Perhaps no aberrated sex act known to man combines as many sexual perversions en masse as does that of the gang bang, for within this single activity there are manifested the ingredients of exhibitionism, pluralism, voyeurism, sadism, promiscuity and debasement.
In the annals of socio-sexual studies, it is generally agreed that the gang bang, with all of its ramifications, represents sexuality in its least restrained form.
That these orgies are becoming more and more frequent, is attributed to the increasing momentum of the Sexual Revolution sweeping through various social strata of the United States today.
The following documented case histories of individuals to whom gang-banging and associated sex performances have come to be almost a daily practice has as its objective a shedding of clinical light upon the practice itself, and of equal importance, on the conditions which encourage these perverted acts.
This book may be regarded as the first intensive study of gang-banging as such, plus the background and personality traits of those who have found in it their ultimate thrill.
While the case histories may shock the sensitive reader, they may by the same token stand as a warning for those who say: "This could not happen to our children or family."
It can-and it does!
FOREWORD in the quest for clinical material regarding variations of sexual paraphilia, this writer has encountered many, many deviations, both by themselves and in various combinations. In past books, we have taken a look at partialism, prostitution, sadomasochism, et al. We have studied many of the more deviate forms of sex. We have not yet, however, studied the phenomenon of The Gang Bangers as such.
This book is not intended to be a psychological study, per se, of this complex aberration. It is written as a factual chronicle of what is basically pluralism-a paraphilia wherein the sexual satisfaction is achieved by a combination of mixosco-pia, voyeurism, promiscuity and exhibitionism not to mention elements of sadism and masochism.
Mixoscopia is defined as the act of gaining sexual gratification by watching two or more people engaged in sexual intercourse.
Voyeurism, as opposed to mixoscopia, is not necessarily the act of watching other people engaged in intercourse. It is more properly defined as a form of sexual deviation where the person-the voyeur-enjoys sexual gratification by the mere act of his peeping, itself. A peeper is a voyeur. This practice is far more prevalent than one might like to believe.
Promiscuity is best defined as frequent coitus with different partners in a search for sexual gratification. It is the kissing cousin to satyriasis and nymphomania-excessive sexual desire which is never satisfied.
Pluralism is that paraphilia wherein groups of people engage in sexual activities, en masse. That is, the sexual gratification is gained by copulating and or deviating in an orgy-like affair.
Of course, all of these psychosexual fetishes have a strong exhibitionist flavor, exhibitionism being the desire to expose one's sexual organs in public-usually to a member or members of the opposite sex.
Naturally, as is the case in most forms of psychosexual aberration, no single specific cause can really ever be pinpointed, for as with the common cold, there is one main symptom, but there are always peripheral aspects which flavor and color the main symptom until it is often all but impossible to isolate a particular aberration. One must look at the overall picture to even gain the smallest amount of insight.
While we are on the subject, it would be well to define the term, gang banger.
The ganger is a member of a group that bangs another person-multiple coitus performed on one person usually, but not always performed on a female. There are many cases in my files of a group of females literally gang-banging a male. A case history of this type will be presented later in this book-one that took place in Mobile, Alabama, wherein three grocery clerks, all female, gang-banged the male butcher.
The reader must not be misled into thinking that gang-banging is always rape. More often than not, it is merely multiple sex, frequently occurring among teenagers-and the victim is basically willing.
Gang-banging then, must be properly defined as the act of pluralistic intercourse between one member of a particular sex, and several-usually three or more-members of the opposite sex. There is also a homosexual variety of gang-banging-but that is another story.
This then, will be our current study. We shall look at many case histories from my files as a clinical psychologist, and those of my colleagues. We shall go fully into the background of The Gang Bangers in an attempt to see what makes them tick.
Sean Greene Los Angeles, California March, 1968
PART ONE
BARBARA THE BANGED
I
Barbara was brought to the clinic by her emotionally upset mother. The mother had caught the girl masturbating with her brother. Why she did not bring the boy in at the same time, I never determined. However, he came in later, so ultimately I had the opportunity to interview him also. Personally, I could not at first understand the mother's extreme concern about her 13-year-old daughter's masturbation.
I tried to explain to the woman that this practice was probably a quite normal reaction to the change in the girl's system due to the onset of puberty. But then the truth came out.
She had caught the girl, her brother, and seven other boys in the act of gang-banging!
"Good Lord!" cried the mother. "I've never seen the-likes of it before in my life! There she was on the floor, I mean on the rug! When I caught them, she was wide-open to a boy who couldn't have been less than seventeen. He was like a wild animal, stroking and jabbing into her! He wasn't even aware I was there, until I kicked him in the ass!"
The mother went on to state that most of the boys were between seventeen and eighteen. Her own son, a youth named Danny, was the instigator of the orgy.
Barbara was what most people would call cute. Though only thirteen at the time of the interview, she had the first showing of curves. Her youthful breasts (more mature than they might have been), strained against her white blouse, and it was obvious that she would eventually be a very sensual and sexy female. Her hair was brown, as were her eyes. She had pearly white teeth-very straight teeth, and it was obvious to me that she was in excellent health. Her complexion had the clearness of youthful vigor about it, and her lips were naturally red. She was about five feet two inches tall. She was most eager to cooperate, because she seemed to realize that she had a problem of sorts. She was very articulate in our interview, almost adult in verbiage.
She explained to me that she had ruptured her hymen at the age of six by using a finger for insertion.
"I began getting sexually aroused at about the age of seven," she said. "I used to ride Daddy's knee. He doesn't know anything about this business, and I sure hope Mother doesn't tell him about it. If she does, I know he will get real jealous!"
Q: Why would he get jealous? Wouldn't he be simply upset?
A: No, he would be jealous. For the last year or so, he and I have been rubbing and doing things like that!
Q: You are trying to tell me that you and your father have been engaging in sexual activities?
A: I sure am! God, if Mother ever found out about that she would really throw a f it! I don't even like to think about it!
Q: What sort of deviations do you and your father engage in?
A: Deviations?
Q: I didn't mean exactly deviations, I meant sexual activities.
A: Well, we started out by me riding on his leg and rubbing my crotch on him, but after I was about nine, I learned that my thing was for something besides urination.
Q: How did you find that out?
A: I was alone with Daddy one afternoon, and instead of him just letting me ride his knee, he started touching me on the rear. I liked that, too. That was two years ago.
Q: Didn't you suspect anything at first?
A: No-not at all. Daddy and I used to sit together and watch television. I would be on his lap, and he would be having a couple of beers. He always liked for me to sit right in the center of his vee.
Q: And you say he made the first move toward you?
A: No, actually, it was, well, mutual. It was something that just developed. We just kept squirming about until one day he started tickling me, and then from there his hands found their way to my buttocks. On my tenth birthday, Mother got real sick. They had to take her to the hospital. She was there for two weeks. While she was gone, Daddy got real clobbered.
He was really drunk! My brother had gone off with the school ball team. Daddy and I were sitting in our favorite chair. I was on his lap. That was the first time he asked me if I would like to touch his thing.
Q: Did you touch it?
A: Yes, I did. I had felt it bulging up to my thing before. I once thought about taking it in my hand, but I didn't do it. I guess I was afraid. I saw it several times, though.
Q: Your father exposed himself to you-that is, his sexual organs.
A: No, I saw him and Mother in the act of intercourse!
Q: But while your mother was in the hospital, and your brother was gone on the ball trip, your father and you entered into the act of sexual intercourse?
A: No, I only took it into my hand. He's not circumcised though, and the way the skin came back over the head of his penis thrilled me-it still thrills me!
The sensual Barbara told me how she and her father sat in the chair, and she unzipped his trousers, exposing his penis. He cautioned her to never tell of the episode to her mother.
"I wouldn't have done that anyway," she said, "I liked the feeling of it in my hand. It was warm-it was almost like it had a life of its own. I stroked him a lot."
Q: Did you bring him to ejaculation? A: Yes, but not with my hand. Q: How did you do it than?
A: He asked me if he could put it next to my organ. I told him I would agree to that, and I spread my legs so that his thing could rub against my genitals.
Q But you did bring him to ejaculation?
A: I told you I did! I reached something myself when he was rubbing his thing against mine!
Q: He didn't remove your undergarments, though?
A: No, I had my panties on the whole time. He finally ended up with me underneath him on the couch. He had his organ between my legs. It was sliding in and out of my thighs like crazy. He ejaculated into the crotch of my panties. Then he passed out. I was real hot. I went to the bathroom and masturbated by massage and insertion. I used a pencil for the insertion-one of those large ones-about a half-inch thick.
The girl explained how she brought herself to a full climax, and then went to sleep.
When she awakened, she heard noises coming from the bathroom which was adjacent to her own room. It separated her room from her brother's room. "I sneaked over to the bathroom door and peeped in. Danny that's my brother-had his penis out and he was really getting with it. He had on his shirt, but his trousers were down around his ankles. He was standing, and I could see the muscles of his rump, his legs and stomach tightening. I wanted to touch his prick like I had touched Daddy's!"
Barbara related that she didn't know exactly what to do. She said she was highly aroused, but she was afraid to "barge in."
"I put my hand down to my genitals," she said. "I put a finger between the lips, but I didn't put it into my hole. I kept watching him. He reached a climax. He shot it about eight or ten inches out in front of him. He looked as weak as hell after it was over, and he sat on the John for a few minutes. He was resting, I guess. Then he put his hand way down into his crotch-way down beneath his nuts-his balls. Pretty soon, he was up looked about twice as big as it had looked before!"
Q: You didn't interrupt him, then?
A: Yes, I did. I didn't do it right off, but the more I watched him, the more I wanted it. I was thinking about the time that I had seen Mother and Daddy doing it.
The more I thought about it, the worse it got. I finally dared to open the door. He looked startled when I appeared. He still had his thing in his hand, and he tried to put it away. He came up off the toilet and told me to get out of the bathroom. I didn't go, though. I asked him if I could play with him.
Q: Just like that?
A: Right, just like that! I went to him before he could say much of anything. He looked so dumbfounded that he even looked stupid. I took his thing into my hand. That was when I noticed he had some pictures in there with him. I couldn't see them before, because he had them on the floor on the other side of the commode.
The pictures that Danny had were entirely pornographic in nature Most of them depicted different versions of paraphilia (deviations).
Barbara confessed that the pictures aroused her very much, and she looked at them as she played with her brother's sexual organ.
"He still looked like he didn't know what was going on," she said. "He just stood there and let me stroke him.
"Then he started to respond to my touch. I kept it up a little longer, and then he asked me if I had ever done anything-you know, he meant to find out if I had ever had any sexual intercourse. I told him that to that date I had only played with myself, but that I wanted to do one of the things that was shown in the pictures. He asked me which picture, and I showed him one that pictured a woman on her back, with a guy between her legs. Actually, all they were doing was normal intercourse, but he had it into her like a battering ram!"
The brother made her remove her hand from his organ, and he then placed his hand beneath her dress. He began fondling her organs, and soon he had her panties off.
II
"I got onto the rim of the lavatory. I opened my legs up for him. By then he had his clothes completely off-shirt and all. He was stiff in the penis-very stiff. He told me he wouldn't hurt me, and started nuzzling the head of his thing into the lips of my pussy. I was able to get lubricated, even at that age. Besides, Daddy had gotten me hot as the mischief. I really would have rather had Daddy."
Q: You've allowed your father to have your sex then-I mean completely?
A: Yes, but that's another story. That day I didn't. I sure had my brother though! I even took his second spurt!
Of course, I knew what the girl meant by the term second spurt, but trying for a reaction, I questioned her about the meaning of the term.
She replied: "You know what I mean. You know I mean his second ejaculation. He did it inside me, too! Man, that was the first time I had ever had it inside me, and when that warm flow flooded into me, I nearly went out of my mind. I know a man can't understand what it's like to have that juice going into you-bouncing, spurting, hitting, and kissing your insides, but let me tell you something-that's a thrill that only a female can enjoy!"
Q: That was your beginning with your brother, then?
A: Right, but it wasn't my ending with him. I asked him to let me keep the pictures for a few days. He not only let me have the pictures, but he let me have some little pock-t-sized cartoon booklets that he had gotten from another boy at school. They showed people doing things.
I was really fascinated by one of the boo-k lets, that had a scene in it where the man and woman were sucking on each other's organs!
The sexy little Barbara went on to tell how she thought about oral stimulation for several days, but that she couldn't manage to be alone with her brother. Her father, obviously realizing the extreme sexual lengths to which he and the girl had gone, also made himself scarce when only he and Barbara were at home.
"I knew Daddy was avoiding me," she said. "I decided to take things into my own hands. Danny seemed to be avoiding me like the plague also. I was reading those little books, looking at the sexy pictures, and masturbating so much that I was in a state of nervous turmoil. I couldn't even concentrate on my studies at school. I kept myself so aroused that I was spending as much time in the girls' restroom playing with myself as I was in class, I think."
III
Barbara twisted nervously in her chair as she arranged her young figure into a more comfortable position. I could well imagine what she would be like in another few years. She had no choice but to develop into a voluptuous woman.
She told me she finally found an opportunity to approach her father, three days before her mother came home from the hospital.
She explained that brother Danny was once again away on an athletic trip with one of the school teams, and her father, under the stress of trying to manage the family with the wife in the hospital, had gotten drunk.
"He was loaded again!" she declared. "I was glad, though, because I knew it wouldn't be long before he asked me to sit on his lap-in his crotch. I was right, too. He took a seat in his favorite chair-one of those recliners. I had already made it a point to remove my undies. I had nothing on under my dress except my skin."
The father called his daughter to him, and asked her (through the fog of his drunken stupor) to sit upon his lap.
"I went to him," Barbara said, her sensuous young body moving unconsciously as she recounted the pitiful episode of incest. "I got onto his lap. I knew he' was going through hell, trying to be a father and a lover at the same time. He was real horny! When Mother was home, they did it at least four or five times a week. Remember, she had been in the hospital almost a week, and he wanted some sexual release real bad."
Barbara got into the man's lap, but instead of facing away from her father, she straddled his pelvic area and faced him.
"I gave him the lovingest look that I could muster," she related. "He just sat there and quivered for a few seconds. Then he returned my look with another one that 'made me think he was struggling in his own mind to not do things to me, but I had blown his mind! There wasn't anything he could do, but do something to me. I was already feeling the involuntary prodding of his rising organ as it pressed into my genital area!"
The father, Calvin, oblivious to morals or any standards of decency, reached for his trousers-fly. He unzipped it and exposed his penis.
" 'Daddy,' I said, 'I want to put my mouth on it, and I want you to put your mouth on my thing!' He looked at me strangely, but then he told me to follow him to the bedroom. I hopped off his lap as quickly as I could. I was engulfed with the thought that I was going to have done to me the things that I had seen in the small comic booklets. God, but I could hardly wait until we were naked before each other! He was staggering, but his erection was strong. I couldn't even wait until we got to the bed!
"I got onto my knees before him, and took his penis in my lips. I even licked under his nuts-his anal cheeks. I kept thinking about the pictures that I had been viewing for the past several days!"
The girl and her father got into bed, and she told me how she had lied to me at first. She admitted to this unnatural love and desire for her father. She admitted that she had even wished her mother would pass away, so that she could have a free hand with her incestuous father and perverted brother. When I questioned her about other sexual relations, she denied any that her brother did not condone. She still seemed very frightened about her father finding out about the gang-bang she had been caught in.
IV
"Daddy and I got into what they call the sixty-nine position, I had my vulva on his lips, and I had his penis in my mouth. It was trembling from the head to his nut-sack. I sucked him, but while I was doing it, I felt like one of the comic characters in the sex books that Danny had let me read. I didn't suck him to ejaculation, though. I found myself thinking about a particular position that one of the girls in the pictures had gotten into.
"I got onto my back and raised my right leg-my ankle linked over his left shoulder. That way he could really get deeply into me. And he did!
I could tell by the flamboyant vocabulary of the girl that she was indeed preoccupied with every phase of sexual activity, even calculating her words sensually. Her entire manner was indicative of a nymphomaniacal attitude regarding sex. One of the main determinants of a deviate attitude is the manner in which the subject verbalizes. The manner in which this lovely sub-teen female spoke the English language was most provocative, and indicative of a possessive sexual drive.
So, she had intercourse with her father, himself a man driven by a latent homosexual drive. He was a paedophiliac-this being a mature (?) person, physically, that is, who has the desire for sexual relations with a young child. He (or she) suffers from psychosexual infantilism.
A terrible thing about this form of paraphilia is that it is not a rare thing. It is all too prevalent. This is the type of person who will molest even strange children.
"I liked the way that the rear of my heel was pressing on his shoulder. My other leg was on the bed. His chest was at an angle to my body, and I could see his tool throbbing into me. I was all slick and shiny!"
Q: And your mother has known nothing of your father's sex relations with you?
A: No. I am going to stop it though. I am able to get pregnant now, and if I do, I surely don't want a deformed child!
Q: How long have you been able to conceive?
A: I've been menstruating for nearly three months now. This next period will be my third. I'm not scanty with the flow now, so I'm sure I can conceive. I had that session with those members of the ball team last week. I hope one of them didn't get me pregnant! I tell you though, I have got to have some kind of sex. I don't know how I'll make it if I can't get some kind of relief. I don't want it from a woman, either. I tried that with another girl-like a pair of women in one of those pictures. I got something out of it, but not like when a male does it to me! Q: A girl your own age? A: No, actually, it was with an older woman.
Q: Will you tell me about it?
As the girl went on talking, it became very obvious (that is, after several interviews) that she was a confirmed latent lesbian. Her sexual promiscuity was the result of a sexual drive for women that she had compensated for by an increased amount of sexual activity with the male of the species.
"The woman was a librarian at school," reported the girl. "She wasn't the first, but she was the one who really did it to me the way that the people in the pictures were doing it to each other."
Upon questioning the girl about "the first," I learned that the first had been a woman who had been hired to stay with her when she had a virus infection some six months prior to the interview.
V
"I had been doing things with Danny for about a week, and I came down with what they call the kissing disease-mononucleosis. Boy, but I was sick! Mother had gotten over her illness, and had taken a job to help with the hospital bill. This woman, Nellis, told Mother she would be glad to stay with me for a very small fee.
" ... After she had been coming for about a week, her hands didn't just bathe me, they paused in some of the most intimate places. Danny was down with the same infectious illness. I should have wondered why Mother didn't sense a connection between our mutual illnesses at the same time. She didn't, though!"
Q: Both of you children were down at the same time?
A: Right, but he didn't have as bad a case as I had. Nellie didn't fool around with him too much, either. She was kind to him, but that was about all that she did for him.
Q: You say she was becoming intimate with you, though?
A: Man, was she! I'll never forget the first time she touched me on my thing. She was giving me one of those sponge baths, but when her hand got into my crotch, it didn't go any farther. She got this wild look on her face and smiled down into mine. She asked me if what she was doing to me felt good. I knew that she had been trying to get up her nerve for a week. She looked like she was having an on-the-spot orgasm!
Q: Then this lesbian affair was before the one between you and the librarian?
A: Yeah, the thing with the librarian was only about three months ago. She's really cute, too. She's about twenty, or something like that. Nellie was well over forty. I know that because when I saw her sexual organs, the hair was spotted with some gray patches. God, but that woman had some pubic hair, too! It grew clear down onto the vulva, through her crotch and around the folds of her buttocks. That excited me-her hair was dense and long in her crotch. It could actually have been combed!
Q: You say she was fondling your organs?
A: Yeah, but she didn't stop there. As I told you, she exposed herself to me. She let go of my organ, and raised her dress. She was not wearing panties, and I got a full view of her organ. She told me to strip, but I only pulled up my gown. I had it way up about my chest anyway. She dropped her dress, and began sucking my nipples.
I was surprised at the increased sexual feeling I had developed in them. I really got wound up when her tongue licked my navel!
Q: You went into cunnilingus, then?
A: No. I wanted to do it to her, but we heard Danny stirring around in the bathroom. She got frightened, and stopped everything except that she did insert a finger into me and bring me to a climax. When she withdrew her hand, after my orgasm, there was an acid smell, and her finger was covered with some white looking goo! Women don't ejaculate, do they?
VI
I explained to Barbara that what she had experienced was entirely normal (she had already had a physical examination, and there was no indication of leucorrhea, a whitish discharge resulting from an infection of the internal female sexual mechanism).
I explained to Barbara that she was the possessor of a few glands that the male of the species does not have, although he has a set that serves a similar function. In the male, the lubricating gland is termed Cowper's gland, and it is responsible for the slight oozing from the head (glans) when he is erected for intercourse. In the female, the mechanism of lubrication is much more intricate. While it is not altogether controlled by the Bartholin glands, these play a major role in the female's sexual lubrication.
The Bartholin glands are situated just above the entrance to the vagina and as soon as sexual tension reaches a certain pitch, they begin to pour out a fluid which lubricates the entrance to the vagina, thus helping the penis to enter without discomfort.
I went on to explain to the girl that this (the Bartholin structure) is not the only source of female lubrication. And incidentally, the second source is still somewhat of a mystery to the medical profession. The mystery lies in the fact that although the walls of the vagina contain no secretory glands whatsoever, within fifteen to twenty seconds of the woman's becoming even ever so little sexually excited, the vaginal walls begin a secretion of their own lubricating fluid. The production of this fluid precedes the production from the Bartholin glands.
The girl listened attentively as I went on to explain things to her that her mother should have already explained, or that she should possibly have learned in school.
She was unaware of the details of the mechanism of a female's orgasm process, so I went on to tell her of that intricate anatomical procedure.
VII
When a woman "comes off" she does not, like a man, have a corresponding ejaculation. This was only discovered early in this century. Up to the time of the discovery, it was thought that women did ejaculate. What was mistaken for this was the presence of a slippery substance which is secreted by the inner membrane of the womb and flows toward the opening of the womb, closing it up like a plug.
While normally this mysterious secretion is expelled by the womb only after, the onset of menstruation, in Barbara's case, as in many women, her secretions were liberated before the onset of her periods.
At the peak of orgasm the contractions of the womb force this "plug" through the opening of the womb and into the vagina, which, already moist with the lubricating fluid, now becomes so overcharged with liquid, that not infrequently, this discharge flows outward through the swollen lips of the vagina (the vulva). The passing of this "plug" through the opening of the cervix gives the woman, or at least some women, the sensation that she is discharging something.
I pointed out to Barbara that the amount of the slippery substance varies from one female to another. In her case, the secretions from the womb were sufficient to give her the sensation of discharge (ejaculation) when she expelled it.
Barbara thanked me profusely for explaining the mechanisms of her sexual anatomy to her, and continued on with her history.
When Barbara told me about her lesbian relationship with Laura, the librarian, I was not shocked, but I did gain some valuable information about this beautiful young girl, who was obviously hypersexual.
As Barbara previously stated, she was in a condition of sexual (nervous) stimulation. She told me that she had even asked her brother for some sexual relief, but that he seemed distant. He would have absolutely nothing to do with her. He took every precaution to see that they were never really alone together. She had developed her masturbatory process to the point that she was keeping things inside of her vagina all the time.
"There was this talk at school," she said, "that the librarian was a queer. I made a distinct advance toward her. She picked up the ball right away. She asked me if I would like to go to her apartment with her. God, but she's a pretty thing! She has this raven hair. Her whole body seems to wriggle with each step she takes. She is the sexiest woman that I've ever met. She doesn't care for men, though. I know that for sure!"
Q: What happened at the apartment?
A: Before I answer that question, let me tell you about how I felt. It was the lowest time of my life. I was even crying myself to sleep, I was so upset and desiring. That was the only time in my life, up to this point, that I thought I might be a nympho-do you think I'm a nympho?
Of course it was obvious on the surface that the girl's character was nymphomaniacal. I passed off her question with another question.
Q: Tell me about the episode at the teacher's apartment.
A: Okay, if that's the way it's got to be. The first thing she did was to bathe me. She had a couple of drinks, and then she got me into a shower. She soaped me all down. I was slick as a whistle! She asked me if she could try an insertion of a bar of soap that she had. It was made in the figure of a small doll. It looked like one of those little Mexican statues that you can buy in Tijuana. It was about an inch in thickness, and about five inches-maybe six inches long. I told her that I wouldn't mind. Mind hell! I was dying for her to put her mouth to me. I wanted some real sex, not a bar of soap! But considering the situation, I would have taken anything into me!
Q: You allowed the soap insertion then?
A: Yep-sure did! I got kind of a kick out of it, too. It went in real easy. I got a little burning about the clit (clitoris), but all in all, I liked the hell out of it! That thing went in and out of me like it was made for me!
The shower was still running, and the sounds of the water combined with the things . she was doing to me brought me to a peak of passion I hadn't reached before. I've since thought about going back to her apartment, because after she finished stroking me with the soap, she got between my legs, and started sucking my organs. I got a grand thrill out of that. She was very experienced and knew exactly what she was doing. She even managed to get the tip of her tongue between my inner lips!
Q: Then you reached a full orgasm?
A: There wasn't anything else to do. I think she got her first one from sheer excitement. In about a half a minute, she started jerking all over the bottom of the tub. She stuck a finger into my rectum, and I found a new sensation. She sucked me bone-dry then we went to the bed, and she brought out some other things!
