After robbing them (a young businessman, his twenty-eight-year-old wife, their three-year-old daughter, and her nine-year-old brother) of all their valuables, they made their victims undress at gunpoint; then four of the marauders seized the man's wife, their daughter, and his brother-in-law. While two of them held his arms with demonic strength, one of the sodomists pulled down the young man's underdrawers and forced his penis into his anus. Doing so, he grabbed hold of his victim's penis and rapidly masturbated it. The others followed him, raping the man five or six times. Three of the others took turns ravishing the man's wife in a natural and unnatural manner, treating her so brutally with violent thrusts that she fainted. They then assaulted the little girl. Not bothering to remove her panties, they pushed their penises fiercely between the poor child's thighs and buttocks. They did jerk down the boy's underpants and abused him again and again; in fact, all seven sodomized and masturbated the young lad.
The italicized words are not from the pen of an imaginative writer but from that of the renown Dr. Jacobus (Jacobus Sutor), a French army surgeon who conducted vast sex researches in various colonial outposts. According to Dr. Jacobus, who examined the ravished family after they had been attacked near the Sudanese-Libyan border, "if what one hears and sees is to be believed, these outrages occur every week throughout the desert areas and oases, where bands of plunderers and pleasure seekers pounce upon men, women, and children."
Anal rape is not limited to the East (The Boston Strangler reportedly never performed genital-to-genital rape and limited his attacks to the mouth and anus), but it is a brutal and bizarre form of anal eroticism. Dr. Jacobus' vivid description of the anal rape his patients experienced is a reminder, however upsetting, that such practices occur not only in the minds of man, but also occur in reality.
Those who have access to information about man's more "hidden" sexual activities are aware that the anus is the source of much sexual excitement and that the anus is often more highly sought than are the genital organs. While no specific people are known to be exempt from this practice, it is clear that Eastern man has a far different viewpoint of his own anal sexual activity than does Western man. The Easterner is far more receptive to and expressive of anal sexual activity than is Western man. Eastern literature is very often sprinkled with scenes of a man having anal intercourse and the act itself is usually presented quite poetically. Western man's literature generally includes no small amount of sadism in connection with anal eroticism, if it touches upon this practice at all.
It has been said, again by Dr. Jacobus, that the Arab is the greatest pederast in the whole world, but it is not only the Arabs that are pronounced in the enjoyment of this sexual act. Sexologists who have completed research in the Middle East and Africa report that anal intercourse is a fairly common practice. One explanation given for this fact is that, for the most part, women from these land areas have larger genital organs which do not grant the entering penis the friction that their smaller, more constricting sphincter ani does. In the East, moreover, the Oriental is known to masturbate often when young and is more openly bisexual and sadomasochistic. It is not a rarity for the Oriental man to seek the tight vulvas of little girls, but also the anuses of little boys.
Clearly, the Easterner is far less afraid of his sexual nature and the various ramifications than is his brethren in the West, who, until recently, allowed little comment even in writings on subjects of an "unusual" sexual nature. In this connection, it is interesting to note that the Talmud seemingly promotes the practice of anal intercourse by listing an oral law which states: "Even if ten men copulate unnaturally with a betrothed maiden, she is still a virgin." Lest their be any question as to what this oral law specifically means, one need only consult the commentary explaining this law which states: "If injury to the anus is to be subject to the same restrictions as injury to the hymen, if the disqualification would be extended to unnatural intercourse also, you will find no woman eligible to marry a high priest, since there is not one who has not been in some way wounded." Indeed, sexologists have noted that it is not unusual for those following the Talmud to have ten males having anal intercourse with a betrothed girl before her fiance has genital intercourse. Moreover, one can find in Turkey pantaloons for sale that not only have an opening to facilitate urination and penile penetration, but also an opening at the rear to facilitate sodomite practices.
But while Western man is more mute on the subject of anal intercourse, the freer discussion and practice of sexuality in recent years has yielded data and information which indicates that analism is losing its evil stigma. It is historically verifiable that the ancient Roman matrons delighted in anal penetration, as was the case in Paris during Napoleon, when members of all social strata participated in this practice. Today, in both northern and southern Europe homosexual sodomy is widespread. There are as yet no percentage figures on heterosexual and homosexual anal intercourse in the United States, but the silence surrounding this act does not necessarily indicate an absence of activity, but rather an extreme fear regarding sexual activity, the sexual organs, and the organs of excretion, a fear so strong it has tended to warp the sexual viewpoints of a majority of Americans.
Perhaps much of the confusion, hate, and fear generated in this country by sex occurs simply because Western man still has little awareness of what he actually is. Attempting to please his various gods by ignoring his sexual nature, he is continually bombarded with books and scientific data reminding him of his tie to animals - this has no doubt thrown Western man into a quandry. It is hoped that this book, by shedding light on an area of sexual behavior that still creates inordinate fear, will help to promote a more mature sexual attitude and a greater acceptance of Western man's complex sexuality.
CHAPTER ONE - Analism: Questions and Answers
Ask the average American what anal intercourse is and the mere question will often shock. Yet the sexually curious needs his questions answered. Verbal explanations of bizarre sexual activities often satisfy the curious enough so that physical experimentation is unnecessary. Moreover, those who have - for whatever reasons - participated in the "unacceptable" expression of anal eroticism may have their anxieties allayed upon learning enough facts about this activity so that their misconceptions can be dispelled. The questions and answers in this chapter are presented to answer questions most commonly arising with regard to anal erotic practices.
What is anal eroticism?
Anal eroticism includes any act involving the anus which is performed for erotic stimulation or pleasure. In some rare cases, the mere act of defecation can be termed anal erotic. More commonly, anal eroticism is a general term used to cover such practices as anal intercourse, anal masturbation, and analingus.
What is anal intercourse?
As the name implies, anal intercourse is the insertion of the penis into the anus of either a male or female sex partner. In some instances, a man will have anal intercourse with an animal, either by inserting his penis into the anus of the animal, or allowing the animal to insert his penis into the man's anus. A few women have also reportedly resorted to anal intercourse with animals.
What is analingus?
Analingus is the tonguing and tongue penetration of the anus by a love partner.
What is anal masturbation?
Anal masturbation is an auto-erotic act in which sexual arousal and sexual satisfaction are achieved via vibrators and other penis-like objects that are inserted into the anus.
Are there other words for anal intercourse?
Pederasty, pedicatio, buggery, and sodomy are words used to describe anal intercourse.
What is the origin of terms that mean anal intercourse?
Both pederasty and pedication derive from the Greeks. These words originally designated the custom of Mellenic warriors during the Golden Age of Greece when the warriors took teenage youths to war for the purpose of performing anal intercourse on them. Today, these terms mean unnatural sex relations with males.
Buggery is a word that is derived from Bulgarian or Bulgar. This word was used in Europe and Great Britain in earlier centuries by people who believed homosexual practices were a trait characteristic of the Bulgars who migrated to Western Europe and to England.
Sodomy derives from Biblical description of the city of Sodom where homosexuality was prevalent.
All of the above terms mean anal intercourse, although sodomy is also used to describe any act that is deemed "unnatural" and includes bestiality. What happens in anal intercourse?
In anal intercourse, an active male (or, in some rare cases, an active female using a dildo) probes the anus of the love partner until the penis or dildo is inserted into the rectum. When the penis or dildo is firmly lodged into this body portion, normal copulatory movements are begun until a climax is reached by the active partner, or by both the active and the passive love partner.
Does anal intercourse hurt?
Some of those who have been the passive love partner in this practice report much initial pain when this practice is first begun, which becomes far less with each pederastic act. Others report negligible pain which is far overshadowed by the erotic pleasures that result. To some extent, the size of the penis and the size of the anus have much to do with the degree to which this practice may hurt either partner.
Does anal intercourse harm the body?
Generally, no permanent harm results from anal intercourse. Those who have passively participated in this practice for some time often have looser anal spincters which constrict less than those of abstainers. Besides a relaxation of the spincter, some effacements of the radiated folds in the anus can occur if this practice is indulged in for some time. Rarely, however, are there any serious difficulties caused by this practice, although a farmer in the United States was once reported to have died after he allowed a bull to bugger him.
What are the legal problems connected with anal intercourse?
In virtually every state of the Union and the District of Columbia, anal intercourse is considered a criminal act and is punishable by imprisonment and/or fine. The sentences for this act run from one to thirty years. U.S. military law enforces, upon conviction, a dishonorable discharge and up to five years confinement at hard labor. In all instances, anal intercourse is considered sodomy and/or a crime against nature.
Do women enjoy anal intercourse?
Some women report their erotic pleasures are greatly heightened when their husbands practice anal intercourse on them, although it is rare for a woman to prefer anal intercourse to genital intercourse. Although women in the Eastern part of the world have long participated in the act of anal intercourse, recent surveys undertaken indicate that more and more Western women are finding such pleasure from this act that they readily participate in any form of analism.
What are the portions of the body affected during anal intercourse?
The tongue and/or the penis of the active love partner are, of course, involved when anal intercourse occurs. In the passive love partner, the anus, the anal ring muscles (one small, superficial ring muscle near the base of the anus and a larger ring muscle a short distance above), also known as the sphincter muscles which control opening and closing of this body opening, and the rectum.
Is the rectum large enough for anal intercourse?
The size of the rectum in the average adult is eight to ten inches long. Moreover, like most body cavities, it can be stretched to a certain extent without physical damage.
Is there any manipulation of the sexual parts during anal intercourse?
The active love partner will often, during anal intercourse, massage the clitoris of the woman he sodomizes. When two men engage in this act, the active love partner will often have the passive male "sit" on his penis so the active partner can easily masturbate the penis of the passive male, so that both can achieve orgasm. In women, there is also some transmittal of voluntary and involuntary sexual spasms and contractions from the anus to the vagina.
Isn't anal intercourse a "dirty" thing to do?
If by dirty, one is referring to the fact that the rectum is a passageway for feces, then the judgement as to whether this act is "dirty" would rest with an individual's evaluation of what is "dirty. If all excretory material is deemed dirty, then the act of vaginal intercourse could also be deemed "dirty," since both the vagina and the penis are so closely involved in the act of urination. While this would be an individual value judgment, such a judgment should not be made on faulty information. The rectum does not contain fecal material except during the act of defecating, when this material is forced out of the sigmoid portion of the colon, into the rectum, and then immediately out of the body. During other times, the rectum is empty, although a slight residue may remain on rectal walls.
Is analism "abnormal"?
Most sexologists, psychiatrists, and medical men today hesitate to label any human activity "abnormal." Analistic activity can, however, be said to be one of the lesser discussed of human sexual activity, especially in the West.
What if a sex partner insists upon anal erotic activity?
More and more experts believe that there should be no moral judgment or legal penalties in regard to any sexual behavior between two consenting adults. But nearly all agree that an individual's reaction patterns must to a very great extent influence his behavior. If analism disgusts one partner but is desired by the second, the proper approach would be a frank discussion of feelings. One should not allow himself - or herself - to perform any act for which revulsion is felt. On the other hand, a frank discussion may tend to diminish revulsion to the point analism can be occasionally enjoyed to the benefit of both sex partners.
CHAPTER TWO - Anal Intercourse: Case History
It was way back in 1920 when Freud made the then-startling comment on anal response to sexual excitation: "... we must regard each individual as possessing an oral eroticism, an anal eroticism, a urethral eroticism, etc., and that the existence of mental complexes corresponding to these implies no judgment of abnormality or neurosis. The differences separating the normal from the abnormal can lie only in the relative strength of the individual components of the sexual instinct and the use to which they are put in the course of development."
While today this statement would be agreed upon by the majority of professional men and women who have studied the human sexual response, the average American is shocked and embarrassed when confronted with strong anal erotic desires and often becomes quite guilt-ridden if anal intercourse is attempted and enjoyed. We are not speaking here of the sexually sophisticated, who pride themselves on being open to all forms of sexual activity; or the sex rebellionists, who are prone to attempt all "unacceptable" sexual practices; or the sexual swingers, to which the entire body is one great sex playground, but of the typical, average married couple who had little sexual experience prior to marriage and to whom sexual experimentation is quite frightening.
It is perhaps through the related experiences of the sexually shy couple that one can gain the most insight into the reactions to anal practices that a majority of Americans might experience. For this reason, the following case history was selected as being representative of the typical married couple. Case history information is from the files and actual tape recording sessions of the marriage counselor with whom the couple discussed this problem and who granted this writer permission to present this case, with names changed, for publication.
This case deals with a forty-five-year-old husband who is an engineer at an aircraft firm located very close to a major metropolitan area and who shall be called Jerry. Jerry lives with his forty-one-year-old wife, Barbara, and his three teenage children in a comfortable suburban home near his place of employment. From all outward appearances, the family could only be termed typical. Their usual week invariably involves a late, leisurely dinner and a few hours of family conversation, watching TV, or study on the part of their teenagers. Weekends usually involve much work on household projects and casual visits from friends and relatives. Their primary form of entertainment was bridge playing with a few of their friends and an occasional party, or a Sunday dinner at a neighborhood restaurant. The educational level was similar: Jerry has a B.A. degree in engineering from a college in the Southwest and Barbara studied there for two years before deciding on a matrimonial ring in preference to a college degree. Their sixteen years of marriage has involved few upheavals, much solidity, and a low key of emotionality. Both Jerry and Barbara had come from broken homes, and were determined that theirs would be a peaceful one for their children. Jerry's father was an incurable job hopper, which caused his family much financial difficulty, and this no doubt was one reason why Jerry stays with his present company, although he has not received the promotions he feels he deserves. Both Jerry and Barbara attend church regularly, and it was the church minister who first suggested they seek the services of the marriage counselor.
Unlike many married couples who seek the services of a marriage counselor, Jerry and Barbara did not spend their time discussing the usual problems of finances, or differences of opinion about how to bring up their children, or how to spend their time. From the start, it was blatantly apparent that theirs was a sexual problem. Both reported that interest in the sexual act had waned in recent years to the point that Jerry, to Barbara's relief, did not insist upon intercourse as often as he had in the past.
"Quite frankly," Barbara confided to the marriage counselor, "I didn't enjoy sex with Jerry. I don't think I ever recall having an orgasm in all the years we've been married, in all the years I've subjected my body to his sexual advances. He was always too quick, too fast. And I never once got over my fears so that I could totally relax. I loved Jerry, and I still love him. He is a fine man and a good husband. But he is brutal when he comes to the bed. I don't know about other couples and what they do in their bedrooms, but Jerry gets too excited too fast and it is all over much too soon for my frightened reactions. And then he did that awful awful thing to me. I found it was hard to believe that my own husband, that sweet Jerry, would do such a horrible thing to me."
It was only through repeated sessions the marriage counselor held with Barbara that it was discovered that the horrible thing she referred to was one of anal intercourse. After this fact was established, Barbara became more verbal and more expressive, as if she wanted to convince the counselor that it was not her idea to do this at all.
"I was asleep one morning in my twin bed and I suppose I had thrown the covers off me because it was such a warm night. My nightgown hiked up on my buttocks, too, and, I suppose, that is what gave Jerry the idea. I was not even halfway awake when I felt this hardness probing my buttocks, spreading them, and then moving back and forth, up and down my anal area. Then I felt this same object - his thing pushing against it... harder and harder. I was so shocked I could hardly move, but he just kept at it, probing me there until he forced my cheeks open, wider, and wider. Then I felt this cold substance against me there and then I felt him squish deeper into my anus. He was excited, more excited than I ever recall him being. With trembling hands, he lifted my buttocks up and slipped his hand around and started fingering me, all the while pushing into me all the more. It was very painful and I asked him to stop but, again, with trembling voice to match his trembling hands, he begged me to 'Let him do it, to let him go in all the way.' I told him no, that it was wrong to do that and to stop it immediately and I even think I cried. Still he was pushing farther into me despite my cries and still he fingered me until my legs opened involuntarily. I remember thinking he was defiling me, that he was doing something very dirty, and then I heard him gasp and I knew he was going through the orgasm I had so often watched him experience when we were having normal intercourse and he was on top of me. When it was over with, I was astounded. Astounded that he would do that to me. I don't think I had ever heard of a couple doing that. I was shocked, and I told him so, and then I told him to never do that again!"
"Did he stop it?" asked the marriage counselor at this point.
"No, he didn't. Usually Jerry does as I ask, at least about sexual matters. But the next time we got together he wanted me to turn over on my stomach so he could do it again. I refused, naturally, but it wasn't too much longer before one morning, he was at me again before I woke up and my sleep was terminated with the realization his penis was again probing my anus and even getting a little bit of the distance past my anus. Isn't that disgusting!"
"At no point did you become excited while your husband did this to you?" queried the marriage counselor, who reported in his notes that the question appeared to shock and embarrass Barbara.
"What kind of a woman do you think I am, Doctor, to enjoy such a thing! Why it's nasty, and dirty. No self-respecting woman would ever allow that to happen, unless it were an unusual circumstance like it was with me, my being asleep and he doing it to me without my consent! If you knew, Doctor, how many times I've considered getting a divorce because of this, and I think I would, if it weren't for the children!"
Barbara's verbal reaction to her husband's attempts to have anal intercourse with her could easily be said to typify the verbal reactions of most women her age who have been more-or-less "sheltered" from uncommon sexual practices which are passed on either verbally or through writings. Yet her statements caused quite a few questions on the part of her marriage counselor. For one thing, Barbara denounced her husband's attempts to penetrate her anus with his penis, yet she also reported that this practice continued with much regularity.
"I've tried everything to make him stop, Doctor. But every chance he gets, he's at me again. Some nights I'm even afraid to go to bed, so fearful I am of again being used before I'm even awake the next morning. Why, I remember how Jerry used to leave me alone for months, not even seeming to be interested in me at all sexually. Now he's at me every chance he can get and I just don't know how to stop him. Please help me!"
Jerry's opinion of his wife's reactions to his attempts at anal intercourse differed greatly from that of his wife's. In one of his private sessions with the same marriage counselor, he gave the following explanation of how this practice began: "Barbara and I were having a very difficult time sexually, to say the least. I felt so badly about not being able to satisfy her sexually that I finally lost interest in performing that way at all. No matter what I seemed to do, it didn't seem to work. I even tried masturbating to ejaculation before having intercourse with her so I could last longer, but even when I pumped into her vagina for long times, she would still seem dry and only interested in having me get the whole thing over with so I could get off her. Several times I tried going down on her, to get her excited by licking her cunt but she would have nothing of that, although I was certain she would get excited enough by that if she would only let me do it. I knew all the while that Barbara was frustrated, and even though she said nothing and did not overtly urge me to become sexually aggressive, there were many gyrations and body movements that showed she needed sex. Then I began to notice something very strange, especially during the time right before her period.
"Around this time, probably during her sleep, she would throw off the covers on her bed and hike her nightgown up so I could see her big buttocks. The first time this happened, I looked at her the longest time there, but I did nothing at all. But after a couple of months of the same thing happening, I began to get ideas, especially after Barbara seemed to thrust her buttocks in my direction. I know she may have been asleep, that this may have been an unconscious movement on her part, but I was beginning to get excited myself.
"I had never ever thought of having anal intercourse with a woman until she started doing that. Once I did that when I was a boy, but I had never done it with a woman, but the more I thought about it, the more it sounded like a good idea. Then, too, in the mornings I usually wake up with a hard on, so the next time she started maneuvering her buttocks back and forth, I decided to take her up on her offer, even though her offer was an unconscious one. I had thought about doing this for quite some time and even asked one of the men at work about it. The guy had been around, I knew, and it was with a wide grin that he advised me to "spare the anus and to smear the vaseline," so I made sure there was some of that around. The next time Barbara tossed off the covers and hiked up her nightgown, I was ready and waiting. I got between her legs, and slowly began moving my erect penis back and forth between the crack in her buttocks. Because there was too much friction, I rubbed the tip of my penis with some of my saliva and found this greatly facilitated the movement of my penis between her buttocks. For a long time, and scarcely breathing, I kept moving my penis back and forth between her buttocks, until Barbara moaned in her sleep and darned if she didn't begin to lift her buttocks up.
"Gently, with my hands, I spread the cheeks of her buttocks so I could see her pink, puckered anus and I rubbed against it a little harder while I opened the bottle of vaseline and took quite a dab of it and placed it smack in the middle of her anus, and with the tip of my penis, moved the vaseline in a circular motion so that every portion of her anus was well covered with vaseline. She hadn't awakened, but she was getting excited, I knew, because when I took my penis away or when I stopped my body movements, she would move her buttocks back and forth as if they were independently begging me to continue.
"I did. Her movements got me more excited than ever, and I decided to take the plunge, I began exerting a great deal of pressure with my prick. I began pushing against her small anus until the tip of my penis burst past that tiny opening. As soon as I made some headway, I noticed that Barbara's head was moving back and forth and that she was moaning as well and that she had moved her buttocks upward as if to make it easier for me to enter her. This got me all the more excited and I pushed in even more and reached around with my hand so I could tickle her clitoris. She really began to move after that, but the whole thing had gotten her to wake up. For a while, she must have still been in that nebulous zone of after-sleep, but before being awake because she was as excited as all hell, but when she awoke, that was all she wrote. Then, she wanted me to stop the whole thing.
"At least, that is what she said she wanted me to do, but when I began to remove my penis from her anus and her buttocks, she moved upward as if she wanted it captured inside her permanently. So I just kept on, pushing in harder and harder and fingering her clit, even though she kept whispering for me to stop. I thought it interesting, too, that she whispered almost as if she felt she had to say something to stop me but hoped I could not hear it. Presently, she began to widen her legs and this created an even greater tightness where I was up her anus and it seemed like she was contracting there, too, because it felt like my penis was being sucked into her anus. I was really excited by all this, and I couldn't help but ejaculate and I did, spilling most of my come into her anus, but a lot of it went over her buttocks, and I got a special thrill, moving the semen back and forth along the crack of her buttocks and I was also thrilled by her begging me to stop while her buttocks were still lifting to me. She told me later, she didn't appreciate what I did to her and that it was dirty and a nasty thing to do, but that didn't stop her from shoving the covers off her the very next morning and to again present those beautiful buttocks of hers to my view. So I did it again, and Barbara moaned all the more."
"I take it then," the counselor interjected at this point, "that you continued sodomizing your wife."
"Of course I did! Wouldn't you if your wife practically pushed her butt in your face?"
"But let's discuss your problem, Mr. - You state that your wife repeatedly asked you to stop trying to have anal intercourse with her but that you continued despite her wishes."
"You bet I did, and it's a lucky thing I did! Because just about the fifteenth time I did that, Barbara really got excited and began moving that pretty butt of hers back and forth so I could get as far in as I could go and even took my hand and moved it, hard, back and forth along her clitoris. And she came, Doctor. She had her first orgasm that I can recall that way... and she loved it, she loved every minute of it."
"You mean to say your wife enjoyed that way of making love?"
"That's exactly what I mean to say, Doctor. Oh, she never would admit she likes it. After each time, even now when she orgasms, she keeps saying I shouldn't have done that. And I can never approach her unless she's sleeping, or pretending to sleep, but she entices me regularly. Only now it's not just rarely, or once a month, that her bare butt is signaling me to mount it, now it's more like once a week, sometimes more."
