"I tensed my body and braced myself. 'Okay,' I said, and waited for her next move. My legs were already spread apart underneath the bedcover. I felt the palm of her hand rest on my covered thigh, and then I peeled the comer of the blanket forward. She took its edge into her own hand and drew it down the bed, standing. She sat down again. I was wearing a flannel dressing gown, but I raised my hips off the bed and pulled the hem up toward my waist. Now my vagina and my pubic hair were fully exposed to her sight. 'Gee, yours has gotten thicker than mine,' she said offhandedly.
"Rather in a business-like manner, she bent her head forward and down, her buttocks sliding against the bottom sheet. I closed my eyes for a second, then opened them. I saw her head-just her hair, really-above my crotch, just before her mouth descended. Suddenly I felt a warm moisture.
"The first of the assault was mild. It was her tongue tip that had first wiped the labial flesh around the hole. She teased the ripples of soft meat with the side of her tongue. She pushed the layers of flesh around from side to side. She pursed her full lips and puckered them just above the clitoris. I arched my spine and shoved my stomach and my crotch up, pushing the clit against her lips and teeth.
"I opened my eyes again, and this time I saw my sister's head bobbing. To give her more leeway, I spread my legs further apart. Now the tongue threatened the vagina itself. It brushed for a moment against the thick tuft of dark hair, then wagged back and forth over the outer lips. As I began to long for the assault, she pushed her tongue inside the hole. The walls of my organ moved in to cover the instrument.
"My cunt was instantly moist, and the musky odor of woman began to rise from it. The way of the tongue was eased, and Elaine began to move her tongue faster and with more force as she tasted the fluid I was letting escape the sides of the twat." From a case history.
What with the current flood of books concerning sexual matters, the serious researcher must ask himself upon each new endeavor, "Is this book necessary? Will its existence add anything new to the library of information available already?"
It would be less than modest to assert at the outset that this book meets that test. It is certainly offered with the belief that it does, though the judgment must finally be made by the reader, be he professional or lay.
I have felt the need for this volume for a number of reasons. The problem of incest has been treated before in serious sexual literature, but most often in theoretical terms. All of Freud's writings on the subject, for instance, are confined to general comments, theoretical statements not susceptible to scientific testing. The actual case-study approach has been largely neglected.
Moreover, those facets of incestuous activities which can be described as homosexual are most often treated together with heterosexual incestuous activities. This, I feel, is both confusing and misleading.
Finally, the matter of oral technique has rarely been studied in conjunction with incest, and never, to my knowledge, covered in book form. It may be useful to study oral techniques as they relate particularly to the homosexual-incestuous relationship, as a major technique in itself and as an opening "gambit" in such relationship.
To continue, in the subject's own words.
"With one hand she pushed my thigh away from her cheek, which was hot, almost burning. Her soft tongue licked at the inside of my box and then moved outside to the hairy skin around the entrance. I felt her lips push into my button. Gradually the upper lip drew up and exposed her teeth, which she ran gently over the sensitive tissue. Her tongue began to stretch below the clitoris to the hole once more.
"Not thinking, I reached with my hand for her head, and I dug my fingers into her hair. The tips felt the sweating of her scalp. This must have encouraged her, for she began to move her head up and down in a quick rhythm that increased the pleasure her tongue and lips now gave me. She drew her lips over her teeth and sucked at the flesh around the clit. I felt the tissue get sucked into her mouth. Then she let it go, and as she released it her mouth came into contact with my moist inner lips.
"She did this again and again, increasing the tempo of her manipulations. I pushed up, and my buttocks flexed time after time. Beneath us, my bed began to squeak. The springs were old and they moaned in time to each thrust of Elaine's tongue and each counterthrust of my hips. I wrapped my legs around her, my heels pointing in toward her spine, the soles only inches from each other. I was clasping her tightly in my excitement, my demand that she satisfy me.
"Both hands cupped her head and forced her up and down on the ridges of sensitive flesh. I heard a popping noise each time she sucked at the clit, and I began to wish she would put her finger in my cunt. I couldn't wait, though, for that additional pleasure, and I reached under my leg and inserted a finger into myself. I stuck it as far into the pie as it would go. The back of my hand brushed Elaine's neck, and she put her finger inside, too, so that we each had one finger up my vagina "I began to push up with more force, and sort of roll my hips against her mouth and chin. Now that she had started to finger me, I grew lazy and withdrew my hand. Her stroking was smooth at first, but then she began to jerk it against the walls, drilling her fingertip into the wet flesh. Her fingers began to knead my thigh meat. She grabbed under my hips and squeezed the flesh there.
"I exclaimed, 'Ouch,' when one of my pubic hairs got caught between her teeth. The thin strand was pulled out of my skin and it hurt for a second before she began to soothe away the pain with the soft wet edge of her tongue. She scraped the clit with the insides of her lips, and I felt her hot white teeth move over the hair and the sheath of skin that surrounded my core.
"Now her arms came under me, at my waist. Her wrists hugged my upper ass. Her fingers folded into each other. It was pretty obvious that she was expecting me to come soon, and, indeed, I was almost ready. I pushed my crotch deeper into her face, holding my spine in an arch.-I could smell the musk that had begun to ran on my thighs and around my groin. It was a wet, almost tropical smell, that scent of woman mixed with clear perspiration. It was a sexy smell.
"She stuck another finger in, hoping, I guess, to drive me over the cliff. Once both fingers had penetrated to their full length, she kept them inside, wiggling the fingertips against the walls of the vagina. She turned her fingers in me, then pulled her hand and fingers out with a flourish.
"I began to 'ooh' and 'aah.' The pleasure was delicious, but I didn't want to come just yet and rob myself of the pleasure that came from drawing the experience out. Now Elaine turned her head from side to side, up and down, and grew more frantic. She gently seized the clitoris between her teeth, and her tongue lashed at the gathered flesh. I pressed my sweating palms to the mattress. My arms straightened, and I pushed down, my whole body an arch. My legs were stretched out stiff. My fingers gripped the sheet, and I felt my head snap back.
"The orgasm was a shiver that racked me from the top of my head and down my spine and seemed like a flame between my ass cheeks, singeing the anus and the vagina at once. It dissipated as it traveled the length of my quivering lower limbs. The sound of the bedsprings was a whine combined with a series of dull thuds. The thuds at last subsided, as did the whine, and I wrapped my folded hands around my sister's neck and let my ass sink into her waiting palms. She did not raise her head off me. I opened my eyes and looked up at the white ceiling. My breathing became more even and measured, as did hers. She turned her head to one side and rested her cheek on my inner thigh. I stretched my arms downward and folded my fingers underneath her armpits, pulling her now limp body up across my stomach and toward my face."
"We shall find," writes G. Rattray Taylor, "that in matrist periods, incest is a common preoccupation, and seems invested with a peculiar horror; while in patrist periods homosexuality seems to dominate men's thoughts and appears to them as the unspeakable sin."
We have been informed, by Philip Wylie, Philip Roth, and others, that we do live in a matrist period, a matriarchal society. Indeed, in the last decade, just as the male of the species was being portrayed as an incompetent boob in the mass media ("The Life of Riley" was a particularly good example), and the matriarchy was presumably in ascendance, homosexuality has come to be tolerated, and, some would say, encouraged. Certainly both television and the movies have explored the phenomenon, and films, at least, have catered to the clientele. Thus the plight of the homosexual in society has been given favorable attention, just as homosexuals themselves have begun to stand up for their rights, in such organizations as the Gay Liberation Front.
What I would really like to establish here, however, is a relationship not simply between matrism and patrism, but between incest and homosexuality, a relationship that would help in understanding the case histories to be presented in this book. To that end, let me quote Taylor further:
... The reason why patrists should be preoccupied with homosexuality, and matrists with incest, is to be found in the Oedipus situation. As already noted, the small child deals with the Oedipus situation in one of two ways. In order to retain exclusive rights to his mother's love and to eliminate the paternal rival, the child may identify himself with the father, at the cost of suppressing his love for him. This is the patrist solution, with heterosexual love preserved and homosexual love suppressed. The alternative solution is to identify with the mother and take her place, retaining the father's love. This produces, if not outgrown, the state known as inversion, or homosexuality as the word is popularly used. The individual concerned thinks of himself as a woman, and devotes all his erotic feeling to men....
Now, just as the boy's love for his father is in the strict sense homosexual, so his love for his mother is in the strict sense incestuous. And just as, if he suppresses the first, homosexuality becomes a preoccupation, so, if he suppresses the second, incest becomes his preoccupation....
- The female, of course, identifies quite normally with the mother, in order to thus partake of the father's love. But just as the male child may identify with the mother and thus "invert," the female may identify with her father so as to preserve intact her love for the mother. As the love for the parent, Taylor says, "is strictly incestuous," the love for the parent of the same sex is, of course, strictly homosexual. Freudian dynamics, however, are of course subject to the most casual of circumstances; it is important to remember that in psychoanalysis, general theory may be consistent, while application is wholly a matter of interpretation.
Before turning to the matter of oralism and how it relates, both functionally and psychologically, to the problem of homosexual incest, let me try to sketch the outlines of the relationship of incest to homosexuality. When a girl-child inverts, identifying with the parent of the opposite sex, she feels herself sexually aggressive in relation to the mother. Though uncommon, instances of mother-daughter homosexual incest do occur. Indeed, in matrist periods, the fear of such relationships is obsessive, more because of the incest taboo than the fear of homosexuality. And, where there is fear, as Freud has told us, there needs to be repression, and repression is often a dangerous thing, reinforcing those drives which are thought to be under control. In patrist periods, some of the incestuous drives are freed of the intensive necessity of the repression of incest and, since women are traditionally more free of the suspicion of homosexuality- there is no real equivalent for the concept of effeminacy for women-they are more free to release their drives directly.
What is more likely, however, is that, just as the heterosexual incest drive is spent outside the home, on subsequent "love objects," the homosexual incestuous impulse is similarly directed outward, and results in lesbian attachments on the part of the female child, first sublimated, and later more actively sexual.
Frequently, however, there is a bridge between the two situations, and the child will direct the feelings she has toward her mother to someone whom she identifies most closely with herself. This can be, most precisely, a sister. Those factors of attraction associated with incest, particularly "familiarity" (with no pun intended) and "closeness," are retained. The sex object here is also a female, and also a relative.
The present volume deals with lesbian incest in the form of oralism. One of the important aspects of homosexual incest is that the sexual relationship cannot be consummated in the "normal way," by definition. Oralism is the technique furthest removed from actual intercourse. For the women in these case studies, mostly young, the technique of oralism obviates some of the necessity for guilt. Indeed, in the study excerpted above, the incident of cunnilingus is an "experiment" in which the aggressive sister shows the compliant sister what "it feels like" when a man performs the act.
Kinsey found that, in marriage, "oral stimulation of the female genitalia by the male" occurred in 54 percent of the cases. Certainly, in extramarital homosexual relationships, the frequency of oralism is increased considerably. That, and a kind of imitation intercourse involving penis-shaped utensils of one sort or another, provide the main methods of achieving orgasm, particularly simultaneous orgasms.
Certainly oralism figures in homosexual in-crest also because the prior heterosexual (or, strictly, bisexual) experience of the female has involved oralism, whether in the universally accepted technique of the soul kiss or in cunnilingus or fellatio. Indeed, as Rovert Street remarks in his Modern Sex Techniques,- ... the tendency [toward oralism] is unconsciously associated with homosexualism, the thought of which is disagreeable to normal people. The mere fact that two persons of the same sex can react passionately toward each other, is sufficient to condemn their primary means of outlet, even though this identical means of outlet may likewise be employed by completely normal individuals of opposite sexes ... That it happens to be a method of homosexual expression is coincidental; both the perverted and the normal use whatever means are available to them....
- Oralism is, indeed, an outgrowth of the kiss, perhaps the gentlest expression of sexuality directed toward orgasm. As such, it can substitute for the more intense commitment to homosexuality that other forms of genital contact can imply.
For the compilation of this volume, I am of course indebted to many writers on incest, among them Freud and Reik, most prominently. Some of the most profound background work has been done by the former in his Civilization and Its Discontents. Any mistakes of interpretation, however, should be attributed to the current writer and not to them.
The major part of this work consists of first-person case histories. They have been edited for relevance and for ease of reading, with an attempt to preserve intact the pertinent psychological details. I am most grateful, of course, to those who let their stories be told. Their names, of course, are disguised.
-Kyle McCambridge Boston, Massachusetts
CHAPTER ONE-The Teeny-Bopper and the Micro-Bopper
Valerie C. is sixteen years old, a high-school student, and already has strong homosexual tendencies, though she has, as she admits, "made it with boys lots of times." Her one experience with an older and more experienced lesbian involved the use of a dildo; but, surprisingly, the object reminded her pleasantly of the male penis. She enlisted the aid of her sexually precocious eleven-year-old sister to obtain simultaneous oral gratification. The younger child adored and admired the elder, and thus complied.
"Linda was always begging me to take her with me when I would go up to the Sunset Strip. Well, you know, it wouldn't be much fun, even though I like the kid. Or at least that's what I thought. I go up there, you know, to make it, to make the scene, and to meet other young chicks. But then this one time I went into her room without knocking-it was in the afternoon after school, on one of the days my mother works in my father's office-there she was, making it with a fourteen-year-old boy! A bit of a wimp, that little guy, though I saw that he did have a big penis-for his age, I mean.
"So I started to let her come with me. She always wanted to be like me, and I guess that's kind of flattering. Anyway, I figured if she was doing it anyway, she could at least meet some nicer people, though I had no idea of turning her on to other chicks. That was her own idea, really.
"I knew this girl named Suzie, who had this house up in Laurel Canyon. It was her parents' house, really, but they were spending the month in Mexico, because it was her father's vacation or something. Anyway, we would go up there and smoke dope, Suzie, me, and some other kids who'd hang out on the Strip. The crowd would always be changing. Sometimes it would be just Suzie and me.
"This one day I went up there-hitched-with Linda. Lin had never smoked grass before, and Suzie had this fierce Iranian weed. I had to blow the smoke into my sister's mouth, inhaling it myself first to cool it, because she would cough every time she got a lungful. After a while I could see that she was pretty spaced out. Her eyes were all bloodshot, and she began to slur her words and mumble, even though she usually spoke very clearly. It was in the early afternoon, and when Suzie suggested we all take a nude swim in the heated pool, both Linda and I were eager. The whole backyard was sheltered by trees and part of a cliff, so that no one could see us.
"I noticed that Suzie was looking over Linda real good. The way she had looked me over the first time she took me home, on a Friday night a few months before. I wondered what was going to happen once we were all naked, but it never occurred to me that anything would happen between me and my own sister.
"Suzie started to play games with Linda. First she raced her the length of the pool. Then she started to play tag. She had Linda swim underwater through her outstretched legs, and then she had Lin straddle her legs so that she could navigate between them. I had gotten bored with what I knew was really an attempt on her part to seduce Linda. I didn't care, though, because Linda was big for her age, and it wasn't like she was a virgin or anything.
"After a while, I swam toward them, and I saw that Suzie had her hand on Linda's privates. My sister's mound was nearly hairless, but for a few long, thin strands. The lips of the twat were folded outward appealingly. I looked at Linda appraisingly. She already had small buds where full-sized breasts would later be. She was a pretty little girl, and I found myself getting turned on by just that-the fact that she was a little girl. Suzie had a finger buried inside her own cleft. They were standing in shallow water. My sister was in water almost to her small breasts, and Suzie's large, rounded breasts were out of the pool, which came to her waist.
"Suzie took the hand that had been lingering at the opening to Linda's vagina and placed it on Linda's small hand and led it to the brush of blonde pubic hairs at her own core. I saw Linda's pouting lips form a grateful smile as two little fingers slipped right inside the muff. Goose pimples began to line the sides of my body, even though I was in the heated pool water to my neck. I leaned against the side of the pool and continued to watch them.
"Suzie spread her legs and stood in a kind of 'Superman' stance, but her arms reached around my little sister's waist. With her fingertips she drew the girl's small body closer to her own, and their stomachs pressed against each other. Suzie's thick bush of pubic hair disappeared as the two bodies melted into each other. The ends of the older girl's finger were digging into the flesh of my sister's little-girl behind. Suzie's wrists rubbed against the buttocks, and she separated the cheeks far enough so that I could see a shadow-like pucker of the asshole.
"Now the hands moved lower; they were at the top of Lin's thighs. Linda sort of bent her legs at the knees, almost in a squat. But it was Suzie whose body folded until she was hunched on her knees. I could see her hair being tossed about under the water by her movements. She kissed the outer folds of Linda's cunt. But she rose quickly, letting the water stream from the side of her mouth, almost spitting it out.
"Her hand, however, moved straight against the tawny divide between my sister's legs. The fingers flexed, and one made it inside the cleft. Linda moved her small body to one side in response to the first assault of the pushing finger.
I saw the soles of her feet slide against the floor of the pool. She looked as though she would lose her balance until Suzie grabbed her at the sides and held her in her grip. Linda tensed her body somehow, looked into the older teenager's eyes, and then, as if by will, let herself go limp. Her own hand moved uncertainly forward to the garden at the intersection of Suzie's legs. With more expertise than I would have expected, she shoved in two fingers at once. Her lips formed a smile when the hole proved more than wide enough for her childish digits. Her fingering, signaled by the motion of her elbow in the pool water, was deft. She turned her hand, wiggling her wrist, and pushed the fingertips against each wall in turn. Suzie bent forward, and she closed her eyelids tightly at one particularly adept swing of the two fingers.
"Suzie grabbed the rising of my sister's left breast. The nipple was large, a rich, deep brown, dominating the whole mound. Dusky erectile tissue sprang to attention as Suzie deftly slid her palms over Lin's nipples. She moved a hand to Linda's back. She opened her mouth on Lin's breast. Her pink tongue circled upon the areola, touching the chocolate surface itself. As though she were an animal baring her teeth, she made a funny face as she pushed the edges of her lower teeth into Linda. The tip of the smallish breast disappeared inside Suzie's wide mouth.
"Now Linda pulled her fingers from Suzie's gaping pie, and she began to flick her own clit back and forth, until her breathing told of intensifying excitement. At the same time that Suzie was sucking her breast, she had one finger inside her twat, and the thumb pressing against the clit. Suzie's right hand began to smooth the roundness of her ass cheeks, and finally the forefinger sought shelter between them. A visible quiver pulsed through Lin's body when the end of a long finger touched the anal orifice. She herself put her hand to her backside and pulled the cheek outward, helping Suzie in her quest for access. Linda pressed her heels into the small of Suzie's back, raised her legs and crossed the limbs just at the ankles, and she rubbed her twat sinuously against Suzie's stomach.
"Suzie pushed her own large boobs against my sister. She squeezed one nipple and cupped the large breast and aimed its endpoint into Lin's mouth. She pushed enough so that she shoved the jug until half of its bulk was consumed in Lin's mouth. 'It's good, isn't it, Linda,' she murmured, as my sister raised her head off the tit. 'It's good with a woman.' A haze of puzzlement was obvious in Linda's eyes, but, apparently, she could shrug the remark off, because she began to rub her cunt lips against Suzie. She was, naturally, getting more excitement out of this than Suzie was, though the latter appeared to be enjoying the spectacle of a young girl-a child really-writhing her body around.
"'I can suck you,' Suzie said, her voice low, soft, and sexy. 'I can suck you so good. Better than any man.' The gaze that my sister gave was noncommittal, as though she were saying, Okay, why don't you prove it? She let her legs unravel from around Suzie's body. Her feet again touched the pool floor. She stepped back a little. She was breathing a little heavily now, whether from physical or visual excitement, I can't say.
"She cut a swath in the water as she moved to the edge of the pool and toward the steps that led to the patio. She shivered a bit, then, under the awning, and she shook her small breasts, as drops of water flew from her skin. She looked about her for a towel, and found a large one draped over the back of a plastic deck chair. She smoothed it almost lovingly over her skin, and the young flesh was glossy when she was finished. She folded the comer of the towel and wiped the outside of the lightly haired genitals with lingering, loving care. She followed Suzie with her eyes as the older girl stepped gracefully out of the pool.
"Suzie's breasts bounced as she walked over to where my sister stood. The very edge of the towel peeked from between Lin's thin fingers. Suzie's hand closed around the towel and she drew it to her nostrils, and sniffed at the traces of my sister's essence. Then she let the comer of the towel go, and Lin relaxed her hand. The towel fell to the flagstone of the patio. Lovingly, Lin wrapped her hands around Suzie's waist. Suzie bent forward, opened her mouth, and then slid her lips over Lin's. She tilted her head from one side to the other, and then at last I saw the flickering movement of her long, eager pink tongue.
"Again Suzie's hands curved over the two firm cheeks of Lin's buttocks. The fingertips probed inside. Lin braced her body when one of the fingers pushed inside her rectum. Lin brought her hand between their tightly pressed bodies. Suzie smiled as the back of it pushed against the undersides of her breasts. But, as the hand moved downward, toward Suzie's glistening cove, she said breathily, 'It's getting cold, doll. Why don't we go into my room and do it there?' "Lin didn't say anything, but she looked at me. I was sitting down by the end of the pool. My calves were in the water, but I had wrapped a towel around the upper half of my body, covering my breasts, because it was getting chilly. I didn't know how to answer the question she was putting to me, because I couldn't figure out what the question was. But Suzie spoke up. 'You want to come with us?' I was surprised at being invited. But it didn't occur to me that I would wind up doing anything sexually with my own sister. I don't know why, it just didn't occur to me. So I sort of shrugged my shoulders. 'All right,' I said, more to myself than to either of them.
"Suzie handed me the towel that my sister had used. I saw the buttocks separate as she bent down to pick it up. It looked like the entrance to her asshole was raw red. There seemed to be a blush on the skin that lined the bung-hole. Suzie just stood there while I dried myself off. My sister looked beyond us both, to the pool. I couldn't read the emotion in her eyes, but I knew exactly what Suzie was thinking from the expression that was painted boldly on her face. She wanted us, wanted us both.
"As we walked inside the expensive home and up the small staircase that led to the hall through which one reached her bedroom, she asked us if we were still stoned. Both Linda and I said that we were, and she said, 'Yeah, I am, too. It's good grass.' Her bedroom was a mess. Perhaps a dozen pairs of garishly colored underpants were strewn about the room. More than one pair was torn at the crotch itself, and one pair had been ripped to shreds. Brassieres were noticeably absent, their use hardly de rigueur for the southern California teenager.
"She went straight to the bed and jumped on it. She was on her back, and the wide spread of her legs afforded us an excellent view of her privates. One hand rested on her thigh, and the fingers touched the cleft itself.
"'Come here, baby,' she half sighed, half groaned to my sister, and she extended her hand. Lin put out her own small hand and let herself be drawn to the bed. Nude, I stood at the foot of the bed, not knowing quite what to do. But when she had my sister straddle her thighs, so that Lin was on her lap facing me, Suzie said to me, 'Why don't you take the front?' I did not know immediately what she wanted, but it became clearer when she instructed my sister to kneel. With a flick of her hand she motioned me to the bed just in front of my sister, whose legs she forced apart with Lin's eager consent.
"Suzie's thumbs took hold of the taut cheeks of Lin's ass and separated them. Her head moved, and I could see that she was pushing her tongue into Lin's rear. I heard a slurping sound, and then the whisper of a swift, even licking at Lin's asshole. Her eyes were shut tight, and the pleasure seemed to rivet her, for her body was tense, like a taut fiber.
"Lin's hand moved to her own twat, but I knew that that was to be my job. It's hard to explain what I felt at that moment, because this was, after all, my little sister. But the progression of events had seemed fairly logical. I had had no special doubts or regrets about the sex play that she and Suzie had been engaged in, and there seemed no reason not to accept Suzie's invitation to come inside when they did. But now, just before I set the edge of my tongue to the sliver of flesh that puckered outside the box, I could not move forward, though my tongue had already wet my lips with saliva.
"But just as I felt myself withdrawing from the whole thing, I felt Lin's wet palms on my shoulders. There was some pressure, and in it I felt the insistence that, after all, she did want me to do this thing to her. I let myself yield to that slight force, and then I wiped the edge of my tongue against a few wires of darkish hair. Now the tip wagged against the puckered lips of Lin's hole, and I felt heat like a shock on my tongue. I tasted the transparent film that had already started to moisten the firm tissues of Lin's cunt. The palm of my hand stroked the pubic bone covered by my sister's firm flesh. I heard the breathing of my friend, Suzie, who had become more excited and was obviously making her wet manipulations with more force. Lin slowly rotated her hips, and when a particular stroke would thrill her, she would sigh audibly, and each time the sigh would be deeper. I saw Suzie's tanned hand under the arch of Lin's crotch. Her fingers moved in and out of Lin's cunt, then stroked the outside of her twat. On an impulse, I licked the fingers with my tongue, removing for a moment the slight pressure I had exerted against Lin's vulva.
"Then I folded Suzie's hand inside mine and led the fingertips on a tour of Lin's inner thighs. I pressed the four fingers together and with them teased Lin's sparse hairs and her pulsing labia. Then I let go, and the forefinger seemed to circle on its base, poking not for Lin but for me. I opened my mouth and let the finger slide in across my lower teeth. I bit down gently on the finger, tasting the vaginal lubrication that had been gathered when she was fingering Lin. I licked the skin clean of it, then rubbed my tongue against my inner cheek. My whole mouth felt salty. I took Suzie's hand by the wrist and sort of shook it, so her finger snapped back and forth inside my mouth. But she was apparently tired of this play, because she pulled her hand back, and now I saw only the bobbing of her chin as she started reaming Lin in earnest. Lin tried to move her legs further apart, but the strain was already great, and she could not give us much more access to her crotch.
"I pushed my tongue inside Lin's labia, and my lips pressed against the thin membranes. I sucked in at the cunt lips and pushed the flaps of lubricated skin back and forth, my tongue shoving it against the side of my mouth. I moved the edges of my teeth gingerly over the sensitive skin, then covered the teeth with my lips, pulling at her skin, releasing it, then taking hold of it again, quickly, until my sister was weaving to and fro, clenching her hands, moaning and sighing. I rubbed my fingers along her thigh and moved my head up and down, sliding my tongue across the smooth skin, licking at the ridges of cunt flesh and the few long hairs. I put my finger to the clitoris and stroked the sensitive tip. Linda groaned and shoved her stomach forward. Then I pushed two fingers inside, while I circled the clit with the flat of my thumb.
"At the same time, Suzie had taken her mouth away from my sister's anus and was now busily fingering her asshole, twisting her finger in up to the second joint.
"Linda was really enjoying the two penetrations. I tried to time my thrusts with the ones Suzie was giving her. I could smell the musky odor escaping from her anus and the salt-sour smell from her cunt, which had now coated my fingers.