Q: What kind of things?
A: She had these artificial penises, and all sorts of things to do things to another woman with.
like Barbara's father, the woman-the librarian Laura, was a profound paedophiliac. She induced the hypersexual child to get into bed with her. But not before she had readied all her paraphiliac instruments.
"She poked a pair of panties into my pussy!" said Barbara. "I liked the slickness of the material as it went into me, but I was craving something else!"
Q: What did she do? And what were you craving?
A: I was craving some insertion, but I'll tell you what we did. Q: Go on, please.
A: As I told you, she got this pair of panties out. She started by putting her hand into them, and then rubbing my clitoris with her covered finger. Then she made an insertion of the material into me, pushing and shoving until she had my canal full of the material. Then she grabbed the part that was protruding from the lips of my organ, and jerked it outward and upward so that it touched my clitoris as she pulled it from within me. I felt; a sharp pain, but it was a pain combined with a feeling of pleasure as I came to an eruption of fluid!
Q: What did the woman do then?
A: Laura couldn't control herself. When she saw all that white lubricant that I told you came from my genitals, she went straight to it. Her mouth lapped over my parts so that I could feel her lower lip touching my buttocks and my anal area!
Q: You liked the performance of cunnilingus then?
A: Yes, I liked it very much, but not as well as I like the insertions of things into my canal (vaginal sheath)
Q: What sort of things?
A: All kinds of things. First she used an artificial penis on me. It looked just like my brother's and my Daddy's. It had the veins on the sides of it and everything. The thing was made so that even the foreskin moved backwards and forwards over the head. The head of the artificial penis was almost the color of the one that is real and hung on my father!
Q: How large was her dildo?
A: It was large enough for anyone-as a matter-of-fact, it was a bit too large for me. I was able to take it though! She seemed to know that I was prolific when it came to being lubricated. She had this strap on dildo. that fit onto her stomach like a harness on a horse. She told me to get onto my stomach, and she inserted that thing into me from the rear.
Q: You mean rectally?
A: Oh, no, I mean she went into my vagina from behind. She stroked me mightily, and told me to tickle my clitoris myself. She was holding me in the area of my hips, and pulling me farther onto her. God, but that thing was way up into me. It had to have been eight or nine inches long, and at least an inch and a half in diameter-you know, in thickness!
Q: When that was over did the two of you stop?
A: No, that was only the beginning!
Q: The fact that she was one of your school staff didn't bother Laura?
A: No, it didn't seem to bother her one iota. She did about everything to me. She even asked me if she could call a friend to come over, but I declined on that type of thing-I was afraid!
Q: And that contact with Laura, besides your contact with Nellie, was the only other lesbian episode that you have participated in?
A: Yes, sir. I don't like to do things with other females. I think it's because of my brother Danny, my father, and the other members of Danny's baseball team.
Q: Tell me about the ball team, please.
A: I will when I finish telling you about Laura. That is bothering me, having relations with another woman.
Q: Bothering you? In what way is it bothering you?
A: I don't want to be a queer. Ever since hat time, I've desired that woman. I'm afraid I am queer, but the things she did to me were marvelous!
Q: What other things did she do to you?
IX
The lovely Barbara told me how the lesbian Laura went over to a flower-vase, and took a cat-tail from the floral arrangement. She had the pseudo-virginal girl open her legs so that she could manage an insertion.
Said Barbara: "The thing was only about a half to three-quarters of an inch thick, but it must have been about a foot long. I know that when she got it all the way into me, I could feel it pressing into the lower part of my stomach!"
Of course, this was a false statement, because the inserting instrument would have had to more than a foot long to go from the outer periphery of her vulva to the lower cavity of her stomach. She probably felt that way, however, because a young girl of eleven has not too large a vaginal passage-in length, in any event.
"Laura kept prodding me with the thing," said the girl. "I think it was covered with some felt-like covering something like velveteen. She didn't even grease that thing, she just made me take it dry. I think she's one of those sadists. She seemed to want to cause me to feel pain!"
Q: Was that the only other deviation she forced you into?
A: No, not at all. As I mentioned, she was some kind of a nut-a pervert-a deviate. She made me beat her with a long leather thong that she had there in her apartment.
Q: She was a masochist, then?
A: She was a combination of a sadist and a masochist-that's what you call a person that-likes pain and degrading, isn't it?
As the girl kept telling me about her episode with Laura, I couldn't help but agree with her. From what she stated to me, I knew the librarian was a sadomasochist. She had to be one of those deviates who gain pleasure from either inflicting or receiving pain.
"I beat the hell out of her!" said Barbara. "I had her bent over a chair near her dressing-table. Every time I would hear the crack of the thong on her naked buttocks, it would be drowned out by her screams for more.
"'More!' she would scream out. 'More! More! More! Whip me! Beat me! Kill me!-I want to be torn up-I want you to kill me! Please stick the handle of the whip into me.'
"She was bleeding around her buttocks, from my flaying, when I finally rammed the end of the whip into her vaginal canal. I made no move to warn her, I only crammed the thing into her. I didn't care if she was lubricated or not. I had already gained a great measure of satisfaction, and I didn't require anything else. I was tingling with curiosity, though!"
Q: You didn't care about your partner's gratification at that point?
A: My mind wasn't on anything except getting home, so that I wouldn't be questioned. It was about five p.m. by then.
Q: You were afraid of coming home late?
A: Yes, I was. I was afraid that Daddy might be anxious about me. He had been touching me in different spots lately.
X
When I questioned the girl about the different spots her father had been finding, she mentioned? her gluteal area (anus, buttocks, perineum), and her cleavage'. She told me that her father had evidently gotten over his fear of incest, and had taken to touching her on the intimate places that abounded on her sexy young body.
"Your father and you were still doing things together? " I asked.
Her answer was that she was indeed doing things with her father-not only with her father, but her brother as well.
"Sure, I was still doing things with Daddy! I told you I had been doing things with him for a couple of years."
Q: Yes, but you didn't tell me about all of it.
A: Daddy was really passionate by then, where I was concerned. He had previously gotten to the point that he wouldn't let me be alone with him. But then, he got to wanting to put his hands onto me. He just up and started it, one day!
Q: How did that happen?
A: Mother was out of the house, and he seemed quiet. I really didn't think he would make a move toward me. I wanted him to do it, but since he had been so distant, I didn't dare make a move. He was sitting in his big chair, and I was on the long couch in the living room. I had masturbated twice that day. I was still sitting on a wet crotch!
Q: Then your father made an overture toward you-a sexual overture, that is?
A: Sure! He didn't have much choice. I had my legs open, and he couldn't help but see my genital parts. I was doing all I could to make them more viewable to him, too!
Q: You seduced him, then?
A: I wouldn't exactly call it seduction. It was more of an inducing. I made sure though, that he could see up my dress. He got out of his chair and came over to the couch.
The first thing he did was to put his hand underneath the folds of my dress. I spread my legs as wide as I could get them. I raised my right leg up until my knee was against my chest. like I told you, I was still real gooey from the previous session with Laura, and his finger went into me easily.
I put my hand onto the bulge of his stiffening prick. I didn't take it out right then. I just rubbed on it from the outside of his trousers. I guess I might have masturbated him to the point of coming off, if he hadn't asked me to follow him into the bedroom.
Q: You weren't afraid you mother might return, or that Danny would catch the two of you?
A: No, I knew Mother wouldn't be home for a couple of hours, and Danny was at ball practice-practice for a night game.
Q: Was your father drinking that evening?
A: No. He doesn't need booze to get up his nerve any more. He's becoming terribly jealous, though. I think he might go crazy if he knew about me and that bunch of teammates of Danny's.
Q: You and your father committed the act of intercourse?
A: Yes, and it was wonderful. I must be an oversexed female. I just can't seem to get enough of it! Daddy had me lie on my back, but with my feet hanging over the edge of the bed. He didn't even mention that I should suck him off. He only dropped his trousers and threw it into me. I'm not very large, as you know, and he pulled me to him, and himself into me by dragging me closer. He was gripping me about at the middle of my thighs.
Q: You mean he was allowing you to remain on the bed, but still trying for further insertion?
A: Yep, but I didn't stay on the bed. I reached my arms around his neck, and locked my legs around him. He stood up and I was hanging onto the front of him. He really got into me that way. He was into me so far, it hurt. I cried out, and he suggested another position.
Q: What sort of position did he suggest?
A: He only suggested changing positions, I was the one that created the position. I didn't exactly create it. I had found out about it in a sex book I had bought!
Barbara told me she had quite a library of sex books-books describing various positions, techniques, and deviations.
She told me she had her father get onto his back, and she took an astride position, facing him.
"I got over his penis-directly over it with the center of my crotch-my genital lips. I lowered my vagina onto his penis. Once I was onto him, and he was into me, I drew up my knees, like it said to in the book. I was actually floating on the shaft of his organ. It went in just like the book had said it would. It went way in. It hurt me as much as the other position, but I did like it had said in the book-I leaned forward, and some of the pressure was relieved. That position shortens the vagina, you know."
I knew about the position the girl was speaking of. It is indeed a position that shortens the vaginal canal. It also offers a tremendous depth of penetration into the female organs. She had obviously been studying the sex-technique books dutifully, for she was able to tell me all about the positioning of herself, and the effect that each position had on her genitals.
Something else was happening inside the girl, though. As she continued to talk, I could see a certain agitation taking place in her budding frame. She seemed to be vicariously reliving the episode. She was reaching a nervous climax of sorts, and I could well see that the interview had to be terminated-at least for that day. On the following day, she continued by stating that she had masturbated twice that day, even before coming to my office.
"I can't help myself," she confessed (and I was very much aware of the truthfulness of her statement). "I was thinking about sex all last night. Something must have gotten Mother aroused, because I heard her and Daddy doing it. I looked in on them, and I was surprised to see he had Mother in the position that he and I had used. I couldn't see her face, but I could see the roundness of her rump flattening as she sat on Daddy's penis!
"Then she leaned forward to kiss him on the chest I got a good look at the entry of his penis into her then. I wanted to touch her on the rump. The cheeks of her buttocks were enticing to me. I masturbated while watching them. Then later, after they were asleep, I went into Danny's room. Thank God, I started a new period today. Goddam, if I got pregnant I think I would just up and die!"
"You and Danny had coitus last night?" I asked.
"Yes, but it wasn't easy. I have trouble with him sometimes. He knows that what he does to me is wrong, but once I get him aroused there's no stopping him. That's how we got started on the gang-banging!" she said.
"Would you tell me about the gang-banging? How many times have you done it?"
XI
Barbara shifted her body in the chair, and told me that she had been involved in several sessions of gang-banging. She stated that she could handle as many as ten or twelve boys without any difficulty. Her brother, who will be dealt with later in the book, is definitely an incestuous latent homosexual who derives satisfaction by transference of his personality, in viewing the act of his sister in intercourse with others.
Barbara was between eleven and twelve when she had her first gang-bang. It was several months after her first coitus with her brother Danny.
"Danny had a couple of the kids over after school one day," she said. "Somehow or other, they got into Daddy's liquor. He was at work, and so was Mother. They got pretty high on the stuff. I went to my bedroom, because they didn't seem to want me around them. I could hear them horsing around and laughing, in the other part of the house.
"One of the boys was named Cleve, and the other was named Robby. Cleve was a tall boy. He was about my brother's age. So was Robby. Both of them were on the ball team with Danny. Both of them were very heavy in the genitals. I've wondered about athletes. I've wondered if all of them are heavy in the genitals."
I asked the girl if she had entered into the act of multiple coitus voluntarily, or if she was forced into it by her brother.
"I have never been forced into anything," she said. "The way this first gang-bang occurred was like this: I was in my room, as I told you. The boys were in the front of the house, laughing and playing around. I was thinking about the boy Cleve. He wasn't really a boy, because he is now about eighteen. I heard everything get quiet. I thought they had left the house, but then Danny staggered into my room. He was followed by Cleve and Robby. There was a look on Danny's face that told me he was going to have me do something!"
"Do something?"
"Yep! I knew he had something on his mind besides a second introduction.
"He came to me. I had pulled the covers up over me, and I moved my hand away from my genitals.
" 'We're going to do it to you!' he said, and he ripped the covering off me. I still had on my dress, but in my startled condition, I hadn't pulled it down.
"'Look at that!' he said to the boys. The looked too. That Cleve was about out of his mind. I could tell that by the way he was looking at me. His eyes were glued to my sexual organs. I wanted them to do things to me. And believe me, Mister, they did!"
Barbara told me how the three originally started in on her, but then after they each had had coitus with her, her brother suggested they call over some other friends.
"That Danny was really drunk!" she related. "He left me with Cleve and Robby, and he went to get some more friends!"
"What did the three of you do while Danny was gone? " I asked.
"I had let all three of them do it to me, but the only time I even approached an orgasm was when Cleve was doing it to me!
"He was a real stud. I've had him since then-a couple of times. We've also done it alone, and not with other boys around. I like it better though, when there is someone watching!"
Here is the classic exhibitionist-a person who really craves to have someone watch her (or him) engaging in sexual intercourse or some paraphilia (deviation).
"Between you and Cleve, though, what actually did you do? "
XII
The girl told me that after her brother left, she came to multiple climaxes, as Cleve and Robby both manipulated her sexually. She told me how Cleve (she called him a giant stud) asked her to perform fellatio on him.
"I loved it!" she said. "I loved the touch of the tip of my tongue on the place where the head of his penis is separated from the main spongy body. Didn't know I knew that, did you!"
The girl's dutiful study of her sex manuals had given her a considerable vocabulary-a vocabulary that she used to a great extent as she told me about the afternoon's gang-banging session.
I gave no answer to her question, but sat in awe as she told me how she and the two boys pored over her illustrated sex booklets.
"We dug into my bureau, and got out some of m little sex booklets. Cleve and Robby both removed all of their clothing, and imitating one of the couples in the pictures, we did some things together!"
Q: What kind of things did you do together?
A: I'm a little embarrassed to tell you, but I've already gone this far, so I don't see what harm there can be in going the whole route.
Q: Proceed then, if you will, please.
A: I let Cleve insert it into my rear-you know, into my rectum.
Q: This act didn't cause you to have a great deal of pain?
A: It did until I found out that lying flat on my stomach and spreading my legs, was the best way to take it!
Really, I wasn't flat on my stomach. I had a pillow underneath my bell . That raised my rear into a position where Cleve could get into place for a better insertion.
Q: Then you reached a climax from anal intercourse?
A: Yes, but I still wasn't satisfied. I could do it now if you want the truth about the situation. See, I don't have any panties on, even now, while you and I are talking. I like older men, too!
With the last remark, the over-sexed young girl flipped her dress fully up to her abdomen and fully exposed herself. She had not been telling a lie about starting a period, for even though she was unclad in the panty division, she was wearing a sanitary belt and napkin. I was shocked, startled by the action of the girl, but I made no move to appear so. I merely asked her to lower her frock. She gave me a look of something like contempt, but she did not attempt further enticement.
Q: Please, Barbara, won't you go on and tell me what happened between you, Cleve, and Robby?
A: Yes (disgustedly), I'll tell you, but I think you're a nut to have me show myself to you, and not make a move to do something to me!
Four other boys soon showed up at the house. They didn't do it to me there at home, though. It was getting pretty late by then, and Danny was afraid maybe one of the folks might come home.
Q: Where did they do it to you?
A: They told me to get into a car that one of the boys had brought. I think his name was Jerry. He looks like a pimpled pimp to me, but man, can he screw!
Q: You dressed, of course?
A: Yes, but only my dress. I left off everything else. There were eight of them all together. I got into the back seat with four of them, and the others piled in the front seat. One of the boys, a kid named Ernest, put his hand up my dress right off. Danny started unzipping the back of my dress, and before we had even gotten to the woods, he had me naked from the shoulders down, and was sucking on my breasts. My dress was like a rope as it twisted around my stomach-my waist. That Ernest fingered me until I felt the slickness of that white stuff oozing.
By the time we reached the woods, all four of them had their hands on me. All of them-each of them was doing something to me sexually. One of the boys smoked those big green cigars, and he had shoved one of those things into my vagina!
Q: You rebelled against that act':
A: No, I didn't find it too uncomfortable. They had brought Daddy's bottle-that is, what was left of it, and all of them were getting drunker. The farther we drove, the drunker and more rabid the got!
Q: They didn't get sadistic with you?
A: No, but that afternoon, I saw my first male homosexual activity!
Q: Between two of the boys on the ball team?
A: Yes, sir. It was the acts of anal intercourse, and fellatio, between a kid named Irving and another boy named Clyde. They both did things to me though, first, before they did things to each other.
Each of them had normal coitus with me. That Clyde wanted me to suck his penis, but when I saw a bunch of scaly stuff underneath the foreskin, I wouldn't. Danny got kind of mad about that, and I saw him say something to the kid, and give him back some money. That's when I realized that Danny-my own brother-was selling me to the team!
PART TWO
DANNY THE DEVIATE
I
As I have mentioned previously, the brother, Danny, did not come in during the first session of interviews, but I finally insisted that the mother bring him along.
He was eighteen at the time of the interview, and very hostile.
"Don't let either one of these cunts fool you!" he told me the moment we had met. "The old lady is friggin' a guy that cooks in the restaurant where she works. I know, because I saw them doing it one day. And that sister of mine; I don't know what she's told you, but I know that she's done things with our old man-I think that that bastard is a nut! I saw her suck him off one day. I've never said anything about it, but I saw her nibble his nuts! You'd better believe that, brother!"
An extreme amount of hostility showed in the youth's attitude. As a matter-of-fact, he was so agitated that he jumped to his feet and paced the floor as he continued with his lurid story, which is recorded in my clinical files. I offered a question, to get him started on the right track.
Q: You did prostitute your sister, though?
A: If you mean selling a little of that vicious little cunt's stuff, sure I did! She might not have told you-I'm sure she didn't, but I always let her have a little of the loot. Hell, I can take her home and screw her right now. She's a nympho-I know she's a nympho!
Q: What makes you think she's a nymphomaniac?
A: She'd screw a goddam snake! Shit, man, the first time she and I did it, it was her idea!
Danny's version of the events coincided with the statements that Barbara had made, and I had no reason to doubt either of their stories. One thing though, I was becoming apprehensive about anything that the mother had told me. She was becoming more and more of a dubious character in my estimation.
Said Danny about his mother: "I went down to get her one night at the restaurant where she works. Mom's a good looking broad. She could have any man she wanted. Why she snapped on this cat that cooks there is a mystery to me. He's hung like a growin' watermelon though. God, but he's got a long joint on his gut!"
"A man at the restaurant is having relations with your mother?" I asked.
Danny, in his belligerence, sat stoically silent in answer to my question, but after a bit of jocularity and soothing, he told me that his mother was as sexually obsessed as was his nymphomaniacal sister.
II
"Mom is as sexually crazy as my sister is!" he declared. "She won't tell you about this, but she is, anyway! I went down to get her that night. I had known she was doing things for years, but I didn't know she was doing things with another man. I had seen her sticking things into her-I had seen her cramming all sorts of things into her sexual organs, but I had no idea that she was fucking another man besides my Dad!"
Q: You actually saw her in the act?
A: Hell, yes, and if she had just screwed the guy it wouldn't have been so bad, but she was letting him do a lot of other things to her!
Q: How old were you at the time, and what exactly was the man doing to her?
A: I was sixteen-almost seventeen at the time. You have to be that old to get a driver's license.
Q: What was the man doing to your mother?
The youth told me that he always drove up to the back of the restaurant to pick up his mother. "I didn't go right in," he said. "I was going to go in, but I happened to look through the door first. All of the lights were turned off except the one over the main range and griddle. I could see pretty well, though. I could see well enough to see my mother and the cook doing things!"
"What kind of things?" I asked.
"He had her dress up above her waist. Her undergarments were wadded into a pile on the floor. They looked like a crumpled bunch of lettuce-they were an aqua color-a sort of bluish green except in the crotch."
"Why do you say, except in the crotch?"
"They were stained in the crotch-looked to me like she had bled in them. It didn't seem to be bothering the chef, though. He had her laid up on her back on the cooking-table. I guess that's what it was. It had a lot of pots and pans hanging on overhead racks."
III
Upon questioning the angry youth further, I learned that his mother had become a devotee of masturbatory techniques. She, according to him, was as much of a sexual malcontent as was the bizarre Barbara.
"I had watched Mother a lot of times," he said.
"I have seen her cram a lot of things into her pussy. One day, I even saw her shove a cucumber into her snatch. Hell, that woman is no better than the stories that she tells about me-and that sis of mine-hell, she's nothing but a screwin' bitch!"
Under the circumstances, no further questioning was necessary. The boy, Danny, had begun to pace again. He was most agitated, and seemed to want to tell me about the act of deviation between his mother and the cook at the cafe.
"I guess the old man hadn't been doing the right thing with her," he said. "I think it was because him and Barbara were doing it so much. And I don't care what she's told you, she's been doing everything to him that I can think of, for over two years. She's been doing things since the old lady went to the hospital for a hemorrhoid operation. That didn't stop that cook none, though!"
Q: What do you mean by that statement?
A: I mean exactly what I said. You should have seen what that bastard was doing to her. She was loving it, too! Hell, I know what kind of a nut she is. I've seen her wanting sex so badly that she even shoved paper into herself!
Q: But just what was the cook doing to her?
A: Like I told you, he had her on this long table. She wasn't naked, but she had her dress up, and he was face to pussy with her. I could see him eating her. Her rump was moving all across the top of the table. She would throw her legs into the air every now and again. Then I saw her say something to him. I couldn't hear because I was outside of the door looking in, but he went to a freezer box. He got out a long sausage. Goddam, but it was a real big thing!
Q: He inserted this sausage into your mother?
A: Yeah, but he warmed it first in a pan of water. He put that thing into her pussy, and his prick into her ass. They went on that way for a little while, and then I made a noise outside the door. I was wanting to get her home so that I could go out with a little gal I had been fooling with-hell, I don't even know why I'm talking to you. I got nothing to gain out of all this crap!
Q: Your mother didn't know that you had seen her and the cook?
A: I don't guess so, but she looked as flushed as hell when she heard my knock on the back door of the cafe.
Q: You took your mother home then, and have never mentioned the fact that you saw her and the cook in their act?
A: That's right, but I'll be frank with you about one thing, and that's the fact that after looking at Mom's naked butt, I was pretty horny. She's a good-lookin' broad, like I told you before. You've seen her, though.
I had to admit that his statement concerning his mother's physical charms was true, for she was a striking female. It was easy to see where the precocious young Barbara inherited her beauty and sensuality. At the time of the interviews (the first in the series) the mother was approaching forty years of age, but she scarcely looked a day over thirty. Her figure still had the lushness of a younger woman, and her complexion was creamy, in contrast to her brunette hair.
I asked Danny if he had ever had the inclination or desire to enter into any sexual relations with his mother, because after hearing his initial rendition of events, it appeared more and more that the home of these siblings was a hotbed of incestuous relations.
In reply to my question, however, Danny became still more uncommunicative. "I don't see what that's got to do with anything!" he fumed. "I thought we were here to talk about my sister! I can't see that anything between my mother and me has a thing to do with that little slut!"
But what Danny didn't understand about the psychological mechanism of repression is that the first clue any clinician notes is the inability, or refusal, of a patient to talk on a particular subject-either that, or the patient's open hostility when he/she is approached on a subject of guilt consequences. Of course, my suspicion was immediately aroused to higher pitch. It was my opinion (at that point) that all the persons involved were not telling the whole truth-they were all hiding some vital facts. I passed over the subject at that point-the subject of the boy's incestuous relations with his mother-deciding to return to it at a later date.
I phrased my next question to glean more facts about the boy's relationship with his sister, and some of his friends.
Q: It is a fact though that you did have your sister go into relations with some of your teammates?
A: Hell yes, Mr. Greene! That's a known fact. She did that a lot of times. She needs sex like it's going out of style. I caught her one day friggin' herself with the end of a johnny-mop! That gal is a sex-nut! She'll cram anything into herself. I don't know what she's told you about me and her, but just for the record, I can't get her to leave me alone. She won't screw with a rubber, either. I'm afraid that she'll end up pregnant. Well, if she does, she won't know who the daddy is! I won't either-it could be me, Dad, any of the boys on the team-hell, it could be anybody!
Q: She's that promiscuous?
A: Hell, man! I told you already that she'd fuck a snake. That gal's a friggin' sex machine!
Q: Do you and she have constant relations?
A: Hell, yes! Since Mom and Dad are both working, it means that she and I are alone together a lot. She's getting some breasts now, and she's getting some real curves. It's getting harder and harder for me to stay away from her.
Q: I don't understand. It. would appear that you are glad to see her have relations with your friends.
A: That's different. That's more of a fun type thing. It's a gasser to have a bunch of guys along with you and watch a cunt take it from everybody. Everybody laughs!
The youth told me that his sister, Barbara, was not the only young female he knew who liked gang-banging. He told me about several girls at his school, and of another female who was the cousin of the ball team's quarterback.
IV
"Lana is a great-looking broad!" Danny stated. "If there's anyone that-likes to do it as much as my sister, it's Lana. She's older than Sis, though.