"What would you say if I told you that your wife had asked me to try and get you to stop sodomizing her?" the marriage counselor asked at this point.
"Oh, that wouldn't surprise me at all. That would sound exactly right. She probably did, but she doesn't really want me to stop. She enjoys it, she just doesn't want to admit it!"
Here was a situation, the counselor pointed out in his notations, where a breakdown in sexual communication was caused by one party's feeling of guilt over the enjoyment of a sexual act that is considered so unacceptable that it is punishable by imprisonment in most of the United States. And herein, to be sure, the marriage counselor had great difficulty in determining his proper approach. Obviously, he noted, both Jerry and Barbara enjoyed this act, but Barbara's guilt prevented her from admitting it. The only enjoyable sex that ever seemed to occur was anal intercourse, and this was invariably performed on a woman who was either sleeping or pretending to sleep so she would not have to assume responsibility for her act, or for the enjoyment of the act. Yet it was this shame and guilt that prevented Barbara from transferring the sexual penetration point from her anus to her vagina. In other words, the counselor correctly calculated, "so long as Barbara refuses to participate in this act of anal intercourse with her husband when she is fully aware and awake, the practice of anal intercourse will continue. If she can, however, accept the responsibility of enjoying anal intercourse, she can then suggest normal intercourse as well. It is imperative that the wife's guilt be removed."
Therefore, the marriage counselor deemed it important that the act of anal intercourse be discussed in the presence of both Jerry and Barbara and a series of sessions were scheduled with this in mind. The counselor explained to the couple that sometimes an open discussion of certain practices helped to remove misconceptions one might have. In this session, and in subsequent sessions, the counselor pointed out to Jerry and Barbara that the anus is richly supplied with nerve endings, just as the entrance to the vagina is, and that there are abundant end organs of touch around the anus. The counselor also pointed out that the anal ring muscles can sometimes be erotically stimulating.
"You may have noticed during normal intercourse," the counselor said to Barbara, "that when Jerry stimulates your clitoris or the areas around it, there are contractions in the anal muscle. That would not be unusual because there are some muscles, especially in women, which both the vagina and the anus share in common, and activity in the vagina can stimulate the anus and vice versa. In fact," the counselor told the couple, "when orgasm is achieved, the resultant spasms may rhythmically open and close the anal ring muscles."
The counselor pointed out that while most people are physically capable of deep erotic anal responses, many people have mental blocks against this practice. "However," the counselor stated, "many couples find occasional enjoyment in this practice, and most of the professionals who have studied this matter do not feel anal intercourse an aberration if it is infrequently resorted to."
"Do you mean that other couples do that... and enjoy it?" Barbara interjected.
"Precisely," the marriage counselor answered. "Many of the couples I counsel resort to anal intercourse when the wife is menstruating, or when other positions become boring. Some of them report that anal stimulation further enhances their sex activities and that it is often used as a preliminary tactic to heighten sexual arousal. The main reason I feel this practice is sometimes beneficial is that the couple who can occasionally enjoy anal intercourse usually does not feel that any portion of theirs, or their mate's body is 'dirty' or 'offensive' and that, therefore, their sex enjoyment is far greater than that of couples who abstain from certain acts because they seem 'wrong' or 'dirty.'" From this session onward, Barbara made remarkable progress. Once she learned that not all doctors condemned this practice and that many married couples often resorted to anal intercourse on certain occasions and for variety, she allowed herself to enjoy it. The next time Jerry attempted to enter her anally, it was Barbara who took hold of his penis and helped his entry. It was Barbara, also, who took Jerry's hand and guided it to her clitoris, and it was Barbara, again, who became quite active when Jerry had penetrated to the fullest extent and was lying prone on her back so he could cup both of her breasts. The wild movements Barbara made, moving her buttocks back and forth, up and down, fully ignited Jerry's passions. More and more did he thrust inward, until their excitement was mutual, and it was a mutual orgasm they both experienced... and could talk about later.
No longer in sessions did Barbara put the total blame on her husband. The change was, in fact, remarkable, as Barbara discussed her erotic nature and her sexual encounters with her husband in much detail.
"Doctor, for the first time in my life I feel like a real woman, instead of a little girl. Now it's not always Jerry who makes the first move. Sometimes, even when he's a little tired, I become the aggressor. When the children are out, or have gone to sleep, and Jerry and I are watching the television, I sometimes get an ache in my sexual parts and in my anus. Sometimes I feel a slight itching in my anus and I nearly swoon with the thought of his penis inside it. So even if he looks like he is going to doze off, I sometimes approach him and gently begin to rub his penis until it gets slightly hard. Then it is a simple mater of unzipping his pants so I can get to his penis and suck and tongue it until Jerry gets so aroused he suggests we go into the bedroom.
"Once we're in the bedroom, it's like the sex I one time only dreamed about, but never thought really existed. It's a 'no-holds-barred' sex, now, doctor, and it's pretty wonderful. Sometimes Jerry goes at me every way he can, he licks my privates and sometimes he tongues my anus. I like it when he tongues me both places and I like him going up me both places, too. Sometimes he starts in my vagina, probing me there with his penis and then slowly forcing himself upward into me while I help him by moving my buttocks back and forth. If I don't seem to get excited fast enough that way, he'll withdraw real fast, and turn me over. That's when he begins to go up my anus. It's a lot easier for him to get in now, that's for sure. It's like my anus opens the minute Jerry's penis is poised in front of it. I love it when he goes up me there. It feels so wonderful. He goes up me there and my clitoris and my vagina begin throbbing along with my anus. It's the most excruciating feeling I've ever had in my life!!!"
Barbara reports she still has multiple orgasms during anal intercourse, especially when her husband fondles her clitoris or breasts while his penis is pumping her anal and rectal walls, but on one session, she had still another item that created in her much excitement.
"Doctor, you'll never guess what happened last week! We were doing it like we usually do, with him up my anus and he was all excited and so was I when I was surprised that my vagina was throbbing as if it just had to have Jerry's penis. The more I thought about this, the more excited I got about it and I finally moved away from Jerry and took his penis out of my anus. Then I just turned right over on the bed and spread my legs real wide and started fondling my breasts and pushing my vagina up and down, so it would be easier for him to get inside.
"He came right up against me and when he entered me, I was so lubricated he went right to the top of it with one plunge and then he started pumping me... and pumping me... and pumping me. I started screaming as I was coming and I had one spasm after another, until I thought my entire body was going to burst! And then he came, and collapsed on top of me, his body as wet with sweat as mine!"
Both Barbara and Jerry reported that from that particular night, their incidence of vaginal intercourse increased, and their incidence of anal intercourse decreased.
"It was not that I liked the anal intercourse any less, Doctor, but that I liked vaginal intercourse better! It was easier for him to slide back and forth in my vagina, and I could watch his expressions and that made me excited all the more. Then, too, this way we could kiss one another all over the face and ears and we could tongue one another while we were having intercourse, too. Oh, we still have anal intercourse once in a while, but somehow, it's not as satisfying as it is when we both have an orgasm during normal intercourse!"
Here was a case where clarification and understanding helped to alter a near aberration into normal behavior. The important clue one can find in the case of Jerry and Barbara is that it was important that an act most of society condemns had to be performed, acknowledged, accepted, and understood before normal sex could be enjoyed. Until Barbara and Jerry had anal intercourse, Barbara had had only minor climaxes, if any climaxes at all. After orgasm through anal intercourse, orgasm through normal intercourse was just a short time away. Today, any doctor, upon hearing Jerry and Barbara discuss their sex life, could only feel that theirs is a normal sex life and, in fact, an ideal one, since inhibitions do not seem to get in the way of their sexual enjoyment.
Barbara and Jerry might be said to be most fortunate, however, for other doctors report more difficulty is caused by husbands who insist on anal intercourse than might be commonly assumed. In his Variations in Sexual Behavior, Caprio states that, "Many women patients who are referred for psychiatric treatment because of a conversion neurosis complain that they are subjected to rectal intercourse. One such patient reported that her husband preferred sodomy to coitus. Part of his gratification was derived from the pleasure of causing his wife pain (anal sadism). She stated that she had to bite the pillow in order to endure the acute discomfort she experienced during the insertion of the husband's penis into her rectum. Analysis of the husband disclosed a pronounced sadistic component which was traced to sexual excitement during childhood."
However, as Barbara and Jerry's case illustrates, anal intercourse can in some instances enhance the marital relationship, for as Kinsey's Sexual Behavior in the Human Female points out, "The anus, like the entrance to the vagina is richly supplied with nerves, but the rectum, like the depths of the vagina, is a tube which is poorly supplied with sensory nerves. However, the receiving partner, male or female, often reports that the deep penetration of the rectum may bring satisfaction which is, in many respects, comparable to that which may be obtained from a deep vaginal insertion."
In the same study, Kinsey reports "... contractions of the anal sphincter, whether they be involuntary or initiated by erotic stimulation, may bring contractions of the muscles that extend into the genitalia and produce erection in the male or movement of the genital parts in the female. As a matter of fact, contractions of the anal sphincter appear to produce contractions of muscles in various remote parts of the body, including areas as far away as the throat and the nose. Anal contractions may cause the sides of the nose to flare, and the subject is inclined to inhale deeply - both of which are characteristic aspects of an individual who is responding sexually. When the clinician has difficulty in bringing a patient out of anesthesia, he may start deep breathing by inserting a gloved finger into the anus of the patient."
It does appear that all people share an ability to react physically to anal stimulation. As for those people who develop their anal erotic responses to the point where they preclude other sexual behavior, they are sick, and we shall meet them in subsequent chapters.
CHAPTER THREE - Analism: East and West
For the most part, Western man is repulsed at the idea of anal intercourse and is prone to consider sodomy a most unnatural and sinful act, even though the anus might offer him more physical satisfaction than the vagina he is conditioned to seek. During his quest for sexual fulfillment, psychical factors more often than not make anal intercourse an impossible act. Western man's tendency to consider the anus part and parcel of the excrement it voids create feelings of revulsion at the mere thought of such an unhygienic act. With the exception of certain eras, and certain nationalities, ancient Rome, for instance, and Napoleon's Paris, heterosexual sodomy has been an unspeakable practice, although certainly it has often been an act Westerns do perform.
Although there are few historical references to pederasty in the Western world, Henry Spencer Ashbee, (1834-1900) presents some interesting observations on the extent of sodomite practices in the West in his book, A Complete Guide to Forbidden Books.
"Sodomy, a vice much indulged in by the Ancients, has continued in greater or lesser degrees up to the present day, for although the laws of all civilized countries are at present so strict against it, there can be no doubt that both amateurs and catamites do still exist and that there is no capital in Europe where the debauche cannot satisfy his depraved taste.
"The chain, indeed, can be carried through clearly enough. One has but to read the Greek and Latin authors to be convinced to what extent this vice was indulged in, both in Greece and Rome of antiquity; the Knights of Malta were most certainly addicted to it, and coupled with it even more filthy practices which they had formed into a kind of heathen worship. In monasteries and among soldiers it was in all times more or less practiced, and is even among the French army of the present day, derived, as the Marquis de Boisy supposes, from the Arabs. In the East, it is, without possibility of contradiction, generally indulged in, and the worshippers of Brahma are greatly given to it.
"But although it is evident that sodomy has always been practised where bodies of men, deprived of communication with the other sex, have been massed together, more perhaps in such cases to satisfy the demands of nature than to infringe her laws, or from taste or inclination; and although it is equally certain that there are still to be found debauches who have a predilection of sodomy, both active and passive, yet I believe that to Italy and France alone must be reserved the honour (or rather dishonour) of having possessed societies of men of fortune, influence and position, banded together under oaths of secrecy and obedience, and with codes of defined rules, etc., for the sole purpose of indulging with one another in this heinous vice, to the total exclusion of the opposite sex."
Ashbee also mentions having been told by a Paris man, "whose word I cannot doubt, that not many years ago there were held yearly at Paris, during the time of the Carnival, balls of sodomites and catamites where women were not admitted, but where the men came in male or female attire, indiscriminately; they danced, kissed and behaved to each other with even more license than in similar reunions of both sexes. My friend assured me that he had witnessed these infamous assemblies, and that they were tolerated, and even encouraged by the police, in order to keep up their knowledge of the persons addicted to the crime, and to learn, year by year, what new members were added to their ranks."
Sodomite acts in the Western world have, from time to time, prompted severe punishments. In the fifteenth century, a Venetian youth was decapitated and burned for committing sodomy. In this same century, a married man was imprisoned for committing an act of sodomy on his wife, and several others received sentences ranging up to four years punishment.
In 1631, one English Lord Audley was tried, found guilty and beheaded for an act of rape and sodomy with his wife, and nearly two hundred years later, in 1810, a drummer of the guards and an ensign were likewise convicted of sodomy and both were sentenced to death.
One can find, in the August, 1867, New York Medical Journal, some mention of American sodomite practices in a quote by Dr. W. D. Buck, who was president of the New Hampshire State Medical Society. His quote reads: "A distinguished surgeon in New York City twenty-five years ago said, when Dupuytren's operation for relaxation of the spincter ani was in vogue, every young man who came from Paris found every other individual's anus too large, and proceeded to pucker it up. The result was that the New York anuses looked like gimlet holes in a piece of pork."
The subject of sodomy has even penetrated the political annals, for the Chinese, in an 1800 propaganda piece against the West, advise readers, "The vilest of all is the Greek sect, which is but a branch of the T'ien-chu (Catholic) religion, and is prevalent in Russia and England. When the children, whether male or female, are three months old, they insert a tube in the anus in order to enlarge it, so that afterwards it may be convenient for the practice of sodomy. They, however, take out this tube at night, which they call 'preserving the constitution.'" Today, in the Western world, anal intercourse is sometimes entered into in preference to vaginal intercourse so that pregnancy will not occur. In some instances, a young woman will resort to anal intercourse to please her boy friend while being certain her virginity will remain intact. Husbands and wives sometimes practice anal intercourse, but rarely do they discuss it. Homosexuals often practice anal intercourse, especially in those male relationships where there is a clear delineation between the active and the passive male, the passive male, to all practical purposes becoming a substitute for the female, offering his anal orifice much as a woman offers her vagina. Children often become interested in viewing, licking and penetrating the anus, but this interest wanes considerably after parental punishment. Thus, it might be said that Western man's confrontation with the anus has been limited, to say the least, and fraught with inordinate fears, feelings of disgust and repulsion, and a strong sense of guilt even in the enjoyment of the excretory act.
Eastern man is far different. It is not known whether or not pederasty originated in the East, but the contrast in attitudes between the East and the West is startling. Those who are Easterners have a tolerance and acceptance of their baser natures that appears all the more astounding when contrasted with the hate and hysteria that runs rampant in the West. This Eastern tolerance extends to anal intercourse, as it does to all sexual acts. It had been noted by Dr. Jacobus that "the Arab is an active pederast and a sodomist, cultivating with equal taste the male and female orifice. It matters little to him which it is." Yet there is a physical reason that in part explains the popularity of anal intercourse in the East.
Man's sexual pleasure to a very great extent depends upon the friction of the penis, and Middle Eastern and African women are known to have large genital organs, even when they are virgins. Climatic heat tends to further dilate the vagina such that it has a great lack of elasticity, especially after much copulation and following childbirth. In all women, the anal muscles have far greater "grabbing power" than do their vaginal muscles, and this contrast is emphasized in those climates which tend to dilate the vagina.
According to Sir Richard F. Burton, this dilation occurs in what he calls the "sotadic zone," which he describes as follows: "1. There exists what I shall call a 'Sotadic Zone,' bounded westward by the northern shores of the Mediterranean (N. Lat. 43 degrees) and by the southern (N. Lat. 30 degrees). Thus the depth would be 780 to 800 miles including meridonal France, the Iberian Peninsula, Italy and Greece, with the coast regions of Africa from Morocco to Egypt.
"2. Running eastward, the Sotadic Zone narrows, embracing Asia Minor, Mesopotamia and Chaldaea, Afghanistan, Sind, the Punjab, and Kashmir.
"3. In Indo-China the belt begins to broaden, enfolding China, Japan and Turkistan.
"4. It then embraces the South Sea Islands and the New World, where, at the time of its discovery, Sotadic love was, with some exceptions, an established racial institution.
"5. Within the Sotadic Zone the Vice is popular and endemic, held at the worst to be a mere peccadillo, whilst the races to the North and South of the limits here defined practise it only sporadically amid the opprobrium of their fellows, who, as a rule, are physically incapable of performing the operation and look upon it with the liveliest disgust."
This viewpoint is also shared by Dr. Julius Rosenbaum, who, in his book, The Plague Of Lust, states: "Pederasty appears, as is the case with all sexual perversions, to owe its origin to the stimulation of the Asiatic climate, the mother of exuberance and voluptuousness. The primary condition of its genesis may be easily traced, if side by side with the dictum of Forberg (Hermaphroditus: 'The pleasure of the sodomite is readily intelligible, since all voluptuous pleasure depends on the friction of the penis'), we take into consideration the fact that the genital organs of Asiatic women - a fact true also of Italian and Spanish women - like their whole bodies, exhibit great looseness, and further note that the sphincter ani muscle far and away surpasses the constrictor cunni in strength." Sexual observers, including Burton, have noted that in the countries of Turkey, Persia, Afghanistan, and Kashmir, in which heterosexual sodomy is common, that the women have hanging breasts and slack vaginas. It is also perhaps noteworthy that several Eastern languages have words that emphasize the tight anus, such as the Turkish byuzyuk, which means that which is contracted, the Persian shusteh, which means that which is tight and narrow, and the Hindustani gandh, which means knot. The Hindus also have a word which means anus beater, (gandhmara) and another which means anuser (gandhu).
Sexologists report that heterosexual sodomy is widespread throughout Africa and Asia, and have quoted Muslims who report that more than half of their females not only desire anal intercourse, but actively seek it, while the remainder are content to experience it incidentally. For the Muslims, as well as for other Eastern nationalities, anal intercourse is very close to vaginal intercourse in popularity. In the Islamic East, the desire for anal intercourse has helped to make an institution out of girls who dress as boys for employment in houses of entertainment. In The Cradle of Erotica, by Allen Edwardes and R.E.L. Masters, the following mention of these girls is made: "These serving girls, many of whom are lesbians, generally wear their hair bobbed like that of a boy - and for all outward appearances they are effeminate males! The ghulamiyeh (she-boy) keeps her pubes and anus plucked clean and smooth of hair, and every day she conscientiously exercises her anal spincter to strengthen and retain its superior muscle tone. Sometimes, if the price is right, she will submit to bilateral fornication, whereby she becomes 'apt for two tricks,' per anum and per cunnum, taking two males at one time."
As to how the "she-boys" perform, Edwardes and Masters has this to say: "The ghulamiyeh will assume in analism (istaneh) the same squatting posture as the ghulam (catamite). The active partner, el-istani (the analist) or el-fa'il (the doer, counterpart of el-meful, the done) will squat close behind the passive partner and insert his glans penis between her buttocks. Then, as he embraces her, she will lower her posterior and, by twisting round and round, gradually force his glans penis inside the anal orifice. Penetration having been effected, the girl will begin to 'grind' by lurching and swiveling her buttocks; while the man, reaching around with his hands, will tender a continuous rubbing of her vulva, particularly the clitoris. Tremorous undulations and rippling constrictions stir her vaginal and rectal tracts, touched off by the clitoral titillation and masturbatory manipulation of her cunnus, followed by a violent and prolonged convulsion of the pelvic muscles at the approach of, during, and just after the orgasm."
For more insight into the desire of Easterners for both heterosexual and homosexual sodomy, one need only turn to Dr. Paolo Mantegazza's l'Amour dans l'Humanite, in which he states: "It is easy to explain the voluptuous inclination of the active sodomist, who derives from the act a true erotic pleasure by way of a path selected for the extreme narrowness of diameter it affords. This explains why it is that in many countries sodomy is practiced only upon boys, and it likewise explains why this vice is a good deal more common in warm countries, where the woman is often dishearteningly large in her sex organ and where nudity is ever visible and women are easy to be had, all of which are circumstances that are but spurs to lust."
There are many reports of lust running rampant in the East to the extent that in Pakistan, a warning is given to women who are traveling through Afghani, Kashmir, and Bindi to beware, or they may suffer anal rape. Indian women and girls are often said to be raped both anally and vaginally if they are unescorted, but this act is not limited to women solely, as was pointed out in the introduction to this book. Men are also threatened by Eastern rapists, and if caught, will also suffer anal rape, masturbation, or being forced to perform fellatio. If his sexual organs do not please his captors, castration or mutilation may also occur. A firsthand report of this rampant and uncontrollable lust is given by Hendrik de Leeuw, in his book, Sinful Cities of the Western World. He writes: "With passions unhampered by moral restraint, the Moor indulges, and does so wildly, in dissipations of the worst nature. Often he admits to incest, which seems to have for him a most captivating fascination. And, a more common abnormality, Moors and Arabs are abject homosexuals... And there is probably no person elsewhere in the world who enjoys sex gratification with animals - dead or alive - in such a measure as do the Moors of the Maghreb... It is understandable that many develop into sadists who delight in inflicting cruel and degrading acts on others... "
And more: "Knowing nothing of morality, they have no strength of will. They resemble animals in their repeated yielding to impulse."
Throughout the Eastern world, then, we find analism not only commonly occurring, but also commonly accepted both by men and women. If one is to take the observations of sexologists as gospel truth, analism is not only reportedly customary in the peoples of Indonesia and Malaya, but Chinese girls in Southeast Asia often take opium, which anesthetizes and dilates the anus and then allow their boy friends to sodomize them. Chinese men reportedly often prefer entering the woman via her rectum, so that they can have the head of their penis tightly held by the woman's anus, while they press the woman's buttocks close together so that the utmost friction is felt on their penises. And, it is not just a rarity that a Chinese or Japanese woman will, when engaged in the act of vaginal intercourse, insert a handkerchief up the anus of her lover, which she yanks during the moment her lover achieves orgasm.
Thus, it might appear that, regarding anal intercourse, "East is East and West is West and never the twain shall meet." The attitudes and mores of the East seem to lend support to anal intercourse, while those of the West do not. Still, even in the West, anal intercourse does occur despite social stigmas against this practice and in spite of punishments enacted for this act. Sodomy is today more openly discussed and written about in the West. Does this indicate a Western trend toward anus beating? Or, will Western man soon discover to his shock and dismay that, in bedrooms throughout the United States, analism is a regular part of sexual interplay and that anal intercourse is a common occurrence rather than a rarity? These are questions that will be dealt with in later chapters, but as for the present time, let us analyze the writings of both Eastern and Western man, which supply some additional insights into analistic practice.
CHAPTER FOUR - Analism in Literature
Eastern literature treats the subject of anal intercourse far more calmly and openly than Western literature, and in some cases, either humorously or quite matter-of-factly. Setting the Eastern pace is the El-Quran, which advises: The female is your field; Till her in whatever way you will.
Far Eastern ditties relating to anal intercourse are popular as well: The worth of crack the Afghan knows, The worth of hole the Kabuli chose! And it is an Arab saying that states: "The penis smooth and round was made With anus for to fit; It would look just like a hatchet, Were it made for sake of slit."