"Lin brought her hand down and pushed one of my fingers to one side, so that she herself could stroke the enlarged button of her clitoris. I had my index finger inside her box, moving it in as far as I could push it. Then I would kind of twirl it, so that the vagina walls were stretched by the pressure. Her whole crotch was damp with moisture from my mouth, so that my tongue's way was greased as it fluttered into her cunt. She thrust her hips toward my face, and my chin was buried in her moist folds. Then Lin bent forward a bit, because Suzie was intensifying her tongue assault on Lin's wet posterior. Lin's eyes opened wide as my friend took a warning bite of some sensitive skin around the rectum. Then Suzie was really jamming her mouth against Lin's ass.
"I ran my hands around on my sister's stomach as I tongued her cunt vigorously. With my thumbs, I pulled the sides of the hole apart, widening the entrance. Now my tongue advanced further. I got half of it inside, and I whipped it against the walls as they twitched around on it. I pulled the twat lips further apart, and the first joints of my thumbs pushed inside the hole, while my tongue dug even deeper. I reached up and poked a forefinger into Lin's navel, probing hard, and she exclaimed, 'Oh, shit! Softer ... but eat me harder! Ram it in my ass and eat me!' I became more gentle, tracing the way from the belly button to the hot pink flesh of her wet cunt.
"Both of her hands grabbed my arm, pushing my fingers deeper into the sheath of her vagina as quivering spasms coursed through the cunt muscles. I could feel the force from behind her frail body as Suzie plunged her tongue fiercely into her ass. The buttocks bounced with the shock, and Lin clutched at her slight stomach as she let out a low, wheezing cry, signaling that she was coming. I forced two fingers up her cunt, which alternately expanded and contracted, clamping my fingers so tightly inside the spasming flesh, that I would have thought I could never pull them out. Her body rocked with the rhythm of the orgasm, and I rubbed my front teeth against her clit. Whatever pain this could have caused her was more than outweighed by the intense pleasure of her consuming climax. Reveling, I smelled the fishy odor of her dripping fluids as she came off.
"Afterward, Suzie got up and went across the hall to the bathroom. She didn't bother to close the door, so we heard her gargle. Lin was sitting up in bed. Her breathing became less deep, and she was resting now, looking out the window of the bedroom. In a few minutes, Suzie came back. I watched her good-sized ass kind of jiggle as she moved toward her closet. She bent down and fumbled inside of it, producing, finally, an enormous dildo, shaped and styled as an exact replica of a penis. From the pink surface of the plastic, to complete the effect, there rose likenesses of engorged purple-blue veins. The huge head of the thing was circumcised, with a roll of soft, fleshy, plastic flanges that skinned back and forth about an inch or so. At the base of the dildo there were straps to adjust around the hips and thighs. Also attached to the base, by a short length of tubing, was what looked like a rubber bulb, like you find on syringes. I couldn't imagine what the purpose of that was, until I saw that the other end, the head, actually had a small hole in it--like the hole a man pees through. A thrill went through me and my breath came short, as I tried to imagine what it would feel like to have an organ that size pounding into my vagina and spurting come.
"Suzie strapped on the huge machine, which jutted starkly from her now dry, matted hair. She looked first at me, her entire face flushed with lust and desire. I shivered inwardly, wondering if I would be expected to accommodate the enormous prick, hoping that, if my natural juices were not enough to ease its entry, there was some oil or lubricant handy. My fingers twitched at the thought of clasping that huge veined cock as it stroked into me.
"But it was my sister, again, that Suzie was after. I nearly cried out to object when Suzie strode over to the bed, lifted Lin's legs, and trailed the gigantic head of the dildo, now drooling what looked like semen, from Lin's crotch to her chin and back again. Tentatively, my sister raised both hands and grasped the long staff about midway down its length ... it must have been a foot long. As if in a daze, Lin actually began to masturbate the dildo. She leaned forward and, stretching her lips open as far as they could go, she slid her mouth along the head maybe three-quarters of an inch and back. After she did this several times, gradually increasing the tempo, Suzie gave the rubber bulb a tiny squeeze. When Lin took her mouth away, there was a string of cloudy fluid hanging from her lips. 'It tastes like a boy's come,' she said, incredulous.
"Suzie placed her hands On Lin's shoulders, and, their breasts mashing against each other, they sank slowly onto the bed. I watched, fascinated, as Suzie spread my sister's legs apart with her own and bucked up her ass and hips to place the tip of the mammoth tool against the lips of Lin's cunt. I had a perfect view of Lin's caramel-colored twat and asshole, and of Suzie's shaggy blonde, but still inviting, cunt. I could tell that Suzie was very much turned on, because her asshole was twitching uncontrollably, and I had a compulsive urge to sink my tongue into it as far as it would go.
"So I really don't know if it was a cry of lust or dismay that jolted me forward. I only remember seeing that immense cock head begin to stretch Lin's cunt lips and, with a drool of white liquid, ease into her hole a full inch. The next thing I remember, I was seated lightly astride Suzie, gazing at the expression of complete lust on my sister's face as I ground my finger into the pulsing asshole I had a moment ago wanted to sink my tongue into. When I saw Lin's eyes roll up into her head and heard her groan in an agony of pain-or pleasure-I ground my finger in more brutally.
"'No!' I shouted. 'She can't take it! Do it to me, Suzie. For God's sake, do it to me!' I leapt off the bed and seized Suzie's pink buttocks, spreading them as far apart as I could, and speared my tongue into her twitching asshole until it felt like I had it in up to the root. I grabbed her thighs and pulled back on them until I was sure that the monstrous dildo head no longer stretched Lin's tender cunt lips. Then, feeling my juices already oozing down my thighs, I took a place on the bed beside my sister. I was at white-hot heat. Roughly I grabbed Suzie and brought her into position to cram the glistening dildo into the entrance of my vagina. I was gasping, 'Fuck it Suzie. Fuck my cunt. Oh, fuck me, fuck me!' I spread my cunt lips as far as they would go. When I felt the slimy head of the dildo penetrate the mouth of my cunt, a demented cry of pleasure tore from my throat, and I reached for Lin with both hands and pulled her over to sit on my face so I could lick and suck the sweet caramel I knew must be there.
"My senses reeled and my brain seethed. My perceptions were only of cunt and tongue-of the gristle in my crotch straining to swallow a gigantic cock, and of the tangy musk odor of cunt and asshole as my tongue laved to and fro along my sister's tawny crotch, spearing first one hole then the other. My hands, as though possessed, gripped first Suzie's breasts, then Lin's, then went to my cunt to feel the dildo pistoning in my depths. My God, it was into me more than halfway! My labia were stretched to their absolute limit! The huge cock, on withdrawing, seemed to recede endlessly. I could feel every ridge of the gristly washboard. Then Suzie lunged brutally, and there seemed to be a staccato series of explosions inside me, climaxing with a bolt of lightning.
"A thousand tiny electric shocks titillated my vagina and cervix. The pulses that rippled up and down my sheath, I knew, could not be caused by the throbbings of an artificial penis. I'd felt pulsating cocks before, but only with the largest ones, and then only at the mouth of my vagina, at the labia. But this feeling was fantastic. My cunt lips, stretched as they were, felt like they were expanding with each pulse-beat. It felt like somebody's heart was beating deep in my snatch and tapping at the door to my womb. The rhythm was primal, insistent, and transmitted itself to my hands kneading away at Suzie's swollen tits and to my mouth and tongue lunging and sucking at Lin's wet pussy.
"But even in the rapid swirl of erotic images through my brain, I knew that the heartbeat, the primal pulse I felt, was my own-my own cunt throbbing and gripping at the monster organ plunged to the depths of my being.
"I felt Lin's body stiffen and twitch as a flood of salt juices erupted over my face, scouring my throat and nose. She gave a tremendously loud, long moan of pleasure that surely drowned out my squeals of delight, and then she sagged over on her side while I lapped at the fluids that still poured from her ravaged pussy. I became vaguely aware that Suzie had again begun to slide the punishing dildo in and out with powerful, ramming strokes. Oh, God, I wanted that huge thing in me all the way! All the way in my womb! I wanted to feel it ramming deep in my belly when it exploded, wanted to feel the texture of it and taste it in my throat when it came!
"In a voice I hardly recognized as my own, I screeched, 'Lin! Oh, God, Lin baby, suck my cunt while she fucks me!' But Lin seemed to be in a stupor, and it was Suzie who finally got the action going. She grabbed Lin's hips and hoisted her bodily until her crotch was pressed against Suzie's sucking mouth.
"Suzie said, in a muffled but understandable voice, 'There, Lin baby, suck on her clit like I'm doing to you. I'll fuck her cunt and you suck her clit ... Mmmmh! Oh, hot shit, you taste good! Oh, shit, fuck, cunt, suck! Eat her out! Ream her!' And with every other word, Suzie slammed the dildo right up against the yielding wall of my cervix. In a mounting frenzy, I stroked Lin's breasts and body, now hot and wet from the juices that drained from her crotch. She licked and sucked my clit like a madwoman. Just then, Suzie shouted hoarsely, 'God, Lin, my asshole! Finger it! Oh, yes! Push it in! ... Further! ... Harder! Mmmmghgh!' Above all the sucking and licking noises, I heard Suzie begin a high, keening groan, and I watched her eyes pop out, just above Lin's ass cheeks, as she began a spastic, frantic pumping that jolted the dildo into me with rending, searing strokes. She squeezed the bulb and I felt the warm cream spurt out of the dildo and smack deep into my churning cunt.
"I yelled, 'I'm coming! Oh ... oh ... oh! God! Suck! ... Fuck! I'm coming!' All three of us were moaning and gasping, wailing in a babel of cries as we came together in one thunderous, shuddering orgasm."
Perhaps it would be useful at this point to look into the problem of the origins of female homosexuality, and of homosexuality in general. Are these roots descended from a causality best described as "social," or are they purely psychological? The dialectic of sexology is largely concerned with such problems. Curious1y enough, it was Krafft-Ebing, today looked upon as one of the more reactionary social scientists, who anticipated the work of Freud in finding the roots of homosexuality in the netherworld of the unconscious. Krafft-Ebing, however, did not develop the metaphor, and left only the catchword "perversion" as a substitute for such terms as "hidden unconscious drives."...." The essential feature of this strange manifestation of the sexual life," he writes, "is the want of sexual sensibility for the opposite sex, even to the extent of horror, while sexual inclination and impulse toward the same sex are present. At the same time, the genitals are normally developed, the sexual glands perform their functions properly, and the sexual type is completely differentiated.
"Feeling, thought, will, and the whole character," he goes on, " ... correspond with the peculiar sexual instinct, but not with the sex which the individual represents anatomically and physiologically. This abnormal mode of feeling may not infrequently be recognized in the manner, dress, and calling of the individuals, who may go so far as to yield to an impulse to don the distinctive clothing corresponding with the sexual role in which they feel themselves to be."
Krafft-Ebing then posits the categorization of homosexuals in these ways: (1) Traces of heterosexuality, but predominantly homosexual, (2) exclusive homosexuality, (3) the restructuring of self-image to correspond to sexual behavior, and (4) actual physical resemblances to the actual sex of the new role, particularly with regard to the secondary sexual characteristics.
To this categorization, we must leap the decades and then add the sequence of causality posited by Cornelia B. Wilbur in her paper, "The Clinical Aspects of Female Homosexuality," which appears in the anthology Sexual Inversion, edited by Judd Marmor.
- Father "fixation" and mother "fixation" have both been postulated as causes of female homosexuality. "Fixation" usually refers to an attachment developed in infancy or early childhood that persists in an immature or neurotic form, with an associated inability to form normal attachments with other persons or objects. Sexual deviations and the Oedipus complex are explained on this basis by many psychoanalysts Fixation thus suggests a cessation of growth. As homosexuality is more probably a deviation of growth than a cessation, the concept of fixation does not adequately explain female homosexuality....
- Dr. Wilbur goes on to list other possible causes of female homosexuality, including the presence of a "seductive male parent," particularly with a "mothering nature," a feeling of rejection by the father, prolonged absence of the mother, and "penis envy," a rather narrowly Freudian approach.
Another section of Dr. Wilbur's analysis is particularly useful for our understanding of the current case study. "The presence," she writes, "of 'tomboy behavior' in early childhood and concentration on athletics in adolescence have been postulated as early signs of a tendency toward female homosexuality." But she continues, "The analyses of women, however, reveal many who were 'tomboys' and who nevertheless developed heterosexually. Such behavior in any case would be symptomatic rather than genetic."
Let me then try to discuss, in the space that remains, the incestuous components of the relationship between Valerie and her sister. The younger child adores the older; and, to some degree, the identification of the older sister with the maternal figure has already occurred. There is some evidence to indicate that the mother in the family is rather weaker than her oldest daughter, and there exist few possibilities for maternal identification. Valerie has solved the problem by, in a sense, "becoming" her mother. Her sister has accepted this identification, thus reifying her sibling's claim to the maternal role.
By way of explanation, let me just add this parenthetical note. At work here is the Freudian concept of dialectic, in which an event can be explained by opposite causes: on the one hand, as an identification with some factor, and on the other, as a reaction-formation against it. Thus, lesbianism can be the result of a dominant (overdominant) mother, or it can as well be attributed to a weak maternal figure. This does not, of course, render Freudian analysis useless, but rather puts much of the burden of psychoanalytic interpretation on the direction, rather than the content, of causality In interviews, Valerie has indicated one previous homosexual experience with an older lesbian, who employed, for the purpose of sexual relations, a dildo. This, Valerie related, both fascinated and repelled her. This calls to mind the statement of Bryan Magee, in his book on homosexuality, One in Twenty, that "Every single thing that occurs in lovemaking between the sexes has its counterpart in lovemaking between lesbians." He goes on to describe what he refers to as the three primary "commonplace" techniques.
- The first consists of mutual masturbation with the hands. The second is cunnilingus, which is to say one licking the clitoris of the other. The third consists in one lying on top of the other and simulating the movements of heterosexual intercourse in such a way as to stimulate the clitoris of each. This is called "tribadism," and like buggery between male homosexuals it is a technique that takes time to acquire, but they become skilled at it. Beyond these three practices an infinite number of others are indulged in, but none of them are anything like as common as these....
One thing to notice about them is that they do not involve apparatus of any kind. Most heterosexuals, when they think about the subject at all, seem to assume that being lesbian must involve the use of some penis substitute. This is not so. Such penis substitutes, known as "dildoes," do exist, but the great majority of lesbians have never even seen one, let alone used one. Even buggery, involving the use of a penis substitute, is encountered between lesbians, but I believe this to be uncommon in the extreme ... There are any number of ways of constructing something useable out of ordinary household objects, so the majority even of those lesbians who do use a penis substitute use something like, say, a candle. It will in most cases not be fixed to the "masculine" partner in any material way, but simply inserted into her vagina and held there by ordinary muscular contraction.
- It is probable, considering her reaction to the dildo used by the older lesbian, that Valerie herself is a homosexual of Krafft-Ebing's first category.
"After that, my sister and I engaged in sex play of varying kinds. She was more interested, though, in watching than in doing things. Like, she would have me bring some guy to my bedroom, and then she would sit there and watch us make it "How that started out, though, was one day during the summer when she was just walking around the house, looking restless and bored. I was in my room, reading-fashion magazines, that sort of stuff. The door was open and so were the windows, because it's really hot in the summer in L.A. I was sweating a lot, too, and I was naked. I remember, because I was just about to go into the shower when I looked up-I kind of started-and my sister was standing in the doorway. I don't know how long she had been standing there. When our eyes met, she started to speak, but stopped in mid-syllable. I waited for her to continue while I searched in my closet for my bathrobe.
"'What're you going to do?' she asked, in a bored tone. 'I'm going to take a shower,' I answered. Then I asked her if there was anything wrong. She said no, she was just kind of bored- couldn't find anything to do.
"I remember I went about getting ready for my shower, and she came into my room, sat on my bed, took up the magazine, and started reading. I went down the hall to the bathroom. I didn't shut the door behind me, because there wasn't anyone else in the house but Linda. I stepped in the shower and turned it on. The water streamed down on me, lukewarm, but cool on my skin, which had perspired most of the day.
"The water was beating against the plastic shower curtain. I saw my sister's hands, suddenly, in the center opening, and then, in a flash of a second I saw her nude breasts framed on either side by the curtains. She was completely naked.
"As she raised her leg, the flesh on the back of her thigh swung firmly. She stepped into the shower and smiled as she felt the water spray on her body. Her breasts were small, but pretty, the nipples disproportionately large. I watched as her eyes focused on my own, fuller breasts. She was almost greedy as she reached forward with her hands. Her fingers lightly traced the downward curve of my breasts. I felt a tingling sensation as her fingers actually pushed into my scarlet tits.
"She stepped closer and when she was not more than an inch from touching me, she pushed her chest out in front of her, so that she could rub her tits against mine. My nipples grew erect almost at the moment of contact When she held herself close to me, she also brought her left leg into the crotch between mine. The flesh of her thigh pressed into me, bearing on the clitoris for a moment. Then she wrapped both legs around me, curling around my body like a snake, drawing me in tightly. She stuck her wet tongue first against my lips, then wiped the tongue tip over the front of my teeth. Though passive at first, I now lashed back with my own tongue. The plunging tip brushed the hard palate of her mouth. It seemed absorbed in the in-sides of her moist cheeks.
"Now, as the water came down, she began to massage my breasts, pushing the flesh back hard against my chestbone. Something like an electric current passed through my breast with each touch of nail or finger on the areola. The budlets inside the dark circle were stiff and taut.
"She stepped around me. I felt her sparse pubic curls as she thrust her pelvis forward into the soft contours of my buttock cheeks. She was rubbing her mound up and down against my ass. With her hands placed on my stomach, she wrapped her legs around me from behind. The insides of her thighs gripped the outside of my upper legs. I felt her hand move between my ass and her stomach. I felt her knuckles as she dug her fingers into her cunt. She shoved her pelvis forward, pressing the knuckles deeper into my buttock flesh. Now she pushed her hips out behind her, separating our bodies, and she brought her right hand up in front of me and held her finger out. I could smell her cunt. The smell was harsh, almost bitter. It excited me. I sensed the ooze of lubrication forming on the sides of my vagina. Her arm slid across my skin, and she lowered her hand to my cunt, hesitating a moment. She played gently with my pubic hair, as if fascinated with it because she had as yet not much of her own. It was like a toy, and she wove it on her fingers, following the spirals of the intricate curls as they laced together just in front of the twat lips.
"I took her hand in my own and shoved my lower stomach strongly forward. I directed her hand so that her fingers could explore me deeper.
"I went into a half squat, so that I could better appreciate the exercise she was giving the lining of my box. The fingers squirmed against the walls and stretched the lips. My forefinger rolled over my own clitoral rising. I was getting turned on. I tilted my head to the side. My tongue stuck out slightly past my lips. She pushed her face into mine and bit at my soft lips. Then her tongue snaked into my mouth. She was wet, and her saliva coated my tongue. She was frantic as her tongue whipped mine, sliding over it and under it. Our two tongues wrapped around each other, like two thin snakes fighting inside the joined orifices.
"Our arms folded around each other's waists, and bur breasts welded together. I felt the tension of her body as she pulled at me, leading me down as she kneeled on the floor of the shower.
"Without letting go of her, I followed her carefully, afraid of slipping on the porcelain. We were both on our knees. She opened her mouth and sucked at my tit while, with her \ other hand, she massaged the nipple of the other breast, rolling the flesh of the breast back and forth.
"I found her ass with my hands, and I squeezed it tightly. My nails sank into the globes. She sighed and nuzzled closer to me with her tits, which were hard as diamonds. She puckered her lips and then touched them to mine. I felt the softness of the upper lip as it touched the enamel of my front teeth. She brought her legs out and curled them around me. Her cunt was facing mine. Tentatively, I put my fingers against her vulva. She grabbed them and led them inside the shelter. I turned them around, pushing at the walls. A dilation spread the walls, opening them, opening the hole at its aperture. I shoved the ends of the fingers deep inside of her. She moved closer, forcing the fingers even deeper.
"Now she pushed away from me, and brought her mouth to the folds just outside my cunt. She licked at the hairy lace around my cunt and found the clitoris easily, grazing it lightly with the edges of her teeth. She sucked in at the rippling skin. Her tongue was frantic as it lashed the meat. I felt the juice drip from the walls of my box. My snatch opened up from inside, separating so far as to let her dig her tongue as deep as it would go.
"I folded my hands behind her head and started to lead her mouth up and down. The walls of my cunt closed in again, this time so tightly that her tongue was caught. When the sides of my snatch relaxed, she lazily drew the tongue out and continued her juicing of the clitoris. I felt like there was a fire smoldering inside me-deep in me, growing-that would burn me. I pushed up on my knees, dragging my hairy beaver across her lips, tongue, and teeth. The friction nearly drove me insane. I was like a wild woman, clawing at her shoulders with my fingernails, ripping the skin until there were thin lines of red. I felt as though I had a compulsion to wipe the outside of my cunt all over her drooling mouth. She was scraping me with her teeth. My cunt lips seemed to come outward, to suck her inside of me, just as she was licking me, teasing me with the wetness of her mouth.
"As I came, her fingers clamped down hard on my breast, squeezing me. My tit ached with the release of my orgasm, just as the rest of my body coursed with convulsive spasms of orgasmic relief."
CHAPTER TWO-The Lollipop Twins
Gail and Elaine are identical twins in their late teens. The following narrative is given my Gail, the less aggressive of the two.
"He didn't make me wait for long. As soon as he had crushed the end of the thin reefer into the bottom of the ash tray, he leaned over the foot of the bed and placed the tray on the floor. Then he pushed up on the bed and rid himself of his shoes, the laces of which had come undone. I heard one, then the other, fall noisily to the floor, but I had my eyes closed. I felt him lie down. I was resting my body on my elbow.
"I felt his hand press against my flat stomach. Through my jersey I could feel the sweat laced on the palm of his hand, and the moisture sent a chill through me. I hunched my shoulders and waited for more pressure. His other arm had curled around to my back, and his fingertips pressed into my spine. I opened my eyes and saw his nose almost touching my own. He inched forward and pressed his hard but narrow chest against my breasts. Now his thumb dug into the flesh of my upper belly, while the other fingers busied themselves with kneading my side.
"I closed my eyes just as his lips pressed mine. The insides of my lips felt the pressure of his teeth. As his tongue pushed against the picket fence of my white front teeth, I yielded with pleasure and sucked it into my already heavily salivating mouth.
"His tongue was large, thick, and heavy. I felt it wipe the surface of my tongue, then brush the soft inner surface of my cheek. The edge of his tongue then fought against my own smaller flank, grated by the edges of my molars and premolars. His tongue touched my hard palate while his lips swiveled against mine. He reared his head back, bared his teeth, and gnawed on my lower lip as he held it captive between his front teeth. He let me go, and I was even more eager to touch his tongue again with mine. Our mouths were joined as one, and I could not tell where mine ended and Bob's began.
"His fingertips pressed into my stomach, just above my navel. I was breathing heavily, as if I were being tickled, and I almost gasped. Surprised at myself that I should be this out of control, when I had had quite a little sexual experience, I realized that I had never been so stoned. I looked down at my body, watched my breasts heave up and down. He put his hand down on my right breast, and the tit hardened. His wrist tested the underside of the mound, and, as his fingers pressed into the tissue around the areola of my breast, I felt a hundred tiny budlets stiffen within the dark circle and stand at attention for the grazing his knuckles gave them. The friction was increased by the rubbing of the inside of my bra cup. I could hardly wait for him to massage the hill of my breast with his skin against my own nudity, and I had not long to wait. His spine arched, and his left hand moved under my back. He rolled up the jersey until the straps of the undergarment were exposed. He pulled at the snaps, and I felt relief as my breasts relaxed from their loosened grip. Now his right hand plunged underneath the top and pushed away the white lace cone. A chill passed along my spine like a welcome spasm. I sighed as the top of his palm pressed on my diamond-hard nipple while his fingertips molded and remolded the shape of surrounding flesh.
"The day was growing dark, and his body formed a shadow with the light that came in from the sides of the curtains. I could see only a dusky outline of his face, so I opened my hand and reached up to trace the risings and fallings of his delicate features. His beard felt rough against my palm. My forefinger moved through the slight canyon of his chin's cleft.
"He was leaning forward, resting on his knees. He took my hand and led it to his crotch. I could see the zipper glinting like a row of crocodile teeth in the darkness of the room. The inside of my hand pushed at the covered head, and when I drew it back I saw that a droplet of moisture had been imprinted by it on the trousers. Tempted, my index finger and thumb closed in around the penis head. He gasped. I tugged at the zipper, and the column of thick, hard flesh that emerged surprised me with its thickness and its length. It was the color of a soft-pink summer flower, but it was heavily trafficked with lines of blue veins that strained the surface. I put a fingertip to one part of the long blue trail and felt the pulse of the blood flowing through the cock. I dabbed with the end of my second finger at the moisture that had already escaped, and then I explored the undergrowth at the base of the phallus. I flicked the flaps of his shorts aside and began to weave through the hairy twine with the ends of my first two fingers, while my thumb pressed against the flattened side of the shaft. Again I felt the blood pushing its way from his belly upward against gravity.
"My smallest finger scratched at the scrotal bag, and I felt the small balls waver at my touch, bobbing inside the heavy-skinned sac. Then I took the bag between my thumb and index finger and rubbed the insides of the scrotum back and forth while the almond-shaped spheres moved accordingly. I looked up at Bob to see what effect this was having on him. His lids were drawn tightly shut, and I saw the strain of the small muscles around his eyes. His lips were pursing together strenuously, his teeth were clenched, making more obvious the line of his jaw. He opened his mouth and I saw his tongue wave inside. A groan emerged, a strange noise that would have been a scream had it been amplified. As it was, it was kind of a muffled yell of pleasure. His mouth still open, the groan ended, though his jaw still hung loose.
"I was impatient to see him naked-totally naked. He seemed to sense my urge, for he bucked his hips and helped me pull the pants to his thighs.
"I then put the tip of my first finger over his gash, rubbing gently until more of the pearl-white liquid appeared. His mouth closed, and I heard him inhale with difficulty, suck the air into his lungs through his nostrils, the process sounding like obscene snorts. I straightened my hand as though I were going to give a judo chop, then rubbed the side of my hand against the underside of the circumcised head, manipulating the bruised-purple surface of the glans. He himself put his right hand to his crotch and grabbed his member at the base, squeezing it tightly.
"His other hand was busy pushing my jersey further up and pulling off the unnecessary bra. The other boob was now given the greater play of affection. He bent down to take my tit in his mouth. His lips covered the edges of his teeth, and I felt him press the tissue together around the erected gooseflesh of the breast-cap. He licked at the areola with his tongue, at first softly, then harder and faster, as if he were growing more hungry for my flesh and at the same time more violent. I was so excited that I put my own fingers into my breast flesh and shoved the hillock deeper into his warm mouth. His lips parted, and I felt his teeth. At first they touched the fleshy part of my breast, but as the moments wore on they ground against the reddish brown of my nipples.
