The conclusion of World War II brought about many changes in our way of life. Everything changed so suddenly that sociologists, psychiatrists, psychologists, sexologists and educators have all been attempting over the past decade to figure out exactly what brought about the abrupt change in our morals. It is not easy. Accepted theories of the so-called old masters have been carefully studied. Many of the old theories have been rejected. They do not bear out what has been learned about the human sexual instincts in recent times.
Of course, most of the practices which take place today have been going on for centuries. Orgies are as old as time itself. However, the Sexual Revolution has provided even newer departures from what was thought to be the ultimate in sexual adventures in the past. Even the word orgy is considered tame in the face of the new terms which apply to some of the radical activities of today's sexual participants.
The Sexual Revolution merely popularized, through publicity, some of the activities which have been taking place for years. And through this publicity, new converts to the sexual "kick" were acquired, new techniques developed and perverse acts made to appear as natural. No longer was "swapping" considered the norm. Now the participants performed their lewd acts in full view of others. Parties were arranged where participants stripped immediately upon entering, then performed sexual acts while the others looked on. And the acts were not in the so-called normal, prescribed manner. Perverse acts were gleefully looked forward to, cunnilingus and fellatio were accepted as mild, group masturbation was considered tame. In many groups, it has been brought out, a couple attending for the first time must be initiated. The most common practice, as revealed by our studies, is for the wife to perform fellatio in a fully lighted room and in full view of her husband. He, in turn, must perform some sexual act on one of the women. This is designed as shock treatment. If they survive this initial venture into group sex without undue embarrassment or reluctance, they become accepted members of the group.
These orgies are not confined to mixed groups as one might imagine. There are clubs for women only, the same for men. Homosexuality and lesbianism are accepted, condoned practices. Society does not view these individuals with the same scorn which prevailed prior to World War II. Nor is there too much effort put forth to discourage the orgy or group sex activities. That these orgies are becoming more and more frequent is attributed to the increasing momentum of the Sexual Revolution.
Shocking as the first revelations were regarding adult sexual conduct, the fact that teen-agers and even grade school children were taking part has been even more startling.
Our studies will include many case histories of sexual activities involving people from all walks of life and of all ages. The terminology, although shocking to many, is the terminology being used freely today. The object of our study is to report, and we will do this in the exact language being bandied about so uninhibitedly today.
It is interesting at this point to recall how, some years ago, during the filming of Gone With the
Wind, Clark Gable received an extra $10,000 for his part simply because he had to use the word damn in the final scene of the movie. Such language, he stated, would hurt his image, that people did not expect profanity from him.
The times have, indeed, changed.
CHAPTER ONE
"Fucking, is that it? You want to talk about fucking. That's why you asked me to come up here, because I've been around a little and got myself involved in some of these fuck parties."
The words above are those of Roy S., 22, who stated that he had engaged in sexual intercourse with his sisters ever since he was a small boy. He is single and intends to stay that way. As he so glibly puts it, marriage is for "squares" who know no better. A home and family is something far removed from his mind for the simple reason that his home life was one of hunger, cold and deprivation of everything from a materialistic point of view.
"But sex, man, that has been going on all the time. Maybe it was because there was nothing else to do. Maybe it was something that had nothing to do with hunger or cold. It was just the opposite. A nice warm bed with a bare-assed broad in it, that was about the only pleasure we had. And who the hell cares if the broad happens to be your sister? Not me. Or my brothers.
"There were three girls in my family, all older than the boys. I think they were getting fucked as early as ten or twelve because they taught us boys a hell of a lot. And where could they have learned so much without somebody plucking their pussies'.'
"We had a big rambling house in a small town up in Wisconsin. There were three bedrooms upstairs and one downstairs. My old lady had the one downstairs. That left all of us pretty much alone to do what we wanted to upstairs. My old man was dead, which left us even more to ourselves.
"I must have been seven or eight the first time I ever got a feel of a pussy. That was my sister Ellen. She's five years older than I am and at the time she was just starting to get a few hairs around her snatch. The thing intrigued me. I didn't understand why she had such a hole between her legs and I had that little pecker. She told me it was supposed to go inside her and that it would feel good.
"We were in bed together one night-we always did that, just slept wherever we felt like it-and I had on a pair of shorts and she had on a nightgown. 'That's not a pecker,' she said. 'The boys call it their cock or their prick.' So, all right, I had a cock. But what did she have? I asked her. She whispered it to me. Tt's called a pussy, Roy. There are some other names for it, but the girls like to call it a pussy.' I asked her what the other things were and she hesitated for a moment, then said, 'All right, I'll tell you. One of the things we call it is a cunt. You could say snatch or box, too.'
"I thought about it. It sounded positively exciting. I reached down to feel of her. She pulled her nightgown up and put my hand over her pussy. 'See, it opens up a little so you can put your cock in. Wanna try it?'
"Sure, I wanted to try it. I told her so. She got me on top of her and played with my little prick for a few minutes. I got hard as hell and it felt just natural as hell to want to stick it in her. She told me to lay down flat on her and she'd see if she could get it in. She put her fingers in her snatch and opened it up, then took hold of me and steered me in. 'Now,' she said, 'you're supposed to pump up and down so it goes in and out. Do it.'
"I did it. It felt wonderful. We just pumped away for a while until we got tired. Neither of us was old enough to come yet. In fact, we didn't even know things like that happened. I wanted to do more to her. It felt real . . . well, naughty, I guess. We were doing something we weren't supposed to do and that's why it was so much fun.
"She told me there were other things that people did besides just fucking and that she'd like to show me that, too. She said one of the neighbor boys had got her in the garage one day and had kissed her pussy. 'Not only kissed it, he licked it. It felt real good when he did that to me. He asked me to suck on his prick, too. I tried it, but there wasn't much to it. It just felt kind of slippery and funny tasting but if you want me to do it to you, I will.'
"I got down between her legs and licked around on her but it didn't do much for me. She told me I was supposed to stick my tongue inside her and lick the opening. That's where most of the feeling was, she said. So, what the hell, I did that, too. The few hairs she had tickled my nose and everything got real wet. But I got excited. Maybe it was having her hot little legs pushed up against my face, or maybe it was the peculiar taste and the smell that got me.
"So, what has this got to do with gang-banging? A whole lot. I got my initiation in that upstairs bedroom. Once the rest of my brothers and sisters got in on the act, it was just one solid orgy from that time on. Maybe all of us would be in bed together, licking cunts, sucking cocks or just fucking. None of us thought anything bad about it. We were having fun-which there wasn't a hell of a lot of, by the way-so why not do it?"
Author: "You mean you engaged in homosexual activities at that early age?"
Roy: "Sure. We got a big kick out of getting one of my kid brothers hard. We'd all sit on the bed and lay the kid down and take off his clothes. Then one of the girls would play with his little rod until it got hard. From there on we'd do most anything. Maybe one of my sisters would get down and suck on the little thing a while, or maybe she'd try to get the kid's dick in her cunt. They were so goddamned small, though, that I don't think the girls got any kick out of it. When they were through farting around with the kid, they'd stick his head between their legs and tell him to lick their pussy.
"There were seven of us altogether and there's nothing we didn't do. I'd even take the kid's little pecker in my mouth while one of the girls was trying to fuck me. Or maybe she'd jack me off. The girls would sometimes go down on each other. It was all very exciting."
Author: "Was your mother ever aware that some form of sexual activity was taking place in your bedrooms?"
Roy: "Probably. I heard her talking to one of the neighbor women one time and she said something like, 'Well, they've got to learn someplace and I'd rather have it happen in my own house instead of a back alley.' That made me think she knew what the hell we were doing. Besides, she had different guys coming to the house and, even as kids, we knew when they went into her bedroom together for a couple of hours, they weren't in there looking at scrapbooks. The old girl was getting her ashes hauled, too. In fact, my brother and I sneaked up to her door one night and listened. There were a lot of grunting noises and squeaking bed sounds coming from her room. We just giggled a little and took off upstairs."
Author: "Did you include outsiders along with your family?"
Roy: "Yeah, but not until I was m my early teens. My sisters were going with different guys by this time so they didn't spend as much time with us as before. They were all getting screwed regularly, too. I asked Ellen one time if the guy she was going with ever did anything to her like we had done upstairs. She said, 'Sure. Why not? It's fun. Besides, if you don't let them screw you, they won't go out with you anymore. And, Roy, Eddie's is so big! Ooh, you ought to see it!'
"I told her I'd like to and she said she'd ask him the next time he came over. She even told the other girls in the family about it and their eyes got big and glassy, just like they were anxious as I was to see this big dick that Eddie was supposed to have.
"Now, I don't know what kind of a cat this Eddie was, but he was sure hep for the times, because when he came over a few nights later, he wasn't shocked at all when Ellen told him what she had told us about his big prick. The old lady was gone somewhere so we didn't have to be afraid of getting caught. Well, anyway, when she told him that, he just reached down, unzipped, and hauled it out.
"Ellen had been right-it was big. Like I mean big! It lay there looking some kind of sausage and we all went over and examined it. He picked it up and waved it around, then laughed like hell.
" 'Oh, Eddie," Ellen said, 'do you have to show off with that thing like that? I just told them they could see it. I didn't say you were going to put on a show with it.'
" 'Why not? I mean, why not put on a show? From what you've told me about these kids, they know what the score is. Let's you and I fuck in front of them and see what they think of it.' "
Author: "Let me interrupt you a moment. You mean to say this boy came into your house, exposed himself, and offered to perform a sex act in front of you and no one thought any more about it than to just stare? You didn't question, in your minds, about the morality of what was to take place?"
Roy: "Hell, no. Like I said, our whole enjoyment in life centered around sex and this was just one more step toward giving us our kicks. Morality? Christ, the meaning of the word is as vague to me now as it was then.
"Ellen decided we'd better go upstairs so she led the way with all of us traipsing along behind and giggling a little over what we were about to see.
" 'Now, Eddie, let's make this quick. I don't know what time Ma is coming home and I don't want her to catch me with your dick in me. Come on,' Ellen said.
"By the way, my two older sisters were out so that left just Ellen, me, and my three younger brothers at home.
"Ellen pulled up her dress, slipped out of her pants, then laid down on the bed. Eddie pulled off his pants, then his shorts. By this time, that big sausage had grown hard and stood up like a big pillar of some kind. He took hold of it, shook it toward us kids, then laughed. He moved toward the bed.
"We all gawked like ninnies. We couldn't figure out how he was going to get that big thing inside of Ellen. I looked at her, then at Eddie's big prick. It would never work, I told myself. But then I remembered Ellen had told me she had been fucking Eddie for some time so I knew it went in there . . . somehow.
"Ellen had grown a lot of hair around her pussy by this time and the sight of her lying there with her hairy snatch waiting for Eddie's big prick positively enraptured me. I had a sudden urge to reach out and touch that cock, to feel how such a big one felt. I put my hand on my own, which was hard as hell now, and was embarrassed to find it still quite small.
"Eddie got between Ellen's legs, pushing them even farther apart. We all gathered around the edge of the bed and watched as that blue-headed monster got close to Ellen's pussy. I wanted to see exactly how he did it. So did my brothers.
"He took hold of it with one hand and spread Ellen's cunt open with the other. She looked kind of brown and dull red inside. The plum-like head went in. Ellen groaned a little. I looked up at her. She had her eyes closed and there were wrinkles on her forehead like she was being hurt.
" 'Don't hurt her,' I said.
"Eddie laughed. 'Don't worry, kid, this thing hasn't hurt her yet.'
"He pushed slowly forward. We got down so we could see it disappear. I had to take hold of my cock then. It was too exciting to just stand there and look. I opened my pants and began to stroke myself slowly. My kid brothers saw what I was doing and got theirs out, too. Now the four of us were standing around the edge of the bed, staring at the disappearing monster and jacking ourselves off at the same time. Some scene, eh?
"Now he was all the way inside her so there wasn't anything else to see. He didn't pull it out right away, but just moved his ass around in little circular motions and started mumbling to Sis. She had her arms wrapped tightly around him and I could see her ass starting to move upward a little. Then Eddie's big dick came out again, then back in. It was all shiny and wet-looking now and there were slurping noises coming from where they were joined together. The faster they went, the more it squished. And the more excited I got. I started to jack myself off like crazy. Up to now I had never come so when this funny feeling starts up between my legs, I'm not sure what the hell is happening. All I know is that it feels real good.
"Then, while I'm jacking myself off and still watching Eddie and Sis on the bed, I saw his body stiffen, then his ass drive forward, while Sis's legs are churning all over the place and her ass is pushing up to Eddie. They were both snorting and groaning. His legs were stiff but his toes were digging into the bed like he was trying to get a better hold. All this commotion on the bed made me forget myself and I found I had stopped stroking my dick as the scene took all of my attention.
" 'Oh, baby,' Sis said. 'What a load you had! What you been doing . . . eating raw eggs?' I didn't know what the hell she meant so I didn't ask any questions. I just stood there and looked, wondering what was going to happen next.
"Eddie got off. I looked down at his dick and saw it was still as big as ever and still wet and shiny. Ellen's pussy was standing open a little and she was wet as hell with her pussy-hair all plastered down. The goddamn thing looked like hell. At least it did to me at that age.
" 'How'd ya like to have one like that, boy?' Eddie asked. He took hold of his cock and made a motion toward me. Then he saw that I had mine out. He looked at it for a minute, then started to laugh. 'You got a long way to go,' he said, then laughed some more.
"Well, that was the first time an outsider had been involved and I remembered it for a long time. That night, I went to the bathroom, worked up a hard on, and really gave it hell. That was the first time I came. A few little squirts came out, that's all. I had stopped when those two on the bed had gotten excited, but now I went all the way. Man, that was some feeling!
"During the summer months, all of us kids would be sent to different relatives out on the farm. The idea was that someone would look after us, we'd be fed halfway decent, and we could help with the work. I used to go to my Aunt Jenny's. She had two boys, Clarence and Billy, and we'd get into all kinds of mischief. I also had two girl cousins there, Gladys and Bernice, and that was the mischief we'd get into. But the summer after I'd seen Eddie fuck my sister, things sort of changed on the farm. I think they were growing up just like I was. They didn't waste any time breaking me in. The first night I was there, I was screwed in the ass-by both of my cousins. This was something altogether new to me-one cock up my ass, the other shoved down my throat. That thing up the ass hurt some but I got over it before long.
"During the summer, we got Gladys and Bernice in on our little games. We'd go to the woods supposedly to pick berries or something, then we'd all take our clothes off and have a ball running around after each other like a bunch of nuts. I took it up the ass but also stuck it into all the other asses, even the girls'. We didn't care how we did it, just so we could get our rocks off and have fun. We taught the girls how to suck cock-which Clarence and Billy had somehow overlooked while they were fucking their sisters-and how to take it up the ass, sixty-nine, and everything else we could think of. We even got involved in a jack-off contest to see which one of us could shoot the farthest. First we did it ourselves, but then we thought if the girls jacked us off we could shoot farther. It worked, too.
"So, you wonder how I got involved in the gang-bang set-up? From what I've told you, I think you can see how it happened. Oh, sure, I like to take a girl out and get in her pants, but I get my real kicks from gang-banging. Nothing like it.. . really."
From the sexual activities on the farm and in his own home, Roy went on to tell me he had taken part in just about every type of group sex known. In some cases, there were only men present and he stated he had no aversion to performing sex acts with other men.
"You're just not with it, man, if you don't make the whole scene. You start getting bashful about what some guy or some chick want you to do and you're cold potatoes, but fast. So, I figure, what the hell's the difference if you stick your face into a juicy cunt or have some guy stick a cock in your mouth? To be truthful, some of the pussy I've had to eat I'd just as soon suck some guy off. You know, these hippies aren't the cleanest people in the world and you can imagine some of the crud that collects in the chicks' pussies. Whew! At least with the guy you can wipe it off after a few licks, but some of them have been pretty raunchy, too.
Roy is not a member of any organized club. His group is a loose group of acquaintances who do not plan any type of organized orgies. Word is passed that a party is being held at a certain individual's "pad" and those interested show up. Ordinarily, drinking is not one of the more important functions. The two drawing cards are sex and drugs. What occurs once they have all gathered is strictly ad lib.
Author: "Do you have any difficulty getting new people to attend your parties?"
Roy: "Trouble? Hell no! They're all anxious to get in on the goodies. Sex-balling is the thing and no one wants to be left out. We have to weed them out, otherwise we'd have too many at our parties and that would bring on the fuzz. You know, some of the chicks we have are only fifteen and sixteen and you can get a bust from that."
Author: "Have your younger brothers taken part in any of the activities you have?"
Roy: "Not along with me. I wouldn't go for that, but I think they swing with their own group, though."
Author: "But it does not concern you whether or not they take part?"
Roy: "No, not in the least."
Author: "Have you any feelings of guilt about having had sexual relations with your sisters?"
Roy: "Hell, no. Oh, we don't go around talking about what happened when we were kids, but if anything ever comes up about it we don't hide our heads if that's what you mean."
Author: "You seem to have preferred your sister Ellen over the others as you never mentioned the two older girls. Did they take part in the activities in the home when you were young?"
Roy: "Once in a while. Right at first, they used to pile in with Ellen and I and I'd fuck one or the other of them and maybe eat one of them. Later, I think they had boyfriends who took care of their nooky for them."
Author: "Did you and Ellen ever attend a group affair together other than the one you described with Eddie?"
Roy: "You mean now? Yeah, she came with me one time."
Author: "You seem hesitant. Did something happen that time?"
Roy: "Well, ah, yeah. It was her first time and some of the guys thought they'd break her in right. Everything went along pretty good. Ellen latched onto some guy with another one of those big pricks she liked so much and they were just about to go at it on the floor when this cat who was having the party got out in the center of the room and announced that he had a newcomer to the group and that this new face should be initiated in the proper manner. T think that new face would look a lot better with a big cock stuck in it,' he said. Everybody laughed, including Ellen. The guy looked at her and asked if she was willing and she nodded.
" 'Okay, bring out her partner,' the guy yelled.
"You could hear the whole group gasp at once when they saw who the partner was supposed to be-a big, black buck with a dong that looked like a rolled up piece of tarpaper!
"That did it. Ellen took one look at him, screamed, and ran out of the room. Naked as a jaybird, too. Right down to my car, which was parked about a half a block away.
"So that did it for her. If she still goes, I wouldn't know. All I know is that she doesn't go with me."
Author: "You have no rules regarding color?"
Roy: "No rules regarding race, creed or color, as the old saying goes. Everyone is welcome-everything goes. Rules beyond that we don't need."
The basically infantile nature of the sexual neurotic that is manifest in the personality of so many swingers is no more clearly demonstrated than by the facts as related by our subject. He is obsessed with sex. He takes delight in telling his most disgusting conduct, and his language is so filled with smut it is difficult to imagine how he has been able to cram so much filth into his vocabulary in such a short time. Yet, he is no different from the others we interviewed. It is the language of the day. He does not consider himself a homosexual yet he freely admits to performing homosexual acts. He does not consider the incestuous conduct with his family as anything out of the ordinary. He feels he is quite normal, that too many others do the same things and, therefore, incest should be considered as normal as other sexual acts.
Roy has no plans for settling down. He is perfectly content with his present conduct. His outlook on life has been so distorted by the activities of his youth that it is inconceivable that he will ever be a completely normal individual.
CHAPTER TWO
A bad relationship between parents or any type of unnatural environment such as the death of either parent, divorce or constant bickering and quarreling can have an adverse effect on the children. As we have seen with our previous subject, the lack of a father in the home had an effect on the entire family. Also, the apparent immorality of the mother created still more havoc with the emotional stability of the youngsters.
All small children, at the start, have the illusion that their home is a happy one. A small child cannot possibly believe anything else. But the child soon learns that the atmosphere is either pleasant or unpleasant. If it is unpleasant, he is frightened.
Parents must not only regulate their own emotions before their children; they must teach the child to try to control its emotions to a reasonable degree. It is natural for a child to exhibit a certain amount of unbridled emotions. But as he grows older, giving vent to his unhealthy emotions means trouble. His sex relations will suffer from the habit of giving full vent to his anger, his jealousy and his bad moods.
Many bad habits can develop in childhood which can prove to be quite difficult to overcome in later years. Some can adjust on their own, having educated themselves through healthy pursuits and wholesome activities to live a well-adjusted, normal life. Others, in whom the bad habits are too deeply embedded, make up our population of neurotics. And from the neurotics we draw the followers of unnatural sex activity.
Almost everything in life can be traced back to one's childhood. What happens in the child's first few years of life has a direct bearing on what his thinking will be in adulthood. The importance of parental training cannot be stressed enough. On that we are agreed. Unfortunately, the parents can, in turn, place the blame of their own short-comings on their parents and so on into infinity. The truth of the matter is that we have been so lacking in proper sex education that only a few qualified individuals, on a comparative basis, can be relied upon to impart proper sexual knowledge. In fact, only a handful of men have pursued a course in sexual theories over the past two centuries. It is only in recent years that a thorough, comprehensive search has been inaugurated into matters pertaining to sex.
The conclusion to be drawn, then, is that we cannot really place the blame on our adult population, for the guideposts left for them to follow have been few and far between.
Let us see how one mother handled a situation that developed with her fourteen-year-old daughter and a neighbor boy.
The mother was greatly disturbed. She had discovered her daughter and the boy masturbating each other. The fact that the boy was seventeen had upset the mother to the point of hysteria.
Kathy was not a beautiful girl, yet she could be described as cute. Though only fourteen at the time of the interview, she had the first signs of womanhood. Her youthful breasts strained against her white sweater, and it was obvious that she would eventually be a very sensual and sexy woman. She had golden hair that hung in graceful, well-combed waves almost to her shoulders. She was a very healthy looking girl. Her complexion had the clearness of youthful vigor about it, and her lips were naturally red, which set off her even, white teeth very well.
She was most eager to cooperate. This in itself was a surprise, for most young people who are caught participating in some form of sexual activity are greatly embarrassed and very reluctant to bring their problems out in the open.
Kathy was different. There seemed to be a sort of relief that made me curious. I felt there was a great deal more to her story than what her mother had told me. In fact, I could not understand the mother's extreme concern about a sexual act that was not as dire as she made it out to be. Of course, it was understandable for the mother to be upset, but not to the extent to which she was carrying on.
I asked Kathy if she would prefer to tell her story to me without her mother being present.
"No, let her stay. What I have to say may shock hell out of her but she has to know some time."
The mother was immediately shocked, as predicted, and only because of the mild profanity used by Kathy. She admonished her at once.
"Oh, bullshit, Mother," Kathy sneered. "You're going to be shocked a hell of a lot more over what you hear from me than you've ever been shocked in your life. You think I'm such an innocent, goody, goody little girl. Well, let me tell you something. Your precious little daughter is just a plain, everyday, no good, dirty fucking little cunt! Yes, that's right-a dirty, cock-sucking little cunt!"
Not only was Kathy's mother shocked by this sudden outburst, but it had taken me quite by surprise as well.
"Yes, and you, too," Kathy said, turning to me. "I know all about fucking and cocksucking and taking it up the ass or having some guy eat my pussy, so don't look so dumbfounded. That's the trouble with you old people. You invent all these words, then you look surprised when the younger generation uses them. That's shit for the birds.
"The same thing goes for sex. We aren't the ones who make up these things we do. We learn it from the older people. You know where I first learned about sucking cocks? From a book that one of the guys got out of his parents' bedroom! Sure, it had pictures and everything and went into detail on how to do it. The same thing with everything else. All the while you thought we were out in the yard talking we were getting ourselves fucked. That's right, Betty, and I and sometimes even Sue from down the street. She's only twelve but she's been dicked a dozen times already. Now we're teaching her how to blow. Blow, Mother, that's sucking cock ... in case you don't know."
Author: "Kathy, I appreciate your being so open and frank about your activities but I would like to get at the root of where it all started. Would you start from the beginning and tell me how you first learned about sex?"
"The roof was Daddy's," she said, then laughed loudly over her little joke. "Yes, Mother, Daddy was the first one to get me. I think I was only about seven or so when I first noticed myself getting worked up. I used to ride Daddy's knee, you know, one leg on each side of his. The first time I noticed anything funny was one time when my knee went into his crotch and I felt something hard. After that, I'd make it a point to push my knee into his crotch just to see what that hard thing was.
"Oh, I knew that boys had some kind of a thing that stuck out from between their legs but I had no idea it was so hard. Or so big. A hard prick and I didn't get acquainted for a few more years. I think
I was ten or eleven when I found out my pussy-cat was made for more than just pissing through.
"I would still ride on Daddy's knee, but now we got to rolling around on the floor, wrestling and fooling around and just playing. You know, like kids do.
"Well, anyway, this time Daddy didn't just play around on the floor. He started putting his hands on my ass and sort of pulling me to him. I could feel his hard prick push into me. You don't have to be hit over the head, even at that age, to know there's something going on besides just playing, and I knew it then."
Author: "Exactly what took place that made you aware of your father's intentions?"
Kathy: "First, let me say it wasn't all his fault. Whenever he put his hands where they weren't supposed to be it gave me a nice feeling. Sort of evil if you know what I mean. I knew something was beginning to develop and I wanted it to.
"Let me add here, too, that while this was going on my mother had been sick in bed for some time so that left Daddy and me pretty much to ourselves. And I might add, too, that Daddy was about half-crocked at the time. He liked his beer pretty well and would usually have three or four cans as soon as he came home. This day he had had quite a few more. But that doesn't mean he didn't know what he was doing. I mean, out of his head or anything like that.
"Well, after we had goofed around for a while, I got real brave and just reached down and took hold of that hard rod I had felt so often inside his pants. He stopped suddenly, looked at me kind of strange like. I squeezed it. He didn't take my hand away or try to stop me. He surprised hell out of me when I heard him ask if I'd like to see what I had ahold of.
And I think I surprised myself when I heard myself saying yes."
Author: "Did he then expose himself to you?"
Kathy: "Not right away. I think maybe he was making up his mind. Of course, I wasn't questioning the right or wrong of it. After all, when you're playing grab-ass with your old man and he asks you something like that, you don't question the morality of it. Maybe in the back of your mind there is a little doubt about what you're doing, but you wipe that out in a hurry when you figure it's one of your parents who's asking you to do something ... well, ah ... different.
"I kept feeling of that hard thing and wondering about it and I suppose he got himself a little worked up. I was wondering, too, when he was going to show it to me. I was curious as hell. I even thought it might be some kind of joke because I didn't realize a man could have anything that big and that hard attached to his body.
"He was panting a little now. His hand was on my ass. He seemed to be deciding what to do. He'd pull me toward him, then frown and push me away. But he never took my hand away from his dong. Then he took a deep breath, reached down and unzipped, and pulled it out.
"I didn't look at it right away. I put my hand on it and felt the soft skin. It felt hot. He eased away from me a little and told me to go ahead and look if I wanted to.
"I sat up immediately. Like I said before, I was curious as hell about that thing. When I looked down I almost laughed. It looked so strange, so funny to me. Like a banana. I put my hands back on it. I felt of it, sort of pinching it with my thumb and forefinger. He rolled over on his back so I could get a better look, and he took my hand and put it on it so I had a full grip on it. Then he told me to work the skin back and forth. I did. This thrilled me. I was real happy that I could do something that seemed to give him so much pleasure. He said I should work it faster and I yanked and pulled on it until he finally told me to stop. I wasn't doing much of a job for him as I found out later. He took my hand and showed me exactly how to work the skin back and forth, nice and easy, yet firmly. "
" 'What does that do, Daddy?' I asked. "
" 'You'll see,' he said. He was panting more than ever now and his hips were beginning to move up and down with my stroking. Without a word, he put his hand under my dress and wriggled his finger under the elastic of my panties. He told me to lie real still, to let him put his finger inside me. The way I was sitting there didn't offer him much working room so he told me to lie down beside him, but to keep on stroking him. He also said this would be our little secret and that neither of us should ever mention it to Mother because she would get awfully mad at us. 'You see,' he said, 'she thinks my thing belongs only to her, but I want to share it with you. You understand that, don't you, baby?' he asked. I nodded, thinking I was in the thickest of espionage plots with my father."
Author. "You masturbated your father to a climax at this time?"
Kathy: "Not right away. He'd let me stroke him for a while, then he'd stop me. I don't know if he was trying to make up his mind about having an orgasm or just trying to prolong it. I never found out. Anyway, I didn't mind doing it to him. I liked the feeling of it in my hand. It was warm-hot, really -and it felt almost like it had a life of its own. I just kept stroking him ..."
Author: "You mentioned that he had put his hand on your genital area and that he had put his finger inside your vagina. Did you experience any pleasure from this? I'm referring to something more than merely a physical pleasantness. I mean a deeper, more sensual sex sensation."