Even the "she-boy" discussed in the previous chapter is immortalized in Eastern literature, for the poet Abu Nowas, himself a pederast, writes: Wine comes from coynted one, Dressed as if she had a peeter; She has two lovers, cunnuser And anus beater.
And this same poet, again on the same subject of the woman's performance in anal intercourse, writes: The other day, or rather night, She showed a grotto sweet and tight; And when I said, "That's out of fashion," Instead of flying in a passion, She turned quite round and smiled, "I know That modern men do not do so; See, I am up-to-date," she said.
In the book Arabian Nights, there is an indication that anal intercourse was something of a fad even in classical times, for a satire in this book states: She offered me a tender coynte; But I, "I will not swive," replied. She drew back, saying, "Destiny Turns him from truth who's turned aside, And futtering frontwise in our time, Is fain abandoned and decried!" So round she swung, showed shining rump Like lump of silver, her backside. "Well done, O mistress mine; no more Am I in pain for thee," I cried, "Whose hole of all Allah's openings Is sure the tightest, never wide!"
Perhaps even more illustrative of the enthusiasm with which the Easterner approaches the subject of anal intercourse is the classic Chinese love novel Chin P'ing Mei. The novel has many references to analism, and has been read by many generations of Chinese, who no doubt get many erotic ideas from it. The following excerpt reveals much about Chinese pederastic propensities, which are reportedly as strong today as they were in classic times, when young servant boys were required to satisfy the sexual desires of their masters via masturbation and anal copulation: Hsi-men opened the boy's robe, pulled down his pants, and gently stroked his penis... While the boy surrendered his bottom to a mighty warrior, Hsi-men stroked his stiff penis... Said the boy: "He pushed his poker so violently between my buttocks that today they are swollen with great pain. When I ask him to stop, he pushes his poker in and out all the more." In this same classic, a much-detailed description of heterosexual anal intercourse is offered, as well: Porphyry stroked his warrior, and soon it arose proudly. The veins stood out and it appeared to be a livid purple. His passion blazed like fire. His spear was exceedingly hard. He told the woman to lift herself up on hands and knees like a mare, and he thrust himself forward into the flower at the rear. He did this one hundred and fifty times, beating the woman's bottom with a loud noise. She, with her fingers between her thighs, played with the stamen of her frontward flower and called him endearing names unceasingly.
Still Hsi-men was not content. He bade the woman turn over and tied her feet with two ribbons to the bedpost. He began by playing the game of the golden dragon stretching its claws; and he drove himself hither and thither, now this way and anon that way. He brought the lamp nearer and bent his head to watch the movements. As often as he drew out his sword, so often she resheathed it to the very hilt herself; and they did this one hundred and fifty times. Porphyry, her voice trembling, called him every endearing word she could think of. Soon he drew it out entirely, and he put a considerable amount of red powder upon the top. Then, when he again pushed himself into the woman's blossom, he tickled her so much that she was hardly able to endure it. Lifting herself up, she implored him to push deeper, but the man deliberately played at the opening, gently rubbing the heart of the flower, for he did not wish to go down any deeper. Love liquid flowed from the woman like sap oozing from a tree. Under the light, Hsi-men beheld her dazzling-white legs as they lay raised and wrapped around both sides of his body. When he felt her tremble, his own legs trembled also; and feeling this made him even more savage than before.
The woman received his lotus stalk into her bud at the back door and spoke very pleasant words. Hsi-men, incited by the wine which he had been drinking, held her legs tightly together and lunged violently forward. Proceeding with greatest force and fury, he entered into her almost three hundred times; while the woman's tongue was so cold that she could not speak. Hsi-men was hardly breathing himself, but suddenly the essence shot forth and he enjoyed the utmost pleasure.
Hsi-men set the woman on the edge of the bed, pulled down her trousers, took his member in hand and attacked her blossom at the back door. He pushed himself to and fro more than a hundred times, making a loud noise. From their rapid breathing and their behavior it looked as though they wished to break the bed in pieces.
He took a little of the red powder from the silver box and put it into the horse's eye. Immediately the medicine took effect. His member stood straight, an amazingly terrible sight; its head swelled and the eye opened wide; the purple veins stood out; it was a dark reddish-brown color, like the liver, nearly seven inches long, and much thicker than usual! Hsi-men Ch'ing was highly pleased; he decided that the medicine was a very fine thing. The woman, sitting naked upon the man's bed, took his weapon in her hand.
She said in a choking voice, "Oh, my dearest man, your marvelous member will be the death of me." Soon she murmured again, "My life, my joy, wouldn't you again like to pluck love's fruit at the back door?" He turned the woman over on her belly and advanced his mighty warrior. His attack was so violent as to produce a loud noise. "Push in, push in, my darling," cried Porphyry, "don't hold back! Thrust home as hard as you can; your pleasure will be the greater!" Hsi-men pulled her thighs wide apart and plunged furiously forward; while the woman, murmuring tremulously, fingered the stamen of her little flower.
"Today," the man said, "I want to play with the flower in the back court. Will you let me?"
"You shameless fellow," the woman said. "You have played that game often enough."
Hsi-men Ch'ing laughed. "Little oily mouth," he said, "don't you understand that I am particularly fond of this kind of play? I will only put it there for a little while."
Thus urged, the woman said, "I don't believe you can do it. Your thing is too big. But take the ring from its head and I will try."
Hsi-men Ch'ing took off the sulphur ring and left only the clasps at the root. He bade the woman to get on the bed, to raise herself on her hands and knees, and to lift her buttocks high. He put some spittle on his spear and moved slowly forward. But the head of his member, haughty and unyielding, was willing to go in only a short distance. The woman knit her brow and bit her handkerchief. "My darling," she said, "do not go in too fast; my back door is not like the front door. I feel you inside as if I were afire."
He plunged violently forward.
The woman turned her head and looked at him. "Darling," she said, "it is painful enough. Why are you so violent? Won't you let yourself come now?"
But Hsi-men would not. He held her legs, while he watched his weapon going to and fro and cried, "Be kind to me, you little whore, and call me your darling; then you will take me entirely."
The woman closed her eyes and said something like the whisper of a bird. She gently shook her willow-like waist and thrust her sweet body forward to meet his. The sound was so soft that no words can describe it. After a time, Hsi-men felt that the essence of his manhood was ready. He pressed his thighs together and thrust forward with such an awesome sound that the woman said she could bear no more. When the time came, he pulled her backward toward himself; he plunged into the depths of her bottom, and he enjoyed the greatest pleasure. She took him entirely into her rearward receptacle; he spent profusely, and then they lay interlaced upon the bed.
Literature, as well as artifacts, reveals man's interest in anal intercourse. Vases uncovered from past civilizations depict females being sodomized by satyrs and men, and an analysis of the literature similarly reveals not only an interest, but a report of such activities. In the Western world, such artifacts and literature are not commonly available. While many libraries have books on this subject of sodomy, pictures of such artifacts and such artifacts themselves, they are not available to the general public. Were it not for books covering "unacceptable" subjects, usually erotic, which are distributed to the general public by various publishing houses that are dedicated to disseminating information about man's sexual behavior, often at the risk of fine and imprisonment, this information would still be available to a limited few.
In the 1786 edition of An Account of the Remains of the Worship of Priapus, for instance, one very noteworthy illustration was deleted by the publisher, no doubt in order to prevent legal difficulty by outraged defenders of public decency. The engraving was of a fragment from one of the ancient temples in alto relievo two feet six inches long, and one foot six inches high.
The fragment was excavated from the island of Elephanta, near Bombay, and contains five figures, three men and two women. The fragment shows one woman fellating a man, while the other woman is standing between two men, pressing the penis of one man between her breasts while the other man sodomizes her.
As for Western literature, one can find that sodomy was depicted by the erotic book connoisseur Ashbee, as being "a constant and favorite theme with the erotic writers of France and Italy, and the infamous Marquis de Sade harps on it continually."
Among the books Ashbee has in mind is Alcibiade Enfant A l'Ecole, published in 1866, which is a treatise in dialogue on sodomy. The book related school experiences of a beautiful youth named Alcibiade, and the attempts of his teacher to entice him into the act of anal intercourse, which finally does occur.
Another English erotic classic, The Battles of Venus, a parody of the Kama Sutra, published in 1760, spells out how one woman may be enjoyed by two men at the same time. After many references to normal intercourse, and oral intercourse, the author writes: "The next in degree of pleasure to this mode, (cunnilingus) is perhaps that of enjoying her in the rear.
"In this species it must be confessed that, besides the pleasure of novelty and variety, the breast and belly of the woman are not unenjoyed by the roving pressure of the man's hands; and moreover there are certainly two additional gratifications not known in the former instance, namely the feeling of her plump, warm buttocks planted in his lap, and the pleasure of handling the delightful Mount of Venus, at the same time that he is fixed in and enjoying it behind.
"The performance would doubtless require an extent of parts; but whoever reflects on their proverbial extensive quality, will not doubt of their admitting with ease two guests, after a trial or two, and with sufficiency of natural or artificial lubrication, provided themselves could accommodate their entrance to the convenience of the other.
"And in the way above alluded to, I am confident that it might be effected. The woman must lie straight, on either side, and the man who attacks her in front must, after entering her, lift her uppermost leg on his buttock. The antagonist in the rear must then accommodate himself to her posture and glide in likewise.
"The men may knock her as hard as they will; so long as the woman is careful to keep herself exactly straight, and not to withdraw from one or the other, their violent shocks will only serve to make her more fixed and steady." Two other more minor erotic classics also deal with the subject of sodomy. La France Galante depicts a society of men who met for sodomite purposes and an anti-religious London classic, The Fruit Shop, refers to the female anus as a "Bye-Way to Heaven."
One of the most well-known defenses of sodomy was written by the British poet Lord Byron, who was reported to have separated from his beautiful heiress wife, Anna Isabella, because of his insistence on - and her refusal of - pederastic activities. His poem, Don Leon, consists of 1,455 lines and was first published in 1866. Two portions most pertinent to sodomy follow: That time it was, as we in parlance wiled Away the hours, my wife was big with child. Her waist which looked so taper as a maid, Like some swol'n butt its bellying orb displayed, And love, chagrined, beheld his favourite cell From mounds opposing scarce accessible. "Look Belle," I cried; "Yon moon which just now rose Will be the ninth; and your parturient throes May soon Lucina's dainty hand require To make a nurse of thee, of me a sire. I burn to press then, but I fear to try, Lest like an incubus my weight should lie; Lest from the close encounter we should doom Thy quickening foetus to an early tomb. Thy size repels me, whilst thy charms invite; Then, say, how celebrate the marriage rite? Learn'd Galen, Celsus, and Hippocrates Have held it good, in knotty points like these, Lest mischief from too rude assaults should come, To copulate ex more pedudum.
What say'st thou dearest? Do not cry me nay; We cannot err where science shows the way." She answered not, but silence gave consent, And by that threshold boldly in I went. So clever statesmen, who concoct by stealth Some weighty measures for the commonwealth, All comers by the usual door refuse, And let the favored few the back stairs use.
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Who that has seen a woman wavering lie Betwixt her shame and curiosity, Knowing her sex's failing, will not deem That in the balance shame would kick the beam? Ah, fatal hour that saw my prayer succeed, And my fond bride enact the Ganymede! Quick from my mouth some bland saliva spread The ingress smoothed to her new maidenhead, The Thespian god his rosy pinions beat, And laughed to see his victory complete. 'Tis true that from her lips some murmurs fell In joy or anger, 'tis too late to tell; But this I swear that not a single sign Proved that her pleasure did not equal mine. Ah, fatal hour! For thence my sorrows date. Thence sprung the source of her undying hate. Fiends from her breast the sacred secret wrung, Then called me monster: and, with evil tongue, Mysterious tales of false Satanic art Devised, and forced us evermore to part.
In 1813, The Phoenix of Sodom was written by a lawyer to defend one James Cook, landlord of a building where a sodomy club held meetings. Cook explains that while it was his building, he in no way took part in the sodomite activities. He did, however, give the following description of his building: "The fatal house in question was furnished in a style most appropriate for the purposes it was intended. Four beds were provided in one room - another was fitted up for the ladies' dressing room, with a toilette, and every appendage of rouge, etc., etc. A third room was called the Chaple [sic] where marriages took place, sometimes between a female grenadier, six feet high, and a petit maitre not more than half the altitude of his beloved wife! These marriages were solemnized with all the mockery of bridesmaids and bride men; and the nuptials were frequently consummated by two, three, or four couples, in the same room, and in the sight of each other!... "
That the reader may form some idea of the uncontrollable rage of this dreadful passion, Cook states that a person in a respectable house in the city frequently came to his sink of filth and iniquity, and stayed several days and nights together; during which time he generally amused himself with eight, ten and sometimes a dozen different boys and men!
Sunday was the general, and grand day of rendezvous! And to render their excuse the more entangled and doubtful, some of the parties came a great distance, even so much as thirty miles, to join the festivity and elegant amusements of grenadiers, footmen, waiters, drummers, and all the Catamite brood, kneaded into human shape from the sweepings of Sodom, with the spawn of Gomorrah.
Another erotic book dealing with sodomy and analism was printed in 1873. Entitled The Romance of Lust, the book deals with a fifteen-year-old boy who seduces his own two sisters, is then seduced by two governesses. After he is sent on a visit to his uncle's home, he has intercourse with his aunt and his uncle sodomizes him. At school he is again sodomized and he also takes to this activity, sodomizing a fellow school chum. In the fourth volume of this series several letters are contained, one of which touches to a very great extent on the subject of analingus. The letters were reportedly produced in the divorce case, Cavendish v. Cavendish and Rochefoucault and are attributed to being written by the Comte de la Rochefoacault, in 1859, when he was attache to the French Embassy at Rome. One excerpt reads: "You know that I have sucked you between the legs at those delicious moments when you made water, or when you had your monthly courses, and that my happiness will be complete when you will allow me, and when circumstances will allow you to let me lick (passer la langue) at that ineffable moment, when your little love of a jewel of a bottom has just relieved itself. In you everything appears different and pure, the purity which reigns in your every feature, the excess of refinement which exists in your whole body, your hands, your feet, your legs, your cunt, your bottom, the hairs of your private parts, all is appetizing, and I know that the same purity exists in all my own desires for you." Another book dealing with analism is Satan's Harvest Home, published in London around 1749. This particular book gives some interesting commentary on the London of that time and its vices, and especially upon sodomy: "I am confident no Age can produce any Thing so preposterous as the present dress of those Gentlemen who call themselves pretty Fellows: Their Head-Dress, especially, which wants nothing but a suit of Pinners to make them downright women. But this may be easily accounted for, as they would appear as soft as possible to each other, anything of Manliness being diametrically opposite to such unnatural Practices, so they cannot too much invade the Dress of the Sex they would represent. And yet, with all this, the present Garb of our young Gentlemen is most mean and unbecoming.
"... Vile Catamites make their preposterous Addresses, even in the very Streets; nor can anything be more shocking, than to see a Couple of Creatures who wear the shapes of Men, Kiss and slaver each other, to that Degree, as is daily practised even in our most publick Places; and, (generally speaking) without Reproof; because they plead in Excuse That it is the Fashion. Damn'd Fashion! Imported from Italy amidst a Trail of other unnatural Vices! Have we not Sins enough of our own, but we must eke 'em out with those of Foreign Nations, to fill the cup of our Abominations, and make us yet more ripe for Divine Vengeance?"
It was to be left to the ingenious pen of one John Wilmot, second Earl of Rochester, to produce a play on the subject of sodomy. Some have attributed Sodom to the lesser-known writer Fishbourne, but the consensus credits this play to Wilmot, a poet and associate to Charles II. Speculation is that this play was performed before the king and court, and that women were present at its opening performance, but this may be an erroneous impression gained from the prologue, which reads: I do presume there are no women here, 'Tis too debauched for their fair sex, I fear; Sure they will not in petticoats appear. And yet I am informed here's many a lass Damn'd pocky jades, whose cunts are hot as fire, Come for to ease the itching of her arse, Yet they must see this play t'increase desire. Before three acts are done of this our farce, They'll scrape acquaintance with a standing tarse. And impudently move it to their arse.
Ribald humor runs rampant in Sodom, as one can clearly ascertain from the list of characters: Bolloxinion - King of Sodom Cuntigratia - Queen Pricket - Prince Swivia - Princess Buggeranthros - General of the Army Pockenello - Prince, Colonel and Favourite of the King Borastus - Buggermaster General Pine, Twely - Two Pimps of Honour Fuckadilla, Officina, Cunticula, Clitoirs - Maids of Honour Flux - Physician to the King Virtuoso - Merkin and Dildoe Maker to the Royal Family Boys, Rogues, Pimps and other Attendants The portions that most clearly relate to sodomy are as follows: I do no longer old stale cunts admire The drudgery has worn out my desire; My prick shall no more to bald cunts resort; Merkins rub off and sometimes spoil the sport. As for the Queen, her cunt no more invites, Clad with the filth of all her nasty whites. Borastus, you spend your time I know not how, The Choice of buggery is wanting now. Borastus - I would advise you, Sire, to make a pass Once more at Pockenello's Royal arse; Besides, Sire, Pine has such a gentle skin, 'Twould tempt a Saint to thrust his pintle in. Bolloxinion - Henceforth, Borastus, set the nation free, Let conscience have its right and liberty; I do proclaim that bugg'ry may be us'd Through all the land, so cunt be not abus'd That's the proviso... To Buggeranthos let this charge be given And let them bugger all things under Heaven. And the act concludes with Bolloxinion's words: With crimes of this sort I shall now dispense. His arse shall suffer for his prick's offense; In roopy seed my spirit shall be sent With joyful tidings, to his fundament. Come, Pockenello, o'er my pintle burns; In, and untruss, I'll bugger you by turns!
In the second scene, the King inquires how his soldiers are satisfied by sodomy: Buggeranthos - They practise it in honour of your name; If lust present, they want no woman's aid, Each buggers with content his next comrade.
Homosexual sodomy is also depicted, for Bolloxinion takes a boy to bed with him, saying: Come, my soft flesh of Sodom's dear delight, To honour'd lust thou art betray'd tonight. Lust with thy beauty cannot brook delay, Between thy pretty haunches I will play. The moral of the play, if indeed there be any, is presented thusly: Flux - To Love and Nature all their rights restore. Fuck women and let bugg'ry be no more. It doth the procreative end destroy, Which Nature gave with pleasure to enjoy; Please her, and she'll be kind - if you displease She turns into corruption and disease.
Bolloxinion - How can I leave my most beloved son Who has so long my dear companion been?
Flux - Sire, 'twill prove the short'ning of your life.
Bolloxinion - Then must I go to the old whore my wife? Why did the Gods, who gave me leave to be A King, not give me immortality? To be a substitute to heaven at will, I scorn the gift, I'll reign and bugger still!
But it is to be left to the infamous pen of the Marquis de Sade for the greatest number of writings that concern analistic practices. But the man, from whence sprung the word, sadism, will be discussed in the chapter entitled Analism and Sadism.
CHAPTER FIVE - Analism and Sadism
Ever since the Marquis de Sade wrote what was occurring in his mind, there has been a close relationship between analism and sadism. Throughout the complete writings of the man from whom the word sadism was coined, there is a strong analistic component. A few examples from de Sade's 120 Days of Sodom will suffice as an illustration of this connection: 64, A notorious shit-lover designs a special toilet, which he installs in his home. Then he induces guests to sit upon it. Once the intended victim is seated, the seat buckles, gives way and drops the sitter into a deep ditch filled with shit, where she is left to die.
88. A man engages a procuress to provide him with fifteen girls six times a week; the girls, in teams of three, whip him, suck him and shit on him, taking turns at each act as directed by the procuress. The man is made deliriously happy by such activity and finally achieves orgasm.
84. A man is whipped by each prostitute in a brothel while kissing the madame's ass and having her fart, piss and shit into his mouth.
39. A man hires two girls, one to shit into his mouth, the other to suck his prick and frig his ass. When he discharges, he simultaneously shits into the hand of the girl who is frigging him.
40. A man engages a little boy to ass-fuck him while a second man shits into his mouth. He eats the shit, then has the boy and man exchange positions.
And so on and on and on.
It is not uncommon for an individual to feel the first inklings of sadism or masochism in connection with anal sexual play, and several sexual "sophisticates" known by this writer reported this same connection. One of these sophisticates, a thirty-four-year-old divorcee, stated that despite her wide range of sexual activity and knowledge, that her anal erotic needs were never known until she had a casual intimacy with a colleague in the fund-raising establishment in which she worked.
"He wasn't a bad-looking guy really. And while I wasn't real attracted to him, I really needed sex. Besides, every time I see a new guy, I wonder what he would be like in bed so I usually like to try a guy out at least once. This fellow took my invitation up in very short order. He was married, of course, like most the guys his age, but he said he was unhappily married, like they all do. I could have cared less. All I wanted was to get laid.
"You can imagine how surprised I was when I found out he was an ass lover! I'd never even had it in the ass. We were going at it the regular way and I was enjoying it cause I was stoned out of my mind with pot and then he asks me if I would mind if he did it in my ass. I found it hard to believe I heard right, but I guess I did. I asked him a lot of questions about it, like did it hurt and all that because I had never done it that way, in fact it had never even occurred to me to do it that way. He said he thought I might enjoy it and that it wouldn't hurt and that he would appreciate it because he liked it that way the best of all.
"So I said what the hell and turned over while he began playing with my anus with his prick and probing it and maybe it was because I was so stoned, but I began to get excited not only by the idea but by what he was doing to me. He didn't get all the way up that first night, but it got me to thinking and the first thing I know along with these anal erotic fantasies, I'm having some sadist fantasies. I'm thinking, I mean, about getting this whip bit and the next thing I know, I'm walking into a shop and picking up a riding crop.
"Then every time I saw the guy at work, I would imagine hitting him with the riding crop.
"The guy, he wanted another go at my anus because he came over the following Friday and asked me if he could come up 'because he wanted to talk."Sure,' I told him. 'Cause I'd like to talk to you too.' "All that week I had fantasies about whipping that guy. And when he did arrive and he began speaking about his odd desires, I told him what had happened to my desires. That seemed to excite him all the more. So I made a deal with him. I said, Okay, that he could go all the way up if he would let me whip him. He was out of his clothes in minutes.
"So there I was with this riding crop in my hands and the fellow lying down on the bed and I was supposed to start hitting him. For a moment, I felt foolish, then I saw him for what he really was, an ass fucker, and from that point on I had no difficulty.
"I called him every name in the book: shithead, ass fucker, bugger, and crap, shit, turd, degenerate, dirty, filthy and every other name I could think of. I was getting excited myself by now and, watching his big white buttocks signaling upward, I lifted the riding crop in my right hand and brought it down on him, hard. He didn't even cry out, he just moved like he wanted more. I brought it down on him again, and again, and again. I lost track of the number of times. I wasn't controlled in this, I lost sense of time, or where I was or anything other than the buttocks I was hitting and the blood beginning to spurt from the areas I hit so hard.
