest both girls in a return performance, but they both refused. They had satisfied their curiosity and they saw nothing pleasant about the idea of spanking or being spanked.
But this fetish had its indelible imprint on George's mind and he just had to be spanked again. Ideally, it ought to be a mature woman who would do it to him if only he could find some way to arrange it.
By the time summer vacation arrived, he was still burning with a desire to be spanked, but the outlook for it was more bleak than ever. His parents had decided that he would spend the summer on the farm owned by their friends. He believed that if he couldn't find anyone in town to spank him, there was even less chance of finding someone at an isolated farm where no one except those friends knew him at all. So he left for his vacation with a very heavy heart.
But a few days after his arrival, his joy knew no bounds as the woman of the house, whom he called Aunt Nellie, concluded a scolding of her eleven-year-old daughter Joyce by dragging her roughly by the wrist into her bedroom.
A few moments later, George heard the clear distinct sounds of a hand spanking a bare girlish bottom. At once he got a hard-on. Since his friend Tom and the boy's father were out finishing the chores, there was no one to disturb George's enjoyment of what was going on.
He tiptoed to the bedroom and listened. There was a small crack in the hinge side of the door which allowed him a narrow view of the bedroom. Through it, he could see Joyce kicking her legs, but he couldn't quite see her bottom nor could he see the hand coming down on it.
He was so absorbed in this punishment that he almost forgot to move away when it ended. Hearing footsteps, he rushed back into the kitchen just a few moments ahead of Aunt Nellie and hoped that she hadn't caught him peeking.
He still had a hard-on, so he kept his hands in front of him and hoped that the strange look his aunt was giving him was merely in his imagination. Feeling the surge of excitement in his cock, he thought how horrified the woman would be if she knew how it had come about.
"Haven't you ever been spanked, George?" she asked in a very quiet and strange voice.
"No," he answered quickly. He wanted to say more. He wanted to tell about his interest, but he didn't know how.
"You seem extremely interested in it," she pursued.
"Tell me what it's like," he blurted, and at once blushed at the enormity and audacity of what he had just said.
Her voice grew calmer now, and softer, and she described in detail how she had removed Joyce's clothes to expose the girl's bottom, draped her across her lap and spanked until both cheeks of that lovely bottom were a vivid red.
"It really stings a lot, you know," she went on. "Doesn't that frighten you, George?"
"I-I don't know," he lamely replied.
The others returned to the house so the subject was dropped. George had a great deal of trouble getting to sleep that night, so much so that he wasn't able to find repose until he jacked off while he tried to imagine the sounds of the spanking he had heard earlier.
The next morning after breakfast, Aunt Nellie asked if she could have George do some chores around the house in the morning. The husband agreed, and took the boy Tom out into the fields with him.
George sensed that something was going to happen, but he didn't yet dare to believe that his dream was about to be realized. But when Joyce was sent over to the next farm to play with her girlfriend and stay there for lunch, he really began to feel excited. Either that or Aunt Nellie was going to give him the dickens for being so interested in Joyce's spanking.
But as soon as they were alone together, the woman took him by the arm. There was a strange expression on her face as she began to walk him into her bedroom.
"Now then, George," she said as she sat down on the edge of the bed, "we might just as well get down to business."
He couldn't control his trembling, and he didn't even try. Her soft hand was against his waist, drawing him even closer to her as she sat.
A few minutes later, he felt her unbuckling his belt and dragging down the zipper of his pants. They fell to his feet, and his stiff prick poked at the front of his shorts. A moment later, his prick was liberated as the woman tugged down his shorts and began to rub his asscheeks with a light, exciting and very rapid movement.
"I'm going to turn you over my lap now, George," she said in the same strange husky voice, "and give you a hard spanking on your naked ass. It's going to burn and make you cry. Are you afraid? Tell me!" As she spoke, both her hands cupped and squeezed his naked cheeks.
"Oh yes!" he almost sobbed. It was what he had longed for and yet now that it was about to happen, he really was afraid.
"That's good," she laughed softly. "A boy ought to be afraid when he's about to be turned over a woman's lap for a naked-ass spanking."
With this, she released her hold on him, arched herself up on the bed, and jerked her dress high above her thighs. As he glanced down, George saw long shapely thighs with the tabs of a garter belt holding her nylon hose taut in an unwrinkled caress.
Then her hands lowered him across her thighs, and he shivered as he felt her bare thighs against his naked belly. She adjusted him so that the tip of his prick rubbed against one thigh, his bottom well arched up to her right.
Then, wrapping her left arm around his waist, she patted his bare behind a few times, then raised her hand high. It came down in a stinging spank which drew a little gasp from him. Even as he felt the warmth creep through his behind, her hand came down again.
The long-awaited spanking was underway, and there was no turning back. As Joyce's mother spanked him with the same measured cadence, he could hear the deep breathing above the sounds of his own sobs and groans and cries. And under him, he could feel the warm, naked woman flesh and the soft nylon as he wriggled under the stinging spanks, his belly and prick rubbing and sending more hot flashes through him than the spanking itself was doing.
Finally, it was over. Her hand rubbed and comforted his flaming bottom, pressing him even more tightly against her body. He went on sobbing awhile, but even while he sobbed, George knew that he had just experienced the greatest ecstasy of his young life. He loved the spanking; he would want it repeated again and again and again.
Yes, he told himself, he would be glad if she'd decide to spank him all over again. He looked up at her and smiled through tear-blurred eyes, and she gave him a strange smile and murmured, "I knew that you were enjoying it. And I know also that you're going to enjoy spanking me on my bare behind."
He uttered a gasp, his body stiffening as he realized what she had just said. The thought of spanking the bare bottom of a fully grown woman was something he hadn't even dreamed of. But it was to be much more than a daydream.
When she stood him on his feet, she rose before him, her eyes humid and misty, slowly lifting her dress up to her thighs. This time, in addition to her nylon-sheathed legs, he saw filmy white nylon panties, snug around her behind, tight against her cunt.
"Well, George, are you going to spank me or are you afraid to look at a woman's bare behind?" she taunted.
With trembling hands, he began to pull down her panties. His movements were awkward, but he at last managed to drop them to her knees. Then, remembering how she had done with him, he sat down on the edge of the bed, drew her slowly over his naked lap, adjusting her. As she moved her body, the smoothness of her naked flesh rubbed over the heat of his prick and caused him to shudder with new waves of lust.
Her lush white milky bottom was uparched in lascivious invitation. Raising his right land, he slapped one cheek and felt an exciting shudder in that long satiny flesh yielding to his hand.
His hand came down on the other cheek, and he heard her sob, and it was more in passion than in pain. The faint pink flush on her naked white skin grew in intensity as he spanked with growing confidence while she bucked and twisted and wriggled over his lap, the movements of her body, making his hard-on almost intolerable.
Then there was a break in the pattern of her crying after a little while, and it took a few moments before George could make out what she was saying.
"N-now ... now. Give it to me, George!"