"I was wearing Levi's, and now his right hand pulled at the leather tongue of the belt, releasing the metal nail of the buckle from the hole in which it was anchored. I exhaled more easily, and then felt him slide the zipper down the tract. I heard him sniff, and I, almost as a reflex, sniffed. Immediately I smelled what he was smelling. My crotch was damp, giving off that musky, hormonal scent, bathing the cotton of my underpants in its moist odor. The opened flaps of my pants formed a V, exposing the white cotton, which came halfway between my cunt and my navel. All of the mossy pubic hair was covered, though the thick weave showed through the thin, soft material of the panties. The side of Bob's forefinger rubbed just inside the cleft itself, through the layer of undergarment, and I felt the walls of my vagina exude more moisture. I pressed my legs closer together as I tried to emphasize the friction his prodding was giving me. He raised his index finger, hooked it under the waistband of the panties, and for a moment just groped through the thick crotch hair. His whole body slithered up against mine, and suddenly he was on his side, while I still lay on my back. His finger now played with my labial folds, readying the moistened flaps before he dared to plunge the single digit inside the soft wet chamber. He wiped some of the profuse fluid over the clitoris. He rolled his index fingertip over the nub, and it inflated underneath his touch. His thumbnail dug into the flat muscle just above the even line that marked the hairy crotch apart from the naked and hairless stomach.
"At last his finger plowed in between the lips of my snatch and forced its way deep inside me. My thighs pressed closer together around his hand, and I felt Bob's knuckles engraved in the hollows of my inner thighs. While his index finger went stroking up and down the wet canal, his thumb and forefinger pressed into my inner thighs. I squirmed under the three-pronged attack. His mouth went to the valley between my breasts, and then to the right mound. His teeth clasped lightly around my nipple, pulling at the skin. I arched my spine and raised my chest. He took the hint and played even rougher with the excited tip.
"His gooey index finger emerged from my twat and stroked the raw filament above it. Now both the forefinger and index reentered the sheath, the tips of both fingers flagging against the opposite walls as if to stretch the opening. He pushed in all the way, then lingered for one beat in between strokes, turning the fingers around inside the vaginal coil before pulling his forearm back far enough to threaten withdrawal, then plunged back in again.
"Again he extricated the two fingers, this time pressing the tips against my buttock cheeks, using the access of the groin's archway. I spread my legs even further to accommodate him. The moisture felt delicious, that close to the bung-hole, and even though no man had ever fingered me there before-my experience was not all that extensive-I somehow knew he was going to drive his finger inside the ring of tight anal flesh.
"The nail of his index finger scratched at the area of skin usually hidden where the two cheeks join together. I felt the fingertip turn against the rectum, as if testing it for resiliency. In the air I smelled my cunt smell blend with a drier smell that I soon realized came from my other aperture. The two scents melted into each other until the whole area about the bed was enveloped in a cloud of erotic odors.
"His thumb curled back under the arch and pressed at my glistening clit. The hair itself shone in that place. He rolled the surface of the stubby thumb over the flabby button, and I grew excited, so excited that my breathing became faster and deeper, until all I could hear was the sound of air rasping through my throat. I felt flushed, as though a fever were surging through my brain and body. I felt the nail drill like a knife into the tight folds that guarded my asshole. I gasped as the first joint of the finger pushed past the muscle. As if to reject the new member injected into it, the tissue there became even tighter. Bob pressed forward further with the next stroke, penetrating to the second joint of his finger, then inserted it deeper. I felt as though I were being carved up from the inside, as though a rail were being hoisted up my ass. It was a new sensation. Bob was more skillful at manipulating my privates than any man with whom I had slept previously. 'Man' is the wrong term, because most of them were really boys, with little sexual experience of their own, and so knew little about how to handle a woman.
"His thumb, the surface of which was rough, almost calloused, continued to play with my clitoris and with the labial folds outside my hole. His thin finger was buried between my buttocks, which were burning with a pleasure that included pain. It was a feeling similar to the one I had when I had lost my virginity; the sensation itself was pleasurable, but to obtain it I had to put up with a kind of searing torture.
"He bent the finger at the joint and unplugged me. I felt relief instantly, but almost at the next second I began to feel bitterly the loss of the sensation the finger had given me. But he was only teasing me. The following instant he drove it under the hairy arch and back between my ass hillocks. I felt the tiny wet poker singe the stretched inner flesh of the anal trail. He pushed deep into me with all the force of his arm, scraping the walls of the passageway with his nail.
"Meanwhile, under the stroking of his thumb, I felt the inside of me open up like an abyss, the walls dilating, requesting the intrusion of his penis. But he made me wait while he pushed me even further toward the brink of orgasm. His thumb moved, rubbing the inside hollow of my thigh, just as my hole became more anxious for a presence. He was denying me the one thing I wanted most and making me all the more anxious for it as the moments went on.
"But his other finger kept on plugging. It was irritating, being fingered and stretched in the asshole, while he just teased me with his thumb so close to my cunt without entering it. I raised my hips off the mattress, digging my heels deeper into it, curving my body like a rainbow. His palm rubbed across the triangle of my pubic hair, now grazing the clitoris, now teasing the lips of the cunt.
"I wrenched his organ. It seemed as hard as marble. I yanked it downward from its base, and he let out a low groan. His left hand had begun to gather and reshape the soft flesh of my right ass cheek. I could feel the loose muscle slide against my tailbone. I pulled at the head, running my own thumb against the dividing line that ran from the slit. The transparent fluid had drooled from the tear in the head, and now I smoothed it over the reddened foreskin until there was a thin veneer covering it. I pulled at the stem, aiming it toward my crease.
"He was ready to deliver me, to give me my satisfaction. His arms were stretched at my sides, and I saw his hips rising while he thrust the end of his tool toward my sex. My hand had slid down the pole, and pushed my knuckles against the scrotum until I heard Bob grunt with pain; then I released him, so as not to hurt his testicles. His knees were planted upon the bed between my sprawled limbs, and I felt the pink dome squirm through the tangle of dark pubic hair.
"He shoved the thick head against the lips of my cunt, and I felt the force of his stomach, pushing forward. But the ring of flesh around the hole did not yield immediately. I reached down to my crotch and pulled the lips of my cunt open. Now he easily obtained entrance, and the lining of my twat thrilled to the bulk that now filled it.
"At first his thrusts were slow and smooth. He plowed inside until all of his erection was consumed by me, and he moved so slowly that I was able to get every inch of pleasure. I felt the head twitch inside me, almost at the entrance of my womb. He pushed up and then pulled out, leaving the first couple of inches inside. Then he moved into the hole until our sex hairs meshed together. I forced my buttocks up under him, ramming my stomach into his. My whole body seemed a whirlpool of physical sensations, the center of which was my privates, now oiling frantically in reaction to the friction of his pulsing cock. Watered by the oozing fluid, his whang was being bathed as it plunged and divided me at my center. I tried to clamp my vaginal muscles around his poker, and as my labia hugged him he sighed with pleasure. I released him, and he moved back, then pushed forward again. At full penetration I tightened the muscles around him again. I reached down and lightly scratched his sac. This maddened him, and he began to move frantically inside of me.
"I tried to keep up with him, but it was hard. He pushed the end of his whang into one cunt wall and then the other, and I felt as if my whole interior were being ripped asunder. My stomach was unsteady, and I could hear the fluids being rocked inside. The room was filled with sounds: the rasp of our breathing, his even deeper and more frantic than my own, and the slurping sound of our coupling genitals. I was following him so hurriedly that I surprised myself when I let out with a loud fart, which Bob delicately chose to ignore.
"His attempt to support himself on his arms ended when his chest sagged against my breasts.
His intake of air was like a wave of deep tremors. His fingers clawed into my shoulders, and he was pushing so fast and with such force that I knew he would come any moment.
"Again my twat dilated around the alien form, then closed tighter than ever, hugging it with my wet flesh. When my climax began, I could not move. I just let my hips blend into the mattress, while he pumped out his love juice. My box opened and closed around it like a door with an electric eye. I felt sharp pains in my chest, as though I were having something like a heart attack. But the pleasure was so intense that I didn't care. I just let him smash me with his prong. Then it was over.
"His body went limp over mine, and it was only after a while that he pulled out of me. His cock was now limp and deflated, and it stretched and snapped as he withdrew. It shined with our mingled moisture.
"In the darkness, I strained my eyes to see the time on the clock across the room. It was five-thirty, and dinner was served at the dorm from five-thirty to six-thirty. I really wanted to see my sister and tell her what had happened. This was the first time I had just met and slept with a man-one, two, three, like that-and I was eager to share my experience of promiscuity with her.
"I excused myself and, though he offered to drive me to Blakesley, I told him I just wanted to walk, maybe think on the way. He smiled and helped me get myself back together, so that I looked halfway presentable when I left the apartment building. He walked me down to the street and told me he would call in a few days. 'You don't have to, you know,' I said. I meant that he shouldn't feel he owed it to me, just because he had picked me up and we had balled. He smiled and said yes, that he knew, but that he wanted to."
The preceding narrative is concerned not with homosexuality, but with a heterosexual experience. As the rest of the case study is presented, however, its connection with the larger history will be detailed. As will happen again in these pages, a heterosexual experience will lead- through "switching" or "troilism"-to a homosexual encounter with a sister.
The teenage years are notorious for occurrences of homosexuality and incest. For the first time, the female child comes into her own, sexually. She may already have a greater or lesser degree of sexual experience, since sexual desire, in many if not all young girls, is at this time in its first bloom. Secondly, as the sexual drive is freed from the restraints of childhood, so are some of those other impulses, less acceptable socially, such as incest and homosexuality.
The story of incestuous oralism presented here was obtained several years after the relationship had ceased to be a sexual one. The first-person narrative that follows has been edited from the transcript of Gail's therapy sessions with a marriage counselor. She claimed, and the counselor concurred with her, that her homosexual incest had impeded her chances for a happy marriage. The therapy was devoted to purging her of the burden of unnecessary guilt.
Her story has been excerpted from the counselor's files, and only those portions relevant to the current study have been used. The first portion, cited above, deals with a "pickup" of Gail by "Bob," a physics graduate student who stops her on campus. In the section of transcript that follows, the two sisters play a trick on the unsuspecting young man by "switching," so that his next date is with Elaine rather than Gail. This in turn leads to a situation in which Elaine, whose homosexual impulses are stronger, gives an elaborate erotic description of her night with the male student. The description arouses her sister, and the two surrender themselves to a session of oralism.
"Another subject that is becoming better understood is homosexuality," writes Helen F. Southard in her Sex Before Twenty, discussing the subject in a way particularly relevant to the case of Gail and Elaine.
- Homosexuality, by its very name, means sexual in relation to the same sex, but there is more to it than overt sex. Adult homosexuals have found several physical ways of releasing sex tensions that are, of necessity, different from intercourse between a man and a woman. These practices become more desirable to them than the usual male-female sex relations. A need to be close to someone is present in every one of us, and for many reasons, some unclear, a preference for the same sex may develop in early adolescence. When it continues into the years when one would "-expect that a man would prefer a woman and vice versa, the term homosexual applies. Many young boys, in the gang years, before they are interested in girls, become stimulated sexually when they are with boys; and young girls, who need someone to love them, may find pleasure in the caresses of young girls or women. This does not imply homo-. sexuality as a way of life. Most persons, as they enlarge their circle of friends and interests, change, and eventually are attracted to the opposite sex, even if they have been, for a short time, sexually attracted to their own sex....
... New studies of homosexuals show that many of them might grow out of their homosexual interests if they didn't feel that they were born that way, or were outcasts from society because they were queer. Psychotherapy has helped some homosexuals to accept heterosexual behavior for themselves....
... Young girls frequently go about, arm in arm, and boys enjoy games involving bodily contact. These experiences are not abnormal; they help people get used to themselves and others....
- The important question here, and one of the factors that this book will attempt to analyze, is whether there would have been any homosexual relationships for either girl, had not their homosexuality tendency been directed toward each other. The question is fairly easily answered by analyzing all the situations, and by juxtaposing the findings, one against the other.
Elaine, the more aggressive in the oralism that follows, went on to engage in numerous lesbian trysts, interrupted by long periods Of attachment to males. She remains, at this writing, unmarried. It seems clear that she would have eventually succumbed to this drive, unlike Gail, whose current feelings of remorse indicate that she would not have fallen into such a pattern had not the strong ties of sisterhood pulled her there.
Dr. Albert Ellis has examined the problem of homosexuality and found it a manifestation of neurosis. While not denying the homosexual components in the "normal" heterosexual, he cites some of the reasons why individuals can become "fixated" on their own sex.
- Assuming that fixed homosexuality and other forms of deviation do have important psychological causes, one of the most important of these is the fact that the individual who becomes deviated, as a result of sex teachings which usually derive from childhood or adolescence, learns to be fearful or guilty about certain sex-love acts. And because he has biological sex drives which usually urge him to seek some kind of outlet, he becomes fixated, instead, on substitute acts.
So it is that a male who learns that heterosexual coitus is dangerous or wicked may easily become fixated on masturbation or homosexuality. Or, to punish himself for having intercourse, he may only engage in it in masochistic or other limiting ways.
Even more important in many instances is the fact that the individual may be raised to be terribly afraid of being inadequate or incompetent at sex-love relations of one kind and may therefore retreat to different kinds of relations....
... Again, an individual may originally have such pleasant experiences with one form of the sex act (such as relations with young children) that he becomes convinced or afraid that he will not be able to duplicate these experiences with other forms of sex behavior (such as having sex relations with adults). Consequently, he becomes fixated on the early kind of contact....
- Once the individual, because of feelings of fear, shame, of inadequacy, does become sexually deviated, he usually berates himself for having acquired deviant tendencies; and this additional shame and self-disparagement drive him toward becoming obsessively-compulsively fixated. Sexual neurosis, like general neurosis, - thus tends to become self-perpetuating and often more deeplyingrained as the years pass. Finally, the individual becomes utterly convinced that he cannot behave other than in a deviant fashion and he discontinues all attempts to try to overcome his deviation.
"I rushed back to Blakesley, our dorm, and took the elevator to the seventh floor. Elaine was sticking some of our posters on the wall when I entered. I asked her if she felt any better, and she said she did.
"'Listen,' I said, 'you'll never guess what happened.' Then, for the next half hour and at dinner I told her about Bob, while she constantly prodded for detail.
"While we were eating our dessert, I noticed she had fallen silent. But after a while she looked up, and her lips formed a big grin. She was giggling.
"'What're you thinking?' I asked.
"'Remember Carl and George, back home?' "I certainly did. Carl and George were two boys at our high school. They were both on the football team, and they were best friends. Anyway, for a while Elaine had been steady-dating Carl, while I was going steady with George. After a few months of comparing sexual experiences, she noticed that I seemed much more excited with George's lovemaking than she was with Carl's. One day she said something like, 'I wish there was a way we could share him, Gail.' I sort of felt funny, and I let the remark go. When I didn't answer, she went on. 'You know, Gail, there is a way we could. And you could have Carl, too. But neither of them would have to know about it.' "At first I objected, because I thought we'd surely be found out. After all, they were more than casual dates. And our personalities were certainly different. But Elaine had a plan.
"Every Friday night, our parents had played bridge at the house of some friends a few miles away. Their games always lasted way into the night, because both my parents and the other couple were absolutely fanatic about the game. Often Carl and George would come over, and we'd sit around and watch the color television in the living room, sipping beer they had brought. If they brought grass, we smoked it in our rooms upstairs, because of the smell.
"Most of the time we would split up fairly early in the evening, about ten o'clock, and go upstairs. We both had small black-and-white TV's in our rooms, and we could neck with our boyfriends while we watched.
"Anyway, this one Friday evening, we both went upstairs, on some pretext or other, and quickly changed. Then we stood at the top of the stairs and suggested they come up. Both did, and I led Carl toward Elaine's bedroom, and George went with Elaine into mine. They had had a few beers apiece and were slightly drunk. Though our voices are similar, we tried to talk as little as possible. And, actually, once we settled on the bed, with the room unlit and the TV flickering in the darkness, there was not much need to say anything. Without hesitation, Carl made love to me. I just hoped he wouldn't notice that my breasts were slightly larger than Elaine's. Apparently he didn't.
"Elaine had a bit more trouble. George asked her about her-he meant my-breasts. As we had agreed, Elaine had mumbled something about her time-of-the-month shrinking the size of her boobs. Which was silly, of course, but most teenage boys know very little about feminine physiology, so his curiosity was abated.
"So now, when she suggested the same technique with Bob, I wondered. Certainly we could fool him, particularly if he used grass. He hardly knew me, had fucked me only one time.
Though I was attracted to him, and wanted to see him again, I agreed that she could go out with him when he called.
"I told her about everything that had gone on, where and how I had met him, and everything we had said to each other. I had already given her the narrative of our lovemaking in detail, but that evening, before we went to bed, she made me repeat it. To calm her down, so that she wouldn't be over-anxious, I pointed out that he might not really call, that he might have just said he would, out of being polite, and that my quick acquiescence to his sexual advances could have turned him off. Even so, after we had turned the lights in the room off to go to sleep, I heard her breathing become heavy, and the springs under her bed begin to moan. I don't know whether she thought I was sleeping-I usually fall asleep very quickly-but I guess that the prospect of the adventure had turned her on and motivated her to masturbate.
"Sure enough, Bob did call, later that week, on Thursday, asking me-and, though he did not know it, Elaine-out on Friday night. He would phone up to the room from the dorm lobby.
"On Friday I said good-bye to Elaine and watched her run down the hall to the elevator. I spent the evening looking through my new textbooks. When she came in just a few minutes before 2:30, the dorm's lockout time, I was already asleep, but she turned the lights on and insisted on telling me the whole story. 'All right,' I told her, 'I'm awake, but shut those lights off.' She did, and then, as she talked, she undressed.
When she was in her sheer nightgown, she sat at the edge of my bed, looking down into my face, and continued to tell the story of the evening's happenings in clinical detail.
"They had gone to a movie, then to a coffee bar for a drink and ice cream, then to his apartment. I had told her how messy it was, but, laughing inwardly at the game we were playing, she remarked at how neat it was. He had cleaned up in preparation for my visit! They had gotten stoned, and then he had made love to her on the floor. Later, he pulled out the bed and had eaten her out. Afterwards, she sucked him off. She had not signed out for an 'overnight,' so he had to rush her home.
"At the end of the long monologue, she said how excited retelling the adventure had made her. 'Talking about it to you, Gail-it's almost better than doing it.' I laughed. 'No, really,' she said. Tossing her head back, her hand rested on her belly, covered now by a gauze-like material, the fingers pointing down to the thatch of hair the nightgown did not conceal. She said she still felt as horny as hell.
"I asked her what it was like to be eaten out. No one had ever done it to me. I had only gone out with younger men before Bob, boys my own age, and few of them were into oralism. 'It's like-' she said, starting to explain, then cut herself off. 'Well,' she said, 'he waved his tongue over the clit, until I felt that my whole box was being drowned, with wave after wave of moisture pouring down on me, like the pounding of the ocean on the shoreline. He made sucking noises with his mouth, and it felt like I was being drawn into his mouth and that all the flesh there was being pulled toward his throat, ready to be swallowed.' "I became aroused. I asked her to go into greater detail. I noticed that her hand hovered dangerously near to her vagina. Occasionally her fingers would press hard into her stomach, as though she were anxious for the pressure, and perhaps for friction imitative of sex.
"After a while of talking like this, she said, 'Would you like me to show you?' I asked her what she meant, but I knew instinctively, for I blushed from head to foot, though she couldn't see my embarrassment in the dark. I really don't think any of what happened next would have happened had the lights been on. I don't think we could have ever faced each other with the lights on, and she wouldn't have suggested it, and I wouldn't have agreed. 'I mean, I'll do it to you,' she said, 'so you'll know what it feels like.' "I took a deep breath, exerting an effort to steady my voice. 'You don't think there would be anything wrong with it?' I asked naively. 'I mean, weird or anything?' She was silent for an instant, then said, 'No, not really. I mean, it's not like we were lesbians or anything. We're just sisters. I'd just be sort of showing you what Bob did to me.' "I tensed my body and braced myself. 'Okay,' I said, and waited for her next move. My legs were already spread apart underneath the bedcover. I felt the palm of her hand rest on my covered thigh, and then I peeled the comer of the blanket forward. She took its edge into her own hand and drew it down the bed, standing. She sat down again. I was wearing a flannel dressing gown, but I raised my hips off the bed and pulled the hem up toward my waist. Now my vagina and my pubic hair were fully exposed to her sight. 'Gee, yours has gotten thicker than mine,' she said off-handedly.
"Rather in a business-like manner, she bent her head forward and down, her buttocks sliding against the bottom sheet. I closed my eyes for a second, then opened them. I saw her head- just her hair, really-above my crotch, just before her mouth descended. Suddenly I felt a warm moisture.
"The first of the assault was mild. It was her tongue tip that had first wiped the labial flesh around the hole. She teased the ripples of soft meat with the side of her tongue. She pushed the layers of flesh around from side to side. She pursed her full lips and puckered them just above the clitoris. I arched my spine and shoved my stomach and my crotch up, pushing the clit against her lips and teeth.
"I opened my eyes again, and this time I saw my sister's head bobbing. To give her more leeway, I spread my legs further apart. Now the tongue threatened the vagina itself. It brushed for a moment against the thick tuft of dark hair, then wagged back and forth over the outer lips. As I began to long for the assault, she pushed her tongue inside the hole. The walls of my organ moved in to cover the instrument.
"My cunt was instantly moist, and the musky odor of woman began to rise from it. The way of the tongue was eased, and Elaine began to move her tongue faster and with more force as she tasted the fluid I was letting escape the sides of the twat.
"With one hand she pushed my thigh away from her cheek, which was hot, almost burning. The soft tongue licked at the inside of the box and then moved outside to the hairy skin around the entrance. I felt her lips push into my button. Gradually the upper lip drew up and exposed her teeth, which she ran gently over the sensitive tissue. Her tongue began to stretch below the clitoris to the hole once more.
"Not thinking, I reached with my hand for her head, and I dug my fingers into her hair. The tips felt the sweating of her scalp. This must have encouraged her, for she began to move her head up and down in a quick rhythm that increased the pleasure her tongue and lips now gave me. She drew her lips over her teeth and sucked at the flesh around the clit. I felt the tissue get sucked into her mouth. Then she let it go, and as she released it her mouth came into contact with my moist inner lips.
"She did this again and again, increasing the tempo of her manipulations. I pushed up, and my buttocks flexed time after time. Beneath us, my bed began to squeak. The springs were old and they moaned in time to each thrust of Elaine's tongue and each counterthrust of my hips. I wrapped my legs around her, my heels pointing in toward her spine, the soles only inches from each other. I was clasping her tightly in my excitement, my demand that she satisfy me.
"Both hands cupped her head and forced her up and down on the ridges of sensitive flesh. I heard a popping noise each time she sucked at the clit, and I began to wish she would put her finger in my cunt. I couldn't wait, though, for that additional pleasure, and I reached under my leg and inserted a finger into myself. I stuck it as far into the pie as it would go. The back of my hand brushed Elaine's neck, and she put her finger inside, too, so that we each had one finger up my vagina.
"I began to push up with more force, and sort of roll my hips against her mouth and chin. Now that she had started to finger me, I grew lazy and withdrew my hand. Her stroking was smooth at first, but then she began to jerk it against the walls, drilling her fingertip into the wet flesh. Her fingers began to knead my thigh meat. She grabbed under my hips and squeezed the flesh there.
"I exclaimed, 'Ouch,' when one of my pubic hairs got caught between her teeth. The thin strand was pulled out of my skin, and it hurt for a second before she began to soothe away the pain with the soft wet edge of the tongue. She scraped the clit with the insides of her lips, and I felt her hot white teeth move over the hair and the sheath of skin that surrounded my core.
"Now her arms came under me, at my waist. Her wrists hugged my upper ass. Her fingers folded into each other. It was pretty obvious that she was expecting me to come soon, and, indeed, I was almost ready. I pushed my crotch deeper into her face, holding my spine in an arch. I could smell the musk that had begun to run on my thighs and around my groin. It was a wet, almost tropical smell, that scent of woman mixed with clear perspiration. It was a sexy smell.
"She stuck another finger in, hoping, I guess, to drive me over the cliff. Once both fingers had penetrated to their full length, she kept then inside, wiggling the fingertips against the walls of the vagina. She turned her fingers in me, then pulled her hand and fingers out with a flourish.
"I began to 'ooh' and 'aah.' The pleasure was delicious, but I didn't want to come just yet and rob myself of the pleasure that came from drawing the experience out. Now Elaine turned her head from side to side, up and down, and grew more frantic. She gently seized the clitoris between her teeth, and her tongue slashed at the gathered flesh. I pressed my sweating palms to the mattress. My arms straightened, and I pushed down, my whole body an arch. My legs were stretched out stiff. My fingers gripped the sheet, and I felt my head snap back.
"The orgasm was a shiver that racked me from the top of my head down my spine and seemed like a flame between my ass cheeks, singeing the anus and the vagina at once. It dissipated as it traveled the length of my quivering lower limbs. The sound of the bedsprings was a whine combined with a series of dull thuds. The thuds at last subsided, as did the whine, and I wrapped my folded hands around my sister's neck and let my ass sink into her waiting palms. She did not raise her head off me. I opened my eyes and looked up at the white ceiling. My breathing became more even and measured, as did hers. She turned her head to one side and rested her cheek on my inner thigh. I stretched my arms downward and folded my fingers underneath her armpits, pulling her now limp body up across my stomach and toward my face.
"I rubbed the back of my head into the pillow below it, and felt the pillowcase dry the moisture which had apparently streamed down the sides of my neck. As I pressed my fingers into the slight stubble of my sister's underarms, I realized that she was wet, too, from her part of the exertion. Then she asked me, as calmly as if she were asking me whether I wanted a cup of tea, whether I had liked it.
"'Well ... I began, but then I realized that my tone was too equivocal and that Elaine would be disappointed. 'No, what I mean,' I went on, confused, 'is that it's really great' She looked up at me, and she had a broad smile on her face.
"'Do you want to do it to me?' she asked cheerfully, and I shivered inwardly. It was one thing to have it done to me, but to do it to another girl was sort of disgusting. Then I realized that she would think I was just being selfish, and I admitted to myself that it might be true. I owed it to her to try. 'Right now?' I asked. She answered with a question of her own: 'Why not?' I shrugged and took my nightdress over my head, my breasts a bit chilled by the night air. The nipples on them were stiff, but perhaps that was the excitement of what was to happen: my first active participation in a lesbian experience.