"Then he turned over suddenly. He had a hard on as big as life and I nearly hit it before I realized he had turned. Instead, I managed to hit his thigh.
"The guy was turned on like I had never seen a guy turned on. His eyes had almost a green glow to them, which made his white skin all the whiter. That is, except where I had hit him and there it was reddened or bright red where the whip had cut through his skin. 'Now, it's my turn,' he screamed.
"He threw me down on the bed and grabbed the whip from my hand and he started hitting me - into subjugation - he told me. He screamed that I was a whore and a bitch and did not even deserve his whipping, but that he would give it to me anyway "out of the goodness of his heart." He became in a frenzy, beating me bloody and telling me that I was horrible for even considering having someone put their prick up my ass. While he was beating me until the tears involuntarily flowed, he made mention of the fact that, since I so much desired this act, and since I had already been punished for my desires that he would grant me the pleasures I so much needed and desired.
"I was still crying on the bed when I felt his hot prick begin to probe my buttocks and to push into my anus. He didn't take his time and he didn't put any vaseline or anything like that on. He just rammed on in! The hotness and hurt my body felt where he had beat me was nothing like that I felt in my ass hole when he rammed up me there. He plummeted in and out until I thought I would burn up there and then I felt his hotness adding irritation as well. I heard him grunt several times as he unleashed his load and then, just as quickly as he had rammed in me, he pulled out, and my anus complained for many minutes of the treatment it had received by intense contractions that would have caused me to double over were it not for the fact when I did so, that hurt me all the more."
The divorcee reported that in spite of the hurt rendered her body by both the whip and the anal intercourse-rape, that she had a desire to repeat the experience. She expressed some confusion over the fact that her initial sadistic desires had become decidedly masochistic, but it is often the case that the first inklings of sadism and masochism are sometimes a projection of feelings onto the sex partner. In other words, some sadistic and masochistic activity is a result of the individual receiving and acting out the sexual or masochistic impulses projected by another person. Thus, it is conceivable that the divorcee "misread" the projection of her anal erotic lover as being her own sadistic tendency. And, although, she enjoyed her sadistic beating of her lover, that this was far less pleasing than the beating her lover granted her. For in future meetings of the two, the divorcee more and more looked forward to her beatings, and her lover became more and more pronounced in his sadism.
"Every time I looked at Bruce at the office, my buttocks almost warmed with anticipation of his whipping, and my anus involuntarily contracted when the mere thought of his penis in my ass flited through my mind. The more desirous I became of our meetings, the more reticent he became in seeing me. I knew he wanted to see me, however, for he enjoyed our meetings fully as much as did I. It was just that he wanted to taunt me more, to make me feel all the more humiliated. It made me angry that he did that, really angry. Because then I would have to beg him to come and see me. Still he took his own sweet time. I began to mope around because he did not see me as often as my anus wanted him. I stopped eating for days at a time, and I lost weight. When he still did not come to see me, I lost sleep as well, and there were deep, dark circles under my eyes and my eyes themselves became bloodshot. For I had taken again to drinking, and I was killing off at least a fifth of Scotch a night trying to fill the emptiness his absence created.
"Our meetings became less and less frequent. If he showed up once a month or so, I felt most fortunate. I began to plead with him, to beg him to come to me more often. He got a lot of pleasure from this, I could see, and he was most adamant when he told me that it was absolutely impossible for him to see me more often, that he 'had so many others to attend to.' "Those words crushed me. I knew that his wife would not allow him to have anal intercourse, and so even though he could not see me, I at least felt that I was the only one he saw with regard to his desires for anal intercourse. When he implied that I was only one of many, I was absolutely crushed. 'But you are one of my favorites,' he told me when I burst into tears. 'Sometimes I do not see a woman for several months, while I make a special point to see you at least once a month. That should make you happy.' "Naturally it didn't. But he made me happy later. He whipped me for a full forty-five minutes on all parts of my body. I knew that the welts on my legs and arms would cause comment at work the next day, but I did not care; I only wanted more, and I begged him for more and he complied, increasing both the intensity and the number of his whips to my body. Then, when he felt my body was fully pliable enough, he eased himself between my bloodied legs and again gave my anus his hot spear, which was already dripping with sticky globules of his excitement. Again, he hurt my rectum as he rammed in and out it, but I did not dare cry out, so frightened was I that if I did anything to displease him, that he would not come back within a month.
"When he finished, he immediately got off me and did not so much as give me a parting blow. I was crushed, and cried myself to sleep. The next day, however, I began to think of ways to get him back sooner than one month, and I thought that perhaps if I gave him better ideas as to how he could enjoy, and experiment with me, that he might come back sooner.
"At work, Bruce really paid almost no attention to me any more at all, but I grabbed at his coatsleeves when he passed my desk. He looked down at me with total disdain, and I apologized for bothering him, but told him that I simply must talk to him and could he take me to coffee? Ho told me no, that was impossible since he was taking another girl in the office, but that he could speak to me if I cared to go meet him in the parking lot after work.
"I was there right beside his car at our agreed upon time, 5:30, but I had to wait a full forty-five minutes before he showed up. When he finally did, he was exasperated, 'You are always bothering me,' he complained. 'What is it this time?' "I spoke breathlessly, quickly. I told him that I had just thought up some great ideas that I thought would give both of us great pleasure. He gave me a look that implied he thought I didn't have the intelligence to think up anything, much less anything of value. But his interest was piqued when I mentioned the carrots, broom handles, and candles and enema bags. He told me that I might have a point after all and to reward me for thinking, he would show up to check it out that very night.
"I was thrilled that my mind, weak though it might be, had concocted something that would bring Bruce to me sooner than he had told me before. And to tell the truth, although it did seem sick to put all those things up an anus, the mere thought of them up my asshole did create within my stomach a nervous twitching that soon became most sensual, and I felt my anus contract and my entire vagina move upward as if a broom were already in me.
"It was obvious that Bruce had given the objects I had obtained much thought as well. For he had conceived of a great number of ways to use the objects. And for some reason, he especially enjoyed the idea of having me bound - not gagged - mind you, for he had other ideas as to what to do with my mouth!
"I was secretly thrilled that Bruce would take so much time in binding my hands behind my back. As for my legs, he bound my right leg to the left post of the bed and my left leg to the right post of the bed. I was on my right side, you see, and thus my legs were crossed as if I were in a fast run. 'Does that hurt?' Bruce asked me, and when I nodded, he seemed most gratified. The rope was indeed hurting both my wrists and my ankles, but that was nothing compared to what was to come!
"I had shown all the objects to Bruce when he first arrived, and he had brought them with him into the bedroom. He studied each one at great length and then studied my body, as if he were wondering where each would look best, and hurt me the best. Finally, he had made his decision.
"First, he had decided that I was so inept that I had not even thought to have a bowel movement. When I assured Bruce that I had had one that very morning, and described in detail what kind of a bowel movement I had and he listened intently. 'Still, I don't imagine you got everything out of your rectum,' he said, and took the enema bag into the bathroom, filled it with water, and returned. He put the elongated portion into my anus and held the water bag way up high over his head, watching with much interest the water flooding my mattress after it left my rectum. I was now lying in great wetness, and it was uncomfortable, but somehow very gratifying that I was purged of all fecal material.
"Bruce studied the emission as it left my body with great interest, and noted that there was little foreign material to dirty my mattress. 'That is fortunate for you,' he said. 'Now you won't have to have your mattress cleaned.' Besides, you are now ready for another object!' "For some reason, Bruce decided to put the handle end of a screwdriver up my anus first. 'I should have thought of this before,' he said. 'If you had been doing this every night, it wouldn't have been so hard for me to get up your asshole, would it?' "I did not answer, for I knew Bruce was not interested in hearing my answer, only in hearing himself talk. If I had said anything at all, he would probably respond by beating me, and I was afraid he was not ready to beat me yet. Certainly, I did not want to rush things, despite the fact that I very much needed his punishment in order to feel fully appreciated and loved. After he had forced the screwdriver up my anus, he studied the broom handle with great interest. 'This, I feel, would be excellent for your vagina, for it will certainly fill the entire depth of your cavity,' he next said, and I got the distinct impression that he said that because of his own penis, which although hard and stiff, was still smaller than I know he would have preferred.
"But he did not stick it up my vagina at that point, for he explained that I might have a tendency to cry out, and that would be most unwise since there was no reason to let the neighbors know what was going on in the apartment. So he next took the carrot and broke it into three pieces, and stuffed all three pieces into my mouth so I could not cry out if I wanted to.
"'Your feelings are not important whatsoever,' he said with finality. 'So I am not interested in hearing how much you are enjoying, or disenjoying our activities. Still, I know you might cry out as you are so prone to do. If you feel that need, merely chew down on the carrot pieces.' "He stuffed them full into my throat, and I would have gagged if I could have done so, but another sharp pain overtook my feeling of being gagged. He stuffed the broom handle into my vagina, rubbing its rough handle back and forth upon my delicate vaginal walls. As that cavity was filled, still more contractions were felt by my anus, until I thought I might split apart at the seams. But I took my punishment well, although I did bite down most hard on the carrots in my mouth, which forced one piece farther into my throat and created within me the fear that I would choke to death. I tried to let Bruce know my difficulty, but he was far too busy with the whip at my hips and buttocks to notice. I cannot imagine ever feeling so humiliated in my entire life and for a brief moment a flash of realization that life was truly ridiculous lodged in my brain. The existentialists were right, I thought. There is no reason to our existence, and my position, the objects up my ass, my cunt, and my mouth only made life seem all that more ridiculous. It seemed stupid for me to have to go to such great lengths to satisfy my untoward desires and to have my orgasm.
"The stings to my body were very painful, but nothing compared to the broom, which Bruce kicked from time to time, and which I thought was going to rip right through my body and into my rectum. I even thought I heard the broom handle strike the screw driver handle, but I knew that could not happen. In spite of all, I did achieve orgasm, although when I did, I was punished all the more severely by it. By the time Bruce was ready to come off himself, I was exhausted from my orgasm and I had nearly passed out from all the pain. But Bruce was not through with me yet.
"No, he still needed his orgasm. First he removed the broom and he stuck his prick in my cunt. He complained bitterly about the handle of the screwdriver which he said hurt him, although I cannot imagine how. I think it was more that he simply did not like the vagina, and that that gave him an excuse to remove the screw driver and to then go up my asshole. He did, and within minutes, he came. For a fearful moment, I was afraid he was going to leave me without untying me, but at the last moment after dressing, he turned to me and began loosening the ropes. The first thing I did was to take the carrots out of my mouth. Most of them had deep teeth marks on them, where I had bitten down hard in order to better bear the pain to my body.
"I guess it took that night for me to realize just how sick I was. I decided then and there that I would seek analysis, and did."
After spending some months in psychoanalysis, the divorcee began to get some insight into her psychological difficulties. Six months after she began analysis, she left the job, where Bruce still hounded her for their monthly meetings. The separation from her work afforded the divorcee to begin the process of repatterning her life and better understanding her masochistic bent. As for Bruce, she has not heard from him in many months, nor does she wish to, now that her life is beginning to bring her more normal satisfactions.
CHAPTER SIX - Analism and Animals
In the Western world, the penalties for anal intercourse are lumped under the general offense of sodomy, or a crime against nature and includes acts of bestiality, or intercourse with animals. Generally, bestial occurrences between a man and an animal indicate the man has had intercourse via the animal's vagina, rather than anus. With women who resort to bestial practices, whether for their own enjoyment or for payment, the act usually involves the insertion of the animal's penis into her vagina. Yet there are cases on record of men who have allowed animals to sodomize them, with rather disastrous results.
In the United States not so many years ago, it was reported in the Midwest that one farmer gravely injured his rectum after urging a bull to bugger him and another farmer was said to have died as a result of damage to his rectum when he allowed a bull to sodomize him. And not too many years ago, in the Eastern United States, a doctor's case history revealed that a twelve-year-old boy ripped a one-inch gap in his anal ring muscle when he attempted to separate himself from his dog's penis, which was firmly lodged in his rectum.
The greatest incidence of anal intercourse with animals and man involves fowl, and this only because fowl have no separate openings for anal, urinal, and reproductive parts. Therefore, when a man fucks a bird, he is having anal intercourse as well, since he is penetrating the cloaca of the bird. Because the cloaca is so small, the penetration of the penis can rupture the bird and cause it to bleed to death, and this may in part explain the greater disgust connected with this act of bestiality. Yet this disgust does not totally preclude bestial relations with fowl.
During World War II, there were several cases of U.S. soldiers being convicted of carnal copulations with chickens. One defendant, who pleaded not guilty, was convicted and sentenced to dishonorable discharge and two years at hard labor. Another defendant, a U.S. Army private, was accused by the United States of "penetrating the chicken's rectum with his penis with intent to gratify his lust." The act, which reportedly occurred in Germany in 1967 brought a sentence of dishonorable discharge and three years' confinement.
Historical mentions of bestiality contain descriptions of a Chinese practice of increasing sexual enjoyment when penetrating a fowl. The procedure is described as follows: when the man is ready to climax, he either strangles or cuts off the head of the fowl. As the bird dies, the contractions of the bird against the sodomist's penis intensifies. It is said that decapitation increases titillation because the body temperature of the bird rises when it dies.
De Sade comments that in the brothels of Paris during his time it was a practice of some French prostitutes to "... hold the bird's (turkey's) neck locked between her thighs, you have her ass straight ahead of you for prospect and she cuts the bird's throat the same moment you discharge."
The writer has recently been told of a similar act of bestiality with a fowl by a highly respected citizen in a Western city. The incident, related by the man's daughter, who is understandably in psychoanalysis, was reported as follows: "Dad was always sweet to all of us... Mom... my brother and my sister. I admired him a lot and was proud to go with him anywhere he went. Everyone in town knew him and liked him... and me, too, because I was his daughter. There was one thing I couldn't understand about him, though. Every week, as soon as he got home from church, he changed into his coveralls, got a big, fat chicken, and went into the barn after telling all of us he didn't want to be disturbed.
"I wish I hadn't hidden in the barn to find out what he did there. I don't think I will ever forget it...
"I saw him. My father first put the chicken in a cage and he watched the chicken flutter around and he waited until it calmed down. Then he began to sneer. 'So,' he said. 'You're calming down, now. You think you're safe in that cage, don't you. You think it's going to protect you from me, don't you.' "As he talked, he began to zip down his pants slowly and then his face got the most fantastic look on it, like he was in utter ecstasy. Then I saw him take out his penis. It was erect... and huge. I'd never seen it before when it was erect although once I saw him nude when he was getting out of the shower.
"He began holding his penis with both hands, and he moved his hands back and forth a bit like he was masturbating. Then he stuck the tip of his penis right next to the edge of the cage, saying, 'You're not afraid of this now, are you, now that you're in the cage. You're not afraid of it at all, now. One could hardly call you a chicken when you're in a cage.' "By now the chicken saw my father's penis against the cage and it came over and started to peck at it. My father drew back just in time and started masturbating himself.
"'No, you're no chicken now, are you? You'd peck away at my pecker every chance you got... as long as you're in a cage, but if I took you out, you'd be scared half to death.' And he moved again to the cage and this time he took his hands away from his penis and spread his arms out, spread-eagled.
"His penis was straight out, just touching the cage with its tip. He moved the tip back and forth lightly and the chicken noticed it again and came over to peck. This time my father did not move away. He allowed the chicken to peck his penis, which the chicken did several times.
"'So, you want it, now that you're in a cage,' my father said to it. 'Well, you can have it but you have to take it when you're out of the cage, not when you're inside.' The chicken kept pecking at his penis and he began to breathe even more heavily.
"'OK, chicken,' he said then, and he slowly began to open the cage. The chicken, as soon as he did this, began to get frightened and run around the cage, but it was a small cage. All my father had to do was reach in and grab the chicken by its wings.
"'Now it's a different story, isn't it, chicken!' he said as he picked up the chicken. The chicken was facing him and he said to it, 'Now, you're going to get yours!' and he turned the chicken around until its backside was facing him.
"Dad's penis was still erect and he moved his penis back and forth against the chicken's rear end, all the time muttering 'Now, chicken, it's your turn. Now, chicken, you're going to find out what it's like not to be a chicken.' "The next thing I see is my dad pushing the chicken's right wing against the side of the cage with his left hand, which is over the chicken's left wing. The chicken's turning its head as if its trying to see what's going on.
"'No,' says my dad. 'You're too chicken to want to see this,' and he takes his penis in his right hand and begins shoving against the rear of the chicken. The chicken is squawking all over the place and my dad's saying, 'Now, now, chicken, don't scream, don't scream.' "Then he takes his hand away from his penis and holds the chicken with both hands, one on each wing. He doesn't separate from the chicken so I know he's inside it but I don't know how far inside. I can't see from where I'm hiding.
"But it's almost like he's dancing with that chicken. He's waltzing around the barn and every once in a while he stops and gets this look on his face and he grits his teeth and he says 'Now, chicken, take some' and he thrusts with his penis while forcing the chicken toward him with his hands.
"I don't think a chicken can give a 'blood-curdling' scream, but I'll never forget that high-pitched squawking. Then my dad's on his knees and I guess he's in as much as he can go. He's thrusting up and up and he's got this horrible look on his face and he's panting real hard and then he says 'Now, chicken. You're going to get it' and he takes his right hand and starts squeezing the chicken's neck and all the while he's still thrusting his penis in harder and the chicken starts gagging and then I don't hear it gag anymore, all I hear is my dad letting out a strange grunt or yell, then he falls backward.
"He lies there on the ground a bit. The chicken's lying there, too and it's not moving at all. I think my dad is still in it a bit because a minute later he moves the chicken away from his penis.
"He leaves the chicken there and goes on over to the water bucket and he washes off his penis, and then dries himself with a towel. He comes back to the chicken. It's lying, still and quiet, in the middle of the barn. My dad stands over it and looks down.
"'You see, chicken,' he says out loud. 'That's what happens to chickens. You shouldn't have run away from me in the first place. You know that makes me mad.' "Then my dad brushes off his trousers, comes over and picks the chicken up by its neck and leaves the barn. I stay there for a long while, still not believing what I saw. God, I know he'd kill me if he knew I had seen him. I wait about five minutes, hardly breathing, then climb through the barn loft door and onto the tree outside. I figure no one can see me from there and if anyone asks, I'll just tell them I was climbing the tree...
"I lower myself to the ground, going from limb to limb and start for the house. My dad's there by the chopping block and he's whistling and he looks very happy, contented. He puts the chicken on the chopping block and axes its head off.
"Later, he plunges the chicken into boiling water that Mom brought out and he plucks the chicken. That was the chicken we had for dinner that night."
During the telling of this particular story, the writer became sick to the stomach. The girl's father is no doubt a sadist and perhaps psychotic. As soon as the girl could, that is, as soon as the girl was old enough, she left home, got a job, and began psychoanalysis. It is unfortunate that the father is not in psychoanalysis.
While most people look upon sexual contact with fowl as particularly "beastly," the committer of this particular offense, as does the committer of many human offenses, sees nothing wrong with it. Sometimes, he feels as if he should feel guilty and then feels guilty because he doesn't feel as he "should." But if it weren't for the word should, he would probably think no more of it.
Krafft-Ebing reports the case of a farm boy aged sixteen who caught a goose in a neighbor's garden and committed bestiality with the fowl until a neighbor approached. On being accused by the neighbor, the boy said, 'Well! Is there anything wrong with the goose?' and then went away.
It is not an unusual occurrence for a farm boy to put a chicken or goose in a drawer in their room, closing it just enough so that the chicken is partly held. Then they will grab the chicken and rotate it so that its cloaca is at the precise correct level for penetration. However, after the boy is finished, the fowl is released, and no one is the wiser.
A man with whom the writer was discussing the sexual contact of man with fowl had this to say: "You know, when I was young, I lived on a farm and, yeah, I got excited around all the animals. One day I decided to give it a go. I could have really selected any animal because we had horses, sheep, goats, and you name it and I knew most of the guys around had tried most of these animals.
"I gave it a try with a rooster. Don't ask me why, exactly. For one thing, the rooster kept waking me up in the mornings and for another thing, the rooster seemed to be so cocky. At any rate, I had more respect for the rooster than I did for a hen, who just clucked and laid eggs and couldn't crow after she did it.
"So when my parents were on down in town and my sister was over at a neighbor's farm, I ran and got this rooster. He was a big guy and he had this big cone, and, boy, was he cocky. But not after I caught him. Sure, he tried to fight me, but it didn't work. He really had the air blown out of him when I got him into the house. He sounded less proud than a hen.
"He sure wasn't coo-coo-roo-a-rooing.
"I didn't know exactly how to do this bit but the guys on the other farms had tried it and told me you just stick it up their hole end that it was the same with hens. I mean that you stuck it up the same hole whether or not it was a rooster or a hen.
"We were up in my bedroom, and the rooster kept going around and trying to find a way out, and I just kept watching him and the more I watched him the more I kept getting excited.
"Then I really began to get excited. I felt myself and I was hard. I ran my hand over myself, all the while watching that damn rooster trying to get out of my room. I knew it was silly for him to even try getting out because he just wasn't going to do it, no, I had brought him there for a particular reason and there wasn't going to be anything that would stop me now.
"I kept getting more excited from watching this rooster and thinking of what I was going to do to him just as soon as I caught him and while thinking that way, I unzipped my pants and took it out. I started running my hand up and down my prick and I kept getting more and more excited and then I put both hands down lower to my testicles and I was getting right there.
"The rooster kept on going around the room trying to get out. Small chance of that.
"Finally, I got up and tried to catch the rooster. I didn't even bother trying to put myself back into my pants. Why bother? Sure, I had an erection, but no one was around. I decided, in fact, that since the rooster was naked, I'd get naked, too, and I took off all my clothes.
"The rooster seemed to become more accustomed to the room and calmed down. I brought the rooster up on the bed, and it stayed there. I still kept playing with myself and the rooster pecked at my erect prick but didn't hurt it at all. It felt good.
"Then I grabbed the rooster. Well, I didn't really grab it, I just took its wings and sat it down on me. I was erect, so it couldn't sit entirely down on me but it was resting against me good.
"I liked the feel of its feathers on my penis. They tickled it and made my prick feel good. I lifted the rooster so I could see where to put it. Well, the rooster didn't like that at all but I saw the opening, and I stuck my prick into it. The rooster didn't seem to enjoy it too much, but he didn't try to get away a whole lot, either.
"I kept pushing myself up into that opening.
"It was real tight at first but finally I got a little headway, so to speak, and it didn't feel bad at all. It felt good, even though it was a tight fit. I was afraid to go all the way up on accounta I thought I might hurt the rooster, so I just barely got in, and then I started masturbating myself. I came... into the rooster, you might say, but it looked like it was more all over him. Everything I came seemed like it was on the outside of him.
"He wasn't crowing at all, it was more like him being like a hen.
I wiped myself off and then I wiped the rooster off and let him go. The whole thing didn't feel too badly but it sure wasn't worth all the trouble I had gone to. Maybe for that time, maybe it was, but I sure wouldn't go to all that trouble again. Maybe for a hen, I doubt even that. Certainly not for a rooster."