It was too much. Vaguely, he knew what she meant, but it was something he had never thought about or experienced. Yet, the words that came incoherently and sobbingly out of her panting mouth made him shudder with excitement.
She slid off his lap, and then they tumbled onto the bed together. Her legs yawned wide apart, and he stared at the furry, moist cunthole. Her arms tugged him impatiently, until at last he found himself lying between her straddled thighs, her hand guiding the stiff, aching manhood of him towards her moist snatch.
Then he was inside of her; his prick was enveloped in the tight warmth. Just as soon as he began to move himself backwards and forwards, Aunt Nellie wrapped her arms around him, arched her body up on the bed and moaned and sobbed as she had her come.
He instinctively pressed himself against her and waited until the storm subsided. He felt her body rock with passion, felt the muscles of her cuntwalls grip his deliciously trapped prick, and then felt the soft juice of her come laving his aching tool.
When her breathing became reasonably normal, he drew his prick almost all the way out, then pushed it back slowly and evenly, until their bellies rubbed together.
As passion maddened him, he began to lose control and knew that he was about to spurt. Digging in feverishly, he drove in to the hilt in a single last final thrust and felt himself burst into her in what felt like torrents.
Collapsing on the woman, he was still resting, his breath coming in great gasps, when the door was pushed open and he heard the husband begin to shout.
What followed was a kind of blackout in George's mind, as he later told me. There was a long walk across the yard to the barn. There he and Aunt Nellie were tied belly to belly, facing each other, their wrists tied over their heads to a heavy beam.
For a long time, they were left alone there together while they waited for the man to take his revenge. Each tried to comfort the other, but their words faultered and then trailed off; and they swayed there, groaning, concentrating only on their own individual fears of what was to follow.
When the husband returned, more than an hour later, he was drunk, and there was a piece of leather harness strap dangling from his right hand. He began to curse vilely, and then to lash both of them with the strap.
Although he screamed in pain, George was stunned to realize that his prick had become hard again under the painful thrashing. Despite the fact that his cheeks were raw from the whipping, he was more aware of the delicious sensations as his prick rubbed against the belly and the pussyfur of the woman to whom he was tied.
Just before the lashing ended and the man stumbled out of the barn, George felt his entire body stiffen, then explode as his spunk splattered against Aunt Nellie's loins and belly.
When he was finally untied, he had learned that pain and pleasure were inseparable. Yet despite that cruel experience, George remained at the farm for the rest of the summer. Even though the husband kept a close watch on his wife, the boy and the woman managed a few more delicious sessions of spanking and fucking in the woods far from the barn. Twice more they were discovered, and twice more George was tied up in the barn and whipped. The first time, he maintained a hard-on throughout his lashing, and jacked off as soon as he was alone. The second time, he actually spurted his essence while the man was thrashing him.
What, you may ask, causes such a reaction in a boy of this tender age who is so singularly initiated into sexual activity? There is no set answer. However, since I know exactly what has happened to George who is now twenty-eight years of age, I may be able to clarify the questions you have about him.
As he grew, the urge to be whipped grew with him. After he had finished high school, he went to work. Through the correspondence columns of specialized tabloid papers, he began to write letters to others who shared his interest in the joys of whipping and spanking. When he was twenty-five, he married a woman twenty-three years old whom he met during a meeting of a spanking club at a country cottage during a weekend orgy. He and his wife are now active participants and they spend their spare time traveling to various cities all over the United States where they meet people whom they first became acquainted with through correspondence.
You may ask what the future holds for them. I cannot hazard a guess. At present they seem ideally happy, but theirs is not exactly the type of secure marriage which seems destined to last despite all adversities. Marriage requires strong bonds of love and compassion; theirs seems to be held together by their communal interest in pain, suffering and the sensual and sexual aspects of corporal punishment. Such a marriage can dissolve tomorrow, or, singularly, it can last indefinitely.
But at best, George, thanks to his introduction into sex with pain, has been channeled into a path which is insecure and mysteriously complicated, and where he will find few of the compensations that are to be procured in the conventional marriage which has home, children and a stake in the community as the ultimate goal.
Decidedly, he has been warped so that he cannot have sexual intercourse without the ecstasy of the whip, either giving or receiving it. This is an extremely rare case, for usually one is a sadist or a masochist, but not both. Yet George's conditioning, as we have seen, included both the active and the passive roles. Perhaps because of this, so long as he can find gratification with his wife, the marriage may last. If it should fail, we can point back to his early initiation and say that his emotional instability-which of course could not be calculated at that time-was what destroyed him.
CHAPTER FIVE
THE EFFECT OF INCEST
Incest has a particularly ugly connotation in our society. When we think of it, we conjure up the idea of sexual relations within an immediate tamily unit. For instance, between father and daughter, mother and son, sister and brother. The accuracy of this definition is a matter of religious orientation rather than a medico-legal one. Incest is one of the strictest of our taboos, but if we were to study ancient history, we should discover that it had a more economic than moral motivation. For example, in the early era before civilization as we know it, tribes who tried to protect themselves against the wild beasts and enemy tribes, attempted to gain strength by alliances with their friendlier neighbors. In order to achieve this liaison, it was necessary for them to offer the young men of the other tribe the most attractive young females. If, as often happened, the father or patriarch of this tribe should have sexual relations with his own daughters, they would be of no interest to the young men of the other tribe, having been damaged and used. Thus it was that the young men and the elders ordained that incest should be punishable, sometimes by death or by banishment outside the tribe, which was equivalent to death in those prehistoric times.
But for the purpose of this chapter of this book, we shall accept the general definition of incest as pertaining to fucking that takes place between members of related family units.
When adult females seduce boys, we understand the motivation. However, when there is a blood relationship, or even one through marriage, then the connotation which adds incest to the seduction has an even more tremendous psychological effect, as we shall see by some of the cases from my own practice.
There can be no doubt that relatives and near kin have the greatest opportunity of seducing young males and females, since they have constant access to them, are accepted without question, and are at once on a more intimate plane than a stranger, teacher or governess might be. A son is brought up to revere his mother, to look upon her as the epitome of womanhood. The aunt who becomes both friend and relative is equally adored by the young boy.
A study of court records of the largest cities in the United States reveals that incest is a prevalent and recurrent crime-for such it is defined by the court. Most of these incestuous cases involve male adults who force nieces, cousins or daughters to fuck them. But most people do not think that adult females seduce young male relatives, and so are not conscious of the incestuous cases which often arise. My file of cases in which I have been called to consult or have been the chief psychiatrist indicates very clearly that there may be even more of this type of pairing than between the adult male and the female child.
There is a readily obvious reason, to begin with, why seduction by the female of the young male is not quite so well known and publicized. When a young female child is forced into sex by an adult male, there is invariably physical damage and bleeding caused her tender young pussy. Discovery can be expected, and legal prosecution follows unless family pride conceals the situation. The State of Illinois, for example, prosecuted no fewer than fifteen formally arraigned cases of father-daughter rape in 1960. However, it is very difficult to detect the crime of incest when an adult female seduces a boy. The boy experiences pleasure, and in most instances has no desire to end the opportunity of experiencing it again by revealing what has happened, if the boy is beyond the age of puberty and capable of intellectual reasoning.