She's about fifteen. She don't stop at anything. One time we got her and another girl over at Cleve's house, and about twelve of us did it to both of them. The other kid was only nine, but she agreed to do things with us if we would pay her. Cleve broke her cherry. Her name was Thelma, and she was a cute little trick.
"She was Lana's niece, I think. Anyway, Lana was keeping her for the day. Lana was a cherry too. I busted hers. Is it any wonder that I wonder about females? Hell, any of them will do anything if the situation is right!"
Danny told of how the boys, three of them in the beginning, had gone to Cleve's house after spending a Saturday morning reading paraphiliac literature that they procured at a local newsstand.
"We would have gone to my house," he said, "but Sister was there with Daddy. I knew he had been drinking, and I figured that they might be doing some sexual things. We went to Cleve's instead. He had said something about how his cousin, Lana, had been sashaying around in front of him. He said that we might be able to fool around with her even if we couldn't come right out an' screw her. I never did know why she was at his house instead of her own. Hell, it doesn't matter anymore. She does it with all of us about as much as Barbara."
"The girl was willing?" I inquired.
"She got willing. She's a doll, too-a little redhead. She's got a build on her, too-a build that would make anybody get one up!"
Danny related to me how the three boys went to Cleve's home for the express purpose of having some sex with Lana.
"We didn't know the other kid was going to be there," he said. "I thought that would blow us up when I saw the kid. Cleve didn't stop a minute though. He winked at me, and we all started laughing. Lana seemed to sense that something was going on. She wasn't wearing anything except a pair of white short-shorts and a halter that left her midriff exposed. You could see the elastic of her panties about the small of her back!"
Q: Then you three boys pressed on to your objective?
A: Yeah! Man, we really pressed on. There wasn't too much pressing necessary where Lana was concerned. I told her that I wanted a glass of milk. In the meantime, Cleve and Robby were acting like they wanted to play with the younger girl-the girl, Thelma. Lana went with me into the kitchen. Man, but the curve of her rump broke me into a nervous sweat! Her shorts were so tight that you could actually see the division of the lips of her twat. She was standing at the door of the refrigerator. She was pouring me the milk, but she knew it wasn't milk I wanted!
Q: And you say this girl was a virgin? A: Yeah, she was nothing else but a virgin!
Q: And you further say that she went with twelve of you that day?
A: Ten or twelve-hell, I can't remember every detail!
He did, though-his accounting of details was remarkable. He related to me that he reached for the girl, and acted like he was going to tickle her. She entered into a giggling session with him, and soon the tickling and horseplay was a thing of the past.
"I pulled her to me," he said. "Her eyes had fire in them. I never did drink the milk. I rammed my hand into her crotch. She was so lubricated that her panty-crotch was moist with her secretions. I came right to the point. I told her I wanted some, but she was afraid about the little girl finding out about us doing some things.
"I didn't force her though. We kissed a couple of times, and her kissing was a great action. She had evidently been smooched a lot She told me that she had never done anything though. She hadn't done much either-I know, because she bled like a stuck hog when I broke her cherry!"
V
"We went back to the other room," Danny continued, "but contrary to our thoughts about the small girl, she was in a certain kind of glory. I saw a couple of bucks that she had clutched in her hand. I also saw Cleve's exposed penis, and Thelma's hand working the hell out of it! That's when the fences came down. I grabbed Lana, and told her to come with me!"
"She no longer resisted?" I asked.
"Hell, no! She went into a bedroom with me. When we first got into the room, she looked a little doubtful, but once I started rubbing her on the breasts and butt, she responded like a champ!"
"She became willing then, right?"
Danny stated that indeed the girl had become most willing.
"I got her real hot!" he stated. "I got her so hot by tonguing her and rubbing her tits and ass that she jerked and came. I know she came. I didn't even have her clothes off, either. She popped her rocks before I got her undressed. Once I took her clothes off though, she really went nuts.
"I forced her-asked her, actually-to get onto the bed and lie on her back. She has the prettiest looking pussy that you ever saw. Her hair is almost orange on her head, and it's the same color on her pussy. I kept thinking about the way Mom's looked. Of course, Mom is a brunette!"
"Then you and she entered into the act of intercourse?"
"Yes, and it was great! I had a little trouble with my first lick, but then I plunged into her-I went in deep. She hunched up like she was in terrible agony, but then she was bumping bellies with me, and I heard a slushing sound coming from between us. She started begging me to get into her deeper. Hell, I was in as deep as I could get without crawling inside. That little Lana is a great sex partner. She locked her legs about my hips, and we got it-we got it about the same time."
The boy went on with his account of the sexual episode:
"She's a little plump," he said. "Her rump is really a little fatter than it should be, but man, she is built like something fine! She went out of her head, but I kept prodding her until she settled down. What I didn't know, though was that Cleve had called some of the other fellows over-fellows that I had done it to my sister with. I was still in the saddle, when I heard someone come into the room. I got afraid because I thought we might have been caught by Cleve's parents. That wasn't the case though. It was Cleve, Robby, the nine-year-old kid, and about four or five teammates. I could see that someone had already been into the kid-her privates were all raw looking-pink and juicy!"
"What happened then?" I asked. "Lana saw that some more fellows were entering the room. She told me to get off of her, but
Cleve told her to stay put! A couple of the boys were already undressing, and then this big linebacker tapped me on the shoulder. He asked me if he could cut in. Hell, I was fagged about that time, and I was willing for anything. Lana was ready for anything, too! She's as sexed up as my sister. She didn't even think about cleaning herself up, and brother, she was a mess, too. The sheets were ruined. They were so messed up that we had to wash them and use the dryer so they would be clean when Cleve's folks got home."
"When the other boys arrived, you all started into an orgy?" I pressed.
Danny explained to me that he didn't think the episode was an orgy. He said he considered it a simple sexual session!
"Orgy?" he said in excitement. "That wasn't any orgy! Half of the girls at school will take on a gang if they get the chance. That 9-year-old could frig like a minx!"
I questioned Danny about the youthful girl "taking on" all those boys, and he replied that she was more than pleased when she had taken some more money from the boys.
"The little cunt was a born whore!" he related to me. "She even dropped her money, she got so involved sexually. She liked it as well as anyone I've ever seen! She went down about twice-you know, she sucked off a couple of the cats!"
Danny then told me that his teammates and he had the girls go into deviate acts during brief respites when the males were recuperating.
"That little Thelma did everything we wanted. We didn't even bother to have the girls clean themselves. Cleve was the one that suggested they do it sixty-nine! They were right in the middle of that when a couple more of the boys on the ball team came in. Neither of them had had any studding yet, and both were ready. Lana was nearly out of her bleedin' mind by then, but she pushed Thelma off and spread out for some more sex. This colored boy that we have as a right end is hung like a stallion. He got to it without any coaxing. Man, did he turn her wrongside out! He threw so much meat to her that I thought she was going to gag! Goddam, but he screwed her fine!
"We've done it again-a couple of times with the kid, and also with Lana. She'll fuck at the drop of a pair of shorts!"
VI
I allowed Danny to tell me more about the sexual session with the girls, but then I asked another question about him and his mother. I was interested in that sequence, for I thought that it was one of the roots of his and his sister's paraphilia.
"Are you ready to tell me about you and your mother?" I broke in.
"I don't know how you know about us," he confessed contritely. I honest to God don't know how you know some other things, too! You got ESP or something?"
I explained to the youth that what he was speaking of (my ability to perceive things) was part of my function-my job. I tried to explain that I needed to know about those episodes in his life in order to find an answer to an otherwise unsolvable proposition.
He didn't fight me any longer about the relationship between himself and his mother. He broke down and confessed about their mutual deviatory practices.
"I might as well confess!" he admitted. "Mother and I have done something that I'm very ashamed of. Actually, we've done it a lot of times. I lied to you, sayin' that I hadn't told her that I knew about her and the cook in the restaurant. I told her about it the same night I caught the two of them doing it. I also told you I was horny as hell when I got to thinking about the sight of her snatch. I'm so ashamed! I couldn't help it though. On the way home from the restaurant, I found the odor of her exciting.
"She looked good, too. I had had a couple of drinks, and I wasn't feeling any pain. That was before I (and the gang) did things to Lana and Thelma.
"On the way home, Mom asked me to stop and let her get herself a drink. She called it a cocktail, but she took me into the joint with her. She didn't get no cocktail, she got a real slugger-but what's the sense of all this talk anyway? I can't see where my doing things with Mom has anything to do with Sis's condition!"
I tried again to explain to the boy that indeed his sister's condition was not the result of one series of episodes, but was a combination of her hereditary characteristics and conditioning. The explanation seemed to satisfy him, because he went on to tell me about the first relationship (sexually, that is) that he had had with his attractive mother.
"As I told you," he repeated again, "I was driving Mother home, and she had this drink. I had to sit with her while she had the drink, and let some bastard feel her up with his hungry hands. When she paid for the snort, I saw that her panties were still in her handbag. I got to thinking about the way her butt had looked when she was spread out on the table. I was driving and she was seated on the other side of the front seat. But not for long.
Q: Why wasn't she seated on the other side of the seat for long?
A: I told you she smelled good! The more I smelled her, the better she smelled to me. I had one of my arms up on the back of the seat, and I started telling her about how I had seen her and the cook. I said to her:
'What's wrong that you and Daddy can't get things going between the two of you again?' She opened her purse and took out a half-pint of vodka. She had herself a good slug, and then she looked as if she might cry. Instead of crying, though, she slid over to me, and talking in a babbling, rambling voice, she told me she and Daddy couldn't get along any more-that is, sexually. I asked her why she was fooling with the cook at the cafe, and she answered me by asking me if I had seen the sausage bit! I told her I had seen it all. That was when she gave in-I suppose she wanted to give in anyway! Q: What did she do?
A: She had her head on my arm, and then all at once she turned her face to mine, and asked me if we had to go straight home. I know that's why she turned me and Sis in about jigging. She's jealous of me and the kid!
Q: You think her concern for your sister is overshadowed by her jealousy of the things that she caught you and your sister doing?
A: Think, hell! I know it. She can't stand the thought. I will tell you another thing, too. I ain't doing nothing to her again!
Q: Who, your sister?
A: No, my mother-shit no! I ain't doing nothing to either one of the sluts again!
"Well," I questioned further. "Please tell me about the beginning of the relations between you and your mother."
"Might as well," said the boy. "Man, this is really a shit-fest of the first degree, ain't it!"
I didn't answer, and the boy went on to describe an orgy, the like of which I haven't heard again to this date. Not that it was so bizarre in itself as an orgy, but as an incestuous affair, it is most worthy of noting.
"Mother had asked me if we had to go straight home," he restated. "I wanted some sex pretty bad, but I didn't have any idea that she wanted to do something sexual with me!
"I told her no, though, and we drove around a little while. Soon though, she asked me if we couldn't stop. She told me she wanted to relax a little before we went home."
According to the boy's frank and candid testimony, all recorded in my clinical files, his mother (once they had parked) moved closer to him. She pulled his face to hers and placed her lips upon his. Her vibrant body squeezed next to him until he knew that she was sexually aroused, and that the restaurant chef had not done his job.
"Mom mashed me against the door!" he exclaimed. "She was like a young girl in her desire. Damn, but I'm so ashamed of myself, I don't know how to admit this stuff. She'll never tell you about it."
That was a wrong statement, as later excerpts from the mother's history will show, but the boy was never told about the statement of his mother, nor was he told about further interviews that concerned his father.
"Mom kept on kissing me and tonguing me until I was hot-real hot!" he declared. "She kept trying to force my fingers into her vagina. She actually took my hand and placed it between her legs-into her wet crotch. I told her I wanted to look at her thing. That's when she decided we should rent us a motel room."
"Then you and your mother went to a motel for the night? You didn't go home?"
A: Right, we didn't get home until almost daybreak. We had one whole night filled with sex. If she hadn't been my mother, and it wouldn't have embarrassed me, I would have gotten the ball team for her. I bet I could get a real price out of them for that screwin' bitch! Man, when it comes to friggin', she don't know nothing about quitting-she's like a female rabbit. I never knew that she was that strong for the stuff 'till that night!
Q: What took place that night?
A: I stopped about a block from the motel, and let her call a cab. She did that so we wouldn't have any trouble getting the room. I followed, but I stayed a safe distance away. I watched the cab, and the clerk that took her to the room. Once I had her room number, I parked about a block away from the motel and walked back to her room. She was really ready when I got there, too!
Q: She was already naked?
A: No, she was still dressed, but she had had a couple more drinks or so, and she had combed her hair. That was the first time I had noticed that in addition to being my mother, she was also just a woman. She looked real good! I went to her, and she hugged me tight. She was both passionate and pitiful at the same time.
Q: Pitiful? I don't understand. What do you mean?
A: Well, she was about half-assed crying at the same time she was fooling with me. And, brother, she was really fooling with me!
Q: How was she fooling with you?
A: She had hold of my genitals. She was making all kinds of noises and rubbing me in the crotch. I got a real stiff up! Mom was tonguing me and mashing her stomach against mine all the time. Pretty soon, she gasped, 'Take me, Danny! Take me, Danny!'
I took her, too! Sure, I'm ashamed of doing it to my mother, but I couldn't stand the sight of that hairy wet thing just waiting for my dick! I couldn't even wait to take her clothes off. I just laid her on the bed, flipped up her dress, and got into her on the spot!
That was only the beginning though. Man, when she popped her nuts, she went ape-shit. She started clawing and biting me. She went wild!
Q: Then you went on to other things?
A: Yes, she had me undress her. I never knew a woman could look so good and smell so good. I learned that when a woman is sexually aroused, she has a definite, distinctive odor about her. Not like Sis. She don't smell like Mom does. I love the smell of Mom!
She got onto her belly, raised her rump into the air, and told me to take her by the rectum. I couldn't though, not right then. I was weak from the tremendous session we had just had. I couldn't do a thing until she got me erected again!
Q: How did she get you excited again?
A: She started by fondling my penis. It was limp as a rag-it was softer than hell. She reached into the area under my scrotum and started pressing me between it and my ass-hole. The next thing I knew, she had her mouth on my knees, my navel, my feet, my everything! She brought me to a new erection by taking my penis into her mouth and once I was up again, she got back onto her belly, and told me to enter her rectally!
Q: And you went into that act with your mother?
A: Yes, and she reached another orgasm. After we do it though, and it still happens every time, she starts crying and saying that she is sorry for acting the way she did. Has she mentioned this stuff to you?
I told the boy that his mother had not mentioned it to me, and I even questioned myself about the propitiousness of bringing up the subject to her.
Fortunately for me, I was not the one who had to bring about the broaching of the incestuous acts, because in the following few weeks (for some reason unknown to me, to this date), the father came to visit me. How he found out about his daughter's relations with the gang-banging ball team, he related as follows:
VII
My first meeting with the girl's father was quite enlightening. He was a hopeless alcoholic at least, it seemed that way but one thing was in my favor: while under the influence of alcohol, he seemed almost proud of admitting to the incestuous escapades that had taken place between him and his daughter. Not only that but he was quite specific about telling me that he and his wife could no longer have satisfactory sexual relations. He told me he had confessed about his relationship with Barbara to his wife. He had moved out of the house. He was still seeing Barbara, though. She was visiting him frequently, and they were having coitus and other forms of sex, as they had had before.
"I can't keep away from the kid!" he admitted. "It's been that way since she was about nine!"
He admitted ruefully that he knew he was wrong, but he also admitted there was nothing he could do about the situation.
"I know something else, too," he bragged. "I know that my wife (her name was Ellen) is doing things to my son Danny! Did you know about that?"
I gave no answer, but let the man continue with his sordid relation of events that had shaped the life of his family.
I learned that he had engaged in several homosexual relations prior to his marriage. I confirmed my suspicion that he had to be a latent homosexual. I was not proud that my suspicions were confirmed, but it was a definite starting point. His coitus with his daughter was an attempt to satisfy a psychosexual infantilism that he could not satisfy in normal intercourse with a mature female.
"When I was a kid," he stated, "I used to watch my mother and father doing things. I also watched my sisters masturbate. I was the only boy in the family. I had seven sisters. All of them were older than me, and they were all pretty good looking females. One was a little scrawny, but she was the sexiest of the lot. Her rear was a little angular, but her breasts were real full. When we were growing up, Dad didn't make a lot of money, and consequently, a lot of the household space was shared by my sisters and myself. What I am trying to say is that I slept in the same room with three of the girls until I was about sixteen. The sister I have been telling you about was the youngest. She was about a year older than me, I think, thirteen months. I used to do things to her-hell, I've done things to all of them except my oldest sister, Marsha. She was nine years older than me. By the time I would have been able to really do something to her, she was married."
Frank went on to relate how his sisters would "make noises" during the night-noises that he finally figured out were sexual in character.
"I could hear them giggling during the night," he said. "But then the giggling would turn to other kinds of sounds-sighs and pleasurable sounds. I slept across the room from Una (that was his sexy sister), Ina (a girl two years older than he), and Nina (a sister three years older than he). I didn't think much about it until I was about nine, but then, I got real interested in what they were doing. I was masturbating like hell by then. My mother used to raise hell with me for mussing the bedclothes!"
"You could ejaculate at nine?"
"Yep, sure could! I couldn't get a real lot of it off, but I could get something out of it! I couldn't always ejaculate, though. Sometimes it would take me a couple of days to build up another discharge. I could always reach the sensation of orgasm, though!"
VIII
Frank went on talking, and despite the fact that I cautioned him about drinking during the interview session, he frequently produced a bottle and drank from it.
"It's the only damn way I can stand things any more!" he apologized. "I just don't seem to be able to get of f the stuff!"
There was no question that the man had an alcoholic problem, but his alcoholism was merely a symptom, and not a basic cause. His root-conflict was a problem of latent homosexuality, and an underdeveloped libido. I could not stop his slugging from his bottle, so I listened to his tale, which he related luridly.
"I had been playing asleep for some time," he told me candidly. "I was doing that so that I could watch my sisters undress. Nina already had breasts, and Ina was starting to get the first bulges. Una, though-she's my favorite-didn't have much of anything the first night I slipped into bed with them. I was between nine and ten then. She was around eleven. My oldest sister was about eighteen, and the other girls were in between that age and mine."
Frank stated that it was around ten at night when he heard noises coming from the bathroom. The three girls that slept in the room with him seemed to be asleep, so he silently sneaked to the bathroom door and peeped through the keyhole. His sister Marsha, the oldest of the girls, was seated on the commode.
"She had her hand between her legs!" he recalled. "She was mashing her fingers into herself. The lavatory was directly in front of the-commode, and she had one of her feet up on each side of it. She was wide open, and masturbating herself vigorously. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be unaware of anything except what she was doing to herself. I tried to hush my breathing so as not to be caught. As I watched her fingers tickling her genitals, I got a throbbing stiff. I started playing with my organs. Obviously she had lost her cherry because she had two or three fingers busy. I think that she had two in her, and another tickling her clitoridal area!"
Frank said that the more he watched, the more aroused he got. He explained that after his sister had fondled herself for a few more minutes, she then started making hunching movements with her buttocks, and her mouth opened, showing her tongue.
"Damn, but she was getting her gun off!" he exclaimed, and I could tell he was reliving the episode. "About then, though, the unexpected happened. Marsha was digging into herself like crazy-so much in fact that she failed to notice Claudette enter the room through the other door. Claudette was somewhere around seventeen, and she was a doll. She only had on panties-no brassiere-no nothing except panties. When she saw what Marsha was doing, she started laughing-not real loud, but a sarcastic sort of snicker. Marsha tried to conceal what she was doing, but it was useless. Her nightie was on the floor, and she was completely nude. Her face got as red as a tomato!
"Claudette said, 'At it again, huh? You're gonna finger yourself to death if you don't start letting that boy friend of yours have some of that stuff!' Marsha looked at Claudette, but Marsha didn't look afraid any longer.
" 'Why don't you help me out?' she said to Claudette. Claudette was not at all abashed by the request. 'I don't mind,' she said. 'It will cost you, though!'
" 'What will it cost?' Marsha asked, and I could tell that she was ready for anything. That was the first time I actually saw any of my sisters in a mutual sexual activity.
"Claudette told Marsha it would cost her a particular dress-a piece of lingerie or something; right now, the particular piece of apparel escapes me. Marsha agreed though, and Claudette asked Marsha what she wanted done to her. She also asked her if she was clean. Marsha told Claudette that she just wanted some loving. She told her about how she would like to be licked-to be eaten. If I remember correctly, that's the way she put it!
"Claudette told her that she would do that to her, but that she had to take a douche first. Marsha told her she had had one the previous day. That didn't satisfy Claudette, though. She made Marsha take a douche right before her. Marsha used one of those squirt-type douchers-you must be familiar with the type, it has a rubber bulb and a long black nozzle."
Frank explained that the sight of the hard rubber nozzle penetrating his sister had filled him with a sexual glee.
"God, but I wanted something!" he said. "I was afraid to go in there, though. I kept thinking about how my father's sexual organs were larger than the nozzle on the doucher. I began to wonder just how much a person could jam into a woman ! "
"What happened after your sister Marsha was finished with her douching?"
"She told Claudette she was ready."
"And Claudette performed this paraphilia on her?"
"Paraphilia, what's that?" he asked.
"The act of cunnilingus," I said.
"What is this cunnilingus?"
I explained to the man that cunnilingus is the act of a person licking, sucking, and otherwise using the mouth on a female. He had no knowledge of paraphiliac terms.
"Yes, she made Marsha repeat her promise about the dress again though, before she did it. Once Marsha had made the promise, though, Claudette kept her part of the bargain.
"She instructed Marsha to get onto the lavatory. She also instructed her to be quiet. There was no holding Marsha, though. She was gasping for breath and inhaling like she was choking even before I saw Claudette's tongue start on her!"
Q: Do you think that Claudette had done that sort of thing before?
A: She must have-she knew all about what she was doing, anyway. She started by kissing Marsha on the breasts, and worked her way down to Marsha's pussy. 'Oh hell!' Marsha cried out when Claudette's tongue started on her genital area. 'Oh, hell!' Marsha cried out again, and I knew something explosive was taking place inside her. Claudette seemed to be enjoying herself too. She literally buried her face in Marsha's crotch. I was so young that I didn't really know what the hell was going on, but I could tell it was something great when Claudette told Marsha she wanted it done to her!
Q: Then Marsha performed the act of cunnilingus on Claudette?
A: No. She would have, right then on the spot, but my other two sisters-the other two older ones, came into the bathroom. Evidently they had been awakened by the noises that Marsha and Claudette were making.
Q: Everybody was up about then?
A: Nope, the rest of the family was sleeping, but those other two sisters of mine-one sixteen and the other one fifteen, just about passed out when they saw Claudette's nose in Marsha's crotch. They were still doing it, in spite of the fact that Marsha had already popped her rocks once!
What the homosexual father meant was that Claudette could not bring herself to stop her act of cunnilingus on her sister Marsha. He told me how the other sisters-one a girl named Erin (the older girl), and another, a lusty female named Karine ,went to the sexually frenzied pair, and joined them in their activity.
IX
"Erin had on pajamas, but my sister Karine had on only a thin nightie-you know, a short gown. She was the youngest, but she was also the most rampant when the four of them got going!
"Once they all had the message (obviously the message of sexual deviation), they returned to their room. I hadn't been seen yet, so I took the opportunity to watch my four sisters-my four older sisters!
Q: What happened when they got to their bedroom?
A: I went into the bathroom, and peeped through the door into their room. The bathroom is the separating room between where I slept, and the other girls' room. By the time I got up my nerve enough to look through the second door, the girls were nude. Claudette was hot, evidently, because she had removed her underpants, and was onto another one of my sisters, Erin. Erin didn't get her climax by having her thing eaten, she got it by doing it to Claudette. Not only that, but she and the rest of the girls started fishing things out of their bureaus-bureaus hell, they only had one chest of drawers between all of them!
Q: What sort of things were they fishing for?
A: All kinds of things. They got out candles, and little plastic dolls. Karine even produced a plastic banana!
Q: They used these paraphiliac objects on each other?
A: Yes, they used them to the point that I got so aroused that I went to the other room!
Q: What did you do in the other room?
A: I didn't even go to my bed. I was much closer to my other sisters' ages, and I thought about looking at their things!
The father went on telling me about how at the age of nine he was totally aroused.
"I watched Erin, Marsha, Claudette and Karine jabbing those things in and out of each other until I couldn't stand it! All of them had hair, and the sight of their wet vulvas got me to the point that I had to do something. I had seen Nina's pussy, and I knew that she had some hair. I wanted a close look at her thing. Still, I wanted to see Una's too-I wanted to compare their things."
Upon questioning the man further, I learned he had actually gotten into the bed with his sisters. The three youthful females had been sleeping when he slid in with them, but soon, under his impassioned hands, they had become aroused.
"I didn't know how my sisters were going to take it, about my climbing into the bed with them," he said. "But it wouldn't have mattered anyway. I was really hot to fool around with their genitals.