A man or woman who consorts with animals is definitely on the edge of perversion. It would be wise for such an individual to seek the services of recognized doctors and psychiatrists before their untoward practices bring public wrath, physical injury, or legal difficulties.
More normally analistic activity with animals is the result of childhood curiosity. In this instance, the practice should be met with some degree of understanding, as we shall see in the next chapter.
CHAPTER SEVEN - Analism and Children
Children are notoriously simple in their approach to life, until the fears and apprehensions of their parents begin to inform them as to what is nice and what is not nice. The child has a natural curiosity about his body and its functions, and often seeks to investigate and to probe the bodies of his sisters, brothers, or friends. His open questions often embarrass his elders, who in turn indicate their displeasure, and the natural curiosity of the child begins to diminish as he starts his trek on the path to adulthood, a path too often lined with self-consciousness, shame, and embarrassment.
The child often finds it confusing that his first gift to the world, his feces, is not treasured as much as he himself treasures it. He has difficulty understanding that while his excrement is highly valuable in his eyes, since his own body produced it, that it causes in his parents only revulsion or even in some sick cases, taunting and chastisement.
It has been said more than once that Western man's difficulty begins with his toilet training. Whether or not it is true is open to question, but it is most apparent that a major societal difficulty in the West revolves around the organs of excretion, and, by their close proximity, the organs of reproduction. It is nearly impossible to separate the societal taboos regarding excretory activities from taboos regarding sexual activities, a situation that leads many experts to believe there is little separation also in the minds of the average person regarding these activities as well. This conjecture would certainly help to explain much of the shame and degradation felt in regards to sex, and why so many people feel sex is dirty.
What happens between children at play is something most people forget about upon growing up. The experimentation is forgotten along with the punishment received for the experimentation. And it is only a relative few who recall their experimentation period very vividly. Among these relative few are some people who are labeled as schizophrenics, or who have what is called schizophrenic tendencies. While the schizophrenics who are so advanced they must be hospitalized, often spend time playing with their own feces, others not so severely affected will merely fantasize about the anal activities they believe they had when young. One such patient of a Jungian analyst in Southern California, during a particularly difficult analytic treatment when she was inundated with unconscious material, told her analyst with much conviction that she was certain that when she was growing up that "shit-eating parties" among neighborhood children were common. The young woman, in her early twenties and barely eking out a living as a typist working four hours a day, first began this particular chain of recollections as a result of a comment made to a girl friend of hers. The girl, whom shall be called Bernice, suddenly and with much fear, dropped the red toothbrush with which she was brushing her teeth. The event was so frightening that she told her friend about it the first time she could and by way of explaining why she dropped her toothbrush, she said, "It had the unmistakable taste of shit," before she realized the import of her words.
From this moment on, a very important stream of associations began to take place in Bernice's mind and, at her analyst's suggestion, she wrote all of her impressions in a small notebook. A few of her written notations are as follows: "When I was in grammar school I took a friend around to show to others because she would lick her dog's anus... I have difficulty eating. Steaks have at times, appeared like shit... At marijuana parties, at least in goy's groups, marijuana is referred to as shit. 'Got any shit?' is a common question, and if one wants to get rid of the pot, they flush it down the toilet... I figure the people who did not come (to her party) were antsy about attending a shit party and those who did come and enjoyed it liked it because it reminded them of a shit party... At one time, I tried to overcome parental domination by lying in my bed and trying to defecate, and I told some of my friends that that would be the only way to overcome parental domination, that is, to overcome your built-in habit patterns by consciously breaking them."
It is perhaps only to the schizophrenically inclined that excretory activity becomes so implanted in one's mind and so strongly compelling that the normal functioning of the human being is disrupted. Others only unconsciously react, although surely their actions and comments also point to some difficulties relating to analism. The psychiatrist who believes the way to treat schizophrenics who play with their feces is to join them in their fun and games, after which he cradles the schizophrenic in his arms and feeds them an apple much like a mother feeds a baby her bottle is immediately brought to mind. Mothers sometimes have a tendency to extend their competitiveness to the size, shape, and color of their children's feces, and during some gatherings of mothers, one can hear such sentences as "My baby's are green." and "Well, Barbara's is yellow, etc."
Western man's embarrassment about the excretory act also takes the forms of such jokes as "Man who farts in church sits in own pew." An acquaintance once told this writer that when young men arrived to take his daughter out on a date, that his uncle would lift his leg, fart, and say "That was vanilla." And one need only observe the parents of a child who has lost control of his bowels in the company of others to see hysteria and movements on the part of parents that remind one of a St. Vitus dance. And perhaps the observation that the reason no one does as much as they should about smog is because no one wants to admit their car, smoke stacks, and diesels are "farting" is not so much a schizophrenic evaluation, but one far closer to the truth.
To children, indeed, the shame about excretory activities that parents exhibit must be most confusing, as illustrated by the schizophrenic patient mentioned earlier who recalls being caught by her mother when she was nude with a friend. The two girls were merely investigating one another's bodies, when at the precise moment Bernice spread the buttocks of her friend to study the anus, Bernice's mother appeared, screamed, shouted for them to leave, and to dress, and gave several other confused orders.
"I can't remember how old I was at the time. I guess I must have been nine or ten. I don't even remember the girl's name any more, that's how much I repressed the whole thing. I don't even remember who suggested the idea of disrobing, I guess I did, since it was in my home and since I was always an instigator, at least up until then I was. We weren't having any sex and it was really just a natural curiosity. Everyone, especially gals, wonder what their sexual organs look like and they wonder too how their anus appears. A common question young women ask the gynecologist when on the examination table is whether or not their genitals are 'normal.' And many of the first losses of virginity of the female is not so much, the seductive qualities of the man who succeeds, but the worries in the young woman's mind as to whether or not she has normal sexual organs. This I know from all the gals I've talked to about this. But I'm getting away from what I was telling you.
"Like I said, we were in my mother's bedroom and we turned the three way mirrors so we could see both our nude bodies and we were comparing them to see what differences there were between them. Then I told her to bend over so I could look between her buttocks and see what was there. She bent over and I spread her buttocks and I was just beginning to get a good look at her anus when Mother came in. That finished the whole thing, that's for sure. But I couldn't help but feel a horrible shame that I've felt up to this very day! I think it's very wrong when parents make their children feel guilty about something as natural as comparing bodies."
Other people report similar exploratory adventures and similar reactions on the part of parents when discovered. One man of twenty-two states: "Sure we compared bodies. All of us did. First it was with the girls and then the girls told their parents and learned it was a nasty thing to do. The girls obeyed their parents after that and then the guys went to it. Maybe a good thing, .too. I remember we'd get together, all the fellows on the block, in our 'clubhouse' and then we'd strip down. Sometimes we'd masturbate ourselves and then sometimes we'd masturbate another guy. Then sometimes we'd push the whole thing up one of the guys' anuses, while everyone else laughed and clapped."
Another man, twenty-eight years old and an engineer, related to this writer: "I can't say the experience was normal, no one would. Or common, either. And I can't say for sure that it happened at all. It just seems right, the way you phrase that question, that we did pass our feces around for our friends. It seems that I sense that we did this and it seems like it was in someone's garage. We must have been real little, like just barely able to walk and to talk and to get around and just beginning to become aware of other kids and the fact they were separate and different from us. It's all so vague in my mind but at the same time, I think for sure it must have happened. I can almost see one of the kids defecating and then we all ate some of it. That must have happened. I know I saw kids defecating and I know they passed it around. And it would have been an insult to not eat it, so we did."
It is interesting to note that in the Gesell Institute's Child Behavior book by Frances L. Ilg, M.D. and Louise Bates, Ph.D., that the child's reactions to the functions of elimination are lumped under the general heading of Sex Play. According to the authors, it is "normal" for the following to occur during the stated ages: 2 1/2 years: Child shows interest in different postures of boys and girls when urinating and is interested in physical differences between the sexes.
3 years: Verbally expresses interest in physical differences between sexes and in different postures of urinating. Girls attempt to urinate standing up.
4 years:... Unverbalized social stress may grasp genitals and may need to urinate. May-play the game of "show." Also verbal play about eliminating. Calling of names related to elimination. Interest in other people's bathrooms; may demand privacy for self, but be extremely interested in bathroom activity of others.
5 years:... Less sex play and game of "show."... Less bathroom play...
6 years:... Mild sex play or exhibitionism in play or in school toilets. Game of "show." May play hospital and take rectal temperatures. Giggling, calling names or remarks involving words dealing with elimination functions.
7 years: Some mutual exploration, experimentation and sex play, but less than earlier.
8 years:... Interest in peeping, smutty jokes, provocative giggling; children whisper, write or spell "elimination" or "sex" words.
9 years: May talk about sex information with friends of same sex. Interest in details of own organs and functions; seek out pictures in books. Sex swearing, sex poems beginning.
And, the authors point out, "sex play often just naturally occurs if several children are left together unsupervised, with nothing better to do. Giving them more supervision, or providing ideas for something better to do, will often prevent such behavior, or at least keep it within certain confines."
Although nearly all children are interested in, and participate in analistic activities, little in the way of analysis of these acts is available to the general reader. Far more information is available regarding the analism of children in the East. Researchers state that the Jews of North Africa enjoy stimulation of the female anus and that most Jewish girls have experienced anal masturbation. During their early years, the Jewish girls also have their buttocks and anus penetrated by boys in the neighborhood, including their brothers. It is similarly reported, this time by Sir Richard F. Burton, that among Iranian boys sodomy begins in their boyhood days, partly due to the discouragement by circumcision. Masturbation being far too painful for the circumcised penis, the soft buttocks supply the needed amount of friction, and the young Irani analists alternate in rubbing the head of their penis between the buttocks offered them.
In some Eastern countries, children are brought into sexual service by their elders, and the Chinese, as well as the Indochinese hosts keep little boys and girls hidden under the table to render guests erotic stimulation while they are eating. The same use of children occurred during Roman times, when these children circulated among guests to perform whatever sexual services were desired of them. In Roman brothels, during one period, young babies were offered the penises of adult customers as a "pacifier."
In the East, moreover, there are brothels that contain no women whatsoever, but only boys and eunuchs, who received prices double those the women received.
For the most part, however, the sexual, and particularly anal activities of children in the West are rarely discussed, even by those who have participated in these activities. Yet some have reported feelings of great longing for those days when nearly every practice that came to mind was participated in, with no fear of punishment, and with no awareness of wrongdoing. In fact, in the society they were involved in - that of children - a refusal to participate would be a betrayal of the first peer society in which they participated.
Says one American male of nineteen, who vividly recalls such child meetings: "It was an idyllic time. There was no knowledge of wrongdoing until the parents found out about it. Even after the parents found out about it, we still continued our practice of meeting to explore one another's bodies. Until someone squealed, destroying our trust much like Judas did. Eventually we stopped, but it wasn't because we were ready to stop. We stopped because it was forbidden, and because we knew someone might "tell" and that afterwards, we would be punished. Most of the others, they began to absorb the same guilt their parents felt. Me. I didn't. I just remember those times and I don't think I've ever enjoyed myself as much since then. Now, everytime I run into a guy or a gal, I begin to categorize them according to the same kids in our group: The experimenters, the leaders, the followers, those you'd like to have at your 'party.' I don't see many people who'd be asked to a kid party, if we were still kids. But I'm still looking for some guy or gal who isn't afraid of their bodies, who isn't afraid to go against parental rules, who won't "squeal" to the cops or to their parents, and who doesn't have the hang-ups about shitting and fucking that most people do. Till I find that person, I'll stay single!"
CHAPTER EIGHT - Analism Among Wedded Couples
Perhaps more than any other sexual practice discussed and written about, analism carries with it a charisma that renders the subject an unspeakable quality. Although a great many wedded couples do participate in this practice, and enjoy it, few care either to acknowledge or admit to this fact. Yet many sexologists believe that well over half of American married couples do participate in some form of anal stimulation, although many do not go so far as to have actual sodomy. With those couples who do have anal intercourse, the practice is more often than not started at the suggestion or the probing of the male, rather than the female, as was the case with one married, man interviewed who gave this explanation as to how he and his wife first had anal intercourse: "Janice and I had been married for a couple of years before I suggested the idea. She wasn't even shocked. That made me think she had been thinking of the same idea too, but then, we're pretty open in the way we discuss sex and all that. We're not swingers by any means, but we are modern. And we don't have any religious hang-ups that would keep us from anal intercourse, either. Even after I mentioned it, it was some time before we got down to it;- and it was I who suggested the whole thing all over again. That was one night when I wanted release but Janice wasn't really interested. That is, she wasn't interested until I began to work on that area. I suggested that she he on her stomach and let me run my penis up and down her buttocks to see if that would get her excited and she agreed. But then, Janice always was some sort of an experimenter and her curiosity over sex and how sex made her react so strongly was always great. As soon as I began to work on her, she was beginning to get excited. First, I asked her to spread her legs and then I got in between them. Then I supported myself on my hands and moved forward from my knees until my erect penis began to touch first one buttock, and then another, making sure the touch was gentle, and like the tickling Janice so much enjoyed. Only after I did this for what seemed to me a long time did I hear that first moan from Janice, which seemed to indicate that she was on the way to getting sexually excited. That's when I moved in closer so I could part her buttocks with my penis, which was already oozing from my own excitement. I ran it up and down her magnificent crevice until I had her opened as far as she could go and I would move up and down and each time I made contact with her anus, I would make sure I would probe her pucker just a little.
"It wasn't but a bit longer that Janice indicated she wanted more by lifting her buttocks every time I began to leave her anus. And that's when I really began to get busy. I wet the end of my penis with some spit and moved up and down a couple of times and then I gave a real good, hard shove against her anus. It wasn't hard enough to hurt Janice, only hard enough to get a little bit of the head of my penis in. I didn't hear any sounds from Janice when I did that, which made me think she was holding her breath, and that excited me all the more. She didn't move any either, just remained there as if she were glued to the bed and I gave another little shove that took me inside her a little more. She was getting excited by now, there was no question about that whatsoever. She moved her hand down so she could put pressure against her clitoris and her breathing began to get faster, and faster. Meanwhile she was lifting up to me more and more.
"I had already managed to get inside her by about an inch and because it was hard going, I thought maybe I was hurting her, but from the sounds she was making and from the sensual smile I could see on the side of the face that showed upward from the sheets, I knew that even if there were a little pain, she must be enjoying it a real lot. So I just kept at it more and more and the farther in I got the more sensual that smile became. I don't know, maybe for some odd reason we're just sexually well suited, because while she has a good orgasm when I am up her vagina, it seems her anus and my penis go well together too. It took me a while at that, but she was helping me along, moving back and forth real slowly and helping me ease into her anus. I was feeling extremely excited by the time I was halfway in her, and a couple times I thought I was going to shoot off right in her but I paused and didn't move at all and she seemed to sense it wasn't the time to move, too, because she would stop her actions as well, although I could feel her rump lift slightly when she kept moving her hand back and forth against her clitoris.
"After I had calmed down enough to continue, I again began my probing movements and she, too, resumed her responding I guess I could have gone faster by the whole thing, but it was exciting being in her anus and I wanted to savor each moment of my activity. So I took it real slow, giving myself ample time to calm down when I got too excited and it must have taken a full hour for me to get as far into her as I could go. She had spread her legs as wide as they could go by now and that made the pressure against my penis all the greater, and I knew it would not be much longer...
"She was at least as excited as I was, it seemed, and she rolled back and forth on the bed, and each time she rolled, she gave my penis a most exciting feeling and it was just about then that I lost all control.
"I moved upward on her buttocks, and grabbed both hips and plunged and plunged as far inward as I could go and didn't move out one bit. She began thrashing her buttocks about and I began to ride her like she was a bucking bronco almost and then I began coming, I began spurting right into her brown hole and I think it was the longest come I had had, and her anus was excited, too, the way it kept contracting again and again like it had come, too. I don't think Janice's come was as good that time as it was later times for her, but she did enjoy it and her face was flushed afterwards and she looked all relaxed. But the main thing was that she enjoyed it so much. I don't mean more than regular intercourse, but I do mean enough to ask me to do it to her that way every once in a while and it did another thing, too. It made Janice realize how erotic the anus can be so she began probing that area of mine the next time we went to it the regular way.
"By that I mean while I was on top of her and beginning to maneuver up her vagina, she began to use her finger against my own anus and once she even started going up my anus while I was moving in and out of her vagina, and don't think that wasn't an exciting thing to me. I came off in just minutes!"
The degree of anal sexual interplay between this couple was limited to probings of each other's anal area, either by the young man's penis or by his wife's finger, and was indulged in only occasionally. Under no circumstances could this couple be said to be indulging in perverse sex, since their anal sex is usually occasional, and indulged in primarily when interest begins to wane in normal sex. As the young man states, "An occasional sex evening with the anus seems to enhance regular sex all the more. It's very easy to become bored with sex when you keep using the same position. I really recommend the other way if it's used in moderation. It adds a little spice of life and that adds up to a lot, especially if a marriage is going through a rough time. I'd suggest it to a lot of my friends, too, if I weren't afraid of them becoming too shocked."
Analistic practices among some married couples, do sometimes invade the perimeter of perversity, if the explanation of a forty-year-old blonde divorcee as to why she sought a divorce is an exact one. Said this woman when interviewed on this subject: "Yeah, I know what you're talking about when you say that word, you're talking about ass licking. That's why I divorced my old man. That was the only way he liked it. Licking my ass. I'd ask him to stick it up me where it needed him and he wouldn't even get a hard on. If he had one, he'd lose it. I'd try everything to get him aroused and nothing would do it except one thing. Know what that one thing was? I had to hike up my dress, lower my panties and bend over almost so I could touch the floor with my nose and then I hadda spread my legs so he could see my anus real good. But even that wasn't enough. Next he wanted to 'surprise' me. I had to stay exactly in that position as if it were the most natural position for someone to be in while he sneaked up on me. He'd crawl over to my ass and then he'd part my cheeks with his hands and then he'd begin the tongue bit, up one side of my buttock, down the other side, and then right into my anus. That'd go on for the longest time and he'd always accuse me of spoiling his fun when I couldn't stand holding that position any more. Don't think it wasn't rough being with that guy for four years before I finally wised up that he was never going to screw me right. I kept thinking if I went along with him, he'd go along with me, too, but it didn't work that way at all.
"Sometimes when I was bent over like I described, he'd take out his penis and begin to play with it and I could see he was hard and I thought maybe I could coax him into my vagina, but no go. Just when I thought he was so excited he just couldn't quit, I'd stand up and turn around so he was getting a go at my vagina with his tongue. You guessed it. He'd lose his hard on, and then he'd whimper that I never would let him enjoy himself.
"In bed it wasn't much different. I'd be hot as a woman can get, be thinking and dreaming about him screwing me and I'd wait patiently while he was making his final preparations that he made before coming to bed each night. He had a lot of idiosyncrasies, the oddest of which was that he liked to curl his eyelashes before coming to bed. Don't think that didn't get me to wondering the first time he did that, but that was tame compared to what he did when we were in bed. Sometimes, after curling his eyelashes, he would come to bed with the biggest hard on you could imagine. He was hung so big that any woman'd want him. He was hung bigger than any guy I had ever run into. I'd say he was at least ten inches long and he was thick, too. So by the time I was watching him with my eyes half closed for a few minutes, I was really ready to go the whole bit. When he got into bed, it was all I could do to keep from reaching over and grabbing his hot cock. But I thought that would be a pretty crude thing to do, so instead I played it pretty cool and just made sure that I moved over close to him so our bodies would touch and then I'd turn a little more as if I were a little bit asleep, so as my cunt would be against him, I mean against his leg.
"So there he was, right in bed, with the hardest hard on imaginable, and do you think I'd get any part of it. No, sireeeee. If he didn't lose his hard when I pushed up against him, he did when I asked him if he'd put it up me. There was absolutely nothing I could do to get him to do it to me the right way. There was always some excuse or other. That he wasn't excited enough, that he was excited too much, that he wasn't quite ready, that he was far too ready to please me as much as he could if I would just turn over and let him get at my 'beautiful brownie,' as he called it. The first time he asked me to do that, I thought it was strange but I'd been married three times as it was and I had had a lot of lovers, and every man has a funny quirk so I turned over, expecting him to push his penis up my anus. No chance. He went at it with his tongue, no less, and it felt good, but that was all he did was tongue me while he was coming off real good. Then he'd roll over, exhausted, and in minutes, he'd be right asleep. Well, the first time don't think it didn't frost me, but I figured well, OK, so he was exhausted that night and I'd just have to wait another night.
"I waited several nights and played it real cool, figuring if he was real turned on, he'd go at me real good. Then, one night that time came. He had as big a hard on as I had ever seen and when he came to bed, he bussed me on the cheek and then he gave me a deep soul kiss and ran his hands up and down my legs and then over to my cunt and I thought it would really turn him on when he noticed I was real lubricated there. It did turn him on, that's for sure. He was most immediate when he asked me to turn over 'because I was driving him clear out of his mind.' By now I was pretty astounded and I let him know. 'Hey, what's going on here?' I asked him. 'Here I am, needing your prick up me and you want me to turn over so you get at my anus.' He apologized for asking me to do it and the next thing I know, he's begging me to turn over. Finally I do and it's the same bit all over again, his tongue at my anus and then his coming off and falling right to sleep.
"This went on for months, with me doing everything possible to get him excited and him invariably wanting me to turn over whenever he got excited. Finally, at the breakfast table I told him we'd have to have a "man-to-man" chat. We did. He finally confessed that he couldn't keep a hard unless he was tonguing an anus, and that the reason he never stuck it up me was because he couldn't. As soon as he tried anything else, he'd lose his erection.
"I asked him why he didn't tell me this before we got married and he said, 'Because I was afraid you wouldn't marry me if I told you that.' I told him he had figured right and that I was going to pack up and get out of there and the next thing I know he's broken down and he's begun to cry, all the while begging me to stay .and to stay, and not to leave.
"I finally figure what the hell, I'll stay, at least for a while and I tell him I'll stay on the one condition that he try to come inside me and that I'll do whatever I can to get him to the point of excitement, but that afterwards, he would have to try and fuck me. He agreed, and that's how I got to the point of bending over and lowering my panties so he could get excited. But not once did he ever hold up to his end of the agreement. Not once did he try to screw me regular."
This woman stated she had little difficulty in gaining a divorce, once she explained to the judge her reasons for wishing one. Doubtless, the man this woman married had an anal fetish and could not under any circumstances be called normal. Married men who do enjoy analism, however, are usually not overboard about it, but there are, nevertheless, some men whose interest in anal activity surpasses their interest in vaginal sexual activity, although they can physically perform whether it be the anus or the vagina. The marriage of Bob D. and Majorie D. is a case in point. For some reason, Bob seemed to prefer anal sexual activity, although .'this was not discovered by Majorie until they had been married for several years and had had a preponderance of normal sex. In looking back, Majorie could see that Bob probably always wanted to have anal intercourse but that he was merely not forceful enough to attempt to overcome her objections.