Kathy: "I wanted to think it was as good for me as it seemed to be for him, but I can't honestly say there was much of a sexual feeling there. He worked his finger in and out of me slowly and that felt good. I think he was trying to find my clitorissomething I didn't even know I had at the timebut apparently couldn't locate it.
"Everything has to come to an end sometime and by this time I was getting a little tired of just laying there stroking him and him poking around inside me. He kept telling me to relax, that it was so good, and that it would get even better. " 'What's that big thing for?' I asked. "He stopped suddenly. He looked at me for a moment, then said it was for making girls happy. I had had fun with his cock but I didn't see where I was overly happy about just playing with it. He asked if I really wanted to know how it was used and of course I said yes. He said I'd have to take my pants off first, then he'd show me."
Author: "You stated your mother was sick in bed. Was she actually confined to bed, or was she able to get up occasionally?"
Kathy: "Mother has been sick in bed ever since I can remember. If it isn't one thing, it's another. Oh, she was able to get up, but she never did. Either Daddy or I had to wait on her, take her meals and get her things when she'd yell for them. I think she really enjoyed being the center of so much attention. I don't think she was as sick as she made out to be. Maybe she wasn't sick at all, because when Daddy went to work and I went to school, she'd make out all right. She had to wait on herself then. You're wondering if we were afraid she might get up and catch us. No. She never got up when one of us was home. That would have spoiled her little game."
The mother, who had been stunned into silence, at this moment began to protest vehemently and it took some minutes before she could be restrained. Finally, Kathy continued.
"Don't get so shook up, Mother, there's still more to hear. You want to hear how your daughter lost her cherry, don't you?
"Let's see now, I had just taken off my pants when I was interrupted. Well, when I had gotten them off, Daddy told me to spread my legs and that he would show me how men and women do their thing, but he didn't use those words. First, he said he'd have to put his finger way up inside of me to show me how this thing worked, this man and woman thing he was talking about. He started in but it hurt. He told me to relax, that this was what he had to do. It would hurt a little at first, but after that it would feel good. He edged up close to me and I could feel his hot rod pushing against my bare legs as his finger went deeper into me. Then he suddenly pulled his finger out of me and opened the lips of my pussy and started to put the head of his cock in me.
"This scared me. I knew that big thing wouldn't fit into that little hole between my legs. I told him I didn't want to do this anymore. I'd rather just play with it. He got a little gruff with me then, told me this was the way to learn and that he wouldn't hurt me . . . much. So . . . what can you do? I just laid there and let him do what he wanted to.
"Now, don't get me wrong. It wasn't all unpleasant now. Even though I was a little scared, it was still exciting as hell. I mean, your pussy is a pretty private thing and when someone, especially your own father, starts playing around with it, well, that's got to be a real thrill. And furthermore, this was the first time I had ever seen and felt a man's dick-and that was exciting, too.
"He got the head of it inside me, just pushing slowly and letting it sort of settle, then going a little farther in. It hurt some but not too bad. He didn't try to go all the way in. He'd back out a little, then go forward again, just like screwing but with just the head and a little part of the rest of it.
"All of a sudden, he grabbed my ass with both hands and let out a grunt. And he also drove toward me, trying to bury that damn salami in me. It hurt like hell now. I let out a little yelp and tried to pull out from under him. He kept saying, 'No, no,' and then there was something hot shooting into me. This was something new again. I stopped to try to figure out what it was. I thought he was pissing in me at first. I felt wet and gooey all over down there. The pain I had felt had almost disappeared.
"After a lot of this hot stuff had squirted into me, he lay quite still. This is, except for his heavy breathing and moaning. He relaxed himself completely on top of me and I felt like I was being squashed.
" 'Daddy, let's get up now,' I said, or something like that. He groaned and rolled off. He had gotten his dick about halfway in me and when he pulled it out it sort of squished and made a plopping sound. I could feel something running out of me. I felt between my legs. I was a real mess. Goo all over. I took my hand away and looked at it. I couldn't tell what it was. My fingers only looked wet.
" 'Here,' he said. He threw my pants to me and told me to go to the bathroom and wipe myself and put my pants back on. He didn't look at me. He put his cock away, zipped up, and went over and sat in the chair and put his head in his hands. Of course, I didn't know what this was all about. I thought whatever we had done had tired him out and he was just resting. When I came back from the bathroom, he was still sitting the same way so I didn't bother him. I looked at him for a moment, then told him I was going out to play. He looked up. He had the strangest, most pitiful look in his eyes. I had never seen that look before. He reached out and took my arm.
" 'Oh, baby, I'm terribly sorry,' he said. 'Please don't ever tell anyone what we did. Promise? Please don't say anything.'
"There was such a pleading look in his eyes and his voice was so urgent I knew right then that we had done something terribly wrong. I just knew it."
Author: "You never told anyone about what had happened?"
Kathy: "No ... not until now." Author: "Were there other occasions when you engaged in sexual acts?"
Kathy: "Yes, but it was a month or so before he ever touched me again. In fact, he acted like he was trying to avoid me. Whenever I'd go over to him and want to sit in his lap like I had always done, he'd tell me to go and sit somewhere else, or he'd get up and leave the room."
Author: "Were you attempting to arouse him again so that you could participate in a sexual act?"
Kathy: "In a way, I suppose I was. It had been quite exciting for me and I was pretty sure there was more to it than what I had been through."
Author: "Would you say that you derived some pleasure from the original penetration?"
Kathy: "Only from the evil point of view. Naturally, I didn't have an orgasm, nor did I get any kind of satisfaction out of it. As I told you, it had hurt some. But I forgot about that part of it pretty quick.
"The next time we got involved was about like the first time. He had been drinking and I went over and plopped down in his lap before he had time to shoo me away. I wasn't real careful about where I put my hands and before long I could see that bulge growing in his pants. I was beginning to get wised up a little about men, too. I knew if that thing got big and hard, chances were that he couldn't stop. I had figured that out during that month when he had kept me away from him, because he had seemed to go to pieces once his prick was hard. Oh, yes, I knew that it wasn't hard all the time because I had gotten peeks at him when he changed clothes so I knew there was a difference. Also when he was in his swim trunks. Then there was something else happened, too.
"This time it went a lot faster. I supposed he figured as long as he had broken the ice, he may as well go ahead and get his fucking from his daughter. I knew he and Mother weren't doing anything because she was sick all the time and slept by herself. Daddy slept in the spare bedroom."
Author: "Excuse me, but you mentioned something else happening. Did this involve a deviation from the accepted norms of sexual intercourse?"
Kathy: "Oh, that. Well, in a way. That was just before we went into our second fuck session, though. I told you Daddy slept in the spare bedroom. Well, our house has two bathrooms and three bedrooms. I was in one bedroom, Daddy in one, and Mother in the other. Daddy's bedroom was close to what you'd call the second bathroom. When he shaved and went to the John, he used that one. So did I.
"One night I woke up and heard noises coming from the bathroom which was between my bedroom and Daddy's. I sneaked over to the door. You see, I was still quite curious about sex and wanted to get another look at Daddy's cock if I could. You might say I was sort of an indoor peeping torn. Luckily, he hadn't pushed the door all the way shut and that left a little slit through which I could see.
"When I looked in I could see Daddy standing in front of the toilet bowl, pumping away like crazy on his big, stiff prick. He had on his shirt, but his pants were down around his ankles. He was holding onto the back of the toilet with the other hand and he was sort of aiming his prick toward the bowl. I was really fascinated with this sight. I was just dying to see what would happen. And, too, I wanted to reach out and touch that thing again.
"While I watched, I unconsciously put my hand between my legs and got my finger inside of me a little way. I kept watching him. He looked as weak as hell after he had pumped it a while. He sort of stiffened, closed his eyes and clenched his teeth. All of a sudden there were these squirts of white stuff spurting out of the end of his dick. He groaned a little. His prick looked real red. He worked the skin over the head of it real slow, then took some toilet tissue and wiped it.
"The more I thought about it, the worse my curiosity got. I wanted to know what that stuff was he had shot out. I finally got real brave and pushed the door open. Daddy jumped when I walked in. He still had his dick in his hand, and he tried to hide it. He came up off the toilet where he had been hanging with one hand and told me to go back to bed. I didn't go. I told him I wanted to feel of it like I had done that time before. He mumbled something about why I hadn't come in earlier."
Author: "You mean you asked him if you could touch him?"
Kathy: "Sure. That's what I wanted so why not ask? I didn't wait for him to answer. I just went up to him and took his prick in my hand and started to play with it. That was when I noticed he had some pictures in there with him. I couldn't see them from where I had been standing outside the door. The pictures were all pretty dirty. Guys with big, oversize pricks and huge ball sacks all covered with hair, and women with their legs spread wide open with a big patch of hair surrounding a gaping pussy. But there was one that caught my attention. It showed a woman down on her knees in front of a man with one of those big sausages crammed in her mouth. It fascinated me. I looked at the other pictures but always came back to that one."
Author: "Your father did not try to stop you from looking at these pictures?"
Kathy: "No. He still looked like he didn't know what was going on. He just stood there and let me stroke him with one hand while I flipped through the pictures with the other. Then he started to get quite hard again. He had sagged a little when I had first come in, but I soon had him back up again. Between the pictures and that red-hot prick I was getting a little worked up myself. I guess I had started something with my finger. I think it was then Daddy noticed my hips moving back and forth a little. He took my hand off his cock and scooped up the pictures. He said that was enough for one night. He turned me around, slapped me on the ass, and told me to go to bed.
"That was the end of things for that night, but we got into some pretty good fuck sessions after that. Even though I was only about eleven, I was beginning to enjoy him poking his big dick into me. T don't know if he was afraid to not let me have my way or what, but every time I took hold of his dong and got it hard, he went out of his way to see that I got it."
Author: "Did you ever engage in any sex act besides the normal?"
Kathy: "No, not with Daddy. I wanted to but he said I shouldn't do that. I remembered that picture T had seen and wanted to put Daddy's cock in my mouth, but he wouldn't let me. Later, though, with the other kids, I got all of that I wanted.
"Daddy and I would fuck about once a month, I'd say. Once he got me used to it that wasn't enough. Besides, I spent a lot of time with my friends and we didn't just play hop-scotch or innocent games like that. I think when a kid knows some of these things he's pretty proud of it and wants to tell the others what he knows. That's the way it was with me. I was doing something real exciting and I wanted to let them know all about it.
"I guess you might say I was the ringleader of our little group. We had our garage fixed up like a recreation room with a ping pong table, dart board, and a lot of games and things. There was a sectional sofa with a chair to match. This stuff had been in the house but we had gotten new furniture so Daddy put it in the garage for us to use.
"Well, you know how kids like to talk about sex and look at supposedly dirty pictures and play grab-ass. We did exactly that. Billy was the first one. He and I were fooling around one day and somehow we got on the couch together. I had sort of fallen across his lap and he was going through the motions of giving me a spanking. As I wriggled and squirmed in his lap, I noticed something hard poking into my stomach. I made a point of rubbing my body against it. I got a kick out of feeling it grow harder and harder. Finally, he decided I had had enough of his make-believe spanking and turned me loose. When I went to get up, I put my hand right on that hard knob sticking up from his pants. He gasped and tried to squirm out from under me like it had been a mistake or something. I just pinched down on it and hung on.
"I think he got quite embarrassed, but he didn't try to take my hand away. The other kids weren't paying any attention. He whispered to me, 'Hey, what you trying to do?' I took hold of the head and moved it around in a little circle like a shift stick. Now he knew it was no mistake. His hand went like a shot under my dress, but I yanked it out. 'I want to feel you, too,' he pleaded.
"I was on my knees on the couch, still holding onto his dick and sort of bent forward so the other kids couldn't see. I said 'okay,' and his hand went back up under my dress.
"He said something stupid like, 'Hey, you ain't got nuthin',' and I told him, 'Of course not, dumb-dumb, I'm a girl.'
" 'Can I see?' he asked.
" 'There's nothing to see.'
" 'I want to see anyway.'
"With his hand under my dress pawing away at my pussy and my hand squeezing his cock, I soon forgot about the others in the garage. I pulled my dress up. He reached up and got ahold of my pants and pulled them down so he could see. I said, 'All right, now I want to see you.' He didn't say anything. I think he was too shocked. I unzipped his pants and dug it out. It wasn't anywhere near the size of Daddy's and I was immediately disappointed, not realizing Billy was only twelve or thirteen.
But it was a hard little thing and it worked the same way Daddy's did. The skin went back and forth and it seemed to make him feel as good as it did Daddy.
"Suddenly, one of the other kids let out a yelp and came running over to the couch. I think it was Barbara. When she yelled, the others dropped everything and came over to see what was going on.
"I still had ahold of Billy's dick. I figured as long as we had been caught I may as well let them see, too.
" 'Gee,' Barbara said, 'it's big.'
"Little George piped up then. 'Big? That's not big. You ought to see the big one Jimmy has.'
"Jimmy was George's eighteen-year-old brother.
"Billy just lay there with everyone looking at him-there were four others besides Billy and I -and it sort of fell on me to explain to the others about boys' cocks. I showed them how the skin moved back and forth-which the boys already knew-and how it fit up inside a girl. None of them knew anything about that and they asked me to show them. There was a lot of giggling going on, as you can imagine, and even Billy seemed amused over what I had said. I don't think any of them believed me.
"I'd show them, I thought. I pulled off my pants and got on top of Billy before he could say a word. I put one knee on each side of him, then squatted down until I could feel his hot little peter poking at my pussy.
" 'Now see, if you watch down here,' I said, motioning to my pussy, 'you'll see how it works.' I eased myself down.
" 'Hey, it went right up inside her,' someone said.
" 'Yeah ...'
"As soon as Billy's prick was settled in me, I started to move up and down. Every time it appeared, the group would let out a groan or a comment. They thought I was quite something because I knew how to fuck. When I thought I had shown them enough, I got off. Billy didn't want me to. He wanted more.
" 'I'll do it,' Barbara volunteered.
"I asked if she'd ever done it before and she said no, but that she'd had her finger up inside her a few times.
"We all stood around and watched as Barbara took the same position I had. She didn't know what to do. I reached under and put his dick in her, spreading her lips for her-she didn't even know enough to do that-and then told her to sit down real easy. She tried it, but gave up because she said it hurt.
"Well, you can imagine what went on in that garage after that. We made a sort of game out of it. We tried to find out new things to do. The kids searched through their homes for books and I finally found those Daddy had. We did everything that was in the books, and I do mean everything"
Author: "And you have continued these practices ever since?"
Kathy: "Right up until now. When Mother caught me jacking this kid off, that was only part of it. She should have been there the day before. We had a suck-session. Everybody went down on everybody else."
Author: "Do you still have relations with your father?"
Kathy: "No, not any more. There's too much going on out in the garage to monkey around with just straight fucking. I have to admit, though, that I kind of miss that big prick of his, but then this kid Steve is hung pretty good. I think he'll be bigger than Daddy some day."
Author: "Do you achieve orgasm in these relations with your friends?"
Kathy: "Do I! Man, I'm popping myself six, seven, even eight times every time we get together."
It is easy to see that Kathy's conduct arises as much from a deep hostility toward her mother as from the advances made to her by her father. It was discovered that the father was a pedophiliac, that is, a mature person, physically, who has the desire for sexual relations with a young child. He (or she) suffers from psychosexual infantilism. We cannot blame his drunkenness for the incestuous acts he performed on his daughter for, even in a drunken state, a well-adjusted man is aware of his activities with his children.
The mother was a hypochondriac. Because of her husband's drinking, she withdrew from the family circle and pretended she was sick. In this way, she thought, the attention would once again be focused on her, and also that her husband might feel sorry for her and would, therefore, straighten out. In her great self-pity, she neglected to watch over either her husband or her daughter.
Kathy's attitude is one of hostility and defiance. She realizes that what her father did to her was extremely wrong, but rather than inform her mother of the practice, she instead went the entire route of the sexual journey, feeling deeply wronged and bitter toward both parents. However, because of a father fixation, she does not place as much blame on him as she does on her mother. The mother has let her father down. Therefore, she-Kathy-must step in and take the place of his wife and satisfy in any way that he desires. Unfortunately, his desires were of the unnatural category.
Under the circumstances, with the entire family being neurotics, we could only prescribe psychiatric-examinations for all three. On Kathy's sworn statement, the father was sent to prison.
Kathy's mother, at first in such a state of shock over what Kathy had revealed, was able to recuperate sufficiently to make a new home for herself and Kathy.
Kathy, of course, is being watched closely now. Her activities are organized for her, her friends are carefully screened. This is done as secretly as possible, for Kathy is of a nature such that her defiance might overrule her better judgment.
CHAPTER THREE
Not all the people we talk to are capable of rehabilitation. Not is it our concern whether they are or not. We can only recommend that certain procedures be employed where there is a threat to humanity or where a crime has been committed as in the case of Kathy's father.
It is always startling to learn that virtual children are taking part in perverse sex activities. In prior years, we were somewhat surprised when a high school girl turned up pregnant. But sexual intercourse, one of nature's instincts, is a common thing, and when a girl of fourteen, fifteen or sixteen gave way to an occasional sexual act, it was quite understandable. Elders viewed it as "just one of those things." Parents sometimes shunned the unfortunate girl but, for the most part, she was received back into the home and made to feel she belonged there.
It is not, however, so easy to accept the fact that our high school students as well as some grade school children are engaging in abnormal acts. As we have seen, fellatio and cunnilingus were not considered too far out of the ordinary by our previous subject. Not only did she take part in these activities, but she performed them in group form.
With such an unnatural code of morality, it is difficult to see any of the participants as normal, well-adjusted adults. They are of the belief that all authority is wrong, that what they do is their own business, a sort of freedom they have misinterpreted from the Constitution. They are getting their "kicks" while they can; the consequences will have to work themselves out somehow.
That early indulgence in sex orgies or a continual string of multiple sex experiences must eventually pall is almost axiomatic.
The evolution of the hippie as a sort of idol for the sheep-like youngsters of today is extremely difficult to fathom. Unkempt appearance, long, shaggy hair, beards, filthy bodies as well as living quarters or "pads," are direct opposites to what adults have been trying to teach their children for centuries. Suddenly, cleanliness is evil, an established routine and a job are "square," and personal adherence to manners and courtesy is unknown in the hippie world. All traditions are viewed as "corny." The words morality, decency, honesty, cleanliness, courtesy, virginity, marriage, and many others are used only with derision by the hippie ilk.
The unfortunate thing is that some adults have through some addlepated philosophy, gone right along with the strange antics of the younger generation. It was always the accepted way of things for children to learn from adults and to follow the patterns set forth by the elders. In many cases today, the adults are making themselves look even more ridiculous than the teen-agers.
Strangely enough, the most ardent followers of the hippie philosophy of being anti-everything are not those who have suffered deprivation in their childhood. In fact, it is almost the opposite, for there are far more children of well-to-do families who visit my office then there are from poor families. It appears that the poor child is too busy trying to work and study in order to extricate himself from his dilemma to have much time for cavorting with the abnormal neurotics of the hippie world. Our next subject has run the gamut of sexual emotions. Peggy is 22. She has tried LSD, marijuana, heroin, various so-called pep pills, and alchohol. There is no sexual activity in which she has not engaged in her constant search for sex "kicks."
Like many hippies, Peggy comes from a well-to-do family. At ten she discovered a mild form of masturbation which continued until she was thirteen when, she believes, she had her first climax. At this time she also began to date quite regularly, and her parents were reasonably permissive as long as the dates remained strictly at her age level. That is, she could attend school athletic events, a movie on Friday, or a party at the home of one of her friends if it was supervised by adults. But Peggy rebelled at this and took to sneaking out for dates with older boys. Peggy had lost all respect for her parents early in life. She considers her father a weakling because he always did what her mother asked. She thought he should stand up for his rights as a man more. Her mother, Peggy explained, is a selfish, lazy, yet domineering woman who must give the orders. This is true not only in the home, but with outsiders as well.
Partially because of this, Peggy is a man-hater, although not to the degree where she prefers sex with females. She herself is a dominating personality, yet she is disgusted with the men she rules. She can no longer get her sex kicks by ordinary forms of intercourse. Instead, she must use physical violence and debasement on her males.
"Men are pigs. They deserve what they get from women, just like my father did. If you don't have the guts to stand up and fight for something, you deserve the shitty end of the stick!
"When I was fifteen years old, I had a couple of men in their forties who would do any damned thing I wanted, just for a piece of ass! They would let me piss in their mouths, if I wanted to, in order to get into my pussy. I have guys right now who actually beg me to whip them-the mangy pigs!
"I was one of the first real hippies," Peggy claims with pride. "You might think that this started a few years ago, but it's been going on for almost seven years. I left home when I was fourteen, and lived with a bunch of kids my age. We stayed wherever we could and shared everything-food, clothes, money, and bodies.
"The trouble with the older people is that they still try to hide what's going on. They think sex should be kept under some kind of lid and the lid only comes off when mama goes to bed with papa. Well, that's all bullshit now. People have always liked sex and have gone in for a lot of weird things. We do the same thing, only we let everybody know what the hell we're doing. I mean, Jesus Christ, if you're gonna fuck, what's the big deal about doing it in secret? Nobody's bullshitting anybody anymore.
"And parents . . . God, they're the worst. They think because they go in the bedroom together and Shut the door that the kids don't know what's going on. Hell, man, we know. And we wonder what's with the secrecy bit. If I'd asked my old lady how kids were made, she'd probably have shit her pants and whacked me one. She wouldn't have had the guts to tell me the old man shot the eggs into her gut through his prick and the little bastard was hatched inside her and came sliding out through her cunt. No, they come on with this horse-shit about birds and bees. The kids nowadays just laugh at that nonsense. The parents would be better off if they told their kids all about screwing and how to keep from getting pregnant. That way, they'd take the secrecy out of it and the kids wouldn't be so damn curious about it."
Author: "Before you go on, I'd like to ask a few questions if I may. For instance, were you told anything at all about sex when you were a child?"
Peggy: "Hell, no. I was so goddamn curious when I had my first period I thought my insides had fallen apart. But when I went to my old lady and asked about it, she just told me to put on a sanitary napkin and let it go at that. No instructions as to what was happening to me or how long it would last. Christ, I thought I was stuck with that damn napkin for the rest of my life. I didn't know it would stop flowing in a few days."
Author: "Did you ever participate in any sexual acts with the other members of your family?"
Peggy"No, we never got around to that. The first time I had a dick in me was with one of the neighbor kids. He had a pretty good-sized rod and wracked me up a little. I bled for a few days after."
Author: "You didn't inform your mother what happened?"
Peggy: "Shit no. She would have beat the hell out of me. I just put on a napkin and let it go at that."
Author: "You come from a home of means according to the information I have, yet you state there was no sex education in your home. Were the other children in your neighborhood in the same situation?"
Peggy: "Some were just as dumb as I was, but there were some who seemed to know a hell of a lot. I remember one girl, Lil, who said her mother went into detail about how she was built and how boys were built and what could happen if a boy got his penis-that's what she called it-inside her. I got a lot of good dope from Lil."
Author: "Could you tell me about your present activities?"
Peggy: "Well, what we do now is altogether different than the way we started out. I wouldn't call the sex we had gang-bangs. There was no violence in it. You just screwed who you wanted to, or whoever asked you. Oh, I've had three or four guys at one session, but it wasn't like they were fighting over me or anything. It was just that maybe a couple of the other girls wouldn't be in the mood to take them on, or maybe I'd be feeling extra hot.
"It was only after they busted up our group that the gang sex kick started. Even then it was the girls who wanted it that way, not the mealy-mouthed guys.
"Maybe it was a good thing they did bust it up. I was using marijuana a lot, and had tried heroin once or twice, and there were a lot of the kids that were using it pretty heavy. We started to meet at this guy's apartment. I was living with two guys in an empty room in the back of an old store building. I think one of the guys' old man owned the building. That's why we didn't get any pressure. We used to feed the rest of the group, but they were on their own when they wanted booze or pot.
"It all happened sort of funny. The kid's old man, the man who owned the building, asked me if I'd let him watch one of our parties. I guess his son had told him something about what went on. So, anyway, one night I did. There were seven or eight of us and we told him if he brought some booze he could stay. We had a few drinks, then we started messing around. Then the old boy got into the act. He said he'd never seen a daisy chain, and he'd pay twenty bucks if we'd show him one. So, all of us formed one. I was sucking a guy's cock, while another guy was eating my cunt. And it was the same all the way down the line-somebody getting sucked off while another sucked off somebody else. We had a pretty good session, and nobody paid much attention to the old guy, but once when I looked up he was jacking himself off like mad. I don't know why he didn't ask to fuck one of us girls -we would have let him.
"Instead, he just sat there jerking himself off. But it looked like he was fighting a losing battle. He couldn't get a hard on, and he came over and almost cried as he asked if one of the girls would whip him with a belt.
"I had never done anything like that, but I didn't like the old bastard much, so I thought that if that was what he wanted, that's what he'd get.
"He stripped off his pants and underwear and laid down on the floor while the rest of us watched. I started off easy, but he kept begging me to hit his ass and legs with even more force than I had up until now. When I saw the marks begin to rise every time I hit him, I started to get a funny feeling. I got hot as hell, but not for the old guy. I just wanted somebody to fuck me, hard and quick and deep. That crazy beating was doing things to me. I could always have a good orgasm with some guy who had a big prick if he'd do it from the back. So I dropped the belt and told Pete, my favorite fucking partner, to mount me from the back. I started to get on my hands and knees, but the old guy motioned to me to get over his face so my cunt was just an inch or so away. The old son-of-a-bitch wanted to eat it! Or so I thought. It turned out he wanted to watch.
"I got down over him, and Pete went to workjust as I like it, with hard, fast jabs. The old guy still had his hand on his cock and damned if it didn't start to get hard. Then he started beating on it. I mean, he's actually whacking it from side to side. All of a sudden, he begins to pump it like crazy, and he shoots a load. Just about then, I came. Maybe seeing the old guy helped. I don't know. But then when Pete pulls his cock out of me, all slimy and cruddy, this old guy goes after it. He really licked it and swallowed the juice that was still hanging on it. Of course, he got Pete good and hard again. He managed to grab the belt and hand it back to me, and while he's down on Pete I gave him a few good whacks across the ass.
"We talked about it later, and I got the idea I'd like to see what this sadism bit was all about. I'd seen the kooky ads in the underground paper that one of the guys always brought around, but I thought they were just a put-on. Anyhow, I answered one that had some jazz about discipline in it, and what an awakening I got!
"After I got checked out so they knew I wasn't a fink, I went to this place in the outskirts. It was a fancy joint and hidden way back with trees and bushes all around. There were about nine other people there, around the pool and patio area, and every one of them was naked. Nobody introduced anyone, but after a couple of drinks, we all gathered around a big table and they played 'put and take' -their way. Everybody had to take turns spinning this metal top that was flat on six sides. If it stopped on 'put,' you had to dish out the whipping or whatever. If it stopped on 'take,' you received the punishment, but you could name your own poison.
"I found out that almost everyone there needed some sort of physical punishment to stimulate them to have sex. I was honestly curious. I couldn't see why anyone would get a kick out of being beaten, but they seemed to, so I decided to find out just what the hell it did for you.
"When it came my turn to 'take,' I asked the youngest girl there what would be best for me, since it was my first time. She said the hairbrush-and lightly, for a starter. So I picked this man, about forty, I'd say, who looked like he'd be a good lay, and I made him lie on his back on a mat they had while I got on top of him. He was already good and hard, and we went to work. I just eased my snatch down over his prick, nice and gentle like. He was good, and I almost had forgotten about the hairbrush he had in one hand, when he let me have it right on the ass! Jesus, that stung and I almost screamed. But he hit me another hard whack on the upper thigh, and all of a sudden I wanted to really get fucked. We went to work, faster and faster, with me doing most of the plunging, and he began to beat me with that damn brush in a sort of rhythm that kept pace with my bouncing up and down on his cock. Each time, he'd catch me on the rise. Then, at the end, he just let me have it as hard as he could, and I came in a big blaze of glory. I felt like I'd been tossed in a cold shower. I felt invigorated and different, and I was disappointed to discover that the guy hadn't come at all.
"We reversed positions, and I beat the hell out of his ass and legs while he was screwing me. And I came again, real good-just before he did.
"That was my first time, but it sure as hell wasn't my last. I seldom go for straight fucking now. I've gotten to be pretty good with a belt, a whip and a hairbrush. My favorite is to have a third party whip the both of us while we're fucking. That way, they can aim the swats where they do the most good and really make them count."
The most common and the most significant of all the perversions-the desire to inflict pain upon the sexual object, and the reverse-received from Krafft-Ebing the names of 'sadism' and 'masochism' for its active and passive forms respectively. They emphasize the pleasure in pain, whether receiving or inflicting it.