I think that in this regard a few of the outstandingly complex cases which have come to my attention will serve to illustrate the dangers of the effects of incest in the seduction by a mature female on a child or adolescent male.
CASE HISTORY
Henry O. and His Mother, Margaret
Until he was fourteen, Henry O. had lived a completely normal life as the only son of Margaret and James O. The O.'s were a closely knit family, so that the boy was constantly showered with attention and affection. But then tragedy struck, and James O. died in an automobile accident when a drunken college student swerved onto the wrong side of the highway. For a few days, Margaret was kept under sedation while Henry wept constantly and tried to understand why his father, who had always loved him and been so kind to him, would never be alive again.
James' mother had come to live with them during the sorrowful preparations for the funeral and the period of readjustment, and when this was over, Margaret insisted that the mother-in-law leave so that she and her son could resume their old routines and life could go on.
When first they were alone, the atmosphere was indeed a strange one. Each tried to comfort the other, but words were not enough. Once it had been a warm, happy household; suddenly life was empty and there seemed to be no way to change it. The evening after the funeral dragged on and seemed to last forever. At last, in desperation, Margaret suggested that they both go to bed and try to sleep.
But when she glanced at Henry's face, she knew that sleep was out of the question for him. She then suggested that he sleep in her bed, to which he eagerly agreed, since he had always been afraid of sleeping alone in the darkness of his room, and particularly on this night when the house seemed more empty and gloomy than ever before.
Margaret undressed in the bathroom and, out of habit, put on one of her sheer nylon nighties. She was already in bed when the boy crept into the room, wearing his pajamas. Climbing into bed, he nestled in her arms and closed his eyes. The warmth of her body as she held him was just the comfort he needed, and he fell asleep. Margaret could not stay awake much longer and as she began to drift into unconsciousness, she forgot that the body next to hers was that of her son. It was alive, warm, and she snuggled close to him. In time she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
At some time during the night, Margaret awoke with a sense of sensuous excitement sweeping over her. In the normal movements of sleep, moving this way and that, the nightie had been hiked up and her body was bared. Against the plump, round, milky cheeks she felt the hard, demanding thrust of a stiff male prick ... something which had happened many times before with her husband beside her. Hence, with a sleepy, happy smile, she spread her thighs, her back still turned toward the male.
Not until the body behind her pressed closer and a small, stiff prick pushed against her cunt did she realize what was happening. With horror she realized that this wasn't her husband at all. He was dead, and this was their own fourteen-year-old son who was trying to fuck her.
She stifled her own scream with her hand, as she felt Henry's prong press between the lips of her pussy. His lean body was hard and eager against her bottomcheeks, as he pushed forward.
In her mind, the terrible feeling of guilt and shame and even abhorrence told her this was wrong, sinful ... but her body demanded it and overrode the command of her mind. Her bottomcheeks began to rub back and forth against the quivering boy's young body which was pressed against her as his small prick moved rapidly in and out of her cunt.
Perhaps by instinct, or perhaps even by accident, the young cock had brushed Margaret's clitoris, so the sensation built quickly within her. She began to shudder and then she came, just as she felt the spurt of his gism, and felt him panting and gasping as he experienced his first ejaculation inside a female cunthole.
Later, when the feeling came over her that she wanted to close her eyes and weep over the shame of what she had done, Margaret sensed that her son needed comfort. Quickly she turned to him and folded him in her arms, whispering words of endearment. By now he was so trussed up that she felt the warmth of his limp prick against her belly, while his face pressed against her titties. Not till he had fallen asleep did Margaret allow herself to think of what had passed between them. Yes, of course it was terribly wrong, she knew, but she excused it on the grounds of shock and the terrible bereavement which her husband's death had thrust upon them. She promised herself it wouldn't happen again.
Nor did it-until the very next night. They had been sitting in the living room together, trying to find things to talk about. It became clear to Margaret that the boy wanted to talk about what had happened last night, but didn't dare bring up the topic. Margaret herself introduced it.
"Henry, I know you're wondering-well, about what happened. It was natural, but it shouldn't have happened. You see, darling, I'm your mother and you're my son, and it's wrong for us to do what we did. Our bodies didn't know this, because we were both so tired and sad over your father's death. I woke up, and was so dazed and drowsy with sleep, and then I felt your cock in my pussy. Your father did that all the time, and that was our life together. And when I felt this last night, it was almost as if your father were back, alive, with us, waking me up and telling me how much he wanted me. That's how it happened. You see, dear, your body was young and strong, and that's why your cock was so stiff. You were up against me and you felt my flesh, and it was instinct that did it."
Henry listened to her raptly and began to ask her questions, which she answered candidly and unashamedly. In self-defense, she tried. She knew that he had acted in complete innocence. To tell him now about incest would, she believed, be to fill his mind with a guilt he did not deserve.
It grew late, and soon they were walking into her bedroom together again. This time, they undressed together, and she told herself she was doing it only to take his mind off his father's death. Yet before long, she was so sexually aroused that she would have not been able to stop it even had she wanted to do so.
Now she guided him into position atop her body, spread apart her thighs, and with her own hands took hold of his prick and fitted it into her cunt. His male instinct was strong, and soon he was fucking her with all the confidence of a mature man. She groaned and sobbed, and soon felt her body stiffen, and then she felt the molten gush of her girl-come. It was even more exquisite than the night before.
This time, no apologies were offered, and Margaret felt little sense of guilt as she locked her arms around him and both fell immediately into a deep sleep.
Before many days were over, the mother and son were passionate lovers. What would have happened if the affair had continued into the boy's manhood will never be known. One morning, neighbors called the police For the past two days they had not seen either the mother or the son, and there seemed to be no light showing. The police broke into the house and found the two bodies naked in the mother's bed. The coroner's jury found that both had died by taking poison, but no verdict was given because they could not possibly decide whether both had done it of their own volition, or whether the mother had given it to her son and then to herself.
I, however, did not share the opinion of the jury. Just two weeks before the deaths which the coroner's jury recorded as a probable double suicide, Margaret O. came to my office without an appointment. I saw that she was obviously troubled, and rearranged my schedule to talk to her.
It was most impressive to me then, as she told me what had happened to herself and her son, that it was not treatment that she wanted, but rather to make her final confession. I tried to hide my alarm at the obvious danger signals which she had given me, but encouraged her to talk candidly, while I made certain that nothing in my own attitude showed any kind of disapproval or condemnation of what had taken place between the two of them.
Before she left, I made her promise that she would visit me regularly so that we could discuss the entire situation. I was optimistic because she had given me a direct affirmative, and seemed to do it of her own volition, without hesitation.
Ironically, the police found the two bodies just two hours before she was due to keep her next appointment with me.