"Elaine had spread herself on the bed, her body fitting neatly into the outline my own had made and warmed for her on the sheets. Her legs were both bent at the knees. She had her right hand over her belly, just below the navel. Her little finger was almost into the tangled threads of pubic hair. She made a slight movement of her buttocks on the sheet. I could hear the sound of skin against linen, and I sort of tingled. It was as though she were raising her hips sensuously, as in orgasm. I put my right hand outside the angle of her two legs and started to bend forward. The tip of my left breast touched her leg. Then I felt her fingers push into my shoulder blade. She had sat up on the bed, though her legs hadn't moved.
"She bowed her head, and I felt her wet lips part and expose her teeth against my naked shoulder. She brushed the lips against me like the wings of a butterfly. I felt wet there and excited, though the sensation was just at a pinpoint. Her hands framed my face. The tips of her long fingers jammed against my cheekbones and curved back into my hair. Her thumbs curled under my jaw. I closed my eyes, for I knew what was coming.
"Her breath was warm and fresh as I breathed it through my nostrils. I inhaled deeply. Her tongue carved a path through my lips and separated my teeth, and her tongue slid over mine. Hers was thicker than my own, and it seemed to fill my whole mouth. A strand or two of spittle ran from the comers of my mouth. Through my lips, I felt the pressure of her teeth against my gums. Now her fingers were caressing wildly over my back, around my waist. She took my hand and brought it to her crotch. At first I felt just the texture of the hair, but I followed a trail of moisture to the gap itself. My fingers almost fell inside the cleft-her hole was really much looser than mine. I wiggled the fingertips inside the chute. She was wet. She shoved against my hand, as if she were trying to swallow my whole hand in her cunt. She bucked her hips, beginning a slow rhythm with them.
"She lay back on the bed and closed her eyes. I pulled my hand back out of her cunt, and my fingers curled over her thigh. I forced my head uncertainly forward, shutting my eyes tightly. My lips separated, and then I brought them down on Elaine's cunt. I stuck my tongue out and palped the sensitive flesh of her loins like a fluttering bird. Her thighs opened wider and the insides of her legs touched my arms.
"I knew pretty much what she would taste like, because sometimes I would masturbate and then taste my fingers when I was through. I pushed the slivers of raw-pink labia around with the end of my tongue, then brought my open mouth closer to her crotch. She arched her spine and raised her hips, bringing the vulva to my open mouth. I aimed my tongue inside her chute and plunged in. It tasted like salty slush, a little more bitter as I stuck my tongue up further. She was raw and wet, growing wetter as I sucked. Her wrists turned on my shoulders, while the fingertips and nails scratched at my back and armpits.
"My jaw fell into the depression of her snatch as she pushed against my face. She rolled her body at first, with smooth, circular movements, but then she began to flex her body as though it were a whip of flesh she were testing. I felt the energy in her body as she instinctively tightened her muscles, withstanding in this way the tension she was storing for final, climactic release.
"She pushed up, harder, burying my chin in her labial flesh. Her body began to relax and tighten up in swift turns. At first the sequence of tensings and unfoldings was subtle and fast. But now, as I continued to lick at her hairy privates, the rhythm of her body slowed, and the arching of her taut frame was more anxious, more uncontrolled. My hands went to the sides of her hips. My fingernails glided over the pale, smooth skin that covered her hip bones. I moved my right hand up, almost to the waist, and she said, 'Oh, yeah, yeah, scratch me, yeah, ooh, that's good.' But I was timid. Instead, I just rubbed my moistened palms across the flesh.
"She began to coil toward orgasm, her systolic movements growing shorter. My arms were draped over her sprawled legs, and I began to move my whole head, with my mouth sucking everywhere, around and around, rubbing my nose against the clitoris while bucking my tongue against my sister's labia. The swooshy noise I was making with my tongue and lips was like someone sucking on a straw when the cup is empty.
"I drew my knees up under me, so I was kneeling, my breasts separated from her stomach by inches. My tits were hard. I looked down at the right nipple, and a chill passed through me. She brought her cunt to my mouth slowly and deliberately. I started to wag my head as my tongue crossed the soggy network of curly hairs. I could see the subtle gradations of pink on the skin of her nymphae and labial folds. I raised my head to breathe, and as the hot smell of her box seeped into my lungs, she moaned petulantly, 'Eat me, eat me! It's close, I can feel it!' So I returned to my exercise. After a few moments, she broke into a gallop, bruising my lips with the convulsions that racked her. I would have thought she was coming, except that the spasms lasted too long, and, toward the end, her movements became even more violent.
"She almost threw herself off the bed. But I put my arms up on her breasts and held her down. Now she seemed to push herself into the mattress on the downstrokes. It was as if she were jumping supine on a trampoline. Her arms were raised up, as if in supplication. I could scarcely feel the tremors of the orgasm, she was bouncing so strenuously under me.
"Later that year, Elaine started going out with Eliot Sellers, the divorced father of one of our dorm friends, a girl named Sally. Sellers was a newsman from Los Angeles, a radio broadcaster. He was one of the younger fathers, and certainly in better shape than most men his age. He was just forty, and he worked out a lot, so he had a good, strong body. He had light, sandy hair, and he dressed very well. He made a point of flying up from Los Angeles on several weekends, ostensibly to see his daughter, but really to see Elaine.
"By this time Elaine was already getting hung up on homosexuality. She had had a couple of other lesbian experiences with two girls, one in our dorm and another in the other girls' dorm in the complex. She looked up to Eliot, sort of like a substitute father, and she began to confide in him. They were fucking, but still she would explain about having had cunnilingus with me. He didn't mind, and, as I get the picture, he was kind of titillated, at any rate. He always encouraged her to go on with extremely detailed stories and descriptions of these affairs.
"At one point she suggested to him that she would feel more at ease if there were another girl in bed with her. She knew he would like that, too. When she suggested that the other girl be me, he jumped at the chance. Of course, she didn't ask me until after she had told him, but, with a little persuasion, she got me to go along.
"Eliot rented a motel room about ten miles from the campus. We went there about ten at night, and Elaine and I stayed in the car while he registered. I was slumped down in the back seat. Elaine was up front. We figured we'd go in one at a time, and if the guy at the desk was looking, he'd think that Elaine had come out, when it would really just be me going in. As it happened, he wasn't nosy, and he didn't watch us go inside. The rooms were around a courtyard, with a small kidney-shaped swimming pool.
"Elaine went straight into the bathroom. She switched on the light, and I could hear the whirring of the overhead fan in the windowless cubicle. She didn't bother to close the door, and I could see her move about hurriedly, shedding her clothes and rearranging her hair in consulation with the mirror.
"I was alone in the other room, the large bedroom, with Eliot. He smiled at me, but I felt shy, too shy to strip right then. But he thought nothing of my hesitancy-if, indeed, he noticed it-and started to disrobe. He was in his jockey shorts when my sister came in, her breasts hanging loose and naked, but still wearing half-panties of white cotton. She looked at me curiously and with some annoyance, then cocked her head toward the bathroom. I went in and undressed quickly. I could hear Eliot sigh, and I guessed-rightly-that she was already beginning to fondle his penis.
"When I came back, in my bra and panties, she was standing at the side of the bed, leaning forward, and rolling the palm of her hand over the bulb at the end of his long, thick stick. She hadn't bothered to have him take off his briefs, and a few straggling black pubic hairs were nestled in the folds of the underwear's crotch. She looked over her shoulder at me, and I walked around to the other side of the bed. I was getting kind of excited now.
"Eliot's prick was big and thick. My sister's thumbnail scraped the glans casually, while the forefinger of her other hand ran down the flattened side of the stalk. A single transparent tear had already seeped out of the slit and began to drip down the glans.
"I stretched out on the bed, turning on my side. Eliot reached for my breasts, encased in the fabric of my brassiere. His hand found the clasp, and I inhaled as he unleashed it. My sister grabbed my left cup and pulled the bra off, throwing it to the floor. Then her open hand drew away from Eliot's prong, and like elastic the semen stretched until the string broke. She rubbed my tit with her come-moistened palm. She began to knead the flesh, sticking her long, well-manicured nails into my diaphragm as she swept below the boobs.
"Through my pants, Eliot felt my beaver. I pressed my thighs together around his hand and felt the heat flow from my crotch to his fingertips. He prodded the lizard-like ripples of exterior skin, until the synthetic fabric showed drops of wetness from my vaginal secretions. Elaine, now on her knees, retreated toward the foot of the bed. She slithered her hands under me and pulled the panties past my buttocks. Eliot's fingers were reluctant to give way even for a moment.
"While his forefinger diddled at my clitoris, Elaine stuck her finger inside the hole itself. I pushed against her and her knuckles grazed my vulva. Elaine pulled her finger and pushed forward, past Eliot, and covered me with her nudity. Her knees were still planted on the bed, and Eliot busied himself with divesting her of the lone undergarment she still wore. I saw her patch of bristle and stuck my hands between her legs. I wrapped one hand around the inside of her thigh, and with the fingertips of the other I stroked her clitoris.
"Eliot was on his side now. It was clear that he was content really to watch. His prick was huge, pulsing and straining with the flow of blood through the blue veins. Absentmindedly, almost, my sister reached behind to seize his weapon. She squeezed it so hard that I could see the exercise reflected in the tensing of her facial muscles. She relaxed, then squeezed again. I looked at Eliot. He was all teeth, smiling. The harsh clutching was causing him no discomfort.
"Her thumb flicked my button, while her index finger coursed my vaginal canal, producing lavish moisture from the walls. Then she pulled her finger out, only to reinsert the index and middle finger, working together now, doubling the width of the machine that now fingered me. She stuck a third finger inside, and now the circumference of the hole felt strained. She pushed my legs further apart and removed her hand from the wound. On her knees, she came into the angle my legs formed. Sticking her hips out and bending back, she tried to rub her sex against mine. She straightened her legs and put them under me. Her arms supported my torso. My legs were wrapped around her waist. I felt her wetness against my own. She was hot. I put my finger inside of her, and I watched as the wagging tip caused a change in her breathing, making the sighs turn into quick gasps.
"The smell of sex wafted into our noses. I kept my eyes open, but my sister closed hers, opening them occasionally, but betraying no emotion: they looked glazed over. When a stroke of my finger would particularly affect her, she would seem to squint, even with the lids closed. She folded her fingers, then rubbed the knuckles over her own clitoris, while I continued to press my own hand against her organ, my forearm aching with the regular assault.
Her other hand now came slowly, smoothly, from where it had rested on my back, and the fingertips lightly touched my body. Her thumb flexed downward, and she rubbed the clitoral nub with the joint of the thick finger. I pushed my hands into the mattress and tried to raise my hips up, in that way to double the pressure against my jewel.
"But Elaine was getting impatient and she arranged me on the bed. I kept my legs sprawled at full extension. On her knees, she bent her head forward to my crotch. Her own legs were spread wide. Eliot moved quickly and gracefully, I could see only his hairy thighs in this chain of lust, and occasionally his bobbing chin, as the sounds of suction began to fill the room. I squeezed my sister's breasts as she let her tongue streak lazily over the cleft, which had now relaxed. Her tongue flexed against the first millimeters of flesh inside of the hole. Once she had wet me with the tongue, she let a cool column of air come from her lungs. It felt like ice.
"She puckered her lips and gripped a hunk of the surrounding flesh between her teeth. She was gentle, though, and she just rolled the slight pocket of flesh inside her mouth. The air whistled through the spaces between her teeth. She pushed the upper teeth inside the narrow cavern, and she scraped the film-covered flesh with the edges. I crossed my arms over my breasts and dabbed my fingers into my nipples. The areolas became like warm stones as I pushed the brown crown into the soft mounds of tissue. I nestled my chin against the slope of the breast and licked the cap, making it shine under the glow of the lamp on the nightstand. I let the breast resume its natural position and just ran my palm over it until it got even stiffer and was dry of the saliva with which I had moistened it.
"With the end of her tongue, Elaine was pushing around the flaps and folds of skin that guarded the hole. But I was hungry for pressure on the clit, so I shoved my right hand in between my sister's face and my own pubic area. I easily found the nub, and I laced it with the moisture that had come seeping from my pussy. I rolled the button of skin and flesh and got hotter and hotter. Elaine was cutting deep into me with her tongue, probing hard into my cunt meat. Behind her, his head framed by the archway of her spread legs, Eliot was making wild sucking noises. He had his arm raised, the fingertips ramming between the cheeks of her ass. Her hips were beginning to roll, in wide bumps and grinds, to increase the friction of his fingertips against the back door to her body.
"She reached up to my breasts with one hand, and forced her fingers under my own. grasping and squeezing. She pinched the nipple between her anxious fingers, playfully teasing the point. She pushed her thumb up into the soft underside of the breast. She was licking at my pussy still, and I felt the saliva mix with lubrication and ooze over the cluster of hair and loose, dangling skin, hanging from the sides of the vaginal opening.
"Eliot disengaged himself and raised both of her legs in the air, then draped them over his shoulders. I could see the top of his head move now, as he continued to lick at Elaine's pussy. He pushed her buttocks apart with his hands, then let his tongue slide from vaginal hole to rectal opening.
"He was on his knees. His pecker stood out at attention below his stomach. More semen had oozed out from the eye of the cock. The foreskin was pulled back to expose the purplish glans. Below the member the bag of testicles hung, the wrinkles skin brown and tough.
"Elaine's body shot down at an angle from Eliot's hunched shoulders. A shudder passed through her. I felt the jerk of her head, and then the edges of her teeth slid over to the inside of my thigh. Quickly, thirstily, she returned to my cunt as orgasm passed through her. With one hand, Eliot began to rub his prick. The fingers folded over the long tube, and now hot lava began to burst out from its head. One hot globule and then another flew into my stomach and legs. My fingernails sank into my breasts, and I felt the nipples against the fingers. They were hard, and I was coming. I lifted my hips and shoved my twat up into my sister's mouth. I opened my mouth and my eyes, and a hurricane of air filled my throat. I looked at Eliot, and his face was still contorted with his orgasm. He was still spraying the hot glue out toward me. Some of it. landed on the bedspread, some on my own skin. His other hand rested under the scrotal sac, cupping it just as it was giving its sweet milk.
"I was still coming when he stopped, and I came for seconds after my sister's movements became a slow-motion dance in ebbing passion. The smell of female juices now mingled with that of the sugar-sweet cream from Eliot's organ. Clumps of sperm stuck to the stillerect mass of his cock, looking now like a coating of vaseline. I felt my sister breathe air in, her face down in my damp center."
CHAPTER THREE-Oral Troilism
The case of Dawn, fourteen, her fifteen-year-old sister, Peggy, and the latter's seventeen-year-old boyfriend, Tom, from whose standpoint the story is related.
"I met Peggy one Friday night at the movies. She was standing in the lobby with this girl friend of hers. I was with Bob, this friend of mine. We went up to them and started talking. We wound up taking them for sodas. Then we made out in Bob's car, Peggy and I were on the back seat, and Bob and the other girl were in the front.
"So I started going out with Peggy. She wasn't very bright, and she looked kind of slutty. I wouldn't take her anywhere good, you know, but she did the deed, as they say, and that was good enough.
"She started inviting me to her house, because her parents both worked during the day. So we would go to her bedroom and make out, this usually leading to screwing. She lived at the edge of town in an old run-down tract home. Most of the other tract houses there were abandoned. She had this sister, Dawn, though, who was pretty sexy, even though she was only fourteen. In some ways she was sexier than Peggy. Her voice was deep, kind of throaty, a little like Lauren Bacall's. And, though she had small breasts, she didn't wear a bra around the house, and you could see the nipples pushing up and through the fabric of her blouses. She would always grab at the bottom of the shirt and force the material against the skin. Sometimes I could tell that the tit was erect, just from the way she held it.
"I could tell she was turned on by me, too, because of the way she'd always parade around like this. She had close-cropped blonde hair. I knew it was real blonde, because one time she walked past Peggy's bedroom when she had left the door open. She already had a real bush of pubic hair, and it was blonde.
"This kind of thing made Peggy up-tight. But I provoked it, I guess, by flirting with her sister. After a while, I started hinting around that maybe the kid could participate in some sex with us. Peggy wasn't hot about the idea, but I found a way I could turn her on to it.
"I started bringing sexy pictures over with me. I noticed that these were really getting to her, because, after she would be looking at them, it was hard to tear her attention to something else-actual sex-because her eyes were glued to the glossy color photographs. I got them from my brother, who lived in Tijuana.
"After a while, she would just sort-of settle on the bed, naked, holding the pictures in her hand. Her legs might not be spread apart at first, but after a while they would spread until she made a V with her limbs.
"About the fourth time I brought this stuff over, she let her hand wander to the beaver. Her index finger slid right down over the clitoris. It didn't move, but I noticed her breathing was heavy. I was lying on the bed next to her, naked -we had just fucked a few minutes before-and I was starting to get aroused again by the image of her lying there, naked, dabbing at her crotch with her finger.
"I put my hand on her breast. Her nipple was already stiff. I pushed my thumb into the red-brown circle. She arched her back and pushed the breast further against my finger, surrounding the first joint with pure, white-pink skin.
"I could smell her cunt. The mixture was of the tangy scent of her own vaginal fluids mixed with the sperm I had recently sown inside of her. It was a little like the spray of ocean at a dirty beach.
"I put my hand above hers, and my fingers curled down toward the slash itself. I pushed my index finger inside, and the flat of the finger felt a clump of semen that had adhered to one side, just beyond the opening. She pushed her pelvis up to me. I bent my finger inside of her and then straightened it again.
"'Go down on me, Tommy,' she said, laying the picture aside. I brought my mouth down to the intersection of her legs. She moved her hand to the inside of her thigh, then brought her legs close together, crossing them at the ankles. I dug my hands into her belly, just above the crotch. Her pubic hair was coarse, and I enjoyed the harsh texture of it, playing with it with my fingers. I pushed another finger inside the hole. Her cunt was tight, even though she had fucked dozens of guys. I know, because she told me.
"I took my fingers out and smeared the fluid across her large left breast. When I lifted my fingers, a strand of semen stretched out, then broke. I pushed myself down on the bed. I opened my mouth wide, but my tongue was lazy as it followed the jutting lips of her vaginal skin. Inside, I tasted my own essence, mixed with her lubricating fluids. I pressed my fingernails, like claws, into her inner thighs. I gripped the flesh and pulled it away from the thigh bone.
"My lips smeared all over the hair of the beaver. She moaned softly. 'Give me your teeth,' she cried, her voice a hoarse whisper, reminding me instantly of her sister's voice, and I ran my teeth against the protruding folds. I bit down on the flesh just at the side of the hole, then released my grip and coated the clitoris with the film of my dripping saliva.
"I smelled the anal smell from between her legs, filtering up. I hit harder at her with my mouth, striking the jaw against the mesh of pubic bonework beneath. I rubbed my nose against the clitoris.
"Quickly, as if in anticipation, she started to bump her groin into my face, and I realized she was coming. I jammed two fingers up the quim, and she started to wiggle her whole pelvis against my mouth. The hairs and her cunt lips scratched at my chin. A few pubic hairs crawled up the lining of my nostrils. I poked my fingers into the thighs and felt the quivering plank of bone inside. She grunted as thud after thud of final release passed through her body. She expelled muscular waves at her waist, and ripples of strength passed down to the groin itself. Her fingers clenched at the flesh at the side of her waist. The skin there was raw with the marks of her fingernails by the time she was through coming.
"After it was all over, and after her frantic surges of hip and pelvic movements had ground first to slow waves, then to silence and inertia, I pulled my fingers out. The digits were wet to my knuckles. I looked at Peggy. Her eyelids were closed, but her mouth was still half open. Between her pink lips, their lipstick coloring smeared, I saw the blemished white of her teeth, and her tongue lying inside the enamel traps like a lazy pink-red whip. There was no longer any tension in the muscles of her face. She was completely relaxed. I turned over on my side, then on my back. I was tired, and I even felt an ache in my lower arm from the exercise of pushing her to orgasm with my fingers. Besides, my mouth felt dry from all that licking. At the back of my throat, there was a harshness, a complete lack of moisture.
"I looked down at my penis. It was already starting to erect. But, when I looked at Peggy, her full breasts rising and falling with complete satisfaction, I knew that I would not be fulfilled, not immediately at least. I pulled at my foreskin, baring the purplish glans. I leisurely brought it up again, then unfurled it once more. A spasm of pleasure passed through my cock, and I dug the edge of my forefinger's nail into the flattened side of the shaft. Peggy's steady breathing beside me convinced me that she was sleeping.
"Not so much consciously, I began pulling at and then releasing the skin that surrounded the shaft. I was breathing more deeply now. I looked down at the prick. A glistening drop of seminal fluid had already escaped. I decided that if I were going to jack off, I might as well do it in the bathroom; it would be embarrassing if Peggy woke up.
"I put on my shorts and went to the door of the bedroom, opening it silently. I peered either way down the hall, and then I walked toward the bathroom. The door was closed, and I heard the rush of water that was the aftermath of a flush. Then, almost immediately, the door opened, and there was Dawn. My phallus, which was already stiff, now forced its way through the flaps of my boxer shorts. Dawn took one look at me and giggled. I-stood there, embarrassed and half paralyzed. But when her eyes traveled down to my crotch, to view my now exposed erection, her giggling was replaced by an awed silence.
"She looked up at me, her lips framing her even white teeth in a smile. Then she brought her body against mine, so that I could feel her breasts, unenclosed by a bra, through just one layer of clothing-her sheer blouse.
"She closed her eyes demurely, and I knew the signal well enough to respond instantly, without thinking. I brought my lips down against hers, feeling my teeth press hard before I opened my mouth and let my tongue sweep inside her orifice. She wiped her tongue over the surface of mine. It was coated with saliva. She bit at my lips. Her tongue was a wild animal inside my mouth. Her fingers dug into the back of my neck and scraped at the skin, urging me to kiss her harder, to more completely fill her mouth with my own. All the time she arched her backbone and thrust her young breasts against mine. The nipples rubbed against mine and, in response to their erections, mine became stiff and hard as well. She was shifting on her heels, and her hand sought out my upper arm, but the fingers streaked down the arm, the thumb pressing into the pocket of flesh above the hip socket. Her nail carved itself into the flab. My cock inched upward in the air, and, thrusting her hips forward, she caught it on her belly. The shaft pressed into her until the head was half buried in her fleshy softness. The warning semen wiped itself off on her skin.
"The arrow, under the force of her body, retreated further up, almost parallel with the line of my body as she squeezed herself close to me. She reached down and found my scrotum. The twin balls floated under the prodding of her fingers. She drove the flat of one finger up against the hidden penile shaft. I felt a spurt of cream shoot up from my tubes.
"I ran my hand over her breast, pushing the roundness of it back against her chest, making it compact with the force I exerted. I took the nipple between my fingers and twisted it one way and then the other on the surface of the boob. She let the air out of her mouth in a low whistle. She made her body taut and straight, stretching her legs and standing on her toes so that, for a moment, she was almost as tall as I am.
"I bashed my penis against her stomach, driving it against her belly, which yielded nicely. Impatiently, I pulled at the top buttons of her blouse, then pulled one side of the garment away from her breast, looking intently at the end of the cone before pressing it into my own nipple, and feeling its hardness there.
"She pulled the elastic waistband of the boxers down against the plank of the erection, then pulled it away from the rod, letting go so that it snapped painfully against my testicles.
"I clutched her dungarees with my fingers, feeling her sagging buttocks in my grip. She swayed under me, almost releasing herself, almost limp, so that I was half supporting her with my one hand.
"She looked behind her, into the bathroom, and then whispered, 'Close the door.' Before I could consider what was happening, she was out of reach. Dumbly, I stepped across the threshold, then brought the bathroom door closed and pinched in the lock to make sure that we would be safe.
"She was already undressing. One foot on the bathtub, she finished unbuttoning her blouse, then slipped it off her shoulders. Naked to the waist, she pulled at the buckle that held her blue jeans together. I saw a flash of pink flesh below the navel and, through pale-blue half-panties, a patchwork of dark and thick pubic hair. I felt a rush of blood circulate through my stomach at the sound of the denims rustling down her thighs.
"The pants fell down to her ankles. She stepped out of them, leaving them in a heap by the edge of the tub. Slowly, she settled down on the toilet seat, her legs spreading eagerly as she sat down. I let my boxer shorts drop on her small pile of clothing, then stepped toward her. She looked up at me, smiling, then grabbed at the cock halfway down its length. I felt the stress as she pulled it downward. When the pressure became uncomfortable, I bent toward her and followed it down. She was aiming the gun at her pussy, the lips to which were as exposed as they could be. She held her body forward, then shoved upward, and with one thrust I gained the inside of her privates. The canal was dry and tight, but still the way was smooth. Her muscles seemed to grab at my weapon, hesitating to release it for a moment, but finally allowing me to plunge in to the hilt. I didn't wiggle the prick against her walls because I was anxious to penetrate immediately as far as I could go, to enjoy every inch of her twat, which was now closing in hard on me, delighting me with her anxious control.
"A sudden quiver of pleasure rippled through my shaft, and I thought for a moment that I would prematurely squirt out my sperm just after that one forward assault. But I held myself perfectly still, while a little of the goo seeped out the head of my scepter. Then the danger was past. The fluids had moistened the very end of her tight hole. I pulled back, pushing my hips into the air. I looked at Dawn-her eyes were shut-then rammed it back inward. I drowned it again and again, the strokes faster and faster. The pleasure of the thrusts was so intense that I didn't want to end it by coming, even though she was getting hotter and hotter. As she became more excited, her insides got juicier with the cunt spittle and her hold on my whang was less certain. My own strokes grew wilder, and I stabbed one wall of her sheath and then the other with the bulbous head.
"Our jiggling on the toilet seat rattled the whole apparatus in a steady rhythm. I ached with the intensity of the heavy burden of glue inside me, clotted somewhere inside my surging prick. Beads of sweat had formed on Dawn's forehead, and she seemed to be gagging as she gasped frantically for air. Regularly, her feet pushed up into the air, her legs straightening. She kicked up with each forward thrust of mine. She turned her body from side to side, and our pubic hairs tangled together. I buried my face in her armpit, while she wrapped her arm around my neck, digging her sharp nails into my neck.
"The sweat that had formed around our pubic centers eased our joining as we hit each other with our bodies. Her cunt contracted and held my cock a prisoner in mid-stroke. I pushed against her, but could not move the joint until her cunt muscles released, dilating.
"'Squirt, please squirt!' she groaned insistently, and I decided to lunge it at her, driving the spike as far as it would go. Suddenly the wet fire spurted out of the thin slit, washing against her walls, caking the raw flesh inside her narrow young cunt. The torch was extinguished by eight or nine shoves, and I knew that she had finished her climax when her lips pressed lazily against my shoulder, and she was no more than a willing receptacle for the last dying gasps of my orgasm.