As regards active sadism the roots are easy to detect in the individual. The sexuality of most male human beings contains an element of aggressiveness-a desire to subjugate; the biological significance of it seems to lie in the need for overcoming the resistance of the sexual object by means other than the process of wooing. Thus sadism would correspond to an aggressive component of the sexual instinct which has become independent and exaggerated and, by displacement, has usurped the leading position.
Similarly, the term masochism comprises any passive attitude towards sexual life and the sexual object, the extreme instance of which appears to be that in which satisfaction is conditional upon suffering physical or mental pain at the hands of the sexual object. Masochism, in the form of a perversion, seems to be further removed from the normal sexual aim than its counterpart.
The group activity Peggy describes bears this out-there are more people willing to absorb punishment than there are those willing to give.
Like every other sexual emotion, the masochistic element of female eroticism is commonly accepted as a result of childhood. Society demands that as sexual urges and tensions develop, they must be repressed. However, like water in a faucet stopped by only a finger, the repressed forces build up and then escape in an uncontrolled manner.
Peggy's sadomasochistic tendencies were present in her childhood affairs although she did not recognize them as such. Her desire to hurt her love partners through derisive comments was the first sign. But, as in all perversions, these urges continually increase in intensity until the full amount of satisfaction is achieved. We have seen this in Peggy's case. Gradually, she had accelerated her sadomasochistic tendencies until now she finds no pleasure in sexual activities unless they involve physical punishment. The interview continued along these lines:
Author: "Inasmuch as you engaged in sexual activities at a very early age, it must be assumed that you derived satisfaction in some form although there was no physical punishment involved. You have told us how you first became involved in beatings as a form of stimulation. Would you say this is more fulfilling than the sex acts in which you engaged in earlier years?"
' Peggy"Oh, yes. There's nothing like having someone swat you across the ass when you're getting screwed. I don't know how to explain it, but it's altogether different than just straight fucking."
Author: "Do these beatings have an effect on you while you are engaged in unnatural sex activities?"
Peggy"You mean do I like to have someone spank me while I'm blowing someone. You better believe it. I really get my kicks that way. I like to get into a position with my ass up in the air and a big prick in my mouth and have someone slap the hell out of me. I mean, I really want to swallow the thing completely, balls and all."
Author: "Are you able to achieve orgasm in this manner?"
Peggy: "You mean without anyone touching my pussy? Sometimes. If I can work myself up enough, yes, I can have a blow-off, but the best way is for someone to be either fucking me or licking me. If everyone is busy, I put my finger in and work myself off while I'm sucking the guy's cock. The best way, though, is to get astraddle of a guy and get his dick in me, then have another guy kneel down so I can get at his cock with my mouth. Now, to add a little spice to this fucking-sucking session, someone has to whack me on the ass with a brush or stick or something like that. I mean, that's living! I don't think you can go much farther for real satisfaction."
Author. "Thus far you have made no mention of other women participating in these acts. Is there lesbian activity at your parties?"
Peggy: "Oh, didn't I mention that? Oh, sure there is. I don't care much for licking some broad's pussy. If I do, I want to bite the damn thing. You know, I like to bite anyway, so I have to be careful when I'm down on one that I don't hurt the poor cunt. I get a little carried away sometimes. I kind of like getting licked, but it doesn't matter if a guy does it or a broad, although there's a certain amount of excitement involved when a girl does it to me. I like for them to bite the mushy part just above the slit. You know, the pad where the hair is. That does something to me. The only trouble is that a lot of people think they're hurting me and don't bite hard enough."
Most authorities agree that persons of a masochistic nature suffer tremendously from a repressed guilt, and actually feel that they are rightfully being punished for having broken the laws of morality set forth by society. Peggy is a rebel. She defies all rules of decency. She was sexually promiscuous in defiance of her parents for the simple reason that she felt she did not receive the sex education she thought (and rightfully so) she should have had. She has built up over the years a huge burden of guilt, and her first spanking with a hairbrush actually served as a release. Thus, she enjoyed sex more fully as she unconsciously felt that she had paid for it.
Peggy also had a strong compulsion to deal out punishment. Her activities were designed to shame and thereby punish her parents. She received vicarious thrills from beating the first victim of her lust, the old man, because she subconsciously connected him with her father. She admitted she had often wanted to shake her father until his teeth rattled, when he meekly submitted to her mother's demands or orders. Almost subconsciously, Peggy equates all men with her father, and she gains considerable emotional release when she can administer punishment and pain.
This mixture of sadomasochism is not unusual, especially in a person as young as Peggy, who has engaged in many varieties of sexual experiences.
Her attitude concerning sex has degenerated to the point where normal intercourse or even cunnilingus and fellatio have became boring, or what she calls "a drag." Consequently, she joins group after group, seeking still newer and more exciting sexual thrills. To her lust for sexual satisfaction, she has already added the stimulants of alcohol and dope. The strong urge to punish her parents, combined with her unsatisfied desire for sexual excitement, has been the motivating force in bringing Peggy into the world of sadomasochism.
CHAPTER FOUR
Although a great many swingers and other participants in perverse sex activities come from upper middle class or wealthy homes, there are some who are products of the slums and poor family backgrounds. To those from the poorer classes, involvement in swinging groups is, they believe, a step upward, an advancement into the ranks of the "in" people. In their befuddled thinking they are of the opinion that the "haves" of our society participate in these perverse acts as a common thing. On the other hand, we have come to the conclusion that many individuals from the better-class families believe that in reducing themselves to dirty, unkempt hippies, they are really "with it," that their friends will view them with greater admiration, if they exist in the same squalid conditions as the filth-laden creatures whom they have taken on as friends, partners in crime-and partners in sexual deviation.
Regardless of how they arrive at the point where they can be labeled hippies, there is no purpose to their existence, no real end to be served here on this earth. Personal pleasure is their creed. And their pleasure does not involve anything even closely resembling wholesomeness. To take part in any of the normal activities of youth does not enter their minds. Stealing, use of drugs, drinking and sex do.
While almost all young people at one time or another take part in some form of illegal or immoral activity, the well-adjusted soon depart from this route and begin to live normal and decent lives.
The neurotics, the malcontents, the ill-adjusted and ill-advised continue on the road to moral decay. It is with these latter that we must concern ourselves.
Doreen is a product of the slums. She was born in the slums and sees no future for herself other than a continuance of her present existence. She is 22. She is a statistic-nothing more. She has little hope of ever being anything else, but like her countless parallels, she plans to make the most of life and in her own way. Her own way involves little else than her own personal livelihood, her own pleasure.
At 14 she was taken into custody in connection with a juvenile gang that was involved in unnatural sex acts with a group of colored teen-age boys. Six months in a juvenile detention home only brought her into contact with lesbianism, both with the matrons and other inmates. At 15 she was back out on the street, selling her body to obtain money for liquor and marijuana.
For a time she was a member of a gang of teenage girls whose main object was to see how many men they could "service" in one night, sometimes selling themselves for as little as fifty cents, and in some cases giving themselves without charge merely to beat the record for that particular day.
Now, at 22, she feels she has done about everything possible with her body as far as sexual thrills go. Yet, she is still seeking new thrills, more exciting sensations, to sate her sexual appetite. She thoroughly enjoys the entire sexual picture. She does not hate men. She enjoys what they can do for her-sexually. She views women in the same light.
For an insight into how she thinks, here is her story as we recorded it.
"I suppose you could say my sex life started the day I was born because that's about all I can remember about my life. Just sex, sex, sex. But I can't really remember anything until I was about six or seven. That's when one of the little boys from the next flat stuck his finger in me and said something about 'fawking.' That's the way he said it. just like that. Well, fawking or not, I liked it. I thought it was fun to have someone else play with me.
"Then, when I was about thirteen, I really got fawked. I had started to go with one of the kids from a neighborhood gang, The Birds. This kid's name was Dicky and that's just what he gave me-his dicky. He was a few years older than I was and he showed me just how to do this fawking bit I had heard about when I was a kid. Dicky was one tough little bastard, too. He'd been arrested several times and had spent some time in the reformatory. He told me it was a pretty rough place and that if you weren't tough when you went in, you sure as hell were when you came out. He said the first night he was there he was raped, that is fucked in the ass by five or six guys. They did it just to break him in, they said. After that, whenever a new kid showed up, Dicky was one of the first to give him a cornholing. But that's beside the point.
"Dicky was good to me. He always saw that I had a little dough. He used to go out and roll drunks or knock over a queer for a few bucks and he always shared it with me. I was his girl and it was strictly hands off for anyone else. Most of the guys had their own girls, but I was the youngest in the bunch. Hell, I didn't even have hair on my pussy yet. But this was good, in a way. Dicky said it made me a lot better to eat that way without the hairs getting in his mouth. I mean, he was some cat. Not only did he eat it, but we had sex the regular way almost every day. When I started to have my period, he showed me how to suck his cock or jack him off.
"Sometimes, though, he pissed me off. He'd see some new chick and decide to get a little extra on the side. It didn't make any difference to him if the chick happened to belong to one of the other guys. Dicky was so damn tough that they didn't question when he wanted something. I saw the little bastard stick a shiv in one of the kids one night just because the kid wanted to go home early.
"So, I figured if Dicky could play that way, I could, too. I got myself a switchblade and passed the word around that if I caught or even heard of any broad in the gang screwing or blowing Dicky I'd slice up her pussy into hamburger meat. Of course, the word got back to Dicky, and he laughed like hell. There was a little dago cunt that Dicky had put the prong to a few times and I hated her for it. I thought I'd fix her ass so she'd learn a good lesson to keep her goddamn greasy mitts off my guy.
"I got my chance a lot quicker than I figured. I had the rag on and Dicky didn't want me to blow him because he was in the mood for fucking. I told him to go ahead anyway, but he whacked me a couple of good ones across the face and told me he'd be the one to decide what he wanted to do. He took off then. I followed him, knowing he was on his way over to see this little dago bitch.
"When I got to the place we used as a hang-out, there was a real gang-bang on. Dicky had the dago's tit in his mouth and there some little blonde pig going down on him, and the dago was getting licked by a guy by the name of Ted something-or-other. I stood there and watched for a minute, then suddenly exploded. I pulled out my shiv and went after Dicky. I wanted to grab his cock and cut the fucking thing off. And that dago--I was really going to carve her cunt right out of her miserable carcass!
"I took a swipe at the girl and cut her across the gut. Two of the guys grabbed me before I could do any more damage. It was then that I learned my master was Dicky. He walked up to me real calm like while the two guys held me and hit me smack in the face with his fist. Then he let fly a couple of good ones to my gut. After that I only remember the blows coming down on me like rain and by the time he got through I was on the floor wondering what the hell kind of buzz saw I had walked into. I hadn't cut the dago very bad and the guys told her to lay down on the couch. When she had spread her legs, Dicky told me to go over and eat her pussy. I hesitated a little and the two guys dragged me over to the couch and made me kneel beside it, then pushed my face down into the bitch's hairy cunt. Oh, but they weren't through yet. Dicky told this kid we called Crip because he was a cripple, to come over and fuck me in the ass while I ate the gal. Crip was about as ugly as they come and I hated to have him even touch me. I'd never been fucked in the ass before and this creep didn't bother to grease me up or even spit on his prick. He just drove it in. I was afraid to yell because they would have laughed at me. Crip came twice in my ass, then Dicky came over and fucked me, too. And Dicky was even worse than Crip.
"They were all keeping an eye on me to make sure I was licking the dago's pussy properly, and after she came, Dicky motioned for one of the other guys to come over and get sucked off. Dicky made me lay down on my back and had this kid get on top of me and fuck me in the mouth. There was no blowing about it-this cat was driving his prick into my mouth like he was fucking a cow or something. I mean, he really jammed it down into me until I thought I was going to choke. And all the while Dicky just stood there with that grim look on his face and saying he was going to teach me a lesson.
"Even today, I remember every detail about that session, and one of the things I remember most clearly is the way the little slut came alive when I stuck my tongue in her cunt. I had always liked my snatch licked and often wondered how it would be doing it to someone else. Well, now I knew. You know, it really wasn't bad. Except that the girl was Margo, the little shit; I didn't want to give her any kicks but T had no choice. After that night, Margo became Dicky's girl, and I was thrown in the 'cunt pool' as we called it. That is, I was one of the unattached ones.
"But one thing came out of that mess and that was my determination to get Margo to lick my pussy. I put on a good act. I told her all was forgiven, that I wanted to be friends with her, and that she had really turned me on. Every time I was near her, I told her, little shivers ran up my spine. Man, I was as good a bull-shitter as the next broad. I didn't know if she ate it up or not. She was a hard little shit to figure out.
"I had my chance to find out sooner than I thought. The boys were out on a rumble one night and I got to her. She was supposed to be a pushover because she was putting up with Dicky's shit just like I had. He was still fucking everybody else, but he insisted no one could touch his precious Margo. I think she must have been hotter than usual that night when I got her. I gave her a little line of bullshit first, then just reached over and grabbed her by the tits and kissed her on the mouth. I kept begging her to let me suck her off before the others got back and she finally got so hot that she couldn't say no. By the time I'd got my tongue inside her cunt, and worked her asshole with my finger, she was out of her mind. I just switched around so we could suck each other's cunts, and she was wild to make me come. In fact, we came together, and when the other girls got there we were still at it. They were a bunch of mice, and didn't say a word. I found out later that two of them were already lesbians but they hadn't let the guys know it.
"That gave me an idea. With just us girls there and getting our kicks all by ourselves, I wondered what the hell we needed the guys for. I decided to form a club. The girls were all for it-there were five others besides Margo-and we made plans right away about what we'd do. I had run across a kid a while back that they called Stick. He got the name because his prick looked like a big, knobby stick. He was a tall, skinny kid and when he stood up with his hard-on standing out in front of him, it looked almost like a stick . . . real long and skinny, just like his body. Stick had started his own outfit and I knew they didn't have any chicks in it yet. Being an all-girl outfit was all right but we figured we'd better have some guys around after all. At least Stick and his cats wouldn't beat the shit out of us like Dicky did. And anyway, Stick had a pretty good shoplifting racket going, and the girls were always better at that than the guys so we figured we could help him a little.
"The night we got together was a sex brawl like you've never dreamed of in your wildest dreams. I was fucked by all five of the guys in the gang, sucked by three of the girls and took it up the ass from one of the guys who wanted seconds. From that night on, as far as leadership went, I ran the girls and Stick led the guys.
"A couple weeks later, three of us girls got caught and I got my ass sent to this juvenile home I was telling you about. I was only there a day or so before I showed them who was boss. That was a ball, because most of the chicks there were lezzies. And the matrons . . . man, that must have been one of the requirements for the job. The girls who weren't lezzies were hooked on dope, and we could get anything we wanted by letting the matrons have some of our goodies. They had men guards there, too, and that made it twice as easy to get things. If I felt like I needed a prick, I had one inside of ten minutes. Most of the time, though, I went for the chicks. I've always liked my cunt licked, especially by girls. They seem to do it different than the guys-better. And blow jobs! Man, I must have sucked every cock in the place. A guy would come past my cell and I'd say something like, 'Hey, big man, how about tootin' your whistle a little?' and they'd sidle up to the bars and stick their cocks through and I'd grab it from the inside. They'd just stand there real innocent like and I'd suck the juice out of them from the inside. Most of the girls did it that way. It was a whole lot easier than having to open the door and get fucked. One time I tried backing up to the bars but it didn't work out too good.
"When I got out, I thought I'd go right back to running my half of the gang, but it had been busted. The fuzz got some of the members and Dicky and his guys had chased our guys into hiding. But the big surprise was when Margo met me with one of her brothers. He just stood there and looked me up and down, then nodded, saying, 'Might be able to get a double sawbuck for her.' I guessed he was talking about prostitution, and I was right. Margo was heading an ass-selling deal for her brothers and I decided to join up. We worked out of a cheap flea-bag, but we were pretty classy. The girls in the group specialized in gang-bangs-where three or four of us girls would meet with five or six guys and do whatever they wanted. We'd watch the papers for conventions and then see if we could make a contact, but most of the time Margo's brothers, Gino and Duke, would do the contact work. These things usually took place in some guy's hotel room, but we worked some of the big homes, too. You'd be surprised what some of these so-called ritzy people do for kicks.
"Most of the time when we went to a private home, the guy who owned it would be home alone. Maybe he'd have three or four of his men friends over. iMaybe the guy's wife was out of town or something. That's the way it was most of the time -except once. That's when this cat brought his wife in to see us work. The goddamn broad got so fuckin' hot she wanted in on it. Her old man got madder than hell at her but after while he let one of us blow her. She wanted a cock in her so bad she almost cried begging for it, but he held out and when we left she was on her knees sucking away at his cock like she was going to eat the damn thing right off of him. Maybe that's why he brought her in to see. Hell, I don't know.
"We girls kept a fourth of what Gino and Duke took in, but of course we had no way of knowing just what price they got. I think we got fucked in more ways than one. But, even if they were cloutin' us, we made out pretty good. A lot of my dough went for clothes. I shared an apartment with three other ass-peddlers. We never had guys up to the place, but between us we used to have some of the best sex parties. You'd think we'd have got enough outside but sometimes one of us would get hot and start on one of the others and the first thing you know we'd have a carrousel going. Hell, once you've eaten your first pussy, the rest don't bother you.
"No, I wouldn't call myself a lesbian. I like guys and the nice, hard pricks they can stick in me. If I like a guy, I don't charge him. In fact, I don't even let him know I peddle my ass for dough. But women are more fun. They're more gentle than men. They know how to caress you and they work on you like they really care for you. They know how to handle a tit and just where to make you feel good in your pussy. I've never been with a man who I thought really felt anything for me, but I've had a lot of chicks go down on me and they really seemed to care about whether or not I came good. Besides, I've had a lot of men beat and burn me-and also cut and whip me-but I've never known a broad who wanted to do that to me.
"I've been in some pretty far-out scenes and I guess I may as well tell you about them.
"I was at this one bash one time with four girls from our outfit and five or six from someplace else. There were quite a few guys there, maybe twenty or more. This was one of those affairs at a private home so it was a pretty wild thing. Loud music, a lot of screaming and yelling, and everybody naked. In fact, everybody was naked right after they hit the front door because they had a guy standing there telling everybody to take the rags off. He acted just like a butler, you know, very polite and never smiling. He was naked, too, but it didn't seem to bother him. He'd probably been through this bit before.
"Anyway, the party went on just about like a lot of the others I'd been to. Guys grabbing asses and tits, then the stag movie scene, and then the guys and the chicks getting paired off. There was one room filled completely with mattresses so as soon as you stepped in you were walking on a mattress. The living room had about four couches and there was another smaller room off to one side with two more couches in it. I don't know who the hell owned this pad, but whoever he was, he was sure in the chips. Big old place, like in the movies, with the high ceilings and the big winding stairway-the works.
"Right after the guy showed a couple stag films, which, by the way, were pretty corny compared to what we did, he got out in the middle of the floor and told everybody to gather around him. He said he was going to have a contest. He said the girl who could satisfy the most men at one time would get an extra bill. Well, I figured I could handle five. I had done it once before. One guy sticks it in your ass, the other in your pussy. When you get both these cats settled in you real good, you take one more prick in the mouth and then jack off one with each hand. That takes care of five. The only thing about this was that the other girls knew about it, too. I had to figure out something different. So, while the first chick is out in the middle of the floor doing exactly what I just told you, I'm wrackin' my brain trying to figure out where I can stick another cock. You know, you just have so many holes in your body and so many hands so where the hell are you going to put an extra cock or two?
"I hit on it just about the time the last girl got off the floor. She had worked in the sixth guy by having him crawl onto her chest and stick his dick between her tits. So far, she had the loot sewed up -unless I could come up with something different. And I did, believe me. I got everybody in position, which took quite a while because you have to take the dicks into you one at a time and get everybody in place so they don't start falling all over the place. I got on my back on top of this guy and had him stick his prick in my ass, then got the second one in my pussy. The one in my mouth I had to save for last because I had to tell the others what to do. I got the cat in place between my tits. I motioned for two more to come up so I could take hold of their dicks. Then I surprised everybody by asking for two more. I got them to sort of lay beside my arms and I put their dicks in my arm pits. A roar went up from the group watching, but I wasn't through yet. The idea of the thing was to make every one of them come. I started to work on them. Man, it was crowded. The guy with his prick in my mouth had to have his ass practically in the guy's face behind him-the one who was fucking me between the tits. The two guys in my armpits could just barely make it because the guy underneath me had his shoulders in the way. But we made it. As I jacked the two guys off, I moved my arms enough on the cocks under my arms. In order to really pump the guys with my hand I had to reach across the two under my arms. Let me tell you, it wasn't easy. There were legs and knees all over the place. We were just one big mass of grunting flesh.
"But I got my C-note that night because I popped every one of those cats. Not all at once, of course. That would have been almost impossible to do. After that, they called me the Coffee Grinder because of the guys that had fucked under the arms. In fact, one of the guys, who had missed out earlier, had me do him that way just for the hell of it That was the most I ever took on at one time and, as far as I know, my record still stands. I wouldn't have thought it was possible if I hadn't done it myself.
"I got called in on a real weird deal another time. It was a solo job and Gino had told me the guy would pay a hundred bucks for just a few hours. Hell, man, that's pretty good dough, so I snapped at the chance. Gino said I could keep the whole bit because he said the guy might want something a little unusual. Well, that didn't scare me any. I had been through about every weird thing there was anyway. I even had a guy crap on my chest one time, just because he got his kicks that way. That was another one of those with a little extra dough on the side. If we ever ran into those, Gino and Duke told us it was all ours, so we sort of encouraged the cats to ask for the extras. A lot of times the so-called extras were things we'd do anyway so if we got a little extra loot, it was like dough from heaven. I remember one old guy quite a while back. He was so damn nervous I thought he'd run out of the room when I came near him. I worked on him a little and got him to relax and pretty soon he's got a pretty good hard-on. I let him fuck me a little the regular way. Suddenly, he pushed himself off and asked, real sheepish-like, if I did anything else. I had a pretty good idea what he wanted. He was either going to go down on me or he wanted me to blow him. Well, we hemmed and hawed around for a while and then I saw we weren't getting anywhere so I asked him to tell me right out what he wanted. You know, the poor boob only wanted a blow job! He said he would pay good if I would just put it in my mouth for a little while. Of course, I played it to the hilt, telling him I didn't know if I wanted to do anything like that, and that if I did it would cost extra. Well, by this time, he was so hot I think he would have signed over his will to me just to have me suck him off a little. I wound up giving him a pretty good blow but, you know, I got a hundred bucks for those few minutes. A hundred fuckin' bucks! Imagine.
"Anyway, I was telling you about weird scenes, wasn't I? Where was I? Oh, yes, I went to this guy's house, a big mansion down near the beach, and he let me in. I couldn't tell if there was anyone else there or not, but it didn't matter. He got right down to cases, too, the old fart. Asked me to take my clothes off right there in his lighted living room. He had on a bathrobe and as soon as I started to strip, he let it fall off and stood there waiting for me completely naked. I looked down to see how big a dick he had and I was surprised as hell when I saw it was soft. I mean, nothing.
"He kind of laughed and told me not to worry about that, that he could take care of me when the time came. He led me into a huge bedroom on the second floor. You can imagine what kind of scene that made, both of us walking up the stairs balls-ass naked. Great. The bed was one of the those big jobs with the canopy over the top. He had already turned the blankets down. He told me to get on the bed on my back. I did. He told me not to worry if he did anything peculiar, that he wouldn't hurt me. Then he got some straps from the night stand and told me to give him my wrist. Like a dummy, I held my hand out to him. He put the strap around my wrist, then fastened the other end to the bed. He did the same thing with the other hand. Well, now I was beginning to have my doubts. It's all right when you're free, but when you suddenly find your hands tied down, you get that trapped feeling. But he wasn't giving me any time to think about what he was doing. While I was wondering what the hell the tied-down bit was for, he was fastening my ankles the same wav he had done my hands. I felt completely helpless, spread-eagled on a strange bed without a stitch of clothes on.
" 'Hey, what the hell gives?' I managed to ask finally.
" 'Don't worry, my dear,' he said, real soft like. 'I'm not going to hurt you. Please don't worry.'
"Well, I was worrying. No bullshit about that. The way he talked scared me. Like something you might hear in one of those corny old-time movies with the mad professor.
"I tugged at those straps but the old boy knew what he was doing. I was tied down tight. He looked at me kind of pitiful and told me not to worry about a thing. Then he disappeared.
"Well, I thought, you finally got yourself in the shit house real good, didn't you? Tied down in some weirdo's pad and that goddamn voice purring all over the place. The guy had to be a psycho. I was sure of that. Jesus, I might even wind up with my throat cut or strangled or something like that. But I didn't have time to think too much about that either, because the old boy was back now. Yeah, he was back, all right, and he had a friend with him. The friend was a huge German Shepherd dog!
"Balls! Now what?
"Then that soft voice started up again, sort of hypnotizing me. I just lay there and watched. I was too damn confused to say anything. And if I did, I figured it might make this nut mad and I sure didn't want to do that. He came over to the head of the bed and looked down at me.
" 'Can I count on you to remain quiet?' he asked.
"I didn't know what to say. I had been around and there wasn't much that shocked or scared me, but this old cat had me shook up. The fact that I was tied down had a lot to do with it, of course. 'That depends on what you plan to do,' I said.
" 'It will all be very pleasant, I can assure you,' he said. 'But I must be sure there is no outcry from you, so I must put this on you.' With that he came up with a cloth and tied it around my mouth. Man, now I really was in the crapper!
"He got that big mutt up on the bed and between my legs. He put his finger in my snatch, and rolled it around a little, then pulled it out and held it up to the dog's nose. As soon as the dog smelled that pussy juice, his ears perked up and he came toward me, sniffing. When his cold nose touched me, I jerked. Again that calm, soothing voice told me to relax, that all that was going to happen was, the dog was going to lick me.
"And he did.
"Jesus Christ! That mutt must have been starved for it. And you know something else? That son-of-a-bitch made me come about five times before the guy decided he'd had enough. I thought for sure he was going to let the dog screw me, but as soon as he pulled him off, he took him out. When he came back, he was smiling real happy-like and I thought maybe he'd flipped his wig while he was out. I guess he saw the strange look in my eyes because he said, 'You can relax now, my dear. That's all there is to it. I'll let you up now.'
"And then he untied me and told me I could go downstairs and get dressed. Well, I thought, if he ain't the kooky one. He made no move to get a piece of ass for himself nor did he ever get a hard-on. Like I said, the world is full of weirdoes. To this day I don't know what the hell kicks the guy could get out of watching his mutt lick my pussy. Strange."
We can readily see that our subject has, indeed, run the gamut of sexual adventures. Exhibitionism, voyeurism, lesbianism, fellatio, cunnilingus, anal intercourse, masturbation, involvement with narcotics, plus theft, assault, and myriad other immoralities. She is not an isolated case by any means. Her conduct is reflected in all levels of our society. Although there is something in what she says about adults behaving in somewhat the same manner, the adults at least were able to restrain themselves to some degree and, if they participated in some of the sexual acts Peggy describes, there still remained a certain amount of secrecy about it.
From all appearances, the modern swinger has tasted of sexual freedom and is unable to cope with it. They seem to want to experiment with an entirely new social set of ethics, discarding old values and searching for new. Excesses often go hand in hand with experiments in conduct, and the sex-in-group-form idea may be viewed as both an experiment and an excess.
It is not so much what is going on that disturbs the psychiatrists and psychologists, but how blatantly open the new generation is about their sex adventures. There appears to be a mad rush to grasp every sexual experience available, with no thought for tomorrow.
Shortly after our interview with Peggy, she was picked up by the police for possession of narcotics and prostitution. This did not disturb her. She knows she must spend at least two years in a women's prison. However, she plans to utilize this time in devising more fool-proof methods of illegal conduct for the time when she is released. Instead of trying to rehabilitate herself, she plans to further educate herself in the ways of crime.
But, in a sense, we cannot blame her, for crime and the hippie way of life is all she knows. She has never been taught any differently.
CHAPTER FIVE
The present racial unrest has added some fuel to the sexual fires that are raging throughout the world today, but they are especially prevalent in the United States. The racial situation and economic deprivations have combined to create a certain cohesiveness between Negro groups and also among the whites. As youths, they have no say in how the government is run. Therefore, their only participation in attempting to right whatever wrongs they feel are being done must, to their way of thinking, involve violence between the two groups. And, in cases where one group cannot or does not wish to risk open combat with the males of the other faction, there is but one avenue of retaliation open-sex. White gangs enter colored areas and rape black girls; Negro boys accost white girls and rape them.
The basic objective here is not merely sex, but often a form of punishment. Violence may take place between individual males, but sex also plays an important role in the clashes between the two groups. The idea of forcible rape does not occur as readily between white boys and white girls or Negro boys and Negro girls. Therefore, it must be viewed as a form of degradation, a form of "getting even." There are probably relatively few genuine love affairs between the races, although considerable sexual contact takes place. And very often we must view this as a form of seeking something different, a novelty, rather than a genuine feeling of love between the participants. In a sort of backlash of overdoing the preaching of brotherhood, members of both races sometimes "go overboard" in their efforts to be tolerant of each other and associate with members of the opposite race even though the feeling cannot be classed as one of any depth.