As I look back, I must confess that my original evaluation had been correct. That first visit to my office had not been for treatment at all, but simply for a kind of final confession. So I am convinced that Margaret took the ultimate step and administered poison to both. I also believe that Henry had no knowledge of what was happening. Because of his background and his deep trust and affection for both his mother and his father, he actually had no way of really understanding the gravity of the act which both of them had committed. Yet Margaret, fully aware of what she had done to her son, did the only thing she could think of to put an end to it all.
This is one case over which I personally feel deeply touched and almost remiss in my duties as a physician and psychiatrist, in not seeing to it that Margaret O was able to continue her consultation with me. I should have yielded to my primary instinct and realized all the danger inherent in her confessional to me.
Certainly even the average reader who studies this case must come to the conclusion that Margaret O. could not be condemned too strongly in view of the deep attachment between herself and her son and the close bond which had welded the father with them both. It was only unfortunate that they had no close friends who might have realized the danger of leaving them alone together. Both had had estimable character, and I can look back only and say it was a dreadful waste of two lives which could easily have been salvaged and in time contributed much to our enlightened civilization.
CASE HISTORY
Richard I. and His Sister Marilyn
At first glance, it may seem that the seduction of a boy by his sister is not entirely appropriate to this book. Yet in this most unusual case, the circumstances are such that it conforms to the theme of the work. As we shall see, in this instance, the sister was the older woman, the mature seductress.
Richard I.'s father had been a widower many years before he finally remarried at the age of forty-one. His seventeen-year-old daughter Marilyn resented her stepmother and found herself unable to forgive her father for bringing a "strange woman" into the house.
It is obvious that she had already developed a strong sexual fixation for her father in the years in which they had lived alone, a phenomenon not at all unusual in a girl of adolescent age. Hence, when another woman appeared on the scene, an innate jealousy arose in the young girl.
Where formerly she had been lively, vivacious and popular with people of her own age, now she suddenly became morose and dropped all her social contacts. She chose to remain at home in a kind of act of stubborn masochism, even though she could have gotten a job and earned her own livelihood and made her own home, and thus escaped the "punishment" which constant contact with her new stepmother excited.
Yet nothing could make her leave her father, not even the anguish of seeing him go to bed each night with his new wife and guessing all too well what they did together in the privacy of the bedroom. When the stepmother became pregnant, Marilyn offered congratulations, but her words had no warmth. Richard was born of that union, and as the boy grew, Marilyn treated him with neither warmth nor hostility; he was simply there and she accepted him.
As he grew, Richard became more and more in appearance like his father. Marilyn was obviously aware of this, but seemed to have accepted a life of spinsterhood in which there was no place for sentiment. She had a job now, and every morning she went to it. When she came back, she had dinner, then went to her room and locked herself in. Her father and stepmother were unable to cope with this attitude of resignation and self-imposed isolation, and so left her to her solitude.
At least, it appeared to be solitude. It now seems probable that Marilyn did not spend an evening without frigging herself to climax at least once. It was a habit she had developed in her teens, in which she created fantasies in which her father would undress her naked and then fuck her passionately. The older she grew, the more elaborate and complicated this fantasy grew. From frigging herself with her finger, she adopted the use of those instruments which took the role of the male prick. Hence, though she had had no experience of fucking with a man, she was no longer a virgin.
Often, when she thought she wasn't being observed, Marilyn stared at her young brother in a strange way. She began to see him as a younger version of her father, for whom she had lusted so long and who had been taken from her by the stepmother.
And so, one evening when she was thirty years old and Richard was thirteen, Marilyn took advantage of the fact that her father and stepmother had gone to the theater to come down and watch television with the boy.
They talked, and this time it was the same as it had always been before. However, a few times during the evening, Marilyn felt he was looking at her. For a while she dismissed it as a mere figment of her imagination, but the feeling persisted. She pretended to be absorbed in the program, but she shot him a covert glance from time to time, and discovered that not only was he watching her, he was also looking up under her dress as she sat with her legs slightly spread.
This evening she saw more of her father in him than ever before, more resemblance to the man for whom she had lusted for so long. In her tortured mind, her father had rejected her in favor of the woman who had become his wife, her stepmother. But now the man was reincarnated in the form of the boy.
She made a quick decision. She would lure Richard into giving her what his father had never given her, what he perhaps might have given if he hadn't been lured into a relationship with that woman. As she made the decision, Marilyn knew it had been in the back of her mind for a long time, and that Richard's sudden interest in her just then had set it off, like a delayed fuse.
"Would you like some cocoa, Richard dear?" she asked in a voice which held more warmth than he had ever heard in it before
"Sure-yes, Marilyn," he stammered.
Watching him with a wide smile, she spread her legs far apart and slowly rose to go to the kitchen. As she put the water on to boil, she seized a moment to go back to her bedroom and put on proper clothing. First she thought of bathing, but this would take too long. Moreover, the boy could hardly be sophisticated enough to appreciate this nuance of preparation for a fuck.
The black bra and panties she wore would be quite seductive enough, she knew. She replaced the skirt and sweater she had on with a dress that had a buttoned bodice which she made more enticing by leaving several of the buttons unfastened.
Satisfied that she had prepared herself for this challenging contest-as such she conceived it-she returned to the kitchen and proceeded with the making of cocoa. Then she pulled out a stiff drink of Scotch for herself to provide the courage needed for this audacious undertaking.
When she carried the tray back to the room where the boy waited, she saw that his eyes gleamed with excitement, and that he had noticed what she was wearing. She suggested that they sit on the floor, where the carpet was thick and soft. Richard sat down first, and she lowered herself deliberately and slowly in such a way that he was able to see her inner thighs and the crotch of the panties. When she thought he had seen enough for the first time, she adjusted the skirt of her dress so that it showed only a little of her thighs above her knees. She saw he was trembling with excitement, which was just what she wanted to see. Bending slowly to pick up her cup, she saw the upper part of her dress fall open and knew that half her titties were revealed to his eager gaze. When she turned her head and sat erect, she saw that his eyes were lowered and his face was red.
"That's all right, Richard," she said in a gentle whisper, "I don't mind your looking at me at all. In fact, I kind of like it. Do you like to do it?"
"Oh yes-yes-I like it a lot, Marilyn," he replied, falteringly.
Supremely confident, Marilyn moved closer, so that her knees were almost touching his. Deliberately, she pulled the hem of her dress well above her knees to show off the nylon-sheathed thighs up to where the hose ended, showing bare milky flesh.
"Why don't you feel them, Richard?" she urged, "To see how nice they are."
Her pulses began to hammer as the boy began to stroke her smooth, warm, sheer nylon hose. She felt his fingers tremble, beginning to move upwards. He pressed a little harder, looking up towards her face as if seeking encouragement. What he saw there gave him far more than he could have hoped: Marilyn had opened the front of her dress and with her own hands was caressing her bra-sheathed titties. Cupping them from below, she held them out to him, murmuring, "Wouldn't you like to play with these, dear?"