"When it was all over, she shifted underneath my weight, for my legs were resting upon hers, and the pressure was noticeable now, after the pleasure we had been striving for had been expended. I got up slowly, my legs still spread around the toilet bowl, and looked down at her face, covered now with a thin layer of perspiration. My cock was shining with the liquids of her cunt and with the even film of my own semen.
"Quickly, however, the mast deflated, crumpling its way down toward the wrinkled bag below. Dawn reached for some toilet paper, tore off a few sheets, and dabbed at her cunt.
"When she was finished, she got up unsteadily. She was picking up her panties, and I was putting my snorts back on, when I asked, 'Have you ever ... done it with your sister and ... some guy?' I was nervous, although I tried to conceal that emotion from my voice. She looked puzzled,, but then smiled. 'You?' she asked, white teeth gleaming. I could not help but smile wickedly. 'You think she'd go for it?' she asked. I said I didn't know. I was wondering inwardly if I might be blowing a good thing, stretching my luck, by forcing the issue.
"I told her that I would go back into Peggy's bedroom, wake her up, and start making out with her. She'd stand outside the door and listen, especially for Peggy's voice. When Peggy sounded particularly excited, she'd come in and plunge in, starting on Peggy so that we would both be manipulating her. I figured that this way I could bypass Peggy's natural jealousy.
"I did as I said. When I came into the bedroom, I heard Peggy breathing so hard in her sleep that she was almost snoring. I settled down on the mattress beside her, on my stomach. I put my hand on her breast, and she smiled in her sleep. I rubbed my wrist against her tit, which became instantly hard. I poked my tongue out and laced the perfect ruby with saliva, teasing the areola with my teeth. I opened my mouth wider, pushed against the cone, and seized half of the breast in my mouth.
"With this, she woke up, murmuring, then gently lay her hand on my shoulder and thrust her chest forward. I drew away my mouth, then pressed it to the other jug, kneading the muscle of the other breast with my hand. I squeezed her breast in my hand, and she sighed deeply. My right hand went to her stomach, and I teased her by running my fingertips over her soft belly. Her legs sprang wide open, as if I had parted them with a key inserted into a proper lock. My hand went to her midriff. I pressed my hand into her stomach, then swept my fingers across it, well above the tweed between her legs.
"I doubled my hand into a fist and jabbed the knuckles into her inner thigh. As if in reflex, she folded her leg around my side, binding my arm to my torso. I dragged my fist into the mesh of pubic growth, letting it rest for just a moment against the clitoral ridge before swooping below to push a fraction of an inch inside her still moist slot "My other hand played mercilessly with her breast, molding it into a dozen shapes, twisting it, squeezing it, clawing at it with my nails. I ran my fingertips over her clit, teasing the sliver of flesh that hung at the top of the aperture. I lay above her, supporting myself on my open palms in the push-up position. My cock's head reached almost to her greasy pussy, but I edged it against the clitoris rather than let it surge inside the snatch, for the moment choosing to titillate her, not to fulfill her.
"She grabbed hold of my prong and squeezed it, twisting the foreskin around the tool. She yanked the stem downward, then let it cut a swath through her thick pubic hair, jamming it finally against a sliver of her twat lip.
"I seized a mouthful of skin at her neck between my front teeth. My tongue licked at it. I ran the side of my hand down the valley between her boobs. She squirmed underneath me, and my dome jammed her in the stomach. Her hips quaked, and she ran the soles of her feet frantically up and down the bed sheets. I took my dong in hand and rubbed the end of it up against the button. I spread my legs and sat above her, bending forward so that my penis was achingly close.
"The door opened. I looked at Peggy's face, but her eyelids were tightly shut, and her breathing was loud enough to clothe the almost silent sound of her sister entering.
"Peggy did not even notice the added weight of her sister at the foot of the bed. As I moved to Peggy's side, Dawn slithered up and placed her open mouth on the beaver. Her sister moaned softly and the pelvic bones jutted out of the skin as her ass cheeks tightened, the muscles dimpling with the tension within her.
"She reached down for what she thought were my arms, but her fingers welded with Dawn's naked armpits. She opened her eyes and looked down. I heard her gasp. She looked at me, then again at her sister. But the moment of possible resistance was past. Her hips were counting out an inevitable rhythm. She pushed her sweet-smelling groin into her sister's hungry, sucking mouth. Her sister's lips blended with the folds surrounding Peggy's twat. Her sucking was smooth, soft, but insistent, as though she were trying to devour her sister.
"Instead of stopping the rhythm that her hips pounded out, Peggy shut her eyes again as if in some frenzied dream. Dawn pinched her sister's ass cheeks, then tore them away from each other, exposing the complicated ripples of muscle-work between. Then, slowly, carefully, she brought the globes back together, then pulled them apart, as though she were milking Peggy's backside. She licked at the cunt, coursing her thumb all the way from the base of the crotch V to the arch that led from the groin to the asshole.
"I cupped Peggy's left breast in my palm. I squeezed the barrel of the mound so that the tit stood out sharply, pointed straight at my mouth, which I opened to enclose it. My. tongue lashed at the uneven texture of the areola, my fingers gathered up the flesh of her midriff, pulling on it as she pushed her groin up to her sister's mouth below. My cock throbbed with life. I got on my knees and waddle-walked to the head of the bed, lifting my leg and then bending forward to insert the cock deep in Peggy's wide open mouth.
"Her teeth closed tightly around the instrument, as though she wanted to bite it off. She bit hard, then released it, soothing the pain with the wagging of her tongue. I pushed the weapon deep inside her mouth, the bulb twisting when it came to her throat. She coughed, and I felt the wind from her lung against the sensitive slit. I pulled back a little, and the cock edged against her teeth. When I had retreated so that all but the head was out of her mouth, she clamped her teeth down again, just beyond the glans. Then she grated the enamel edges against the foreskin, advancing up to touch the underside of the bell itself. I groaned at the mixture of pleasure and pain at that sensitive area "Instinctively and without warning, I pulled my hips back and the prick sprang out of her mouth, banging against her cheek. Her mouth opened wide again, and on the next forward thrust claimed the hot member for its soft bath of tongue and spit. She licked eagerly at the slit, cleansing it, then ground her teeth playfully about the ring of the shaft before straining her whole mouth to close in on it, so that it was trapped inside a warm, wet muscle not unlike her twat.
"I pushed in against her coil of tongue and inner cheek. I pulled her upper lip up and rubbed the flattened side of the head against the enamel and the pink gum-skin.
"Below me, Dawn was working on her sister, driving her mad by sucking at her clitoris, not hard enough to spur her to orgasm but enough to make her mount toward that goal, to increase the tension in her body, which she could relieve only by sucking at my prick harder.
"Dawn reached up and grabbed my scrotum. She scratched at the tender skin, then bent her finger and drove it like a punch at the stiff beginning of my manhood concealed below. Now, she tickled me as she followed the joining of torso with legs. I jerked my stomach as I plunged my dong between Peggy's large breasts. Their flesh rippled like waves. I lunged forward, loosening myself from Dawn's grip, and planted the head of the penis on one of Peggy's erect tits. I pushed in harder, forcing the nipple inside the pool of pale-pink tissue. She gasped at the impact, but brought her pelvis up toward her sister's open mouth.
"Peggy grabbed the breast between her two hands, further enveloping the cock with the mountain, almost covering it. I shoved harder, and the friction gained for me a climax that started to spurt wildly and hotly from the cock. The thick fluid poured over the milky breast, covering half of the areola. In the last waves of the orgasm, I shoved the member between the jugs again, pushing the head against the inside of one bulge and then the other.
"Suddenly I felt Dawn's hand slap my rear, and I started a second draining of the organ, unleashing more semen than I thought was inside. Dawn's fingernails bit in and squeezed the buttock, and I knew I was through, because my cock tightened at the base and I felt suddenly and completely dry inside.
"But it was time for Peggy's gratification, and Dawn prepared for her climax. Peggy's hips melted around the younger sister's neck, and her legs shot up in quivering waves. The bed squeaked underneath us in quick, high-pitched whimpers, which grew together until they were one long squeal; then, finally, further apart, until they were like thoughts which grow further and further apart before the mind is lost to sleep.
"At last the bed was still. I felt the now cold sweat that lined my skin. I licked my lips and looked down behind me. Dawn's eyes were closed, her breathing was becoming more regular. Her face obscured almost all of Peggy's pubic hair.
"Peggy reached for my cock, clutched it as it lost its stiffness. Her hand went to her forehead to wipe off the sweat."
This chapter's case history raises the perplexing question of bisexuality as well as some intriguing problems relating to adolescent sexuality. Also at issue is the modern phenomenon of the "mini-orgy," by which I would refer either to wife-swapping, or, as in the case of Peggy, Dawn, and Tom, troilism. The narrative is also interesting for the light it sheds on a situation in which the sisters are of approximately the same age. This, for one thing, seems to lighten the psychic burden of the incestuous drives, because the sisters are reduced to being members of a peer-group.
Dr. May E. Romm, in her contribution to Marmor's anthology Sexual Inversion, quotes what is for our purposes a critical case history from her own experience:
- ... The twenty-year-old girl stated in the first interview that she had always been emotionally involved with girls and that her sexual drive had been toward females as far back as she could remember. She was at this time in the throes of an intense romance with a girl several years younger than herself. She reacted with depression when her parents became aware of her "abnormal" involvement and when her father threatened her with dire consequences if she did not give up her homosexual relationship and "return to her senses." In evaluating the family constellation, she revealed that her father was an austere, autocratic person who ruled the household with an iron hand and who not only had intimidated the patient and her younger sister but also had beaten down his wife to a state of compliant subservience to all his demands. The patient had feared her father from her earliest memory. He ordered about the three women in his home as if he were a top sergeant. There had been complete rejection of this girl by her father whenever she had attempted to establish a tender relationship with him during and after her Oedipal stage. Identification with her mother was too painful and unthinkable. As all men appeared to her in the image of her father, as tyrants and monsters who relegated women to the position of slaves, the patient identified with the aggressor-the father- and wooed and sought a sexual partner in the image of her mother, soft and compliant. So far the case holds tight. Her sixteen-year-old sister, however, who had been brought up in the same environment, was a feminine person whose erotic interests were entirely heterosexual. Can we speculate that the traumatic experience of the sister's birth when the patient was four years old, combined with the untenable relationship with her father, had so crippled her ego that she could not make the transition to heterosexuality? Her sister, on the other hand, not having had the painful experience of having to cope with a younger rival, was perhaps therefore able to weather the difficult environment more successfully.
- What may strike the thoughtful reader is that this situation offers a distorted version of the "Cinderella" motif-"good sister-abused sister" and "wicked sister-favored sister." There is, for the older sister, an element of the schizophrenic here. On the one hand she has, in the person of her sister, a "second half," and one suspects that her homosexuality is directed in actuality, if not in practice, as aggression against her sister. On the other hand it is clear that for the older sibling, there is at work a complete rejection of the masculine role, even though she herself has adopted that role in sexual dealings with her own sex. The clinical result, then, is a large dose of what can only be called "self-hatred."
How, then, are we to relate the phenomenon of troilism to the problem of female homosexuality?
Perhaps, the troilistic concept can be seen as a way for the aggressive woman to appear to be primarily heterosexual when she is, in fact, bisexual or homosexual. Also, the guilt feelings of homosexual practices can be negated with the aid of a third partner, a male.
In two-women, one-man troilism, the more aggressive of the women almost always acts as the motor of the sexual incident. Troilism must be viewed as her own drive toward fulfillment through the construction of an artificial sexual relationship.
In closing, it seems necessary once again to emphasize the importance, in this case history, of oralism. To put the use of such techniques in their proper perspective in this work as a whole, it is necessary only to cite the signal findings of Kinsey, et al, that in heterosexual relationships "oral stimulation of female genitalia by the male occurred in 54% of the cases, and oral stimulation of the male genitalia by the female occurred in 49% of the cases." Abraham Maslow reports that cunnilingus is practiced frequently "by a large proportion" of "high-dominance" women. He goes on to point out that "to a somewhat lesser degree the same is true for fellatio."
"After that, however, it was Peggy who was as anxious as Dawn or I to participate in group sex., One Sunday, when their parents were away, I went over there. First we sent out to a fried-chicken delivery place for food and Cokes. Before the guy even got there, we went into the bedroom. Dawn brought the television set inside and set it on a chair at the foot of the bed.
"None of us got undressed, for a while at least. We were lying on top of the sheets and blankets of the unmade bed. There was some far-out science fiction movie on television, one of those serials that had been pieced together to make a movie. We all got sort of tripped out on it. Peggy was lying to one side of me, eating a candy bar, and Dawn to the other, watching the movie and occasionally nudging my penis beneath the crotch of my trousers.
"Then Peggy turned on her side, now bored with the movie, and pushed herself down the bed until her mouth hovered just above my penis, the stalk of which was stiff and large, a stake in the tent of the denim material, straining the row of buttons that fastened the flaps of canvas. Playfully she whipped her tongue against the blue fabric, and not so playfully I pushed up on my hips to achieve greater contact.
"When she continued to tease me with her tongue and lips, I pulled at the leather of the belt, freed it of the buckle's metal prong, and then exhaled. Peggy knew what to do. Quickly she extricated my petard. Gently she put the end of her smooth fingernail just inside the slit of the phallus head. The flash of pain was drowned by a tiny drop of moisture, a preliminary dew, which she smoothed down over the flattened side of the head, tracing the end of the foreskin before following the stalk to its base, where the almond testes awaited her prodding.
"Slowly, she let her mouth envelop the cock, pushing her thumb into its root. She drew her mouth far enough away so that only the head and the drawn foreskin were inside her mouth, and these she rubbed against the uneven texture of her hard palate. Her front teeth closed together and she twisted her mouth in funny-face contortions, running the rough enamel over the skin just under the glans. At one point she let the cock spring completely out of her mouth and spit a glob of warm saliva on the head. The creamy moisture covered the slit of the head, then drooled downward.
"I rolled my pelvis under her mouth, forcing the arrow deeper inside the chamber. She closed her mouth, and wrapped her fist around the dong, rubbing the rounded top back and forth over the front teeth. She yanked less than tenderly at the skin, jacking me off as she alternately licked and sucked me.
"Meanwhile, Dawn had become jealous of her sister's mastery of the situation. She tucked both thumbs under the waistband of my jockey under-shorts, and as I raised my hips, she yanked the pants down, temporarily diverting my cock from its natural angle of direction. But the whang popped up again, and Peggy immediately reclaimed hold of it with her mouth. Dawn took my scrotum in her mouth and nibbled on its skin with her teeth.
"Growing impatient, she wrenched my overalls and my briefs down past my knees and then off my legs entirely. She took my foot, and moved in close, pushing the heel into the softness of her vaginal cleft. She was dry, but I could feel the complex texture of her sexual hair. She lifted the foot so that it wriggled against the clitoris. She aimed the toes right at the slot. I felt my big toe sink into the yielding plastic softness of the rippling flesh just outside the snatch. Then she forced the toe's entry into the damp box itself. I wiggled the fat stump inside, testing the elasticity of the walls. With awkwardness I turned my foot and tried to tickle the clit gently with my smaller toes. She took the middle toe in hand and ran it against the tiny erect bud, jamming my foot deeper inside her clammy hole. She got to her knees, reached behind her, and drew her buttock cheeks apart, then stationed the heel of the foot in between the rims of the mounds. She continued to brush her clitoris with the middle toe while using the big toe as a tiny dildo inside herself. Still working on my penis, Peggy reached up with her right hand and started massaging my left nipple. I felt a slow ache inside my rod as it was being plumbed for its juice. But, right about then, the doorbell rang, and our bodies rearranged themselves in confused fashion.
"Peggy was the only one of us completely dressed, so she sprang out of the room to answer the door. We waited inside the bedroom. We heard a brief conversation, then Peggy came back into the bedroom. Her face was flushed.
'Hey,' she whispered, 'this guy is really beautiful. What do you say we ask him to come in?' Dawn's face broke into a ready smile, but I was uncertain. It wouldn't do me any good to have another guy there, because I wasn't interested in guys, not at all. But one thing did turn me on, the idea of switching. Somehow, the idea of having my prick in a girl just moments after some guy had come inside of her-that turned me on. And since both Peggy and Dawn seemed to want it, I just nodded my head.
"Peggy brought the guy in, arm in arm, as though she were escorting him into the parlor. He was smiling, or smirking, and his eyes were laughing. I looked down at his crotch to see whether the sexiness of what was happening had got to him yet, and, sure enough, there was a friendly bulge. He was holding a stack of chicken dinner plates and a white bag that contained cans of soda. Peggy went across the room to the dresser by the mirror and started to strip. I was unbuttoning my shirt and pulling my tee shirt off when Peggy suggested that I might go get some knives and forks from the kitchen, so that we could eat in the bedroom.
"When I came back, the three of them were already in bed. I gave Peggy and Dawn their plates, and both girls immediately offered Harry some of the food, but he declined, saying he ate the stuff all day. Peggy and Dawn bit hungrily into the heavily greased chicken, Dawn devouring the meat off a small leg. During the following few minutes the only sound heard in the room was that of chicken-chomping.
"Dawn was the first to put her plate down.
She wiped her greasy hands off on a napkin, then put her hand over his dome, rubbing the dry palm against the slit. Harry inhaled deeply.
"Peggy put her plate down, but neglected to wipe her hands. She folded her fingers around the spike below the head and rubbed the grease and oil off on his penis. When she removed her fingers, his cock skin shone. She put a wet forefinger to the glans, and Harry hunched his right shoulder in pleasured response. But Peggy now turned her attention to me. Her fingertips raced through the wires of my pubic hair to my scrotum. She tugged at the bag, scratching the penis gently where it arose from the scrotum. I felt her greasy hand coat with moisture the length of my prick. She held it easily in her tightened fist, not so much milking it as passing over it. The foreskin received both grease and friction as the masturbation continued at an even pace. I closed my eyes. It felt as though my joint were slipping through the vase-lined or cold-creamed vise of my own hand, when I was younger.
"She reached down off the side of the bed and picked a french fry from the cardboard plate. She pushed the soft stick against the head of my penis. It crumbled, and the grains of the potato fell from the head of my spire. She then took a chicken leg, gnawed bare of meat, and rubbed it against my staff. She drew the stick away, brought forth a tiny sprig of inner bone, and with it scratched the flattened underside of my erect penis. Next, she took the hobbled end of the bone and, pushing its rounded top against my phallus, shoved the chicken leg inside her cunt. She brought her body up and rested her ass on her heels. She came down on the chicken leg and forced it inside her, until I could only see, between the parted lips, a bit of brown chicken skin. Clamping her legs together, she made the most of the entry.
"I stuck the flat of my forefinger against her pink clitoral ridge, then rammed my finger inside her cunt and, bringing the moisture out, rubbed it over the stiffening button organ.
"She yanked the chicken leg out and threw it on the floor. 'Fuck me, Tommy,' she said, sighing. 'Put it to me!' She then stuck both of her index fingers into the snatch and drew the lips apart, beckoning me inside.
"I pushed her back on the bed, clambered on top of her, and shoved my cock past her twat lips, which she continued spreading for my assault. But then she withdrew her hands from between her legs, and her walls closed in on me tightly, even though her twat had been oiled by the grease that had remained on the chicken leg.
"She wrapped her arms around me and thrust her body upward in quick, regular strokes, drawing the cock to its limit, to its base. As the moments went on, however, the cunt seemed to grow more elastic, parting more to fit the shape of my joint as I moved between her legs and inside the pot. Her juices, from the sides of her cunt, wetted the tract with the heavy water of vaginal lubrication. Her tongue smoothed her lips, making them glow. She bit down repeatedly on her lower lip with each of my advancing strokes. Then she pushed her breasts up against my chest, jiggling her nipples so that they rubbed against the thin, short hairs upon it.
I cupped my hand under her breast and pushed it up, taking the nipple inside my mouth, running my .teeth mercilessly over the surface. In appreciation, she ground her hips up and forced herself deep on my muscle, riveting her pubic hairs to my crotch. She held the coupling for two beats before sinking again to the mattress. Her breathing played counterpoint rhythms with that of her sister, equally excited with her own lover.
"I put one hand under her ass and started to finger-fuck her rectum. Her pelvic gyrations now grew wider, more circular, and each new forward stroke was more intense for both of us. She closed her eyes tightly and, bucking wildly, laced into my shoulder with her teeth, biting the flesh and muscle until my skin felt raw.
"As my sap spurted out, coating her lubricated walls with sweet ooze, she, too, started to come, the walls of her vagina opening and closing around my injected stick. I had no mercy as I pushed the prick deeper and deeper inside of her. It seemed to be endlessly filled with sperm, and she seemed to be saying that she could keep up as long as I could.
"She took hold of my scrotum and squeezed it as if to tease yet more semen from my inner tubes. But finally the fires were extinguished, and she stroked the walls of her chasm against me in a kind of lingering, soft pace.
"Still inside her, I looked to the side and saw Harry and Dawn going at it, quite as frantically as the girl's sister and I had been doing just moments before. The walls of Peggy's cunt seemed to shrink around my prick, which quickly lost its erection.
"Dawn was straddled on top of Harry, bumping, writhing, and smiling fetchingly and willingly. He was raising the back of his head from the mattress almost in time to the throbbing movements of her pelvis as it sucked his penis up into the vacuum of her hot-walled twat. He forced his beacon deeper inside her, and she lingered for a moment on that full penetration. She was obviously on the verge of orgasm, but then, she raised herself too high on it, and it slipped from the grasp of her lips. No sooner had that happened than the chicken boy arched his body and began squirting his semen up all over little Dawn.
"It was obvious, from the expression on her face, that she could have murdered the guy right then and there, and probably would have-if her sister, Peggy, hadn't come to the rescue.
"Like a wild jungle cat, Peggy tore away from me and grabbed for Dawn. With a supple motion, she pulled her sister away from Harry, turned her on her back, and, straddling Dawn's face with her own twat, buried her tongue in her young sister's vagina.
"Her action sure as hell surprised me. I would have expected Dawn to have been the one to start a sixty-nining session with Peggy, but not vice versa. And the wild slurping that filled the room as the two girls went at each other's cunts was a surefire indication that neither one of them cared a hoot who was watching them. As soon as Peggy covered Dawn, the young girl brought her hands up to her sister's backside and drew her hair-pie down to her mouth. I had a beautiful view of her young tongue sliding in and out between Peggy's cunt lips, flicking over the older girl's clitoris, as she drew the full, pink lips of Peggy's cunt as far apart as they would go.
"Then they began bucking their twats against each other's face Their heads and asses blurred in the rapidity of motion. I got a little pissed off, actually, at this point. It was as if they'd completely forgotten that either Harry, the chicken boy, or I was around. Maybe I was jealous of the fun they were having, maybe I got scared that they would now get hung up on lesbian shit or something and I wouldn't get my piece of either Peggy or Dawn anymore. Anyway, unable to think of anything better to do, I reached over toward Peggy's buttocks and stuck my finger in her blurry asshole. All the way ... She screamed then, but so did Dawn, and I knew right then that I blew it. I mean, I knew I helped them reach their climax, I think, but they wouldn't listen to it when I told them after they came off their fucking heights, misty-eyed and lovey for each other. They just booted me and the chicken boy out ... "
CHAPTER FOUR-Tongue-Tied
Melinda C. and her sister Charlotte attended the same New England girls' school. Melinda, seventeen, led a "pack" of four lesbian teenagers with a taste for the bizarre. Charlotte, thirteen, told of her conscription into the clique to a psychiatrist. The following is one of many encounters related in interviews with Charlotte.
"I knew what homosexuals were, and for a long time I had suspected Melinda of being one. She wore her hair short, as did the girls she hung around with, except that it was as much like a boy's haircut as a girl's chic styling. She also seemed particularly fond of slacks, and would only wear dresses when the occasion absolutely demanded it, like at family dinners at Christmas, when we would go home to Cleveland to be with our family. Our folks never suspected, because they didn't see the kind of girls she hung around with, who all looked as though they were trying to copy her mode of dress.
"The first time they ever tied me up was one afternoon, after classes had been let out for the day. The girls would always meet after classes in the field behind the organized sports area. It was kind of a meadow, with paths on which you could walk. It was autumn, so, though the air was chilly, you could still hike, the snow not having fallen.
"My sister had told me to meet her there at lunchtime. I had been kind of surprised, because usually she would not want to have anything to do with me, particularly when she was with her older girl friends.
"The five of them were all clustered together in a circle as I walked toward them. My sister was the first to hear my footsteps on the gravel path. She stepped back from the huddle of girlish forms. They were required to wear dresses during the day, for classes, and usually they would run to the dorm rooms directly afterwards to change. Now, however, they were still in the freshly pressed plaid skirts, of uniform length and pattern.
"The girls stepped outside the circle, each falling back a step or two, and my sister came toward me. Her voice was low, almost a whisper, as though she were telling me what she would not tell her friends-though, of course, it was just to heighten her sense of the drama of the situation, and there was no real reason for her to whisper.
"'Listen, Charlotte,' she began. 'We've decided to punish you.' "I interrupted her quickly, and as the words poured from my mouth, I almost coughed. "But I haven't done anything.' " 'That's not the point, Charlotte,' she said, smiling. For the first time, she seemed to me quite sinister. And I was in terror. 'Don't worry,' she said, sensing my reaction. 'It won't hurt you or anything. It's like-well, we're going to pretend to punish you.' " 'Pretend?' I asked, not knowing what to believe.
"'Sure,' she said. 'Listen, just do it, and I promise you won't be hurt. In fact, I'll bet you'll like it.' "It didn't occur to me, really, that I had a choice. I could have hardly run yelling and screaming to someone in authority, because that would have just been being a tattletale. And, at the same time, I feared what they might do to me physically.
"'We'll go to the carpenter's tool shack,' my sister said to me as we started walking. She took my hand in her own and held it tightly, comfortingly, and I began to calm down.
"The other girls stood back and let my sister and me enter the tool shack first The lock on the door had been opened, whether by them or someone else I didn't know. The shack had been there for a long time, and, since we didn't have a regular carpenter at the school, it was used infrequently. But they had certainly prepared the scene well enough. All of the tools and workbenches had been cleared out of the center of the room, and the floor was bare but for the blanket that covered it "One of the other girls, whose name was Suzanne, a very tall, thin girl, with large blue eyes and raven-black hair-extremely delicate looking and quite beautiful-moved closer to me and then looked up at my sister, who was standing behind me. 'Can I?' she asked, and my sister nodded, her chin brushing against the back of my head. The girl put her arms under my arms, pressed her fingers into my sides, and shoved me toward the sleeping bag. I fell, jarring my butt.