There are other reasons, too, why members of minority groups insist on entering a society other than their own. Generally, the feeling is one of "stepping up," of being accepted by the group on the next higher rung of the social ladder. There is a lack of normal outlets for youths in depressed areas so they must seek thrills and pleasures elsewhere. Then there is the general resentment of authority by youths of all races, regardless of their background or circumstances.
For our study, we selected a young Negro, Walter T., age 22. He is a militant black. Hate has been imbedded in him. Although he does not state it outright, Walter hints that he was one of the leaders who traveled from city to city, creating unrest and instigating riots. He has not taken on the hippie appearance, preferring, he said, "to stay clean. We've got enough troubles already without trying to stick out even more."
He was more than anxious to talk to us. In fact, he told us he tried to get on numerous radio and television shows so that he could "tell it like it is." He is intelligent enough to acquire followers quickly, from the Negro ranks as well as the white.
"You have to be black, baby, to really feel it. Oh, you may understand it, but that isn't feeling it. Well, maybe the best place to start is with my first gang-bang. I was about seventeen, and I hung around with a bunch that was pretty wild. Nothing big time, just wild. There were a few pot-heads in our group, but that's something I tried to stay away from. I didn't feel dope would do me any good. Besides, I can get turned on by a thousand other things. We had our broads, but if a guy went for a chick, and was getting his steady fucking, the rest of us not only laid off her, but we made damn sure she didn't fuck around with any other cats. About the worst thing one of our chicks can do is get her ass from a white man.
"One of the chicks in our outfit was little Linda. Cute. She'd been shackin' here and there but mostly she went with one of the cats in our group. That is, when he wanted her around, which wasn't too often because she thought she shit ice cream. I guess she figured because she wasn't real black like the rest of us that she was something special. She was what people call a 'high yellow,' which didn't make a shit to us. One time when her boyfriend, a cat by the name of Cecil, wanted her around, that's just what she wasn't-around.
"The little bitch had disappeared. We got to checking around and her sister told us she had taken up with some white cat. That did it. We decided to teach her a lesson.
"Cecil called her at work and told her he wanted to see her that night, and that she'd better be where he said. She was, and so were we. We took her over to a private club that we used for a meeting place on the nights when the grownup guys didn't use it. There were about twelve of us, I think, and she was the only split-tail there. I think she knew what she was there for, because she didn't say a word. She just looked at us, about half scared and half defiant, if you know what I mean.
"Cecil told her that she was getting too big for her britches and that she was to take off her clothes. She just looked at him kind of peculiar, then spit in his face. 'If you want me naked, you black-assed bastard, then you'll have to tear my clothes off,' she said. Well now, baby, we thought, that's just what we'll have to do, but before we could grab her, Cecil had snatched the front of her dress and tore the fuckin' thing completely off her, brassiere too.
"For a minute, that sort of stopped us. One minute this split is looking us straight in the eye and completely dressed, and the next she's completely naked. I have to admit that she was a whole lot of good-looking twitch, nice set of tits, slim hips, a nice spot where her thighs met her body, and that pretty-lipped thing that showed through her thin hairs. Yeah, Cecil had even stripped her drawers off her with that one grab. But the little cunt had guts, I had to admit that, too. She didn't even flinch or beg.
" 'We heard you run out of black cock, baby,' Cecil said. 'Or do you like that white stuff better? Well, we gonna convert you back, little chick-doll. We figure you maybe forgot how good a black prick is so we gonna kinda refresh your memory. But we don't want you to miss nuthin' so we gonna let you have two at a time. How about if we start out with one in the snatch and one in the mouth? You get a whole lot better idea how good black prick is that way. You jus' lay down over there and be a good little chick or I'll think you're a piece of steak and start cuttin' you up. Be a shame if somethin' happened to that little fuzz-box now, wouldn't it?'
"This cat Cecil had one of those long switchblade knives and he whipped it out and let the blade snap out right under the little cunt's nose. Even tickled her a little with it. She knew he meant what he said, and she just walked over and laid down on the couch. Cecil motioned to the biggest guy in the gang, a big dumb stupe who weighed something like two hundred and ten pounds. We called him Stud for obvious reasons. He had a cock on him like a stallion-long, fat, and ugly. A real tool. Cecil told Stud to get on top of the chick and pour it to her. 'Really drive it in there, baby, and let her know you mean business.' He told me to get over her face and stick my prick in her mouth. Meantime, he stood with that switchblade poised right under her ear, and you can bet that she gobbled my rod while she shook her black ass real good for Stud.
"That was just the beginning. After that, we all took turns with her, two at a time. One of us would fuck her in the ass and the other would stick his prick in her mouth. We tried fucking her in the ass and the cunt at the same time but it was too damned uncomfortable.
"But you know, that little twitch never let out a whimper. She had two or three loads in her mouth and a couple up her pussy, but she never said one word. You can bet after that she was damn glad to stick with black meat. Of course, she only hung around about six months. Then she cut out and last we heard she was somewhere doing a bit as a go-go dancer and, I suppose, peddling her ass on the side.
"There were other things, too. Once we caught a cocksucker fooling around with the little brother of one of the guys in the gang, and we gave him one hell of a good banging-the whole gang of us. The only thing about that scene was that he liked it! Yeah, man, the more cock he could suck, the happier he was. When we found out we couldn't wear this fruit out by poking him in the mouth, we stuck him in the ass. He didn't seem to mind that, either, but he liked to have a dick to suck on while he was getting fucked that way. We were trying to cure him and all We were doing was giving him what he wanted. Some scene. Finally, we decided we'd fix him. We slapped him around some, and some of the guys started wondering out loud whether we should nut him or just cut him up a little. We really scared the shit out of him. All of this went on without really hurting him very bad, and then we let him go and told him to keep his ass out of our neighborhood.
"That was the unusual, though. The real gang-bangs-the ones I liked-were different. There wasn't anything mean about those. You know, we always had a bunch of white split-tails hanging around us. Some of them were show-offs, or were trying to spite their parents or boyfriends by going with black kids, but most of them were just plain hung-up on black boys. I don't know if it's true, but I guess all white girls-and a lot of white guys, too -think us blacks have bigger cocks than the white men do. Maybe so, because I've had a lot of white girls come back for more.
"On weekends, these white chicks would head for our hangout. We had a hot piano player there, and the owner wasn't fussy about how old you were. Besides, we all had phony draft cards and driver's licenses just in case the fuzz showed up, which they never did-not in that part of town on a weekend. When the joint would close, along about five in the morning, we'd head for the club-the one I told you about before. By that time, everybody would be about half-gassed, and sometimes high on pot, and the place would really swing.
"One of the guys had a Polaroid camera, and we used to take pictures. We'd get a lot of laughs out of voting for the best position or combination. Man, we dreamed up some that even those crazy Orientals never tried, I'll bet. And we had real games like this one: Two broads would lie down on the couch, both on their backs, one on top of the other.
Then a guy would get on top, and while the other, watched to make sure he didn't cheat, he'd move his cock into each cunt, alternating with every shove-first into the top pussy, then into the bottom one. The chick who finally got him to finish his come job in her got to pick anybody in the room. And that one, broad or guy, had to do whatever she told him to-suck her pussy, fuck her or let her suck him off.
"Another one that we used to pull was a come contest. Some of us guys who were working and had a little dough used to bet on it. We'd draw names out of a hat for the chicks, then we'd lay double bets. All the bets were put in a pool, and the guy that came first got half. It didn't matter much, because most of the dough would go to buy booze for the gang. But a lot of times the white chicks would bring booze that they swiped out of their homes just to show us they were all right.
"Of course, they had their games, too. We'd put one of them stripped naked on the couch with her legs spread and her hands stretched out over her head. Then we'd blindfold her, and one by one, each guy would go up, lick her cunt a little, then shove his cock inside her a few times but not enough to make him come. Then, she'd have to guess whose cock and tongue it had been. If she guessed right, the guy had to go down on her and give her a real pussy-licking until she came. These chicks were wild about having their pussies licked. A couple of them were two-way swingers and they liked to kiss the cunts as well as suck off the guys.
"Strangely enough, I met my wife at a gang-bang. Needless to say, that was my last gang-bang. I didn't know her when she showed up with this Leon cat. He was a sharp guy and he'd gotten her pretty loaded. She was only fourteen, I think, and she was still carrying her cherry as I found out later. The way I found out was that Leon said she didn't go for any futzing around so he brought her over to the club to show her how the other cats carried on. He thought maybe that would loosen her up a little, but it didn't. What it did was to scare hell out of her and she started to scream and get hysterical. I mean, you can't blame her. Here she was a virgin and all around her were naked bodies, sucking, fucking and everything going on. Jesus, man, some scene! Black and white.
"Well, right off I dug this chick and I was trying to figure out how I could cut Leon out and take her for myself. He kept insisting that she take her clothes off and she kept telling him she wouldn't. Finally, he got pissed off and grabbed at her dress and tore it down the front. That was enough to make me step in, and before you know it Leon and I are going at it like crazy. Now this Leon is a pretty tough dude and I think he's winning, but I can't give up or he'll tear the shit out of me. Just about the time I thought I'd had it, the chick shows up from somewhere and belts him over the head with a bottle. The bottle busted, but Leon is still on his feet. And still coming at me. About then, the chick picked up the jagged neck of the bottle and started jabbing it into Leon's face. That did it. He put his hands up to his face and I can still see the blood oozing through his fingers. Cut him up pretty bad.
"I got hold of the chick and pulled her away, off into a corner. She was holding her dress up in front of her so I got some pins from one of the other girls and helped her pin herself up. We started to laugh then, because Leon had got ahold of her brassiere, too, and had torn it off along with the dress, and whenever she held one part of the dress up, the other side would fall down and one of her beautiful boobies would pop out.
"She told me her name was Diane and wanted to know just what was going on in this awful place, as she put it. This awful place, I said to her, is the only place we got to go, and if she don't like it, then I'd take her home. Well, she studied that over a while and, I guess, figured being out on the street with me was a whole lot better than being with this bunch of naked cats. So we took off and I walked her home real nice and peaceful, just like in the movies, and the first thing I know Diane is on my mind most of the time.
"I started spending more and more time with her and a hell of a lot less with the gang. I like it that way. Maybe there's something to the square life after all, I think, and after almost a year I asked her to marry me.
"I don't know how the marriage will work out. Who knows what's going to happen anyway? May as well take what you can out of life while it's there. Like I said, Diane was a virgin that night she walked into that wild scene and she stayed that way until we got married. Don't ask me why I didn't try to get in her pants, I just didn't. Oh, I got my fucking, all right, but not from her. There was still plenty of spare time to go down to the joint for a fast piece of ass or a blow-job. Diane knew it, too, but she never said anything to me about it. She wanted to be a virgin when she got married and damned if she didn't make it. Oh, I tried a few times but she'd cool me so fast I was afraid she might run my ass off for good if I kept it up. Of course, now that we're married, everything goes. She sometimes asks me about some of the things she saw going on that night so I show her or tell her about it and we try it. She's learning fast.
And she likes what she's learning so I don't think we'll have any trouble. Not from a sex standpoint, at least.
"I'm playing it straight, too. I'm not going for any of that sex orgy stuff or mate-swapping. I had a taste of that, and it disgusts me to think about it now. I almost forgot about that one-it was a gang-bang any way you look at it.
"I've got an older brother who's married to a big fat slob of a broad and I guess he got a little tired of trying to find her pussy when he wanted his ass. He had been reading about these orgy clubs and he got a bunch of other clowns who were bored with their wives to try it out. You know, one of those wife-swapping deals. Jake-that's my brother-called me at work and said he wanted me to come over to a party they were having, and they'd have a girl for me. It so happened that one of the married cats was sick, so he told his wife to go alone, and Jake wanted me to take his place.
"This married broad had made passes at me for quite a while but I had never gotten around to fucking her because I just never seemed to find the time. Anyway, she was the one who had asked Jake to invite me. Cozy.
"The evening got off to a tame start. We started playing strip poker and had a few drinks. Then, when everybody was naked, they picked a guy's name out of a hat and he sat out. The rest played draw poker-three 'legs' to win the pot. That means whoever won the first three hands got to go on the couch with the guy who was the pot. If a guy won it, he could either take the guy or sell him to one of the women-not for money but for a suck or a fuck.
"You might know whose name was first-me. And who wins the damned three hands first but my fat sister-in-law. I didn't think she'd have the nerve, right there in front of my brother, but Jake was laughing like a stupid asshole when she walked over to the couch and began to play with my cock. Everybody else held up the game to watch, and even if she did weigh about 170 pounds and was sweating like a pig, she gave me a real workout. She sucked my cock until I'd come once and got another hard-on and then she wanted to sixty-nine.
"Well, that wasn't what I had in mind for a good time but I had to stick to the rules so I went down on her while she gobbled my dick some more. Man, how she loved to suck, running her tongue around the head of it and down in the little groove. Then she'd just touch the shaft lightly and run her tongue all the way down to my balls and take them in her mouth, too. Then she'd give me those long strokes with her tongue, licking the insides of my legs, my balls, and then back up to the head of it again. And when I came, she'd just wait for all of it to squirt into her mouth and roll it around a little before she swallowed it. For all her fat, she was no slouch when it came to sucking a cock. I mean, who needs fucking when you got someone who can suck like that?
"Then my name was in the pot again, and this chick that's on the hot for me wins. I told her to go to hell, that I wasn't providing any more fucking show for that bunch of dummies, but that didn't put her down. She just dragged me into the bedroom and before I knew it, she's trying to swallow my cock. I was pretty well drained out and I didn't know if I could get it up hard again like it was supposed to be. Besides, I was about half loaded, too. But she worked on me and finally got me hard and really gave me the works. I fucked her front and back and then to top it off, she sucked me off again.
"Of course I had fun there that night but I still think there's something shitty about a guy watching his wife suck off another guy or get fucked while he's watching. I mean, it's all right if you're not married to the cunt, but, man, I don't dig that wife-swapping bit."
Author: "Do you feel your marriage has suffered from your past experiences or do you feel you have gained something?"
Walter: "I really hadn't thought about it either way, but now that you mention it, maybe something like I've been through helps. At least I think I've got it all out of my system."
Author: "Are you able to be completely satisfied with one woman now?"
Walter: "Well, like I said, she's learning fast and she seems to go along with everything I want to do."
Author: "But have you missed some of the activities in which you engaged prior to your marriage?"
Walter: "I try not to think about it." '
Author: "Then you must miss it at times."
Walter: "Well, there's a certain thrill to getting involved with more than just one."
Author: "You just stated you were not interested in wife-swapping, yet I believe you would take part in group sex if the opportunity presented itself."
Walter: "Group sex is one thing, but trading wives for a night is something else."
Author: "You don't believe your wife would participate in these activities then? Even if you suggested it?"
Walter: "I-I don't really know. I've never thought about asking her. And I sure as hell don't intend to."
Author: "Would you go along with the idea if she suggested it?"
Walter: "Jesus, man, I don't know. I'd have to think about that one."
Author: "Would you participate in any of the orgies you described if you were certain your wife did not find out about them?"
Walter: "Ah . . . that's hard to say. So far I've played it straight. I-I .. . really don't know."
Author: "Is your old gang still together?"
Walter: "Yeah, most of them. They get a new cat once in a while, and maybe lose a couple. It's not such a tightly knit outfit like a club or anything. It's just a bunch of guys and chicks who know each other."
Author; "As far as you know, do they still engage in the same type of sexual activities as you described?"
Walter: "Why, man, they're going at it stronger than ever. Like I said, they get some new cats every so often and they have to break them in, don't they? And from what I hear, the white chicks are coming around even more than they were before."
Author: "Are you ever asked to participate?"
Walter: "Oh, hell yes. All the time. But so far I'm not buying any. I got all I can handle at home."
Walter's case is extremely unusual in that he married and, from all appearances, has settled down. However, he may at any time topple from his virtuous post and once again take part in group sex. His entire background has been one of lawlessness and participation in sexual activities in group form. It is difficult to believe that he will not return to his old habits in the future. He was hesitant in his replies to the questions regarding his plans for participation in these acts if the opportunity presented itself and if he could perform them without his wife's knowledge. He also seemed to be impressed by the fact that more white girls were joining in the affairs of the group and, with his racist attitude, it is highly conceivable that he might take part for no other reason than the degradation of the white girls. This would be more satisfying than the sex acts themselves.
Without any parental guidance whatsoever, Walter did just about as he pleased from early childhood. To a growing boy or girl, the adolescent years are equivalent to a passage through treacherous areas on the high seas. It is as if the teen-ager were in a cross current, with three or four waves rushing in on him from different directions. There are new pressures brought to bear on the adolescent from within and from without. Adolescents are curious, stimulated from within by a growing sex urge and by the process of maturing. From without, they are stimulated by the first dance, the first physical contact with the opposite sex. If the waves nudge him in the wrong direction in early childhood, the child more or less drifts with the tide and, in most cases, attaches himself to the most interesting aspects of life, which can be generalized into three basic categories: food, shelter and sex. And, although sex is but an emotion, it many times rules over both food and shelter.
CHAPTER SIX
Although the usual trend when it comes to homosexual activities among women (lesbianism) is to keep such activities more or less under cover, the increase in these activities has been so startling in recent years that more and more is being written about them. It appears that the "weaker sex" or "little woman" attitude prevails even when it concerns these immoral and illegal acts. Police are reluctant to arrest women engaged in unnatural acts and, even if they happen to get into court, judges have shown a strong desire to avoid prosecution.
Of course, arrests do not take place as often as with male homosexuals. Women are more discreet in their approaches to other women and their unnatural acts do not usually take place in such semi-public and public areas as washrooms, automobiles, parks, etc. Most of the homosexual activities involving women are carried on in private rooms or apartments. But that they do take place is a certainty-about, twice as often as homosexuality between males! These are the confirmed lesbians. It has been estimated that female homosexuality has taken place among 98 per cent of all women! In this, of course, we include everything from the mildest type of once-only activities beginning in early childhood to older women who have, for one reason or another, been brought into sexual contact with another woman more or less by accident and on only one occasion.
But sexual inversion is becoming an increasingly important problem. It is believed by some that women are becoming rapidly de-feminized as a result of their over-desire for emancipation, and that this "psychic masculinization" of modern women is causing them to become frigid. A few sexologists fear that this de-feminization trend may seriously affect the sexual happiness of modern women. They claim it will more than likely influence the susceptibility of many women to a homosexual way of thinking and living.
It is a woman's basic nature to be loved. The fight for independence is contrary to these needs. Woman unconsciously prefers to fulfill her maternal role and to be loved by a man. She is intended for reproduction through pregnancy and childbirth. But there are women on whom nature has played a cruel trick, and these are the neurotically masculine women, the domineering, overly aggressive types whose careers become the most important things in their lives, who manifest reactions of frigidity or orgasm-incapacity during sex relations with men, and who unconsciously deny the role of being women. They are in a sort of masculine-protest category, emotionally and sexually frustrated, and they prefer pseudo-masculinity to femininity.
Like all other sexual maladjustments, lesbianism can be traced to childhood. Some women who claim to be sexually unresponsive give a history of having been subjected to an unpleasant sexual experience in early life, which accounts for their aversion to normal sex. A girl may relate how at an early age she was fondled sexually by her uncle or some other associate. In some instances, a girl is seduced by her own brother, as we have seen earlier. Teen-age girls who have been pregnant and have had to undergo an abortion often develop an attitude of repulsion toward sex and long after marriage are unable to forget the psychological injury (psychic trauma) to their love life.
Men who expose themselves before little girls very often damage the normal development of the girl's sex life, for the child cannot perceive how such an immense appendage could possibly fit inside her. She immediately imagines great pain and thereby sets up a defense against all men. Mothers, too, sometimes unwittingly bring about a fear in their daughters by assailing the father for his "animalistic instincts" or by otherwise downgrading the love act. These early unfortunate influences tend to disillusion women regarding sexual matters.
In the past, women repressed their inner hatred of men and proceeded to marry because of the stigma society placed on the single woman or "old maid." However, since the so-called sexual revolution, women have allowed their inner feelings to take over and have expressed what they felt rather than what they were supposed to feel.
There is a theory that says that when two people are left alone in a room together, their thoughts instinctively touch on sex within minutes. In some cases, this leads to a positive action, while in others it is only a fleeting sensation.
It is readily understandable, then, that when groups of females or males are confined together, the idea of sex eventually enters their minds. This can be in jails, prisons, labor camps, girl or boy camps, various sports, or in our schools.
In the past, parents always believed that if they sent their daughter to a finishing school, she would be in the best of hands. The same could be said of all-male schools. Unfortunately, these beliefs have been shattered completely, for investigators have discovered rampant homosexuality in both boys' and girls' schools. And now, since the advent of group sex, the practice appears to increasing rapidly.
That the multiple-sex idea is an offshoot of the sexual revolution may be partly true, but in certain institutions the group sex activities have been going on for some time. Illicit sex is not confined to reform schools or correctional institutions or even to what are considered the lower-class girls' schools. Indeed, it has been brought cut, after years of bypassing because of their high standing, that the better schools are just as infected with homosexuality. Up until recently, the hallowed, ivy-covered girls' finishing schools have been cloaked in a pseudo-respectability and secrecy, and the heads of the institutions carefully hushed up any untoward scandals. This was especially true in matters relating to sex. It was simply unthinkable that girls of such lofty social standing would engage in anything so basic as sex. The main concern, of course, was to keep the girls away from amorous young men. What the parents didn't know was that the girls were finding other methods to exercise their sexual desires.
For our study, we selected a young lady whose family is highly respected, wealthy, and what is commonly referred to as a pillar of the community. Lil W. now 22. She had been "through the mill" as she describes it. And, once again, the ever-present influence of the mother is present in Lil's report. Here is what she had to say:
"I look back on my childhood as completely normal. I can't really put my finger on anything that happened then that might have made me turn out the way I did. Oh, we can always dig up something and enlarge on it for the blame but, in all honesty, I can't find a thing on which I can place any final blame.
"But I can blame my mother for sending me away to that high-class school. She knew what went on there. She had gone there herself, and I don't think things have changed that much in just one generation. We may have added some new techniques to what went on in the past, but the basics were all there before our class ever saw the place. Even some of the teachers were still there who had taught my mother's class. "Bulls" is what they were. We didn't refer to them as teachers, although they taught us a lot besides school subjects.
"So I can say my mother knew what sort of 'higher education' I'd get at school. There was an all-boys' school not too far away, but my mother warned me time and again not to have anything to do with the students there because it could only lead to trouble.
"Some of the girls apparently had been around quite a bit before they ever came to-. We no sooner got settled down when the dirty stories started flying. Some of them would mention 'lip service.' I didn't know what they were talking about, so I asked. Well, right there, they almost laughed me out of the dorm. 'Maybe you'd better show her,' one of the girls said to Margie, a tough-looking little blonde who looked completely out of place in this type of school."
Author: "May I ask how old you were when you first entered this school?"
Lil: "Oh, I forgot that. I was just out of junior high school. Fourteen. This finishing school was supposed to give me a better education than the local high school could provide. It did, too! In a lot of ways.
"Of course, it wasn't all new to me. Some of us kids in our neighborhood had played around a little but never did anything really serious. Maybe a little peek here or a grab. You know, like kids do. When the girls at school mentioned 'lip service,' it was a new term to me. I found out it was what they called cunnilingus-or, in plain language, going down on a woman, licking her sex organs.
"Incidentally, I find it difficult to explain these sex acts in technical terms because that's not the terminology we used in school. And it's sure not the way we talk about sex now."
Author: "You may express yourself in whatever terns you find more suitable. I find that the true meaning of what one is trying to say is often lost when the person is not allowed to speak freely. Please continue."
Lil: "Thank you. Well, the first thing I found out about sex was that girls did it to each other. I must have been some kind of target for some of the more up-to-date girls because the first week wasn't even over when one of these dykes made a pass at me. Of course, I didn't recognize it as such then, but I learned fast. When little Margie came over and sat on my bed after lights out and began telling me what a nice figure I had and how big my tits were, I thought she was just being friendly. Oh yeah! That little cunt wanted to blow me!
"I might add here that there were four girls to a room. Margie was one of my roommates. A big, husky girl from the Midwest, Jane, and a little dark-haired broad from Connecticut were in the room with us. The little one's name was Paula. She kept pretty much to herself and didn't seem to see or care what the rest of us did.
"Anyway, Margie sat on my bed and talked for quite a while, complimenting me on my figure, putting her hand on my leg, and just casually fooling around. That was about the third night. By the end of the week, she made her first real move. She kept telling me how nice my titties were and that she'd like to feel them. I giggled a little and told her to go ahead. But she didn't stop with just a feel. She wanted to play with them. She pulled one out of my p.j. top and took it in her mouth. I was a little shocked over this, but it felt so good, I just let her go ahead.
"She told me there were other things that girls could do to each other. That's when she told me about 'lip service.' Now this really fractured me. I couldn't believe it.
" 'You mean, a girl puts her mouth on .. . my . . . between my legs?' I asked.
"She laughed, then whispered. 'Sure, sweetheart. You put your tongue inside and lick it. It's really terrific'
" T don't think I'd like to do that,' I said. " 'You don't have to do it-I will.' " 'You mean you want to lick me down . . . there?'
"She didn't answer. She knew she had me. Had I told her to get the hell away from me right then, I'd never have gotten involved. The fact that I was curious was her signal that she could make me. That little bitch broke my cherry that night. She didn't do it with her tongue, of course. She said, after she had licked me for a while, that I'd have to have something done to me before we could have any real fun out of this. Then she stiffened her middle finger and started pushing it into me. It hurt. I told her so. She talked to me softly, telling me to relax, that everything would be over with in a little while. Then, with one quick lunge, she rammed her finger into my puss. I let out a yell. One of the other girls sat up in bed and asked what was doing on. Margie told her to shut up, that all she was doing was getting a cherry. The girl-Jane-only said 'Oh,' and lay back down.
"But it wasn't that easy for me. It hurt like hell down there and I could feel something running out of me. Margie told me to relax. She got a sanitary napkin and helped me put it on. She said I'd only bleed for a little while, and the pain would probably be gone by morning. After that, she said, we could have fun with 'some other things.'
"After that, we spent out nights in sex education -and the kind you don't read about in sex manuals, either. Margie showed me where my clitoris was and she worked on it gently until she made me have an orgasm. That surprised me. When she had licked me nothing like that had happened. I asked her about it.
" 'That means you're a full-fledged woman, baby,' she said.
"They planned a surprise party for me on Friday night, because when I came out of the shower that night, there were two naked bodies on Margie's bed -Margie and Jane-and they were kissing each other's breasts and playing with each other's pussy with their fingers. It was supposed to shock me, I guess, but it didn't. Actually, I was fascinated. I remembered how good I had felt when I had my first orgasm, and I wanted more."
Author: "Excuse me, but you mentioned only two girls. Was the other girl, Paula, I believe you said her name was, present?"
Lil: "Sure. She was sitting on her bed watching." Author: "Is that all? Just watching?" Lil: "Watching and finger-fucking herself. She had a kind of a blank look on her face and was just sitting there running her finger in and out of her cunt. She must have been a little younger than the rest of us because she didn't even have the first hair on her pussy. The rest of us did. And the rest of us all had nice titties, if I must say so myself. Poor Paula just didn't have any. Flat as hell. Mine were nice, like I said. I had pubic hair, too, real black, curly and silky."
Author: "What did you do when you saw the two girls on the bed?"
Lil: "Really, nothing for a few moments. I wanted to act real cool so I just stood there drying my hair. I guess my pussy looked pretty wide-open and fresh to those expert sex pots. But then little Paula got off the bed and came over to me and took my towel away. She pulled me down on her lap and pulled my head back on her breasts, while she dried my hair. With my naked ass close to her snatch, and her naked flesh lined up with mine in so many places, all the while watching the other two on the bed, it was easy for me to get hot.
"The pair on the bed were doing something that puzzled me-at that time, anyway. They were lying face to face, with their tits and pussies touching, and while they engaged in deep-tonguing kisses, they kept rubbing together-faster and harder as they got hotter and hotter. I found out later that some girls can actually come that way, but I never could. My clitoris doesn't stick out that much, or something. But they didn't try for a climax that way. When they were all hot and wet, Margie began kissing Janie's tits, while she manipulated her clitoris with her finger. Just as I thought that Janie was going to come, Margie moved down and spread the lips of Janie's pussy, and she began to lick it and play with her tits with one hand while with the other she was massaging her ass.