"They were all three asleep when I climbed in with them. As I told you, we didn't have a lot of money to spare for luxuries-sometimes not even for necessities, and none of the girls were wearing nightgowns. They wore men's T-shirts on their upper torsos, and panties on their bottoms. That night, though, Nina didn't have on any panties. Poor kid, I guess she didn't have a clean pair. It was in mid-July and hot as hell. In the glow of the light coming from the slight opening in the bathroom door, I could see the hair that was just blooming on Nina's twat. I reached out and placed my hand on her stomach-actually her pubic area.
"She must have thought that it was Ina's hand, or Una's, for all I know, though she could have known that it was mine. She sort of cleared her throat, and pressed her genital area upward .At the same time, she reached over and put her hand on my organ which was still stiff. I had gotten in between her and Ina. That's the reason that I said that she must have thought that I was one of my sisters. I was wearing nothing but a pair of jockey shorts. At first, she rubbed my stomach, but then when she felt the stiffness of my organ, she jerked her hand back, and sat up in the bed."
"She didn't resist you though, you say?"
"No, I thought she was going to, but she didn't. When she saw that it was me, she reached for my organ again. She put her hand down into my shorts and started moving her hand back and forth. Then she whispered to me that we had better get onto my cot so that we wouldn't wake the others.
"We got onto my cot. She got on first and spread her legs. She raised her knees in the air. I tried to do like my father did it to Mother, but Nina said not to do it that way. She told me to lick her and to kiss her privates. Well, it came back to me the way I had seen Claudette doing it to Marsha. She appeared to have enjoyed it. I put my face into Nina's crotch. When I did, she used her hands to pull the lips of her pussy slightly apart. She maneuvered my mouth until I was onto her clitoris.
" 'Nibble right there!' she groaned. 'Suck right on that spot! I did as she instructed, and pretty soon, I was enjoying myself as much as she was."
"You ended with natural coitus, did you?" I questioned.
Before answering, Frank produced his bottle again and downed another healthy pull. Then he lit a cigarette and continued.
"Yes, I got it from her that night, but it was a little later before I did. I was still sucking on her organs when she suddenly placed her hands on my head. I could tell from the way that she did it that it was a signal for me to be still. 'Be still!' she whispered softly, but there was an urgency in her voice that made me obey!
"Then I heard the noise too. It was coming from the other side of a heavy curtain that separated the place where my folks slept, from our sleeping and living quarters.
'"Gimme a drink!' I heard the Old Man tell
Mom. I heard her fumbling around for a minute, and then I could hear a cap being unscrewed. I was as still as death. Nina's hands were still holding my head, but my mouth was still onto her crotch. I was unconsciously starting to suck on her again. In spite of the fact that we both were apprehensive, I was still aroused, and her genitals were still responding to my stimulation.
"I heard my Old Man tell my mother to get onto her back. Nina must have heard it too-she seemed to get more aroused. She removed her hands from my head. When she did, I looked up, and saw that she had raised her T-shirt, and was using her hands to massage her breasts. She was twirling her fingers about the young nipples that were beginning to grow, and mashing the teenage mounds of flesh. I went back to work on her pussy, and it wasn't very long before I felt some muscular contractions there-not just that, but she raised her organs to me, and tightened her thighs about my face.
"I felt some gooey stuff coming out of her. I sucked harder, and she moaned a couple of times. She was louder than she should have been. If the Old Man hadn't been diddling on the other side of the curtain, I know that he would have heard. I don't guess that it would have made any difference to him, though. It woke my other two sisters however, and soon, I saw a small figure standing along side the cot.
"Nina was in such pleasure that she didn't even notice that Una had come over to us. It was only seconds before Ina joined her. I got out from between Nina's legs, and sat on the side of the bed. The girls looked at each other. Nina was still on the cot with her legs spread. I took another look at her crotch. Her vulva was partially open, and I distinctly remember that her pussy didn't look too good at that moment. It was all open and gummy-looking. She made no attempt to close her legs though. The four of us remained silent, but the Old Man and Mom must have really been in the short-rows {fierce sexual agitation). We could hear the springs squeaking, and the sounds of their loving."
Q: What took place between you and your sisters at that time?
A: Ina that's the second oldest one pulled up her skirt, removed her panties, and walked up to me. She took my hand and put it onto her pussy. Hell, none of them had a cherry! My finger slid into her as easily as my tongue had gotten into Nina. I just sat on the edge of the bed, and fingered her until she seemed to have enough. I was about worn out, but I hadn't gotten off anything. I wanted some kind of relief myself.
Q: Did you get it?
A: No, not that night. We heard the old man stumbling about behind the curtain, and the girls all went to bed. I masturbated, but I wasn't able to get anything out of it. I guess it was because I was so fagged out.
Q: When did your homosexual activities commence?
A: That was later, but first, if you want all the information, let me tell you about Una and me. I should tell you about all of my sisters and me, but only two of them count-that's Una, and Claudette. I always wanted to do something to Marsha, but I never succeeded.
The man seemed eager to release himself from a feeling of guilt, so I allowed him to have another drink, flipped my recorder back on, and listened to the continuance of his incestuous tale that had terminated in the multiple and repeated violation of his daughter Barbara by the gang bangers.
"We went on to bed that night," he stated, "but the next morning, Una complained of feeling ill. I decided I would fake some illness too, so that I could stay home with her. Claudette agreed to stay with us, since Mother had to work and so did the Old Man. After everybody had left except us three, Claudette asked us kids if we wanted anything. Both of us told her we didn't need anything. She went into the kitchen and busied herself there. I was in my cot, and Una was across the room in her bed. We could see each other clearly, and she kept looking at me like she wanted me. I had an erection just thinking about the night before. I knew she was faking her illness, also!"
"How did you go about having relations, with Claudette in the apartment?" I asked.
"We were afraid to do anything at first, but then Claudette had a visitor. She was going with a guy named Willie. He worked the night shift at one of the factories. I think he and Claudette had something arranged, or else she wouldn't have volunteered to stay with us. When he arrived, she came into our room. She told us we were to stay in bed-she told us that if we were sick that we were not to come into the kitchen, that if we wanted anything we should call her."
Frank went on to tell of how the visitor offered him the opportunity to get to his sister Una.
"Both of us stayed in our beds," said Frank. "But then in a little while, I heard some giggling coming from the kitchen. So did Una. We got out of our beds and went to the kitchen door. Actually, it wasn't a door, but a curtained opening. Both of us were very quiet and we watched eagerly as Willie and Claudette engaged in sexual intercourse."
"You two actually watched them in the act?"
"Yes, Willie had her dress up, and he was fingering her in her pussy and tonguing her in the mouth. She was sitting on his lap, and he was seated in a straight-backed chair. Her panties were on the floor-they were wadded into a small cluster. I could see the whiteness of her inner thighs, and the parting of her genital lips as his fingers slid in and out of her rapidly. Her thing was shiny-it was real wet!
"He fingered her until she got a look of pain on her face. Then he stripped her completely. Her body was wonderful to look at. I turned to Una, and I could tell she was really interested in the action, because her eyes were glued to the scene."
"At that point, Una was paying no attention to you?"
"Yes, in a way. She was watching them, but she had reached over and grabbed me by my erected prick. Once, she took her eyes off them and looked at me. I knew then that she wanted me to touch her on her pussy. I reached to her and started rubbing her thing (vulva) as we kept on watching Claudette and the boy friend."
According to Frank's testimony his confession-Willie had Claudette get onto the kitchen table where he positioned her on her back. In that way their genitals were in contact.
"Willie was no midget in the dong department, either. I could see all of his organs-his nuts and all. He had his trousers dropped down to his ankles, and his buttocks were real fuzzy with hair! He had Claudette spread like a tree fork. I was looking straight into her crotch. He didn't get right into her either. He stood alongside of her and played with her genitals for a while. He had three fingers into her at one point. When he removed his hand, she grabbed for it and tried to hold it into her. He got to her then-into her crotch. He poured his meat to her. He stayed on his feet, and pulled her onto him by holding her thighs.
" 'Oh, hell!' she yelled. 'Oh, hell!', but then she gave up the ghost, and enjoyed what he was doing to her. I saw the pair literally fighting to take more of each other. At the same time, I felt Una's hand stroking me!"
"When did you and Una first enter into the act of intercourse?" I asked, lighting a cigarette.
"About an hour later, after Claudette and Willie finished. They had done everything in the book. She had sucked his penis, and he had eaten her all the way from her breasts clear down to her rear. When we (Una and I) saw him pull up his trousers, and Claudette pull down her dress, we hurried back to our beds. I was still up, and I knew that Una was excited too. They came into the room, and told us that they were going out for a little while."
"That's when you and Una got into the act of intercourse?"
"Yes. As soon as the door slammed, I locked it-Claudette had told us to do that. I knew we would have the warning sound of Claudette's key in the lock.
"When I came back from the kitchen, T went straight to Una. She was already completely naked. I could see her nipples swelling, and for the first time, I could see a little bulging in her chest area-the beginning of her breasts.
"I took off my clothes and got between her legs. She cried when Itried for an insertion. Her cherry had already been broken, but I stupidly didn't allow her enough time for natural lubrication."
I questioned Frank about his sister's loss of virginity. He told me that his sister Una was still a virgin regarding heterosexual intercourse. He explained that she said that her hymen was broken in mutual masturbatory sessions with her sisters.
He went on explaining that he had spit onto her genitals, and with this added lubrication, he had managed to penetrate her youthful sexual organs.
"Once I got that spit on there," he said, "I had no trouble getting into her organs. She reached a climax too. That was only the beginning of the day for me."
Frank stopped his confession, for that is exactly what it was, and had another drink of his alcohol. After that, he told me about how he had asked Una to perform fellatio on him, and of how later (after she returned home), he had blackmailed his 17-year-old sister Claudette into further paraphilia, by telling her that he would inform about the episode that he had witnessed in the kitchen.
"After that day," he confessed, "there was no stopping anything. I had relations with everyone except Mom and Marsha. I saw Marsha and Mom do something one day, though."
"Tell me about you and Claudette first, will you?" I asked.
"Yeah," he nodded. "I couldn't get the thought of her jerking rump and wet pussy out of my mind. I was sitting on the bed, and Una was performing fellatio on me when I heard the sound of Claudette's key in the door. Una heard it too, and tried to remove her mouth from me. I grabbed her head and held it, though. Willie wasn't with Claudette, but when she saw Una and me naked, and Una sucking me off, she acted like she was shocked.
"She said, 'What are you two doing!' I told her that we had seen her and Willie doing those things in the kitchen, and that if she didn't take off her clothes that I would tell Mom and the old man about it. She turned red in the face, but then she seemed to be considering the situation. Una's mouth was learning how to work by then, and I could feel her tongue going all around the head of my organ as I watched Claudette slowly remove her dress. She had nothing on underneath it, and as it fell to the floor, I got another glimpse of her generous build. She's still as pretty as hell, even if she has passed the change of life!"
Frank continued with his discussion of how he and Claudette entered into intercourse.
"I really didn't know if my bluff was going to work," he told me. "But it did, and there before my eyes was a sexy female. I, of course, didn't know a helluva lot about things, but I was learning fast." He had another drink and kept talking.
"Una got her mouth off of me, and Claudette got onto the bed. I got a real look at a full-grown female organ then. Claudette has a lot of hair-at least, she did then. I haven't done things with her in years. She has been married for years-has five children of her own!
"But to continue, she got onto the bed. She wasn't a bit disgusted with my proposition, either. She assumed a position with her knees pulled up to her breasts-touching her nipples. 'Go on, little man!' she said, and I found myself looking straight into the lips of her vagina. I got into her immediately. At first, she sort of giggled at the size of my penis, but then, when I got into her and started jigging, the situation changed. She dropped her legs, and spread them wider. One of her hands dropped to her pussy, and she started massaging it."
Upon questioning Frank about Una's activities during his coital session with Claudette, I found that the girl had watched initially, but then she had begun massaging Claudette's breasts.
Said Frank about that: "Una started rubbing Claudette's breasts, but then I heard Claudette ask her to kiss them and suck them. Una went right to it. Claudette responded violently to that sexual activity, and came to an immediate orgasm. I felt her vagina jerking around the erection that I had, and then her snatch got real hot and seemed to open up. Then her muscles contracted about my penis tighter than ever. It was so tight that I could hardly stroke her. I finally reached a climax. When I withdrew from her, she and Una and I got into the bed together, side by side. We used our hands to caress each other, and to fondle each other's organs. Before the day was over, I knew more about sex than most adults did!"
Q: What other deviation did you enter into?
A: Cunnilingus and all kinds of, well, anal operations.
Q: What kinds of anal operations?
Frank told how his sister, Claudette, had introduced him to anal intercourse, and eventually of how she had him commit the act first on her and then on his other sister, Una.
"We had played with each other for about two hours," he related to me, but not until he had taken another drink from his bottle. "I had shoved a lot of things into Claudette, and Una both-everything from a candle to the nozzle of Mom's douche bag. I was fascinated with the sight of their genital organs."
"How did the anal intercourse begin?" I felt that question was pertinent in finding out more facts about his homosexual attitude.
"I was stroking Claudette with a candle. I was amazed at how much of it I could get into her organ. I know that I had at least eight or nine inches into her one time. She told me that I was hurting her, but she wouldn't let me take it out of her. She would cry out, but then she would grab my hand and tell me not to remove it. Her hips were squirming all around on the bed, and her genitals were oozing with some white lubricant (see previous explanation of Bartholin glands and the plug).
"I brought her to a climax, and then she asked me if I would like to try something different. I told her that would suit me all fine. She told Una to get onto her stomach and to spread her legs. Then, Claudette greased the candle with some cold cream. She opened the cheeks of Una's rear and put the candle into her anus. Una cried out that it was hurting her, but I noticed she was not trying to get Claudette to remove the candle. I got an idea then-it was a real idea for me, since I was only nine. Claudette was on all fours between Una's legs, and stroking her in the anus with the candle. Una was definitely responding to it, too! I got behind Claudette, and tried for penis insertion. I couldn't get in, though. She left the candle in Una, and turned to me. She greased her anus with cold cream, and my penis also.
" 'Try again!' she said. 'You'll make it this time.' She got back in her all-fours position and started shoving and pulling the candle that was protruding from Una's rump. I got behind Claudette and that time, I managed to enter her anal canal!"
Frank became agitated then, and had to have another drink before he went on with his account of the morbid events of the afternoon (they had been in their sexual session for over five hours, stopping only to relieve their natural functions, which they did in the presence of each other).
"I made a full penetration of Claudette," admitted the latently faggot father. "I reached a splendid climax and ejaculated for the second time that day-a thing that I didn't think I was capable of doing. There was something about the touch of her buttocks against my stomach that brought me to new heights, though. I felt that it might be nice to have the candle stuck into me!"
"Then Claudette inserted the candle into your anus?"
"Yes, and I never forgot it. I have come to the conclusion that most people like that sort of thing-I like it, anyway! When that candle was in me, I got extremely excited and reached another orgasm."
X
After Frank told me about his action with his sisters, he went on about the relationship between his mother and his sister Marsha.
"By the time I was fifteen, I had done it with all of them except Marsha," he stated. "I still loved to have it with Una best, though. She was beautiful by then. Her age was between sixteen and seventeen, and she had lovely breasts. Una is not beautiful-never has been-but she's sexy as hell-know what I mean? "
I ignored the comment during this second interview-a second interview, because he had become so intoxicated during the first one that I had to terminate it.
"One day I returned home from school early, because of a headache. We didn't have a phone, and I had no way of letting Mom know I was coming-neither did the people at the school.
"When I got home, the door wasn't locked, so I just opened it and went in. I must have been quiet about it, because I didn't disturb Marsha and Mom in their activities."
"What were your mother and sister doing?"
"I didn't even know Mom had stayed home from work that day. I didn't know Marsha had, either. Marsha was working for a lawyer then, but she didn't contribute much to the family finances. I put my books on the kitchen table and started to the ice-box for a glass of milk, but then
I heard some noises coming from the other room. I went in there, first peeping through the dividing curtain. When I saw nobody in my sleeping area, I went on in and found that the noises were coming from the bathroom."
"This didn't surprise you?"
The man was comparatively sober during this interview, and he told me naively that there was no reason for him to be surprised about anything. I gleaned from what he said that he had never suspected his mother and Marsha of any deviate activities.
"I had learned a lot about sex by then," he told me, "but I had no idea that Mom and Marsha were doing things. Then when I looked into the bathroom though, I knew it!"
"What were the two of them doing?"
"They were in the tub together, and Marsha had this thing into Mom," he answered.
"What kind of a thing-what are you speaking of?" I asked.
"It was a bottle-not exactly a bottle-it was a plastic container for some of that hair shampoo. It was all the way into Mom, too! The water was pink, and I could see that Mom had been scratched somewhere, because the pinkness meant she was bleeding. The water was almost red from her bleeding. Did I get a shock from that!"
Again, I thought best to decline a comment. He went on explaining how the trauma of the situation made him sick.
"I got ill," he said. "The water was draining out of the tub, and Mother's bleeding was really noticeable. She couldn't comprehend things though, and neither of them knew that I was looking. They were so wrapped up in their sexual session that they were out of their heads!
"I watched as Marsha let the water disappear from the tub. When it was low enough to show Mother's genitals clearly, Marsha went down on her. She sucked Mom dry as a chip! When Marsha came up from Mom's cunt, her mouth was covered with a coating of soap. Mom was getting her rocks off, too!"
"Your mother seemed to like that?"
"Yeah, and I didn't like it! There was a teacher at school that had asked me to do some things with him. I had held out from doing it, but I decided that if everybody else was doing it, there was no reason I shouldn't do it too-I decided that what they could do was something I could do too. I liked the way the teach looked anyway!"
"Then you had a homosexual relation with the teacher?" I probed.
The faggot father-the deviated daddy-told me that he had been sickened by the sight of his mother and sister (a sister that he longed for incestuously) in their act of deviation. Incidentally, he was only looking for an excuse-a crutch that he could live with-a thing that would enable him to carry out homosexual relations without a feeling of guilt, I felt.
"Yes, I went to school the next day determined to let the man have his way. There were compensations for my action though. I got a good grade out of it. I made the honor roll in fact!"
"What happened between you and the teacher?" I asked.
"I gave him the look that he wanted-I gave him the look when I first got into class. He told me to stay after school, that he would like to talk to me about my grades."
"Under the circumstances, you did, I presume?"
"Naturally. I was so pissed off at Mom and Marsha that I would have done anything to get even with them! I still don't understand why Marsha preferred Mom to me. I know I could have satisfied Marsha better than Mom did. I could have even eaten her better than Mom did! I was even thinking about doing something to Mom, but I was afraid to try it!"
XI
The instructor indeed did things to Frank, things that shaped the youth's life, for the teacher was a confirmed homosexual-a real queer.
Frank put it this way: "Yes, I wanted him, but I didn't know it was going to be like it was. I thought I would just let him do it to me rectally-I didn't know he would require more!"
"What else did he require? "
"He jabbed me in the rectum, and I felt good about that. I wasn't prepared for his asking me to suck him off, nor was I prepared for his asking me to let him do it to me!"
"You allowed that though, you say?"
"Yes," said the deviated father, as he took another slug of his booze. "I let him do it to me. I went all the way with him. I sucked him, and he sucked me. I liked it, too. I won't give anyone an argument about that. I liked Una better, though. She was seventeen then, and had learned all the different ways to make a man sexually aroused. I don't know for sure, but I suspect she was contributing to the household finances by making a little on her back."
"But, are you as sure of this as your conversation implies?"
"I'm only sure of one thing, and that is that I know my wife has fucked that cook at the cafe. She's frigged my boy too--you know, Danny."
Again, I made no comment, for I thought it would be the wrong move to make.
Frank continued with his tale, but during the latter portion of the interview he rambled and skipped from one subject to another without warning. He would be telling of his further relations with his sister Una, and then he would switch to another episode. It finally reached a point that additional interviews with Frank could serve only to strengthen that which had been already concluded, and that was that he was a latent homosexual with a profound psychosexual infantilism.
But then something occurred that changed the entire development of the case. The entire team of gangers who had had intercourse with Barbara came down with gonorrhea. As is the case with all episodes of this sort (the tracking of venereal infected persons), all the teammates were brought into the Public Health clinic for treatment. Also, the girl Lana, and the younger girl Thelma. Finally, I found myself involved in interviewing over fifty people, one of whom was Barbara's mother, Ellen.
PART THREE
BARBARA'S BAWDY MOTHER
I
Barbara, Danny, and their father had been involved in the series of interviews for several tedious weeks, but only a court order could bring Barbara's mother in to chat with me.
Where before she had hidden things from me, now she seemed to realize that to hide things any further was foolish. The medical examination showed without doubt that she was also infected with gonorrhea. Notwithstanding the fact that she knew I had interviewed Danny, she still tried to convince me she had contracted the disease from her husband. I knew this was possible, but highly improbable since he was no longer living under the same roof with her.
She finally broke down, and confessed to having had sexual relations with her son Danny. Not only that, but she also admitted to promiscuous relations with several men besides her homosexual husband.
"When I first met Frank," she stated, "my parents told me to leave him alone. They told me he was not my type. I'm from a good family-I don't come from the trashy kind that he comes from. I don't know if he told you or not, but his sisters are all'tramps, especially that one named Una. She's about two years older than Frank, and I know she's a whore. I know for a fact that he's done things with her, because I've heard him talking about it in his sleep. I know'that Barbara and Danny get their odd sexual habits from his side of the family!"
The more I chatted with Ellen, the more convinced I was that she was a sexual psychopath. It became obvious because of her constant rationalization that she was living a in a make-believe world of chastity, wherein she was a violated woman. From her lurid testimony I learned that she was quite aggressive sexually. To understand the mechanism of her contributions to Danny's and Barbara's sexual problems, we should look at her background as we have looked at those of the others.
"I was raped when I was eleven!" she declared-a statement which was false in basic content, as the reader will see.
"I came from a good family!"-another statement which she repeated constantly.
"I was curious about sex, but what young girl isn't? I had two brothers-both a little older than I. I had one sister a year younger than me, and one two years older. My younger sister was named Jeannie, and my older sister was named April. My brother Morris, was between me and
April, and Roland, that was my older brother, was a year older than April."
The woman's paranoid tendencies caused her to be very specific-calculating as she went into great detail about the ages of her sisters and brothers, but in substance their ages were as follows at the time of her alleged rape:
Jeannie-age ten.
Ellen (the mother)-age eleven.
Morris-age twelve.
April-age thirteen.
Roland-approaching fifteen.
The more she talked to me, the more obvious it became that she was as hypersexual as was Barbara, but in the mother's case, it had been repressed for years. Several interviews were necessary before she finally talked freely, although she was still rationalizing to a great degree.
"Tell me about your early sex life," I asked this very attractive female-a woman with sexual endowments that belied her age, which was just on the younger side of forty.
"I'll tell you everything, but it's only in the interest of helping my daughter. If you think I like stripping all the wraps off my intimacies, to a stranger, you are very much mistaken!"
That statement was also false, for the woman really enjoyed herself as she went into the sordid details of her past life. Several times, she would go into fantasy-land, and I got the idea that she was making things a bit more lurid and exciting than they had actually been. But the following account is in her own words, as clinically recorded; and though the reader may find some of her words crude and unjustified, the recording of these interviews is exact and correct.
At times, another personality seemed to be trying to force itself from the woman's unconscious mind. Another person-another id-another ego trying valiantly to come out into the open.
II
"You know, my name is really Melanie," she said at the beginning of our fourth interview, after several post-hypnotic suggestions. "I really like that better than Ellen. Daddy insisted in calling me Ellen, though. I like Ellen all right, but not as well as Melanie. I told you I was about as curious as any other young girl-you know, about sex-which seems to be all you want to talk about."
I made no comment, and she shifted in her chair. She seemed to be trying to challenge me in a nebulous game of guessing. This is not rare in psychopathic cases of paraphilia, but in her case this change of pace was profound. She flitted from eagerness to hesitancy as a sparrow flits from tree to tree. She gave me a sexy smile and continued. I allowed her to speak without the interruption of questioning. The recorder reel turned:
"I started thinking about sex a lot, after I happened to see our handyman masturbating in the garage. I was about ten at the time. He didn't know I was watching. He was a colored man, about nineteen.
"I had gone to the garage to get a doll that I thought I had left in the car-one of the cars, I should say, because we had three. Daddy was a fine trial lawyer. He made a lot of money. I come from a real good family, you know!
"Usually, the garage doors were open, but that day they were closed. I heard voices coming from inside. I looked through the side window, and my heavens, but I got a surprise!
"Olin had his organ out, and he was stroking it wildly. My God, but it was huge! He could have used both hands on it, I know. The real shock I got, though, was when I saw that Morris and Roland were watching him. Both of them were laughing and giggling as the huge organ spat out its juice!
"Then I continued to watch as Roland and Morris both exposed themselves and began masturbating. I don't know if I was aroused or not-all I know is that the sight of their organs fascinated me. Roland dropped his trousers, and I could see his first cluster of pubic hair. I could see his scrotum. That time-honestly it was-was the first time I had ever seen a male sexual organ. As a matter-of-fact, I was shocked by the sight of the testicles hanging on the three fellows I"
At this point, I thought of interjecting a question, but Ellen was speaking so rapidly that I continued to listen. She told me she had gotten a funny feeling in her genital area as she watched her two brothers and the Negro gardener engage in their sexual play.