Thus invited, he put his hands up and pushed hers away and soon began to stroke and squeeze, his face full of reverent excitement. He moved until he was directly in front of her, so that he could reach her titties more easily.
She reached forward, pulled down the zipper of his pants and drew out his prick. It was quite stiff, even though it was rather small because of his youth. But Marilyn had no complaint; Richard was a small version of his father, the being who had filled her erotic dreams for years, so it was only natural that this reincarnation, this younger edition of the father, should have a smaller cock.
She was afraid he would spend in her hand, so she reluctantly let go of his cock. Then, kneeling, she began to take off her dress. She moved very slowly, so that her body was unveiled a little at a time. When she heard his deep, labored breathing, she knew the seduction was proceeding perfectly.
Flinging the dress aside, she began to wriggle her body to make her bra and panties move, murmuring as she did so, "If you'll take off your clothes, I'll take off the rest of mine!" He did so willingly, almost hurrying, until he was naked.
"Take off my bra, dear," she encouraged. As he reached behind her to fumble at the tight hooks and eyes, she drew him to her and squeezed his firm young bottom. She thought of how it would feel when she did that once his prick was deep inside her cunt.
Then she heard him gasp with ecstasy when her bra fell off and the firm, round titties hung free. She put one hand to the back of his head and guided his mouth to her bubbles, urging him to suck and kiss them.
In a little while she whispered to him to pull down her panties, and he saw for the first time a woman's cunt, the plump, furry nook of her pussy, and his hands eagerly reached behind her to squeeze her jouncy, oval-shaped, milky-skinned bottomcheeks.
"Would you like to get into me, Richard, right into my little slit?" she urged.
"Oh yes, Marilyn!" he breathed hoarsely.
"But first you have to make it easy for me, dear, and it will be much nicer for you. Just put your lips to my pussy and kiss it. Use your tongue a little, too, and make it all nice and wet. Then your big strong cock will go in very easily."
Richard needed no second invitation. The sucking sounds his mouth made as he kissed her cunt made her shiver with feverish anticipation. She was unable to wait any longer, so she lay back on the floor and spread her thighs, her fingers grasping the lips of her cunt to yawn them apart to show him the way to paradise.
He looked small and helpless by contrast, in his nakedness, a mere boy lying on her belly, pressing into her cunt with his small stiff prick. But soon she felt it prying inside her lips, and her arms enfolded him as he began to jerk and twist over her, his small prick moving in and out in small, jerky rhythms. It took him only about forty-five seconds to come, and he couldn't give her a climax in that time, but Marilyn didn't mind. When she felt he was finished, she pushed him gently off her, reached into her own cunt, found her clitoris and frigged it until her body shook violently in her spasm of come.
But if Richard thought he had found a permanent love-partner, he was greatly mistaken. By seducing him, Marylin had broken the mental yoke that had hampered her entire life. From that time on, she returned to a full social life and found more than enough grown, competent men to soothe the fires of her insatiable cunt. And each time Richard tried to peek under her dress or to caress the body which had been offered to him so willingly at first, she almost angrily rebuffed him.
Tortured by her refusal and not old enough to understand, Richard went in search of cunt elsewhere. First he looked for women anywhere in public who were sitting so that their thighs were exposed. He would linger and peer under their skirts until they were embarrassed, would flush and press their thighs together and, quite often, call him nasty names. Then he would go away to look for other women.
In time, this wasn't enough. In crowded public places, he could sometimes slip his hands under a woman's dress and feel what was to be found there. Sometimes he would get away with it, if he Was able to find a woman who enjoyed the unexpected manipulation of her body. Most often, there would be an uncomfortable scene and he would be forced to run away before being caught.
It didn't take long before he was hauled into juvenile court at the complaint of several women who had been able to identify him. Placed on probation, with the stipulation that his parents seek psychiatric aid for him, Richard maintained good conduct for a while, but it didn't last.
One afternoon, coming home from school, the boy paused in the doorway of a store to admire the backside of a woman who was bending with her back turned to him. Remembering the look of his sister's bottomcheeks when she bent that way naked, Richard groaned and shuddered, them opened his pants and took out his prick, which had become instantly erect. The woman turned, and saw him looking at her. First she smiled, then gestured for him to go away. Recalling how he had gotten into trouble before, he stuffed his cock back into his pants and ran away.
Almost daily thereafter, he would find some chance to expose himself to a woman. Some seemed horrified, others only smiled as if to tease him. A few beckoned him to come into the house or the apartment, but he never dared.
His greatest thrill came when he was fifteen years old. Standing in the doorway of a small second-hand store, he was exposing his prick to a middle-aged woman who seemed to be alone inside. She smiled, and he looked around quickly to make sure others weren't looking at it. When he looked back at her, he could see she was still smiling an invitation. To his great surprise, she picked up the hems of her dress and slip and held them high, so he could see her panties, thighs and crotch.
He began to jack himself off, and she urged him on with nods and beaming smiles. At last his gism spurted onto the glass door, and the woman tilted back her head and laughed. He stuffed his prick back into his shorts, closed the fly of his pants, and began to move away. He could occasionally find some woman who was willing to masturbate while she watched him, but this was rare.
His next adventure involved the telephone. The idea came to him when he was at home alone one day. The first number he called, dialing the number at random, listening only a moment, then hanging up. The second time it was the same, but the third proved to be exactly what he wanted.
This time he talked, going on at great length about how women looked naked and what he liked to do with them. Occasionally the woman at the other end asked questions which permitted him to be more obscene, and finally Richard took out his prick and began to jack off slowly. When he told her what he was doing, she seemed gratified. At last he hung up, happy and excited.
Although he grew up into a handsome young man who should have had no difficulty in finding women who would be willing to let him fuck them, he actually had almost no contact with members of the opposite sex. Instead, he followed his pattern of indecent exposure, obscene telephone calls, stolen palpations and caresses and, of course, always , jacking off. He was referred to my office following his third conviction for offenses of this nature. He responded to treatment, and although he regresses from time to time, it is probable that he can and will be eventually cured.
This will, however, take place only after a long and complicated series of treatments. Removing mental blocks planted in the minds of young men by older women is almost always difficult, but when the harm has been done by a member of the family, the problem is invariably greater.
It has been said that incest is the gravest crime of which the human being is capable. I would dispute this, but I would say that judging from Richard's case, Marilyn's vindictive and selfish act exposed his young and impressionable mind to a tragic overstress whose unfortunate repercussions can now be seen.
CHAPTER SIX
SEDUCTION BY OTHERS
Arbitrary classification of the nature of sexual conduct, particularly aberrations, is extremely difficult sometimes. I have reserved a few specific case histories for my final chapter. Each is different, yet all of them details cases of boys seduced by mature women. Some may seem bizarre to the reader, but I assure you that every case history in this book has been taken from my own files and can be documented.
What I am trying to show my readers in my summary is that human conduct as such leaves almost nothing beyond the realm of possibility. Among trusted friends and employees, among relatives and even parents, among the most respected members of the community, there can always lurk latently the dark powers of corruption of the innocent.