"I got so carried away watching those two that I hardly noticed that Paula's hand was on my tit. The towel was forgotten, and with one hand she was rubbing the lips of my pussy, and every once in a while, she would run her finger in and contact my clitoris. She was sticking her tongue into my ear, and finally I couldn't stand it any longer. I half-turned, and shoved my hand down to her pussy. It was all wet and juicy, and I ran my finger inside and found that little knob and worked on it. Meantime, I turned my lips to hers and opened my mouth, and she put her tongue inside my mouth, sucking and working it around. All the time she was massaging my nipples and working like crazy on that 'man in the boat' and the first thing I knew, she eased me down on the floor and spread my legs and began using her tongue and her fingers on my cunt. She would massage the clitoris with her tongue, while she shoved her fingers deeper inside me, until she hit another sensitive spot. I spread my legs and wrapped them around her shoulders, so my cunt opened wider to her kisses and her fingers. Then I came! Boy, did I come! It was like a shower of skyrockets and I felt like something had burst inside me. Nothing like that had happened when I had Margie do it to me. And all I wanted was for her to do it again and again-and let me go down and taste the sweetness of her pussy, and make her as ecstatically happy as she was making me.
"Paula kept on licking and fingering until I was wild with passion again. Then she did a reverse twist and ended up squatting over my face. I'll never forget that first time I looked up into that reddish-brown, wet, inviting cunt. I just couldn't wait to bury my face in it. I could almost see it throb with desire for my tongue. I grabbed Paula and pulled her down on my mouth, spreading the lips of her pussy with my fingers, sticking my tongue in and then my finger, trying so hard to find the joyful ways to make her come that she had found inside me."
Author: "You stated earlier that you were not a lesbian. It is a little difficult to believe you would find such eagerness and pleasure in performing a sexual act with another woman if this was true."
Lil. "Jesus, man, she had me so goddamned hot I couldn't control myself. All I know is that I had felt something I had never felt before and I wanted to do the same for her.
"Anyway, the other two stopped and were watching us. When I had made Paula come, Janie came over and laughed down at us. Well, at me, really, because she said, 'You're going to fit right in with the rest of us, baby.'
"I don't think I slept a wink that first night of our gang-bang. I made each of them come again, and each of them worked on me until I came. We didn't try anything fancy like a carrousel or a daisy chain that night, but we talked about it, and I was so wound up with excitement and anticipation-would you believe-I actually had to masturbate before I went to sleep!
"Of course I was sore as hell the next morning, but I was as happy as a lark. Some of the odor from the other girls' pussies was still on my mouth and just the smell of cunt thrilled me. And would you believe, I was careful when I washed not to wash it off! Honest! I felt I had found a place where I was liked and wanted, and that I belonged. That's important to a young girl, you know-to belong."
Author: "I'm quite aware that the feeling of belonging is very important, but I also believe that one does not have to engage in unnatural sexual pursuits to achieve this. There are more wholesome ways of belonging to a group."
Lil "You said 'unnatural.' I don't see where getting one's kicks is unnatural. We didn't look at it that way."
Author: "Any form of sexual activity between members of the same sex is looked on as unnatural.
The tact that these acts give pleasure to the participants does not make them normal by any stretch of the imagination. Our laws and our social standards have pretty well established this."
Lil: "Oh, bullshit! The laws are made up by a bunch of old farts whose fucking is only a memory. What the hell do they know about it? The same bullshit goes for the rules of society. The rules of society mean do anything you want, fuck the neighbor or the repairman, but don't get caught."
Author: "The fact remains that lesbianism is both immoral and illegal. If we do not adhere to any rules whatsoever, we have chaos. If you do not consider yourself a lesbian, would you say the other girls were?"
Lil: "They were all lesbians, of course. Later, I discovered that men were much more fun than women, in most ways. Oh, I still go to bed with a woman occasionally, but I much prefer men. The only way I really enjoy sex with a woman, these days, is when it's a real swinging party, with both men and women in the game. And, I'll admit, when it comes to having your pussy sucked real good, a woman will always be able to do a better job than a man. Maybe it's because she knows all the tiny little spots to hit-that gives that added something to a cunt-sucking job-because she's built that way herself."
Author: "While these lesbian activities were taking place, did you also date boys?"
Lil: "No, not until two years later. And when I did, I got out of the clique of the lesbians. It happened there at the school. We had some male workers there-the gardener and some men who worked in maintenance.
"This one old guy was crippled. He had a real bad leg, so about three nights a week, and always on Saturday, his son would come along to help him. The son was about nineteen and he was in college. He was a real hunk of man. and all the girls in school who weren't lezzies were dying to get a crack, at him. I outsmarted them all-I played up to his old man. Not sexually, but I got the old boy feeling sorry for me. I told him wild stories about me being an orphan and a bunch of bullshit like that, and he fell for it. He told his son what a nice, lonely little girl he'd found at the school, and the next thing, the son was being nice to me.
"Actually, -he was a real nice kid. I shouldn't have been like I was with him, I guess. Anyhow, he told me he was a psychology major and wanted to become a sociologist when he graduated. I told him that I was afraid of the girls I roomed with, because they used to make sexy passes at me, and even offered outright to 'go down on me.' I guess it shocked him at first, but it did what I wanted it to do-it got him all hot for me. The more I talked about the lezzies, the hotter he got, until one night I met him in the teachers' lounge. He had the key, of course, and he let me in.
"We no sooner got inside than he was all over me, kissing me and feeling my tits and my ass. He rubbed hard against me, and I could feel his stiff, wonderful rod through his pants. He kept kissing me and moaning, and finally I reached down and unzipped his pants and took his prick out. Ooh, it was a nice one-big and warm-and I began to stroke it and play with it. I was real anxious to have a boy do whatever they did, because some of the girls who had been fucked said it was the greatest. He almost tore my pants off, he was so hot and eager. When he shoved it into me, I was wet and ready, but it hurt a little. After he pushed a few hard strokes, I felt his warm, sticky come inside me. I begged him not to stop, and kissed him as hotly as I could, and he kept a good hard-on, and kept on pumping, only this time he was slower and more concerned with me and what I needed. I tried to keep his prick against my clitoris by adjusting my position, and it worked pretty well, because I came three or four times.
"He must have taken five minutes, that first time he made me come, and when he did, I yelled in delight. I really did. He had to smother my mouth with his. Then he began to kiss my breasts and stomach, working down and down, all the time, until I grabbed his hair with both of my hands and pushed his mouth down on my hot little pussy. When he made me come that way, it wasn't quite as good as with the girls, but he more than made up for it when he stuck his cock in me again-this time from the back. He shoved it in so deep in that position that I thought it would hit my tonsils on the way through me, and I came like I never dreamed was possible.
"I didn't know much about it, but I guess it came naturally because I just took his stiff prick in my hand and began to lick and suck it, taking it deeper into my mouth with each stroke. When he shot a stream into my mouth, his cock was so deep inside that I had trouble swallowing. I got a kick out of it. I drained him dry and left him moaning with pleasure.
"I thought I'd be a big heroine when I told the girls about my fuck-session, but they acted disgusted with me. For weeks they wouldn't let me into the bed games at all. I couldn't understand it, because Jane had often had Margie use a prod she had brought from home and she seemed to like it that way. I finally told them to go to hell, and I started getting fucked by Arty-that was the kid's name-about three times a week.
"Then I happened to run across Pat. She was a sexy looking little cat from upstate New York and we hit it off right away. I had become so used to what was going on that I didn't feel embarrassed about talking about it. I told Pat some of the things that took place in our room. She got quite excited and told me she was in a room with a bunch of squares, or 'Bible readin' bastards,' as she called them. 'They think a cock is something that crows,' she told me, 'and a piece of ass is a mule steak!' Then I told her about Arty and asked her if she'd ever tried a boy. She said she had, but hadn't liked it because the guy had hurt her. After that, she said, she'd rather suck a guy off than let him fuck her. 'At least you can't get pregnant by swallowing the stuff and, you know, I kind of like the taste of it. So sexy and evil,' she said.
"Well, the upshot was that she came along with me one night to meet Arty. Arty was a little embarrassed about fucking in front of somebody, but I convinced him it was the latest thing, that he'd be a real swinger if he did it. You see, he was a little naive, too. Anyway, we got to work and he poured it to me twice before he wanted to rest. We were on a couch in the lounge and Pat was sitting in a chair a few feet away. When Arty got off, I just lay there resting for a few minutes. But not for long. Pat crawled over to the edge of the couch and got between my legs. She didn't waste any time going down on me. There was a lot of come starting to run out of me and I thought sure she'd change her mind when she saw it. But no, that's what she wanted! 'Come on, baby,' she said, T want to lick it all out of you. I like it... I like it,' and she slurped away, sticking her tongue deep inside me and licking all around my pussy, in the hair and along the insides of my legs. She was really hungry for his come, licking and gobbling, then stopping to taste it.
"After that, she insisted on coming along every time I met Arty, but she got to be a pain in the ass, too. There were some things he and I wanted to do besides just fuck and she was getting in my way. I told her to cool it, so we made a deal-every time I was with Arty, I had to promise her I'd come directly to her after it was over so she could clean me out. I mean, that crazy kid was really wild about eating jazz.
"But, like all good things, the fuck-sessions with Arty had to come to an end-we got caught! It seems one of the bulls had been snooping around one night and saw us come out of the lounge. She followed me and saw that I went to Pat's room, then both of us come out and go back to the lounge. This old broad saw everything. She didn't try to stop us-she just wanted to watch!
"So, anyway, the next day I got a call to go to her office. Naturally, I had no way of knowing what she wanted me for so I wasn't in the least concerned when I went in. She had some records on her desk and was pawing through them when I sat down in front of the desk. She was a cold-faced, mannish-looking dame, but with a pretty good shape.
"She looked up from her papers and came right out with it, told me what she had seen the night before, and that it could be a very serious thing if it ever came out. I told her to go ahead and tell my folks and expel me, that I didn't give a damn anyway. She surprised me by smiling warmly and coming over to where I sat. She took my hand and said, 'Yes, I'm afraid it is my business to do just that... unless.' She let that hang there for a few moments as I thought it over. I was beginning to get the idea fast, but I still wasn't sure. 'When a girl comes here, we like to look out for her, just as one woman should look out for another. Men don't have the ability to love a woman the way another woman does, if you know what I mean.'
"I knew what the old bitch had in mind. I could see her kind of quiver when she touched me, and saliva formed at the corners of her mouth. I thought it wouldn't do any harm to have a good friend in one of the top positions at the school, so I went along. I just stood up, slid her hand to my breast and hugged her close. She took in such a big gasp of air I thought she might choke. I rubbed myself against her and then crushed my lips to hers, running my tongue in her mouth at the same time. I guess she wasn't used to anyone being that brave, and she was a pushover. I had my hands up under her dress and was rubbing her pussy with my fingers before she knew what hit her, and she began to get wet and hot in a minute.
"Then I pushed her away and laughed. 'I think you and I will get along just fine,' I said. She straightened her dress and went back to her desk, smiling like a hyena.
" 'All right, dear,' she practically yodeled, checking through her papers and looking perfectly ridiculous doing it because her hands were shaking so much, 'tell me where you'd like to room. Would you prefer to be in with some of the, ah, more experienced girls, or would you like to-shall we say-do a little recruiting?'
"I had learned to be pretty aggressive in the sex game, and I chose to be put in a room with some straight virgins-at least they weren't broken in as lezzies yet. As I left, the old bull gave me her best smile and said, 'If you need anything, please don't be afraid to ask.'
"Yeah, I thought, you old son-of-a-bitch, you've been here a long time and you probably even lapped my old lady's pussy. As it turned out, she saved my ass many times, and she was pretty good in the hay, too. I didn't make out with the chicks I roomed with for the first three weeks, and I got pretty hot a couple of times, so I paid a few visits to the bull. The faculty lived in one large building, and after the first time the old girl and I had sex, she asked me if I'd mind two or three other teachers at the next session. You might say that was a real bull session, if you'll pardon the pun. By then, I'd really begun to miss the snatch parties, and I welcomed the idea. From there on, about once a week, she and I and three other bulls used to go at it. Naturally, I never had to worry about my grades, and I also had a lot of free time away from school.
"So, that's my story. The whole sex picture never changed much during the four years I was at
-. It hasn't changed much since, either. I take my kicks where I can find them, whether it's with a man or a woman-or a whole group of either. It really doesn't matter to me."
Despite Lil's love of sex orgies and her promiscuity with both sexes, she is a classic man-hater, and furthermore, an extreme bi-sexual nymphomaniac. She is obviously never satisfied with sex, from whatever source, and she probably never will be. She cares little for the gratification of her sex partner, and she cannot find fulfillment for herself.
It is not too uncommon to encounter women who are frigid and who classify as the nymphomaniac type. These women find sexual relations extremely pleasurable and show evidence of being very passionate and responsive, but they never seem to achieve complete satisfaction, as witness Lil's first encounter with her roommates in which she had numerous orgasms and yet had to masturbate upon going to bed.
Nymphomania actually denotes an excessive craving for sexual relations in women whose sexual appetite is never adequately gratified. It is a craving for sex for its own sake.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It is readily agreed that every sexual maladjustment comes about through some experience or event that has occurred in an individual's childhood. This we know, and we place the blame on the parents in almost all cases. However, some tolerance should be allowed the much-maligned parents, for their sex education was, in all probability, achieved through a rather hit or miss method simply because their parents were even less informed than they. With each succeeding generation, more and more is being learned, so we can assume that at some date in the future, man will know everything there is to know about sex. An ideal situation, but, unfortunately, an almost impossible task, for human desires are in a constant state of change. Who could have predicted, a few short years ago, that our people would so openly engage in the sexual practices so prevalent today?
We can, however, still place our ringer on the most prevalent cause of abnormal sexual practices in our young. Unhappily, we must place most of the blame on Mother. She is with the child during the formative years. She is the dispenser of food, the changer of diapers, the bather-the one who physically handles the child. Understandably, the mothers shower their love on the object which they have produced inside their bodies, but the habit of kissing and babying and caressing a young son out of affection, even with no sexual intent, is harmful if carried on to too great an extent. This over-affection or "Momism" has led, in a preponderance of cases, to homosexuality.
Yet, the father is not entirely guiltless. Emotional conflicts can develop between father and son which turn the boy off his normal course of sexual life. Brutality, drunkenness, ill manners, slovenly appearance, lack of education-all these are contributing factors in turning an impressionable male child against his father. He begins at an early age to despise his father rather than look up to him. He does not want to be like his father-a man-but like his mother whom he loves and respects. Therefore, he takes on feminine mannerisms, imitating his mother, and tries to be near her as much as possible. This is a sort of "Momism" in which the father has driven the child from him and into the eagerly waiting arms of the mother. And we cannot blame the mother for trying to protect her child. However, the line should be drawn when it arrives at the point of over-protection.
Our study involves a young man of 23. He states that he has been a homosexual ever since he can remember, performing sexual acts with his playrpates as well as with his brother. He is a very emotional person who claims he was in constant conflict with his parents, particularly his father, during his early years. He had his first oral-genital contact at the age of eight. He states that he can remember his exact age at the time because the sex act occurred on his birthday. Jack is employed as a salesman in a department store, the only job he has had since graduating from high school. His brother, Frank, two years younger and his sex partner that first night, is married and, according to Jack, is completely normal.
"I don't know what got into me that night. Maybe it was because I had had a birthday party and was feeling especially good. My brother and I shared a bed upstairs and, up until my eighth birthday, we had never done anything sexually whatsoever."
Author: "What was the nature of this first sex experience?"
Jack: "Well, it all started out like a wrestling match. We usually goofed around some, you know, like kids do, but this time I had the strangest feeling that I wanted to get ahold of Frank's little peter. While we played around, I made it a point to get my hand on it a few times and the more I felt of it the more excited I got. Finally, we got tired of playing and settled down to go to sleep. I rolled up close to him and put my hand between his legs. Now, don't forget, he was only six so he didn't know what the hell was right or wrong. I took ahold of his little thing and played with it until it was hard. I kept asking him if it felt good and he'd tell me it did. I don't know where I got the idea that I wanted to suck on it, but it just happened automatically. I pulled his pajamas down and got down between his legs and took it in my mouth. I didn't know how to do it and I took his little balls and all in my mouth. It didn't feel at all like I thought it would. But I liked it. I knew that much about it. After I had sucked around on it for a while, he said he'd like to suck on me, too, but I didn't let him. Not that I was thinking of the evil of it, but I just had no desire to have him suck on me."
Author: "Did this practice continue after that first night?"
Jack: "It sure did. As we grew older, it got to be more fun-for both of us."
Author: "Does that mean that your brother took an active part?"
Jack: "Well, yes, but not the way you think . . . probably. I taught him to put his little pecker in ray ass. He seemed to like this quite a bit. Of course, I was still sucking on him, too. He never did go for that sort of thing himself. I never asked him why; he just said he didn't like it so I let it go at that. Besides, I wasn't overly anxious to have him do it to me anyway."
Author: "Can you recall any incidents between your parents which might have caused you to revert to homosexuality?"
Jack: "Not any one incident, but the atmosphere around home was such that my mother seemed to rule everything. She was the boss, I guess. It annoyed the shit out of me when she'd light into my dad and give him hell for little things. I always waited for him to kick the shit out of her, but he never did. Maybe that sounds terrible-wanting your mother to get beat up-but she had it coming, the way she pushed my dad around."
Author: "Did you practice masturbation when you were young?"
Jack: "Of course. I didn't always get my sex kicks from by brother. There were many times when I'd go into the bathroom and pump myself off. This happened a whole lot more after I got older."
Author: "Was there a reason for this?"
Jack: "Yes-my brother decided that what we were doing was wrong and wouldn't let me touch him anymore."
Author: "Were you able to continue your homosexual activities after you could no longer have your brother as a sex partner?"
Jack: "Oh, sure. But not right away. It took a little time to find the right kid to go down on. You know, kids fool around a lot but when it comes to sucking their cocks they seem to know it's not the right thing to do. I wasn't the biggest or toughest kid in the world so I had to be a little careful who I made up to. Some of the guys were quite outspoken about what they thought about queers."
Author: "You realized, then, that your practices were not entirely normal?"
Jack: "Of course. I knew that when I started fooling around with my brother. I knew if we got caught we'd get our asses tanned, but it was one thing we could do that gave us pleasure. There was very little else in our house that could be called pleasant.
"Anyway, you asked about other boys. Well, there was a kid in high school who fascinated me. Don't ask me why. It's like a boy taking a liking to a girl, I guess. This kid's name was Eric. He was one of those all-American-looking types. Blond, crew-cut and nice smooth skin. He wasn't exactly the athletic type, but a clean, healthy looking specimen. We went swimming one night down at the park. It was dark and the pool area was officially closed, so we had to sneak in and take a dip in the raw. Naturally, we stayed quite close to each other. If you've ever been in the water and rubbed against another body, you know what a pleasant feeling it is, so slippery and utterly sexy. Well, it didn't take me long to fool around with Eric long enough to have him get a hard on. I think he knew what I wanted because he went along with everything I suggested. We went up on the bank behind the pool where we had stashed our clothes and it didn't take me long to get his rod in my mouth. He didn't object one bit, but he didn't offer to suck me off, either. Just as well. I didn't really care about it. I just liked making love to his nice, clean body-and sucking his dick.
"I hadn't realized about guys being able to come, and you can imagine how surprised I was when that hot fluid spurted into my mouth. Oh, I knew something came Out, all right, because I had been jacking myself off and little drops would dribble out, but never anything like this. Squirt after squirt of that delicious liquid filled my mouth and I swallowed every drop of it."
Author: "You stated earlier that you masturbated, yet you tell me that you didn't really mind if your sex partner did not reciprocate your lovemak-ing. Can you explain why?"
Jack: "Maybe it was all mental when I masturbated. I would sit on the toilet seat and think of a nice stiff hot prick in my mouth and that would excite me. I suppose when I actually had one in my mouth, it satisfied me enough so that I didn't care whether my partner played with me or not."
Author: "Did you have any contact with females?"
Jack: "Yes, several times."
Author: "Was there sex involved?"
Jack: "Let's say attempted sex."
Author: "What does that mean?"
Jack: "It means that I tried fucking, but just couldn't get a hard on. This happened twice, so I just gave up. The girls laughed at me and that didn't help, either. That was in high school. I tried again when I was a little older, but it was the same thing.
"When I got out of high school, I looked around for a job and landed one with the firm I'm with now. As soon as I got my first pay, I looked around for a place of my own. I knew I wouldn't be able to stand it around home any longer. I was looking for a small efficiency I could afford, but those with low rents were pretty crummy. Then I saw Chuck's ad in the paper. The ad said something about a single man wanting to share an apartment with another single man, so I got in touch with the guy who had placed the ad. As soon as Chuck showed up, I knew we were going to get along just fine together. We started to look around together and came across a real nice place in a fairly good neighborhood. It had two bedrooms, a huge living room, and a kitchen big enough for a table so we could eat most of our meals there. There was also a small dining room.
"We moved in immediately and set about buying small things for the place. Neither of us had a damn thing, so we had to start right at the bottom, buying silverware, dishes, sheets, and a million other little things that you don't realize you need until you move in.
"We weren't in the place more than three days when Chuck had a buddy come up and visit him, a guy by the name of Andy. Well, Andy didn't just visit-he stayed on. He and Chuck slept in one room; I was in the other. Andy didn't waste any time getting to the point.
"It began the fourth night. Nothing really, just conversation. Andy started talking about sex, and about how terrible most girls were, sloppy, dirty, diseased, that their pussies smelled, and things like that. Of course, Chuck agreed with him, but then, he agreed with everything else Andy said. He was Andy's slave. He'd do what Andy wanted him to, laugh at Andy's jokes, even when they weren't funny. And Chuck did most of the housework.
"Andy wanted to know what I thought about girls, and I told him I hadn't met any that impressed me. He wanted to know if I had ever made love to one, and I told him the truth. He said I was smart, that I was a lot better off without them.
"The next thing, Andy told me that he and Chuck took care of each other. They were only doing it until the right girls came along, he said, but it kept them from being frustrated and nervous. I think I had been there about a week then, and I liked it so much I wasn't going to disagree with anything. I thought if they did things to each other it was none of my business. Naturally, I wanted to get in on it, too, but I didn't make my desires known.
"It was the second week that they made their move. I woke up in the middle of the night very excited. Just opening my eyes a crack, I saw Chuck down between my legs with my cock in his mouth. I pretended I was still asleep, and even when he made me come, I still pretended I was sleeping. I knew Andy was there because I heard him tell Chuck to move up so he could get it up his ass.
"After I came, they left me alone. But it was the same thing the next night. This time, Andy held my nostrils shut, and when I opened my mouth to breathe he shoved his prick in it. I didn't know what to do. Chuck was sucking me, and I was very hot. I decided to pretend that I was waking up. 'Hi, Jack baby, how's that cock taste?' Chuck began playing with my balls and sucking Andy. 'Come on, baby, I want to rest my balls on that nice little chin of yours.'
"Andy told Chuck to come up and let me taste his cock, but Chuck got down between my legs and began sucking me again. Then Chuck wanted me to lick him, and I just didn't have any power to resist at that point.
"Andy lifted my legs up in the air and pressed my knees against my chest. I felt him putting something on my asshole, and then I suddenly felt him going up inside me. He leaned on me with all his weight and rammed it hard into me. The pain was more than I could bear and I let out a yell. 'Fill his mouth with cock, Chuck,' Andy said, and Chuck pushed his cock as far into my mouth as he could. Andy took my cock in his hand and pulled me off while he screwed me in the ass.
"That was the way it started and we did it again the next night. I was very upset and talked about leaving, but Andy fixed us all some drinks and we got bombed while we talked. Andy told Chuck to take his clothes off and kneel down so he could suck the two of us. Chuck did, and Andy went over to him and stood in front of him while Chuck took his prick out and began sucking him. I started to my room, but Chuck came over to me on his knees and pulled my cock out and put it in his mouth.
"Andy took his clothes off and the two of them undressed me. Andy made me suck him until he had come, and then he made me fuck Chuck. Andy had Chuck bend over, and held him while I got behind him and put it up his ass. I came pretty quick because they had excited me so much.
"I came home from work the next day in the middle of the day and packed up all my things and moved out. I just couldn't live like that."
Author: "Exactly what did you find about this relationship that disturbed you enough to make you move out? I was under the impression that you desired male sex partners and in this situation you had two. From what you have told me earlier, this would be to your liking."
Jack: "Oh, I enjoy making love to another man, but I just didn't like Andy. He was so damn overbearing and demanding. Everything that happened had to have his stamp of approval first; everything we did was his idea. That's what was wrong. I think Chuck and I could have had a very pleasant relationship together if it hadn't been for Andy."
Author: "Then it was not abnormal practices that disturbed you, but the presence of Andy?"
Jack: "That's right. When you make love to someone, you have to at least like him. I didn't like Andy one bit."
Author: "What did you do after you moved out?"
Jack: "I started looking for another place, of course. But it was the same thing as before. I just couldn't afford the places I liked. Then the idea struck me that if Chuck had put an ad in the paper, I could do the same thing. And I did just that. Of course, I had to take one of those crummy joints to have some place to keep my things, and also a place where I could interview whoever showed up in answer to my ad.
"I must have gone through five or six guys before I opened the door and saw the type of guy I liked standing there. 'Hi,' he said, 'my name is Stan.' He smiled and I could see his teeth were clean and white. He impressed me immediately. I asked him in and we sat and talked for about a half hour. I explained why I was living in such a dump and he understood. We decided we'd waste no time in finding a place, so we set out that same day and combed through the neighborhood we thought we'd like. I might add that it was a pretty good distance from the place where Chuck and Andy were. I had no desire to run across either of them again.
"We found a place late that day. Stan had a car so we went to my place and loaded up my things and took them to the apartment, then we went and got his belongings. Neither of us had a hell of a lot. I hadn't bothered to take my kitchen goods out of the old apartment so, once again, we started over. But this place had dishes and silverware and had a lot more knick-knacks, so we wound up buying just bedding and food.
"There were two bedrooms in this place, too. Both of us busied ourselves unpacking and hanging up our clothes. I finished first. I went into the bedroom where Stan was and sat on the bed watching him as he put his things away. He had a lot of nice clothes, sport coats, sweaters and expensive-looking slacks. And he had some other things, too-some filmy negligees, panties, a couple of bras, and a complete makeup kit! When he pulled these items out of his suitcase, he just smiled at me, put them away so casually that I didn't even question them for a few moments. Then I pointed to the negligees hanging in the open closet and asked him what they were for.
"He looked at me for what seemed like ages, then smiled and said, 'Why, baby, don't you know?'
"I really didn't, and I told him so. He just kept unpacking, and offered no further explanation. It puzzled me, but not so much that I was going to make an issue out of it. I thought maybe he'd been married before, that one of his girlfriends had left them behind. You see, I was still a little naive. I thought no more about the women's clothes for a while. We settled down to living, and nothing happened for about two weeks. I mean, we didn't do anything like what had happened at my last place, although I was pretty sure it would eventually. I really liked Stan. I admired his strong body. And he was clean-immaculately so.
"We went about our business by ourselves. We worked the same hours, so that brought us together in the apartment after work. He was good company. He was well educated and could carry on a conversation on almost any subject-something I had missed with Chuck and Andy-and we spent a lot of time just talking and maybe having a few drinks together. Naturally, the subject came around to sex quite often. I was surprised to hear him say that he didn't care for women at all. that the kind of sex they had to offer was messy, that their sex organs smelled, and that he found himself revolted by the soggy, stinky mess women had between their legs. 'There's no way, really, to get one of those things clean,' he said. 'They can wash them out but there are bodily secretions which immediately seep into their holes and stink them up again. With a man it's different. Everything is out in the open where it can be thoroughly washed and kept in a clean condition. And even if it does get a little messy, a man can quickly wash himself and remain clean-smelling for hours.'
"Well, the very fact of talking about male organs excited me. I could feel the quivers running through me. I couldn't keep my eyes off his crotch. Stan made the male organ sound so desirable that I felt the saliva forming at the corners of my mouth. He looked at me suddenly.
" 'Let's quit kidding ourselves,' he said. 'Take off your clothes. I'll be right back.' He disappeared into his bedroom. While he was gone, I stripped down to my skin. Don't ask me why-he asked me to do it, so I did.
"I poured myself another drink and sat down on the couch to wait for him. I felt my cock getting hard and I played with it a little so it would come up all the way.
" 'Hey, that's not fair,' he said. 'That's my job.'
"He sat down beside me and took hold of my cock, but that wasn't what surprised me. What really jolted me was that Stan was dressed in one of those negligees he had hung in his closet! To top it off, he was wearing a beautiful blonde wig and was made up like a woman, complete with lipstick, eye shadow-the works. He must have done this many times before, because he hadn't been gone but about ten minutes or so.
" 'Surprised?' he asked.