"I had touched my genitals before," she admitted, "and I had gotten a pleasurable sensation out of the touch, but as I watched them, I was getting the same feeling without touching myself!
"I watched as the gardener reached out and took Roland's penis into his hand. Roland leaned his buttocks against the fender of the car, and rested his palms there also. His penis wasn't as large as Olin's, but it was as stiff. I had a desire to touch a penis, but I'm sure you will admit this is a normal feeling in a budding young girl."
Again, I made no comment, but listened as professionally as I could. Ellen Melanie continued her ramblings. It was easy to see that she was aroused as she went on, for her glances at me were inviting, sensuous, sexual looks. Once I had to remind her that her dress was too high, and she became indignant. The fact remained, however, that she was wearing no underpants, and the effort involved in interviewing a female while looking directly at her sexual organs was too disconcerting.
"What's wrong with my legs and things!" she questioned me vehemently when I remarked about her immodesty. "I know a lot of men, and women too, who would like to see what I've shown you freely. I'll sit the way I want to sit, or you can go straight to hell!"
I repeated my request for her to stop exposing herself, and luckily, she had a change of heart. She pulled down her dress, but before she did, she took one last opportunity to expose herself. She spread her legs as wide as possible, crooking the back of one of her knees over the chair arm.
"See!" she cried out angrily. "See what you're missing! I know people-I even have people, men and women both, that would give me money to look at that!"
Then, quite huffily, she resumed her former position, covering herself somewhat. Still, several times, I found myself having to glance in the other direction to keep my thoughts on the clinical progress of the interview.
We terminated the interview shortly after that, and I didn't see her for a few days. I don't suppose she would have returned at all, had it not been for the court order.
When she did return, it seemed to me that she was under the influence of alcohol or drugs. We later detected the tell-tale signs of the habitual barbituate user. Her manner was loose, floating, as she luridly related sexual episodes that I found hard to believe. Some of this account may seem contradictory to the reader, but this writer has tried to set it down according to his clinical files. Some of the narrative was so conflicting that indeed, I wonder if even today the full truth has come out about all the participants involved.
As she continued, her words were slurred, but not to the point of misunderstanding.
"I told you I was raped!" she said. "Well, I was. I came from a good family, you know. I was raped by my two brothers and my older sister!"
I explained to Ellen that her statement was incongruous-that I didn't understand. I asked her to explain.
"It all started with April," said Ellen, as she purposely pulled her dress downward in a modest gesture-a gesture flamboyantly false.
"I was near eleven then, like I told you. I had made it a practice to educate, myself sexually. I had started spying on my brothers as they used one of our bathrooms. I would station myself outside the door of the toilet and watch them urinate and go to the pot ... oh, shit, I'm lying, lying, lying! I wanted sex-I've always wanted sex. I've had it every way possible! That's why I've worried about Barbara. I didn't really come from a family with a gardener. The Negro boy lived next door to us. My old man was as much of a lush as ever lived. Can you people help me-I'm even using drugs in an effort to get some peace! Oh, God, please help me!"
That was the first time that Ellen had ever made an effort to be truthful, and her story was highly indicative of her changeable personality.
I called in Clifton Reuther, Ph.D., a man well-acquainted with transference of personality. The next series of interviews was conducted by the two of us, along with Dr. Mary Henderson, a female psychologist. We both thought it unwise, from a professional standpoint, to be alone with the excitable Ellen. When the truth came out (if it was the truth, and we agreed that at least part of it was the truth), it was a blasphemous testimony against all the moral laws that civilization has progressed by.
IV
"The way the scene between Olin, Roland, and Morris really took place," she confessed, "was like this: I was masturbating all the time. I had ruptured my hymen with a finger by the time I was eight. I used to go to an empty shack behind the house to do it. I hadn't done anything with my brothers or sisters at that time, though I had thought about it several times. I spent a good deal of my time thinking about sex. I used to watch my brothers when they went to the pot."
Upon further questioning, the hypersexual female told of how she had seen her brothers and the man from next door, the colored man Olin, engaged in homosexual activities. Her second rendition varied considerably from the first.
"Olin had his pants dropped down," she said. "The two boys were doing a lot of different things with him!"
Q: What kind of things?
A: Roland had the man's penis in his mouth, and Morris was fondling the man's testicles.
Q: This had some effect on you?
A: Yes, I stood outside of the window and got highly aroused. I was all hot in my genital area-I had an itching in my crotch. It was a very passionate feeling.
Q: How old were you at this time?
A: I was between ten and eleven. I was pretty well developed by then. I was better developed at that age than is my daughter Barbara.
Q: What did you do when you saw your brothers in this deviate act?
A: I watched them doing some different things. Olin, the Negro man, ejaculated into Roland's mouth, but neither Roland or Morris seemed to want to stop playing around. I couldn't hear them very well, but I could see the boys talking to Olin. As I told you, Olin was around nineteen. He was a sexual stud. Honestly, he was so muscular that his whole body shone with tightness where his skin covered his frame. Olin was pulling up his trousers, and didn't seem to be paying any attention to their remarks. In another moment, he left the two of them alone in the shack and returned to his own house.
Q: Did you return to your home then?
A: No, I would have, but the boys didn't look like they were leaving. There was another window to the rear of the shack-a window covered by brush. I decided to go there to avoid any sort of detection. I could see better through there, too. I watched them talk for a moment, but then, I saw Roland hit Morris. Morris cried for an instant, but then I saw him nod his head in some gesture of agreement. I watched my youngest brother get onto the floor-he was kneeling before Roland. Then I saw Roland insert his penis into Morris' mouth. Morris reached up into Roland's crotch and began pulling on his testicles even as he was sucking on his penis. He didn't bring Roland to an ejaculation that way though. Roland seemed to be reaching for one, but then he jerked his penis from Morris's mouth, and said something to him. The boy resisted again, and Roland hit him again. I found my hand grope for my own genitals each time that Roland would force Morris into another different act!
Q: What emotion were you feeling?
A: I only knew one thing, and that was that I would have liked for someone to be doing something to me! I would have liked to have been on my hands and knees-on all fours like Roland had made Morris do. I would have loved for him to be sticking his thing into my genitals-the only thing was, he was sticking his penis into Morris's rectum. He rammed it to him, too! At the same time, I couldn't control myself. I saw an old, smooth, round piece of a used brush-handle. I reached for it, fully intending to insert it into myself. When I did, though, my head bumped the read of the shack. I shrank back from the window, but not soon enough. They knew someone was there. I ran from the shack back to the house. I was relieved that I hadn't been caught, for in their frame of mind, they might have hurt me!
Q: Did you hide?
A: I probably would have, but I was so shaken that I ran directly into April's arms. She asked me what was wrong ,and I told her about the scene. Of all things, she laughed at me. She told me there was nothing to worry about-nothing to fret about. She told me to realize that things like that went on, and to relax. I had caught her in nothing except her panties and brassiere. As she hugged me and soothed me with her words. I could feel the closeness of her moist skin touching my own. I knew I was becoming aroused again, but I couldn't tear myself away. I just stayed in her arms and let her hug me. I could feel the tips of her brassiere cups pressing against where my breasts were budding. I felt the softness of her body pressing against mine-I felt the crush of her pubic area touching my own belly!
Q: That's when you and sister April became involved in sexual relations?
A: I was saying that April and I were in an embrace-we were locked together like two peas in a pod. I could feel her hands starting to move. I just let her go ahead, loving the caress of her hands. About that time though, the boys rushed into the room. They looked as mad as they could, but both also looked embarrassed. Roland was the first to speak. 'Were you outside?' he questioned. I lied to him. I told him that I had been asleep and that I didn't feel good. I told him that I wanted him and Morris to get out of the room. I was afraid of them-why? I don't know. I was just afraid. Besides, I wanted to be left alone with April.
Ellen related how the boys told her that they had no intention of leaving. They said they wanted to wrestle. She was looking forward to being alone with her sister April, but it was no use to argue, for April, obviously in agreement with the boys, instructed the boys to stay and have some fun with the two of them.
"I hesitated, but I stayed anyway. I stayed to let April know that I had enjoyed her calming influence."
"You didn't want to stay, is that right?" asked Dr. Reuther.
"No, I was afraid," stated Ellen. "I did stay, though, as I told you. I stayed to please April. I soon was glad that I did though, because Roland came to me-I don't think April liked that a lot, but she went along with it. He raised my dress like he didn't even need permission to do so. Then he told me to remove my panties. I looked at April, and she gave me an agreeing look. I allowed Roland to strip my under-garments from me. I wasn't wearing a slip, so there was no problem in that area.
"After I had been stripped of my undies, I felt Morris unzipping my dress, and then I was naked to the buff. The boys removed their clothes, and I could see their organs clearly, not like I had seen them through the dusty window of the shack. April was getting aroused, also!"
"I wonder," questioned Dr. Henderson, "if you really were enjoying the incident?"
"I guess that there's no sense in telling any more lies about the situation. I was enjoying all of it! I was enjoying the looks that I was getting from April as much as I was enjoying the touches of my brothers' hands on my flesh!"
"No more lies then-no more subterfuge?" questioned I, perhaps more impertinently than I should have done.
"No, Doc," she said, "no more lies-no more falsities. All I want to do is to help my daughter. All I want to do is to get my family back together. I don't care if Frank is a little nuts, he has always provided for us fairly well. I know he has done things with the child, but perhaps we can find an answer! I don't guess he's any worse than I am. I'm distressed about this entire situation!"
By the child, she was referring to her mischievous daughter Barbara. The woman seemed, and actually was, concerned with the plight of her daughter. She went on with her incestuous and lustful tale of deviation and perversion.
"I did as April and the boys told me to do," said this plaintive creature. "I had never had intercourse before, but I had it that day. Roland mounted me like a buffalo mounts a nickel! He told me to spread my legs, and then he got it!
"I was frantic, not just from the new experience, but from the heat of my arousal as well! I was pierced by Roland, and then Morris tried it but failed. I hadn't counted on April's sexual desires though, nor on what was still in store for me!"
V
At this point, Dr. Reuther lighted his pipe, and puffed like an old-time steam locomotive. I thought I saw Dr. Henderson, a lovely blonde herself, grimace, but she paid attention only to the interview. Reuther asked another question: "You didn't know you were going to be subjected to the sort of thing you were subjected to? "
It was a simple question, and I was surprised at this profound psychologist asking such a question to which there was such an obvious answer, but at the time, I was a tyro-an amateur. I should have known that he was only relaxing the pitiful creature so that she could better relate to us.
The woman went on telling us about the remainder of the episode, where she was virtually deflowered-both psychologically and physically.
"Both boys had tried it on me," she said again. "Roland had done it to me fully, as I told you, and Morris had tried, but Morris had failed. Of course, there was no bleeding at all, for as I told you, I had already ruptured my hymen a couple of years before.
"The boys were getting a kick out of having me spread my legs so that they could get a better look at my genitals. As I said, April was aroused by the sight of everything, and I could see that she was undoing her brassiere. Her underpants were on the floor by her feet. She had young, beautiful breasts, and she told Roland to come and suck on them.
"He did so without hesitation. She allowed that for a moment, and then she got on the bed next to me. She spread her legs, and told Morris to suck her genitals while Roland sucked her breasts. He seemed not to wish to do it, but after Roland told him that he would hit him again, he got his face into her crotch. I watched the three of them go through the act, and April rubbed me in the crotch at the same time.
"She brought me to a full orgasm, and all of the things going on had me so aroused that. I was weak from the explosion that took place within me, both in my genitals and in my staggered brain. I was hot, and I could hear the sound of the my own voice as I gurgled out moans and sighs of passion. My life was not the same after that afternoon I"
"How did your life change?" questioned Dr. Henderson.
"After that day, my life was nothing but sex, sex, sex, and more sex," stated Ellen. "I couldn't seem to get enough of it! I was constantly requiring it. Even doing it with April and the boys, I couldn't seem to get really satisfied."
"How did you solve that problem?" I asked.
"Mainly by masturbation, but then when I became more educated sexually, I let Olin do it to me!"
"How did that take place?" Reuther questioned.
"You may find this odd, but I don't really enjoy masturbation unless I'm hiding. I like to be in seclusion-not in a clean bathroom like we had at home. I like to be some place where there is a chance of detection, but not such a chance that I could be caught. I don't understand it myself."
We understood it. Her wishing to hide while she was masturbating is a common occurrence. It is known as the love of taboo. In short, it is akin to the saying that a watermelon is always better-tasting if it is stolen from a patch. When Ellen hid to masturbate, she was reinforcing a form of psychological kleptomania.
When Ellen hid to masturbate, she had the unconscious desire to be caught. In short, she was desiring to be caught and taken against her will. She also (psychologically) was stealing her charms from imagined sexual partners.
"I was between eleven and twelve when I did it with Olin the first time. I had gone out to the shack to masturbate. I was so aroused that I could hardly catch my breath. I didn't even bother to wear my panties. I slipped them off before I left the house. Mother had this large meat basting syringe, and I had taken it from the kitchen cabinet. I was alone at home, so that made things easy. I inserted the basting syringe into my vagina, and squeezed the bulb enough so that the suction would hold it inside of me. As I walked to the shack, I got more aroused by feeling the softness of the rubber bulb causing friction between my thighs. That's normal, isn't it-you know, for a woman to be excitable on her inner thighs?"
Ellen had directed her question to Dr. Henderson, herself a most voluptuous female. Henderson replied honestly.
"I think that is perfectly normal," said our female associate clinician. "I know that i am terribly erogenous in that area myself."
I nearly fell out of my chair, and Dr. Reuther chomped on his pipe when we heard our lovely associate reply in such a manner, but then she caught herself, and though she was blushing, she returned to her most professional manner of interviewing.
"Tell me, Ellen," she asked, "do you enjoy having things inserted into your vagina?"
"Yes," replied Ellen. "I still have that basting syringe that I used that day. Of course, I don't cook with it any more, but I still keep it to do things to myself with."
Reuther broke in "But tell us what happened that day between you and the colored man."
"Oh, yes-oh, yes." Ellen went on with her fascinating tale.
"I went to the shack. I could feel the juice from my genitals flowing out of me, all around the basting bulb, and into my crotch and the area of my anus. I was wet as I could be before I got to the door of the shack. When I got to the door though, I heard slapping sounds coming from inside the place. I went to the window, and looked in. Olin was in there with about five or six other Negro boys. They were all doing it to a colored girl.
"She seemed to be about my age, but all the boys were in their late teens. I know they were approaching their twenties.
"I went to the back window, the one covered by the bushes, and watched the episode. At the same time, I stroked myself with the basting syringe!"
Asked Dr. Henderson, with a more excited look on her face than she might have had: "You enjoyed that sort of thing then-the watching of the group of men taking one woman?"
As the attractive Ellen pondered her answer, Dr. Reuther gave me a quizzical look. I knew he was thinking the same thing that I was thinking, and that was that Dr. Henderson was becoming highly excited by the relation of events. Not that she did not contribute to the sum total of testimony that we obtained, for she did; but it was more than obvious that she was highly aroused by hearing Ellen tell about her sexual experiences. She later told us that she was excited by it, and advised me that I might use the material in this book. I have for that reason used a substitute name for her.
Ellen continued by giving an answer to Dr. Henderson's question regarding her penchant for voyeurism:
"Yes," answered Ellen. "I liked what I was seeing-I liked it very much! You should have seen that deep brown organ going in and out of the girl's pink genitals-you should have seen her buttocks thrusting up to meet their strokes. They had her on a dirty old table in the middle of the room. They had a ragged quilt underneath her, and she was out of her mind with passion!"
"What did she look like?" questioned our female associate, her eyes once again taking on the fire of excitement.
"She was very pretty," Ellen said. "She was about the color of cedar-you know, sort of like an Indian-a tan girl. Olin was very dark, and the sight of his body locked sexually with hers was a sight to see. I became so excited that I reached an orgasm .That's when the fun really started!"
"What do you mean?" questioned Henderson, for Reuther and I had ceased our questioning. It was as if a rapport existed between the two women-it was as if they were speaking and comprehending a common language. Both Reuther and I knew that a bond was between them-a bond of common knowledge.
In answer to Dr. Henderson's question, Ellen replied that she heard a slurping sound come from her genitals sound so loud that it penetrated the splintered walls of the shack.
VI
"I saw a couple of the boys look up toward the window, when my thing made that noise," she said. "I didn't know whether to run or to stand still. I elected to run. It was a little late for that, though. They were out of the shack, and they had me before I could go. They took me inside. My dress was down, and they couldn't tell I had the basting syringe inside my organs. They simply thought I was a peeper!"
According to Ellen's frank confession, the boys stood her in the center of a circle, near the table where they had their original victim. The colored girl's name was Lena, and though she tried to cover herself, a sadistic boy by the name of Clark-a burly youth-told her to remain where she was. Then he looked at Ellen.
"What you doin' peepin' in here, Ofay!" he asked viciously. The term Ofay was originated in Harlem, and since has generally become used to denote a white visitor among Negroes.
Ellen was very frightened by that time, and could think of nothing to say.
"We gonna fuck you!" stated Clark. Several of the others nodded their agreement.
The huge Negro reached for the hem of Ellen's dress, and abruptly raised it to expose her. When he saw the basting syringe protruding from her genitals, he broke out in wild laughter. "Man!" he exclaimed in a jocular voice. "Look what we got here! What you doin', honey, cookin' a turkey in that pussy of yours, or just spoonin' in some lovin'? "
Ellen said she was embarrassed by the youths finding the basting syringe inserted into her. We listened, Reuther and I, but it was quite apparent that our colleague was vicariously traveling with the patient through a morass of sexual excitement.
Said Ellen: "I was so embarrassed by their finding out about my having the syringe in me, that I didn't know what to do or say! The thing I had dreamed of was happening to me, but I still was frightened. I just stood there dumbfounded as they laughed at me. The girl on the table, Lena, was laughing too, but at the same time she was holding a huge erected penis that was protruding out of one of the boys' trousers. I couldn't take my eyes off it despite my humiliation.
"I stood and let Clark pull the syringe out of me, as I watched the boy ejaculate onto the naked body of the beautiful colored girl!"
We interrupted the interview for approximately ten minutes, when Dr. Henderson begged to be excused. When she returned, she was calmer, more poised, and went on quite professionally. I got another look from Reuther, and I knew from his eyes that we both knew the woman doctor had left the room to masturbate. Ellen went on with her account of her first gang-banging not her last by any means!
She told us that the boy Clark forced her to strip and lie on the dirt floor of the shack. He was gentle enough, however, to supply her with an array of newspapers beneath her hungry body-a hungry body in spite of her embarrassment and fright.
Once she was on the papers on the floor, they each took her. Each of them in turn got between her parted legs and went the full route, ejaculating into her. When they were finished with her, they started in on the other girl. By then, though, they knew her for what she was. No longer was there any animosity between any of them. The white girl and the colored girl took all of them on twice. Ellen and Lena went into deviations with the boys, allowing them to insert both their pen-ises and various other objects into them, the least of which was the basting syringe. One of the boys had several pairs of socks in his hip pocket, and he decided that it would be fun to insert them into the ofay.
"They just kept stuffing the socks into my genitals!" continued Ellen. "I thought I would come apart, but it was fun-it really was! I was so sore and upset when we finally quit, though, that I had stomach cramps. I went to mine and April's and Jeannie's room. I got onto the bed and passed out completely. I must have been writhing and groaning when April came in, because I awakened to her touch. 'What's wrong?' she asked me, and I told her. Neither of us had any secrets by then. She was horrified, and asked me if I knew what I had done. I told her I couldn't help it.
"Then she asked me if I had had a douche, explaining that most certainly I would get pregnant from all that stuff that I had done. She asked me if any of the boys had ejaculated into me, and I had to admit they had. She took me to the bathroom immediately, and told me to get into the tub."
Both Reuther and I looked at Henderson, who was nervously patting her foot. We knew that she was going to ask a suggestive question, and she did.
"What did you and your sister get into the tub for? Did you get into the tub to have relations of some sort?" asked our agitated female colleague.
"No, that's not what we got into the tub for," replied Ellen. "That's the way it ended up, though. She put about four inches of water into the tub, but before I got into it, she inspected my genitals. I know that I looked terrible in those parts, because some of those boys were generously endowed.
"After she inspected me, she had me sit in the tub with my legs spread. She stripped and got in with me. She had a douche bag with her. She squeezed the bulb, and filled it with water from the tub. Then she inserted the nozzle into me. I could hardly stand the pain. I was really sore, in the stomach and the organs. She squeezed the bulb, and I nearly fainted. I got so sick that I almost retched. She told me that she was sorry she had to subject me to such pain, but that if I didn't do it, I would most probably end up pregnant!"
"Did you get pregnant?" questioned Dr. Henderson, a gleam in her eyes.
"No, thank God!" answered Ellen. "It was a miracle though, because I had started my periods, and I was about twelve days from my last one. That's about the time for conception, you know!"
There was no agreement from any of our group, nor was there any disagreement, and Ellen continued. First, however, Henderson excused herself a second time. She was gone that time for about twenty minutes, and we busies ourselves with papers, clinical files and the like, while we waited. Needless to say though, this time Henderson asked Ellen if she would not like to freshen up. Both of the women returned after the short respite, their faces flushed, and Henderson asked that she might be excused. Being that it was late in the day, we decided to terminate our interview, and agreed that we would resume in another week.
The following week we continued with Ellen, but the remainder of her history is inconsequential, except that she became a dedicated gang-banger. She confessed that she had gone into many homosexual sessions of gang-banging with women, as well as men. She stated she had the relations with her son, because she had not been satisfied by the restaurant chef. She begged us to take care of her daughter. She was cooperative in the next interview, and talked freely of how her sister and she engaged in lesbian activities after she had been given the douche. But, both Reuther and I could perceive that something was troubling her. At the last interview. Henderson was not present. She had given as an excuse a story that an uncle of hers was very ill.
"I'm so tired of this," said Ellen in a pitiful manner. "I'm so sorry that I came here. I'm sorry about catching the VD and all that. I'm even sorry about going to the ladies' room with that lady doctor friend of yours!"
"What do you mean? What are you trying to say?" asked Reuther, for we both knew, or at least we suspected, that something had gone on between the two females.
"I shouldn't say anything about this," said Ellen, "but it has been bothering me a great deal.
How are you people going to help me if you can't control yourselves? "
"What happened in the ladies' room?" I questioned.
"That doctor-that lady doctor-went there with me at our last interview," she explained. "While we were in there, she and I did some things!"
"What did you do!" Reuther asked.
"When we got in there, she started by being real sympathetic to me," explained Ellen. "I thought that was what it was at first; but then instead of merely soothing words, she put her hands around my shoulders. There was a look on her face that I'm all too familiar with. I know how I must look when I'm sexed-up. She looked that way.
"She was wearing that jersey dress that day, and as you know, she's terribly attractive-looking. She's got a real build on her-that blonde hair is wonderful!"
Neither Dr. Reuther nor myself could argue with her description of Dr. Henderson, who was a truly striking woman. She was twenty-seven at the time, and well proportioned to say the least. She had never been married, to our knowledge, but a lot of career women fall into that category. I knew little about her social life, and though not surprised at Ellen's remaining confession, I must admit to being appalled by the brazen actions that had manifested themselves in the restroom. Ellen went on:
"She asked me if I really had done things with women, or if I was lying," said Ellen. "I told her I was telling the truth. Then she asked me if I actually got a lot of enjoyment out of those kinds of relationships.
"I told her it depended on how I felt at the time of the encounter. She squeezed me hard, and asked me how I felt right then. Before I could answer, I felt the warmth of her stomach against mine. From that point, there was no turning back!"
"You and the doctor had some sexual relations in the restroom that day then?" Reuther questioned without hesitation, and I could tell that he was equally as shocked as I about the incident.
"Yes-oh, hell yes! When she asked me to put my hand up her dress, I couldn't resist. I suppose I was as sexed-up as she was! She wasn't wearing anything except a pair of panties, and a garter-belt underneath. Once my hand got to her crotch, I knew that we had to go all the way. She was soaking wet with juice.
"She told me to stop for a minute, and she locked the door. She thought that she was going to kiss me when she came back to me, but she didn't; she raised her dress, and removed her panties."
"What about her garter-belt?" I asked. "Didn't that bother her?"
"No, she had her panties on over it-it was one of those flimsy things anyway."
"After she removed her undergarments," asked the normally stoic Reuther, "what did the pair of you engage in?"
"She told me to remove my panties also. She told me that she wanted to kiss my genitals. I did as she said, and sat on a wash-basin with my legs spread. She began by kissing me on the inside of my thighs. 'That's what you said that you liked, isn't it?' she asked between kisses, as her mouth made its way to my privates. She brought me to an orgasm. She told me that the treatment she had given me that day was to relax me, and that I should do things like that more often!"
"I've never heard the-likes of such!" fumed the staid Reuther, completely out of character. "What other treatment did you get?"