To complement this force, we find the receptive nature of the child. His curiosity regarding the mystery of the human body is always a prime factor in arousal, and the sexual urges which come early and which cannot be understood unless they are well explained to him by his parents may permit the child to readily become not only a willing victim of the mature seductress, but an extremely eager one.
The tragic thing is that what seems exciting to the child at the time as he looks at and touches the naked body of an attractive adult female may well inculcate within him traumatic, narrow adjustments which will be shown only in later life, when the damage cannot be undone.
Once again we must point out that, just as in normal married relationships, selfishness can become not only an obstacle but a corrupting force. So too can the effect of a mature female in her selfish interest in the conquest of a naive boy, channeling him into a pathway which even she herself would consider dangerous if she had only stopped to think of the end result of her desire for sexual gratification.
CASE HISTORY
Dalton T
This is the case of a boy who was actually seduced at the incredibly early age of five. His parents, who lived in St. Louis, had just engaged a new maid, a woman in her mid-thirties who came to the house with excellent references. She was not only an efficient worker, but she showed at once that she was extremely good with young Dalton, a bouyant child of five.
She seemed to be particularly attracted to him, and the parents rejoiced, for the previous maids had been different or even contemptuous of a child in the house. The parents could not know that this woman, whom we shall call Irene, had such an interest at the very outset that before she had taken the job, a girlfriend who was also a maid had told her of being gamahuched by an extremely young boy and how exciting it was.
For this reason, Irene gave up her previous job with an elderly couple and came to the T-'s. She had been titillated by her friend's suggestion. This, she believed, would be an ideal situation in which she could experiment. Also, the pay was a few dollars higher than in her previous post.
The first time she was alone with Dalton, Irene called him in to her room and gave him some candy. As they chatted, she began to take off her clothes. She at once observed his wide-eyed interest in her titties, and said laughingly to him, "You can play with them if you want to, Master Dalton."
The boy uttered a little giggling laugh as she sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned towards him, her titties dangling before his eager hands. He began to pull and squeeze them, and she murmured, "Now, if you tell your daddy and mommy about this, they'll spank you and then they'll send me away, and we'll never be able to do this again."
"Oh, I won't, Miz' Irene, I won't?" He promised.
Then Irene arose and slipped down her panties. The little boy uttered a gasp. "Miz' Irene, you haven't got a pee-thing there like me, you haven't at all-why don't you have one?"
Irene spread her thighs wide and then, putting her fingers to the lips of her pussy, purred, "That's because girls are different, Dalton dear. See, I have a little hole instead of a little stick the way you do. Come look close and you can see what my hole is like."
As the boy approached, enchanted with this fascinating new game, she added, "You know, you're a very little boy, but sometimes when a little boy is nice, he gets to do things that big boys and grown-up men like your daddy do. Would you like to suck and lick my little slit, Dalton?"
"Oh yes, please let me!" the child exclaimed.
"Well, we'll see," she said indifferently. She moved back a little, and he followed. Pretending reluctance, she made him wait a few minutes before she at last granted his wish.
"But you've got to promise, Dalton," she warned, "that you won't ever tell anybody about this. If you do, I'll have to go away and you won't ever see me again."
"Oh, I won't, Miz' Irene, I won't, I promise," he insisted.
She took him by the shoulders and drew him towards her, then her hands cupped the back of his head as she pressed his face against her warm furry cunt. She began to feel his small mouth kiss and suck her cunt, and she whispered to him, "Put your tongue out and rub it around there, darling, it feels good. Deeper, Dalton, deeper!"
At last he found the button of her clitoris and began to lick it. Irene knew at once that her friend had been right about the wonderful sensations. The boy continued to lick her clitoris until at last she felt herself explode and the sweet juices of come flooded her cunny. Her groans and gasps frightened Dalton, but when she recovered, she murmured, "That was very nice. You are a very good boy. I'll let you do it again some time."
She proffered the sexual treat almost daily, and Dalton came to look upon gamahuching as the most exciting thing in his young world. A few weeks later, when she knew she was going to have him all to herself all afternoon, she had a girlfriend come to visit. This time Dalton was offered a double treat as, stripped naked and standing before him, their legs spread well apart, they invited him to lick and suck their pussies. He obliged both of them until each had come.
While both girls remained naked, Irene's friend turned over, arched up her bottom, and said, "Look here too, Dalton, there's another little hole that tastes of chocolate."
Dalton was hesitant at first, but Irene whispered, "And if you don't do it for my friend too, I, won't let you do it to me ever again." She herself drew apart the girl's cheeks and showed Dalton how to press his face down and insert his tongue against the puckering rosette of the young woman's asshole. Later they both made him gamahuch them again and each enjoyed another furious spend from the labors of his ingenuous mouth.
Although it seems amazing that such conduct never came to the attention of the parents, Dalton was actually able to keep his promise because the thrill of being permitted to do what he wanted to do overrode any urge to boastfulness or curiosity or telling anyone else. So he persisted with this same affair until he was sixteen, when he was sent to a residential school in another state. Before long he discovered girls, and after a few rebuffs, he met one who was thrilled by gamahuching. There were others after that, and it became apparent that his early seduction had done no lasting harm.
This was true only until he married. His bride was a twenty-year-old virgin who had let a very sheltered life. On their wedding night, he made her undress, himself hastily helping her, with a marked lack of consideration for her sensitivities As he was already naked, his bride saw his rampant prick looming in front of her. But, to her amazement, he rolled her over onto her belly on the bed and began to lick her asshole. She tried feebly to fight him off, but her strength was no match for his. Hoping to keep her quiet and appease her, he rolled her onto her back, grasped her thighs and forced them wide, then bent down his head and began to gamahuch her.
Because the entire idea was odious to her, she was not erotically stirred, and Dalton became angry with her. He reached under his belly to jack himself off. As he felt his come nearing, he knelt up astride of his bride and shot his spunk onto her titties and belly. His wife gagged, ran from the room, and vomited in the bathroom. As soon as she had recovered, she dressed and left the apartment and went back to her parents.
Her father hired a lawyer, and a divorce was soon obtained. Dalton's bride required a long period of psychiatric treatment to undo the traumatic harm that she had sustained in that one brief sexual encounter with her husband.
Understanding for the first time in his life that there was something wrong with him, Dalton, instead of going to a psychiatrist as he should have done, became a near recluse and an introvert. He sought out whores and gamahuched them, without protest from them, to be sure. But it wasn't enough. Eventually he turned to liquor for consolation. By the age of twenty-five, he was not only a chronic alcoholic, but he had also contracted a venereal disease.
Unable to hold a job, he drifted into the world of back alleys and doorways. As for food, there always seemed to be some unattractive older woman who would give him a few drinks and perhaps some food if he would gamahuch her.
He died at the age of twenty-seven, physically and mentally ruined. At the autopsy, doctors found two or three factors alone which could have caused his early death. But none of them was the cause, to be sure. The thing that had really destroyed him had happened when he was only a child of five: the experience with Irene had warped his life forever.