Majorie had explained to her psychoanalyst over a period of many psychological sessions that in the beginning of their marriage, they occasionally indulged in anal intercourse. "Bob seemed to enjoy it, and I wanted to please him. And I got so I could enjoy it, too, although there were of course a lot of barriers I had to run through before I could relax and enjoy it, so to speak. After all, no one ever even talks about anal intercourse, that makes you think they don't do it either. So I thought it would be a perverted thing to do, especially if I began to enjoy it. I mean by that that sometimes you let your husband do things to you that you don't approve of in order to keep him happy, but you still don't approve of it and certainly you don't enjoy it a whole lot, either.
"So when Bob began to tongue me there and I began to enjoy it so much that I would let him stick his penis up it too, I was shocked and it was not just a small reaction. I was actually horrified at myself that I could enjoy such a dirty thing. And did I enjoy it! Even that was real hard to admit. For a long time, I merely submitted to it and would not allow myself to feel the pleasurable sensations that occurred each time Bob started up my anus. I'd ignore the slight itching that made me want to beg him to push himself up me and when he'd try to make the attempt, I'd become very self-righteous and ask him just what did he think he was going to do. That would often stop him entirely, and it made him feel badly that I wasn't enjoying it, so much so that sometimes he lost his erection."
Majorie explained that Bob did not attempt anal activity for some time after she appeared to be offended and only attempted "normal" sex, but that his total enthusiasm for sex seemed to diminish. At the same time, her desire for anal activity increased. With the increase of her interest, she became so threatened that her reaction was to repress her interest entirely in sex, and the result from this "breakdown of communication" within herself and subsequently with her own husband was hurt feelings on both her part and the part of her husband. Bob felt she had rejected him and Majorie felt similarly. Only after repeated sessions with her psychoanalyst did Majorie begin to accept her own longings for anal activity and thus could understand and accept her husband's interest in the same activity.
Majorie's increased acceptance of this activity seemed to occur at an opportune moment, for their marriage was very close to being on the rocks. For some months, they had had no sexual activity whatsoever. Majorie was frightened that Bob was seeing other women, and if he wasn't, she was certain he was thinking about it. At her psychoanalyst's suggestion, Majorie broached the idea of anal sex to Bob, but by now, Bob himself was mute on the subject, not wanting to discuss it, apparently for fear of revealing too much of himself. Finally, after much coaxing and after much assurance that Majorie herself believed that she enjoyed the anal practice very much did Bob begin to open up and discuss his desires.
During subsequent conversations, Majorie learned that for some reason, her husband needed some anal interplay in order to be able to fully enjoy sex. More than that, he needed, he said, a partner who accepted his "perversion," although he did admit at this point that his attitude did border on a "love me, love my dog" level. He further explained that he did not know exactly why he was so strongly attracted to the anal area but that it was a reality and that he had tried to push sexual-anal thoughts out of his mind, to no avail. Fortunately, Majorie had become so accepting of her own feelings, she could now help Bob. She told him the four words that would once again mend the rift in their marriage.
"Bob," she told him, most seriously one evening. "While you keep chastizing yourself for this desire of yours, don't forget one thing... I enjoy it too!"
Bob was at first shocked, then embarrassed, then totally thrilled. The next time they were together sexually was unique for both of them. Bob freely indulged in his analistic inclinations, probing Majorie's buttocks with his penis and finger, pushing into her anus, and tonguing that area while he slowly began to manipulate her clitoris. Majorie meanwhile enjoyed each of her erotic reactions and soon reached a high degree of erotic excitement, more than she could ever recall experiencing.
After Bob fully satisfied his anal desires, he then became interested in his genital desires, and soon, he was making love to Majorie in the customary, "accepted" manner of tonguing her sexual parts while she fondled his genitals and of eventually entering her vagina. Majorie stated that her husband's lengthy foreplay both at her genital and at her anal area had brought her to a fever pitch she had not previously known and when Bob began the coital stroking movements, she experienced an orgasm so strong that she would not have believed possible.
"After that," Majorie stated, "there were no sexual problems. With the end of our sexual problems, the other problems as well seemed to disappear. We didn't squabble about finances, or how to spend our time, or, really, anything. He became more gentle and loving, and I became more and more understanding. I guess you might say that it was the first time in my life that I had felt true sexual love and I suppose it was the first time in Bob's life that he felt loved for what he was.
"Now, every time we do have sex, there is always some analism along with it. Recently, I've begun to become an active partner in this also, and I find that Bob enjoys as much as I do, the love partner's finger slowly being pushed up his anus. And I enjoy that too. And what's more I told him so!"
For many couples, analism is becoming a more acceptable practice, if those who are beginning to discuss this practice indicate that a general behavioral trend is in progress. Yet it may be that the greater freedom of sex expression is merely making the limited few who do participate in anal erotic practices more verbal.
Certainly no one would ascertain that a majority of marrieds participate in this activity. And many wives who will not permit this behavior are, in their refusal, encouraging their mates to satisfy their anal erotic desires elsewhere, as we shall see in the next chapter.
CHAPTER NINE - Analism and the Prostitute
Prostitution has long served the needs of man and woman by supplying sexual outlets which are not readily obtainable elsewhere. A need created and a release object hard to obtain spawned the beginnings of prostitution, which offers sexual releases in exchange for money. But prostitution does more than merely offer a simple sexual release. It also affords the practice of sexual behavior which is considered "unacceptable" in a majority of bedrooms in this country and elsewhere.
In dealing with prostitutes, a man - or woman, as the case may be - often feels that since there has been an exchange of money, the prostitute's entire body should then be at the beck and call of the payee, and many men frequenting the houses of prostitution today do so not so much because they need a sexual release, but because they seek bizarre sex they cannot otherwise have.
Large numbers of men select the houses of prostitution available to rid themselves of their "unusual" sexual desires, returning afterwards to their marital bedrooms where their sexual behavior again becomes "proper." Some men who seem, on the surface, to be happily married seek the services of a house of prostitution to rid themselves of their very strong homosexual leanings. Although in the United States, most prostitution of a homosexual type is carried on by male streetwalkers who advertise their sexual leanings by effeminate dress and mannerisms, there are other locations where male sexual intercourse can be found for a price. Some male prostitutes frequent the gay bars, and while they do not openly solicit customers, their availability is nevertheless blatantly apparent.
Many of the massage parlors in the larger American cities provide a supply of young male prostitutes, and in some cases as well, the cubicles within which homosexual activity can take place. The same is true of many public baths and so-called "health clubs."
In some areas of the United States, juvenile street gangs either terrorize neighborhood children into becoming male prostitutes or insist upon such activity as a prerequisite for joining the club. And then, too, there are the "independents," or young men who have homosexual leanings and little means of making money in legitimate areas who frequent the public latrines waiting for men who desire a homosexual encounter.
Brothels staffed with young male homosexual prostitutes do exist in the United States, but they are indeed rare. In other countries, and especially the East, brothels inhabited by boys and eunuchs are readily available, and demand prices far greater than do women prostitutes. In most of the cosmopolitan cities throughout the world, houses of prostitution populated by male homosexuals are made available to travelers and to townspeople. With travel becoming more available to the average person, and thus more common, it may well be that certain men who wish to remain most anonymous may travel to foreign countries to rid themselves of their "untoward" sexual desires.
This is the method preferred by at least one married man interviewed, who states that his periodic "business" trips to Mexico City are, to be more precise, trips taken solely for the purpose of getting release from anal erotic pressures which, from time to time, create inordinate physical and psychological pressure. The man, in his late forties, and who agreed to discuss his solution to his particular "aberration" so long as he would be totally anonymous, gave this explanation of his activities: "Look at it this way, I'm a respectable businessman, I'm married and I've got three lovely daughters. I'm a good husband and I'm a good provider. I love my wife and I don't want anything to happen to my family or to my marriage. But ever since I was young, I've felt the need of having an occasional affair with a boy's anus. Don't ask me why, I don't know. But I've been like this ever since I got married, and even before, and I don't think I'm going to change at this late date.
"You can imagine the problems this poses for me. Do you think I could go around town and try to satisfy my strange urges? No way. I'm from a fairly large town, nearly one million people all told, but you really narrow things down when you have to traipse around the seamy side of the city. I could no more try to pick up a young man in our city then I could jump off the Empire State building with no one knowing it. So that's out.
"I guess I could try to line up some nice little boy and set him up in an apartment somewhere. I have enough money to do that, but how do I know he wouldn't turn around and blackmail me? No, that's far too risky also. But I did figure out a solution and that was during a trip I took, on business, down to Mexico City. My wife, in fact, was on the trip with me, and she was as shocked as I when a friend of ours pointed out a small building in the center of town as being a house of prostitution for male homosexuals. Our friend knew little about it actually, just that it cost about the same as female houses of prostitution and that it was run by a madame who lived above the 'hired help' with her family.
"Nothing much more was said about it, but I made a mental note as to the location and the next time I planned a business trip to Mexico City, it was more with that house of prostitution in mind than it was for importing goods from Mexico. You see, I figured that it would be relatively easy to fly to Mexico every once in a while and to participate in the pleasures promised me there. I'd been to a house of prostitution in the States several times, so I was not new to the procedure. But going to a male house of prostitution affords a very especial thrill. In many ways, you feel as if you are in a very strange movie house. The madame ushers you into a large drawing room and there are several young, very sexy looking boys watching television and sitting in very sexual poses. All of them give you the eye and several of them become quite provocative, brushing near you in their swishy manner.
"But after the feeling that I was watching a foreign movie wore off, I began to get excited watching them and I could not help running my tongue over my lips when I was watching one young boy who must have been under eighteen. He was dark, probably a Mexican Indian, was very slight, and looked almost effeminate, more like a woman than a man. I wondered if he had even started growing a beard as yet and then thought if he had, it would have to be a very light one. His big, brown eyes almost appeared to have tears in them, and I could not help but motion him over to me.
"'Yes, sir?' he said to me almost eagerly.
"How much?" I asked him.
"'Oh, Senor. Only as much as you want to geeve me, and not a penny more, Senor,' he answered.
"I nodded all right and asked him to take me to a room and he led me down a poorly lighted hall to a large room with no carpeting, just the heavy wooden floors. There was a divan in one corner, and several easy chairs as well as the large double bed. The room was lighted by one lamp near the divan and one lamp near the bed. The window was covered by a curtain, but still you could see the rhythmic flashing of a green and red neon light. For a moment, I wondered just what I should do, but the boy settled all that in very short order.
"'Senor, you want to take off your clothes and put them in the closet?' He moved to the other side of the room, and turned on a singular light which illuminated a small dressing room, and beyond, a bathroom. I thanked him and stepped inside to remove my clothes. I noticed then several shavers and razors, towels, wash cloths and towels and surmised that it was not unusual for Americans to frequent this particular house. 'Senor,' I heard the boy say from the other room. 'There is a clean bedrobe in the closet should you want.' "I moved aside the curtain to the closet and there were, indeed, several bathrobes. I selected one, urinated, and walked back into the bedroom.
"The young boy had disrobed as well and was lying on the bed, his small penis hard with an erection. 'Senor,' he asked as I approached the bed. 'What is your preference?' "I walked all the way over to him and in a breathless manner looked his youthful body over from head to toe. Then I smiled, and patted him on the rear. 'This,' I told him. 'This is my preference.' "'You no want me to suck?' "'Yes, I want you to suck. But after you suck, this is my preference.' And I again patted him on his butt.
"Rather than lie on the bed at first, I instead became quite excited at him sucking on my penis while I merely stood near the edge of the bed. He picked up immediately on what I wanted him to do and he moved over toward me, running the tips of his fingers up and down my legs and then starting to lick me first on one thigh, and then on another. Next he began to move his tongue clean across my balls, touching their most sensitive areas while his right hand began to gently tickle my prick. The sight of his young, virginal-type face against my balls and prick excited me greatly, and my prick began to show the evidence of my excitement.
"As soon as my erection began, the young boy looked as if he were overjoyed. First, he glanced up at me as if to ask whether he should lie down on his stomach now, but he quickly read my desires in my face, and instead ran his tongue up the underside of my penis and onto the tip after which he opened his mouth wide so that he could take in as much of my prick as possible.
"It was obvious that the young boy was very practiced at his craft, for I cannot recall ever being driven to such heights in so short a time. I had to separate his mouth from my penis, so close was I to coming.
"I motioned for him to lie on the bed and there was a look of great pleasure and anticipation that further enhanced my excitement - that and watching my fully erect penis outlined in the aftermath of color from the neon light, the reds and the greens making weird patterns on the boy's youthful buttocks and this, too, was a source of excitement.
"It had been a great deal of time since I had penetrated the buttocks of a young boy and my hands were trembling fully as much as was my prick. Possibly it was because of this that I was not more careful in entering the boy. But then, too, possibly it was something else. For when I spread the boy's legs as wide as they would go and still not close enough to his anus for me, I then reached for his hips and hoisted him up in an almost brutal fashion. I took from his head the pillow he was resting on, and shoved this under his stomach. A second pillow I placed under his thighs.
"His body was now precisely prepared for my entry, and still, there was ample room for me to hold his penis should I desire to do that also.
"The pillows helped to relax him and his buttock cheeks parted even before I had to separate them with my hands. I had not bothered to put any vaseline on my penis before, and the thought of ramming up him and even hurting him gave me an additional amount of excitement. For that's what I did. I probed his anus for a few moments, until I had located the precise area which would grant me total entry. I did not even ease it up at that point. Instead, I took hold of his haunches and with one mighty shove, ran all the way up.
"The boy could not help but cry out, although he did attempt to muffle his scream. But I was in a frenzy by now and my sexuality was at a height as was my anger. I gritted my teeth as I retreated from his anus and then slammed into him again, and again, and again, until my frenzy and excitement was at an explosion point, and when I finally did come, I lifted the boy's entire rear into the air as I pumped my semen into him again, and again, and again, dropping his body again to the bed only after the very last vestige of manhood drained from my body, and relaxed my prick.
"I lay for a very long time on the back of the boy, who was still whimpering, and, in the reds and greens being flashed into the room, I could see their reflection in the tears which sprung from big, brown eyes.
"Then, I was off him, and I slapped him on the fanny.
"'Come on, now,' I told him. 'It is all over, and I will hurt you no more. Come on. Clean me off.' "The boy rose from the bed and went into the second room, where his tears flowed more strongly, from the sounds I heard along with the running of water from the tap. He returned momentarily, with a wet, warm towel and a dry one. His eyes were still swollen and damp as he carefully and gently cleaned off my prick and the semen that remained on it. Then he gently dried off all the moisture.
"'Now, my clothes,' I demanded, and he brought those also, helping me on with them. When I had totally dressed, I took his young face in my hands and drew the boy to me. Holding him closely, I told him how much he had pleased me and that I was sorry if I had hurt him. And I told him that I would be back many times, and that I would like to see him again the next time I was down.
"'I am not always so rough,' I assured him. 'You will find that I am quite generous, with my affections as well as with my money.' With that, I tossed him a fifty-dollar bill, and his eyes lit up immensely. He was all smiles then.
"'Oh, do come back soon, Senor. Please.' "He ushered me out to the foyer again and I left for the night. I caught a plane for the US the following day. I have returned three times since that initial trip and the arrangement works wonders for me. I am not afraid of being 'found out' and even if someone wanted to blackmail me it would be most difficult. Meanwhile, I have release for my 'strange' desires, but I do not run the risk of ruination. It is ideal, and a most fortunate arrangement."
Not all prostitution involving anal intercourse is performed by male homosexuals who have turned to prostitution as a means of making money. Female prostitutes as well resort to analism and anal intercourse. Some men especially enjoy having a woman tongue their anal area, and some prostitutes resort to satisfying their customers in this manner.
In The Cradle of Erotica, R. E. L. Masters reports his personal observations that just after World War II, there was a considerable increase in the practice of analingus by German females. Masters reports that the act of tonguing the male anus of their conquerors symbolized on the part of the German female their total subjugation, as well as other psychosexual disturbances. Moreover, while the German women often had this sexual activity with men of the occupying Allied powers, that many of the German women would have nothing to do with their own defeated troops. Masters feels that the pleasure derived by German females from this practice had a masochistic bent and was aimed at, and successfully evoked a sadistic response in the male participants.
The desire of men for their anus to be tongued is not just limited to the armed forces Masters mentions. Many men who seek the services of prostitutes wish to have their anus sucked and licked, if the experience of one prostitute interviewed is as general as she seems to think it is.
"A lot of the guys who come to me, they come to me so I'll do that to 'em. I guess almost all my customers want me to do it. I've heard of other gals in the business being asked to do that and some of 'em do and some of 'em don't. I figure why not? They're paying the money, they can have it any way they want. So maybe it's true that I've got a big reputation for doing it real good and that's why so many guys come to me with this hang-up.
"The first time it happened, I was really shocked. So shocked I almost laughed right in the guy's face. Here was this guy, he musta been 6'4" tall. I told him to come in and showed him where he could put his clothes. Then I started to disrobe, like I usually do, and then I asked him how he wanted it, what his preference was. He just stood there, all 6'4" of him, and I swear he looked just like a little boy about to make a special request from his mother. He almost stuttered when he asked me 'Will you lick me?' "'Sure, I'll lick ya,' I told him. 'Lie down on the bed and I'll be right witya.' I finished hanging up my robe and then turned to the bed. And whatya think? Was he lying on his back so I could lick his prick real good? No. He was on his stomach, with his legs spread wide open. 'How do ya think I can lick ya when you're like that, man?' I asked him.
"'Oh, it's easier this way,' he answered and he took both of his hands and spread his buttocks apart.
"You want me to lick your hole?" I asked him and my voice, I know, showed I was shocked.
"'Well, yeah, sure,' he said, and his voice had a hurt expression to it, like I'd really shot him down. And then he seemed like a little boy again. 'Won't you do it?' "I said, 'Man, there hasn't ever been anybody asked me to do that yet, but I guess there's a first time for everything.' And, still muttering something like what was the world coming to, I got on the bed and gave his hole a go.
"I tell ya, all the while I was doing it, I was trying to figure out why a big guy like him would want it that way. But I went at him anyway and I guess I did him good, because he started his moaning and groaning within a few minutes. Me, I was kindda surprised at myself. In this business you can't be squeamish about bodies, or you're in trouble. I mean, where would any prostitute be if she got disgusted at a prick or a guy's balls, or his hole? Nowhere, that's where. In this business, you gotta treat everything equal, and the same goes for the hole.
"I was kindda surprised myself that there wasn't any bad taste to it and I figured that the guy had probably washed there before he came over. Since then, I've had a lotta guys who don't wash it first and that's when I have to put my foot down. This isn't hard for me to do, not hard for any prostitute to do, at least, shouldn't be, cause you gotta check a guy to see if he's got the clap and if he does, you gotta tell him it's no go, so it's easy too if a guy has got a dirty hole to suggest that a nice hot wet towel will feel good there and so you can clean him off real good before you give him the business.
"But with this first guy, there wasn't any bad taste, but I did wonder just how it should be done so a guy would most enjoy it. All I could think of was the times guys had done me there and how much I enjoyed it, so I just gave this guy the same business I had gotten earlier, before I went into prostitution.
"I just kept running my tongue around his hole and I kept spreading his cheeks wider with my hands so there was more of his anus exposed and I'd make sure there was a lot of saliva there so his kisses would be real wet and warm. The more I spread his cheeks wide the more he moaned so that was a clear indication that I was doing it right for him, I finally got so I spread them so wide that when I put my tongue right in the center of his anus and let go of his butt cheeks, his anus would snap back and hold my tongue there.
"The guy was making sounds like he was delirious!
"In spite of myself, I began to get excited myself and that's really odd in this business. But I got carried away with what I was doing and then I started pushing my tongue up as far as it would go and that turned him on all the more. Then I got the bright idea of sticking my finger up there as well. I did that and ran my finger back and forth in his hole and then I'd make sure my tongue was there when I took my finger out so I could excite him all the more in areas I couldn't have reached unless I had put my finger there. Then I got another bright idea. I'd spread his hole with two separate fingers, one from each hand. Then, I'd stick my tongue in as far as it would go. Then I'd take my fingers out and his hole would snap back on my tongue. I'd take the longest time before I'd take my tongue out, and I'd move it back and forth before I did so.
"The guy, he was going off his nut. He'd moved his hand around so he could grab hold of his prick and he was giving his prick the business while I was going at his hole.
"Finally his whole body went rigid and his buttocks slammed shut on my cheeks as his orgasm started. I was so engrossed in my work I hadn't realized that he had started coming, and I thought it was strange that he didn't want anything else from me except to lick him there. But he didn't. As soon a she had finished, he wanted to get out, and get out he did. But he paid me good and he tipped me well, and he was a regular customer after that!"
The prostitute stated that soon after that experience, more and more men called her, requesting the same services.
"They came in droves, after that. All wanting the exact same thing. I raised my price time after time and that only seemed to bring more guys to me. Rarely did any of them want to fuck me regular, although a couple wanted to push it up my hole after I had licked and sucked theirs for a while. One fellow didn't want me to do anything to him at all, just wanted to lick me there while his fingers kept busy with my clit. He came off without even touching himself.
"I figure what the hell. I'm in prostitution because of the money. What's the difference if a guy sticks it up my rear instead of my cunt? And if he doesn't want to use his prick at all, and just have me make him come off with my tongue in his asshole, so what about that? As far as I can see, it's cleaner than him having his semen spread all the way up my vagina. Besides, a lot of times I even forget it's an asshole I'm licking."
Prostitution affords a great many men the satisfaction of anal erotic desires, but by far the most pronounced pederastic participant is the male homosexual, who is the subject of the next chapter.
CHAPTER TEN - Analism and the Male Homosexual
The male homosexual is part and parcel of everyday society, and pederasty is part and parcel of most male homosexual encounters. While sodomy is more openly practiced in the Eastern part of the world, the West is either experiencing an upsurge of homosexual behavior, or the male homosexual is becoming less secretive.
For some male homosexuals, the anus becomes symbolic of the female vagina. Thus, in the mind of the active pederast, he is penetrating his partner's "vaginal" offering, while the passive love partner often feels he is receiving his lover's seminal gift in much the same manner as the female does via her vagina.
Thus, men who cannot cohabit with women because of their aversion or fears, turn to the male anus as a substitute vagina. And for the homosexual who has lost his male identity, preferring feminine roles, dress, and reactions, the anus is not only the logical, but a highly eroticizing substitute for the vagina he lacks.
In most homosexual arrangements, one man becomes the stronger, or more masculine, while the other assumes a more feminine role. Yet compatible though it may sound, this arrangement is fraught with problems, as illustrated by the case history of a slight young man who had a lengthy homosexual relationship with a well-known male actor. Said this young man: "Ronald and I broke up after just a couple of years, for several reasons like you've expressed. We had a very torrid love relationship at first, and he would have it no other way than for us to be living together. I moved into his apartment at the beach and became a part of his acting life, meeting his friends and doing whatever he wanted me to when he wanted it. It was an idyllic relationship at first, for I loved Ronald and he was strong, and had the strength I lacked. I was very much attracted to his body as well, for I was always small, and slight, while he was so very muscular, and tall, and manly.