"I performed the same act on her," said Ellen. "And believe me, when she came, she came all the way! She got a tremendous orgasm-so tremendous that she cried out. I'm surprised nobody heard us in there. When it was over, she was shaking like a leaf. Her hands were trembling so much that she could hardly get back into her panties!"
"What did you two do then?" I asked, knowing that measures would have to be taken to control Dr. Henderson.
"Nothing," replied Ellen. "She asked me to bring Barbara to her apartment, though, for personal consultation."
"Did you do that?"
"Yes, I did. I knew it was wrong, but I didn't know what else to do under the circumstances. You see, when I got home that afternoon, I caught Barbara and three boys doing it again. When I remonstrated against their behavior, she slapped me, and told me that she was going to have sex, and a lot of it-she told me that she was thinking of moving out, and going to her father's house to live. I was afraid she might become pregnant by him, so I bundled her up that very same day, and went to your lady doctor's house."
"My God!" bellowed Reuther. "My God!" he bellowed again. "Sean, I've never heard of such a thing!"
"I did wrong, didn't I?" exclaimed Ellen, as she began crying. I know that I did wrong. Oh, God, forgive me for the things we did over there!"
While the woman regained her composure, Reuther flipped the tape on our recorder so as no word would be lost. A scandal of sorts was in the making-but, scandal be damned, we had a patient at stake-a patient we might lose to the never-never land of mental aberration-the land of no return. It seemed that all our work was threatened by the indiscreet behavior of our colleague.
When Ellen had returned to some measure of composure, she went on to tell of how she and Barbara were greeted by Dr. Henderson when they arrived at the Ph.D.'s apartment.
Dr. Henderson invited them in, and had tea and cookies ready for the girl. She asked Ellen if she would care for a cocktail.
"I suppose so," Ellen replied and she was handed one that had already been prepared for her arrival.
Then, Henderson (and I must remind the reader that this is not the doctor's name) engaged the mother and daughter in conversation, questioning them as to the progress of the treatment for their venereal infections. When Henderson was assured of the fact that no infection was left, she asked Barbara how she was doing in controlling her sexual urges.
VIII
Ellen continued with her testimony, and for the record, her statements were later proved true.
When she learned that the girl Was no longer diseased, she (Henderson) asked her how she was doing with controlling her urges to have sex with more than one person.
"Barbara told her-can I tell you exactly what she said?"
"By all means!" replied the fuming Reuther.
"Well, then," said Ellen in embarrassed tones, "in reply to Dr. Henderson's question about how she was doing in controlling her sex urges, Barbara said: 'Not worth a fuck-that's a laugh, isn't it?-ha ha! Not worth a friggin' fuck!' Honestly, that's what she said. Can you imagine something like that? I'm lost in this ocean of sex-my own, hers, her father's, all the boys on the team, her brother's-my son, and not to mention that lady doctor friend of yours!"
Reuther sent for coffee, and made it a point to order black for himself. This was indeed a shocking relation of events.
Ellen sipped her coffee and continued, even to the most intimate and specific details of the afternoon at Henderson's apartment, when she and the sensuous daughter, Barbara, got their "treatments."
"After Barbara told her that she wasn't able to control her urges any more than she had been before, the doctor seemed to relax. She offered me another drink-a drink which I took," stated Ellen. "Then the doctor asked Barbara if she would like something besides tea. Barbara told her she would like a drink of wine if she had it. I was against it, but then I was not feeling too much pain, and I didn't try to stop anything."
"Then you let the doctor give Barbara a glass of wine?" I questioned, in an effort to get everything onto the tape. Reuther-the proverbial clinician-clamped his bullish jaws onto his pipe stem so hard that I thought he might chomp it off.
"Yes," Ellen confessed. "I'm ashamed to say it, but there is something about that woman that is so forceful that I can't resist her requests. When she asks a person to do something, it's not like she is asking them-it's more like she is telling them. But I don't want to make her appear so bad-I really think she helped me-I don't know about Barbara though they're still together, you know."
"Now wait," I requested. "Let's take first things first! Tell me how she helped you, and then tell us how she and Barbara are still together!"
"My God!" spat Reuther again. "My God!" But Ellen, unabashed by his display of shock, went on with her factual relation of the sordid business.
"After Barbara got her second glass of wine down, Dr. Henderson asked if we would like to get more comfortable. I really was wound up by then, because I had seen her touching Barbara in some intimate places. I became dizzy from the alcohol."
"But," I questioned her, "how has that helped you?"
"I've asked Frank to come home. I know this sort of life I've been leading is no good. I've told him everything-I've told him about everything I've ever done!"
I said nothing about her confession, to her husband. I was glad to see they were getting back together, and I always have doubted the wisdom of a full confession between mates. This sort of thing (the full confession) always leaves sparks from the past-sparks for future arguments.
"You say that Barbara is still with Dr. Henderson?" asked Reuther. "You say the girl hasn't come home? Did she leave with you that day?"
"No, I'm trying to tell you about it, if you will just listen!" begged the distraught patient before us. "I want to tell you about all of it, but I can't do it if you keep me pinned down with these questions all the time!"
Reuther apologized to Ellen and brought her a glass of water. Ellen went on with her sordid tale.
"As I told you," she said. "I became dizzy from too much to drink, I think. I don't know if the doctor had put anything into my drink or not, but I'm pretty used to strong stuff, and I've very seldom gotten that whoozed on three or four drinks-matter-of-fact, I don't even like the stuff. I only drink when I don't have pills. When I came to, I heard voices coming from another room in the apartment. I staggered to the room, and when I looked into the door, I got another shock of my life f"
"Why?" questioned Reuther, once again trying to light his awful-smelling pipe.
"Both of them were nude!" exclaimed Ellen. "Barbara's bare bottom was in plain view, and
Mary's hands were manipulating something in and out of her genitals. I couldn't see what it was, but I became aroused at the sight of Mary's rear, which was as grand-looking as Barbara's. I had a view of both of them!"
"What did you do then?" queried Reuther.
"I stood there watching as Mary-your lady friend doctor-shoved that thing into her and pulled it out of her!"
"Then you entered into these sexual gymnastics with them?"
"Yes, I was stripping even before I got to where they were. By the time I was alongside of them, I was naked-totally nude. Neither of them noticed me-Barbara was so involved in the things that they were doing-things like your doctor friend kissing her on the breasts, and kissing her on the lips, and on her navel, that she didn't even know that I was alive."
"When you got close to them, what did you do?" asked Reuther, his pipe bouncing as his mouth moved.
"I started by placing my hands on Mary's rear-I ran my fingers into the cleavage of her buttocks and onto her anal area. She didn't look at me, but she responded. She raised her rear to my pressure. At the same time, I could feel her hand searching back to me-the hand that wasn't manipulating Barbara. She made contact with my genitals, and I could feel the tickling of her fingers. She stuck her fingers into me-I mean in the vagina. She stuck them in deep! She didn't have to do much to me-I was so intensely aroused by the sight of their bodies-naked and nude, I came at once-I came so violently that I could hardly stay on my feet!"
"What was the instrument she was using on Barbara?" I questioned, and was told that it was one of the various paraphiliac instruments available to anyone through the mail-order catalogs. It was an electric vaginal vibrator. In Ellen's own words, candidly spoken, but heartbrokenly rendered, the description of the instrument was as follows:
"It was a large thing," said Ellen. "It was about an inch-and-a-half in thickness-you men call it diameter. It was long, too. It was, I would estimate, about nine inches long, and that is not counting the battery case. In a way, it looked like the electric toothbrush handles that we see today."
"I thought you said it was long and round," prompted Reuther.
"I did," said Ellen. "I don't mean the whole thing was like an electric brush-what I mean is that the handle was like an electric toothbrush. It was a great thing though-I know that, because I got it a little later!"
"She used the instrument on you, then?" questioned Reuther-a Reuther totally abashed by the thought that one of our own people had broken the code of professionalism.
"She surely did-oh, God, forgive me for doing the things I did with my daughter and that woman ! "
Dr. Reuther settled down for a bit, and his next foray into the woman's mind was sympathetic, understanding, even tolerant, and under the circumstances, I thought he was standing up well enough.
"Please, my dear," he offered. "I'm sorry if we have not been as understanding as we might have been. You must forgive us for that-after all, we're only human too."
"I'm sorry," said the woman. "I'm just upset about all this stuff-about all this crap. I just don't know how to explain things. I don't know what made us do those things we did!"
The interview became so fragmented and difficult that we had to terminate it, but later that night, I received a rather incoherent call from Dr. Henderson. I had learned earlier that afternoon that she had tendered her resignation from the clinic, saying that personal problems had made it impossible for her to continue with her work. The call did not come as a surprise, but her case was a startling commentary on insidious perversion.
PART FOUR
MARY THE MIXED-UP PSYCHOLOGIST
I
After talking with Dr. Henderson, I called Dr. Reuther. I was very upset. Mary Henderson had been out of her head with anxiety and worry. She was in a state of hysteria. Let me point out to the reader, once again, that I am using a fictitious name for this fine person who went over the edge only this one time, and who was plunged in misery over it. She is now a practicing psychologist and has helped countless persons-troubled persons who otherwise might never have been helped.
This is the most distressing portion of this book. Nothing is so painful for a professional man as to have to admit that a colleague is not holding his (or her) own. Nothing is so distressing as to have to admit a weakness within the people who were supposed to bring strength and solace to others. It must sometimes be done, however.
I drove to Reuther's home and picked him up. We went directly to Mary Henderson's apartment.
Reuther was clamping his horrible pipe between his heavy jaws, and said little on the way over. I had the intuitive feeling that he was more involved in his relationship with Mary-Dr. Henderson-than he was admitting. I never found out about that, though.
When we arrived at Mary's apartment, she was very drunk. "What the hell do you two want!" she demanded. I saw a sickish look on Reuther's face. I told her we had come in answer to her implied call for help.
"Oh that," she said. "Forget it, I'm fixing to have a ball!"
She was hysterical-not insane, but hysterical. She kept giggling until we got her seated on her couch. Finally, after we were able to quiet her down, she went on to tell us about her problem.
I might have believed what she said, had it come from the lips of a patient, but hardly from the lips of a clinician with over six years of the most arduous experience.
The more she talked, the more she sounded like poor Ellen. Her manner was that of a thoroughly distraught and emotionally upset person. We could barely understand her rambling for a full two hours, but finally, after several cups of black coffee, she was able to talk a bit more coherently.
"I don't know exactly when it started," she said, "but a person can only stay in this business so long before she becomes just like a patient! At least, I've found it so.
"I thought I was a good psychologist, but I don't think I can help anyone-ha! It doesn't look like I can help myself! Do you know what I did?"
Neither of us answered, neither Dr. Reuther or myself. We let the lovely career woman go on speaking-go on telling us about her indiscretion. Both of us were concerned, for we both knew that a report had to be made, and that her resignation had to be accepted. We both knew that either her beginning, or her end, had come.
Mary was dressed in a scanty gown when we arrived, but we managed to get her into a housecoat. When we went into her bedroom to get it, we came upon Barbara and a young man. His name was Marty. Both were nude and in a stupor. We later found that the stupor on Barbara's part was from drinking wine that Dr. Henderson had supplied, but that Marty's was from glue sniffing!
Leaving the other couple in their drugged condition, we returned to Dr. Henderson to see if we might salvage a hardworking colleague who had so many times salvaged others.
Mary continued with her dramatic and bizarre recital. "I got aroused when we were interviewing all those people who had had venereal disease,-" she stated. "I got aroused the first time with a boy named Cleve."
"I remembered Cleve from our interviews with Barbara. He was the boy who had "banged" Lana, along with the rest of his teammates. He had also had intercourse with Barbara several times.
"The first time I went to see him-rather, the first time he came to the clinic-he propositioned me. I have an honest statement to make. I never had been with a man until that time. We are all students of the sexual habits of people, and I know you will understand this. I had done things with other girls in college-all the way through my doctorate. One girl I remember in particular. She was my second roommate. She was a pretty little thing."
At this point, Mary became maudlin, almost to the point of weeping again, but she held herself in check and went on with her story. She was still rambling, but something told me she was trying to tell us the truth, and in the business of psychology, sometimes a lie is as revealing as the truth!
I found it hard to believe that such a lovely creature could be as devoid of heterosexuality, but she informed us that she had never been willing to give herself to any man, except to one who would be willing to give his all for her. She was apparently satiated with wanton sex activities about that time, for she did not seem overly nervous, not in the least.
"Well," I asked, "what happened after this boy Cleve propositioned you in the office?"
"Tell you in a minute," she slobbered, and I saw a look of profound discernment on Dr. Reuther's ashen face. "First, let me tell you about my girl friend that I had in college. She was the second roommate I had. She was a pretty little thing who came from California. She was a freshman when she was assigned to my room.
"Her name was Lila and she had the loveliest hair-it's almost like mine-at least what I mean to say is, it was almost like mine. Oh me! Oh my! Quite a difference between me now, and what I was at that time!"
The woman talking to us was nothing like the fine psychologist we had known. Her entire personality was changed-warped by her devotion to her perversion.
"I'll tell you about it, though," she said. "I'll tell you. Oh God, I have to tell someone! But doesn't one of you want some loving from me first?"
Dr. Reuther winced visibly when our female colleague asked this question. He was visibly torn to shreds by Mary's seeming lack of awareness regarding her situation. She went on though to tell us that she would like to have intercourse and all forms of deviation with either or both of us. Had I not know it was Dr. Henderson speaking, I would have thought that we were in consultation with one of our confirmed sex psychopaths, perhaps even an incurable!
II
"I was in my second year in school," said Mary. "I'd had a roommate named Minnie previously, and she was constantly engaged in some sort of torrid love affair. She sometimes wouldn't even wear panties on her dates. This sickened me. She would come in after a date, and tell me about how much love that she and her date had made. She was a typical, a classical hypersexual female!"
I saw Reuther wince again, as Mary related the sordid relationship between herself and Minnie. For the first time in our long association, I saw him at a loss for words. He didn't even take his battle-scarred pipe from his pocket. The beautiful young woman continued by telling us that Minnie was a most immodest creature.
"She never took the trouble to wear anything to cover her body when she was in the room alone with me! One night when I was awake, I watched her undress, and a funny feeling came over me. As I watched her young figure exposed from under her frock, I felt a sexual sensation in my pelvic area."
Mary rose from the couch and went to the liquor cabinet. She returned with another drink-a drink that there was no point in trying to stop her from taking.
There was no question in either of our minds-there was none in mine anyway-that we had a very disturbed female on our hands-but also, a female needing and desperately desiring help. Our friend-our associate went on with her sexual tale; she went on with it after downing her drink in one rapid gulp.
"This surprises both of you, doesn't it?" she questioned, as though she was actually wanting an answer, but before either of us could answer, she continued telling about her relationship with Minnie, and eventually told us about Lila. All the time, she was hysterical. She took a few moments to stop her laughing and giggling, and then went on.
"I got this feeling in my crotch," she said. "I had masturbated before, but only as a method of alleviating tension. That night though, I did it as a sexual stimulant. Minnie's young body was in front of me, and her skin was glistening in the glow of the light. She didn't know I was awake, and I watched as she disrobed. If she had gone directly to bed, things might have been different."
"What did she do, dear?" questioned Dr. Reuther, and then I knew that his feeling for this lovely female transcended professional bounds.
"She went into the bathroom," said Mary. "She only stayed in there a minute. When she came out, she had her purse with her. Why it was in the bathroom, I don't know, but nevertheless, she had her purse with her. She was still naked, and I saw her fishing into it."
Reuther wanted to help so badly that he could hardly contain his eagerness. He did, however, manage to direct his next question with some aplomb.
"What was she searching for, Mary?" he asked.
Mary went to the liquor cabinet again. She fixed herself another drink. We both knew she was drinking too much, but in the situation, it was worth her becoming intoxicated to get her to level with us to tell the whole truth, and nothing but the truth for neither of us wanted to see her life ruined.
Mary finally answered Reuther's question about Minnie's search through her purse.
"She got this thing out," answered Mary. "It was about the size of a banana, and was made of a shiny material. She flipped a switch on it, and I heard a humming sound. It was a vaginal vibrator. I have one of my own now, but I had no knowledge of such equipment at that time.
"I slept on the east side of the room, and she slept on the left the west side. She forgot to turn off the light in the bathroom, and I could see her clearly as she methodically placed her gown across the foot of her bed, and then went to the dresser for something to lubricate herself with."
"You watched her in the process of masturbation?" I questioned, noting that she and Dr. Reuther were looking at each other steadily.
"Yes, I watched her do that, and then well, that's the reason I decided to become a psychologist. I became fearful of my own emotions, and I wanted to know more about myself. Had that night not happened, I might have gone on into home economics."
"What did happen?" I asked dutifully, to break her momentary hesitation.
"She got onto her bed," continued Mary. "I could see everything about her- her small slim hips and slightly boyish curves. She looked like a small child. I knew better than that though. I knew she was a real sex-pot!
"She spread her left leg out until it was over the edge of the bed. Then she raised her right knee, pulling her right leg up into the air. Her hand was quick as she smeared the lubricant onto her genital area. As I said, I had this funny feeling. As I watched, I was overcome with the desire to be with her."
"You mean sexually? " I asked.
"Yes Oh, God yes!" replied Mary. "I'm so ashamed to be the way I am! I'm wanting something right now!"
"You had a homosexual experience then?" questioned Reuther.
"Yes, I did." replied Mary.
"I made a noise like I was clearing my throat. When I did, my roommate hesitated for a moment and looked over at me. I thought she might be startled, but she only smiled. She didn't even make an attempt to bring her legs together. She seemed to know I was aroused.
"She kept looking at me, still saying nothing, but she waved me over to her. I was like a robot. I had never before had such a desire."
"What did the two of you do, Mary?" I asked.
"When I was standing next to her bed, she told me to open the bathroom door so that we could see each other. I really got aroused when I saw the lushness of her breasts and pubic hair. I could see where she had lubricated her vulva and vagina. She asked me if I wanted to do some things with her. I nodded dumbly. I couldn't seem to tear my eyes from her!
" 'Then take off your clothes and watch me first,' she instructed. As I was removing my pajamas, she began her insertion of the strange instrument. It looked for all the world like a huge, erected penis. I watched her insert it to the hilt. The control portion was sticking out of her, and she flipped the switch. I heard the humming sound, and I could see the thing doing its job. It began vibrating rapidly, and she commenced stroking herself with it. Her eyes closed and she began undulating her buttocks. She had a look of extreme ecstasy on her face. Then she opened her eyes and smiled up at me.
"She removed her hand from the vaginal stimulator, and told me to stroke her. I flung myself to the task, kissing her on the breasts, and taking the vibrator in my left hand. She reached her climax very quickly almost abruptly. I could feel contractions in my own genitalia. I was not at the peak of orgasm, but the excitement of what we were doing was causing me to reach for it."
"What did you and Minnie do after that initial flurry?" prompted Reuther, at last becoming stoic enough to fire up his pipe.
"I wouldn't allow her to insert anything into me," said Mary. "But I got onto my back and spread my legs so that she could kiss my genitals, and stimulate me by clitoridal massaging."
"Was she able to bring you to orgasm that way?"
"Yes, and it was the best orgasm I had ever had. As I told you, I had masturbated, but I had never done anything with another person. I had never allowed a boy to touch my breasts or my genitalia. I never did, until we started this last series of interviews.
"That was all we did that night, and the next morning I felt so guilty about the incident that I put in for a transfer of rooms. I was granted the transfer also a curriculum change so that I could go into abnormal psychology. I thought that by studying sex aberrations, I might find out what forces had driven me to allow myself to be drawn into a homosexual relationship, when I wouldn't permit myself to indulge in heterosexual relations."
"You are around twenty-eight now, aren't you, Mary?" asked Reuther.
"Yes, I'll be twenty-nine on my next birthday."
"And, you never engaged in any sexual relations after that, until you got involved in our interviews with these pluralists?"
"I had that affair with Lila, that I mentioned before."
"I thought the girl's name was Minnie," said Reuther.
"No," stated Mary. "Minnie was the first one, but that wasn't an affair; that was only a sexual flurry."
"I see," nodded Reuther. "Please tell us about this affair between you and Lila."
"She was a beautiful girl," related Mary. "She was petite, and built like a miniature goddess. I had her as my roommate all through my second year, and until I received my undergraduate degree. I had been thinking about sex almost constantly I suppose she had also, because we hadn't roomed together over a week when she asked me what I thought about virginity. I told her I was still a virgin God, as we talked I could hardly keep from reaching for her to clutch her young body to mine to feel her hands on me to feel the pressure of our abdominal areas touching, mashing each other, and warming each other!"
"I kept my distance though. I wanted her, I've admitted that, but I didn't want to get into another homosexual session. I still felt guilty about the one with Minnie.
"I explained to Lila that I intended to keep my virginity intact until I was married. She asked me then, what was a girl to do to release her sexual tensions? I was feeling like a grand and great psychologist by then. Ha! I had been through General Psychology I was really qualified, wasn't I."
"What did you tell her?"
"I asked her if she had ever practiced masturbation, and she replied that she had, but that it left her cold, and devoid of any release. She told me she had only found sexual relief one time, and that was when she and another girl had mutually masturbated. God, but is all this necessary? Hell, just lock me up! Put me away!"
"Put you away for what?" asked Reuther in a professional manner, for now the clinician was on the track of a patient needing help. "Putting you away, as you call it, is totally unnecessary. You simply were overcome by repressed sexual desires. You've studied and observed, Mary, you know about the forces and tugs that can sometimes make us all do aberrated things.
"Please just tell us about your relationship with Lila. We can help you, that is if you sincerely wish to be helped."
"Of course I do," was her reply. She mustered up a wry laugh, dredged from the remnants of her sense of humor. "Well, here goes!" she said, as she held a glass of brandy aloft. After her mock toast, Mary downed the glass of brandy, and went on.
"Lila had told me," said Mary, "that the only time she had reached an orgasm a satisfactory orgasm was when she and another girl had mutually masturbated. I don't know if it was done on purpose, but she was sitting on her bed in such a way that I could catch glimpses of her genitals. As we talked, I became tremendously aroused. I was finding the same old quickening in my genitals! The more we talked, the worse it became, and soon, I knew that I was lubricating.
"I finally asked her how strong her sexual drive was, and she told me that it was overwhelming at times. She told me that she wanted to retain her virginity for the man that she would some day marry. She told me that she was going to have to figure out some way to repress to release her sexual urges, because if she didn't, she was going out of her mind!"
"Did you advise her about that?"
"I could hardly breathe, I was so aroused!" declared Mary. "She was shifting about on her bed, and each time she did, I got another glimpse of her organs, and felt contractions start in mine. She noticed I was looking at her, and asked me what the matter was. I couldn't think of anything to say, but that didn't alter our progress.
"She kept up a running conversation about sex, and sexual activities. She asked me if I thought that it was wrong for two girls our age to engage in sexual activities to release ourselves, and protect our virginity. I told her that it depended on the circumstances.
" 'Ho hum,' she said. 'I think I'll go to bed.' I was so hot that I didn't know what to do!"
"But you did something, didn't you?" questioned the probing Reuther.
"Yes," answered Mary. "I sat and watched as she got off the bed and stretched. She threw her arms behind her head and yawned. I could see the tightness of her blouse pressing against her breasts--breasts that I had been longing to touch to kiss to caress. They were like mounds of sex as they pushed against the cotton blouse.
"We usually had been undressing in the bathroom, for the sake of propriety, but that day, she said, 'You don't mind if I change in here do you? It's terribly stuffy in that little bathroom.'
"I told her that I didn't mind in the least, and she slowly disrobed before me. 'I think that I'll sleep naked tonight!' she remarked when she was naked, and her body was a like a symbol of Aphrodite. I reached the beginning of an orgasm, but I watched without getting up."
"The girl stripped before you? Did you go directly to bed?"
"No," replied Mary. "She had a nightly habit of doing some exercises, and she started doing them. She was completely nude, and she turned her back to me. She started out by touching her toes. Her legs were spread apart, and as she would bend to touch her feet, I could see the thatch of hair surrounding her vulva. I watched her for a little while, but then she turned to me. 'Guess I'll go to bed,' she said. And then most matter-of-factly she added, 'Why don't you join me?'
"I knew that we had talked of some most intimate things, but I hadn't counted on her being so blatant about such a thing."
"What did you do?" I questioned, though I knew what the answer would be before it was given.
"I told her I would do anything she wanted. She came over to me and reached beneath my armpits. She pulled me up out of the chair and pressed herself tightly against my body. At the same time, I felt the touch of her lips on mine, and the light probing of her tongue. She was passionate when it came to sex, but she never once became rabid."
"But you say the two of you had relations?" Reuther questioned, and I could tell he was making mental notes to accompany the ones that I was taking down on my portable recorder a machine that no psychologist can be without.
"Yes, we had relations," replied Mary. "It was wonderful, too! As she kissed me, I felt her hands searching for the erogenous area of my buttocks. I felt her pulling my cheeks apart, and though I was still fully clothed, my mind was free of encumbrances. I felt alive, marvelous, and like a floating cloud. It was only moments before I felt her hands reaching for the snap of my skirt, and then I felt it fall to the floor. Next her hands deftly found their way to my brassiere snap. She unsnapped that before she flipped the shoulder loops of my slip over my shoulders. Then we were pressing our breasts together. And then I felt her hands traveling down the small of my back and into the rear of my panties. I couldn't bear it I dropped to my knees and began kissing her on the pubic hair. I was exploding with desire and need."