"I noticed that stakes had been planted through the blanket. They were splintered sticks of wood, and they had been hammered into the floor. Immediately, I felt two of the girls, Suzanne and my sister's best friend, a masculine girl named Louise, take my feet by the heels and hold them while two other girls wrapped heavy cord around them. They tied the cord so tightly around my flesh that I squealed in discomfort. 'Please, don't,' I whimpered, but my sister, who was standing back, hands folded, just shook her head and told me to be quiet. I looked up at the girls who were tying the string, and I tried to find a clue in their faces as to what they were going to do with me.
"One of the girls, named Jonesy, was freckled and overweight, with gigantic breasts and piano-stool legs. The other girl, Julia, was quite tall, with lovely melon-like breasts. Her hair was a soft brown, and the most exquisite feature on her face was a long, aquiline nose Jonesy was smiling, but her teeth looked like fangs, and Julia looked at me with a hungry glare, which gave her face a kind of lean beauty.
"When they had tied me down, so that my feet were spread wide and anchored to the stakes at the bottom comers of the blanket, Suzanne and Louise forced me to the floor and proceeded to wrap the heavy string around my wrists. After they tied me, I tried to move my body so I could free myself of the binding, but all I succeeded in doing was get tired. The five girls, including my sister, looked down at me and smiled with satisfaction.
"As I kicked and turned under the cords, Julia knelt between my sprawled limbs and stripped down to the waist.
"Her breasts were beautiful. The tits were so dark they seemed black. But the breasts themselves were white-pink. She leaned forward, toward the mat, and squashed her boobs into the covered floor. I knew she was lying facedown on the blanket between my legs, and the next thing I felt was the touch of her fingers as they ran under the hemline of my school skirt and pulled, fingers under the waistband, at my cotton panties. She wrenched them down my thighs, her nails tearing into the fabric. I almost screamed, but, fearful of their revenge, held back the wail of terror and anger deep in my throat.
"She did not even bother to draw the panties past my knees, but instead laid her wet, open mouth just above my pussy, after licking carelessly at the light growth of pubic hair. She fiddled with the opening with her thumbs. I had never had more than a boy's finger inside me, so I was tight. She wet the cunt profusely with her saliva, then tried to stab me with the tip of the tongue. But, failing at that, she concentrated on the clitoris. I was still squirming frantically beneath her, trying to free myself, but to no avail. I looked up into my sister's face and tried, with my eyes, to appeal to her to stop. But, although she understood what I was asking her, she firmly shook her head.
"'You're our prisoner, now,' she said, voiceless but moving her lips.
"Julia's hand swept under my thighs and gripped them as if it hold me down-though there was no need for that, trapped as I was. For a moment she just mashed her teeth against the filament of flesh that hung out before the cunt lips. Then she pushed the button this way and that, licking it softly, then hard, almost whacking it on the hard strokes and barely letting me feel the assault on the alternating easy ones.
"At first I did all I could to free myself, but, as she continued steadily, I could not avoid getting into the rhythm of her oral manipulation. Slowly, I began to squirm more in pleasure than in pain under the probing of her tongue. She wiped her full lips over the clit, evening out the moisture, spreading it like a thin film over the affected parts, then she rubbed the edges of her front teeth against the grainy flesh of the sides of the cunt itself. I felt cunt juice beginning to ooze from the sides of the inner organ. Now she managed to insert half of her tongue's length into my aperture "Suddenly two mouths descended on my breasts, covering the nipples. The girls were Suzanne and Jonesy, and Jonesy was gnawing frantically, hurting me, while Suzanne's fingers were gentle as she poked the slippery areola with her finger when removing her face from the red cap. I felt spittle draining down my inner thighs as Julia tugged at my ass cheeks with her fingers while pushing her tongue in and out of my tight, virginal box. I arched my spine against the constraining cords that bound me, but this time because I wanted to force my whole quim inside her mouth, to be consumed by her sucking mouth that now groped hungrily, blindly, for my insides, while her forefinger buzzed more than playfully at my trigger-clit.
"She forced her second finger in beside her tongue and, curling it up, pulled. The pain almost killed me, but still there was something exciting even about the pain, mingled as it was with the smell that was coming out of my box. The smell was all me, but it was an odor that was stronger than any I had given off before, even after hours of horseback riding during the summer. My cunt was dripping with the lubrication, and now Julia's finger came out of the sheath and spread the fluids all over my belly.
"My cunt clamped together, expelling her tongue. Frantically, she now licked at my clit, pushing me toward orgasm. I hit my ass against the floor, felt my tailbone crash against it.
"She beat her mouth and chin against my stomach as I ran my pelvis up and down, my cheeks leaving the floor and then bashing down against it I breathed hard, the long, slow, deep breaths becoming more even in the minutes after the end of orgasm. Julia reluctantly raised her head off my twat. Her lipstick was smeared from my fluids and from the saliva that had poured from her tongue.
"The next to get between my legs was Louise. She had stripped while standing in a comer. She had a body that was not so much fat as pudgy.
"She positioned herself so that her mouth was pressed to my vulva, while her own genitalia mashed against my mouth. Still dumbfounded by the wave of orgasm that had passed through me, I turned my head to one side, trying to avoid the profuse wig of pubic curls that now threatened to invade my mouth. But that did not deter her. She turned her mouth to my childish but well-lubricated twat. Her approach was quite different from Julia's. She was much less gentle. Her teeth caught my tender flesh. She sank her mouth against the patch of skin, sucking it inside her mouth with force, and held it so long I thought she might tear it from the juncture of my legs.
"She reached up and stroked my knees with her sweating palms, pressing her thumbs into the ticklish undersides of my knee joints. I was breathing through my nostrils and couldn't help but take in the odor of her vagina. Strangely, though, that odor now excited me, and after a while, as she began to explore the inside of my cunt lips with her tongue, I opened my mouth and gingerly put the edge of my tongue against her soft furrows. I was tempted to push the skin around with greater energy. When I didn't, she shoved her pelvis against my mouth, and a tuft of the thick hair bristled against the inside of my lips. Through the forest of growth, I tried to find her clitoris. It was greatly enlarged, much bigger than mine, and I tried to suck it in the same fashion that she was sucking me. I wrapped my lips around the edges of my teeth and drew in the layer of skin, sucking it from her body. Immediately, she bent her spine and bucked her flabby ass high in the air.
"I felt her draw her face back from my box. She took one of her big breasts in hand and rubbed the tit against my belly until I felt the whole of the areola grow stiff and excited. Now, impatiently, I pushed my crotch higher, wanting her to renew the oral massage, the rhythm of which I now felt throughout my body. Indeed, I was imitating it with the strokes of my own tongue.
"She teased me by running her thick sensuous lips over the area, which now burned with the raging orgasm held back and unreleased.
"'Oh, oh,' I moaned softly, and this seemed to give Louise the idea to start clawing at my thighs with her fingernails, engraving the red streaks of new blood just as she chewed at the hairy skin surrounding the opening of my sex wound.
"'Oh, oh,' I cried, tears pouring down my face, but that did not stop her. Gentler now, she smoothed the blood over the skin and whipped her tongue frantically over the clit. In automatic counterpoint, I gathered the flesh surrounding her clit, held it between my cowered teeth, and pulled the skin with all the force I could muster.
"The walls of my vagina dilated, then moved together like a tight muscle contracting. I was coming again. I felt wet and juicy. Her own cunt made wide strokes, up and down, against my half-open mouth. I licked past the thatch of hair, trying to find the clitoris in my excitement, but was diverted from that pursuit by the anxious speed with which she moved her pelvis against my lips and teeth."
In this commentary, it will be revelatory to discuss first the place of incest as it relates to homosexuality, and then of homosexuality as it relates to oralism and sadomasochism, components of which are clearly present in the preceding and following narratives of Charlotte C. In effect, one can combine incest, homosexuality, oralism, and sadomasochism-as well as a number of other sexual deviations-under the term "sexual immaturity." This term, of course, applies only to cases where the individual has not had the opportunity to indulge in sexual activity other than one or more that is considered to be deviatory. As May E. Romm points out in Judd Marmor's anthology, Sexual Inversion: The Multiple Roots of Homosexuality:
- ... The human being in the process of growth tests his strength, psychic and somatic, in the struggle to reach maturity and its rewards. One of the cardinal requisites for maturity is heterosexual mating and the creation of a family. The capacity to make the transition from childhood to adulthood depends on the ego strength of the individual. The development of the ego, in turn, is dependent on the following factors: the biological endowment of the organism; the environ mental situations, which may be propitious, overwhelming, or lacking sufficient challenge (overprotection) in the formative years; and the interplay between the individual and the environ mental situations. There are many persons who, in their formative years, are able to withstand stress that might lead to homosexuality or psychotic breaks in others not so strong....
- Clarifying this point, William J. Robinson, in his Practical Treatise on the Causes, Symptoms, and Treatment of Sexual Impotence and Other Sexual Disorders in Men and Women, writes:
- We must distinguish between true homosexuality and those cases of homosexual relations which take place among people who are forcibly deprived of the company of the other sex, be it in prisons, barracks, ships, boarding schools, convents, etc. These practices are indulged in faute de mieux as a necessary evil. When the conditions are changed those persons go back to normal sexual relations.
- Katharine Bement Davis, in her study entitled Factors in the Sex Life of Twenty-Two Hundred Women, confirmed Dr. Robinson's statement, by stating that homosexual practices are ... common in boarding-schools and colleges exclusively for girls and women and in penal institutions of all types. The homosexual attractions which occur in prisons, reformatories, and custodial homes for girls and women present one of the most difficult problems connected with the discipline of these institutions....
Although at first glance it may appear that the only applicability of the above references to the case of Charlotte and her sister Melinda would be their environment, namely, an all-girls' school, and the enticement that followed, it should be understood that sexual activities as a rule are as susceptible to the domino effect as international relations are.
It is sufficient to accept the fact that an all-girls' school is, per se, an environment that is naturally suited for the germination and spreading of lesbian activity. Melinda's initiation into homosexual activity at the school she attended preceded any exposure to heterosexual interests she might have had in a coeducational school. Since not much is known about her and her sister's family life, it is difficult to state when, exactly, her lesbian tendencies began to form; however, her placement in the "exclusive" New England school spurred, and with understandable rapidity, whatever proclivities she might have had in incestuous-lesbian-oral directions.
There can be no difficulty in seeing how Charlotte, being younger than Melinda and obviously having had none but masturbatory sexual experiences, allowed herself to be drawn into the lesbian clique her sister was heading. The oral approach between lesbian partners is essential, unless artificial phalluses are utilized, consequently, Charlotte's acceptance of the oral stimulation is perfectly understandable. Her masochism, too, was a natural reaction, brought on by her guilt feelings at enjoying the sensations of oral-genital relations, which she was hard pressed to accept at first. We continue now with the girl's narrative.
"Suzanne was the next girl to take her turn with me. My cunt ached now, even after the pleasure that it had been given by the two previous girls going down on me. Two such intense orgasms, so close together, had my stomach tied in knots.
"But this time, as I looked up and saw Suzanne, standing straddle-legged above me, I could not suppress a feeling of anticipation. She was so lovely, so delicate looking. I expected her to be gentle when manipulating me with her lips and with her tongue. She was wearing a stiff white-lace brassiere through which I could see the dark-brown circles on mounds of cream-white flesh, and a pair of pink, see-through panties. They were bikini panties, just covering the dark triangle of pubic hair at her groin.
"She knelt at my side, even with my hips. Then she lay on her stomach and ran her forefinger up and down my thighs. The touch was cooling on the broken skin. And now, when I felt her warm breath coming down on my crotch, the walls of my cunt seemed to pucker in anticipation. She teased the folds of my cunt petals with her fingers, pushing the layers of skin this way and that before letting them hang at their usual position. She jerked her forefinger inside the crease. Her other arm rested across both of my knees, but without any force, as there was no need with all the binding to hold me down. Besides, when I first felt the glistening wetness of her tongue just over the clitoral blister, the deep burning in my vagina started to turn to a mellow ticklishness, and I was eager for the friction that sucking me off would bring.
"But, just then, Suzanne got up and went to her bookbag, which she had placed in a comer of the shack. When she returned, she had a pencil, never sharpened. Getting down on her knees, she deftly inserted the writing tool inside me, licking at the same time feverishly at my button.
"My cunt walls contracted around the slim member. She wiggled the eraser end from side to side, and the thin piece of wood sloshed around in my cunt, wet now from the lubrication of my two recent climaxes. She then inserted a finger inside, next to the pencil, and created a space for her to stick her tongue in. She came down hard, wagging her tongue back and forth through the first inch or so of the vaginal canal.
"She bobbed her head in the V of my parted legs, wetting the insides of my buttock cheeks with her warm, wet tongue, coating them with spit, and then trying to push the end of her tongue up against my bung. The hole was vaginally tight, and raw. I felt it burning as she licked the outside of the sphincter, greasing it. Spreading my buttocks, she ran the end of her tongue from the sore tight aperture of my asshole to my well-lubricated cherry. She closed her mouth again and pushed her puckered lips up and down my crease. The hairs twisted under her mouth. She drew her mouth back and cupped her palm just above my cunt. She rubbed the wrist down on my pinkish slit, turning her hand from side to side to spread the outer folds of the organ.
"'Oh, eat me, eat me, suck, SUCK!' I exclaimed, shocking myself with the force of my language. 'You cunt!' she laughed gaily. I moved my ankles and the twine rubbed at the skin. It felt raw, and it hurt. But the pain was only a counterpoint to the sexual anxiety that now coursed through my loins. I wanted to spend myself, and spend hard, spend now!
"Her mouth opened again, and the lazy tongue cut a wet path through the light brush, pushing hard against my clit until my legs shook with contained tension. My thighs jiggled, and my hands tried to free themselves, so that I might force her head harder against the skin of my crotch. Instead, I wriggled my body from side to side, increasing the joyous friction, and she took the clitoris inside her mouth, between her teeth, and licked at the fleshy pearl, which bobbed back and forth on her tongue.
"Then Melinda knelt behind her and spread Suzanne's legs. My sister was dressed, but she pulled her skirt up to her waist and her panties down. Her legs were parted at a forty-five-degree angle. Her pubic curls were a fiery gold. She ducked between Suzanne's nude legs and wrenched the girl's tiny bikini panties off. Then she stuck her thumbs in beneath Suzanne's buttock cheeks and pushed them in between the spreading lips of the girl's vagina. This seemed to bring on Suzanne's own orgasm, because she began to smash her pelvis hard against the floor. The sound of her movements was a thudding that grew frantic in intensity and rhythm. My sister leaned forward and covered Suzanne's ass cleft with her mouth; this actually milked the last undulations of climax from her.
"But I was still quivering under Suzanne's now dry mouth when her tongue grew lazy on my vagina. I was sore and yet tingling; I couldn't control my body as it bounced under the tightness of the thick cord.
"Jonesy, too, was still in the regulation school uniform, but I noticed when she seated herself on the floor that she had no panties beneath the fairly short plaid skirt. At any time other than this, I would merely have been disgusted by the sight-Jonesy was quite unattractive-but now, having been robbed of my orgasm by my sister's probing of Suzanne's twat, all I wanted was for someone, anyone, of either sex, to just suck me off until I could see stars again.
"Jonesy began rubbing the insides of my thighs with her sweating palms, having taken over Suzanne's job. She licked gingerly at the clitoris and, without any trouble, stuck her tongue inside my dilated vagina, now hungry for anything at all.
"The slit was bathed in my vaginal oils. The least bit of friction, however wet, as her tongue was, was something to be grateful for. I twisted my hips and thrust my groin upward. The taut rope cut into my skin as I strained against it, to bring myself closer into Jonesy's mouth.
"She sucked at the strands of pubic hair. Then she drew her mouth away and spun the hair on her forefinger, brushing it against the glossy bare skin below and beside the roots. The hair felt wet against my skin.
"Next she stretched out above me, resting her weight on her open palms, and tried to edge the entrance to her cunt against my twat, but it was awkward. She cupped my small, delicate breast in her hand, rubbing her palm against the erection of my nipple until the tip was as sharp as a spear.
"I looked into her face. Her lips and eyes seemed to radiate a weird kind of hostility. She sneered at me, and then said in a gravelly voice, 'I'm going to fuck the hell out of you, you sweet little cunt.' With that, she moved the side of her right hand up between my buttocks and proceeded to run the bony ridge against my asshole. This made me force my body closer toward her. She rubbed hard, her twat over mine. She was writhing. Her body went through contortion after contortion. She dug her thumbs under my arm and rubbed at the slight bristle of un-shaved hair. The other fingers moved to the sides of my chest, trying to force some of the flab from my sides to the breasts, as if trying to make them larger, fuller. She bit at my left breast, and I winced in pain.
"Now she started bumping her pelvis against mine. Her rhythm was fast. She jabbed her pelvic bones against mine, bruising them. I ached with the pain. She reached behind me with her right hand and shot a solitary finger up my narrow crevice.
"She pulled out immediately, and, moving up, straddled my face, and pushed her box against my lips.
"I looked up into Jonesy's face. She was not attractive, as I have said. I had always thought of her before as quite ugly, in fact. But now she looked like a positive demon. Her eyelids were drawn closed, her mouth was half open, her tongue hanging from the comer of her lipstick-painted mouth.
"She put both of her hands on the top of my head and pulled my face up. When I kept my mouth closed, she opened her right hand and swung it away, then back against my cheek. I blushed, partly from the pain of the slap, partly from shame. A warmth, too, singed through my whole body, and my small breasts heaved as I inhaled.
"My jaw slowly came open, and I pushed my half-open mouth against her crotch, her tangle of weeds soaked in her sex moisture. My tongue streaked lightly across the outside furrows of her gaping gash. She edged her right hand down and pulled open the cunt lips. It was into this dampness that I poured my small tongue. My kissing was not so much gentle as restrained, but I despised myself for doing it anyway. But when Jonesy started to demand of me, 'Go faster, come on, tongue me, you little bitch!' I responded with action that at least seemed more enthusiastic, because I was afraid she might slap me again.
"So, in this way, I was made to do her bidding. My tongue worked inside the slot, and I felt sick to my stomach. Even with my shoulders, her enormous, flabby buttocks heaved with her, in time to the shoving of her body against my mouth. She mashed her cunt into my mouth, and yelled, 'You little cocksucker! Eat my twat, you little cocksucker! Isn't it good enough for you?' With this, she dug her fingernails into my scalp.
"I looked to the side of the room, hoping to appeal to my sister, but Melinda was glaring at me already, so I decided to suck Jonesy off as quickly as possible and end the torture I was being put through.
"I pressed my lips around the hanging quiver of flesh that protruded from the top of the incision. I pulled it toward me, then, letting the fragment of skin move back lazily to the crotch, I ran the edge of my tongue just down the joining of groin and leg, and this seemed to drive Jonesy wild. She straightened her arms and pushed them out in front of her, her breasts jiggling. My sister came forward and undid Jonesy's blouse while I continued to tongue the inside of her leg, then she freed the girl's enormous breasts from their starched holsters. I stuck my tongue inside the gap of her vagina, which was wet and open, like a slick wound.
"'Yeah, that's right, do it to me, you little bitch!' She smiled viciously. 'Just pretend I'm one of those little boys you give head to,' she added, even though I had never been with a boy before, and she could have no possible way of knowing if I had been. y "I squeezed my arms around her sagging butt, and she pressed her wet crotch to my mouth again. I licked furiously at the clit, and she sighed her approval in ready, even groans. Her labia were wet, and she was dripping lubrication from the vat inside. The cunt was like a hot open sore, steaming with her readiness for orgasm.
"I pushed my chin against the hole, while my tongue stretched to fondle the clitoris. Two of the girls-I couldn't tell who because my field of vision was now taken by the expanse of Jonesy's cunt and crotch-now began to tickle the soles of my naked feet. I first pushed my heels against the floor, to brace against the assault, but soon I had to kick my knees out underneath Jonesy. I couldn't keep from giggling, though. And, just then, Jonesy started to come off, wriggling her twat lips against my mouth. I tried to slurp up the moisture. I sucked at the skin, suctioning it into my mouth. But before I had really got into the rhythm of her orgasm, she slowed down and was just performing a slow grind against my tongue, lips, and teeth.
"She got off me almost immediately. She stood up above my head, her legs spread wide, and looked down into my eyes. There was contempt written in her facial expression.
"I waited to be untied. I thought that this must surely be the end of the charade. But no, now my sister came toward me. In her hand she had a man's leather belt doubled up.
"I tensed my whole body, afraid of the whipping that I suddenly realized was coming to me. I closed my eyes. Nothing happened for a brief moment, and I dared to open them again. Then, in a brief flash, I again saw my sister's stark-naked body-naked, that is, except for a pair of black leather boots that came just below the knee. In slow motion, it seemed, she raised her hand, her small wrist turning away from her forearm. It was like she and I were hurtling through space, both suspended, neither of us subject to the rules of gravity.
"My eyes were still open when the very end of the whip came down, striking my thighs. My legs jerked at the touch of the whip. My eyes closed, and tears formed at the comers. The drops of water started to move down my cheeks. She let the belt lie across my thighs for a second. Then I felt a rush of air as she drew the belt back. She moved a few steps to the side, as if to rejudge her aim, and then cast the snake of leather down on me with greater force than before-this time striking my waist. My tummy wrenched with the pain of the assault. The outline of the belt seemed to be engraved into my stomach, burning a long rectangular pattern onto the skin. As she drew the belt back into her hand, pulling it inch by inch inside the folded fist, I looked down at my stomach. The shape of the belt, where it had struck, was marked by a milky white. Around it a fiery blush shaded the indentation.
"I closed my eyes again. I was now in a haze; paradoxically my senses were dulled by the pain, and when the belt came down again I could hardly feel the dull thud as anything but a pressure exerted against my weak body. Blood raced through my limbs, but it was an almost exhilarating feeling. The leather rustled against my chest, and then she brought it back toward her fist, careful that the leather touched my tits. The areolas became erect, as if in expectation.
"I knew instinctively where the next lash would land. I arched my spine. My breasts tingled. Yes! The leather snapped against the undersides of my small boobs. The tits were solid, hard. My sister came closer. She let the end of the long belt hang over the tits. Now her hand folded around the width of the belt, and her skin sizzled against the leather as she brought her hand to the very edge of the belt, cut diamond shaped. It was this tip that she rubbed against the nipple. I sighed, my throat hoarse.
"She stepped back, letting the tongue of the belt fall lazily between my breasts and then run all the way down to the cut between my sprawled legs. The edge of the leather lingered at the twat Holding the belt in her hand, she played with it, twisting it back and forth over my smooth organ. My hips jumped, whether out of fear or eagerness to touch the cowhide, I can't tell, because the movement itself was involuntary. Her free hand fondled the length of the whip as though the leather itself could feel the delicacy of the touch. She wiggled the end of the strip over the slot, rubbing my clit with it I pressed my tailbone into the floor, grinding my buttocks below her gentle, teasing assault I wondered whether the strokes would now be more gentle or more enraged, or whether, indeed, they might not stop altogether, to be replaced by activity more directly sexual.
"Melinda turned the belt sideways, and then, helping with her hand, forced the width of the leather inside my twat. My hot lips closed in on it, puckering with the tension as I tried to close my legs together but was prohibited by the confinement of the ropes. She drew the lash back, and now it dangled over the intersection of my legs, its hungry edge almost dripping into that region.
"She stepped toward my feet. Where the other girls had tickled me, she now whipped me, striking the soles of my feet. I winced at the pain, and my grunt was answered by a swing against my breasts. I didn't feel the pain of it until moments after I heard the loud sting of the leather over my flesh. I felt welded to the floor by the intensity of the pain. My throat was dry. I felt like all the moisture in my body had been sucked out of me and drawn to one central place, my cunt, which was now sopping with lubricating oils. I cringed, waiting for the pain to spread to the place she would strike next.
"My expectation was quickly fulfilled when she brought the belt lightly over my stomach, tracing a swath of pain just above the overturned base of my pubic triangle. But that only increased the appetite of the place below for some corresponding friction, and whether it were pleasurable or painful at this point didn't seem to matter. Now, her wrist snapping, she hit the outside of the beaver itself, but with a kind of restrained force. I tried to force myself against the leather when it rested on the patch of raw tissue immediately after the blow, but she was quick to take the weapon away.
"'llntie her, girls,' she ordered her friends, standing back and smiling down on me maliciously. I thought that this was to be the end of my punishment. Instead, while Suzanne and Julia untied me, Jonesy and Louise rushed in to turn me over. Jonesy shoved her hand into the small of my back, and Louise held my legs spread against the floor, while Julia and Suzanne roped me down with the strong cord. Then Louise and Jonesy tied my arms, and again I was naked to the assault of my sister.
"I could not look at her now, though I strained my head to look in back of me. I felt the rush of wind as the belt sizzled through the air; the sound of the rushing air warned me to brace myself, to hold my butt stiff and tense, so that the tightened muscle could absorb the shock of the blow. Even so, it hurt bitterly. She quickly raised the leather weapon and brought it down hard again, although this time one of the globes took all the force of the blow. When she doubled up the belt and brought it down hard on the small of my back, I screamed. That was the most painful of the strokes so far. I felt my whole body crumple, as though the base of my spine was the center of my whole body, the place where all my strength was. After that, I felt as weak as if I were paralyzed. I was still now, just waiting for the next sting of the belt. When it came, however, it was a dull scratch against my backbone. Even though she came down with all of her strength, my capacity for pain had been passed by the last part of the beating. She was bruising me, creating great marks all over my body. The welts were already beginning to rise, huge blotches of sore, swelling tissue. She brought the belt down on my shoulders, and I merely hunched them sleepily. In reaction to the pain, some of my other senses were becoming dim. I had my eyes closed, and my ears now could only hear a faraway echo-and that echo distorted-of the sounds in the carpenter's shack.
"Then there was silence, an ear-numbing silence. My inner ears buzzed with sounds of their own. I felt as though I were spinning. And then, right above the crack in my ass, in the small of my back, I felt the cold metal of the belt buckle. Melinda rubbed the smooth metal of the buckle against my spine. I felt a chill. I hunched my shoulders slightly, but my freedom of movement was restricted. Now she pushed the very edge of the thin spike into the shaded inside of my rear. She pulled the buckle away, and before I could even consider what to expect next, the buckle came down against my soft ass. It hurt, but nothing like the pain that came when, in the next instant, she dragged it over the undersides of my upper legs, just below the buttocks. Then she hit my right calf, then my left. I was sobbing hysterically. Tears poured down my face. I opened my eyes, but I could see only black. My body was tied more tightly than it had been when my front was exposed.