CASE HISTORY
Bernard U.
Bernard U. was twelve years old when he discovered the joy of jacking off. One afternoon he was doing this in the basement of his house when the woman next door chanced into the driveway and noticed him. She stood watching him until he spent, put his penis back into his pants and buttoned them up. Alone in her kitchen later, she felt sexually aroused. That night, when her husband lay sleeping beside her, she remembered the sexual arousal she had felt watching Bernard U. masterbate. And before she fell asleep, she resolved she would find some way of seeing him do it again, perhaps even play games with him.
Although the woman's desires were quite strong, her husband had tired of sex and was content with a quick fuck about once or twice a month. She had resigned herself to this, but having seen Bernard jack off, the old hunger returned to torment her. About a week later she had her opportunity. Bernard came home from school shortly after three-thirty on a rainy afternoon. His mother had gone shopping and expected to be back in time, but she had forgotten about his coming home and now the door was locked and he had no key.
The neighbor woman, who we shall call Mavis, called to him and invited him in, trembling with excitement. Bernard overcame his hesitation and accepted.
Before she called, however, Mavis had quickly removed her slip and put on a light chiffon dress through which her legs and thighs showed very clearly. It was an overly obvious approach for a man, but for a mere boy it was perfect. She saw to it that she placed herself between him and the lamp on the table as much as possible, and went on to talk about his school until his nervousness was quieted. Then, sitting on the arm of his chair, her legs crossed and her dress drawn up above her knees, she began to tell him how nice it was to talk with someone young for a change.
By way of a casual gesture which would enable him to see her body, she began to scratch her leg above the top of her nylon stocking. In so doing, the hem of the dress lofted high and Bernard saw her bare thigh.
"How naughty of me!" she giggled, looking down at her bare leg. "I hope you don't mind my being so careless?"
"Oh no, no I don't, m'am," he blushed furiously.
"Maybe I ought to try you out and see if you're telling the truth," Mavis giggled. She took hold of one of his hands and placed it at the top of her stocking, just before the bare skin began. For a moment his hand seemed to stiffen, then it relaxed and pressed warmly. She smiled coyly and lifted the dress still higher until she showed herself up to the crotch of her panties. She continued to smile encouragingly as his hand moved upward.
At the same time, she lowered her own hand to the crotch of his pants, and he stiffened and gasped. But when Mavis began to rub his hard-on, he stopped resisting and began to gasp with pleasure.
"What I wouldn't give to see and touch a nice strong cock like yours, Bernard dear!" she whispered. "Will you show me your cock if I show you my pussy?"
"Oh yes!" he breathed.
Rising, Mavis drew her dress over her head, allowing him to stare at her in bra and panties. Then she slipped down to his lap, the panty-sheathed bottom rubbing against his aching prick, as she raised one of his hands to her bra.
"Squeeze, it, darling," she urged.
He began to do this, fascinated with the new game. Meantime, Mavis leaned over and whispered into his ear, "You know, a girl like me needs sex a lot. It would be so nice if your strong young cock were pressing into my pussy. My husband's too old and tired to do it, so I have to do it myself with my hand. Have you ever done that for yourself when you get ideas, Bernard?"
The boy blushingly admitted that he had jacked off. Mavis nodded, knowingly. "But I'll bet," she went on, "you'd really like to have a woman's hand do it for you, wouldn't you?"
He was unable to speak, but his hands convulsively squeezed her titties, and that told her what she wanted to know. She next asked him to unfasten the bra, and he did so. Then he had one hand on her tittie on the left, while her mouth sought the other. Mavis suggested that he take off his clothes, and he did so eagerly. She waited until he stood naked in his shoes and socks, then she asked him to take her panties off. While he began to do so, Mavis was sure she was going to come, but she did not quite reach this. Now he began to fondle the entire area of her body, and she knew that she couldn't stand it much longer. Stepping out of the panties, she raised her knee higher than necessary and kept it up long enough to let him have a long look between her legs.
Then, taking both his hands in hers, she placed one of each of her bottomcheeks. He felt the undulating movement of her behind and kept his hands in place as she led him onward. They reached her bedroom and stood before the wide bed.
Turning around, Mavis paused a moment to allow Bernard to admire her nakedness, accentuated by the garterbelt and nylon hose, then she reached out to embrace him. He came into her arms eagerly, and their bodies rubbed together. He felt his stiff cock against her furry slit.
She drew him into the wide bed and again they embraced. "Feel me all over and learn about me, darling," she urged. He did so. his eyes shining, his breath coming quickly, until she saw that he was trembling violently and knew that she had to release the tension she had built up in his aching young cock.
Lying on her back and opening her thighs widely, she guided the boy into position. She bent her knees well over her body, so that her cunt would arch up and gape for easy access. He thrust at random with his prick for a few moments, them found the moist cleft which entered her pussy-paradise. With a small groan, he thrust into her. Her hands gripped his bottomcheeks and patted and squeezed them encouragingly as he began to fuck. In a few moments he had instinctively found a rhythm, and he was far better for her than her mature husband had been in many years.
She hadn't had an orgasm with her husband in more than two years, and Mavis now achieved an unforgettable one, even though Bernard, naturally, couldn't hold back his spunk and ejaculated after about one minute of fucking. She held him tightly when his gism entered her cunt smothering her gasps and pressing his face into her titties. It had been a wonderful experience for her, and she knew that the size of the boy's cock had nothing to do with her pleasure. He was spontaneous and worshipful, and he admired her body. These were qualities that sex with her own husband didn't have for her. So as they dressed quickly, they planned to meet more often in the future.
They did meet often, and there was never any detection.
By the time Bernard reached the age of seventeen, Mavis wisely advised him to spend time with girls of his own age. He did so reluctantly, only after she stressed the importance of a normal sexual development, and told him that she would not make love with him unless he did so.
He had his first fuck with a younger woman when he was nineteen. And although her body had the velvety smoothness of youth, the act wasn't nearly as enjoyable as it always was with Mavis.
When he told her about this, Mavis smiled. "You mustn't expect to compare, and you'll have to think about the girl you're loving up, dear. You'll be just as excited by someone else as you are by me."
When he was twenty-four, Bernard at last found the woman he wanted to marry. But he found himself also facing a dilemma. For he loved the woman deeply, and although he wanted to be faithful to her, he still couldn't force himself to end his liaison with Mavis. Finally she solved the problem. Thanking him for the years of sexual satisfaction she had enjoyed, she added, "It's over now, Bernard. We've needed each other, but now we've both grown up a little and it's time to say goodbye. Besides, you're forgetting that I'm much older than you, and now I don't have quite the eagerness to be fucked and gamahuched that I had when you first knew me. So now my husband will be able to give me what little I need."
Bernard begged her for one final weekend at a country hotel, and Mavis agreed. They fucked and fucked and gamahuched with furious passion, knowing it was their farewell.