" 'I-I, ah ...'
" 'Don't be, darling. Just relax and make love to me,' he whispered to me. He put his hand under my chin and raised my lips to his, and kissed me, running his tongue inside my mouth. His cool hands felt good as they caressed my body, and those kisses he was showering on me were really turning me on. I took his hard prick in my hand and began playing with him while we kissed. I felt hands on my chest, on my nipples, then down between my legs. I didn't know if I should stop him or not. Everything felt so good. No, L wouldn't stop him. I wanted him. I wanted to kiss him, have him kiss me. And I wanted to suck that beautiful, stiff, hot cock of his. I wanted to feel its hotness on my lips and in my throat. I wanted to suck on it and drain the love fluid from him and swallow it so he'd be a part of me.
"Suddenly, Stan pulled my thighs apart and I felt his hair sliding down my chest as he began kissing my body and running his tongue down my stomach. I adjusted myself so I could do the same for him, but the negligee was in the way, so all I could do was hold his cock and try to work the skin back and forth on it. But I did manage to twist around so I could kiss his legs and gradually work upward to where his beautiful, hard, throbbing cock waited for my lips. I moved toward it, licking his inner thighs, until I saw his balls. With one quick movement, I had them in my mouth. At the same time, he did the same thing to me. It was a moment of ecstasy that I'll never forget. I took his complete sack in my mouth and felt the hairs tickle my lips, then rolled them around with my tongue, licking the sack, kissing it, and tasting it. And everything I did to Stan, he did to me. He told me later that this was the only way to make complete love. 'You see,' he said, 'if you do something to me, you have no idea how it feels. You think it feels good, but you're not sure. So, if I do exactly as you do, the sensation is almost like you're doing it to yourself. That's the idea. Our nerves are all tied together into one body that way. The important thing-the most important, in fact-is that we come together. For one of us to pop before the other will break the circuit. It has to be complete, all at one time, so that when you shoot into my mouth, I do the same to you. It's like tasting your own jazz.'
"That was his explanation and it sure worked. There was a world of difference in doing it his way from doing it by singles. Oh, we sometimes did it the other way, too. I might not feel like getting sucked, so I'd be the aggressor and go down on him and let it go at that. Then there were times when he'd do the same to me.
"But those clothes he wore-they sent me. Somehow, it added a lot of spice to our suck sessions. He even got me to wear them and, you know, I felt positively evil with those silky things clinging to my body.
"It was during one of our double suck sessions that Stan suggested it might be fun to add a third party. I immediately remembered Andy and Chuck and was against it at first, but Stan was altogether different and I knew he wouldn't bring anybody in who was repulsive to me. You see, I'm as much of a bear about being clean as he is. That's important as hell if you're really going to enjoy sex. I mean, how in hell can you get excited if your sex partner is dirty and hasn't taken a bath in so long that he smells like an outhouse? It just doesn't work.
Sometimes, as Stan and I did, we liked to lick each other's assholes or run our tongues into them. I sure wouldn't do that if a guy wasn't clean back there. Or I might want to fuck him in the ass and I sure wouldn't want to stir up stinks doing it. Jesus! Clean, man, clean. That's important.
"Well, Stan said he had run across a guy where he worked who said he'd like to get in on a gang-bang deal if he could, so I told Stan to go ahead and invite him over and we'd try him out. You have to be careful about some of these cats, you know. Some of them go completely kooky when they get a few drinks in them and find themselves in a room full of naked people. I got involved in one of those deals one time and the cops almost took the whole bunch of us in. But that's another story.
"Stan's friend was a nice looking guy named Harley. Stan brought him over one Friday night. None of us had to work on Saturday, so we could stay up as late as we wanted to.
"The usual thing took place that Friday evening. We had a few drinks, talked for a while, then started fondling each other. Stan had already told me that Harley was a willing guy, that he'd go along with anything we wanted to do. That suited me fine because I liked him immediately. Just for the hell of it, I stood up and let my pants drop to the floor. I had taken off my underwear before, so I was standing there naked from the waist down. I stripped off my shirt next. When Harley saw my cock his mouth started to water. He had me turn around, and when I did he told me to bend over. He came close and spread the cheeks of my ass, making little sounds of pleasure as he inspected it. Meantime, he was taking off his pants, and he led me to the couch. There, he pushed me down on my back and began to stroke my cock, telling me how nice it was and how much he liked it. I was actually more amused at what he was doing than hot. I was curious about what he had in mind. Stan had told me Harley was okay, that he wasn't one of those wild characters, so I saw no reason to question anything he did.
"When my cock got hard, he teased the head of it with his tongue and lips. All the while, he was playing with his own prick, and when it was to the point where he wanted it, he moved up and spread my legs. He put a big pillow under my hips and put my legs up over his shoulders while he knelt between my legs. From this position, he could penetrate my asshole while he jerked my prick.
"When he shoved it in, he was very gentle about it, easing the head in a little after applying some saliva to it, then resting as my asshole adjusted to him. I was very surprised when he came after only a few strokes, but I was glad, too, because his come provided enough lubrication so that it didn't hurt any more. And he seemed to know just what to do because when he came inside me, he jacked me off vigorously so that I came a few moments after he did. He caught my come in his hand and put it up to his mouth. With his tongue, he slowly licked his palm clean, sort of savoring the love juice he had caught. Then he told me it was a shame to waste his own inside of me and went under me with his head and began to lick around. In a moment, he was sticking his tongue in me. probing, licking as far as he could reach, trying to get at the come he had unloaded in me.
"He licked the crack of my ass until he came to my balls, took them in his mouth for a few moments, then almost swallowed my cock. He really knew how to suck a cock. I mean, he got me so worked up in such a short time that I had to unload in his mouth.
"After that we rested a while. Stan had busied himself making himself a few drinks and jacking himself to the point of coming, and when he was ready he called to Harley. Harley left me quickly, almost crawling over to where Stan was sitting with his cock in his hand. It took only a few bobs of Har-ley's head to make Stan finish coming. He really liked the taste of that stuff. He didn't swallow right away, but kept it in his mouth, sort of rolling it, until he was ready to swallow.
"Well, I was about ready to do some sucking of my own, so I just crawled across the floor and got under Harley and took his prick in my mouth. I laid on my back and let him fuck me that way. After that, they said I should get on my hands and knees and, while Stan fucked me in the ass Harley kept fucking me in the mouth. The last thing that day was the chain-with each of us sucking another's prick.
"That's about it. I don't know what else to tell you. Harley moved in with us later. The three of us are still together and we enjoy our gang-bang sessions very much. We tried adding a couple of other guys a few times. It works out all right, but it's much better when there are just the three of us. We know what the other guy wants. With strangers, you sort of have to improvise. But, then, there's fun in that, too."
Author: "As far as you know, has your brother ever engaged in any type of sexual activity outside of his home?"
Jack: "No, I'm pretty sure he's straight."
Author: "Have you ever gotten into a discussion over what happened during those early years?"
Jack: "Hell, no! Frank found out what some people thought of what we did and he got mad as hell at me. In fact, he hasn't spoken to me for a couple of years. Won't have anything to do with me."
Author: "Are you still in contact with your family?"
Jack: "Well, I know my mother and father are still alive but I don't go to see them. There's nothing I want to see either of them for."
This is a typical homosexual personality. He likes what he is doing and plans to continue doing it, even if it means separation from his family. Had his parents been more alert when he was young, Jack's sexual interest might have been channeled into a more normal course.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Up until now our studies have involved only young people. We do not intend to leave the impression that only the young, the "swinging generation," are engaged in sexual orgies, for this is far from true. The true orgy has been in existence for thousands of years and, for the most part, was something for the older generations only. However, it must also be realized that "old" only a few centuries ago was someone in his late twenties or early thirties.
It is agreed that most of today's "swinging parties" are direct offshoots of the earlier pastime of "wife-swapping." In order to keep the wife-swapping parties up to date, the swappers had to devise new practices almost continually. What might have shocked Granny out of her shawl and high-buttoned shoes is today accepted as something quite ordinary and commonplace. Not only accepted, but encouraged. Today, unless a swinging party includes the most abnormal practices, it is considered a "drag" by the participants. No more is sexual intercourse the main objective. Members of these groups are greatly sought after if their specialty regarding sexual techniques is some particularly abnormal act. Those who can perform in only one or two areas of sexual activity are considered to be almost "square" or "straight." The anus has been thoroughly explored as a sexual object, both with the sex organs and the tongue and mouth. Animals have been introduced into the activities, not only for others to view in a sexual act with a paid performer as was common in the past, but for active participation with the group. Sadism and masochism are commonplace, group masturbation has become the vogue in numerous groups, as have homosexual clubs where the acts are performed in well-lighted rooms in full view of everyone there.
Another puzzling factor is the high incidence of ostensibly well-off, upper-bracket-income people who indulge in this practice of violent multiple sex bouts. That many of them merely have jaded sex appetites is undeniable. Psychiatry, however, has been unable to relegate all of them to a definite pattern or category. Perhaps a great deal of this was going on in the better circles and was, up until recently, kept more or less secret. Perhaps, too, it is like a snowball rolling down hill, that gets bigger and bigger as it gains momentum. The new sexual revolution has provided the momentum. Now all the latents want to attach themselves, regardless of whether or not they truly enjoy these activities, merely to identify with the "hip" generation. There is a definite fear on the part of many people of missing out on something, of being left out of that which is modern and "with it."
It is always surprising to learn, however, that an individual who has lived a very staid, well-adjusted life, suddenly goes off the deep end, sexually, and becomes a member of a group whose main objective is group sex.
Eva is such a woman. She is 40 years old, a living testimonial of the marvelous powers of modern cosmetics, medicines, and the "good life." She has two grown children. Her son is completing college in one of the better schools in the east. Her daughter is married and has one child. Eva's husband, Leo, is a successful businessman who owns three fairly large ladies' ready-to-wear stores, plus other investments which bring him an income of nearly $100,000 a year. There is nothing for which Eva wants, so it is very difficult to understand why her interests took such a sudden turn from the normal, well-adjusted life she had been living.
She stated that the only reason she could give us was that she had suddenly become tired of the twice-a-week sex she got from her husband and, because of this boredom, she decided when she reached the age of 40, she was going to do something about livening up her life.
She happened to see a copy of a local underground newspaper, and answered an ad placed by a couple in their late thirties who stated that they were broad-minded and were seeking another couple or a single person to share social relations. (Although the ads are innocently worded, devotees of swinging groups have the ability to read different meanings into them.) Eva carefully read the instructions, then sent in her reply. In the envelope was a snapshot of herself, taken in a brief bathing suit, which showed her magnificent, mature figure, her ample bosom, and her obvious beauty. This is Eva's story in her own words:
"I actually knew a little about swapping clubs from some friends of mine who had known of a couple who had taken part in the idea some years before. Although I wasn't interested at the time, the idea kept nagging at me over the years. I made up my mind that if something exciting didn't happen by the time I was forty, I'd make it happen. That's exactly what I did. Sure, I was a little scared when I answered the ad, but I had to make a start somewhere, so, with some misgivings, I dropped my letter in the mail.
"A few days went by and I had about made up my mind to back out if someone answered, but the answer came by way of a phone call from a woman. She said she was intrigued by the picture I had sent and wanted to know when we could meet. Just talking to her convinced me that I wanted to get out of my rut and take part in this thing. The woman, Grace, told me she and her husband had been swinging for a few years and that there was absolutely nothing like it. She asked about my husband. I had to admit that I hadn't discussed it with him and, in fact, he knew nothing about it. I would have to go as a single and, perhaps at some later date, get my husband to come along. Of course this was far removed from my mind. I had no intention of asking Leo to come with me. He wouldn't, of that I was positive. I was invited to meet them at their home, and I was surprised at the address they gave me. It was in one of the best sections of town. But there were even more surprises in store for me when I arrived."
Author: "If you'll excuse me, I'd like to ask you questions as we go along. Something occurred to me just now and I would like to ask you about it. I was wondering if, during the time you were getting ready to go to this home and even after you arrived in front of the house, you experienced any qualms about going through with your plans."
Eva: "Oh, of course. My God, I was scared stiff most of that day, but the worst part came when I walked up to their door. It took everything I had to walk those few steps."
Author: "Did you drive your car or did you go by cab?"
Eva: "By cab. I didn't know what I was getting into, so I didn't want anyone taking my license number. But when the cab pulled away and left me standing there in front of that strange door, I wished I had driven my own car. Now I was stuck.
I had to stay. . . unless I wanted to walk miles back home."
Author: "Just one more question and then you can continue. Were you given any instructions when you accepted the invitation, such as what type of clothing to wear? Or did they give you any idea of what to expect?"
Eva: "Nothing like that. Grace just told me to be at her house around nine. I suppose she assumed I knew about what was going to take place.
"I was met at the door by a distinguished-looking woman; not beautiful, but what I'd call handsome. She was warm and pleasant-so much so that I wondered what could be wrong with a man who wouldn't find extreme sexual pleasure with her. Her husband was a fine looking man, well-mannered and soft-spoken. He handed me a martini as soon as I walked in.
"We talked for a few moments, then they led me into what they called their fun room. There I found four other people, two men and two women. The woman, Grace, announced that I was the last of the invited guests, and immediately everyone began to undress. The second martini made it easier for me to take my clothes off. I was fascinated by the strange marks-bruises, welts, and a couple of burns-on the skins of some of the guests, but I didn't ask about them. I had made up my mind to that, too-not to ask any questions that might make me look stupid.
"Now, from here on, I'm afraid I must revert to the language used at the party. The people there were not illiterates or from the wrong side of the tracks, mind you, but as soon as the party started, the language took on an altogether different form from what would be used in the drawing room.
"When we were all stripped, Grace asked pleasantly who wanted to be first. A young woman stepped out and sat on a chair in the center of the room. I was thankful they hadn't made me be first for anything. I had heard that these clubs sometimes have some rather shocking initiations. The girl on the chair-I forget her name-was a pretty one, about twenty-nine or thirty. Grace asked what she preferred.
" 'Charlie's tongue in my cunt,' the girl said. 'I just love the way he sucks a pussy.'
" 'Charlie, you're on,' Grace said.
"A rather heavy set man in his late forties got up and stood before the girl. He had a slight paunch, and his penis, about half-hard, stuck out from under it. There was a lot of hair on his body, too.
"In the few moments before he started, a lot of thoughts raced through my head. I wondered how I would react if they requested me to perform an unnatural act on this man. I wondered how even normal intercourse would be with him, or how I would react to any man but my husband."
Author: "That brings up an interesting point. During your marriage, did you ever have sexual relations with another man?"
Eva: "No. I thought about it quite a bit; I'll admit that. But I never got around to doing it. And, believe me, I had a lot of chances. It seems like every party we ever went to, some man was either trying to paw me or asking me if he could call me when my husband was not home.
"As I stood there watching, I wondered, too, what had come over me to get involved with a weird group like this. In fact, I pulled Grace to me and told her that I had made a mistake, and wanted to leave. She didn't seem surprised. Apparently my reaction was a normal one. She said I should be honest with myself, that I must have wanted something extra out of my sex life or I wouldn't have answered her ad. She said I should stay and watch for a while, and if I still felt like leaving, she'd call a cab for me. Well, that sort of straightened me out. It was a very good psychological move on Grace's part. Had she pleaded with me to stay, I might have insisted on leaving. As it was, I became absorbed in what was going on between the chubby man and the girl.
"He had dropped to his knees in front of her and spread her legs wide apart. As his hands traveled over her neck, her shoulders, and on over her breasts, she gradually slid forward in the chair so that her pussy came closer to him. He took one of her breasts in his mouth, the sucking sounds sounding extra loud in the still room, then his lips moved down onto her stomach. I could see his tongue darting in and out as though he was tasting her, then licking, then nipping the flesh with his teeth. He continued downward into her hair.
"We were all like statues at that moment. Even the girl on the chair had her head back and her eyes closed. But the man called Charlie did not pause in her hair, but continued down the inner part of her thighs, still kissing and licking, until he had reached her ankles. Then he took each foot and kissed the soles, the toes, and across the instep. When he had thoroughly kissed each foot, he took the toes in his mouth, one by one, and sucked on them as though he were savoring some delicate morsel off the table. But suddenly he moved rapidly upward, not pausing now. He lifted the girl's legs over his shoulders, then sank his face into the mass of hair around her pussy. His head began to bob up and down with quick little movements and this is what made me forget about leaving. Oh, I thought, if I could only be the next one in that chair! I mean, it looked absolutely delicious, the way he was licking and slurping and breathing heavily. I could feel the excitement rise in me. Charlie continued until the girl let out a scream. She had come. She hung rigid in the chair for a moment, then almost tumbled to the floor.
"There was a moment of silence, then a cheer went up from the group. And from me. I no longer felt any qualms about being here, about possibly doing something to another person, man or woman. It didn't matter now.
"Grace came over to me, smiled pleasantly, and asked, 'Well, Eva. do you still want to go home?'
" 'Do you have to ask?'
" T thought you'd be all right. The first time is always rough. I wanted to have you see at least one act. I knew, if you did, you'd be one of us. It's always that way.'
"She told me then that I could have my choice of what I wanted to do. She said it would be better if I'd start right now; otherwise, I might cool off. She said I could choose one of the men or a woman. It didn't matter which.
"I was a little shy again, but then that was what I had come for. I wasn't going to be just a spectator. I chose a younger man who had gained quite a hard on while we were talking. He led me to the couch, while the others watched. He laid me down and began kissing my breasts. I admit that was something I hadn't had much of lately. Leo never seemed to have enough time anymore to do all the little things he used to do when we were first married. I'd always been very responsive to having my nipples sucked, even nipped a little. He began moving downward with his tongue and lips, and finally he spread my legs and inserted his tongue inside the lips of my pussy. He worked on me for over five minutes, and I was close to coming several times, but I just couldn't quite make it.
"He moved around and got on top of me. So help me, he had the most wonderful piece of meat I've ever seen on a man! He shoved that big dick into me and, I swear, I had never had it any better. I was sure I'd come in about thirty seconds, but again he worked on me for over five minutes and I still couldn't make it. I know he came once, and maybe twice, but I was still pumping away, sucking his tongue, clutching his ass, waiting, hoping-and trying so hard.
"Then he pulled out. He was still good and hard, and I tried to pull him back, so I could kiss his cock. I didn't want him to quit on me. But he just walked away, laughing at me, and then I became aware that everybody was laughing at me. I sat up, trying to cover my pussy and breasts, but it was silly. They knew what I was just beginning to know--I was really scared inside and would need a little more warming up before I could come. But I couldn't understand their laughing over this.
"Then Grace walked over to me. I sat there, naked, crying, and wishing I could find a hole to crawl into. She put her arm around me and, leaning over, kissed my hair. Then she said, 'Poor baby. Would you like to try it our way now?'
"I guess I nodded, because the next thing I knew, this same fellow was back, kissing my pussy. Oh, God, how he was trying! He wanted to make me come so bad, and I wanted to come, if for no better reason than to make him happy. I didn't see Grace's husband walk over, but I sure felt it when he hit me! Yes, he actually hit me across my breasts with a belt. It startled and hurt me, and I had to fight to keep control. Then I asked myself if being hurt was what I needed.
"I tried to divorce myself from my feelings. I lay there, waiting to see what would happen next. Grace's husband hit me again, and I felt a new emotion rising inside me as this young fellow was sucking my box and putting his finger up my asshole. I had never had it up the ass before, and I had never liked my husband poking his finger around there, either. But now, I found that it was different. I really got with it. While Grace's husband struck me across my breasts and stomach with that belt, I really came alive. I had had my cunt kissed many times but never like this! This man was driving me wild with his tongue. I pushed him off and rolled him over so that I could get on top. I understood later that I had done this in hopes that someone would hit me across the ass, but all I knew then was that I wanted to be fucked, and I wanted to be on top-something that my husband would never stand for.
"When we reversed positions, Grace came up with a hairbrush. And while her husband laid it on me with that belt, she began to hit me on the ass with the brush!
"If you've never known this thrill, then it's almost impossible to describe what happens. All I know is that there is no man-or woman-on earth who can alone accomplish the effect on the emotions in the way that discipline does. I learned that a stinging ass and breasts that hurt can pep up your sex life."
Author: "You were not aware of this desire in connection with sex up until now?"
Eva: "Not in the least. But when I think back on it, I recall getting pleasure out of certain things my husband did to me, like nipping my nipples or, if he was going down on me, I liked for him to bite the soft portion just above my vagina. These were only mild sensations, however. What happened to me at the party was altogether different. When they hit me with that belt and hairbrush, all my flesh came alive! Looking back on it now, that man underneath me meant nothing-it was me, don't you see -that came alive. They had awakened something in me that I didn't even know existed."
Author: "You, of course, continued to meet with these people after that and . . ."
Eva: "But wait. Yes, I met with them, but only a few more times. Their programs were all about the same. Nothing different ever happened, so I started my own club. Now, this may shock you, but the first member I recruited-I guess you call it that-was my daughter, Renee!"
Author: "You're right-I'm quite shocked. Isn't this a little unusual?"
Eva: "From your viewpoint, I suppose it is. The way I look at it, it's perfectly normal. Renee was always quite a sexy little thing. Heavens, I'd caught her masturbating often enough as she was growing up."
Author: "Just exactly how did you go about getting your daughter interested?"
Eva: "I can explain that easily enough. Once I had been to that first party, I realized I had missed out on quite a bit of excitement during my married life. I didn't want the same thing to happen to my daughter. Oh, she was a lot smarter than I was at her age, but I doubted whether she realized there were emotions in her she perhaps did not know existed. It had been that way with me. I didn't want her to lose out. For the first time in my life I had felt complete sexual fulfillment. I cursed the stupidity that had kept me away from enjoying it earlier.
"During one of the many little talks Renee and I had together, I asked her about her sex life. She told me she thought everything was all right. From that I gathered that she wasn't really sure. Her husband, a handsome, virile man, performed well in bed, she told me, but sometimes she felt like there was more to sex than she was realizing. She said she sometimes wanted to do things but was afraid to suggest them to her husband for fear he might think she was abnormal. Fellatio and cunnilingus were practiced, but that's about where it ended.
" 'Mother, you talk like you have something on your mind besides our sex life. What is it?' she asked.
"I told her to brace herself, that I was going to tell her everything about me, things she never dreamed her mother would do. And I told her, just as I have you.
" 'I'll leave it up to you, baby,' I said. 'You can do what you want, but I don't want you to get into the same sexual rut that I did. Maybe you and your husband can find complete satisfaction with each other. I don't know. That's for you to decide. You think it over, then let me know if you want to get involved or not.'"
Author: "Apparently she agreed to participate. Can you tell me how this came about?"
Eva: "Well, after she got over her initial surprise, she said she'd have to think about it. I think a week or two went by before we got around to talking about it again. By that time she had made up her mind and said she'd like to try it just once. At that time I hadn't formed my own club yet, so I called Grace and asked her if I could bring a friend. I didn't tell her the friend was my daughter.
"Of course Renee was an immediate hit with the others. She was so young and full of life, and so pretty. I had briefed her thoroughly on what to expect so she wasn't as scared as I was that first time. Scared? Hell, she wasn't in the least scared! Renee surprised me with her approach to the whole thing. We had no sooner taken our clothes off than Renee danced to the center of the floor and did some kind of a makeshift dance. The crazy kid, she couldn't dance, but she put on a pretty good performance. Anyway, no one cared. When she finally stopped spinning, she fell on her back on the floor, spread her legs wide, and announced, 'Now give me some cock!'
"There were four men there that night and all four virtually leaped toward her. Grace called out for them to be careful, that they should take her one at a time. 'No, no,' Renee said, T want all of them at once. The more cocks, the better.' She began giving instructions to the men who had fallen on their knees beside her, telling them where she wanted each one. One she immediately pushed down between her legs so he could start licking her. She took hold of one man's huge prick and pulled him up so she could put it in her mouth. She had the other two kneel beside her so she could masturbate them.
"It was a grand scene. I envied her for having so many men's cocks at one time. On signal, she had the men change positions in a clockwise manner so that each could receive the same treatment from her. Within a half hour, she had been sucked by all four and she had sucked every one of them. Not to the point of orgasm, because some of the men had trouble getting a hard on the second time. But with Renee there, I wondered if they might not find a much faster recovery than with some of us older people.
"The scene before me had gotten me so hot, I couldn't wait any longer. I told Grace I was going to join the group on the floor. She nodded understandingly.
"I dropped to my knees and, as I did, I heard Renee's stifled gasp of amazement. And well she might have been amazed, for I had taken the stiff prick of one of the men and crammed it in my mouth. I felt overwhelmed with a desire to swallow every last inch of that beautiful big cock. My mouth had already filled with saliva from the anticipation. I drove it deep into my mouth, and when I did, just let it go in deeper and deeper until I felt my lips pressed firmly against the hair at the base of it. It was both hideous and marvelous, this thing that had taken possession of me. I could hear voices around me but, right then, I was in no mood to be distracted; I began fondling the man's hairy balls with one hand while I dug my nails fiercely into the cheeks of his ass. He groaned in delight, told me to press even harder. He put both hands on my plunging head and dug his nails into my scalp. I recall murmuring with delight, but the pain wasn't severe enough. I took the cock out of my mouth and motioned to Grace's husband. 'The belt. . . please . . the belt...'
"He was ready before I even asked. I put his cock back in my mouth and at the same time he hit me across the back. It was heaven! Perfectly delightful. 'Me, too,' the man said. And the belt came down on him. Ecstasy was engulfing us. We were lost to the world. Between whacks from the belt, the man slapped me on the back-hard-and I really dug my nails into his ass. That was what did it. Suddenly, my mouth was being filled with his hot juice. I reached down and put my finger in my pussy and made myself come just moments after. The man must have been saving up for a month, because he couldn't seem to stop coming. There was so much stuff in my mouth that it began to run out. I couldn't hold his cock in my mouth and that, too, so I pulled it out, but before I could swallow, Renee was by my side. 'Oh, mother . . . mother. They've hurt you. They beat you . . . Why? Why, mother?' She wrapped her arms around me and began kissing me on my forehead, my cheeks, and then on my mouth. The come was still drooling from me, but she kissed me anyway. In fact, she seemed to like it, because when she tasted it she started to lick my lips and pat my head. I swallowed what I could, but some still seeped out.
"Of course when Renee called me Mother, the others all stopped and looked at us. There was utter surprise on every face there.
" 'Is she . . . really your daughter?' Grace asked, finally.
"I told them she was."
Author: "What was their reaction to this?"
Eva: "After the initial surprise, there was a lot of joyous yelling and hand-clapping. They were overjoyed over it. It was something that had never happened in their group before and everyone immediately began thinking up different things to do. I guess the mother and daughter situation made it something quite special.
"The first one to offer a suggestion was Grace. She thought it would be a thrilling sight to see a mother and daughter make love. 'Of course this thing is done quite often between parents and their children, but no one ever gets to see it. 'How about it, Eva, you game?' I looked at Renee for the answer. It didn't matter to me. I was only concerned about how she would feel. She nodded. In a way, I suppose I was relieved. I wanted her to enjoy every phase of sexual enjoyment. This would add still another experience that she could remember in later years.
"I crawled away from the men and pulled Renee along behind me. 'Now, darling,' I said, 'we'll start out nice and easy and then sort of ad lib from there. Probably the best way to start would be for you to suck on my breasts. After all, you did it often enough when you were a baby.'
" 'Yes, and I had your pussy stretched over my head when I was born, too,' she giggled. Then her face took on a serious look and she asked me why they had beat me.
" 'Darling, it's what I wanted. Don't you see, I get my kicks that way. I like it. I asked them to hit me. Would you like to try it?' She shook her head vigorously.
" 'No . . . I-I don't think I'd like it. I can't stand pain.'
"So, we let it go at that.
"I have to tell you, I thought I had experienced a lot of sexual thrills since joining this group,, but nothing can compare with having your grown daughter suck your titties. I mean, there's just a union there that can't be explained. Once I had held her in my arms as a child, and now she was there again. My breasts had not sagged with age and she began by kissing them lightly, running her tongue over the smooth surface, between them, and underneath them, so carefully avoiding the nipples that I wanted to grab her and thrust her head down on them. The little she-devil-she had learned a whole lot more about sexual sensations than I had, even at my age. Already she was driving me crazy. But, finally, her mouth found the nipple and she ran her tongue around it, then bit it lightly. I couldn't resist saying, 'Harder, baby, harder.' She bit down on the hard nipple. I gasped with delight.
I waved my hand in back of me for the whip. A man stepped up and began whacking me lightly across the shoulders. At this, Renee moved slowly downward until her face was resting in my hair. She paused.
"The anxious group looked on, tense with the excitement of it.
" 'Go ahead,' someone yelled.
" 'Yeah, eat it, kid. Eat your mother's cunt!'