"That was the culmination of your sexual act?"
"No, that was the beginning! We performed mutual cunnilingus on each other. We experimented with anal stimulation and analingus. I don't know what got into us that night, but we both went to bed satisfied. The next morning I felt no guilt about the session with Lila. I had an early class, and I was up first. We had slept together that night, in each other's arms. As I look back on it, I can still feel the tenderness that I felt for her as I kissed her sleeping form."
"You say this relationship went on for the remainder of your undergraduate study?"
"Yes, and at one time we even thought of never marrying, but staying together. I really think that we were in love. We bought all manner of contrivances, and did all sorts of things together. We ruptured each other's hymens with an artificial penis that we bought together. I came into a little money and bought each of us a thing that used two small batteries, and could be completely inserted into the vagina. You simply screwed the battery cap onto it, and inserted it into the vagina. It would vibrate magnificently for about four hours. No one could tell that you had anything inside of you. I used to wear mine a lot of the time. I have even worn it at the clinic. I have experienced orgasms constantly while at work. I know that this is a shocking thing to tell you two, but it's the truth!"
"What caused the two of you to split up?" asked Reuther.
"It was a horrible thing!" stated Mary. "Lila was killed in a plane crash in her senior year. I nearly died."
"After that, you went on to other means of sexual gratification? "
"I let a woman professor do some things to me, but I thought I had my sex desires conquered until I started on this last series of interviews."
"You say it began with this youth, Cleve, propositioning you?"
"Yes," said Mary, her body shifting beneath the folds of the housecoat that we had managed to get her into. It was probably the first time I had seen her as a woman, and not as an associate, and I had to admit to myself that she was a luscious female.
"What exactly did he say to you?" questioned Reuther, as he re-lit his furnace of a pipe.
"It was during the second interview I had with him," stated Mary. "I knew he was highly sexed, and I should not have been alone with him, but he had aroused he and the other interviewees had aroused some long dormant feelings in me especially the girl, Barbara."
"Yes, I know," stated Reuther, a bit more astringently then he should have. "She's asleep in the next room with a man."
"I thought that he had gone," said Mary, as she poured herself another snifter of brandy. "His name is Marty, and he's one of the boys that Cleve had do the things to me."
"You were willing to do the things, as you term them?" asked Reuther.
"More than willing!" stated Mary. "That boy, Cleve, got me so aroused in my office that when he suggested that I join him later, I agreed to do it!"
"You weren't afraid of his venereal infection?" I asked.
"To tell you the truth," said Mary. "I didn't even consider it. He was aggressive as could be. He was seated in the interviewing chair,, and then he started coming toward me. I had been considering his virile physique, and for the first time in years, I had masturbated in a fantasy, thinking about him. I had my vibrator inserted into me, and the tickling it was doing to my vagina, combined with his sexy stare, was driving me crazy."
"Then, you let this man make an overture to you in your office?"
"Yes, I did. As you know, in this profession, overtures are made to a psychologist all the time, but when he came to me, I couldn't help myself. 'Touch it!' he said, and I could see the stiffening of his erection. I told him to sit down, but I knew that I was too aroused to resist him. 'Touch it, goddam you!' he said, and I did. I could feel the heat of his penis, and though I had never had a man, I was suddenly desirous of one and believe me, he's all man, even if he is still in his teens! I agreed to meet him later that day after I got off from work. I know it was wrong, but I just couldn't help it. I told myself that I was doing it as a form of research, but I knew that I was lying to myself I knew that I wanted to sexually do things to him. I gave him the address of my apartment, and he left the clinic."
"What did you think about the chances of his keeping the engagement with you?" questioned Reuther, and I felt his sarcasm was a bit too caustic, for the girl a girl that had worked faithfully with us for over four years.
"I felt he would be there," she confessed. "I felt it so strongly that when I got home, I tidied up the apartment, and got into a lounging robe. I didn't bother to wear anything underneath. That was wrong too, but by then, I had only one thing on my mind, and that was having some sex with that young man!"
"And you did have sex with him?" asked
Reuther, as he knocked out the ashes from his pipe, and refilled it.
"Yes," said Mary pathetically. "But that's not the worst of it. I'm pregnant now, and I don't know who is the father!"
"What do you mean!" exclaimed Reuther, his jaws slack, his face ashen-pale, gray. "Isn't he the father?"
"I wish it was that simple," said the lovely psychologist. "The truth of the matter is though, that when he arrived, he wasn't alone. He had five other boys with him all young men we have interviewed at the clinic!"
"You had intercourse with all of them?" asked Dr. Reuther.
"I had no choice," she said. "They rushed into my apartment like a group of hungry wolves! Danny you know, Barbara's brother, was there with them, and this kid Robby. Marty was with them, and a youth named Michael. All of them are members of the ball club all of them are sexually virile, and they got right to the point.
"This boy Michael, a gigantic Nordic type, said to me: What's with you, woman? You wantin' a little screwin'? "
"You mean that these boys just rushed onto you?" questioned Reuther, and I kept quiet, for I knew he was most distraught about the situation.
"I didn't know what I should do," Mary confessed. "I did the only thing I could think of. I told the youth that I had no intention of going to bed with him. He had other plans, though. He came over, to me and reached for the belt to my chenille robe. The next thing I was aware of, I was standing before the group in my gown, and that was all.
" 'Man, dig that!' said Cleve. 'She's wantin' to work on our minds, and she's got a body to work on our bodies!'
"Then I felt the hands of the boy Michael beginning to foam over me. I felt him shoving the straps of my gown from my shoulders, and then I was down to the skin!"
"I thought that you said that you had on nothing beneath your lounging robe," said Reuther in his astuteness.
"I wish you wouldn't trouble me with details," said Mary in a voice that showed hostility. "My lounging robe, I meant lounging outfit! The whole thing is one piece of apparel that is, it's an outfit. Do you understand?"
"I'm sorry," apologized Reuther, and he looked apologetic. "What transpired then, Mary?"
I became more aroused than ever," she stated, "and when I was told to get onto the couch, I did so without hesitation.
"The first one to do it to me, and it was the first time I had ever felt the warmth of a penis inside me, was that boy Michael. He went into me like a plunger. I nearly died with pleasure! He stroked me to the point of a delicious orgasm. The next was Marty, and then Cleve, and then the rest of them!
"They all ejaculated into me, and I could then see why Barbara had done things with so many boys at the same time. I don't know how to explain this hell, I feel just like a patient (and she definitely was!)
As a matter-of-fact, laws have been passed in many states requiring that psychologists submit to a psychiatric examination every six months, to alleviate the sort of excitement that had developed in Mary.
"Then the boys introduced me to male cunnilin-gus. The boy, Robby, sucked my genitals until I reached another series of orgasms!"
"You entered into these acts willingly?" asked Reuther, as he shook his head solemnly.
"Yes, and that is what's troubling me," said Mary. "I must be as deviate as my patients at least those people that used to be my patients. "I was only too glad to have that done to me I was even more ecstatic when one of the boys suggested that I perform fellatio on him. His name was Richard. He had a beard, and was generously endowed with sexual organs."
"Then you did what he asked?"
"Without hesitation; I liked to feel the taste of it in my mouth. I felt a relief I had not felt in years. I really don't know why I want to be relieved of this burden if it is a burden!"
Mary went on to tell of how Barbara and her mother had been induced to come to her apartment, and of how she had taken the girl to the bedroom and inserted her vibrator into the budding child. She related how the girl had fought viciously with her mother, and caused the woman to become so upset that she left the child there. Then Barbara had called some of her friends, and a joint session of gang-banging was initiated.
"Barbara likes the idea of a bunch of boys," said Mary, the beautiful and sensual psychologist.
"The boys came over last night, and we did all sorts of things. We did everything in the book! We used a lot of articles a lot of things. We used waxed fruit we used candles, bananas, and once I even found myself sitting on a walnut. Then later, I found myself eating Barbara's vagina and touching Tommie's organ he was one of the other boys."
The girl's confession was a revelation, but Reuther and myself determined that she definitely needed professional help, and that we were both too close to her to offer help. But we saw to it that she was treated.
As aforementioned, today she is practicing psychology and is happily married.
This concludes the ramified case of Barbara and her gang-bangers.
PART FIVE
LORENZO AND HIS LOVERS
I
My travels while researching this book, next carried me to Mobile, Alabama, where by arrangements made by a friend, I was able to interview three female gangers. Their names were Elba, Melba, and Clarice.
Elba could have been a photographer's model had she so desired. She was only eighteen, old enough to have the full figure of a mature woman, but still young enough to possess the blush of a teenage girl. Her figure was matched by a beautiful face, offset by glowing blonde hair.
Melba was quite thin, almost angular, and obviously quite promiscuous at least it appeared so from her interview. Her hair was thick and stringy in appearance. She was overly endowed in the breasts, but the rest of her figure would remind a person of a male physique. She had only one outstandingly beautiful characteristic. Her voice was soft, warm, and gentle in spite of the filth which poured from her lips. Melba, according to her statement, was twenty-six years of age.
Clarice, on the other hand, was a woman of thirty-three, the mother of five children. She was very attractive. She was of French background.
Her figure belied the fact that she was the mother of five. She looked like a woman in her late twenties, facially, and her figure had not lost the tightness, the firm look of youth, by any stretch of the imagination.
The incident that led to my interviewing the three women was an altercation wherein they gang-banged a man names Lorenzo the butcher in the supermarket where they were all employed as meat-wrappers.
Lorenzo was a man of about twenty-nine a fairly handsome man. He, like the girls, was married and the father of two small children. His wife knew nothing of the incident.
Elba told of the episode as follows:
"Lorenzo had this habit of patting us girls on the fanny," she said. "If it wasn't that, it was something else in the way of a pinch or a pat. Well, we girls, Clarice, Melba and I, would talk about it at lunch-breaks and smoke-breaks. I didn't like his putting his hands on me. I won't say I don't like sex, because I do, but God knows, I get all the sex I need from my husband Teddy. Clarice told me she didn't mind it, but that she could definitely do without it. Later, I learned that she loved the incident that she even got sadistic pleasure out of it!
"Melba, on the other hand, professed to like his touching her. She has been divorced three times, and has nothing on her mind but sex. She talks about it constantly, and I assume she has intercourse with about anyone who wants it from her!"
I questioned Elba about why the three of them ganged up on Lorenzo, and she replied that it had all started out as a fun session one evening after the store had closed. Lorenzo had asked them to stay on to wrap some special cuts for a sale the following day. In rummaging around the dry storage area in search of additional wrapping paper, Clarice came upon a full bottle of bourbon, obviously hidden by one of the employees for a quick nip. She informed Elba and Melba of her discovery. All the girls, tired from already putting in a full shift, decided to have a short libation to bolster their spirits."
"I never have been much of a drinker," said Elba, "and that drink nearly floored me! I got giddy and giggly. As a matter-of-fact, we all got to feeling pretty good. The first thing you know, we were all drunk and laughing and horse-playing all over the place. Lorenzo didn't know what had gotten into us, but we turned the tables on him. Instead of his pinching us and patting us ,each of us, each time we passed him, would pat or pinch him on the rump! Then we would sneak off and compare notes as to the reaction that we had gotten. During one of these giggling sessions, Melba suggested that we go a little farther in our teasing. She suggested that we see just how hot we could get him. If I hadn't been drinking, I wouldn't have gone along with it, but right at the time, it was a tempting bit of fun!"
Q: Then you haven't been promiscuous before? You didn't have sex with anyone except your husband?
A: I didn't say I never had! I've had sex with a couple of fellows since I've been married, but I don't do it with just anyone!
Q: Does Teddy know about the extra-marital relations?
A: Only one the last one that I engaged in. He walloped me good for doing it, but he understood that I couldn't help what happened.
Q: What did happen, Elba?
Elba explained that she and her husband lived in a low-rent housing project, and that their financial situation was spurious at best. When they were invited to Teddy's boss's house for an evening of drinking and merry-making, both of them jumped at the chance. The last time I did anything except the deal with Lorenzo was that night."
"What about the first time?" I asked her.
"It was really nothing," she explained, her lush form fighting to be freed from the tightness of her uniform. "Teddy was out of town working on a school that his company was building. One of our neighbors, a girl named Lorna, a girl about seventeen, had a baby. She was in the hospital with some complications for a little longer than a person normally would be confined for childbirth.
"Naturally, I tried to be helpful to her husband. I must have been overly friendly, because a couple of times when I took him something hot to eat, I found him looking at me hungrily. I guess that he hadn't had any sex in a couple of months. His name was Stanley. He's bigger than Teddy, and real masculine and good-looking. I usually get up about seven, because I have to be on duty at nine. I seldom start dressing for work until about eight it's only a short walk to the market.
"I had talked to Teddy the night before, and I missed him terribly, and not just in the mental way. I was missing our usual sex. I was a virgin when we married. I had never had a man's hand on my genitals until Teddy and I were man and wife. We had been married about six months and I had been having sex with Teddy on an average of four or five times a week, experiencing a grand orgasm each time. I was missing this. That night, before the morning it happened, I had even tried masturbation, I was so hungry for some sex. like I was telling you, I am a perfectly normal female where sex is concerned. I like it and I like it a lot!"
"And yet, you did have intercourse with this neighbor man, Stanley?" I asked as graciously as possible, for tendering a question of that sort can never before done quite gracefully enough.
"Yes, I did. I didn't even get to work until noon that day. Thank God that Teddy got home that night, or I might have done it again!"
"What happened that morning, Elba?" I asked, anxious to get on with the entire revelation.
"As I was telling you, I seldom began dressing until about eight," she repeated. "I was seated in the kitchen having a second cup of coffee and reading the morning paper. I was wearing only a housecoat and my shortie nightie. Of course, I had on house slippers also but that was all.
"I had just taken a sip of coffee when I heard a knock on the rear door of our apartment. When I answered the door, Stanley was there, and I could see that he had been out all night, because his clothes were wrinkled. I could also smell alcohol. He was bleary-eyed, and he barged right in."
"He raped you?"
"Heavens, no! He was forceful once he got inside, but there was no need for rape. I was wanting sex as much as he was. He just, came right out and told me he had to have some sex, and he didn't want to patronize a whore-house. He was actually pleading. He was still a little tipsy too, and pathetic-looking."
"He was pleading verbally for intercourse?"
"Yes, he was almost in tears, he was so in need of sex. I really got aroused when he got closer to me and touched me around my waist. I went to him and felt his penis bulging against my genital area. He never even removed his trousers, he just opened my housecoat and poured his penis into me. My buttocks were mashed against the stove, and I opened my legs as wide as I could get them. He sort of hunched into me from beneath. God, but that was a quick ejaculation. He was so aroused that he was no sooner into me than he came. His penis was larger than Teddy's, and I had never had anything like that inside me. I went crazy. I found my hands squeezing the cheeks of his rear something that I had never done to Teddy. I had never had a violent kind of sex like we had that day. Still, as I told you, it was nothing. After it was over, nearly four hours later, I felt relieved, but empty I felt terribly guilty too. I think Stanley did too you know, felt guilty about it. He apologized and left me alone. I was sorry about it and vowed never to do it again, but all day at work, I kept thinking about it. As I told you, thank God Teddy came home that night!"
"If it was nothing, as you say, why would you have allowed it to happen again? "
"It's hard to explain, but maybe I can. I told you that Teddy and I have a good sex life, but I have never experienced an orgasm like the ones that I had with Stanley. I even discharged, I was so peaked up in passion! Teddy always brings me to a good orgasm, but not like the ones that I got from that huge throbbing penis of Stanley's!"
"You liked sex better with Stanley-than with Teddy?"
"Only in a way. With Stanley, it was purely physical. With Teddy there is a solace also involved. I love Teddy, but for weeks I had to fight to keep from doing things with Stanley! Every-time I saw him, or when we would get together, his wife Lorna and him ,and Teddy and I, I would nearly go wild for some of that physical sex that animal sex that had no spiritual counterpart!"
"But you had no further sex with him? "
"No, fortunately, they moved to another city. I thank God for that, because I would have done it again! I know that. No sense in telling you a lie about it."
"Then your sex life returned to normal? "
"Yes, but I was quite conscious of the size of Teddy's penis. It was nowhere near as large as Stanley's. I'm not big in the genitals, but I really did like being filled up, as opposed to just being stroked. I guess that's why I went for Teddy's boss, that second time the time when we went to his house for the party the time when Teddy caught me."
"What was so different about his boss?"
"Nothing outwardly, but after we had all had a few drinks, the party got a little wild!"
"Wild?" I questioned. "What do you mean wild?"
Elba shifted her delectable frame in her chair and smiled at me. Her smile was bawdy, yet feminine at the same time. "What I mean," she said, "is that some of the women there got pretty high. The men must have put some stuff in the liquor because they (the women) got real juiced up. Teddy and I were way out of our class, because those people live in thirty-thousand-dollar homes. The only reason we were invited, I learned later, was because the boss had eyes for me!"
"And you allowed him to have intercourse with you? " I asked again, as discreetly as possible.
"Not at first," said Elba, and as I looked at her, I could well tell why the boss had amorous intentions where she was concerned. "But then after a little, I became pretty woozy. As a matter-of-fact, I got real foggy. Teddy doesn't drink much either, and he was feeling no pain. He and I got separated in the melee. A couple of the women had started dancing these kind of sexy dances in front of everyone else.
"One of them, a woman about thirty or thirty-five, was really getting with it!"
"What was she doing?" I asked, and Elba told me that the woman the wife of one of the company executives had raised her dress and removed her panties. She found a flower and danced about the room with it in her teeth. Then the woman inserted the stem of the flower (a rose) into her genitals and wriggled her hips sensuously. The crowd seemed to like it, and the woman was soon joined by one of the men, who had removed his trousers, his shorts,-and everything else except his socks. I never did understand why he didn't remove his socks."
"What was the other woman doing the other woman you said was also dancing?"
"They both started doing things to the man, and I got really aroused by the sight of his penis, and the things they were doing to him."
"What were they doing?" I pressed.
"I knew I was in a sex party. I looked for Teddy, but I couldn't see him. I said, what; the hell, and started watching things!"
"What sort of things were taking place by that time?"
"Men and women were leaving the main room together," said Elba. "I felt that Teddy was most probably off with some female, but at that moment, I didn't care. The man in the center of the room with the two women was going into both of them. One he was into with his tongue, and the other with his penis. I became terribly excited, and that was when Teddy's scrawny little boss came over to me. 'Lonesome, Honey?' he asked. I told him that I was having a good time, but that I had never been to such a party before. He told me that my husband was not having too bad a time, either, and asked me if I would like for him to prove it. I became a slave to the thoughts that were going on in my mind. I knew the boss meant that Teddy was doing something with one of the women. I told him that I would go with him to see if my husband was having a good time!"
"And did you find that Teddy was having a good time?"
"I sure as heck did! I went down the hall with his boss and saw him doing things to a woman that he had never done to me!"
Q: What things was he doing with the woman?
A: He wasn't doing anything with her, he was doing things to her, though things he had never done to me. He had his face buried in her crotch and he was burrowing into her genitals like a ground-mole. She still had on her dress, but her panties were clutched in her hand, and her skirt was hiked up. Teddy was so intent on what he was doing that he didn't even know I had seen him. I recognized the woman that had smiled at him several times, earlier in the evening. I don't know how to explain the feeling, but I became terribly angry about his eating her genitals, when he had never once mentioned it to me there welled in me an arousal, too!
Q: What did you do then?
A: I allowed Teddy's boss to lead me down the hall. He told me we could 'talk' in another room. As I have already told you, Teddy's boss was a little skinny fellow. His body was all out of proportion. When we got into the room that he had taken me to, another couple was just coming out. Neither the man nor the woman had any clothes on. Both were carrying drinks and laughing like crazy. The man was still erected, and every now and then, the woman would tickle him under his testicles. He looked like he was ready to go back into the room, but Teddy's boss whipped me through the door quickly and locked it. I knew then that he didn't just want to talk. He grabbed me, burrowing his face into my breasts. He started feeling me all about my buttocks. I had on a thin dress, and I could feel his probing fingers searching out the cleavage of my rear. He would pull my stomach tight against his sexual organs by spreading the cheeks of my rear and hugging me to him. I was repulsed by the sight of him, and I told him to leave me alone. He didn't stop though. He kept saying that Teddy was having a good time, and why should I not do the same? As he talked, he unzipped his trousers and exposed his organ to my view. When I saw it, I couldn't resist. I had been wanting a big thing into me for a long time, well weeks anyway. He had the largest penis I could have hoped to have. It was even larger than Stanley's. Actually, as I looked down on it, I didn't know if I could stand to take it fully. I had to try though.
Q: Just how large was this 'gigantic' male organ?
Elba circled her fingers together, indicating that the man's organ diameter was about two and a half inches. Then she held her hands apart about a foot. I couldn't believe it, but I had heard of such deformities.
"He was all out of proportion," Elba told me. "I was astounded by the size of it! I couldn't stop then. The instant that I saw that huge piece of meat, I undressed. I figured that it served Teddy right anyway. Teddy's boss his name was Thurman, also got undressed. He was almost hilarious looking. His little skinny body with that great thing growing out of it, and the bulbous testicles that hung down fully four inches! I wanted it into me. We got onto the bed, and he started kissing my breasts and fingering me in the opening of my vaginal canal. His big organ was as hard as a piece of wood, and growing farther upwards, flat against his body. I was overcome with the desire to kiss it!"
"Did you kiss it?"
"Yes, but not right then. He asked me if I had ever had anything done to me like Teddy was doing to the woman in the other room. I told him sure it was a lie, but he didn't know it. 'Want me to do that to you?' he asked. I assured him I did, and put a pillow under my rear. He told me to open my legs as wide as I could. That must have been a sight for anyone to see, because I opened my legs so wide that my hips ached. I was glad he was getting me good and ready before he tried for insertion of that huge thing, though every muscle in my genitals was aching for every inch of it. I made up my mind that I was going to take him all of him. His tongue was tearing me up, and I reached a fair orgasm. It wasn't what I wanted, though, and I told him to put it into me. He told me that he wanted me to suck him off first. I had never sucked a penis before, but I acted like I had done it many times. I figured that the least I could do was to put it into my mouth and suck. It didn't seem too complicated, and besides I was hotter than heck!"
"Then you performed fellatio on him?"
"If that word means sucking him off, the answer is yes. I wasn't prepared for his ejaculation into my mouth, though! I thought that he might give me some warning on that. I thought that he would want that stuff to go into my sex organs."
"But this man, Thurman, didn't warn you of his forthcoming ejaculation?"
Elba explained that she was only able to envelop the glans (head of the penis), because of the gigantic size of it.
"I got the head into my mouth," she said. "I got most of it into my mouth, anyway. Heavens, but his thing was large! I did what I thought I was supposed to do. I stroked the main body of it with my hands and played with his testicles while I used my lips and tongue to stimulate the rest of it."
"And then he ejaculated? "
"Yes, I could feel the tension building up all through his organ. It was like the rumbling of a clap of thunder before you really get the explosion. I was turned end-on-end with him you know, my organs were toward his face they were in a position so that he could finger me while I was sucking on his penis. He was doing it, too. He had two fingers into me-I think it was two fingers, and his other hand was parting the cheeks of my fanny and probing my anal area, I had never had that done before!"
"Did that stimulate you further?"
"Oh yes! I tell you, I like that! When someone touches me in that area, I nearly go wild! I have gotten to the point that I can reach an orgasm by anal stimulation. Teddy does all of the things to me now!"
"Would you tell me about the remainder of that incident with Thurman?"
"Sure. I kept on sucking on his penis until I knew he intended to do it into my mouth. I started to take my mouth off, but he stopped playing with my parts, and reached down to my head. He held my mouth onto his organ as he ejaculated into it! God, but he spewed. I had a mouth full of it!"
"You indicate that you didn't care for that."
"Not right at the start," stated Elba. "But then when I felt his passion flowing out of him, I became more highly aroused. I took his penis more fully and stroked him until he was crying out in pleasure, and the jerking had stopped. Then, while it was still erected, I sat on him facing him, and took it into my vagina. I took it too! It was a tight fit, but I managed to take it by leaning forward onto his chest! I had searched for and reached a strong orgasm I had just reached it when Teddy broke into the room! I was still mounted upon that huge tool of Thurman's. When Teddy broke into the room, I raised up.
"When I did, the pain was awful, for in sitting straight up on the man's penis, I shortened my canal. I cried out in pain, but that was not my first cry. Teddy slapped the hell out of me .He made me dress and took me home! He was as mad as hell. He quit that company. I thought that we might get a divorce over the incident, but we somehow made up!"
"And that was all, with the exception of the time that you, Clarice, and Melba gang-banged Lorenzo?" No answer.
"You did enjoy the interlude with Lorenzo, though?"
"I'm sorry, but I wasn't paying attention. I was thinking about your previous question. I was thinking about how to answer it!"