"Naturally I was the weaker one in the relationship, the feminine one. Ronald was always the aggressor in sex and in everything else. It was he who asked me to come to him when he felt desirous of sex. And it was he who would run his tongue and his hands over my body, readying me for his entry. And it was he who would be the one to enter my body, while I lay on my stomach, my legs spread wide for him to enter me there.
"It was not that I did not enjoy the sex that way. It gave me a great deal of pleasure to be, so to speak, lying in weight for my lover. And my rear was well accustomed to having an erect penis penetrate it. At first it was very painful, but after not too much 'practice,' my anus opened wider and wider at the beckoning of whatever penis happened to probe its puckerings.
"Once the onslaught of the penis had begun, it was a near ecstasy that I felt, as the stout member of my lover would slowly ooze up my rectal walls until my entire rectum was filled not with a fullness that would pass out of my body leaving only the barest remnants, but with a fullness that would leave behind it the hot sputtering of a spent penis, angry at leaving its warm niche. To say this did not excite me would be totally dishonest. It did. And I loved it.
"I don't mean to say that that was the only thing we did, but ours was a very strange relationship. I was not new to homosexuality. I'm twenty-three now and I lived with Ron for two years. But I was a homosexual right from the start, ever since I was ten and masturbated one of the fellows on the block. I guess I must have had about eight affairs with guys since then. I mean serious affairs. I've had sex with a lot of fellows, but they were more like one-night affairs.
"I tried, a couple times, having sex with gals but it never worked out right. For one thing, women repulse me and the few gals I was even remotely attracted to weren't attracted to me. So I guess I was earmarked for being a queer right from the start.
"But with the other fellows, it was a more mutual thing than it was with Ron. I mean by that that we would really have fun in bed. We'd both kiss one another on the lips and rub our pricks together and cup one another's balls. A lot of times we'd do the sixty-nine bit and spend literally hours teasing one another's penis, licking, sucking, and kissing it until we enticed the juices out of the stem so we could swallow one another's love potion.
"We did a lot more besides. If one of us felt like sodomizing the other, that would happen, too, and I came to enjoy that as much as I did our other sexing. Like I said, the first time that happened, it hurt, but it felt good even while it hurt. I mean I can remember all my apprehensions and fears when it was first done to me, I think it was Bill who 'deflowered' my anus. That was when I was just nineteen and a frosh in college. Bill and I had been constant companions, and I spent more time at his apartment then I did at the dorm.
"Within a very short time, we felt each other out about our sexual leanings and it wasn't much later that we were feeling out one another's bodies too. That very first night, Bill asked if I minded if he fucked me as if I were a woman and I told him no but that I had never done it before and to take it easy. He told me that he would be very careful and he was. Still I was very apprehensive, and often he would have to become quite firm and directive.
"It gave me a very strange feeling, lying on my stomach with him spreading my legs wide. I guess I was even more frightened by the fact I couldn't see what he was doing, I could only anticipate that and then feel him when he touched me. But he did ready me all right. His penis was fully erect, and he ran it up and down my leg and massaged my buttocks at the same time until I began to relax and the muscles in my buttocks did, too. But still I was apprehensive and Bill must have felt this, because he spent a long, long time tickling my legs, and my buttocks and at one point, he reached around so he could also fondle my prick and balls. That got to me. I gave myself up to sensuality and let myself thoroughly enjoy every touch to my body. My prick hardened under the expert touch of Bill's delicate fingers and it was I, not Bill, who maneuvered my buttocks so there was ready access to my anus.
"But Bill took his time. He pressed his penis against my leg and rhythmically pressed back and forth against it while he continued running his fingers over my legs, my back, and my buttocks. Only after I asked him to tickle my crevice did he do so. He slowly and gently ran his finger up and down the crevice and when he came to my anus, he circled it with his finger and then ran his finger back and forth across my anus.
"He did this for the longest time, all the while still gently squeezing my erect penis and then I felt the hardness of his finger gently sliding into my anus. I immediately gasped, and held my breath as his finger continued its upward probing. I can't say that I felt as a woman might when a finger probed her vagina of course, but I do recall a certain thrill running through my mind when I imagined that my anus was instead a vagina.
"As his finger penetrated farther, I became aware of a very pleasurable feeling that was decidedly sensual and I am certain Bill noticed the sensual response of my penis, which throbbed in his hand. He had no doubt put some vaseline on his finger, because it easily slid in, and out of my anus and up my rectum. Now I know that Bill was quite practiced in his method, for he continued with his finger until I not only became totally receptive of having something up my anus but actually missed and desired the presence of a warm throbbing object.
"While he continued his finger probing of my anus, his other hand was still very busy with the task of keeping my prick hard, although I must admit that I was becoming so excited by now that nothing more was needed. My whole body complained if he removed his finger from my anus, and there was a decided itching in my anus as well. Now that he had opened my rectum, so to speak, it felt empty when his finger had left, and I let him know this by spreading my legs even wider and moving my buttocks closer to him so he could again put his finger up it. But this time he did not. And finally I had to beg him to do it.
"I guess that was the moment he was waiting for, for he moved so his penis was poised where his finger had been previously and it was not a moment before I felt its large warmth pushing against my entire anus!
"Despite the fact that I was very excited, I again held my breath, being apprehensive of what was destined to occur. And I did not have long to wait to find out what it was like.
"Bill again took his time you might say. He had put some vaseline on the tip of his penis and rubbed it up and down my anus until I again relaxed. Then he started inching his prick through my anal opening. Slowly, and steadily, he pushed against it until the opening gave way to his insistence. I felt my anus dilate and his warm penis push inward. There was a great deal of pain at first, but it was a warm, good, sexual pain and I wanted more of it and Bill knew that as well as I did.
"He was breathing almost as deeply as I was while I lay passively receiving him. He moved even farther in, then farther, and I was beginning to go half out of my mind both with the pain and my heightened sexual responses. I wanted him in me all the way and I told him this and he probed now much faster and deeper and he grunted and groaned as his penis went into me even farther.
"Finally, he was all the way in. I cannot describe the delicious sensation I felt by having his maleness up me. It was the most excruciating pleasure, as well as pain, that I had experienced up to that time. And it was apparent that his trip into my rectum had been an exhausting one, because he lay on my buttocks and back, breathing deeply and heavily as if catching his breath. Then I felt his strong hands reach around me and fondle my penis. He then gave a hefty movement and the first thing I know, I was lying on top of him, nearly sitting on him with his penis up my anus even farther and his hands masturbating my penis almost as well as I masturbated it when I was alone and most frustrated.
"It was the first time in my life I had been so excited. Here I was doing absolutely nothing to speak of and I was going clean out of my mind. Bill took hold of my thighs and rammed me down on top of him as far as I could go and for a few long moments he would pull me down while he thrust up into me even farther. I could not help but feel used, and helpless, like I am sure women feel like during sex, but this thrilled me all the more. Bill continued thrusting up against me for the longest time and I could feel my anus and my rectum dilate even more, and more, and I was in seventh heaven.
"But there was more to come yet. Bill was as excited as any man can be before ejaculation and I thought he was going to come right in me, but he suddenly stopped his movements and relaxed his body, again taking my hard prick in his hands and masturbating it. Then, with one quick deft movement, I found myself, still anally impaled by Bill, on my side on the bed and Bill's larger body outlining mine. Again, he started pounding at my rear while his hand was beating at my prick and I let myself go entirely to his manipulations, as if I were a mere extension of his personality. Within moments, I felt him reach a crescendo, increasing the momentum of his prick jabs into my rectum and increasing the fast masturbatory movements of his hand on my penis. Finally I heard his orgiastic gasp and he emitted a strange cry, after which his semen began flooding my rectum. His excitement touched off a similar run of sexuality and I, too, came, my own hot whiteness spurting outward in the air and falling to the white sheets and the rest oozing out of the tip and down to Bill's hand."
The young homosexual continued his description of his first sodomite experience and stated that he very much enjoyed being the passive partner. After innumerable encounters with Bill during which the young homosexual submitted to his advances, other men were as well included in his coterie of lovers. In many ways, the existence of the young homosexual was very similar to that of many young women who, very attractive, have a great many admirers, dates, and lovers. Not once did the young homosexual wish to become the sexual aggressor, until he began living with his actor-lover, Ronald.
"As I mentioned, there were a great deal of problems when I lived with Ronald - oh, not at first, there weren't. At first, it was idyllic. I didn't mind doing everything Ronald asked of me. Certainly I enjoyed as much as I did with other men receiving the gift from his penis in my rectum. Maybe the problem with Ronald was that he was simply too masculine. With the others, there was no sharp demarcation between who was taking the masculine role and who was taking the feminine role. But with Ronald there was.
"Even when he was in movies, they always cast him in real masculine roles. He was the one who was always the tough guy, the hero, the guy who got the girl. And he lived his life that way, too, and that is probably why I began to react so strangely. For you see, Ronald could not drop his masculine role even when he entered our beach home. He still wanted to give orders and have things done in a very precise fashion.
"First it was that he wanted his drinks served right when he arrived home. Then he wanted dinner served him on a silver platter. At all times, I would have to be freshly bathed just in case he wanted to satisfy his sexual whims. Then, as time wore on, he wanted me to do even more strange things, like wear perfume, and more frilly blouses. If I told him no, he became very angry, and on several occasions, he hit me in order to, as he put it, 'force me into subjugation.' "So it wasn't that I lost interest in having a male penis up me, for when Ronald and I first lived together, I could hardly wait for him to get home so I could begin to sashay around in the bathing trunks he loved so well, and to entice him until he would whack my behind and take me into the bedroom. He always wanted me to lie in wait until he came to arouse me and I tried to do this, but often I was already hard before he even began to kiss my body. That seemed to bother him sometimes, as if he were not in control of me. Other times, he would joke about it, saying that my penis had a 'mind of its own.' I got the impression that somehow frightened him.
"Our lovemaking followed the same pattern. When Ronald wanted to penetrate me, he would tell me to turn over and he would have a go at my anus. He was not as soft nor as gentle as was Bill or my other lovers, and Ronald came much faster. When I would ask him to take longer, because I enjoyed it, he merely laughed and said, 'You're all alike.' And I got the distinct impression that it was only through much conscious effort that he did not say 'You women are all alike.' "As time went on, it wore away at the bond of our relationship. More and more there were arguments. Less and less did I want his penis up me. And I became angry.
"Ronald's almost insane insistence that he be the man at all times put a great deal of strain on me. It finally got so bad that every time I reacted in a masculine way he would put me down and once he even told me that he couldn't stand a woman acting like a man. I could hardly believe my ears. I asked him, what did he think I was. I said I was a man, and he merely laughed. 'You?' he sneered. 'A man? That's funny.' "From that moment on, our relationship was on a downhill slide. True, I continued to submit to Ronald's advances, but it was almost as if I were a total masochist. I gritted my teeth when he did it to me and sometimes I did not even get a hard on. This made him angry as well and encouraged him all the more to treat me merely as an object, rather than a human being. The more tense things became, the more demanding I got.
"One evening when Ronald arrived from the day's shooting, he asked me to come into the den and talk. He told me he had been giving our relationship a lot of thought, and that there were a lot of problems to be worked out, otherwise we would have to break up. He said he was going to try his best to make things better and that he wished I would do the same. He said a lot of other things as well, and when he finally wound down, I began to speak, telling him that there were a few things I needed to talk about. 'I'm too tired to discuss it tonight,' he said. 'Come on, let's go to bed. If we waste time with your problems, we won't have any time whatsoever to make love, eh?' He turned to me at that point, and put his arm over my shoulder and urged me into the bedroom.
"I was furious, but I did not show it. Instead, I did as he bid. First, he disrobed and lay upon the bed and then he asked me to turn on the colored lights and to put on the music, which I did. Then he wanted me to do my dance for him during which I was to remove my clothes. This I did, and I made certain that my movements this time were far more sexy than any previous time. My movements had a decided effect upon him and he watched me in the vari-colored lights, removing first, my shirt, which I dropped to the floor and then I busied myself with my trousers. I turned so he could see me separate the top button from its binding and then I turned so he could see the bulge of my erection straining against the cloth. I took much time moving the trousers down so that my hardened prick suddenly sprung free in full view and at that moment I turned to face Ronald.
"He already had a hard on and he spent some time continuing to look me up and down. Then he motioned for me to join him on the bed. I again did as he bid, but I sat near the bottom of the bed and placed my legs so he could see the hardness rising above my leg and the heavy weight of my balls beneath my leg. He studied both for quite some time and then licked his lips. I then lay back on the bed in a prone position with my prick rising at right angles from my body.
"He began muttering that I was lovely, and beautiful, and that he loved my body and then I felt his hands on my thighs and then on my prick. His other hand gathered my balls and slowly squeezed them in and out while his mouth went to my prick. He opened wide and took as much of it as possible. After sucking and slurping on it for the longest time, which ordinarily would have excited me all the more were I still not so angry, he then began to run his tongue up and down my leg, which was his usual prelude to asking me to turn over so he could ram himself up my rear.
"But this time, it was different, I was determined to have my way. 'Ron?' I asked him in a low, sexy voice. 'Yes, darling. What is it?' he answered, a little gruffly. 'Will you do something for me?' I queried. 'Of course, darling. What do you want me to do?' he asked in turn. 'I want you to let me do it to you.' "That was like pushing every button on a computer at the same time. Ronald left my prick area immediately and sat bolt upright in bed, as if my soft, sexy words were a lightning bolt that seared through his very being. 'You want to do it to me?"Yes, darling.' I said. 'That's absurd!' he exclaimed, and he was shaking, and so angry and upset he almost immediately lost his erection. He then told me that it was ridiculous for me to even consider going up him, as that would be a very degrading thing for him to do. I asked him why it would be so degrading and he told me that it would lessen his import as a man. I told him that I had submitted to him for nearly two years, but he merely scoffed at that. 'You,' he said. 'That's different.' I asked him more about that and he just got more upset. 'Never!' he finally stated. 'I will never, ever allow anyone to do that to me!' "His reaction bothered me no end. If he loved me so much, why would he ask me to submit to something he himself would not submit to. If he loved me as a man, why wouldn't he let me act like the man. I began to see how he had begun to distort my being into something I was not. I began to see what Ronald really wanted. Actually he wanted a woman, but he had too much hostility for them and could not have sex with them. So he selected a young boy, or man, instead. Then, because he could not accept himself as a homosexual, he started to make his lover more and more feminine, until nearly all vestiges of manhood did not exist. In short, he was making something of an eunuch of me, and I began, that very night, to see Ronald in a true light.
"It was an ugly light. He cared for nothing, no one, other than himself, that was apparent. What I had thought was a love for me was merely an extension of his love for himself. He needed to hold onto his weakened manhood at whatever the cost. As I had said before, it was not that I begrudged him entry to my anal area, because I do enjoy that very much. But after seeing him as he really was, I could hardly ever again submit to his advances and I did not.
"That, of course, made for a great deal of tension during the remaining days I spent with Ronald. Naturally he thought my insistence was some sort of feminine whim that I would get over in short order, but each time he attempted to make a sexual advance, I told him no, not unless he would let me do it to him. Eventually he became very childlike, and even began to sulk. I found this all the more disgusting and on several occasions wondered just what I had seen in Ronald in the first place.
"It was, of course, very difficult for me to move on my own. I had had no job whatsoever, being totally supported by Ronald. So where could I go? Home to mama? That, of course, was totally out, but as fate very often has it, I was granted an exit just the next week. A friend of Ronald's from the East dropped in unexpectedly at the apartment. From the first moment our eyes met, I knew that he would be my next lover, but I didn't know it would be that same day, in the same apartment.
"For some reason, everything clicked, and I did not move away when his hand fell upon my shoulder nor did I thwart his efforts when he pulled me to him, clasping me close to his body so I could feel his huge penis crossing my own. He moved me back and forth against him and it was with a hoarse voice that he suggested we go into the bedroom.
"I can't explain this instinctive recognition that one homosexual has for another, but he was just the right guy for me. We kissed one another for the longest time, and then we both helped one another off with our clothes. We lay upon the bed, nude, and again kissed, our bodies rubbing up against one another. He asked me how I would like it 'this time,' and as soon as he said that, I did not care. He said he liked it both ways and that it did not matter to him either and so I had my first opportunity in several years to do the exact thing that Ronald had refused me throughout our relationship.
"It was actually the first time that I had ever penetrated a man's anus, and I must confess that the mere thought of it frightened me so much that I nearly lost my erection. But he did help me along, mainly by moving his butt up and taking my penis and aiming it right for his anal hole. So again, you cannot say I was really the aggressor, since I was being guided along, but it did give me a delicious sensation to have the tip of my penis against his anus and the pressures of his anus against my prick tip sent shudders up and down my backbone.
"I remember that he told me to hurry and to go farther in and so I increased the pressure with my prick until I made a bit of headway and once again I thought on the one hand I might swoon and on the other, that I might come off right then and there. For it felt magnificent and as I inched in it was like a warm moist being was squeezing my penis just firmly enough while a warm mouth without any teeth took care of the portion of my prick that its hands would not.
"I grunted and groaned as I forced myself upward into his anal cavity and he began moving back and forth, back and forth to help ease my entry into him. I became dizzied by this and had to stop on several occasions so that I would not come off right then. When he told me to come off, though, it was just a matter of a few minutes before I did. I maneuvered just between his spread legs and put my hands on either side of his waist and slammed into him once, then twice, then more and more.
"With each slamming movement, every sensitive portion of my penis would be touched off and when I would withdraw slightly, it was as if my penis was catching its breath for its next onslaught. I could see my newfound lover was also very excited, for his face was turned sideways on the pillow of the bed and I could see the look of utter rapture on his face.
"Finally, I could contain myself no more, and I felt as if my whole body was short circuited and it was with a gasp that my final slamming into his anal area was followed by a kaleidoscope of colors that whirled throughout my brain while my penis drained itself of all the material that had prompted its erection. I merely collapsed upon the butt and back of my passive lover, and I grabbed his shoulders and planted a few deep kisses at his back. Eventually, we parted, kissed again, and got dressed, fortunately for both of us. For just as soon as we had put on our clothes and had left the bedroom for the living room, Ronald returned.
"He was not the least bit happy to see the friend of his, and I think he thought something had occurred between us. He was livid with rage and told both of us to get out, and he brandished a poker right in front of our faces. I didn't even take the chance of being hit at all. I left without any of my clothes and Bart drove me to the apartment he was staying in.
"Bart told me I could stay with him, which I did, and then one day Bart went over to Ronald's to get my clothes. He got them for me, and I've been living with Bart ever since. I do believe I love Bart more than any of the other fellows. And one thing's for sure: he'll let me be the man anytime I want to be!"
While this extensive case history gives much insight into the complexity of the male homosexual relationship wherein pederasty is practiced, analism is also encountered, although to a lesser extent among female homosexuals. The lesser amount of anal sexual interplay among lesbians is due to an extent on the lack of a penis with which to probe the anus. Moreover, women are prone to consider the excretory organs as being dirty, which helps to explain some of the reticence to analism encountered by the lesbians interviewed in the next chapter.
CHAPTER ELEVEN - Analism and the Lesbian
"If you love someone, you love all of them, not just a face, or their legs, or the way they wear their hair. If you want love to be strong, you've got to love the whole package. If you allow even one portion of the body or what one does with their body to lessen your love, you've opened up a rift in the love bond. Once that happens love can flood out of that rift so fast that there's nothing left to tie you to one another. I don't want that to happen to Thelma and me. That's why I make sure I love her anus as much as I love her vagina, her breasts, and her lips."
So spoke an admitted lesbian to this writer after being assured her name would be kept secret and that her words might help other lesbians through some of the more difficult strains on their relationships. The interview took place in a homosexual bar in Los Angeles county which is open only to members and their guests. The speaker, a girl in her late twenties states that she is a "butch" in the relationship, but does not appear to be excessively masculine. Wearing green slacks, a pert white sweater, and her hair neatly combed into a pageboy, the girl, who requested she be called Maxine, could easily pass for the girl friend of large numbers of men who prefer an athletically inclined woman.
"I guess there was a time when I dressed pretty masculine, but that was before I accepted my being a homosexual. Now I accept it. There's no reason to shout it to the world, I just want to whisper it to Thelma.
Maxine works as a secretary at one of the major motion picture studios and has lived with Thelma in a small house in the Hollywood hills for nearly four years. Thelma works as a switchboard operator in a small engineering firm. During their off-work hours, the two girls are inseparable. They prefer spending most of their time together and only occasionally visit their lesbian friends or drop in at homosexual bars and night clubs.
"There's a reason for this, naturally. Neither of us are ashamed of being lesbians, but there is a lot of societal pressure against homosexuals, even in the more wide-open cities. I have a pretty good position at the studio and there's a lot of gals who would give their eye teeth to be as close to producers as I am. If they knew I was a lesbian, they might pass this around so I would be fired and they could get my job. It's a pretty good idea any time you're outside the pall of society to keep quiet about it.
A second reason Maxine gave for the solitary life she and Thelma led was simply that it afforded them more time to enjoy sex.
"We don't have sex every night, of course, but we both like to cuddle together each night. Then, too, if we had a more wild social life, there'd a lot of times when we'd want to be together and make love, and there would be people around. The more we keep together, and to ourselves, the more satisfactory our sex is, because we can have sex whenever the inclination hits. When we do socialize, we try to do it at someone else's house, so we leave if we feel like having sex.
Regarding their sexual activities, Maxine feels theirs is quite similar to that of most lesbians, with the possible exception of their anal activity. Maxine feels that, on the few occasions she has discussed this practice with other lesbians that they have tended to change the subject rapidly enough to indicate they do not participate in these practices to any great extent, and that if they do, they have misgivings about them.
"I can't understand anyone not having anal activity when they're sexing. It's an area that can give a lot of excitement, and Thelma enjoys having this area tongued almost as much as she enjoys my sucking on her clitoris or running my tongue up her vagina. And I enjoy it when she does something to me there, too. For a long time, I thought one of the reasons we enjoyed it so much more than people with normal sexual bents, was because we were lesbians. I figured that since our love was against society yet it still grew so strong that other acts that were against society would be much easier to do. But then, after talking to other lesbians, I found out that it wasn't because we were lesbians that we also enjoyed the anal bit. It was just kind of unique to our relationship."
Maxine recalls that she was the instigator of anal activity and that, at first, the younger Thelma had great difficulty accepting anal erotic activity.
"It took me the longest time to convince her that it would be all right. It was just like I was re-educating her. I had to keep explaining that I loved that portion of her also, because, while she used to let me tongue her there, it always made her tense. She would be excited as anyone could be, but when I went for her anus, she'd lose her excitement.
"Each time, afterwards, she would explain that the reasons she couldn't relax when I did that was because she was afraid I was disgusted by it.
"I had the hardest time trying to explain to her that it didn't disgust me and that I loved it and loved tonguing it as much as I liked tonguing her ear, where she liked it so very much. Still, she found she couldn't relax. Then, finally, I got the right idea. I asked her to tongue me there.