"Renee spread my legs, got between them, then raised them onto her shoulders. The whipping continued on my back, but harder now. Renee paused over my eagerly waiting cunt. My excitement was almost too much. I began to quiver. Oh, how I wanted her face between my legs, rubbing in my hair, her tongue in me, licking and kissing the place where she had come from!
" 'You're home, baby,' I screamed. 'Make love to it!'
"And she did."
Author: "Did you reciprocate?" Eva: "Of course." Author: "In what way?"
Eva: "I ate her pussy . . . the same way she had done mine."
Author: "You felt no shame over this?"
Eva: "Shame? For what? Making love to your own flesh and blood?"
Author: "It's called incest, and it's illegal."
Eva: "It's deep sexual love-and that's pleasure!"
Author: "I noticed, with one exception, that most of the activities centered around you. The others in the group were onlookers. Didn't they engage in these acts?"
Eva: "Oh, sure. I just told you about some of the things that I indulged in. There was always something going on between the others. As they watched, they'd play with each other, or they might whip each other. When I was through with my part, then I was the spectator. Or we might all get together and do something. Some of the things that went on would really surprise you, but I can't go into all that now. Actually, I was making mental notes all the while I belonged to this club for the time when I would have my own group. I told Renee to do the same thing and try, if possible, to get some of her younger friends to come along with her."
Author: "Weren't you afraid you might be the cause of a break-up of her marriage?"
Eva: "A little. But Renee knew how to handle that part of it. She's no dummy, you know. To this day, Roger-that's her husband-hasn't the slightest idea of what she's up to."
Author: "What about your own husband-did he ever join in with you?"
Eva: "Leo? You've got to be kidding! That old dried-up son-of-a-bitch would never go along with anything like this. Anyway, I divorced the old fart not long after I found what I wanted with my own type of people."
Author: "Is your present group made up of all sado-masochists?"
Eva: "No, but it's an important part of our program. I told you Renee didn't care for it, and there are others who find their kicks in other ways than spanking. I take in anybody who goes along with the crowd. No squares for me. Anything and everything goes. That's the only way to enjoy life."
The marked increase in swinging today, particularly among the married couples over 30, who make up the bulk of our sex-obsessed generation, reflects the general condition of female sexuality peculiar to our times. Along with the general trend of equal opportunity for women has come a new sexual awareness and independence that is reversing completely the trends of some years ago. Studies now show that while the modern college-educated woman has become more sexually interested, her businessman or professional husband has become more passive and sexually inactive. Before World War II, most psychiatric patients were women who complained that their husbands were sexually demanding. Today, the men complain that their wives are sexually demanding. This was the case with Eva. She appears to have gone through an awakening process while her husband's desires declined.
CHAPTER NINE
Mutual masturbation, or at least the simultaneous stimulation of the sex organs, is the very first mode of interpersonal genital contact encountered by nearly everyone. And long after a person becomes highly adept and experienced in the art of lovemaking, mutual manipulation of the genitalia remains an almost universal prelude to either normal intercourse or any of a variety of other sexual acts leading to orgasm.
The most innocently begun teenage necking frequently results in mutual masturbation when both partners have passed the point of no return but at the same time lack the know-how or real desire for other forms of end-purpose intercourse. Fear of pregnancy or disease among youngsters, coupled with a lack of interest in oral-genital contact, often causes mutual masturbation to be the predominant mode of sexual activity among love partners in these age groups.
Boys in their early teens usually engage in homosexual play that includes mutual masturbation, although the majority of them are consumed with heterosexual fantasies while so indulging. And it is not uncommon for young girls at this age level or later to finger one another to stimulation of orgasm in an attempt to appreciate their new-found sexuality within an interpersonal context. Still younger children are known to explore each other's genitalia digitally, regardless of sex, and thereby experience sexual pleasure. This youthful participation in sexual pleasures has been present in all of the cases presented thus far.
It is little wonder, then, that the desire for mutual masturbation, fixated so early in life, is one of the most difficult of the infantile and juvenile sexual experiences for an adult to overcome. Clearly, mutual masturbation represents, for most people, the high point of their very first sexual contact, or fantasy-wish for contact, with another desirable human being.
There seems to be little doubt that since the beginning of time, some form of mutual masturbation has played an important part in interpersonal love-making for both homosexuals and heterosexuals.
And for no small number of individuals, mutual masturbation has become the primary and preferred form of sexual intercourse.
In many instances, the initial experience of childhood has become fixated. The intense pleasure memory remains so strong, either consciously or subconsciously, that the individual strives to repeat it for the rest of his life. The aura of youthful innocence, the magic of discovery, the childish feeling of doing something evil, combine with this memory of the first overpowering physical sensation when in intimate contact with another, to create an overwhelming demand for repetition.
The achievement of high thrill for many of these indivuduals is not in copulative or even oral-orgasmic intercourse, but in maintaining an acute state of mutual digital-genital stimulation that will eventually lead to climax.
In today's world of sexual broadmindedness, where yesterday's taboos and inhibitions have been largely eliminated, one might assume that the fixations and "hang-ups" that contribute to these widespread instances of mutual masturbation would disappear. Actually, almost the opposite is true.
The following case history involves Dave, age 23, and the group he belongs to. Dave is a rather frail, weak type. He does not keep himself well groomed. His hair is straw colored and long, but not in the hippie style. He slurs his words, slouches in his chair when he talks, and appears very listless, a condition brought about, undoubtedly, by his sex practices. Here is what he had to say:
"Like everyone else, I guess, I started masturbating when I was a kid. I don't remember how old I was the first time I pulled myself off and really came. The guys I ran around with did it, but never in front of anyone. They'd talk about it and maybe laugh, but as far as whipping their ponies in front of anyone, well, it just didn't happen. That came later. That was when I went away to school and three of us roomed together.
"It started shortly after we enrolled. We were taking the same courses so we wound up in the same classrooms. The three of us were kind of quiet; none of us ever volunteered any opinions during group discussions. The professor in one class -Economics-was a spiteful little bastard, so he called on us more than the others in the class. We resented that, and our resentment drew us together by making us feel we had a lot in common. I still don't know why that one professor bugged us so much. We never cut up, we had fairly good grades, and we never cut classes. I guess he was just a vindictive old fart who had to take his meanness out on somebody.
"One of the guys was Marty; the other one was Ron. Ron was a big kid, husky, and not bad looking. We nicknamed him Rod because of the size, of his cock. It was one of those big, ugly looking things, with an over-sized head. Or so it seemed.
Like the author Williams once described this kind of dick, 'Like a baby's arm holding an apple.' That was Ron. Marty was about my size. And I mean that in all ways.
"None of us cared to go out much. In the first place, we didn't have a whole lot of money to throw around, and in the second place, we weren't exactly any Casanovas. The chicks went for the athletic types or the aggressive ones who could spew a pretty good line. I knew there was a lot of fucking going on around school, but none of us was getting any. But then, we didn't try very hard, either. We spent a lot of time in our room, keeping our school work up to date and, when we had finished our assignments, we'd sit around and bullshit or listen to music. Marty played a guitar but he wasn't too good at it and we'd make him cool it when he tried to practice.
"I suppose you might say we were social duds, wouldn't you? But we liked our life the way it was, so we weren't really sitting around moping about it. Especially, after we got started on our sex sessions."
Author: "Could you tell me how this got started. Exactly what motivated you to participate in group masturbation?"
Dave: "Actually, it started over girls. Ron had been out with a chick who he had heard was a sure lay. As it turned out, she wasn't. Not for Ron anyway. He came in madder than hell after working on the broad for a couple of hours.
" 'Jesus,' he yelled, 'I did everything to that fucking cunt and couldn't get anywhere. I even took it out and put her hand on it. I thought she might like to blow me or at least jack me off, but the little shit wouldn't do either. Hell, everybody knows she fucks like a mink, and I've even heard she likes to suck cock. Where the hell did I go wrong?'
"None of us could offer any suggestions. We were as puzzled as Ron was.
" 'I've got to do something about this hard on,' he said. T think I'll jerk it off.'
"Ron didn't wait for us to comment on this, but went into the bathroom and stayed there about fifteen minutes. When he came out, he grinned at us kind of sheepishly and said, 'Ah, that's better. That lousy cunt thinks she's going to cock-tease me and not have me get my rocks off, she's out of her mind.'
" 'What'd you do, Red-pull your own rod?' Marty asked.
" 'Don't call me Rod now,' Ron laughed. 'Look at it.'
"He pulled his dick out of his pants and waved it at us. It was almost completely soft, but it was still pretty big.
"For a few minutes, nobody said anything, then Marty got up and, on his way to the bathroom, called over his shoulder. 'If he can jerk himself off, then so can I.' Ron and I just stood there gaping. We had discussed sex between us, but had never come out so openly about jacking off. We all knew we were doing it, but it never entered into our conversation. It was sort of like picking your nose or scratching your ass-you did it but you didn't talk about it.
"Well, when Marty came out, we kidded him a little about what he had said he was going to do. Then they both looked at me and, at about the same time, said, 'Your turn. Dave.'
"I told them no, that I wasn't going to do it.
'"What the hell's the difference?' Ron asked. 'You do it otherwise, so why not now?'
" 'Yeah,' Marty said, 'you may as well pop your nuts like we did. What ya waitin' for-help?'
" 'Hey, that's an idea,' Ron said. 'If he doesn't do it, let's do it for him.'
" 'All right, all right,' I said. 'If it's going to make you guys happy, I'll pull it off. Holy shit!' I started for the bathroom.
" 'Oh, no,' Ron said, stepping in my path. 'You've screwed around too long. Now you're going to have to do it out here where we can watch you.'
" 'Yeah,' Marty chimed in. 'You're liable to go in there and not do it. We have to see that you really pound your meat. No cheatin'.'
"I protested for a while, but I could see I wasn't getting anywhere so I dropped my pants and shorts and sat down on the couch. Naturally, with two guys staring at me, I wasn't able to get a hard on. I tried, though. I milked it, pumped it, jerked it-did everything-but couldn't make the son-of-a-bitch come up."
Author: "Did they still insist after that?"
Dave: "They sure as hell did! Ron came over and told me to relax, that he'd see what he could do."
Author: "Did you suspect that he might be a homosexual at that moment?"
Dave: "Yes, in a way. Ron had a strange look on his face and I thought sure as hell he was going to try to suck me off. I'd heard about guys at school who were fruits, but I had never put Ron in that category. But he didn't try anything like that. He just pushed my hand away, took hold of my limp cock, and began milking it slowly. His hand felt warm. He'd go way down to the base of it, then slowly milk it toward him."
Author: "The other boy-Marty-did he take part?"
Dave: "Not right away. He had sat down beside me while Ron played with my dick. All he did was look and occasionally make some comment. Nothing important, just nonsense about how Ron should do it. As it was, I thought Ron was doing a damn good job, because I was starting to get hard."
Author: "Did you think this act a little unusual for two college students to engage in?"
Dave: "Sure, I thought about it. I knew we were doing something that couldn't be called normal, but it wasn't as serious as having a guy suck you off."
Author: "But you allowed the other boy to fondle your genitals anyway?"
Dave: "That's a nice way of saying he was jacking me off. But whatever you call it, it felt damn good. I had goofed around once when I was real small but that was so long ago I couldn't remember how good it was. Or even if it was good.
"Well, by now, Ron had me hard as a rock and started to move a lot faster. I could feel the tickle at the base of my cock and knew I'd be shooting all over the place any second.
" 'Pound it, Ron . . . pound it!' Marty said excitedly when he saw my legs beginning to churn and my ass start to work up and down. I laid my head back and tried to concentrate. I didn't want to crap out now. I only remember groaning something to the effect that I was coming, and then I exploded. I opened my eyes just in time to see the grayish-white spurts squirt up onto my chest and stomach. Marty let out a yell. I was still groaning, gritting my teeth. I felt like a damn fool all of a sudden. Ron stroked me gently now, getting the last few drops out of me. Then he turned me loose, looked down at me with a sort of wicked grin, and said, 'There, that ought to hold you for a while.' Then they both laughed like hell. I didn't. I got up and went into the bathroom and cleaned myself up.
While I was in there, I heard one of them call out, 'Hey, Dave. What are ya doin', going for seconds?' It was Marty.
"When I came out, Ron was sitting on the couch completely naked, holding his semi-erect prick in his hand. He was looking down at it, talking to it-the crazy bastard. 'Yeah, baby, you're gonna get hard again and then I'm going to see if you can spit once more for me. Come on, baby, get hard. To hell with going into a girl's cunt and getting yourself all smeared up. I'll take care of you my own way.'
"He began to pump vigorously, still talking, and both Marty and I went over and watched. I have to admit that seeing Ron's tremendous, ugly-looking cock made me get just a little excited again. I wasn't ready to go again, but I knew if I waited long enough, I could get another hard on. I still had no clothes on, but Marty did. I pointed this out to Ron. He knew what I meant immediately and ordered Marty to strip."
Author: "It's difficult to comprehend, after you achieved an orgasm and should have, by all standards, been satisfied and even a little ashamed, that you would become excited again. You had all three had orgasms, yet you continued to engage in this abnormal practice. Can you offer any explanation for this suddenly changed attitude?"
Dave: "It was sort of like a chain reaction. Ron had started the whole" thing and, inasmuch as he was like a leader to Marty and I, we just followed in his footsteps."
Author: "Had he suggested a homosexual act, would you and the other boy have indulged in this, too?"
Dave: "Of course not. We aren't queer, if that's what you're driving at. There's a hell of a difference in sucking a guy's cock and just jacking him off-a hell of a big difference. Some guys go out with girls and have the girl pull their meat for them, or they come home-like Ron did-and jerk it off themselves. So, what's the big deal about another guy doing it for you? None. That's the way we looked at it. We got our kicks that way, so we did it.
"Well, anyway, I left off where Ron was sitting on the couch pulling his pud, didn't I? And Marty was supposed to take his clothes off, which he did. He stood there watching Ron, as I did, and both of us looking just a little ridiculous with our wet-tipped dicks hanging down in front of us.
" 'All right, you guys, let's get with it,' Ron said. 'Start pumpin'.' We did. Half-heartedly, but a try nevertheless. Very much to my surprise, I started to get hard again. I pumped away like crazy and got it up pretty good, but I couldn't make it spit. Neither could Marty. And he was really going at it now. Ron was something else again. He had that big pole gripped in his hand and was really slapping the shit out of it. I could hear the skin snapping, along with his talking to it. 'Come on, baby . . . spit ... spit...'
"It did. Ron let out a deep groan. His legs stiffened out in front of him and his head fell back on the couch, eyes pinched shut. Both Marty and I stopped and watched. Ron must have milked himself pretty dry the first time because just one little blob spurted out, and the rest sort of oozed out over the head. When he had stroked it a little more, he sort of collapsed and muttered, 'Oh, man . . .' He just lay there, eyes closed, and panting from the effort. His cock jerked periodically, like a twitch, the plum-like head enlarging slightly each time.
"That was our first session. After that, they not only came easier, but they also improved, with each of us supplying new innovations. I look back on that first time as a rather tame affair compared to what we did later.
"I remember one time I came into the room and Ron was all excited. 'Baby,' he said, 'have I got it or have I got it! Man, oh, man, oh, man!' He was all smiles and rubbing his hands together as though he was hiding the most delicious of all secrets.
" 'Yeah? What the hell have you got that's got you all worked up?' I asked. 'And where's Marty?'
" 'I sent him to the store for some . . . but, wait, let me show you.' He went into the little kitchen area and brought out a plate. On it was a large piece of liver. It looked like hell, lying there in a pool of blood.
" 'So? You bought some liver. What about it?'
" 'Instant pussy, baby,' he almost screamed. 'Cunt a la carte!' Then he threw his head back and roared with laughter.
" 'What the hell are you talking about-instant pussy?'
" 'You dumb-dumb, don't you see? We can use this in place of the real thing. Cheaper by a mile, too.'
" 'You mean ...?'
" 'Natch. Warm it up a little and stick your dick into it. Man, why didn't I think of this before?'
"I studied him for a while, looking at the liver, then him. I thought for sure he had flipped his lid. T think you've had it,' I said.
" 'Not yet, I haven't. . . but I'm going to.'
" 'It doesn't look very damn interesting to me. It'll be one hell of a mess ... all that blood . . .'
" 'You wash it, stupid. Wash it real good in good warm water, then fuck the shit out of it! Marty went out to get himself some. You gonna get in on it?'
"The whole idea seemed preposterous. Liver! Jesus! I vaguely remembered somebody telling about fucking a piece of liver once, but I thought it was a bunch of bullshit. I could see now it wasn't. I told Ron I'd think about it, see how it worked with him and Marty. Maybe then I'd try.
" 'You guys ought to give me a little bonus for saving you money. A goddamned cunt would cost you a hell of a lot more than this buck's worth of liver. Besides that, I can use it over again.'
" 'Yeah, until it starts to rot and stink up the place.'
" 'Oh, I don't know. Wash it good every time and keep it in salt water and . . . anyway, did you ever get a whiff of a girl's snatch? They're not the best smelling items in the world, either, you know. Here, smell of this. You smell anything bad about it? Hell no, you don't. And you won't, either.'
" 'When you going to try it?' I asked.
" 'Tonight, man, tonight. Right after I get through with my math. You better get yourself some. Once you see Marty and I go to town on this, you'll want some, too.'
"That evening turned out to be pretty hectic, to say the least. Marty came back, grinning like hell, and waving his package of liver around like some kind of nut. Both of them did a lot of jabbering that evening while they were doing their school work, joking about their new discovery, and telling me I'd better go out and get some liver for myself. They kept after me so goddamn long that I finally broke down and went out and got a pound. You know, I felt like a damn fool when I went to the butcher shop. I felt sure the guy knew what I was going to use it for. He didn't say anything, but the way he looked at me made me blush slightly.
"By the time I got back, Ron and Marty had finished their studies and had stripped down to their shorts. We usually sat around the place like that, even if we weren't going to do anything. When I walked in, they jumped up and pulled off their shorts. They were all excited about getting started and told me to hurry and strip down. I did, then unwrapped the liver. It was a mess. Blood ran out of the paper and dripped on the floor. I didn't think that damn mess looked one bit sexy. In fact, it halfway turned my stomach just looking at it. Not Ron. Or Marty. They had already unwrapped theirs and had gone into the bathroom to wash it off. Ron said he was going to sit down in the tub and try it that way first, just in case it made a mess. Marty and I said we'd watch while he did it.
"When he had thoroughly rinsed it, Ron applied a little soap to it, then made it into a circle, leaving a little hole for his cock. Then he soaped up his dick a little and stuck the head of it into the center of the liver. He was gripping the liver with both hands and began to slide it up and down on his dick.
" 'Yeah, yeah, yeah ... it works . . . it's good." he gushed. 'Oh, man ... yeahhhh ...'
"After that, none of us said anything. Marty and I just stood there and watched. Ron was moaning and groaning as he screwed that crazy piece of liver. He quit suddenly, turned over and got on his knees in the tub, then lowered his head and rested it on the end of the tub. This left his hands free to hold the liver in place and also gave his hips more freedom of movement. 'Ah, that's better,' he said.
"I was surprised he didn't get himself all messed up from it. There was just a little bit of pinkish droplets dripping into the tub, a combination of soap suds, water, and the juice from the liver.
"When Ron came, he shot and shot. He said it was the best stroke-job he had ever had. He got out
ISA of the tub and held onto his piece of liver like it WM a precious jewel or something. He went into the kitchen and I could hear him sloshing in the sink, so I knew he was cleaning his liver for future use."
Author: "Did you and Marty then proceed to follow this rather bizarre act?"
Dave: "We sure did. And it was just as good as Ron said it was. Both Marty and I blew our nuts that way that night. Later, we thought of different ways we could use it. One was for one of the others to hold it, or we'd lay it on a piece of plastic on the floor, then get on top of it and fuck it. Marty, who came from the country, said he had heard some of the older guys talking about fucking chickens or geese and we tried for a long time to get a goose, but never did. I had heard about guys in the service fucking gooney birds on the islands. They-according to the stories-said it was really something because of the bird's hot body. Made them come right away,. We discarded the idea because a stupid bird would probably holler like hell when he was getting stuck in the ass."
Author: "Did you continue using the liver after that first week?"
Dave: "We used it until it spoiled. Ron went out and got some more for himself, but Marty and I didn't. Oh, it was good, but it was a lot of trouble to get it set up. It was a lot easier doing it by hand."
Author: "Were your sexual practices confined to masturbation alone?"
Dave: "Well, ah . . . no . . . not exactly. Actually, the liver gave Ron another idea. Marty and I were against it from the start but Ron, with his persuasiveness, won out. That's something we all knew was wrong, but we did it anyway."
Author: "Would you care to tell me about it?"
Dave: "I don't like to . . . really. To be honest with you, I'm a little embarrassed over it, even today."
Author: "Your account about the liver would seem to me to be something quite 'far out,' as you would say, so I don't see how anything else could embarrass you. Did you engage in homosexual acts?"
Dave: "Well. . . no. I don't think so. At least, not the way you usually think of it. Well, I may as well tell you-we fucked each other in the ass! Is that something so terrible?"
Author: "It's certainly not a normal act. Any sexual activity between like sexes must be viewed as abnormal, regardless of its nature."
Dave: "Well, that's what happened. Like I said, Ron came up with the idea after we had discarded the liver and talked a lot about birds. He said, 'Hey, fellas, what the hell are we spending money on liver for when we've got something as good as pussy right here?' We both looked at him kind of stupid, trying to figure out what his wild brain had cooked up now. 'Yeah, right here,' he said, patting his ass. 'All you gotta do is grease it up a little. A bunch of us guys back home used to do it that way when we were kids.'
"I doubted he had ever done it. He would have thought of it before anything else. I had the idea he was getting a little hornier all the time, and had thought of ass-fucking on the spur of the moment. But. you know, he got us to do it-and we liked it. Oh, he didn't go about it just like that. He led up to it, got us used to it a little bit at a time. He started by having me get on the floor on all fours. He greased up my asshole, then put his finger in a little way. It hurt. He eased up, then went forward again. All the while he was doing that, he had ahold of my cock and was stroking it gently. He said it would be different once I got a hard on and got hot, that I'd want to be fucked in the ass then. He had me as hard as a rock in no time. That finger in my ass was doing something to me. He used his big finger and had it all the way in me now. He plunged it in and out. The pain had gone. I was hot as hell and began moving my hips back and forth in unison with his movements on my cock and in my ass. I'll say one thing for Ron-he sure knows what he's doing when it comes to jacking off.
"He told me he could feel my prostate gland and that when I came, he'd massage it so I'd come better. And that's just what he did. With every spurt, he'd mash down on the gland a little, then release it. Man, I came and came. It was terrific. When he was through, I collapsed on the floor and lay there breathing like I'd just finished a hundred-yard dash. Wow, what a feeling!
"Panting like mad, I told Ron how good it was. Marty said he wanted to have it done to him, so Ron gave him the same treatment he had given me. And Marty reacted about the same way I did. Now we were both lying on the floor, flat on our stomachs, breathing heavily.
" 'Okay, one of you cats,' Ron said, 'how about doing me?'
"Neither of us moved for a while. Finally, I figured I had rested longer than Marty, so I got up and greased up Ron's asshole. I started to stick my finger in, but found I was just a little squeamish about doing this. I took my hand away. I took hold of Ron's big dick and began to stroke him off. 'Oh, no,' he said. 'In the asshole, baby, just like I did to you two guys, only I want your prick in me instead of your finger.'
"I was shocked. It was bad enough that we were fooling around with each other, but ass-fucking sounded utterly abnormal.
" T-I don't think I can, Ron,' I said. 'I'm going soft.'
" 'Well, don't let it. Here, let me pump it a little for you.' He took hold of me and milked my dick. And, naturally, it began to come up. 'Now,' he said, 'while it's still partly soft. It'll go in easier.' He pulled me around on top of him, dog-fashion, and helped me get the head of my cock in his ass. He told me to go right ahead and drive it as long as it wasn't completely hard, that he could take it. I did. I rammed forward, knowing if I didn't get it in him right away it would go soft on me again. Ron didn't wince or say a word. He was right about being able to take it. It went all the way to the hilt. I worked it back and forth a little, then reached under him and got hold of his cock once again.
"Marty crawled over on his hands and knees to see how we were doing. 'Man, that looks positively delicious,' he sighed. 'How about me giving it to you, Dave?'
"I told him to try if he wanted to, but that I didn't think my asshole was big enough to hold him, But, then, he didn't have too big a dick and I thought it might work. I still didn't know how I'd feel about getting fucked in the ass and doing the same thing to Ron, but we were in a sort of hypnotic state or something, because things just happened without any of us talking or thinking about them too much. I know, to an outsider like yourself, everything I'm telling you sounds quite far out, but we were satisfying our sex needs the only way we knew how. Oh, I admit, we didn't have to do some of the things we did, but they sort of happened by accident, one thing leading to another."
Author: "Besides the anal intercourse, did you engage in any other activities of a similar nature?"
Dave: "You're still fishing around trying to find out if any of us were queer, aren't you. Well, I can tell you, none of us did anything like that. The ass-fucking was the only thing we did together besides jacking each other off. And that, I don't think was all that bad."
Dave went on to tell me that the three of them practiced mutual masturbation and anal intercourse during both their freshman and sophomore years in school. During their junior year Ron did not return to school, so Dave and Marty roomed together. Their sex activities were not quite as bizarre between the two of them as they had been when Ron roomed with them. However, they still engaged in mutual masturbation about twice a week. Dave also told me that he masturbated every day, regardless of whether Marty joined him or not. He said he thought Marty masturbated every day, also, although he wasn't sure whether this was true.
Mutual masturbation today, in my opinion, is one of the most widespread and growing practices, even among the swinging and mate-swapping sets. The advent of correspondence sex clubs the world over has introduced to the general public avenues of approach to variations in the performance of mutual masturbation that few people even considered ten or twenty years ago.
At swinging parties, couples and singles freely masturbate each other with fingers, hands, toes, nipples, artificial penises, vibrators, bananas, and a great variety of properly configured objects. Whether in groups or in pairs, many of those who masturbate each other or themselves are satisfying a basic sadomasochistic urge. They are, first of all, punishing and humiliating themselves, by performing self-masturbation or by allowing the partner to bring about an orgasm by hand.
At the same time the pressure of self-exposure is relieved because the partner is equally involved in the very same kind of humiliation.
Of the three subjects, Ron's problem was by far the more pronounced. It was he who suggested each innovation. The others merely followed. In all probability, neither of the other two would have become involved in anything more than masturbation in cannot be viewed with alarm or considered abnormal.
CHAPTER TEN
Sexual contacts between humans and animals have long been considered primarily as a stage "attraction." For years, travelers have returned from the Latin American countries and described the weird shows they have seen. Usually, these shows involved a girl and either a pony or a dog in a performance of sexual intercourse on a specially built table and harness affair on a stage. People who viewed these spectacles were aghast, almost refusing to believe what they saw with their own eyes, yet enthralled over the utter debasement of a female human being.
Of course, there were "occasional" sexual contacts between animals and country boys, but this was usually done "as a lark and even then very rarely." Occurrences of bestial contact between women and household pets or other animals were considered too few to be held as highly significant in evaluations of human sexual behavior. For years, jokes were made about women and their "lap" dogs, everyone realizing that a woman who treated her pet as a human was surely allowing the dog to lick or "lap" her vagina or genital area. Very rare instances of women having sexual intercourse with a dog, usually a large dog, were uncovered but, again, were not viewed as a yardstick of human sexual practices. Yet, major studies in sexual relations indicate staggering conclusions to the contrary, if the percentages of such contacts are projected from sample representations to population data. For example, Dr. Alfred Kinsey, et al., in Sexual Behavior
In The Human Female, showed that 3.6 percent of adult females in their sample had had sexual contacts with animals, another 1 percent fantasized such contacts while they masturbated, and another I percent had dreamed of having animals as sex partners. The figures would indicate that of the 50 million adult women in the U.S., more than I% million women either indulge in dreams or actually take part in sexual activities with animals. In almost all cases, the animal is a dog.
In recent years, undoubtedly as the result of increasing sexual enlightenment, the "my pet needs a sex life too" dogma has reared a compassionate head, so that pet owners are transferring their own sexual desire and identities to their pets. Surprisingly, this motivation is offered often by subjects involved in bestial relations with household pets, especially with cats and small dogs such as Chihuahuas and toy poodles, where the total bestial effort is in masturbation of the animals or joint masturbation by the subject of herself and the animal.
There are probably many such pet owners who not only feel that their pets deserve a sex life, but who provide it themselves. The number is not known, for the people who engage in these practices are extremely reluctant to talk about them. But one kennel owner stated that one of his customers, an attractive widow, told him, "It's something I'd rather not talk about, but I know if I don't jack him off (referring to her dog) every so often he tears things up." The man went on: "One woman went to jail for fellating her dog, but it's just not something that comes to light very often, and we don't talk about it. The other kind, the woman that uses the dog for her own satisfaction, you can spot some of those. When you kneel down with a dog and it noses toward a certain spot persistently you can be pretty sure what's happening. A dog that's been trained to do it with one woman will go at it with another. I see quite a few of those."