"I almost blacked out, but, apparently, I didn't because now Melinda settled down beside me, her legs crossed. She bent down over me and dry-kissed the back of my neck. Then her tongue came out of her mouth, and she licked gently at the salt-sweaty skin. Her touch now was exquisitely delicate, as if to make up for the harshness of the pain she had caused me.
"She touched the tip of her forefinger to my shoulder, then drew it away, put it in her mouth, and then rolled the wet fingertip on the ball-socket of the other shoulder. She streaked with the finger to the space between the arm and the chest. She opened her hands and then touched the palms to my ass cheeks, just barely grazing the surface of the skin, as if measuring them for size. My body was still being racked with convulsive sobs. I heaved even under the new gentleness of her caresses. Melinda kissed me on the spine, then straddled my back, legs open around my ass. I felt her tuft of sexual hair brush my rear. She bent over to flick her tongue over my cheek. The tongue moved to the top of my face, where she licked the salt water of my tears, drying my face. She ringed her arms around me, reaching under my belly, fingers folding together. The tips of the finger pressed into my stomach. The small fingers of each hand played with the top of my pubic region, twining the hair there gracefully. She rubbed her twat up and down my ass, reemphasizing the pain with each new movement.
"The end of her tongue curled inside my ear. At the same time, her open hands ran up past my stomach to the overturned bowls of my small breasts. She kneaded them, making me tingle through the clouds of pain that ran through my flesh and bones. She grabbed a piece of the flesh on the back of my neck and nibbled lightly at it, wetting it with her tongue.
"Now she raised herself off my back and, on her knees, moved down until she reached my ass. She spread the hills apart with her hand, and then ran her tongue down the crease, licking at the insides of both globes. Then she bit a small hunk of the muscle, and I burned, because she had lashed me there moments before. The heat of the blood in that spot was scalding.
"Her hands went to the insides of my thighs, and she strained to raise me from the blanket spread out below me. She touched her skin to mine as she moved to stick her head between my outstretched legs.
"Her tongue found the hair, then followed the path to the slit itself. She licked at the labia, then found the clitoris. She flicked it mercilessly with her tongue. Her head kept pressing up against the balls of my buttocks, but only her tongue could reach my genitalia, tied down as I was.
"She kept pushing the top of her head against me. She was breathing deeply. She stuck her nose into the yielding softness of my ass, and I could feel the slight wind as she exhaled through her nostrils. She grabbed hold of both buttocks, sinking her nails into the tissue, now accelerating the intensity of her sexual attack. But her tongue was easy on me, just soothing the clitoris. My whole groin felt giddy with the taste of pleasure she was giving it. With all of the pain that had preceded the oral manipulations, now I was especially grateful for the relief of her swift, steady tongue pounding out a steady beat on my button.
"She stuck her thumbs into my waist. I started to come, kicking my legs. My sister licked me, rushing her tongue over the clitoral ridge. I screamed at the wild pleasure, my whole body aching with the scars that already had started to form on my skin."
CHAPTER FIVE-Bisexual Sisters
Penny and Susan are twenty and twenty-four years old, respectively. They live in San Francisco and support themselves through prostitution. In this case history, Susan explains why they sometimes sell their bodies to women, sometimes to men, but always in tandem.
"I've been in San Francisco for four years, ever since I dropped out of school, Cal State at Haywood. I come from Sacramento, though. Anyway, I started hooking soon after I got here. I wanted to live nice, but you can't live very nice on a secretary's salary. So I started hanging around those places where the higher class, less grubby 'ladies of the evening' sell their wares, mainly on North Broadway. One night, while I was hustling, a guy from the office where I worked spotted me, and the next day I was fired. I've been hooking ever since I came up. Penny knew I was selling myself. After she graduated high school, she went to L.A. to try to make it as an actress there. But the going was tough, and she spent most of the year she was down there hustling in the street, though after a while she got a tie-in with a call-girl ring. She moved up here about a year ago. We share a flat off Union Street.
"The first night my sister and I went out together as a team, we went to a bar on Broadway. We sat down at a table, and then these two guys came up to our table and asked us if they could buy us a drink. They were both young, about thirty-five, but they were very straight-looking business types. We let them buy us drinks, and they introduced themselves to us as Charlie and Bob. Charlie was a blond, kind of stocky, and Bob was tall, thin, and rather sensitive looking. They were both dressed very conservatively, and it came as no surprise either to Penny or me when they told us they were stockbroker trainees on Montgomery Street, the city's financial center. When they asked us if we'd be interested in going to a party, I laid the cards right on the table. 'Do you think,' I said, 'that we might work something out beforehand?' "Charlie smiled; Bob looked uncertain. Charlie must have suspected we were prostitutes. They exchanged looks, Charlie beaming, seeming to encourage Bob, and then Bob nodded his head. 'How much?' he asked me, looking past Penny, who was comparatively new to the racket, at least the San Francisco version of it. 'For how long?' I replied, not giving him a chance to answer before I gave out with the price list. 'It's twenty dollars for a quick throw, fifteen minutes; fifty for a couple of hours, and one hundred for the night. Apiece.' "Charlie answered that a couple of hours might be fine. 'Do you girls work together?' he asked, and I knew what he meant. 'Switch?' I asked, arching my eyebrows. He nodded. I could see by the gleam in his eyes that he was excited. "That's twenty-five extra. Apiece.' Charlie grimaced, but then he looked at his friend and said, 'Still a good deal, wouldn't you say, Bob?' Bob said yes, it was, and so my sister and I stood up while Charlie put down the money for the drinks.
"They had parked their car in the lot adjoining the bar. We waited in the chill of evening while the attendant extricated the huge Cadillac from the rows of cars. Bob had started chatting with Penny, and it was clear now who was with whom-at least for the moment, before the swapping began.
"'Your place or a motel?' Charlie asked me, once he had settled in the driver's seat. I realized then that he, and Bob as well, must be married, even though they wore no wedding rings. I said a motel, because I don't like to mix business with pleasure and because sometimes guys Penny and I really dig might blow in just while we were doing tricks.
"We stopped at a motel on Van Ness. Charlie filled one parking space and half of another with the car, then bobbed inside the office and in a moment emerged with a large key, almost the size of his fist "There were two double beds in the room he got us. 'I asked for one with two big beds,' Charlie snickered, 'but of course I didn't tell him why.' "I told Penny that she could use the bathroom first. I took my shoes off-my feet were killing me. Bob turned on the radio and set the dial to a-station with soothing pop music.
"When Penny came out of the bathroom, in her bra and panties, I asked Charlie to unzip my dress. He did, extending his arms around me to touch my contained breasts, but I waved him away. I stepped out of the garment, rolled my nylons down my legs, then stepped out of my brief black panties. I was now naked from the waist down, my tawny pubic hair exposed for all to see. Charlie eagerly unsnapped the clasp of my brassiere. Bob went to the door, turned off the overhead lamp, and walked in the semidarkness to the night table, where he turned the lamp on to the lowest degree. My sister had already spread out, legs parted, on the bed nearest the door. Bob was now at the foot of the bed, slowly and carefully taking off his clothing and placing it neatly on the chair next to the dressing table. Charlie, consuming me eagerly with his eyes, began to disrobe, first untying his tie, then unbuttoning his shirt and taking off his belt.
"'Haven't you forgotten something?' I asked coyly, addressing both men. Charlie looked surprised. 'The money,' I explained, and he smiled, digging into his wallet for it. He pulled out a fifty-dollar bill, a twenty, and a five. Bob fumbled through the pants he had laid on the back of the wooden chair and withdrew a one hundred-dollar bill, clean, fresh, then asked Charlie to give him the twenty and the five. Charlie did, and then Bob gave me the hundred-dollar bill, and Charlie gave me the fifty. I looked at my sister, who gave me a bright smile. She looked pretty, lying there naked and spread-eagled on the bed. She had never gotten this kind of money in L.A., having to split it with pimps.
"I very carefully placed the money in my wallet, then put the purse down underneath the chair on the other side of the bureau. 'Well, let's get started, then,' I said. Then I added, 'We'll wash you guys first' Charlie looked at Bob, and both of them looked puzzled. But I just turned on my naked heels and went into the bathroom, which was in sparkling white tile. I heard my sister get up off the bed, and a moment later Charlie, Bob, and Penny came into the bathroom. The guys were now naked. Their penises, however, hung like limp hoses from their stomachs. Charlie had the bigger pecker of the two, thicker and more manly, but Bob's was longer, though thinner. There were several new washcloths hanging from the racks above the bathtub. I took two, and I gave one of them to my sister. The guys and Penny stood back as I went to the sink and lathered the washrag with soap under warm water. Then I took the cloth and wrapped it around Charlie's flabby whang. The heat, or perhaps just the contact of my hand through the rag, must have excited him, for in starts, the cock became hard. The foreskin drew back from the circumcised head, and it was easy to wash the glans clean. I drew the rag away and rinsed it under the warm water from the tap, then cleaned off all the soap on his penis. I lathered up again, poked my fingers inside my cunt, then rinsed the rag again, douched myself with it, and having squeezed it out, threw it over the rack. My sister followed the same procedure with Bob, but I didn't have time to look, because Charlie was edging me out of the bathroom and into the other room.
"When we got to the bed, he pulled back the covers and switched off the light. I settled down on the mattress and then felt his weight on the springs. The room was dark now except for the light coming from the bathroom. I heard my sister giggling. I figured they already were into some action. So I just concentrated on Charlie, who wasn't slow to getting around to business either.
"He put his hand on my naked breast, and I could feel the blood rush inside. The tit became hard as a pebble. I inhaled deeply. His other hand moved down the center of my body, lingering on my tummy for a moment while his forefinger curled inside the crater of my navel. Then the hand aimed for the depression of my cunt. His finger poked into the crease itself. He stroked me once, twice, then started to push the tip of the finger against the sides of the chasm. My snatch quivered, and I started to lubricate. He withdrew his finger, bringing the now moist tip to the clitoris, which struggled under his strong force. The little button inflated mightily, and I began to feel excited. I reached for his staff, which was now a small baseball bat, the rounded head standing out proud from the drawn sheath of his foreskin. I tested the slit and found a dewdrop upon it. I spread it along the glans, pricking the foreskin with my sharp fingernail. He took my hand and led it down to his scrotal sac. Like a machine, my five fingers folded down upon the helpless sac, holding the small almonds prisoner at the bottom of the wrinkled scrotum.
"I heard a loud, sudden, 'Aah!' from my sister in the bathroom, and I knew for sure that she had already started the evening's work. Charlie was over me, and he pushed my legs apart. He pressed the end of his long stick against my cunt lips, but he was just trying to excite me, not rush things. I took the head in my hand and rubbed it over the clit. His smooth hands cupped my buttocks, and he forced my pelvis closer to his own. Only now did he start to kiss me. Stationing himself on his knees, he licked his tongue across my plump lower lip. Then his tongue entered my mouth, caressing wetly and softly my own tongue and inner cheeks, tracing the rough pattern of my teeth.
"He raised one leg and moved it outside the angle of my sprawled limbs. He put his hand to my box and slipped a finger inside easily. My snatch was warm and greasy. He shoved another finger up the organ and began to press steadily and with rhythm, driving the soft spikes as far as he could before withdrawing, only to plow forward in the next beat. His thumb combed through my pubic hair and found the clitoris, and he buzzed that while he fingered me. The spaces between the strokes of his fingers became shorter, and I breathed in heavy spurts, turned on by the manipulations. But now he removed one finger from my twat and pushed it between the two cakes of my ass, injecting the first joint straight inside the narrow canal. He wiggled it jauntily, but my only reaction was to spread my legs further and to push up off the bed. He pulled the finger out and rewet it inside the cunt. Thus oiled, it moved easily inside my anus, though the walls of the rectal muscle closed down hard on it.
"'I'll blow you, if you want,' I announced to him, anxious to get his tool inside my mouth, where I could suck it off to perfection. He smiled and dismounted, sprawling on his back beside me. I pushed myself down on the bed and took his plank, drawing it away from its natural bent and aiming it toward my lips. I let my snaky tongue lick carefully around the foreskin, pushing with as much force as I could against the flattened side of the shaft. I yanked at the foreskin and pulled it toward the instrument's base. Now I brought my teeth down on the penis and dug my teeth into the circumcised foreskin, careful, however, not to hurt him, but rather to excite him. My lips pressed against the glans, puckering, and I jiggled the balls in their creased pouch. He brought his knees up and pushed up on his buttocks, forcing the spear deeper into my mouth.
"He forced the mighty head so hard against my throat that I gagged. But then he sank on his hips into the mattress, and I had to spiral the sides of my mouth down on his thing, while his fingers pressed like a vise into my forearm. I took hold of the rod and brushed the head back and forth over my full lips, then opened my mouth enough to bite down on the cock head. My mouth tingled, and I was excited. The walls of my cunt were already juicy. I raised my head off the pecker and straddled him. I had to push his chest down, because he was sitting up, but he complied willingly as I offered him a glimpse of my hair-covered twat. I took the penis midway down its length, and then brought my box down on it. It slipped in easily and nicely. I exerted my vaginal muscles and clamped it firmly in the saddle once he had fully penetrated me. 'Push,' I ordered him, as I pushed up on my knees. I looked down and saw the arrow as I rose up off it. It glistened with the saliva from my mouth and from the vaginal lubricants. I wiggled my ass from side to side, and Charlie's cock twitched inside the berth. He put his hands on my hips and shoved up, refilling me with the gorgeous slab of male meat.
"I rested a moment when he had gone all the way in again, letting him enjoy the warmth of my inner-genitalia. I pressed in again on it with my vaginal muscles, tightening my hold. I stuck my forefinger inside the weave of our mingling pubic hairs. Then, putting my hands on his shoulders, I pushed up again until only the head was still buried inside the moist bath. 'Push harder,' I told him, and he was up inside me in one slick swoop. 'Oh, yeah,' I ventured, 'schmuck me, schmuck me good!' because I was feeling it now.
"'Oh yeah, that's good,' I assured him as we achieved a steady, smooth rhythm. I reached down and stuck my index finger against the part of the penile shaft that was hidden underneath his scrotum. 'Oh, fuck me, fuck me,' I sighed. I was close to coming. A shiver passed through my inner cunt. The walls parted, and for a fraction of a moment his long stick was lost in my inner space. But now, when the muscle came together, it hugged the erection as tightly as before. 'Push, push!' I mumbled, but I didn't need to tell him what to do, because he was frantically shooting the stem, and at last he was shooting the wad of semen deep inside me, and my own walls were flapping open and shut in alternate moments. My whole body was convulsed with the strength of the orgasm, and I waved my arms at my side. It was like riding a horse that had suddenly begun to run through an open field.
"I allowed my body to sink down on the spent petard. I rubbed my hairy groin over his. I felt the blood start to flow back into his body from the spike.
"At that point, my sister, Penny, and Bob came in from the bathroom. His hose was lying at parade rest from the middle of his crotch, but it, too, was wet, and Penny was smiling from what I took to be her gratification in recent orgasm.
"'Wow, that was a great screw, Susie,' she told me, and Bob almost blushed with pride.
"'So was mine,' I said without enthusiasm, for I was now so tired. I knew that Charlie's thing was now a cringing muscle inside of me, so, circling it with my forefinger at the point of origin above the scrotum, I lifted myself off it. Then I let my body fall back on the bed beside the John. Peggy was eyeing Charlie's manhood, and I detected disappointment at its current state. But he smiled at her, and she came to the side of the bed on which he lay. Bob came closer to me and offered me his hand. Listlessly, I let him pull me up and then shove me upon the other double bed.
"He turned me on my stomach, so that my backside was exposed to his view and touch. I felt him try to hustle his deflated bird in between the halves of my ass. As the hillocks closed together around it, however, the organ miraculously enlarged, and by the time he had shoved it as far as the anus it was at full erection. I twisted my body this way and that so that he could screw the long pencil into the tiny sphincter slot. With one energetic shove he managed to pierce the asshole, and suddenly he was rocking me. I felt sliced wide by the long, thin phallus, which he poked mercilessly at the sides of the narrow cavity.
"He pressed the flat of his thumb into the base of my spine, and suddenly the walls of my cunt expanded, even though the wound itself was empty. When he shoved forward again, I let my naked pelvis mesh into the sheet below, and I tried to wriggle my button clit back and forth.
"He pulled his cock out of my asshole and then shoved the meat back between the cheeks. The generous flesh of my ass covered it, and now he repeated the maneuver. He smeared some natural lube around my asshole before plunging deep inside again. I stretched my arms out behind me and squeezed at the slight flab at both sides of his waist. I moved my ass up and down. I felt the Wool of his pubic wig scratch at the smooth skin of my cheeks. I reached over his own buttock and managed to shove the end of my finger into his hole. His was dry and unexplored, but my grasp was tenuous and even painful, so I gave up. Instead, I fitted my right hand in between Bob's stomach and my buttocks.
"I turned my head to the side to see what Penny was doing with Charlie, my recent lover. Somehow she had got his penis up again quickly, and they were in the classic 'sixty-nine' position. He was licking at her cunt as a passionate dog might. She held his organ in her hand and circled the short arm with her long, thin tongue. He kept shoving his crotch up against her mouth, but she resisted, trying instead to draw out the pleasure of their oral coupling. Mechanically she pumped her own hips. Charlie was skillfully flicking the clit with his tongue and, in alternate strokes, was coming down with the whole of his mouth, parting the petals of her rose with his hands and sticking his tongue as far inside the cove as he could.
"But Penny's hesitation did her no good. Suddenly his cock was steaming with lava, and it shot off everywhere, onto her shoulder, in her hair, and on her cheeks, with great force. She stuffed the pumping instrument inside her mouth and began to suck frantically, trying to make the orgasm a great one. And she must have succeeded, for Charlie showed his gratitude by grinding away with his mouth at her twat even after his own organ was drained of its fluid. Penny's hip-grinding was less mechanical now, more flowing and easy. She began to jerk at uneven intervals, and I could tell she was close to coming by the way she bit frantically at the skin of his thighs. Meanwhile, Charlie's friend pumped his hot phallus through my buttocks and deep inside my asshole. The skin inside my anal tract felt raw, but the scalding pleasure of his cock as it filled me was worth whatever pain it caused.
"Bob's seed suddenly spurted out and started to flood me. The thick cream sprayed the insides of the globes, and he swung the long column up and down within the circumference of my small, strained hole. The fluid was like a hot shower inside me. I felt warmth even in my stomach. I heard my sister breathing hard, and the springs below both mattresses strained with an erratic rhythm. I pushed my clit wildly to the sheet and came just about the same time my sister started half whispering, half yelling, 'I'm coming, I'm coming, oh, I'm coming V "Bob pulled out of my rectum immediately. His cock was still stiff, though, and when he lay down on his back, I patted it gently, thankful for the pleasure it had given me.
"Charlie sat at the edge of his bed, his feet dangling off it. 'Do you girls ever-' " 'Do it together?' I interrupted him, raising my eyebrows. 'Sure,' I said, and looked at my sister. She smiled.
"We had played those kinds of sexual games when she was in her early teens and I was in my last years of high school. I always played the aggressive part of the boy, so now I got up off the bed and settled on the bed beside Charlie. I wondered if he had any idea that we were sisters.
I figured not, as we didn't look all that much alike. I put one hand down on my sister's breast and felt her tit grow large under the touch of my palm. She smiled and put her hand under the boob, reshaping it and pushing it against my hand. I climbed up beside her on my knees, while Charlie moved to sit at the foot of the bed. Next to him, Bob sat down, while my sister and I began to go to it.
"I spread my legs, putting my knees at either side of Penny's chest. I squeezed down on her, running my pubic curls down along the slope of her breast. I could feel the erection of the nipples below. With the same hand that had scooped up her breast, she pointed her areola at my clit. With her other hand, she began to knead the flab on the inside of my other upper leg.
"Now I moved up again and, by dropping my crotch over her face, signaled her that I wanted her to lick me. She obliged, sticking her tongue out and easily finding my clitoris, which she glossed with abundant saliva. A few strands of the spittle fell over her lip and smeared her chin. She drew her arm around my waist and rubbed it against my loose-fleshed buttocks. She parted the two mounds and tickled the in-sides, but she didn't attempt to find the rectum. Now her fingers searched lower, and she pressed the fingertips of her right hand against the joining of my legs.
"Now she took her left hand and played with the opening between my legs. She raised her head to take a small, playful bite out of the center of my belly, just below the navel, before again pushing her tongue against the fleshy door of the snatch, which now yielded. She rubbed the clitoris with her finger, and I felt the heat course through the labyrinth. I felt a wonderful blend of ticklishness and yearning for friction in the very first inches of my heating, lubricating pie.
"I began to rub my tummy in time to the stroking of her tongue inside my vaginal box. I stuck a finger of my other hand inside the sheath and pulled it away from the other boundary of the cavern, so that my sister might bring her head up-as she did-and suck harder at the inner lining of my cunt. My free hand raced higher, to my own breast, and I began to stroke the palm over my tit. The nipple became stiff. I felt movement at the foot of the bed. It was, on one side, Charlie and, on the other, Bob. They now sat, their feet pointing off the edge of the bed, at my sides. They opened their mouths and came hungrily toward me, stuffing my breasts between their teeth. Their techniques were different, though. Bob was gentle, suckling at the darkened areola, while his friend ground his teeth-lightly and delicately, but still with a great deal of friction-over the white flesh around my nipple.
"I began to rock my lower body forward, shoving my cunt deeper inside Penny's mouth. Penny stretched her arms into the laps of Bob and Charlie. They moved closer to her on the bed, and she took hold of their cocks, yanking energetically at the foreskins of each, occasionally lingering to trace intricate patterns with her fingertips along the flattened sides of the shafts.
"Charlie rearranged himself. Now he stood up on the bed, which bucked mightily under his weight, and faced me, his legs spread around my sister's shoulders. He stepped forward and the bed rocked. He pushed down on his penis, then forced it into my willing mouth. I licked at the glans, then tried to jam my mouth as far on it as I could. I clamped my teeth down on the phallus, and then I rubbed the edges back and forth along the width of the thick scepter. I yanked at the scrotum, and the testicles bobbed inside. I scratched at the baggy skin. He thrust his pelvis forward and I almost gagged at the bulk of the thing. My sister was jacking Bob off. His eyes were shut tight, and he was breathing hard. His face was flushed, and I guessed he was about ready to shoot off.
"I felt soaked in my vagina. Penny was really sucking hard now, drawing the clitoral ridge between her teeth and kneading it gently. I grabbed my right boob in my hand and squeezed it. She mashed her mouth to the black pubic lace at my source.
"I stuck my fingers into the stalk hidden below Charlie's scrotum. I drew my head back and rubbed the edges of my teeth just under the glans. That seemed to do it, because when I pushed the edge of my tongue against the flattened side of the shaft, he started to let loose with the sticky goo. My right hand swung from my breast and I stuck my fingers into Bob's scrotum just as my sister plunged the covering skin down a few more last times. He too began to come, spurting the glue all over the bed, Penny's forearm, my hand, and my stomach."
The behavior of the two girls, although seemingly healthy, does contain some pathological elements. Interviews established the fact that both girls had felt a sense of rejection in their formative years. Further, they both came to the early conclusion that men enjoy a favored position in our society. During the ages of twelve to fifteen, both girls experienced sexual hyperesthesia, the older leading her young sister into a precocious state of sexual excitement.
The older sister recounted an episode where she inadvertently stumbled into the bathroom as her father was shaving in the nude. His penis was semi-erect. Stunned, the girl was unable to turn around and leave, but merely stood and gazed at the impressive sight before her. Her father swore at her and scolded her severely afterward. From that time on, her reactions to males and sexual matters were ambivalent. She unwittingly imparted her feelings to her younger sister.
Experts have posited several factors in the etiology of homosexuality among females: a repulsion from heterosexuality originating in the castration complex, an attraction through early fixation on the mother, unresolved Oedipal feelings with consequent identification of each eligible man as a father figure, this creating an insurmountable incest taboo. This last was not an element in this case. Much to the point here is Ernest Jones's view that inordinate intensity of oralism and sadism are the core of later development of homosexuality in the woman.
With these thoughts in mind, let us return to the present case history. In the following excerpt from interviews taken for this volume, Susan describes a session in troilism.
"In the past few months, the scene on Broadway has gotten a bit more outrageous, at least before the current cleanup. At any rate, my sister and I had actually taken to standing in one place, say on the comer in front of a nightclub. We wouldn't actually solicit, but we would stand there in our short skirts and smile at the passing men.
"One night, a young guy with a beard stopped right there and looked at us both in turn, sort of sizing us up, I guess. Then he stepped a little closer, and I began to wonder which one of us he wanted. 'Do you girls, uh, work together?' he asked shyly. I looked at Penny, who shrugged. 'Sure,' I said. 'But it'll cost ya.' He smiled. 'How much?' 'How much?' 'How long?' I countered. 'The whole night.'
"'It's usually a hundred dollars a night for each of us,' I replied, trying to judge his reaction to that figure. He started to shrug. 'But, if you just want us until twelve, it'll be fifty apiece.' It was eight-thirty. He was kind of good looking, and I thought it might be more fun to do it with him, rather than some older John. Besides, business was slow that night. He looked at us long and hard, as though he were trying to guess if the experience would be worth a hundred dollars. I guess he decided it would, because, shrugging again, he said, 'Okay.' "He didn't have a car, so I suggested that, to save money on a hotel room, he take us by cab back to our flat. We were home in about ten minutes. I fixed us a round of drinks, and Penny changed into her nightgown. It was sheer, and you could see her breasts bouncing underneath. The tits kind of stuck to the gauze of the sleeping garment.
"The boy, whose name was Harold, drank slowly, but under his pants I could detect a considerable erection. I pressed the insides of my thighs together. I was kind of hot and excited. This was my first lay that night. When I had finished my drink, I kneeled in front of him and zipped down his trouser slot. He wasn't wearing any underpants. I saw the tangle of pubic hair sprouting out just at the base of the central stalk, which was proud and thick. A globule of semen had already seeped out of the head.
"My sister gasped when I pushed the plank right inside my mouth and started to devour it with my tongue and lips, scraping it with my teeth. I laced the purplish glans with the edge of my tongue, shoving my thumb up against the flattened side of the long, bulky stalk.
"My sister came toward the well-upholstered chair he was sitting on, reached down past the neckline of her lingerie, and brought out one of her boobs. The tit was already sharply pointing at Harold. He opened his mouth, put his arm around her waist, and started to suckle at her tit. My sister started to squirm, flexing her body at the waist, and finally seated herself on the armrest. I reached up and clutched her left buttock, then rubbed the small of her back with the side of my hand. 'Oh, sis, that's good,' she sighed, and Harold looked at both of us, quite surprised.
"'You mean you girls are sisters?' he asked, puzzled.
"'Yes,' I said, smiling at his shock.
"'And you do it together?' " 'For money, sure,' I answered.