"This shocked her and she said she couldn't do it and that's when her re-education really started. I asked her why she couldn't do it and she said because that was a dirty thing to do. Dirty! Can you imagine? She doesn't mind tonguing my slit, that's O.K. But my anus, just an inch or so away, that's dirty? I guess you might say that I was actually quite miffed at her thinking like that, but then my better judgment got the better of me. After all, I calmed myself by saying: 'What do you expect with anyone brought up in America? They're bound to think anything connected with going to the bathroom is dirty.' "So instead of getting more angry, I became more patient and the number of conversations we had about all the different parts of the body and how none of them could be more dirty than others as long as one bathed regularly must have totaled in the thousands. I guess all my conversations really paid off, too, because one night when we were kissing one another and caressing one another, and then sixty-nining one another, she stopped in the middle of it and, with a grin that I could only call sly, she asked me to turn over.
"I looked at her questioningly, but she only repeated her request once again. I kindda halfway knew she was going to do me there, and that excited me all the more, and it wasn't but a second or so that I was in the position she wanted me in. The way she went at me showed she had given it a lot of thought.
She first tongued me down the small of my back and right on down to the top of my crevice. She took her two small hands and very gently spread the top of my buttocks apart, so her tiny tongue could run down the groove. She spent a long time getting to my anus, so much so that when she finally did get there, I was hotter than I knew possible waiting with anticipation for what she was going to do to me.
"Then she got to it. She took a long time making sure I was spread open so her tongue could zero in on the exact center of the opening. She gave me one of the wettest kisses she could muster, spreading her saliva into every crevice and then moving her tongue back and forwards quickly across my anal area until I thought I was going to come off the next moment she ran her tongue across again. She continued moving her tongue back and forth and I felt a heavy probing of one of her fingers at that area also. The next thing I know, she is pushing one of her fingers right up my anus.
"You cannot appreciate the feeling I got when she was licking me there or running her finger up me. It was so excruciating that I came, not once, but three times in rapid succession. Even afterwards, Thelma told me to keep my hand busy with her clitoris and her vagina during the same time. I try to work up a good rhythm with my tongue matching that of my fingers, and I don't know when Thelma ever has such a huge orgasm as when I do it just that way.
"Sometimes she likes me to run my finger up her anus, in as far as I can get it, and to move my finger back and forth while she's moving her rear end back and forth in the opposite direction. For some reason, this excites her all the more, I guess because of all the friction against her anus. One time I got the bright idea of buying one of these vibrator things, the ones that look like a penis. I first tried to talk her into letting me put it up her vagina but she'd have nothing to do with that whatsoever, she said the vibrator looked too much like a man's penis and that it frightened her.
"But I could see that was intrigued with the idea of having me rub it back and forth against her anus, and her movements were like giving me the high sign, until I just grabbed her buttocks and tossed her over on the bed. Then, just to be mean, or maybe it was just because the thought excited me, I pulled her down on the bed by her legs, until I could easily get at her sex organs with my hands or with my tongue, if I maneuvered my body so that I was under her. But first, I just turned that portable vibrator on, and I put the head of it against her anus. The vibrator really went to work, and I could see her buttocks and a lot of area around them bouncing and moving as if they were really jived up. She was as excited as I had ever seen her, moaning and groaning while she writhed her head back and forth, and begging me to stop it because she thought she was going to die.
"I didn't stop. I knew she was enjoying it so I just kept at it, pushing that vibrator thing more and more into her anus until I thought she might go out of her mind. She wanted more and more of it in her and moved her buttocks higher and higher so I could get at it easier. I exchanged hands with the vibrator, so I could hold it and still get under Thelma. As if I were an Indian contortionist, I continued pushing that vibrator against her while I put my head way up so that my tongue could get at her clitoris.
"The vibrations from the vibrator were shaking her whole body and they were even titillating her clitoris, even while I was sucking on it. She was going wild, on the one hand trying to escape my lips and on the other, trying to escape the excruciating excitement the vibrator afforded. Each time she tried to get away from my tongue and lips, she found the vibrator going deeper and deeper into her anus, and each time she tried to escape the plunge of the vibrator, she was all the more fully available to my mouth. For many long moments this tug of war continued, until Thelma spent herself totally. I could feel her milky white juices flooding out of her vagina and I heard, right at the same time, a huge fart emitting from her rectum.
"Don't think that sound didn't give me a lot of pleasure. A woman has to be really excited in order for her to allow herself to ease her control of her rectum. I hear that in an extreme orgasm, a woman or a man might lose control of their bladder or their rectum. So I was really thrilled when Thelma did let go enough to let that happen, because that only shows how intently she felt her sexual release."
Maxine believes that she and Thelma probably have more experience with anal sex than do any of their lesbian friends, but they still do not feel their anal sex means they are in any way "perverted."
"You can't do anything perverted unless you believe a portion of the body is perverted. If Thelma and I thought like most people, that the anus was dirty and unclean and unattractive, then I guess you could say we would be doing something wrong when we got so much satisfaction from our anal areas. But we don't see anything wrong with that area at all. We think it is a good area because it gives us both a lot of excitement and it makes our sex all that much more excitable.
"Then, too, anal sex has a practical application as well. Suppose Thelma or I are having our period. It's pretty hard to have the kind of sex lesbians like when your gal is having her period. I mean, it's a rare lesbian who likes to go down on her broad when it's menstruation time. I don't mean to say I don't like Thelma's menstrual flow, it's not that, it's just that it's too messy.
"So if Thelma is having her period, or if I am, then it's just a logical thing for one or the other of us to give one another satisfaction through our anal area. That way, we still get our release, and we're not going to work the next day or so all wound up like a top before it gets its spin. In many ways, you might say that anal sex is the best of all possible worlds for women at that particular time of the month."
Maxine was asked if it would be all right to question Thelma about her feelings about analism, but Maxine was adamant in her refusal to allow such a questioning.
"That's why I told you I'd talk to you, but it would have to be when we were alone and it would have to be away from our home. Thelma's and my attitudes about sex and about analism are precisely the same, let me assure you of that. But we have very different viewpoints about talking about sex. Thelma is totally opposed to any discussion about what we do and how we do it. She feels that sex is a totally personal thing, and she would be very upset if she knew I was talking as freely as I have been with you. I'm certain that it would cause no small amount of problems if she knew about our conversation. The only reason I agreed to this interview is because I feel it may help other lesbians find greater sexual happiness and a greater understanding of their more "untoward" desires. And that's why I asked you to change her name to Thelma. This way, no one will know about this except you and I."
Maxine continued her conversation about her sexual activities with her femmes, but little the rest of the evening related to the subject of analism, so these conversations are not here recounted. In attempting to probe for information from several lesbians who later joined Maxine and this writer at the table, little headway was made. The lesbian girls, and their dates, were decidedly hostile after being asked such questions, and answered in most curt terms when they answered at all.
To the writer's explanation of conducting research into the subject of analism, several sneared. To the writer's question as to whether any of the new arrivals to the table had ever indulged in such practices, one simply remarked, "So what's it to you what we do? All you straights make me sick. You come on in and invade the few spots we got, and then you ask the questions you can only really answer by doing. It is like you're all getting your vicarious thrills by hearing us tell our stories about what we do when we all hit the sack. I say it's none of your business. If you want to find out what it's like to become a lesbian, I'd say you better become one."
One of the girls who sat at the table for a brief time, however, did offer some information. Although she would not acknowledge that she had ever indulged in such a practice, she did offer the statement that she felt it was most important in a lesbian relationship, that there be no barriers between two lesbians.
"The lesbian route is so difficult and there is a continuous battle with your environment. You know that your environment and certainly society will never accept you. So you barricade yourself against that society and you retreat into your own world, where it's you, and your lover against the world. It makes for a lot of romance, that it does. But it also makes for a lot of problems.
"With so many people that you feel are at your back, you need from your mate, more acceptance than one would need in a more normal relationship. And since this acceptance can go only two ways, you have to be more receptive to the wants and wishes of your lover, even if they seem to go against your grain. I mean, if your lover wants to do something that you don't approve of, you don't make a big point of this. What none of us need is chastisement! We either get that every day, or if we don't get it, the only reason is that people don't know that we're lesbians. So you don't need your mate chastising you too, along with everyone else.
"So like if your girl friend wants to do something to you, you let her. And if you want to do something to her, she lets you. That way, everybody's happy. If your gal likes to lick you there, well, let her. And then vice versa. Besides. You never know. You may enjoy it too!"
The lesbians who wish to speed acceptance of the body and its functions by accepting another person en toto begins to invade the philosophy of some swingers, who next present their views about analistic practices.
CHAPTER TWELVE - Analism and the Swingers
"Man, if you're really swinging, it doesn't matter what part of the body is being used! Anything is great, long as it heightens your excitement. Having something up your ass is a real groove, don't let anyone tell you differently. If you really want to check it out, take some pot first, then come and join one of our Friday night gatherings! You'll find its the biggest gas ever!"
The man speaking is in his early thirties, married, with two children. He is a member of the "swinging set" of young marrieds and singles in the Southern California area. These swingers pass around the names, phone numbers, and addresses of like-minded swingers for the benefit of members. All it takes to be a member is a desire for group sex activities and a minimum of sexual hang-ups.
"Our idea is to rid ourselves of the last vestiges of Puritanism," the slight, brownette husband continued. "We figure that when we get together for our sexual soirees that if any of us begin to balk at something being done that that is a problem area that has to be worked on. If anyone gets shocked, the whole group tries to give them the shock treatment, that is, everyone in the group works on them until they get over their hang-up. It's the only way to fly!"
According to some people who have attended some of the meetings at the swinger's home, the man quoted, who shall be called Bob, seems primarily interested in sexual hang-ups that border on analism.
"He's got a problem that guy does," said one observer. "My wife and I were invited over to his house and he started talking about his philosophy of swinging. I'm not really a swinger, neither is my wife, but we do know a lot of swingers and we feel if that's the way they like their sex, that's okay. But Bob was a little too much for us. By that I mean he did things that weren't called for.
"In discussing analism, for instance, he asked his wife to disrobe right in front of us, which she did. The next thing I know, he's gone to get an enema bag and the whole works. It's filled with water and he brings it into the living room and sticks one end of it in his wife's butt. Then he lets all the water run out on the floor. Fortunately, they have no carpets on the floor, and he wiped up the water with a towel. Then he has to go on and explain further.
"He unzips his pants and takes out his prick which is way hard and then he gets down on his knees right behind his wife and he begins to push his prick up where he had previously pushed the enema thing up. He gets inside her and begins pumping her back and forth, all the while talking to us as if he's a college professor and we're students. He's extolling the virtues of swinging and how everybody should do it and all the while, he's pumping his wife in the anus while she's on her legs and hands and she looks and reminds both my wife and me of a bitch dog. Next thing I know, he's coming off. At that point, he stops his educational lecture and has an orgasm which was not only lengthy but was extreme. For a long moment he hangs on the back of his wife, catching his breath. Then, when his strength is recouped, he takes his prick out of her, puts it back in his pants, zips himself up and returns to his chair and to his lecture as if nothing untoward has happened whatsoever. His wife, meanwhile, excuses herself, and I guess washed up slightly, cause In can't imagine anyone taking a douche in their rectum, and then she returns a little later, pretty as a picture, and asking us if we'd like any tea or coffee.
"We didn't. I know that Bob and his wife expected us to say something about their behavior, but neither of us did. My wife didn't because I think she was too shocked, and I didn't because it really frosted me that he did it like that. I'm a free thinker, sure. But I'm very strong in not having someone else push their philosophy down my throat, or worse, up my ass. I'm that way with religious people and I'm that way with the swingers. People can have whatever gods they want and they can have their sex any way they want it as long as they let me alone."
Although the man and wife who visited Bob did not that night, nor any night, participate in group sex with Bob and his wife, such group sex activities did occur regularly, either at Bob's home or at the home of another swinger.
"It doesn't really matter whose home we swing in," Bob will state. "The only important thing is that we all swing and we all want to swing. We don't limit the number of those who attend each party, because if there's too many for one group sex activity, we just go for two group sex activities.
"Me, I think it's great and so does my wife, Ginny. Cause the group sexers have a lot more fun than most people do with sex and all the sex is enhanced by a feeling of camaraderie! Like last weekend, for instance. There were six of us over at Jill and Don's. Jill and Don are recent "members" but they've been swinging for a long time. So Ginny and I were the first to show up and we were already busy and at it by the time the other couple showed it.
"Jill, she's got this anal complex we're trying to help her work through. By that I mean she freezes up every time we suggest she gets buggered or that somebody tongues her ass. Then, too, she becomes revulsed when we suggest she tongue someone else's ass, even my wife's. So I could see right from the start that this hang-up originated in early childhood, because Jill has no problem whatsoever in sucking a guy off or giving my wife the bit on her cunt with her tongue.
"It was like we explained to Jill, she needed some special help with this problem, and her husband agreed because he's been trying to get up her ass for years and the few times he's made it she hasn't liked it at all. We figured that it was probably because of an early sexual experience, probably with a man that she had gotten caught in and that she had repressed. So we got one of those vibrator things that are on the market now, the ones that are battery-driven and shaped like a penis, and we told her to relax and try to enjoy because we were going to give her the business.
"I took notes and directed the activity, because I had a theory as to how to break her of her hang-up and if I got involved in the activity myself that might take the edge off the effectiveness of my treatment. I just told Jill to lie down on the bed and told Ginny to go at her privates with her tongue until Jill began to relax. This began to turn Don on, he digs seeing two broads together and he begins to probe Ginny's ass with his prick and I tell him no go, that we're working on Jill's hang-ups and he's going to mess the thing up if he doesn't do as I say. So I tell him to turn his wife over on her stomach and I tell Ginny to turn on the vibrator.
"Before they do anything with the vibrator I tell Jill that no one will do anything unless she says it's okay so to relax and to see to what extent does she enjoy it.
"I tell Ginny to go at it real slowly, to run the vibrator all over Jill's back so she can get used to it and so the tension runs out of her body. And I tell Jill's husband to tickle her legs and every sensitive portion of hers that she knows.
"When I was certain that Jill's begun to relax properly I tell Ginny to put some vaseline on the vibrator and to start up Jill's anus. Ginny's real good at doing this right, because I trained her well. She didn't go right up by any means, she kept the pointed tip at Jill's anus and moved it up and down her butt crevice until Jill began to indicate that she wanted more. She lifted her buttocks up and I motioned for Don to get his hand under his wife so he could run his fingers up and down her cunt and to excite her clitoris.
"While he was busy at this, Ginny began to gently ease the vibrator into Jill's anus, and she was pretty excited, because she began to thrash back and forth the best she could under the expert manipulation of Ginny, as well as Don's fingers. I guess Ginny must have gotten the vibrator up about three inches before Jill came off and had her orgasm.
"When she rose from the bed, her face was almost shining with the afterglow of an orgasm and she was thrilled. 'I don't think I'll ever have any trouble with that again,' she said. 'It's one of the most wonderful feelings I've ever experienced!' "I really felt that my technique for removing her sexual hang-ups had succeeded and I was pretty happy that the other couple hadn't shown up and ruin the experiment. They showed up some time later and they were a good test, too, because then I could see just how well Jill's 'conversion' was!
"We all just remained stripped down and the other couple took off their clothes the first opportunity. I'd told everybody not to mention what had happened to Jill earlier, so we could see if the new couple had noticed any difference in Jill's behavior since their last meeting with her. As with a lot of swingers, none of us had had any great deal of sex since we last saw one another. It's kindda fun to have group sex when everyone is at a sexual fever pitch once, and then to relax for a while and then have another go at it later, when everyone has more control.
"So to let Jill again catch her breath and all, we suggest a go at pot before we started the sex bit.
"Group sex with pot is about the greatest thing one can experience, unless it might be group sex with LSD. But the LSD bit is too intense for a lot of people to stay with sex. Your mind runs too much with other things. With pot, though, you have more control. Sure your mind blows a little and you think of a lot of different things, but if someone is rubbing your leg or your cunt or your prick, you get turned on again to sex in very short order. Something else happens, too. The people you're sexing begin to take on the attributes of other people and it can be a real turn on.
"Then, too, the time sequence changes, so you can think years and years are passing. When you get turned on, each throb and vibration becomes all that much more intense, and each orgasm is much stronger and seems to stay with you far longer and to be more intense.
"I daresay that if there's anyone around who isn't turned on to group sex, if they take some pot and everyone begins getting into the act, they will too.
"I'd been to a lot of group sex sessions, but I think of all the people I've sexed with, I liked this group of people. Once they get going, they really throw everything into it. I always figured Jill for one of the best with the anal bit if she could only get over her initial fear. The rest were also real goers. Don was wide open for anything anyone suggested and the other couple, Margie and Jim, had been swinging long enough that nothing could shock them in a million years.
"So with us, that evening, with all of us smoking pot and with Jill over her hang-up, it seemed like the sky would be the limit and it was!
"It was Jill who first began to make the suggestions. She was no doubt high on pot as were the rest of us, but there was something else going on as well. When you've had someone fooling around with your ass, and especially when you've had something up your ass, it gets a real itch and it's sometimes such an excruciating itch that you could just lay down on the floor and beg someone to put something up it. I have been like that myself so when I saw Jill begin to move her butt around as if she wished someone were itching it, I could see that she was beginning to get in need.
"We were all watching her and I began to get a hard on just imagining what she was going through. Margie and Jim had been impatient from the moment they had arrived. 'After all,' Jim said finally. 'If we just wanted to smoke pot, we coulda done that at home!"Yeah,' said Don in a most relieved voice. 'Let's go!' "'Anyone got any bright ideas as to what to do tonight?' and it was Ginny who posed the question.
"'I could tell you, as if you didn't already know,' Jill replied in a most sexy voice, spreading her words out slowly as was typical of a person high on pot. We all laughed at that and then Margie made the suggestion that we all depart for the bedroom. 'Unless you might prefer the bathroom.' And that got another big laugh.
"You see, most of the people I swing with have this bathroom thing going. We like to watch one another urinate and defecate. We find that's a real turn-on and we find too that once you can defecate in front of someone else that you are much more free in all your actions with the group. But we'd already been through that on another evening, and everyone did okay except for Jill, to whom I had to give an enema to and even then she was still uptight. But she wasn't anymore and I think she would have insisted we all watch her defecate if it weren't that she knew everyone needed a sexual release and that she wanted another one.
"The rest of the evening wasn't that much different from most swinging sessions. We formed the usual daisy chain, with one person at someone's ass or cunt or prick and someone else licking their ass or cunt or sucking them off. I guess the most significant thing that happened all evening was Jill again. She was so adamant that even Margie and Jim complimented me on my 'treatment.' "Right in the middle of the daisy chain, Jill began moaning for someone to go up her ass. 'Please go up it,' she cried. 'Please, please, please, please... This really turned Jim on, it was like he said afterwards, that because Jill had been so uptight about this activity before, that it was just like deflowering a virgin. He took no great deal of time pulling Jill to the bed with him and maneuvering her on her side so he could get his prick in her ass. Jill helped him along, moving her butt so it would be easier to enter and moving back and forth so Jim could get way in.
"As soon as Jim was far enough in, he turned on his back, pulling Jill with him. I couldn't help think they both looked funny like that. They were both in the throes of passion, and I wasn't as hot as either of them, but there was Jim, with Jill's ass impaled on his prick, but things were to get even more interesting. Jill's face showed her utter rapture, and Jim was carefully pumping his prick up and down into her. Each time he pumped upward, Jill would, of course, raise upward with him. We all got somewhat entranced with the movement, and we watched with an interest only pot can allow.
"Then Jim moved Jill's legs far backward, so her entire cunt was exposed to view. I almost came off at that moment, both imagining the tightness on Jim's prick that Jill's new position warranted, and also imagining the more, friction both Jill and Jim were experiencing. Jill's clitoris, moreover, which was larger than most women's was sticking way out from her wide-open cunt, slowly moving up and down as if matching the rhythm of her sexual beat. This naturally turned everyone else on.
"I watched Don grab my wife's breast and run his hand between her legs, pulling her to him so she could feel the probing of his erect penis. And I felt drawn closer and closer to Jill's extended clit and got on the bed and maneuvered up between Jim's widespread legs and between Jill's knees which were spread as wide as they could go as well.
"And I sunk my entire face into her sweet cunt, running an eager tongue up one side and down the other of her clitoris and, finally, taking her entire clitoris full in my mouth and sucking on it like I was a baby and it was a pacifier. I felt like I was doing this for years and I was totally engrossed in my activities, hardly aware of what others were doing although I heard their gasps and their cries, and felt their movement. I just supposed they were as engrossed in their sensuality, in their responses, in their happenings as I was in mine.
"I heard the vibrator going again and I half-hoped it would be aimed at me. It was. Ginny no doubt was utilizing her expertise with the vibrator to insure my additional pleasure.
"I fairly nearly swooned as the vibrator went into me. Before, I was utterly enthralled with the sexuality of my sucking on Jill's clitoris, now there was an added attraction as well. I felt as if my mind would split, with so much agonizing excitement going on. As the vibrator entered me, it seemed to shake my entire body from the waist down. The vibrations affected my balls and my penis as well, so that each felt the steady tingling feeling. I came fast, I could not help it. I did not have much control after having taken the pot.
"My orgasm touched off others. Jill came next, I believe and I couldn't determine at what point Jim came. I assume Ginny came because she usually does when she is just watching others having an orgasm. And when I asked Don later if he had come as well, his wide grin assured me that he had."
According to Bob, there are large numbers of swingers in nearly every metropolitan area, but there is some difficulty in locating them.
"Naturally, I have a long list of swingers who live in areas from coast to coast, but I try to keep their names secret, except for other swingers. The only time I will give a name out to other people is after they have been involved in a swinging session. This helps to cut down on the possibility of being infiltrated by police. I know that sounds paranoid perhaps, but this is always a possibility and it has happened already.
"In Hollywood not too long ago, the police infiltrated a swinging party. I would have been involved also were it not for the fact that our baby sitter did not show up, so instead of attending the party, we had to stay at home. I heard afterward that two of the people who had attended, a couple, were in actuality a police man and a police woman. They both stripped down along with everyone else, but at a predetermined time, opened the doors so the police could enter the house. Everyone there was arrested.
"So you see, it behooves anyone who is interested in swinging to be extremely careful. And especially, when you're interested in the type of swinging me and my friends are, it is especially advisable to be careful. For you see, nearly everything we do is illegal and is punishable by a fine and a prison sentence. I believe, of course, that eventually most the adult population in the United States will participate in group sex, as a means of ridding them of their hang-ups. And I believe my special brand of sex therapy will be selected from all others. But as is the case with any new sexual movement, there are always dangers. Conservatives have a tendency to jump on the anti-sexual bandwagon, and the penalties for untoward sexual behavior in this country can be great.
"So for the time being at least, I feel it is necessary that as much discretion as possible be involved in our new sexual movement. But tell me, does it not make sense? My theory that a good bowel movement must precede a good sexual movement? If people cannot free their bowels, and their kidneys, how can they free their sexual portions?"
The swinger may have a point; what he is overlooking is the fact that blatant anal erotic activity can cause the eruption of other emotions and drives as well which can present the individual much difficulty. To encourage any activity which a majority of society members condemn is tantamount to playing with fire. Not all individuals can maintain a stable balance after plunging into analism.