Bestial cases, like homosexuality and other non: violent sex variants, seldom come to the attention of psychiatrists except as incidentals of other neuroses. Deviates are happy in their deviations. A homosexual, for example, is at home with the "gay" set, out of place in the world of straight people. Bestiality seldom comes to the attention of law enforcement officials; there is no public accosting or seduction-or entrapment, which is the foundation of most arrests on morals charges.
Where it was almost impossible to uncover bestial activity in the past because of its very sordid nature, it can now be discovered quite easily through organized clubs and groups who make a specialty of such activity. This is what has been both surprising and shocking to psychiatrists over the past few years-that animals have been used as active participants in groups. No longer are they employed as actors to be observed.
Virginia S., 29, is a prostitute. She has been through the sexual mill, having experienced almost every conceivable method of sexual activity. She has no qualms about relating what she has done in connection with sex. However, even she is surprised over some of the antics of the sex-obsessed generation. Here is how she tells it:
"Sex? Shit, man, I've been there. I've done everything and had about everything done to me. When I first started in the racket, I used to think sucking a guy's prick was a terrible thing to do. I gradually got used to that, then started taking it up the rear end. It's no fun for me, but what the hell, if some guy pays me enough, I'll let him corn-hole me. So, you get the kooks and the weirdoes mixed in with the straights. One guy laid down on his back and asked me to piss in his face. I did. Another guy wanted me to shit on his chest. I did that, too. One screwball sat on my chest and had me jack him off so he could watch his come shoot into my face.
"All that kind of bullshit went on and I took it in stride. In fact, the kook is the one who pays the best. I get ten or twenty for a straight piece of ass, but the weirdo will pay fifty, maybe a hundred to use your body in some way other than just fucking. So what would you do-turn down a fast hundred? Not me, baby.
"But, you know, lately I've run into some things I never thought happened. These new cats are really wild. They do things that are so far out it's hard even for me to figure them out. Take, for instance, this last party I went to. Oh, I might explain a little about it first. You see, as a pro, I hook up with a guy who's in on all the big weird parties. They call him and ask for a girl or two, hookers, to come to the party and get things rolling. It seems some of these little housewives are a bit squeamish about starting and they need a little prodding from us pros. Of course, no one there knows we're pros except the guy who's throwing the party. The way we usually start out is the host tells one of the men to get out in the center of the room and take on one of the women. The host asks for volunteers and it's always one of us who steps up. I don't know what it is with people, but they seem to like to watch a girl sucking a man off. It sends them somehow. So, we start there. After that, everybody gets with it and the party roars into the night.
"Well, anyway, this party I went to started out about like all the rest only the host arranged with me to make the first move. Make it sound spontaneous, he told me, like I was one of them. When he gave me the nod, I went out to the middle of the floor and called out, 'Okay, you studs, who wants the best blow-job in town? Step right up here and get it." Two guys almost busted their ass getting to me, so I took one of them and blew him till he got his rocks off. My partner, Ginny, was next. She said she'd like to get fucked by the biggest cock there. Of course, there had to be a measuring contest first to find out who had the biggest prick.
"During these first acts, most of the people just stand around and gawk. I guess maybe they're getting up nerve or something, or else waiting to get themselves hot. So, Ginny finished her guy. People clapped, made a few comments on the techniques used and shit like that. After that, quite a few of them pair off and go and do whatever the hell they're going to do. Half of them disappear, the other half just starts going at it right there in the main room. Blowing, eating pussy, fucking-the works. Maybe some sixty-nine, maybe some jacking off.
"The host let everybody fart around for about an hour, then he walked to the center of the floor like it was some damn kind of circus ring or something, and announced that he had a big treat for all of us. With that, he left us all standing there looking stupid, and disappeared through the kitchen door. In a little while he was back, and I could have shit my britches right there. With him was a big, ugly-looking dog, a mastiff or one something like it, and a naked girl. He was grinning from ear to ear, the dog was sniffing around at the girl's ass, and the girl was looking about as dumb as we were. Great scene.
"Well, I was no stranger to this dog-fucking bit. I'd been involved in it a few times myself at stag parties; and once when I was flat-ass broke in Panama, I took a job in one of those honky-tonk dives where they had fucking going on right on the stage. I had the dog, another girl had a small horse. Another great scene. So, you see, I've been there, too. Ain't nothing going to surprise little Virginia. So, I figure this is just another one of those things where a girl gets laid by a dog. Big deal. She ought to try it with a horse. I look at Ginny, she looks at me. We both shrug. She's got ahold of some guy's dick and some guy's got his finger in my pussy, so we don't give a shit about this dog bit.
"The girl lays down on the floor and the mutt goes right to sniffing her pussy. The host said this was going to be a real treat, so we're waiting to see what the hell's so new about a lousy mutt eatin' a pussy. Or maybe dickin' the broad. She starts to writhe around, her white skin reflecting the light from a big spotlight this cat has rigged over her. The dog is already starting to lick her pussy, and his dong is coming out of its sheath. Big son-of-a-bitch, too. Jesus, I never saw a mutt with a hunk of meat like that thing. There's a lot of slurping going on as the dog licks her box. Its tail wags friskily, which I figure I'd do, too, if I was a male and had a damn sausage like that. The girl's knees are up, then down, going faster now so she must be ready to come already.
"The guy who has his finger in me takes it away and starts beatin' his meat like he's all shook up. The sight on the floor does this to him, I guess, and as I look around, I see everybody kind of glassy-eyed and doing one thing or another, but only with their hands. As we stand there and watch, the girl's body tenses. She erupts suddenly, pulling the mutt's head into her and driving her hips up. So, that's that, I figure. But I'm wrong as hell. There's more to this.
"She lies still for a few minutes while everyone in the joint mumbles a bunch of oh's and ah's, and I think they're all really pretty square if this little scene sends them. The broad on the floor has her arm across her face, the dog is still down there licking away. Then the girl stirs and opens her eyes like she's suddenly woke up from a good dream. She smiles happily, looking down at the dog. She makes some little satisfied sounds and sits up, pulling the dog to her to give him a big hug, squeezing his hairy body tight between her titties. She rocks back and forth, humming to herself, just like she's all alone in the room. Kooky. Then suddenly, she laughs out loud and I think she's flipped. She reaches down and takes hold of the dog's stiff, red spear and begins to work the hairy sheath back and forth. The dog's tail stops wagging and its body tenses. She laughs again, and says out loud, 'Oh, you really like it, don't you, boy?' and then she laughs again, jacking that big hound off pretty fast now. Well, I figure that's only fair. He has to get his rocks off, too. Then suddenly the dog whimpers, and cringes just slightly. The crazy broad says 'Oh, did I hurt you, big boy?'
"Then she does something that almost makes me heave my guts right there. She bends down and takes the dog's wet, red poker in her mouth, rolling her tongue moistly around it, sucking on it, still manipulating the foreskin, but slower now, letting her tongue ride around the pointed tip as the skin exposes it, then allowing the hairy skin to brush up over it as her lips reach further around the base. She takes her mouth away, laughing, looking at the dog. The dog's big prick glistens in the light from the fresh moisture of the girl's mouth. She giggles a little, then furiously jacks him some more, and puts her mouth to it, and the dog's legs, stretched out, begin to jerk convulsively. Tiny squeaks come out of the dog as it begins to thrash, and the girl seems to be surprised at how big the dog's prick has become in her mouth. The big knob is laying practically on her chin and leaves a wet spot where it's touched her. The dog lunges forward, quivers, his ass jerking and driving that big dong deep into the girl's mouth. And I guess all the dog's juice is squirting into her mouth and I got all I can do now to keep from puking all over the place. I see the girl gag and then she begins to laugh again, her mouth still sucking hard on the mutt's dick.
"Well, sir, I've seen a lot of dog acts, but this thing is something else again. After I saw the crazy broad suck off that mutt, I was ready to go home. I mean, fucking a hound is one thing, or having him lick your pussy, but to suck one off! A dog's cock is so damn slippery and slimy looking. It's enough to turn your stomach just looking at one, but putting it in your mouth . .."
The act described by Virginia cannot be considered as a normal occurrence, even among swingers, but the very fact that it happened is important! The sexual menagerie of today is as vast as a barnyard. The sexual thrill seekers are ever at work frying to devise new and different methods to employ animals in their sex acts. Reports of anal intercourse by animals and humans, including men, are appearing with more regularity as probes into the sexual habits of human beings go deeper and deeper.
The correlation between sex and pain (sadomasochism) and bestial impulses can sometimes be traced to traumatic events in childhood. Karen R., raped at the age of fourteen, exhibited a gradual animalistic compulsion which later changed to bestial urges. She told this story.
"I had stayed after school a little later than usual and was just making my way out when three boys grabbed me. At first I thought they were just trying to scare me and that they would leave me go when they had had their little fun. But it didn't work out that way. They dragged me down into the basement of the school and started mauling me around. I wanted to scream but I was so petrified no sound would come out.
" 'Let's get her clothes off,' one of them said and I felt my panties being yanked down my legs, and then they unzipped the back of my dress. One of them told the others to be careful with my clothes, not to rip anything and not to bruise me, and maybe it wouldn't look like they'd forced me. And then they laid me on my own clothes on the cement floor.
"And then a mouth-I think the boy's name was George-went down on my breast, almost swallowing it, his tongue on my nipple, and the suddenness of it, it caught me so unawares and I moaned, and about that time somebody stuck their finger inside me, and I felt things I'd never felt before.
" 'Look at her!' one of them laughed. 'She's grow-in' a beard down there!' It was because I had grown a few hairs and they were making fun of it. 'Yeah, and she likes what we're doin'.' Then somebody else said, 'She'll like a nice stiff prick in her even better!' and then they were stuffing me, somebody's whole hand, splitting me down there.
"I tried to wriggle free but couldn't. My voice busted out of my throat, and then two of them hit me. One of them slapped me in the face, the other one hit me in the stomach, hard, with his fist. 'Shut up, you little bitch!'
"And then they started arguing about who was going first. They all took turns, first putting their things in the normal way, then they made me suck them, and a couple of them made me turn over and they did it in my behind. This kid George kept whispering to me that everything was going to be all right, that they weren't really hurting me, that I'd really get to liking it after awhile. I didn't even want to see them; half the time I didn't know anything except that one of them was heavy on me, in me, or one of them had me by the hair, holding my head off the floor while I gagged trying to suck them as well as I could so they wouldn't hit me anymore.
"When they finally stopped, I was raw and bloody, bruised and sore all over. My face was swollen from crying and from their slapping me and my lip was cut on the inside and bloody. My clothes were soaked with blood and sweat and the stuff that had come out of them. George and one of the others, a colored boy, helped me get my clothes back on and then they left me there in the basement. I just sat and cried for a long time. When I got upstairs I saw through the door at the end of the hall it was still daylight outside, and that was a surprise to me. I went into the girl's washroom to try to straighten myself up. When I saw myself in the mirror, I fainted, and they found me like that, lying on the floor.
"At the hospital the police kept asking me did I encourage them in any way. Was I sure I didn't encourage them in any way. Maybe I was just letting one of them get a little when the others came in. They were like trying to put the blame on me and I don't know to this day why they did that. One of the boys disappeared, the other two spent a little time in the reform "school. I went to live with my aunt in another city. Every time I ever let anybody know what had happened they looked at me funny, like I had done the raping or something.
"A couple of years later, when I was sixteen, I fell madly in love with a boy. Tim. He was so sensitive, so nice and sweet, so considerate. He never touched me but what he was as gentle as a kitten, and I loved him for it. We went together for almost a year with him doing no more than caressing and kissing my breasts, and occasionally I'd let him put his hand up my skirt, between my legs, and he'd massage me gently with his finger.
"That's what I want, that's all I want, I kept telling myself; but all the time I was remembering, I was feeling that hand thrusting, tearing and splitting at my nest. I kept having crazy, lurid dreams, and kept seeing huge, giant male organs in my mind. I kept thinking about them being rammed into me, in my nest, in my behind-and in my mouth, choking me, gagging me, splitting me until I passed out with the sheer delight of the thoughts. I rubbed my fuzz-box, right on my clit, forcing myself to come time after time, and then I'd cry myself to sleep. Sometimes Tim would be sucking my breasts, and I'd squeeze his head so hard I just knew I was going to suffocate him, and when he had his hands on me I'd go wild, wanting him to squeeze and pinch and gouge me. But I couldn't say anything, I couldn't do anything about it. I started using a candle in me, the handle of a hair brush-anything. I began to massage myself for hours at a time using Vaseline and first hot douches and then cold douches. I'd squeeze and gouge at my nipples and breasts until they hurt like everything.
"We had a dog, a cocker, a small one. I tried to use it but it wouldn't do anything, and I must have hurt it playing with his little thing, because after a while it wouldn't even come near me. The dog finally got to be a ... a ... I think you call it a fixation . . . with me. I wanted that damn dog to want me, to love me, and sometimes while I was satisfying myself I'd think of that dog. And then I started thinking about other animals. About big animals. Gorillas, horses, elephants, and big, fighting bulls. I'd think things like how it would be to have an ostrich bury his whole head and neck, all of it, inside me. It got to where I was thinking about being raped all the time. By really ferocious men, dozens of them, and by animals that wanted to tear the limbs out of my joints and stuff me with them.
"I don't know why but I was already obsessed with ideas like these before I ever touched Tim. And then one night in his car he was playing with me under my skirt, his finger inside the leg of my panties. And then for the first time I took them off. He was playing with me and I was laying back enjoying it, wanting it harder, violent, but not saying anything. And then I unzipped his pants and put my hand in. I pulled it out and held it in my two hands, feeling it hard and erect and throbbing. And it felt so warm. I massaged it, gently at first, and then as his breathing got heavy, faster and harder.
"It was just seconds, and then he yelled, 'Stop, baby! Stop!' His hand came away from my body and grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand away. But I jerked loose and grabbed that hot cock again. I had this urge that I wanted to take it, to swallow it whole! I heard myself squealing, and then I bent down to it, tasting, smelling manhood for the first time since that rape, and then I was sucking hard, rolling my tongue around it. And then it started thrusting and spurting in my mouth, and then I felt a whole hand straining in my pussy, twisting, gouging, reaching for my insides. It was my own hand! But suddenly with him in my mouth, trying to swallow all of him, gagging, feeling it spurting in my throat, feeling that hand gouging at my insides from the other end, I was going back, .-"living that time those boys had forced me . . . and then rim was groaning, coming, and then he grabbed my head with his hands, thrusting deeper into my throat, violently, the first violent move, ever, and then he groaned louder, one time, and with all the strength he could muster, in quick, hard spasm, he forced himself all the way down my throat. I gagged, my stomach knotting, turning, and the pain! I started to black out, unable to breathe. But at the same time I felt myself coming, not like I usually did, but beautifully and gloriously, like something I'd never felt before. I had my two hands, my ringers from both hands stuck inside my pussy, grasping the sides, trying to split myself wide open, feeling myself splitting and coming and coming and coming until there just wasn't any more. And I knew I had my teeth closed around Tim's cock, felt my teeth sinking deep in the hard flesh. He cried out, tried to force me away, off him, but I clung on with my teeth as the orgasms wracked my body. I started tearing at his dick with my mouth, trying to tear it completely off, to swallow it. It was so good! And I wanted to eat it! I wanted to bite it off, chew it up and swallow it. And then he started beating on me, on my back, on my neck, his fists pounding into me. I tasted blood, not knowing if it was mine or his, and then from the ecstasy, from the blinding ecstasy, from the choking, from the orgasm, from the pain, from his fist beating me on the head, tasting blood, tasting the violence, everything went black. But for the first time in my life I knew what it was like to come-really come. It was like something had exploded inside of me.
"Sex was mean and ugly and painful. The beauty was in the pain, in ugliness, in viciousness. It was getting rid of the fake human inhibitions, the gentleness, the sweetness and light. It was becoming an animal again, a jungle animal, with no thought but pure selfish animalistic ecstasy."
During the next year Karen began to date the brawniest men she could find, and the uglier they appeared to her the more they excited her. The sex she wanted with men was brutal, violent. She wanted to hurt and be hurt, she wanted to be taken savagely. She was inevitably disappointed in the size of their organs, however, and as time passed she grew more forward about initiating a kiss during which she would seize their organs in her hand, testing the size. If she wasn't satisfied with the size, she would tell the man to "get lost." If the man grew violent with her about leading him on, it pleased her; the idea of being raped was still high in her consciousness. She had affairs with dozens of men during that period. The only ones that were of even token satisfaction were Negro. She would be almost delirious with the picture of her own white skin against the dark flesh of her lover.
She recounts another episode in her wild search for satisfaction.
"I had been introduced to this big black boy, Leon, by one of my girlfriends. She told she had had him and he was built like a horse. Well, that's just what I was looking for. It had all been arranged ahead of time-I knew what I wanted and Leon knew why I was meeting him. Piss on the preliminaries, let's fuck, I thought. When we met, we shook hands! Imagine! I pulled my hand away and reached right down and unzipped his pants. I reached in and pulled out the most massive looking black rolling pin I'd ever seen! When I pulled it out, it was still limp, but as I held it, it began to stiffen and grow, arching upward, the head with its one eye pushing out of the band of loose skin like a turtle slowly extending its head from its shell. I sensed myself moving, drawn toward it, and I know my eyes were popping out of my head. I sensed my hand tighten on it. I felt the smooth satiny touch of it and my fingers closed around it even tighter. I squeezed. I heard Leon gasp. His hands fell lightly on my head. I kneeled down in front of him and rubbed his big dick against my cheek. I kissed it long and loving.
"I felt the zipper on the back of my dress go down and the hooks of my bra suddenly release my breasts. I had to let go with my hands, one at a time, while the dress and bra straps were pulled down over my shoulders, off my arms, and then my hands went back, both of them gripping, and I wished I had two more hands to grip it with. The top of my dress draped around my hips, and I felt hands cup my breasts, mashing and kneading the flesh, circling the nipples with the tips of fingers. I bent my head forward, feeling the monstrous head of that beautiful big prick go into my mouth. I strained to get it against the back of my mouth at the top of my throat, pushing and straining, tasting the sweetness of it, taking as much as I could force inside, and still both my hands gripped it in front of my mouth. I moved my hands back and forth on the shaft, feeling the skin inside my mouth wrinkling and smoothing, loosening and tightening. I moaned, and let go of the shaft with one hand to crush his hands tighter into me. The smell of sex was strong as Leon's juices and my saliva intermingled on his cock, a strong, musky, sort of haunting smell that's hard to describe. But it's there. It drives into your nostrils and forces its way into your body, igniting you inside.
"All that had happened so far had happened right out in the middle of the room. Leon's friend, Cletus, walked in on us just about the time we were getting ready to sprawl on the floor and start fucking. He didn't say anything, just smiled and went over to a chair and sat down. Leon suggested then that Cletus should get in on what we were doing, that I could handle both of them at the same time. The very idea of it excited me even more. Leon took his dick out of my mouth, dropped down on his knees, in front of me and said 'What do ya say, baby? Let's get in the bed.' Then he kissed me on the mouth and picked me up at the same time, and carried me into the bedroom. I stripped off my clothes, so did Leon. Cletus came in about a minute later, also naked.
"Leon had laid me on the bed on my back. I reached out and took hold of his prick again, and Cletus came over and hung his big dong in front of my face. I say hung because he hadn't gotten hard yet. He climbed up on the bed on his knees, kneeling beside my head as Leon's mouth and hands began to move over my breasts, my neck, my breasts again, my stomach, my sides. I stared at that huge cock. I could see nothing else-two of them, in fact. I kissed one of them-I don't even know which-and slowly started moving the skin on the shaft, watching it ride up over the crown and then back down again, jacking it, loving it. A finger rode through the crack between my legs and found my clit and started massaging it gently. My body started writhing of its own accord, I couldn't keep it still. And then the bed shifted, and my legs were being spread and I felt that mouth moving up the insides of my thighs, all the way from my knees, tantalizing me, and then the hands again, dipping into my nest, then moving downward even more and into my asshole, then hack up again, and I was practically screaming with desire, not really for a mouth but with the desire to feel this tremendous bludgeon I held in my hands ramming into me.
"The hot mouth reached the joining, and I felt my eyes rolling away somewhere, heard my breath sucking in my chest, and for just an instant I forgot about everything else. My knees buckled upward, my legs squeezing together, trying to crush the head between them, trying to force the entire head inside me. The mouth was sucking, kneading the clitoris between thick lips, then opening wider, taking more and more of the flesh inside it, and that tongue, pressing and lashing across the clitoris moved down, deeper in the crack, found the depths and pushed its way inside. I let go then. I took Cle-tus' big cock and stuffed it in my mouth, driving it so far into my throat it almost choked me.
"But I wanted more than Leon's tongue in my pussy now. I wanted that big club. I wanted him to bust me wide open if he could. I reached down and took his head in my hands and pulled him out of my crotch and up to me. I kissed his big, wet lips, tasting my own sex on them, and licking at them. I reached down and pulled him toward my body, toward the hole that was made for what I held in my hands. And all the while I was gorging myself on one just like it! It was simply great!
"I took Cletus' cock out just long enough to say, 'Okay, you monster, let's have that cock. Drive it in me!' He put his rough fingers down there and spread my lips, the head of his weapon finding the opening by itself. He slowly began to enter. I could feel myself spread. Oh, he was big! He began to grind his pelvis, supporting the weight and the full length of him with his knees and his hands on the bed beside me. The way it felt, the shooting pains as he went deeper into me, was out of this world.
"I took hold of the cheeks of his ass. waited about a second, then yanked him to me, driving myself upward at the same time. Oh, the pain! The utter hurt of it! I felt like a fence post had been driven into me! I could feel myself getting ready to come. I wanted Cletus to come at the same time. I wanted him to fill me with that beautiful liquid. I would suck it out of him, all of it, and swallow it, and love it! And we exploded. Rockets seemed to go off. Rockets and flashes of light and sensations of pain -and the taste of sex filling my mouth.
"I spent three days there with those two and, when it was over, they could hardly walk! I had fucked and sucked them into a state of almost complete collapse. But I was still ready for more! I knew then, that not even two humans could satisfy me. I had to look for something else. I mean, if two stud blacks can't make you happy after three days, then there just isn't any man who can do it.
"Before I left, I told Leon and Cletus if they could find me a good stud I'd be interested. Both of them were so fucked out, they could barely navigate around that little apartment, and when I told them that, they just lay there and looked at each other kind of blank like. They didn't say anything, but I knew what they were thinking.
"After that, it was one guy after another, but none of them did a thing for me. Every so often, I'd go back to see Leon or Cletus-it didn't matter and get a pretty good ride and maybe blow them a little, but there was something missing. We'd sit around and talk about sex, and the different things we had done, and then one day Leon told about some broad he knew who used to put on an act with a pony. You know that story. I think everybody in the world knows about it by now. But it got me interested in animals again. With all the sex I was having, the thought occurred to me every so often, but I sort of brushed it out of my mind. But now, with the biggest cocks I had ever seen not being able to satisfy me, I began to wonder if maybe an animal of some kind would do the job.
"I asked Leon if he had any ideas and he told me he'd think about it. Cletus popped up then, and said he knew a girl who owned a big dog. It was either a Great Dane or a mastiff or boxer or some damn thing, but he said if I wanted to try, he'd bring the damn mutt over. Hell, why not, I said. He said he didn't know if the dog would know what to do, but I told him not to worry about it, that I'd take care of that dog if it was the last thing I ever did. It was agreed, then, that he'd bring the dog over the next day.
"You can imagine what I was thinking all the time I was waiting for the time to arrive! Here I had been thinkin, and dreaming about doing it with an animal and, suddenly, the time was here. Oh, I was thrilled! I think I came a few times just sitting around thinking about it. I only hoped the damn dog was built! I didn't want any of those little, carrot-like jobs poking around in me.
"Well, I was at Leon's the next night and anxious as hell to get started with this new kick. I mean, the very idea of having an animal fuck you is a big blast in itself. All the fur and the hairy skin that covers it, and the long, smooth tongues that dogs have. I was so excited, I took off my clothes right after I walked in! I wanted that dog to go at me right away.
"And he 'did. I think they know by just the smell of a pussy that's what you want. That big mutt took one look at me lying back on the couch where
I had propped myself, and came right over. He immediately began sniffing my legs, ears perking up, and sort of shivering. He didn't waste any time moving right into my nest. He sniffed at it a little, then began to slowly lick it. I reached down and spread my lips wide open for him and when his tongue hit that tender inside skin, I thought I'd go through the roof! With only a few licks, the skyrockets started going off in my head, and I clutched the dog's head to me, burying his nose in me. He just kept right on licking even though I had him practically smothered in pussy. His tongue was like a rapier, reaching deep inside me with slow, even strokes.
"But that wasn't why I wanted that dog. I wanted his cock in me. I twisted around to get a look at it, and right there I had another thrill and I think I even came a little. His big, red pecker was sticking out of its sheath and it looked positively delicious! Not that I wanted to put my mouth on it, but I could almost feel how that red-hot poker would be inside of me.
"I didn't know exactly how I was going to get him on top of me. I didn't think having him work or. me from the front would be too convenient so I asked Leon what he thought. He said that dogs did it best from behind, that was their natural way, and that I would probably have better luck if I got down on all fours on the floor. He'd help steer it in, he said. I might add that both Leon and Cletus were almost as excited as I was. I don't know why, but they had both taken off their clothes and their big hard-ons were standing away from their bodies and bobbed up and down as they walked around the room.
"I got down on all fours and waited for the dog's spear to stick me. I could feel the juice running out of my pussy as I waited, and felt myself shiver a little, too. The dog seemed disappointed. He bent himself around and began licking his drooling dick. 'Oh, no, you brute,' I said. 'You stick that thing in me and forget about sucking yourself off!'
"Leon led him over to me, stopping when the dog's nose was right next to my hind end. He hadn't lost interest, I found out. He sniffed that pussy a little, then started licking me with those beautiful long strokes once again, but this time he was covering my entire ass, up into the crack and across my asshole.
"We let him fart around like that for a while, then Leon pulled him away and helped him up on my back. I could already feel that hot tip of his dong poking around at my rear. 'Put it in, Leon! Goddamn it, stick it in me!' I almost screamed.
"Leon leaped. He took hold of that hot pecker and put the tip of it in. And that damn dog didn't wait then! He lunged forward and began pumping his ass back and forth so fast I couldn't even try to keep up. I mean, if you've ever seen a dog screwing, you know how fast their asses move. Like machine-gun fire. Ploppety-plop, back and forth. And sending that hot spear deep up into me and hitting spots no man had ever hit before. This was heaven. This was that I had been looking for.
"I made a deal for that dog that same day. Cost me fifty bucks, but it was like buying myself a permanent piece of tail. Rex-that's the dog-is everything to me. I wouldn't bother with any damn man anymore, except maybe for a little variety. But as far as satisfaction goes, no man can give me what Rex does. Maybe you think I'm some kind of over-sexed nut, and maybe you're right, but if you've ever wanted to be satisfied real bad and couldn't find it, you'd probably do something as drastic as I did. I don't plan to change . . . ever."
Casual bestial acts, where a convenient animal is used as a sort of masturbation receptacle, are not in the same category with "pet love" or the compulsive animalism practiced at the fringes of the swinging groups, where bestial interests are sought compulsively and openly. Indeed, the antics of the latter are sometimes wild studies in deliberate hysterical animalism, culminating in complete obsessions with bestial acts.
Karen is actually many things, a nymphomaniac for one. She is a neurotic on the verge of toppling over the brink into the ranks of the insane. Her entire life is centered around sex, her only motivation in life. We feel her story is unique in that she talked so freely about her activities regarding sex, especially where it centered on the abnormal. She seemed to take great delight in going into detail about her sexual acts, and even her terminology changed as she recounted her experiences, which led us to believe she was actually living each experience as she related it.
There can be no argument that Karen is a very sick person, as is every individual who engages in sexual activities with animals whether it is for exhibition purposes or for personal pleasure. The vile, disgusting practices, the obscenity of the idiom, the surface debauchery, four-letter words, four-letter actions, four-letter considerations-these she has used quite freely, and these the public heed, and these are the factors that must be ignored in dealing with the spiritually, the emotionally, and the mentally sick. But it is the terminology of the day, uttered in public without shame as a sort of backhanded slap at all the decencies of our society.
The Sex-Obsessed Generation seems to go out of its way to include every possible obscenity in its everyday language, even to the point of including four-letter words where they are not too applicable, but uttered for the simple reason that they are obscene and have a certain shock value.