"'Wow,' he said, licking his lips and staring at Pen's exposed boob. He reached forward and shoved my open mouth up against his plank. I started to suck him off violently. I could feel the semen inch through the tube.
"He pulled the hem of my sister's negligee up far enough so that he could see the pinkish slit of her quim and the pubic jungle that surrounded it. He stuck a finger into the pie, then wiggled it around.
"'Hey,' said Penny, 'why don't we do this up right? In the bedroom, say?' With that, I drew my head away from his erect penis and stood up, straightening my dress.
"Penny was the first to enter the bedroom we shared. She stretched her arms upward, took the nightdress off over her head, then sat down on the edge of the bed and watched Harold disrobe. First he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a broad, manly chest covered by a veritable lawn of dark chest-hair. Then he pulled down his boxer shorts, and his cock pointed out toward Penny. She smiled. He took the weapon in his hand, midway down its stem, and yanked it down as if testing it.
"I was quickly naked, and my breasts bounced as I walked toward the bed. 'Do you want the lights on?' I asked. He nodded. He lay on the drawn sheets of the bed, his cock arising proudly out of his lower stomach. Penny was crowding in front of me, wiggling her slickly moist beaver hair against the side of his phallic shaft. I took her thighs in my hand and helped push her forward. She parted her legs and slipped down on the tool, burying it deep inside of her, sighing as the missile shot up the snatch. I squeezed under her hips and opened my mouth. Gingerly I closed my lips and teeth around his scrotum, sucking on the wrinkled layer of flesh while she pumped her firm young body this way and that, as though trying to wrench the come juice from his beacon.
"At first she was on her knees, her calves stretching back at my sides. But after a while, she twisted her body and brought her legs out in front of her. She rested the sides of her delicate feet under Harold's head. He turned his head from side to side, rubbing his ears against her toes. She folded her body forward when he was at full penetration, then kissed him, her fleshy tongue tracing the outline of his sensuous lips, while her fingers combed through the plaits of hair on his chest.
"He moved a little bit forward under the weight he was carrying and put his hands against my ears, rubbing them gently against the spirals of my outer ears. I sucked in lightly, and the balls joggled over my teeth. I pushed at his buttocks, and my tongue peeked inside. The skin there was hot. He groaned. I didn't come close to the rectum itself, but I brushed my tongue back and forth. I turned my head and chewed a little nugget of soft thigh-flesh, but in an instant he flexed the muscle there and made it tense meat.
"I stuck my right forefinger between the twin cakes of my sister's buttocks. The tip of the finger slipped easily inside her greasy anal orifice. I realized at once that when changing, she had also prepared herself for the evening by using vaseline to oil the hole, and perhaps the vaginal box as well.
"Her right arm curled around her waist and she took me by the wrist, squeezing the bone. I heard her moan, and I knew she wanted me to keep up the fingering. The rectal opening was small but smooth. I shoved my finger deep inside of it, and then the muscles at the side bit down hard on me. I twisted my finger and scratched at the sides of the abyss. Penny shook her hips in my face, and I knew she was coming closer to completion. She moved her whole body around Harold's cock as though she were at once stuck to it and revolving upon it. She brought her wide pelvis down on his prick as though she were trying to scoop it up and drag it from its anchoring on Harold's crotch. When she raised her body off it, it shined with her vaginal oils. Its head was still stuck inside her cunt, and she grabbed the manhood and turned the stick around inside of her. I felt the tension on the scrotum as I moved my tongue through the network of thin creases and wrinkles.
"She dug her thumbs into the sides of the guy's neck in one moment, and in the next she was tugging at his full black beard. She pushed her finger in between his lips, and it was like she was fucking his mouth with the miniature penis of her first finger. She ground her body lovingly around his hoist petard. She pushed up off the organ and then rolled its head into the flesh above her hairy V. He shoved his pelvis forward with a jerk of his hips and forced her to slip the shaft all the way inside the wet slot of her twat.
"The bed began to rock under us. She was moving so fast now that movements could not be differentiated, and I couldn't tell a forward stroke from a withdrawal. Harold had started to grunt in time to the twistings of her frantic body, now soaked all over in her light-scented sweat. He clawed at her sides with his fingers. She put her hands behind her and pushed my head against his juice bag. At last she seemed almost to be jumping off the bed. The trampoline sighed beneath us. Our breathing imitated the rush of the ocean. His come spurted out against the walls of her hot cunt. I could feel the testes expand on my tongue as the pearly liquid raced out from the scrotum and into the phallic cylinder.
"Later, after we had rested, Harold suggested that he watch us as we made it with each other. He would, he said, help us along. So we got into the sack, both of us quite naked. Then he suggested that I do things to arouse my sister. So, kneeling at the foot of the bed, I began to go into subtle and not-so-subtle gyrations.
"First, I cupped both my boobs in my open palms. I spread my legs far apart, and I put my right hand over my cunt, hiding the hair. Little by little, I moved the hand away, and the curls were exposed to her view. I put my forefinger on the clitoris and rolled it back and forth. Then I slid my finger past the red-pink button and into the divide itself. I pretended to wiggle the finger's end inside me for a moment, and then I started to breathe very heavily, as though I were in the heat of passion. It was not clear at that point what effect this all was having on my sister, but when I looked over my shoulder, I could see that Harold, whose legs were sprawled wide as he sat in the big upholstered chair, was wildly jerking at his penis.
"I lowered my crotch down on my sister's calf, then rubbed my beaver hair over her smooth, well-shaved skin. I backed away from the leg and then bent her big toe toward the cunt, lowering myself upon the stump. She flexed it inside of me. Then I sprang up.
"Resting against the post at the foot of the bed, I dropped one leg off the mattress and stretched the other leg to make an angle as wide as possible. Now I started to turn myself on with my fingers, flicking the clitoris back and forth and inserting my two forefingers into the cove to spread the sides of the abyss apart, so that Penny could look in.
"I watched as my sister, now quite aroused, began to rub her stomach with the flat of her open hand, until her belly was colored by a deep blush. Her hips pushed up, and her ass left the bed. Her other hand started to roll the soft flesh of her left breast. Her wrist rested on that breast while her fingers extended to tease the adjoining nipple, making it firm and hard.
"I got up off the bed and went to the dresser.
In the bottom drawer was a huge dildo. I admired it for a moment, then put it on, running my hand up the length of the thick rubber hose. The false erection bounced in my hand. I turned my head and watched Harold's face as I approached my sister, lying spread-eagled on the bed and awaiting the assault.
"My sister was licking her lower lip. She dug her fingers into the soft mattress at her sides. I climbed on top of her, holding the weapon like a gun between her legs, which were warm. She wrapped her right hand around the dildo-penis. She tried to bend it toward her dry twat-lips, but when I pushed in, she gasped in pain. I turned to Harold and directed him to go into the bathroom, where, in the medicine chest, he would find a jar of cold cream. He was still clinging to his erect manhood with one hand when he ran into the bathroom and when he came out a few seconds later, the small jar in his other hand.
"He unscrewed the top and held the jar for me while I scooped some of the salve out with my fingers. I covered the phallic object with it, then I rubbed it against the petals of Penny's flower, even rubbing the coated fingers inside the vaginal canal for a few strokes.
"Now I was ready for the assault in earnest. Penny lifted her arms and pressed her fingers into the back of my neck and the sides of my skull. She rolled her pelvis under the pressure of the bulbous rod. Harold pulled on one of her legs while I shoved the head of the prick inside her. She groaned. The dildo was easily an inch-and-a-half in diameter. Once the head was lodged inside, however, it was easy to force the body of the dildo inside the box. At last, I had penetrated fully. My own hidden hole now hovered above hers, and the ends of our pubic curls almost met. Harold retreated to the chair and began to work anew at masturbating his penis.
"I looked down at my sister's closed eyes. I pushed the end of the thing inside her against one cunt wall, and her mouth opened wide and round. 'You're hurting me,' she said; but I didn't apologize, instead, I rested my mouth against hers, and started tonguing it as our teeth almost hit. I put my hand underneath her and jabbed her rectum with my right index finger. Each time I pushed at her with the fake cock, her body was forced down on the thin stick of my finger. I surged forward into her. She moaned, because the circumference of the dong was stretching the lips of her hole. But I dealt her blow after blow in quick rhythm.
"Harold came over to the side of the bed. He put one hand on the bedpost, and as I pushed stroke after stroke into my sister, he pulled at his organ's foreskin, plumbing the cock for its creamy fluid. He was breathing heavily, and his hand strained to keep up with my rhythm as I pushed the dildo up my sister's vagina.
"Penny pressed her fingers against the rising pink bud of her clitoris, and we were soon into the closing of the wild, sweating explosion. Her thumb moved up so that her hand was beating both of us off. I swung the dildo around inside her cunt. Her legs flailed at the sides of my body. Harold reached down and grabbed my breast, squeezing it violently, while the emission from his pecker emerged in wads of white semen, surging against my arm and breast and the bed....
"The next time we used that dildo was with two dykes. We were hustling outside of this hotel on Market Street, in downtown San Francisco. There were these two dames who emerged out of the revolving doors. When they spotted us, one whispered into the ear of the other, and they both smiled. They waved away the doorman, who was about to leap to the curb in search of a cab. Slowly, hesitantly, the two women walked toward Penny and me.
"The older one was about forty, quite pretty, and blonde. She was just a bit mannish, but all that was masculine about her could be described, by one who did not know her predilections for sure, as chic. In tow, however, she had a girl not much over twenty. While the older woman was dressed in expensively tailored tweeds, quite flattering, the younger girl was clad in a minidress. Beneath her jersey top, it was clear that she had on no bra.
"The older woman came up to me. While she spoke, she held one arm around the young girl's waist. 'My secretary and I,' she began, 'were wondering if you might have a drink with us in the hotel bar.' I looked at Penny, but only for form, before accepting the invitation. Both women seemed quite pleased, but the older one particularly so.
"I ordered a screwdriver, as did the young girl, and my sister had a daiquiri. To start a conversation, the older of the two, who introduced herself as Beatrice and her young companion as Rachel, said she was in the cosmetics business and proceeded to go on about the 'beauty market,' as she called it. At one point, after a moment of dreadful silence, she asked Penny and me what we did for a living. 'What do you think?' I replied bluntly, growing impatient for the trick to begin. 'Oh,' she giggled, but did not pursue the subject further. After she had downed the rest of her bourbon and water, she asked, quite sweetly, 'Well, now, ladies, would you like to mix a little business with pleasure?' We discussed terms, and when we agreed, we all took the elevator to the eighth floor, and then went into their well-appointed suite.
"She told us to get undressed, and already Rachel was stripping out of her minidress. She rolled the panties down her slim legs, pulled the top off over her head, and she was nude. When her employer returned, she was clad in black leather slacks-men's slacks-their zipper open, and in a frilly black-lace brassiere that pushed her breasts up. She went directly to a suitcase that rested against a wall and took four plastic vibrators out of it. They were of different sizes, and one was painted black. All were designed to look as much like phalli as possible, and all were battery-operated by a switch at the side.
"She gave us each one, keeping the black one for herself. After first squatting on all fours, dog-style, on the hotel carpet, she lowered herself down on the long, thick hunk of plastic. She asked my sister to come and keep her balance. Penny pushed her down on the tool, and Rachel thrust her right forearm underneath the woman's pelvis, keeping the vibrator stationary on the floor. Slowly the woman's bush came down on, and then consumed, the massive joint. Then, when the thing was firmly embedded in her cunt, she set the switch on, and the vibrator started to whir inside her body. She directed me to stand behind her, rubbing my naked groin into the black leather covering her buttocks. I complied, and my sister started to suck one of her tits, nestling the other one in the palm of her hand.
"The woman then ordered Rachel to suck at the inside thigh of one of the tight pant-legs, and the girl did. The leather gleamed with her saliva.
"So, a giant machine of human beings was created for the gratification of one woman. We pushed her body down toward the floor, and she began to make low, groveling, squalling sounds, like an animal, as the engine of her body surged toward orgasm. But she wasn't ready yet. 'Bring me the twig,' she told Rachel, and Rachel got up, only to return with a twig from the suitcase, which Beatrice took and pushed at her clitoris. The pain was intense, but Beatrice continued to abuse herself, meanwhile pushing down on the vibrator.
"I bit at her back, my lower teeth scraping at the back strap of the lace brassiere. 'Oh, take it off,' she rumbled, her voice gruff, and I carefully unhooked the bra, my soles planted firmly on the rug, my cunt lips wiggling frantically at her leather-skinned ass. The crepe of the undergarment came off her jugs, and I rubbed the starchy cups against the tits until they erected into diamonds.
"Now her boobs were hanging toward the floor. She swung them as she stooped down on the plastic tool. I reached around with my hand and competed with the twig's end for possession of her drooling clit. A splinter of the wood pierced my skin, and I quickly drew my hand away. But by now Beatrice was coming, pushing her weight frantically against the stool of the vibrator. I clutched at one of her breasts, my sister at the other, digging her teeth into the tit itself. Rachel had injected her finger underneath the crotch of the black leather pants and was sticking her index finger inside the woman's rectal hole, while her employer came off wildly, the inner grease of her cunt squirting on the plastic.
"The next thing she had us do was take turns spanking Rachel. First my sister did it, then me. She had me seated on a couch, my naked legs spread apart. Rachel, also naked, was lying lengthwise to the couch. I was facing her bottom, and her pelvis was rubbing down against my thighs. Her hips, large and soft, seemed to flow out curvily from her small waist. I reached between my lap and her crotch, and my fingers played for a moment with her woman's weeds. But then Beatrice was at me, egging me on to start hitting the palm of my hand against Rachel's beautiful behind.
"The first blow was tentative. The ass flesh shook underneath my slap. Beatrice yelled, 'Harder!' and I complied. The cheeks jiggled apart, and I stared down at the shady crack between her twin hillocks. For a moment, when my hand rested, I stuck my fingers down into the rims. But, in the next beat, my hand was up, and I hit her ass right down the center. But now it was not just Beatrice, but Rachel herself, who was egging me on. 'Harder,' she sighed, pleading. I brought my hand down in what I thought would be a killing stroke, but the slap merely made the inside of my palm sting. Now, as I went down, I tried to stick my nails into the flesh, making the assault doubly painful. This pleased Rachel, who squirmed against my lap, aiming the lips of her cunt at my inner thigh. The twat petals were slick with juice, frothy with cunt water. With my right knee, I forced her legs further apart and then inserted my finger, for just a fraction of a second. Her body, however, was heaving compulsively, she raised her pelvis, and my finger slipped out of it. She was slapping her body down hard against my legs. I squeezed my legs together, trying to give the clit some pressure, for I realized that I, too, was moist and ripe for climax.
"My hand, however, did not obey the chore I was set to accomplish. Instead, as it lunged down, it squeezed the buttock. She was writhing, half screaming, 'Make me come!' and 'Harder, harder!' I jammed four fingers up the crack of her ass. My legs sprang open, and my pubic tuft collided with hers. She was coming, her whole body throbbing against mine, but I punched my hand underneath her to get at my own clit pimple, to buzz myself off to orgasm.
"Next on the agenda, Beatrice had me spread my legs apart and then kneel, keeping them far enough so that my vagina was fully exposed.
Then Penny stood in front of me, hands on hips, with her legs similarly parted. I was to suck my sister off, while Beatrice spanked me, and Rachel spanked Penny. I didn't go for the idea at first, but then Beatrice promised that she and Rachel would go easy on both of us.
"I opened my mouth and my tongue snaked out. It stopped against the surface of my sister's clitoris. It was bathed in vaginal oils. I rubbed it with my lips. My sister's open palms crawled down her sides and she dug her fingers into the eruption of her hip bones. I took her hands and drew them to my shoulders. She started kneading my loose flesh. I ran the edges of my front teeth against the outer folds of her cavity. I puckered my lips and then blew cool air against her quim. She bucked her hips backward in reaction, twisting her spine.
"That was when the spanking began. I felt Beatrice's slap after the sound of it reverberated through the air. She came down hard on me from the first. 'You promised,' I told her, turning around-for I was not compelled to keep on with this, after all-but just at that moment my sister shoved her groin anxiously into the side of my face, rubbing her moist beaver against my jaw. I took pity on her need and began to curl my tongue around the button of her clitoris. I pushed my thumbs against the sides of her hips, but now Rachel was hitting her.
"Beatrice began to slug my naked rear with her hand. I felt the hand come down against my tailbone. My ass ached as she came down again with another bruising blow. But just as I was about to rise up out of her grip, she matched the pain she was giving me with the ploy of a finger stuck up my quim from behind. The finger sizzled up my alley with each corresponding slap administered on my behind. But as the spanking became more rigorous, my cunt welcomed the finger more, dilating around the digit and lubricating freely.
"She then withdrew her finger from my well and smeared some of the vaginal lubricant on the stinging flesh of my buttocks. Now the finger streaked across both buttocks, almost dipping inside the valley between.
"My mouth slithered over the outer terrain of my sister's genitalia. I rubbed my lips back and forth over the clit. I jabbed two fingers up the slot, and she almost fell down. What kept her up was a ringing slap from Rachel, who was on her knees behind my sister, in a scrubwoman position. Her face was contorted in vicious anger, and she was pale white. She had seized her upper lip between her teeth, and she was biting down hard upon it as she hit my sister again and again with her hand.
"I started to come, shoving my ass higher against Beatrice's hand at the same time that I swiveled down deeper on her extended finger. My strokes on that thin pedal were swift and wrenching, and I felt weak in my legs. I leaned against my sister's stomach and began jabbing the clitoral area with my tongue. Rachel continued to slap her silly, but at the same time that I was jerking my twat down on Beatrice's hand my sister started to come, digging her nails into my shoulders for support."
CONCLUSION It is the purpose of this section of the current volume to reassess what progress toward understanding we have made in the work itself, and, in addition, to sketch out some of the conclusions we are now able to make. There is a certain difficulty in the latter chore, because research on female oralism and homosexuality of an incestuous nature is in its infancy. The science of perverted sexuality has first had to overcome the hesitations of. a world that would rather hide its sexual failures than reveal them -even if the cost is the possible mutation of failure into success.
Can we, to begin, establish any "standard" characteristics that bring women to incestuous homosexuality? Let me suggest the following as being, to some extent, "marks" of this type of woman: (1) Arrested sexual development. It is, I would argue, the most profound of Freud's in-sights into the libidinal structure, that the incestuous drives that appear after childhood are primarily regressive; that is, the content of such drives is less important than the fact that they attempt to return the individual to an earlier- and only supposedly "happier"-time of his or her life.
Introversion. I find, in all five case histories, one remarkable similarity in the women narrators: though not reluctant to tell their stories in the most graphic (and even clinical) detail, they are loath to dig into themselves beyond the most superficial level of experience. They are without exception women not prone to self-analysis. Matching this inability to probe deep into their own psyches, I suggest, is a corresponding unwillingness to share deeply- sexually or otherwise-with any sexual partner. Sexuality, for instance, is seen merely as a charade or dance, in which physical gestures without import are played out until their final conclusion in a body-racking orgasm. Indeed, this lust after orgasm indicates a goal-centered sexual drive. Most importantly, these are women without friends. Though sisters, they are still unable to participate in any kind of affection without sexual physical contact. Sisters can be friends, but the incestuous sister is not likely to possess, after the sexual act has been concluded, unmixed affection for her sibling.
Sadomasochistic Components. It seems quite clear to the present writer that the whole process of female homosexuality involves degrees of sadomasochism, with usually the aggressive sister deriving the pleasure from the sadistic role, and her sister finding pleasure in the passive, or "masochistic" role.
Why is this? Some commentators, Stekel among them, have discussed the place of the desires to harm and be harmed within the homosexual relationship. Taking my cue from him, I would say that the female homosexual takes her primary gratification from the fact of the reversal of roles (in the cases of "active" homosexuality) or in the accentuation of roles (in the cases of "passive" homosexuality). What better stage for such "role-playing," then, than in the family itself. The children (in this case female children) play house, testing their own behavior against that of their parents. Female homosexuality between sisters would then be, I think, a kind of extreme reality-testing involving the self-perceptions of one's own sexuality.
(4) Rejection of the Masculine Parent. It is sadly typical, I would say, that in the execution of these games of sexual testing, the women whose stories are here presented turn not to men, but to women, to imitate the parental sex-play.
More and more the female becomes the dominant figure in our society-see Ashley Montagu's Natural Superiority of Women-and the feminine, or maternal, role becomes the model for sexual behavior. I would not be the first to say that the danger of widespread homosexuality begins when there is an imbalance of power in the two sexes. (See, for instance, Konrad Lor-enz's On Aggression.) There is the problem of the "passive-active" dichotomy in lesbian role-playing or, if you will, the "masculine-feminine" dialectic. But it is even less clear in the case of the female than in the case of the male homosexual that one role is exclusive to one of the partners. Rather, both partners are most often simultaneously "male" and "female"; such determinations, made by "outsiders," seldom penetrate below the most superficial levels. As Magee writes in his One in Twenty:
- Yet another myth about lesbian lovemaking that needs exploding is that there is always a "masculine" partner and a "feminine" one. This is true sometimes, but not generally. The distinction between the masculine ("butch") and the feminine ("fern") types of lesbian ... is one which applies chiefly to behavior outside the bed -to clothes, vocabulary, hair style, cosmetics, voice, stance, handshake, interests, occupation and the rest. Once in bed the majority of lesbians can assume, and at different times do assume, both an active and a passive role. Whether they take the initiative or not on a particular occasion depends on mood and circumstance. In many an act of lovemaking the distinction cannot be made anyway: it is an equal coming together.
- To return to the matter of causality, we are confronted by the two phenomena of sexual inversion tangling-and this is what makes the understanding of the problem doubly difficult. Let us trace, with Dr. May E. Romm, in her article "Sexuality and Homosexuality in Women," (Judd Marmor's Sexual Inversion), something of the characteristic etiology of lesbian sexuality:
- It is generally assumed that the male homosexual fears intercourse with a woman because of the incest taboo and that he therefore chooses a love object with external genitals like his own who cannot confront him with the body of a female, which would arouse his castration-anxiety. How then can we explain female homosexuality? What are the similarities and the differences between the causations of male and female homosexuality? Does the adult woman react to the sight of a nude male with a feeling of horror, envy, rage, inferiority, indifference and lack of sexual desire toward him?
Freud ... theorized that the ... girl who discovered at the ... age of three the genital difference between the sexes reacted to her lack of a penis with a lasting feeling of inferiority. He believed that this discovery was so traumatic to the female child that it not only laid the foundation for her later neurosis but also had a decisive effect on her character, creating in her a superego that could not adequately compare with that of the man. He based this theory on his idea that the little girl, feeling herself already castrated, lacked sufficient reason to repress her Oedipal complex and therefore allowed herself more overt ego-alient feelings and wishes than would a boy who had more to protect and who would therefore repress his incestuous drive much more actively and more completely. There is little doubt that young female children on first becoming aware that males have organs that they themselves do not possess are puzzled, confused, and desirous of what they do not have ... The emotional climates that surround them when they discover this genital difference play an important role in whether or not they develop pathological fixations....
- Another way of approaching the problem of the roots of homosexuality is illustrated by Hoffman in his study The Gay World.
Further, Dr. Romm takes us back to the discussion, still controversial, that homosexuality in both males and females may have an endocrinal basis. She cites the results of a 1934 study (Henry and Galbraith):
- ... [the purpose of the study was to] examine constitutional factors in homosexuals in conjunction with their psychosexual histories. Among the 105 female homosexuals evaluated, they found the following characteristics : fine adipose tissue, deficient fat on shoulders and abdomen, excess bodily and facial hair with a tendency to masculine distribution, a small uterus, over-and under-development of the breasts, and a low-pitched voice....
- Part of this confusion in the blurring of sexual characteristics can be traced to the Freudian thesis that the clitoris is a "vestigal" organ, and that an erotic life based around it must be eliminated if the female is to develop into mature heterosexuality. In the service of this theory, Freud posited the myth of the two orgasms: the (merely) clitoral and the (more intense) vaginal orgasm. It is both humorous and pathetic that this theoretical posit made by a man should be accepted, in the face of their own experience, by millions of women, until proven -through clinical research-invalid by Masters and Johnson in 1968. The fact is that the clitoris is endowed with as many, if not more, nerve endings as the glans penis. (Marmor, 1954.)
What is the place of the female homosexual's parents in determining her (later) sexuality? This is a particularly crucial problem in relation to the subject matter of this volume, for the lesbian sisters share the same parents, and their sexual behavior can be seen as a method of "working out" some of the conflicts the parents have not resolved. Indeed, in the sexual relationships of the women whose stories appear in this volume, there can be said to be at work a dialectic in which one girl plays out one-half of the behavioral equation, while the other acts out its opposite pattern. Romm writes:
- When the female is rejected in her formative years by her parents; when she feels unloved, depreciated, and demeaned: when a male sibling is preferred to her; when she feels that her sex is a disappointment to her parents; or when she becomes convinced, justifiably or not, that males in our society are the favored sex, she may react with feelings of inferiority and hostility toward men. She may then take refuge in psycho-sexual identification with the male and may assume a masculine role in a homosexual relationship; or, in a reaction formation, she may become the helpless passive ultrafeminine partner in a homosexual relationship in which a "masculine" and strong mother-father representative loves only her and does for her and to her what she sought from one or both parents early in life. Frequently the partners in a homosexual relationship exchange roles in mother-child and child-mother relations....
- This construct is particularly useful in discussion of sibling homosexuality. What more direct way to "redress" grievances against parents than by creating a more satisfactory (if homosexual) relationship in the home. This is complicated, of course, by matters of sibling rivalry, which can then be even more directly dealt with in the homosexual situation.
This question of sibling rivalry leads us into one final discussion, that of the role that masochism plays in female sexuality, and sadism in male sexuality (or in the sexuality of masculine roles). In relations between "normal" sisters, there is a considerable quotient of sadomasochistic feelings, brought to the fore by resentment over such matters as parental favoritism, jealousy, age, and so on. It was Freud who first stressed that masochism is basic in feminine psychic life. He claimed that instinctual repressions forced upon them by their physical constitutions and by societal orders favors the development of strong masochistic drives-a reinforcement, or internalization, of the socially favored role-construct. In turn, he theorized, when men indicate masochism, they are favoring the feminine side of their nature. Some experts suggest that one way out, for the woman who fears her own masochistic impulses, is to take refuge in homosexuality, seeking primarily clitoral pleasure. As Romm, again, puts it, " ... she thus escapes the 'dangerous man,' realizes her own masculinity in equating her clitoris to a penis, and neutralizes her genital masochism."
But these and other matters must, for final conclusions, await the work of other toilers in the vineyards of sexual research, particularly, when applicable, research of a clinical nature. The continuing investigations of Masters and Johnson seem to be giant steps in the right direction.