Bernard has been a well adjusted and happy husband for more than five years now, and there are two children from this union, a boy of three and a girl of one. Bernard came to me for psychiatric treatment, and he told me that when his son comes of age, he intends to find just the right woman to introduce him to sex. I told him that society in general and his own church in particular would condemn such a plan, and he said with a smile, "I really don't think that my early seduction and love affair would have met with the approval of society and the church either, but I think I'm a better adjusted man for it, at least better than any other man I know. And ours is the best marriage I know. Are you going to tell me, Dr. Klow, that what happened to me was wrong or that I'd be wrong to provide my son with the same initiation and understanding at the beginning of his adult life?"
Of course I didn't tell him that. But fortunately, Bernard's initiatress, Mavis, had been wiser than most women and certainly less selfish than most. In the research I have done on this theme, I have far too often seen the harmful results of early seduction of a boy by an older woman. But this is the exception, because here Mavis made Bernard conscious of the beauty of sex and also let him see that selfishness was not her only standard in selecting him as her partner.
And yet there are other cases which show that unfortunately too many women are selfish and too many do not have the sensitivity to see the reactions of their young partners. So in ending this book, for a final impression with you, my readers, let me cite a case that must be included in this book if we are to know the entire story of the female seductress and the after-effects she can cause her untried, ingenuous young lover.
CASE HISTORY
David R.
David R. came from a broken home. His father had abandoned David's mother as well as the boy's two younger brothers and one younger sister. David's mother didn't particularly care for her children, but resigned herself to taking care of them. Welfare allowances provided the main source of family income, but the mother supplemented this from time to time be cleaning offices in a nearby building whenever she felt inclined to work.
As a result, young David emerged as the strength of the family. He was already delivering on one newspaper route and added another. He spent the rest of his free time cutting grass, washing cars and doing any other odd jobs he could find. It appeared from the start that adversity and poverty were going to make a man of the boy long before he came of legal age. He showed a stability and strength of character that compensated for the falling off of his interest in school work.
Yet fate had in mind for him an ironic turnabout. Indeed, if one particular customer had not been on his paper route, he might well have achieved a story of success like that of Horatio Alger or Andrew Carnegie. But that one customer was there.
Her name was Melissa K., a beautiful Lesbian, blonde, twenty-three years old who, with her lover, Terri, lived in an apartment above the dress shop both of them operated.
David fascinated them. They understood his enthusiasm and youthful drive, but they also appreciated the innate sensitivity of his nature. It is odd that Lesbians are quick to perceive the kind of tenderness and sensitivity in men that homosexuals often understand in other men, and hence make good friends, though never lovers.
They offered a job working evenings around their store, working mainly in the stockroom, for a salary of forty dollars a week.
David appeared promptly in the evening the following Monday, and proved to be an energetic worker.
As a result, they both dressed as seductively as possible whenever he was there. Beyond that, they made a practice of allowing him to catch them in a state of undress now again, so that by accident, as it appeared, he could see naked titties or thighs. When they observed that he was interested in what he saw, they congratulated themselves.
At the age of sixteen, David left home and joined their household as a "personal maid-slave." Meanwhile, Melissa and Terri had applied depilatories to him daily to remove almost all traces of facial and bodily hair, till he was a smooth as a girl. Their training had also molded his mind to favor that girlish appearance. Every day of his new life advanced him along the road to becoming a completely feminized personal maid to the two Lesbian women. Since he rarely left their apartment now, they gave him a uniform to wear in this new role. It comprised nylon stockings, garterbelt, glistening black leather pumps, and a very short silver or gold lame skirt which swirled about him when he walked and exposed him fully with every movement. Sometimes he wore nylon panties, but whenever Melissa or Terri wished, he was naked under his skirt. After he had mastered one task, they taught him another.
This really made them hot!
David had by then given up any thought of fucking the women. So he was able to perform such intimate tasks with delight, and to release his tensions by jacking off into a pair of panties while they watched.
Within a year, this strong, aggressive boy who had been hardened and toughened by poverty, had become completely submissive to the whims of the two women. They had created a slave to give them a life that would have been the envy of their mystic forebearers on the Isle of Lesbos.
SUMMARY
There is little I can say as I come to the end of this book which has not been intimated in the whole of it. I could tell you to draw your own conclusions, but that would be the easy way out. You have followed with me, in reviewing these cases, the sequences of how perfectly normal young lives can be and many times have been destroyed in early seduction by mature women.
You may well ask what guarantee you can have that the next victim may not be your own son or the nice little boy down the street who at this moment is chasing a ball or riding a swing or getting on his bicycle. There is no guarantee at all, or if there is, it must exist in the field pioneered by such geniuses as Freud and Jung and their fellow pioneers who devoted their lives to gaining greater understanding of the quirks which beset the human mind. Now we can recognize problems such as these, and can look for methods other than-as might have been done centuries ago by the superstitious villagers in European towns-thrusting a pointed stick into the heart of a heartless Jezebel or burning her at the stake.
It may well be that in a generation or so, there will be no more cases like those which I have reported to you, what with the emancipation we now have in our sexual behavior. If anything, however, I think that rather there will be more of them, because women are finding their sexual equality and believing that they have as much right to express themselves as aggressively as men, and as openly.
But in most cases, as I myself have found in clinical studies, women who seduce boys have some degree of emotional disturbance. They are certainly not criminals, and they themselves are victims just as much as the boys they victimize. If these women could be treated in time, if their marriages could be restored by counseling, or ended, with proper guidance to follow, they would not be tempted to make dangerous attacks on innocent boys.
The pace in our civilized society becomes increasingly more frantic, and with it comes emotional disturbance in direct proportion. We no longer have the simple demands of life our fathers had. We have far more complex demands, far more difficult to cope with. We watch the lessening of the family status in each succeeding generation, the male going one way, the female another, the children left at home to rule as they please, or else to go out into the street to play with their peers whom they idolize and emulate. This is why we have more juvenile delinquency than at any other time in our history.
My own personal suggestion is that at every citizen should acquaint his elected representative with the necessity of mamtaining mental and emotional health for our children as well as for adults. We should all demand school clinics with trained psychiatric staffs. We can urge our legislators to see to it that a maladjusted boy does not go astray because the symptoms of his malady are not recognized in time.
We have before us the terrible example of William Heirens, who, a generation ago, was known to be a fetishist, who would masturbate into a woman's panties. And yet though all this was known when he was thirteen, society allowed him to progress until his fetish at last became homicidal.
His own family, the separation within it, and the shifts of character, had much to do with his ultimate criminal breakdown. It is true that the budget for psychiatric help big enough to serve our nation's needs would be staggering, but it would surely not be money wasted. Not in the light of how much money we waste on projects of far less urgency, of far less concern to the balance of our society.
But beyond this, since the Utopian day may never come when this is made possible, we ourselves must bring up our children in love and understanding. If we give them this basic protection, and if we give them a wholesome sex education, they will be far more able to meet the challenge of life. They will also be more able to resist the seductress, because they will understand themselves as well as her.
It is a goal well within our reach. It is a wholesome goal and one to strive for.