"I don't understand what you mean."
"As I told you, outside of the incident with Lorenzo, the only other men I have fooled with besides Teddy, are Stanley and Thurman. I have been doing some other things though. Some of them, I am rather ashamed of."
"What for example?" I asked her.
"Teddy's penis is just too small! It's all right for rectal intercourse, but not for use in my vagina. I have lately resorted to masturbation more."
Upon questioning Elba about Teddy's knowledge of her masturbatory functions, she frankly admitted that not only did he know about her masturbating, but he took particular pleasure in watching her perform the act before him.
"Teddy-likes to watch me," said she. "He gets some kind of a kick out of seeing me do things to myself. Working in a butcher shop gives me the opportunity to get some different implements for doing it, too! I have not been completely truthful with you, either. Our sex life, mine and Teddy's, is not all that satisfying. We have done just about everything to bring it up to par, but his penis is just too small! I have even been thinking about a vaginal operation to tighten it up. There is a relatively simple operation that can be done to me, but they say that if it is done, I should not attempt childbirth."
"Have you ever been pregnant?" I asked.
"No, I thought I was once, but I wasn't it was just a delayed period. Teddy and I both went to a doctor, because we thought something was wrong. The doctor told us that we just hadn't hit it at the right time, that's all."
I requestioned Elba about her masturbatory processes, and she informed me that she had learned a great deal about the function of the human anatomy especially the female.
"As I mentioned," she reiterated, "working in the meat shop gives me an opportunity to do things that otherwise I couldn't do. We have a particular type of sausage that we sell. I think we are the only store in town that specializes in this sausage. It comes in a size of either nine inches or eleven inches. It is also about two inches in diameter and comes with a gelatinous cover about it. The first time I saw one, I knew that I wanted to use it. The first time it happened, I almost got caught that was when I figured that I had best not try it in the store a second time!"
"You tried masturbation in the store, using one of those large sausages? "
"Yes, but I only had about ten minutes, and my lubrication wasn't such that I could make an immediate insertion. Another thing made it bad, too."
When questioned about this other thing, Elba stated that she had first gone to the restroom to try to "do it to herself," but that there were no doors on the stalls, and another clerk was occupying one of the two commodes.
"I had been dwelling on the idea for the best part of an hour," she stated, "and I was much aroused. I left the ladies' room and went to a storage room just off the main storage area. I knew that I had little time, but I was intent on inserting the sausage into my genitals.
"It was dark in the room thank God! That's all that saved me. I removed my panties and spread my legs. By then, I was wet enough to get the thing into me. I had it in about two inches I was using the short one that day when I saw a crack of light and heard a sound that told me someone was coming. I didn't have time to remove the sausage, so I did the next best thing. I locked my legs tightly about the portion that was hanging out of me and made like I was searching for some wrapping paper. The person that entered the room was Lorenzo. He asked me why I wasn't at the wrapping table, and I told him that I needed some paper. He believed me, but he rubbed me on the rear with his hand. I experienced an explosive climax. I told him to leave me alone though. I guess he was afraid I would report him, so he left. Thank God!"
"What did you do then?"
"I was torn up emotionally that is. I wanted some sex. It was only about two hours before I could leave for the day, so I hid my sausage. I decided I would have to have a talk with Teddy! I knew I couldn't go on the way I was going!"
II
When Elba got back to her low-rent domicile that evening, Teddy was already home.
"I didn't know exactly how to approach him," said Elba. "Like I told you, since the night that he and I had gone to that sex-party, we had done a lot of things, but I hardly knew how to tell him that he was not satisfying me."
I asked Elba exactly how she handled the problem, and she replied:
"I knew that if I could get a couple of drinks into him, he would be less apprehensive about my wanting to do something with the sausage. So, that's exactly what I did. I went to the corner liquor store and bought us a full pint of gin. He thought that I was just feeling good, and that I wanted to have some fun. It was a Saturday, and I didn't have to work the following morning. As a matter-of-fact, he even suggested that perhaps we might go out on the town. I declined. I didn't want to go out on the town I didn't want to do anything but release my sexual tensions."
Upon questioning Elba about how she went about approaching her husband on such a delicate problem, she replied that she had gotten a few drinks into him and commenced making love to him not sexual love, but simply she had begun with caresses and kisses.
"I got him real warm," said she. "But when he started talking of going to bed, I told him that I wanted to play with myself for him. I told him that I wanted him to watch me play with myself. I thought that he might not go for the idea, but I was fooled. He thought that it would be fun. He asked me how I was going to go about it, and I showed him."
"Wasn't that a bit difficult to do you know, insert the sausage before his very eyes?" I asked her.
"I suppose I wouldn't have had the nerve had I not been so aroused for the entire day, or if I had not had the few drinks that I'd had. I didn't mind it at all though. There was even something about doing it in front of him that made the thrill more delicious!"
"You got out the sausage right in the beginning?"
"I got my purse and placed it alongside the bed, but I didn't remove the sausage from it. I figured to let him become real interested and a little more wound up before I exposed my real desire.
"I started by getting naked and onto the bed. He stripped also, and I got him nearly crazy by sucking him on the penis. I had learned to tell when he was near ejaculation, and when I felt the first rumbling vibrations, I stopped doing that and removed my mouth. Then with the lights still on, I asked him to watch me finger myself. Once he became interested, I told him to look in my purse. When he saw that sausage, I thought he would die, but then he entered into the spirit of the thing, and soon he was stroking me with it. He had as much fun out of it as I did. Since that time, we have bought us a penis-enlarger one of those things that slips over a man's penis and makes him larger. It cost us thirty-nine dollars plus tax, but it was worth it!"
"Well, will you tell me about what really happened with you three girls and Lorenzo?"
"Well," Elba went on, "we had decided to really go the whole route with him! Melba started it out by grabbing his penis while he was standing at the meat-cutting block.
"He was really surprised when she did that, but he let her have her way with him. She's a sex nut, like I told you. It wasn't anything to her nor was it anything to Clarice. I was a little embarrassed, but as soon as she unzipped his pants and took it out, my embarrassment left in a hurry. I got hot as hell when I saw the size of his penis. I wanted some of it. Melba got behind him and reached around his front. She took his penis the way a man does when he masturbates and started stroking him!"
Wanting to understand more about the incident, my next interview was with Clarice, the oldest of the three. I had originally planned to speak with Melba secondly, but Elba informed me that she was out somewhere that she hadn't been to work for two days.
III
"I won't lie to you," said Clarice. "I wasn't no cherry when I got married. I'd had sex, and quite a bit of it. I had done a lot of things too. I was eager to join in the fun with the other two girls in our banging of Lorenzo .That's what you called it, wasn't it?"
I nodded, knowing that was what she wanted me to do, and posed a question:
"You meant to go all the way with Lorenzo, from the beginning of the episode?"
This very sensual woman was brutally frank, almost sadistic in the candidness of her reply. Her raven hair hung in black curls, framing her petulant face, and her crimson lips would have invited any mature and virile male.
"Unless I miss my guess," she offered, "you will not understand me or my motives in what I wanted to do to Lorenzo what I would do to any man for that matter!"
Upon hearing such a caustic remark, I felt that her explanation would be very enlightening, and
I listened with renewed interest as she told a bitter tale.
"I married a Louisiana coon-ass when I was fifteen!" she spat. "The reason that I did, and he was about forty, was because I was about a month gone. My father's best friend had gotten me pregnant. He bribed me into intercourse with two lousy dollars."
"How did that take place? Were you a virgin then?"
"That all depends on what you mean by virgin. If you mean, had I had sexual intercourse at that time, the answer is no! But if you are talking about masturbation and letting my brothers finger me, then the answer is yes!"
Q: You are telling me there was an incestuous relationship between you and your brothers?
A: No, there was no real incest involved. We just spent some time playing with each other's sexual organs. They used to both fool with me at the same time. One of them was about a year older than me and the other one, two years older than me. I liked to jack them off! I liked to look at their organs spew out that stuff. They would take me to the loft in my father's barn and insert their fingers into me.
Q: You were not raped by your father's friend then, but allowed him to have intercourse with you for two dollars, right?
A: That's right, we did it in his car on the way into town. He was about thirty-five, and his daughter was my best friend. He was driving me to their place for an afternoon's visit when he made his advance to me.
He started by casually telling me how glad he was that his daughter had me for a friend. Then he started telling me about how pretty I was. Well, naturally I liked being complimented. He asked me if I would mind him going out of the way a little to look at a piece of land he was thinking of buying. I agreed that that would be all right, and he took a burn-off into the woods between our house and his. We drove to an isolated spot near a bayou called LeGune, and he stopped the car. I knew something was up, because LeGune was all state land, and wasn't for sale to anyone at any price!
Q: Weren't you afraid, once you knew that something was out of order?
A: No, not at all. I had practically been raised at his house. I wasn't afraid at all, I was just in doubt as to his motives. I didn't have to wait long though, because quite suddenly, he reached over and pulled me to him. He was really hot passionate and wanting some. He put his lips on mine and kissed me hard and deep. Then his hands were on my breasts, and then very quickly up my dress and onto my vulva. I was physically mature then as physically mature as I am now, and he was literally wild for some sex with me. I wanted some too, but I didn't want it with my best friend's father. I told him to remove his hands from me. That's when he got out his wallet. He would have given me anything he had in it, but he only had two dollars. He begged me to let him do it to me and crushed the bills into my hand. Well, we weren't wealthy, and two dollars was two dollars! I took the money and reached to his crotch. When I touched his penis, he reached an immediate ejaculation. He did that before I could even get his penis out!
Clarice went on telling me how she unzipped the man's trousers and inserted her hand into the opening.
"I did him like I had done my brothers. I put my mouth over his penis and started sucking. His breath came faster and faster, and I found my gasping matching his as I became terribly excited!"
It was only a matter of moments before the rear door of the car was opened and the pair had changed seats.
The man positioned Clarice with her spread legs hanging out the door, her opened organs waiting for his reerected penis.
"I had never had a thing in me but a finger," said Clarice. "I don't guess that my hymen was fully ruptured, because when he put his organ into mine, the pain was awful. That only lasted a second though, and then I could feel his warmth spreading through my genitals. His tongue was into my mouth and his hands kneaded my breasts, though I still had on my brassiere and dress. He was really frenzied I guess I was too, for the experience was delicious!"
But Clarice's delicious feeling lasted a very short time, for in two months, she knew that she was pregnant. Due to morning-sickness and the other inconveniencies of pregnancy, she was unable to hide the fact from her parents. It was arranged that she be married to a man twenty-five years her senior a man named Jalbert.
"He was a beast!" stated Clarice. "He knew I was pregnant when he married me. Every time we had intercourse, it was rape. He was mean as hell. He nearly killed me the first night we spent together! He liked to whip people he liked to make people grovel before him. His favorite trick was to make me get onto the floor and then he would get naked. He would get out his belt, and if I refused to do as he said, he would beat me. If you don't believe me, I can show you the scars on my rump!"
I declined the invitation, and the girl went on with her tale of bitterness and degradation.
"When he had me prostrate on the floor," she said, "he would straddle me so that I was looking directly into his crotch. Then he would force me to stroke him to ejaculation. When he ejaculated that way, he liked to do it on my breasts. I would bring him to climax, but then he would take it (his penis) into his own hand and guide the semen first onto the nipple of one breast and then onto the nipple of the other!"
What Clarice was telling me about is not really uncommon among deviate practices. She did not understand it, because she was not familiar with sexual deviations as such. Ejaculation by a man onto a female's body rather than into her, is really a form of urolagnis, (the desire to be involved in urinary processes. A urolagniac is a person excited by the sight of urine). What made Clarice's dilemma so difficult for her was the fact that once the erotic Jalbert had ejaculated onto her breasts, he would take his fingers and transfer the semen to her lips, where he would smear it. When all of the semen was coating her lips, he would then force oral penetration through his own lubricating ejaculation.
"I hated the bastard!" declared Clarice. "He screwed me right up until the night before Racine was born. It's a wonder he didn't kill us both. He was doing it to me rectally, when my water broke!"
The breaking of water, for those not familiar with the process of childbirth, is the breaking of the sheath-like bag of fluid in which the fetus is imprisoned until shortly before birth. The fluid in the bag is a lubricant to make the expulsion of the child easier on both it and the mother.
"I was as big as a horse!" exclaimed Clarice. "And yet, the pig made me lie on my stomach so that he could do it to me. I had made up my mind to leave him, but he threatened to kill me if I did. I stayed with him five more years and bore him four children. Then, thank God, he got knifed to death in a beer joint near Lake Charles. I've had hell trying to raise those kids alone, but I've made it. I'll be a supervisor before long, and perhaps then I can do something for them. I would like to send Racine and Julie to college. Racine is eighteen now, and Julie is seventeen. I've taught them right from wrong, too! I know Racine has been had a couple of times, but once they get to be grown, there's nothing that can be done to change their ways. I don't know about Julie, but I know one thing!"
"What's that?" I asked, knowing that this woman knew more than one thing!
"I've taught them how to keep themselves from getting pregnant until they are married. I've taught them about sex in all forms. I've told them about The Pill, douching, and rubbers you know, condoms. I've showed them how to use vaginal jelly; and another thing, I insist they report their menstrual periods to me each and every month and, I demand proof!"
Q: What sort of proof?
A: I make them show me! I make them let me see if they are really discharging. I'll not raise any more kids for some sorry bastard that won't accept his responsibility!
Q: I know you have had a hard time, but you seem bitter against all men. Is that true?
A: Not all the time, but if I begin thinking about all the pawing bastards that have taken me out and talked me into doing things, only to drop me like a cold potato when they find out about the kids, I get ill. I was feeling that way, that day I found the booze in the store I wanted to hurt some man any man, and the only one available was that over-sexed butcher, Lorenzo!
Q What brought on that feeling?
A: Well, there's been a guy coming into the store a real handsome fellow. We had been kidding around for a couple of weeks, and he asked me for a date. That was about a month ago. I had access to the credit bureau, and I checked him out. I found that he was single and pretty well-off. I decided to go out with him, but I didn't tell him about the kids. I always had him pick me up at the store. For a solid three weeks I put him off, and brother, he was wanting it bad!
Q: But you finally gave in?
A: Yes, I did. He finally told me that he loved me and wanted to marry me. We went to a motel. We got a room, and that was the most wonderful night of my life. We had sex, and I don't mean brutal sex. He did it to me every way a man can do it to a woman. He told me about his former marriage and about his inherent distrust of women. He told me that I was different though. His name was Marvin.
Q: You told him about the children? A: No, not that night. We started sleeping together every night for a whole week. Finally, I had to tell him. I told him the night before the night with Lorenzo.
Q: He didn't take the news too well?
A: No, he blew a fuse! We had gone to the motel and had had a beautiful session of sex. We were side by side, naked, and I was rubbing him on his penis when I broke the news to him. Oh, but he got mad! He got up and put on his clothes, and told me I had deceived him. He left me in the room. I broke down and cried, because I really loved the guy. The next day, I could think of nothing except him, and of getting even with men in general!
For the first time, I noticed that she was wearing a wedding ring. When I mentioned it, Clarice fairly beamed.
"Oh, he came back!" she said proudly. "We are married too! He finally came to understand that I was as screwed up as he was."
That statement turned out to be another prevarication. Actually, Marvin and Clarice weren't married. He and she had simply exchanged rings. He was living with her and the children, and the children were aware of the circumstances. The couple were not married, however. I did not tell Clarice of my knowledge of her common law interlude. I found her a most-likeable and sensitive person. To hurt her further by questioning her about her marital affairs would have bordered on the malicious. I did, however, question her about the episode with Lorenzo. Her answer was basically the same as Elba's, so at that point, I went into the questioning of Melba rather, I went into the interviewing of the girl.
IV
As Elba had stated, Melba was indeed a sexpot. Her language was sensuous, and her manner vulgar. She could have passed for a trollop. When I asked her why she entered into the episode with Lorenzo, her comments were lurid and sexual.
"Can I speak frankly, without shocking you?" she asked, and I assured her she could do that without any worry.
"Well, I like sex," she stated, her thin, angular body teetering under the load of her generous bosom. "I was drunk I was as drunk as Elba and Clarice, but I would have screwed him anyway. He had already fingered me many times in the dry storage room." (I was beginning to think that the dry storage room was as popular as Grand Central station by that time, but I relaxed, changed tapes on my machine, and listened to this classic nymphomaniac:)
"Hell!" she said excitedly. "That wasn't the first time I had been in on a gang-bang! That was the first time I was a ganger, though. I've never been able to stay with any one man. My first marriage ended when my husband found that it took more than two or three times a night to keep me satisfied! I simply have to have it all the time!"
"How long has this condition persisted?" I asked, and was prepared for anything.
"Since I was a kid," she replied. "Ever since I was old enough to put my hand onto my pussy! Hell, I got screwed the first time when I was about four or five!"
"Four or five!" I asked in disbelief.
"Yep by the time I was ten, I was doing it with boys five and ten years older than me. I did it with brothers, cousins, uncles, girls in short, I will have sex any way I can get it! I'm screwin' about twenty guys now all of them regular. I don't know why I've consented to tell you all this, but since I agreed, I'll tell you something else!"
"What's that?" I questioned, preparing myself for another lewd answer.
"I even like it when I'm having my period. Actually, I don't see anything wrong with that. I read somewhere that humans are the only ones that don't condone that sort of thing. Take a dog for instance. A dog won't screw a bitch until she comes in heat. Well, I've got a couple of friends that like to do it to me when I'm in that condition. It's a little messy but I'm hotter in the crotch when I'm bleeding!"
"You had prior relations with Lorenzo before the night you girls and he had your group session?" I questioned, trying to turn the interview back to the main issue.
"Hell, yeah!" she answered, her thin lips offering a nauseating grimace to my tired eyes. "I did things with him all the time! I'll never forget the first time I won't ever forget that night, either! I still remember sticking that sausage into his rump! Ha!"
I asked Melba to tell me about both experiences, and she did without any reservation.
"Old Lorenzo," she said, "he's not really old, but his mind works like one about seventy years old that hasn't had any sex in sixty years! He has this habit of patting us girls on the ass, and pinching us there too, if we let him get away with it. He patted mine once too often, though.
"He and I were alone in the dry storage room getting some wrapping paper when he did it. I didn't do a thing but grab him by the dick. Before he knew what was going on, I unzipped his pants and took it out. I stroked him until he was nearly there. Then I stopped, and told him to leave me alone. He begged me to let him touch me on the genitals. I was right in the middle of my period, but I thought that it might be fun. After all, the meat he was cutting was bloody, and his hands were already pink with the stuff. I bit my tongue to keep from laughing, and told him to go ahead!
"I don't wear a napkin, I wear a tampon. I could feel his hand going up my leg, and I don't mind telling you, I was already aroused I was terribly excited by then. I looked down at his dick and it was stiff in front of him. It was large and jerking throbbing, and desperately trying to come off."
"What did Lorenzo do when he found that you were in the midst of your period? "
"He ran out of the room, zipping his pants at the same time. I was angry at myself for getting aroused and not being able to get off a come. I found a way out of that, though!"
"How did you do that?" I asked her.
"I went directly to the meat counter, and got a package of wieners not the little ones, but the larger ones. They were refrigerated, but I went to the slop-sink and ran hot water over them. Then I went to the ladies' room. The stalls have no door, but the room was empty. I shoved one all the way into me. Then I found that I could get another one in. I pushed another of those warm things into me and pulled my panties up tight. They were about three inches long and about an inch maybe larger-in thickness. Anyway, I was pretty full. And, the things were into me real far and tight! I kept them inside all the rest of the afternoon!"
"You could reach orgasm that way?"
"Oh, God, yes!" declared this incredible nymphomaniac. "I reached a roaring climax while I was waiting on a customer! It was so violent that my legs got weak. I was trembling so that I could hardly wrap the man's package. That night I called up three fellows of mine, and did it with all of them. I was staggered by the effect of all this sexual activity, and could hardly make it to work the next morning. I had stopped flooding though, and when Lorenzo patted my fanny, I gave him a look to let him know that we could meet in the storage room.
"I had my panties off when he came in. I could see the stiffness of his prick fighting the fly of his white trousers. He's real hung, too! He came to me, and I took out his dick. I sucked it I sucked him clear to orgasm! He wouldn't do anything to me though. After he popped his rocks in my mouth, he was for nothing else. He just zipped his trousers and walked out on me. I decided then and there that I would get even with him for that sort of shit!"
"Then that's why you entered into the sexual session with him and the other two girls?"
"No, not exactly. I won't lie about the situation, I wanted some sex. I would have gone to the storage room with him anyway, even if they hadn't wanted some fun out of the situation. I thought that we would tease hell out of him, though.
"I was supposed to have a date that night beginning at nine, and I knew that I would get plenty of satisfaction in any event, and it was a chance to get even with Lorenzo for the way the bastard had done me!"
"Will you go ahead and tell me the story of the events that transpired in the butcher shop that night?"
V
The following episode will have to be written in a narrative version as opposed to a question and answer format, since it is a compilation of the versions that each of the girls gave in private interview. There was no way to get information out of the assaulted Lorenzo, since he would not submit to an interview.
After Clarice, the beautiful Frenchwoman, found the bottle of whiskey, the three women proceeded to become intoxicated. They began by patting and pinching the surprised Lorenzo, but then Melba went a step farther. She blatantly unzipped his trousers and exposed his penis to the group.
He was amazed at what was taking place, but he went along with all of the activity without hesitation. The three women told him to remove his trousers, and while Clarice made sure that all of the store doors were locked, Elba and Melba removed their clothes. They didn't simply remove-their undergarments, they stripped to their bare skins.
When Clarice returned from her solitary task of checking the doors, she found that they had also denuded Lorenzo, and that he was engaged in intercourse, having laid Melba onto his meat cutting table.
Said Clarice in a portion of her interview:
"He had her up on that greasy table, but she wouldn't have cared if she had been lying in manure. He was all the way into her. I was really surprised to see Elba, though, with that huge sausage in her genitals. She had a large one rammed into her, and as she watched Lorenzo and Melba going through the act, she stroked herself to a supreme orgasm. I know that she reached it by self-manipulation because the look on her face was nothing short of rapid even painful. I had only one thought on my mind though, and that was to make a man miserable. I went to the meat counter and got a pepperoni. It was about an inch in diameter and fully three feet long. It was one of those kind that comes in a coil. I greased it good with some bulk lard and went to where Lorenzo and Melba were locked in their frenzied copulation. God, but he had it into her. His ass was hairy, and in plain view!"
Clarice, in her drunken stupor and enraged by the previous night's rejection by the man she loved, went to Lorenzo's exposed rectal area. She tried to insert the sausage into his rectum, but he turned on her viciously, coming close to striking her. Elba stated that she grabbed a cutting knife with a slim and sharp blade. She held it to Lorenzo's abdomen and told him that she would cut him if need be. Melba was still on the meat-cutting block and as she later told me, she cried for him to get back into her genitals.
"God!" she told me, and again this is only a portion of her transcript, "I was nearly nuts I was wanting my orgasm so badly. I would have cut his throat right then to get it, too!"
No throat-cutting was necessary, however, for under the cajolement of Elba's threatening knife, Lorenzo bent over and allowed Clarice to insert the pepperoni into his rectum.
"You should have seen that!" exclaimed a hilarious Melba. "He had about six inches of it into his ass and the rest was hanging out of him. He looked like he had a tail!
"They backed him between my legs, and his buttocks were facing me. Then that damned Elba put the knife to my throat and told me I had better be quiet and still. Then Clarice took the tail (the remainder of the sausage). She inserted the loose end into me and stroked me with it.
But as Melba reached orgasm, Elba was still reaching for one her second, and in a final attempt, she knelt before the weakened Lorenzo and began the act of fellatio upon his penis. He was stumbling, staggering, begging for them to let him alone, but they would have none of that.
"We were all wound up by then!" stated Elba, the lovely wife of Teddy. "We, none of us, wanted to stop. I sucked him off completely, and while I was doing that, Melba started working on Clarice, who was still holding the pepperoni into Lorenzo!"
I questioned Elba about the methods that Melba used on Clarice, who had obviously forgotten her former belligerence and was enjoying the episode. Elba told me that Melba started kissing Clarice on her firm breasts, and then, still with the sausage inserted into her, she went to the act of cunnilingus on the 33-year-old female. They didn't stop there though. Each in her turn used the rectal appendage that was hanging from the weakened Lorenzo, by self-insertion and mutual insertion.
The climax came when they forced Lorenzo to have intercourse with each of them again. When they concluded their performance, they dressed and left the wretched creature.
CONCLUSION
In this short treatise we have looked in depth at several case histories of gang-banging, and many more could be cited, but the answer to the original question still lies in the depths of the deviate mind.
It is said in the Far East, perhaps shedding light on why people care for multiple sex:
It is not written that the wine of life is not found in one grape, but in an innumerable amount of grapes that sweetness is not the result of one grain of sugar, nor is odor the result of one element, but a combination thereof ...
Whether we agree with the foregoing or not, it is well to know that gang-banging is taking place, and has taken place throughout the centuries. No doubt such pluralism and exhibitionism will continue to take place.
